#just think before you speak holy shite

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas🐺

~Chapter 44 sneak peak ~

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

Chapter 44: Missing Link

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Nanami had said something about you having to let your omega instincts take over so your body could adjust properly. You remember that. You remember reaching that threshold and then crossing it without much of a fight. It was quite nice, and you think it's getting easier and easier to get to that point. An obvious sign that your comfort with them was growing. You didn't feel as scared as before. Still scared- but it's getting better. The only puzzling thing is you don't remember how you got into your tent.

Much like last time.

Everything was going well, you were drowning in pleasure, and then poof you woke up in your tent. It was so weird. Perhaps you just passed out from cumming so much and all the cum you had... from Toji… Nanami...Getou and Gojo-oh- you must have been exhausted... You wondered when you threw in the towel because you were really on a roll. You couldn't believe how you sucked the life out of Nanami and Toji as greedy as you did, it made your face hot thinking about it. The way they panted above you unable to take their gazes off of you was something that graced your mind. And who could forget being fucked by Gojo and Getou- remembering both of their knots in you made your tummy flip and your thighs clench.

You squealed some more as you kicked your feet. It was all so good. It felt almost like a feverish dream...that you just woke up from...the ending seemingly unwritten. Maybe your alphas could help you fill in the blanks.

Did Sukuna get his turn? You don't remember that part. You told him he was next but did that actually occur?

You scootch up to open your tent- "Eek-" You slam a hand upon your mouth as a surprise gasp leaves your lips.

SPEAK OF THE FUCKING HEATHEN-

Sukuna was right outside your tent sitting with his legs crossed, arms folded and his head leaned down a bit. His eyes were closed, a soft snore reaching your ears letting you know he was in fact fast asleep.

Your eye twitched as you surveyed the quiet camp. Toji and Gojo's tents were opened meaning they were prowling the area but as far as inside the camp Sukuna was the only one out.

Why the hell was he sitting in front of your tent? Did this have something to do with your passing out? He must have been feeling left out since you took care of everyone else but him- as far as you could recall. Oh boy- you were probably in for one fabulous time with the fiend. However, before you wake up this beast you want to check on Junpei.

Slowly you began to crawl out of your tent ever so quietly, eyeing the alpha as you went centimeter by centimeter. Sneak mission activated- *Crack* You snap your gaze down looking at the twig that your hand just crushed. Then you looked back up to see red eyes glaring at you.

Holy Tengen you didn't even last a second into this sneak mission- immediate fail! Stealth skill was clearly dog shite.

"You-"

"Ai-!" You threw yourself back into your comfort as Sukuna growled.

"Get back out here!" he leaned closer, a breath away from entering your nest. Lips quivering as he snarled at you. A hungry beast through and through.

"G-Good evening-f-fine evening- wonderful weather we are having my alpha-"

"Don't give me that bullshit you knot tease, you left me!"

"I-I don't even remember what happened!"

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not!”

Sukuna smacked his teeth as he averted his gaze, "You can't be serious..."

"Um...I'm very serious... I don't remember anything after you know...like Nanami and Toji..."

"..." Sukuna took a deep breath as he shook his head.

You sat up a bit so you were a little closer to the alpha, trying to show him you meant no harm. Your orbs displayed your curiosity about what happened. You truly wanted to know why your mind went dark. It was kind of scary.

Sukuna looked at you with lowered lids this time, it seemed as if he were searching for something. "You're just saying that now."

Ah, he’s looking for deceit. Well lucky for you, you aren’t telling a tale.

"What? I'm not tricking you- like I really don't know what happened!"

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[tufftism]

I have some ideas for changing up Splatfests:

1) You have to play at least 3 Splatfest Turf Wars in order for your vote to count (Probably most controversial)

- I've seen a lot of tweets and stoof about the Splatoween Fest where not many (from both Skeleton and Ghost) hadn't seen a/any Team Zombie players despite them having 2~% more than Skeleton. It could be that there was either last minute voting or they just voted and didn't play in the Splatfest. Making players participate in the Splatfest for their vote to count could help with the popularity not being too inflated

2) Priority Queue

- Let's face it, Ninten internet sucks and there's not much we can do but voice complaints. I propose that if someone DCs, be it at the beginning or the middle of the match where the window for premature ending (where if a player DCs before 1 minute passes the game ends) passes, any players that stayed will get priority queue for Turf and Tricolor. And to make it more fair for when the window for premature ending passes let's give it to the losing team. Making it easier for players that want to play the game

3) Fixing Tricolor scoring

- It's ludicrous how only one team, in a mode where all three of the teams play together, gets all 18 points. So to fix that we should split it up. First place team gets 10 points instead of 18, and Second place team gets 8 points instead of none. This could also help with the issue of teamwork for when two teams are in Attacking. Speaking of, it's strange how the Defending team gets a 1.5x bonus but Attackers don't; I believe that instead Defending should be 1.2x since there're 4 members + you get Turf Inked points even if you lose and Attacking should get 1.4x AND should get Turf Inked points when they lose. Since Tricolor is no longer a comeback mechanic, this seems to be the most fair compromise I could think of

4) Conch Shell Counting (Probably the dumbest idea)

Conch Shells lose their importance for the Splatfest once the Sneak Peek is done on the first day, and it's also quite strange how they only seem to count just that day and now you're just collecting for the Shellout Machine. I think it would be interesting if the Conch Shells also played a part in the Halftime Report in some way. Like they can review who's in the lead for Turf and how many more Conch Shells got collected just to gauge how many players are playing in the Fest. Heck, they could go crazy with it and you can spend your Conch Shells for a bonus in Turf War points similar to the food and drink tickets. I'm thinking like this: spend 20 Conch Shells for a 1.1x bonus for 20 matches

The big kicker would be PLEASE PICK THEMES THAT ARE BALANCED HOLY SHIT NINTENDO GET UR SHITE TOGETHER

[theliterarywolf]

Okay. One more question... Who is Ken Draws? I've checked and they were another worker for SpindelHorse/Vivziepop and honestly, it’s giving me anxiety.

So, before I go into this, I want to bring up something that a lot of writers/show runners/etc. bring attention to:

The reason why we don't discuss headcanons, jokes, fanfics, or plot ideas with people (friends, fans, otherwise).

Do we remember why? Anyone? Anyone at all? It's because if you, someday in the future, are working on something and you end up utilizing anything you may have seen in a headcanon/spoken about with friends, fans, etc) you run the risk of people accusing you of stealing their ideas.

Yes, this even includes if you yourself own the IP that the jokes, headcanons, or plot ideas were centered on.

In fact, for those of you who have followed me for a long while who may remember that 'dark magical girl deconstruction that centered around magical pets' project and may have wondered 'oh, why didn't she ever continue that's, everything I mentioned above fed into the reasons why I just left that project as is (there were a lot of different people chucking ideas and story beats into the pot for it).

So, with that out of the way, after reading through Ken's doc (which, fuck off, was damn near 30 pages), I can say that this is the headache that Viv got herself into.

With the tracing complaint, I am keeping out of it. With the 'Viv trying to get Ken to sign release documents even when he was sick' thing, while it does sound shitty on the surface, I can kind of understand the push because if I had the opportunity to get a project of mine funded and produced by a major studio but I had to make sure that everything on the legal end was buttoned up? Damn straight I would be hitting up everyone to square that shite away; I'm sorry. Big studios aren't going to want to hear 'oh, I just have to wait for this one guy'.

But. With all that. Being said:

WHY ARE YOU WAITING UNTIL NOW, WHEN THIS SHIT IS RIGHT ON THE HORIZON OF BEING RELEASED, TO SPEAK UP?!?

Holy shit, not only does it reek of trying to stir the pot (like the infamous Helena Taylor situation) but if you really cared about speaking up so that no one else would get hurt, you missed the windows for the house.

And with all the 'Viv threatened to get me blacklisted from the industry', do you not think that that would have been substantial enough evidence to get people behind you early on?

I don't know, it's like I said: there are some shitty things in that document that I can believe Viv did, but a lot of the rationalization for why he didn't come forward sooner doesn't make sense and, with all the other nonsense going on in the world of Viv allegations, doesn't read very strongly.

[dkniade]

Can I just say that I’m glad to see more fans of datsugoku here? LIKE ITS SO SO GOOD AND GOD SO TRAGICC THEY DESERVED BETTER!! Also also your analysis on Oktavia’s cover was FUCKING AMAZING HOLY HELLL/pos

(If anyone’s curious about the song mentioned here, note that the first link’s music video contains flashing lights and rapid motions, and the themes include violence and character death)

Thank you so much!! I really love Datsugoku’s MV for telling such a story in a mere 3 minutes and 47 seconds while combining music/lyrics/visuals together well. I remember how I used to really look up to sidu for her work on Datsugoku, particularly for its lighting and video editing haha. Over the years her artstyle has changed but Datsugoku is one of my favourite “phases” of her art style I’d say

(I think to this day if I’m trying to get someone into Neruke I’d just send them the MV haha)

But as a song it’s just really cool to listen to as well. The riff at the start, that guitar solo in the middle (I wrote a post about my interpretation of the solo’s narrative significance) IT’S SO GOOD. One of the best—or most memorable?—solos Neru has written I think. I like that you can get one interpretation based on the music/lyrics themselves, and another slightly different interpretation based on the MV (since what’s described in the lyrics don’t exactly match what’s happening on-screen even though they’re describing the same event.) This mismatch (?) in how the media forms are staggered (?) is so cool, like when the LYRICS say (using my translation)—

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Slamming down on the rusted throttle

with all that I’ve got—

so hard that I’d break my bones—

Right now, let’s break through reality

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—but the ANIMATION shows the moments before, where Kawasemi throws the knife to rip off Kuina’s blindfold, mouthes something in a cocky way, and runs away to start the chase…!

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(Note that the next link here goes to a post which links to a video with flashing lights and rapid motions.)

