#so I can't put it in the self ship tag

[yearninghabits]

It's funny because he'd actually eat a doll guys. Do you get it?

parody of this

[daz4i]

ok since i mentioned it in that gushing post lemme elaborate. veritas helps me with my self esteem because now that i achieve any fit or create smth or follow through a routine and generally doing my best, as soon as my brain tries to brush it off veri shows up and says "you're a fool for not seeing your own success" or smth along those lines. like he is gonna insult me into respecting myself. and hey, i mean, it works!

[seventh-district]

tag limit my beloathed... continuing my analysis of my potentially Sun x Moon coded ships here ↓

[asce-of-hearts]

Asce darling (hope it’s ok I call you that!) , please please with a cherry on top may I please request yandere’s monster trio (separate if that’s to many maybe just Sanji) In there 40’s cause I am simp and omg there look amazing 😩👌 as hcs plesse 💗anon

Old man

contents: Yandere!Monster Trio headcanons when they're in their 40's (gn!reader)

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Monkey D. Luffy

The stubble always itches when he kisses you. No matter how much you tell him to shave he never does. Either way, also tickles a little when he gives head lol.

Obscenely strong, he was very lanky all of his life so you wonder just when did he get all broad. Broad back and shoulders, very muscly. Still thin but his body definitely changed.

It's insane how a man can look so much like his grandpa. You saw a picture of dragon once when you both were young and thought maybe he'd grow to look like that. Oh how wrong you were, he looks NOTHING like his father. But his grandpa on the other hand? Yeah, two peas in a pod.

Just a little bit more serious now that he's older, otherwise the same lighthearted, cheerful, optimistic ray of sunshine he has always been.

Whiny when he gets jealous. Possessively wraps his arms around you, stretching them until not an inch of you isn't covered and pouts as he gets you closer to him. Shooting daggers with his eyes at whoever is making him have such a reaction.

Cum gallons, at one point he really wants to secure a heir and he isn't letting you leave the bed until he's sure he has placed something inside your tummy.

Marathon sex is a must with him. He has insane amounts of stamina and recovers very quickly. Be prepared for back and hip pain, and also for a looot of sleepless nights.

Roronoa Zoro

He isn't four sword style Zoro because he can handle for swords, its a euphemism for his cock. And once you realize you can't get it out of your mind.

Smile and frown wrinkles that not only make him look more mature, also make him look insanely hot whenever he goes all expressive.

Drinks quite a lot, more than usual over the years, not an alcoholic but definitely likes to drink whenever he can.

Dad bod. His arms are enormous, his back is very broad. Very hairy also. A little beer tummy that he sometimes feels self conscious about, trains very hard on the days he feels particularly bad about it, ignoring the fact that you can still see his abs without him needing to flex.

Very nice, comfortable man tits for you to sleep over.

Silently possessive, only puts his hand around your waist or hip, sometimes goes all filthy and just starts delivering sloppy kisses as he stares at whoever is making him feel this way, grinning when you moan and tap out as he gropes your ass.

Still gets lost, never learned his lesson. Relies on you a lot to get to places.

Sex with him is slow and deep, his thrusts are very hard and he has to full nelson you every time just because he has broken multiple surfaces over the ship whenever he fucks you because he just can't control his strength when his cock is buried deep inside you.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Passionate man, let his hair grow because you once said he had pretty hair.

With the years his food just gets better and better, always imagining recipes whenever he's not thinking about you.

His voice gets a little deeper, it rumbles all around his chest whenever he talks. You like to fall asleep with him talking to you, its soothing to feel that.

The biggest sex drive, he CANNOT keep his hands off of you. It doesn't matter when or where, he's always ready to pounce over you and make you his.

Always smells like cigarettes, his cologne mixed with that smell is almost aphrodisiac.

Very pretty, very handsome. He evoques cute aggression from your part and only laughs whenever you get mean around him. He thinks he's sooo cool just because he has pretty hair and pretty eyes and a pretty body and a big cock.

Passionate man like I already said. Never goes rough during sex but that doesn't mean he's boring. You always end up crying from overstimulation because his words alone when he fucks you so deeply, so tight against him is enough to make your head spin.

Possessive but remains chivalrous about it. Whenever he talks about he refers to you as "My ___".

i want them dead actually

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[olderthannetfic]

Ancient argument, but I still just do not get how the explanation for why mainstream source material is all about men is OBVIOUSLY because Hollywood is a misogynist culture dominated by men, so OBVIOUSLY the solution to get more stories about women is to support way more women creators, but also, OBVIOUSLY the reason why fanfiction is all about men is because fandom is primarily women creators, so OBVIOUSLY the solution is ?????

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Well, you could start by not conflating all the arguments into a silly strawman, anon.

Do I need to put in the fucking FFN vs. Wattpad vs. AO3 shipping chart?

Don't come to the gay bookstore and act surprised about what you find.

Fandom is not all about male characters. Slash fandom is, for obvious reasons. It's just that most dumbass analysis ignores how and when female characters are popular.

For example, Darcy Lewis circa 2012 got a lot of that same little black dress OOC drivel treatment that other fannish faves do, and it was great. Did I read a bunch of badfic where she had Loki's baby or whatever? I sure did! But that wasn't good enough because whiny little babies thought boring Jane was the character everyone ought to care about. It was ~offensive~ that there was more meme-y nonsense fic for Darcy/Jensen from The Losers than for [virtuous but boring ship]. How dare, how dare, etc. (Darcy/Jensen made perfect sense! The only possible objection is that it should be a threesome with Cougar!)

Tony/Pepper was an actual ship people cared about in 2012. No, it wasn't just an over-tagged side ship in m/m fic... It's just that those het writers had no reason to switch to AO3 at the time and may never have uploaded their old work.

Despite what the haters think, plenty of those het juggernauts like Dramione or Reylo are full of fics by women who really like the female lead, not just the male one. There are whole communities of people writing OFC/blorbo and supporting the other writers who do this. I used to read all the Ardeth Bay/OFC stuff back in the day. I've never been into readerfic, but there again, plenty of people are quite into a f!reader character. Haters will mischaracterize all this stuff as a nonentity plus a hot guy, but that's not necessarily the case.

Video game fandoms are awash with f!player-centric fic.

Anything where you're making up the woman has women writing women.

Mainstream Hollywood trash with poorly-written women and/or women only in the feelings babysitter role and not the hot mess/woobie/deadpan snarker/pop culture-obsessed wisecracking geek/etc. roles doesn't always generate fanfiction because fanfiction builds on what is already there. If there is no appealing lady there, that is not what the fandom will build on.

But in general, women absolutely do write fic about female characters.

The only reason I don't have a billion more examples is that I personally tend to ship m/m for a host of reasons that you can find in all of the tedious "Why slash?" meta going back to the 1970s. I don't personally particularly like self-inserting, and I especially don't like doing it as a woman.

Don't come up to my face or the faces of other AO3y types and go "You know, the world would be better if you just gendered harder!"

Go find some women who experience more gender euphoria around their assigned gender. They're often not found in slash spaces. Maybe try the Romantasy girlies.

The fact that you can't find women writing aspirational or wish fulfillment female protagonists is because you are too stupid to live, not because it doesn't happen.

[loki-hargreeves]

Mercy

Pairing: Poe Dameron x f!Reader (she/her pronouns used a handful of times) Warnings/Tags: enemies to lovers (vibes at least), hurt/comfort, angst, descriptions of injuries, name calling (nothing too serious), mentions of death and killing, fluff at the end if you squint Word Count: 4.6k Summary: Poe should kill you. You're his enemy. Yet when he sees you, weak and injured, he struggles with his decision. A/N: Writing this instead of starting another series rn because I have self control...

"Eyes on target," Poe speaks into the comms, his eyes locked on the TIE fighter in front of him. In the vast emptiness of space, there are few obstacles it can hide behind as Poe chases behind, loading the weapon system of his trusty X-wing.

Poe and a few other rebels from the black squadron were surveilling Jakku after getting intel about a first order weapons trade taking place on the planet. Safe to say that the intel was legit. The place is swarming with first order fighters. Luckily, they were met by a small TIE fighter squad in the sky. The real goal is to get rid of them without letting them warn the bigger first order fleet that's surely on standby, ready to send backup if needed.

"Fire away. We're right behind you, Black One," Wexley responds to Poe, reassuring that they've got everything under control for now.

Poe's thumb brushes against the button that's the only thing between him and the enemy ship getting blasted into stardust. His heart is racing from the adrenaline of battle, no matter how big or small. This should be the last target in the sky.

He presses the button.

A flash of light fills his cockpit for a second. Pew. Then, the enemy is gone. It happens so fast that Poe can't even see the TIE fighter blow up before it's gone. The only evidence left of the enemy is scrap floating around in space. Poe's X-wing passes the debris by so fast that it's quickly left far behind. A memory, if even that.

"Target cleared," Poe tells his squadron. Now he can relax. He smiles a bit as his comrades cheer, most likely more relieved to have survived rather than actually being happy and cheerful. They managed to wipe out a bunch of TIE fighters without losing any of their own.

BB-8 beeps from the back of the ship, the droid joining in on the excitement of the rest of the squadron. Usually, Poe would be amongst the first to make a comment about getting rid of first order scum one by one - but he's tired.

Ever since Poe joined the Resistance, he's been dedicated, climbing up the ladder, worked on becoming the best pilot he can be, focused on defeating the enemy. People jokingly call him the Resistance poster boy... yet lately he's just been feeling guilty, as if he's betraying the cause he's dedicated his life to. Poe struggles to see himself as the leader people want him to be when he can be affected by someone who is supposed to be his enemy.

"What's the plan?" Wexley asks, noticing that Poe has been quiet for a while. It's unlike the pilot who usually always finds something witty to say. Hell, Poe has put on more shows than one can count, even on the battlefield.

"Start the descent to Jakku," Poe clears his throat, slowing down a bit. His gaze lazily zoomed across the stars that are scattered all around them. "Let's make sure the first order never receives those weapons."

"Roger that."

"Aye."

