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quietbluejay · 27 days ago

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Galaxy in Flames 3

health update: we're really hoping this isn't pneumonia

let's get this bread i say about something i do for free but hey it's way easier on brain than doing actual work mersadie is hanging out in engine room dorms with sindermann it's time to catch her up on everything she missed they're hiding Keeler down here the drop pods are heading down rn

now it's time for a description of Choral City what a lovely place what a lovely face we get like 4 pages of description plus backstory about the myths and legends of the isstvanians 5-6 pages finally something happens loken and his dudes are currently in drop pods going down meanwhile lucius is here to attack people and he's having a good time and yes i know i've made that joke before

i do appreciate a nice aesthetic

i love stained glass the obvious "of course you love stained glass, you're a catholic" joke is permissible

this isn't a bad fight i guess but it's not grabbing me lucius is starting to get a bit slaaneshi here

im glad someone gets to enjoy the apocalypse

okay i don't remember this oh wait i misread, it's a building not actually an organic organism so this is where the world eaters are heading world eaters captain, facing hordes of screaming citizens instead of soldiers: well, this is going to turn into a massacre world eaters captain: luckily, that's our specialty loken and co had a little bit of an eventful drop but they're fine

he can't make contact with torgaddon though and everything is a mess

oh hey let's go to the mausoleum among the black sarcophagi also the whole thing about a warsinger and how everyone automatically knows what it means i know they probably got briefed on potential isstvan capabilities but also i would like to think this is not an uncommon ability that people have back over to lucius

these guys go hard on the aesthetic and now to the Andronicus and Tarvitz so all battle stations are manned etc which is confusing because the isstvanians have no fleet who are they gonna be firing on?? and they're moving into orbit the only real reason this could happen is bombardment, but tarvitz tells himself he's being paranoid time for him to head below decks to the parts where the EC seldom visit he runs into a mechanicum adept

only the emperor or the warmaster could give the order for virus bombs and that's when he realizes that horus is sacrificing "a third of his warriors" he has to warn them! okay over to the strategium and sexy evil lamp horus he's watching the slaughter which is i guess being livestreamed

time for erebus to interrupt horus as he does his dark bidding I refuse to respect Erebus until he says "Dark Greetings" instead of hello. I can respect a man who's willing to go full ham. news from prospero

i initially misread a word in here as deworming anyways that's uh something

am i really only like halfway through this book isgh moving on, torgaddon and loken are reunited they make plans for how they're gonna handle things blowing up the mausoleum spires and now, tarvitz has stolen a thunderhawk and is trying to pilot it down he gets asked to ID himself lol and knows he's not going to get authorization but the wait gives him enough time to get lower rip eidolon's senior deck officer

so Eidolon knows about Saul now and exactly what he's doing Eidolon: lol. lmao. shoot him down over to Mersadie and she's taking care of Keeler and feeling useless mersadie has been the most dubious about all this emperor worship but i guess she's coming around to it

oh i forgot, Garro's got a replacement leg that he's still limping around on the Eisenstein is gonna pick up Tarvitz and back to Keeler etc, SIndermann wakes up at the scream (he's also there) and he starts having another vision he has the pleasant view of all their flesh rotting off their bodies

back to Tarvitz POV, he's on a line with Garro, and explains about the virus bombs and how the EC are trying to shoot him down Garro: wtf he can't believe it however he and saul are besties and saul tarvitz doesn't ever lie (lol) he shoots down the fighters going after Tarvtiz

yay. Garro is going to lie and say he shot down Tarvitz and then he's going to take the Eisenstein and warn the Imperium

no, it's too easy. for once I won't go after the low hanging fruit

they share an emotional farewell and that's that

heehooheehoo

also i guess keeler stopped screaming and is properly awake now cause sindermann is going to give a speech oh okay

i do have to wonder how he's gonna square this circle with emperor worship though

"for a time that was what we did" okay i think i see how he's going to do this

sindermann ends the speech calling for peace instead of war yeah you know what that's kinda what i'd expect from an iterator and once again, the aesthetic lucius is confronted with is on point

the gunfire is throwing around the sheet music lol

"hans, are we the baddies"

take a shot

also somehow the leader of the rebellion is the best fighter is this a videogame lol

he's fighting lucius rn

it's still very funny to me that due to eidolon's pettiness lucius despite probably being as slaaneshi as everyone else, got sent down with the other loyalists hey what's loken up to

really, loken? really? okay im reading the description and it really doesn't seem as bad piles of dead bodies, the main difference is the loud music

kek

oh time for cackling horuslamp to have his evil disabled vizier whisper in his ear that there's a problem it's about sindermann's speech

horus: the next time i hear about him i want it to be about his death undescribed by the author, he flexed while stroking his moustaches and cackling evilly

back on the planet, Lucius kills Praal and ends the music so things suddenly become easier for Torgaddon and Loken HOWEVER they've completely lost any traces of the vengeful spirit it's like the ship isn't even there…

let's see what the iterators are doing about to do something stupid i see

maloghurst sent them a message, a very sad message

sindermann: you know i have to admire it mersadie: yeah but ITS STILL A TRAP sindermann: but what if it's real…

S I G H

anyways Keeler override they're going

#bluejay reads warhammer #warhammer 40k #horus heresy

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Watch "Star Trek: The Motion Picture (1/9) Movie CLIP - Kirk Takes Over (1979) HD" on YouTube

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And so he knows the guy's name is that super soldier from the other Star Trek movie and that's who they are pursuing after in the city of San Francisco and they have a battle and it's never really happened and it starts happening more and people are horrified and they find out that everybody is going to ship practically but these people are fighting over very very big and powerful weaponry and they're fighting over Giants and they're still in Giants from our son's clan and daughters clan nope from our son's clan and they're horrified they feel badly for him and have to find out if his DNA is taken by Tommy f and it could be much worse than people think

Well this is the atmosphere these two are at each other for real they are tooth and nail usually hear they're showing decorum and calm and sincerity and they're using full sentences and it's too impressive Star Trek credo and genre and it's respectful of people who do this job 24 hours a day and they're doing it quite a bit and they do have a serious side and they start putting it on quite often because of the mass of threat the time you have presents and we think he gets other ships up but not positive but we think he does and they have more space battles coming up

Thor Freya

This is an exciting way to show it and interesting it always bickering and fighting at least two of the worst no but they're usually at it but really it's about who's in charge and Kirk is taking control back and that's why it's interesting and exciting and it's showing it and he's wearing his dress uniform so all of us please what is go to our stations and where does concentrated what we're doing and wait time they know some thoughts you have about it

Hera

The mac is coming back, and this comes back enough temporal distortions will form which may change the status and current situation counting on Tommy f is not right as well as illegal we know it his use is it must be made clear we also cannot lose

Zues

And what it means is we must not we cannot allow it ever this is an actor doing the ACT is what they're doing and they're fairly repulsive people

Thor Freya

I'm going to regret saying this but we have to get a son some rest but he's doing the job and just as awesome

Olympus

#Youtube

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mrs-gucci · 3 years ago

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I’m going to try come up with other ideas lol but these jumped out at me. I would absolutely use these for something! I’m saving them too because I just might!