AH speaking of a tragic ending that deserved better, back in 2021 I was able to participate in a Neruke 10th anniversary fan medley MV, and did the illustration for Datsugoku! The section chosen was of course the very guitar solo itself so I tried to depict a scene of freedom and happiness in the illustration. Whether the smiling and relaxed Kawasemi is alive in the illustration is up to interpretation, haha…

It’s to match lyrics like—(note that this section of the lyrics kiiind of alludes to metaphoric drugs, and again character death)—

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“Increasing the altitude without a change in your expression, you laugh”

(“顔色変えず高度上げて君は笑う”)

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and

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“As the engine heats up, I don’t care about what’s happening to the plane’s body, so high I was in the blue heavens”

(“エンジンがヒートして　機体がどうしたって気にもしない程に　トリップしてしまう大空は偉大さ”)

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UE UE UE KAWASEMI YOU BASTARD WITH NO SELF-PRESERVATION (affectionate). Looking at it again, as a loanword from English,トリップして (trip-shite) likely refers to tripping (on drugs)… as in he’s in such a state of ecstasy—in seventh heaven, if you will—it’s like he’s high. ….oh my god hence Oktavia’s line:

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“Though the engine overheats, the plane begins to dive / I don’t care, it’s right in front of me / The Seventh Heaven finally on the bright side”

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(Long ramble about Oktavia’s lyrics, Japanese lyrics, English translyrics, melody, and phonology here)

As for my initial reaction Oktavia’s encore cover, thank you!! As I’ve mentioned in the reaction/analysis post I really like how she writes lyrics. Rhythmically, I’ve realized that it’s not just about fitting the Japanese lyrics’ syllables to English words while retaining the meaning, it’s about sonority (relative loudness of a speech sound) and how the sonority of the English lyrics should sound with the melody—and as a poet and occasional (English cover) lyricist who tries to rhyme and keep the rhythm, THAT’S REALLY DIFFICULT. I think… a vocal melody written for a song in Japanese would probably take advantage of how Japanese is mostly consonant-vowel (e.g. Datsugoku can be split up to da-tsu-go-ku, but don’t quote my on the technicalities), but rewrite the lyrics to English without thinking of rhythm and suddenly it’s hard to sing lyrics when they’re all mushed together, be it because the sonority just don’t work, or that there are too many consonants…

For example, it’s easier to sing

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あの頃僕ら夢を見ていたんだ

(Ano koro bokura yume o miteita nda)

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than it is to sing, say,

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“Back then the two of us would dream of better lives than this”

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even though the syllable count matches (do you know how hard it was to intentionally write a line that’d mess with the syllabic stress in relation to the melody)

SO THAT’S WHY I LOVE OKTAVIA’S LYRIC

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“Tell me you remember when we’d dream of another life.”

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The way the consonants at the ends of the words follow the vowels at the beginning of the next word makes it flow SO WELL. It seems she writes the lyrics based more on the melody’s ups-and-downs itself instead of the Japanese syllables, if that makes sense?

Oktavia’s mentioned something similar about rhyming and syllables in Japanese vs English lyrics once

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“it is interesting though that rhyming is so integral to english lyrics but like in other languages (japanese) that sort of culture doesn't exist

my theory is that it's because english has so many different pronunciations to learn rhymes are more appealing 'cause they're rarer? vs japanese where because of the syllable system you can write lyrics that rhyme MUCH easier so it's not as prioritized???? idk”

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The syllable system in Japanese is different from English so maybe it sounds nice in English when a (relatively) complicated syllabic system suddenly has rhymes where it usually wouldn’t…?

Ahaha, anyway, thank you for the ask! I was able to ramble about Datsugoku’s lyrics and gain more insight on the song even after a year…

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 64

They're getting back together! THEY'RE GETTING BACK TOGETHER!!! Even the title says so!

It's a plug for rings ... oh dear gods what is Sam going to do to us? Oh wow ... he's going SURREAL this time ... and super bugging Matt too ... I'm loving this ... this is one of the best ones yet ...

Laura: "Is it just gonna say 'Sam' for the rest of the night?" XD

Matt: "Let's get on and jump into tonight's episode of ... Sam & a Sam!" LOL

Okay ... how's this gonna go, then? How's it gonna start? Who's at the table first?

Ah ... it's the first group ... okay then ...

Fuck! Everybody takes 18 points of Force Damage MID JUMP?!!! Seriously?

Travis just made THE EXACT same roll ... fuck ... AND THEY TAKE ANOTHER 15 POINTS?!!! Bloody hell ...

Matt says it's getting all Doctor Strange ... yeah, Travis is EXACTLY where my brain went too ...

13? Fuck, Laura ... is that good or bad? Are they all gonna die? They're all SO NERVOUS ...

Landing! Oof ... and now FRIDA can't speak the Common Tongue ... Deanna does a hard reset on them! XD

On top of a mountain? Where the hell are they? Oof ... thus don't sound right ... ummmmm ... not Marquet, then ... birds? Wait ... they're being MOBBED now? FCG: "Are they coming for ME?"

Oh shit, they're UNDER ATTACK?!!! Crap ... yeah, just show your bellies, guys!

A group Dex save? Oof ... and now they're TRAPPED!!! Yup ... that's about right ...

Oh, Chetney may have just got them ALL killed ...

FCG is bricking it ... "Are you friends with Shithead? Did he send you?"

So they're bird PEOPLE ... Aarakocras? Is that it, then?

Fuck, Laura's rolling SHITE tonight ... Aabria's determined to confiscate her dice before she gets them killed. XD

Fearne for a Persuasion check instead ... okay ... 24? Fucking hell ... oh shit, did it WORK finally?

Oh, blindfolds? For a second thst was worrying ...

Still on Wildemount, then ... hmmm ...

The aeormatons can SPEAK TO EACH OTHER IN THEIR HEADS now? When did that start?

Crap, FCG's getting red-eye again ...

Now Fearne's trying to talk them into a free ride ... oh, that's a bad roll ... or not? Hmmmmm ... um ... yeah, I don't think this is gonna go too well ...

Divine Intervention? Oh boy ... argh ... nuts ...

Fuck, FCG is about to ho full-blown BERSERK ...

Calm Emotions? Oh boy ... here we go ... oh thank fuck ... phew ...

Wow, Travis just made that SO FILTHY ... XD

Ouch ... rough landings all round ... argh ... but at least they're free ...

Yeah, those bird people are ARSEHOLES ...

Just CHILL OUT, robit! Thanks, FRIDA ...

Another Divine Intervention? Balls ... that was a shitshow ...

Ah, the rigours of having to sleep when you're not sleepy ...

Okay, camping for the night ...

Oh, so NOW we find out if FCG actually dreams ...

So ... is this NOT part if FCG's original programming, then? Hmmmmmm ...

Morning? Okay ... are they trying again? Oof ...

Just winging it, then ...

Sam: "I cast Command on her ... SUCCEED!!!"

55? Argh ... thump ... night time? Where are they NOW? Cobbles? Smoke? Jungle far below? Jrusar? Holy FUCK!!! I thought that was a CRAP roll?

Wow ... Ruidus really is LOCKED in place ... that is just CREEPY ... yeah, no shit folk are TENSE right now ...

The Smolder Spire ... okay ...

Trying Scry and Sending? Are you sure?

Wait, Deanna's spell is WORKING?!!! Crazy ...

Imogen hearing Laudna's okay and her reaction is PRICELESS, that is so adorable ...

Sending ... a D100? Crap ... 69, though ... XD

Soot and Swill? Good call. Do that next.

A diorama? That's adorable ...

So, no curfew, just tension ... okay ...

Here we go ... no messages? Hmmm ...

Pretty! Yay! :3 Awwwww, ogre hugs, I love that ...

Deanna tries to stealthily fix Pretty's PJs ... and gets busted! LOL ... "Ooh, it's almost PLEATED!!!" XD

FCG: "No, we just came to wake you up, sew your clothes and leave." Pretty: "... okay."

Oh yeah, the lost skyship ... that still hurts ...

Oh shit ... they could Scry on Ludinus? Hmmmmm ...

Oh yeah, people are CREEPED OUT right now by this Ruidus shit ...

Vasselheim is HERE?!!! Oh, that can't be good ...

Attempted queue jumping? Hmmmm ... I'm not sure this is gonna go well ...

A racoon dog? Awwwwwww ... how does Fearne KEEP DOING THIS to us? :3

Oh, so this is WORSE for Imogen than the gondolas? Great ...

Phew ... they made it despite Chetney getting that urge to jump ...

FRIDA freaking Deanna out by talking in HER head too ... XD

Heading for Spire By Fire ...

Big Katari? Hmmm ... DO WE know this guy? He's very friendly, I'll give him that ... ah ... it's a barracks now? Hmmmm ...

Oh, these troops are from ALL OVER THE PLACE ...

Imogen getting some air, looking at Ruidus ... it's still pulling at her a little bit ... a message? Hmmmmm ... not sure that's gonna work ... oof ... how bad is this roll? 2? On a D100? Oh my gods ...

Wait ... it actually WORKED?!!! I mean she didn't have a BLOODY CLUE, but still ...

Chetney trying to chat up the soldiers for some info ... XD

Fearne's STILL a raccoon dog ... :3 And she's being snoopy. Here we go ... begging for bacon. XD It worked! Now she's eavesdropping. General anxiety ... hmmmm ...

Imogen's not a big drinker ... makes sense ... wait ... is FRIDA trying to give her LOVE ADVICE?!!! And is FCG getting TOTALLY the wrong idea? XD

Wait, cliffhanger AND going to break? What? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!!!

We're back ... and I heard MARISHA LAUGH!!! Oooooooh ... NO!!! Bor'Dor WAS NOT a friend!

What the fuck is Prism doing? Aaaaah! Crap ... oh, this is gonna be a mad mess ... dear gods ... what?

Orym's trying a desperate save ... well, if ANYBODY can ... 18 Dex Save? Grabs her tush, but still ... yeah, that KINDA worked ...

So Prism kinda made a bit of a tit of herself bur it's mostly just adorable ...

Nice place ... and it IS a public place, at least ...

Ah yeah, Ruidus again ...

Starpoint Conservatory ... yeah, that's a smart call for Prism.

Ashton: "Yeah, the first trick is not TELLING people that you're lying."

Ah, more Beau-bashing, that's adorably meta ...

Prism has an EIGHT PACK of abs ... "Welcome to the library, bitch!" Oh my gods ...

Where to first? Breakfast ... yes. That's a good idea ... almost as if it's fated? XD

Wow! An actual WORKING gondola! Lucky ...

Ah yes, the tension again ... hmmmmm ...

Here we go ... and Laudna being creepy again ... XD

A "dirty little spell that old Prism would never have taken"? Friends? Okay ... sneaky ...

Oh yeah, the return of the survey ... LOL

Prism: "Can I send Mother after him?" Taliesin: "Just hound him to his grave." XD

ALL of Marisha's PCs have a beef with postal workers, it would seem ...

Oh yeah, the Lumas Twins! That was a while ago ...

Wow, Prism's planning on being a massive ninja geek of knowledge raiding the various houses of learning in Jrusar, isn't she?

To the Shadowfell? Orym: "Sure, if we're still here in two weeks ..."

Oh, so there's god soldiers going round again? Hmmmmm ... oh, the Changebringer? Okay ... no Green Seekers ...

Oh! Here we go! They're back! Oh, and now it's CHAOS as EVERYBODY'S trying to come to the table ... wow ... Holy fuck this is A LOT of people at the table right now. It's the end of Campaign 1 all over again ...

Imogen and Laudna INSTANTLY running over and hugging each other. Also Orym with Fearne ...

Greetings and meetings and ... wow, this is getting CRAZY ...

Fearne: "We had a threesome." O.O

Ah, comparing notes ... oh yes, the spectre of Bor'Dor rears its ugly head again ...

"Serving Bundt" ... yet more Sam's flask chaos ... he has surpassed himself ...

Retiring to the room ...

