#meathead fanfic

[companion-of-the-dragonmark]

Title: The Quest For the Bird-That-Does-Not-Exist || Chapter 1

FFN | AO3

Summary: 

This is an unknown story in the reign and Saga of King Hiccup the Third, 13th King of the Renewed Wilderwest. One of Hiccup's Companions, Thuggory the Steadfast, Heir to the Meathead Tribe, upon hearing of Camicazi's boast of having gone to the Land-That-Does-Not-Exist, begs Hiccup to take him to that land and search for the rumoured Bird-That-Does-Not-Exist: the Gobblefeather, an elusive yet supposedly easy-to-hunt bird that only exists in the Land-That-Does-Not-Exist.

Will Hiccup and Thuggory be able to find this legendary bird, or will they be gobbled up by unseen horrors yet to be discovered?

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Chapter(s): 1 / ?

Words: 1,635

Status: In-Progress

Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Thuggory, Camicazi, Fishlegs No-Name, Toothless, Windwalker, Wodensfang, Gobblefeather (OC), The Doomfang, Old Wrinkly, Druid Guardian.

Relationship(s): Hiccup & Thuggory, Hiccup & Thuggory & Gobblefeather (OC), Hiccup & Thuggory & Camicazi & Fishlegs No-Name, Hiccup & Old Wrinkly & Druid Guardian, Hiccup & Toothless, Hiccup & Toothless & Windwalker & Wodensfang

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Thank you for your support and for your patience. My apologies for being absent for so long, but here's one of the promised Thuggory fics I had planned on doing this year. I plan on posting some more fics throughout this month. Be ready!

Long Live the Wilderwest!

— Companion of the Dragonmark

[wraenata]

hi hi hi you're super cool thank you for being super nice you're amazing hope you have a good timezone <3 take care of yourself pls!! am giving you cookies(or tmnt merch whiever you prefer or both <3)

Hi anon this is so sweet! Thank you! This really made my day! 😊

I could definitely use more tmnt merch in my life <3

I'll take this opportunity to say I'm at a wedding that I'm standing up in tomorrow. I won't be home until Saturday afternoon. I'm not sure I'll be able to get all the tumblring done that I normally want to. I'm already behind this week. So I'm sorry :( Tags and reblogs won't be so invested and I'm probably going to miss a lot of stuff, which makes me sad.

This wedding has been giving me a lot of anxiety so I'll be really happy when it's over tomorrow night. I'm staying at my besties house for two nights (she's in the wedding too) so it's nice to spend time with her at least. She is so over this wedding too it's hilarious.

Anyway thank you anon! I really appreciate it!

[detdeldragons]

Alvin's Advice

“Well, I’ve found that talking out our problems instead of punching out our problems generally leads to better outcomes for all those involved. Much less expensive too. I’ve lost meself a lot of good ships, and even some good men, all because I couldn’t talk about my feelings.”

“I’m sorry, there must be some sort of mistake. I’m here to see Alvin the Treacherous. You know, the feared Outcast? Slayer of the Strangulator? Exterminator of the Exterminators? Breaker of hearts and lobster claws? The Viking hero who almost destroyed Berk with the mighty Screaming Death? Rival to Stoick the Vast? Winner of the most horrible beard at the Battle of the Amber Prison?” The young lad looked around, as if expecting the real Alvin the Treacherous to pop out from behind a nearby chair or door.

Alvin leaned forward. “Speaking.”

[lacy-oh-lacy]

heyy! i was wondering if you could make a Jennifer fanfic where she roughly fucks fem!reader in the janitor’s closet at school or something similar, thank youu!

𝙈𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙚 ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Pairing: Jennifer Check x Fem!Reader

Summary: A jealous Jennifer drags you off for a quickie in the janitor's closet.

CW: Jealousy, fingering, hidden-public sex, hickeys, biting, anger/make up sex, Jennifer's a little toxic, set in college

Divider: source | Masterlist

Jennifer’s heels clicked in the hallway, strong and precise unlike your own stumbling steps.

People did say she kept you on a tight leash but her grip on your belt pulling you after her was a bit too literal for your liking.

“Jen, I swear we were just talking.”

She scoffed, a scathing sound.

“Just talking? I have eyes, okay. That slut was all over you.”

You rolled your eyes, sighing.

The slut in question was named Kyle. 

A meathead on a football scholarship, and NOT your type, even if you were crazy enough to stray from Jennifer.

But that didn't matter to her now. The sight of his arm sneaking around your waist unlocked something demonic in your girlfriend.

Something that you were paying for now, and you suspected Kyle would pay for later.

You were dragged into the darkness of the janitor's closet, door closing behind you with a thud.

“Jennifer-”

Lips against yours shut you up, as forceful and scorching as her mood was.

Your mood on the other hand? Wiped blank.

The frustration bubbling up inside of you melted under the heat of her, her lips, her chest, her hips, radiating it, molding you against her.

Your back hit the wall, not slowing down the violent kisses for a second. Not until her lips began a wet trail towards your neck.

A pathetic little whimper crawled from your throat as she kissed it, head falling back to give her all the access she could want  which she took full advantage of, sucking so hard you gasped. 

“Shhh, you don't want to get caught do you?” 

She said that, but her palm began sliding down your stomach at the same time, making your breathing twice as loud.

You shook your head and as if to challenge you she went for your belt, nearly tearing through the damn thing.

Well, challenge accepted.

Gladly, almost mindlessly, you slipped your pants and underwear down your legs, rewarded with her hand on your newly exposed skin. 

“Oh, fuck.”

“What part of “shhh” don't you understand?”

Bitchy tone aside, she was right. So when her fingertips grazed your already soaking wet cunt you bit down hard on your lip, muffling your ecstasy.

“Oh, this better be for me.”

Her words barely registered, cloudy in your horned-up mind, but the danger dripping from them sent a pulse of pleasure down your spine.

“Of course, always.” 

You didn't even care what you were saying, you were just trying not to hump her hand or let moans devour your sentence.

God, you wanted the finger sliding up and down your slit inside of you so badly…

Instead, she circled around your entrance, picking up wetness that she brought to your clit to massage the little bud. White-hot, tingling relief pumped through your system, choking you on your own moans.

Her lips got back to work on your neck, open-mouthed kisses turning to rough hickeys that rivaled the tension building in your clit.

Blissed out, you swore you could cum in under a minute just from that. Then two fingers pushed deep inside of you and your already trembling legs nearly buckled.

Any pretense of foreplay went out the window quickly, Jennifer was finger fucking you hard and fast. Thrusting up and down, again and again with a force that rocked your whole body. Her fingers on your clit only rougher by the second.

Wet squelching sounds got louder and louder in the tight, little closet, and so did you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your hips stuttered freely, rolling against her like the little slut you knew she’d call you right now if her mouth wasn't preoccupied.

It might've been that thought more than anything that pushed you over the edge.  The tension inside of you stretched to a breaking point and your whole body stiffened.

“I'm gonna c-” You cut yourself off with a broken, high-pitched moan.

Your orgasm hit while Jennifer bit down so hard on your shoulder you almost thought she broke skin.

Pulse after pulse of fiery bliss shook your body, her hands not slowing down until it physically stung enough for you to pull away from her with a sharp intake of breath.

Though you weren’t too overstimulated to feel one last ripple of pleasure as you  made out the sight of Jennifer sucking her fingers clean in the dim light.

Your back hit the wall again, only this time of your own volition as you took in deep, shaky breaths.

Something that you probably could've done for hours if Jennifer reaching for the door didn't cue you to pull your clothes back on. Still leaking and pulsing, painfully sensitive against the fabric.

“That was not where I thought that was going.” You said, breathless. 

With the light flooding the room, you could see clear-as-day Jennifer’s smirk. Bright and self-satisfied.

You could also see with great relief that the hallway was empty.

“Well, it's a good thing you're not dating me for my "predictability" then.”

She held out her hand for you to take, looking cute and sweet and not at all like she just finger-fucked you into oblivion.

You had to laugh, the sound fond and breathy.

“No, that's not one of the many, many reasons I'm dating you.”

She arched one perfect eyebrow at your not-so-subtle attempt to pick up a dropped subject. You took that as invitation-enough to continue.

“You know that I don't want anyone but you, right?”

Her features softened, only that slight gleam of devishness that she always had shining through.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯: 𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘤𝘴

“I know, baby.” She looked down at your marked up neck and smiled. “Sometimes the rest of the world just needs a reminder of that.”

[thesharktanksdriver]

A wish for a happy life (romantic)

The Readers gender I’ve tried to leave ambiguous

This is being made when there’s only 4 episodes out (and I haven’t yet seen them all) so there may be inaccuracies to stuff later revealed but who cares!

