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Few More Like Her by Unusual_Raccoon

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sadie Adler/Arthur Morgan

Additional Tags: Chapter 4: Saint Denis (Red Dead Redemption 2), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Violent Sex, Dry Humping, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Wrong Hole, Painful Sex, Low Honor Arthur Morgan, They're both crazy to be fair, Sadie is Feral, (Implied) Past Rape/Non-Con, The Author Regrets Everything

Word Count: 6k+

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Summary: After fighting off an ambush at Shady Belle, Arthur sees to it that they don't suffer any more loss by tending to their resident unhinged widow...in his own way, of course.

A/N: This is the next submission in the Widow Collection. Since i have no clue how to organize literally anything on tumblr, the posting of the series itself is going to be on Ao3. Been looking forward to and also dreading posting this installment! It's a messy one.

As per usual, I don't own any characters (they belong to R*) and please don't mind any mistakes!

There was the stink of death in his lungs, so cloying beneath the humid cling of the air in the swamp.

There were bodies everywhere, their own little turncoat amongst the dead, head lopped off and eyes gouged out - all courtesy of Colm O’ damn Driscoll.

The attack had stirred most everyone into a panic. Those few not swept up in fear burned white-hot with hate.

After the hell Colm and his boys had put Arthur through, he counted himself amongst those not shaking with fear, but with rage.

Weren’t only him though, Mrs. Adler was still yowling like a goddamn wildcat, dressed in blood. Her knife in hand, dripping red into the soil. There was scarcely a patch of her skin that weren’t painted in crimson pigment. Made the greenish brown of her eyes look all the more deranged, bugged all out of her head like a rabid dog.

There was a haze about her, something in her demeanor that Arthur knew. An itching sort of bloodlust that he’d been known to fall prey to.

She damn near spelt it for ‘em when Marston moved to grab at a body, stepped too near to her, and she bared her teeth in a purely primal snarl. Slashing with her knife blindly.

Arthur lunged at her, wrestling the blade so she didn’t gut the sorry wolf-bit bastard. Near certain if she managed to kill him, Abigail would find a reason to foist the blame on John.

Sadie had started screaming her head off once he managed to get her knife out of tacky bloodstained hands, not a word to be found in the hoarse howl that ripped from her lungs.

She’d killed a fair few O’Driscolls with the long tapered blade by the time he’d got to her, a rifle in one hand and his cap and ball revolver in the other. He’d found her on her hands and knees, blouse torn, tryin’ to castrate one of ‘em in the middle of a goddamn firefight. And Arthur had been tempted as hell to drop his damn guns and hold the miserable waste of life still for her.

He’d tried to encourage her inside, with the rest of the women and folk who’d only be a liability in a fight. Keep ‘er safe like he would the rest. ‘Course she’d been too stubborn and too hateful to listen, and he’d been too hungry and delighted to fight her on it.

They carved through the rest of the bastards just fine, smoother than her knife through that feller’s pecker.

Her blood was still runnin’ hot and the same as he tried to get ‘er inside to keep her safe, Arthur knew it’d be best to haul her outta camp for the same reasons.

At least if she snapped out there with him, he knew he could handle her.

So he dragged her out and away from Shady Belle, kickin’ and screamin’ as it were; and not a soul objected. Didn’t bother him none though, her little angry fists wailing on his back. He tightened his white-knuckled grip on the back of her thighs where he’d gone and slung over his shoulder.

Arthur took her far enough away that he wasn’t worried folk might shoot her like a sick animal if they saw her hit him.

He paused by the shoreline, right in between where the ground turned soft and waterlogged, and where it was still whole. He tried to lower her slow enough, ‘course she was still causing a ruckus, they slumped the pair of them into the mud.

“Liked this shirt,” Arthur grumbled as he hauled himself up in time for her to leap on him, and clenched fists and cracked nails and bared teeth.

He flung her off easy enough, she kept his adrenaline soaring tho’, kept it rushing through his veins and that part weren’t so bad.

“Go on,” he goaded, “get this outta yer system. Can’t have you cuttin’ the cocks off folk at camp,” he paused with a growing smirk, “‘cept maybe Micah, reckon we could do that one together, though I’m sure he ain’t got much to cut.”

Made him feel kinda lightheaded and drunk at the same time. A bit invincible even as she raked her torn-up nails down his forearms and clawed for his face.

Arthur staggered back with a curse, trying to hold Sadie in his arms was like holdin’ a tornado. She was a goddamn force of nature. He stared down at his forearm where his sleeves had been rolled up and saw the bleeding shape of her teeth dug into the sinew.

“Careful now,” Arthur growled, “ain’t gonna put my hands on ya, Mrs. Adler, but I’ll bite back.”

He made a single vain attempt to wipe some mud off his face before she yowled and leapt at him again.

There was mud and blood and moss stuck to ‘em both.

When she ran at him yet again, Arthur caught her by the neck, held her still with one hand long enough to catch his breath. Every breath in the god forsaken swamp felt like some kinda rot in his lungs, ‘tween that and the bugs nipping at him, he already felt like a corpse.

She staggered back when he put a bit of force behind his shove, her boot was sucked in by the mud, ground under her had gone lopsided and she toppled back near the shoreline. He kept his eye out for gators and snakes ‘fore Sadie was on him again, clothes soaked, hat missing, and hair goddamned mess.

She’d gotten her hands on a rock, tried to bludgeon him with it. She weren’t in her right mind, he knew the feeling, knew that all that goddamn hate usually left him with more corpses scattered around him than he cared to acknowledge. He’d spoken about it with Tilly time and again, how he’d gone and lost his mind in this civilized land. He was meant for dusty open roads and hot sun, the wilderness. Not this.

He weren’t sure if Sadie could properly see him, what with her vision a blurred haze of red. He supposed she was just attacking, reverted to something primal and feral. And if she could see him…well, she picked a mean enough bastard to sink her teeth into.

Her little hands heaved her rock up, it was cumbersome and would break something for certain. Took some quick thinkin’ and a bit of his own body weight to hold her still. She writhed and kicked and screamed under him, but Arthur’s skull was still in one piece, mostly. They was one big bruise writhing in the dirt. He hurled the stone into the swamp with a weighty thunk and a splash of green water.

He’d admit, there was something powerful about her. Tiny little thing filled with so much fire, like a stick of dynamite. Maybe it was the way she was movin’, clawing and bucking under him. Or maybe it was seeing a woman - a widow with nothing, no home, no husband, no virtue, nothing but her own rage to keep ‘er warm at night. Or maybe it was just her.

He’d be lyin’ if he said a part of him hadn’t craved her in some demented way since seein’ her wildly sawing a steak knife at Micah, with half her house on fire. Even then she’d been pure Hellfire.

“Hold still,” Arthur gritted through his teeth, damn near pled with her to quit her tryna buck him like a bronco. Her hips knocking into his, in a violent sway. The coarse scrape of friction between her body and his, in the bubbling mud and grotesque frothing green water foaming at the sopping shoreline, surged right to his belly.

The feeling was gripping, a coil of heat that throbbed to his toes.

Her legs tangled up in his, a savage rolling twist of her hips, “Christ woman,” Arthur hissed. His hands dug into the dirt, wet handfuls of mud were compressed under the snug clench of his fists. Anything to keep from giving into the brutal desire she’d beat into him, tinting the corners of his vision. A primal rhythm they both rocked to in the muck.

He tried to press some space between them, but any gap he managed to dig in was swiftly closed with stinging blows and a bloody rake of her nails.

Her legs locked around his middle and squeezed like she meant to bust his ribs. She gave him no reprieve. Delicate, filthy little hands clawed at his back.

She managed a fist in his hair, teeth bared before she lunged up at him. Arthur thought she finally meant to tear his throat out, with all her hate and Hellfire. Woulda been a fine enough way to go for a bastard like him. Those wild greenish brown eyes stared up at him in her frenzy, wide and unblinking. But her mouth missed its mark and mashed unceremoniously against his.

He tasted blood and his jaw ached, but Arthur delved in deeper at the taste of the very thing he’d been denyin’ himself. He pressed his hips down to glide against hers in a swooping, instinctual need. His head slumped against her shoulder as she arched and clawed and cried, his teeth closing over the available skin made bare by her torn blouse. He bit back as he’d sworn and her hips rushed up to rock against his.

That haze of red was one with him now, not a product of a hot-blooded gunfight, but because of her. With hazy eyes and the taste of her blood on his tongue, Arthur admired the shape of his teeth pressed in a neat circle around the jut of her clavicle.

Her legs clutched him tighter as his hips ground down hard, chasing the coarse, wet scrape of friction between her body and his.

He lifted his head, mouth stained red when he pressed it over hers. Arthur knew in some rational way that what they was doing weren’t right, but she tasted wild and free, and the right thing weren’t enough.

There was a picture in her head of the woman she used to be, the woman she’d been before she’d been made a widow. With the taste of blood in her mouth and clinging to her clothes, a heavy body layin’ over hers, she could scarcely see the woman in the photo, the bright eyed bride of years past.

She was a stranger. An anomaly unknown even to herself. She wore the same skin and perhaps more scars than she had months prior, sequestered up in the cold of Ambarino. The cold had a way of preserving things, freezing them, prolonging them, stagnating them. But she was a long way from Ambarino and it’s biting cold. Out here in the soupy heat of Lemoyne. With no cold to preserve her as she’d been, she was meat left to spoil, something sweet now gone rancid; nothing more than carrion, a meal for a starving animal.

Blue eyes pitched now black as oil blinked dazedly above her, mouth agape with the sort of hunger that she knew. She could see her reflection in the sheen of Arthur’s wanting eyes.

Her heart seized painfully in her chest, a hot throb of agony pulsed down the length of her sternum. It was a pain so vibrant it was nearly tangible, the perfunctory thump of her broken heart, all its conflicting edges clashed behind the confines of her ribs.

Weren’t somethin’ she needed reminding of, this bitter, hateful thing she’d turned into. Jake had been so good. He was a man like any other, sure, he could make mistakes as well as she could. But he’d such a heart, so potent good intentions.

Sadie didn’t know if she had it in her to accept goodness like his again, if she had room for the loss of that kind of light again.

She was a stranger to herself and unbalanced without Jake’s goodness, without his tender guiding hand.

She stared up at Arthur, felt the weight of him pressing her into the muck. There was no goodness to be found in a man like him and she took comfort in that certainty. Perhaps deep down, he possessed a stunted kind of good that had been clubbed into infancy time and again - by men like his father, most certainly by Dutch, the sycophant.

But she’d seen the look in his eyes when he found her in the reeds, knife in hand, trying to hack the pecker off an O’Driscoll who’d stopped screaming at the first twist of her knife. He hadn’t looked at her with the kind of disgust most men fond of their own parts would. He’d looked at her with a sort of intrigue, surprise perhaps, to see what she was capable of; to see the repellant thing she had devolved into.

If there was goodness in him, she’d not look for it, nor mother it.

She had become herself, or become him, or like him; a killer, an outlaw. Or the loss of her husband had unveiled in her this truth, like a snake shedding its skin.

Her nails bit into the flesh at the back of his neck, dug in until he growled against her throat in warning. A thrill of heat raced through her, staving off the chill of death that had found her in this miserable place.

She rocked up against him impatiently, the warm chafe of friction left a pleasant burn between her thighs. She wanted more, she wanted him. She wanted that kinship she found in his eyes every time they’d been in a fight together.

His mouth bore down on hers, rough and unkind and everything she ached for.

She writhed against the mud and loose soil as he fumbled with the clasp of his trousers. Large, powerful hands trembling as he battled with the buttons. Sadie hardly had any room beneath the crush of his weight atop her to pluck at the opening of her own pants.

Arthur had shrugged off his suspenders, lowered his pants just past the round swell of his buttocks, all firm and pale. His manhood stood out, thick and cumbersome between his muscular thighs; the exposed stalwart muscle of his legs were covered in downy blonde hair.

He seized her by the hip, his grip tight. There were smears of blood on the dark fabric of her trousers, blood and a generous caked layer of mud. Weren’t long until Arthur was batting her hands away, tearing the rest of the fabric down himself. They were awkwardly bunched around her knees, revealing more pale flesh.