Poe watches as his squadron turns to the sand planet. Poe stays behind, wanting to watch their backs and take a change from leading. However, Poe doesn't get the chance to start his descent to Jakku before his radar beeps. His dark eyes are glued to the screen in a split second. One dot. One ship has joined them, arriving from somewhere in light speed.

"We've got company!" Poe warns the others but they're already too far gone to catch that. Poe is on his own.

As Poe skillfully flips his ship around to point the nose of the X-wing toward the enemy, he recognizes the ship. It's not just another TIE fighter. It's you.

Kylo Ren's little spy. Poe hates your guts, or at least he's convinced himself of that. He's called you every name in the book but prefers scrampweasel, sneaky little spy-worm or the simplest of all - shadow rat. Very creative. He's trying them out to see if any names will stick.

Poe hates how you're doing your own thing, no squadron, no rules. You appear whenever and wherever, usually at the worst of times, only to wreak havoc and piss him off. He hates how you slip away from situations that you should never get away from, how you spy on people and run back to Kylo Ren to tell him your intel. He hates how damn smart and resourceful you are and you're his enemy. He wishes your skills could be used for the good of the Resistance instead.

"You're late to the party, scrampweasel," Poe connects his comms to your ship. Staring you down from afar. He can imagine how you look in that ship, probably pissed that the first order squadron has been wiped out.

"Nah," You simply reply, your voice slightly distorted due to the comms system. "Also you've done better than scrampweasel, poster boy."

"Ouch, you're breaking my heart, sweetheart," Poe mutters sarcastically, "unfortunately I'm not taking constructive criticism right now." A few buttons are pressed. His ship buzzes to life as he loads his weapons again. Loading...

BB-8 beeps nervously as he recognizes your voice and ship. You and Poe have been head to head many times before, in the sky, on land, probably underwater. It always gets out of hand, it's always chaotic and especially when flying, the poor droid will get a good scare when Poe flies like a maniac after you.

"Where are your friends, Dameron?" You ask, noticing that he's alone.

Seems like the rest of the Black Squadron descended on Jakku, or at the very least entered the planet's atmosphere before you got here. Unless Poe tells them what's going on by turning the long distance comms on, they won't know until they notice that he never followed them to Jakku. Perhaps it's better that way.

"It's just you and me," Poe mutters and feels his pulse quicken. His weapons are almost fully loaded now yet a small part of him knows that you're too quick and smart to just wait for him to blast your ship to pieces. This is a standoff that's just the start of your usual dance that you always, always, find a way out of.

BB-8 beeps at Poe, reminding him that he's there too.

"I know, buddy," Poe reassures the droid, turning off the comms while speaking to him. As he listens to the intense beeping, he smirks because he can tell BB-8 knows what's coming.

"Too bad. No one will be around to see you get your ass dragged," You sigh into the comms, riling him up. It's your specialty.

Poe shakes his head and rests his thumb on the buttons again, one click away from blasting you into Jakku's atmosphere. He hesitates.

"Why aren't you doing anything?" Poe asks, suspecting that something is off. You haven't tried to blast him, not even once. Are you... stalling? "Performance issues?"

PEW

Poe saw it coming from a mile away, the first red blast from your ship. He laughs as adrenaline courses through his veins, ducking from the rain of blasts coming his way. This little tug of war you've got going on is fun for him.

"Now we're talking, baby!"

"You're so weird," You groan and set off into a compelling chase.

Poe speeds up, avoiding your blasts like second nature. BB-8 screeches as it begins. Then at top speed, Poe lowers his ship and slows down. You fly right past him, surprised by his dropping speed. Now he's behind you. He clicks down on the blast button as green light flickers across his face with each beam.

Of course, none of them hit you. Poe has convinced himself that you're just a good enough pilot to avoid getting blasted too easily. It's a lot for him to even think that a first order spy is a good pilot. He thinks it's just an unfortunate truth. He'd never consider the thought that he avoids vital parts of your ship on purpose, because then he'd be taking mercy on an enemy. Poe can't do that.

You're leading him away from Jakku. Taking your sweet time.

Poe is stalling because he wants to give his squadron enough time to stop the weapons trade on Jakku. You're stalling because you think Poe is alone and you want to give the team on Jakku enough time to finish the trade. Poe feels like he has the upper hand. He just needs to keep you distracted for just a little longer...

"Have you thought about my offer?" Poe wonders curiously, speeding up behind you. Every time you meet like this, he asks you to switch sides. Or at least to consider it. However, the way he delivers his offer makes it hard to tell just how serious he is.

"How's this for an answer?" You reply angrily and make a 180. Poe takes a sharp right as you blast back at him, your beams meeting his and creating a bright firework effect. You both have to fly away from each other to regain composure.

Every time the answer is the same.

"Is that a maybe?" He teases and tries to lock the automatic target tracking system on you again. The box tries to lock around the dot that represents your ship on the screen but you're expertly flying side to side to avoid detection. Poe has to take aim manually.

"The thought of seeing you every day and taking orders from you makes me a bit sick, actually," You insist harshly.

"But you have no issue taking orders from Kylo Ren?" Poe raises his brow although you can't see him.

Silence.

Poe is surprised that you didn't have a lively remark up your sleeve at that. He finds it odd, considering your reputation as Kylo Ren's pet spy. Thought you'd be quicker to defend him.

"Don't question my alliances."

"Maybe I should? Maybe you should?" Poe pushes a bit more, giving you so many opportunities to surrender and switch sides. He's giving you more mercy than most others. Poe tells himself it's only because you have skills that the Resistance could use. That's all.

BB-8 beeps suddenly, warning Poe of company. Another dot appears on the radar, far away. It's not one of his own. Poe thinks you've got backup, so he says nothing. Just prepares to fight you and some other first order scumbag.

What happens next completely takes him by surprise.

The first order ship that appeared takes a shot at you.

"Kriff me!" Poe curses, shocked at the events that unfold before his eyes. He has to back off to avoid getting blasted as well. The other ship comes closer and Poe recognizes it.

That's Kylo Ren.

At the sight of the approaching vessel, Poe gets ready to get out of there and fast. He's on his own and even if he'd like to blast Kylo Ren into bits and pieces, he can't do it on his own. The smart move is to go to Jakku and rejoin the rest of the Black Squadron, who by now have probably sabotaged the weapons trade and that's why Kylo Ren is here.

Poe speeds up his ship, heading toward Jakku. Things just got real.

As he flies away, and his heart beats like crazy, Poe thinks about what just happened.

Kylo Ren blasted you down.

"Kriff," He curses again, slamming his hand at the cockpit dashboard. Maybe it's shock. Poe certainly didn't see that coming. The one person you've been loyal to just discarded of you like it was nothing. Poe just knows your ship crashed on Jakku. He shouldn't care. He should just keep moving, find his squad.

But a thought forms in the back of his mind. Poe should be responsible and make sure that you're dead. Yeah, so he can know for sure that you won't cause any more problems. That this chapter is over.

Poe changes his course and programs the systems to track your ship. BB-8 makes a concerned noise, worried about Poe.

"Just tying up loose ends," Poe explains to the droid. "She could be alive. She... could be..." He trails off. Poe can't believe what he saw.

Why would Kylo do that?! Why would he dispose of the best spy the first order has? Sure, you didn't spy in the traditional sense by being a mole or anything like that - you actually stalked your targets and stayed in the shadows most of the time, dug up information that most people would never find. Surely, a valuable asset for someone like Kylo Ren.

As Poe enters the atmosphere, beginning his descent on the dark side of Jakku, he locates the crash site. Then he flies toward it, his gut wrenching oddly as he thinks about what he might find. Poe tells himself he only feels this way because he's so shocked by Kylo's unexpected actions.

"He must be losing it," Poe mutters to BB-8, questioning Kylo's grip on reality and his sanity as the war gets worse with time - as does the pressure on both sides.

No matter how many times Poe checks the radar, he can't see any signs of Kylo following him. It's incredibly suspicious but Poe keeps going.

He lands behind a sand dune and instructs BB-8 to stay put.

Then he starts making his way to the crash site. He can smell it, the bitter smoke lingering in the air. Your ship is in pieces, halfway covered in sand and flames. Too remote and desolate that Jakku's infamous scavengers haven't come to collect parts yet. This looks bad.

Poe puts his hand on his blaster as he gets close, unsure if he can trust you if you're alive. It's dark outside, night having fallen upon this side of Jakku. A sand desert with no life in sight. Just your wrecked ship and a sky full of stars. The flames on the debris create a dim, orange glow.

Then he sees you.

You've managed to crawl out of the cockpit but you've slumped down only a few feet away from the ship. Bloody, bruised, helmet broken. It's a miracle your skull didn't take a bigger hit when you crashed. Poe doesn't even think about it, he runs up to you.

"You're alive," He says in shock. Then Poe freezes, unsure what to do.

You're his enemy. You've spied for the first order for the longest time. Even though Kylo Ren shot you down now, it doesn't erase your past.

You lift your head weakly to look him in the eye. Poe notices how tears mix with the blood on your face. Those eyes... even when you're full of anger, he hates to notice just how captivating you are. Surely an attribute that's helped you in your spying and scamming ways.

"What are you doing here?!" You ask him and groan in pain as you fail to push yourself up. It doesn't take a genius to tell that something is most certainly broken. Poe cringes as he sees how injured you are. He almost feels bad.

That's a good question.

He opens his mouth to speak. It's a rare moment of Poe Dameron feeling speechless.

A cold breeze of desert wind makes the flames dance a bit brighter, sand hitting you both in the face. Days on Jakku can be scorching hot but the nights are definitely a cold pain in the ass too.

"Too scared to finish the job?" You ask him in tears, unsure whether it's rage or the pain of betrayal that has you falling apart. Of course, you're aware that it was Kylo who shot you down. You saw him approaching the scene, thinking he was gonna back you up. Thinking he was gonna deal with the trade on Jakku. But no.

Kylo shot you down because he felt you were getting attached to the enemy, too soft-hearted to kill, therefore no longer trustworthy. Apparently, he could sense you had failed to use your full potential against Poe in battle. After everything you'd done for Kylo, he stopped trusting you because of the damn Resistance fly boy.

