#so i actually have shown a little restraint here

[emperorofthedark]

Gvaudoin seems to be the leader of the Black Moon Society. She is selfish, cruel and arrogant. It is widely believed that she and her cousin, Fricorith, were sent to Whispering Winds Academy because her family felt unsafe with her around.

Lilith is Gvaudoin's second-in-command within the hierarchy of the Black Moon Society. Unlike her twin sister, Angela, she is cold and indifferent to her instructors and peers.

Fricorith considers himself an intellectual masterpiece. While he certainly is intelligent, he seems uninspired by his schoolwork and disinterested in his grades. As the third most important member of the Black Moon Society, he enjoys keeping tabs on his peers and helping Gvaudoin mete out punishments.

[maelancoli]

PADDING OUT DIALOGUE SCENES

in another round of very unprompted writing advice i thought i figured i'd share my two cents when it comes to the topic of struggling to fill out conservational scenes. another thing i see a LOT of lately is a general fretting among writers who find that dialogue comes easily to them but the rest is a struggle. for me it's often been the opposite, i had to work at honing the talking part but description? i've always done a little too much tbqh. but funny enough the solution for both is not disconnected.

a lot of it will come down to knowing your character. what are their ticks? what are their filler words? are they bold and expressive when they're speaking? or are they withdrawn and shy? deciding the behavioral quirks of your character will improve your instincts when trying to be more descriptive. do they fidget with their clothes? do they pick up objects and toy with them? do they fold their arms around themselves or have other defensive posture? where do their eyes go when they speak? do they look around a lot? do they have an intense, unwavering gaze? do they zone out to look at other objects? what are they looking at when they do look away to think or listen? (this is also where having a faceclaim to build characteristics and mannerisms around can be helpful, not just in rp settings but any kind of fiction.)

"i guess...i don't really know how i'm supposed to feel about it," he admitted.

okay so we already have information here to expound on. the character is uncertain and conflicted. how would that effect their demeanor outwardly?

"i guess..." he trailed off with a sigh. he shook his head and his gaze grew unfocused, wandering away from his companion to stare blankly at a clock on the mantelpiece. his index finger tapped lightly at his knee. "i don't know how i'm supposed to feel about it, ya' know?" amir admitted with a shrug. he finally looked at the other man again, but there was a vulnerability which brought a sheepish shadow to his tumultuous gaze.

we've shown he is pensive with a wandering eye and that he's a little uncomfortable with his nervous tick of tapping. the next step is to consider the inner workings of their PoV. what does the scene itself call for them to be doing and thinking between lines? what does the emotion and tension of the scene—or even the comfort and familiarity of it—reflect inside them?

"you don't have to know right now," malik pointed out. he lifted his hands from where they had rested on the surface of the table to turn his palms outward, leaning in closer. "it's okay not to know." they held one another's gaze for a silent moment. amir's lips pressed together and he swallowed down the lump which had formed in his throat. he was not an emotional man. he had always prided himself on his restraint. but it was all beginning to be too much and the empathy in his friend's eyes was only another weight upon his already bowed shoulders. "...maybe you're right," he mumbled thoughtfully.

here we have shown his friend's gesture, adding more presence to the environment around them. and then we have given a little space for the character to feel. we have given a little information about who he is, or at least how he thinks about himself. by bringing his eyes back to his companion we have shown he is opening up, he is actually leaning into the intimacy of comfort and listening. but the mumble shows he is still not confident in admitting the need for help. it shows he has not even accepted fully the grace he's being given.

it isn't just what a character is saying, it's how they're saying it. it's how they're carrying themselves. it's how they're receiving the other characters' words. and showing how they're carrying themselves along with their inner feelings will also help show what is driving their dialogue. it will create a contrast if they're not being a reliable narrator, if they're contradicting or if they're withholding etc.

taking time and being patient with yourself to expound upon these things and to develop your character will make them more real. the more you practice and get to know them, the more instinctive and natural it will become!

[poppy-metal]

tashi being a driving force behind failmarriage au. feeling frustrated with art & his gorgeous darling wife ((probably hasnt examined the want thats simmering below the surface for the wife)).she’s probably checking insta more than art is, so bothered by the bratty behavior and the obvious posturing going on. she wants art to fight for you but he’s kind of heavily wallowing. so struck by the despair of being without you that he’s useless rn. she knows he needs a catalyst to spring him into action. so she meticulously keeping tabs on you and probably smth inside her (and hopefully art) snaps when they realise youre not wearing your ring anymore.

tashi's a mean bitch when she's pushed too far and i imagine at some point your game gets boring for her with all your little spiteful moves that she takes matters into her own hands. something to make you react, in some way, whether its negative or positive.

you get sent the video from arts phone - confused because he usually calls you - leaves you voice-mails - very few times he's sent you a video, usually of something he saw during the day that reminded him of you. you hover on clicking it, wondering if you're strong enough today to deal with it.

you do end up hitting play and -

the video starts out shaky, its hard to tell what's being shown, until a familiar chest comes into view - broad and toned and most importantly, bare - arts body. gleaming with sweat and his pecs heaving, pink nipples peaked. there's a slight sway to his body, he's clearly laying out on a bed - his long pale neck extended in a moan.

he's being ridden.

and the warm brown feminine hand trailing up his stomach is undeniably tashi's. fingernails finely pressed, she braces her palm right at the center of his chest, bracing, and the wet slaps of their flesh meeting can be heard. the angle is focused on arts face for a moment, eyes pressed tight like hes in pain, face flushed, lips parted. he looks tortured by bliss.

and then the camera pans down and there's a flash of tashi's thighs, caging around arts hips. she brings the view right to her cunt - where her pussy - toned and tight and beautiful - stretches obscenely wide around arts pink cock. she rocks there and then her thighs tense, her moan high pitched and dirty as she cums around him.

the camera shakes again and you hear her giggle at arts whimper and then the view is clear and she's holding - a fleshlight, "i tried to find her skintone," tashi's voice crackles through the video, "you'll have to tell him if its close to her actual pussy."

you realize she specifically bought a toy with your complexion - she poises the tip of the plastic lips around arts wet cock - the tip gleaming with fluid. "oh fuck." art says, and he bucks his hips. tashis hand comes down, squeezes his pale thigh as she continues to tease his cockhead. "tashi thats - oh my god -"

"that's not who you're about to fuck." tashi croons. the lips of the toy flare apart lewdly the more she teases it down on arts thick crown. "pretend its her pussy. thats who you want with you right here, right now, hm? your sweet wife with her tight little pussy - is she tight art? do you miss it?"

arts cock is straining. it doesn't need to be held aloft - bobbing straight up and throbbing with blood - you can make out the delicate veins underneath - his balls hang heavy between his thighs which are twitching with restraint barely contained.

"tell me." tashi says. doesn't ask.

arts hips jump - he slides inside the toy a small inch and groans brokenly. "s-so tight. shes so tight. god, she takes my dick so fucking good - " tashi lets him buck up, feeding more and more of himself into the silicone cunt. her hand steadies against his thigh as he jerks, overwhelmed. "i wanna fuck her - i wanna fuck her -"

tashi chuckles again, rubs her thumb soothingly over his skin. "its sweet of you to ask, baby, but you dont need my permission right now - how would you fuck your wife, if she was here, hm? how do you want to fuck her?"

the gasp art lets out is airy and his legs splay open more, he knees coming up as he braces his feet against the bed.

its sudden and nearly violent the way he begins slamming up into the toy. tashi has to adjust her grip around the base of it so it doesn't go flying off his dick from the force of his sudden eager thrusts upward. his hips jackrabbit into the sticky plastic depths - the synthetic sloshing of the pussy around his cock wet and lewd as his balls slap against it.

"oh god." art groans. his stomach is concaved, he's thrusting so fast and brutal the bed starts to shake. "oh fuck - give me that pussy - that fucking cunt - fuck i need it - need to fuck her so bad, i need it, i need it -"

"treat it like she's here." tashi encourages, breathless. excited. "talk to her. shes bouncing on your dick art - she's taking you so good - just like shes meant to -"

"god, god, god, - never letting you leave me again. fuck! gonna keep you - gonna keep you on this dick forever, gonna fucking breed you - make you stay - fuck, im gonna cum inside you -"

"fill her up" tashi goads, "make her take that pounding dicks cum. deep inside that little wife pussy."

art sounds like hes sobbing - moaning wetly. slapping his hips up nearly bouncing the toy on and off his dick - his thighs clench, the muscles in them flexing as his movements stutter.

"shit - shit - " he calls your name. your name. your name. over and over again. "i fucking love you, oh my god, yes - take it take it take it take it all -"

tashi holds the toy over his cock as he fills it. his balls twitch and throb as they empty. she slowly glides the pocket pussy off of him and thick rivers of white drip back down him, running down his sack.

"woah" tashi breathes. "all that for her? you must really wanna knock her up - babytrap her."

arts cock twitches.

you close the video.

a text pings after.

when you touch yourself to this later remember the only one stopping you from having him is yourself - T.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.6k┆warnings: SPOILERS FOR SDR2 !! cursing, harassment, mentions of self-harm, obsessive behavior, stalking┆a/n: when I wrote this one-shot, I actually didn’t play dr2 up to this point. so sorry if it’s a bit off from the storyline.

LETHAL ━ in game ! nagito komaeda x fem ! reader

━ ABOUT Y/N

ever since this killing game has begun, Nagito has shown stalker-ish and obsessive tendencies towards you.

but everything is going to be alright since he's tied up and unable to cause any more harm to others. Right?

⤷ ❝ 𝖄/𝕹

Today, it's your turn." The red headed girl said as she shoved a tray of food towards your face.

Blinking in bewilderment, you protested, "huh?- My turn for what?"

Mahiru sighed, "To feed Nagito. He refuses to eat and I can't get through to him. I can't just let him starve."

You looked around the room for any other faces. Only a few were in the dining hall at the time, "But why are you coming to me of all people? You know I hate him."

"Please, Y/n. Just this once. He seems to only be fond of you." You looked up into her eyes then back down to the tray she held out before herself.

"Ugh... fine."

You grabbed the tray and walked past the freckled girl and into the room where Nagito was held.

When you entered, you couldn't help but notice how his previously dull eyes lit up when he saw your semi-frustrated expression.

