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Summer Of Cum 2023

Hey guys! Day 3 entry for Summer Of Cum 2023

I can't seem to get it out of my head when I found out Esteban had been a Mercedes reserve driver after losing his seat. I really crave Toto x Esteban fic but there was no fics for the pairing so I decided I should make one. But since the prompt was Free Use I decided to throw in some other characters as well. I'm hoping to come up with more Toto x Esteban fic soon. And I hope others might be interested too!!! Ciao~

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Day 3: Free Use

Toto Wolff x Esteban Ocon x Susie Wolff & Lewis Hamilton x Esteban Ocon & George Russell x Esteban Ocon

Esteban couldn't help himself, he moans heard clearly throughout Toto's office. He blushed hotly at the thought of his moans being heard outside where dozens of Mercedes employees were going about their workday, despite the fact the door was closed. Suddenly a thought came to mind as he shot a panicked look at the door.

"To..Toto, wait…ah…The door isn't locked!" Esteban panted as he pushed against the firm chest.

"Hmmmm? That's fine. No one's going to enter without knocking first. I don't have any appointments for today." Toto responded leisurely as he gripped his hips tighter.

"But… we… I….ahhhh" Esteban trailed off as he felt that huge cock hit his prostate. All the words and any thoughts flew out the window as he was washed over with pleasure.

Suddenly the door opened. Esteban felt shock and mortification shoot down his spin as he tried to hide himself and close his legs but to no avail as Toto held him in his arms, not allowing him to get off his cock.

"Nnn no…ah… Toto!" Esteban whined, humiliated.

"Shhh. Don't worry. It's just Susie." Toto said as he wheeled his chair towards his wife.

"Hello darlinga." Susie greeted them in a warm voice, with a heated undertone. Toto did not miss the arousal in her voice as he smirked at his wife.

Esteban, upon hearing her voice relaxed, and turned his flushed face towards her. Susie reached out, her fingers tipping his chin up and kisses him heatedly as she settled herself between her husband's spread legs. She kissed Estaban thoroughly with her hands braced on her husband's broad shoulders. As she pulled a way for air, a string of saliva dripped from both Estaban's and her lips. She then pressed herself against Estaban's naked back and kissed Toto with equal enthusiasm.

Esteban moaned as he watched the couple make out, with Toto's cock still buried in him, the feel of Susie's clothes breasts pressing up against his back sends his mind spinning in aroused daze. His hole fluttering around the cock currently buried in him and his cock leaking profusely. Toto let out an amused and affectionate chuckle.

"My my, Susie, our boy is getting quite worked up. Let's take it up a notch. He's been such a good boy today." Toto said with a wink as Susie pulled away to take of her clothes

"Of course my dear, let's make it quick. We have lunch with my mother soon after all. We can enjoy Estaban later tonight" Susie replied with a mischievous smile as she slid her hands between her hands down Estaban's chest, cupping his pecs. Esteban let out a moan.

Tot started to manhandle Estaban, gripping his hips and moving him up and down his cock vigorously as more moans spill from his plush lips. He noticed his wife's gaze turn more heated at the boy trashing on his lap, impaled by his cock.

"I…I'm almost…coming….please!" Esteban yelped.

Toto glance over Esteban's heaving body at his wife. They shared a look as she left on hand over Esteban's pec as the other pulled away and circled the rime of Estaban's stretched hole. Estaban let out a gasp. Susie inches her finger alongside her husband's cock into that warm wiling body. She could feel her own orgasm approaching as wet slick slid down her thighs.

As soon as her finger slid all the way in, Esteban's hole clenched up and he came. Eyes rolling back, tears streaming down his face as he cock gushed out hot thick cum between his and her husband's body. That in turn set off Toto's orgasm with him spilling his cum into Estaban. As soon as he came down from his high. Toto reach for Susie, slipping his larger warm hand between her legs, cupping her pussy, rubbing her roughly and she spilled. Hot slicked gushed out into her husband's hand as her clit was rubbed and her husband's finger dipping into her throbbing pussy.

As soon as all three calmed down from their orgasms, they pulled away reluctantly and started getting dressed to continue on with their day. Toto and Susie for lunch with her mother and Estaban to head over to the sim for his duties as the Mercedes reserve driver. As Estaban was about to reach out for his underwear, Susie pulled it away from him with a mischievous smirk on her face

"Uh uh, your underwear is completely soaked dear. Did you come in them earlier?" She teased. Estaban blushed as he recalled how he spent himself when to Toto teased him in the elevator. Toto chuckled as he dressed behind them, licking his lips as he recalled Estaban's embarrassed faced as he came into his pants.

"Naughty boy, and you know naughty boys can't wear underwear. Especially when their all wet from naughty juice yeah? Right Toto?" She teased.

"You are absolutely right my dear." Toto said with a smirk.

"See? Now quickly, run along now. I'm sure Lewis and George are waiting." Susie said as Estaban hurries put on the rest of his clothes. As he was about to dash off, he glanced back at the couple

"Ummm tonight… we?" Estaban trailed off, unsure on how to proceed.

"We'll send you a text. No need for you to go home, just come over. Your clothes from yesterday are still there. And I'm sure there is no need for pajamas or nightclothes" Toto replied.

" Okay!" Esteban brightened as he shuffled towards them for a parting kiss.

Susie gave his ass a slap as he pulled away and said,

"Cute boy, go on now. I'm sure George and Lewis are are….eager to get to work." She said with a knowing smile as Esteban squeaked and hurried out the door. Toto merely chuckled at his wife.

"Hmmm, subtle."

*What? I saw Lewis and George eying him up this morning. I'm sure they'll be having a really….fruitful… time working today." She replied with a cheeky wink as her husband pulled her into a kiss.

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As soon as Esteban stepped into the sim room. He pushed up against the wall and kissed roughly. George had his hands over his hips rubbing his clothes cock against Esteban's. Behind them, he could hear Lewis chuckled amusedly

"Come on Georgie, share him yeah. Susie said she and Toto would be having him tonight. Gotta get our fill right now." Lewis winked at Estaban knowingly as George groaned and pulled Estaban away from the wall and positioned him between himself and Lewis. As Lewis started kissing him, sucking on his tongue, Esteban felt hands dip into his jeans and flushed at what George was going to find…or rather what he was not going to find.

"Oh my word, Lew, he isn't wearing any underwear!" George moaned aroused as his hands touched bare skin of his ass.

"Oh? Naughty boy. I'm pretty sure you were wearing them this morning in the urinals. Where did they go hmm?" Lewis asked as he gripped his chin between his fingers.

"Susie…. Susie took them…were wet. Toto made them wet." Esteban couldn't help but blush hotly as those words tumble out of his mouth. Arousal clouding his mind as he rutted against the older man. George cooed at those words as he slipped his finger into Estaban's loose and puffy hole.

"He is really fucked out Lew." George said dazedly.

"Well then that should make things easier, doesn't it Georgie? Let's have some fun!" Lewis said as he guided both men to the floor. George and Lewis proceeded to devour Estaban, intending to send him back to Toto and Susie in a debauched state. It was a long time before either of them stepped out of the sim room.

#summerofcum2023 #formula 1 #esteban ocon #lewis hamilton #george russell #toto wolff #susie wolff

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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Also curious about 9 and 21... :)

Thanks for dropping back back in! :DDDDD

9. Hmmmm, no unfinished fics; but I have a few free-floating metas around. Two? three? that are for the randomfoggytiger Christmas presents. And, actually, I might have one in my drafts that I forgot about. (Drafts are mostly filled with fic lists and a sentence or two to flesh out later.)

21. Quite a few! ;))) I treasure each tag and I treasure the repeat readers or viewers who like my work and I treasure the rare drop-in. All have their advantages, and all are the spice of life~.

However, my specific, prominent memories were a bit long; so I had to include a cut.

You replying to each and every one of my HTGSC meta posts with an enthusiastic gif really, really made the work I put into that series worth it and more. I looked forward to putting out each post and running to the tags to read you and @baronessblixen and @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure comments (all of which I treasure); and I'd even include sections or points I thought would be particularly interesting for the three of you to come across organically as you read. ;)))

The support behind my first "Musical" X-Files episode edit was so kind that I pop them open to reread occasionally; and it was @baronessblixen's enthusiasm for the section where Scully walks in and the music softly changes that gave me the extra push to work on the next one--TINH: Scully's Solo-- which I believe is my favorite despite its inadequate lip sync at times (that song gets me every time.) Not to mention she and @demon-fetal-harvest left the first two (of three) comments that still make me tear up, mainly because it was such a rewarding moment for an editingfoggytiger.

I've already said every single comment on "Son of Egypt" because it was my first fic and everyone I tagged piled on and left something so, so wonderful in the reblogs; but ALSO every single comment on "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully". The first fic was a shoot-from-the-hip, the second was more "planned"; and I couldn't be more awed and thrilled that both were so well-received.

Specific fic moments that meant a lot (because I'll do an overview sometime before the New Year, I've just decided): @baronessblixen loving the banter in my longer, bantery fics ("Time Passing in Moments" and "Something Approaching a Normal Life" and "I Think He's a Hard Kid to Love"), which is my favorite style to write; @agent-troi crying a little over "The Dead Are Everywhere, Scully", and tagging "naughty naughty puffball" (which I quote in unhealthy doses) on my AU Queequeg fic ("Regardless of His Actions Last Night"); @amplifyme's poignant encouragement as I flexed my writing muscle (and that my Krycek fic was one of her reblogs~); @perpetually-weirdening and @baronessblixen enjoying the comedy I didn't know I'd written into "How Much You're Like Ahab"; @nachosncheezies's tags on "My Religious Convictions Are Hardly the Issue Here" making me feel like a peacock; and @xxsksxxx and @tossingmyglossymane and @stephy-gold and @wexleresque (and agent-troi and you!) enjoying how all their prompts turned out~. (And every single comment on “Kids Today, Huh?” because it was out of my canon wheelhouse and I worked hard to maintain their more mature relationship while sidestepping IWTB and Revival requirements.)

And I just wrapped up Eight Nights of Mulder-- my second fic event (and first personally created event! with friends!)-- with fics I'd written the previous month; and, though their style was a bit wonky for my norm (weird writer things that happen), they turned out alright, I think. The comments on Day 2 (and the not-Hanukkah wedding swan getting broken) were a highlight, ngl. ;)))

And that's that! XDDD It was long; but I had a lot to say, apparently.

Drop in anytime; and thanks, again, for the ask! :DDD

#asks #welsharcher #fanfic asks #this one got looooooooooooooooooong #and believe it or not I chopped it short

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beholdme · 2 years ago

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Wip emoji game - 🤔🗣❔️

🤔Do you have an WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character?

Hmmmm, I don't think so. I've always been very happy with the fandoms I'm in while I'm in them. I will say that occasionally while I was writing tma fics I would long for the engagement of bigger fandoms like "I could put other characters in here and get more comments" but really that's just hot air. I love all my blorbos and write them where they belong.

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

For Sandman, I really want to write something with Desire... They are just so sexy and so gender. There isn't really a ship with them but I have a doc and I am playing with some ideas. I don't know if I'll ever get it finished, but we shall see!

Do I just want them to rail Hob Gadling?? Very possible.

❔Choose a random WIP and talk about it.

I don't know which WIP to pick, so here's a snippet from the next chapter of post tenebras lux, which is my EricMichael WIP. Your honour, I love them ^^

“Easy with the vodka, old man,” Michael chided when Eric’s hand slipped and he poured in almost twice as much as the recipe called for.