As you face Poe, in your weakest moment, you see your own failure reflected on his entire being. It's his fault!

"You...for maker's sake, you really should've questioned where your loyalty lies!" Poe scolds you and then covers his mouth with his hand, struggling to compose himself. He hates seeing you like this. Bloody, trembling in pain, too weak to get up. The rage in your eyes is unlike anything he's seen before.

"I was weak," You admit and hang your head in both shame and pain. There's a throbbing headache that's banging in your skull, making it hard to think. Is this it? Is Poe really the last person you'll see? Is this how it ends?

Poe grabs his blaster and takes a shaky breath. He paces a bit, kicking the scrap that's scattered across the dune as your ship fell apart. He knows what he should do.

"If you don't have the guts to finish the job, I'll die anyway," You tell him sharply, grasping onto your tough exterior. Even when facing potential death, you're hiding behind a wall of your own creation.

Poe turns to look at you with a dark look in his eyes. He just nods, indicating that he's listening to you. He hasn't felt this conflicted in a long, long time. The easy thing to do now is to kill you and no one would ever question it. You're an enemy.

"I'll either bleed out here or Kylo will send someone to finish the job," You explain, knowing the ways of the first order. No job is left unfinished or half-assed, at least not when Kylo is in charge. This was personal and he would hate to leave you living.

"You win," You whisper now, thinking about how many times you and Poe have been in battle. How many opportunities you've both had to kill or hurt the other yet you haven't, only prolonging this game of yours. It had to come to an end eventually.

"If you have mercy, you finish the damn job..."

Poe closes his eyes as he listens to you. He can't take it. His blood begins to boil the longer he stays uncharacteristically quiet and takes in your pitiful words. It's sickening that you believe what you're spewing.

"Mercy?" Poe snaps now, "You call this mercy?!"

The pain is getting worse as you use your last bits of strength to keep your head up, looking at Poe. Like tiny daggers sinking into your skin all over, white hot agony burning up your neck. There's probably scrap pieces of metal in your flesh, or at least it feels like it.

"You fool," Poe growls, but his voice cracks a bit. He pities you. "You should've...should've seen this coming..." Poe keeps lecturing, then he sinks down onto his knees. He grabs your shoulders and turns you around, making you lie on your back and stop using your strength to keep your head up.

The movement makes you wince in pain, although there's undeniable relief in being able to lie down. There's not even an attempt to fight back.

Being angry is exhausting. It's so damn tiring. Every day it's the mask you put on. Something to hide behind. The only way to make people take you seriously.

As you look up at the stars, you don't have the energy to be angry anymore. Instead, an overwhelming wave of sadness crashes over you. Like a blanket, weighing you down. It's cold and ugly, making your heart feel like is gonna tear to pieces. Maker be damned, you're crying in front of Poe Dameron.

"Well I didn't see it coming," The words leave your mouth in a whimper, lips forming a small pout. The lump in your throat is too hard to swallow or ignore. The emotions you've bottled for so long are finally spilling over.

Poe is surprised by the change in demeanour, sensing raw vulnerability. He looks at your injuries, trying to find the worst ones. Trying to help. He's hesitant, almost nervous as he brushes his fingers over your bloody shirt. He's never touched you this gently.

"Are you happy?"

Poe freezes for a second. You can see that his jaw is clenched and the vein on his forehead stands out. He looks so tense.

"No," Poe is honest, "I'm not. I don't think you were meant for this."

"You don't even know me."

"You're not meant to waste your skills on an useless organization like the first order and die while being loyal to an unpredictable maniacal hothead like Kylo Ren," Poe insists harshly, looking you directly in the eye. "I'm not happy. I made it clear long ago that I wanted you to switch sides and realize your potential. You still have that potential but you need to open your damn eyes!"

Taken aback by his rant, you just blink at him. To think this is the man you've been bantering with for a while now, always thinking it was out of pure spite. He actually saw good in you.

"I'm not like Finn."

Poe hates how stubborn you are. He clenches his jaw as he carefully lifts your shirt, revealing a nasty wound. He threads a thin line as he tries to remain respectful while also having to reveal your skin in order to assess the wounds. A piece of metal is lodged under your skin, bleeding crimson all over your skin, your shirt and now his hand. Poe doesn't try to remove the metal, knowing it's hindering even worse bleeding. He has no bacta spray on him but if he could get you to his ship, he could treat you.

"No, but he did the right thing and saw through all that first order nonsense. Others can do that too," Poe insists as he rips his shirt and uses the fabric to compress the wound. It's not clean but it'll have to do until he gets actual first aid supplies.

"Aaah!" You cry out sharply, squirming as he pushes the fabric into the biggest wound in your abdomen. It hurts like hell but it slows down the bleeding for now.

Poe hates hearing you cry out in pain.

"What are you doing?"

Poe can't believe what he's about to say;

"I'm saving your life."

Neither can you.

You close your eyes and grit your teeth, having no choice but to endure the pain. In a desperate attempt to understand what's happening, your brain rakes through every explanation but comes up empty. It makes no sense that Poe is helping you. He has no reason to.

"I don't deserve it..."

Poe's heart just breaks at that. He knows you're supposed to be his enemy but something tells him to help. That there's good in you and the reason you haven't killed him is because deep down you want Poe and the Resistance to succeed. He truly thinks you can do what Finn did and one day you'll laugh about how you were 'enemies'. That everything will be okay.

"Come on, let's get you up," Poe says surprisingly gently. He grabs you securely, under the arms as he lifts you up slowly. It hurts, it hurts so bad to even try to stand. But he's got you.

"What are you doing?" You ask again, choked up on tears and unable to phantom that someone like him would help someone like you. The sand is soft and unforgiving under your feet, forcing you to cling to Poe for support. Maybe it's instinctual, something deep and primal within you that clings onto survival, but you find yourself holding onto his arm and jacket so tightly that you're afraid you'll break him.

"There we go," Poe says softly and leads you toward his ship. His arm wraps around your waist as he supports you. There's truly nothing around these dunes. Just sand as far as the eye can see. Had he not come, there's no doubt in his mind that you would've bled out all alone in the cold. It's not a pleasant thought.

Finally, you reach his ship. Poe makes you sit down on the co-pilot seat. Then he begins to rummage through his stuff, finding the first aid kit that everyone is always supposed to keep onboard. He finds something that he can use. Bacta spray. Poe shakes the container and then uncaps it, spraying the cooling spray on your wound to disinfect it.

You watch as he works on you, patching you up so that you won't bleed out on him. Hopefully, you'll hold on until the Resistance base.

"You shouldn't help me."

"I probably shouldn't," Poe agrees and shrugs. He rips a package open with his teeth and grabs a handful of gauze. "You're really...messed up," He mutters as he sees the injuries in better lighting. It's disheartening to witness such wounds on anyone.

"I...I failed..." You whisper, leaning against the seat as reality begins to sink in. Kylo could sense it, there was no denying it. You were fully aware that you were going easy on Poe, letting him go when you had chances to hurt him, letting Poe defeat you on many missions. You hate Poe yet you let it happen. He's infuriating, always getting on your nerves yet you always prolonged every standoff with him. It makes no sense.

"What do you mean?" Poe asks gently as he throws bloody gauze away and uses fresh patches to soak up more blood. There's gotta be something else he can use in that kit. He drops more stuff on the floor of his ship as he tries to find something useful.

"I was supposed to kill you or... or capture you," The revelation doesn't really come as a surprise. Poe knows that he has quite the price on his head after becoming such a high-ranking member of the Resistance and successfully escaping from Kylo Ren's watch multiple times.

"But you haven't done that," Poe states the obvious.

You shake your head.

"I...I haven't. I didn't... I didn't want to," You confess. There it is. A simple truth. You didn't want to hurt or capture the enemy.

Poe stops in his tracks for a moment. He sighs deeply and meets your eye, his own eyes searching for answers so desperately, hoping that you can mend his own similar confusion. Why hasn't he let you die either? He's had many opportunities.

"Funny thing," Poe cracks a small smile although he's far from amused, "I haven't been able to kill you either, although I probably should've. And could've. You're a terrible pilot, got that auto tracker on you in seconds."

That's the Poe you're used to, a fucking smartass.

You chuckle, even at the cost of a shot of pain in the abdomen as your muscles tighten.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure that's the case." A small curl tugs at the corners of your lips as well.

"Could've blasted you out of the sky a million times," Poe insists as he cleans your wounds. He's distracting you from the worst pain by talking and consequentially talking shit.

"Bad timing, you insensitive-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Poe interrupts you before you can insult him and he laughs softly. "Don't I get a pass for coming here to save you?" He asks and then gives you a look that you can only describe as a man having puppy dog eyes. What's his issue and why is he so cute and charming?

"Whatever," You smirk and sigh shakily. His words don't actually offend. They're kind of comforting right now. Everything feels so scary as the life you know has changed completely. The moment Kylo shot you down, there was a disconnect from your previous life and the present.

"Everything's gonna be okay," Poe promises a bit more seriously now, "but you're gonna have to switch teams. Don't you want that?"

It's a valid question. The difference from the million times he's asked that before versus now is that Poe can see your expression.

Your gaze sinks to the floor as you think about it. It's an offer that has tempted you before but you've denied out of fear and an obscure sense of loyalty to someone you thought you could trust.

After thinking for a while, you finally break the silence.

"It's gonna suck to take orders from you," You mutter and gather the courage to face Poe. To see his reaction.

He seems happy. Relieved. It's weird that he can smile and trust that someone like you will turn out good. But if he believes in you, maybe there's hope.

"Don't knock it 'til you try it. Maybe you'll like it," Poe wiggles his brows playfully.

A/N: Forcing myself to stop here before I turn this into a series or smut (or both??)

