#the more i write the more i stumble across plot holes

[iwantacoolusernameman]

Will I ever finish this fic? *screams* *inhales* *screams louder*

[waveworn-rover]

I'M A NASTY DOG! Pt.1

Fleeting touches and breathless kisses, they just can't seem to let you out of their sight. You know what happens next, don't you?

Content: 18+ sexual content (minors don't interact please), all content will be consensual :)

Description: wlw established relationships (fem!reader), plot with smut, fingering (changli), Jinhsi has a cock, strap-on use (rover), hinted rough(ish) sex (rover), pussy eating (zhezhi), vibrator use (baizhi).

Characters: Changli, Jinhsi, Fem!Rover, Zhezhi, Baizhi

Note: Part 1 of a two part fic and my first smut fic ever (yipee), I wanted to write for the wuwa women due to the lack of fics so i made a whole blog for them lmao. This is kinda experimental since I'm not used to writing smut, so it'll be a mix of plot and smut. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Changli

The harsh winds that descend upon the snowy lands of Mt.Firamament have done nothing to ease your anxiety. You shiver, hugging your frost-bitten body as you blindly walk around, searching for your lover. Changli had been uncontactable for the past few weeks, ever since she had gone to Mt.Firamament with the rover. She told you not to worry, "It's but a simple matter, my love. I'll be back before you know it." What a lie that was.

Upon hearing the news of a blast occurring on the mountain, resulting in the time barrier placed by the sentinel to be removed, you had expected Changli to return to you by now- but to no avail. Which brings you here now, in the snowy plains of Mt.Firamament, using a tracker to find your lover. But as the surroundings grow colder and your body grows weaker, you make the crucial decision to stumble into a cave to take cover from the harsh weather. Cold and very much fatigued, you slump against the cave wall, soon falling asleep.

You don't know how much time has passed, but you wake up to the feeling of warmth- one that seems all to familiar.

"Seems that you're awake now, hm?"

You startle, looking up to find Changli sitting across from you, a tense smile on her face. "Changli! How did you- I-," you stutter, scrambling up to hold her close. She all but chuckles, moving closer to you.

"Naughty girl, didn't I tell you time and time again not to worry about me?" Changli coos, brushing your hair back to get a better look at your tired face. "Now look at you, dirty and hurt from the harsh weather. Tsk- you seem to forget that you can't keep yourself warm without me."

You whimper shamefully, yes- you had fully known that she was more than capable of keeping herself alive in this place. Her forte is useful for keeping her body warm amidst the snowy mountain. Yet you couldn't help but worry, she was your lover after all.

"I'm sorry... I was just- I was worried."

Changli merely hums, pulling you closer to her warmth. You feel the heat emitting from her body, and the feeling of her warm lips as she kisses yours. "It seems that you're still cold, my love." Your eyes widen as you become trapped under her cunning gaze. "Let me warm you up."

"O-oh...!" You let out a soft gasp, your back arching as Changli grabs your ass. "Changli, wait- ah!" She flips you onto your back, carefully laying you down on the soft pelt of fur below you. She wastes no time in removing your underwear as her hungry mouth attacks your bare neck, marking you up. All you could do is moan pathetically, your body writhing under her hot touch.

Her hand spares no moment to waste, fingers dancing across your sensitive skin. Your legs tremble as you feel her touch against your aching folds, desperate to be pleased. You moan out her name, your voice shaky with anticipation. "Relax for me, darling.", she whispers into your ear, a subtle command for you to give her access into your warm hole. Her sultry voice, paired with those warm fingers of hers gave you no room for disobedience.

In a matter of mere seconds, she had you trembling and shaking, her warm fingers thrusting into your wetness with a fury that could rival her flames. The sound of skin against skin, the brush of her palm roughly bumping against your sensitive clit was proving too much to bear. You grip her other arm tightly, your eyes watering from the pleasure.

"C-changli...! Please- please don't stop!"

Changli pants above you, your whorish moans make her pulse with desire. Leaning down, she kisses you with fervor, angling her wrist so that her fingers hit that spot in you that's just right. Your body tenses and you grab onto her, your nails raking down her smooth back. With a precise thrust into your pussy, she presses down on your sweet spot, making you cum. Your back arches into her body and you moan loudly, but it's alright. After all, no one else but her can hear your screams of pleasure in this cave. Changli eases you through the orgasm before slowly pulling her fingers out. Still leaning over you, she sensually licks her slick-coated fingers, making you shudder.

"Good girl..."

Some people praise Changli for her behaviour, in which when she sets her sights on something, she doesn't stop until its in her grasp. Well, you suppose you can thank her for that when you both went for a couple more rounds, perhaps... five more. By the time she brought you to your last orgasm, you were nothing more than a moaning mess sprawled on the pelt. Changli didn't seem fazed at all, a slight blush on her face, maybe her back had been scratched up by you, paired with lips turning red from how much you both kissed.

Changli laid beside you, pulling you closer. You snuggled into her embrace, earning a thoughtful hum from her.

"Thank you... for coming out here to ensure I was safe. I don't want you to do it again, but still, thank you.", she mumbled, voice laced with affection and worry. She won't let you risk your life like that for her, not any more.

"I'll take a week off once we get home."

You smile, kissing her soft skin. Although you were too tired to speak, lacing your fingers with hers let's her know all that she needs to know. Changli smiles, tightening her grip on your hand.

"I've been away from your touch for too long, my flame."

Jinhsi

The magistrate of Jinzhou has always been a busy person. With workloads of documents to read, varying problems of the people to listen to paired with her own self doubts, Jinhsi was the busiest woman in Jinhzou. Though she spends her days hunched over her desk in the ministry office or making her feet sore by traversing the whole city, her one salvation comes in the form of her lover- you.

With another round of work completed, Jinhsi sighs tiredly as her day ends. She misses you dearly, noting how she barely had time to head home these past few days due to her job. Jinhsi adjusts herself in her seat before reaching out for her terminal to call you. As usual, you answer in the blink of an eye, never one to keep your lover waiting.

"Jinhsi! How are you, darling?"

Jinhsi stiffles her growing grin, ecstatic to hear your voice. She coughs lightly, clearing her throat before replying.

"I'm doing well, my love. In fact, I've just completed my work and should be free for tonight. I'll be home soon."

Jinhsi can't help but smile broadly as she hears your happy squeal from the terminal. How she missed witnessing your happiness in person, at least she'll be home soon. A few minutes of chatter later, you both hang up the call. Jinhsi heads down the hall, confirming her leave with Sanhua before finally heading home to you.

As soon as Jinhsi gets home, she opens the door, bracing herself for an onslaught of your affection but instead, there was no one to greet her. Confused and mildly disappointed, she calls out your name, searching through the house for your presence. After minutes of searching the house to no avail, Jinhsi barges into the bedroom. A chocked sound escapes her lips as her jaw slacks in shock to find you laying on the bed, dressed in lingerie that barely covers your body, a familiar collar dangling in hand.

"Welcome home, dearest magistrate. Or should I call you...puppy?"

Jinhsi breaks into a full blown blush, stuttering and jumbling her words. You all but chuckle, amused at her reaction. Perhaps it has been quite some time since you've both last made love, it seems that she has forgotten her place- under you. You rise from the bed and saunter over to the distressed and evidently horny woman, clicking the collar in place to her neck, giving it a nice, deliberate pull.

"Ah-"

Jinhsi doesn't even have time to retaliate, her lips immediately being engulfed with yours. She doesn't fight your dominance, letting you take control of her pleasure. You grip her hips, pulling her even closer to you. Your bodies press against each other, letting you feel her breasts against yours and, well, her protruding cock.

"Looks like my sweet girl is getting impatient. Let me take care of that..."

Pinning her against the door, you kneel down to face her crotch. You come face to face with her adorable boner, chuckling softly when Jinhsi whines in embarrassment. You pull down her underwear, watching her cock slap against her tummy, precum leaking from the pink tip. You press a teasing kiss to her stiff cock, earning you a desperate groan from her.

"Please...d-don't tease me..."

You raise an eyebrow at her shy plea, standing up. You kiss up her neck, your ears blessed by her soft mewls of pleasure. Without further ado, you pick Jinhsi up and carry her to the bed. She let's out an unexpected squeal, holding you tightly. You lay her on the plush bed, leaning over her anticipating frame. Her body shivers, cock rock hard as she waits for your next command. You smirk knowingly, spreading your legs, giving her a glimpse of your wetness.

"I'm going to ride you now, pup. Are you ready?"