Yeah, there were good times and bad times in equal measure ... and now Laudna can summon undead ghost wolves from her ... orifices ...

Ah yes ... the Dawnfather incident ... yeah ... Deanna: "I'M GONNA GET SOME MORE DRINKS!!!"

Fearne (gasping): "THAT Deni$e?"

Prism: "IS Santa real?"

Ludinus' notes! Yes! Very handy ...

Chetney's extremely abbreviated account of what they went through ... meanwhile Orym's just fixating on FRIDA ...

Yes, she IS spooky beautiful. :3

Deanna finishes her Communion with her patron ... and Matt's phone goes off! Aabria: "MY IMMERSION!!!" LOL

Deanna: "One last question ... are you WORTH saving?" Ooooooh, DAMN!!!

Laudna and Deanna bonding over having both died at least once ... XD

Literary arsonist ... (snort)

23 nexuses? Hmmmmm ...

The alien, yeah ... FCG: "It's a round ring!" And now Fearne's trying to steal it from Ashton ... ah yes. Ashton: "I missed you so much."

Mother freaks FCG out and we're not surprised AT ALL ... and she shits on him! Of course ...

Discussing next moves ... hmmmm ...

Not that kind of seal, Chetney!

Ah, the talking book. Yeah. Dynios is YET ANOTHER weird revelation and I love it. XD

Yeah, that book is SASSY.

Imogen: "Are you a good book or a bad book?" Dynios: "I am a good book with a bad attitude."

Yes. They DID beat a Judicator ... with a Devil. It was crazy. Laudna: "It was A LOT."

Oh ... is Orym thinking about Deanna trying to Scry on Keyleth? O.O

Everybody's sitting forward ... of course they are ... I am too ...

Oh, the Dawnfather's being a bit petty right now, ain't he? Wow, she's scary right now when she's angry ...

Oh shit! There she is! It's Keyleth! She lives! She's definitely hurt, but ... she's alive!

That was INTENSE ...

She's home? In Zephrah? Cool ...

Oh, the hill. That living hill ... I forgot about that ... and the cougar ... XD

The Reilorans ... yeah ...

Ah yes, Dynios delivers a lecture about the githserai ...

Yeah, I don't think she has any actual connection with the Prism Emporium either, really ...

What, create their own Malleus Key to defeat Predathos? Hmmmmmm ...

Whoa ... FRIDA doesn't actually TRUST "One Punch" Grimpoppy?

Oh man ... FCG is just full-on torn between love and duty here ... that's HEAVY ...

Prism has NO IDEA if she's actually a danger to them or not ... that's kind of adorable and TOTALLY par for the course ...

I love that she seems to have read WAY more into her connection with Orym than anyone else has ...

FCG: "Do you smoke?" Prism: "Of course, I'm a student!"

FRIDA's just talking into various characters' heads ... Fearne: "Why is everybody being so quiet?"

Fearne can Scry now? Ooooooh ...

Prism does Imogen's accent ... :3

Oh, wait ... are we losing the new friends? Already? Man ... I mean we've had them for a while, but ... sad goodbyes ... I hope we see them again before too long MATTHEW!!!

Prism casts Enlarge on Orym ... "Wow! I'm 6 foot 6!" Immediately starts doing pull ups from the rafters ...

Oh man ... so this is it? Parting ways ... man! Not fun ... and that's that? Yeah, saw that coming ...

It was fun while it lasted ...

Thanks Aabria, thanks Christian, and thanks Emily, I hope you'll be back soon ...

[innerbeast]

a thud rings in his ear from the fist against the wall, the warrior unflinching. this all had a bitter air of familiarity to it. a being of higher status looking down upon him -- upon others like him -- as though their lives meant naught in a grander picture. it set his veins aflame; caused blood to boil beneath skin not his own.

the jaw he possesses grows tight, teeth clenched together to the point of grinding. every word aurelius speaks sets a spark that catches, has dar'khol grasping at every tendril of emotion he can muster within this shell of a man he was forced to be. he didn't want to be this anymore, never had, but he's reached his limit on patience with it.

memories brought with them nothing but a growing distaste for a man he was otherwise indifferent to, left him sitting with guilt over a situation he held no part in.

it wasn't right. he couldn't just sit with that.

"do you not already!?"

his voice rises. it's almost uncharacteristic to hear it go so high, so loud.

"you look at the denizens of this world as if they're no better than dirt, keeping klaus on a mental pedestal all the while. you regard him before anyone else, speak of him like he's your sole purpose for being -- yet you want to tell me there's nothing there?!"

( you're full of shite! )

fingers tangled within his borrowed feathers are met with the quivering of those very appendages, dar'khol adamant on making use of them yet. he didn't care if aurelius managed to tear them from his back, he'd force himself forward one way or another. the weight of his body is brought forward, stubbornly forcing himself from the wall behind him. to hell with the warning before, he'd find use for this wretched, 'holy' hands -- against what should be his own throat, even, while its twin finds purchase against a shoulder.

"emotions are not suppose to be easy. they're a tangled mess at times; overwhelming and burdensome, but fulfilling all the same. they're part of who we are -- part of what makes us!"

"i have the time to untangle mine and grab my chance… while you continue to twist the cord on yours by remaining so secretive and empty."

fingers curl, tightening their hold where they could. he didn't care if it burned, didn't care if he managed to scar already worn flesh. what mattered now was prying the angel away from him, and putting an end to this disgusting excuse of a conversation. thinking on it further only had his lips pulling back, teeth bared as though they would expose fangs.

"what is their to ruin that you have not already? if our attachment to sentiment is as hopeless as you claim, if your path of truth is the only way forward -- then tell him.

you want him to understand, don't you? you hold no love, so the fear of hurting him is nonexistent. show him your truth."

his voice drops, a snarl rolling into a voice that should not carry it.

"what are you afraid of."

「 X 」 How dare he.

To be censured by Heaven is one thing, but condemned by someone wearing his face and voice is an indignity he cannot tolerate. A hand moves towards his back, grasping instinctively for a weapon that should be there, before the angel transfers the near-murderous rage (not his wrath, he tells himself once more, no, never mine) to his fist and then the wall.

"Do not judge me," he snarls, leaving flecks of plaster flaking in his wake, "with your standards. You and your love—"

His voice stutters as scattered images fill his mind, both completely unfamiliar and painfully intimate. A woman (mother), bending down to pick him up with laughter in her eyes and a song on her lips, the melody changing to notes on a flute from an older boy (brother) playing them slowly so he can follow along; anxious breaths as he rushes into a room full of beds, not daring to blink until the people on them (friends) start waking up one-by-one; the distinctive gait of a tall, thin man with pointed ears striding casually into his room and the flutter of his heart that greets him, and at last someone familiar—Yuri, looking stubbornly indifferent as he thanks him for a meal and turns his back on the table, going home alone.

He thinks he feels his heart twist and crushes that beneath his fury, diluting it with something bitter. These are not his memories. He's never felt this way.

"—you and your kind's hopeless attachment to sentiment," Aurelius goes on after a shuddering breath, "have no place in my realm."

The light from himself is more familiar—bright and golden, incomparably pure. He has lived bathed in it since he was a child, beholden to its standards, unwavering in his faith.

“I am divinus, Holy Light of my world—a place I'm duty-bound to protect!"

"I don't pursue Klaus for love, but because he's worthy to stand by my side! You would have me put him before the lives of thousands and millions, and for what? A single moment of impulse? A feelin' of warmth at the end of a day? If it was so easy, why didn't ya try it yourself wit' yours?!"

His hands grab at fistfuls of feathers, crushing bundles of it between his fingers. It hardly causes pain, but it gives him something to grasp while keeping Dar in his place. Gold has been his color since birth: a sign of blessing and divine favor, elevating him above the rest. For a long, long time, that pedestal had been his alone.

"My duty has always been to God and His utopia. Ignorance is Anghelescu's blessin—" Until he understands. Until he can learn to accept the one and only truth.

He tells himself there is no doubt, that whatever trepidation preying on the edges of his mind is this body's and not his own. Certainly, he's never experienced anything like it before.

"—if you would ruin us, let it be on your conscience, not mine."

[last-starfighter]

Hello. sorry this will be long, I didnt know where to leave a review. I played Jjimjilbang for a bit (not the full demo, not gonna lie, I am too tired for this today. Just so you know the extent of my gameplay) Also I am generally not good at games (easy mode is my mode) and I don't know much about stats.

I have no problem with the graphics and music (my first console was the big grey gameboy lol). I quite enjoy all of that, it feels nostalgic to me. Music isnt too intrusive either and does not distract from stuff on the screen (granted there isnt a whole lot going on so its pretty safe) I like how the characters are designed, and their little avatar picture in the bottom speech frame (I am foreign, I dont know how thats called in english)

I like the rpg aspect. It was a bot weird to be thrown into the story simply with a text screen (well plenty of old games do that but I was spoiled by the zelda games and "illustrated" storytelling). I dunno if youre supposed to find roach first, but i explored a bit alone and got obliterated, before I found him. so If you're supposed to find him and the shop before diving head first into danger like an idiot (me, I am the idiot)... maybe it should be more obvious/forced? otherwise just blame my bad decision making skills. (this is where its obvious I started as a new game and not from the save)

I have a very bad sense of direction so I got confused often in the rooms. i know there is a "map" text but it didnt help for me to paint a general map in my brain. I insist that my sense of direction is lower than average lol.

I enjoy the random encounters as much as I enjoyed them in the tall grass in pokemon, which is not at all. BUT they are ghosts and it makes sense for them to jumpscare you and be annoying. I am not SUPPOSED to enjoy it so that's not a real problem. I wish their level was a bit more worked? i dunno i was without roach and encountered 3 of them at once, I think, it seemed overkill (it sure overkilled me). and then I had a tiny one that I oneshot, which restored my ego a bit. But maybe I stepped in the wrong room, as I said. In fact the ghosts would have been less annoying if I wasnt interrupted while trying to retrace my steps because I got disoriented on the map. encountering them when you explore is fine. being interrupted while going back and forth is a bit more of a pain. it adds to the frustration. As I said again, my direction is absolute shite.

The decor is real nice, I am a bit bummed that there are items that are just decorative. like there was a locker with a thing on top, I was upset that it wasnt something I can pick up, and just deco, while the items to loot are in very obvious chests. I don't know, I am a fallout player, I see a locker I inspect it hahaha. Having dungeon chests for regular non-ghost items felt a bit non-immersive maybe. like I expected to find items such as the mirror and watch in the locker itself. though finding a key in a safe makes sense. it does make it easy to pinpoint what your task is, in a specific room, but takes away from immersion in my opinion.

Anyway I enjoyed it really much so far and would enjoy playing a full version. This is not bad at all and I am nitpicking. see thins a being honest and constructive about my experience as a below average gamer, not in a "here is a list of why it sucked" way (not at ALL).