I got inspiration to write this after seeing @ice-cream-writes-stuff bucchigiri fic that you can find here. Please check it out

There need to be more fanfics for this show pleaseeeeee 🙏🏻

To say you were a handful as a child was an understatement

From the moment you could remember anything your knuckles were always bruised and bloodied

Bruises littering your arms like medals of a successfully won fight

Tousled hair and busted lips

Glowering and prideful eyes daring someone to be next

Fighting was almost as natural as breathing to you back then

Speaking with your fists to get across the message of not being messed with as playground bullies ran off

Violence was all you knew as a way to get attention

Crying and begging for the orphanage attendants or preschool teachers to listen was for naught

They brushed it off

Crying was white noise

But the yelling and sounds of an arm being broken on school property was heard loud and clear

On all accounts you should’ve ended up as a delinquent

For hells sake you even started a gang at some point

On all accounts you were Someone on the “wrong” path in life fated to be some lowlife scum

It was expected of you by just about every grown up

Even looking at yourself in the mirror, busted and broken you knew how you’d likely end up

You didn’t want that but what choice did you have?

You wanted to be loved, to be seen, to have a happy life

But fate didn’t seem to have that cut out for you

…at first

But despite it all

You changed

And it all started with a woman own a small Chinese restaurant and her son

Despite your track record

The scornful look on your lips and gritted teeth as the other children lined up to be picked as you sat off to the side

That kind woman and her son saw you

The kid off to the side

The unwanted

The “trouble child”

And despite the fact they should’ve picked one of the more well behaved kids they chose you

Arajin often talks about the look on your face that day

The pure disbelief

Shock

Confusion

And most of all the tears

The expression of finally being seen for the first time in your life without having to quite literally pummeling it into someone

Your expression remained that when they brought you home

A room already made for you and left for you to eventually decorate how you want

That night laying in your new bed you vowed you’d change

You’d put your life on track

Not only for yourself but for your new family

Arajin (platonic)

Arajin can removed with a whole heart the first time he met you

It was before bringing you into the family

He was training with Matakara at the time as some older kids from some gang showed up

They were probably gonna rough them up

Arajin was ready to fight when suddenly someone beat them to the punch

“Oi! You fucking meatheads I told you to leave civ’s alone!” You stood there, a scowl on your face as the others cowered. Your eyes turned to him and Matakara, sympathy flashing through the hardened eyes of steel and diamond. The unspoken words of “I’m sorry” in them.

After that he saw you around town

Never going up to you but watching in curiosity

Maybe once upon a time he’d see you like any other punk

But that day changed something

There was compassion in your eyes

Even compassion in the way you seemed to fight for others without admitting it

He could see at heart you were a good person

Someone who fought for others because no one fought for them

He didn’t know why you did what you did until he and mom ended up at that orphanage

And in the back he saw you there

To the side with a resented sadness

Knowing you would never be picked

Never be loved

Never have a good life

His eyes connected with yours and he swears he sees them widen in that moment

You were seen

You were chosen

You could have a good life now

That night he remembers your silent sobs of joy in the next room over

The next morning he design comment on your reddened eyes and neither does mom

Both just focus on how you eat with a smile

Still a little jittery as if wondering if this was real

He pats your shoulder to remind you it is

In the months following he can’t help but smile when noticing your room grow with things of your interest

The way you seem to find clothes that properly fit you

The way in which you talk with him while cooking with mom

You grow with him

Hang out with Matakara who welcomes you with open arms

When he becomes interested in base you save up your buy him one for his birthday and when it comes yours he does the same bit with a drum set

In every way possible Arajin sees you change for the better

Perhaps your temper never went away but you know how to handle it now

Use it for good

Use it without lashing out wildly

He sees that you help mom out, call her mom too

You call him Ara, call him your brother

In every way possible you look out for him as best you can

When he looses his old physique and dream you take the place of protector instead

No matter the situation you step up for him even if his idiotic actions lead to his ass being beaten

You love him like he’s actually your brother

And he loves you the same

When moving back to the graffiti covered hometown you both were born in he can’t help but see your nervous

It’s easy to tell for him since he sees past your stoic facade

Your hands fidget

Eyes glancing from place to place

Breath getting heavy

When your shared teacher talks about the class he sees your hands fidget once more

For so long you’ve protected him

And in the moment your both in front of the class he protect you

He introduces you by his nickname for you

Your stoic face breaking a little with gratitude before he immediately sits down beside a cute girl in the back of the class

You aren’t surprised, damn horny teenage boys

The sentiment of what he did thought resonates with you though

Much more than you’d ever admit to your stupid little sleez of brother

That girl he’s looking at with goo goo eyes is trouble (also vaguely familiar)

But you’d be damned if he’d get his asskicked if you weren’t there to save him

…….later on when he ends up in a temple almost completely naked and ends up shooting both himself and you with two old ass guns you almost give him the ass kicking of the century

But fortunately for him you don’t

But unfortunately for the both of you two beings appear instead

“Ara, when we get home I’m kicking you in the ass for shooting me in the stomach”

“Just don’t kill me before I lose my virginity”

“God your a degenerate”

Senya and Astḗr (platonic)

The two Majin appear from a burst of smoke swirling smoke of red’s and purples

Two magical beings demanding to know what both your and your brothers wish was

The Majin your brother was granted is much more intimidating in nature than yours who leisurely relaxes on a cloud

Their much more and lithe androgynous appearance paired with an elegant and sly smile

Whilst Senya pokes at Arajin for being a wimp, Astḗr stares at you with interest in their golden eyes

A curious expression on their face as they examine your glare of both fear and defence

A lavender tinged hand reaches out

Your frozen in fear

And then-

“Kyaaa!! You’re such an adorable human!” The Majin wraps their arms around you, choking you in a massive hug as the other lightly laughs at their behaviour. “Ah! Mind my manners! I’m Aster, now what’s your wish?”

“Huh?…w…what?”

“What’s your wish?”

“My wish?…” you think it over for a moment before a memory plays in your head as you one night watched a shooting star “I wish happy life”

The Majin grins at that, “as you wish”

And then Arajin wishes to lose his virginity which makes you and the two Majin stare at him in both shock and disbelief

Before you them rightfully punch Arajin in the head for both shooting you and wasting a wish for literally anything in the world

Meanwhile both Majin laugh their metaphorical asses off

The Majin are only seen by you and Arajin despite Ara trying to get others to see the two

Despite the fact that you had a mental breakdown when first meeting Senya and Astḗr you become quickly used to their presence

Senya is the more battle hungry of the two, enthusiastically asking you of your past experiences once hearing you had your fair share

Despite his initial impression he seems to be quite a fun guy

He even has an almost puppy like expression at times when you explain new human things as Aster listens with a look of amazement

Speaking of Aster your Majin is seemingly the youngest

Apparently their first time even experiencing the human world

Senya has granted wishes a couple times within the span of few centuries but Aster is doing it for the first time

It leaves Senya looking on like a big brother as Aster engages with you with enthusiasm

You soon realize though that your wish for a happy life was soon much more complicated than you initially wishes

“Aster why am I seeing shojo anime sparkles?!?”

The Majin giggles “well you said you wanted a happy life right! Well I watched some of those shows your mom was watching and some fairytales and well…they seem to be living a really happy life! Plus you used to live here right? Whats more happy and romantic than reuniting with your old friends!”

As much as you like Aster your gonna strangle them

Mahoro (romantic)

The girl your brother is listing after and sits beside seems worryingly familiar to you

Even she seems to notice this as she looks your way as Ara is too love stricken to notice she’s looking behind him

It’s so odd

She rings a bell in your head yet you can’t place a finger on it

Until it’s after school and you end up at a small stationary shop selling cute stuff

Even back in your delinquent days you had a soft spot for cute stuff

It was a secret you hid in the depths of your soul for your reputation

Except to two people in particular

One of which who you gifted a small my melody keychain to match your kuromi one

In that small store you pick out the cutest stuff of your dreams without any hesitation you used to have

By the time you leave your bag is filled to the brim

It’s there you bump into that pretty girl

She looks at you with big pink eyes

And it’s there passing her you notice her my melody phone charm

It’s there you realize it’s “Mai-chan” as you used to affectionately call her

The only person you felt comfortable in talking about your love for cute things

Back in the day she used to have the biggest crush on you

She’d follow you around and cling to you like a stray puppy and glaring at anyone in a 3 feet radius

She even had the gull to argue with her big bro about being to close to you

In retrospect maybe a little obsessive but at the time she was one of the few you felt…soft with plus it was probably just puppy love

Around everyone you had to be ready for a fight

You were the ruthless leader of a gang after all

You couldn’t have to to just simply sit down and enjoy something like Sanrio

Someone but yourself to put bandaids and wrap your bruised knuckles

But with her you let your guard down

She was someone you could simply be you with

And because of that, because you were her shield and someone who would genuinely listen to her

You could simply be you and she could be herself without people just perceiving her for her looks

When you were adopted though you cut contact for everyone’s sake

Because how would she feel if she saw you were a completely different person

In some sense you were ashamed

In another you thought it was best for anyone to know

When you leave the shop she stares at the kuromi merchandise you bought

Distantly you hear her nickname for you but you pretend to ignore it

When Ara asks about his prospects with his “sweet Mahoro-chan~” you can’t help but sigh

She’s doing that old habit of luring guys in for her brother to beat up since you won’t do it anymore

You tried to warn Ara but you assume you’ll have to step in personally when the time comes

“Oni-chan! I think I saw them again! And they’re hanging out with some boy! You know what that means!”