Jinhsi nods, too shy for words. Her usual calm demeanor is nowhere in sight, instead replaced by a fumbling mess, desperate for her lover.

"Words, darling. I need to hear your consent.", you drawl, resting your hips right above her cock. Jinhsi whines, grabbing at your thighs. "I'm ready- I'm ready! Please...!"

You snort in amusement, the ever so powerful magistrate of Jinzhou reduced to a mere mess, all for you. The sight turns you on even more as you align her cock with your folds. The gathered arousal between you both made the penetration slick and painless, filling you all the way. Jinhsi snaps her hips into you in reflex, unable to control her body in liu of the sensation of your gummy walls.

You shudder, feeling her cock twitch inside you. With a groan, you lean forward to capture her wrists in your hands, pinning her arms over her head. Now reigning full control, you slam your hips into hers, bringing full pleasure to you both.

"Oh, puppy... such a good- ah! Such a good girl for me..."

Jihnsi could do nothing but snap her hips to meet yours while she herself whined pathetically. Soon, the combined movement brought your pleasure to the peak as you both came at the same time. Slowly, you rise up, panting above her. A mixture of your combined cum drips out of your pussy and onto her belly, earning a shudder from the whinpering woman. Jinhsi whines at the loss of your warmth, immediately clinging onto you. You laugh, caressing her head as you pepper her face with soft kisses.

"Welcome home, my dear Jinhsi."

Fem!Rover

For the past few days, you and Rover have been traveling around the outskirts of Jinzhou on a quest to complete missions for the pioneer association. Given that Rover didn't have any major plans, you both had agreed to help the pioneer association with some light work, that being taking down tacet discords. As a resonator yourself, Rover was confident enough in your abilities to let you follow her. Still, she was somewhat protective of you, but you don't mind. You find it attractive when she helps you out in combat, giving you a chance to admire her muscular build.

Caught up in your daydream, you fail to notice an injured spearback approaching you from behind, it's claws gleaming with the intent to strike you down.

"Watch out!"

You gasp, turning around at the right moment to find Rover slicing the tacet discord's paw off before finishing off the monster. Your breath shudders and you feel weak in the knees. Unconsciously, you grip onto her outfit. Rover immediately holds you in her strong arms, pulling you close to inspect you for any harsh wounds. After checking that you were unhurt, she let's out a soft sigh, hugging you tightly as you tremble.

"You're alright... I told you that I wouldn't let any harm come towards you, didn't I?" Rover chuckles softly, but you could hear the strain in her voice. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak in this moment.

"Come, let's collect our reward from the pioneer association. Then we can finally go home for tonight."

It was nightfall when you both arrived at the association's main building, luckily you were able to claim the... 'special' reward, as they called it. You're not sure what's so special about it, but considering it was a wrapped box, you had to wait until later at home to open it up. You yawn, holding onto Rover's arm as you both walked to your shared home.

Once arriving home, you take a shared bath before taking some time to relax in the living room. As you sip your drink, Rover sits beside you, holding the box in hand. Leaning your head on her shoulder, you prompt her to open it up. To your honest surprise, the special reward was something you never expected.

"Is... Is that a strap-on?"

Rover didn't reply right away, making you look up at her. Her face was impassive, but a bright blush adorned the tip of her ears.

"Rover? Are you alright?" You reach out, brushing your fingers against her cheek. Rover takes hold on the strap-on, turning it around in her hands before she turned to you.

"I want to use the strap-on. Now.", she growled out, her arm holding your waist to keep you close. You could see the how serious she was as you looked into her eyes- it was akin to staring at a hungry predator. You stuttered, feeling your heart beat faster as your body heated up with the familiar feeling of arousal.

"Please."

"...oh," you mumbled softly as your foreheads connect, letting you feel her breath against your lips, "I don't mind... I mean, we should make the most out of the reward, right?"

Quicker than you could comprehend, Rover claimed your lips with hers as she lifted you up with an arm, holding the strap-on in her other hand. You cling onto her, the sound of your combined whimpers and her groans echoing through the house as you made way to the bedroom. She laid you on the bed, giving you time to undress as she fastened on the harness.

Rover wasted no time in prepping you for the strap-on. She lifts your hips, using her hands to hold your lower body up as she eats you out. You cry out in surprise, gripping blindly at the sheets as her tongue prods your sensitive entrance, showing no mercy in her attempts to be drenched in your arousal. In less than 5 minutes, she makes you cum for the first time tonight, your arousal dripping down her chin. Her golden eyes gleam with satisfaction, taking note of how your body trembles for her.

"I love the way you taste," she groans, adjusting your body to line the faux cock with your folds, "but I like it better when you (s)cream for me."

With that, she thrusts the cock into you, your orgasm from earlier aiding in the penetration, leaving you with nothing but the feeling of being full. As time passed, the sounds of sex amplify in your bedroom. The bed creaks with your passion as Rover fucks you deep, hitting your good spot over, and over, and over again. The harsh collision of her body with yours sends jolts of pleasure to your clit, making you moan out and cling to her as she ravages your body. She takes you- claims you with an almost primal look in her eyes. She spares your body almost no mercy, biting and sucking your neck as well as gripping onto your thighs till her nails form crescent moon shapes on your skin.

"R-rover! Ah- haAh! Please don't s-stop, want you to cum in me!"

Your delirious bable stuns her for a brief second, causing you to whine in confusion. She pants above you and the moment you see that look in her eyes- the golden gleam intensifying, you know you're done for. She holds you closer, her lips right next to your ear.

"Bite my shoulder if it gets too much. I don't want the neighbours complaining about the noise you'll make when I breed you."

You nearly scream when her hips snap into you, the faux cock kissing your cervix. Doing as she told, you bite her shoulder as she absolutely rams into you, her strength unwavering. She brings you to your high multiple times, only stopping to ensure you were alright to continue after a water break and resuming the feral fucking soon after. By the time you were spent, legs shaking and drool dripping down your chin, it was almost close to dawn.

With care, Rover takes out the strap-on from your quivering hole, earning a tired moan from you. Discarding the harness, she adjusts your body as you both lay down together in bed, preparing for sleep. After a much needed glass of water for you both, you snuggle up to your lover, content and happy to be in her embrace. Rover was quite for a while, drawing circles on your back to lull you to sleep.

"You almost got badly hurt today," she mumbles solemnly. You tense, a frown on your face. "I'm sorry, I got distracted."

Rover hums in response, her grip om you tightening. Yet her touch was not painful, it was comforting. "I promised to keep you safe, but you have to help me out too, okay?"

You nod, pressing a gentle kiss on her collarbone. "I promise."

"Forver and always."

Zhezhi

You've always known Zhezhi as an excellent artist. Ever since that faithful day- where you both met as children, you've always associated art with her. It was that day when she opened up your dull eyes to the colours of life, her talented hands commanding the brush like it was a part of her. It was no surprise that you soon became infatuated with the girl, insisting on sticking by her side even when you both had grown older. Your families- despite their seemingly uncaring attitudes, would never dare to come in between you both. It seemed that fate itself had decided that you were meant for each other.

You weren't the only one who agreed that Zhezhi was a wonderful scholar of art. There were many in Jinzhou that would pay a high price to obtain her paintings. With all that said, who in Huanglong was this baffling idiot you see- yelling at your Zhezhi?

"I told you I wanted it by today! Can't you work up some resonator magic to paint it faster? I don't have all week!"

You grit your teeth as the man yells at your lover, eyes narrowed in fury. Zhezhi was naturally shy and incredibly soft hearted, something you found endearing about her. But now? Watching her sob quietly as she gets berated like a lowly servant? It makes your blood boil, so much so that you had to take a deep breath to avoid suddenly activating your forte.

"What seems to be the problem here, sir?", you drawl, sauntering up to them. You sneak a hand around Zhezhi's waist, pulling her closer to you and letting her weep into your shoulder. You fix an icy stare at the man in question, your gaze making him stumble over his words in sudden fear.

"W-well, you see, Zhezhi said she needed a week to finish my commissioned painting- but it's not like I have time to wait, yknow? I'm a busy businessman, I've got places to be, people to meet. I simply can't wait! I thought that since she's a resonator, she should be able to finish the painting quickly, so I-"

Before he could even finish his nonsensical babbling, you place a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him, your grip almost painful enough to make him cry. Almost.

"Let me get this straight, sir. You yelled at Zhezhi for not completing a commission she told you would take a week to complete, despite it not being the deadline yet?" A strained smirk appeared on your lips as you tilt your head, as if trying to comprehend his stupidity.

