#thank you cor!!! :)

[chloefraazers]

horizon + animorphs dossier [ battle morph || bird of prey || personal ]

— Horizon Forbidden West PC | part 1

[echo-stimmingrose]

Say it with me now: Thalia Grace turning the prophecy over to Percy by joining the hunters, was not her being selfish.

[garbria]

Cor after a long mission

He looks so handsome a little scruffy 😍

The ever wonderful @wombywoo comes through again with beautiful art of my boy!

[wombywoo]

My art for the @ffxvreversebang2022 event 🎇 So thrilled to have worked with @garbria for this project! Please check out her amazing, accompanying fic here~

[hobbitwrangler]

Your wonderful comments on "Taken" made me curious about your preferences for love/romantic stories!

Name 3 of your favorite fictional romantic couples/pairings, and what do you like best about them?

Thank you for such a fun ask!💚

Okay, here we go:

Faramir x Éowyn - I've loved them since I first read The Lord of the Rings and they were really a landmark moment for me because before them I wasn't really invested in most fictional couples. There was just something so beautiful to me about these two wonderful people who'd both been through so much meeting in such doubtful times and seeing just how wonderful the other person was - particularly for Éowyn that girl deserves the world. The way that they parallel each other, with older brothers who in the end couldn't look after them, the way they've both just lost their fathers, the way she almost died defending her father figure and he almost died at the hands of his father. Also I'm fairly sure 'And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many' rewired my brain permanently.

Odysseus x Penelope - this is a random one but my Grandpa told me his version of the Odyssey as a bedtime story when I was younger. The way he told the story, it was about two halves of the same intelligent, cunning whole trying to find their way back to each other and I find that beautiful (I realised when I was older that he added in more bits about Penelope for me, there was a whole plotline about a heron which is not mythologically accurate at all). I know there are other more 'accurate' versions of mythology which might paint these two in a more cynical light but you know what, the whole point of mythology is that it is fluid and I love my grandfather's version best. (I'm actually going to get the new Emily Wilson translation of The Odyssey for Christmas so I can continue the obsession)

Aravis x Shasta/Cor from The Horse and His Boy - these two were another pair that were really important to me when I was a kid. The meeting while both on the run, how she was so horrendously stuck-up (iconic of her), the way they absolutely cheesed each other off at first, absolutely perfect, what more could one ask for. That line about getting married so that they could argue and make up more conveniently is still the epitome of romance to me, because what more can you really ask for?

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[georgekirrin]

I was tagged by @thetragicallynerdy for a music bingo... sorry my guy I barely even recognise the names on your sheet 😭

Tagging @salem-speaks @filmamir @girlscience @scarabgrant @beccarooni and @dashing-hyphen in case yous want to give it a go :3

[kandidandi]

🌽 cor b

feeds it to the chickens

[trias-tiny-time]

We reached this a few days ago !!!! Thx !!

[hurryupmerlin]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COREY!!

I was thinking "hey, what could I get Cor for his special day?" and someone said "a birthday cake." And I was like "what were you saying? A PWP fic about two traumatised PTSD-stricken clones having sex?" "No, that's absolutely not what I—" "On its way!"

Mal belongs to @riinoaheartilly

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The best thing about life as a deserter might be the afternoon naps. To be able to sleep when you're tired, to not have to torture yourself beyond your breaking point every day in cold mud holes and trenches, where you’re always in danger of not waking up if you allow yourself the weakness of sleep; that's a luxury he would hate to give up again.

No, wait. He needs to correct himself. The very best thing just walked through the door and is now headed for him. Warm autumn light shines through the small window, giving Ami's skin a golden glow. Mal smiles through heavy eyelids, the remnants of sleep still crumbly in the corners of his eyes.

“Good timing,” he says and extends a hand in invitation, “just woke up.”

Ami is wearing nothing but a thigh-length linen tunic that is way too big for him and Mal wonders where he got it, until he sees the telltale misweave near the hem and recognizes it as his own. Either way, it suits him.

The young man's movement pattern is tense though, he takes small tight steps, his face is unusually red.

"What have you been up to now again?" Mal asks with a snort.

Ami wordlessly climbs onto the bed with him and is met by strong arms that wrap him in a loving embrace. The slender body naturally nestles against Mal's flank and Mal dips his head to place a welcoming kiss on Ami's temple.