[alkelkha]

pretty girl, pretty smile.

ship & contents : jinx x fem!reader, fluff, kissing, light dialogue, i did this instead of studying for my exam, save me jinx save me, i'm in love with jinx and so are you

jinx is beautiful (common knowledge), but i don't think she fully understands that herself. when it comes to her looks she's strangely humble with it. she knows she's pretty...

that's all.

she doesn't dwell on it too much. she does her makeup and goes on with her day. at first, she was confused as to why you would act all weird around her. why you would stare at her.

— "got something to share with the class, toots?"

there was a time when she got up close and personal with you, waving an empty gun at your face and you couldn't even focus. you felt hot all over. was the heater on?

jinx doesn't even have to be close to you for you to freak out like this. there was this one time she was doing a job for silco, and you were tagging along.

you were no better than a man.

you were checking her out as you walked behind her. slim, small waist, long silky hair, beautifully proportioned, tattoos that only added to her character, the way she walked put you in a trance.

— "like what you see, sprinkles?"

she was so pretty that it physically hurt you in the best way possible.

taking off her makeup whenever she didn't have the energy, for it felt like a gift from the gods.

blue eyeshadow. smeared lipstick. mascara stains on her cheeks. carefully wiping her face down as she would lay on her chair, manspreading, completely exhausted.

she didn't even notice you finished, she was just so relaxed, she felt like putty. her eyes fluttered open to find your eyes completely glued to her face with a soft upturn on your lips.

you were looking at her as if she were the greatest thing to have ever come from the gods.

she couldn't even get a word in before you tackled her with a hug causing the both of you to fall over on the chair.

but when she smiles its game over.

a genuine, pure smile, perfectly captured in the moment from jinx is truly a sight to behold. when she smiles, it eases your heart. it seems like the world has lifted off her shoulders, and since she's so relaxed, you can relax.

she cracks another dumb joke of hers, and since you're an angel, you laugh as if it's the funniest thing ever. you laugh with your chest because it really was funny.

it was one of those stupid jokes she makes. It doesn't quite land right, but after a few moments of silence, you burst out laughing.

seeing you like that had jinx's heart in a chokehold. she couldn't explain it. her heart was on fire. her heart was prickled by a thousand thorns. and it felt amazing.

a twinkle could be found in her red-violet eyes. she was smiling. a feeling of pride washed over her. she made you laugh this hard. she was the one that made you this happy. your smile was a virus.

bright smile, cute little gap between her two front teeth.

wiping your eyes from the tears of laughter, you finally caught it. your heart felt as if it was gift-wrapped in silk and tugged on. cuteness aggression got to you.

— "why are you looking at me like that?"

her smile turns into a slight pout, feeling a bit self-anxious. you throw yourself on pinching her cheeks begging for her to smile one more time.

— "aww, you're so cute!"

jinx tries to push you off.

— "what's you're deal!?"

she wasn't even really trying to push you off. she liked it too much. her lips pecked all over her face. eyebrow, corner of her lips, nose, cheek, forehead, chin. everywhere.

— "i can't help it, you're so pretty!"

i haven't forgotten about TRINKET, i promise. i just have finals. once it's winter break i'll continue! don't worry i'm cooking. also, i am open to requests (nsfw & sfw).

[songsofadelaide]

River Blue

tags and content warnings: SFF Company 8 Captain Akitaru Obi x (f) First Class Fire Soldier reader. Unspecified timeframes & flashbacks, + possible spoilers for the later part of the anime/manga. Reader is so down bad for Obi, but your feelings are eventually reciprocated. Tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of alcohol, and implied sexual content.

⚜ This fic will not use 'yn' and instead follow my usual naming convention. Please kindly see yourself out if you're uncomfortable with fics using placeholder names for the reader. I do not use 'yn' in any of my fics. I still use 'you'/second person pronouns and write with a generic (f) reader in mind. I use "Otome" as a placeholder as it means maiden, or Maiden-chan, which pretty much translates to 'yn'. The name isn't mentioned often and is just for the sake of my preferences since I find it jarring to write 'yn' frequently.

wc: 4.1k

Asakusa's night skies were dotted with stars. 

It was a stark difference from the cloudy nights you always saw from your dorm window and the rooftop at your headquarters in Tokyo. 

"So pretty…" You marveled from the window of the ryokan you were staying in, the empty lacquered sakazuki in your hand reflecting the light of the celestial bodies in the jet-black sky. You donned the yukata the ryokan provided for you to complete the vibe of a vacation, but you were hardly enjoying drinking by yourself. It was a pity the rest of the company wasn't there, except for you— and one other. You were certain they would have enjoyed the short vacation. No alarms, no drills in the morning, no boisterous young men arguing over breakfast… All of which you were already starting to miss. 

You can't recall the last time you slept a full eight hours since you were assigned to the Special Fire Force Company 8. Yet no one apart from Lieutenant Hinawa wanted to admit how your lack of sleep affected your everyday routines, including your performance in missions. 

Company 8 was a refreshing start after having jumped ship from Company 2. Your former captain couldn't fathom your reason for leaving your current post and didn't make your transfer any easier. It was a hectic period of transition and apparent downgrading from Company 2's well-equipped Special Fire Base to the evidently run-down headquarters of the recently established company. There was also the fact that you had to be demoted from Lieutenant, your previous rank, to a First Class Fire Soldier. 

Many factors compounded your self-inflicted insomnia, including your transfer— as well as the fact that your parents managed to track your movement from within the Special Fire Force, no thanks to Captain Honda, no doubt. 

Many Third-generation pyrokinetics in your age cohort chose to enter the Training Academy once they've manifested their abilities, and you did the same simply to spite your family— a traditional age-old clan whose wealth and roots ran deep and long into the ancient Tokyo Empire. As such, your family was allies and partners with Haijima Heavy Industries. You weren't at all interested in playing the role your parents had in mind for you, let alone becoming an obedient daughter to mindless sycophants. To further rub salt in their wound, you ignored your parents' special request to the Special Fire Force to be assigned to Company 3 and instead applied to one where their reach would never find you. 

You enjoyed the renown that came with being part of the elite Company 2, but along with that came the exhaustion of expectations and having to keep up with appearances. 

There was also, of course, the truth of the entire matter: You were there simply to spite your parents and run away from your duties as their heir. Cleansing Infernals? Putting their souls to rest? They were merely tasks that had to be done, nothing more. That had always been the way you saw things. 

Until you met him, the "unpowered upstart" who formed a company from the ground up, with nothing but an old cathedral for a base and a handful of dedicated recruits for a team. Akitaru Obi walked the earth with a purpose in mind— And Captain Honda made your transfer hell because of your insanely blunt reason for wanting to leave your current company.

"All for a captain that's younger and more good-looking, is that it?!"  

The night sky in Asakusa sparkled like a black shawl dotted with countless, countless diamonds— all that twinkled as far as your eyes could see. They were reflected in your eyes, like bowls full of stars overflowing. The pallid moon, too, its silvery light spilling all over the quiet ancient city. 

"Still can't sleep?"

The voice of your captain startled you, something you still found so queer even after all the time you've spent with each other. 

There was a time Obi hated you, though. He despised your shallow reasoning and even threatened to dismiss your transfer, claiming he would miss out on welcoming recruits with better intentions in mind. When Hinawa told you his captain believed in the saying, "Intentions are at the core of everything we do in life", you found yourself circling back to your own motivations for entering the Special Fire Force— and why on earth did this person have the gall to question them?

Intentions? You couldn't help but scoff to yourself. Cleansing Infernals? Putting their souls to rest? They were merely tasks that had to be done, nothing more. But when Obi reprimanded you for brandishing your favorite weapon and even intimidated you into leaving the field of your first mission with Company 8, you realized that he was a man of integrity, someone who believed in the sanctity of life even if the person was already swallowed up whole by their flames.  

"They were once people, too, you know. They're the unfortunate ones— their flames just ate them up. But you, as a pyrokinetic, of all people, should know that. If you insist on bringing Company 2's bravado into my field and attempt to undermine my leadership, then you have no place here. Get back in the Matchbox, pack your things, and return to your previous company."

Gods, he was serious, you thought back then. And that simply added all the more to his desirability. To say that you took things more seriously after his lecture was an understatement. You underwent a total paradigm shift— from a woman with no intentions to purifying your intentions in every action. Naturally, your feelings for Obi changed along with your retrospection. That flirtatious and dangerous admiration you had for him was melted down and refined into a newfound respect— though it didn't mean you desired him any less.

But that's enough reminiscing. 

"Hello, Captain," you said over your shoulder, a small smile on your face as you turned your eyes to the night sky once more, eyeing the pale moon that hung above you. You placed your sakazuki on the windowside table, deciding you've had enough alcohol for the night. "Just… taking in the view. We rarely get such a starry night from headquarters, after all."

You felt Obi's figure slowly descend to sit right next to you by the sliding window. The seigaiha-printed yukata suited him. It was refreshing to see him in something other than your usual mandated jumpsuits and field gear. 

"I thought you'd be asleep by the time I got back, but it looks like you're still chasing daylight," he said. "Even though you're here on a vacation. To sleep."

You could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him as he sat rather close to you, your knees brushing against each other. 

"Did you leave Captain Shinmon to drink on his own?" You asked him with a laidback smile, the kind that drew out the same kind on his face. "You're here on a vacation, too, Captain, so I hope you didn't hold back for my sake."  

"It's fine. He said I could go. And I'm not drunk if that's what you're worried about. I'm not a big drinker, anyway." 

"Of course, you're not…" You replied softly, adjusting your knees to draw them to your chest. "You're Captain Obi, after all."

You knew you needed to sleep, but your heart was in hysterics because of how close he sat right next to you. Part of you worried that he could hear just how loud your heart was at that moment. 

"I wonder why we don't see a lot of stars from HQ," you mused in an attempt to divert your attention from your own nervousness. "I know there are always some auroras, but stars this bright are a whole different thing."

"Hmm," Obi mused right back, a strong hand on his chin as though in deep thought. "Must be because of the light pollution. After all, we're basically surrounded by the Tokyo skyline. Not to mention the Amaterasu, which is always working around the clock like a never-setting sun. "

"Huh. That makes sense," you nodded at him before eventually giving him playful yet soundless applause. "You're pretty smart, Captain."