There was the zip and pop of over-reaction and immediately the room filled with the scent of lemon zest, spearmint and spirits, strong enough to make their eyes water.

“It’ll probably be fine, right?” Eric said hopefully, peering into the cauldron. It was bright blue and swirling with incandescent eddies.

“For what?” Michael was already getting giggly, a hand held over his mouth. “Removing hair?”

Eric laughed, breathy and floaty. Fuck, he was already getting high. He shook his haze away, drawing a sigil in the air above the cauldron while his head was still clear enough. With the murmur of an incantation, the cauldron popped out of sight.

Hopefully, the randomly appearing cauldron at the bottom of the Thames wouldn’t bother anyone.

“Well, that’s one way to deal with it.” Michael was flushed, a goofy look on his face. His task sat abandoned, pots half-filled with burn ointment. It would keep for later when his hands were steady again.

Eric gave into the urge to laugh, bending over almost double, hands clutching his stomach. Michael joined in, the pair of them just standing around and laughing at nothing while the remaining fumes intoxicated them.

When Eric thought he might be sick from it, he yanked open the door and dragged Michael outside with him, stumbling out the back door and into the relatively fresh air of the side alleyway.

The giddiness faded a bit with time, and they were left standing opposite each other, propping up their respective walls while the morning drizzle washed their mirth away. The alley was very narrow, barely six feet wide, the two buildings looming up on either side of the secret space.

Michael watched Eric with a loose, hazy look of appreciation. He was wearing a tank top that day, his dark jeans ripped at the knees, blonde hair shaggy where it was growing just past his ears. He had each of his earlobes pierced twice then, and he wore a small silver hoop in each one.

It was no mystery to Michael that he loved Eric, even then. Their kiss had wiped away any illusions about his feelings, though his heart had been loyal to Eric from almost the very first day in the library. He knew it was different for Eric, so much more complicated, but it never mattered. Michael just loved him, with his heart and soul, with every action, because that was who he was.

Now, pliant and indulgent from his high, he can’t stop himself from crossing the space between them, bracketing Eric against the bricks, luxuriating in the heat of his body, the zing and pop of electricty between them. Eric didn’t stop him either, his shoulders moulding into Michael’s grip and his face turned towards him. His expression was soft, full of a desire he usually hid so much better.

Tiny, crystalline raindrops collected on Eric’s dark eyelashes. Michael cupped his face, kissing them away, lips brushing over his eyes with more tenderness than Eric could ever remember being touched with.

“Michael…” Eric’s tone was full of caution, but his hands went to Michael’s elbows, pulling him in closer. They were pressed together, Eric held firm between Michael’s body and the wall.

“Tell me no,” Michael said, voice husky from manic laughter and unhidden lust. His thumbs stroked Eric’s cheeks, their temples resting together, lips so tantalizingly close. “Tell me to get away from you. Tell me I’m not allowed to want you.”

Eric considered it. He tried, his mouth opened to speak, but came up empty. The words wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to lie to Michael, no matter how much easier he thought it would make things. How much simpler things would be if he didn’t let their attraction complicate their lives.

“Yes,” Eric said instead, all his walls striped away to leave him open and vulnerable. He surged upward, closing the space between them and bringing their mouths together.

#ask game #wips #Eric Delano #Michael Shelley #Desire of the Endless

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sardonic-sprite · 2 years ago

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For funsies Imma just answer all the questions 😝 Also, Q, I'll get to your asks as soon as I can!

Don't exactly get the phrasing of this question, but I guess what I'm proud of with my writing would be that I've been able to overcome blocks more often lately

Not quite "outlining" but improving my direction. Having a sense of where I'm gonna take a story rather than hang on for dear life as it drags me around.

I assume this means new chapter on a fic that was a one shot? Basically I figure out what makes having it a one-shot dissatisfying and then decide what openings were left in the story to fix that

Every time I open the doc, I read the fic through from the beginning (or beginning of the chunk/scene I'm going to continue) and flag or change things as I see them. Rinse and repeat.

Alfred. He's fucking hard. Jason's easy though. Like, frighteningly so. Damian is also pretty easy, but I don't naturally choose him very often.

So often this happens when I've written a line or an exchange that I find really funny or powerful, but just can't figure out where to go next. I try to cling to everything on the page and it messes me up, because while it might be fun, it doesn't actually work practically in the story.

I consider if I can move those lines to another place in the story or to another story entirely. Then I consider, regardless of where I could put them, can I delete them from right here? Usually I can, and I go back up a few paragraphs from the gap and start over.

So I took a deep dive into novel advice for my manuscript which I NEED to get back to but it's just so nebulous and daunting... 😭 Anyway, what's really stuck with me is character over plot. I can have the coolest series of events, but it will be meaningless unless my characters (or DC's but whatever) grow and change (or stay true to themselves despite strain).

Dialogue, no question. It is the single most common compliment I receive, and it's also just super fun!

Hmmmm. Maybe how sporadic it is. I'll obsess over a work for some short period of time then drop it completely for like 3 months while I attend to other works. I feel like, if I'd started the prose, it makes the work disjointed. But alas, I've tried to force myself to complete one work before moving on, but it just gets me frustrated and stuck.

So until like, eh, a month ago, I didn't. Now what I seem to do with short fics is take my idea and just start writing a ways, until I get to a point where I'm halfway stuck. Then I scribble notes about what WILL happen, as a guideline for me to go in later and turn those lines into actual prose. For long fics it's very similar... actually it might be the same.

So my current story is like, 10 simultaneously. The ones I'm cowriting are inspired by my cowriters. Another one was inspired by my own stress and yet another by "bane" bc I needed the fluff. My inspiration comes from all sorts of places

Fight scenes lmao. It's really difficult for me to picture people and spaces let alone actions. I have to stop and try to run blocky mental animation to know what people are doing, then translate it to words, then go reassure myself that the words aren't too clunky and don't disrupt the pacing of a fight. Also, some concepts I come up with. Young, Innocent, and Righteous is one, and the last June of Doom fic is another. I know that things I do in them either aren't MY usual or aren't a general taste, so I worry sometimes about how they'll be received.

Hmmm. I mean specific lines in specific stories sometimes, but it's not as though there's a thematic Thing I always do that I want people to notice.

Hmmmmmm. My word choice I think is most often influenced by my narrator. Damian uses bigger or older words, because he wants to seem more mature, and was raised to be highly formal. Bruce uses adult words too, but not to the level of Damian, because his sophistication is natural, not for show. Jason gets big words sometimes, but he also gets slang and cusses, because he's a literarure-loving Alley brat (affectionate). Examples below 😊

Yes. I've finally broken through a wall on the ages-old requested fics, but I'm also spazzing because June is almost over and I spent so long finishing the challenge I don't have much else prepared. I'm proud of finishing the challenge, but also overloaded because I have SO MANY ideas and not as much time as I thought to write them. And then there's the manuscript looming over me that I poke at with a stick then run away from

So I go through moods of reading and writing, and when I'm doing one frequently, I'm hardly touching the other. However, if I'm writing and get stuck or hesitant, but what I'm working on matches the vibe of something I've read, I run and find that fic to springboard off of it

Hmmm. I don't pay that much attention to this, honestly. Someone told me recently that she was surprised and proud of how I took really ugly emotions like guilt and regret and grief and actually explored them in "big brother" because humans generally don't want to deal with those feelings. But I didn't think I was doing that conciously while I wrote

I've been an envysparkler fangirl for a long time. Her Jason and Tim works really got me hooked on the batfam, and give me lots of feels and inspiration. But I also admire the people I write with now, for their passion and love for the characters and stories

The absolute randomest times I swear. I'll be in the middle of something and get an idea and be like Oh shit theres another one now 😂

Narrator/word choice examples:

Here's bruce in "bane": (cw for referenced sexual assault)

Thirty seconds of silence followed Tim’s explanation. A massive portion of Bruce’s terror corroded into disgust and horror as he imagined – tried not to imagine – a faceless, eons-old woman forcing herself on his teenage son.

Words like "portion" "corroded" "eons" and the phrase "forcing herself on" aren't what the general population would use, but neither are they words that make general audiences pull out a dictionary. Bruce isn't forcing his education in your face, but it is noticeable

Here's Damian in a WIP:

The goal of the contest was to win ten consecutive victories, and thereby freedom for your party. Damian understood that the Ghavka-La, their extraterrestrial captors, thought that desperation to save loved ones' lives would make their competitors fight more brutally – more entertaingly – but in his observance, it just froze them stiff and made them easy prey for the trained champions.

Words like "consecutive" "thereby" "extraterrestrial" "observance" you might not actually need a dictionary for, but they don’t flow like typical thoughts. They're older and have more syllables. Damian's grammar is also more formal and complex. He wants you to think he's sophisticated, and you can't help but notice.

And finally, here's an upscale Jason in the last June fic:

And on he went, cobbling together the most hobbit-hole-like picture he could for them all: warm, cozy, and full of good things. Whatever he had memorized of Tolkien's words, he used, and filled in other lore with as good a mimicry of the prose as he could manage, making gentle references to the kids and things they knew of, trying to welcome them into a world where Dark things were fated to have a final end

"Cobbling' "mimicry" "prose" are pretty rare words, and the grammar and flow are highly prosaic as well. Not to mention the actual literature references, so Jason's very much lining up with bruce and damian here. Right now he wants to be seen as comforting, so he takes on a friendly storyteller vibe, informed by the stories HE loves.

But now here's the contrast, which is also 100% all-natural jason todd: (cw for referenced harm to a minor)

Jason wanted to cry. Or vomit. Or scream, or most of all rip the bars apart, get his hands on a weapon and finish the goddamn job he’d started (failed, hissed his mind) and kill everyone who could hurt a tiny four-year-old with a goddamn bow on her shirt so badly that the sight of any adult caused her to panic.

"Goddamn" twice in one sentence lol, accompanied by violent thoughts. This is someone who's seen ugly things and doesn't much care to mince his words. Worth noting that my jason swears much more when he's angry or emotionally charged, and usually for emphasis. He wants to unleash his anger ao there's the words. However, the very next paragraph...:

But he forced down that rage, because he knew even his most righteous anger was violent, and violence was not going to help him reassure these kids that the last thing he’d ever do was hurt them

The cussing is gone. We've gone from "rip" and "kill" to just vague and higher brow "violence" and while we aren't storytelling, we're in a pretty normal-sounding range of expression.

So basically, Bruce sounds like an educated adult in any circumstance and doesn't pay attention to that, Damian sounds like an English-language overacheiver in any circumstance and likes that, and Jason is a linguistic chameleon, changing vocabulary and syntax based on what's around him.

Since this has been a hella long tangent anyway, here's a fun fact: when I was younger I was Damian and I had to actually work on toning it down with a speech therapist (among other things) and now I'm Jason 😁

WRITER ASKS

Thanks for the tag @liiilyevans! I do love an ask game.

What are you most proud of your writing right now?

Is there something you're specifically working on to improve your writing?

What is your process for going about writing a new chapter?

Describe your editing process.

Is there a character's voice that you struggle with? What about one you find easy to write?

Where you do find yourself "hung up" while writing?

What methods do you use to get out of "hang ups" while writing?

What piece of advice did you hear/read recently that's been helping you to improve your writing?

What do you feel that you are naturally talented with in terms of creative writing?