"Do you think Zhezhi is some kind of robot? Even as a resonator, she needs time to complete a painting that would usually take months to be done. Can't your small brain comprehend even the most basic sense?"

Your retaliation makes him whimper, a shameful noise that makes those passing by laugh. He quickly apologises, telling Zhezhi to take her time with the commission while paying her extra for his mistake. You sneer as you watch him leave, walking away with a still sobbing Zhezhi. Heading to your shared home, you hug her close, whispering soft reassurances into her hair. Once she calmed down enough to talk, you wiped her tears away and fetched her a warm cup of green tea.

" ...Thank you, for helping me.", she mumbled, an embarrassed blush adorning her face. You shake your head, pressing an affectionate kiss onto her hairline.

"It's nothing you should apologise for, love. It's not your fault he was being an asshole."

Zhezhi snickers, slapping your shoulder playfully. You smile, relieved that she's not too down about the situation. Well, that was what you initially thought. Yet you know her all too well, the slight downturn of her lips was enough of an indicator that she was still feeling down about the whole situation.

"Zhezhi... it really isn't your fault, yknow?", you mumbled, connecting your foreheads together. She met your gaze, sniffling softly. During times like these, you know just the thing to. You lifting up her hand in yours, you press a kiss to her palm, slowly inching up to her collarbone. Zhezhi's breath hitches as you nibble her neck, giving her a hickey. Seeing how she doesn't show any discomfort, you tease her hips with your fingers whilst marking up her neck. An all out attack in her senses leaves her whimpering for you.

You nip her sensitive ear, earning a meek squeak from your lover. She holds onto you, a desperate whimpering mess- all for you. Despite your usual... rougher intimate moments, whenever Zhezhi gets sad like this you've made it a tradition to comfort her with affectionate sex. Toning down on your teasing, you pepper her face with playfully kisses, making her squeal.

"H-hey! That's not fair!", she laughs, hiding her face in your neck. You simply chuckle in response before parting her legs and kneeling down to face her pussy. You'll never get tired of how expressive she is, finding satisfaction in the bright blush adorning her face. Removing her underwear, you lick a teasing stripe through her slit, causing her to twitch and moan.

"Prepare yourself, love. I won't stop till your wetness is all I can taste."

You dive in, sucking on her sensitive clit. Your alternate with tongue fucking her pussy, groaning when you feel her clench on your tongue. The stimulation was mild at first, but your expert skills brought her to heights of pleasure.

"Ah- wait, hyAh! S' too much- hmph!!"

She grips your head and you growl at the interruption, bumping your nose against her clit. You hold her thighs apart with your hands, feeling them twitch as she slowly looses control over her body. You increase your pace, making Zhezhi scream in pleasure. She tries to run away but you hold her down firmly, reassuring her.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Just one more, give me one more." Zhezhi trembles, her pretty eyes shining with unshed tears. She nods, staying still for you to work your magic. Determined to bring her to one last orgasm, you suckle her folds as your fingers play with her clit. Unable to hold back, Zhezhi arches her back with a raw scream of ecstacy, squirting all over your face, her essence dripping onto the floor. You drink her up, being careful to avoid overestimating your lover.

"Haaah... ha...", you get up from your spot on the floor, kissing up her body as she pants from the aftermath. While you had wanted to spoil her with soft sex, something in you knew that she was craving more. So you decide to spoil her with the best aftercare you could provide. You head to the kitchen, fixing up a glass of water before going to the bathroom to get a moist towel. Once you returned, you let her drink from the glass as you wiped her down, holding her in your arms soon after. Zhezhi leans into your embrace as you caress her tired frame, lulling her to sleep.

"Rest now, my love. You deserve it."

Safe to say she slept soundly, knowing she was loved by you.

Baizhi

If anyone were to ask how you and Baizhi acted while working in the Academy, they'd be met with a mixed answer of 'they're in love your honour' and 'this is the 5th time they've tried to sabotage each other, and it's only Monday!'. But to those who've known you both for years, they'd say you and Baizhi had the healthiest rivalry anyone could have in an environment as competitive as the Academy, where its known to be full of intellectual minds.

Your relationship dynamic with Baizhi had brought quite the attention to yourselves, with many researchers vying for a piece of your work-life drama. As you and Baizhi were both one of the top intellectuals in the Academy, your rivalry was top material for a Jinzhou drama show. Competing through research, prototypes and theories, you both made the best pair on the team.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, however, you and Baizhi had an ongoing agreement for each and every competition you held. The 'loser' will have to do whatever the winner says, and the 'winner' will reign in that power for a whole day at most. A healthy agreement considering you both had discussed on what was agreeable for both parties. Although, you've never reached a point as to where you both became 'winners'...

Until today, that is. You had both presented your research on the Echo's to the higher ups, your reports contradicting one another. Despite that, they were both accepted by the Academy heads, leaving both you and Baizhi stunned.

"It... seems that we were both fruitful in our research, Baizhi.", you mumbled as you walked back to your shared lab. Baizhi simply hums, clearly thinking about what happened. "It appears so, though I never anticipated something like this happening."

You reach the now empty lab considering everyone had already gone home for the night. You turn to Baizhi, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the table.

"So, we both won this time. Now what?"

Baizhi thinks it over, sitting on the table across from you. You stared at her plush thighs, a blush creeping up your neck. You were always weak for her thighs, given how her resonator mark was on it as well. It was a part of Baizhi that you shamefully had a fetish for, but you'd never admit that. Though the longer you both pondered in silence, the more agitated you became, wanting to bury your face in those luscious thighs of hers.

"It seems there's no other solution but to make us bother winners. So, what do you want to- hey, are you listening?" You break out of your daze, fumbling over your words.

"O-oh, huh?"

Baizhi sighs, sauntering up to you. She pins you against the table, closing the distance between you both. "What's on your mind? I know that beautiful brain of yours must be thinking about something."

You preen at her praise, blushing from embarrassment. You don't reply right away, instead, you turn the tables, pushing Baizhi back somewhat to kneel down and grip her thighs. Baizhi yelps in surprise, not expecting the sudden situation. You kiss her supple flesh, making her moan.

"Well then, allow me to be the first 'winner' to claim her prize.", you purr seductively, enjoying the aroused look on her face. Grabbing the remote, you made sure to lock the lab doors and soundproof the walls for security measures. Once done, you reach up and pull down her thong, slick evident on the fabric.

"Well well... it looks like our dear miss Baizhi here is wet beyond measure. All that slick from just me kissing your thighs, baby?"

Baizhi groans at your teasing, holding the back of your head and stuffing your face in between her thighs. "Shut up..."

You moan happily, spreading her legs to nudge your nose against her sensitive clit. She stifles a moan, refusing to give you the satisfaction of hearing it. You whine in displeasure, biting a hickey onto her left thigh in retaliation. Baizhi hisses at the feeling, her hand gripping at your head.

"Don't be a brat. You'll hear me moan when you've earned it."

You huff in return, a sudden thought appearing in your mind. You grin, a cunning look that leaves Baizhi skeptical- and somewhat worried. You quickly stand up and head to your desk, rummaging through your drawer, looking for something. Baizhi looks at you with a confused frown on her face, calling out to you.

"What are you looking for?"

Finding what you needed, you showed it to her as upu scurried back. Her eyes widen at the object you were holding, a small pink vibrator. You grin, kneeling back once more as you eased her legs apart.

"Easy, baby. We've done this millions of times already. Well- not millions, but you get it.", you chuckle. Despite that, you knew Baizhi felt embarrassed whenever you pulled out the vibrator, one that you specially made for her. She always turned into a quivering mess for you when you use the toy. Pressing a reassuring kiss to her thigh, you ease the toy into her wet folds and turn it up to the lowest setting.

Baizhi shivers at the intrusion, holding onto your shoulder for support. As time goes on, you increase the setting of the vibrator. Baizhi couldn't help but let out her cute whines at the feeling.

"A-ah... mmgh... haAh!"

You revel in her shameless sounds, adding to the sensation by suckling on her clit. Both your hands firmly hold her thighs apart, marking her skin with your nails. Baizhi sobs at the pleasure, her body protesting at the sheer intensity of it all.

"Good girl... Good fucking girl...", you growl into her wetness, watching as droplets of tears gather at her eyelids. She knows to stay in place for you, holding onto the table behind her for support. You increase the intensity to the maximum level once you motive her hips stutter, knowing she was close.

"P-please... darling please!"

How could you ever ignore her whiny gasps? With one last suck to her clit, she comes undone on your tongue. Her slick was enough for the vibrator to slip out, falling onto the floor. You ignored it for now, focusing on easing her down from her orgasm with little kisses and comforting touches.