Matakara (romantic)

The moment you stood up for him and Arajin as kids he looked up to you

Despite the fact you were the leader of those kids you clearly had morals

Even watching your fights against other kids he noticed you were honourable

And that’s something that stuck with him

Sure, it didn’t take much for you to bloody your knuckles but you didn’t play dirty

You fought fair

Sure maybe you were rough around the edges but he saw in you like Arajin a kindness

One that was on display that day and even more so when you were taken in

He didn’t know you for very long until you and your family moved but when he did it was something he’d never forget

You were more kind at heart than he imagined

When he an Arajin would train you’d alway cheer them on and have celebratory snacks ready

When he pushed himself to the limit of got hurt you’d patch him up

Washing his scrapes and putting cute little bandaids on them

He was heartbroken when you left and as were you

So it’s a surprise when he suddenly sees Arajin again

And by extension that means your back too

When you both run into each other again your much more happy than Arajin

In fact his men can hardly believe it when he’s suddenly tackled hugged by you

Never can he but he then spins you around in pure joy

All the while his men Zabu and Komao watch in awe

Before you turn your attention to them

And pause

And then turn back to Matakara with an expression which could only be described as “pissed and wanting an explanation”

So turns out he joined a gang

And turns out you don’t like that much since you then suplex him onto the ground

Of all the things he learned from you it should’ve been not to get affiliated with gangs

It’s literally what you told him and Ara everyday

But nope, this block headed puppy dog did the one thing you told him not to do

Zabu and Komao almost attack you if not for Matakara laughing it off

Even if your upset with his decision he’s at least happy that your still the same you

Temperamental but compassionate

Sturdy yet gentle

Stoic and emotional all at the same time

He asks if sometime you’d like to have lunch or train at the dojo his relatives own and you agree

But only if it’s non gang related and he smiles

Zabu and Komao can practically see hearts buzzing around him and the gentle look in his eyes as you leave

They can’t really blame him for it either

“Other than joining a gang (which I’m still upset about) what have you been doing?” You ask sitting down beside him with your bento box and his. Mom made one specially for him

“Well I’ve been training. Arajin may have given up but I haven’t, it seems like you still train too” he says with the same kind smile as usual

You feel yourself get a bit flustered at that “how else am I supposed to keep that idiot brother of mine safe. I swear he walks into danger sometimes” at that Matakara laughs in agreement.

Marito (romantic)

Back when you started your gang there was only ever one person that ever came close to your strength and that was Marito

When you had defeated him it was as if he became a parasite that latched onto you (you say this lovingly and out of annoyance)

He had stuck with you like glue and became your right hand man

Quite literally helping you claw your way to the top of the metaphorical food chain

Marito and his sister were the only two people at the time that saw you for who you were

Saw where you’d slink back off to at night

Saw how utterly hopeless and alone you felt

You were strong yes, that’s what drew him to you in the first place

It was (as he says) “love at first fight”

But beyond that he began to see the person who did his sisters hair

Gave other tips In how to throw a proper punch

Allowed their mask to break In his presence and crumble

It made him grow to love you more

Respect you more

And most importantly grow to care for you despite your inability to properly see it

Despite what you thought so many people respected and looked up to you

Him included

For fucks sake his own sister got jealous when he once had to carry you or when your attention was on him too much

You didn’t see this though, perhaps couldn’t with the constant feeling of invisibility and insecurity instilled into you at birth

It’s because of this that one day you seemingly disappeared and left a note saying you gave up your position as leader to him

It hurt

It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit

everyone felt your absence, him and Mahoro especially

But despite that Marito never gave up on trying to find you

He would get it through your thick head one way or another that he cared for you

That he loved you damn it

And if there was one thing people would agree on about Marito is was that he never gave up on something

Especially for someone he loves

So when years pass he’s still looking for you when something catches his attention

His sister mentions that she thought she saw you

It seems you were back

And with a guy? Who was also once again wrapped around her finger

He wasn’t surprised at that but moreso you were with someone

So maybe after that he got a little bit heated more than usual when interrupting Mahoro’s “date” with him to beat the shit out of him

And maybe he does get a little obsessed with his punch

And then you show up with that beautiful stoic and cold look on your face as you give him your famous combo moves

And he falls in love with you all over again

I mean how can he not?

Especially when he punch back and you simply spit the blood out to the pavement

And how can he not be jealous when you go help Arajin before realize through a now pissy Mahoro (upset he got to be within 4 feet of you) that’s your brother

From the look on his face of lovesick and determined you can’t help but feel a bit nervous in class with Arajin as Mahoro practically looks behind you and you hear some footsteps quickly approaching your classroom

“Looks like big boss is back in town! I wonder how long I’ll need to fight them to get it in their thick head how much I love them” he says kicking his feet as newer members look in confusion. The older one though know

“Oni-chan you better not hog them from me!” A huffy Mahoro grumbles

You really wish you could’ve wished for something else

Your having the feeling Arajin wishes the same

It seems they were right about having wishes always turn out in the worst of ways

Senya and Astḗr don’t seem to be doing it maliciously but rather out of obliviousness

But maybe it was both your faults for not asking for a straight forward wish from two entities that haven’t interacted with humans for centuries (or for in Astḗr’s case ever)

[vidalinav]

She wants the (Ph)D

Look I debated giving you a taste of another fanfic I'm writing... because it is a little too close to home. In that it is literally my life for the last two years. But I'm taking creative liberty and mixing it up, and it gives me slight second hand embarrassment. It's a fic like Stu(died) but in graduate school and Cassian wears glasses sometimes in this fic. So it's not as innocent. It's quite... well you'll see. Don't judge me too harshly because I swear to god I'm fucking stupid.

~

Her next door neighbor is a meathead or at least that's what Nesta tells Emerie when she rants about the party he'd thrown last night that kept her up until 3 am.

He's a meathead who disobeys the unspoken social rules that they've set all those months ago.

"You mean the rules you made up when you moved in, which no one knows about but you?"

Nesta waves the information away, with a flick of her wrist. "He's obeyed them all this time, so I don't know why he suddenly wants to party. Why couldn't he stay a friendless loser who never invites anyone over?"

Emerie snorts, pulling out her laptop. She's about to start working and Nesta knows she should be doing that too and finishing up the PowerPoint of her proposal, but how can she when she's tired from staying up all night instead of sleeping like a normal person? 3 am and she listens to boys yelling and their tasteless music and their loud laughs as if there's anything to be laughing about at 3 am.

"A rager has gotta be better than hearing him go at it through the walls."

"No! That was better," Nesta decides, grimacing at the countless memories that accost her mind of the girlfriend who just wouldn't leave. "At least that only lasted for five minutes."

Emerie laughs at that, already knowing the stories that have plagued their work sessions. It may not be his fault that the walls are thin, but it is his fault for having sex the minute she gets home. They may share a wall where they sleep at night, but they do not share the same taste for propriety and proper neighborly ethics.

"You know, you know too much about this guy when you don't even know his name."

Nesta huffs, "I think his name is Cassian. I heard his roomate yell it out in the yard when he came back last week."

"Cassian," Emerie says, humming like she's considering the quality of his name. "It's not the name I would have thought of for a meathead who only lasts five minutes."

"Did I also tell you he's a gymbro? That rat! With a perfect fuckboy face."

Emerie lifts the screen of her laptop and stops, "Perfect?"

Nesta merely shrugs because she's not blind.

She's also not stupid.