He settled swiftly between her spread legs, hands braced on either side of her head pulling up chutes of grass between his fingers. His hips were rocking impatiently, an impulsive series of shallow thrusts. The thick tip and pulsing shaft pressed against the crease of her inner thigh, gliding between the flesh with a growl. The grate of his sex pressed so close to hers earned a strangled sound from her, a hungry, impetuous whine.

He seemed drunk on the sensation of her skin, rutting against her thigh and hip blindly. Sadie dug her nails into the stern, round muscle of his rear. Held herself there until his hips stuttered and the whole, throbbing length of his cock spasmed against her slit. She gasped and cried out a starved sound.

His thrusts turned sloppy and slick rocking against the abundant wetness of her sex; content to scratch his own itch. It was damn near impossible to get her legs around him with her pants tangled up about her knees. Sadie panted, scrabbling a hand to press between them.

She managed to spread her slit open with two fingers. The next delicious glide of his cock grated against her plump clit before snagging at the velvety entrance she held open in offering. A pitched gasp caught in her throat as the bloated tip of his cock pressed into her heat. They shared a labored breath, Arthur exhaled a grateful sound into her hair.

His hips surged forward swiftly, burying the entirety of himself into her. Sadie clawed at his back in retaliation, feeling the ache of her body accommodating him. The burn and stretch was a pleasant sort of sting, urging her to rock up against him, head thrown back and throat exposed.

He endured each grinding swivel of her hips for a handful of moments, shaking above her as her tongue rolled out and arms clung around his neck.

She exhaled a breathless sound when he pressed her into the dirt, hands gathered around her hips. The loss of him was astounding, leaving her with an emptiness at her very core before Arthur plunged back inside. The pleasure was a blinding burn that skittered up every taut muscle of her abdomen. His thrusts were fast and deep and came without warning. The sound of their coupling was a sloppy sordid thing, the wet and violent clap of their bodies became a blur in the swamp.

The quake of his every thrust, the tremble of his body ground down on her swollen clit, aggravating the bundle of nerves endlessly.

Sadie clung to him, sex stretched full around him, clenching and flexing and dripping.

She reached a shaking hand between them, groaning at the swell of her distended belly, pressed a palm over the shape of him inside her.

It’d been so long since she’d felt so good. Felt pleasure creep along every notch of her spine and tingle down to the soles of her feet.

Arthur pushed in deep, a twinge of pain joined her pleasure, and her walls fluttered tight around him. She rubbed at her bloated belly, hypnotized by the shift of each thrust under her fingers.

He meant to steady himself in the dirt, but the ground was unsteady and he slipped. His forehead whacked against hers and they scarcely acknowledged the slight blur of his vision nor hers while he kept fucking her savagely. His nose pressed against hers, breathing her air and tasting her pleasure.

The motion of his body wasn’t a smooth roll, but the violent thrust of a knife’s blade, uncompromising and fulfilling. Her whole body jerked with every push, breath knocked clean from her lungs every time.

Pleasure crept higher in her, spilled over her chest and filled her lungs. She clawed and clenched and cried something resembling speech, something close to his name.

Her mouth hung open and his tongue dipped into the warmth of her open mouth, desperate hands pulling her in time with each plunge of his cock; stretching her body to its limits, blurring that delirious mix of pain and pleasure.

She felt so full she could scarcely breathe, so thoroughly used, he ground his hips forward where he’d buried himself down to the root. He spread her at new angles, scraped raw new nerve endings. Arthur managed a few more harsh digs before Sadie was screaming her way through an orgasm.

Arthur felt Sadie spasm and clench and go boneless beneath him, watching as her expression contorted further with his cock still stuck deep in her belly. She’d wrung out every bit of pleasure, stroking over that plump jewel ‘tween her legs. He stared movin’ after a minute, chasing his own release with a growl. He damn well deserved it, all the good he’d done, keepin’ everyone safe from her, and keepin’ her safe from everyone.

Her sex drooled all warm and wet while he fucked her, clung to him tighter even while she whined and squirmed in her sensitivity.

Rough hands spread her legs wide as her tangled up trousers would allow, as he sank into the slippery squelch of her wrapped around him. She felt so goddamn good, heaven for sinner like himself.

His nose pressed to her temple, her breath beat against his throat, cock dripping all her mess. His hips surged forwards, gliding in the abundance of her liquid desire. He managed a few dripping thrusts, the rough pace of which left them both panting, pleasure throbbed along his scalp. Sadie tugged on a nipple, plucked and rolled the pert bud as he slipped out, thick, throbbing cock, grinding over her swollen sex and plump clit.

He growled and shot his hips forward, rampantly searching for the warm clench of her velvety embrace.

Sweat dripped down his brow, sluiced down the dried dirt on his cheek, left ugly graying droplets clinging to his jaw. The pulsing, drooling head of his cock snagged at the tight furl of her entrance, overcome with impulse and need, he pushed.

A scream tore out of her as he managed to cram nearly a third of his length into her on the first frantic jerk of his hips. There was a primal sort of relief that came with bein’ back inside her.

Sadie shook beneath him, hazel eyes wide and brimming with tears. The sound she sobbed out was more pain than pleasure.

Every muscle in her body had gone taut, the hole he’d gone and stuck himself in cinched tight and heat surged vibrantly in his belly. Arthur ran his tongue over his cracked lips, tasted the salt of dried blood and the bitter grit of dirt.

He leaned back from between her legs, angled his head back and saw the ruined state of her puckered hole stretched open around him. It shouldn’t have done somethin’ to ‘em, but it did.

The angle had him pressing inside her different, weeping little hole spread open. Sadie’s chin quivered and her belly dipped concave with the deep breath she sucked in.

“M’almost done,” Arthur muttered apologetically, even if it felt hollow with the way his hips inched forward incrementally, shameless in his intention.

He anticipated Sadie tryin’ to kill him again if he deigned to move in any direction that wasn’t out. But her expression creased and her mouth curled up, lower lip trapped between her teeth and she nodded and soldiered on.

He lowered his mouth to hers one last time, lathed in wet, hungry strokes of his tongue. Sucked up the sound she crooned straight into his lungs. Swiftly, he rolled her onto her belly, her trousers were snagged around the shaft of one of her boots. Arthur settled between her legs, hips pressed up against her round buttocks when he breached that ruined little hole again. Her spine went stiff and she grunted out a small, muffled sound against her little torn up knuckles.

Sadie had gone all limp beneath him while he sank further into her rear, his pants pushed further down to accommodate the new position.

His rhythm was slow at first, rocking in a steady back and forth until enough blood, sweat and filth could ease his movements. Weren’t pretty, but lord did it feel good.

Every thrust loosened some tension in her until her bowels clung to him just as well as her cunt had; tighter even.

Arthur’d soon lost himself in the bliss of her untouched flesh damn near bursting at the seams with him inside her; he reckoned her own man had never had her there, and he never would. A shiver trickled down the length of his body like a waterfall, cold and exhilarating at the foul thought. This was a delight only Arthur’d know. Sadie yelped and gasped into the mud and every sound, every sensation was urging him faster and harder.

He pressed his nose into her hair as he sank down to the root of his manhood without warning, she squirmed and scratched and spread her legs wider. She smelled of sweat and salt and death.

She scrabbled for purchase, for anything to cling to but the oozing, waterlogged earth beneath them. He wrapped his arm around her delicate neck, thick bicep bulging against her throat, pointed chin digging into his brawny forearm. She briefly went rigid, held in such a vulnerable position, before his breath beat against her ear and she went lax under him again. He held her there all the while, muscles in his thighs and lower back burned with the effort of taking her in the way he wanted, the way he needed.

Sadie’s mouth hung open, puffing out little breathless sounds as she drooled down over his arm with every twist of his hips he sank into her loosened entrance.

The hard clap of his body impacting hers scared off a couple of spoonbills down by the shore. His bloated balls slapped against the sticky seam of her sex, still dripping slick.

Heat coiled in his abdomen and throbbed like an open wound. Her sticky, pale thighs trembled and she wheezed and gasped. The sharp incline of her back bowed further, her spine curved and muscles contracted.

That white-hot gouge of pleasure torn across his belly bled anew, his nerves were alight and his muscles ached in that sweet delirium that blurred pleasure and pain.

He seized her back against one final slam of his hips with a snarl, savoring the soft, ragged creak of her breathing. Her filthy little fingers flexed and curled at funny angles as she whimpered and went stiff, thighs shook like they’d soon give out as he seated himself inside her with a long groan.

They swayed and sucked in greedy breaths from the exertion, sweat uncomfortably adhered their clothes to their skin.

He breathed out something hungry and guttural as he pumped every bit of his release into her ruined hole. He watched with hazy eyes as the reddish tinted excess spend overflowed, oozing out like sap from a tapped tree. And lord, he weren’t sure if he’d ever seen anything quite so pretty.

Sadie whined, breath raspy as her scarlet, ruined rim clung tight to the thick head of his cock still stuck in her.

Arthur spread her cheeks apart, hypnotized by impression of his fingers dug into the supple flesh and the milky mixture of white and red that spilled out slowly with every lazy wink of her gaping hole to join the slick that dripped all watery from her swollen sex.

It was the kind of sight he’d sooner commit to paper lest his memory fail him, though he doubted he’d ever be able to forget this.

So thoroughly spent, they slumped, one open wound, into the dirt.

Sadie’s body buzzed with pain and pleasure and sanity. Or some semblance of it. She felt more human laying in the dirt, dripping blood and come, than she had in the past few hours.

She felt a twinge of guilt for the rampant, savage thing she’d turned into; for the thing she’d turned him into. Like them fairy tales she used to read as a girl, ‘bout folk changing into fiendish animals and unlovable monsters under the cover of night.

Those O’Driscolls had grabbed ‘er and she’d just - well they’d rattled her cage, and she weren’t fond of what had crawled out. One minute she’d been tryna shake one of them off, the buttons of her blouse torn, then next she recalled kneeling in the reeds with her knife in her hand and the feller’s trousers around his ankles when Arthur found her. It’d been like waking from a dream in a way when she’d seen him.

There was still blood on her hands, rubbed into a pale coppery sheen that stuck between the creases of her palms, old residue buffed into place by the gritty dirt.

Arthur…

She followed the deep shape of his footsteps left in the mud, straining her eyes where the trail careened towards the placid shore.

He was washing himself clean, clean of her, clean as he could be in the fetid water of the marsh. She’d been the rust red sheen of blood smeared down the length of his wilting manhood when they’d finally found the strength to untangle the mess of limbs they’d become.

She’d yet to right herself by the time he’d returned, her trousers still snagged around the legs of her worn boots. Arthur came back, and Sadie felt a bit of relief at that; whatever he was, he hadn’t left her there in the swamp. He was a loyal dog, one that bit more often than not, but loyal still.

He had a few fat little bullhead catfish stuck on a stick, like some sorta wild man. His shirt was undone, hanging loose off the breadth of his torso, with its well defined brawny and generous smattering of blonde hair.

Sadie still felt like some sedate creature, with all her fight snuffed out. She just laid and watched as Arthur managed to coax a little fire out of some reeds and damp twigs. He fed it with some fragrant leaves of some burdock root he’d found on the shore. She watched those vibrant violet little buds shrivel and die on the fire, eaten up by the wavering flames that danced like blood-stained teeth.

He didn’t have much on him to work with, so he set about fileting the frumpy little bottom-feeders with her knife. He roasted the first yield of gritty meat over the fire until it darkened to a toasty sun-burnt red and blackened at the edges.

Wordlessly the fish was passed to her.

Sadie picked at it, minded the bones. The meat tasted like dirt, though, she supposed an argument could be made that it was just her mouth that tasted foul. She’d spent too long in the dirt of the swamp.

Arthur roasted the next bit of fish meat on the same stick the fish had been stuck on. The stick nearly caught fire, but Arthur seemed content that the meat was cooked through.

She caught his gaze over the shimmer of the flames and felt something fiercely warm grip her, a fist tangled in her innards, the feeling was a violent tug and a surge of warmth low in her belly.

He swallowed a bit of poorly chewed fish in the aftermath of her gaze, nose wrinkling like a bit of bone had gone down too.