But if you feel like it, these combined scenarios could be really fun for a sarcastic, grouchy ass Flip or Kylo AU. It could be anything from enemies to antagonists to the guy being in trouble with you currently from doing stupid shit and trying to make up with you! Anything you think!

your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something this cheeky motherfucker takes notice of

there's only one bed, but this time, they're arguing over who should sleep on the floor, which nobody agrees to, so instead they end up sharing, incredibly annoyed over having to share their space (it’s not like friends to lovers, in which they both awkwardly get into bed. this is straight up just. i will set this bed on fire if you don’t stay on your side)

The Longest Knight {Sir Kylo Ren x Reader}

author's notes: hello, hello! shannon, dear, you always seem to know what I'm in need of when you send requests in. I've been dying for an excuse to write some medieval/knight Kylo, and this fits in perfectly with that AU, so thank you! <3

**THERE ARE SOME DARK(ER) THEMES IN THIS STORY, BUT ONLY AT THE VERY BEGINNING (there’s an indicator of when the dark content ends, in bold, you can’t miss it). PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS AND TW’S BEFORE PROCEEDING!**

warnings: some angst. some gore. some fluff. smut. enemies-with-benefits. sex w/o feelings. kylo is a huge douche (but in, like, a lowkey sexy way).

tw's: (at the very beginning): dead bodies & blood, vivid depictions of wounds/injuries, brief depictions of battle, implied (battle-related) murder. mentions of sex work (later on in the story, not relating to the reader character).

word count: 4.4k

terms to know: loincloth: groin-covering cloth tied around the waist (literally just underwear). bedswerver: “adulterer” (an insult). mamillare: medieval breast band (bra).

When the sounds of marching footfall, deep cries of manly battle, and shod hooves pounding on the drought-hardened ground had ceased from the air, you saddle your horse and ride out to the far field of your property.

The putrid smell of rotting flesh hits you before any bodies are even in view. Your prized stallion slows his trot, nostrils flaring and ears perked forward as the scene of battle presents itself to both of you.

He begins to snort and whinny in acute panic at the sight of so many corpses, both human and horse. Your stomach begins to churn, and you can barely bring yourself to look upon the scene as your heel encourages him onward, wanting to make sure there aren’t any surviving soldiers.

Both sides seem to have suffered great loss, although you’re unsure which corpses belong to which side. The conflict betwixt Alderaan and Naboo has been dragging on much too long, and at the end of the day, is any conflict truly worth all of the lives lost?

You certainly didn’t think so, but perhaps you’re just too close to this war, incapable of having an unbiased opinion due to the loss of your beloved husband at the hands of Sir Kylo Ren, the Alderaanean calvary general and the most feared man across all five kingdoms.

As you make your rounds to check for survivors, much to the dismay of your steed, you quickly lose almost all hope that anyone laid here ended up surviving the brutality apparently brought down upon them during the fight.

Suddenly, your horse lifts himself up on hinds legs ever so slightly, jogging in place as a barely-audible groan comes from one of the men. His hand moves ever so slightly, and you quickly rush over to him, dismounting with a small first aid bag.

His helmet is that of a high-ranking official, but on which side he belongs, it’s too hard to tell. Not that it truly matters, you’d take just about any man with the courage to fight these battles.

“Sir?” You say, kneeling down beside the large man. “Do you remember what happened to you?”

He grunts lowly, winter-chapped lips opening in an attempt to speak. “S-Stomach.”

Once your mind registers his husky words, you look down at his abdomen and see that his armor seems to have been compromised in a spot right on the side of his stomach. Fresh blood seeps from the deep wound, and you cringe, grabbing one of the towels from your pack to gently wipe away some of the blood, but the tear in flesh is so deep, it’s impossible to do with just one towel. **dark content warnings ENDS**

“My estate is just a short ride from here. I cannot hold your weight myself, but if you can mount my horse, I will take you back and mend your wounds to the best of my ability.”

The mask nods softly, slowly but surely lifting himself up off the ground, wobbling towards your horse, who snorts nervously. He seemingly understands the severity of the situation, though, and stands still as the knight sits himself on his back.

From there, he lays back, breath catching in his throat as his injuries are tweaked with each of the horses’ strides. You hold onto the reins, leading your stallion back to the house.

After quite a bit of maneuvering and a lot of quarreling with the injured knight, you finally manage to set him up the cot in your spare bedroom. He sits down on the chair as you do so, mumbling and grumbling about his pain. You found it quite annoying, really, but you can’t really blame him for acting in such a way.

“You’ll need to remove your armor, sir. I cannot treat your wounds with it on.”

“By God’s bones.” He curses under his breath in annoyance, but stands and removes his body armor nonetheless.

Piece by piece is peeled from his body, his physically intimidating figure revealed slowly to your curious eyes. Only his under-layers were left, soon enough, and you found it a bit odd that he hadn’t taken his helmet off first. You would think that would be a great relief to have the proper air exposure on your face, but you’re not really in a place to make assumptions about that sort of thing.

His brilliantly alabaster skin is severely bloodied, bruised, and badly butchered. He would require quite some time to heal and recover, but if you learned anything from being married to an army man, it’s that they’re all stubborn bastards who never take the proper time to allow time for their bodies to properly heal.

He’s soon fully exposed to you, minus his helmet and threadbare loincloth, and you have to look away quickly as your cheeks heat up. The small garment left very little to the imagination, and this knight was...well endowed, to put it kindly.

Putting your own personal feelings aside for the betterment of the patient, you look back up at him with a small smile. “You may remove your helmet now, good sir.”

“I cannot reach up to grab it from my head.” He says in a flat, unamused voice.

“Of course.” You scold yourself for not thinking of that. “Well, if you lay down on the cot, I shall remove it for you.”

Instead of protest, which is what you expected, he complied with your instructions and laid down on the cot. He grunts satisfyingly at the comfort of a mattress, most likely used to sleeping on the ground.

When you reach for the bottoms of his helmet to pull it off, he suddenly snatches your wrist, stopping you instantly.

“If you need touch me, ask before doing so.” His voice is nothing more than a growl.

You almost roll your eyes, starting to truly become annoyed with this knight. You invited him into your home and you’re willing to be his bedside nurse...and he has the audacity to request something like this.

Again you’re forced to put your personal feelings aside for the sake of your patient and for the maintenance of your bedside manner, forcing a smile onto your face. “With all due respect, sir, I’m your nurse for the time being. I will be needing to touch you quite often. Am I really expected to ask each and every time?”

“Yes.” He replies.

Your jaw clenches and you wish nothing more in this moment than to smack this man right across the face.

“Fine. May I please remove your helmet?”

Sparing you the assurance of a vocal reply, the mask simply nods, and you pull it over his head. When the face of your patient is revealed to your eyes, you’re appalled.

It’s Sir Kylo Ren...the man that murdered your husband.

You drop the helmet onto the ground, metal clattering as it rocks back and forth once it’s settled in one spot on the hardwood. This can’t be real.

He snarls. “Why are you looking upon me with that expression? Have you never seen a man before? I have wounds that need tended to, girl, and I’d like to be out of here before sundown.”

Anger begins to boil your blood, tears burning in your eyes as you look down at the man before you.

“You bastard.” Your hand raises, ready to strike him clean against the cheek. He catches your fist in his hand before you can, though.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” Kylo warns, squeezing your fist. “I’ll have to have you beheaded for hitting an army man, and your head is much too pretty to be put to such waste.”

You snort, yanking yourself from his grip, teeth gritting as you walk out to fetch all the medical supplies. He’s wearing a cocky expression when you walk back in.

“I recognize you.” He says.

You huff, unamused. “How could you possibly recognize me? We’ve never met.”

His lips curl up into a devious smirk. “You’re right, we haven’t met before, but I recognize you from your husband’s description. I asked him what you looked like, since he was babbling on and on about you.”

You freeze up, bottom lip beginning to quiver as Sir Kylo continues.

“Then I drove my blade straight through his pathetic chest, and later that night, I touched myself as I thought of you.”

He chuckles deviously.

“Bedswerver!” You yell, cocking your fists once more and lunging at him, ready to strike once more. But then, you stop yourself, knowing the consequences you’d surely face should you actually hit him.

Your fists lower and you simply say nothing, preparing the cloths in the warm water. The tears run down your cheeks on their own volition, but you quickly wipe them away before turning back towards him.

“He wasn’t worthy of your company, Y/N.” Kylo says as you begin to clean the wounds on his stomach. “And he clearly didn’t satisfy you in the way you needed, considering the manner in which you looked over my body when I took my armor off.”

His hand reaches around and squeezes your ass, making you jump.

“How long has it been, little lamb? A young woman like you shouldn’t have to live without a man to satisfy her aching need.”