“Don’t wanna talk?” Mal tries and Ami shakes his head where it rests on Mal’s shoulder.

A beat. Then: “You are not allowed to talk either, okay?” Ami says it so softly, Mal needs a moment to process what he was just instructed to do.

“Okay.”

“You can say ‘stop’ anytime. But nothing else, yes?”

“Yes, Sir,” Mal quips, curious now.

For a moment nothing happens, as if Ami needs time to collect himself. Then a hand comes to rest on Mal’s crotch and the trooper skips a breath. There's not much hesitation after that. It's happening so fast, Mal can hardly adjust his thoughts to the situation. Expertly, Ami works him to excitement with nothing but a firm palm over coarse fabric, and shortly after, Mal is squirming so eagerly that Ami cranes to meet him for open-mouth kisses, giving him a counter-sensation to concentrate on.

"Ami, y—" Mal pants but he is cut off with a noise of disagreement, shushing him. He follows the directive again, closing his mouth ostentatiously and instantly gets rewarded.

A whole new sensation rocks through him as Ami's licked hand slips under his pants. He is warm, but on Mal's searing hot skin the touch seems almost cool around his shaft, gentle fingers curling, releasing, lazily stroking him. 

Hardly anything is left of Ami's initial shyness. He works Mal routinely and willingly in slow strokes down, and sloppy but heartfelt kisses up; and Mal has no idea what he has done to deserve this benefaction but he gladly accepts it.

His body doesn’t even try to hide how much he enjoys it, sedulously growing under Ami's doing. Every stroke pushes him further to full size and when Mal doubts it can get any better, his lover dives down to pull Mal's pants to his knees and closes spit-soaked lips around him. Well, he literally stands corrected, because he quickly learns that up to this point he wasn't yet as hard as he could get. He files it as a pleasant lesson.

By now he's reduced to whimpers, biting back 'yes please's he's not allowed to vocalize, and all he can do is focus on not jerking into Ami's mouth like a proper bastard, despite how much his hips tremble with the need to. Clinging to his composure keeps getting more difficult the longer Ami teases him. He can't remember the last time he was this turned on, or this hard.

He could come like this, wants to come like this, wants to see Ami gulp him down, all soft lips and tongue and red cheeks. The muscles in his thighs tense – and suddenly, Ami releases him from his hot mouth. He nearly complains at the abrupt loss of pleasure, but in the end, all he does is throw his head back on the pillow with a pitiful sigh.

Ami looks up with big eyes full of tentativeness and Mal can’t help but smile at the adorable sight. With a gentle tug on his shoulders he gestures him to come up and Ami follows his request, crawling on top of him to snuggle against his chest.

“That was nice,” Mal rasps, heart still pounding from the excitement. 

Because it really was nice. Completely different from sex with Bruiser, with whom his main concern used to be how to get him to finally shut his fucking face and cum as quickly as possible. This isn’t a hate fuck.

Ami makes a disagreeing noise in response to the words, placing his index finger on Mal’s lips. Mal’s eyebrows shoot up. We’re not done yet, huh? 

He gets his answer in the form of a long kiss that turns from sweet to passionate over the course of minutes. Ami tastes like him at first and that’s something Mal hadn't considered a kink of his, but now that he got a sample, he wants Ami to taste like him all over. 

Somehow, the boy has managed to position himself on Mal’s lap, straddling him as he sits up, and Mal gets overly aware of what position he’s in when a bolt of arousal shoots through him yet again, making him gasp into Ami’s mouth. Ami grinds against him and as it turns out, he’s really wearing nothing but that damn tunic, they’re skin on skin now, cocks brushing against each other, and Mal’s head is spinning so violently, all he can do is place his hands flat on Ami’s thighs in a desperate attempt to ground himself enough as not to just come right there and then and prematurely ruin it all.

Ami shifts his hips, an expression of topmost concentration furrows his brow. He leans slightly forward and upward, bracing himself next to Mal's chest with one hand while reaching for Mal's dick with the other and… the noise Mal makes when Ami alings them is unholy. Ami's cleft is already wet, all slicked up and ready for him, and it trickles slowly into Mal's brain that the answer to 'what have you been up to?' was and is: 'I prepared to have sex with you and went through with it.'

Which is a thing that doesn’t fit Ami at all, Mal wonders. His Ami is shy smiles and innocent giggles and— so fucking sexy how he completely loses control over his face as he eases himself onto Mal's length, with his eyes closed shut tightly and mouth slightly open, making broken little noises of half-pleasure, half-pain.