"He's perfectly irritating and I wish him total demise. I think his girlfriend broke up with him—which is about time since they argued twice a week—and on a regular day that would suffice, but now he's inconvenienced me and I want him dead."

"Mhmm," Emerie nods, smirking where she sits across, "and he's got such a perfect fuckboy face."

Nesta scowls, but doesn't move to get her laptop or change the topic of conversation. Emerie only gives Nesta an assessing look. "You don't even go to sleep. You'd have still been up at 5 editing your thesis."

"And I couldn't because I was too distracted by the sound of their partying. Who parties on a fucking tuesday?"

~

The difference between this and Stu(died) is that Nesta actually has a crush on him and goes through great lengths (ignoring him) to get his attention.

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest Day 25

Prompt: Manhandling/Strength Pairing: Changbin x girlfriend!reader WC: 1,820 Summary: Don’t tease Changbin about his height.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. By clicking “read more” you are saying you are of age to interact with my work.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW//CW: P in v sex, play fighting turning into more, Changbin is a little rough, undernegotiated kink, little to no prep, lots of manhandling, reader called “fuckdoll”, “brat”, and “babe”, previously established relationship. Creampie reference, cumming on reader.

 You toddled towards your five foot something boyfriend, grinning and shrieking with glee. “Binnie look how much taller I am than you,” you cackle, an ankle promptly wobbling and threatening to roll.  Changbin’s mouth presses into a thin chagrined line. “Wow, how did you do that so suddenly? What sort of magic could it be?”  You stumble a little, the newly gifted shoes murder your toes worse than anything you’ve ever worn. Landing with a giggle, elbows on your boyfriends shoulders, your tits practically clang in front of his face.  Not one to miss an opportunity Changbin leans into you face first and blows fruitlessly into your cleavage, moterboating attack thwarted barely by your camisole. “I think I like these heels actually.”  “Pervert,” you slap his shoulder playfully. “Whatchu gonna do shortie?” The negging continues. Changbin isn’t subtle, wearing a pout across his face as the wheels in his head turn. “Maybe I’ll wear these all the time, it’s so fun looking down at you from here.”  When Changbin snaps he does it suddenly and without much warning, a tremendous “yah” coming from his lungs as he backs away from you. It throws you off balance again, without his body to steady you, you begin to teeter and topple forward in surprise. He hooks his shoulder under your waist as he grabs the backs of your thighs, tipping you over him with ease.  Hoisted over Changbins shoulder you kick and squeal and gasp. It’s not exactly comfortable as his arm grasps you firmly around your thighs, upper half dangling off of his back. “You really wanna wear those around all the time? You really think you can handle that,” Changbin smiles with smug defiance that echos in the tone of his voice. Your ass peaks invitingly out from under your shorts as they ride up on you, it’s too inviting. Calloused from weights at the gym, his rough hand makes contact with your globes. Squealing and thrashing in its wake Changbin winds up again, landing another swat with a hearty ‘thwack.’  “BINNIE!” You yelp, dangling over to try to swat at his ass in retaliation as he walks you down the hall to the bedroom. “You’re such a meathead!” You whine. As embarrassing as it his, the over display of strength has your insides twisting pleasantly, not just from the force of gravity pinning you to his shoulder. If he really didn’t want to let you go, you wouldn’t be able to escape at all.

 In direct opposition to your feeble attempts to get him to drop you, you grapple for his arms as he tosses you backwards off of him and into the cushion of the bed. Splayed out, limbs akimbo, you’re disoriented long enough for him get be on top of you.  “Now who is looking down at who?” He smirks, kissing your nose lightly.  You puff at him. “Me Changbin, me man, me claim woman.” You mock with an eye roll.  “Claim?” He smirks, knees scooting between your thighs easily, pushing your legs farther open for him. He leans in and kisses you so delicately, light enough that it leaves you craning upwards harder into it. “I like the sound of claiming you.” He kisses the side of your neck, just below your jawbone. As good as your front is, it’s helpless faced with his warm breath on your collar bone, both of your hearts beating faster than usual.  “I’m not that easy you know.” You try to wriggle out from under him, turning your torso to escape from the side. Changbin easily thwarts this attempt, his hand following your shoulder as you turn and easily turning you over in his arms, face down into the sheets with his arm holding you down between your shoulder blades.  He grinds his hips against your ass, erection pressed between your cheeks, “then fight me. I’m not easy either.”  Your arms fly behind you, reaching for any bit of him to grasp for leverage. Again he counters you, falling forward over you to protect himself as he pins your flailing limbs below. He’s dense, almost pure muscle at this point between cutting and bulking, his unsupported weight forces the air from your lungs. Restricted by the mattress pushing back up into you as gravity pulls Changbin down, your head starts to feel light and fuzzy. When he’s finally firmly got a hold on your wrists he backs up, dragging your chest back with him.  Ass presenting to him, your first full breath is born with a moan as you grind mindlessly back against him.  “You like that, huh?” He taunts, “put in your place. Thrown around like a little fuckdoll.”  Closing your eyes, you moan and nod. Heat pulses in your walls, stupidly needy.  Holding your wrists pinned to your back with one hand, his other explores your body, palm rough and calloused from hours in the gym. Wasting no time, he yanks your shorts down, you can hear the waistband pop as it stretches suddenly, the elastic tearing as it fails to accommodate his forcefulness.  The air feels cold against your dripping slit. You hadn’t realized just how ready you were, Changbin shoving two digits into your wet cunt easily. He growls as you fuck back on him, leveraging the momentum to force his fingers deeper and harder and faster. The space between his ears feels cottony as he hones in on your shaking form, focused on making you squeal and twitch and fight against his grasp.  “Do i feel small now?”  Your body tries to challenge his grip as pain and pleasure blurs into an overwhelming burning sensation. “Shit, Changbin, fuck! Huh-hurts.” Gasping and sobbing into the sheets you leave damp spots of snot and spit and tears for your skin to press into. Your walls convulse around his fingers, flooding him with release.  “Going to stop being such a brat?” Changbin pants, tugging his fingers free and landing a hearty slap on your bare bottom.  “Fuck-” you warble. “Holy fuck.”  The bed shifts as Changbin tugs down his pants, “is that really all you’ve got?” The fat tip of his cock presses against your entrance. As ready as you might be for him, he’s as thick down there as he is everywhere else. He pauses, your lips barely stretching around him, shallowly fucking your walls into accepting him. “I thought you were so much bigger than me.”  Your stomach twists. You need him. Fucking hell you need him so bad. Your gut clenches again around nothing. “Please Binnie, please,” you start to beg and swirl your hips. The air is forced from your lungs as he pushes into you fully, collapsing over your back so his chest hangs over you, letting gravity pull him down as far as he can go, still a good quarter of his shaft to go.. Squealing and toes curling, your legs kick up behind you, body fighting the sudden intrusion into your under prepared walls. Your gut flutters as you feel him stir there, tugging back to prepare for another drive into your wet heat.  “Who is little now, huh?” Changbin laughs. “Do I feel short to you?”  You pant, bracing yourself for the next thrust, “you-you’re so big. Please-PLEASE,” he thrusts suddenly, making you scream. “Oh FUCK, you’re so fucking huge please,” you sob, wriggling and trying to adjust to his girth.  Much to your relief he stays there, swirling your hips together to stretch you around him.  “That’s right,” he whispers, “louder.”  “It’s too big,” you practically sob. “Binnie, you’re too big. Too much.”  For a second Changbin’s thoughts turn to fuzz as you writhe, body fighting the strangely intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. Pinned, speared, fucked. His in every sense of the word. “I didn’t hear you, don’t you have something to say to me?”  “Too big, so big, oh fucking christ, oh fuck Binnie.” Clenching, your core burns shamefully with the heat of pure animalistic lust. The rumble of his chest as he growls shakes whats left of the air in your lungs, his hips snapping painfully into you with a single percussive hit that fully forces your lungs to empty.  “Don’t worry babe, I’ll make it fit. I’ll make it all fit.” Changbin repeats like a man possessed as he leans back to admire his work. Palming a lobe each he spreads you wide, thumbs tugging at your slit. “You’re so tiny, babe. So fucking tight around me. I’mnot-I won’t break you. Just take it, okay?”  Your walls grip him as he pulls slightly back before ramming full speed against you as you wheeze like a freshly opened coke bottle. Hips leaning hard and insistent your stomach feels like it’s distending downwards, truly rearranging your guts as he periodically repeats the action. Pulling back, jolting forward, forcing a variety of squeaks and groans and wheezes from your lungs as he makes space for his cock in your diaphragm.  But lord you take him well, crumpling a little just for him to rearrange you, a tower meant to be knocked down over and over. Finally he’s sufficiently fucked you open, last bits of resistance yielding as he scoops your torso up to his chest, gravity making sure to fill you with every millimeter that you could possibly take.  He’s warm and all encompassing and that’s what you love about fucking him. Especially as the cool air wafts against your back. There’s no worry that you’ll hurt him as you fingers rake his back. His muscles are unyielding to your grasp, leaving you to trace the lines of separation between them like crags of a cliff. Thighs tensing and shaking, you hold onto him as tension and tempo keep your hips bouncing back against his.  “Fucking-hell-BINNIE-” your cries come out as staccato’d gasps as you cling.  “Yeah babe, just a lil’ more-” he grunts, his iron defense starting to break as his own builds in his already taut frame. “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on my big stupid dumb cock?” He taunts you as he stutters and pants, re-adjusting his grip to bring your hips harsher down on him.  “Yes! Fuck! Gonna cum on your stupid big cock you asshole,” you practically scream, arms wrapping over his shoulders and squeezing him as you explode. Shaking and jittering as every muscle in your body spasms, you close your eyes as you feel the both of you topple back into the bed.  Changbin pulls from you, he feels gigantic as he towers over the edge of the bed, watching you writhe in pleasure. It only takes a nudge of his thigh and press of his palm to display you. Eyes trained to your poor puffy and dripping pussy he cums, hot white streaks splattering up to your belly button. Slowly he traces the remnants, chuckling to himself as you whine your protests. “Only good girls get creampies.”