You can’t pretend that you’re not aroused by his words, by his touch. But you’d never let him have you, not in a thousand years. So, you quickly swat his hand away and continue cleaning his wounds. “That’s none of your concern, Sir Kylo. I am perfectly content without a man and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”

He laughs. “That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one. I bet you’re aching right now, just from my words and my simple touch.”

Before he can touch you further, you back away, limbs trembling with anger and frustration. You dunk the bloody rag back into the bowl of water, ring it out a bit, then throw it onto his chest.

“Clean the wounds yourself, since you can obviously move your hands and arms perfectly fine.” You say, wiping your own on a dry cloth. “I’ll be back to bandage you in a bit.”

“Don’t think of me too much, lamb. You’ll release too quickly.” He snickers as you slam the door shut behind you, bursting into tears the moment you step foot into your bedroom.

You sob quietly, the freshly-healed stitches of your heart popping open one at a time, the grief and pain of losing your beloved consuming you once more.

And now you’re here, mending his killer.

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It takes everything you have, every ounce of willpower, to wake up and face Sir Kylo every single day. You know you’re doing the right thing by helping him, but that doesn’t make dealing with him any easier.

He’s impossibly stubborn, arrogant beyond comprehension, and increasingly grumpy. But, you just have to keep going, keep pushing through, reminding yourself that each day brings you closer and closer to his inevitable departure.

You’ve all but blocked out his inappropriate and antagonizing comments or remarks, just getting his bandages replaced and then leaving the room as quickly as possible.

Today, though, he’s achieved a new level of jackassery, a thing you thought impossible until he did it. And boy, did he do it.

“I’ve made arrangements for a few whores to come and provide me some...company.”

Your fist tightens around the bandage in your hand. He smirks.

“You’re more than welcome to join us. There’s plenty of me to go around, little lamb. You’ll get your turn.”

“No, thanks. I think I’d rather stab myself with a sword.” You reply, beginning to switch out his bandages. “You’re lucky I’m even allowing it to occur in my house.”

He just chuckles. “You’d probably be bad, anyway.”

You suddenly rip the bandage off of his skin, causing him to cry out in pain. He looks at you, and you glare down at him. “Just...can you please just stop talking for once in your life? Must you always berate me when all I’ve done over the past few weeks is take care of you? Is this what kindness, genuine kindness, gets me?”

He suddenly seems to sober up, to let what he’s done to you sink in. It doesn’t last long, but you still see it. Perhaps he does have the capability to feel at least some sense of remorse.

Kylo stays quiet for the rest of the time you tend to his wounds, and when you turn to leave, the two words you’ve been convinced are not in his vocabulary, come from the behind you.

“Thank you.”

This sliver of empathy is short lived, especially after the girls from the local brothel make their way up to his room.

“Oh! Oh! Sir Kylo!”

You shake your head, attempting to read in the study, which is located on the other side of house from the guest bedroom. Yet, their screams, cries and the various other lewd noises still manage to make their way to your ears.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” “Take it, whore, take it!” “Kyloooooooo!”

The temptation to go up there and kick the girls out is increasing by the second, but you don’t. Maybe this will help mellow him out a bit, make him more manageable. Plus, you’re pretty sure that you’d have to carve your eyes out after walking in on whatever they’re doing up behind that closed door.

Unfortunately for you, it becomes progressively more difficult to focus on your book as the burn between your thighs intensifies. It’s been almost two years since your husband was murdered, which means that it’s been a little over that since you were last intimate with someone.

Normally, and up until Sir Kylo entered your household, you were more than fine subduing your sexual desires. You haven’t once touched yourself, not that you’d really know how to anyway, and you certainly weren’t about to start now.

You cross your legs, hoping that’ll quell some of the burning, but it only makes it worse. Another half an hour passes and your hand now rests on your thigh, slowly inching down towards your soaked and quivering pussy.

Just a quick touch won’t hurt...he doesn’t have to know...

Luckily, a knock at the door brings your motions to a stop. You sigh in relief, walking over to open the door. When you do, you’re met with a bandaged bare torso, a very muscular bare torso. His skin glistens with sweat and the smell of sex radiates from his essence.

He’s still breathing heavily as he stands in the doorway, looking down at you.

“We’re finished upstairs.” He says breathily. “I’m due for my afternoon bandage change, whenever you’re ready.”

You watch him saunter away, admiring the way his muscles stretch and tense with each stride. You’re burning up by now, both your skin and your arousal, and you wonder how you’re going to get through this next bandage change.

When you enter the room, the musk of sex is thick in the air, humidity at a suffocating level. You try to ignore it, try not to let it get to you, but it’s just surrounding you.

Your skin begins to glisten, brow furrowed as you focus on trying to change these bandages as quickly as possible. Kylo seems to take notice of your hurry, your sudden perspiring.

“Is something wrong?” He asks you, biting back a smirk. “You seem flustered.”

Nodding, you continue on with the bandaging. “I’m fine, just a bit warm is all.”

Kylo hums, reaching down to grab your wrist as you reach up to re-bandage the wound on his chest. He brings your fingers up to his lips, sucking the tips into his mouth gently, tongue swiping over the pads of your digits.

You try to pull away, to leave before you do something you regret, but his hold on you is firm. And if you’re honest with yourself, you don’t actually want him to stop.

Oh lord, this is bad. It’s so wrong. You shouldn’t want this. He murdered your husband, the man you loved. He’s so smug and cocky and yet...it’s what you’ve been wanting this whole time, the thing you’ve tried to suppress, to not let yourself want.

But now, everything else be damned, you want this. You need this. And damnit, you’re gonna have it.

His lips release your fingertips with a lewd pop! sound, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You haven’t tried to pull away or tell me off in a minute or two. Is everything alright?”

You huff. “Just do it.”

He raises his eyebrows, sitting up a little. “Do what? What do you want me to do, little lamb?”

“You know what I want.”

“Oh yes, I’m fully aware of what you want.” He smirks. “But I want to hear you say it out loud.”

You cross your arms on your chest, trying to ignore the twang of guilt that shoots through you as you prepare to say the words aloud.

“Fine. I want you to f-fuck me.”

“That’s right. I knew you wanted it.” Kylo takes your hand and trails it down his muscular abdomen, stopping just above where his loincloth sits on his hips.

“Take it off.”

You’re chewing your lip numb as you reach down and undo the tie holding the garment on. Your breath hitches as you slide it off, exposing his member, which is hardening steadily.

“Instead of staring, perhaps you’d like to try touching it?” He smirks.

You shoot him a glare. “Stop talking, for once in your life, please spare my ears the sound of your constant squabble.”

Kylo chuckles, putting his hands behind his head.

Your hand wraps around the base of his length, and he grunts softly. It’s your turn to wear a smirk.

“Oh, do you like that, Sir Kylo?”

He huffs. “Every man likes their cock being touched. Don’t go thinking that it means anything.”

You squeeze his shaft, drawing a deep grunt from his lips and small buck of his hips. He looks away, jaw clenched in an attempt to prevent any further noises.

This fact only makes you more determined, hand pumping his cock with more vigor, alternating between different paces and pressures to really drive him crazy.

You’re thoroughly enjoying this, drinking in the sight of him trying his absolute hardest not to react to the touches that so obviously arouse him. You tease him even more, using your fingers to touch certain parts of his length.

Well, it’s fun for the few minutes it lasts, but suddenly, you find yourself in his position, laid back on the cot. He’s on top of you, now, pushing the skirts of your dress up, fingers yanking the laces on your bodice.

He quickly pulls it off, followed by your skirts, leaving you in only your mamillare and your loincloth. His eyes roam your newly exposed skin for a moment before his hand slips down between your thighs, fingers pressing up against the fabric.

“I knew it. Were you listening, little lamb? Were you listening to me fuck those whores and wishing it was you?”

Your breath hitches. “Well, it was sort of hard not to listen when the girls were screaming.”