There's not much Mal can do to make it easier for him. He tries to hold his legs still and helplessly lets his hands roam over Ami wherever he can reach. The need to see and feel more of this amazing human being drowns him. He goes for the hem of the tunic, lifting up the fabric – and Ami's eyes snap open. 

Slender hands curl around both his wrists and Mal lets go of the fabric, which cues Ami to intertwine their fingers and, with a stifling sob, settle deep onto Mal's lap.

A shuddering breath leaves Mal's lungs. He didn't know it could feel like this to be with someone, but he likes it more than he ever would've thought. For once no malice, no hurry to get done with it, no leaning against the next best cold surface, no fists and pain and harsh words just to feel something. Instead, now it almost feels too blissful. It fogs his brain, brings his core to a burn. It's horribly slow and yet not slow enough. Somewhere in him blossom feelings that are new and heavy and sweet, and maybe the tender little plant can become more, maybe it is enough for a sturdy garden that could survive even this freezing winter of obstacles they face.

For a brief moment, Ami's eyes flutter open, taking in the man under him. And if the slight tremor in his body tells anything, it must be that he shares the sentiment.

As soon as he's used to the stretch, his hips start moving. He lets them roll over Mal in a cautious half-thrust and Mal gives in to his desires, jerks up to meet him, coaxing deliciously sweet moans out of his lover as much as himself.

It's careful and loving, full of restraint at first, then they find an angle that fits and Ami loosens up, gets more demanding in the way he moves and Mal is happy to deliver whatever the other needs. They change rhythm ever so often when it gets too intense, when Ami's voice breaks off in desperate whines and Mal's thrusts become so frantic he has to halt altogether until his brain clears.

He plants his feet on the mattress which is giving him more leverage to roll up against Ami. And Ami, good, honest Ami finally does what Mal so desperately wants him to do – he breathes out something that very much sounds like Mal's name. He's gone so thoroughly by now, it takes him a while to come to awareness of what he's repeating over and over, that he's breaking his own rules, but then he lets go of the cybernetic hand to bite down on his own fist and with this, biting back any noises at all, much to Mal's keen disappointment.

Mal reaches for his hand again, pries it away to place light kisses on strained knuckles without taking his eyes off Ami. Their gazes are firmly anchored on each other and Ami's worry only shows in the way he works his lower lip with his teeth until it is swollen and crimson. The sight makes Mal smile again, and for Ami that's enough of an invitation to dip down and kiss him breathless.

Mal closes his arms around him, squeezes him tightly, and allows his hands to start wandering. His fingers cautiously ask permission as they slip under the tunic, lingering briefly. To his surprise, Ami allows it, and Mal's hands explore further, stroking over soft skin and palpable ribs until he dares reach forward, closing his hands around Ami's cock that was caught uselessly between their bellies. With a sigh, Ami hides his face against Mal's shoulder, but he keeps the rhythm they settled on, rocking against Mal in fast, deep movements.

The tension in his abdomen boils up. Mal wonders if he's allowed to warn him that he's feeling the buildup approach overrun, if it would upset Ami if he'd speak up or if it would be worse to take him at advantage like that. But the way Ami clings to him – closer than Mal has ever let anyone get to him – gives him confidence that maybe they really don't need that many words after all.

He makes a little noise and Ami catches on immediately, hums approvingly in response. Mal can feel the chuckle against his shoulder, kisses Ami's neck and Ami's now slow-paced movements draw out even longer as he feels Mal pulse inside of him. 

The orgasm washes through Mal like a wave of electricity. His hands snap to Ami's hips, holding him still as he pumps into him, silent pleas of ecstasy written on his face, followed by mute curses of overstimulation, bracing himself with shuddering legs, chasing and letting it go until he's lying there boneless, reduced to heaving breaths and sweat.

He hardly had a chance to enjoy his afterglow when Ami stirs, detaches himself from him, unpinning the fingers still on him and Mal looks up.

"Well, that was… not how I had imagined our first time." He tries to lighten the strangely tense mood with a half-laugh. He'd never complain about the initiative, no objections to a surprise fuck. But when he had fantasized about sleeping with Ami, it had always involved a lot more romantic atmosphere, naked skin and words of praise.

To his utmost horror, tears start forming in the brown eyes he's looking into.

