#quite possible this is a projection and I am the monsterfucker

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Sometimes I think too hard about Noh-Varr and Kate and I just go. Hmm. Our girl's a monsterfucker

[undercat-overdog]

How about some commentary on one of only two tentacley silvergifting fics out there: An Eye more ancient than Arda

For a DVD meme that I’m only answering several weeks late... For this fic, and thank you for the ask! 🐙

It is a travesty that there are only two tentacly silvergifting fics and I am glad to have done my duty in contributing to sg tentacle porn. The tags, which I am proud of, summarize the fic  quite well: Established Relationship, xeno I suppose?, Tentacles, eldritch body horror, educational erotic etchings. 

I think this has the first lines of fiction I wrote? And while there’s some things I’d change, I also think it holds up quite well, especially in the imagery and the last few lines. (And no one can convince me that Celebrimbor’s not into xeno.) 

The first scene, in which Celebrimbor finds Annatar’s educational erotica, was written after the sex itself. I thought the sex was unusual enough to want some actual setup, not just a couple hundred words of it. Annatar’s porn collection to the rescue - it’s my firm headcanon that Annatar bought Arda’s equivalent to the Kama Sutra and other sex manuals as soon as he realized he might have acquired an elf. The picture that draws Celebrimbor’s attention in Annatar’s book of erotic etchings is, of course, The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife. Some tentacle porn in your tentacle porn?

I’d clean up the dialogue a bit in this section were I editing or rewriting, but otherwise make no changes. I did go through at one point and change all the ‘Tyelperinquar’s in the dialogue to ‘Celebrimbor,’ because the two of them are def speaking Sindarin.

He had, at times, seen infinity, or something approaching it, in Annatar's mind – the whirling dance of dark planets, the boiling birth of the universe, non-things no language could describe - I like this. I can’t do math, but I can do astronomical imagery.

“I find myself unaccountably fond of your mind, Tyelpe. I'd rather not destroy it with the sight.” - Annatar is going to need a much better reason than xeno kink to destroy his boyfriend’s mind! (Although Celebrimbor is going to have a terrible metaphysical hangover afterwards.)

Finally, after a sleepless week of work and a solid day of sleep, Celebrimbor grew restless and sought him out - elves who sleep every night for a solid eight hours like humans do makes no sense to me? I’m not certain they have circadian rhythms. If they do, they developed after the sun and moon rose.

The second section is the tentacle porn with an eldritch demi-god. Again, I’d clean up the prose a touch but I really do like the imagery. I also might lean more into the tentacle porn aspect of it, but maybe not. (I don’t think it’s all that porny? Probably still more explicit than mature.)

The imagery I used for Annatar was primarily eyes, wolves, gears, and tentacles, though rereading I went for less consistent imagery than I thought I had, and there’s a lot of “this seems cool and alien.” I’d add in smell were I rewriting this, Annatar at this stage smelling of ozone and petrichor, no need for perfume to conceal the stench yet. How much of that is true to Sauron? He’s associated with eyes and wolves, though not tentacles and is definitely adding them in because his bf’s a monsterfucker, but otherwise it might be Celebrimbor’s brain using imagery to understand something that is entirely unphysical, or Sauron projecting it. I don’t think Annatar is shapeshifting here, more just letting some of his metaphysical self through. At any rate, I wrote all of the blocking/physical actions as entirely possible with Annatar’s normal Elda-like form. 

Annatar's torso – was it even a torso? No, more a head, a whirling cloud, ringed with turning gears and wet-furred tentacles, and it was made of a thousand fiery eyes. - Inspired by Biblical angels, of course. 

What entered his mouth was not a cock but a tongue, no, a tongue with teeth, now a tentacle, [...] everything was splintering breaking dissolving - I think these two paragraphs are the first lines of fiction I ever wrote? (I snipped a bit, for space.)

Celebrimbor saw with some small bit of Annatar's vision the sound bouncing off the walls of the room, but the waves did not look like waves ought, sinusoidal curves did not move so... - more, just, Annatar is alien. He is in and even of Arda, but he is not made of the same things as Arda. Also I think this bit is cool.