She’d been so caught up staring at him, that she grazed her own lower lip with the blade of her knife. Nicked the soft flesh until a vibrant bead of scarlet dripped down her chin. She hissed at her own foolishness, lowering her knife and suckling the broken flesh into her mouth, until all she could taste was the coppery sweetness of her own blood. Her whole body itched like a wound just starting to heal, the kind of flesh begging to be torn open all over again. All because Arthur’s gaze burned unrepentantly on her. In her peripheral Sadie watched him tease open a scabbed over cut on his lower lip, almost subconsciously. Her well used holes tightened around nothingness, spent body aching…partially for him.

She stared at her knees and picked some dirt out from under her nails with the tip of her knife. Arthur fried up the last of the fish and offered her some with a grunt. She took a bite, chewing slowly, tasting the clash of the meat’s inherent flavor, like something that lived in a swamp, against the crispness of sweet blood still sucked in from the graze on her lip. Her gaze was once more pulled to the awkward jut of her bare knobby knees, the delicate glitter of blonde hairs on her legs that shimmered under the sinking sunlight that bled through the boughs of moping willow trees.

The rest of the fish had been passed back to Arthur and the stern grip in her belly twisted on her feeble, foolish insides like tugging on reins. He took bigger, more brutish bites, chewed in a way that made some veins on his sun-burnt neck strain beneath his rosy, freckled skin. Something about it made her mouth water. Sadie swallowed, savoring the strange taste in her mouth, knowing his tasted of the same, blood and fish.

There was a quiet sort of kinship that she found in his company, something that she didn’t want to lose now that she’d known it. It was a painful connection that they shared, one that riled them into monsters.

She bore her own hate for that god-forsaken gang led by Colm O’Driscoll, bore it real and true, it was something even this miserable heat couldn’t decompose. It was something that had survived the migration eastbound. A white-hot kind of hate and snarling panic that drove her senseless.

She’d never known the look of it on her own face, in truth. Never known the face of her hate, until the weeks Arthur had ridden in half-dead on horseback after being taken by the same animals that had taken her…that had made her a widow.

She knew the twitchiness she’d seen in him as she were lookin’ in a mirror, the aversion to touch that paled him like a ghost, the sleeplessness that could only be dulled with liquor, the rage.

Sadie had learned it then, in those weeks that followed, and in the look upon his face when Arthur had knelt beside her in the reeds of Shady Belle.

Her mangled reflection was one not so mysterious as it had been before, before this, before him.

They’d scarcely said a word to one another in the time since he’d dragged her out of Shady Belle like a rabid dog, frothing about the mouth.

“Arthur,” She croaked, voice worn thin and tongue shifting to accommodate proper speech, not the rankled howls she’d offered in her spiral of wild madness.

His gaze lifted, weathered lines along his brow deepening with the curious furl of his expression beyond the faint glow of the flames.

“This don’t change nothin’,” Sadie said icily, praying the swamp wouldn’t melt away the cold of this as his bluish eyes with striations of gold and green squinted back at her.

He scratched at his cheek with a broad thumb, head bobbing with a resigned nod.

“I know,” He hummed, the bruises she’d given him had darkened on his sun-beaten skin.

He wasn’t her man, nor had she become his woman. She’d never be more than what she was; Sadie Adler: widow.

They had resided in the swamp well beyond sun-down, listening to the music such a foul place could make. Fireflies swirled in the air while miserable little fire was fed more twigs and reeds.

Sadie had done her best to clean herself up, too stubborn to ask for his help, to set in her own ways.

“Skirt woulda been easier,” he remarked as she struggled back into her pants, picking at his teeth with a bit of fishbone.

Sadie glared at him murderously and Arthur couldn’t help but smile in return. “Ain't never been one for doin’ things easily, Arthur.”

“Oh I learned that the hard way, princess.” He said, lifting a bloody forearm. His body was a lattice of her scratches and bites and in his way, he wore them with pride.

Sadie had joined him by the fire with a wince. The tired, spitting flames made her freckles glow.

Maybe she was right, things wouldn’t change, they’d carry on as they had.

She leaned back with a sigh, in her soiled clothes, her snarled blonde hair half loose from its plait.

Arthur watched as she rooted around her pockets, the withering firelight gleamed off bronze metal.

She dusted something off with reverent little fingers, wetting her lips with a distracting velvety pink tongue.

She lifted the vague bronze shape to her mouth, pressed her wet lips to it, and breathed out notes. Her harmonica…the one he’d found for her.

Arthur sat up a little straighter, toes of his boots knocking together excitedly. The tune she played was a mournful one, lilting and whistling and folksy and lively all at once. He’d heard her play it before, through Shady Belle’s rotted walls.

He was sure the song had words, but he melted into the metallic rasp of the notes she played.

Sadie was wrong…for better or worse, things had changed.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the fic! Also, For those interested about the song at the end, it is the stripped back version of Break My Baby by KALEO, which just felt like the perfect fit for this fic.

#my writing #my fanfiction #arthur morgan #sadie adler #sadithur #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan smut

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are-we-really-doing-this · 11 months

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hey dude i read that fic you bookmarked on ao3 and i hate to admit it but its good. i wasn't into it in a sexual way but both men are just so pathetic, awkward, yet intimate to one another the way only deeply dysfunctional freaks can do and i end up enjoying the bits of character study peppered in between. i thought it would be a one and done deal, but i can't stop thinking about it. i read it again a few days later, and the day after, and i think i might be developing a new kink. too bad i dont know who the author is on tumblr, or else i would give this glowing review to them instead.

but now i can't look at the gifs i saved out of a misguided sense of embarrassment and slight guilt. a part of me is still prudish. do you know how to get over stuff like this?

btw yeah, it's the fic with the shit (literal) that got me acting this crazy.

Anon I’m so glad you decided to check it out, I don’t think a single one of my bookmarks is a bum steer (if y’all want some recs my handle is in my bio *wink wonk nudge nudge*). More under cut, it just felt a wee bit long.

About the whole ‘coming to terms with what you’re into’ thing, I have been in your exact shoes before and I guarantee you won’t be the last. For me it was just a matter of time, getting past the initial shock, and noticing more and more things that remind you of it and deciding whether or not you really do like it. Eventually you might start coming up with scenarios yourself or you might find yourself seeking out things that scratch the itch but it’s really about time, thinking it over, and some exposure if you’re comfortable. I’ve found that talking with other people who are already into or open to what you might be interested in helps a lot so feel free to dm me or anyone you’d be comfortable to talk with about it. Just know that if you do end up finding yourself with a new kink that you’re not weird or gross for it in any derogatory sense of the word. PLENTY of good people share gross kinks and if it really does something for you it can be a wonderful thing. I think it’s generally our nature, or at least we are taught, to be prudish and if you want to challenge that then by all means, tear it up. I know I have.

Now, about that fic, funny thing. You may or may not already know, but the author has just posted another fic quite similar to that one with the same pairing so I suggest you check out the author’s works tab. It is a goodie, imma go read it again actually. They have many other amazing fics, some of which contain more grossness which they are pretty much the grandmaster of. If you do like that fic and their others, I suggest you go leave Stink a comment or bookmark on the new or any other fic, I’m sure they’d love to hear it.

#this was a good ask #thanks for dropping by #they really are pathetic it’s just the best #the way they write just takes hold on your soul if it clicks for you #damn sure did it to me #my anonz #fanfic

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ok seeing as we are chatting underwear, this has opened up so many lines of enquiry for me that ive never found a forum for. i would love to hear your thoughts on this in whatever detail you like!

a family member recently exposed her crush on a girl from a band, and her shock and confusion cos she doesnt have any other queer leanings and never has. her husband was like 'i understand because women stereotypically are soft and smell good which is part of the appeal for [straight] men, whereas men stink and are dirty and hairy' lmaooooo

and i was like thats part of the appeal in a way i can't even explain. and since learning more about gay culture through byler tumblr, i have been pleasantly surprised to see all these things like... gay men can have armpit fetishes? they lick each other's armpits? and im like go for it! i have never ever had the urge to do that and dont know any female straight friends who have either, even though we too are attracted to men and masculinity. so the difference between these two types of masculine attraction fascinate me. i also tried licking my own armpit once - im a woman and it was relatively clean and hairless, and it still left a bitter, awful taste on my tongue that i literally couldnt get rid of lmaooooooooooo

so back to sears catalogue - i'm curious about this underwear as a sexual awakening for gay or queer men, because though i find men attractive, men's underwear has always been quite amusing to me? like it has to be practical in a way that women's just doesn't. so its almost like the male equivalent of a bra i guess, rather than ladies pants. but bras can be pretty and you dont often see pretty underwear for men that isn't based on feminine designs? your standard everyday men's underwear is intrinsically awkward NO SHADE - too tight and it's funny, too loose and it's considered boyish, too patterned and it's childish, too plain and it's still like a skin tight pair of shorts? i dont know, maybe all those elle girl magazine articles i read as a teen have been too influential on me.

i just think, in a way, that gay male desire is so much purer and more understanding than straight female desire. maybe because the latter comes with this sense of exotic unknowable-ness - at the end of the day, we will never truly understand men, and men won't understand us? and i suppose the other side of this coin is women being flummoxed with men finding us angelic or sweet smelling bla bla - because to women, we are just as gross as men lol. see above my armpit story !!!

so i guess i'd love to hear more details about how gay desire and attraction develops with regard to underwear/presentation/a body thats similar to your own in many ways yet also different and attractive. thanks!

This is sooooo interesting to me and I don't even know where to begin! I shall try.

In my honest opinion, sometimes... a man in just underwear (or a jock or some I guess you'd call it lingerie or whatever) is so much hotter than just full nude. And you know, I think other sexualities of many gender combos might agree, too, for what they like? It's like. Bodies are great, but so is the variation. It's how the body is framed, knowing what's underneath, it's still not the everyday thing you walk around in. It's funny you describe men's underwear as amusing and just practical because I may say the same thing about the standard bra? To me they're kind of a goofy item. But they serve a purpose. And maybe someone into women will see just the everyday bra and think it's the hottest thing ever because it's on a woman. I can understand the appeal of fancy undergarments on anyone, that makes total sense. Like I can look at a photo or whatever of a lady in a nice lingerie set and think, oh get it girl. She looks nice! But even the most basic of garments... men just look good in them? (Except boxers. I hate them hahaha. they're giving nothing.)

It's like... that first glimpse kind of sticks with people sometimes. Maybe it's not universal and everyday I am getting less and less concerned about getting personal on here lol but. It's def a thing for me? There's something so simply hot about a man in a nice pair of briefs. It's just hot? So maybe that's why I do talk about it a lot hahaha. We all have our things! It's chill! Nudity is not the be all end all.

No idea about this younger generation and how sexual desire develops, (which is an odd topic I know, but that's human nature, it doesn't have to be weird!!) because so young they all have access to the internet from the get go (I know my relative's 6 year old kid has a smartphone??? WHY) and all that is available. Before that, what did you get your hands on? What's arriving in the mail for so many? What do you see at the store? It was the 00s/10s but I wasn't looking at straight up porn online until middle school lol. I'm just speaking from personal experience, since I spoke about the department store catalogs. Can I unlock the mysteries of attraction and how people develop what? Absolutely not, gimme a call when there's a way to figure it out haha.

It's interesting the mention of the way men and woman view each other, and maybe how men view other men, women to other women. And I don't always subscribe to the idea that everything is so different, so defined. I'm sure there are women who also find the very things I'm attracted to in a man also very hot. Why do gay men have a thing for armpits? I don't know, because it's part of a man haha. Why do straight men like women's feet? Because the foot can be hot to them and it's on a woman! Why do women look at other women's hands and think that's hot? Bodies are what we've got, we're gonna be into them, if you experience attraction. None of those examples I just listed are even inherently sexual body parts. Sexuality is vaaaaaast and fascinating.

To relate this to the show in a way since this is what spawned the topic: to me the scene is comedic than anything like I didn't look at this scene and feel attraction, I'm beyond that - but the opening with Mike in s4 when he's barely dressed frantic for school? It's interesting to think, maybe that was an awakening for some young gay boy who didn't quite know themselves yet, like they like the show and they like that character a lot and didn't get why. But they see him in his underwear and it's just... one more thing that sparks something for them. Super interesting when you think about formative moments. Love the entire topic of some otherwise innocent movies or shows and there's just some scene that sticks out to you as you're young and starting to get hit with hormones and desire.