When you stand up, Baizhi meets your lips with an appreciative kiss, pulling you closer by your hips. You both took a minuet to calm down when suddenly, Baizhi squeezes your ass with her hand.

"Oh! Baizhi?"

Baizhi smirks, her finger trailing down your back, making you arch.

"It's my turn now, darling."

You know, you're starting to regret teasing her so much when you had your way with her.

"So bend over."

End note: I did not anticipate how long it took me to get this done 😅 anyways imma sleep now, that's enough horni for a week 😌

[squibsformers]

Feral Fears, Ch. 1

Human x Transformers fic

MTMTE/Lost Light, First Contact AU

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,004

Desc: After needing to stop off for more supplies, the Lost Light gets a strange, displeased, new passenger.

AN: Hi hi hello I hope you like this! This was the poll winner, maybe I'll do another chapter soon. If you like it let me know! I enjoy reading tags and comments on my things a lot. This one's short to kinda get me back into the swing of writing.

[Next]N/A

“How in the pit have we gone through this much energon so quickly…?” Yellow servos tapped rapidly against the owner's desk, glaring at the report from Ultra Magnus. 

“If you bothered to pay attention, you would have heard me when I said the breach in the ship had us LOSE much of our stock, as well as how quick we went through our repair supplies... We can refuel and pick up more once we hit the next stop off, but we may be stationed at the outpost longer than you'd like.”

The prime sighed. “Longer as in a few vorns or-”

“Cycles. We have to wait for them to get us what we want if they don't have it.”

“Slag. Well… Damn. Okay, I guess we don't really have a choice- Set a course for the nearest outpost, tell the crew they're getting a… surprise few days of tourism to go run around and do whatever it is they please.”

“...That's not-” Ultra Magnus sighed. “That's bound to lead to trouble.”

“You wanna explain to everyone they're grounded to their rooms while we're parked and picking up supplies?”

Ultra Magnus sighed. “No…”

“That's what I thought. Plot a course! Let's get moving, the ship isn't gonna fuel itself!”

–---

Legs carried them desperately, ducking and weaving along unshipped cargo and barrels of fuel.

They had to keep moving. Keep moving, keep quiet, keep running. Your lungs burned, feeling like hot embers were popping in your bronchial tubes, making them hiss and whine quietly as they flex, their feet thumping quietly, trying to run on the balls of their feet as they scurried through the shipping bay.

They had to keep moving. Keep moving, keep running, keep pushing and going, it can't stop, if they stop they're FUCKED so utterly fucked-

“♠︎£°▪︎¤#%¡¡¿ ~×&%ꕥ˚꒦꒷꒷﹆¡¡”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck-

They ducked down between two shipping containers that barely had enough space that they could squeeze between, cutting down the row and looking around.

Where to go. They had to hide, running wasn't going to work, they were so much bigger, so much stronger and faster and smarter- but they could be crafty. Ohoho and could be sneaky.

….I mean they couldn't see shit but. Well. That would just be an obstacle to work past.

The organic looked around, squinting while leaning back against a crate… and stumbled some, feeling the massive box's frame was warped. Frowning, it looked up, and noticed a small, dark spot waaay up at the lid.

….Hole. That had a hole.

Hopefully, a hole the human could wedge itself into.

To the right, they spotted some metal pallets…and started climbing, grunting and huffing with effort. The makeshift knapsack weighed them down some, but they kept moving, desperate for an escape, for freedom. The fleshy's hands slip at one point and they drop, letting out a pain-filled wheeze and hearing a nasty, wet crack.

Don't think about it. Don't think about it, don't do it. Barely even slowing down, the human heaves themself up, panting. Their free hand reaches over…and they whine as they clench the break, sliding the bone into…relative place. It looked…okay. Perfectly fine. Yes.

Absolutely. Couldn't even tell it had a staircase break.

….Time to climb again.

The human sighed and began scrabbling up, wincing and trying to ignore the obvious injury it had. They didn't have time to worry about that, and they needed to get to safety-

“^^□●₩◆°°°▪︎°%”

Fuck. Those fucking robots were close.

One pallet, two, three, four, six, eight-

When the organic reached the top of the pallets stack, they looked over to that crate, judged the little distance you could out…

And leapt across the gap, purposefully overshooting the edge so it wouldn't miss but stumbled and landed hard, cracking their already damaged arm, letting out a yelp of pain.

“!#$♤♤□♡°•°¡¡”

Time to hurry. That sounded very aggressive.

Feeling along the edge of the crate, they finally found the hole… and blindly smushed themselves inside, falling a small distance onto a pile of…something.

Cabling? It felt like cables, it had the outer layer of rubbery plastic…

Geez it was dark.

……Geez it was really dark.

They heard metallic footsteps storm closer, and the little organic being covered their mouth, taking slow breaths to try and stifle the sounds of being… well, alive.

They stayed that way for what felt like hours, the dark slowly pressing more and more in on you, stifling and terrifying but at the same time a sanctuary, a safety net. They listened as those pedes paced about, searching, scouring, seeking them out. They heard the strange “Vrr wrr chtcht chitter krr bzrtkr krrrzst” that was their strange natural language. Aggressive tones. Still mad. They heard…

….

They heard beeping. Something is getting closer, beeping is getting louder. Heard new footsteps, old ones fleeing once the shouting began. Heard the beep directly outside their cable sanctuary.

And then… felt movement. The crate jostled and shook, and you held your breath, waiting for the lid to be ripped off and you to be found….

But…that didn't happen. Instead…. the crate moved. And you were moving along with it, whether you wanted to or not.

There was chatter, again. Lots of chatter. Then there was an obnoxiously loud beep near one side of the crate, another more.. blippy-beep next to that spot…And the crate moved once more, rattling a bit, before there was a hiss, a soft thud and the sound of pedes leaving.

The little human stayed in that crate. Stayed in it for hours. 

And then there was a new noise. A louder noise. A deep, thrumming, hum, that evolved into a bone and brain rattling roar, of impossible machinery kicking in, engines revving, turbines whirling, and a feeling like, for a brief moment, their soul was pulled from their body.

When they felt relatively normal again, the human slowly peeked out from the hole in the crate, and squinted.

They had a feeling they were on another stupid ship.

[angelpuns]

Leo hardly felt relieved, even with the tracker now halfway across the city. They still knew where he lived and when they caught up with the rat they were gonna be running back to his lair. And they'd probably be pissed. 

He really wish he knew what these guys wanted, but it wasn't really smart to hear out a villain monologue when it was 3v1, ya know? 

So for now, he had hunkered down in the lair and waited. His traps were set and waiting, and the heavy cage he'd scrounged up from the hidden city police was hidden in a distant room. He wondered vaguely if the big guy could break through, but decided this was his only real option. 

At least if they were trapped in the lair, they were trapped, right? Then he could figure out what to do. 

It felt like hours before he finally heard distant footsteps and muffled, hurried conversation echoing down the subway tunnels. He tucked himself further into his hiding place, peeking over the lip of the vent he was in to spot them. 

Just as he'd predicted, they waltzed right into the entrance, voices whispering frantically to each other. 

Leo rolled his eyes, these guys weren't very smart, huh? If they were trying to sneak up on him they were failing miserably. 

The purple one was nearing a trap, and Leo readied his katana. If he was lucky, they'd all fall for it, but if not he could just wait until they were all standing together. 

The purple one took a step too far and stumbled, right into a net Leo had left there. It wasn't very fancy, sure, but it was what he had on hand, alright? 

There was a confused shout and a scramble to get him out from the other two, and that’s when Leo took his oppurunity. 

He slid from the vent to the floor, their backs to him for the moment. 

The purple one spotted him first from his netted prison, but before he could worn them, Leo launched his sword across the lair. 

He only had two good portals left, so he had to get this right on the first try. 

It stuck into the post behind them, and the three creatures seemed to know what was happening even as Leo landed behind them and cut a portal beneath them. The two that he hadn't trapped fell through, a dramatic clang echoing from the other room as they fell into his cage. 

“ LEOLEOLEO DON'T CUT ME DOWN, I SWEAR TO GALILEO-”

Leo didn't waste time worrying about why this guy knew his name, his other sword coming up to slice the ropes that held him up and drop him into the cage as well, only seconds later than the other two. 

He quickly closed the portal with a huff of exertion.  Yeah, he might have overdone if a bit. 

He trailed lazily into the next room, the cage now rattling with his three green prisoners.  

They stopped when he walked in, though, so maybe he would actually be able to get them to talk. 