"You're welcome," Obi chuckled as he playfully gestured back for you to settle down. "While we're here, I was wondering if you could answer a question of mine. Not even your former captain had an answer to this."

"Anything," you replied with a solemn nod, acknowledging the serious air that enveloped you. "As long as it's you."

"Nearly everyone from the Special Fire Force knows you're from an influential family. Company 8 really couldn't care less where you came from— you've seen the kind of people we are, right?" 

"Well… I'll answer this question only because it's you, Captain," you stated with a soft sigh of defeat before curling your lips into a coy smile. "I was a fairly quiet child. Obedient and always listened to my parents and elders. I always went to church with my mother and was even this close to becoming a sister, but only because everyone else around me thought it was a lovely idea. Believe it or not, I actually wanted to become a…"

It was clear that Obi was listening attentively and you were easily unnerved by the weight of his gaze on you. 

"You know what, I actually feel a bit sleepy now…" You told him as you feigned a stretch. 

"Oh, come on! Don't say that now that I'm so close to knowing you even more," he said in surprise, his broad shoulders sinking in disappointment. "I'll treat you to ramen if that'll make you feel any better about—"

"Say no more," you said with a soft clap and raised your hand to cut him off. "But I'm only teasing, Captain. I did say I'll answer your question. I guess you just… don't, ah… Must you stare at me so intensely?"

"Whaddya mean? I look at everyone this way."

"I suppose you're right," you sighed and shrugged in defeat. There was no shaking off his watchful eye— his concerned expression even more. You'd simply have to try your best not to melt. "I've always wanted to be a singer. But you know how children are always carried away by their parents' dreams for them. I was pulled in all sorts of directions. I was supposed to be the perfect child, the blameless heir, the hope of my family… Simply put, I got tired of my parents dictating my every action. You'd think a lady like me would get used to it in the long run, but I guess I'm just a rebel at heart. But also… I didn't like how my family's been reduced to this: they've been funding Haijima Industries without question."  

"Why not go home, then?" Obi asked, his eyes now lowered to your slightly trembling hands. 

"I can't go back. Not yet," you shook your head at him. "If I go back now, I'll never leave again. My family will make sure of it… And I'll be pulled further away from the truth of things. From what we've been investigating…"

You sensed his hesitation when he reached for your hands, his larger and stronger ones enveloping yours. It was meant to be a reassuring touch and reassured you it did. 

"And from you," you managed to say, lashes lowered as you watched him run his thumbs over your freezing knuckles. "Being pulled away from the company… and you… That's the last thing I want."

"I see."

"I mainly did all of that out of spite," you said with a small laugh. "But now… more than anything, I want to know the truth. About the extent of Haijima's reach, what they're after… And who's really pulling the strings."

"We'll find out," Obi said as he gently squeezed your hand. Another reassuring gesture, as though telling you, "We'll figure things out together".

"Thank you, Captain. I feel like it's been forever since I last spoke about my family. I can't say I miss them, but I… worry about them," you squeezed him right back. "I'm glad I got to talk about them with you."

"I'm happy to hear about them," he remarked with a soft chuckle as he watched you lace your fingers with his. "Can I ask you something unrelated this time?"

"Awfully curious, aren't we?" You smiled at him. "Anything, Captain."

"I can't count how many times you've said you liked me. The real question is why?"

"What the hell do you mean 'why?'" You broke into a small fit of laughter at his question. "I'm sure you've looked at yourself in the mirror before, Captain. Have you seen what you look like?"

He knew for a fact that he was physically fit, well-kept, and absolutely tidy. Though if it were only all about his looks— 

"Captain, you are the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on. And it was such an honor to be berated by you. Not only are you good-looking, but you have conviction. I didn't have that at all. I didn't even have intentions! All I had back then was spite. But you beat it out of me and gave me purpose instead. How can I not like you? Like, how can I not like you even more than I did before?"

Oh.

Oh, gods. 

Why was he staring at you like that?

"I-I'm sorry! Th-That was way too forward of me!" You squeaked at him, raising your hands in defense and nearly scrambling away from him. "W-We should probably go to sleep now, C—"

Obi caught you by your wrist, his gaze just as intentional as before. "Don't you want to hear what I have to say about that? About you?" 

You sighed and settled down before nodding at him and giving him a playful sniffle. "I suppose a vacation is the perfect time to get rejected. That way I can just leave all of my sadness here in Asakusa before we head back to HQ…"

"You and I… We're not children anymore! I can give you a straight answer! I'm not rejecting you, either!" It was his turn to laugh this time. "This talk only proved how much you've grown as a Fire Soldier and person."

"All thanks to you, Captain…"

"Come on, you're giving yourself way too little credit," he shook his head at you. "Sure, I gave you a little pep talk, but a person can only change if they really want to— if they find the right reason to. All of that was you."

"I… suppose."

"More importantly… Aren't you wondering why I'm here in the first place?"

You tilted your head in confusion at his question. "Aren't you here on vacation, too, Captain? Or was Lieutenant Hinawa not joking when he said you were going to chaperone me?"

Obi laughed— low, mirthful, and hearty— the kind you'd hear when he'd seen something incredibly funny. The kind you'd hear when he was in deep amusement at whatever antics Shinra and Arthur got themselves into. It was sweet and carefree— tender, even. It was the kind of laughter reserved for those close to him. The kind that showed he was completely relaxed, his guard let down and all. 

"You're right. I'm entitled to my own vacation, you know. But here I am with you in Asakusa," he said as his laughter slowly settled down. "But you're a First Class Fire Soldier. You certainly don't need your Captain chaperoning you, right? Which means…"

You furrowed your brows at him in further confusion. "Which means…?"

"Think about it. Why I'm here with you. Why I left my drinking buddy early in hopes I'd still catch you awake."

???

Wait. 

"D-D-Did you actually want to s-spend time with m-me?!" You sputtered at him, fighting the urge to scramble away from him again. 

The sound of his laughter reverberated in your room. "You should see the look on your— Hey, are you crying?! I—" 

Oh. Why did you feel the urge to run away now that the object of your affection and devotion had finally turned your way? Because you didn't expect him to respond to your feelings? Let alone take you seriously? Or was it because you felt entirely undeserving of this?

You felt the corners of your eyes well up with tears, your lips quivering as he raised a careful hand to your face. 

"I didn't even say anything yet," Obi started, his knuckles tenderly wiping away the tears about to fall from your eyes. "You like me this much, huh?"

You could only nod at him, lips pursed to quell your trembling. 

"I don't want you thinking, 'What did I even do for him to like me back?'. It's such a pointless argument. All I want is for you to be incredibly thankful to yourself. Because you found better intentions. A purpose, too. We're going to unravel all these mysteries so you can return home. No, not for good, but for you to be able to tell your family that you're doing an excellent job as a Fire Soldier," he stated, his calloused hands gently cupping your face now. "And perhaps with a little more time, you can introduce me to them, too."

"Yes…" You managed to reply to him. "Of course. I'd love nothing more th-than to introduce you, C—"

He closed the distance between you in one swift movement, his lips warm over yours, the sweet, electric taste of sake lingering in your mouths— his flavor mixing with yours. The shine of the silver moon was the only thing illuminating your shared bedroom, which was only right since you were sure your embarrassment was painted prominently on your face. You coiled your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you. Your common sense hung by a thread now, but you realized how this also explained why there was only one futon. 

His strong hands sank into your waist and hoisted you up onto his lap, your kiss unrelenting until you felt the need to breathe in.

"I like you, Captain. I like you so m—" You managed to murmur in between your breaths— against his burning cheek— only for you to be cut off by yet another intentional kiss, the warmth of your gasps leaving trails of what seemed like small, gentle wildfires across his face. 

"You taste like alcohol. Then again, I'm sure I do, too…" He chuckled as you tried desperately to hide from him, burying your face in the crook of his neck to avoid his gaze. "Come on… Ain't it a bit too late for you to be embarrassed? Didn't you transfer to Company 8 because I was 'smoking hot'? I can still remember how pissed Captain Honda was when he informed me about your transfer request."

A muffled squeal left your lips and you burrowed into his neck even deeper, to which he replied with even more amused laughter. He gently coiled his arms around your waist, causing your yukata to fall slightly loose, baring a warm shoulder to him. 

"O-Oh!…"

"This is no good. You're supposed to be sleeping. That's the entire reason for this vacation," Obi stated as he leaned back to get a view of your sheepish face once more. There was a glint of danger and mischief in his deep brown eyes, but just enough for you to understand that you were perfectly safe with him. "It's a good thing I know just what we need for a good night's sleep."

You felt one hand reach up to your nape, the other slowly bunching the hem of your yukata in his fist. The weight of his stare was dense and provocative, the grin on his face… was permission for you to do with him whatever it was you wanted. 

So as he slowly unraveled the only layer of clothing you had on, so too did you as you carefully and self-consciously pulled away at his yukata. 

You had become someone Obi liked watching, especially when you started outgrowing your swaggering tendencies. It was like you put a spell on him and you were well aware of it now. You knew you had all of his attention from the way his eyes followed your every move. 

He didn't lie. It was the most restful night you've had in a long, long, while. 

Obi awoke to the sound of your gentle humming the morning after, cool hands running through his dark hair while you nestled right next to him under the warmed kakefuton. Neither of you had any idea what time it was, but it didn't matter. He could tell from the sound of your voice that you did have a gift for melodies. 

"You'd make a good songstress," he murmured, the tremor of his voice no longer surprising you. He caught your hand and pressed a kiss on your open palm, to which you replied with a soft sigh. 

"I didn't even sing anything yet," you replied as you scooted closer to him, meeting his open arms. You rested your head on his extended arm and ducked under his chin, breathing in the mellowness of his pulse. "Good morning."

"You can sleep some more," he said, his steady voice reverberating against you. You could only hum in assent, slowly closing your eyes as he gently patted your back to lull you to sleep. While it was hard to let go of the tiredness you cling onto, you slept peacefully through the early morning, too, arms and limbs tangled underneath the single kakefuton you now shared with your once-major crush. "I'll still be here when you wake up. And I still like you, if you're ever worried about that."