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rent a gf - two eren yeager x reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: mentions of sex, talks about "getting bitches", eren is an idiot, fuckboy!eren implied, tatbilb mention, uhh fluff idk theres not much to warn abt in here, not beta read

notes: chapter two is out! i'm really glad a lot of people are enjoying rent a gf. it really means a lot! i see some people commented on the previous chapter, and i would love to reply to them, but i'm not familiar with tumblrs commenting system D: if you wanna leave a comment for me to just read, that's fine you can still keep commenting here on tumblr. but if you would like me to reply to it, you can comment on ao3, and i will reply! happy reading :) p.s, waffles w whipped cream r so much better

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In the early hours of Saturday morning, you felt a hand shaking your shoulder to wake you. Groaning and mumbling, you sleepily swatted the hand away and pulled the covers over your head. No one should be forced to wake up early on the weekends. It was Saturday, for fucks sake. Not to mention your hangover due to last nights mistakes was making your head throb.

The hand rested on your shoulder once more, shaking you gently. “(Y/N),” Mikasa said softly. “Your alarm has been going off for the past 10 minutes. Wake up. I have water and Advil.”

“Nooooo,” you moaned, snuggling deeper into your bed. “Don’ wanna.”

Mikasa stopped bothering you for a moment, and you let your guard down. Finally you could sleep. When it was time to wake up, you’d wake up.

Right as you were about to pass out again, your blanket was roughly tugged off of you. “Mikasaaa!” you whined, covering your face with your hands. “What was that for? I was trying to sleep.”

“Get up. You have to shower and get ready for lunch with Eren today. Breakfast is almost finished,” she explained, setting down the pills and water on your bedside table. “Go brush your teeth and wash your face so you can eat. Now,” she instructed sternly, moving to your window to open the curtains. The bright sunlight hit your still half-asleep face, making you hiss quietly.

She left the room moments after, probably to check up on breakfast. Honestly, you didn’t know how she could function this early in the morning despite having partied all night last night. Curse her and her inability to get hungover.

Grumbling to yourself, you adjusted your sleep clothes that had gotten disheveled overnight to make sure you looked decent. Your sleepy gaze wandered over to your nightstand to see two Advils on a napkin beside a glass of cold water. Thanking every higher power for sending Mikasa to you, you downed both pills and the glass of water. Even though you might bitch and moan to her constantly, you really weren’t lying when you said you’d die without Mikasa.

After sitting down at the edge of your bed for a few moments, you eventually shuffled into the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your morning routine. It took longer than usual thanks to your sluggish and tired movements, but you got done nevertheless.

A wonderful aroma came from the kitchen when you left, stomach grumbling in anticipation for the wonderful food you were about to scarf down. Mikasa was in the process of setting down both your breakfasts on the island, sitting down on the stools when you walked in. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” she greeted, resting her chin on her hands.

“Morning, sweet angel,” you replied, sitting at the stool beside her. In front of you was a plate of Funfetti pancakes with whipped cream instead of maple syrup (syrup was for pancakes only). There were a couple of cut up fruits beside them, too. “Where did you get these?” you asked, picking up your fork to take a bite of your breakfast.

Mikasa dug into her own breakfast of oatmeal as soon as you started eating. “Went grocery shopping and saw the mix in the baking aisle. I thought you’d like it,” she explained, taking a bite of her food. “Good?”

Your response was a moan, tilting your head back as you chewed. “Insanely,” you said, cutting up another bite. You stabbed the piece with your fork and guided it to Mikasa, keeping your hand under it to catch anything if it dropped.

She finished her bite and leaned in to take the bite, humming in satisfaction at the taste. “Good,” she nodded.

“They put like crack ‘n this shit,” you said through a full mouth, shoveling forkful after forkful into your mouth.

You could feel Mikasa's judging gaze for eating like a pig, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was eating these crack laced waffles as greedily as possible. “What time are you supposed to meet Eren today?” she asked to make conversation.

You remember drunkenly slurring to her that Eren was supposed to take you out for lunch today while she was trying to put you to bed. All she did was nod and dodge your flailing limbs while she tried to change you into your night clothes.

“Uhhh,” you trailed off, “I dunno actually. I think he’s gonna text me when.” The familiar notification from your phone indicated you had a text from Eren. “Right now.”

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:04 AM picking u up at 12 dont be late

you - 9:04 AM k

ren ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ - 9:05 AM dont use k with me that makes me sad :(

you - 9:05 AM k

“He says 12,” you told Mikasa, setting your phone back down on the table. You went to go take another bite of your waffles, only to be met with stray bits of whipped cream and waffle crumbs. How disappointing.

“You have time to get ready then,” she said, finishing up the last bit of her own breakfast. Holding her plate, she got up to go put it in the sink, taking your plate for you as well. Literally an angel.

Suddenly, she leaned in to sniff you like the weird English professor you had your freshman year and cringed. “You’re gonna need all the time you can get. You stink.”

Never mind, not an angel.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you got off the stool to go take a shower. “And here I was about to offer to get you something for lunch while I was out.”

“A burger from the joint I like would be nice. So would a Coke and side of onion rings.”

“Size?”

“Medium for both.”

You would’ve caved in and bought her something, anyways. Might as well know what she wanted in the first place.

Showering took longer than expected. Most of your time got wasted by you standing under the shower stream and soaking in all the warmth. It wasn’t until Mikasa knocked on the door asking you not to use up all the hot water that made you actually start going through your routine.

The clock read 10:09 when you got out. You still had more time to kill until Eren came, so you elected to sit on your bed in your towel to scroll through social media. At 10:45, you started to get ready for real now.

Your makeup was just enough to cover any imperfections on your face, and your outfit cute enough for a lunch outing with your friend-fuckbuddy.

At 11:50, you stepped out into the living room with your belongings in hand to lounge around while you waited for Eren. You would’ve gone to bug Mikasa, but she had just stepped into the shower minutes prior.

12 on the dot, a rhythmic knocking was rapped on your door, meaning Eren was finally here. Skipping over to the door, you opened it to reveal him while slipping on your shoes.

“Hey,” he grinned when the door opened. He leaned in to give you a kiss on the lips after you’d straightened up from putting on your shoes.

A grin found its way on your lips during the kiss. It only lasted a couple of seconds, ending with you pulling away with a quiet smack. “Hi,” you greeted back.

“Ready to go?” he asked, one hand leaving his jacket pocket to jut his thumb down the hallway towards the elevators.

“Yup, ready,” you said. Over your shoulder, you yelled into the apartment to say goodbye to Mikasa and locking the door once you closed. “Okay, ready for real now.”

There was a new hot pot restaurant near campus, Eren told you, that he so desperately wanted to try. He overheard some people talking about the place in his Stats class, and he’s been wanting to go ever since.

“So, about what I told you last night,” he said, leaning on the table close to you after giving your orders to the waitress. “You said you would help me get Mina.”

“I said it was a bad idea,” you countered, taking a sip of your drink.

“But you said you would help me. For a price.”

“That I… did say,” you sighed. “What’s your plan?”

Smiling, he opened up his jacket and dug into the inner pockets, getting out a small notepad and a pen. Your eyebrows raised at the sight of them. “Okay,” he started, flipping through his notepad. “So I was thinking about it this morning, and this is what I have down so far.”

Sliding it towards you, he waited impatiently for you to read what he had.

Your lips pursed to prevent giggled from leaving your lips. Well, it was a plan, alright. Written in Eren’s chicken scratch of handwriting were a few very simple steps.

eren yaegers fool proof plan to get bitches get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. talk to mina to get her interested in you ✓ 2. get hot girl ((Y/N)) to pretend to be your gf and show you can be a good bf 3. get mina jealous so she wants you even more and not poopy thomas wanker 4. “break up” with (Y/N) and pretend to be sad 5. get mina to comfort you 6. get bitches make mina your gf 7. pay (Y/N) for her services 8. ta-da!

When you looked up from the notepad, you saw Eren waiting for your answer. “Well? What do you think? Is it any good?” he asked.

“Were you high when you wrote this?” was the first thing you asked him. Eren shook his head innocently. “You’re 100% serious?” He nodded.

You bit your lip, deep in thought about Eren’s supposedly fool proof plan. “What makes you think it’s gonna work?”

“I know girls and how they act. If Paradis University let me major in women -- don’t get smart with me I don’t mean Women Studies -- I would be passing all my classes with flying colors. I know it’ll work, trust me,” he said cockily, leaning back in his chair.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. I know you. I know everything about you, (Y/N). I even know how to make you scream my name in--”

“Okay!” you cut him off, not wanting the strangers around you to know the intimate details of your sex life with Eren. “Okay.”

“I knew you were gonna do that. See, I do know women.”

A moment or two passed, both of you staring at each other. You with a deadpan expression, and him with a proud one. You were the first one to break the silence with a heavy sigh. “Okay, say I agree to this. What do I get in return?”

“Anything you want,” he said. “Within reason, of course. Please don’t ask me to like, hide a body or something.”

Ignoring his last comment, you continued speaking, “You’re not allowed to back out of whatever I ask you to, right? If this plan fails or succeeds, you still owe me whatever you promised.”

Eren nodded. “Of course. I swear on it.” He shifted a little so his elbow was on the table, holding out a pinky. Instinctively, you held out your pinky as well and intertwined the both of them. Pinky promises were something you and Eren had been doing for years now. It meant that the other was dead serious on their promise.

The waitress came back with your broth and dipping ingredients, setting them on the table for you right when your pinkes left each other. Thanking the waitress, the two of you talked some more while you waited for the broth to heat up.

“We should make it official. With a contract and set of rules,” he said. “Like that one movie you forced me to watch with you. The Boys I Loved or some shit like that.”

“To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” you corrected.

“Yeah, that. They’re kinda doing something like us, yeah?”

“Guess so,” you shrugged, picking up your chopsticks and a sice of pork belly when the broth started to boil. “After we eat though.”

Idle chatter was shared between the two of you as you ate. Even though you saw each other nearly every day, you never ran out of things to talk to. You could be talking about complete nonsense or how quantum physics made no sense, and you would still have the best time of your life.

By now, the broth had been drunk up and the table had been cleared out to be replaced with banana milk and ice cream. Eren brought out his notepad again to write down the set of rules for your fake relationship while enjoying your desserts.

Good progress had been written so far on the notepad. Both of you had given input and criticism on each rule made. In the end, you finally had a good set of rules written down.

(Y/N) and erens contract and rules for eren yaegers fool proof plan to get mina aka operation rent a gf by eren yaeger 1. act normally. eren and (Y/N) act like a couple already. just double the pda a little more 2. don’t tell anyone about the deal. the more people who believe in the relationship, the more likely it is for the plan to work 3. post each other on ig a lot. maybe add names and a date to bios to make it more believable 4. date night every saturday (go out or just hang out) 5. go to parties together 6. walk each other to class if you can 7. call each other cute pet names 8. after breaking up, the couple act has to stop including the sex 9. DON’T SLIP UP

payment for (Y/N):

Eren tapped a beat on the notepad, reading “payment” over and over again. Eventually he looked up at you, deep in thought. “Have you thought of anything so far?” he asked, clicking the pen to write what you wanted.

This was a tough decision. Eren was ready to give you anything to help him get Mina. You had to be wise and pick something big to take advantage of him. Something you were sure you wouldn’t ever regret getting.

“How about,” you started, trailing off, “you do my laundry for the rest of our time at ParadisU, buy me lunch every Wednesday even after we break up, recommend that godsend of a tutor you keep gatekeeping to help me too, and…”

“And?” Eren asked, looking up from his writing, waiting for your next words.

“All the orgasms I want during our relationship,” you finished, satisfied with what you chose.

“Is that all?” he asked, writing down the last of your words. “That’s a lot.”

“How about I let you know if I wanna add more,” you said. Eren nodded in response. His head hung to look at the notepad again, writing something down. Once he was done, he plaed the pen on the pad and slid it to you.

“Sign it so it’s official,” he instructed.