TY for reading, i know changbin and strength kink? Super original.

[frownyalfred]

Hello yes it’s me again 🤠 I’ve decided to continue this little series of “things that have caused me to wake up in the middle of the night and clench my chest and go “GAh” because it is summer, I have too much free time to cry over very good fanfics, and writers deserve to feel noticed (coming from a writer who’s favorite comments are the ridiculously detailed/long/rant ones) So without further ado…

d. the coral room fic tags being like “Omegaverse 🥰 Enemies to Lovers 🥹 Nesting 💖” but then in parenthesis “but Bruce’s ver of nesting is stealing super weapons to assasinate Clark” the first time I saw this tag I spat out my coffee and probably laughed for about three minutes and to this day I randomly wake up and laugh about I don’t know why it resonated so much but it was genius

e. On a less happy note I physically cannot bring myself to ever again open your fic “Silent Running” because the first time I read it I don’t think I slept that night. Definitely a wake up-go “GAH situation there, the absolutely bone chilling way that fic settled with me?? Idek why?? Like it’s definitely not dead dove whatsoever yk, but the way you write this subtle nuanced “something’s-wrong” feel… The way you wrote it? I can’t explain? But I’m not sleeping well if I ever read it again?

f. GAH THE WAY YOU TALK ABOUT ALF/MAR/THOMAS I FEEL LIKE A SOLDIER ABOUT TO GO TO THE TRENCHES I FEEL THIRTY YEARS OLDER I FEEL LIKE IM FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE??? BECAUSE YOU DO SUCH GOOD CHARACTERIZATION OF THEIR DYNAMICS BUT THERES THIS UNDERLYING IMMORTAL SADNESS TO EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM BECAUSE LIKE. THE BASIS TRUTH OF DC IS THAT MARTHA AND THOMAS DIE. It’s so ingrained into canon that they are the DEFINITION of doomed by the narrative- and not just Martha and Thomas as characters, but the Alf/Mar/Thomas relationship as well!! SND YOU MAKW ME ABSOLUTELY FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM?? HOW DARE YOU?? Why would you do this to us? Why must you write such good character dynamics?

g. Speaking of characterization, let’s talk about your characterization of Jason Todd. Let’s talk about the absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS way you write him. Because like there is no babygirlification in sight, but there isn’t any of that misogynistic Jason Todd homicidal meathead stuff either- you’ve somehow written him better then half the dc writers out there. Like I FEEL like I’m reading about Jason Todd himself in what I consider to be his purest form (like Under the Red Hood). You don’t push off his grief and trauma, you don’t misinterpret his feelings and emotions, you don’t make excuses for his mistakes and actions, you instead embrace the barebones of his character in its entirety in this??? Breathtaking way??? Like I don’t wake up and go “GAh” when I dream about this, I instead silently levitate from my bed like I’m ascending to the next plane of existence.

h. NGGFFFHHGHHKDHX the way you wrote Clark in “eye in the sky” HELLO MA’AM WHAT WAS THAT WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT-

Because it’s a Injustice AU right! You know what’s happening! You know that it’s so bad, that there is no longer Clark but Kal, that the regime is horrible, and that’s how you start us off, with the glimpses into the inner workings of the Regime and you know it’s just as bad as ever and you think you know what to expect- and then you meet Clark Kent. GAH. GaH. AUTHOR. WHY WIULD YOU DO THAT? IT HURTS!! It hurts to have Duke walk in and see Clark Kent, see him with his plaid shirts and glasses and you are completely taken by surprise because you were expecting Kal! What’s Clark doing here!! He’s supposed to be dead!! And then it hits you how GENIUS it is to write it like that (after you stop crying from pure shock. I’m a bit of a crybaby). Like AUTHOR YOU HORRIBLY BEAUTIFUL WRITER YOU. YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING.

I. And what’s worse- how it must be for BRUCE!!!! GAH! GAHHHH! WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS? The psychological torment, the emotional damage, the potentials for angst, I’m actually getting all breathy just thinking about oml I start rolling around my bed like a crazed burrito and if anyone saw me they’d probably think I was possessed and/or having seizures. Im realizing maybe this got a bit too long.

I have to do this in increments otherwise I kinda just look crazy… 🌚 I’m just a girl 🎀 (I’m so sorry)

Moral of the story is once again I love your works and you are a good writer 💁‍♀️💐

Oh my goodness, thank you so so much for this lovely ask!!

d. thank you, I love that tag. and it’s accurate for the fic — that’s just Bruce’s way of getting settled!

e. I feel that! It was a dark fic for sure. I’ve been writing too much dark Clark recently, I need to change that.

f. their relationship makes me feel genuinely ill sometimes, not because they’re bad but because of the weight of the future hanging over them. I want to write another fic for them in my room full of coral verse for sure.

g. thank you so much! He’s a hard character to write sometimes but I try to avoid pushing him too far to any extreme. He’s complicated even if it might not seem like it!

h. thank you for mentioning this! It was definitely a deliberate choice to have Duke meet Clark and not Kal. The casual menace of it was just too attractive to me.

i. yeah, Bruce is really going through it in that fic. You know when you’re going through something rough and you just shut down as much as you can? That’s how I view him in this.

Thank you so much again!! This was the best thing to wake up to.

[anthropologyruinseverything]

Summerslam venting - my opinions are based on personal experiences and feelings.

I’m a Roman fan but honestly this is getting old and stale and I’ll completely lose interest if he isn’t at Summerslam. (And listen, for a dude with his health issues I’d be happy to hear he was gonna mostly retire and make movies. Get your paper while you can babe!) I agree with a number of folks here that they’ve missed so much in regard to tension building between Roman and Solo. I just don’t care. And of course he’s gonna cheat against Cody. It’s a classic bad guy vs. the hero set up.

At least they gave Damian something to fight for. I am loving the new angle. But if he loses to a N@z* who called him street trash I’m gonna throw up because you’re just not hiding it at this point. Fair warning, you will not find any love for Gunther on my page. Yes, he’s great at what he does but until his character changes I’m not cheering. (Stood across the protest line from too many of the real-deal bad guys who sing his praises online at this point.)

Rhea’s gonna have to face the monster she herself created in Liv. I’m interested in the long term implications for Judgement Day and her relationship with Dominik. But it’s Mami’s fault so it’ll be satisfying to see what happens and I have faith in these performers to put on an amazing show.

Bayley and Nia lacks the same level of emotion but I also think it will be a great match. Nia is better than a lot of people give her credit for and with this last title run Bayley has won me over. Normally I leave the room when Tiffany Stratton is on the television so hopefully her fake ass won’t be too involved.

Drew, Punk and Seth will be fun to watch but they’ve screwed with other storylines so many times I’m just ready for it to be over. I think the highlight will be Seth’s outfit.

I want Sami to beat Bron. I’m a sucker for heart and hard work paying off. Bron is Goldberg 2.0 and I find him just as interesting as his predecessor, meaning I’d rather watch paint dry. He’s got potential so I hope they don’t stick with the angry meathead persona for long. I figure they’re setting Sami up to lose, probably due to being drawn back into Bloodline mess with Jey. It would be almost okay if he and Jey got a nice run as a tag team together.