"Mm… I like you too, Captain. I like you… so, so much." 

You figured you could figure out what you two were after this restful sleep. 

Upon your return from your short vacation came a formal document from Lieutenant Hinawa, and he presented it to you as you had your quiet breakfast with the Captain in the mess hall. 

"When you're done eating, I'll need you two to fill out these forms," he stated as he handed you one of the sheets with a header in bold letters that read Workplace Relationship Disclosure Form.

"O-Oh," came your slightly startled reaction as you realized what it was. You placed down your utensils and read the information that had to be filled out. "Wh-What exactly do I write here?"

You peered at Obi's paperwork and found him filling out the form diligently, the word "girlfriend" written neatly next to your name. 

Girlfriend?

???

"S-So do I write 'boyfriend' here? Oh, my gosh…" You elbowed him before eventually burying your warm face in your hands. "M-More importantly, why does Lieutenant Hinawa know about this?!"

"Strange how someone so smart can also be equal parts stupid," your sharp-eyed superior stated in response to your mindless query. "Finish up with that form already."

"The lieutenant and everyone else arranged that vacation, you know," Obi whispered as he nudged you to pick up your pen again. "Even Shinra said we should get some sleep and sort things out." 

"Th-They know?!"

"What, like they don't know that you requested a transfer here because I was 'smokin—" He gave you a smug shrug as you bonked his biceps with your fists.

"You're not helping, Captain!"

"Oh, Captain Obi and Otome-san are back!" Came one excited voice from outside, which was followed in succession by running footsteps and apparent shoving, along with the usual insults of devil and stupid knight (!!!).

"Shinra! Arthur! Stop your arguing so we can all have breakfast!" Maki berated the young men, but beamed happily as she saw you and the Captain. She turned to you with a twinkle of wonder in her amethyst eyes. "Captain Obi! Welcome back! Oh, Otome-san! Y-You must tell us all about what happened in Asakusa! Did you and the Captain finally come to an understanding?!"

So they were all in it all along. Your feelings for your Captain were no secret, but how he felt about everything was…

Hinawa bonked the other girl with his clipboard as he motioned for everyone in the mess hall to settle down, for pity's sake (!). 

"Well, my dear girlfriend, better hurry up with your file and food if you wanna leave here alive," Obi chuckled as he gathered his plates and tray, silently gesturing for you to follow him to his office— if you could leave the mess hall alive. 

You were starting to miss Asakusa's pretty night skies, but you preferred this— the sound of alarms, drills in the early morning, boisterous young men arguing over breakfast, and everyone welcoming you home.

[vazaez]

It has come to my attention that someone has been shittalking me and twisting up My words to make me seem like a creep, so i'm here to defend myself.

Here's what they said:

Good job making me look like a piece of shit over a fic i read out of curiosity because people kept mentioning it under my art, here's the conversation in question we had on Instagram, because You didnt give three shits before sharing bits and pieces of out of context messages no one else saw, making up your own version, i don't feel bad not giving a shit about showing the whole thing because i got nothing to hide.

And since you were too much of a coward to be straight with me i'll respect your wishes and keep you anonymous too.

I will translate the conversation, word for word, and i want everyone to judge if it actually correlates to what the initial post says, get your own conclusions, i don't need to fight to defend my point.

-about the possible fanfic they're mentionin on tumblr was possibly by a usar named izosso, but that guy is a proshipper and all the other fics in the tag are really weird💀

Telling you here because my tumblr account doesnt let me comment

•i saw them lol and i blocked izosso, but theres another fic by someone else [literally the only one of the ship that wasnt posted by izosso] who isnt a proshitter [as far as i know] and the fic is relatively good

-send me the link

•some things didnt really sit right with me but over all it's pretty good, they describe the dynamic almost the same as i imagined it skhd

It has a lot of smut, i just let you know because maybe that content is not your cup of tea

-going into the wild kratts Tag in AO3 is like playing the Russian roulette

Just send it to me to see what it's about

•yeah 😭 that's why i found it so weird so many people talking about the same fic

(I send the link) Here it is

-ahh yeah i found this one but i found the food sex tag weird

(Replying to my prev message) Me too

• ah yes, but it's not that much, it was put there more like a caution but no one stuck any food down any holes fortunately 🙏(clearly joking btw)

Well, besides the mouth

-thank god lol

Lmao hey out of curiosity, can i know what about it was it that you didnt like? I found it weird to see Chris as a bottom because i can't imagine him like that

•oh yeah no i do see it, he's too much of a diva 💔 (also clearly a joke?? Are we serious??) what i dislike the most is that Zach acts super weird

And the fact that there is smut at all, because it's a topic that causes me a lot of debate because he's a self insert and all

So i don't know how to feel about it, but it is well written at the very least lol

-same, it's like a 50/50 , in any case i think the fandom is gonna to form a dispute because there's a Lot of artists who font like that and when that happens i'm gonna be like Italy during WW2 lol

And yeah that thing with Zach was really weird *proceeds to call the police*

•LMAO yeah, i just try to not touch that topic much because it could always cause problems

Now where did i ever mention that i consume that content because i like it? Where did i ever sound like "an average Fujoshi"? When i very clearly said that what threw me off about the fic was the fact that there was smut at all

If what made you nauseous enough to try to ruin me was that i jokingly said he was a diva then i don't even fucking know what to tell you ??

The same curiosity you had to come and ask me for the link was the one that caused me to give the fic a try in the first place, so am i really more to be judged than you when we did the exact same thing??

Im an adult, i don't appreciate you going around saying "she still has some years for her brain to develop so i'll have faith!!" Like i'm some sort of idiot, you're barely a year older than me so be serious.

And i don't need you to go to some rando's asks to shit talk me and confess you had plans to talk crap about me to my friends because you had your own conclusions from a very specific conversation, and act like i was the one who still needs to get her shit together

Like what even is your point-?

Check yourself

And to call me a hypocrite on top of it all,,, just unbelievable

Who really is the hypocrite?

[starberry-cupcake]

I started reading and writing this recap, then I got sick, so now that I'm able I want to pick it back up before I forget where I even was

previously in nonita del 9:

this is the first part and chapter

this is the general tag, for those who stumble upon this in the wild and, for some reason, want to read all the rest

CHAPTER 2

nonita is talking about how she's actually one of potentially two people

and describes herself in the following terms

"skin the color of the egg carton, and eyes the color of the egg mixture, and hair the color of the burnt-out bottom of the pan...a thin, complicated face...nice white teeth in a smile that looked sad no matter how happy she was"

she thinks she's gorgeous

ok cyrus the lyctor with the nudes whose last name I don't remember and I was about to google when autocomplete scared me and I closed the tab

I'm not allowed to google things for these recaps, I should know better

anyway, gideon eyes

so is this harrow's body but gideon's soul while harrow's soul is in the river with the emperor???? or what's happening???

did gideon's soul get scrambled upon returning from the river somewhere???

if it's gideon's soul in harrow's body, it'd make sense with her thinking she's gorgeous and kissing the mirror tbqh

unfiltered gideon behavior

but the memories of the pool were harrow's??? because she remembered gideon's arms????

gideon's arms are very memorable, I've heard

which reminds me, where's gideon's body????

also, is this new personality who lives in a cumple gonna switch back to who it used to be or merge together?

is this happy-go-lucky attitude gonna disappear or combine?

I remember back when I didn't know anything about these books (and all I saw was the covers and knew that gideon and harrow were a ship), I thought nona was their child in like a distant future

I don't know why I thought that, I just filled in the gaps with that

those were simpler times

so nona is kinda vain about her looks, apparently??

I posted this before but, this was her at a queue when someone was hitting on her

she's nonchalant about people wanting to sleep with her and camilla says "sex things were right out. She said there were enough problems in the world"

I'd love a tshirt like this, actually

so am I to understand that gideon and harrow got blended somewhere in the river and reborn as a "born sexy yesterday" lovechild??

I don't know, man, I'm just gonna continue

pyrrha, palmolive and camilla are trying to teach nona things but also not teach her things, because they don't wanna skew the results on who she is

in case it comes back to her that she can wield a sword or do playdoh stuff with bones

what she can do, apparently, is pick up any language by watching people speak it

which, in a planet of refugees, comes up very frequently

palmolive (and me, also me) is like "where tf did this come from?????"

I mean, I guess either harrow or gideon could have that from before, since I don't think they were exposed to anything other than the one language, did they?

I can't remember??? I don't think gideon did??

or is it new???

she downloaded a star trek universal translator on the way down from the river, as a treat??

also, out of the two of them, if this is just one of them, I think harrow would be the one more mortified by everything that's going on during this time, just putting it out there

CHAPTER 3 (we have an apple tree rather than the tomb at the start of this one)

nona says she "doesn't just want to be good-looking and dumb", so she got herself a job

which says a lot about the value of productivity in self worth, even in situations of dire stress and danger, but I digress

if this is harrow, she's gonna hate all this so much

the body maybe is harrow's? because the school lady think's she's 14, and that gave me mercygirl vibes of saying she's less years every time she looked at her

and she wants to send nona to school

the lady also has suspicions of pyrrha being camilla's and nona's pimp, so pyrrha has to flirt with her to distract her from that line of thought

and says she'd be luckier being a pimp for augustine and alfred

so, nona insists on going to school and is allowed because palmolive is combeferre-coded and loves education

I mean, I agree, but also, at what cost, in this case?????

so, nona goes to school and befriends a bunch of kids who ask her for drugs but then relent and let her join their clique anyway

because she takes care of the teacher's dog, which always gives people points socially

kevin is really adorable btw we love kevin

one of the kids, the leader, is called hot sauce and I think she's been through a lot

like, more than the rest of the kids

one has like 5 fathers, but still

she's the only one not ready and willing to go attempting to kill necromancers, which the other kids want to do

nona can also read people's body language very well, to the point in which she can tell when people are lying, uncomfortable or hiding something

another thing that may or may not be from Before

anyway, nice kids, I'm sure nothing bad is gonna happen to any of them

right?

right????

we'll leave it there for now! next chapter starts with a seventh house skull so idk what we're in for at all, as long as not!dulcinea isn't back...