There were two lines beside each other, one already with Eren’s signature. Without hesitation, you signed your name neatly on the paper, giving the items back to Eren once you were done.

payment for (Y/N): eren has to do the (Y/N)’s laundry for the rest of university, buy her lunch ever wednesday, get tutor to help her and give her as many orgasms as she wants during the course of the relationship

signed x eren yaeger x (y/n) (l/n)

The two of you shook hands when Eren put away his things, to seal the deal again. The waitress came by again to give you the bill and collect your dirty dishes. Eren set down the cash needed to pay along with a tip in the check presenter before the two of you left.

You walked hand in hand back to Erens car before you realized you missed something. “Wait. What do we tell people when they ask how we got together?” you asked, pausing in your tracks.

Eren stopped with you, turning to look at you. “Um, you can say I confessed after lunch, and that this is technically our first date,” he suggested, tugging your hand to walk back to the car.

“Huh. Okay. That works,” you nodded.

The two of you got into the car a little bit past 2:30 in the afternoon, ready to go home. “Wait,” you said again, making Eren pause. “Mikasa wanted a burger from that one joint near our apartment. Could you take me there first?”

Eren smiled and nodded, starting the car. “Of course. Burger with medium Coke and onion rings?”

“How did you know?”

“She always gets that when we go there.”

“Huh… I guess you’re right.”

“When am I not?”

"Always."

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hello, i just found your tumblr😊😊 i would like to ask for a scenario where Eddie from Arkham games has been working non-stop for days and his s/o starts to get jealous since his attention goes all to batman ❤ Fluff pls~🥰 (Sorry for my bad english)

this stinky gremlin i swear, i don’t know if i want to punch him or kiss him

dumb bitch Arkham!Eddie overworking himself AGAIN:

– You're doing it again, Edward. – you sighed at his hunched back, fingers skimming over some parts on the workbench near you, but he never even budged, never acknowledged your presence.

Because of him overworking and neglecting himself, his spine was starting to take shape of one of those curly questionmarks he doodled on every aviable space. It was concerning, to say the least...

– I'm disappointed. – this one struck. You knew this one struck. But if pressing on his soft spots was the only way to get his attention, you didn't have a choice.

– Disappointed? – he may have been snorting, he may have been laughing at you, but the subtle way in which his body immediately froze after you words didn't escape your trained eye. After all those years, you knew what made him tick. – Who are you to tell me you're disappointed? Do you seriously think I'd care for-...

Ah, there went the defensive mechanisms of his - denial, insults, feeding his own ego to recompensate for any moderatively hurtful comment directed at him. The whole package. Despite how he prided himself in being an enigma, he was awfully easy to read.

Looking at it, you could understand why some of your friends tried to convince you this was a toxic relationship. Who knew, maybe they were right. But you knew something they didn't - you knew Edward Nigma for all he was, all his faults and strengths, but most importantly, you knew he was but a child trapped in a man's body.

When children threw tantrums, nobody called them toxic - why should this be different? What with Edward's stunted emotional growth, he had little to no control over his feelings and their outbursts. But especially, he had little to no control over what he was saying when they happened - not to say you were never hurt by his spiteful words, but you knew better than to take them to heart.

You wouldn't be here, with him, if you did. And he knew that damn well - he knew damn well that if you didn't care for him you wouldn't put up with his bullshit, and yet, despite how grateful he really was, you never seemed to get the recognition you truly deserve.

Not from him, at least - his henchmen, though... that was a whole different story. There was a reason most of them called you "Mom" behind Edward's back.

– You promised. – maybe it was just as childish of you to cut in with this as it was for him to make a scene over nothing, but if you let him go on, you'd be sitting here for another hour or so.

– In the first place, you shouldn't believe in promises. The world is full of them-... – you were sure he was about to go full Paulo Coelho on you and quote the entire thing if you'd only let him. There was no chance at blowing his own horn that this man wouldn't take.

– So you're calling yourself a liar? – you mused instead, walking up to him to lay your hands on his shoulders - which almost immediately lost some of the tension, mind you – What happened to being the "man of your word"? I distinctly remember you giving me a whole speech, and call me foolish, but I was under the impression you're the type of man to practise what you preach. – pointing out his mistakes like this was satisfying on a petty level, you had to admit that much. No matter what he said, he'd be only digging his own grave and you both knew that. You left him with no room to wiggle, no way to escape.

You weren't stupid, despite him often saying that - he wouldn't pick himself no bimbo or himbo, after all. And in times like these, it was clear he hated you for it.

– You're manipulating me into giving in. – he accused with a pout, crossing his arms, and it took everything you had in you not to laugh then. Nothing but a child, indeed...

– Whatever it takes to get you to bed. – your murmured sweetly, leaning down to his ear, but every intention of placing a kiss under it died once the smell of sweat, grime and motor oil reached your nose – And a shower. Not necessarily in that order.

He rolled his eyes as you scrunched up your face - good lord above, you'll have to visit more often because this man couldn't take care of himself anymore. The only thing he really cared about now was Batman - his humiliation, his downfall, his surrender to the great mind of Edward Nigma, The Riddler, The Ultimate Boss or whatever it is Ed called himself nowadays.

Watching him spiral down into madness over the years really took its' toll on you, but it made Edward need you more than ever. He couldn't even take a bath by himself, it seemed.

– Please. – begging was your last resort, but like you said - you'd do anything to get him to rest. Besides, you knew that making him feel in power was a huge weakness of his - he'd figure out a way to bring you a star from the sky if you'd only said one sweet "please".

And hearing him sigh in resignation, feeling his back straighten and press harder into your hands, you knew you won him over.

– Only because you asked nicely. – he grumbled laying his palms flat on the surface of his desk, preparing to get up. Of course, not before you stole a grateful kiss from him. Good boys deserved rewards, after all.

You'd lie if you said you didn't enjoy the way a blush crawled from his neck up to his ears. No matter how many years passed, this dork still blushed every time you kissed him and it must've been the most adorable thing you've ever witnessed.

– I was serious about the shower. You stink.

You laughed at hearing his agonized groaning. There was no getting out of this one.

***

Despite some minor difficulties, like Edward barely being able to support his own weight, let alone wash himself, you considered the shower a success. After a good scrub and a clean shave, you had your handsome riddle-man back. With triple bags under his eyes and a hairline you were starting to worry about, but handsome nonetheless.

– Are you hungry? – you asked, cupping his cheeks and smiling at the smoothness of them. God only knew that terrible stubble of his was like needles to your skin... But, instead of a proper answer, his head fell onto your shoulder heavily as he leaned almost all of his weight on you.

– Bed. – he moaned and you couldn't help the laugh that escaped you as you patted his still wet hair condescendingly.

Seems you'd have to re-schedule a warm meal to another time. You'd make him something in the morning. Or afternoon, considering it was well after three in the morning and once Edward fell asleep, there was no chance of waking him up for at least twelve hours.

– Of course, baby, c'mon. – you chuckled, tugging him out of the bathroom and leading the way to his office. He had a fatigued sofa bed for when he was caught up with work - which was most of the time. Didn't mean he used it, though. He was the type of man to work himself into exhaustion and fall asleep right where he's standing, only to complain about back problems to you later.

It was a shame he didn't use the sofa more often, too - it was almost unbelieveably comfortable for something that costed less than a decent meal.

– Go on and lay down, – you encouraged, watching as he all but fell onto the sofa – I'll go tell the boys to-...

It was with surprising strength that he pulled you back harshly, apparently not minding the way you literally tumbled into him as his lean arms circled your form and forcefully rolled you over so that his head was laying comfortably on your chest - his favourite pillow of all.

– Or not. – you huffed, rolling your eyes at him as his grip around you only tightened and he nuzzled his face into your t-shirt. Nothing but a big man-child...

– Don't ever stop. – he murmured, so low you barely caught it, once his breathing synchronized with yours and your arms hugged him back as one of your hands went to his head to brush through his hair.

– Hm? Stop what?

You felt his arms squeeze you tightly one last time.

– Loving me.

You watched him fall asleep with a smile on your face. Damn this absolute dork... Like you'd ever stop loving him.

#edward nygma #edward nigma #riddler #the riddler #arkhamverse #my writing #fluff #a sprinkle of angst #geekgirlofarchangels #not my proudest work tbh #but i hope you like it!#i tried lmao

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Glancing over some of my older essays on politics, I’m kind of struck how, despite them not being written that long ago, I feel like I come across as a dumbass, or at least like somebody who thinks they’re much smarter than they actually are. And it’s weird, because most of my views are roughly the same; rather, it’s that I feel the way that they’re articulated comes across as too... I don’t know, smarmy? Smug, maybe? Lacking nuance. Blunt. Like I’m talking down to people. Obviously, this was never my intention, but it’s weird how something that was written while in my early 30′s somehow makes me wince a little... as I rapidly approach being smack-dab in the middle of my 30′s. God, I’ve been in my 30′s for almost 5 whole years now, fuck, where does the time go?

I think being able to come out of the other side of the Trump presidency in one piece has kind of helped add some much-needed perspective, at least for myself. I think the hypothesis that a lot of people who voted for Trump were desperate for some kind of change was proven correct when he failed to be re-elected due to his bungling of COVID, which, funnily (or not) enough, he almost could have looked like he was doing the right thing when he initially wanted to close the U.S. borders... except he’d been trying to restrict travel and close borders so often that of course nobody took such a suggestion seriously. And even if they had? Rich people still would have brought it over, because as we all know, rich people can just get away with all kinds of shit. Of course, once it actually hit, Trump really couldn’t handle the idea of looking weak at all, so instead, it was downplayed, joked about, not taken seriously, even though he’d been briefed that it was going to be really, really bad. And when he got it, and in private thought he was going to die? Well, once he beat it, of course he had to say it wasn’t so bad... even though it killed almost a thousand times more people than the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Most of them were seniors. I think that, as well as a general fatigue and disappointment over the lack of swamp-draining from those who weren’t fanatical devotees, probably sealed his fate. I admit, I wasn’t very sure Biden really had much of a chance for a long time... until COVID happened. But hey, at least we got our stimmy from Trump, right lads?

I’m still fully convinced that Trump never intended to win, and that his run was done purely for ego and financial gain, but his ability to effortlessly bait the media, as well as his unexpected exposing of the sham we all knew presidential elections to be, wound up rocketing him to success. Trump will no doubt go down as one of the most successful conmen in American history, one so slick he wound up conning his way all the way into the White House. The whole thing was like if The Producers was a presidential campaign, fascism included. Granted, I don’t think Trump was ever a true fascist; I think he wanted to be a dictator, but the actual job of being President was a drag. The cult of personality he accrued, however, was the biggest source of narcissistic supply that he’d ever experienced in his entire life. Hell, just being the literal President, the most important person in the entire fucking world, is a hell of a high that I don’t think he’ll ever really be able to reclaim. Trump’s going to be chasing that dragon for the rest of his life. Having “President” in front of your name is a lot nicer than actually, you know, having to be the President. I mean, look at how quickly Obama went gray. A lot of people are convinced Trump will run again in 2024, and I don’t doubt it, but unless something happens that completely throws us for a loop, I don’t see him being able to recreate the, er, “magic” of 2016. Everyone getting to see that, not only was his fanbase capable of having embarrassing public meltdowns just like the le epic triggered snowflake lib Hilary supporters, but that their meltdowns were even more embarrassing, and that they all looked like a bunch of fucking English soccer hooligans during the Capitol siege... well, I think that’s going to put off the swing voters, as well as the moderate Republicans.

Also, that Twitter knock-off founded by Trump’s aide, Gettr, being flooded by gay furries posting Sonic the Hedgehog foot porn? Feels like classic 4chan-style raiding. I approve. It almost feels like we’re healing, even if it’s just a little bit.

But what the fuck did we even learn from all this? What did I learn from this?

I don’t know. It feels like over the time I’ve been on Tumblr, what was once SJW became woke, and being woke has become very normal; so normal, in fact, that fucking massive corporations that use slave labor overseas will change their Twitter icons to rainbow every June because The Gays have become a safe, marketable demographic. On one hand, it’s nice to know that, at least in what I guess is considered the western world, LGBT people are more accepted now than they ever have been. On the other... god, it feels so cynical, doesn’t it? This is all very stream of consciousness, here. I don’t write very much on here since, surprise surprise, Tumblr’s been kind of dead since the porn ban. I still see people post, but it used to be that I couldn’t refresh my dash without seeing dozens of new posts. Now it feels like I refresh my dash and I’d be lucky to see a new post there an hour later. This is why I’m on Discord more. It feels like I have more productive conversations than I ever could on Tumblr or Twitter. Twitter is just... god. It’s like all the worst parts of Tumblr without the parts that made it fun aside from a few memes.