“So,” he started, grabbing a chair and flipping it around. He took a seat and leaned forward, arms resting on the back of the chair, “ what do you want from me?” 

----

Okay I think this part is stupid and not written that well, but whatever. I totally forgot about his plan to trap them so I had to backtrack and write all this business out. He really doesn't have much of a plan except for trap them for now and figure it out as he goes, so much for being a strategist :/

I like to think that as good at Leo is as at planning he is better when he has more pieces to work with. In this case he doesn't have nearly enough and he also just doesn't have enough information. also since he doesn't know that they're his brothers he's missing key info that is gonna come back to bite him in the ass :/

Anyway its a good thing this isn't a real au I'm working on as seriously cause I'd be more worried about the plot holes :) this is just to get the idea out on paper before I inevitably move on.

Part 1 | Part 7 | Part 9

[theglamorousferal]

The Cryptid of Smallville

I am posting the first couple chapters of the fic that I am currently working on juuuust in case AO3 goes down again. In the next couple days I’ll start posting some of my wips that I don’t think I’ll finish. If any of them inspire people to write more then I’ll be happy. 

I had the thought a while ago about what if Danny was raised alongside Clark Kent and the hijinks that would result in Danny being near the liminal space that is cornfields. These are basically a series of connected one-shots because I am not that great at trying to do a real plot lol

Without further ado, here’s the first chapter of the Cryptid of Smallville! (Small edit: here’s the link to AO3 the first two chapters are there)

______________________________________________________________ The night sky was clear and open above the cornfields as a gentle breeze caused the plants to stir. It was a calm night on the Kent family farm. A streak of neon green broke across the sky and landed in the middle of the fields, purple tinged smoke wafting from the crash site. A boy of about six rolled over in his sleep, glowing green eyes glancing at the stars above framed by smoke. The gentle breeze is still blowing, returning the night to calm.

*****

Danny was gonna put Clockwork in soup time whenever he got back into the Zone. 

He was laying there, staring at the clouds in the sky, surrounded by corn, and only about three and a half feet tall, wondering where in the Realms he was. Clockwork had said something about sending him off somewhere with people who could handle a child with powers growing up before tossing him through a portal by the ankle. He had ended up in low orbit and was lulled to sleep by staring at the stars he is so fond of.

Crawling out of the hole he was in, he examined the surrounding area and just found a bunch of burnt and slightly smoldering corn and kicked up dirt. The gentle breeze brought the smell of bacon to his nose and he floated to look just above the tall plants around him. He spots a house in the distance and starts heading there, making sure to walk the last few yards just in case this isn’t where CW intended him to go. He finds himself stumbling from the field just to make eye contact with a man pulling on his work boots for the day on the porch steps, the man freezes. 

“Hey Martha?” The man yells into the house.

“Yes Jon?” a voice muffled from the door yells back.

“Do we have a spare room done up?” the man, Jon, asks, not taking his eyes off Danny.

“Why? Are you expecting someone and forgot to tell me?” the voice sounds like it’s getting closer to the door.

“No honey, I think we may have a repeat situation of Clark though.” He briefly glances from Danny up to the last bits of smoke wafting from the field. A quiet “What?” comes from the house. He gentles his voice, full attention on Danny. “Hey son, did you have a bit of an accidental landing in the corn? Is your head okay? Are your parents around?”

Danny stays still for a moment thinking about what’s going on. The man seems to at least suspect that he crash landed on his property and mentioned something about something like this happening before. Have these people dealt with a random child appearing at their house before? Specifically one that crashed from the sky? He has many questions, but he should probably answer Jon first. 

“Yeah, I got sent away until I was better, my head doesn’t hurt at all and my parents are not exactly from around here, and don’t know where I am.” He pauses thinking about it. “Does the children-crashing-onto-your-farm-thing happen a lot to you?”

Jon chuckled as he finished tying his boots up and walked down the stairs just as the door opens and a woman in an apron is standing there looking surprised to see an unknown child standing in her yard. The man crouches down in front of Danny, giving him a once-over. 

“You’d be surprised, now what’s your name son?.”

“It’s Danny Fenton, what’s yours?”

“Jon Kent, my wife over there is Martha. Now you look like you could use a good meal and a washup, how’s that sound?” Jon grins at Danny and musses up his hair before standing and offering a hand to walk into the house. He smiles over at Martha who blinks and then gives Danny a warm smile, standing aside to let them enter the house.

“Good thing I made some extra breakfast then, let’s get some food in you young man, you’re as skinny as a post!” She smiles and heads towards the kitchen. “Be sure to wash up your hands first hun, can’t eat with dirty hands! And Jon! What have I told you about your muck boots being in the house! I’m sure Danny can find his way and wash his own hands; second door on the right hun; and git outta my house with those things on, I’ll have more coffee ready for you once you feed the animals!” Jon pouted and trudged his way out of the house.

Danny smiled a little to himself as he looked for the door Martha was talking about, noting the wallpaper and decor that looked like every midwest farmer’s house he’d seen in any piece of media ever. After washing his hands he made his way to where he could hear soft humming and dishes being washed. He saw a plate of pancakes and bacon on the table next to a glass of orange juice, a glass of milk, and a container of syrup and headed to the spot.

“Thank you Mrs. Kent.” he said from his seat and she smiled back at him, going back to the dishes. Danny realized he’d probably have to start explaining what he could to them soon, but decided to focus on the breakfast in front of him. The breakfast that wasn’t alive and currently trying to kill him. He nearly cried.

“So Danny,” Martha began as she wiped her hands off with a dish rag. “Do you remember how it is you got here?” She joined him at the table with a cup of coffee after setting a mug, a spoon and the sugar bowl next to the machine for her husband when he came in.

“I do, it’s a really weird story though, I’m not sure you’ll believe me.” He was hesitant, he still wasn’t sure these were the people that Clockwork meant to send him to. Though they’ve taken the whole crash-landed-child-thing pretty well… Screw it, he’ll see if he can wait until Jon comes back and explain to both of them. “Can we wait for Mr. Kent too? I don’t really want to say it twice.” 

She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee and then nodded. “That’s fine hun, he shouldn’t be more than a couple minutes unless the rooster decided to pick a fight again.” she chuckled to herself, looking out of the window while drinking her coffee. She sees the faint trail of smoke rising in the sky outside and her eyebrows pinch in worry. “You didn’t happen to see anythin’ burning when you got up, did you?” 

Danny glances out the window and sees the smoke. “Oh no, there was just a little bit still smoldering in the hole, but there wasn’t anything actively burning. I can show you both when I finish explaining what I can.” The slapping of a screen door startles him and Jon walks in, heading straight for the coffee maker and making himself a cup, then joining them at the table.

“So Danny-boy, what can you tell us?” Jon gives his full attention to Danny. 

Danny shifts in his seat, looking every part the six year old he appeared to be, uncertain at the attention of two adults. “Well, it’s a long story and kinda out there? I’m not sure how much you’ll believe?” He looks uncertain at the pair across from him who share a look. Martha reaches across the table to take Danny’s hand.

“Honey, you wouldn’t believe the stuff we’re used to, I’m sure it’s fine.”

Danny only hesitated a moment longer and then sighed looking far older than his apparent six years. “So to start off with, wherever this is, I’m not from around here. I’m assuming since you both speak English that this is still Earth, but maybe not MY Earth, I’m still a bit confused on the whole ‘multiverse’ thing, but either way, I got sent here until some stuff got sorted out and so I’ll be here until it does.” He was rambling, he knew, but he’s kind of anxious about stuff. “I kinda got put in my childhood body and now I have to get back to my actual age and my Guardian said something about time here running differently than in my dimension before he just chucked me through a portal. He did say he was sending me to people who could handle my weirdness as I age, so I’m assuming you are them and maybe have some experience with kids with freaky weird stuff happening to them?”

The Kents once more shared a look, this one a little longer than the last, then turned back to Danny. “Oh son, I think you’ll fit in just fine. So, how long can we expect you for? I can tell you’re probably a lot older than six judging by how you talk?”

Danny blinked at him, trying to process the fact that they didn’t seem phased and rather seemed like they believed him. “Uh, I was sixteen, so I guess a decade? I’m sorry to impose on you for a while, really I can figure out stuff on my own, I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jon chuckled “Oh trust me son, it wouldn’t be an issue, I’m sure Clark would love a younger brother, or at the very least a friend who understands him. We have plenty of room here, and though we’d probably ask you for help with chores, we’d be glad to have you for however long you need.”