[thunder-opossum]

Time has come for a pinned post, sigh ...

Hello!!!

I am thunder-opossum, call me what you like as long as it makes sense!

My pronouns? Pick from these 3: she/him/them

I have the standard DNI list, but I would also like to mention please don't joke about/ talk about alcohol, drugs, smoking, vaping, substance abuse, or anything under similar categories. You can interact with me if that is your kind of thing, but please don't mention it around me.

Otherwise feel free to message me and chat, I'm a flighty person and get quickly exhausted talking to people; so please excuse any rudeness on my part, I'm working on it.

I am also a slow typer and appreciate tone indicators.

About me!

I am 18

I am a self taught artist, I've been doing digital art since I was 11! The program I use is ibispaintx premium version with a stylus.

I am in school, so I can't post as frequently as possible.

My other hobbies include writing, hanging out with animals, fishing, talking to myself, yapping.

I'm exploring the idea of identifying as therian. I like to connect myself to animal behavior in a way. I like imagining myself with a tail and ears. It's a guide for me to explain myself. Something to ground me in reality. Refer to me as an opposum if you wouldn't mind. I find it funny. This creature just represents me.

CEO of the rw ship Love Letter!!

My tags!!!!

Most are self explanatory, I'll just put the highlights in.

#my art - self explanatory, check this tag out for every single piece of art I've posted.

#thunder's rumbles - rants on my life or my characters

#txt post - posts containing only text

#asks -any ask that has been answered

#thunder fishes - a tag about fishing

#opossum posting - creature mode

#🌲 - something I want to look back at when I need some happy thoughts

I use cw's and tw's but mostly the former. I do occasionally post, or talk about my mental health. I usually tag those though.

#my ocs - trying to use this for gift art I've received now

#rw sizzling waters - an au I'm making that is gaining traction!

Art Permissions!

You can use my art as long as you provide clear credit to me and do not claim it or use it for ai.

You can use my designs of pre-existing characters but not ocs.

My current interest: Rain World

Some random things I occasionally remember I love (could be used as a conversation starter):

Manned wolves, river formations, little big planet, glass animals, modest mouse, my common yt rabbit holes, weather phenomenons, worms on a string, dachshund, opossums, and so much more.

Cool things credit: teeth dividers opossum gifs

Thanks for visiting!

[kaleidescope-writes]

"So that's where you are..."

Din Djarin x reader

18+, Minors DNI

Tags: Established relationship, swearing, protective!Din, No use of Y/N, no mention of the show's plot, mention of violence, Din's sexy ass voice, year long wait

Pretty sure I missed something, if I did lemme know!

Should I make a part 2?

You knew this was a bad idea. You knew this wasn't going to end well. But you were too far in to stop now. You'd been traveling with the infamous Mandalorian for months, looking for jobs and trying to keep the little green monster safe. It's been rough for the three of you, especially since many of the available jobs would compromise the three of you and put Grogu in inescapable harm. "There are more jobs out there, safer jobs." Din would say. But none of them would pay half as much as those he deemed "too risky." Not only that, they were scarce throughout the Galaxy. Every planet you landed on only had a few jobs Din was willing to take.

It was funny to you. Before Grogu came along, the last thing on his mind when taking a job was whether it was too dangerous. You'd often have to scold him for caring so little about his own safety, claiming he had no sense of self-preservation. Grogu changed that. Grogu was his wake-up call. Now he cares more about the safety of all three of you than how many credits the job offered. You were struggling to buy provisions and keep the Razor Crest in good shape. Peli was a big help, giving you a discounted price on repairs, but it still wasn't enough sometimes. Sometimes you had to scrape the bottom of the barrel just to have enough rations to make it to the next job. Despite wanting to stay optimistic, you knew you couldn't keep this up, it wasn't practical. You had a few conversations with Din about your concerns, but he kept reassuring you that it was fine. "Yours and Grogu's safety is what matters the most. We'll find other jobs, but I can't let anything happen to either of you." But that wasn't enough to make your worries dissipate. You still didn't have enough credits to buy the supplies you desperately needed.

That's what brought you here. You told Din that you were going into the next town over to try to find cheaper supplies for your travels while he took the next job. You hated having to lie to him, but it was getting harder to get by. The last time you visited Peli, you bargained asked for a favor. You asked her to send one of the droid-piloted ships in her possession to the next planet you were headed to, in exchange for a portion of the credits you'd get. You then had it take you to a different planet in the solar system, one you knew you could find one of the jobs Din refused to take. So here you were, waiting in an isolated corner of one of the grime-filled, crowded bars that bounty hunters frequented. You were looking for the zabrak that had offered Din the job a few days prior. He'd said that it was about killing a mercenary that had double crossed him a few months back. They weren't exactly well-known, but they'd made enough of a name for themselves in the underground for other hunters to stay away. Din said he could've taken care of it, but the only thing that stopped his was the very thing you were tired of hearing about. You knew you could handle it. Din had trained you well enough to take a job like this yourself, but he never really gave you the chance to prove it. You didn't need to. He would always be there to make sure you didn't. But now you had to.

A chirping noise coming from your belt pulled you out of your thoughts. Pulling out your holoprojector, you started to feel uneasy. You'd been gone for hours, he definitely noticed by now. As reluctant as you were, you knew that if you didn't respond, he would be absolutely mad with worry. Despite trying to get the job done as secretively as possible, you knew that worrying him would make it harder for him to understand why you decided to ignore his wishes for you to stay safe and stay near him. You knew you had to answer. The moment the hologram took the form of his helmet, the pressure in your stomach became harder to ignore. "Where are you?" His deep, modulated voice asked. You debated continuing the lie you previously used to leave his side, but the way he tilted his head towards you served as a warning against it. "I came looking for another job," you replied bluntly, "We need more than a few credits to get by this time." A deep exhale sounded through the hologram, he was upset. "You weren't in the next town over, I looked for you in every shit hole bar I could find. Where are you?" he asked more sternly He knew you'd gone farther than that, there was no doubt in his mind. That didn't deter you from accomplishing your original purpose here. You needed the supplies. That was something even he couldn't deny anymore. "Looking for another job," you repeated, knowing he wasn't going to stop asking, "I'll go back when I'm done, I just need you to be patient."

"Cyar'ika, tell me where you are. I'll pick you up and we can find a job together," Din tried, his voice easing up a bit as he spoke. Your stomach churned more, preparing another avoidant response. "Ah, there you are!" A very distinct familiar voice called over the noise of the crowd of drunkards, "You changed your mind then? You'll take the job?" Approaching your secluded corner of the bar, the zabrak you were looking for announced his presence out enough to be heard by your concerned lover. You felt your heart drop to your knees, knowing damn well Din would recognize the shrill, raspy voice of the man that had previously offered him the job. You turned your attention back to the holoprojector in your hand, attempting to end the projection before he'd fully realize where you were. But you weren't fast enough, as a deep hum resounded from his image followed by a sentence that would upturn your anxiety.

"So that's where you are."

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A/N: Heyo! I know it's been almost a year since I posted the preview, sorry for the delay. Also, I meant to make this longer, but I figured if anyone wants to read more I can make a part 2. Love you guys, stay safe, stay proud, stay strong! 💖

Also, if my irl friends find this, not you fucking didn't 🫵😠

[midgardian-witch]

Heavy Lies The Crown

My entry for the April Fool's Event from the Council of Oscar Discord Server hosted by @winniethewife, @ominoose and me ✨

Inspired by the works of Chuck Tingle we paired up Oscar Isaac characters with inanimate (depending on the context) objects to share fun times (or even sexy times) with the fandom for the silliest day of the year 🩵

tags: possession | cuckolding (kinda) | cum eating | mind control | humiliation kink

ships: King John/Crown, King John/unnamed female character

word count: 699

Oh, look at her, my little Kinglet.

His eyes roam over the naked form writhing under his body: a gorgeous woman moaning and whining in the throes of passion. 

His hands grip her hips tightly; but they are not his hands at that moment. They are not his hands as it is not his cock throbbing in that tight cunt; not his mouth sucking on her nipples and not his tongue laving over her skin. 

No, all of this belongs to it.

The proud King John is but an audience to what it does to their companion for the night; watching his body move on its accord. He can't even feel it, only watch as it fucks their willing lover into the mattress.

If you're good I might let you taste her cunt after I am done with her.

If he could feel his dick John is sure it would pulse in eager anticipation. Alas all feeling is cut off of his senses while it is in control. 

How weak he is to be controlled so easily. A pathetic excuse for a king to be goaded and teased like this. Truly a disgrace to his bloodline. 

What utter bliss.

It feels like a dream, his body moving like a marionette while he can do nothing but watch. Hard and fast he is thrusting into the wet cunt of their companion, fucking her with reckless abandon. It is good at what it does, the woman under them screaming in joyous elation as she convulses, her peak rapidly approaching.

I pity the poor maidens and stableboys who had to make due with your own feeble skills.

The disappointed and almost disgusted tone of its voice shoots like lightning down his back, the prickle of humiliation tingling along his spine like the caress of a seasoned lover.

It would surprise me if any of them found bliss at your hands, my Kinglet. Thankfully I have decades of experience in the art of lovemaking. 

Only a tiny voice at the back of his mind is left that wants to argue, to bite back, to protect his manhood and self-esteem. That voice rings hollow as it is drowned out by the dulcet tones of the crown resting on his head. It does not move, no matter how viciously his hips are thrusting or his body moves during this rigorous fucking. The crown was all but fused to his head, bonded to him until his inevitable end.

With a few more thrusts the frantic begging and pleading of their companion turns into a drawn out, high-pitched moan as she climaxes. The crown moves his hands gently over her body, soothing the overstimulated maid with careful touches. He can hear his own voice rumble sweet nothings as it cares for their current bedmate. There is a sting deep behind his ribcage, a longing for closeness but John pushes it aside. 