Side note if you made it this far:

I was so excited for Jey’s single run. It’s personal and I know that’s silly but I FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL to escape an abusive family and make a life for myself. It really spoke to me to see him do the same sort of thing. And now, it’s all been wasted because he’s almost assuredly been nuked at every turn so he can go back to the Bloodline drama. He deserves better, deserves a better singles story and a title. It’s sad he probably won’t ever get it at this point. Like I said before, I will watch a different promotion if he goes to it.

Anyway, thanks for listening. My couple of 7 day, 18hr a day work weeks are coming to a close so I’ll have way more time to work on my fanfics and novels. I’m considering entry to a competition for some of my original stories so I may post a few blurbs for feedback. If you’re waiting for a request or just a story update, that’s what I’ll be working on! Some very much needed stress relief.

Thanks for giving me some space to share my thoughts and my work!

[no1frankmillerhater]

Carrie Kelley x Michelle fanfic under the cut 🙏🙏

Michelle hugged her knees tightly to her chest, her hair framing the sides of her face in messy strands. “God, sometimes I think you’re actually a boy.”

Carrie Kelley froze as Michelle hunched further into herself. Michelle was upset. Carrie knew she was upset. There was no way in hell they’d be ditching calculus for a third time in a row to crowd in the dingy school bathroom if it weren’t an emergency. Michelle’s eyes were still red and puffy from crying, and in the ugly glare of the bathroom light, her face looked awfully haggard.

It didn’t stop the words from hurting.

“Sure, like I think grass is blue too.” Carrie muttered.

“No, really Carrie! You don’t act like a girl!” Michelle’s lip trembled, not meeting Carrie’s gaze. “A-and you don’t get dating boys. Like, at all.”

Something dark twisted in Carrie’s gut. She got boys. She got boys just fine. So what if she didn’t daydream about snogging them or draw pink hearts around their name like Michelle did? She understood that boys were all pricks, and they could stay the hell away from her.

“So what? I don’t need to know shit to say fuck Brad. He’s a meathead that ain’t know what’s right in front of him even if it were starin’ him in the face.”

Michelle finally glanced up at her, eyes large and shimmering. She sniffed loudly. “Really?”

Carrie sighed and crouched down next to her, avoiding the puddles. “Obviously.”

The two of them stared at the opposite end of the bathroom in silence. Carrie pretended not to see Michelle wipe her eyes and then her nose, or how she brushed her silky hair hurriedly behind her ear.

“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier.” Michelle whispered.

“It’s cool. Don’t even remember what you said now. ”

Michelle sniffed and smiled weakly at her. “It’s cool you’re like a boy. Honest. You’re so brave and your hair’s all funny like- like those boys in magazines.”

“Like the magazines your mum confiscated?”

“Carrie!”

Carrie sneered at her before it dissolved into an actual grin and the two giggled. Carrie bumped her shoulder against her best friend. “If I was a boy like Brad, I’d totally ask you to the dance. Not Janet.”

The two made a face at the name ‘Janet’. 

“If you were a boy, I think I’d keep posters of you in my room.” Michelle said, a small, genuine smile beginning to crease her face. Carrie thought it seemed to make the whole bathroom so much brighter. 

Carrie smiled softly and tucked her chin into her arms with a shrug. She felt all warm and fuzzy, imagining Michelle drawing hearts as she stared up at the poster. Carrie doesn’t think about why. 

“Well, I ain’t need to be a boy to punch Brad’s lights out for you.”

“Carrie,” Michelle scolded.

Carrie laughed.

[toytle]

can i see 5 + 6 plsssss 🤲🏾

5) bedtime story [halbarry]

i must confess, this was simply a pre-sleep scenario playing in my head while i was settling into bed, no plot, no punchline. sometimes your brain just plays movie scenes of your fav characters, and you have no choice but to get back up to write it down before you forget. not much happens after this, but i wanna save it jic this does end up being drawn bc, well, i think it’ll be even cuter visually ☺️

6) pretty ugly [t4t hb au]

at the risk of word vomiting my process, i planned their first meeting since the very inception of the t4t childhood friends au, but i keep delaying it bc frankly. idk if i trust myself to handle kid hal yet. he was such a sweetheart back then, but every time i look at the way i portray him, it doesn’t feel like i represent the full picture

kids act differently around peers than they do authority, so i thought i would still be able to maintain his “childhood innocence” if i threw in some arrogance/ignorance to reflect how easily influenced he is by his environment too. i’m not sure if i strike the balance. i worry that the way i push his more immature qualities misrepresents him as a simple-minded meathead stereotype instead

i also have mixed feelings abt this one bc even tho i wrote this before i found out, i keep getting flashbacks to the childhood hal + carol first meeting retcon where hal goes from “no way, you wanna be a pilot too??” to “psh, girls can’t be pilots!” which is not at all supposed to be the read on this. not to mention, this particular au has slight dcshg influences, so it’s also an expanded characterization, but maybe a counterintuitive one. as if this wasn’t complicated enough, like how the hell is anyone supposed to know any of this thru a jokey comic lol

and btw, i don’t think this is smth anyone would criticize or even think abt, fanart tends to get way more leniency than fanfic from what i’ve seen. but this isn’t abt anyone else, this is between me and hal, and unfortunately those are just the types of things i have to consider when it comes to my personal quality control

[ask game wip list]

[companion-of-the-dragonmark]

Title: How to Lose Your Entire Fleet in Five Minutes

FFN | AO3

Summary: 

Two Hooligans take advantage of a beautiful early morning to check on the ships after a severe storm the evening before and then enjoy a nice morning relaxation and soaking in the sun (and enjoy some burgled morning snacks). What they did NOT expect was to have a massive green fireball blown from a certain Green Dragon come barrelling towards them and spoil their fun.

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Chapter(s): 1

Words: 1,100

Status: Complete

Characters: Barnacle (OC), Mussel (OC), Green Death | Merciless (Cameo), Stoick the Vast (Cameo), Mogadon the Meathead (Cameo), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III (Cameo).

Relationship(s): Barnacle (OC) & Mussel (OC), Green Death | Merciless & Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Barnacle & Mussel & Ships, Stoick the Vast & Mogadon the Meathead, Barnacle & Mussel & Food

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Thank you for your support. I hope you enjoy my fanfic in honor of Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day!

Long Live the Wilderwest!

— Companion of the Dragonmark

[cackled0g]

A little birdie told me you've got some opinions on Ganondorf in BotW and TotK versus his earlier portrayals, and how the aforementioned pair of games misunderstands and even massacres Ganondorf's character. Please DO elaborate on that if it's not a bother 👀 pre-BotW weirder more-cunning Ganondorf enjoyers rise up!!

Wow, anon, your informant sure does seem to have some strangely specific information about me! Anyway, my main beef with the BotW and TotK games comes down to the fact that in the former, Ganondorf is entirely nonexistent and in the latter, I wish that Ganondorf had never existed.

More LoZ games than not have no Ganondorf, so that's honestly fine in BotW. I think that if every game had Ganondorf it would be more of a downside than anything; in my opinion Ganondorf is best used sparingly in canon. In any case, I would have greatly preferred almost anything other than the shallow, boring, utterly flavorless interpretation of Ganondorf that exists in TotK. I think this ties into my general dislike of the storyline of TotK (I hate the Zonai, Rauru is a colonizing asshole, Zelda gets to be a fridged wife two times in as many games, etc) but even in a vacuum, this Ganondorf is just incredibly fucking stupid?

I think it's worth noting that Ganondorf in the previous games has never been a meathead--he is equal parts military strategist and Big Man with Evil Magic. In OOT he convinces the king of Hyrule that he's trustworthy with relative ease and seemingly only Zelda, who has prophetic dreams, can see through that. In TP he manipulates Zant to do basically all of his dirty work for him so that he can operate behind the scenes. In WW he would have succeeded in destroying the world with the Triforce if not for the king's wish to flood all of Hyrule.

In comparison TotK Ganondorf is laughably shortsighted in refusing to simply not send an army of like...bokoblins over the sky king who has taken over all of Hyrule. He's got no finesse, no strategy here--his plan is like Step One: Kill Rauru Step Two: Rule Hyrule. Any other Ganondorf would have wiped the floor with Rauru no contest, with or without Zelda there to point to him and be like "That man is obviously evil."

My main issue is the lack of depth I guess. What is Ganondorf's motivation in TotK? He doesn't want to join Rauru's Hyrule? He wants PoWeR? Ganondorf has always been ambitious, but this is like middle school fanfic levels of writing. I feel like I need to actually go back and rewatch all of the TotK cutscenes just so I can dig in and try to analyze this stuff better because he so unremarkable that I', struggling to even remember his whole deal. Maybe I'll do that and then reblog this with additional commentary.