His fingers wrap around the waist tie, pulling them down to fully expose your wet heat. He smirks, rubbing around until he finds that one spot that has your back arching and a gasp escaping your lips.

Before he can even say anything, you reiterate his words in a mocking tone. “Every woman likes being touched there. Don’t go thinking that it means anything.”

He huffs, rubbing you harder.

“Tell me how wet you got when you heard me fucking those whores. Tell me that you wanted a turn on my cock, wondered how good I’d feel inside you.”

“N-No.” You say, a stern expression on your face. “I’ll never say that to you.”

His jaw clenches as he bends down, lips next to your ear. “You'll be screaming it once I’m done with you.”

Your eyes widen when his fingers slowly press up into your entrance.

“Kylo...” You’ve never been touched in this way before. It’s...different, and not necessarily unpleasant.

He sees your hesitation. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

And you did.

His digits begin moving in and out of you, curling up occasionally to stimulate a certain tender spot inside you. You’re biting down on your lip, surely hard enough to break the skin, trying your darndest not to give him the privilege of hearing your noises.

As you did to him, seeing you suppress your noises only spurs him on more, movements becoming quicker, swifter. Your orgasm draws closer with each skilled stroke, but just before you reach your peak, he pulls out.

You thought you wanted to hit him before; now, you kind of want to pop some of his abdomen stitches.

“Why did you do that?”

He laughs devilishly, reaching down to pump his cock, slicking it with the juices of your arousal. “You didn’t think I’d actually let you get off that easily, did you?”

“Well, I was sort of hoping...”

You’re brought to silence when he crawls on top of you, trapping you beneath his massive form. His mushroom head swirls around your entrance, collecting some of your slick before pressing it inside of you.

It’s been quite a while since you’ve had anyone, and you don’t think you’ve ever had someone of his size before, so you gasp softly as he presses forth. Soon, his entire length is seated in you, stretching and filling you to the brim.

His eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he tries to remain still in order to allow you an adjustment period. Once you’ve had some time, he begins moving his hips, rolling them at a steady pace.

“Knew you’d have a nice little cunt,” He growls, teeth baring. “So wet and tight for me, little lamb.”

You bite your numbing lip in an attempt to prevent any of the desperate moans or cries that want to escape. He’s doing something similar, jaw clenched tightly.

Only the wet squelch and sharp snapping of skin colliding can be heard between the two of you, minus the occasional grunt or sharp inhale from either of you, which is quickly shut down almost as soon as it slips out.

Soon, you feel your climax begin to appear on the horizon, walls clenching and pulsing around his cock. He takes notice, quickly speeding his rhythm up, exhaling loudly through his flared nostrils.

He’s getting close, too, balls pulling up as his body prepares itself for orgasm. The energy between you two, as well as your physical movements, quickly turn desperate.

“Don’t release inside me.”

“I’m flattered that you think I’d even want to.” He says, smugly.

You huff, rolling your eyes. “I see that even the throws of passion and ecstasy is still not enough to tamper your unbearable attitude.”

“There is nothing that can stop me from taking the opportunity to get a rise out of you, milady.” He smirks before his brows knit in the center of his forehead. “If you’re gonna cum, I suggest you do it s-soon.”

Your eyes flutter shut, hips attempting to lift up off the mattress, wanting him to hit that certain spot inside you. As soon as you find the right angle, a choked sob leaves your lips as you’re quickly brought and tossed over the edge.

Kylo groans softly, thrusting rapidly before pulling out at the last minute, spilling his seed all over your abdomen.

Both of you are breathless as you ride out your climaxes, basking in the peaceful bliss that washes over your body, basking in the luxury of his utter and complete silence. It was a welcome change, a much-needed reprieve from the past few weeks of dealing with him.

He eventually flops down onto the mattress beside you, grabbing and re-securing his loincloth around his hips. You’re already a bit sore from being stretched for the first time in two years.

“May I just sleep here tonight, Sir Kylo? Unless you’d like to carry me back over to my bedroom.”

The side-eye he gives you is incredibly humorous, but you contain your laughter, not wanting to add oil to the flame.

“I won’t be a bother. I will stay on this side of the cot; you’ll barely even know I’m here.”

“Are you truly incapable of walking yourself back to your bedroom after one session of fucking? Was I really that amazing that I’ve left you unable to move about the house?” He laughs.

"And suddenly, the pain of walking over to my room seems less painful than staying here and listening to your vexing squabble.”

Kylo huffs. “If you stay here for the night, you may not breach the center of the mattress. I will kick you out if you even come close to bumping into me or making any sort of physical contact.”

Mocking his words from earlier, you smirk. “I’m flattered that you think I’d even want to touch you.”

“Very funny.” He says, flatly, rolling over to face away from you. “Just stay on your fucking side of the bed.”

You roll your eyes, sitting up to braid your hair for bed before fluffing the goose-feather pillow beneath your head, settling down for the night. Soon, Sir Kylo’s obnoxious snores bounce off the walls and you put your pillow over your head, hoping to muffle the noise.

God, even his snores are arrogant.

The next morning, when your eyes flutter open at the first sign of light through the window, you find the sheets next to you vacant.

You sit up, eyebrows furrowed as you look around the room, ears open to listen for any noise anywhere in the house. You don’t hear anything.

Then, you see a piece of rolled up parchment on his pillow along with a small satchel. When you open the pouch, you’re shocked to see a pile of shiny coins. You unrolled the note, reading the sloppy script.

For the medical supplies and for your trouble. Here’s hoping our paths never cross again.

-Kylo

As you read the very brief and to-the-point note, you can practically hear his snide voice in your head reciting it. The cold, cocky tone of his words shone through the parchment and ink, incredibly so. You huff, tossing the note back onto the pillow before getting up to begin the day.

Well...at least you’ll never have to see him again.

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sleeplessincairo · 5 years ago

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[ dating bucky barnes would include: ]

warnings: a somewhat vague sexual outline and a few cusses

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Him walking around with a notebook everywhere. Bucky got the idea from Steve when he saw him writing new things to his modern day to-do-list, so Bucky decided to do the same except fill his notebook up with his old memories instead; anything he could remember from his life before being The Winter Soldier. At first, there were only a few pages filled but as his life starting to include domestic and mundane-as well as a healthy environment-activities, he started having spontaneous and soon-to-be-frequent flashbacks that, later on, contributed to dozens of notebooks filled with not The Winter Soldier, not Prisoner #56898, not White-Wolf, but James Buchanan Barnes.

You never mentioned the notebook to Bucky nor asked to read it-Bucky was a private person, and you understood and respected that-but you still started carrying a pen with you, just in case he ever needed one.

At first, the notebook(s) was/were filled with solely memories of his past-No matter how insignificant. Whether it was that time the toilet got clogged in his shabby little apartment and had to stay with Steve and Sarah Rogers for a week because he couldn't afford a plumber or that time he lost his shoe in bar brawl and some swanky chrome-dome gave him a few bucks to buy some shoes and a sock without a hole in it. He wrote everything his mind could clearly grasp. But as the two of you got closer, he started filling it with memories he had with/of you because-even if he would never admit it-you made him feel right at home.

You may or may not have stolen his dog tags from the Smithsonian museum just as a reminder that even after all the pain, despair, manipulation, and torture he still managed to be the good person he was all those years ago. He was still James Barnes, local heartthrob that volunteered at the soup kitchen during his free time, that fought a war and lost an arm during the process, that dreamt of flying cars and a future without all fights and wars, that had a soft spot for a certain trouble-attracting boy whose heart was too big for his body.

“Jesus doll, I didn’t know I was dating a thief.” “Oh James, I thought you’d already realized that when I stole your heart from right under your nose.”

Bucky’s not big on talking or directly verbally professing his love, but that’s okay; His eyes tell you everything. There was always something about Bucky’s eyes that were so mesmerizing, so captivating, you could instantly tell how he was feeling. Before you, his eyes resembled a pale arctic blue that were as cold as glaciers-His eyes were hollowed and empty, scratched raw from any emotion but your growing presence thawed them out, they warmed through the cold exterior of what was once The Winter Soldier and reminded you that the hottest fires burn blue.