Sorry, I got off track there. The point I was going to make before is that, while I am still very firmly anti-censorship, I’ve managed to put myself in a position where it no longer feels like the stakes are so high. I can relax. I don’t have to feel like I’m on the defense the whole time as somebody grills me over some slip-up. I don’t use Twitter that much. When I do post something in response to somebody, I feel like I instantly regret it. I posted in response to some dumbass spreading a rumor that 4chan’s favorite Simpson’s meme about Sneed’s Feed and Seed is secretly ableist, and I got a response from some dude with an Umaru-chan avatar telling me how he’s proudly racist because he and his friends call each other slurs? Like bro, you’re posting cringe, you’re going to lose subscriber-

I don’t know what I’ve learned yet. Maybe that social media sucks and that chatrooms with friends are the superior way to communicate online. I tried out Telnet recently to go into some random IRC, that was neat. It just feels nice to not have to get into a fucking argument every fucking day over shit that doesn’t matter as much as people thinks it does, to not have to hear about every fucking time the President sneezes or farts. It’s not that there’s no longer anything to worry about; there is. I’d really like to see fellow lefties go after the handful of massive corporations that control the majority of the online experience, who censor not just all the racist white dude grifters in suits who all look suspiciously similar to one another, but us as well. I want to see us raise a bigger stink about the web being santized, sterlized, and gentrified to be friendlier to corporations who only want your precious data and eyeballs. Maybe without the constant distraction of Bad Orange Man, we could make that happen. Maybe.

Or maybe fucking Dream will breathe again and all the fucking children will piss their pants and clog up Twitter, fuck these kids, get off my internet, GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

#not fan fiction #political bullshit

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theemperorsfeather · 3 years

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I posted 2,241 times in 2021

336 posts created (15%)

1905 posts reblogged (85%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 5.7 posts.

I added 1,116 tags in 2021

#art - 285 posts

#angst and woe - 240 posts

#birds - 146 posts

#plants - 112 posts

#insects - 81 posts

#tumblr - 73 posts

#wow - 63 posts

#cats - 41 posts

#loki - 38 posts

#books - 37 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#angry that the fucking stink is going to linger for at least a day because there's absolutely no good air circulation in the stairs/entry

My Top Posts in 2021

Gonna slap a sigil on my next batch of home-canned tomato sauce, call it “hermetically sealed”

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This is one of the most delightful things (source):

Colloquial Persian also uses reduplication a lot for emphasis, where they use a second made-up word stuck on to the original word. The English equivalent is things like “bits and bobs” for various miscellaneous items, rather than just saying “bits” (whatever a “bob” is, anyway). Or to “huff and puff” rather than just “huffing”.

There are a few ways of doing this, and for a full explanation, I think you should see Pontia’s excellent post on My Persian Corner explaining reduplication in Persian.

But a few common examples I hear in Persian are:

کتاب متاب / ketaab metaab, “various books” (duplicating ketaab, “book”)

شیرینی میرینی / shirini mirini, “all kinds of sweets” (duplicating shirini, “sweets”)

کوچولو موچولو / kuchulu muchulu, “teensy weensy” (duplicating kuchulu, “small”)

قاطی پاتی / ghaati paati, “all mixed up” (duplicating ghaati, “assorted”)

الکی پلکی / alaki palaki, “totally at random” (duplicating alaki, “randomly)

Also fun:

khaak bar saram (خاک بر سرم): A way of saying “Holy crap! What (terrible thing) have I done!”, e.g. when you realise you left your phone on the bus. Literally means “dirt on my head”, as in “bury me alive”.

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Couple of useful websites for fires/smoke/air quality; US-centric but some include other fires on the continent:

Fire and Smoke Map: https://fire.airnow.gov/

Shows the actual area covered by smoke, plus air quality levels, plus locations of fires.

Map showing size of fires: https://maps.nwcg.gov/sa/#/%3F/%3F/43.1249/-118.8308/8

And of course, good old InciWeb: https://inciweb.nwcg.gov/incident/7609/

Less graphically intense than the others, but if you click on a fire then you get more info including an outline of its area.

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Booty shorts that say "bad bisexual representation"

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ETA: A really regrettable number of transphobes have got hold of this, so, to anyone coming to this who isn't a hateful person, be aware of that.

According to The Guardian, there is a growing medical consensus supporting the idea that there are three different types of endometriosis, which up until recently had all been treated the same. Though all forms of endometriosis involve tissue similar to that found inside uterine walls growing in other parts of the body, this “errant tissue,” as doctors call it, is not always the primary cause of the pain they experience.

For those with the type of endometriosis that causes painful ovarian cysts, surgery is often the best option. However, new research has found that 80 percent of those who suffer from the disease actually have the superficial form—known as peritoneal endometriosis—and their pain is caused by the ways that nerve endings interact with the tissue, rather than the tissue itself.

Because surgery involves doctors slicing through nerve endings in order to cut out that tissue, it’s likely to cause patients more pain in the long run. Often, doctors attempt these surgeries multiple times.

Scientists have known about the different categories of endometriosis for a decade, but they have only received funding for further research in the past five years. And it is only recently that endometriosis has been taken more seriously: Historically, many doctors have not believed patients who report their pain, despite nearly 40 percent of people with endometriosis reporting pain so severe it has resulted in an emergency room visit, according to a 2020 U.K. study...

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #tumblr #year in review #not too shabby #legit pleased about the numbers on some of those

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godsofhumanity · 3 years

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30 day Ouranos HCs

Hello its online tumblr noob anon here

Honestly i dont really have much to say about Ouranos, he's just not very interesting to me lol but im going to try regardless bcos this is kind of fun

- although gaia and ouranos created many children together, clearly ouranos wasn't that into creation and parenthood and all that stuff since he, you know, tossed his children into Tartarus for seemingly no reason (at least not that i know of). Not sure why gaia created ouranos with this personality then since he's so incompatible with her. Maybe since this is the first time anything or anyone has been created in this way, there are bound to be flaws. Anyway, according to a previous submission, apparently gaia still loved ouranos fullheartedly (at least until the child abandonment went overboard), so i would like to think that despite their differences, gaia and ouranos (well at least gaia did) tried their best to work things out between each other and have a loving functional marriage(?), but it still fell apart in the end

- honestly maybe the reason why ouranos was super not into children was bcos he is the personification of the sky. I interpret this to be he is the personification of the layers of the atmosphere. Barely anything(?) can survive or lives all the way up there (im not talking about birds or flying creatures, those live further down and seem to be in gaia's domain on earth). Since ouranos's domain is so inconducive to life, it would make sense why he just never had that same bond to his creation like gaia did

- idk what ouranos felt when he was betrayed and deposed by his wife and children. It makes sense to fight against it since his kingship over the cosmos is all he knows, but i think after being deposed and living(?) for a while as the literal personification of the sky (like in non-corporeal form i think), he started to understand why this had to happen, in a sort of cosmic, inevitable way. Like it was meant to happen, such is the way of the universe. So i dont think he would really bear that much of a grudge against his titan children who overthrew him and would think this was how the world was meant to be ruled. I think he would come to respect them more, especially cronus

- despite all i said about ouranos not having a loving relationship with his offspring, since atlas (iapetus's son, and hence ouranos's grandson) ends up holding up the sky (and hence ouranos himself) after the titan war, i think ouranos and atlas must have had the closest relationship ouranos is capable of having. Im not sure how this relationship happened or how it was maintained, but when the titan war with the gods started rolling around, i think at some point atlas must have asked ouranos for guidance if he should side with cronus or zeus. At that point since ouranos respects the titans and cronus more than the gods probably, and feels that at this point they still have a right to rule the world (despite knowing that all leaders will get overthrown eventually), he probably advises atlas to side with cronus. Atlas follows ouranos's advice, and when the titans lose, ouranos may have intervened and requested that atlas be spared from being thrown into tartarus. Ouranos may have suggested to zeus that atlas's punishment be to hold up the sky. Zeus relented and so atlas gets to hold up the sky and talk to ouranos whenever he wants lol. Ouranos is like the grandfather who pretends he doesnt care but secretly does deep down. I like to think that ouranos tries to make the sky less heavy for atlas by trying to not put so much weight on atlas to relieve some of his burden, but of course it's still really heavy. Im not sure if atlas ever found out that ouranos intervened on his behalf, but i think that although atlas may complain a lot about having to hold up his grandfather's stinking body for all eternity, deep down he's glad that he can have conversations with ouranos sometimes and he would still rather be here holding up the sky than suffering in tartarus for all eternity

#submission #ANON YOU HAVE A REALLY BIG BRAIN #this is such a good take??#sooo different to the ouranos that i imagine.. but i love ur reasoning for everything #the thing about the sky being incompatible with supporting life for extended periods of time makes sooo much sense i really like that!!#also ouranos and atlas having some semblance of a relationship is such an awesome idea #i'm glad ur having fun with this.. this is superb #30 day hc #ouranos #uranus #anon #anonymous

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tapswitcher-theoneandonly · 4 years

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HhhhhhHHHHHHH @tikara THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THIS MEANS SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

I’m actually really sad because I had some complications getting this to post and ended up losing the original submission because tumblr Stink so if it’s not too much trouble could you resend the images so I could properly save them? I really wanted to post the actual submission but something about it just literally destroyed my tumblr and I lost the submission ;;

But just like,,,,, thank you so so much ;;!!! You could hear the sounds of my hands hitting my blanket as I aggressively did happy flaps when I woke up to this and it literally has made my day before it even started. I love having you as a DJ School mutual and I cannot stress how absolutely thankful I am that you made me anything at all, and also that I’m thankful I’ve found a place to belong in the community at all!! ;v;

#tikara #offbeats #other people’s amazing art #HHHHHHHHHHHH #MOOD JUST HHH #I am still so so sorry tumblr died and I lost the og submission ;;#i was so upset like nooo!!#if that gives you an idea of just how much this gift means to me ;;

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certifiedceraunophile · 3 years

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More Salty asks 👀

18, 21, 5, 4, 3, 7, 10.

ty <3

So sorry it took me so long to answer anon but here's the salt you've asked for

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

God no, wtf kind of logic is that, you can or not do something, as in shipping, or stanning or being an anti, for literally ANY reason including no reason, I repeat, you dont need a single fucking reason, much less a "valid" one, there is literally nothing called a valid reason when it comes to fandom bc all reasons are valid at the end of the day, since it's ffs JUST fiction. If you dont ship/stan something popular good for you, hang out w your rare pairs and fall in love w your minor characters, you want to write terrible fucking incoherent anti-metas about a character that's very popular, go ahead DO IT, literally nothing should stop you, it is not problematic to HATE an objectively good character w absolutely no reason, it's not problematic to LOVE a scumbag character for the shallowest reason, it's not problematic to condone evil acts done by your fav character and praise them and love them for it, it is not problematic to want a character killed simply bc they mildly grate you, it is not problematic to do or feel anything about a character as long as your aware that this character or ship cannot be removed from their fictional world and you are simply judging a fictional object who's actions and principles are bound to the fictional world they exist in and cannot in any way affect the real world beyond the value of entertainment.

--also completely tangential side note but if anybody thinks the depravities or deplorable actions explored in a fictional work can in anyway enable real life people who have consumed such media, to do and/or consider the same, I would politely suggest you to restrain from projecting your grossly malleable mind that's clearly more impressionable the wet stinking cement on to others, bc believe it or not most of us have this innate ability to not only separate fiction from reality, but also pick and choose what media we consume is allowed to influence us in addition to entertaining us--

But back to the point, my answer to that question is no, you are not biased, you are not in denial, you simply choose not to invest your time and energy and mindspace into this one fictional being or couple and that is just about the most valid thing as any.

21.What are your thoughts on crack ships?

absolutely love them, I really wish there are more absolutely WILD ships that have no logical reasoning behind them to exist in the fandoms I am part of.

5.Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Nope. although it has made a ship I was already mildly averse to even more worse in my eyes, but I dont think that counts.

4.Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

Yep and it's a LIST, let's see Steroline, Bamon, Klayley, Klamille, Marbekah, I HATE KOLVINA.