Do you have any personal pet peeves about your writing that you're working to change?

How do you plan out your story writing process? For chapters and/or the entire story?

Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

Do you have anything you are self-conscious about in your writing?

Is there something you wish readers would pick up on more in your stories?

Talk to me about how you go about word choice. Do you have an example of your writing that you're particularly proud of clever word choice?

Where are you currently at in your writing mindset? Frustrated? Excited? Focused? Other?

How do you use reading material to help you with your own writing?

Are there emotions that come to you easily while writing? Or ones that are difficult for you to describe?

Who is another author (fanfic or otherwise) that you admire? Why?

When do you get most of your ideas and inspiration for writing?

(Never pressure) tags: @merlinsbbeard @charmsandtealeaves @kay-elle-cee @athenasparrow @quotidian-oblivion @jfleamont @itsjamespotter

#sprite said #sprite wrote #bc of the snippets #thanks for the tag!#tag game #i went overboard #oh well #lessons in characterization via prose

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lunarsands · 2 years ago

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Callback to this post after finishing my rewatch of Sausage’s S1 and I have Many Thoughts.

(Edit: added point #5 because I forgot something!)

1. Never mind the last portal to light, what if one of the ruined portals leads in from Sanctuary? Imagine S2 Sausage stumbles in and has no idea what is happening, and maybe at that time all of the various Bubbles have returned to their home realities? Maybe he explores the other lit portals in an attempt to get home (because maybe the one he came through is still ruined on that side?) BUT he finds each world in flames because the Evil King/Warlock!Sausage (see #3 for a theory) also came through and ransacked each one for any magic he could find? But some of it somehow starts to look familiar to S2 Sausage... (Side note: in each world a Bubbles leads him to the portals that go back to the Council space)

Readmore for a few S1 and S2 spoilers:

And if that final portal leads to Afterlife, then maybe it automatically takes him to where Angel!Sausage is sleeping, and then Pearl has to send S2 Sausage back to S2 Empires and he’s very confused as to why a version of himself is napping in a goddess’ house.

2. Theory that S2 Sausage using too much Sanctuary magic equates to S1 Sausage overusing reality hopping magic (never did get that castle interior, huh), which causes some of this tangled reality mess

3. Backing up to the last episode of S1: What actually happened when Warlock!Sausage consumed the Xornoth crystal?? That laughter did not sound like Sausage, so could this have been an alternate Xornoth, since the main timeline version of Xornoth died with Scott? And so:

Could we have an alternate Xornoth inhabiting the body of Warlock!Sausage who in turn could have some of Sausage’s reality hopping powers but hadn’t been able to unlock them, but this Xornoth can, and this is The Evil King in S2? And with some of Warlock!Sausage still in there, he’s greedy for magic power and set on hunting down this guy who resembles the S1 Sausage he once knew (and could actually be that Sausage).

3a. We also have this statement from Sausage in ep 46: "I can literally control space and time, go to alternate realities, and warp dimensional beings together to form one thing."

Hey, uh...what was that last part? Excuse me?? O_o Alternate Xornoth gets access to that, too?

3b. The whole speech Warlock!Sausage gave in ep 45 has S2 Evil King vibes imo (wanting unlimited power, Mythland covered in ashes).

4. Speaking of that speech, uh, whoops, Cynthrey and I accidentally copied that “unable to die” part in our initial post full of S2 theories with S2 Sausage actually being an immortal S1 Sausage, and my little fic blurb that I’m still not sure what to follow up with. XD (we’ve been way off on the other theories so I’m not going to link it but I dunno, this one might still hold some water)

Now all we’re missing is Sausage actually meeting himself... Although, re: point 3a, what happens if all these disparate versions of Sausage get “warped” back into one again? Hmmmm...

5. EDIT: I FORGOT THIS QUOTE: "Actually, I'm trying to do another road connecting multiple realities together through like an interstellar highway but that's coming up later on. I just need a magical staff for that one."

If the Staff of Mythland shows up in S2 I STG.

#empires smp #empires smp s1 #empires smp s2 #MythicalSausage #empires theories #empires smp spoilers #just in case #empiressmp #mythical sausage #edit forgot a note

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someone1348 · 4 years ago

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Another one *mind blown!*

Haha anyways enough of me being werid here is a small fic because i feel soft today and its been a good day! Let's goooo!

People in this: Ler!Techno and Lee!Tommy

(PLATONIC!!!)

Plot: Baby Tommyint was left alone for Techno to babysit while phil and will went out to the store, what could go wrong

Tw: None this is so soft and adorable i can't

With that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Munchkin

It felt like a normal afternoon, wasting the day in his room, punching things, ploting ideas on how to over throw the government. You know the normal Techno things when,

"Tech! Im going out to the grocery store and im taking Will with me! You're in charge of Tommy while we're out! No killing him, hurting him, handing him dangrous objects or burning down the house while we're gone! K'?!"

No! This can't be happening! Technoblade jumped out of his bed rushing down the stairs to confront his dad and slightly younger brother.

"Woahwoahwoahwoah! You can't do this to me! You know how i am with kids! Me and children do not mix! Why can't you take him with you? Or Will stays and watches him while i go with you"

"Sorry Tech my mind is made up, we are leaving, now be nice and no murder got it"

"But-"

"Techhh"

"Ughhhhh fine! Fine! I wont punt the kid"

"Good, let's go will"

"Coming!" Will smirked at techo sticking out his tongue

Techno glared at him before waving the two off turning around to see the younger who had already reached out to touch Techno's long hair before retracting his hand back.

"No touch"

"Lame" the tiny blonde went to his room getting a cheese stick while techno rolled his eyes going to his own room down the hall

'This is going to be a long night'

Its not that Techno hated kids he just didn't know how to take care of them and that didn't sit well with him there was just something about em' he couldn't ever figure it out.

Not even two minutes later a small knock was placed on his door.

He sighed "yesssss"

"You're supposed to take care of me"

"And?" Techno said opening up the door

"And im bored so fix it, play with me!" the young one said staring up at the pink haired male

"Yeah no, fix it yourself bud im not playing with you"

Tommy rolled his eyes going downstairs hoisting himself with all his might onto the big couch rolling over onto one of the cushions just barley making it, catching his breath before turning on the tv to some cartoon he liked.

Tommy groaned annoyed from boredom and a bit sad that his big brother didn't wanna play with him.

Soon enough he began to cry a bit quickly whiping them away, he's a big man afterall he doesn't cry! But he just wants to play with his big brother.

Light footsteps approached the kid

"You cryin'?"

"N-no! I dont cry! Im a big man!"

"Mhm, come here" Techno sat next to the blonde pulling him into a hug

Techno didn't understand what was happening or what he just did but something in him was different, Tommy was family and no way in hell was he gonna let him cry.

He lightly sighed turning off the Tv "What do you wanna play butthead"

"PIRATES!!!"

The pinkette couldn't stop the growing smile on his face and he let this new found playful attitude take over him

'Ah what the hell what did he have to lose'

"Arggggg!" Techno said with his deep/raspy voice "prepare to walk the plank matey!"

"Argg no! Its you who walks the plank!" Tommy stood up pointing a pencil at techo

"Ah ha but that's were you're wrong see i also have defense!" He grabbed another pencil from the nearby coffee table pointing it eraser end at the kid as to not harm him with the sharp side

"Uhh whats the word? I dont know how to say it"

"On gaurd!"

"Yeahh!! Ha!" Baby Tommy said taking a swing at his older brother as the two slapped there pencils together like swords

"Boop! I win!!" Tommy said as he poked the pencil into Techno's chest

"Ahh nooo you got me!" Techno flopped down on his back snatching Tommy up in the process lifting him in the air and back down as he giggled up a storm.

Techno safely put the pencils back, drawing his attention back to his younger brother.

"You know stabbing me was not cool Tommy" Techno joked with the kid as Tommy's smile turned into a frown

"Sorry! I- i didn't-"

"You need to be careful who you mess with Tom's because they might come back to bite you!"

He swiftly picked up the kid again, as he squeaked, digging into his stomach soft enough to not hurt him of course but definitely enough to tickle alot

"EE! NAHAHAHAHA TEHEHEHE" the kid tried to say his name but couldn't which to that Techno smirked and continued his tickle attack.

"This is what happens when you mess with the wrong person kid" He lightly giggled and tickled the boys sides

"Eee! HAHAaha tehehechnoho! Stahahap!"

"Hmmmm nope! Tickletickletickletickle"

He teased the boy switching between his sides and stomach occasionally dipping quickly into his bellybutton to watch him squeak every so often.

"nahahAHAhahAH! tehe-HEHEheHEY!"

"Im gonna getcha'!"

"Nohohoho!"

The older squeezed his knee earning a quick kick before using the end of his long braided pink hair to tickle his neck

"Pfft ehehew get awahahay"

Techno laughed and wiggled the pink hair all over his face to keep him giggling

"Ehehewww it got in my mouth! Haha"

"Thats what you get punk" He ruffled the blonde's hair and sat him up straight.

"You want ice cream?"

The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded rapidly

"Okay okahay let's go" he carried the boy with one hand to the kitchen making a small bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry.

"Thank you Technooo!"

"Anytime Munchkin, but you can't tell Phil or Will about this Okay?"

The boy nodded shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

As the boy finished techno put the bowl in the sink filling it with water.

The door opened

"We're home!!"

"DAD! WILL!!" the youngest ran out to greet his family hugging their legs tightly

"Welcome back"

"How was it?"

"Really good actually"

"Yeahh!" The kid agreed jumping up and down.

"Good im glad that's great news, maybe i should leave you two alone more often"

"Sounds good to me"

"Im shocked" Will said laughing a bit

"Ha ha you're hilarious" Techno said in his usual sarcastic tone

"Tech Tech can we play again pleaseeeeeee"

"Its getting late we will play tomorrow yeah?"

"Ughhh willlll can we please play piano gameee pleaseee"

"You heard the man it's getting late go to bed Champ"

"Okayyyyy G'night Techno! G'night Dadza! G'night Willl!"

"Goodnight Munchkin'" Techno ruffled the boy's hair before pushing him lightly making him giggle and ran to his room.

"Munchkin?" Phil said smirking

"Oh shut your mouth old man"

"You wanna go tech"

"Uhhhhh ha ha ill be in my room it was nice! Goodnight everyone ha ha ha-ZOOM!" he ran out and nervously laughed as Phil laughed and and smiled

"You'll get him one day dadza"

"Oh i plan on it as soon as the fucker wakes up"

"Hahaha"

"You're not safe either will" he smirked at him as will booked it to his room too

"Hahaha"

Phil smiled and walked to his room leaving on the bathroom light for Tommy.

"Goodnight boys!"

"Night dad!!"

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Please! This was so adorable to make im definitely making a part two! I hope y'all enjoyed :]

#ler!technoblade #ler!techno #lee!tommyinnit #lee!Tommy #sbi tickle fic #dreamsmp tickle fic #dream smp tickle #mcyt tickle #k writes tk things

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years ago

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11, 41, and 61 (for Play Nice) please and thanks!

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Hmmmm, I think I mostly write them in order, but there are also definitely times where I'm aggressively confronted by the blank page with no idea how to start, so I just start working on the main plot point or a scene that I've been wanting to write, and then go back and write an opening later. Or I get an idea really suddenly while I'm walking my dog and want to make sure I don't lose it, so I speed write it on my phone with no context. 😅

There are also definitely times during edit or after a vomit draft where I go back and rearrange scenes or fill in gaps that I noticed with new moments to help the pacing.