"Ami…," he tries, reaching out, but Amiss is crying now as if he unplugged a dam, backing away from the touch as Mal reaches out a hand to him and Mal's stomach twists in shock.

"I'm sorry," Ami croaks, throat tight, "I'm so sorry. I know it's selfish. I wanted to sleep with you so badly and I ruined it."

Mal is so appalled that the "what?!" that bursts out of him is far too loud for the quiet room. Ami flinches like a dog used to a beating and when Mal tries to make up for his mistake, wants to kiss him and calm him down, Ami jumps out of bed. His legs don't support him yet, still too shaky from the effort, and Mal gets up to look over the edge of the mattress where the cute idiot he fell in love with is sitting on the floor looking utterly crestfallen. For a hot second, Mal is on the verge of panic. He hates seeing Ami like this and he hates even more that he’s the reason for it, but the whole situation is so ridiculously wrong it's really hard to stay serious about it.

"I didn't mean it," Mal says, voice like dripping honey. "You didn't ruin anything. Please come back to me."

Pretty eyes look up to him through wet lashes. When Ami makes no move, Mal decides he's not gonna let Ami humiliate himself any longer, and he gets out of bed to pick the fightless boy up bridal-style. He still weighs frighteningly little, Mal notices. Carefully, he sets Ami down on the sheets and lies with him, cautiously approaching, inch by inch, until Ami turns to face him and closes the gap to bury his face in Mal's chest. It’s a relief he feels in every limb.

Mal's hand strokes dark bristles of hair, just grown out enough to let his fingers comb through.

"It was different than I thought it would be. But it was still amazing. You are amazing."

Amiss is curling into a ball against him and Mal chuckles.

"Wanna try it with speaking next time?"

"Next time?"

"I mean, I hope there's a next time. If you want."

"Yes…"

"Do you want to finish?" Mal offers, his hand gliding over Ami's hip, directed towards his front but Ami shakes his head no with a little noise and Mal keeps petting his side instead.

They lie like that for a while. At some point, Mal has the mind to pull the covers over them and from then on Ami starts to gradually uncurl in the warmth.

He wonders what's up with the two sides of this coin. How a man who certainly has a fair share of sexual experience according to the way he acts, at the same time seems so frightened by his own needs. Mal hopes he gets the chance to find out one day.

Eventually he asks, "Are you going to flee if I get up?" There's concern seeping through Mal's voice that he had planned to conceal. "I'll go get something to clean you up."

The concept of aftercare seems utterly foreign to Ami if the look of confusion is any hint. Ami only agrees after Mal reassures him with a kiss that drags on longer than he had planned for. Ami keeps chasing after his lips for seconds and thirds and Mal just gives in every time like a lovesick airhead. But who could blame him? He needs to hear it.

"I'll stay."

[9w1ft]

taylor's next live event being at levi's studio is making me giggle. titter, even. teehee

it’s a thing that is happening 😆

[cor-corbinian]

As a frequent reader of more side character centric fics I fully believe more people should use the Character-centric tags. It would make finding new fics so much easier.

[garbria]

A scene from my fic Have a LIttle Faith, by the wonderful @wombywoo

Cor celebrates after finding out that he and Nyx are engaged!

Her art is amazing, I can't recommend her enough!

[sunderedazem]

What is Corrain’s relationship like with Kira and Scourge?

AHAHAHAHAHA okay this is a FANTASTIC question but about half of it is pretty dark, lmao (not Kira she's perfect <3)

So, Kira and Corrain. Prior to a certain Fortress Incident, they're fast friends - the only people closer to him than she is are his crechemasters (who end up murdered by Sith on Alderaan) and Orgus. She helps him cope with the grief of losing Orgus so suddenly and so soon after the creche he grew up in was destroyed, and in return he supports her and believes in her even against the Council. I wouldn't say they're inseparable, and they're definitively not romantic, but the platonic bond there is extremely strong

Part of this is because Corrain is four years younger than Kira despite being promoted to Knight earlier, and while he has more Jedi Experience, Kira has more real life outside the Order experience. So they both end up learning a lot from each other while she's his Padawan - though he's insecure about teaching her at first, he grows far more comfortable with the situation once they realize they're teaching each other more than anything.