"Y/n! How's it going!? I haven't seen you since... since the trial a few days ago! Has it been a few days? I don't know! I've lost track of time from being down here for so long..." he began to go on and on about how he missed you and being free to roam about the island.

You found the way he spoke about you a little... creepy.

You figured that he and Hajime would be friends because when you first met him they were together.

So why isn't he talking about how he misses his other friends?

Does he not have any?

Then what were you to him—?

"-Hey, it seems you got something there for me...?" You watched as he struggled to sit up in his restraints.

"I wasn't really hungry when Mahiru was attempting to force this food down my throat. But now that you're here my appetite has returned." A light red blush formed on his cheeks as he spoke.

He smiled crazily as he stared down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Crazy, isn't it?"

His words sent chills down your spine. It wasn't what he had said, it was the delivery of the words.

You knew he was tied up for being dangerous but...

...you're starting to think he's actually insane.

Slowly, you took a few step towards him then kneeled down. "I don't want to be here so I'm going to make this go as quickly as possible," you muttered to him.

You grabbed the spoon and scooped up some of the food on the plate. You're surprised it didn't get cold while he was busy yapping about his misfortune.

You glance up at him while bringing the spoon up to his face. His cheeks were redder than ever and his face had a smile as if he was struggling to contain his excitement.

"Can you... uh..." you nervously muttered, not wanting to say those horrid words.

Nagito's smile faded and he just smirked, "Can I...?"

He knew exactly what you wanted to ask.

He just wanted to hear it come out of your mouth.

You fought back your embarrassment before finally spitting the words out, "open your mouth."

You brought the spoon closer to his sealed lips that refused to budge.

Until he spoke again, that is.

"I can't hear you, Y/—" without hesitation, you shoved the spoon in his mouth.

You watched him gag a bit before finally swallowing the food, "Wh- what the heck!?"

"You took you long." You shrugged.

He stared at you with a bit of a hurt expression.

"You're so fucking dramatic" You rolled your eyes.

You scooped up some more food and taunted it in front of his face, "You want me to tell you, 'here comes the air plane' each time I feed you or something?" You held back a laugh.

He smiled and looked down at the tray, "Y'know... you look really cute right now."

His gaze met yours once again.

"You just being here makes me feel way better despite this despair-inducing situation."

Before you let yourself get flustered, you remembered that he was chained up for being the cause of someone else's murder.

And that he's crazy.

"Shut up." You gave no reaction to his affectionate words.

You awkwardly lifted the spoon up to his lips, watching him chew at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Could you chew any slower..." you sighed, thinking he was doing this just to get on your nerves.

Not to keep you by his side for longer than you desired.

"Are you going to chew it for me?"

He smiled, "To be honest, I'd really prefer it that way."

An extremely disgusted look grew on your (s/c) face.

There's no way he's fucking for real right now, you thought.

"This'd go way faster if you stopped your weird form of flirting..."

"'Flirting?' Hah, I wish..." he looked down, avoiding eye contact.

You moved a bit closer to his face, confusion overtaking your features.

"I don't understand how you could believe that such a lowly piece of scum as myself could attempt to flirt with a beautiful girl like you."

He suddenly jerked his upper body closer to you, your lips just barely grazing his.

Out of shock of his sudden movements, you stumbled back with a bright red blush forming on your face.

Was he trying to...

"Y/n, what's the matter?" he frowned when he witnessed you frantically moving away from his restrained body.

...Was he trying to fucking kiss me!?

"Don't tell me you're... you're afraid of me?"

Nagito's crazed smile faded. A genuine look of curiosity shown on his pale face, "afraid... No, you can't be afraid of me..."

He repeated that sentence over and over, it looked like he was more or so talking to himself rather than you.

"Well, why am I surprised." He chuckled, reassuring only himself, "I'd be completely frightened if some disgusting piece of garbage wanted my company. Even if it were for a little while."

"No, that's not it," You moved a bit closer to the white haired male but still keeping a distance.

"It's just that... I was a bit uncomfortable, that's all."

He blinked for a few seconds, processing your words. Then, a wide smile spread across his face.

"'Uncomfortable!' Of course!! I just invaded your personal space, haha! I'm just utterly too stupid to understand how that made you feel..." he then began yapping about how much of a waste he was as a person and how he couldn't have been more stupid.

The way he wouldn't stop degrading himself was slightly concerning. But you still didn't say anything regarding the topic.

"Could you please just eat? I didn't come here to socialize." You blurted out, putting an abrupt halt to his mindless rambling.

"My apologies, Y/n!" He nervously chuckled, "I haven't been around you- or anyone for that matter- in a super long time! So when I finally get company I can't—"

You shoved the spoon in his mouth again and muttered, "Do you have an 'off' button."

You yanked the spoon out of his mouth then let him swallow his food.

"Do you want to find it?"

• • •

"Why the hell isn't he tied up anymore!?" You desperately asked Hajime as he sat at a table in the dining hall.

You had a feeling he'd have the answer.

Hajime only sighed in response, he seemed a bit frustrated himself.

"Monomi freed him, hoping that we could all get along and investigate Mahiru's murder together."

You displayed an immensely frightened expression as you heard the words coming out of the brown haired boy's mouth.

"I don't think this is a very good idea," You said, feeling your heartbeat beat beginning to

accelerate.

"Why not?" You almost shouted.

Hajime looked up at you with curious eyes. Those eyes soon turned into ones displaying deep concern when he had noticed your state.

"Y/n? Wh- what's wrong!?" He stood up from his seat.

"Nagito is kind of..." you slowly brought up a trembling hand you rub your arm, "...weird."

He hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder, "Weird how?" Hajime's voice grew with more and more concern.

"What did he do to yo—"

"-Hey, Hajime!" You heard a loud, frighteningly familiar, voice ringing out in the dining hall as they entered.

Slowly, both you and your brown haired friend turned around to see the person you probably hated the most right now.

"Speak of the devil..." The green eyed protagonist angrily muttered under his breath.

It was silent between the three of you before, of course, Nagito made the decision to speak up, "So what were you guys talking about?"

He grabbed your hand and yanked you towards himself, "H- Hey!!"

"I hope it wasn't super important because I need Y/n for something real quick—"

He was just about to drag you off somewhere despite your desperate struggle against him.

Only for Hajime to tightly grab onto his forearm.

"let go of her, Nagito." He said with a cold glare.

The white haired male just returned it with an even more threatening look.

I look at said that he could murder him right then and there.

Then, with a obviously fake smile, Nagito freed your hand from his grasp.

"haha," he chuckled, "I guess right now's a bad time?"

He watched as Hajime gently pushed you away from him, striking a nerve Nagito never thought he had.

What made him think that he could just touch you whenever he wanted like that?

It made him sick.

"I'll take my leave now," the green eyed male awkwardly turned and walked away.

"Bye, Y/n and Hajime!"

Neither you or Hajime returned his farewell.

Once the odd male was completely out of eyesight and earshot, the brown haired protagonist was beginning to ask you the question he would have asked earlier if it weren't for Nagito.

"Y/n, Wha—"

"-It's getting late. I'm going to sleep." You began walking out of the dining hall and towards the cottages.

Hajime blinked in confusion, "It's barely 3pm..."

• • •

Once in your cottage, you made sure to lock the door behind yourself. Only so he couldn't barge his way inside.

You've never told anyone about Nagito.

You felt that if you did, it would somehow get back to him and you don't know what he'd do...

...you don't know what he'd do if the whole island found out that he's a crazy stalker.

You don't exactly have proof, but you've caught him following you around the island a few times from the corner of your eye.

Whenever he'd speak to you, his affectionate compliments and remarks made you uncomfortable.

And you've even had a few of your more personal items gone missing, but that couldn't have been only him...

...right?

So that's why when you found out that Nagito was free to roam around the island you started to freak out.

Nothing would end well for anyone if Nagito does turn out to be some crazy stalker.

Or are you just being a little paranoid?

You didn't go to sleep at that time, you couldn't go to sleep.

Everyone was out there trying to solve a murder case while you're alone in your cottage.

Sulking about your misfortune.

After laying in bed for a good five minutes you decided it would be best to help everyone out than to isolate yourself all day.

But that was before you got a knock at your door.

You waited for the unwanted guest to go away, but the knocking grew harder and more urgent.

With a sigh, you walked over to the door and cracked it open a tiny bit.

You expected to see Hajime, still asking that question he never got to finish.

But it was worse.

He was...

"...Nagito?" You asked.

The white haired male seemed a bit worried as he stood there, "Y/n, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way lately..." Nagito began as he diverted his eyes to the ground.

"I... I wanted to let you know that earlier if Hajime didn't..." He trailed off, noticing how you barely kept the door cracked open to see his face.

A frown formed on his lips.

"Can you please open the door, please? I just... I just want to see you." Nagito begged, desperately trying to get a glimpse of your face from outside the door.

You really didn't want to... but you hesitantly began opening the door all the way.

Which was your most horrible mistake yet.

Nagito forced his way inside and quickly made his way towards your completely frightened figure.

You stumbled back, out of shock.

I knew I shouldn't have!!—

Your frantic thoughts were cut short by his arms snaking their way around your waist. You struggled and shouted as he swiftly used his heel to shut the door.

You were about to let out a scream before his hand came up to cover your mouth.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you stared up at him in horror.

"I knew you or your little friends wouldn't let me talk to you in private. — so I had to do it the hard way..." Ignoring his futile attempts to calm you down, you screamed and struggled in his arms.

Despite growing frustrated with your resistance, he only shushed you and pressed your head against his chest. "Why are you being so difficult? I won't hurt you."

He quietly chuckled to himself, "Oh, who am I kidding? What's makes me think that some beautiful girl would want scum like me to be in love with her."

You froze at his words.

'In... love?'  You thought.

He noticed your reaction and blushed bright red, "Was it not obvious, Y/n? I am so madly in love with you I don't know what to do!!"

He moved his to the back of your head and forced you to look up at his face. His dull, green eyes, filled with nothing but lust and love for you, bore deeply into yours.

Your irises shook in fear at his next words.

"You're so pretty that every time I look at you it makes me want to gouge my eyes out," he said with a crazed smile growing on his face.

His breathing grew heavier and his cheeks flushed bright red.

He softly caressed your face and let his thumb trace over your lips as he started regulating his erratic breathing.