Chapters 7 - 9 of Play Nice were actually written totally out of order because of this. Originally, a draft of Chapter 8 came directly after Chapter 6, but when I read them together as a whole, the pacing of the relationship progression didn't feel quite right. So, I wrote drafts of Chapter 7 and Chapter 9 to go between the two, and then, obviously, thought that the plot points in 9 made more sense taking place after 8. lol

The reveal of AFO not being Shigaraki's real Dad was also originally at the end of Chapter 6 instead of 8. Chapter 8 went through a couple of different endings that ranged from locker room sex to a specific fight they have (both of which have now been reworked into later chapters lol). So the order that was all written in was: 6 -> 8 ->7 -> 9. with a few scenes shuffled between all four😅

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

Haha, why our king Tomura of course!! Also, am really enjoying my current WIP's with Dabi, Overhaul, and Toga. Anything with the League of Villains is always a good time.

But back in the day, I also wrote a lot of Yugioh fanfiction with Yami Bakura or Yami Marik, not to mention Phantom of the Opera fanfiction. So, I guess I've always had a pretty specific type, lol.

61. In [Play Nice], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Oooooooh, that's tough. It might be cheating since it's not one scene, but I'm really attached to Chapter 10. The backstory and layout of that chapter is what made me decide to expand Play Nice into a multi-chapter fic in the first place, and I'm pretty dang happy with how it turned out.

Ngl though, any time I get to write Shigaraki and MC being bratty with each other is a good time. So the swim lesson in 8 and the smut/tutoring scene in 5 were a lot of fun to write. :)

#spice answers #thank yooooouuuu!

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penguinmusings · 1 year ago

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Toshi POV - I’m not sure I have a good grasp on writing from his perspective yet, so I’m excited to read yours. He really has such an unique perspective on Sho-and-Kei. I imagine he moved out later than Shinji so he probably spent a lot of time...well... being so close to them and growing up with Sho but not really being a part of Sho-and-Kei. Of course, Toshi is a cheery kid and he likely had outside friends that Sho didn’t have. It’s a different perspective than, say, Son who is 100% an outsider and new to Sho-and-Kei.

On Son - I think he gives a great look on what Sho might have been like if he grew up without Kei... Son had his sister but he didn’t have someone like Kei, you know? He still turned out pretty alright but... I wonder if Sho would have remained more somber, less trusting and playful, having to take care of Shinji and Toshi (and later Shinji ‘unravelling’ so to speak).

Hehe~ I’m excited to hear more about your blood bond meta where they’re both vampires. Can they hear thoughts or know what each other is feeling easier?

We have so many Other Things to discuss... but that’s the fun thing with Moon Child I guess. So much to play with.

Angry, protective Kei hehe. I’m honoured to be a reason why it’s on your list. I remember we spoke about it under the...Sho comes home hurt story (the name has escaped my mind) and I just wanted, so badly, to have Kei do something. Kei would lecture Sho because his little one was being stupid and reckless and he should have told Kei if he was going, but he isn’t...ever truly angry with Sho. But when it comes to the hooligans that abandoned him? Or the people they were stealing from that shot at Sho? That’s a different story.

I...I’m also guilty at overemphasizing pouty!Sho sometimes...he’s just so cute and whiney with Kei, ahaha. Kei’s lucky Sho isn’t the kind of guy who would use that to get what he wants or...it’s lethal.

dkgjf;sgjdfksl the fact that it’s “Wiping the Other’s Tears Away” T___T I can see it too. Is it Moon Child if it isn’t heartbreaking?

*grabby hands* I’ll watch out for your Whumptober fics.

Yes, soooo many WIPs. Inception AU is...I only have one scene down hahaha. Sex Talk just needs editing so maybe I’ll post that soon :)) and yes! Co-sleeping might be posted scene by scene (like a drabble) than a one-shot...I haven’t really decided. But if it’s scene by scene then I can go back and add more..hmmmm...

Cold Fingers is the one where it’s Hot and they’re hanging out with the gang and Sho just can’t keep his hands off Kei. Like tugging him close or leaning against his bare arm... and Kei pulling his hair away to rest a palm on Sho’s nape... because Kei is always cold (or cooler than other people) and it’s just so hot. Of course, the kicker is that it’s in Son’s POV and he’s 0___0 the entire time, haha. And when he tries to ask Sho (because how can he ever ask Kei), Sho’s confused because they’ve always been like this? Are they together or are they not together, hmmmmmmmm

Baby vampire being hungry and...just...giving in to those urges. Kei having to teach him (”teach” but it’s really mainly instinct) and feeling guilty and disgusted. Kei has a lot of conflicting feelings because he hates to feed himself but he knows Sho needs to, especially as new vampire, and it hurts to see Sho refusing to feed. It’s hypocritical and complicated...

Ask and you shall receive~

I always imagined Sho having a tough time learning to...well... be a vampire without Kei and also, by that time skip, he is truly alone.

Without giving too much away (mainly because I haven't built on it much yet), I think Sho...doesn't Choose in the same way Kei does. Maybe when they hunt together and things are Better, he does, but not in the beginning when he's so disgusted with himself, so afraid and horrified that he runs away from Kei and Hana. But he's so hungry and he wants to survive until he can see Kei again so--

Sho did not have a good time mentally and when he meets Kei again, he might have told Kei about what he's done and. Kei is...Disgusted and guilty and it's all his fault for turning Sho. It takes sometime for them to reconcile what's happened during the time skip I guess...

(@kalira Don't mind this if you've already seen it, ahaha. I was just reminded as I was replying to your other post. (My ability to use Tumblr is non-existent). Do we need to tag every reblog?)

Sleep in the Space Between

T; 620 words Kei & Sho

Kei slips in to bed, sharing a quiet, close moment on the cusp of rest as Sho relaxes, balanced between peace and worries worn soft by years.

A sleepy introspective Sho moment the idea for which was sparked by some conversation with @penguinmusings a while back!

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 3 years ago

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just because you’re afraid it doesn’t mean you’re broken.

Titans 3.05

once more into the cold dark void of the internet with my stream-of-consciousness take on a superhero tv show...

spoilers ahead.

1. i cannot believe that among the first things i get to hear in this episode with my own two ears is the line 'eluded our overdudes'. why must you give me such pain along with so much joy, show?

1.5. scarecrow stringing jason along on this path to red-hood-dom is not something i would’ve ever expected, but does kind of make sense.

1.55. i don’t know all the details of the original resurrection arc in the comics but i like that jason, weirdly, has a greater role to play in his own demise and rebirth? i think it makes it easier to draw a line between his past trauma, the demonstrably shitty and terrifying responsibility of being robin, the ways bruce and the titans wronged him, his responses to that, the reasons he turns to scarecrow, and his final evolution to red hood. it makes for a smoother character arc rather than a one that was interrupted for two decades before somebody went oh hey let’s resurrect that kid that the audience once voted to kill and make him an anti-hero!

1.75. what’s crane giving him? anti fear toxin? anyway, crane is a fucking creep and i’m not sure i want to see a whole lot of him on my screen.

2. oh, um, heads up: there’s a long sequence of unsteady cam + flickering lights right after the title card upto the 3:16 mark. it’s a bit headache-inducing so if you want to skip, you can go ahead and do that.

2.45. that’s... weird... why would he dream about... donna...

ok, who am i kidding. i’m going to jump right into my theory about Why Titans Makes Sense Actually because the show itself is apparently not interested in explaining itself:

a) it makes no sense for jason to be conjuring up donna--who famously did not care much for him!--in his dreams. (he wasn’t even there when she died.) or for her to be telling him don’t go or there’s still time.

b) this leads me to think that that’s actually donna, in some sort of limbo between life and death, the kind of place where jericho used to be

c) rachel has demonstrated that she has the power to link the minds of the titans across great distances--she called jason and hank/dawn for help in 2.01, she linked up everybody later in the season, projected dick’s hallucination of his father into their brains without even realising she was doing it, and in the finale, she managed to get dick into conner’s brain. she’s in themyscira now. is this how she gets donna back to life? but reaching out to her in that non-space between life and death?

d) the next obvious question is: why isn’t donna appearing in the dreams of the other titans? she probably is, but they have better reason to be dreaming about her since they were actually close to her, unlike jason.

e) but why would she warn jason in particular? does she foresee jason entering the afterlife--however briefly? does she have an idea of what jason plans to do and what he will become?

f) anyway, more trippy mindscapes and weird psychic powers, yay!

2.5. my heart clenched when bruce comforted jason post-nightmare: clearly i’ve been reading way too much batfam fic. this is a side of bruce we haven’t really been told to expect by all the characters on the show calling him a ‘psychopath’ (*cough*unreliablenarrators*cough*) and him getting jason to speak to a professional speaks volumes about the kind of self-reflection he’s done post dick’s departure, and maybe some of the regrets he has with regards to how he dealt with dick’s traumas.

i mean, just look at him when jason dismisses his concerns! BRUCE IS TRYING JASON

anyway, i have a whole lot more i want to say about this, but i’ll save it for later.

also: LESLIE THOMPKINS!!!!

3. i really like molly--and i love that she’s a friend from before jason got taken in by bruce, the implication that they meet up regularly and that she’s a grounding influence on him (tho clearly not grounding enough to not go along with his dumbass idea about confronting a child trafficker alone).

3.5. aw, jason. robin was his armour against everything in the world that would throw him down and chew him to bits, but san francisco proved that even robin wasn’t enough to protect him. it’s really interesting how ‘disillusionment with the idea of robin’ is so integral to the traumas of both dick and jason but in such different ways.

4. LESLIE!!!!!!! i even forgive her office being so goddamn blue because leslie!

4.5. it makes so much sense for titans!verse leslie to be a therapist, because this show is so inward looking anyway, and therapist sessions are a useful tool to showcase this character work in a story. besides, at least in fanfic, leslie often seems to double up as a counsellor anyway.

4.6. oh man. i’m not terribly convinced by walters’ red hood (tho i think that may be the point--argh. i’ll come back to this thought later. have to stop getting distracted!) but he plays the asshole kid that’s trying not to let any real emotion seep through really well.

“you’d like me to punch you, wouldn’t you”

5. not sure what to think of batman’s little trophy case other than the show winking unsubtly at us and going look look - catwoman! the riddler! two face! you excited yet?! it’s like the scene from the end of amazing spiderman 2 when they were trying to drum up excitement for a sinister six spinoff by having harry osborne walk by a bunch of display cases with stuff from iconic villains in them.

... but then again, bruce does like to display a lot of shit in his batcave, including his dead robin’s bloodstained costume, so.

5.5. bruce is so soft with jason it’s killing me. beyond just trying to learn from his mistakes with dick, it speaks to his own genuine desire to balance his dedication to gotham with doing the best by his sons, although he’s often not successful with that.

i love that titans is really playing the long game with bruce wayne, with each season and character-perspective sliding in fresh pieces of a bigger puzzle. titans’ bruce has always been a phantom of other peoples’ making, but now we’re getting the idea that he’s a whole lot more complicated than other people make it seem.

5.75. it really recontextualises some of his actions from previous seasons: the fact that he locked dick out of his security systems in 1.06 is likely his way of respecting dick’s independence and his desire not to be associated with batman/gotham anymore. jason knowing about bruce’s tracker while dick doesn’t is probably bruce trying to be more honest and upfront with his charges. bruce sending jason packing off to sanfran to spend time with the titans is probably not him passing on a big responsibility to dick (as i first uncharitably thought) but him trying to get jason out of the toxic influence of gotham for a while and a sign of his trust in dick as a leader and a mentor,

5.8. i mean, bruce is a prick, but he’s also human.