Also is there a korean version? I would be interested in that too.

holy shit thank you uhhhhhhhh

youre bein super nice and so im just goin a little bit blue screen of death yknow

so uh if you wanna leave a review next time you can do it on the games itch.io page but this is a really good review and it made me happy

a lot of the bullshit you mentioned (like missing roach) is shit that other people have told me about so were gonna fix it for the final build

and rn theres no plans for a korean version because i dont speak korean- but it would be so fucking cool and if you know someone who can translate maybe when we go for a final release you can hook us up?

[dragynkeep]

talk to us about the sweet miles luna discourse babey

what can i say that hasn’t already been said? miles saying that a girl who dresses in a tank top & skirt with shorts underneath looks like a prostitute (nice sexism there buddy) whilst he has a show with teen girls dressed like that & once of yang’s major inspirations was said girl is fucking laughable.

him deleting the thread only to tweet out a weak apology in a comment is pathetic & cowardly.

it’s also kind of hilarious that the same people who’re defending miles are also tumblr puritans who hate any female character who isn’t dressed like a 15th century nun. i used to wear shit like tifa did when i was in my teens, does that make me a prostitute miles, you fucking muppet. bet this is gonna go down as well as your biphobia over arryn cheating on you & sticking her tongue down another girl’s throat right in front of you.

all this does is enforce why crwby needs social media managers. because not 10 seconds after this, aa’s twitter came out validating white washing ilia by saying she could be any colour. like. don’t trust these fucking morons with social media lmao.

[geminil0vr]

"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Oberyn Martell headcanon/HC - oral sex for female reader

Okay, so I want all of you to fully blame @eri16 and @hnt-escape for spinning up Oberyn Martell eating pu**y on my Wheel of Smut.

Oh good LORD you two!!! Holy crap. This might be how I die. If I accidentally kill myself with horny for writing this up, please tell my children that I love them, and that I died doing something that I love: getting dehydrated from writing hot smut, LOL.

Word count: 1000+

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Oberyn Martell x “You” (cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Oral sex/F receiving; vaginal fingering; face-sitting; Oberyn’s poetic filthy mouth; one mention of gagging; one mention of group sex with multiple partners

Oberyn leads you to his chambers, your heart beating wildly in your ribcage. You’ve heard the stories about his prowess, and you’re no shrinking flower, but this is the first time that you’ve had the opportunity to find out for yourself what he’s like.

He dismisses everyone else from the bedroom with just a look, one eyebrow arched high. You watch from your seat on the bed as he wraps his hands around Ellaria’s waist, kissing her and whispering tenderly that she can return and join you both as soon as he’s done.

Oberyn thinks you may be shy, and he wants you all to himself at first. He closes the doors and turns to you with a hungry look. Desire surges in your chest and you feel your cunt clench hard around nothing.

He stalks over to where you sit, your hands suddenly displaying your nerves, twisting the fabric of your gown in your lap. He pulls a cushion from the bed and tosses it to the floor, kneeling close to your legs.

He runs his broad hands up under the hem of your dress, grazing across the back of both of your calves, squeezing you there in reassurance before he pushes the fabric up over your lap.

“Take this off.” An order, gently given but not stated as a request. You comply, standing briefly to unwrap your gown and shed it, dropping it to the floor beside him.

Oberyn smirks up at you, running his large, warm hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your backside. Squeezing and palming you, grasping at your flesh and making his desire apparent as he looks you up and down.

He abruptly grabs the backs of your thighs and buries his mouth into the crux of your sex, dipping his tongue between your folds and holding you tight to his face. He licks into you as deeply as he can from this angle, and you feel your knees threaten to fold.

Oberyn releases you and you sit down on the bed again, legs shaking from his tender assault. He smiles at you, and gently pushes your sternum to get you to lay back.

His deep voice intones, “Lie down for me, and open your legs. I’m going to make you see the stars in your own eyes.”

You spread your legs wide for your prince, and Oberyn wastes no time in pushing two of his thick fingers inside of your cunt. He cups your buttocks with his free hand to angle your hips another inch up toward his face, and then he licks your tender bud vigorously.

It’s almost too much, but he works his mouth steadily, curling his broad fingers inside of you as you come quickly to the edge of your climax. Oberyn feels you beginning to clench, and he flicks his strong tongue once more across your clit.

Light bursts behind your eyes and you fight the urge to slam your legs closed. You moan deep and low, giving voice and an outlet to your pleasure. You buck your hips and grind down harder against his fingers.

Oberyn pulls away, suckling one last time at your tender clit before releasing it with a smacking sound. You open your eyes and lift your head to look down at him. His deep brown eyes are sparkling, mischievous and lusty.

“You taste like summer, my sweet girl. Like honey and wine on my tongue.” He places a wet, sucking kiss to your inner thigh before he pulls his fingers from your folds, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he sucks and licks your slick from his digits.

He stands and then crawls over you on the bed, placing kisses to your breasts and collarbone before laying on his back, rolling you over on top of him.

“Come here, climb on top of me and let me savor the way that you drip onto my tongue from above.”

You give Oberyn one last lingering kiss, loving the way that he tastes with your essence on his lips. Then you raise yourself up and straddle his face, gripping the ornate head of the bed for stability.

Oberyn cups one side of your buttocks and angles your hips closer to his mouth. He licks into you deeply and you moan, knowing that from this angle he will be able to pull your climax from you in no time at all.

You remind yourself to breathe, failing at the simple task because Oberyn has brought his free hand up to grip tightly at the top of your thigh, spreading your folds open with one broad thumb. His tongue works impossibly fast, sending flickers of pleasure from your core to your extremities with each lick. He devours you.

Your second orgasm overtakes you with a shout, and you resist the urge to let go of the headboard and fall over onto your side. Oberyn keeps working his tongue across you as you clench and shudder, your pussy grasping around nothing.

He draws his thumb firmly along your slick pussy lips and you feel a surge of wetness descend. Oberyn laps at you with a satisfied moan, and a sense of power floods you. You made him happy, responding so well to his touch and his efforts.

You shudder as your climax ebbs, and you feel him shift beneath you, sliding out from under you. He kneels behind you and presses his hard cock against your ass, the layers of his clothing doing little to dampen his arousal.

“Was that good, my little flower? You came so hard for me.” You nod and hum wordlessly, unable to speak yet.

Oberyn places damp kisses to your ear, your neck, your shoulders. He strokes your skin from waist to hip with both hands and murmurs low in your ear.

“I want you to lie down, and relax. I’m going to call Ellaria back in, and if you can come for her as sweetly as you came for me, perhaps we’ll find a nice stable boy who can fuck your cunt while you gag on my cock.”

You whine and moan at that, as another drip of wetness slides down your inner thigh. Oberyn chuckles at your distress, and places a biting kiss to the side of your neck.

He reaches his hand down to feel your arousal, running his strong fingers once again through your folds. You sigh just for him. “Yes, my prince.”

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[fallout4reactsblog]

companions react to companions react. how confused and creeped out is everyone and how insulted are they at some of the common flanderizations of their personality that used to appear on react blogs a lot back in the old glory days of 2018. how disgusted is everyone with the fact that consistently all those react blog's asks would be 90% weirdly specific fetishy shit like "fe male soul bleed through hnng vault suit"

Anon... you have no idea the Pandora’s box of memories this opened for me. This fandom has made me suffer and now this is my strike back against it.

Warning: Talk of sexual content ahead

“It’s just not behaving right,” sole said, glaring at the terminal before them. “It was displaying all sorts of weird messages, and now it’s doing this.”

They gestured to the terminal, which was filled with messages. Piper squinted at the screen and said, “Hey, that’s us! Those are our names.”

“What?” Mac leaned forward. “What is this? Are they... observing us?”

“I think it’s some kind of fiction,” sole said. “Y’know, like Grognak. Except it’s about us. And it’s written by a bunch of different people. Like how people would make up their own Grognak stories that weren’t technically real? Do you remember this?”

Nick sighed. “I remember. Some of those got pretty weird, though.”

“Looks like these did, too. Some of this is just plain weird.” Piper glanced over at sole. “You didn’t really conceive your son in a public park, did you?”

“What?” Sole leaned forward, then backpedaled suddenly. “Holy shit. No, leave me out of this.”

Cait whistled. “X6, I didn’t know you were so kinky. This is some nasty business.”

He leaned forward, sliding his glasses down his nose to read better. After a moment, he said, “I don’t know what half of those words mean.”

“Sure ya don’t.”

He looked at her. “Do you?”

“I don’t need to. It’s not my kink.”

Mac choked, then coughed out, “Piper, look at this.”

She leaned over and sighed. “Why are all of these so weirdly horny?” She glanced over at Nick surreptitiously. “And why do all of them seem to want to have sex with Nick?”

He spluttered into his cup of coffee, then loudly said, “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t.”

“That aside,” MacCready said, “Preston, you kill people, right?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Sure. Don’t we all?”

“Yeah. So why are you written as a softboy all the time?” He squinted, then said, “And what the heck is a RatCready?”

Cait laughed. “You. You is a RatCready.”

“What?”

“Okay, let me break this down,” Piper said. “Cait, you’re a mean person, and you say “shite” a lot. Curie, you’re just a sweetheart who speaks French. Danse is either an asshole or the perfect gentleman. Deacon is either a complete joke or wildly depressed all the time. Gage is an asshole, and very horny. Hancock is just high and horny. MacCready is depressed. Nick is a dad, but also horny I guess? I’m... horny. Preston is a sweetheart. X6 is emotionless and, surprise, surprise, horny. Are these even the right people?”

Sole laughed. “That’s how it goes with fans. They never seem to get it right.”

“Oh, but much of this is very strange.” Curie made a face and leaned away from the terminal. “I am not so comfortable. It feels quite invasive, non?”

“I think it’s funny,” Cait said. “Who thinks this stuff up? I mean, get this.” She cleared her throat. “Companions react to sole asking for oral sex, but they don’t shave down there, and ask companions to brave the jungle.” She laughed. “I don’t even know what I would do in that situation, but this person does!”

“The really sexual ones are so much worse,” Piper groaned. “I’m with Curie. I feel violated.”

Hancock shook his head. “I dunno, Cait has a point. It’s almost funny if you don’t take it too personal. None of these people have ever even met us.”

“It’s foul,” Nick said, and left it at that.

Gage replied, “You’re just mad because a bunch of strangers are fighting over if you have a dick or not. At least you’re not made out to be just another raider prick.”

“Aw, Nick, don’t worry,” Hancock said, throwing an arm around his shoulders, “they’re arguing over if I have a dick or not, too. Bros.”

Nick frowned harder and said nothing.

Preston shrugged. “I don’t like the weird stuff, but some of it is cute. Like Hancock said, you can’t take it too personally.”

“I’m afraid that’s where we’ll have to disagree,” Danse said. “I’m deeply disturbed by any individual who would dedicate so much time to considering our habits.”

“At least you’re not getting called RatCready,” Mac huffed, clearly still sullen.

“Don’t take it too hard,” Deacon said, smiling from his place leaning against the wall.

