#thank you cor!!! :)

[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!

[cor-is-a-mess]

100% the saddest things i’ve ever googled

[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?

[widevibratobitch]

i think elettra 'idomeneo' and mephistopheles 'faust' should kiss about being the only cunt serving characters with INSANE music in what is otherwise quite lukewarm and lowkey just plain fucking boring 3 hours of very mid opera that should nevertheless be performed more often

[same-pic-rick-roll]

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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

[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!

[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

[deadtower]

Hi, g/t anon here again! I've been reading some of your fics and I was wondering about Tioga's nature and how they came to be in the first place, since the small summary/introduction to Cor Unum mentions they're a fragment of Giratina, but they're also Giratina themselves (if I'm not mistaken)?

I'm gonna read the rest of your fics soon and they might give me the answer I'm looking for, but whether they will or not I hope this ask finds you well and is a good opportunity to discuss your OC :D

VIBRATES EXCITEDLY AAAAA YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I CARE ABOUT MY BIG WURMY TIOGA AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH VOLO AND (STIMS VERY HAPPILY)

FAIR QUESTION okay so. arceus creates giratina. in cor unum world arceus doesn’t IMMEDIATELY banish giratina. they spend some time together first (this is outlined a little bit in the Eucharist chapter of Pater Peccavi). but then arceus does end up banishing giratina to the shattered world.

BUT. a split second before that. giratina fragments a piece of itself off so that it has some connection to the real world. it knows it’s not going to be able to do anything for a long time, especially with such a weak link, but it has to have someone on the other side it can connect to.

hence tioga.

so, basically, tioga is a fragment of giratina — a sliver, really — who doesn’t have any of giratina’s powers or memories and just spends literally 13.8 billion years wandering the world and not knowing why they’re there or what they’re waiting for. and then volo comes along.

volo does the same stuff he does in the game. meets giratina, receives the spooky plate, has his whole “i need to bring arceus down and make it pay for what it’s done to us” thing. the difference is that in cor unum he meets tioga, and neither of them know who tioga is, but volo kind of falls for this weird amnesiac wanderer, and tioga subconsciously knows this is the person they were supposed to meet all this time, but that’s all. so they join up and travel together (with the ginkgo guild) and find companionship in each other.

then. THEN. the events of the game happen. when volo and akari meet at the temple of sinnoh, volo is visited by arceus, who tries to kill him (a la Inimicus Dei). but because volo summoned giratina to the real world just before, giratina and tioga combined (volo doesn’t know this at first). giratina was only able to come to the real world because it had tioga there as a beacon/waystation/what have you. in the game, it’s insinuated volo fed it power to come to the real world, but i always thought that was so vague, i wish they would have shown him being like sick or exhausted all the time because there’s no way one measly human has enough power to bring a god to the real wold, a god that’s been locked in an alternate dimension for 13.8 billion years. just my thoughts. ANYWAY

so tioga and giratina fuse. tioga immediately regains all of giratina’s memories (since they’re the same being) and experiences and feels the crushing loneliness it felt all these years etc etc. saves volo. brings him back to the real world (arceus has him in that weird fucked-up world you face it in in the game proper). has an emotional breakdown because they think volo will find them repulsive now that he knows what they are. the rest of this you can find by reading Inimicus Dei so i won’t spoil it BUT that’s a little rundown of who they are and how they came to be!

tl;dr: giratina split tioga off from itself to maintain a link to the real world to be able to eventually recombine with them and exist in our dimension.

[vpofcookies]

Me when I think of my ocs that I never talk about or draw

[ffriluftslivv]

8 skz songs to get to know me!

tagged by @linoguy 🫶🏻 tysm❣️

silent cry

domino

taste

give me your TMI

god's menu

thunderous

charmer

district 9

[sunderedazem]

OC Interview for Eiri. What is your favorite activity to do with your nephew? How well do the two of you get along with each other?

When was the first time Vette and later Tau called you Riri?

(Post "Ossus Arc" - Eiri has defected back to Zakuul and the Alliance, Corrain has taken the Eternal Throne, and the Jedi are rebuilding on Ossus - but the Republic and Empire are not back at war in my timeline here, so...this is also sort of pre-relationship Eiri/Tau)

My nephew? Did you mean - the little shit with a cocky attitude and the most garbage sabacc face across the galaxy? The little priss sort-of-Jedi with anger management issues? The pint-size busybody idealist that I regularly have to bodily throw out of my combat instruction classes with the Odessen acolytes because he's trying to pretend he's not available to take a joint phone call from the Sith Empress and the Supreme Chancellor? (I mean, I'd hide too, but I'm also not the one leading an empire and an intergalactic alliance) That little brat?

We get along swimmingly, of course!

Well, he'd beg to differ, but I'm sure that's because he's losing the current prank war. Corrain, if you're reading this - the green hair dye comes out, I swear to Nahut you're not going to be a mint monstrosity forever. Take it as payback for conspiring with MY students to let a bantha shit on my desk, you little turd. How did you even get it in the base? How did you get it past your wife and husband? If the unspoken rule wasn't that I Don't Get You In Trouble With The Spouses and you Don't Get Me In Trouble With My Co-teacher, I'd have tattled on you SO fast.

Things you didn't know about one ex-Jedi Battlemaster and Emperor of Zakuul - he's a fucking nuisance. He's also got excellent taste in Zakuulan soap operas through - and by that I mean he bitches at ALL the correct points. No, we don't watch them together, kriff off.

And as for the Riri nickname- I dunno when Vette first came up with it. She was definitely using it fully in place of my name or any stupid Sith titles by the time Vitiate's weird cult of worshippers named me his "Wrath" but...maybe when I bought her sister's freedom for her? I think that might've done it. Quinn hated it, of course, but then I lent him to my ward-sister, Darth Anathemous, and I think he took the promotion to her inner circle quite well. Frankly I think Vette might've done it to annoy me at first, but honestly- she only thinks she's annoying, the little shit. It's mostly endearing now.

Tau's only started using it recently though. I think she picked it up when Vette came by while we were teaching the acolytes the scary end of the lightsaber from the safe one - some of these poor twerps are so incredibly nervous around weapons. it sounds softer coming from her than it does from Vette - like she's finally stopped seeing "ex-Sith" and has started seeing someone else. It's...it's odd, but not in a bad way, it's very...warm. Kind of cozy, really. Is that weird to say?

(fuck i hope she doesn't see this)

(Corrain if you show her they're never finding your body)

(for legal and Lana and Theron reasons, that's a joke)