He does, however, reference quite a few interesting slang choices from the 40′s, which is his own little way of demonstrating verbal affection, ranging from calling you ‘Doll’ & ‘Sweetheart’ to calling you ‘The Cat’s Meow’ & ‘Butter and Egg Fly’

He’s never been very invested in hygiene. It never really was something important for him since he was in the Army and BO was a pretty normal thing, and then he became The Winter Soldier and HYDRA never exactly gave him a bathtub-Not that he was in the right mindset to to care about it anyway-So you usually have to remind him to shower everyday-Not that you mind, it would usually end with the both of you showering together and you having the opportunity to wash his hair yourself.

Soon enough, Bucky gets real invested in hygiene, he starts reading about self-care routines, exfoliating, conditioning, and gets completely hooked. Secretly, he does it because he likes the routine, something mundane and fixed to do to keep him busy.

You’re the only one that gets to call him James. Something about the way you say it warms his heart, he’d focus completely on the way your mouth moves as you say it-It reminded him of the way his mother would say his full name before busting his chops about coming home all dirty but then later ruffling his thick hair and offering a plate of strawberry jam sandwhiches, or how the word was always lurking in the dark corners of his mind like the silhouette of a ghost he couldn’t seem to recognize until you brought it to life.

Him always reaching out for your hand when he feels out-of-place, outside, or honestly just all the time because it helps him feel secure and grounded.

Steve third wheeling the both of you all the time. No seriously, literally all the time. He spends more time in the apartment you and Bucky share more than his own to the point where you and Bucky wonder if he actually has one.

Steve has a key to your place-Even though, the both of you never gave him a key in the first place-and has a habit of interrupting the both of you or walking in on the worst possible moments.

“Hey guys, what are ya doi-Oh...Sorry I didn't know-Buck, you don't need to throw-Jesus, okay, okay I’m going.”

“Who the hell does it look like I’m doing, Steve.”

Bucky being very insecure about his arm, he even refuses to touch you with that arm-Subconsciously, he’s afraid he’ll accidentally hurt you. At first, he only ever wears long-sleeved shirts and a glove even on the hottest days as if he’d somehow forget that there was a metallic limb under all the cotton, but slowly like molasses he starts accepting it. He starts wearing open finger gloves, then discarding the gloves, then wearing 3-quarter sleeves, then short-sleeved shirts, then sleeveless shirts, then finally feeling comfortable enough to take off his shirt in front of you which leads to a night filled with discarded clothing, the sounds of soft murmurs and reassurances, the rolling of each other’s names off each other tongues like a prayer, and the rustling of the blanket against the delicate movement of your intertwined bodies skin-on-skin, skin-on-metal as the both of you unravel thread by thread in each other’s arms.

Truth is, you love his metal arm, you love the way it’s cool against your warm cheek on hot summer nights, you love the splashes of light that kiss it every morning making it sparkle, you love the soft and soothing whirring noises it lets out breaking the silence in your room, you love it because it’s a part of him and God knows how much you love everything about this man.

Despite being the assassin that killed JFK, managed to get away with it, and mind boggle conspiracists for decades he’s a bit clumsy. He has a habit of accidentally breaking things and later on, not telling you about it.

"James Buchanan Barnes, I thought I developed super strength-and even asked Stark to do some tests on me, but apparently you just happened to forget to mention and explain why the fuck doors are falling off their hinges!"

Losing sleep with Bucky. He tends to have very frequent and graphic nightmares which leads to various panic attacks and the inability to sleep, and you're more than happy to stay up with him and comfort him. Sometimes you’d talk while he listened and watched the way your lips moved or the way the pony tail you had gone to bed with loosened and hundreds of strands escaped the grasp of the hair band or the way a yawn would escape your lips and your hand would momentarily rise to cover your mouth but get lazy halfway, other times you’d lay in each other’s arms in complete silence while you traced patterns on his chest and trail kisses across his skin.

You being his anchor. You holding him tightly and assuring him that he’s okay, that you're here, that you're real, that he’s out, that he’s safe, and many other tender 3-worded sentences uttered over and over again like a mantra until he’s murmuring them back into your chest.

Sometimes, when he has really bad nightmares and panic attacks you grab his notebook and start reading the memories out loud while you lay his head on your lap and run your hand through his hair in a calming manner until he calms down. It soon becomes a regular thing where you read him a memory before he goes to bed like a bedtime story.

Bucky Barnes is a man who was tortured and tormented for years, a man whose life was ripped right from his very arms along with his very own arm, a man who has gone through a long and unforgettable journey where he has learned to cope, grow, accept, and embrace himself and now he’s made it his mission to encourage and help others to do the same, whether they're struggling with their sexuality, amputation, mental illness, gender, or general self-acceptance.

You educated him about women’s rights because things are a lot different then in the 1940s; women are no longer obligated to get married, cater to a man’s every whim, have children, and other traditional gender roles. At first, Bucky’s very confused and doesn't understand why feminism is so important-I mean, lets face it, Bucky was raised in a traditional society and was later on manipulated to being a bloodthirsty assassin and now suddenly, he can think on his own and his life has turned completely upside down from thinking his own thoughts without HYDRA around to thinking past social constructs and norms so its normal for him to be a bit weary. However, you're there to explain thoroughly about how unjust society still is and how women may have won a few battles but still have a war to fight in a society where they are hyper-sexualized, mistreated, and controlled, and Bucky immediately thinks of Peggy Carter and how the men used to catcall her, how they raked her body with inappropriate stares, how she was ignored and seen as a pretty face, and then he finally understands.

Dozens of articles about mysterious beatings of assaulters around New York.

His metal arm is decorated with dozens of pins, magnets, and stickers of all the movements he supports. Oh man, you should see him during Women’s marches and Pride fairs, considering all the black he usually wears seeing him dressed in bright colors or a pink shirt that says ‘On Wednesdays, we destroy the patriarchy’. It’s a sight that truly belongs in the history books.

Bucky breaking hold of the toxic masculinity he was subjected to in the 1940s and advocating for men to be able to display their God-given emotions freely, to not feel obligated to put on a tough guy front, to telling boys its okay to cry, to feel, to act, to wear, and to be whomever they please to be.

Bucky visiting youth centers and giving advice and support to the kids there. Every kid he meets reminds him of Steve, whether its in their stubbornness, taste for trouble, lostness, or the glimmer of potential he sees in every single one of them. He remembers every single name of the teenager he meets and later on, uses them as a mantra whenever he’s undergoing a panic or anxiety attack as well as use SHIELD’s equipment to check up on them every once in a while.

Bucky going to children’s hospitals every week to cheer up the little kids there. He ends up being quite the inspiration and their ‘Favorite Superhero’ for the kids with amputations there and they end up being one of the very few people who are allowed to touch his metal arm. Something about the way their eyes shine with hope and their hands melt at the feeling of the metal warms his heart and his insecurities.

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girlbosstom · 3 years ago

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I'll just do this in one go here's my live reactions to stranger things. Season 4

Warning: Blunt

Overall the season is a solid meh for me so far but episode four did something to my mind body and soul

NOT THE HUG

I literally hate Mike btw Elle and Will are both the best characters and have the worst taste. God really does give his hardest battles to his bravest soldiers

Not fucking ARGYLE getting a better Hug than Will Mike is so homophobic DKLSGHSDGKLJDg

Mike treating Will like Chopped liver. You know that Tiktok audio that's like. "I don't care that you're a kid. I'll snap your neck like a twig." That's me with mike.

Lucas's plotline is so... blegh

Nancy is so hot to me i need y'all to know this

I love how they couldn't write a more stereotypical high school experience but also it kind of works? I feel like its because stranger things borrows from a lot of 80s film tropes so it makes sense within the world. The blonde who bullies Elle is too much tho LKDSJF

Max is so based for not talking to the cops

I hate that they're all separated BTW. They're too large of an ensemble for this

Hell yeah Roller rink. Hell yeah.