"I noticed that you've stopped reacting... is it that you're frozen with fear?"

He leaned even closer to your face, his breath brushing against your lips.

You tried moving your head away but he only jerked you closer.

Resulting in you sharing your first kiss with your stalker.

Once he finally pulled away from the horrid kiss, he whispers, "I love you so much, Y/n."

"And the Hope living deep inside of you."

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[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 11)

Hello again, and welcome to part 11! I cannot believe I'm up to 11 parts on this thing with more to come (though not too many more, I think). That means I've recommended 200 fics/series so far as I've been doing 20 recs per post. Tbh I'm actually pretty proud of myself over this because it means I've been showing incredible restraint throughout this process in only recommending my favoritiest-favorites as opposed to every single fic I can remember liking even a little bit (don't worry, that will be the next series lol). For reference, I currently have 2,610 Sterek bookmarks in total on AO3 and have so far reviewed 1,749 of them to get to those select 200. That is wild to me lol.

BUT ANYHOOZLE.

As always, thank you all again for the support you've shown this series. I hope you're all having as good a day as you can, if not a great day. Smoochies and squeezies from me to you!

List and links to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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not enough by Jana_C (G | 1/1 | 1,569)

Sometimes love is just not enough.

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A Quiet Night (Not in the Cards) by Delightful_I_Am (T | 1/1 | 4,369)

"Derek fucking Hale!"

The shout rang through the bar and for a long moment nobody moved. It was like something out of a movie. Everything just stopped; the music cut off; one of the servers had frozen mid-pour. Grady would have laughed if he weren't holding his breath. The kid straightened his shirt, a glimpse of stomach showing the curling edges of a tattoo on his hip, and strode toward where Hale was sitting in the dark corner. As one, every supe in the place turned to see Hale's reaction; the last person to try to confront Hale in here had left with a broken hand and a whispered threat that the next time Hale would rip their throat out. With his teeth. Unsurprisingly, Hale's face was set in its usual glower, although it seemed a bit softer around the eyes. It took Grady a second to realise Hale knew the kid.

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Painted Wooden Letters by DiscontentedWinter (T | 5/5 | 10,013)

All he ever wanted to be was Stiles Stilinski.

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Babcia Knows Best by thepsychicclam (T | 1/1 | 11,887)

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there's a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.

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god knows I am dissonance by scepticallyopenminded (E | 1/1 | 24,239)

Stiles has zero regrets – zero, absolutely none – about leaving Beacon Hills after he graduates from Stanford. He knows his dad is good, has friends, has the force, has Melissa, and knows that even if he and Mel weren’t dating, that Scott has the sheriff’s back, will take care of him, keep him safe.

He knows Lydia has no regrets, either, and the two of them hop a plane less than a week after the graduation ceremony, two full weeks before their lease in Menlo Park is even up. They pack up a U-Haul, go back to Beacon Hills for two nights, and then they’re off to LAX, three suitcases and two carry-ons between the both of them.

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There's joy not far from here by Talis89 (M | 9/9 | 28,354)

“I’m coming,” Derek calls, shrugging on a sweater. The first few days of March had been warm, but the weather has turned in the last week - winter's last ‘fuck you’ - and Derek is expecting the icy blast as the warm air rushes out the front door. “What—” His breath freezes in his throat.

“Hey there, Sourwolf.”

Stiles is standing on the front porch— Derek’s front porch— his right hand waved in a half wave.

“Stiles?” Derek almost takes a step back. “What are you— how?”

~

Two years after Derek runs from Beacon Hills, Stiles turns up at his front door looking for his own escape. What follows is a story of adventure, healing and finding a place to call home.

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The Heart Remains The Same by heartsdesire459 (T | 1/1 | 28,797)

When Stiles left for college, he already knew the truth... Stiles wasn't a 'he' at all. Dropped into a new, exciting, liberating level of freedom that came with going to college somewhere without anyone who knew her, Stiles began to explore her true self and began her quest to become the girl she knew she had always been. Her fears of everyone's reactions back home led to skipping the first holiday... and then a second. And then the next.

Two and a half years after leaving Beacon Hills - two and a half years spent living an entire new life as a trans!woman - a call in the night forces Stiles to go back to Beacon Hills to face the people she had left and the friends she had abandoned.

“Stiles… it’s your dad.”

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The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia (E | 3/3 | 40,104)

Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek's kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

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Burning House by 1jet2unknown, nottoolateforthegame (E | 15/15 | 41,007)

“Why am I here? What was the point of showing me all that? It’s not like it’s going to change anything!”

You can change it.

 “How?!”

 You can change it if you go back.

“Then take me back!”

Stiles’s stomach lurched as the world tilted and stretched sideways.

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Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy (E | 16/16 | 52,270)

Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

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Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (T | 1/1 | 68,368)

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

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Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill (M | 10/10 | 70,382)

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." -----

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

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What Goes Around by KouriArashi (M | 16/16 | 71,451)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

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The Law of the Jungle by Nutellargh (E | 1/1 | 75,854)

After the Kanima fiasco is over, Derek takes his three betas and leaves Beacon Hills. Stiles knows he could contact him if needed, but they barely keep in touch, and only about mundane things. 4 years later, after a steady stream of supernatural issues they somehow manage to deal with, Lydia is the one to contact Derek when Stiles starts looking worse and worse everyday, with no idea as to how or why. The Slavic monster draining Stiles' energy points them to a much bigger issue Beacon Hills has been troubled with for years.

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Windows by dr_girlfriend (E | 28/28 | 83,266)

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking.

Excerpt:

“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

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where thou art, that is home series by ShanaStoryteller (8 works | NR-E | 94,108)

Hi, Tin here. Once again, Tumblr is deciding not to allow me to post any of the individual stories and summaries here, so here's a very brief summary without me waxing poetic about the series:

This is a canon-divergent AU series that acts as a sort of "fix it" for the universe without sacrificing the things we know and love from canon (imo). It begins with Stiles (and Scott as his co-pilot) managing to prevent the Hale fire from taking out the whole of the Hale pack and then moves forward from there. Lots of BAMF!Everyone abound and interesting takes on existing tropes and canon elements. I urge you all to check it out.

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The Taming of the Wolf by Amethystina (T | 15/15 | 105,352)

When Stiles seeks shelter from the rain in a rundown house in the middle of the woods, the last thing he expects is to find that someone is actually living there. Even less that the person in question isn't quite human. Derek is something else entirely.

Before he knows it, Stiles is thrown into a world he knows very little about and while he enjoys the unlikely and complex relationship that sparks between them, it's obvious that something darker is lurking in the shadows. Something from Derek's past that is just waiting to tear them apart.

Chapters 13, 14 and 15 are bonus chapters, featuring the same story but from Derek's POV (a total of 40 700 words). This is basically two fics in one.

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Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade) (E | 16/16 | 106,673)

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

♠

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All Bark and No Bite series by MoonlitMemories (3 works | NR-M | 157,246)

1. Protect and Serve (M | 17/17 | 150,789) Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles? 2. Baby makes Three (G | 1/1 | 3,202) Erica finds out she's pregnant. 3. One of Us (NR | 1/1 | 3,255) Malia doesn't know what to do with the Hale pack.

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Get You The Moon by A ClosedFicIsNeverRead (E | 30/30 | 180,785)

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR -

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Title inspired by song: ‘Get You The Moon’ by Kina ft. Snow

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[lexirosewrites]

(Here's the kinda long Slick Sunday ask I promised before!!)

So, Lady Kailitha has a fic where Steve is a "golden Omega", which just means that he isn't able to have pups normally, but in exchange his possibilities of getting pregnant during a heat skyrocket.

Now, I was half asleep when I thought of this, but!! Dark omegas.

They are as unusual as they're rejected, physiologically there's nothing different about them, psychologically...

Let's say that they're kinda intense.

These kinds of Omegas imprint on an Alpha seemingly at random and will stop at nothing to get with them.

Of course some omegas have shown more self restraint in these sorts of situations, each individual might vary in their willingness to commit crimes, for example, some omegas might commit murder if their chosen alpha mates someone else, some others might choose to take their own lives, others might lock themselves for the rest of their lives, etc, etc.

When they successfully mate their beloved these omegas tend to be the sweetest, nicest people you've met... Unless they feel you're a threat to their bond.

No one is actually sure what triggers this kinda instincts, as the studies have shown they show up no matter the demographic, income or lifestyle.

Enter Steve. A packless Omega suffering of isolation sickness meets Eddie, a nice dude who was just trying to help the guy who looked about to kneel over and, coincidentally, an Alpha.

Steve gets one(1) whiff of Eddie's scent and his Omega instincts go overdrive, deciding in that exact moment that this random guy is going to be their mate. No. Matter. What.

So it starts small, with Eddie taking care of Steve for a bit, just until the omega feels well enough to get home, but before he leaves Steve asks for the Alpha's name and phone number. (And if Steve leaves that interaction with a new hanky for his nest? That's nobody's business)

And Eddie is a weak man in the face of a pretty guy, so he gives it to him.

Then Steve starts inserting himself into Eddie's life under the excuse that Eddie saved his life (not that he's wrong.....), so Steve MUST pay him back, with cookies!

Eventually it gets to the point where Steve actually gets to meet Eddie's friends, a few guys that are also in a band with him, all of Eddie's sheepies.

Omg, imagine one of the hellfire guys is a Omega and Steve is going insane(/neg) about it, he low-key wants to murder the other guy, but knows the dude is like Eddie's brother (even if his instincts disagree), so Steve calms himself down by breaking into Eddie's trailer and Scenting every piece of fabric he can get his hands on, but he gets so engrossed in his task that he misses when Eddie gets home, only to find Steve, on his floor rubbing his clothes to the Omega's scent glands, Eddie is both endeared and horny about it.

Eddie's entire room now smells like a mix of both of their scents and a bit like Omega Slick, Steve clearly enjoying his task, even if he's not bothering to stop.

So once Steve finally realizes Eddie is there, he immediately gets upset bc Eddie smells like another Omega, and Steve hates that, Eddie is HIS Alpha, and his inner Omega is in so much distress he actually says some of it out loud, so Eddie of course does the only reasonable thing and allows himself to be thoroughly scented by Steve.