After the Fortress, however - Corrain pushes everyone away, both out of misdirected anger and self-loathing, and the crushing guilt he feels regarding his time as the Emperor's personal weapon. Kira isn't exempt from this closing-off by any means, but she is one of the people that keeps trying to needle through his walls and get him to start healing. The pressure is necessary, for sure, but it hurts their relationship for a long time afterward while he's being treated for the trauma he'd undergone. Ultimately he's able to apologize for being so guarded and defensive, and heal the rift in their relationship, but that's after the KOTXX arcs once Kira and Scourge arrive to talk with the Alliance regarding Tenebrae's escape into the ether (again).

Now...as for Scourge.

Corrain's relationship with him is EXTREMELY convoluted and entirely an unhealthy onesided dependency throughout most of the "Chapter Three" events. Corrain is blatantly aware that Scourge is and was manipulating him (Scourge isn't trying to be subtle about it) and yet he's so incredibly destroyed by what happened to him on board the Fortress that he lets it happen - even embraces it, to some extent. And Scourge takes blatant advantage of this - of Corrain's bitter, angry, mistrustful state and just keeps influencing him, keeps trying to pull him to the Dark side. A lot of really fucked-up torture, both psychological and physical, happens to Corrain on board the Fortress, and Scourge orchestrates a lot of it in order to frame himself as "the reasonable one" who's at least honest about wanting to use Corrain for his own ends.

However, at some point Scourge starts to understand that Corrain will never completely Fall, not while he's sane - and more to the point, he starts to understand that Corrain is stronger when he's not falling to pieces due to unresolved trauma. This comes to a head when Corrain finally faces off against Vitiate, nearly killing himself in his single-minded drive for vengeance and freedom. Scourge is the one that finds him as the Dark Temple is collapsing and Vitiate's ghostly presence is retreating - and after Corrain spends a week in the kolto baths and even longer in the critical care medbays, he decides that an unstable Darkside Corrain is actually more dangerous and less effective than a stable, Lightside one.

It's only after this semi-death of Vitiate's and the ensuing Jedi Therapy Corrain puts himself through that their relationship starts to transition from one of Handler and Weapon to one that's a lot more equal. Scourge starts to begrudgingly acknowledge and even approve of Corrain having agency over himself - and Corrain stops looking to Scourge for correction and direction. They stay odd Sith Confidants - Scourge is the one person Corrain can trust not to care when he's feeling violent, and Corrain is the one person Scourge trusts to at least listen when he's trying to plan.

By the time of KOTXX they're...not quite friends? But there's a mutual respect there, and an understanding that between them there's a space where the dark side is allowed to and does exist - Scourge has seen and contributed to Corrain hitting his lowest lows, but he also kept Corrain from breaking entirely on the Fortress and...well. There's a lot of resentment and gratitude and admiration all in one.

There's another layer to their relationship as well - but it's a darkfic layer, and I don't think I'll directly put it in "Crescent Moon Rising" so it'll just stay in my head, lmao

[altrxisme]

@swordofthreekings sent games (Jo)

🐝  *  ―  𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝒀 𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺. // still accepting!!

Johanne had been joking when she suggested it, merely offhandedly mentioning it in conversation. She hadn't expected Cor to actually consider going along with it, assuming he'd think it childish.

The rules of Too Hot were simple enough: keep kissing, no stopping, no touching whatsoever, and loser does whatever the winner wants. The obvious outcome to it was something that entertained her thoughts, knowing herself well when it came to physical affection.

So despite knowing how it might end, why was she sitting between Cor's legs as he sat against the headboard of the bed, making out with him with her hands spread on her thighs?

Because he teased her that she'd lose in a heartbeat. With a smirk no less.

Behind her level-headed demeanor, she still had a bit of a prideful streak that few were able to pluck at.

[ashipiko]

I can't explain why, but I get Hinata Shoyu vibes for your fictional ship. Maybe it's the cutie sunshine energy you'd exude.

Maybe it's bc Hinata also gives ace vibes but who knows

ASK GAME!

OH. THIS KID. SO FUNNY STORY!!!! UH

art creds

YOU SEE THIS. YEAH. SO FUNNY STORY AHAHA I ALREADY SIMP FOR AKITO (ginger on left) AND YALL KNOW MY HISTORY W ACE (ginger on right) SO I FEEL LIKE. IF I EVER GET INTO HAIKYUU ITS JUST FATE THAT THAT KID’LL BE NY FAVE

it’s the ginger disease. it’s so BAD