6. i think leslie is doing some good work with jason here, though she may have overstepped the line with her line about robin as a construct being projected by a man with BPD. her speculations about bruce’s diagnosis have no place in her session with jason, and if bruce confides in her, an egregious violation of patient-therapist confidentiality.

(about the diagnosis itself... i don’t know. i can’t really confirm or refute this without a whole lot more information, and i’m not sure if the writer of this episode means BPD in the same way an actual professional might.)

6.5. i think a huge thing that gets missed out in a lot of recent comics as well as movies/shows is that bruce didn’t create the robin persona out of whole cloth. dick did. he’s the starting point of that legacy and to call it entirely bruce’s creation is blatant erasure of that. in fact, i’m surprised that dick doesn’t feature more in the conversations they’re having about the pressures of being robin. after all, the guy had been robin--bruce’s partner--for such a long time before jason.

6.8. (and here’s the primal part of me that resonates the deepest with dick grayson--the Eldest Daughter part--that’s sort of resentful: that jason gets the therapy and softness and the learning from mistakes when it took years and years for bruce to reach out in any meaningful way to dick.)

7. oooh that was a great scene!

it’s fun to do these stream-of-consciousness live reactions, because the moment you step down from your soapbox, the episode goes right into tackling what you were just complaining about. bruce means well, he’s learning, but he goes about exactly the wrong way to help jason: taking away robin now can’t be read by jason as anything but a devastating judgment call from bruce. and iain glen really sells the moment that bruce realises this--too late--and his helplessness in trying to get jason to see that it isn’t jason’s fault that he’s trying to do this. he loves jason enough that jason is enough.

7.5. aaaah so jason brings up the elephant in the room at last. dick got everything makes sense from his perspective, where getting to put on a costume and fight crime means approval, means being something stronger and better than you are. dick got to be robin, then nightwing, and a leader of a whole team of other costume-clad heroes.

8. ... how did jason just walk into arkham????? this is ridiculous.

8.3. i mean, clearly jason’s not thinking straight, but betraying batman like this puts his possibilities of being robin again even further away.

8.5. watching that chemistry experiment montage was strangely funny. this guy is looking for an antidote to fear? well, constantly mixing up and inhaling gases concocted by a mad-scientist supervillain is something only the very fearless--reckless to the point of foolishness!--would do. what’s to say crane’s not given you a formula for a drug that will keep you tethered to his every will and whim? hmmmm?

8.7. so he sought out the joker to... test the formula???

9. wow the “loud and clear... boss” hits different after a whole episode of them referring to each other as father and son.

9.3. waitwaitwait HOLD UP. wait a DANG MINUTE. you’re telling me that scarecrow had enough resources that he could not only have folks on the outside steal jason away and dunk him in a lazarus pit (i TOLD you that this show would bring up and dismiss ra’s al ghul in a ten second aside! I TOLD YOU) but also have his own little chemistry lab in the basement, AND have enough resources for jason to build his red hood persona???????? all of this in barely twenty four hours?

well there goes my ‘jason orchestrated his death’ theory. it was nice while it lasted. *cups hands to the sky* fly away, my baby.

9.6. a part of me is gleeful at the rushed nature of such an iconic transformation though, especially when compared to all the character work that went before it. we’re so used to getting the opposite that it’s fucking delightful to have a show that’s more interested in exploring its characters’ minds rather than battle scenes or recreating transformations from the comics. that’s taken such bold and exciting steps to fully convey all the nuances of its most recognisable character, bruce wayne, from casting an older actor to play him to unflinchingly showing just how damaging the vigilante lifestyle has been to him and the people he loves. BRILLIANT

*sporfle*

10. again, heads up: a whole lot of flashing lights between 40:28 and 42:00.

10.3. i guess it’s the super-compressed timeline that’s really throwing me off. where did he have the time to get/develop the mind control thing from? or is it something that he got from the cabal of villains that he intimidated at the beginning of 3.02? very messy.

10.5. i love molly, i hope she shows up again this season.

11. aaaand that’s it! that was a solid episode as flashback episodes go, but now i can’t wait to return to the present.

#titans #titans spoilers #meta #jason todd #bruce wayne #leslie thompkins #a tragic jalebi #robin #red hood

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flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash · 4 years ago

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Irresistible Danger - Part 52

Synopsis: After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 4,063

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: Woo for another chapter! These Friday updates make me even more excited for the weekend, so I hope it does the same for y’all. I also hope you’re ready for this third outing with Negan ;)

Gentle Heat

At 4:57pm, you strode down the hallway and towards the front door of the Sanctuary. You had Ricardo hefted up over your shoulder, and gave him a little twirl reminiscent of a certain leader with his own handy-dandy weapon. Your brain and subconscious walked excitedly on either side of you, both of them happy, content, and finally on the same emotional page since the conversation with Negan last night.

When you informed Ben at the beginning of dinner prep that you had to leave once the food was ready, he had flashed a knowing smirk and gave a sassy ‘mmmm hmmmm’ in response, earning himself a playful shove. He had laughed and then said he’d make sure to leave two containers of leftovers in the fridge for when you got back. When you hadn’t corrected the container amount, he had only grinned harder, and you couldn’t help but smile in return. Ben and Negan would never be best buddies, but you could finally see the potential for them to at least be cordial acquaintances, a thought which caused another of those darned warm and fuzzy feelings in your chest.

Mind returning to the present, you pushed open the heavy front door and squinted into the warm rays of sun that would last for a couple more hours before sinking into the horizon. When your vision had adjusted to the light, you saw that Negan was already waiting at the front gate, gaze fixed in your direction. Fighting the ridiculous grin that tugged at your lips, you started walking purposely across the asphalt towards him, perhaps putting a little more sway to your hips than was necessary. Your eyes took in his tall and delicious form, subconscious almost tripping over its own feet at the sight. A white tee was peeking out the top of his slightly unzipped leather jacket, and his gloved hands held Lucille. Vowing to have them also hold you by the end of the outing, you felt a spark of excitement at the thought of that soft leather running over your skin, this time with no interruptions.

Stopping a foot away from him, both of you raked greedy eyes down over the other. While you tried to be a bit discreet in your ogling, his stare was blatant, taking in your peach-colored t-shirt, form-fitting jeans, and boots. A grin curved those sinful lips as he drawled, “Afternoon, doll.”

Unable to help a tiny smirk in return, you calmly replied, “Good afternoon, Negan.”

Eyes twinkling knowingly, he turned and looked over at the Savior on gate duty. A subtle nod of Negan’s head was all it took for the man to hurriedly unlock and open the well-oiled metal.

Once you were out of view of the Sanctuary and enclosed on all sides by trees, he stopped and turned to you. “Well, doll?”

“Well, what?”

He lifted Lucille straight out in front of him and panned her over the surrounding forest. “You’re running the fucking show, so where to?”

Delight lit up your face at the realization of what he was offering. He’s letting you be in charge this time! Your subconscious procured a red cloak and tiny wicker basket out of thin air and frolicked off into the trees, while your brain took out a magnifying glass and started studying an odd-looking insect resting on a nearby bush. Torn between which one to follow, you landed on a mixture of both, and started off in a random direction with a bit of extra pep in your step, taking everything in.

You wandered around that way for a while, taking the time to explore all the wonders the forest had to offer now that you weren’t faced with a mission of picking berries before the clock ran out. Negan was a good sport about it, following dutifully behind as you slowly meandered around in a haphazard pattern. It dimly registered that you didn’t even hesitate to worry about where you were going, trusting him to reign you in if you strayed too far from the Sanctuary or caused him to lose his bearings.

At one point, you stopped at the sound of rustling, both Lucille and Ricardo raised in readiness. However, the would-be assailants turned out to only be a pair of squirrels. You both stood silent and frozen, watching the furry little creatures happily chase each other through the brush before racing up a tree. Moving on, you stopped at times to inspect certain plants, but since your knowledge on horticulture wasn’t extensive, you refrained from touching the ones that looked foreign. Negan stayed dutifully silent and uncomplaining a few paces behind, as if he knew how much you needed this outing, how much you had needed a bit of fresh air and freedom from the Sanctuary that you didn’t have to steal or that wasn’t dictated by someone else.

However, this was Negan you were talking about, and his patience wasn’t infinite. You knew it had finally worn thin when you abruptly stopped and bent down to smell a pretty yellow flower and heard him give a low groan of frustration. Freezing at the sound, you turned to look at him. He might be standing a few feet away, but his gaze was fixed with laser focus on your bent-over ass.

Interest quickly moving from your surroundings and towards a more arousing topic, you straightened and quipped, “What? I didn’t think we were in a rush to get to grandmother’s house?”

Instantly recognizing the metaphor, his eyes twinkled with both merriment and something a bit darker...something a bit dirtier.

Tongue tucking into his cheek, he looked you down and up before replying, “I didn’t realize that was the game we were playin’, Red. Should’ve fucking said so sooner.”

With that, he strode towards you, his long legs quickly eating up the distance. He fit the Big Bad moniker perfectly in that moment, his eyes glowing wolfishly with intent.

Feeling both adrenaline and desire course through your body, you did the only thing to be expected of Little Red in a situation such as this.

Giving a huff of excitement, you turned tail and ran.

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You must have taken Negan by surprise, because initially you only heard silence in response. You hadn’t even hesitated to consider what to do if he stayed put, instead knowing that he would follow and chase you down. Sure enough, you had only sprinted a short distance before the unmistakable sound of heavy but agile footfalls arose from behind. Grinning, you jumped over a large branch laying across the ground, incredibly glad that the ankle you had twisted during your last forest adventure was healed enough to handle this sudden strenuous activity.

The footsteps grew louder, and you knew he was closing in when you could hear the unmistakable sound of leaves brushing against leather as he pushed past the same hedges as you had only a few seconds earlier. Knowing the chase was almost at an end, you suddenly swerved to the left and darted behind a nearby stout bush that came up to your waist.

Turning around, you expected Negan to burst into view on the other side of the bush...but instead were met with silence. Brows furrowing, you strained to listen, certain he had been just behind you a moment ago. When there was nothing, not even a rustle of foliage, you felt a prickle of worry dart down your spine. Had he fallen? No, surely you would’ve heard that.

“Negan?” you hissed, visions of him being grabbed by an enemy group or knocking himself unconscious the same way you had not too long ago racing through your mind.

Hefting up Ricardo, who you had been clutching in one hand at your hip while running, you slowly went back around the bush and retraced your steps. Trying to walk as lightly as possible, to avoid any unnecessary noise, you had tiptoed about thirty feet and were just passing the wide trunk of some large tree, when a strong arm darted out from behind it and snagged around your waist. Another hand flew over your mouth, cutting off your sharp scream. You registered that it was encased in leather at the same time the hair stood up on the back of your neck, both clues pointing a bright neon arrow to who you captor was.

Before you could decide how to enact your revenge for his deception, he spun you around and pressed your back into the large tree. Surprise and loss of balance from the quick maneuver caused you to drop Ricardo, and a second later his hands pinned yours to the rough bark at the same time that a muscled thigh slid between your legs, anchoring you in place.