And maybe that's when they start courting, and Steve is overjoyed, so much so that he immediately starts getting making bold, visible claims over Eddie so everyone else gets discouraged.

(Maybe the next day Eddie tells the corroded coffin guys like "isn't Stevie the cutest 🥰🥰" while the band is like "😰😰 Eddie no"

From then on Cc fears Steve just a bit)

After he begins hanging out with Eddie and friends Steve is clearly happier than ever, and it's around this time when a bunch of middle schoolers (one of them was even his ex's little brother, life is so weird....) get attached to Steve.

Steve's Omega is thrilled to have so many pups around him. And soon begin the jokes about Steve and Eddie being the pups parents, which are doing nothing for his obsession, if anything, it's making it worse.

(This is just like, a piece of info that occurred to me later on, and I was like. This isn't going to be knowledge for the characters, this is for my own need to know™ but I think the Dark Omegas! Psychological response is basically an attachment to the first alpha they "imprint" during isolation sickness, a moment when they feel extremely vulnerable and could literally die.

So imagine, isolation sickness is something that can happen to anyone, but most of the time it happens to omegas, who don't realize they have it because it's not a widely spread knowledge, most of the time it gets misdiagnosed as something different.

And most of the Omegas who suffer from it commit suicide out of sheer despair or just pass away from the sickness.

Most alphas find easy cures because their society favors them, while Betas don't have that much propensity to it.

So imagine Steve is the Omega son of a beta pair, so when he asked for affection his parents told him he was being too needy and annoying, so Steve found affection somewhere else in the form of Tommy and Carol, and then all the girls he dated, until he presented while dating Nancy Wheeler, his first love who dumped him not long after.

And now Steve is completely alone, his parents are on a vacation on god-knows-where, Tommy and Carol left soon after Nancy disapproved of them, and Nancy had left him for a different Omega.

Hence the isolation sickness.)

And idk, I've been brainstorming this thing for like 2 weeks now, and I'm getting sick of looking at it, so I hope you enjoy it.

I support omega rights, but more importantly, I support omega wrongs🥰 Steve should get his alpha, no matter the cost to anyone else!

[hotchocolatefanfics]

I’m just gonna rant about Red for a moment here because I feel like it.

I don’t know anything about mental health disorders but I have noticed a lot of Red’s personality traits that we see in Revelations (especially) and (a little bit) in War are similar to Antisocial Personality Disorder (manipulative, aggression, hostility) and some of the things he has done in Revelations (such as going after Cornelia and threatening the midwives with a gun) could be described as ‘lack of restraint, impulsive, risk taking’ which are also signs of ASPD.

This does NOT necessarily mean Red has Anti Social Personality Disorder, I’m just saying there are similarities with his behavior and personality with the disorder.

Whether he has a disorder or not though, Red’s hatred of Caesar and his rule seems to run deep. It bothers me that we do not know anything about Red’s life prior or during the events of Dawn, especially because him wanting to overthrow Caesar in Revelations and later joining the AO army as a donkey doesn’t seem like just anger over Koba’s death (why the heck did he follow him in the first place?).

I think it’s reasonable to say that Red is likely a teenager in Revelations (maybe he, like Blue Eyes, Ash and Lake, was born sometime after Rise-like first generation of apes born after their liberation) so some of his thinking might be attributed to that but mainly it might mean his childhood was rough (Caesar’s Story also hinted at mortality rates in the early years of their freedom weren’t great: deaths in childbirth, illness, cold weather, etc).

It just seems to me that Red‘a hate for Caesar and (possibly) the other apes is much more personal than Koba’s death. My headcanon for Red is basically:

- Something or a series of events happened in Red’s childhood that made him feel rejected by the colony (not necessarily by fault of Caesar and others! Like maybe he lost someone close to him to a human (which could explain his preference to Koba’s rule over Caesar’s), or Red was in a situation where he needed help but no one knew or how to help him (such as if he was abused by a parent or orphaned at a young age) and he felt abandoned by them).

- If humans did have something to do with Red’s life before War, it likely would have involved his parents. Maybe his parents were abused by humans and thus taught Red to hate and fear them, or maybe one or both parents were actually killed by humans sometime between Rise and Dawn.

Another thing I notice is Red never interacts with Blue Eyes or Lake in either Revelations or in War but he does with Winter and Grey (in Revelations).

This may not mean anything but it makes me wonder what Red’s social life was like before he turned on the apes. I think it’s safe to say he and Winter had an ok relationship before that but did he have any friends his own age? He kind of seems like a loner to me.

What is also odd to me is, despite being a gorilla, Red prefers manipulation and underhanded tactics (in Revelations) as opposed to physical violence (of course he is capable of it).

This is where his age comes into play here, his ‘beating around the bush’ in the beginning of Revelations could have been Red trying to overthrow Caesar without actual confrontation and hoping the humans did that for him But it still doesn’t explain his willingness to manipulate Grey and Winter into trying to kill Cornelia, make Grey the leader, and take the colony somewhere else.

But then here’s the funny thing about Red, despite all that he is also shown to be redeemable when he saved Caesar at the end of War (which also resulted in his own death).

The look on his face as he watched the apes get shot at too!

It makes me wonder if when Red manipulated Winter into telling him where Caesar was in the beginning, if he was also attempting to save his life (given that Red and the other turncoat apes joined the AO soldiers to survive). This can’t really be confirmed though since we didn’t actually this conversation.

TLDR: Red is an under-rated and complex gorilla and I love him so much for it!

Feel free to share your own thoughts! 🦍

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 19. Gherkin (*)

A lesson in sexual terminology by none other than the esteemed professor Sharp.

chapter specific tags: 18+!, explicit, established relationship, unhinged attempts at humour

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

a/n: this fic is completely deranged, but I hope it'll be fun to read 😅

(FULL PICTURE UNDER THE CUT)

19. Gherkin (1.2k) (*)

tw: explicit, handjob, mentions of menstruation, like a dozen different words for a penis and a few for a vagina, author proving her sanity went bye bye ages ago, age difference (reader is an adult)

“Hmm… you know you don’t have to do this, right?” The potions master asked, even as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and over his brow. He was breathing hard, his lips occasionally letting a lone groan or a grunt escape as you languidly stroked his stiff length. “Despite what you may t-think,” he carried on talking, “I am actually capable of restraining myself and waiting for a few days. I know I haven’t shown you much restraint in the past few months, but- hngh!” Your hand squeezing at his weeping tip shut him up effectively.

“Actually,” you said teasingly, “I think I’m rather enjoying myself. I like to watch you…” You were on your lady week, and while you very much craved more than to just watch him slowly falling apart under your hands, you were quite shy about proposing to make love anyway. You weren’t even sure if he’d want to in your current state…

So, here you were, shimmying where you lay next to him on the bed, as the mere sight of him in his state of undress and arousal was making you very hungry for him. Coupled with his sighs of pleasure, the throbbing of his shaft, and his head dropping against the pillows every now and then, you really couldn’t wait for the week to be over. The overall frustration from the situation made you actually bolder, and you leaned to whisper in his ear: “Do you like it?”

He gave a breathless chuckle but did not answer. “Do you like it when I stroke your fiddle?” you asked again. This gave him a stop and the potions master opened his eyes to look at you. Suddenly, he snorted with laughter: “My what?!” You already felt blood rush into your cheeks in embarrassment. “What? It’s an acceptable word for a penis, isn’t it?” you defended, your hand stopping its movements.

“Oh, it is, certainly,” he tried to placate you, even as his chuckles still shook through his body, “I just… I wasn’t exactly expecting my prick to be called a fiddle.” He giggled anew. Your hand returned to his still hard organ, now only teasing it with the fingertips. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” you then said, more gently, “you know how little are things like these talked about among muggles? I’m fairly certain that was I to mention the fact that I know that there are penises and vaginas to my mother, she would faint…” “Not a good time to talk about family members, dear,” Aesop said wryly, raising himself up on his elbows to be able to look at you better. “Sorry,” you grimaced.

“Do you feel uncomfortable saying or hearing the usual words? Cock, prick, member, manhood, shaft, etcetera?” he asked then, somehow able to focus on her despite being pleasured again. “I don’t mind hearing them. Saying them, though, I-...” you tried to say, but found yourself blushing further.

You were feeling rather like a fool. Here you were, stroking his erect manhood, yet feeling shy to say the word ‘cock’ out loud. “It’s alright,” he promised, “if you grew up in an environment where you were punished for every word considered bad, I can see the apprehension. Mind, even in the wizarding world, most of these words are unfit for a regular friendly conversation, or, Merlin forbid, small talk. Cunt, cunny, quim, all normal words, perfectly acceptable during sex. But if you feel uncomfortable saying them, I’ll gladly handle my knob being called a ‘fiddle’.”

You grinned bashfully, but once more took hold of him firmly, and pumped him rhythmically. His upper body once more descended upon the bed, and his voice began pouring out sweet sounds of pleasure again. “Some words are easier,” you mused, “manhood, shaft, erection… are there any other words I might be more comfortable using?” Aesop grinned, his eyes closed: “Nearly everything can be implied to be a cock. Long and phallic objects most easily - flagpole, stick, stake, staff, even wand. ‘Polishing one’s wand’ has different meanings depending on the context,” he chuckled again, the sound turning into a small moan as a drop of clear fluid wept out of his tip and rolled down the hot organ.

“A c-cabaret in Knockturn Alley has a catchy motto; ‘Pay a Sickle, See a Pickle’,” he continued nevertheless and was glad to hear his sweetheart laugh quietly. “So vegetable is on the table too? Courgette, aubergine, gherkin?” you offered, prompting another choked chuckle from him: “Personally, I never heard any man refer to his family jewel as a gherkin, and I’d like to ask you not to do so either. My male vanity makes me want to defend myself that I’m bigger than any small sour cucumber.” 

“They’re delicious though,” you teased still, your hand moving faster, “though was I to choose, I know exactly what I’d rather have in my mouth…”

“Ooh, see now that’s better,” he said, his breathing becoming more and more laboured as your hand was inching him closer and closer toward his release. It was obvious he didn’t expect you to actually climb down his body and let your mouth join in on the fun.