[annimator]

FUCK IT, NEW FIC AT 1 IN THE MORNING (it was finished a couple days ago lmao)

Summary:

A reimagining of the moment Bad meets a certain Korean egg. The main difference being that this version’s retold within the egg’s POV

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I was watching Bad’s VOD of the Carnaval Event, I got to the part where he meets Chunsik, and I accidentally made a fic out of it because I’m fanfic writer now lol

A multitude of people were crowded at the train station for today’s event.

Acau wasn’t there, but Chunsik could at least recognize a couple of people that he already met, and there were others he hadn’t introduced himself to.

He still hasn’t processed everything that’s happened to him; being taken into the care of someone that doesn’t seem to have ties to the Federation, getting a new name, seeing the outside world for the first time, meeting genuinely kind people that have gifted him a multitude of sweets & other goods, and even meeting other eggs!

And yet, despite the fact that he knew some of the people there, Chunsik was still somewhat shy to greet the others.

Fit was still in the same attire he was wearing yesterday, Pac was dressed up just like Richarlyson (and had a robot leg??), Tubbo wore what looked like a Hawaiian t-shirt that was teal with a bunch of flowers of differing blue hues, and Chayanne, ‘Lullah, Leonarda, Richarlyson, Empanada, & Sunny were dressed up for today just like him; in a small Carnaval outfit that was also sprinkled in confetti.

He spotted three other strangers he hadn’t met;

One had pink hair & green eyes that were wide open, and was dressed in a pink, yellow, and green Carnaval outfit. They also seem to be good friends with Pac.

Another man had brown hair & blue eyes, and was entirely dressed up as some kind of yellow bird.

And, there was someone else there dressed in a primarily white attire, but it was also sprinkled in colourful dots, whilst also wearing a stripped red & white shirt. His skin & hair were entirely black, and he had heterochromatic eyes that were light blue & white, which could be seen even with the large red and orange mask covering his face.

Alongside those three, there were other eggs there he hasn’t met; one egg had a top hat, another one wore a beret and had red & blue coloured spots on her face, one had a red & white horizontally stripped swimsuit, and there was one other egg that had a brown moustache and wore a meathead as a hat. All of them with the exception of the egg with the swimsuit had visible cracks on them.

There were also a bunch of penguins for some reason.

Chunsik was crouched towards the corner, and by the looks of it, no one really noticed him since they were all mostly talking to each other.

But his nervousness over seeing a lot of people slowly went away as the egg with the moustache and meathead slowly approached him and placed down a white sign, and wrote down a quick sentence to greet him.

“Hi! Nice to meet you!”

Chunsik was excited to meet another egg, quickly writing a reply to the other egg’s greeting, “Hello! I like your moustache!”

The moustached egg tossed a golden apple to gift it to Chunsik, but another egg accidentally picked it up. Despite that small inconvenience, Chunsik placed down another sign, writing out a question for the egg he just met, “What’s your name?”

(Author’s note: YO GUYS HE SAID THE THING)

As the other egg was writing his answer, the man with the white yet colourful outfit approached him. Chunsik would come to know this person as BadboyHalo, or just Bad for short.

“Hello.”

Chunsik didn’t really take a liking to the colour white because of the months he spent within the white walls of the Federation, but something about the person in front of him was comforting in a way. He was bouncing in place as Bad continued to greet him,

“Hello! Hi little one- Oh, you’re new! How are you doing? Hi!”

Chunsik quickly put down another sign, but not before noticing that the other egg that was with him finished writing a sign that introduced himself, “Ramon :D What’s yours?”

By the time Chunsik finished his sign, the train arrived at the station they were all currently in; yet Bad still managed to read out the sign he wrote for him, “Oh! Here, we’re running just a bit late- ‘Hello! My name is…’ uh ‘Chunsik.’ Is it Chunsik?”

Chunsik was bouncing out of joy and nodded, much to the Bad’s delight, but before he could place down another sign, an announcement ringed out from the station,

[Enter the train!! Tubbo_ will be our conductor.]

“Oh! Here, let’s catch up. We’ll introduce.. or uh talk to each other later-“

Before Bad could continue talking to him, Richarlyson quickly dragged him to the train, whilst also bringing all the other eggs with him,

“Come on! Let’s go- I know! We’re going- we’re holding it up- come on! Come on little ones!”

Chunsik quickly entered the train, sitting around the front as Tubbo began the train engine.

He didn’t learn Bad’s name when he introduced himself to him, but he didn’t seem like a stranger to him anymore.

And he seemed really kind too.

[toast-of-eden]

I really, really like Kim Dokja as a woman in fics.

A cursory dive into men and women in ORV.

PREFACE: I love this IP as it is, I'm not a gender studies expert, and I'm a cis woman. So this is just me musing on this, and hopefully encouraging other writers and fanfic aficionados to fuck with gender roles and have fun with it.

I'm also not 100% sold that any of this was intended by the author or that other readers will like or agree with this take — a lot of it is how I, personally, have chosen to frame the text for myself.

I’ll also say that genderbending KDJ to make the Joongdok ship into a cishet one can be viewed as problematic, but I’m not really talking about the ship. More about the characterization.

I’m basically about to give you 2,000 words of this. That’s a lot. But here’s my Tl;dr

[Spoilers ahead. Also CW for some talk about SA in the webnovel.]

Just in case you don't feel like reading a 2,000 word character analysis and musing on men, women, and the treatment of gender in ORV.

Because ORV is largely told from Kim Dokja’s perspective, his view of gender and their roles is incredibly impactful on the narrative and the story we’re told.

That trickles down into how we’re shown characters and, in turn, how he values certain traits attributed to his concept of gender roles.

In the real world, pre-scenarios, he’s only seen the worst of men. From his father to his bullies to assholes at work — men just suck.

Enter Yoo Joonghyuk, the fictional hero of Ways of Survival.

YJH’s masculinity is, to Kim Dokja, what every man should really strive to be. Yes, he’s very strong and very handsome — but he's also deeply emotionally complex. He also cooks, cleans, and raised a baby all by himself, SO.

Add women to the mix: KDJ is absolutely surrounded by strong and resilient women right from the jump. We saw what Han Sooyoung and Kim Sookyoung did with the little fuzzy knowledge they had in the early scenarios. I can’t even imagine what they could have done with KDJ’s reference material.

All that combined makes female Kim Dokja just... honestly a powerhouse of a character to explore in my opinion.

Men in the "real world."

Growing up, Kim Dokja's male role models were... lackluster. At best. And Kim Dokja didn't fit any of the forms of masculinity presented to him.

His father, the first male role model in most children’s lives, was an abusive piece of shit.

At school, he was bullied by other boys.

Moreover, he wasn't able to thrive in the army, nor could he thrive in a white collar environment (see: Han Myungoh).

And why the fuck would he want to be like that guy?

So Kim Dokja's male role model was found in a web novel. Yoo Joonghyuk, a fictional character, captured his attention.

Yoo Joonghyuk is what Kim Dokja believes an ideal man should be from his beginning all the way to his end — round zero to 1863 and beyond. He wants to be like that guy.

Yoo Joonghyuk = complex, strong, deeply emotional but resilient

Men in the real world = churlish, brutish, villainous, or otherwise just meatheads.

That leads me to men in the early scenarios.

From the earliest scenarios, Kim Dokja is surrounded by strong women. Right from the jump.

Yoo Sangah adjusts to the new world almost immediately. Jung Heewon's sense of justice makes her the strongest member of the group. Han Sooyoung is a BAMF. Lee Seolhwa is the smartest person in the room and the only woman who's ever caught and held Yoo Joonghyuk's attention. Hell, Shin Yoosoung is Kim Dokja's powerhouse ward and loyal follower — to the point that she reincarnates herself without her memories to serve his purpose.

Aside from Lee Hyunsung, whom Kim Dokja often describes as a being a real stand up guy, the only man he spends real significant amount of time with is Yoo Joonghyuk.

We have to remember that this story is from Kim Dokja's perspective, so it's entirely possible that there were other men around, but that he just didn't see it that way.

At any rate, the worst, least complex characters are often the men of the story. This is especially true of the men in the early scenarios, which show Kim Dokja’s POV a little more straightforwardly, so I’m going to use them as primary examples.