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Nobody-knows-a-dang-thing-about-me. I bet half this stuff isn’t even true.”

He snickered. “More than half, but it’s funny to see them try.”

“Well, I am sufficiently disturbed,” X6 said. “Are we all in agreement that this stays between us? I certainly don’t need anyone thinking I enjoy-��� he gestured to the terminal- “that.”

“I won’t wreck it, if any of you happen to be masochists,” sole said. “Though I guess I am, according to these folks, so maybe I’ll be back for more. Who knows?”

Cait glanced around, then said, “I’m gonna search up Dogmeat.”

“Do NOT-”

[kentochronicles]

***SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5 OF WANDAVISION***

HOLY SHITE MY MIND IS BLOWN

TOMMY AND BILLY CRYING

“Do you want me to take that again?” “Take it from the top?”

Agnes knows ! Tiger - Ralph

“Dark liquor” Vision being concerned

Billy and Tommy aged up?!

I DO NOT TRUST HAYWARD

SCARLET WITCH - TALKING ABOUT HOW WANDA DOESN’T HAVE A CODENAME

SIS STRAIGHT UP TOOK VISIONS CORPSE

HEX — HER POWERS GET REFERRED TO AS HEX POWERS SOMETIMES IN THE COMICS

CAPTAIN MARVEL REFERENCE

NORM SAYING NONE OF IT IS REAL

SPARKY THE DOG - VISION HAD A STAND ALONE AND STOLE A DOG

HER ACCENT

LAGOS

SHE DOESNT KNOW HOW ANY OF THIS STARTED IN THE FIRST PLACE

EVAN PETERS AS QUICKSILVER

DARCY GOING “SHE RECAST PIETRO?” MOOOD

X-MEN, START TO THE MULTIVERSE?!

WANDA CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE CONTROLLING IT

IS MONICA MAD AT CAROL???

MONICA X DARCY?! WHAT A POWER COUPLE THAT WOULD BE

SIS REALLY ENDGAME - ENDGAME ENDED WITH TONY’S FUNERAL AND WANDA PROBS WENT STRAIGHT FROM THERE AND STOLE HER DEAD BF’S CORPSE (can’t really blame her, it looked like they were trying to experiment on Vis and could it be Hayward behind it?)

WHO WAS THAT ENGINEER THAT MONICA WAS GOING TO CONTACT?

BABY VISION

AND AGNES DEFINITELY KNOWS SOMETHING

DARCY FINALLY GOT HER COFFEE

SO VIS SAID THAT WANDA COULD’VE MADE EVERYTHING SUBCONSCIOUSLY AND THAT OVER TIME SHE BECAME AWARE OF IT, AND SIS DEFO HAS SOME CONTROL BUT IT’S NOT ALL HER. I THINK AGNES IS AGATHA HARKNESS AND EITHER MEPHISTO IS BEHIND IT OR IT’S NIGHTMARE AND THEY’VE MAYBE POWERED UP NIGHTMARE

***FURTHER UPDATES AND EASTER EGGS***

Auntie Agnes and Agnes saying she has a few tricks up her sleeve - we should definitely take note of that seeing as Agnes definitely has something to do with the whole situation

Wanda and Vision’s house changed again, being inspired by Family Ties, possibly Full House and Growing Pains

“Do you want me to take it from the top?” It seems as though when someone, this time Vision, steers away from the script, things either reset themselves or people become aware to some capacity, although Agnes probably already knows

Speaking of Growing Pains - It had a spin off called “Just the 10 of Us” in which the director for Wandavision, Matt Shakman, was apart of the cast - and seemingly also inspired the theme song for this week

We should definitely keep an eye on Monica and her potential for powers. With Maria last episode revealed to have gone by the name ‘Photon’ (which is a name that Monica uses as one of her aliases in the comics) and could inspire Monica’s name as she develops her powers - those scans didn’t look 100% normal. Monica has also used the Captain Marvel monicker in the comics

Wanda’s energy field and such being referred to as “Hex” short for Hexagon, could be a little nod to the comics where Wanda’s powers are sometimes called Hex powers

She’s never been referred to as the Scarlet Witch on the big screen - and it seems as though she soon may earn that code name

So we now know that Wanda stole Vision’s corpse from S.W.O.R.D, but did she actually re animate him fully? He’s still got the gem in the centre of his forehead, but the last time he had it was in Infinity War where it promptly got ripped out by Thanos - so has Wanda found her own way of reanimating him and he’s alive or is he dead and just a trick of the mind - though from other trailers/previews, Vis is seen trying to and looks successful at leaving Wanda’s barrier

They had a little call back to Captain America: Civil War with the Sokovia Accords, which were targeting the Avengers in general but were created when Wanda lost control of her powers and killed civilians

A little joke towards Vis as playing “Father Knows Best” in their little suburbia - Which was a sitcom that ran for 200 episodes in the 50’s

Sparky ! A little nod to the little green dog from the Walta and King comics run for Vision and unfortunately soon meets the same fate 💔

A little nod to Endgame when we hear from Monica that Wanda definitely could’ve taken down Thanos by herself had Thanos not rained fire - and Jimmy arguing that Captain Marvel could’ve just as easily done it - which leaves Monica with an angry look on her face

Good ol’ dial up internet

Can Vis “save” the residents of Westview? He can still seemingly interact with people’s minds, with or without the mind stone - Norm soon comes out of his trance as Vis snaps him out of it and asks to call his sister and that he has to save them all from “her” - now this “her” could be Wanda...but it could also be Agnes and then Vis shuts him down soon enough again and Norm goes back to his sit com self

Billy and Tommy are fully aware, or at least suspect Wanda’s abilities - after asking her to bring back Sparky from the dead and speaking of Billy and Tommy - could they be semi permanent fixtures in the MCU, it would help to introduce the Young Avengers eventually. They'll do Young Avengers at some point since Kang is supposed to be a thing in the third Ant-Man.

Teddy, unfortunately, I don't think will be here for a bit (I really hope he is though!). I think the guy they hired that everyone is rumoring to be Teddy might just be an episode about Billy coming to terms with his sexuality and Wanda and Vis learning to accept it in the way that era of tv they're in would go about with that kind of episode and the dude is just a dude - but again, I really hope it’s Teddy 😭

Wanda leaves the hex after a mini missile/plane tries to shoot at her - and she’s in her Scarlet Witch costume and is seemingly mostly back to her “normal self”, which includes her accent !

Lagos brand paper towels - “For when you make a mess you didn’t mean to” - a nod to Civil War again in which Wanda accidentally blew up a building in Lagos and caused the Sokovian accords to come to fruition

The mail man again - I also think he was in the commercial but anywho - “Your mom won’t let him go far” similar to “Much like she won’t let anyone leave” a potential nod to Wanda or Agnes not letting anyone leave?

“We can’t reverse death” and yet she brought Vision back - keeping in mind that he’s an android but still a little foreshadow to what happened at the end of the ep? Better yet, could Pietro coming back be a distraction for Wanda? Agnes or whoever introducing someone that Wanda lives in hopes that she won’t go full on breakdown superpowers or just to give her an attachment to Westview even more and make her not want to leave at all

“She recasted Pietro” EVAN ! I’m so pumped for this - it seems this could turn into the X-Men making their debut earlier than expected possibly? In any case, it’s a nice little Easter Egg to the previous Fox franchise of X-Men movies where Evan played Peter Maximoff “Quicksilver” alongside James McAvoy as Prof X, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine and so many others - and with Deadpool being confirmed as Disney’s first R rated film, it seems Mutants are definitely on their way to the MCU

Agnes is definitely Agatha or a gender bent Nightmare

The way Billy shed himself and Tommy up was scary - definitely a little nod to his powers coming in

Multiple different perspectives of Wanda saying that Monica left

Red Hex dialled up to around light sources (computer, window, etc.)

Vision mentions reading Charles Darwin’s The Descent of Man - which could refer to Mutants entering the MCU, Mutants being superior to humans

Agnes calls herself Auntie Agnes - in episode 2 during the title sequence in the grocery store there’s a product called ‘Auntie A’s Kitty Litter’

Agnes refers to herself as a Tiger and in the episode, there’s a Tiger on the dining table in the kitchen - could that be a listening device, her eyes and ears?

There are no other children in Westview - Billy and Tommy are immune because they have no prior trauma

Elizabeth Olsen’s photos are real and slightly altered with Sokovian flags in the background

In the birthday shot of Billy and Tommy, they have ‘1,2,3,4,5’ candles all on one cake

In the holiday photos, Vision goes from Turkey to Easter Bunny, to Santa and progressively gets more unhappy - realising he no longer wants to play along in Wanda’s Hex

During Monica’s callbacks to seeing Wanda’s pain inside her head, we see a new shot of Wanda crying - it looks like it’s around the time she stole Vision’s corpse, as the outfit she’s wearing is very similar, if not the same - could this be an after shot of when she’s trying to bring Vision back?

During the scene where we see the footage of Wanda stealing Vision’s corpse, the S.W.O.R.D logo that appears on the table has 8 stars around the rim of the logo but then has a 9th one in the middle - could this be a little Easter Egg to the nine realms of the Cosmos? And there’s also a map showing Cape Canaveral, could that be where S.W.O.R.D’s headquarters are?

Wanda and Pietro were born in 1989 to Irina and Oleg Maximoff - who were killed in an air raid when the twins were 10. In the comics, Wanda and Pietro were raised by Django and Maria Maximoff, before their true parentage was revealed as being the children of Magneto, however, in the comics this has been retconned so that Wanda and Pietro are no longer Mutants and the High Evolutionary had just disguised them as Mutants (something I think they should undo tbh - MARVEL, PLEASE MAKE WANDA AND PIETRO MUTANTS AGAIN!!!)

Speaking of the air raid, that was also referenced in Age of Ultron by Pietro and Wanda - “We were 10 years old, having dinner the four of us. And the first shell hits 2 floors below, makes a hole in the floor” - was the beeping Stark toaster be what that was referring to?

WHIH reappears for a brief cameo as the news service in the MCU - and Hayward cuts off Jimmy as he was trying to defend Wanda’s reputation, in which Jimmy then turns to Darcy and says “I try not to speak ill of people” Darcy then follows up with “Then allow me, Hayward’s a-“ and then she’s cut off by a shot back to Hayward saying the word “Terrorist” which would make sense as it seems with Vision’s corpse, he may have been trying to make sentient weapons and by subverting Vision’s will and blaming Wanda of doing the same. In the footage shown of Wanda stealing Vision’s remains, we see Vision broken up into parts and S.W.O.R.D seems to be experimenting on him and this seems to be the robotics/nanotech project that Hayward was referring to. Monica asks Hayward about the footage saying “When was this?” to which Hayward replies saying “9 days ago. Maximoff stormed our facility, stole Vision’s body and resurrected him” - this would mean that Wanda took Vision 2 weeks after the events of Endgame, about a week before Monica returned to S.W.O.R.D and Hayward didn’t tell her any of this and when he sent her in there, he knew exactly what he was doing - with her reputation after Civil War, this makes it easier for Hayward to paint her as the villain.