And yeah that's about it, don't get me wrong I dont like many ships and need to click off ff if they are a part of it as a side pairing, but these are the ones I loathe w a passion bc one half of the ship is a character I absolutely LOVE and the other half is just the GREATEST disservice done to said characters,

For steroline- I wish stefan was never fished out from the bottom of that lake.

Bamon- Damon can get his dick skinned.

Klayley- Klaus is a fucking cockroach I agree. but Hayley good god is not helping the situation at all. Same for Klamille.

Marbekah-it's incest yall first of all, and second Rebekah deserves a man who fucking chooses her EVERYTIME and not just once when it's convenient for him.

Kolvina: I-I-do I even need to elaborate?? THE DISSERVICE DONE TO KOL. Christ. I am sorry but this ship I truly hate w a passion too strong for me to even bother playing it cool.

3. Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Nope. But I do block that specific tag/content so that when they post about the specific topic we disagree on I am not able to see it, CURATE YOUR FANDOM EXPERIENCE ALWAYS THANKS, and also having shitty shipping opinions is the last thing you can do to get me fired up and stop talking to you, my bff is both a steroline shipper and a Kolvina shipper, but she's my ride or die, like fandom opinions and thoughts on a fictional character amount to literally NOTHING in real life, and I really hope people understand that, but also at the same time in tumblr specifically, if a blog you follow posts anti-posts about your fav character or something like that absolutely unfollow them if you are not comfortable seeing it? following them to engage in fandom discourse is not something I personally would ever do, but as long both the parties involved are interested in discourse i see no harm, but if youre not willing to engage or even see such content ma'am wtf is it even doing on your dash UNFOLLOW and block the tag please.

[already answered the next q so I'm copy pasting it here]

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

oh lmao I wouldnt have been able to understand this question yesterday, but like today I was again hunting scenes for gifs, and I found that Marcel actually holds no appeal to me, in fact, If Elijah decided to slap his head off, I wouldnt have minded at all. Also I was a forwood shipper at the time but now I look at them and have this inexplicable urge to scratch something.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Redemption arcs, jfc I HATE THEM, mostly bc my ability to perceive villains shuttles between two distinct opposites, "They are depraved, and evil and everything wrong in this world and I LOVE THEM." or "They are depraved and evil and everything wrong in the world and I HATE THEM" there is literally no in between, so in the first case I love them precisely because they are the scourge of the earth, and a redemption arc [not that I've ever seen one done even mildly ok-ish for the characters to actually redeem them] will literally work to unfuck their fuckiness that I absolutely ADORE. So no I do not want redemption arcs for them at all, and on the flip side when I hate an evil character the only redemption I will accept is them being of good use to the maggots that feast on their dead rotten corpse.

This is the ask

#salty asks #anon ask #thanks for the ask anon 🧂🤝🏾🤸🏾‍♀️

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They should make blacksun canon anyway. The bees don't deserve it, queerbaiting or otherwise. It sets a bad precedent for others to follow. Also I've been stung too many times too give a shit about the toxic fandom's accusations or hurt feelings. OR make blacksun sink and have it be the worst case scenario, really rub it in our faces and poor salt on our wounds. I'd rather go for these options than settle for a half assed lukewarm outcome that stinks of non commitment and cowardice. Bring it on!

Look, I get your bitterness on this subject, but this isn’t something I can agree with. I too have been really frustrated with the more toxic bumblby shippers, and I’ve seen a lot of bad and biphobic comments. I’ve been rattled by so many comments saying that people shouldn’t ship Blake with a man, that she’d be less gay if she started dating a man, claiming Blake clearly never liked men, and people calling her a canon lesbian... That kind of thing can be incredibly frustrating and disheartening to hear as a bi woman. But I think there are a couple of important things to remember here.

1. The toxic bumblby shippers like this really do seem to do a very loud and aggressive small (by fandom standards) group, and there are a lot of perfectly fine, welcoming, nice people who ship bb and who have never harassed anyone. I don’t spend a lot of time in the main tags, but I haven’t really seen any hate recently, and a lot of people think the in-fighting is stupid and even call out blogs that are being hateful. A lot of people watch RWBY, and only some of them use Tumblr, and only some of those Tumblr people make it hard and harass people. It doesn’t make your feelings of frustration less valid and it doesn’t make the way people treated you okay, but I just think it’s important to remember that there are more people who would be hurt if CRWBY pulled the rug out from under them like that than just the jerks who think it’s okay to attack others over cartoon ships.

2. This isn’t just about a ship and if they’d be frustrated by a couple they like not being canon, this is about the queer community and the fact that they’ve been capitalized on for monetary gain over and over again while being given crumbs, only to realize they were just getting strung along. I’m a part of the queer community, and it sucks. It’s not just Bumblby here, it’s about CRWBY having promised the queer community much needed representation. To pull the rug out from under not only toxic bb shippers, but literally the whole of the LGBTQ+ community watching the show for the sake of making a point would be just awful, and it’d make other people feel like they can get away with it too. Maybe CRWBY did just give into fandom demands when they started to make bb canon, but to walk back on it now would be total bull, and I wouldn’t stand for it. How I feel about the ship (I don’t like it) and the toxic fans (I wish they’d shut up) pales in comparison to how I’d feel if I found out yet another show tried to string me and other queer people along for eight seasons only to dump us after they thought they’d gotten enough money. That’s the current bad precedent that RWBY has already followed too much (not giving bb the same kind of confirmation of romantic intent in eight years that they gave all their starting opposite sex relationships in the first two seasons.) That would enable the bad precedent to continue further, and other people would follow.

3. There are toxic people for every ship in RWBY. You see more toxic blacksun shippers then let’s say, Monochrome, because BlackSun has more content and therefore appealed to more people. But Bumblby is the biggest ship in the show and the numbers of fics written for them on ao3 is a huge number. There are more toxic bumblby shippers probably by pure volume, and they shouldn’t get to ruin it for everyone else. But if we were stopping all ships that had a number of toxic and mean fans, I hate to say it, but blacksun would have to be canned too. I’ve seen the ‘people only ship bb because they’re gay women’ posts. I’ve seen the ‘It’s like they’re shoving gay people down my throat’ posts. I’ve seen the ‘they’re pretending Blake likes women all of a sudden but she liked men so which is true’ posts.

Look, I don’t ship bumblby and I sure hate the way it’s been executed. But the bottom line is I’ll take a ship I don’t like over giving the whole LGBTQ+ community the middle finger. I get why you’re mad at the bumblby community, but this is just how I feel about it.

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jorstar · 3 years

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👉👈Can I tell y'all what I did today and overshare?

I got up at 6:25 and hit the snooze button till 10 mins b4 I had to b at work like I always do <3teehee and I used dry shampoo on my hair bc I didn't want to take a shower yesterday

I drove to work and listened to the new svt album and was like damn ok game boi game boi game boi I guess

I put on my apron and noticed that the necklace I literally got yesterday fell off sometime between home and getting to work retraced my steps a lil since then and never found it last place It could b cuz I didn't rlly look there is my yard

Had a 4 hr shift today which I never really get days so short but it was relatively uneventful work day

I bought salmon to cook for dinner and some other stuff like I finally bought some flowers to put in my window planter thats been empty but one of them wouldn't scan so I was like well ok whatever free flowers 4 me I guess >:]

looked for my necklace in parking lot on way out and couldn't find it 🙁

Put stuff away when I got home and finally washed dishes that I've been putting off for like a week

Put some kimchi ramen in the microwave

Wondered if I should do laundry and then noticed I had a little blood stain on my sheets so i washed pillow cases along w other stuff

Ate ramen while watching yt on tv and felt really dizzy and light headed occasionally while eating and it was really fuckin weird

Watched stuff on the whole Steven crowder h3 podcast whatever and by that I mean like watching the reactions from the various leftist youtubers I dabble in

Put out trash for garbage man tomorrow I usually put it out every other week bc I don't accumulate a lot by myself but I threw out some nasty expired milk the other day and don't want it stinking up my bin in the hot sun

Watched the new loona trailer w miss lip and was like

Put clean sheets and stuff back on my bed and folded clothes. just folded! Not put away fuck that

Went and got mail and got some ad and threw it away. shouldve got my city bill by now wtf

Wiped down my bathroom counter (and why that's relevant will be clear in due time friend)

Lil TMI incoming but I put in my diva cup it's my second period using it so I'm still in the learning process

Got nakey, put on spotify and took a shower

Got dressed after, put up my hair, washed my hands and cleaned my ears as too get ready for the ritual to come...

Sooo uuuh I pierced both my ears w those disposable kits like I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW bad idea o mine but here I am sitting writing this in the aftermath what's done is done

So then I started preparing dinner while thinking hmmm earlobe be throbbing a lil but I am just so giddy and excited about it

This is my 2nd time making salmon in the oven and Its actually surprising how easy it is..I love salmon

I eat da salmon w broccoli

I drink da water cuz my Google research says u need ta stay hydrated for healthy piercing process o_o

I think about for the 573475th time this week how much I want a cat or dog

I watch more YouTube then get to this point where I feel like I did a lot today and need to revel in the little things a bit and type it all out lmao I never make posts on here then I go and do this shit idk I think today was one of those days where I felt unfiltered like when youre sleep deprived or something but I really would like to post on Tumblr more definitely not to the extent I've shown here but yeah

Now I'm probably going to get ready for bed and watch shit on my iPad until I decide it's bedtime since my shift starts at 5am tomorrow

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station-118 · 5 years

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Adopted

Based off of a conversation I saw in the 911 fox tags between @eddiediaz-buckley and an anonymous tumblr. I saw it and just had to write an imagine. Though I kind of ran with it and made it my own!

Summary: He's a 100% a dog person, but this mangy old three legged cat literally follows him into his apartment. Plops on the rug. Throws up on it. From there on Buck's a cat dad.

Part One, Part Two

He’d been at the store getting grocery’s when he first saw the cat. Honestly the thing looked like it was ready to drop dead at any second. It had three legs, was missing half of it’s left ear, had a huge scar across its left eye, and was missing patches of its orange fur. He’d felt bad for the poor thing and had given it some of the bologna he’d bought.

He hadn’t realized the cat had followed him back down the block to his apartment until he opened the door and the cat raced passed him into the room. The cat had looked around for a moment at his place, seeming to size him up and judge him. Then the cat had made it’s way over to the rug between his sofa and the tv and had just plopped down. Then the thing proceeded to throw up on the rug.

Honestly Buck had no idea what to do. Had the thing just adopted him as it’s owner? Is this how people came to own cats. Did they just force their way into people’s homes and the people just say, ‘fuck it’ and let them stay? He stared at the mangy cat for a moment, and the cat stared back at him, it’s tail flicking around lazily. Then the cat turned away from him, jumped onto the couch, curled up, and went right to sleep.

“Well, looks like I’ve got a cat now,” Buck muttered, setting his bags on the table in the kitchen.

He cleaned up the vomit off his carpet, then put his grocery’s away. He’d have to go to a pet store to get supplies, and he’d have to find a vet to take the cat to. He didn’t know much about cats, but he knew it couldn’t be okay for the cat to be missing patches of fur. But hell if he knew anything about cats, he’s always been a dog person.

The next day he went to the pet store and bought a shit tone of stuff. Cat bed, water and food dishes, a dozen or so cat toys, a collar, cat food, cat treats, a cat carrier, and a scratching post. If he was going to have a cat then he was going to do it right and get the thing everything it could possibly need.

He set all of the cats things up in his apartment pretty quickly, and by the time he was done it looked like he’d always had a cat. And the cat had weaved around his legs, rubbing it’s head against his legs, and purred, almost as if to say thank you. He spent twenty minutes online looking up nearby vets before he found one close by that had a five star rating. He’d called and managed to get an appointment for the cat to see the vet two days from now.

Two days later found him standing in the vets office with his mangy old tabby cat. The vet had been a bit shocked when he’d first seen the cat, and Buck had explained how the thing had just followed him back to his apartment from the store and claimed him as his owner. The vet had laughed, shook his head, and began examining the cat. As it turns out the cat was female and had mange. The vet had prescribed a topical medicine to help with get rid of the mange. And then he’d gotten the shock of his life when the vet told him the cat was pregnant. So not only did he have one new cat, but soon enough he’d have several new cats.