Elle saying Will doesn't come to the roller rink a lot but she does because she parties. Homophobic.

Will sadly skating DGLKJDGH

OOOH Managing Editor had a Kendall Roy car crash moment :)

EVERYONE SKATING AROUND ELLE AND LAUGHING?!?!?!? DSKGJLDSGHKDSJH STOP THATS SO STUPID

NOT HER GETTING MILKSHAKED?!?! LIKE IN GLEE?!?! LIKE WHEN THEY THREW SLUSHIES ON PEOPLE IN GLEE?!?!

THEM FINDING THE DRUG DEALER THROUGHD FKLJD MOVIES

This season has great aesthetics but it also is definitely suffering from some aesthetics over plot syndrome. I still like it as a whole? But there's a lot.

No because that bitch who got a rollerskate to the face 100% deserved it sorry violence is the answer sometimes.

Johnathan is so high im asdfjsdaf

Of fucking COURSE Mike is bitter about this! Maybe if you hit that bitch in the face with a rollerskate i'd have a slice of respect for you

Does lucas just vibe in this gross ass house now?

Honestly they are really good at writing conflict this fight between Elle and Mike

Dustin is such a rockstar I love him

Lucas has no spine oh my LORD

DID THAT BOY JUST TELL THEM HE KNOWS WHERE EDDIE IS?!!?!?!!?!?

why does nancy hate robin im gonna punch her with a rollerskate

If this thing gets max i quit

Sadie is a fantastic actress btw she really stands out

Okay I'm obsessed with nancy and robin's dynamic. Hostile affection

Yuri has russian tom wambsgans vibes no i will not explain

HOLY FUCK THEY GETTING GUNNED DOWN

I love the realness of the boys screaming and losing their minds

I dont like that this episode is called dear billy ok. I don't like where its placed in the season and that Max is a lovable side character I don't like it what if she dies

Wow i do not care about this joyce storyline At ALL

OH MY FUCK OH MY FUCK OH MY FUCK MAX MY ANGEL MY DARLING MY LOVE THE SHOT OF HER LEVITATING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER BROTHERS GRAVE THE WAY SHE RUNS THE W OH MY WORD?!?!?! OH

Not the end of episode four making me cry that's the power of running up that hill

Okay episode five here we go i'm so on board with argyle being thrust into this world.

Oh no its a trappp who would have guessed

They should stop introducing new characters we already have way too much on our plate

Here lies Government agent man

oh my GODDDD I do not CARE about this evil basketball team

Nancy keeps choosing robin over steve LMFAO

"I've never fought in a real world scenario, okay?"

Why on earth is the music in the scene where Mike and da boys decide to go to utah so cartoonish

I really dont care about this poor framed metalhead nerd sitting in his house

my guess the demon is going to attack the guy while they're attacking the metalhead

I would be down for steve and nancy even though i dont care it doesn't make me mad you know

NOT HIM BEING GOOD AT FIGHTING

GIRL DONT SHOOT IN A PLANE

HOW ARE THEY GONNA SURVIVE IN THE WOODS

damn episode five is not doing it for me. episode four? that was cinema.

YES BB GOT HER POWERS BACK

honestly im still stuck on episode four im not gonna lie

Obsessed with this childrens game going on in susie's house?

Who the hell are you?

.......Aargghyle

no because this satanic panic shit is so scary to me i hate i hate it i haaate it

OH THE TOWN AINT BUYING IT

Oh wait.... oh no...... they're coming for them

There is so much they could have sped up this season good lord

I love it when the families get together and panic about their children

Steve my son you better be okay

STEVE NO STEVE STEVE STEVE

Do you know if these bats have rabies? DLKJGDSHGKL

"The kid wooorships you dude" I'm gonna cry.

why are they standing in the evil forest and talking about true love go get your guns

Still thinking about Max's running up that hill moment

SHE DID NOT JUST TAKE THAT COPS TIRES OUT LMFAO

Damn did they up the gore or is it just me

the mirroring of dustin and the kids and the teens is so cool

EWW THE STAINS ON THE MATTRESS

oh my god the shot of eleven and one standing in the rainbow room..... phenomenal

this villain monologue fucks actually but like. so many questions I have about the lore of it all that I know i'm not gonna get answers to.

okay the end that was wild and sporadic and a lot i need more will i need more of a lot worried because the hours this show has left are really truly not so many

its a fairly weak season for stranger things with an ambitiously massive ensemble and the covid restrictions definetly really hurt it. Episode four changed my life.

Billy is still a piece of shit though. Gonna have to tag this in the tag so people looking to weed out spoilers can do so wih me luck.

no cus you know that freak DND kid who mocked the satanic panic is gonna get framed for this

#stranger things #warning : BLUNT AND HEAT OF THE MOMENT #you are totally allowed to sent me asks about stranger things btw

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jazzforthecaptain · 7 years ago

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hi I know you’ve just finished field work so pls dont take this the wrong way kay, I'm only asking out of love. Do you have any sastiel fics planned for the future? Regardless of your answer to that, tell me about your favorite tropes or just like, general Stuff, when it comes to both writing and reading those two together. Everyone’s got different tastes right & i think is always fun to see people explaining (or trying to explain) why they're into certain stuff

Oh heck yes I have more sastiel I want to write, don’t you worry.

I want to try some canon!verse scenes. I’ve spent a lot of time writing Castiel, but didn’t study Sam’s character closely until I launched off on the first draft of Field Work. That story was posted this year, but the process of finishing and editing it was about two years’ worth of work.

If there’s a story concept or an AU you’d really like to see me tackle, I’m all ears! Just let me know. After all, Field Work came from a random request on the sastiel tag - I saw it, and in a few minutes the scenes from the first chapter were in my head.

This ask tickled me so much, because I would love to talk about sastiel but I’m better at answering questions than trying to write an organized Ship Manifesto. So now I have a relatively narrow avenue of attack!

That said? I’m still gonna write paragraphs.

I’m busily working my way through the sastiel available on ao3, but I can tell you right now that I’m always a slut for Castiel reassuring Sam that he’s Worthy and Lovable and A Good Person (and for Sam to do the same for Cas). I’m also a big, BIG fan of anytime Castiel gets to talk to Sam about the Big Bad Shit that’s happened in a way that gives them both relief and bonds them, if not absolution (because sometimes absolution just… well… isn’t appropriate or possible). Castiel getting to apologize/explain himself for the choices he made that negatively impacted Sam, and vice versa, and each discovering that they’re still loved and valued by the other because they have a similar tendency to judge themselves more harshly, and fail to forgive themselves, while forgiving their loved ones even when the consequences of poor choices were horrific. Good God these two need a confidante and a champion (and a mitigating voice), and I love it when they find it in one another.

Also, it should be noted, I prefer to take my Castiel the way I take my coffee; that is to say hot, strong, and bitter af. I love it when Castiel is characterized as the soldier he is, with real doubts about the chain of command he came from and a massive distrust of authority. I love it when his battle scars are as relevant to who he is as Sam’s are to him. I love it when Castiel is a sarcastic shit who struggles to take orders even if they came straight from the Big Man himself. And I love it when Sam is internally rage-y, fighting his own temper and his own demons, when he’s drowning in self-loathing, when he takes zero shit, when he questions Castiel and comes back at him and stands up for himself (and others). Trust is slow coming between a couple paranoid war vets with PTSD and a Complicated History so fraught with lies and broken promises you could write a soap opera on it. And yet. Both of these guys are the grand fucking champions of giving people second chances and letting past offenses go - I think they need each other. To help one another heal. To remind each other that they’re not monsters. To remind each other that there are good goddamned reasons to keep on keepin’ on even when the skeletons in their respective closets are dancing the fucking samba. Being a good man isn’t something you’re born as. It’s not something you lose with a single mistake. Being a good man means taking responsibility for and the consequences of your actions, actively caring, and trying hard not to repeat past mistakes - and those are things they both already do. Red_River’s story “Light Up the Sky” has a fantastic quote from Castiel that I think succinctly sums this up:

“You are no monster, Sam Winchester,” Castiel told him, the words less than a whisper. “You are not the best man I have ever known, but you try the hardest to be.”