It was – it was – tendrils around him and inside him, perhaps slick, perhaps solid, [...] then there was a palm pressed against his jaw and tentacles in his mouth again, biting at his tongue. - it is sex, after all.

Annatar pressed into his mind as he had his body, and it opened for him as had the flesh. Celebrimbor felt his perception slip: in the air whirled uncolors and impossible fractals. Everything slipped. - Elves totally have telepathic sex! Uncolors: while Sauron has bound himself to Arda and helped make it, he’s still not of it in the way that Celebrimbor is, and there are things about him that cannot be understood by Arda’s natural laws. (Also, fractals - I do think Celebrimbor is a math synesthete as per thearrogantemu’s depiction, but no way can I write it.)

What was inside him was a flame, and his nerves sparked to light, and a pale fire ran under his skin, a conflagration that consumed everything in its path. - I think this is pretty. Also, I never really go into Celebrimbor’s physical reactions or whether or not he gets off, but I think he does. He certainly has a good time. This line is meant to describe sexual pleasure (though on a metaphysical as well as physical level), not Annatar himself. I don’t go for the fanon that he’s a fire maia, however that’s portrayed (I wouldn’t associate him much with fire, rather wolves, vampires, and (especially) eyes).

Celebrimbor could barely move; he felt distant from himself, like his body was not him, but he made himself catch Annatar's hand in his. “I see you,” he murmured. “Thank you.” - Like, what is seen and what is hidden and what is deliberately shown is a cool theme with these two. Also, Annatar was extremely nervous about how Celebrimbor would react, though I highly doubt he admitted it to himself, but is accepted and loved and treasured for what he is <3 (Minus the Sauron part!! But that’s well in the future, they’ll have plenty of kinky sex before then.)

Celebrimbor, Annatar whispered in his thoughts, precious one, my own, and Celebrimbor drifted off to sleep with memories that were not his, of a formless void where dusty stars spun into being with weight and sudden fiery light. - ‘precious’ has become a bit pat to me and I’m now quite a bit leery about using it, though I still do (typically as an adjective and not a vocative. Sauron in Bones uses it to describe Celebrimbor and the Ring both, but more along the lines of ‘it’s precious to me’ or ‘something precious,’ never ‘Tyelpe my precious’ or something like that). But I really love the imagery here.

In his dreams there was an ever-watching eye, and he smiled. - killer end line, if I do say so myself! 

[setsailtomorrow]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN

dearest @jlf23tumble i have no editing skills, but what says love on the internet and in fandom more than reccing explicit works? hope you have a great day, you deserve it!!! (and thank you for being a sane and rational space in any and all fandoms)

i tired to pick works under 10k for you, but some were just too good to be left out <3

please, if you’re not jen, check all tags on the fics!

Wangxian:

hot necromancer singles seeking dom daddies in your area: [19k, M] Without the aid of the Yiling Wei sect and its patron, the Yiling Patriarch, the Sunshot Alliance surely would have lost the war against the tyrant Wen Ruohan. Now the Yiling Patriarch is demanding repayment in the form of a tribute bride -- and he only wants Lan Wangji. What could a dark sorcerer possibly want out of a union with the strongest and most righteous spiritual cultivator? Whatever Lan Wangji was expecting out of this marriage, it wasn't this...

quick quick slow: [2k, E] By the second day of their visit, Lan Zhan understands that Wei Ying has made a campaign of this. That Wei Ying believes - not without justification - that his brother and his husband-to-be must be handled if the project of family unity is ever to spread its fledgling wings. That he has decided - and this Lan Zhan thinks, to the extent that he can think like this, spread over Wei Ying’s lap and panting, is unfair - that the best way to handle Lan Zhan is to keep him worn out and sated and too hazy with recent or anticipated pleasure to bother needling Jiang Cheng.

In another better life, Wei Ying would have led armies of the living, and done it well. His strategies may be unorthodox but they’re rarely ineffective.

Lan Zhan decides to believe that the sound he has just made is not a whimper.

you're a bird in the water / i'm a fish on the ground: [8,7k, NR] It takes half a year of being married to a human before Wei Wuxian learns that he can, in fact, have intercourse with his husband.