The professor released a loud moan and his eyes snapped open. He started down at you with open mouth, and gave a full body tremble when you sucked on the now continuously leaking tip: “Oh, f-fuck, sweetheart…” His hand came down to stroke at your hair gently, neither pushing nor pulling you. You would’ve smiled at your lover was your mouth not entirely too full. Instead, you doubled your efforts, tugging at his root and gliding your tongue over his glans in intricate patterns, feeling your own womanhood pulsing as you listened to his delicious moans. 

Your other hand came down to knead at his heavy testicles, and the professor was a goner.

“Mhm, fuck! Oh, (F/N)!” his body tensed up, his back arched, his head craned back and his lips opened to release a long moan just as he spilt into your waiting mouth. You swallowed the bittersweet proof of his pleasure, stroking him through the release, sighing through your own arousal and satisfaction to have brought him to his peak like so.

You only released him after he began to soften inside your mouth, and you kissed your way back up his relaxed body. “I was right,” you then said happily after you reached his neck, placing kisses and small love bites there. Aesop was still slightly out of it, and only managed to reply with a small slurred ‘Mm?’.

“Much better than any sour gherkin,” you chirped nonchalantly, before kissing him on the mouth, making him taste himself upon your lips. However, His laughter soon broke the kiss. You released a squeal as he suddenly flipped you on the bed and pinned you down with his body.

“You, my dear, are absolutely incorrigible. And that’s me saying that. I’ll make you scream when I’m able to get my hands on you,” he said, his voice low and playful, making your cheeks flush and heart race, “can’t wait to get my mouth on your lovely little honeypot.”

It was your turn to laugh: “Honeypot?! Really?” 

“Oi, you started it!” Aesop said giddily, as he rolled you around the bed some more, the two of you descending into a fit of carefree laughter.

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Thank you for reading! This happens to be one of my favourite illustrations I did for Sharpuary 😅

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Catradora fan here but I wanted to ask if you think it would've ever been possible for catradora to be done well by the show? It's obviously not a perfect ship but I wanted to know if you thought it had any potential at any point as a viable ship or not? /genq

first off, props to you for being respectful and open to different opinions! it's the bare minimum but not a lot of c//a shippers do that, so i really appreciate it.

secondly, yes. i think the ship did have some potential and there were definitely ways to make it less toxic (and not incestuous) so let me just go through a few things i would change if i were to rewrite this ship:

1. catra and adora would not be raised by the same parent or portrayed with a sibling dynamic. instead they're just close friends, and shadow weaver would be either catra's or adora's adoptive parent. i personally think it would be interesting if shadow weaver was catra's adoptive mother, and hordak was adora's father figure.

going on a tangent here, there's a bunch of reasons why this would be a good choice. one, apparently in the 80s she-ra, hordak was like a father figure to adora, since he's the one who found her and brought her to the horde. the latter is also the case in the reboot so they really could have given us an interesting father-daughter dynamic with these characters.

two, it would create an actual connection between hordak and adora. in the show, we barely see them interact at all, despite them being enemies. it was always adora vs catra, and not adora vs the horde (and hordak). hordak doesn't even have to be abusive or toxic towards adora, in fact, it would help a lot with his redemption if he was actually a decent parent. teaching adora wrong morals, of course, but ultimately caring about her. it would also increase the emotional impact when adora leaves the horde, because she would be cutting ties with a person who genuinely loved her, despite being an evil warlord.

2. catra would show some restraint when fighting adora. the thing that most stuck out to me in spop was how remorseless catra was when fighting adora. it's not even that she's fighting to win or because she had to, she just liked seeing adora in pain. there's no coming back from that.

so i would write catra to be a little more compassionate and not hurt adora more than necessary. i would also add in parts where she's shown to care about adora, despite being on opposite sides. catra wouldn't brainwash adora and revel in seeing her go beserk, or try to gaslight her into staying, and for most part, she would try to avoid a fight with adora.

this would help the story stay true to the “i always loved you” dialogue, because it shows that catra cares about adora deeply, instead of telling us. what spop did was show us catra hurting adora over and over again with zero guilt or remorse, and then have other characters talk about how much catra loves adora or how perfect their chemistry is. not convincing in the slightest.

3. catra's redemption is more detailed and starts earlier, preferably in s4, after the portal incident and angella's death. this goes without saying because her redemption was the worst part of c//a. instead of having her do one good thing and slapping the good guy label onto her, i would show her actually facing consequences of her actions and trying to do better.

the characters wouldn't just gloss over catra's actions but would instead hold her accountable. and she would actually work on her toxicity instead of just saying “sorry i got angry, i'm working on it” and then proceeding to not work on it. i would only get them together after catra is at least 90% redeemed and in a healthier mindset to be in a relationship.

4. adora's arc would get more focus and a satisfying conclusion. in s5, adora's search for her origin and identity is abandoned in favor of c//a. this is so disappointing and just shows that the writers could not give two fucks about adora, the main character. so yeah, while c//a would still get its moments, i would not sacrifice adora's development or arc for it.

5. c//a would not be the “heart and soul” of the show. one of the many things i hated about s5 was how everything revolved around c//a.

glimmer and bow were reduced to the wingmen and paired spares, none of the other characters mattered, angella was completely forgotten, hordak didn't get enough screentime, and horde prime was a weak and badly written villain. all of this was because the creators focused too much on c//a (and even then, failed to make it romantic or appealing). so yeah, while i would still write c//a as a canon ship, i wouldn't sacrifice everything else just for this ship.

thank you for your ask, this is something i've wanted to talk about for a while now!

[horizon-verizon]

https://www.tumblr.com/evebestthinker/751366825102770176/the-way-he-looks-at-her-as-if-no-one-else?source=share

It's funny that their relationship is so romanticized. Whether by showrunners or even people in general.

Corlys and Rhaenys in the original material have a bigger age difference than Daemyra, yet no one talks about grooming.

Rhaenys, from what I remember, certainly chose Corlys, but Rhaenyra also chose Daemon and everyone prefers to say that she was groomed to want her sexy old uncle... 🙄

The fact is that, apart from this age difference, Corlys only wanted Rhaenys to be queen for her own person and the name of her house, let's be realistic. And in Fire and Blood, it was actually Laenor and not Rhaenys who was actually proposed to the throne with Viserys.

Unlike Daemon, Corlys has also always shown a genuine interest in the throne, whether in HOTD or Fire and Blood. This guy fights for power and always goes against his wife's wishes in general.

Yet they are supposedly a great relationship ? A great marriage of love ? A couple goal ? People's double standards are astounding to me.

I will add that Corlys, aged 60 in Fire and Blood, is having sex, from what I remember, with a girl under 16 or in that age range it seems to me. In any case, a close age that Rhaenys was when he married her at the time, showing that he has a type of age range for women, unlike Daemon who in Fire and Blood was with women of varying ages.

So basically the directors of HOTD said to themselves that Corlys and Rhaenys would make a superb love story ? WTF seriously ? They keep talking about Daemyra's age difference but obviously it's only a problem when it's them and not the others.

Actually, what I'm trying to say is that... most of the criticisms leveled at Daemon : Bad father, bad husbands, way too old for his ultimate wife, power-hungry, throne-seeking, loving the girls are rather young... Well it's actually Corlys who ticks all the boxes. Show and or Book.

Disclaimer: This is to note the discrepancy that fandom does when it tries to bring up age differences, how biased people are towards Daemon. You can look to la-pheacienne's notes about GRRM and age differences HERE, where we talk abt Doylist vs Watsonian readings of GRRM's storytelling and over age diff creepiness vs what story the dude is telling in-world.

It mimics how people will say "Targs are colonizers" and then they ignore what the Westerosi did to the giants and twstsote/children of the forest. There's a clear bias and lack of reading being done, because yeah I agree. Like, Corlys is an impressive man, but that has little to do with this conversation topic. (For all who don't know, Corlys was 37 when 16-yr old Rhaenys chose him as her husband; Rhaenyra was born in 97, Daemon in 81; RhaneysxCorlys has a 21 diff, Daemyra has a 16 diff)

In the show, it makes way less sense as to why Rhaenys & Corlys are together. I did a TikTok abt it, but here it is:

Rhaenys has constantly said that she considers a "good" leader AND [good] person to be one who goes out of their way to avoid violence, war, or great conflicts. Someone who takes measures to make sure their own actions do not lead to conflicts that may hurt even more than themselves. Even at the cost of one's own political advantages. She values what HotD has implied is "self-restraint" & defends Rhaenyra from Corlys' saying everything is her fault [specifically by reasoning that out of all the men who are there, Rhaenyra is the one who is trying to not go to war or any battle]. She is also supposed to care very much for her daughter, Laena, and her own grandchildren through her. Supposedly above Corlys' interests (episodes 6-7). Compare this to Corlys' self-interest evidenced by his pushing for a Velaryon-marriage through his 12 year old daughter & keeping Lucerys as his heir DESPITE the would-have-been-clear discontent from Vaemond abt the Driftmark succession PLUS how the Velaryon boys wete not his grandkids biologically AND Rhaenys advis[ing] him to name [their] granddaughters instead. With every value and action these two take for & against their family and against the other's desires….For what the HotD writers & whoever responsible wrote for these two…. Why do we believe that this ship is one of the best ones --or even makes logical sense-- to earn the reputation of being one of the best during this part of ASoIaF history?! The [show]relationship doesn't stand up on its own without the looks & performances of its actors. It also gets away with the nonsensical dynamic in two other things:

the constant defense of "two canons"

the many time jumps that remove any possibility for us or the writers to show us how these two actually like each other & continue to like each other

Once again, Daemon was never a good person, but he is also not what is depicted in HotD and grooming does not = DV. they are not the same, thus you do not have to include DV with grooming by saying it "eventually" happens with groomers. Espe when GRRM has a track record for just stating abuse when it happens (Jaehaerys with Alysanne, her pushed to keep giving birth; Robert Baratheon with Cersei):

[iaus]

⭐ actually I was gonna wait till I had a specific scene but I don’t have that restraint talk abt what ever u want. Don’t think I’m not coming back for a real scene dissection tho

the way i was like. the scene i want to go over for darling hasn't been published yet. who's gonna get that slacker. it's me. i'm the slacker.

anyway. you know what we're gonna do?

i'm gonna hurt my own feelings.

it's ruben time.

okay so. to preface this: i waffled over this scene for a long time. i knew that i wanted jace to have this weird chance encounter with someone. i entertained like. multiple characters.