Take, for example, Chapter 17: Ep. 4 - Line of Hypocrisy, II. Here, Kim Dokja has come upon a disheveled Jung Heewon who's dying in the street with her "jacket...half removed and a bit of her skirt...torn," left for dead lying in the streets, slowly dying from poison gas. He assumes she's been sexually assaulted.

He quickly figures out who the attackers are, because they try to attack him too. When Uriel starts a bounty scenario to take the villains down, Kim Dokja says this:

And again:

Men in the real world = churlish, brutish, villainous, or otherwise just meatheads.

Let's get even more literal here.

Take, for example, Song Minwoo, a bully from the pre-scenario world who shows up during the scenarios as a literal monster.

This is a villanous male in Kim Dokja's life who, coincidentally, has some of the same knowledge as him, having read some of the chapters of Ways of Survival. And he learned nothing, except how to bully better.

Yo FUCK that guy.

Let's go for another example.

Quality Assurance Dept. Deputy Yoon Sangho and the Mino Soft coin farm.

Coincidentally (completely on purpose) in the same chapter we meet Song Minwoo, we're introduced to another male character who was actually not antagonistic IRL.

Guess what? He's antagonistic now.

As a quick recap, when Kim Dokja gets there, he finds that the coin farm has captured Han Sooyoung. They plan to "make content" with her, and Yoon Sangho offers Kim Dokja a first go at her if he gives them more resources.

Read panels left to right, top to bottom.

Ew.

So much ew.

ANYWAY. Will reiterate the pattern here:

Men in the real world = churlish, brutish, villainous, or otherwise just meatheads.

I don't think it's a stretch for sexual violence to be considered a man's weapon. I also don't think it's a stretch to imagine that Kim Dokja, in spite of knowing this, won't attribute it to gender verbally — he'll just show us how he sees it. That's... kind of his thing.

Let's touch on Yoo Joonghyuk as Kim Dokja's Masthead for just a second before getting into the women of ORV.

I won't get into the later scenarios too much, because a majority of the new male characters are transient aside from Yoo Joonghyuk and his various regressions. And then we get POVs from (ahem) other characters.

So I'll get into YJH's regressions.

I've really hammered in how much men suck in ORV, but not really much about why Yoo Joonghyuk isn't like that. He's Kim Dokja's companion. His foil. (The love of his life.)

This is where things get complicated, because this guy is literally Kim Dokja's role model and, in a lot of ways, the center of his universe.

But that's why it's also most interesting part.

Yoo Joonghyuk remains the masthead. And it's not for his physical strength.

In spite of all of his changes in personality, he's still the same person underneath, who's fundamentally lonely and depressed as all hell. He's seen lifetimes of loss and goes on to transcend humanity, time, and space to become a fucking god. Even so, he perseveres through it to find the very end.

That emotional resilience and strength is what Kim Dokja admires in his only male role model.

Now let’s turn our eyes to the women in ORV.

Oh, this is so juicy.

The characters that show the most development in both the short and long time, with the exception of Lee Hyunsung, are women. I'm just gonna name some of the women in the early scenarios. There are so, so, so many other examples, from constellations to YJH's mentor, etc.

In order of appearance (I think):

Yoo Sangah

The most adaptable character of the earlier chapters

She starts chapter 1 as a high-achieving, kind of prim lady. She very quickly makes a deal with her constellation to become a badass who wears a catsuit, becoming stronger and stronger, kicking asses and taking names. She's also still good with kids.

Once it's established she's not a love interest, though, her prominence largely fades from the story. Side-eye.

Jung Heewon

Literally the best person KDJ knows. The moral high-ground and trauma-buster.

As previously mentioned, her first appearance in ORV is as an SA victim. Within about 10 minutes of reading time, she shows that she's able to put aside her trauma and discomfort to get shit done (a very traditionally masculine trait, by the way). She serves as the absolute good of KimCom and is often portrayed at the angel on his shoulder. She's also one of the strongest characters in the series by the end.

Shin Yoosoung

The little girl who believed she was evil, and eventually became it until she defied her fate.

A little girl who will one day become a villain. It can't be understated how complex this girl's trauma is from the moment we meet her, especially knowing that her fate is to be betrayed and trapped in slavery for all of eternity.

Kim Sookyung

The Wanderer King, Kim Dokjas mother, a false villain.

Fate did Kim Sookie dirty.

First of all, she introduced Kim Dokja to reading and the joy of reading things again and again, which eventually led him to Ways of Survival.

When Kim Dokja killed his abusive father as a young child, she framed herself so that she'd take the fall for the incident.

She wrote a book to collect royalties and help him live an independent life while she was in prison. To protect him from the truth, she let herself be the villain to her own son.

He held onto that — he was bullied in school because of her, and he didn't know the truth. So he resented her.

And when the truth came out, and Kim Dokja realized she wasn't the villain, she was eaten by the Fourth Wall. Holy shit. Of course, she was spit right back out when Dokja begged for it, but holy shit.

Long story short: not only was she not a villain, she maintained an unconditional familial and selfless love for Kim Dokja and protected him from the worst trauma imaginable by taking on the role of a villain.

Kim Dokja as a woman.

In my opinion. Just mine. Based on all the above.

Kim Dokja as a woman in explorative fics is fascinating to me.

As someone who's never resonated with traditionally masculinity, admired the story for what it was, defied it in the way he did, and admired the protagonist in a deeply emotional way, I just... just...

AH.

Ruthless, cunning, manipulative, largely (largely) asexual (we don't have to get into that here), and probably (maybe?) aromantic (definitely aromantic) — these are all traits that subvert traditional femininity too.

And I have to say — the family of cishet wiil-they-won't-they tropes could also be greatly subverted here, because this isn't a romance. It's a story about companionship.

I want emotional intimacy without the physical intimacy. I want the physical intimacy without the emotional intimacy. I want platonic love explored without emotional or physical intimacy at all.

But most importantly, I want it from a female character. Because I think that would be fucking cool. I’m tired of “woman with bow and arrow hates dresses and isn’t like other girls,” and I’m also tired of, “woman likes dresses but goes so super traditionally feminine that she eschews any masculine traits at all.” There’s a flavor of empowerment in both. But I want to see a next evolution, pleeeease.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Lol they really skipped the dating and went right to exes LOL

I'm so glad you like the long asks!!!!! :3 I don't wanna fixate on Igor and Snape for too long bc Ik that can get sort of boring and maybe irritating and totally don't want to do that to you but ummmm

1st of idk if you see it the same way but I wouldn't be like,,,, jaw on the floor if Snape was a flustered little loser LOL so I idkidk I just think Igor would take advantage of that. Idk I think you were spoton with "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad you little man" heehee but Ik you do fanfic requests... So ... Idk you totally 100% don't have to do it if you don't want to but Idk I'd love to see a fic of it!! Ur writing is scrumptious :33

Umm and 2nd 2nd why do you think Igor's so scared of Snape?? :0 I know (or at least think LOL) that is bc he's like all mysterious and mean as a teacher and that's why people are so spooked out but Igor's like,,, seen him naked LOL so idk I'm just curious :3

Sorry for so much spamm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ahhhh I love the spam so much!! It’s been a tonne of fun but also oh damn the fact that anyone wants to listen to my silly little rambles is wild to me still lol

They definitely went from like,, annoyances who share a dorm room to something vaguely friendly to fucking to vaguely friendly (depending on who else they’re getting shipped with or if they ever stop fucking around at all) to betrayal to bickering exes. They are so awful lmaooo

Chatting about them has been very fun but please feel free to ask me about any other characters!! Even ones I haven’t before/haven’t mentioned!!

I think it takes a certain kind of approach to turn Severus Snape into a flustered little loser, firstly because you have to make it clear to the little dingus that you’re actually being serious first. There is a sense of “we’re both aware you’re ugly but at least I can use your body for something” element to these two ngl but!!! That’s just how they are you know??? It sounds shitty but no one claimed these two were healthy. I’ll definitely write one Igor Karkarov trying to seduce Severus Snape in the most horrible way into my little book of things to write at some point!!

I’m not sure if scared is the best word (if I’m the one who originally said it then this is me officially correcting myself lmao) a better word would probably be intimidated. Specifically after the whole ratting him out thing, before that I don’t think he was particularly intimidated of him which probably threw Severus off because he’s used to that being his main defence and all that. I think especially after they start hooking up but before the whole him ratting him out thing there is very few things Severus can do to intimidate Igor because he can do his whole rant around Igor being a vile cockroach meathead who only thinks with the wrong head but Igor is just going to lean far too close into his personal space and say some dumb shit like “I don’t remember you complaining this much about the head of my cock when it was buried deep inside you last night” and then he does his stupid little laugh lmaoooo