Are you ready for your reward?

As a king begging is beneath him but if the crown asked it of him John knows he wouldn't hesitate to fall to his knees and plead. Instead it takes all of his willpower to simply agree. He can't move his head but through whatever curse, magic or divine power it uses the crown is aware of his affirmation.

Slowly a prickling, starting at his fingertips and toes, spreads across his body, like a limb regaining a constant blood flow. His body feels foreign but it is his again. At least for now.

“Let me have a taste, sweetness,” he coos, to the maid or the crown he does not rightly know. 

Eager mutt.

Another shock of humiliation runs through him like lightning but John muffles the embarrassing moan threatening to fall from his lips by putting his mouth to the swollen cunt of their companion. 

The taste of their mixed desire coats his tongue and he groans against her sensitive folds. The woman under him squeals and shakes with overstimulation but he pays it no mind, eagerly lapping up its spent, lost in savoring the flavor.

He may not be in control of his own body most of the time nowadays but the crown makes it all worth it.

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #7410:

Those people are playing with fictional dollies in a corner of the internet where blocking and ignoring has long been a thing. If you're in a position where seeing a pair of fictional drawings kissing will give you psychic damage AND you can't ignore it after rolling your eyes or making an "ew" face (something people often but don't expand on because why bother?), maybe that's your problem, not other peoples', and you should avoid those tags etc, like the rest of us. It's also very telling that people in certain fandoms are totally okay with certain kinds of abusive ships, but simply go after people writing the "wrong" kinds of abusive ship, but as soon as any other kinds of ships are present, they will flip out. They'll yell at someone for shipping the Lannisters, while concurrently reposting fanart of Will bleeding to death where Hannibal, who has a knife in his pocket suggesting he did the deed, is holding him adoringly. Drawing gore is somehow fine, but a ship where the characters are eighteen and nineteen is the devil's spawn, even though both in real life are bad, and on paper, neither character is being harmed. They are concepts, dollies, not real people.

Like, "bad ship" has no meaning - it's become a stupid matter of "my fictional thing is fine, yours crosses the line, even though technically, it's just as bad, or not bad at all" because... It's all. Bloody. Fiction. Yet nobody's going to bat an eyelash if someone watches the Saw movies, or if someone is a horror aficionado and loves horror movies in general, but so many people, especially younger kids, have issues with sexual content in particular. It's just a rebrand of Christian puritanism and moral paranoia. Everything and everyone is a pedo to them. They look at new media through the lens of "I must ensure this show, person, etc isn't a pedo". Yeah, there are creepy people on the internet, some people get off on certain stuff. It doesn't mean everyone who draws an age gap ship is a creep - just like how everyone who likes gore isn't a murderer, even though there are, indeed, people who get off on murder. There are kinks for literally everything. I mean, there's an entire website devoted to celebrity feet for Christ's sakes. But for some reason, nobody ever looks at fictional depictions of non-sexual abuse (or even anything else), and wonders if someone is getting off on that. But a lot of people still are. Nothing is sacred.

If someone is posting graphic content of something in a tag, they should be tagging it. With scenarios like that, MAYBE (emphatically) you could make a case for it being "harmful". But even then, this is the internet. Fandom spaces are not like Club Penguin, they do not have a responsibility to assume the burden of parenting or making someone's individual choices for them or clearing out as soon as a minor is in the space, and there's an inherent knowledge that we all will, at some point, run into things that gross us out because fandom spaces are a melting pot of different ideas.

And you have a right to be grossed out by a lot of stuff. There's a lot of disturbing, weird, icky shit out there. But it's not about harassing the people who make it, who have shown no signs of actually being a bad person. It's about putting the onus on yourself, like an adult, to avoid the content. There's no use in self-harming by seeking stuff out, going into certain tags, etc when there's a high chance you'll see something that squicks you. Because at the end of the day, you are responsible for your own content consumption and browsing, and you are responsible for understanding the risks of being in certain spaces. If someone is unable to understand this, and cannot exercise self-control, they shouldn't be in those spaces, possibly online at all.

Signed, a very, very bone-tired fandomgoer of 40+ years.

[cursedvida]

Honestly. Every two or three days someone publishes a post saying "oh why do you like nomae? If mae is bad, she's the villain, blah blah blah" that makes me wonder if these people have a life beyond wasting their time hating.

If you don't like something, can't you just block it? Or can't you just focus on promoting what you like?

Oh my god, do something productive with your lives.

It's good to see that lately even those who don't ship nomae are against these people.

There are many points we can discuss about this.

For example, we can talk about how absurd and pointless it is to throw hate at a ship. I mean, what do people gain from it? Making others feel bad? Do they really get satisfaction from shaming and trying to make people feel guilty for just trying to escape reality for a while by shipping and fangirling over things they like in a healthy and purely playful way? Do they seriously find any pleasure in it? Does it give them dopamine or something? Because if they really need to crush people to feel better about themselves, what I would recommend is to leave the internet and start therapy because these are indeed very sadistic and sociopathic behaviors.

Putting aside the melodramatic and catastrophic moment, we can also talk about how sad it is to waste time hating something instead of doing something productive like, for example, creating content. They complain that the KotPotA tags are infested with things about Nomae, but do they contribute anything beyond the hate? Do they write dissertations, present theories, upload gifsets or fanarts? No, of course not, they just throw crap. I mean, if it bothers you so much that when you enter the tag 90% of the content is not to your liking, then I invite you to fill the tag with things you do like. You are free to do so. But I guess it’s much easier to just complain instead of making an effort to contribute.

This brings me to another point that I find very ironic. Yes, everything is full of Nomae, but that is precisely what keeps the fandom alive. Every day someone uploads some fanart, some video, some comment or fanfic. Every day there is someone talking in this tag about the topic that, whether many like it or not, means talking about the movies. Let’s be honest, those of us who keep fandoms alive (and I speak in general) are the shippers, especially when they are fandoms of franchises whose content are movies that take years to come out. If it weren’t for people fangirling all the time, there would be no content on social media. I’m sorry if you don’t like that content, but once again I invite you to use your freedom of expression to create rather than try to destroy people’s self-esteem.

But well, as you say, at least there are people with common sense and enough mental maturity to understand that if you don’t like something, the best thing to do is ignore it and that’s it, as well as understanding that shaming people on social media is very much a thing of 15 years ago and today it’s just pathetic.

[spotaus]

Everyone say hello to DreamEater AU's very own Dream! (And Fresh!) Otherwise known as Tulpa!

This AU is technically a Dream × Fresh ship story, but honestly it could be taken as Platonic because I view them both as aroace kings ��. (This is alao Extremely self-indulgent lmao-) I'm gonna put more under the cut + close-ups but what is important is:

Dream is badly injured by Dust and ends up in a random AU after a messy retreat from battle. Fresh stumbles across him in need of a new host and attempts to take over Dream. Dream isn't a normal monster though, and he fights the hostile take-over. His soul doesn't decay like a normal monster's when Fresh feeds, so they end up coming to an agreement to share the body while Dream heals.

SO!!!

The DreamEater au comes from an idea I had years ago. Dream is injured, and it leaves him badly paralyzed while he recovers. In the old concept Fresh just nursed him back to health. In the DreamEater AU, Fresh is actively using Dream's unique vessel to his own advantage. It's like finding a body that fits him like a glove, and so he's content to just keep it. Until, of course, Dream becomes conscious again.

Fresh successfully takes Dream's body for a week or so before Dream is lucid again as a soul, and he tries to reason with Fresh to give him back control. He explains what happened and why he needs to get back. Fresh explains that he's going to keep being a parasite and no way he's giving up the perfect body. It's a long back and forth before Fresh relents and let's Dream take control again, only for him to collapse. Dream can't feel anything from his neck down due to where he'd been injured.

Fresh takes over again, and Dream just kinda lingers along with Fresh, staying in the passenger's seat of the body. He is stressed and worried but knows now that it'll take ages for him to heal anyways. By letting Fresh roam he can see the state of the multiverse at least.

And as things go on, the balance keeps tipping. Farther and farther in Night's direction. It's palpable. Then one night Fresh talks with Dream. It's small-talk, but it turns out he thinks Dream's soul will keep going forever if he can be around happy people. Dream explains that without him to do guardian work there are less abd less of those positive people to feed him so Fresh can keep going.

So, Fresh agrees to help Dream return to his duty, but only minimally since he's extremely injured.

Dream returns most of his wardrobe, and Fresh controls his body while Dream directs him and takes over control of his skull. Any weird actions are chalked up to recovering from his injury. Blue and Ink are thrilled to see him again. All is well for a bit, and though Fresh holds Dream back sometimes, he ends up actually being really good for Dream's mental health by not letting him overwork or stress about things he doesn't need to. Dream teaches Fresh how to use a bow, how to fight with a staff, etc. They become... friends? At least while they help eachother. Having Fresh tag along doesn't hurt Dream at all, and Fresh loves his free buffet of Dream.

Blue is the first one to notice Fresh, but he's not actively hurting Dream so he says nothing.

It's hinted when m, during a fight with NM's gang, someone curses and It's censored. Everyone is on edge because many of them don't like Fresh, and the bttle dispurses quickly afterwards.

It's revealed on a day that Dream is ambushed on an errand and Fresh takes forceful control so he can Fresh-Poof out of the way. Dream's Soul is shown in the other eyelight that's normally dark, and Fresh takes full control just to skate around the gang, teasing and evading them. Dream wasn't happy, but he was grateful after the fact. Everyone knew after that, and Dream started to agree that without it being a secret, Fresh could change up the wardrobe.

Eventually Dream heals almost fully. At that point, Fresh tries not to get involved with NM's conflicts. He also swaps in and out of control with Dream seamlessly throughout an average day. They become actual friends, talking over eachother and playfully swapping control. And eventually that becomes an agreed partnership. Ink doesn't approve of having Fresh around all the time, but he's Dream's closest companion besides Blue, so he stays.

Point is, they care a lot about eachother, even when they started out so tense. They keep eachother safe for selfish reasons, and for their bond.