the first iteration of the grocery scene was going to have jace running into yolanda and have him ponder if he actually felt guilt over what happened to her. and he was just going to kind of wander the store watching her from the corner of his eye with her never being aware of it. then the next version was him actually talking to her- her not being sure why he's being so cagey to kind of hammer home the idea of no one knows you were involved. no one cares. and further isolate jace. but then i didn't really like that idea. i thought it made yolanda too unaware which did not feel fair to her.

so then i thought. well. maybe one of the bad kids? (fun fact, the first draft originally had jace have a freakout that a van that passed him while he was walking home was gorgug's van. it didn't feel... appropriate for the tone.)

i entertained the thought of fig for a little bit. but that didn't seem right. i thought maybe even gorgug would be a potential interesting encounter since he has all these (rightfully) negative memories of porter which could have been interesting. to have jace kind of grapple with the fact that he is remembering porter so fondly, is yearning for him and then he's faced with a student that porter abused quite honestly. though. i think that might have been a much more upsetting scene because i straight up think epilogue jace would have been like. no. you deserved it. you deserved that push. you got what you wanted right? (which... i still have really complicated feelings on how gorgug's situation was handled in the season. but. i digress.)

but then. as i finally sat down to write the scene i realized.

there was a perfect character to fit into this. there's someone who was both there for everything that happened, who knows what jace did. but who also... in a sense wasn't. so the idea of ruben this kid who is shown at the end as sweet and soft-spoken who asks about his puka shells first thing... it fit AND here's another character who ankarna has resurrected! so.

first things first.

jace is 100% at a whole foods/trader joe's type situation but i could not for the life of me think of a fantasy name for it so i gave up immediately and moved on with my life. little details like this can hold up my writing process so much. but i need it known.

ANYWAY.

i wanna start out with this part:

He looks at Ruben out the corner of his eye—he’s a different person: His hair’s cut, back to its natural curl, and pushed out of his wide eyes; heavy makeup replaced by the tiniest hints of eyeliner and a clear coat of nail polish. He’s wearing floral print and cargo shorts. He doesn’t remember the last time Ruben called him anything but Jace—emphasized with a roll of his eyes and a teenage sneer that had always gotten on Jace’s last nerve.

appearances are huge and this definitely a ruben jace hasn't seen for a long time now. maybe since freshmen year. there's even a difference in how ruben speaks to jace. he calls him mr. stardiamond again. my elaborate headcanon for ruben and jace is that ruben was in jace's freshman common class and he like. attached himself to jace and jace has no idea how it happened.

he'd never admit it but he is somewhat touched by the fact that ruben (at one point) thought of him fondly. so this meeting catches jace off guard not only for the fact that ruben doesn't automatically scream and be like HEY HE'S EVIL but the fact that he is seeing a ruben he associates with as much younger. then we get into jace distancing himself immediately.

he doesn't call ruben by his first name he calls him mr. hopclap. and he is polite. he asks ruben how his summer is even though he's weirded out by the fact that ruben seems happy to see him.

and then ruben tells him:

“Weird,” Ruben’s voice pitches up with excitement, “you heard about all that stuff at the school, yeah?”

which for jace is such a red flag. he's still used to shatterstar ruben who's a little bit more of a shit so this puts him more on edge. we as readers already know about ruben's amnesia, about the fact that he's lost at least a year of his life. which i will cry about if i think too hard.

and we get:

“Well, I don’t remember it much—but my uncle said I was involved? That Mr. Cliffbreaker was?”

jace is finally getting a feel for the situation. that he has knowledge that ruben doesn't. it's not comforting because we then learn he is the reason ruben is here. he saw himself in ruben-- and since he saw himself he saw potential. and jace is absolutely shaken by this.

he thinks ankarna took his magic from him. who's to say she didn't take ruben's memories because it was too painful for him? (i personally see ruben's amnesia as a trauma response but... y'know.)

anyway they talk a bit. ruben is genuinely excited. he is remembering jace as this kind teacher who listened to him in freshman year. he's not assigning the inherent baggage that is now present because he doesn't know about. and... since he is seeing jace as an adult he can trust at this moment.... he opens up to jace when jace honestly isn't even seeing him.

“Mr. Stardiamond… I think I did something really, really bad.”

i think the absolute worst part of writing this scene is that it made me think of a few different kids from my site. i had some kids that really bonded with me and i sort of channeled my interactions with them into this scene.

jace talks about it sort of at a distance in this scene because he can't get too close. ruben reminds him of him. (probably from middle school.) and a part of him does bring ruben up as a candidate to porter because ruben is kind, he's timid. he needs validation. like jace. he is a prime candidate for manipulation... because jace was. so. here's another candidate for the plan.

jace. fails. ruben. before epilogue even starts.

and in this moment jace fails ruben again.

ruben is reaching out to a trusted adult and, in his own way, telling this adult who he has seen as a safe person before...

hey i think i fucked up. can you help me.

and how does jace respond? what advice does jace offer?

“Do you remember it?” Jace keeps his voice quiet. Ruben shakes his head. His eyes fill with tears. “No, but—” “Probably for the best, then.”

even before he tells ankarna take this chance at redemption and shove it. he's already rejected it.

by rejecting ruben.

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I must say, it's pretty poetic that I've gotten to season 6 of Vampire Diaries right before another solar eclipse happens in America. I certainly didn't plan it, but it does feel like my timing is very appropriate with this one. I do have questions about the accuracy of the eclipse portrayal in the show, though. I mean, a solar eclipse did in fact happen on May 10, 1994, and it was visible across much of the country, so that much is accurate. But I don't think Mystic Falls would've had quite as good of a view as they show it having. For reference, here's a map of the May 1994 eclipse path (credit: timeanddate.com):

And, if you'll remember, Mystic Falls is like two hours from my old hometown just a stone's throw north of Lynchburg, Virginia, as seen on the locator spell map (this one's all over tumblr, forgive me for not remembering what blog I grabbed it from):

So if you zoom in on the timeanddate map and pick somewhere closeish to there:

It looks like Mystic Falls would be getting a little over 77% coverage or so. It's also worth noting that the '94 eclipse was an annular eclipse, not a total eclipse like tomorrow's eclipse. That still means that the moon went directly in front of the sun, but it does mean that it was small enough/far enough from earth that you didn't quite get full coverage of the sun (thanks to weather.gov for the nifty graphic):

So, I'm not positive whether it would've looked quite as dark as was shown in the show:

Although, I must admit, in this video I found on youtube of the '94 eclipse, (part of me is shocked to find footage from then but I know I shouldn't be like yes they had cameras in the 90s) it actually looks more similar than I expected it to look, but I imagine it was most likely filmed within the path of totality:

But also, when Kai takes Bonnie to Portland, don't they see the eclipse again there? I couldn't find that clip on youtube just now, but Portland barely had any eclipse--only 42-43% coverage, so it would've been way milder of a visual effect, barely any dimming in the sky noticeable without eclipse glasses.

The funny thing is, the area where I live is going to be sitting right around 80% coverage tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get to travel to Missouri for the 2017 eclipse to get into the path of totality, but I'm afraid that it hasn't worked out for me to do so this year, which is immensely disappointing to me as an astronomy enjoyer, but I do still plan to go to an eclipse party and I'm going to start saving to try and get to Spain for the next total eclipse in 2026, which is going to be right around my 30th birthday (screaming). Anyways, it isn't great, but here's my best picture from the '17 eclipse:

I didn't even have a smartphone yet then, because despite it being 2017, I was somewhat of a luddite, so I had the purple flip phone I so stubbornly clung to and a point-and-click Nikon, but I still think this picture is pretty cool for what it is. Here's the zoom in so you can really see that ring of fire (and my shaking hands doubling the image):

Obviously you can find thousands of better eclipse pictures online, but that one's still special to me because it's mine. Anyways, I'll report back with smart phone pictures from whatever I see of the 80% total eclipse tomorrow to compare and contrast with Mystic Falls's 70% annular eclipse of the 90s, because from what I've heard it's going to be much less impressive than full totality was, but I've yet to watch a partial solar eclipse, so I'll just have to find out. Also, if you happen to have any vampiric loved ones trapped in a magical prison dimension who you need help freeing during the eclipse tomorrow, let me know and I'll see what I can do! ;) Hahaha. Anyways, happy eclipse everyone, and may we all possess sufficient self restraint to avoid eye damage (says the woman who has looked at the sun unprotected so many times and is probably going to go blind because of it some day. I know what I've done lol. Don't be me.)

[bexorok]

Poorly written Sonic Movie 3 pitch/outline

I’ve never really written anything in a script format, but I had so many thoughts about the next movie that I had to write them out otherwise my brain would actually explode. I’m kind of bouncing around with scenes I think should be in the movie as well as character introductions. Hope people find some enjoyment out of these!

This is the first couple of scenes I wrote out. I also had a little blurb about the opening credits, but it’s kind of just what the rumored trailer for Sonic 3 reviled at cinamacon was, so there’s not much point of it. Basically, Robotnik now looks like his original game design, and that’s all you really need to know

Introduction Scene

interior, prison island

Sirens are blaring and red lights are going off. We see automated doors closing, followed by an explosion. When the smoke settles, we see Stone and Robotnik together in a walking mech, destroying all doors that close in front of them. Military robots fight back but can do nothing against him.

They enter a final room at the end of the corridor. Inside we see a capsule that’s completely sealed.

Robotnik: We've hit the jackpot, Stone! Right inside this capsule is the key to ultimate power, and finally destroying that pesky hedgehog and his friends once and for all! I will finally have the power to rule over this world, and even more!

(Insert gay pining from Stone, we all know it’s canon)

Robotnik instructs Stone to search the files for the password to enter. He scrolls through the data for a moment before he comes across something.

Stone: M-A-R-I-A … really? A 5 letter password is protecting the key to ultimate power?

Robotnik: Remember Stone, this dusty bucket of bolts is over 50 years old. They were simpler times. Password decoders weren’t even invented, and our current program probably wouldn’t run on this hunk of junk.

He pauses a moment, seemingly thinking back.

Robotnik: Maria, huh? Haven’t heard that name in a long, long time. Still, I wouldn’t have thought of my grandfather as the sentimental type.