Something Unpredictable: [28k, E] When he was a teenager Lan Wangji started to dream about an older Wei Wuxian visiting an older version of him in Cloud Recesses. In them, he saw strange details of an unusual life where Wei Wuxian would come and go.Then, the dreams stopped and, with time, he forgot. Until the dreams began to become reality.

like sandalwood and sweet dumplings: [5,8k, E] I want you to be mine. I want you to stay with me.

I want to put a child inside of you and love you forever.

spawn: [10,8k, E] Officially, Wei Ying is on a diplomatic mission from Earth, as liaison to the Lan as part of their species conservation programme. Professional Monsterfucker is just snappier.

An alien eggpreg breeding kink AU.

Yizhan (lololololol, i gotta):

Just Getting Near It: [9k, E] The first time that Xiao Zhan kisses Yibo, they're both still dressed in the long robes and extensive wigs of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. It's not smart, and it's not safe, but in retrospect, Xiao Zhan thinks it's as smart and as safe as it could possibly have been under the circumstances. (THIS AUTHOR IS OBSESSED WITH SWEATY XZ AND I AM OBSESSED WITH THEM)

The Boy With The Pearl Necklace: [23k, E] Something flashes beneath the collar of Yibo's shirt, caught fortuitously in the light, and Xiao Zhan has just enough time to register it as a pearl necklace, half hidden by the tie wrapped lovingly around his throat. It's a strange, unexpected detail.

He really should let it go. He's taken up enough of Yibo's time already, more than he deserves, and this is a live event. And yet he can't quite help opening his mouth, greedily scoops tiny grains of Yibo's time into his hand to cherish. "What's with the pearls?"

Yibo turns back, offers an even more brilliant grin, one that's caught more in the mischievous gleam of his eyes than around his beautiful, expressive mouth. "I like them."

gimme what I want (you know you’re mine): [3k, E] They’re close enough now that he can see everything about Xiao Zhan—the shadows under his eyes, the lovely line of his lips, the way his tongue slips out to get them wet and how the knot at his throat moves when he swallows.

And Yibo feels the heat. In his own body, radiating with want, but coming off Xiao Zhan too. Hot and sweaty, his shirt damp over his shoulders, beneath Yibo’s hands. Yibo wants to be in bed together like this, running too hot, the passion they’ve been stoking all summer finally set alight. He wants everything.

slow hand, this quiet ride: [3k, E] Xiao Zhan decides fuck it, quietly unsticks his arm from Yibo's where they sit shoulder to shoulder and begins to slide his hand in a heavy drag across Yibo's clothed thigh. They don't even make it back to their hotel before Xiao Zhan can resist sticking his hand down Yibo’s pants.

your eyes are talking, but your lips are staying still: [8k, M] “He comes off as cold when he’s shy, but don’t worry, he’s a sweet boy.”

A sweet boy, is not how Xiao Zhan would describe the model that walks onto set, lounging over the prop motorcycle with the cocky assurance of a professional. Sharp eyes are made even sharper with eyeshadow and liner. With the help of contouring, the strong cut of his jaw is even more prominent. There’s nothing soft or timid about Wang Yibo.

you used to live a blonded life: [6666, E] “We’re in a band, you know,” Yixuan continues, laughing when Wenhan bats at his arm.“Don’t brag about it! Ugh!��

Xiao Zhan takes a sip of his beer, raising his eyebrows in an expression he hopes looks surprised enough. His eyes are drawn back over to Yibo, who’s talking quietly to Seungyoun. He looks up, apparently sensing the weight of Xiao Zhan’s gaze on him, and smiles. Xiao Zhan’s heart flutters. Shit.

“Oh, really?” Xiao Zhan says still looking at Yibo. Yibo narrows his eyes a little then smirks at him, leaning in to catch the plastic straw in his soda with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth while maintaining eye contact. Xiao Zhan quickly looks away. “I don’t think I know you.”

No Sense, No Feeling: [3k,E] “You’re kind of a whore, aren’t you Yibo?” Xiao Zhan says mildly, and he steps forward right into Yibo’s space, looking down at him.

Yibo chokes on his tongue, “Excuse me?”

--- Xiao Zhan has had enough of watching Yibo act so desperate all the time, and gives him exactly what he's been asking for.