Danny blinks again at them. They weren’t serious, right? They just seem fine taking in a random child and having him live with them for however long. And who was this Clark? What did he mean by younger brother?

“Clark?” he asked hesitantly.

“Oh right, our son, you’ll meet him when he gets home from school, I’m sure you’ll get along just fine! Now Danny, let me show you to a room and we can get you settled, we’ll probably have to head on over to the thrift shop to get you something to wear besides these charred and muddy pj’s, but we should have something from Clark that’s too small that’ll fit you for now.” Martha took his hand and led him upstairs to where he’d be in apparently his new home.

*****

Clark had had a pretty boring day at school. The classes were boring. He had to hold back in gym class again and when studying the skeletal system in biology, he started studying the teacher’s bones instead of the display skeleton or the worksheet. He was really looking forward to getting home and maybe going for a fly around the fields where no one could see him or maybe catching the latest episode of Rescue Rangers. 

He could spot his house in the distance and after looking around to make sure no one would see him, he sped down the driveway as fast as he could, knocking up a lot of dirt in the process. He really liked going fast, whether running or flying. He just loved the wind in his hair. 

“Ma, Pa, I’m home.” he kicked his sneakers off and rushed upstairs into his room to drop off his bag. He listened around for heartbeats and realized that Pa was out on the tractor and Ma was out with the chickens. He froze as he heard a much closer sound though. It was very slow and faint, but he could hear another heartbeat in the house. Even more, he could hear someone muttering to themselves in the guest room and the flipping of pages.

Clark slowly made his way down the hall towards the sound and peaked in the room with his x-ray vision. There, sitting on the ceiling, was a child about half his age reading a ratty old book about space. Clark stood in the doorway, now able to see him in regular vision and just stared at him. He took a moment until he decided to just join him up there and sat across from him.

“So who are you?” Clark asked while the kid was still focused on his book. He didn’t even look up from the book.

“Name’s Danny.” The kid paused for a second before he looked up and stared at Clark. Danny looked from Clark to the ceiling, to the floor, and then back to Clark. “Oh, so that’s why they said I’d fit right in here. I guess we are pretty similar! I’m guessing you’re Clark then?” The child beamed at him, putting out his hand to shake. Clark took it gently, not wanting to hurt the kid. Then the kid gripped his hand tight and Clark realized that they have more in common than he thought and gripped his hand tighter in response.

“So where are you from?” Clark asked, very curious as to how this kid who could fly and had his strength, but also had almost no heartbeat ended up at his house. Danny rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, I’m not from this Earth and I kinda got put here to recover for a long while and my Guardian decided your parents are the best equipped to handle a kid growing up with powers, so he sent me here. I’m guessing because of you?” 

“Yeah, mine started manifesting around your age. What powers do you have? How long do you plan to be here? Where are you from? You said this wasn’t your Earth, I’m guessing you’re from a different dimension then? That’s so cool!” Clark, ever curious, shot off many questions rapid fire and Danny laughed while answering them all as best he could.

Part 2

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Hello!! Could you please write a sub!Anakin Skywalker where the reader (preferably female reader) ties him up? Like, to a bed or to a chair? And maybe pegs him? Thanks!!

Yes of course!!

All Wrapped Up- Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Plot: Anakin is used to being dominant with you… but tonight you’re the one who has him tied up and bent to your will.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, p in v, pegging, 18+

A/N: Keep the requests coming, loves! I loved this one!

You and Anakin are sitting at the dining hall table, eating dinner together with Padme and Obi-Wan. You try to sit as calmly as you can, dressed nicely and using your napkin and silverware properly. But it’s oh so hard when Anakin sitting is directly across from you, stealing secret glances and smiles at you.

It would be bad. So very bad if Obi-Wan, his master, or anyone found out. But it’s incredibly difficult to ignore those dark eyes, the ones that you could get lost in forever.

You and Anakin have not been together for long, but ever since the two of you met, all you’ve wanted to do was hear his voice, to be in the same room as him, to feel him.

You try to keep things discreet. What the two of you did was kept behind closed doors, where no one could see or hear you. You simply couldn’t help smiling back at him, batting your eyelashes in his direction.

When Anakin accidentally spills a spoon of soup on the table, distracted while looking at you, you cover up a giggle behind your hand.

“Sorry, that was my bad.” He mutters in embarrassment. Oh, how you couldn’t wait for what you would do to him tonight.

As you finish your meal and get up from the table, you stop him before he can leave. Holding his hand, you walk together up to his room, where you lock the door with the key.

Kissing each other on his bed, you love the way his warmth and affection fill you up. You kiss more and more passionately, his hands tangled in your hair. The way the moon shines through the curtains makes the scene straight from a romance movie.

His hands move gently under your dress, lifting it over your head and unclasping your bra. You are now both naked in the brunette’s room, desperate for each other’s intimacy.

Then you decide to turn the tide of events. Taking an old pillowcase, you order him to sit against the bed frame. He eyes you carefully as he does so. You take the fabric and tie his wrists to the headboard, pulling them tightly. You swear you catch a glimpse of fear in his blue eyes. He has no chance of escaping you and he knows it.

“Want me to take care of you, Jedi?” you jeer in his ear.

“Yes.” Is his only response.

At that answer you take his cock in your mouth, sucking it down and forcing it up your throat. He groans as you slide your tongue on its underside, pushing it deeper and deeper. You fight the urge to gag as you nearly hit the back of your throat. Anakin shutters beneath you, and you force him to stay still by pressing your palms into his legs.

His cock finally reaches the end of its passage and you feel his cum flooding down your esophagus as he orgasms. Your eyes close as if to savor the taste. When you release him the juices drip out of your mouth, and Anakin wants nothing more than to touch you when he sees how hot you look gazing up at him.

“Not yet, Ani. You’re not being untied yet,” and he looks downwards, biting his lip. You can see how much he hates not having control, powerless with his hands tied above his head.

Mercilessly you flip him onto his back, retrieving a plastic dildo from his side drawer. Hidden under several books, where no one can accidentally stumble across them. But unfortunately for him, you know all of his secrets. You shove it into his ass hole, causing him to gasp out your name. Hands clenching, sweat beads on his forehead as you thrust the toy in and out of him, ensuring it hits its mark.

You leave the dildo inside of his hole for a few moments, waiting as his breathing becomes increasingly ragged. Then you pull it out of him quickly, bringing out a strangled groan of “Agh-gh!” from his mouth.

“You’re so sexy like this, letting me do whatever I want to you. Do you know that?” you say sweetly. He doesn’t reply, just remains head facing down on the bed. “Only I’m as good at doing this for you, my beloved.”

You flip him back over, deciding to give him what he wants: at least part of the way. Your opening wet with self-lubrication from his sounds, you slip onto his dick, making Anakin throw his head back. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, falling apart beneath you and calling your name in anguished whines that travel straight to your core.

Your jumping becomes more insistent, as your g-spot is hit deliciously again and again. His nails dig into your back, making you certain there will be marks there tomorrow.

You reach your climax, veins setting on fire like there’s lava flowing through them. Your heart beats out of your chest.

Only after you’ve had your entire fill do you unknot his hands and release him. He sags in relief with you onto the mattress, overstimulated and exhausted. Every movement makes him wince. You clean each other up and Anakin peppers kisses up your neck.

“We’re never doing that again.” He murmurs into your skin.

“We’ll see,” you laugh softly as you fall asleep, snuggled up against his chest.

[joelsbloodyhands]

MANDALORIAN IMAGINE

Din didn’t realise you have piercings

DESCRIPTION: You tend to Din’s injuries caused by a weapon you didn’t know he was carrying. In the process of cleaning his wounds, he learns something new about you too.

WARNINGS: Din getting hurt, blood, discussion of injuries, open cuts, discussions involving medical equipment, references to shooting guns, Din being a big dumb dumb getting himself injured 😈 newly established relationship, bossy behaviour, basically Din getting injured and he’s not used to being taken care of, reader has seen Din’s face before, established clan/family, just fluff.

A/N: I actually stole this from a draft series I was writing and liked the little snippet on its own so here ya go 😊 Note: Din has the dark saber in this plot but it isn’t mentioned that it takes place in any particular time during the Mandalorian series.

READER does not have a specified gender, they/them pronouns used. Reader is in an established romantic relationship with Din. Reader has parent relationship with Grogu (no gendered title used). Specific to this fic - reader does not have a visible disability and has hair long enough to be tucked behind their ear.