He’d taken the cat home and had just sat on his couch staring at it for a good hour.

“Why me huh? I have no idea how to take care of a cat! And I’m not home half the time! I mean I could get Carla to stop by while I’m at work to feed you,” Buck muttered

The cat just flicked her tail at him and curled up on the couch and went to sleep. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted to call her. He was still thinking of names to call her when there was a knock at his door. He jumped off the couch, the cat giving him the stink eye for a moment for disturbing her sleep and rushed over to the door. He was surprised to see Eddie standing there with Christopher.

“Bucky!” Christopher shouted, hugging his legs.

“Hey buddy! What are you two doing here?” Buck asked, hugging the boy.

“I’ve got some stuff to do that I can’t bring Christopher with me for, and Carla isn’t available to watch him today. And you said you wanted to see him so I figured you wouldn’t mind watching him,” Eddie explained, shrugging his shoulders.

Buck couldn’t help but smile at this. He thought Eddie was never gonna want to talk to him ever again after the fight in the store several weeks ago.

“I don’t mind, we can hang out all day and play video games,” Buck stated, high fiving Christopher.

“Yeah!” Christopher cheered.

He moved passed Buck and towards the living room but stopped for a second when he caught sight of the cat sitting on the couch.

“You got a cat!” Christopher squealed, rushing over to the couch as fast as his crutches would let him.

He plopped down on the couch next to the cat and started to gently pet her. The cat leaned into his hand and began purring up a storm.

“You really committed to the lie huh?!” Eddie asked, staring at the cat his son was petting in disbelief.

“Huh?” Buck questioned, glancing over at Eddie in confusion.

“When you showed up at the store a couple weeks ago and you lied and said you where there to get cat laxatives for a cat you where going to adopt. You really committed to that lie and actually got a cat,” Eddie explained.

“Oh right that. Ugh I’d actually forgotten about that. This was a complete accident actually. The cat just followed me back from the store and waltzed right in and made herself at home in my apartment. Its actually more like she adopted me then the other way around,” Buck stated.

Eddie couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing, tears coming to his eyes at how hard he was laughing.

“Oh my god Buck, only you,” Eddie muttered, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“What’s her name Buck?” Christopher asked, glancing over at him.

“Ugh, I haven’t thought of one just yet. Hey, maybe you could pick out a name for her?” Buck suggested, walking over to stand next to Christopher.

Christopher beamed at this and glanced back over at the cat that was now curled up on his lap.

“Mhm… Bastet!” Christopher proclaimed, smiling down at the cat.

Buck glanced over at Eddie for a second, confusion on his face.

“He’s going through a phase. He’s really getting into Ancient Egyptian history and mythology. Bastet is the goddess of cats, home, fire, sunrise, music, dance, as well as family, children, pregnant women, and fertility,” Eddie explained.

“Oh! Well that’s a perfect name. And guess what. She’s gonna be having kittens soon,” Buck said, kneeling down next to Christopher so he was at eye level.

Christopher’s face lit up at the news and his smile got even bigger, if that was even possible.

“Can I help take care of them when they come?!! I’ll help look after them, and feed them, and pet them!” Christopher rambled, looking back down at the now named Bastet.

He stared at the cat like she was really the reincarnation of an Egyptian goddess. Buck couldn’t help but smile at the boy.

“As long as your dad’s okay with it,” Buck stated.

Christopher glanced up at his dad with wide puppy eyes, and Eddie melted at the look unable to say no, not that he would have said no anyway.

“Yes, you can help Buck with the kittens when they get here,” Eddie agreed.

Christopher cheered, then went back to petting the sleeping cat.

“Well I’ve got to get going now. Good luck getting him to do anything other than pet that cat for the rest of the day,” Eddie stated, patting Buck on the shoulder.

He snickered as he made his way out of the apartment, and Buck couldn’t help but smile. It looked like things where finally getting back to normal with his and Eddie’s friendship after the lawsuit and the argument that ensued because of it. And it was all because of this cat that had adopted him as her owner…

#911 #911 fox #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley imagines #Eddie Diaz #christopher diaz

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ofgeneticperfection · 4 years

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Scarlet’s chain of sweetness

Courtesy of @madamdirectcr

5 THINGS YOU LOVE ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER.

1. Indomitable - She pretty much does what she wants, how she wants, whenever she wants. If she wants something? She manipulates her way into getting it. She doesn’t stop until she has it and hardly anything will sway her otherwise. She’s extremely hard to control when determined and set on a task in mind. She’s hard to control period. She’s got a streak of wild, impulsive, and loves to toy with others be it malicious or just to tease. Her will is near impossible to break and she never believes that she can’t do something even if it is the impossible. Atop of that she’s fairly hard to defeat physically, she’ll bring more than a challenge if ever attack or if a loved one is ever hurt. I’m not saying that she can’t be brought down because she can, but it’s going to take more than a couple of hits.

2. Emotional Depth- There’s not just one tier to Isrieal, there’s a million and it’s a labyrinth. She comes off as cold, arrogant, prideful but that’s the main wall that she hides behind. She’s strong and will exude complete confidence most of the time while being sly, cunning, coy, and whatever else she can throw at you. These are the emotions she shows to the world but the rest she’s buried so deep inside that she forgets they even exist. Inside she’s broken, sad, lonely, tormented but she has her ways of hiding them and biting back the pain that feeling these emotions brings. It’s from the conditions she’s been stuck in for her whole life at Hojo’s mercy and the lies she’s had to tell herself to make it easier to handle. Of course, this naturally makes her volatile with bursts of anger or other strong emotions and if she let’s one slip out they all come spilling out sooner or later. She does have a tendency to use special sedative injections to subdue these emotions whenever she feels any starting to well up. Deep under it all, however, she loves with all of her heart once she is sure that she will not be hurt. She’s always afraid of that in a way, but there is no in between. You have her all or you have her nothing. But once there she is quite passionate and protective and more soft and innocent then she’d originally lead you to think.

3. Manipulative - Life is a game and she plays to win. At least that’s how one survives in ShinRa. She learned from one of the best manipulators out there and now she’s known to even manipulate the Professor himself. She rose herself from experiment to assistant Director by playing him and she plays everyone around as she sees necessary in order to get what she needs. She often shows what she wants to show and nothing more, near every move and every article of clothing is precisely calculated towards whomever she is meeting with. Of course, only if you don’t know her well.

4. Deals with the Devil- Oh yes, she loves to make deals but don’t worry they’re mostly fair and she is one to keep to her word and her promises. Despite her demeanor she is quite loyal when she promises something. If you work out a trade or a bargain she’ll do her best to uphold her end of it, getting you what you want in return. There is a lot that can be traded between science and other departments after all and she’s not afraid to go behind the Professor’s back here and there if it means obtaining something she’s personally after in the end.

5. A.I Alien - Lastly, yes I love the fact she is a hybrid and loves to play with quantum theory and A.I in the future. I always love the sci-fi aesthetics and concepts and the idea of something beautiful having a monster inside. She’s at conflict with this part of herself, often not knowing how to fully accept it but at least she is in control of the cells and not the other way around. She’s also always been focused on uploading consciousness and prolonging and bringing others back to life since she doesn’t age. It’s from there that she gets pulled into quantum theories and eventually breaks through to a system A.I that she makes a deal with to her own advantage, but this is a plot I haven’t touched in a while. Really I love everything about her but these are some fun and dominating concepts.

5 PEOPLE ON HERE YOU LOVE, AND WHY.

1. @animus-inspire Where do I start? Seriously. This was unexpected but yet one of the best things that has ever happened in my writing history. I love love love this ship and all the AU’s of it so much! And beyond that, it’s so rare to get me to talk a lot but I can’t seem to ever shut up around you xD. But, I LOVE talking to you and the connection we have and the fact that we have so many stinking ideas all the damn time and they all get played off each other so easily and that we can share the same obsessions and YES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! But you are also one of the sweetest and most full of life people I know on here and I absolutely love writing with you, you’ve made it so great :3. And you are seriously best Reeve and have made me love all the Reeve. <3

2. @thefirstthaumaturge I’ve known you for about like, well.....well over 10 years xD And I love you more as the years go on. We’ve survived drama days together and now we can laugh about all the stupid RP stuff we did in the past. I also enjoy all of our new RPs and how great its been to see both our OCs grow and thrive in these communities. I also super love talking to you and playing video games with you and watching WestWorld and movies with you. Basically, you make everything super fun and I don’t know what I’d do without you around. I also love how we always manage to say/type the same things at the same time all the damn time xD Digital sisters but its as real as it gets.

3. @shinraweirdscience @xbroken-science @insidious-scientist I love all of my Hojo’s that deal with Izzy’s crazy ass and put up with me so thank you guys! I’m always down for crazy plots and all the trauma that comes with them so don’t ever feel bad about throwing anything at me or damaging Izzy. It’s what makes her her after all. And I find it all a lot of fun. I’m always ears for ideas so let me know!

4. @sadistic-second I don’t write a whole lot with you here but you’re always good company in the voice chats and you make playing games a lot of fun as well. I like our little group we have going on to do all the stuffs. I love all the gifs and icons you make, and the paracord is very creative as well. It’s always cool to see what you can do. Of course I like all the funny things too. @apathetic-ruler I have to say you’re writing is amazing, I love it! I haven’t wrote with your Ru but I love past life Ru xD One of these day’s I’ll figure out what to do with a Rufus I’m sure.

5. @ivory-paragon We don’t write much but I love playing FFXIV with you and being in all your groups. It’s a very fun and enjoyable atmosphere and you make me laugh all the time. If I hadn’t found you I wouldn’t have found any of this awesome community and my great shippy ships that have come out of it. @rikelusshinra I love all of our RP’s and stuff too. You have a super amazing OC that seems to fit right in and I’ve loved writing with Rike. Even if you are busy now. It’s rare Izzy finds ships that work but you are one of those lucky ones that she fits well with and I love all the ideas we play with as well. So to my FFU peeps! Even if we don’t write on tumblr much I still love you both.

Honorable mentions:

@cinderella-gurei God, you are the best Chadley and you break my damn heart all the time in our RPs. Izzy will never forgive herself completely but she’s glad to have you around and so am I! She will protecc forever. <3

@madamdirectcr I love your Scarlet! I want to see what happes :3 @makeupandmateria Another lovely Scarlet I had to mention as well!

5 SONGS EITHER YOU OR YOUR MUSE REGARD AS A ‘GUILTY PLEASURE’ THAT ALWAYS MAKES YOU SMILE.

So okay, I’ve thought about this all day and I’ll do a few categories. Since I revolve around music so heavily and no lie have hundreds of my own music videos in my head for every song I’ve ever heard, yes I’m one of THOSE people. xD

So I’ll start with what I’ve been listening to lately that really fits in with WestWorld Izzy and Logan!Reeve ShinuestiLos xD I can’t seem to get Poker Face out of my head for her and a couple other Lady Gaga songs that fit in Like this one too.

Also I really love these songs but they are so random. This one mostly thanks to ARI, but I can never not listen to it when it comes on. Also Mortal Kombat. This song makes me so fired up every time I hear any variation of it xD. Even now! alkdjfsldjfsdljf, but I do really like this mix.

Then we can’t forget those emo day songs. Mr. Brightside is one I can never resist singing. It’s just so damn good! Then there is Holiday by Greenday and can’t forget Miss Murder by AFI xD

Now I have an extremely long list of electronic type, synth, darkwave, trance, whatever the heck categories they fall under that I just like to call my Robot music xD Here’s a couple with AI themes that I’ll just throw out here. We Appreciate Power and quite literally A.I

And lastly this one reminds me of Midgar so much and Izzy, but I always see her singing this if she ever made a music video. (which apparently she’s made many) But she’d definitely be in front of wall sized windows with Midgar in the background and the labs, and its also why she sometimes refers to it as Electric City, idk who the guy would be singing with her but if you want it to be you just let me know? Lol. After all she is Indistinct. Ill Defined. Uncontrolled. Unconfined.

Tagged by: @animus-inspire (this took me forever Reeeeeve x.x)

Tagging: @thefirstthaumaturge

#THERE I DID IT #Omg #So long #But there we have it xD #Woo!

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