Back in Westview, Tommy wears red and Billy wears green - which are the colours that Wiccan and Speed wear in the comics, respectively. And it’s also the colours that Wanda and Vision are known for and appears quite a lot in their wardrobes

More in regards to Sparky, he was the synthezoid dog in Tom King’s run of Vision - the story being that he was originally a dog named Zeke who unfortunately passed away after digging up the Grim Reaper’s corpse and getting zapped. The Grim Reaper’s helmet appears during the title sequence of Episode 2 in the floorboards. Could Sparky have been trying to dig up a similar thing when he was caught by Agnes and consequently killed?

Monica mentions that she knows this aerospace engineer, they’re never shown but she is seen texting them. Could it be Reed Richards a.k.a Mr Fantastic? Hayward did mention that some astronauts used to work for S.W.O.R.D before a mission went haywire - though it seems a bit lacklustre to introduce such highly anticipated characters this way. Could it instead be the Skrull daughter of Talos that Monica befriended at the end of Captain Marvel? She mentioned that they had extraterrestrial allies in episode 4 working with her and Fury as apart of S.W.O.R.D - in the Spanish subtitles they use the feminine articles for this engineer - so I think it’s more likely to be Talos’s daughter

The board that we saw in Episode 4 now includes the mailman, drivers license and all - could he be Jimmy’s missing witness?

The tension in the room after Jimmy references Carol is similarly seen when in Spider-Man: Far From Home, where Peter asks Skrull Fury/Talos “How about Captain Marvel?” To which Talos replies “Don’t involve her name”. Fury, Monica and Talos were all on the side of the Skrulls by then end of Captain Marvel and the space station that Fury was on maybe apart of S.W.O.R.D. So did Carol betray them?

A slight reference to Captain America: The First Avenger is made when Monica pulls a Peggy Carter and shoots at something to see if it’s bulletproof, in Peggy’s case it was the iconic Captain America shield and in the case of Monica, it was her clothes that she was wearing after Wanda threw her out of the Hex

Abilash (Norm) never states that Wanda is the one that Vision has to save them from, it’s just “her” - could this instead be Agnes?

When Billy is training Sparky to sit, he puts the treat by his ear up to his temple - a future reference that Billy will one day share the same powers as his mum?

During the scene in which Wanda leaves the Hex briefly, she turns the guns onto Hayward but none are trained on Monica - she may still trust Monica slightly, whereas with Hayward, she slightly more pissed off because of what he was doing to Vision’s remains. And turning a bunch of guns on the people you don’t trust? Like father, like daughter as Magneto pulls a similar move in one of the X-Men films - Hopefully, the big cameo they keep teasing will be Ian McKellan as Magneto or the Magnus of this House of M adaptation

During when Agnes “found” Sparky, she says he died from eating too many leaves from her plants - in the Tom King Vision run, one of Vision’s kids ends up killing Sparky and sees inside his stomach that there’s a plant that Agatha Harkness grows in her garden

All the names that appear during the credits that Wanda tries to run to end the show and to stop Vision from talking are names of people who work on the actual Wandavision show itself

When Evan Peter’s version of Quicksilver shows up, he says “Does a long lost bro get to squeeze his sister to death or what?” I DO NOT TRUST THIS PIETRO - Similar to Wandavision, the Fox X-Men movies moved up decade by decade - First Class was in the 1960s, Days of Future Past was in the 1970s, Apocalypse was in the 1980s and Dark Phoenix was in the 1990’s - which would make even more sense as MCU! Pietro wasn’t born until 1989, whereas Peter was active during the 1980s. I reckon that this Pietro is Jimmy’s missing witness, Agnes’s husband Ralph and is disguising itself as a comforting presence to Wanda as Vision no longer brings comfort and is trying to bring Wanda back to reality - and when he shows up, the mirror in the background behind Wanda is slightly distorted but his hand looks red and in the shot as well, there seems to be a grey arm reaching towards Pietro - in the shot itself behind and in front of Wanda, there’s nothing there but in the mirror, there is! Either way, I do not trust this Pietro and it’s just an entity trying to give Wanda the last thing that could make her happy - but it won’t last, as everything is already breaking down around her.

I seriously seriously love this show so much 💙

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - A Corpse, Cake, and a Cuppa (Rated NC17)

Summary: Aziraphale is Death and Crowley is the serial killer who keeps murdering to catch a glimpse of the ethereal being he fell in love with. (1714 words)

Notes: Written for the above Halloween prompt from @new-endings/M.A.D.#8943. Human Crowley au. It’s kind of gory, I’m not going to lie.

Read on AO3.

“Jesus Christmas!" Aziraphale yelps, tiptoeing through the thick pool of red coagulating on the concrete. Threads of it cling to the soles of his shoes when he lifts his feet as if trying to drag him down. Aziraphale has seen a great deal of blood in his time. None of it has been pretty. But this is especially gruesome.

He wonders if that’s for his benefit.

"Look at... look at this! Look at all the… !” Aziraphale takes a pause and breathes in deep, pressing the thumb and forefinger of his right hand to his forehead. Tension causes a vein to distend and throb - quite the feat since, as a non-human entity, he shouldn't be able to experience this kind of pain. Or so he thought. In the thousands of years he's roamed earth reaping souls, he's finally found the one mortal who can give him what humans call a migraine. And he doesn't like it. Not one bit. “Could you please just… stop already?"

Crowley grins, thrilled giddy by the arrival of his intended audience. “No,” he replies, shoving the slicked head of his filthy ax deeper into the severed spine of the fresh corpse at his feet.

Aziraphale grimaces as the blade lands with a resounding slap. 

That ax of Crowley's gets on every one of Aziraphale's nerves. It's effective for its purpose but positively unsanitary. It makes his skin crawl every time he sees it.

Crowley lifts it slowly, eyes Aziraphale menacingly.

Eyes his nice, clean coat, Aziraphale realizes.

“Crowley!” he warns, putting both hands up in defense. “Don't you dare... !”

But Crowley doesn't let him finish, hoisting his ax higher with part of the dead man's torso attached. He doesn't need to do anything after that. The torso falls from the blade and splashes down in the pool, accomplishing what Crowley set out to do.

“Holy... GAH!” Aziraphale leaps back to avoid the spray. He frowns at his clothes when he sees he wasn't quick enough. "Look what you've done! You’ve made a mess of my coat!”

“Improved it, I’d say,” Crowley snarks. “Given it a pop of color.”

“I've had this coat for ages and hadn't collected a single stain! Not one! And look at your shoes! Ruined!" He gazes down at Crowley's feet in despair. "I actually liked that pair.”

“Really?" Crowley tilts his head, batting his eyes innocently. "You didn't tell me that.”

“Yes, well... " Aziraphale busies himself fishing a handkerchief out of his pocket. Praying he’s swift enough to save the fabric, he pats at the specks on his sleeve "... it’s not my place to tell a homicidal maniac that he looks fetching in snakeskin, is it?”

Crowley pouts, his lower lip jutting out, making him look comically childish despite the streaks of blood running down his cheeks. 

Aziraphale’s brows pull together. He glances around, trying to work out what's wrong. "What? What is it?"

"You're being mean."

"How am I being mean?"

"You're calling me names."

"Accurate ones, yes."

"You sound disappointed."

"You think so!?"

“B-but... but why? I took your advice!" Crowley argues. "I changed me m.o.!”

“I didn’t give you advice! I said you should stop killing innocent people!”

“I did! This guy?" Crowley plants the heel of his sopping shoe into the dead man's crooked neck for emphasis. "He weren’t innocent! He was a serial killer, too! He just happened to be shite at it!”

"I can see that." Aziraphale peers into the vacant eyes of the man on the ground, spirit buzzing beneath his skin, waiting to be reaped. But Aziraphale is in no rush. In the choice between filling out paperwork and shooting the shite with Crowley, surprisingly, he chooses Crowley. 

Or maybe not so surprising, Aziraphale muses, biting his lower lip and indulging in a private chuckle. He rolls his eyes in disgust at himself right after. What are you doing? Stop that!

"Besides, I'm doin' you a solid!" 

Aziraphale scoffs, snapping back to his senses. "How do you figure?"

"You're Death, ain't ya? I'm keeping you in business!"

"I don't know if you've read the papers lately, dear boy, but humans are dropping like flies thanks to their own stubbornness and stupidity. You're slap in the middle of one of the worst pandemics in history, but instead of doing what you can to stay safe, you lot spend your time arguing over petty b.s.! I won't wear a mask! It's against my rights! I'm not taking the vaccine! It'll make me sterile! There is no disease! It's all a big conspiracy! Meanwhile, in the states, some orange lunatic has everyone drinking bleach! Believe me, I hardly need your help doing my job!" 

“Oi! Don’t lump me in with those prats!”

“Why not? You’re not wearing a mask, I see.”

“Don’t have to. I got my shot. And I keep me distance.”

“But you’re covered in blood! Did that man you dismembered have the virus!? You don’t know!” Aziraphale cringes at words that sound far more like concern than scolding. Which he should be doing. Scolding and ridiculing, and possibly calling the police.

But he won’t.

If Crowley were thrown in prison, it would be harder for Aziraphale to find an excuse to see him. Aziraphale has yet to decide if that’s something he wants, but either way, he’d prefer it not be at the expense of another life.

"Fine. Whatever. If that's the way you feel about it... " Crowley grumbles, letting what remains of that statement die as embarrassment rises to his cheeks, settling beneath the red already there. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns his face away. 

Just like a child, Aziraphale thinks. 

And as with a child, Aziraphale should have nipped this in the bud much, much earlier - like when Crowley realized that he could summon Aziraphale whenever he wanted by upping the frequency of his murderous antics. 

This, to date, is his twenty-seventh kill.

Aziraphale doesn't know how Crowley spotted him. He's pretty adept at avoiding human detection. But after victim number eight, Aziraphale turned around, scythe in hand, and there he stood: tall, gangly, bizarrely besotted, dressed in black and wearing sunglasses at one in the morning. Aziraphale thought Crowley was a run-of-the-mill psychopath looking for attention, seeing Aziraphale as a hapless dolt to play cat-and-mouse with, not knowing for one second who he was dealing with.

Not only did Crowley know exactly who Aziraphale was, but he had taken a considerable shine to him.

Aziraphale humored the man when their paths crossed so he could get on with his work, never for one minute considering the consequences. Thinking back on their past interactions, Aziraphale can pick out the hints Crowley had been dropping.

Aziraphale played right into them, and he could kick himself over it.

"We have to stop meeting like this," Aziraphale quipped dryly after Crowley had beheaded some poor, down-on-his-luck fool. "I'm going to start thinking that you have a thing for me."

"Finally!" Crowley tossed his arms in the air. "At this rate, I was going to have to murder half of London and spell out the words ’Will you go out with me?’ with their bodies. Do you know how time-consuming that would have been?"