"Dank farrik!" Din exclaims, shooting back at the overconfident rodian chasing the Razor Crest down from the sandy floors of Tatooine. He’s out of breath, sending erratic shots back, warding off the rodian and it’s array of gang members. They had chased him all the way from Beggar’s Canyon, attempting to steal the head of a bounty that Din had managed with great difficulty to acquire. The head that now hung over his shoulder, bleeding through the make shift sack he’d half-heartedly tied it in. Din groans, glancing down at his throbbing shin. He struggles to keep balance on his right leg before being thrown across the cargo hold into the opposite wall when the ship thrusts up harshly towards the airspace.

“Din!” You yell, sliding down the ladder and shooting the airlock closed, preventing any further blaster fire from striking him. You look down at Din’s collapsed form slumped against the wall, gloved hand releasing some wiring he had grabbed to stop himself from rolling down the ramp completely.

Din immediately puts all his strength into shoving his feet into the steel floor, climbing his way up the wall awkwardly and stumbling into a standing position. It’s then you notice his leg, horror reaching your features. Before you can grab his arm, he staggers past you, throwing the disgusting sack off his back and into the corner of the cargo hold before uncomfortably climbing the ladder with pained groans. You follow, scrambling up the ladder after him, your head popping out of the narrow entryway to watch Din collapse into his chair and pull the crest off into the stars.

Wanting nothing more than to tend to his injury, the sound of cries catch your attention, your head whipping around to lower deck. Din’s head arches back while he controls the ship but your body slides down the ladder hurriedly. Din listens, while checking the navigator as he hears you gather your son and murmur words of reassurance to calm him down. Din releases a heavy breath, his teeth gritting as he feels the clothing covering his lower leg to stain coldly with his seeping blood. When he finally manoeuvres the ship far from the desert planet, he hits it into hyperspace and drops his head back against the chair, head spinning.

“Din!” You call again, your arms dragging you achingly back up the ladders after laying Grogu back down, his upset momentarily subsiding. Din feels his eyes growing heavy until your hands find his shoulders urgently, turning the chair harshly to the side to allow more room for you to kneel before him. You yank his shin armor off and tear open the already gaping hole of his flight suit.

“Shit, Din,” you grasp his leg where the wound is causing Din’s eyes to burn, pain erupting around every nerve. You look up at him in worry as he breathes heavily and goes to stand but he collapses just as you hold out your arms. You hitch a breath, trying to gain air back into your lungs after he knocks it out of you when you realise he’s heavier than you realised covered in beskar.

“I’m okay,” Din barely manages, his voice strained.

“No you’re not,” you assert, eyebrows furrowing in your difficulty to maintain his weight. You attempt to manoeuvre him to the ground, causing you to fall back with him in the process until you eventually manage to set him upright against the control panel, legs flat out in front of him.

Meanwhile you turn your head to notice a pair of green ears and big eyes watching you from the entry. You smile weakly at your son who watches you both silently.

“What happened?” You ask, pulling your vibro-knife from your ankle strap and using it to cut through the rest of Din’s clothes to give you access to his sliced leg. You wince as you realise how deep it is, hand palming your temple in confusion as to why the skin surrounding appears burnt and smells charred.

“I…it’s my fault…” Din manages slowly.

You frown, “How?”

In the midst of you tearing at his clothes, he shakily pulls the saber from his waist and holds it out to you, breathing heavily with his head back. You look to it inquisitively before Din pulls it to the side and unsheathes the glowing blade.

Your eyes widen.

“What the kriff is that?”

Din pulls the blade back in and sets it down, his head cocking to the side to analyse you.

"Called the...huff…dark saber. I…huff…caught myself with…huff…it."

You shake your head, completely bewildered by this foreign object but more angry at it for causing your love so much harm. And at his own doing.

"Stop talking. Stay here. Don’t move. I mean it."

He watches you stand up uneasily, sliding back down the ladder and listening to you rummaging around while he tries to regain his breath. His hands go to his helmet but his arms ache so he drops them before he can remove it.

You’re in front of him again before he can call for you, shaking bacta spray when he says your name. You lift your head, frozen by his sudden flinch when you angle the nozzle over his wound.

“My helmet.”

Your face falls, giving him a knowing look which he takes as you asking him if he’s absolutely sure.

He nods in response and you place the bacta spray down, hesitantly placing your hands on either side of the cold beskar and lift it from his head. What greets you is his flushed, sweat-stained features. His dark curls plastered meticulously over his forehead, skin lightly blushed red from enduring the heat of the hot planet and marvellous brown eyes meeting yours.

“Thank you,” Din smiles meekly at you.

You evade his gaze immediately, cheeks growing hotter at his unmodulated voice and softening gaze. Din had only recently started removing his helmet around you and even then it was a rare occurrence. You nervously mutter a “sure” before turning your attention back to his wound.

Once again, you angle the nozzle and spray a generous amount of the fluid over the wide gash. You watch as it gently binds the skin together and closes the wound slightly while Din groans at the stinging, burning sensation, biting his lip harshly. You frown unhappily at his discomfort, placing a hand on his shoulder and massaging gently to ease him.

Knowing you need to prevent him from moving around and get him as comfortable as possible, you move your hands towards his beskar chest plate but hesitate.

Din’s eyes meet yours knowingly, “go ahead”.

You nod and start working to remove his armor piece by piece until he’s in nothing but his torn flight suit. You’re completely in awe at the pile of metal next to you, having never truly realised just how much weight he carries daily.

From a medical kit you had retrieved along with the bacta spray, you begin working to dab gauze and bind his leg with bandages.

Din watches you.

His eyes monitoring your facial expressions, wincing along with his pain. He finds himself starting to calm as he watches you work away. His hand trails subconsciously and tiredly across your shoulder. You notice but try not to seem alarmed by his sudden touches.

Din pushes a strand of your hair back behind your ear, revealing some shiny adornments he remembered noticing once before but never took the time to look at.

Most of the piercings look like parts, screws, and bolts that have been modified into jewellery. An array of colours from dolovite, steel, and gold. Some with attachments hanging down, tickling your neck. Din’s fingers running compellingly across small stones. Some of which he could only identify as Heart of Fire, a burnt orange-red that contrasted perfectly against your skin. He admires them, painting a picture of when you may have gotten such things done.

Had you done it yourself or gone to a vendor?

“Do you like them?” Your quiet voice breaks his trance.

“Hmm?” He hums, his finger smoothing across the arch of your ear thoughtfully, making a shiver run up your spine.

You dare look to him and it’s then he stops his movements having not realised how intimate it seemed.

“My earrings,” you murmur.

Rendering you speechless, he smiles but it’s the smile that’s so heart shattering, it has your knees shaking.

“I do,” he returns tenderly.

You lower your head, trying to hide your flustered expression as you cut the bandage away and rub at his leg gently.

“You’re all good. You need to stay off your feet for a while,” you instruct gently.

“I will. Thank you,” he responds, dropping his hand from your shoulder and assessing the bandage with a grimace.

“You better,” you playfully threaten, holding the scissors to him causing him to grin at you making you blush incredibly and turn away.

Din clears his throat, “We can lay low in Coruscant.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you agree, before getting up to turn your head towards a small green bean of an intruder eavesdropping on your conversation. Your sons little padded footsteps wander over, big brown orbs focused on his fathers injury and whining unhappily.

“It’s okay, bub,” you reassure when he gets close enough to place a small clawed hand on Din’s foot. Din watches you, heart fluttering as you lift your son into your arms and rock him gently. Grogu clings onto your shirt, looking up at you and then back to his father, clearly still distressed.

“Is he okay?” Din inquires, trying and failing to lean forward off the control panel behind him.

“Shaking but he’ll be okay,” your eyes run protectively over your son, fingers stroking light touches over his ear.

You walk over to Grogu’s chair, sitting him down while Din attempts standing up uneasily before limping over to the both of you. At the sound of his footsteps, you turn swiftly, eyes narrowing on him and arms folding disapprovingly.

“What did I say, Din?”

He sighs, “I know what you said.” He hobbles over and puts a hand on Grogu’s head, towering over you both. “I just want to check on the kid.”

“He’s okay,” you reassure gently but firmly.

“And you?” You feel so small compared to Din when he moves closer, his head just above yours with warm eyes fixating down at you with concern.

You nod and give him a small smile, “I’m okay.”

Din nods back slowly and you watch his eyes run over your features almost trying to gauge an understanding that you’re not lying to him. It seems what he finds there eases him and his shoulders finally relax.

“Good. I’m sorry about that. Thank you for having my back,” you close your eyes when he lets his forehead knock yours carefully. You smile nervously when you feel his other hand touch your waist ever so gently, arm curving around your lower back to pull you closer. You breathe him in, adoring this domestic side of him. Each hand protectively holding the two people most dear to him.