He walks over and types in the password. The capsule opens with a cloud of smoke, and an orange light reveals a figure not unlike Sonic’s. His eyes open and glow red as the restraints around him detach.

Robotnik and Stone stare in awe as he steps out. He kneels to the ground on one knee.

Shadow: I am Shadow, the ultimate lifeform, created by doctor Gerald Robotnik. You have awakened me, which can only mean you seek the ultimate power.

Robotnik yells in exasperation: Yes! Finally, a creature who knows its master! Welcome to the team, Shadow the hedgehog

The camera zooms back, revealing prison island, going further until it shows the entire earth, zooming further to reveal space colony ARK. The rendition of “live and learn” from the original trailer plays as the logo for the movie is finally revealed, with ARK shown just underneath.

Cut to an overview of Green Hills, where we see the blur of sonic, quickly followed by tails and knuckles, all laughing and whooping. They go through the forests and mountains of Green Hills, eventually getting to the peak of a mountain top, where Sonic jumps off and is caught by tails. Knuckles follows, gliding next to them. They fly over a house, where we hear Tom shout to them.

Tom: Dinner is ready! Get here quick, before all the burgers and hotdogs are gone!

They all fly down, landing in the backyard, where Tom has the grill set up. At a table nearby, we see Maddie, Rachel, Randel, JoJo, and Ozzy sitting down. Tails quickly flies to a tree house connected to the garage.

Tails: Just have to grab something!

Knuckles steps to the side of the yard, opening what looks like a cellar door.

Knuckles: I will join you all in a moment. I must double check the emeralds status.

Tails flies back from a window in the tree house, carrying with him a gadget.

Tails: It's fine, Knux, we would have gotten an alert if anything happened to the emerald.

Knuckles: Fox, I trust nothing but my own eyes to confirm if the emerald is safe or not.

He opens the doors and goes down a dark flight of stairs.

Maddie: Let him go sweetie, you know how he gets when he’s away from the emerald too long.

Tom: Sonic, do you mind getting the plates from the kitchen?

In a flash, sonic runs inside the house and back again, setting a plate in front of each person at the table.

Tom: Thanks pal!

Maddie nudges Rachel, nodding her head.

Rachel: Alright, I’ll admit it, the weird little alien things are starting to grow on me, especially considering how much JoJo likes spending time with them. But I still don’t know if I want to move to this town.

Sonic: aw, come on, Green Hills is the best town ever! Pulse as long as we're here, it’ll be the safest town ever.

Tails: That's right! We’re patrolling every day, looking for signs of danger! And for the chaos emeralds, of course.

JoJo: Oh yeah, have you guys found any yet?

Tails: (laughs awkwardly) well, not yet. But as soon as I’m done with my tracking device, we’ll be able to use it to hunt them down!

He shows them the device in his hands. It has a radar map on it with a single, large blinking light next to the yard.

Tails: right now it can only detect the master emerald, but once we find a chaos emerald, I can use its energy frequency to find other similar frequencies.

JoJo: Wow! That’s so cool! Mom, can I help them look for the emeralds too?

Rachel: Woah, woah, woah. No way young lady, I can not have you running around the world, you’re still just a kid.

JoJo: but mom! Tails is, like, 8! I’m two whole years older than him! Why can’t I go on cool adventures?

Randal: because, you’re still a *human* kid. You can get hurt a lot more easily than these guys can.

Rachel: hold up, do you mean to tell me that that little scientist who makes bombs and guns is only 8?

Maddie: We were surprised too. You’d have no idea any of these guys were so young if you didn’t ask.

Sonic: mom! We aren’t that young! I’m 14 now, I’m basically a grown up.

Maddie: Okay, Mr. grown up. But most grown ups don’t like getting tucked into bed every night.

Sonic: MOM!

Everyone at the table laughs, and Tom comes to the table with a plate of hot dogs and burger patties. Maddie looks over at Tails, who is still tweaking with his tracker.

Maddie: Miles Prower-Wachowski, what did I say about gizmos at the dinner table?

Tails: oops, sorry mom!

He puts the radar down, where the camera zooms in on the blinking light. We then fade to the room in the cellar. An automated door with an eye scanner blocks the way, and we see Knuckles take the last few steps down the staircase. He approaches the door and puts his eye near the scanner. A red laser appears and scans his eye, confirming his identity and unlocking the door. It opens, and inside the room we see a small shrine (designed after the shrine from sonic adventure 1) and resting on it is the master emerald. Knuckles nods in content.

Knuckles: as long as I am here, no harm will come to the emerald ever again.

[cyclone-rachel]

Alex is alone.

Of course, in the middle of the day the DEO is not empty. There are still agents present, walking through the command center, busy doing research, etcetera.

But none of them are close to Director Danvers, Querl notes as he walks in, toward her. Nobody seems to notice her, standing with her arms resting on the table, her hands fidgeting with something. Nobody sees the look in her eyes, no doubt remembering a time when other people she trusted stood around the table with her.

Querl has studied the records- he knows who else has been here. The former director, J’onn- who she seemed to consider a second father. Her own father, Jeremiah, before she knew who he was truly working alongside. Winn, for a time. Others have come in and out, like her ex-girlfriend Maggie, and even Mon-El and Imra, along with himself before he knew his stay in this century was indefinite. She misses all of them, he’s sure.

But he knows there is one she’s specifically thinking of. One she was supposed to protect, who became her strongest ally when she learned of the organization’s existence. One who she would literally not be here without.

One who, now, has been forced out, though not by any fault of her own.

(“From now on, the DEO will require full transparency from all of its assets”, Haley had said. How much longer until his own identity was under scrutiny as well?)

That, however, was a lower priority. And he would, theoretically, have time to plan for a way around it.

This… he hadn’t calculated. Even when Lockwood was shouting at her, he hadn’t considered it would lead to the President arriving at the DEO, asking that Kara reveal her secret.

And yet that was exactly what had happened.

He didn’t blame Kara for her decision, and he expected Alex didn’t either. It still hurt, however.

So it was with that in mind, that Querl approaches her, and as much as he could say in that moment, nothing seems adequate for the situation.

Instead, he simply places a hand on her shoulder, and she looks at it briefly before gently patting his hand, and letting out a sigh.

“Thanks.” She says.

“Of course.” He answers. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” She tells him. “I tried to prevent it…”

“I know. But…”

Alex lets out a sigh again.

“You probably saw this whole thing coming, didn’t you?”

Her tone is more accusatory, and takes him back- mentally, at least- to a time when she would have never let him put his hand on her shoulder, or get as close to her in any way as they are right now.

“No, actually.” He says. “Not these specific circumstances.”

Alex nods.

“So I guess you don’t know what we should do next.”

“No, that much is clear.” He says. “We keep helping Supergirl, as much as we can. Like you always have.”

She smiles, just a little bit, when she finally turns to look at him.

“Like we have.” She corrects. “That, I can agree with.”

He smiles back, just as briefly, before continuing.

“What is she doing now?”

“She said she was going on vacation, visiting her cousin and Lois Lane on their family farm for the holidays.” Alex answers. “I certainly don’t blame her. If it was me… well, I’d certainly want to take a vacation too, but I don’t think I could have shown that much restraint.”

Restraint is practically second nature for me, he thinks, the inhibitors holding back how strongly he feels about their current predicament, but considers that such a statement would sound like bragging, so he avoids it.

(He also avoids any comments about hopefully getting to meet Superman and his soon-to-be wife, because those would definitely be insensitive in this circumstance.)

“Me neither.” He says, attempting to reassure her. “Then I suppose we should plan for what may happen when she returns- Agent Liberty getting out of prison, if the protesters on television have their way, or any number of new rules Haley could impose on the DEO.”

“Yeah.” Alex answers. “Somewhere other than here, though.”

“In private. Indeed- lead on, Director.”

She looks more confident now, as she begins to stride away, and in what is becoming a habit for them now, he follows soon behind.

“Certainly, Agent Dox.”

[sarcasticlee-afterdark]

A remake cause I just needed to step away for a little while and honestly couldn't resist the pull to come back. I'm slowly remaking everything on my main blog and here as well.

THIS IS A 21+ BLOG!!!

MINORS / AGELESS / BLANK BLOGS AND CREEPS WILL BE BLOCKED IMMEDIATELY. DONT TRY ME.

So hi again. I'm Rei. 30 and this is where I share a bit more of my dirty and maybe sometimes depraved thoughts. Fantasies and such. Believe me I feel like I'm on fire almost 24/7 at times. Constantly have something brewing in the back of my brain. If it's dominant or submissive who knows until I spit it out.

Though I do enjoy writing, some writing won't be shown due to personal ties. But ones I feel that can definitely fall under more neutral area will definitely be shared.

JUST BECAUSE THE WRITING MAY NOT EXPLICITLY TALK CONSENT, IT IS ALWAYS INFERRED. KINK SAFELY FOLKS!! LIMITS, BOUNDARIES, SAFE WORDS ALWAYS IN PLAY!! ALSO DONT TRY TALKING TO ME LIKE IN MY STORIES! NOT HAPPENING.

I will make sure to add what each writing contains alongside word count. Will also try to tag my writing appropriately but I will be using "k!nk". So if you're not interested in something feel free to blacklist it but I'm not censoring stuff.

A list of my kinks in no particular order:

- Orgasm Control (denial/forced/multiple/extended)

- Overstimulation

- CONSENSUAL Non Con (SAFEWORD ALWAYS IN PLAY)

- Body Worship

- Bondage (both restraints and physically pinned)

- Dom/Sub (power play)

- Pred/Prey

- Marking/Biting

- Size/Strength

- Hand/Voice

- Sensory Deprivation (vocal [hand over mouth, can't do gags unless they're easy on my jaw] and sight [gimme that blindfold])

- Bratting

- Mild objectification / dehumanization (toy, prey, meal/snack)

- Monster (?) (slime and tentacle)

- Soft Praise (with gentle coaxing)

- Begging

- Desk pet (purely from the submissive side)

Will add more if I can remember any of the others. There's a few.