Despite sprinting after you through the woods, he didn’t even appear to be breathing heavy, the jerk. Meanwhile, you were making more than a small amount of effort to catch your breath from all the exertion, darn your out-of-shape ass. Course, some of the accelerated breaths could also be a result of having such an attractive alpha male using his entire body to pin you against a tree. Not to mention the way he was staring at you with a devilish glint in his tawny gaze.

Leaning down, his raspy drawl came from right beside your ear as he murmured, “Checkmate, doll. Your move.”

An unexpected rush of emotion rose within you at the words. What had initially started out as a condescending phrase, one he used to taunt and exert his power, had then changed into more of a challenge thrown down by you during the chess game. After that, it had been transformed into a type of endearment, a way for both of you to check in with the other. It was yet another example of how far your interactions with Negan had come, how far your feelings towards each other had come.

The phrase had always been a precursor to a nonverbal response from the other, and you weren’t going to break that trend now. Head turning, your lips brushed over his bearded cheek, seeking out his mouth. When your lips connected, you sighed and poured your soul into the kiss. It was heated with both desire and an emotion that was slowly making itself impossible to resist. One that both terrified and thrilled you with its possibility. You knew he had received the nonverbal message when the hands previously pinning you gentled, leathered fingers threading with yours until they were intertwined. His kiss consumed you, tongue thrusting inside your mouth in possessive, delicious strokes until you pulsed with need. His head then tilted to the other side, as if he wanted to explore from every angle, as if he couldn’t taste you enough.

When you had melted into him with willing submission, he pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at your desire-hazed expression, the silence dragging on for long moments as you took each other in. His eyes were full of what could only be described as gentle heat, showcasing both his desire and his...affection. It was a look that you didn’t even think was in his repertoire, much less one that would be directed at you. You weren’t sure what your own face was conveying, but whatever it was, he seemed to like it, his lips ticking up slightly on one side.

Leaning back in, he went for your throat this time, beard brushing over sensitive skin as he found the spot he had quickly learned caused your head to fall back in surrender. Lifting one leg, you wrapped a thigh around him so that your hips pressed together.

Giving a frustrated groan, he murmured against your skin, “I’m a fucking fool.”

“What?” you dumbly replied, stiffening slightly. Had you misread that moment of connection just a few seconds ago? Had he not meant to-

“I didn’t bring any fucking condoms. I thought you’d be so busy traipsing around the fucking woods that we wouldn’t need one til we got back.”

His face was still pressed into your neck, lips moving over your flesh in hot, open-mouthed kisses, so he missed the mischievous smile that crossed your face. “My bra.”

His head did lift at that, and it was his turn to dumbly say, “What?”

Giving a light laugh, you tugged at his hands so he’d let go, fingers dropping to reach inside the modest neckline of your shirt. He followed the movement with curiosity, and you saw the lightbulb go off in his head a moment before you pulled out the tiny foil packet you had put in there earlier.

Brandishing it in front of his face, you quipped, “Glad one of us came prepared.”

Tongue tucking into his cheek, he gave an obscene smile. “That’s my girl,” he purred, the words causing heat to simmer in your belly.

Reaching down for the button on your jeans, he continued, “We’ll have to make it quick, doll. And quiet. Don’t want any fucking walkers catching us with our pants down.”

Only able to nod in agreement, your eyes were locked on the sight of his leather-encased fingers lowering the zipper of your pants before they gripped the fabric at the sides and tugged both it and your panties down. You had to lower your leg from his hip for him to do so, and he cursed under his breath when he came upon the obstacle of your knee-high boots. Kneeling, he quickly unzipped and yanked them off before returning to the removal of your pants. A dart of heat went through you when he tugged the garments off and stood back up, taking in the sight of you standing before him and naked from the waist down.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty picture,” he breathed.

Taking your mouth in another kiss coated with blatant sensuality, his hand slipped between your thighs, two gloved fingers pushing inside and caressing your flesh in expert strokes. His thumb ran through the wetness, dragging it up to coat your sensitive clit. Breaking the kiss, your head fell back against the tree, breath panting when he started rubbing in soft circles with the perfect amount of pressure. It was a touch meant to steadily drive up your pleasure without being too quick or overwhelming.

The feel of the smooth, buttery leather sliding over and inside you was sublime, yet also taboo enough to make you clench around him with the dirty thrill of it. The fingers inside scissored, stretching you for his greedy cock. Looking down, you saw that it was currently straining the front of his pants in a way that made you grit your teeth to hold back a moan.

Deciding that turnabout was fair play, you reached for the fastening of his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and pushing the fabric down below his hips, along with the boxer briefs. When his cock came into view, it was already red and swollen, the fat head glistening with a drop of pre-cum. You felt a bit dizzy at the sight, excited by the illicitness of fucking out in the open like a pair of wild animals. Wrapping a hand around him, you marveled once again at his impressiveness. His girth was more than a handful, and yet to the place currently aching for him, you knew it would be a perfect fit.

His eyes fluttered closed with a groan when you started stroking his cock, thumb running up over the slit with each pass. His obvious enjoyment of your touch sent a rush of wetness between your thighs, as well as giving your ego a jolt of empowerment over the fact that you had such an effect on this handsome-as-hell man who was usually so in control of every situation. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that you were already becoming addicted to. Not wanting to wait any longer, you leaned forward and nipped at the tanned skin of his brawny throat.

“I want you to fuck me like this, right now,” you said, a bit surprised at the command in your tone.

His eyes popped back open as he gave a pained growl and grabbed the condom out of the hand not stroking his dick. He ripped it open, and you reluctantly let go so that he could roll it on in practiced strokes.

“Hurry,” you urged, back arching into the trunk of the tree and hips pressing into him, feeling the tip of his shaft brush against your soaked entrance.

He didn’t disappoint, strong hands hooking around the backs of your knees and lifting you right off the ground, at the same time that he entered you with one long thrust.

You couldn’t hold back a cry at his intrusion, a gloved palm quickly covering your mouth to muffle the sound. Pushing two leather-covered fingers past your lips to press lightly on your tongue, you realized they were the same ones that had been between your other set of lips just a minute ago. Giving another primal moan at the filthiness of it, you sucked on his fingers, faintly tasting your own musky essence under the more prominent and earthly flavor of the leather.

“Shit,” he hissed, also struggling to keep from making too much noise as he started up a deep, steady rhythm with his hips, your ankles criss-crossed together behind his ass and urging him on.

Grabbing the bottom of your shirt with the hand not in your mouth, he yanked the peach fabric up to your chin and pulled down the fabric cups of your plain white bra. Your breasts popped free, presented to him on a platter with the underwire still keeping them elevated. He buried his face in them with a muffled groan, his beard causing delicious friction as his mouth feasted on your soft skin. You moaned around his fingers when he took a taut nipple between his teeth and bit gently before laving it with his tongue.

Despite the fact that you were both still wearing some of your clothes, it wasn’t as quick a fuck as he had warned. His thrusts were more relaxed than urgent, but no less devastating since each one seemed to drag his cock in a way that hit every sensitive nerve ending you possessed. He was using his body as if it were a tool designed specifically to pleasure you, and he slowed down his thrusts even more when his head lifted and he caught you in his hooded, tawny gaze. He watched you closely as his hips possessed and retreated, your thighs squeezing on the sides of his waist and your own hips lifting away from the sharp bite of tree bark to meet each thrust. The fingers in your mouth slipped out, replaced by his tongue, as he kissed you slow and deep.

The forest blurred around you, any outside awareness dwindling until all you could see and feel was him, and you dimly realized that this wasn’t fucking. No, with the way your bodies pulsed and hearts pounded in unison...this wasn’t anything other than making love.

Despite the unhurried pace, the pleasure continued to build, pushing you steadily and inexorably towards the precipice that always promised ecstasy. You were releasing little whimpers against his lips, hands clutching at his shoulders as your muscles started tensing in a way that let you both know that you were close.

“That’s it, doll,” he murmured. “I want to feel it. Show me that you’re fucking mine.”

Body obeying his command, the orgasm took over, and you shattered around him at the exquisite pleasure that undulated from the place where you were joined out to everywhere from the top of your head to the tips of your curling toes.

You never wanted it to end. Your body flooded not just with pleasure, but with a deep fulfillment that you had never felt before. It felt as if he was now a part of your psyche, as if he was the final puzzle piece clicking into place and making you whole.

He was quick to follow, hips giving one more sharp thrust before they stilled and his lower body shuddered against you. He released a vehement moan into your mouth, his chest vibrating with the force of it.

You clung to him, stunned by the intensity of the moment. His sweat-dampened forehead dropped to your shoulder, chests rising and falling against each other as you both tried to catch your breath. Eventually the muscles in your legs started protesting, so you unwound your thighs from his waist and dropped them back to the ground, causing your lower bodies to separate.

After a few more seconds, he lifted his head and looked down at you. The tenderness and utter satisfaction on his face made your heart clench, and your mouth opened before you could stop it.

“Negan, I’m-” you broke off, brain finally catching up and trying to hold back the tide of emotion.

His hand came up to cup the side of your face, golden gaze intent on yours. “What is it, doll?”

Self-doubt suddenly rose within you, causing the words to stay caught in your throat, refusing to come out. What the hell are you thinking?! Don’t let the fact that he just gave you an amazing orgasm fool you into thinking he wants to get all sappy and emotional.

Trying to fight any impending panic at the close call, you instead tried to play it off with a joke. “I think we might’ve broken our vow to be quick and quiet.” You attempted a sly grin, but it felt forced.

Furrowing his brows at your abrupt change in demeanor, his eyes moved carefully over your face, as if trying to find the truth behind the mask you had suddenly thrown on. Not wanting to wait and see if he’d call you out for the obvious deflection, you gathered the strength needed to push away from the tree...away from him.

Tucking the shirt back down and bending to grab discarded jeans and panties off the ground, you silently got dressed with your back to him. The rustle of fabric and metallic clink of a belt buckle let you know that he was doing the same. When finished zipping up your boots, you picked up Ricardo from where he lay in the tall grass. A sudden surge of awkwardness hit when you ran out of actions to complete and so just stood there, unsure what to do next.

Much as you wanted to take off in a rush back to the Sanctuary, you had lost all sense of where you were. Knowing your luck, if you picked a random direction and started walking, it would be completely the wrong way. Instead, you stood there and waited, looking off into the distance through the trees, unwilling to make eye contact. It showed how well Negan could read you now, that he wordlessly and confidently started off in what must be the right direction, not trying to make you speak or look at him. It made you grateful to him that he understood and respected the need for some mental space, at the same time that it scrambled your emotions even more for him to be so in tune with you like that.

Starting off after him, it wasn’t long before he dropped back so that the two of you were walking side-by-side, Negan adjusting his long-legged stride to match your shorter one. Using his teeth to pull a glove off the hand that wasn’t clutching Lucille, he pocketed the leather and reached over to clasp your non-Ricardo hand in his bare one.

You glanced down, taking in the sight of your smaller, more delicate hand wrapped up in his large, calloused one. His nonverbal offer of affection, despite the way you had shut down on him just minutes ago, made your chest tighten. Unable to continue the cold facade, you gave his hand a light squeeze of acknowledgement, unable to help the slight smile that tipped your lips when he returned it with a gentle squeeze of his own. Your brain and subconscious both let out the worried breaths they’d been holding with a sigh, as they watched you and Negan walk the entire way back to the Sanctuary like that: hand-in-hand.