Aziraphale had written that comment off as a morbid attempt at humor. 

Now he feels like an imbecile.

He’s going to get an earful from Gabriel if he ever gets wind of this. Aziraphale has been able to cover up the increase in London deaths by blaming the pandemic. But once people get their acts together and things calm down, he’ll have to come clean.

There’s a serial killer roaming the streets that has a serious crush on him.

Aziraphale lets out a heavy sigh as he comes to a decision.

A bad decision.

He's going to regret this. He knows he's going to regret this. 

But will he really though?

Aziraphale looks Crowley over, still moping with his nose in the air. He examines him at depth - his sharp features, his debonair style (hiding beneath a litre of blood), his devil-may-care attitude, his rowdy sense of humor. If he were another angel, or even a demon, Aziraphale would have asked him out already, body count or no. 

So what is he waiting for?

It’s not entirely unheard of, an angel dating outside their dominion. And as for the moral issues of dating a murderer, well, Aziraphale is an angel. He has a responsibility to bring sinners to the light, help them see the truth. That can be done anywhere, not just in church - on a street corner, in a diner…

Back at his flat.

Besides, he and Crowley have a lot more in common than Aziraphale did with his last paramour, an angel he had dallied with solely for the fact that he was guardian of comestibles.

It seemed like a match made in Heaven, so to speak.

Far from it.

“Look - if I let you take me out for coffee, will you stop the gratuitous bloodshed?”

Crowley all but gasps when that question leaves Aziraphale’s mouth, the grin growing on his face transforming, becoming less maniacal and more… normal if that makes any sense. "One cup of coffee. That's all I ask."

"Then come along. Here… “ Aziraphale snaps his fingers, cleaning Crowley thoroughly before he takes his arm. “If you're good, I'll let you buy me a slice of cake.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I’m glad you think so. I’m a very slow eater. And I figure the longer I stay with you, the more I can keep an eye on you."

“Deal. But, you know," Crowley starts, his tone so filled with teasing he’s on the verge of giggles, "if you, say, spent the night at my flat, you could keep an eye on me for hours. Think of all the people I wouldn’t be able to kill.”

Aziraphale smirks, amused that they both had a semblance of the same idea. “You don’t say?”

“I do.”

“That’s blackmail.”

“More so than you bartering human lives against a cuppa and cake?”

Aziraphale shrugs, but he doesn't relinquish Crowley's arm. He does, however, relieve him of his ax so he doesn’t get any ideas along the way. “Fair point.”

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

Vampire au?

But Tommy is the vampire.

Dream is a history nerd who wants to visit a old castle. He doesn't believe in vampires. Those are just silly old myths.

Tommy, the current owner of the castle, is very nice to Dream. Dream didn't expect the current owner to be so young , but Tommy says he's the owner not because he's the only one of the blood line left , but because he's the only one who actually stays here.

Dream doesn't know that the rest of his family is just asleep right now. As they have been for the last five hundred years.

Tommy owns the castle because he's the only one awake right now.

Lets mix it up a little. Eret and Foolish are his parents.

Reverse obsession again.

Dream accidentally cuts himself, Tommy smells the blood. Tommy gets a tiny little bit of blood. Just enough for him to get a taste for it. It tastes better than any blood he's ever had. Dream's not leaving that castle if Tommy has any say the in it.

VAMPIRE AU? I love you.

Dream honestly didn’t expect being able to find a castle to stay at so easily. He expected to have to sift through ritzy hotels and museums to find one, if he could at all. But apparently, only a few miles from his house, was one maintained and owned by some rich eccentric, Mr Gathers. He’d done some messaging and the owner seemed entirely willing to let him stay for a pittance. Dream supposed what they said about rich people being lonely was true.

When he arrived at the castle, it was dusk. Dream was honestly surprised to see the only person there to be a boy. He was tall, but in a gangly way, and had deep bags under his eyes. He was young, maybe sixteen, and while he looked sickly he was also almost eerily perfect in appearance, a doll-like delicate face framed by cherubic curls. Dream was pretty sure he was an albino, his skin almost pure white, his hair a pale, pale blond, and his eyes almost red when the light caught them.

“Hey, do you know where Mr Gathers is?” Dream asked politely.

The boy huffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah, right here, you dickhead.”

Dream laughed, in disbelief and the boy furrowed a brow. “I’m being serious, prick.”

“You don’t own a castle by yourself at fourteen, kid, no matter how rich.”

“I’m sixteen!” He insisted indignantly. “And no one else even wants to stay here. Haunted, innit?”

“Ghosts aren’t real.”

“Tell yourself that, if it makes you feel better.” The foul mouthed teen held out an immaculately manicured hand. “Anyway, you going to introduce yourself? I’m Tommy.”

“Dream,” Dream said, bemused.

Tommy toured him through the castle and it struck Dream how immaculate the whole thing was. It felt like he’d walked into an actual Renaissance-era castle, in some ways, apart from obvious modern conveniences scattered around haphazard. Dream supposed he couldn’t blame the teenager for wanting TVs and computers and proper lighting and plumbing.

What was odd was that Tommy had a lot of the guest bedrooms reserved, which he said in the vaguest way possible and refused to elaborate. Also strange was when they finished the tour. Tommy had turned to him and said, “And that’s that! Apart from the dungeons, but if you visit them that’s your own damn fault.”

“What, is that where the ghosts are?” Dream said teasingly.

Tommy shrugged. “Something like that.” For some reason, that struck Dream as odd, but he assumed it was just a joke, and headed up to his room for the night.

Life in the castle was strange. Tommy slept during the day and woke at night, which he supposed makes sense if he was albino like Dream suspected. Tommy didn’t bring anything up, but Dream went through the effort to start doing the same. The castle was eerie when he was all alone. That was another weird thing too. Dream was pretty sure he and Tommy were the only people living in the castle, but everything was always immaculate, his clothes always folded, food always provided (enough for him, Tommy seemed to eat at other times.)

Still, things were pretty cool. When Dream wasn’t walking the castle in awe, taking as many pictures as he could to send to the group chat (he’s not exactly sure Sapnap or Skeppy or Jack or Ant would appreciate it, but hopefully Niki and George and Bad and Sam) might like it.), he’d spend time with Tommy. Tommy was strange, but he was nice, though he hid it through his abrasive outer shell.

Things got strange, though, when Dream cut his finger. It was something stupid, a paper cut while reading with Tommy (he had an impressive library, Dream was pretty sure there was several massive historical finds in there, but Tommy mostly read shitty cheap new novels to laugh at them).

Dream grabbed his hand. “Can I kiss it better?”

Dream raised his eyebrows. “What? No, that’s weird. You’re, like, a baby-“

Tommy had already gone ahead, and if that was weird what happened next was weirder. Tommy grinned widely (did he always have fangs). “Mind if I have some more?”

“Tommy, stop. This weird vampire act isn’t funny.”

“Act?” Tommy laughed.

“What, are you delusional enough to think you’re actually a vampire?”

“You’re the delusional one, if you haven’t noticed,” Tommy laughed. “Look, let me show you something.” Tommy dragged Dream down into the dungeons, surprisingly strong for how frail he looked. Dream was surprised to not see the filthy, abandoned cells he expected. Instead, lying on individual altars were five people, some as young or younger than Tommy up to two who looked old enough to be his parents. Above them was an ornate portrait, showing what appeared to be the oldest of the two along with a younger Tommy, but with blue eyes, not the familiar red.

Holy shit. Holy shit, he wasn’t kidding. This was- this was honestly the fucking scrarist He turned to run, only for Tommy to grab onto his wrist, furrowing his brows. “Where are you going?” he said, genuine confusion in his voice.

“What do you think? You’re a- a monster!”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Look, just admit you’re still baby raging over me beating you at Mario Kart last night.”

“What- no! I’m horrified because you- you shouldn’t be real! You’re a myth!” Dream was half hysterical.

“And I haven’t even introduced you yet,” Tommy mumbled in frustration, before speaking up. “Whatever weird human reason you have, you’re not leaving. Your blood tastes far too nice.”

“Let me go!” Dream shouted, desperately trying to pull free.

“Look, I’ll let you win at Mario Kart next time,” Tommy said with a shrug.

“This isn’t about Mario Kart!”

“Isn’t everything about Mario Kart? Oh, and women. The only things in the universe superior to Mario Kart. Actually-“

“Can you just shut up and explain what’s going on?!” Dream said half in terror and half in frustration. Tommy beamed.

“This is my family! There’s Eret,” he gestures to a fluffy haired brunet in an elaborate dress, “Foolish,” a copper haired, freakishly tall man, “they’re my parents. Well, my sires, but my actual parents were shite so I consider them my parents. They took me in when I was little! There’s also Tubbo,” a small boy around Tommy's age with messy mousy brown hair and severe burn scars, “Fundy,” a boy who couldn’t be any older than fourteen with long ginger hair, “and Wilbur!” a curly haired boy with a massive scar through his stomach. “They’re practically my brothers.”

“They’re sleeping. Have been for a while, we got hit by some pretty bad hunters, they need to heal. Probably won’t fully, honestly, which is shit. But they’ll wake up soon, and we can all be a real family! Oh, I’ll need some more blood bags- hey, give me your phone-“

“No!” Dream protested, but Tommy snatched it from his pocket, opening it up (did he steal his passcode) and looking at his contacts.

“Hmm… yeah, you’ve got enough people on here for me to track down. Niki… you’ve mentioned her a few times, I think she’d get along with Fundy… Jack Manifold… no one to notice him missing? Sam… ooh, he works in IT, I always wanted to know how the fuck computers work. Yeah, these'll do. Shouldn’t take too long to get them all, then everyone can wake up, and we'll be able to have some real fun then!”

If anyone else wants to send in some more AU ideas it’d be lovely and I will make them heavily involve c!primeboys no matter what and again that’s a challenge.

[god-of-entropy]

sorry this is my first time doing a req, but since you like iida tenya, i was wondering if you had any knight iida tenya headcanons?