Hard Lines (absolutely NOT happening and are even distressing, will include no go spots)

- Detrans

- bodily fluids (piss/vomit/blood/spit)

- chest/ass (please don't...I will actually have a panic attack)

- dacryphilia

- impact/pain play

- breath play

- feederism

- race play

- dd/lg / mommy

- knife play

- Baby talk

Will add more

Some tags I will use:

#its a lemon rei and #rei writes a fantasy (my writing)

#messy 🦋 thoughts (subby thoughts)

#🦋 personal (personal stuff that I'm willing to share, mostly after getting off)

#under the 🦋 (dominant thoughts)

#🦋 on fire (depraved thoughts)

#soft 🦋 thoughts (soft melty thoughts)

#and so the 🦋 teases (when I want to flip the script or tease a certain person 👀)

#mine...my subby boy 😤 (directed at a certain subby boi)

#rei does an art (art stuff)

I will add more later as things progress.

[whump-me]

Martyr, Chapter 9: True Believers

Chapter 9 of Martyr, a novel-length sci-fi whump story about a captured Martian rebel with a secret and the renowned interrogator who has waited a decade for the chance to break him. This series is best read in order. Masterpost here.

Contains: defiant whumpee, cold whumper, restraints, interrogation, verbal sparring, war crimes mentions

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Wraith

Isadora paused to draw in a long breath, then another. She sounded like she was breathing through a straw all of a sudden. Huh. Now that was interesting. She looked like she was actually having trouble getting herself to talk.

She was probably faking, of course. Isadora Pope didn’t have feelings, let alone show them to a prisoner. No, she just wanted him to think they were here to bare their souls to one another—as if they were two old friends sitting on a park bench late at night, staring up at the dome, sharing a bottle of something bitter and strong between them. As if anything could make him forget where he was.

On the other hand, she did have feelings—he had firsthand evidence of that. Firsthand, literally—his right one, the one she had kicked when she had lost control.

He leaned in attentively as she took another delaying breath. Whether she was faking or not, this was going to be interesting.

“I was a young soldier back then,” she said. “Earth was my first assignment. I drew the short straw—I didn’t want to be here. No one did. I wanted to make a difference by fighting the rebels in Russia who were burning their own cities to spite the Unified Earth forces—not babysit a bunch of factory workers.”

Babysitting. Was that what they called it? The only thing that stopped Wraith from tightening his hands into fists was that he knew exactly how much pain it would cause him. Instead, he tightened his jaw until he could practically hear the bones straining against each other.

“It was sheer dumb luck that I wasn’t in the right dome when it happened,” she said. “My commanding officer sent me to deliver a message halfway across the planet—or at least it seemed that way to me that day. I resented being used as a messenger. If there’s one job that feels more useless than guarding a factory door, it’s running a message clear across to the next dome like a cheap drone. So I went as slowly as I could. I suppose I thought I was making a point. I missed the train back, and to take the next one. It was halfway to the dome when it exploded.”

She swallowed. Her neck was tight. She didn’t look like Isadora Pope just then. She certainly didn’t look like a statue or a goddess. She looked… human. Like anyone who had seen too much—and that was everyone Wraith knew, these days. It made the lines of her face looked uncomfortably familiar.

It was an act.

“From where I was sitting, I had a great view,” she said, her voice bitter and raw where she had shown nothing but ice and stone before. An act. It had to be. “I saw buildings fly apart. I saw… people. Or at least pieces of them. I even thought I saw my commanding officer, but it was probably my imagination. It wasn’t like there was much to recognize. He was missing half his face.”

Wraith shook his head slowly. “Is this supposed to make me feel sorry for you? Because even if I believed this little sob story of yours, which I don’t, you’d have to do a lot better than that. You want war stories? I’ve got all kinds I could tell you. Like the time you murdered an old man for hanging anti-Earth posters in the tunnels. We took out the soldiers who did it. And by we, I mean I. I took care of both of them personally. Dropped them on your doorstep after.” He gave Isadora a jagged grin. “And in retaliation, Special Security killed everyone the man had been in contact with for the past six months, and all their families with them. You were in charge by then, weren’t you? You were the one who ordered it. So if you want to trade stories, be prepared to come up with a decade’s worth.”

“They sent me back to Earth,” said Isadora. “They said I needed to recuperate. Get therapy. No doubt rot away in some desk job for the rest of my life. I let them send me back, because when you’re a soldier, you do what you’re told. I took the six months. I did all the therapy, aced it with flying colors, until I had my clean bill of health in hand. And then…”

“And then you did what a soldier isn’t supposed to do,” Wraith guessed. “You objected to your orders. You asked to be sent back here, and then you asked again, and again, until they put you on a ship just to be rid of you. Can’t say I blame them.” He shook his head. “This place almost killed you. It’s only dumb luck that kept you alive. And practically the first thing you did was demand to come back. You’re one to talk about people who have more anger than sense.”

But he frowned, because while a mission of revenge made sense, it didn’t fit what he knew about Isadora Pope. Then again, all he knew came from her former prisoners, which meant they hadn’t been in much of a state to give reliable testimony. But in the short time he’d known Isadora personally, she hadn’t struck him as the vengeful type.

For all her talk of his crimes, for all she must have spent the past ten years wishing death on the leader of the rebellion, she hadn’t shown even the slightest temptation to vent a decade’s worth of anger on him. Not like that guard from his first day here. She had been coldly professional, even while breaking his fingers. When he had finally made her angry, it didn’t have anything to do with the long list of crimes in his file. It was because he had made her look bad.

Isadora let out a mirthless chuckle. “People like you see everything through the lens of anger, don’t you? You’re animals, letting the heat in your blood drive you this way and that, until it drives you to your own destruction. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t only a problem with your side. Every year, Earth sends me recruits brimming with the desire to avenge those who died. Some of them are very good at their jobs, even fresh out of training. It doesn’t matter—I always send them back. Anger is a dangerous master. Especially when you convince yourself it’s not the one in charge.”

“You missed one,” said Wraith, thinking of the beating he had taken.

“Pardon?”

“One of your vengeance-fueled recruits. He decided to take out his anger on me when I first got here. It’s a good thing his fear of you was stronger, or we might not be having this conversation right now.”

Her eyes flashed. “Don’t change the subject.”

There it was again—that small spark of heat in her cold eyes. He had done it again, poked her ego right in the soft squishy middle, and he hadn’t even really been trying. He smiled at her, just to let her know she had seen. Aloud, he only said, “If you didn’t come back for revenge, then why? I know it wasn’t for the weather.”

She went silent for a moment, and Wraith got the impression she was weighing her words carefully, trying to decide how open to be. That alone was surprising. Hadn’t she come prepared with all the lies she’d need? Was it possible she was actually telling him the truth?

When she spoke, her voice was strangely soft. “Purpose,” she said. “The thing I thought the military would give me. I wanted to be a part of something greater than myself. I want my life to mean something. But there isn’t much meaning in following orders and delivering messages. My therapist used to say sometimes tragedy opens a door in a person’s mind that lets them see what they were born for. In my case, it was true.”

If she hadn’t been Isadora Pope, if he hadn’t known she must be an accomplished liar, he would have thought she was giving him a genuine confession. Hell, he was halfway to believing it, even knowing what he knew. Something about the look in her eyes, the tone of her voice, spoke of an almost painful sincerity. It made him want to trust her, even though he knew there was nothing more dangerous in this world.

“So what’s your purpose, if not revenge?” he asked. “Seems to me there aren’t many other reasons to care so deeply about wiping us out.”

“From the beginning, Earth was careless about Mars. Everyone resented being here, and so no one approached the task of pacifying your planet with the necessary singleness of purpose. Myself included.” She shook her head. A few strands of hair flew across her face. She pushed them out of the way. “My purpose is to change that. I’m here because someone has to care what happens on this planet—care enough to give up everything to make sure what happened ten years ago can never happen again.”

Maybe it was the way her perfectly straight hair grew ever-so-slightly mussed when she shook her head. Or maybe it was how the severe lights overhead reflected off her eyes, which gleamed with raw conviction suddenly, making her look like she was lit from within. Whatever the trigger, another image popped back into his head, overlaid on top of the image of Isadora sitting in front of him. He saw Gabriel, sitting at his desk, his hair like a halo. And just like that, he knew why his gut wanted to trust her.

That conviction in her voice was Gabriel’s conviction. That glow in her eyes, which grew until it seemed to outshine the harsh light from above, was Gabriel’s inner fire. It triggered a reflexive warm glow in him, even though that was the last thing he wanted to feel in Isadora Pope’s presence. And along with that glow, he felt a familiar yearning, a pull just above his belly button—the longing that came from being just outside the circle of light, wanting in.

Wraith wasn’t a true believer. Not like Gabriel. The only inner fire he carried with him was of the type Isadora so reviled. Anger drove him, hot and bright and righteous. But it was not his master. And Gabriel was the reason for that.

It would have mastered him, back in those early days, if he hadn’t had Gabriel by his side. Oh, how he had hated Gabriel’s voice of reason, his soft words and gentle touches that cooled the fire in Wraith’s veins. But it had kept him alive.

He had come to appreciate the deep conviction that drove Gabriel. But he didn’t share it. He was grateful for that. If he believed the way Gabriel did, he would never have been able to do half the things he had done. Gabriel was all heart, and his heart still remembered how to do something other than burn. It was impossible to do what was necessary when you felt everything.

But he understood true believers, even if he wasn’t one of them. Ten years’ worth of late-night conversations with Gabriel would do that. Which meant Isadora had just handed him a powerful key.

He fought to keep himself from grinning like a madman. He didn’t want her to know what she had done. Not just yet.

He knew who Isadora Pope was now. He knew it the way he knew Gabriel—all the way down to his bones. And because he knew Gabriel’s secret wishes and hidden fears and darkest thoughts, it couldn’t be that hard to figure out all those things about Isadora. It was like that stuff in school he had barely paid attention to—given X, solve for Y. Where X was the man he loved, and Y was his worst enemy.

“So you see,” said Isadora, jolting him from his triumphant thoughts, “I understand you better than you think.”

At first, he didn’t understand how she was echoing his own thoughts back to him. But she wasn’t, of course. She thought she had the key to him. That because of who he was, because of his position in the rebellion, he shared those core convictions, that inner fire. Because how could someone lead a rebellion for ten years otherwise? How could he inspire people to follow him?

With any luck, she would never know the truth of that. What he had truly done for the rebellion. How he had ended up where he was.

But her assumptions could serve him well. She wanted him to play Gabriel, did she? He could play Gabriel. There was no one on this planet or any other that he knew better.

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