So, spiraling off into AU territory, there’s a couple things I really like in that regard. I’m a sucker for Magical!Sam (thank @awabubbles!), and she’s got a story series started where White Magic Sam accidentally summons a badly wounded Soldier of God Castiel (have I mentioned I love Soldier of God Cas? Because I so fucking do, omg). Just, you know, think about Sam tending his hothouse full of rare plants while Castiel (who isn’t healing as fast as he expects to be healing, dammit) follows him around like an irritated cat. Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, wait don’t leave my sight dammit don’t touch me, wait okay rub my ears while I shove my face into your lilies.

Insert deflowering joke here.

I also adore non-paranormal contemporary romances (Castiel is a firefighter responding to a minor fire in Sam’s apartment building, aaaaand go~), high fantasy sword and sorcery (especially if it involves Castiel as a knight, have I mentioned I like soldier Cas? I have, haven’t I?), historical romances, and I hear there’s some excellent merfolk fiction but I haven’t as yet gotten to it. To be honest, I’ll give anything a fair shake at this point. I’m still discovering the fanfiction that’s out there, so in six months Idk, I could be begging for locked-room mysteries or something.

The thing I love the most about sastiel is how supportive the fandom is. Everyone is so encouraging about everyone else’s work - if you wanna write a thing there’s always someone else like ‘YEAH! Do the thing!’ And y’all show the fuck up. I cannot begin to express how much it meant that people were reading what I wrote and telling me about it. It’s renewed my commitment to leave feedback on works as well, because I want to pay it forward.

Sure, there are things I’m definitely not interested in reading that are out there in the sastiel tag, but I’m not here to throw down a list of Stuff That Annoys Me - I’d rather talk about the stuff I love. That seems to be the modus operandi of the community as a whole, and that gives me so much life. I hope it never changes.

Don’t worry - I’m slow as fuck but I’m not going anywhere.

#sastiel #samstiel #samcas

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protectoriisims-blog · 8 years ago

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OMG I LOVE the Minako/Mamoru ship! (though I don't RP either of them, but they're definitely one of my rare-pair ships of SM!) Please tell me how envision your AU verse with this ship working? Hell even platonically in canon what's Minako and Mamoru's relationship with each other like?

I don’t get to talk about these two often enough so HERE WE GO.

The AU:There are a few factors which play in to how they dynamic works: does Mamoru meet Minako prior to meeting Usagi? Has Tuxedo Kamen already did nothing aided Sailor Moon a few times? You see, IF Mamoru/Tuxedo encountered Minako/V PRIOR to meeting Usagi/Moon I feel the dyanimc begins very much the same as UsaMamo’s canon. Sure Minako is different than Usagi but let’s face it–her maturity only really develops from her time as Sailor V and as a civilian she’s still silly, dreaming about boys and idols and boys who are idols, etc. As Sailor V I imagine she’s just as quick as Sailor Moon to believe in Tuxedo and that he fights for good. I can see her swooning over him in the same fashion. Sailor VENUS, however, is not so quick to allow this. She is a woman with a mission to find her true princess and not even a cute guy in a tuxedo can derail that… at first. But he’s always there and he’s always giving her the courage she needs. Minako as either identity falls into generally the same attitude: he’s totally dreamy and mysterious, albeit a jerk. NOW, let’s say that Mamoru/Tuxedo encounter Minako/Venus at the same time as canon–after he’s already developing a sort of relationship with Usagi/Moon–and WHAM this girl comes along as the princess he’s searching for? Well if you like soap operas then saddle up. As Mamoru he is progressively falling in love with Usagi, the goofy yet sweet school girl who should probably study a little more. He’s endlessly fascinated by her (and her talking cat) and their relationship is blossoming. HOWEVER the part of him which is Tuexdo Mask yearns to know more about Sailor Venus, his Moon Princess, and so I see him staging robberies and other petty crimes just for a chance to talk to her and get some answers. If this isn’t bad enough imagine the drama unfolding in a battle: who does he protect? Sailor Moon, the hero whom until now he’s been right behind? Or does his focus shift to Sailor Venus, the faux princess? Picture it in your mind this idea of Mamoru being two separate entities being in love with different people. Let’s even just discuss Minako for a second (RIP my OG muse). Imagine, IMAGINE you’re trying to pretend being a princess to save your REAL princess from pain ONLY TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HER FORMER LOVER. How the fuck do you even cope with that? And now all parties involved have to make their decisions. Does Mamoru follow his heart to be with Usagi or does his alter ego reign supreme? Does Usagi/Moon give up the reincarnation of the man who fucking died for her, for her friend’s happiness? And just as equally does Minako give up on Mamoru or does she try for this small taste of happiness? I’m not joking when I say I could probably write a full on essay analyzing all of these things. Canon: This is something that also depends on what canon you’re sticking to. For example in the 90s anime the Senshi (Minako aside) all sort of have minor friendships with Mamoru that we see on screen. Hell, Rei even tried to DATE HIM. So I feel as though there’s no bad feelings between them but we don’t get anything to suggest otherwise as well. Mamoru, I feel, also tends to take more of a back-seat compared to all the Senshi in the 90s anime. Sure he helps Sailor Moon (like once a season) but more or less it’s the girls who grant her power most often. The 90s anime also didn’t really give them (MamoUsa) a credible relationship at certain points in the arcs. For example the infamous break up in R–MAMORU, WHY THE FUCK WOULDN’T YOU JUST, IDK, TALK TO USAGI?! WAS THAT TOO DIFFICULT FOR YOU? TO FORM REAL WORDS?! jfc. IIRC the manga/Crystal feature Mamoru and the Senshi interacting even less. So in some ways it’s a bit hard to imagine what they’re relation is like without some sort of base attitude. However, in my mind, they’re not openly friends but they realize they have so much in common and it creates this sort of silent bond. I read earlier another Mamoru blog, aegisol, mentioned both Mamoru and Minako tend to be deeply rooted in their past. To me this is common ground among them and it can lead to private discussions when they vent about mistakes they made in the Silver Millennium and how they’re trying to keep that horror from repeating, etc. I don’t think Minako ever has or ever will allow her to forget she was part of the reason for the Moon Kingdom falling and she carries that on her shoulders. One of the only people who I think feels remotely the same way is Mamoru. That’s not to say all the other Senshi and Usagi don’t reflect on their past lives but I feel overall they progress into a mindset of thinking more towards the future faster. Minako and Mamoru get there but it takes more time. I imagine too there’s not animosity, exactly, but there’s a silent battle of ‘I’m her loyal guardian and friend’ vs ‘I’m her past, present, and future lover and king.’. I like to believe in the future Sailor Venus is probably NQS’ main counsel aside from her husband and the other soldiers. As someone who has written both I sort of see Minako and Mamoru as two sides of the same coin: both are extremely loyal to Usagi, to their cause and their destiny, and will do anything to see a peaceful and bright future. They both reflect more on the past and allow themselves to sort of wallow in it more than anyone else as well. (Though TBH the Outers are REALLY good at wallowing in their fuck ups too.) They have a mutual respect for one another that will only go so far as both want to protect Usagi and the world. So I hope this all tends to make sense cause I feel like I’m starting to just babble endlessly and this fucker is just going to get longer and longer. I REALLY love talking about this dynamic, as well as anything with Mamoru and his relationships, so bring it the fuck on.