So I was re-enacting a bakuiida hurt/comfort scenario I made up for exactly 2 hours since I started during 10:00 pm and it is 12:00 AM

gist of it: bakugou’s inferiority complex acts up and so he doesn’t take care of himself bc he’s too busy training and iida tells him how much he (Katsuki) means to him, (Tenya) and that there aren’t enough numbers that exist that could tell him (Katsuki) how much he (Katsuki) meant to Tenya

and then I remembered my tumblr account and one of the asks I got was “do some knight Iida Tenya headcanons this is my first time doing a req” and I was like oh wow I am v blessed that I am the person who took anon’s req virginity so here we are

CW: few times of cursing, mention of me talking about a car kink

Knight Iida Tenya Headcanons

Part of the King’s guard no I do not. Take criticism

If he isn’t he’s most likely in a very high position of knight rankings in the fantasy AU

His chivalrous spirit could rival canon Kirishima’s

But since Kiri’s a dragon hybrid here,,well

Did I mention

He’s TALL

Like. Bumping his head on every single fucking doorway kind of tall

He is a staggering 6”6

HES TALLER THAN MY BEDROOM WALLS JSJSJ

anyways so like bc he’s so tall he learned the very hard way (literally) that you should not wear a metal cone hat while sliding down ladders

Was this inspired by that one (1) video on YouTube where this guy’s character slid down a really long ladder wearing a golden metal cone hat

I will not agree nor will I deny this accusation

So bc he’s so tall he grudgingly cannot wear a fancy Iida helmet from the prestigious and noble Iida family line

ofc his brother was a knight before him, it’s so obvious

(Speaking about Tensei, his brother wore it anyways even though his brother is taller than him because he was always on horseback anyways, but having to patrol the streets of the kingdom on a daily basis trailing after the King or Prince or whatever he can’t let a helmet hinder him from going after people

Anyways so like because he is So Tall people often make jokes about his height and how rectangular his body was

So poor bby got insecure about his height and prefers not to talk about it, stays silent when someone thinks he can’t hear them whispering and making jokes about his bulky stature

speaking about bulky things his canon costume is lightweight in design because if speed and leg strength makes up 100% of your quirk you can’t have stupid accessories and additional weight.

But of course since what he’s going for (the Ingenium title) is pretty much set in stone, there’s a heavy emphasis in visuals (in canon) so like 90% of his fucking costume is for Decor

And I hate him for that

Because TENYA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE 100% INGENIUM YOU CAN BE YOUR OWN INGENIUM

Even if you were put the pressure on yourself to become like your brother, don’t feel burdened to make sure your hero career is 100% like his

OK I kind of swerved away from topic but since we’re talking about hero costumes and knight armor

Since this is fantasy and most fantasy-ish things are set in a European medieval style because of fucking Hollywood and not in a more traditional Japanese style since apparently fire spitting dragons are cooler than Kitsunes with ten tails, power over nature elements and are literally considered deities—

Knight armor is made of metal, right?

So in that case..his armor would really weigh him down.

But because this is FANTASY and science and physics can go fuck themselves here,

It’s possible that there’s a chance magic could make his armor more lightweight, like Uraraka’s quirk

but like there’s a chance that his armor is ALREADY lightweight because again, canon Tenya really went after the design of his brother’s costume

And his brother’s costume was inspired by his parent’s and grandfather’s own costumes, which kinda looked the same since it had the white modern accents and holes in the helmets kinda aesthetic

SO ASSUMING THAT THE IIDA FAMILY LINE IS V NOBLE AND FAMED FOR BEING IMMERESED IN THE KNIGHTHOOD SHITE FOR A V LONG TIME

And his brother did copy whatever his parents and ancestors’s armor was or whatever

And they’re noble, right—so they’re rich. Because magic exists, plenty of wizards mages and other magic people for hire also exist

Enchanted lightweight metal armor

there’s a reason why you shouldn’t trust knights in shining armor and that’s because if their chest plate is too pristine, that means they’ve never went to battle

Here’s a rule for all you y/ns: don’t trust a knight in shining armor if it’s not enchanted

what I’m saying is if you wanna date Iida, the knight in shining AND enchanted armor, go for it bestie TT

Also His Boots

Assuming he doesn’t have his sexy engines on his calves in this AU

(Or perhaps the sleek, modern looking engines are replaced with steampunk ones O.O)

OK SO WE’RE GOING WITH THE STEAMPUNK MUFFLERS

Because holy shit that’s such a cool fucking concept??

Oh you bet your y/n messy buns that steampunk iida hcs are next

so since fantasy usually goes with at least one (1) “primitive” tribe with their own kind of technology centered around weapons and battle

And that one (1) “”tribe”” that’s an entire fucking kingdom/city like the Carja in the game Horizon Zero Dawn

Speaking of Horizon Zero Dawn, the “primitive” tribe with their own kind of technology centered around battle and more battle are the Banuk

They’re hardcore fam

They give me Bakugou Katsuki vibes because those people would literally rather die than say a challenge is too big to overcome

again going back to the topic: Steampunk

In “”fantasy”” medieval AUS there’s always that one steampunk inventor that’s a Mei Hatsume ripoff (Tangled The Series I’m looking at you)

And of course the Support Students need their time to shine too, so like — Steampunk City let’s gooo

(The closest Horizon Zero Dawn’s “tribe” got to steampunk is whatever the hell the Oseram are doing.)

So now Tenya has sexy, sexy steampunk mufflers that are very well taken care of

<SKIP THIS PART, I TALK ABOUT RANDOM EVENTS AND BAD CHOICES I MADE IN MY LIFE>

god I’m so sorry but me talking about mufflers like they’re a full course meal is reminding me of the time where I joked to my friends that I had a car kink

and not that I had a kink to have sex inside the car, but to be fucked BY the car itself

like your ass being just wrecked by a fucking shalon poofa

if you get that joke get off this site

one of my messages was very specific

It read:

“I eagerly lick car-senpai’s oil of his exhaust pipe”

And Yeah

unsanitary and a health hazard

While discussing about simpable men one of my friends were like

my man has a CAR your man, Tenya Iida, doesn’t

And I just stared at her

Because bitch MY MAN IS THE CAR

anyways if you actually read this may god have mercy on you

<DON’T SKIP THIS PART BECAUSE I CONTINUE>

Because I make the rules

Wouldn’t they be a hindrance to him bc of his metal boots?

So Let Me Tell You A Story

you know the Ingenifoot (the boots in canon Iida’s costume)

It’s special since it has holes punched into it for the mufflers to retract out of

Who says Ingenifoot can’t be steampunk as well?

I DON’T

But it can’t be steampunk bc this is a Knight Iida hcs and not Inventor Steampunk Iida Hcs

:<

So it’s plain boring white carved steel or smth with a small section where a part of the boot flexes for the mufflers to stick out

Speaking of carved steel, Knight Iida’s armor def has intricate details and shite on it

Maybe even his family crest

OK so it is 12:45 AM rn I am gonna sleep

Goodnight

[mollymarymarie]

20 questions Writer’s Edition

Thanks @blitheringmcgonagall for tagging me in this! 

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

34

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

696,047

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Harry Potter (Marauders Era) Marvel (Stucky, Bucky/OC, Pietro/OC) And then one about Sam Kiszka from Greta Van Fleet (that I wrote as a commission, sort of) and one I wrote about Lee Pace (cause I saw it in a dream lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Lad That Loved You - sort of canon Hogwarts-era fic with a twist on The Prank (Remus and Sirius pretend to fight to cover up their relationship)

When It Counted - Remus gets spiked with Veritaserum and makes Sirius (and everyone else) believe it was Amortentia to cover up the truth

Vow Under the Covers - Remus is getting married. And not to Sirius. And Sirius has to decide if he can live with that.

Save Me, Save Me, Save Me - Remus thinks Sirius is in love with his neighbor and offers to help cook her dinner (Sirius and Marlene have to pretend to be attracted to each other, despite being VERY GAY, to cover up Sirius’ feelings)

Heavy In Your Arms - Sirius is the Slytherin prefect and has to nurse Remus Lupin back to health after a vicious full moon 

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

ABSOLUTELY - comments make my whole day, my whole week, I want people who take the time to comment to know that I LOVE THEM DEARLY

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It’s a one-shot, but the angstiest ending is definitely in Where The Willow Don’t Bend (the story is about Remus becoming one of the ghosts at Hogwarts, so it’s OBVIOUS that it is not going to exactly end ... happily)

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Generally, I tend to write all my fics with happy endings? Real life has enough terrible endings on its own AND I’M HERE TO ESCAPE FROM THAT OKAY 

But honestly, I think the ending in Heavy In Your Arms is QUITE happy :)

8. Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve never written a crossover! I don’t write for enough fandoms to have done that, I guess. Mostly just HP and Marvel and there isn’t a lot of room for crossover there, lol (besides, I haven’t written for Marvel in ages)

9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Somewhat. In Show Me Everything I Missed, I had someone tell me they were disappointed with how I made Remus be the emotional weight-bearer of the fic. But it was DIRECTLY after Sirius had gone through a VERY traumatic event, so of course Remus would be trying to help him through it. I get where they were coming from, and I guess I should be honored that my characters made them upset? isn’t that kind of the point of angst?? 

10. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do. For me, I went to private school (read: religious), so it was heavily instilled in me that sex is bad and disgusting and dirty, but then you get married and suddenly it’s beautiful and holy and important? So it took me a long time to be comfortable with sex in general, even more so with the idea of writing it down, but the idea of “smut” is kind of nonsensical to me. We go through all these things as human beings and those are all okay to write and to read and to experience, but a BASIC HUMAN NEED for most people is something to be hidden?? I’m going on a rant, but basically, I’m tired of the stigma, I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not ... directly?? I have had people tell me, after the fact, that they posted my fic on a site outside of AO3 but it was still listed as being written by me, but I didn’t have an account with that site. I was still sort of weirded out by that one. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! I had someone ask my permission to translate to ... Italian? I think? I can’t quite remember, but that was kind of cool, I guess. Again, it’s sort of iffy with those things because I think this was on a third-party site, too, so I was kind of indirectly attached to it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I never have! I have a problem with deadlines and working as a group looool I think i have control issues?? hahahahah 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Wolfstar, hands down. I’ve been writing Wolfstar for, gosh, almost ten years. Which, comparatively is not that long, but it’s longer than any other ship for me

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a couple WIPs for characters that are NOT Wolfstar that I’d like to finish (mostly the one about Cassidy from Preacher, because I have a MASSIVE Joe Gilgun crush) but I haven’t written on it in YEARS so it’s probably not happening

16. What are your writing strengths?

oh gosh. okay, so i’m not good at answering these. I think I write smut relatively well? I do pretty good angst I think?? My characterization is usually something people enjoy? (honestly, i just write them as MY own versions of the character, but people seem to agree with me for the most part??)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I FOUND THIS OUT RECENTLY - i am not always good at following through with a plan for a fic and also i am not good at writing down what i see in my head. for example, if a character has black hair and glasses in my head (but maybe not necessarily in canon), i often have to go back and add these details because halfway through, i’ll be like DID I EVEN TELL THEM WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE AT ALL??? 

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

oh i’m SHITE at it. I wish I could speak another language well enough that I could incorporate it into my fics, but I doubt that will ever happen for me! (I had quite a bit of French dialogue in We Can Pretend and it went okay, but I did have someone tell me I had a grammatical error because I just used Google Translate lol)

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

this is going to be a HILARIOUS answer, but ... the Good Charlotte fandom. I never posted it, just my friends read it (I had quite a few fics about boys in bands back then, I was sixteen) but yeah it was a total soap opera. Like. outrageous.

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

They all have uniquely special places in my heart, but I have two favorites:

We Can Pretend - Remus and his father are the butlers for the Black family, and Remus has to figure out how to take care of Sirius while hiding his feelings

Heavy in Your Arms (the Slytherin!Sirius one, and also Ravenclaw!Remus!)