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hufflautia · 4 years ago

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A Hidden Darkness

A/N: I wish I had thought of this idea in time for Halloween.

Warnings: This story is a little creepy and has something to do with the supernatural. If you are not comfortable with that kind of stuff, avoid this fic.

Dedicated to @sophiexteresa; thank you for helping me out with British slang :’)

Summary: Slytherin notices that Hufflepuff is acting strange...a little too strange.

Boom!

Ravenclaw immediately drew back from the table, laughing as he pointed at Slytherin; the mini-explosion singed the edges of his hair.

“Bloody hell,” Slytherin grumbled, gingerly rubbing his slightly-burned face. “This game is a load of bollocks.”

He raised an eyebrow as he gathered the remaining cards. “Mate, you were the one who wanted to play Exploding Snap.”

“Yeah, because I wanted the cards to explode in your face.”

Ravenclaw rolled his eyes and grabbed a handful of popcorn, chucking it at him.

Slytherin managed to block the attack with his hand, but some landed on his shoulder. As he brushed the popcorn off, he suddenly felt something prodding at the back of his neck. It felt like someone was...sniffing his hair?

He turned around and saw Hufflepuff standing there, her face so close to his that he could feel her breath. “Hey,” he smiled, not registering the fact that it was likely she who just sniffed him. “Alright?”

Hufflepuff gave him a blinding smile and grabbed his hand. “I need you,” she replied, tugging him out of his chair.

“But I’m—”

“Playing cards with Ravenclaw? You can do that later.”

As she led him out of the Great Hall, Slytherin wondered how she knew what he was gonna say. He brushed it off quickly; she could clearly see what they were doing. However, something was definitely strange about her. Hufflepuff would usually greet Ravenclaw kindly if she saw him, but she barely spared him a second glance.

Hufflepuff came to a stop after they passed through the entrance of the Great Hall and turned to face him. “I need to ask you something.”

“Why couldn’t you just ask me before?”

“Because Ravenclaw was there.”

He frowned and said, “But you’ve never had a problem with him before.”

She made a face at him. “He’s an ickle know-it-all. Should’ve socked him in the face, I should.”

He was taken aback—Hufflepuff never behaved like this. She was always sweet and kind, but she was the complete opposite now.

“What’s up with you,” he asked. “You’re acting like a completely different person. And ickle? You’ve never said that before.”

She glared at him. “People change, Slytherin. Besides, I didn’t bring you out there just for you to berate me.” Her tone was calm, but Slytherin could sense the repressed hostility hidden beneath her words.

She seemed to realize that he was staring at her strangely because, in the next moment, she suddenly straightened up and smiled at him widely. "But no reason to fuss about it any longer," she cooed in an oily voice, pinching his cheek. "You're here now, and that's all that matters."

Slytherin studied her face and immediately picked up on the fact that her smile was forced. "Right then," he said slowly, still put off by her demeanor. "What was it you wanted to ask?"

Her expression immediately darkened, and she stepped forward. He fought the urge to take a step back. What was going on with him? This was his girlfriend he was dealing with. She never meant any harm...so why did he feel so uneasy? Her next words sent chills down his spine.

"Would you be able to tell if someone—no, if something were to possess my body?"

Slytherin stared at her, hoping that she would crack a smile and burst out laughing, saying that it was just a prank and she successfully fooled him.

However, she did no such thing. Instead, she stared at him with those dark eyes that he usually found endearing, but there was a coldness to them. An emptiness.

"I..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say. What could he say? A feeling of discomfort festered within him, and he spoke again. “Uh, maybe? I think it'd be obvious if you started climbing on the walls or something.”

Nodding, Hufflepuff seemed to mull over his answer before her face broke into a huge smile. “Alrighty then.” She suddenly plucked a piece of popcorn that had been lying in the collar of his shirt and popped it in her mouth. “Can I watch you play Exploding Snap with Ravenclunk?”

“I thought you didn’t like Ravenclunk.”

“I wanna see the cards explode in his face,” she shrugged.

Slytherin hummed a laugh, momentarily forgetting how unusual she was acting, and began leading her back into the Great Hall. He felt a tug at his hand and turned back, only for Hufflepuff to smash her face onto his.

The kiss was rough and sloppy, an alarming contrast to how they normally kissed. Drawing his bottom lip between her teeth, she bit down hard enough to make him pull away abruptly. He gingerly touched his lip and found his fingers to be stained with blood. He looked back up at her, shocked.

A bit of his blood smeared across her teeth, she smiled coyly. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry in the slightest bit. “You know I get carried away sometimes…”

Slytherin didn’t respond and simply stood there like a statue, face awash with horror as he stared at her.

“I’ve gotta go now. I have lots to do today.” With that, she ambled away, leaving Slytherin standing there and looking as if he had just seen a ghost.

Hufflepuff wandered through the corridors, letting her hands brush against the cobblestone wall as she inhaled the sweet smell drifting from the Kitchens.

I have to admit, the voice cackled. This is quite luxurious. It’s interesting to be human for once. Smell, taste, touch. I have much to explore.

Please, Hufflepuff begged, trapped within the confines of her body against her own will. Let me go!

Peeves laughed gleefully inside her mind.

But I’m having so much fun.

FIN.

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Author’s note:

This may be my least favorite fic out of all that I have written. Last night, when I was writing it, I didn’t feel happy and a part of me wanted to discard what I wrote so far because I was like “jessica this is so dumb” but I didn’t wanna throw out what I wrote so far. I’m not even sure if Peeves is able to possess someone’s body, and after I finished writing, I thought “well what if I keep it ambiguous and it’s just some random demon?”. However, I had done some research on how Peeves talks, hence the “ickly”, and I didn’t wanna take out the hints of Hufflepuff not really being Hufflepuff. In addition, it doesn’t seem very hogwarts-like or harry potter related if it were just a random demon. That’s why I thought Filch to be the best option. I thought of this idea yesterday when my sister was acting creepy while we were in the bathroom in the morning. I was brushing my teeth and she was on the toilet, and she straightup looked at me with dead eyes and asked “Would you be able to tell if a demon possessed me?” and I was like

She was twitching and everything, and as I was walking out of the bathroom, she came up right behind me and SNIFFED MY HAIR. Yea, so that was my inspiration for this fic. My initial idea for the ending was that as Hufflepuff walks back with Slytherin to the table, her eyes glow a little and she smiles wickedly. However, I was like hmmmm what if she bits his lips and he bleeds a little?.. Yea, don’t ask me why I thought that. I don’t think I would ever write a fic that includes that bit because slytherpuff doesn’t have that rough-love type of vibe, so I just thought, oh whatever might as well do that now when I have the chance.

In other news, happy March! This is gonna be the month in which I get the rest of my college results and I am a little nervous. Also, I’m going to go on a hiatus because I feel myself going down a spiral right now and it’s likely because my period is coming😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀What fun, am I right??? I get bad PMS, so I’m just gonna leave and focus on my own wellbeing for some time because I tend to get depressed during my period. I might write a bunch of stories and then come out from the dark and then post consistently. I think I am kind of posting consistently already; I have never posted as many fics as I had in February, which is interesting and hopefully not a once-in-a-lifetime thing because I’m done with the college process but now I also have to deal with my own issues in terms of mental health and stuff. It sucks but I will get better.

I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. Let me know what you think!

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baronessblixen · 4 years ago

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Can you write Melissa visiting Scully and when Mulder shows up she performs a little love test? Maybe tarot cards or a palm reading for them in the spirt if Halloween.

You really send out amazing prompts! I figured this would be perfect for Halloween today. Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober

Fictober Day 31

“Oh hi.” Mulder is surprised when the door to Scully’s apartment opens, and he’s face to face with another Scully woman. It’s not that he doesn’t like Melissa Scully, but he’s here to see his Scully.

“Fox, hello.” Her smile is sweet and genuine. It makes him wonder what Scully has told her sister about him.

“It’s Mulder,” he hears from inside the apartment. “Not Fox.”

“Sorry,” Melissa says to him, still smiling. “Come on in, Mulder. Why do you go by Mulder anyway? Dana never said.”

“Just a preference.”

“Don’t pester him, Missy,” Scully says, storming into her living room like a whirlwind. He catches a whiff of her perfume and it makes him dizzy. “I’m almost ready, Mulder. Five more minutes.” Just as quickly as she appeared in the living room, she disappears back into the bedroom.

“Why do you have to work on Halloween?” Melissa asks him, crossing her arms in front of her. Must be a Scully family trait.

“It’s the spookiest day of the year,” he explains lamely. Truth is, he had wanted to spend the day with Scully. The case is a flimsy excuse and now that he stands in front of Melissa, guilt gnaws at him. He didn’t know Scully had plans with her sister.

“I hope you know you’re getting in the way of a Scully tradition here.”

“Missy!” Scully yells from her bedroom.

“Oh?”

“Dana and I watch bad movies, eat too much candy and get drunk on wine.” Melissa glares at him, one eyebrow raised. She walks closer to him and lowers her voice. “It’s the one day she allows me to read her palm. You know how she is.”

He nods. Of course he knows how she is. The thought of his Scully having her palm read makes him smile. He makes a decision; the case, if it’s a case at all, can wait. Scully deserves this night with her sister. God knows too much has been taken away from her already.

“You know what? I can do this on my own. If I need Dana’s help, I’ll call her. It’s probably nothing anyway.”

“What?” Scully has emerged from her bedroom, ready to go. She’s wearing one of her serious pantsuits, her hands on her hips. She’s all business.

“I, um, I think you should spend tonight with your sister.”

“What about work?”

He shrugs. “I’ll call you if I need you, promise.”

“Fox- I mean Mulder- you said it might be nothing. Why don’t you just stay? At least for the palm reading. I need the practice.” Melissa Scully is persuasive. He should have known after her visit to his apartment when Scully was in the hospital. He pretends to consider it but his decision to stay already made.

“Missy, don’t,” Scully warns but Mulder smiles at her and takes off his jacket.

“Well, show me what you’ve got then.”

Five minutes later, the three of them are sitting around Scully’s kitchen table. Melissa’s various bracelets and rings jingle as she stretches her hands. Mulder watches the older Scully sister, then his partner. She is obviously amused by her sister’s antics, but he also sees the love she has for her on her face.

“Give me your hand, Mulder,” Melissa says and he does as told. She holds it in her hands and turns it around a few times. “Hmm, you’ve got air hands.” He’s watching the way she’s tugging at each of his fingers and he hears Scully giggle on the other side of the table.

“What does that mean?” he asks, immediately drawn in.

“You’re intellectually curious,” Melissa says, still turning his hand over, “and you have great analytical abilities. You’re good at communication.”

A snort from Scully. As he glances over at her, she takes a sip from her wine, not looking at him.

“As a lover, you thrive on mental rapport.” Mulder’s face feels warm. He doesn’t dare look at Scully and her reaction to her sister’s words. “Let’s look at your heart line. Hmmmm.”

“Hmm, what?” Mulder asks.

“It says here,” she says matter-of-factly as if his life, his emotions were scribbled into his palm, “your heart line is very high.”

“What does that mean?”

Melissa looks at him and he doesn’t know her well enough to judge her expression. “It means you’re passionate. Dana, give me your hand.”

“What? No. You said it’s Mulder’s turn. You did mine last year.”

“Dana, give me your hand,” Melissa repats, her own flat on the table. A moment later, Scully gives in.

“I knew it,” she says.

“Knew what?” Mulder asks.