#this is SUPER LONG #ty anon for distracting me from my paper for an hour #Anonymous

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smokedanced · 2 years ago

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@smokedanced asked: [ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . / ed for izzy

Dark energy ripples in a faint aura around Isabela as she struggles to maintain control over her biotics during the back and forth shouting match between herself and Kaidan Alenko, emerald eyes darkening with a fury rapidly turning toward deadly hatred as he continues to spew accusations about her, many of which were clearly spoonfed to him by the Alliance Brass, and all of them enough to severely test what little patience she has left.

"You saw it yourself!" she snarls, gesturing sharply at the surrounding colony. "The Collectors are targeting human colonies, and they're working with the Reapers!"

"I want to believe you, Shepard, but I don't trust Cerberus!" Kaidan retorts sharply. "They could be using the threat of a reaper to manipulate you. What if they're behind it? What if they're working with the Collectors?"

"Oh, fuck you, Alenko!" Izzy snaps, the last of her patience strained to the breaking point just as Ed steps past her and punches the Alliance soldier square in the jaw, knocking the biotic off his feet.

A surprised, bitter laugh escapes her before she can bite it back, even as she moves to Ed's side, casually draping her arm around his shoulders to hold him back from continuing his assault. Unable to bring herself to reprimand him, given the circumstances, she glares down at Alenko where he lays stunned and prone on the ground before turning them away.

"Ed," she murmurs softly, glancing up at the man at her side. "You're my new favourite person in the galaxy. Just don't tell the others."

Edward, honestly, is trying to just be in for a ride. The short while he’s spent on board the Normandy has definitely proven he made the right choice, tagging along with Commander Isabela Shepard ⸺ Izzy, the nickname some of the crew use for her, still amuses him greatly, if only because his own first mate would fucking hate it.

Seeing the devastated colony, though, it’s made it just a bit more real. It’s not that Ed hasn’t seen terrible things before. Hell, he’s been the cause of terrible things. But there’s something fucking eerie about the Collectors, and what they do. It’s been a good fight ⸺ got a little worried there for a second, to be honest, but that’d only been some extra adrenaline, all good.

But this, this Alenko spewing his bullshit? Maybe it’s that Ed’s battle weary, maybe it simply irks him, the way Alenko’s treating Shepard, maybe he even wants to protect her, a little. Whatever his motives, he finds himself stepping forward and landing a punch on the motherfucker’s jaw. Hard.

It’s not a smart thing to do. He’s gotten himself in trouble countless of times before, attacking people who then turn out to be powerful biotics and turn the tables on him. He hasn’t got Israel or his crew, here, to rely on for defenses. And this is an Alliance soldier. It’s not smart. But he doesn’t fucking care. He’s done listening to this crap he doesn’t fully understand the context of, and Shepard seems pretty fucking done with it, too, so he figures, what the hell.

Alenko collapses with a satisfying whack. Edward readies himself, in case the guy gets up. He’s stopped, though, as Shepard drapes an arm round his shoulders, and he gets her message.

Quite honestly, he wouldn’t hold it against her if she’d yell at him about it. He tries to respect her authority, he does. She’s the only person out here doing anything; he doesn’t want to fuck up her chances. But for fuck’s sake, this guy.

He makes a little pfffft noise at her comment, lets her lead him away. ❝ Sorry, Captain, ❞ he replies, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a smile as he glances at her. ❝ But seriously ⸺ what a fucking dick. ❞

#anderwhohn #; ed teach ❪ muse. ❫#; dossier: blackbeard ❯ ed teach ❪ verse / mass effect. ❫#; isabela shepard & ed teach ❪ anderwhohn / connection. ❫#; anderwhohn / shepard & ed / 001

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nerbull · 5 years ago

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Hi, I don't know if you meant much by this beyond remarking that Palpatine is a bastard (wich is completely true) but I have opinions on this matter and they exploded and now I have a very long answer to this that nobody asked for, haha.

Opinions specifically about the consequences that war has in parties that weren't originally involved in it, but were pulled into it by others who have Interests™.

Spoilers ahead

While yes, both sides are controlled by Palpatine and that really sucks, the destabilization and involvement in war of neutral parties by the interests of the parties at war is a very real issue that has happened and happens in real life.

Wikipedia page on proxy wars:

A proxy war is an armed conflict between two states or non-state actors which act on the instigation or on behalf of other parties that are not directly involved in the hostilities. In order for a conflict to be considered a proxy war, there must be a direct, long-term relationship between external actors and the belligerents involved. The aforementioned relationship usually takes the form of funding, military training, arms, or other forms of material assistance which assist a belligerent party in sustaining its war effort.

The article includes examples of proxy wars that you may or may not have realized are such. And those are only few of the many many real life consequences of war that I can only assume aren't as talked about as, say, how this country or that got divided into several ones.

Think, for instance, about the US destabilizing Latin American countries by backing up coups that supported right-leaning capitalist dictatorships during the Cold War. Think of dictators Pinochet in Chile and Videla in Argentina (those weren't the only ones, of course). And TRY to imagine the long-term effects of that. Have a Wikipedia article about it. *

And yes, Palpatine does say what gets done or not in many instances but let's not forget that the entire Republic is aware that there is an army of biologically engineered soldiers that are created and raised specifically for the purpose of going to war and (more often than not) dying in battle (have you read A Brave New World?). And sure, the protagonists treat them with respect but there are other characters that tell us that it wouldn't be seen as terribly rare of others to think of clones as inferiors. And this is basically an army of slaves, since if they somehow become aware of the fucked up system they're in and choose not to serve, they become deserters and traitors. For choosing for themselves what they want to do with their lives. People in the Republic know this and NOBODY CARES except Padme Amidala and some of her political allies.

Clone Wars exposes how a War is messy and The Republic isn't the Good Side™. The Republic does have on its side people with strong principles that are fighting to reduce as much as they can the cost of war and the number of deaths and, in general, trying to do the right thing, it is also a corrupt system with other agents who don't care so much about lives as they care about money or about their own interests. The senate voted to fabricate more clones, knowing this would only scalate war further.

By giving voice in the narrative to clones, their doubts and realizations throughout the series, we can see how fucked up their situation is. And this show does a stellar job of showing one side of the struggle while highlighting details of it that makes us, an audience who probably has already seen the prequels and other Star Wars content, see how this seemingly good association of planets becomes a feared iron-fisted Empire that needs to be brought down by other heroes with a different story.

Conclusion: The Republic wouldn't be the Good Guys™ if someone else was in power (unless the senate was full of Padmes haha. But when has that ever happened). It's a political institution that is fighting a war and in a war there are no winners. And wars are like a black hole that sucks neutral parties that have nothing to do with the war into it. And Clone Wars does a good job of making us side with the Republic by making it the protagonist while telling us how things within it are fucked up, and how things progressed until THE EMPIRE was formed. You know. The Bad Guys™ of the Precuels lol. Because those movies were a lot less politically nuanced. Not that that makes them bad, just different style of storytelling.

TL;DR: Clone Wars makes a very interesting allegory of war and the consequences of it that have happened and continue to happen IRL. And there are no simple solutions or explanations to complex problems. So no, Palpatine isn't The Problem™. He's definitely a big big part of the problem, but he isn't the only thing that's making this happen, as we can see if we pay attention to real life world history. And poor worlds (or countries) getting pulled into a war that doesn't care for them sucks regardless of if there's an agent controlling both sides of the battle (but you could indeed say it makes it feel even more fucked up).

*If this was for an essay or a thesis or whatever I'd look for better references than Wikipedia but this is an impulsive reply online. Though if you want to know more about the United States' interventionism in Latin America, I recommend reading Eduardo Galeano. Specially Open Veins of Latin America.

P.S: Clone Wars did fucking dirty to Steela Guerrera (and to other characters who lack the plot armor that the white boys enjoy) and if I have to make a fanfic or some shit describing how it didn't happen (in my headcanon) I fucking might do it haha.

the separatists and the republic destabilizing neutral worlds is too fucking real

#Clone Wars spoilers #Getting political on main #Lol #I don't say shit in this website for so long and when I do it's this...#Hope this all makes sense #English isn't my first language #Clone Wars #star wars

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