“Your heart lines,” she says, putting their hands close together. “They’re parallel.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means nothing,” Scully says and draws her hand away. “Palm reading isn’t scientific. I’m going to change into something more comfortable if we’re not going out after all.” They both watch her leave the room.

“What do those lines mean?” Mulder asks again.

“It means that you,” but she stops. She looks at him, her face soft. “You mean a lot to each other and you always will. No matter what happens. There’s a strong connection between you two. The rest you’ll have to figure out yourself, Fox.” She winks at him.

“Do you mean we’re-“

“Figure it out. Dana might need some help and some convincing, but I think you’re on the right track.” She gets up.

He stares at his palm, follows his heart line with his finger. Two parallel lines, him and Scully. He thinks of love, thinks of forever.

“Mulder?” Scully asks him, joining him at the kitchen table in more casual clothes, her face devoid of make-up. “Don’t let Missy get into your head. It’s just a party game. Come on.” She reaches for his hand and as soon as their hands touch, he knows. It’s as clear as anything he’s ever believed.

Party game or not, it’s him and Scully. Forever.

#fictober2020 #it is done!#i like this one #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic #monikafilefan

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 3 years ago

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8,17,25,27,29,35 :D

8. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write?

To be honest? Magnus. 🙈 ik this is a bit of an unpopular opinion cause a few other writers I know say they find it hard to write Magnus’s POV buuut it’s easier for me. Idk why tho like it might be because my chaotic adhd brain helps me understand Magnus’s chaotic brain, or maybe because I’ve read tbc too many times but ummm yeah.

It’s also the PoV I prefer writing more lol. No offense, Alec 🙊

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

Mpreg 🙂 there are many many tropes/topics I prefer writing instead of reading and mpreg will never ever be one of those lol.

25. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!

Spin-offs by definition are about characters other than the main characters so you know I don’t have any of those 😅

Side adventures hmmmm yeah ig? I’m not really sure what side adventures here means aksjakak but I’m assuming they’re like. Side plots aside from the main plot? In which case yeah I do think of them - mostly for EVR and SMNIYB 🫢 (more schemes and more… *waves hand* you know.)

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

Whenever someone tells I’m their favourite author or that one of my fics is their favourite one. I’m just like… there’s so much talent in this fandom and you picked me? 🥺 of course I’ll write the kathony au you want me to write!

29. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Writing smut for SAS. That was… hmmmmm… not bad but I rarely read SAS because I don’t wanna cringe at myself sjskaks

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

Oookay this is very random but. I rarely write ff in a traditional manner (pen to paper) cause then I’ll have to type it all up again and it’s so fucking tedious aksjakak buuut recently I found out that I can use google lens to scan my handwritten stuff and turn it into text SO now I’m considering writing traditionally and seeing if that works better for me compared to straight up typing into a google doc. Like yeah, there’s going to be a lot of editing cause my handwriting is a lil bad buut atleast I’ll get shit done so this might be easier. I’ll try writing in a notebook later tonight and see how it goes 🥰

#blues and then purple pink asks #ask game

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nlights37 · 4 years ago

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three stars ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

::In very convincing Matthew McConaughey Texan:: Alright alright alright, 3 stars, 3 fics to disclose little nuggets of info on...

1. From Fixer Upper, Chapter 4 - Jon and Dany’s text exhange:

She was laughing even as she sent the text, knowing how touchy he was about this topic. Honestly, it was the whole reason she sent it.

Dany: I can’t believe we’ve been fake dating this long and you haven’t sent me a single dick pic 😖

The text bubble appeared for so long she was a little worried, but then his novel-length answer appeared. She was two lines in before she was laughing so hard she was crying and her vision blurred beyond her ability to continue reading at all.

Jon: How ABSOLUTELY DARE YOU?! Apparently I need to explain this AGAIN? If the Westerosi Security Agency is going to see my dick they can come here and do it in person like men. I’m not just gonna offer it up on a silver platter for them. Also need I remind you I am a small business owner, madam? This store is my kingdom and you ask me to besmirch it’s good name so you can see my cock at 2 pm on a Thursday? I’m disappointed in you Daenerys, I really am.

It should probably come as no surprise, given the ‘Buttslut’ text I shared awhile back, that a lot of the dialogue I write (including text messages) comes from the way my husband and I talk to each other, and in this case I based Jon’s reluctance to free the Peen digitally off my own husband’s unbreakable stance that sending dick pics means your dick is then somewhere in the cloud and idk I guess he thinks the Governtment is just chilling and collecting nudes all day. Anyway, I really did ask him once when we were dating why he had never sent me a dick pic and he said something along the lines of Jon’s response here, and even now, years later, it still makes me laugh, so I used it :)

2. A Thin Line (Just some thoughts on this fic in general, that I’m not sure I’ve shared):

I was SURE, ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that a lot of people would hate this fic. Like, I was over the top about ‘Hey this is crack’, etc, because as much fun as I had making them just awful people to each other, I was like ‘ugh there’s gonna be some stans in both camps that maybe get pissed about this’, but I figured fuck it, let’s do it. The thing about them in this fic that I really, really enjoyed writing was that they are completely and totally unapologetic about themselves, and letting myself just really let them be the worst versions of themselves, I don’t know, guys. It felt good. So good that I was like ‘hmmmm, maybe keep it in the drafts.’

Because that’s the thing I like best about them and this fic - it’s not a redemption story about two tortured souls who find each other and then learn the error of their ways. It’s more like two villains meet at villain convention and will they birth the antichrist? Who knows, really, but probably, yes. Definitely.

Anyway, I really dug that so many people enjoyed their unspeakably assholish tendencies and please know I haven’t abandoned my part 3, in which Dany gets to snob it up in the North and you know, so more light bondage, maybe some matching prenups, I don’t want to give it all away.

3. From Fang and Claw, Chapter 1:

“When you say fucking,” Drogon drawled, “what exactly do you mean, snack?” The three were all gathered near the stone walls of the Keep, guards watching anxiously as the three creatures of legend circled and paced.

“Stop calling him that.” Rhaegal leaned in, nipping at Drogon’s swishing black tail. “He has a name.”

Drogon rolled his eyes, looking at his brother incredulously. “I’ll call him whatever I like. What’s he going to do? Howl me to death?”

Rhaegal glared, inching closer to Ghost. “He’s magic, like us, and he’s Jon’s, so you’d better behave.” The green dragon growled. “You know what mother said.”

The black dragon gave a dismissive snort, his eyes searching the windows of the Keep instead of Rhaegal or Ghost. “Be nice. Yes, I heard her. This is me. Being nice. Not eating this talking little snack.” His eyes shot to the wolf’s. “Rather nice of me, isn’t it,” teeth gnashed together, grinding as Drogon uttered grudgingly, “Ghost.”

The white wolf ignored the black dragon, his eyes also falling to the windows. “You want to know what fucking is or don’t you?”

“I want to know what it is you mean when you say Jon is fucking my mother, yes.” Drogon sounded angry, offended even, and Ghost was surprised two mighty creatures could be so absolutely innocent to the ways of the world. Why, he’d been fucking for years now. Surely there were girl dragons flying about somewhere, though the lack of fucking certainly explained the black dragon’s horrible attitude.

“I feel itchy.” Rhaegal was shifting restlessly beside him.

Ghost gave a wolfish grin. “You’re bonded to Jon now.” Rhaegal nodded though it was not a question. “That’s what it feels like when Jon’s fucking your mother.” The wolf’s mouth fell open, and he panted in Drogon’s direction. “Like an itch you need to scratch.”

His red eyes fell to the windows till he found the one he wanted, and he whispered for the duo to follow as closely as they could as they slid along side the ancient stone, ‘til they were just under the window to Jon’s chambers.

“Hear that?” He certainly could, and by the look of confusion on the dragons’ faces they could as well. The Silver Dany let out a throaty yell then, followed by Jon’s name, the sounds and smells of mating flowing from the open window and out into the night.

“Is he hurting her?” Drogon was rumbling and thrashing his tail about, rage building in those mad eyes.

But Rhaegal responded before Ghost could answer. “No.” He drew the word out, his head rising until he could look into the room for himself, then shooting back down to stare at Ghost. “Why are they doing that?”

Drogon mirrored his brother’s actions, even angrier but endlessly puzzled when he lowered his head as well, clearly befuddled by what he’d seen. “Explain this!”

Ghost gave a shrug, padding off a few paces, ready to give his brother a spot of privacy with his mate, heading for the clearing along the tree line where he could scent some rabbits running. “It’s what they do.” The pair was scrambling after him, landbound, awkwardly lumbering after the sleek wolf. “Humans.” Both dragons remained clueless, and Ghost snagged a hare and crunched down heavily, warm blood streaking his fur, downing the small prey in a few bites before continuing. “When they want to make a pup.”

Drogon shuddered as he watched Ghost eat. “You’re a fucking savage.” He grumbled and groused, claws swiping out to catch an elk, idly shooting out gouts of flame to cook the meat before he began to tear it apart. “You don’t even cook your food, little snack.”

Rhaegal ignored it all, focused only on this new knowledge. “But our mother is a dragon.” His eyes lit up, suddenly, turning to his brother in excitement. “It’s how they make eggs!”

Ghost gave a snicker. “Humans don’t lay eggs.” He looked at the pair with amused eyes. “You lot come from eggs?”

Rhaegal gave a nod, but Drogon preened, proud as he broke his meal’s rib cage between his jaws. “You should be so lucky. We certainly do. Beautiful eggs people pay large sums of gold for.”

Ghost crouched, his attention on the deer he could now sense beyond the tree line. “Like a chicken then.” He leapt as the black dragon roared in outrage, his jaws sinking into the deer’s neck, and he pulled the twitching body out of the treeline to drop it in a heap before Rhaegal.

“NOT LIKE A CHICKEN!”

Rhaegal looked at Ghost pleadingly before he cooked the deer his host had provided, his eyes begging the wolf to stop baiting his brother, and Ghost grumpily complied.

“Alright, not like a chicken. Point is, humans have pups that look like them, and they don’t come from eggs.” He sat on his haunches, watching the pair as they ate.

“So,” Rhaegal snapped into a femur, “you meant to say that’s what Jon’s doing. Trying to put a small human in our mother.”

The wolf couldn’t stop the snicker of amusement. “Oh, no he’s already done that.” He looked at the pair wonderingly. What sort of beast were they, that they couldn’t smell the pup in their mother? “Now he’s just fucking her because it feels good.”

There is nothing funnier to me than the idea that (1) Ghost would ever try ot explain to anyone what sex is and (2) that the dragons wouldn’t know and would be VERY offended and it took a little bit for me to write this scene way way back ago when we all thought that Season 8 would not be a massive shitstain in history because I kept laughing so hard picturing this shit.

This story is probaby one of my favorites, just because it’s silly and every magical creature is TIRED TIRED I SAY of everyone dicking around and just the notion that they’re all like ‘THESE HUMANS ARE SO DUMB UGH DO WE HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING?!” It just really tickled me, and I might never have written it had the amazing @aweseeds not requested it after her winning bid for the Jonerys Unites charity event. So, everyone say thank you to aweseeds lol, this might’ve just stayed in my head and silly tumblr posts without that fine investment in fandom content.

Thank you lovely @frostbitepandaaaaa for the ask! I LOVE YOU BITCH, I AIN’T NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN’ YOU BITCH!

#jonerys #jon x daenerys #fanfic #my fics #fic asks

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