“Of course,” you lean into him, your nose gently nudging his. Din smiles.

Grogu cooes at you both.

“You should rest,” you open your eyes, meeting Din’s affectionate but tired gaze. He nods and gently sways your body contentedly in his hold.

“We all should,” he looks back to Grogu, his grabby hands flailing towards the Crests shifter knob. Din reaches for it and you watch him pass the small ball to the babbling child, “It’ll take some time to get to Coruscant.”

[thegreatobsesso]

Happy Storyteller Saturday 💜

This is your invitation to share a snippet of your writing that you love, and talk about why you love it.

Bless! Not sure why this was the first thing that popped into my head to post, but here you go:

Sober Electra screamed in protest; if she was here she’d be waving a big neon sign that said, SHUT UP, DUMMY. But Sober Electra wasn’t here - all the vodka killed that boring bitch and now Drunk Electra was steering the ship!  Ship, ship - a drunken sea captain, eyepatch and peg leg, sailing straight into the eye of the storm. “My dad,” she said, vaguely aware of the silly grin she was probably wearing. Peter just looked at her like he was waiting for more.  Right! That wasn’t enough for him to understand the thing she was trying to say; she needed more words than that. But they were hard to find when he was looking at her like that. Why did she feel like she was gonna catch on fire when he looked at her?  “He used to say, when I mouthed off,” she stumbled forward, putting on her best impression of him, “Ellie, you stop that right now or I’ll wash your mouth out with soap. And then sometimes, when I kept on sayin’ stuff he didn’t like, then he did.”  Even Drunk Electra knew to stop there because that train of thought pulled into the station at a bad place. Toot toot, next stop Damageville, where a thin, half-used bar of blue soap slides down your throat because of all your thrashing and then you can’t breathe anymore. Dad’s fists under your ribs, trying to dislodge it, failing because it’s wet and slippery.  Pulling magic out of yourself you didn’t even know you had.  The only time she ever actually moved something with magic, too. But now, with Peter, she was going to do it again. That was what he did. That was why she was with him, now. Dad had just cried and thanked God and called it a miracle. What a fucking dumbass.  “That sounds awful,” Peter said over her deafening inner monologue. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”  She wasn’t uncomfortable. She felt like straight-up shit. She’d just been having fun, too. Now her mouth tasted like soap.  “It’s fiiiine,” she said, turning her head toward him too quickly and nearly face-planting into his lap. She caught herself with a hand on his chest, or, maybe he caught her first by steadying her shoulders.  She was okay.  She was here now, wasn’t she? Jack-o-lanterns grinned from the windowsills and make-believe cobwebs blanketed the balustrades. If there were any spirits haunting the graduate tower they were friendly ones and all the bad stuff was over and gone. The past was a bridge under water, or something.  “Maybe it’s time for bed,” Peter said. “How’s that sound?”  “It sounds so good,” she hummed. “I’m...”  She closed her eyes, imagining the nice thick blankets, curling up, cozy and comfy. “Mmm. I’m cold in here.”  Peter shrugged off his button-down sweater and held it behind her, leading her hands through the holes. Then she let him put one of her freshly-sweatered arms around his waist to steady herself as they stumbled back to her room.  “I have a secret,” she sang as he helped her with her key. “And I’m not gonna tell you what it is, no - matter - what.”  She pinched her fingers and pulled them across her lips, like a zipper.  “That’s alright,” he said, smiling as the wards pulled back. “Tomorrow you can tell me all about the secrets you’re not gonna tell me.”  He came in just far enough to supervise her descent into bed, and she fell asleep without taking off her heels. 

Here are all the reasons I love this flashback scene from The Insuppressible Electra Ray:

The sweater he puts on her at the end is hugely plot-relevant and basically the entire scene was written around a reason he'd do that, but it turned into a scene where we learn a bit about her trauma and get to attend a cozy Halloween party at a magic school.

I love writing people in various stages of being drunk/drugged/otherwise compromised. It's so fun.

The past was a bridge under water, or something is literally one of my favorite lines I've ever written.

Electra is so fucking stupid, I love her to death - she presents as so powerful and threatening but she's literally just a dumb frat guy.

<3

[shuunnico]

Any criticisms for the Lord of the Rings trilogy?

A few.

Primarily, I'll talk about the extended cuts, but special mention goes out to two in particular in the theatrical because of how egregious they are.

Cutting Saruman's death and the Mouth of Sauron both create issues with plot holes and unresolved plots. The first doesn't give Saruman and Wormtongue closure and the second causes continuity issues when they army is at the gate.

Now, for the extended versions:

Fellowship:

The Nazgul should've seen the hobbits during the "Get off the road!" scene. The road is a straight path and the hobbits were only just out of sight when the rider appears.

Gandalf should've said something about the Mines not being safe. He very clearly knew something was wrong given his expression.

The goblins should not have been able to hone in on the Fellowship that fast, given the chain/corpse fell into a deep pit, far below them.

Two Towers:

Brego finding Aragorn after he falls off the cliff is very convenient. The horse was let loose a day prior and it just so happened to head in the right direction to stumble across Aragorn in his time of need.

The 'torch orc' that needs to be shot and killed before it sets off the bombs is a bit silly when you realize that if Legolas DID kill him, they'd just send another one.

The elves were very clearly added last minute. While this isn't a huge issue, they do just show up so they can die and have no greater impact on the story. Nobody remembers Haldir.

Gollum's betrayal could've been avoided if Frodo just told him the truth about the pool, archers and threat to his life instead of misleading him.

Gollum should've been having his 'self talks' a bit further from Frodo and Sam. Given the volume he's speaking at, it's a miracle none of them woke up and overheard him.

Return of the King:

The Eagles aren't properly set up or explained. You can infer some things, but a lot of it has to rely on the books to understand and that's not great.

Denathor, on fire, would not have been able to run that far.

The Eye probably should've seen Frodo when it focused on him. It would've been better to have the spotlight almost get to Frodo before Aragorn pulls its attention away.

That an entire tower of orcs kill themselves, allowing Sam to nearly breeze in and rescue Frodo is very convenient. If that didn't happen, Sam would've had no chance.

That the giant chasm opens up in just the right way to swallow all of Sauron's forces, but spares Aragorn's army is convenient and silly with how precise it is.

Overall, I love the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Literally the reason I got into mythology, folklore, world building and just wanting to be creative overall. But I can't say they're perfect.

These aren't just personal issues, like how I might dislike Sauron's helmet design or how I don't like how Faramir/Eowyn get together the way they did.

These are more concrete writing flaws within the script and story. You don't have to be bothered by them, you can like them if you want, but they are still issues that probably should've been buffed out before the films

[2soulscollide]

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Hello, hello! it's me, Rach :)

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[veerbles]

it's been a month and a half since I finished the trc series and while I'm still in that nice fic-binging portion of the post-book phase, I've been somewhat unsuccessfully trying to put together my final thoughts on it. so I'm gonna try to do it in writing instead.

I'm not usually a big fan of reading criticism in fandom spaces, so I'm just going to put all my thoughts under a read more and if anyone is interested in reading this: this has been your fair warning.

overall, I obviously enjoyed the books. I think my very first assessment to my s.o. of it the night I finished trk was: good writing, really good character work, excellent world building; so-so plotting.

so here's the plotting thing. just before I read trk I stumbled across an interview with the writer that made me sort of uneasy, and gave me an ominous feeling that turned out to be completely accurate. she told the interviewer, "Secrets and tricks, that’s all I’ve got," and immediately I got the inescapable feeling: this is an author who thinks they're really smart, and wants you to know they're really smart, and they are going to finish the books in a way that makes you think they are really smart, for all the wrong reasons.

let me preface by saying: not every question needs to be answered in the final book of the series. some questions are meant to keep you wondering, and that's fine, as long as they're not integral to the plot. why did the gang find one of the pig's wheels in the mysterious lake? don't know, and it's fine that I don't. iirc, ronan even mentions it at the end of trk and thinks to himself that maybe their adventures with the ley line aren't finished. cool! loose ends!

but some questions are integral to the plot. and in the trc's case, too many of them are left unanswered, to the point where I didn't get even a hint of that 'ooooh, the foreshadowing' feeling you expect to get when everything is finally resolved in a clever way. it left me with the feeling that the writer wanted the book to feel smart and mysterious by using all these tricks and secrets, and then overshot her own abilities to tie all of these tricks together into a cohesive plot, leaving more holes than material.

1. Glendower & Co.

the glendower plotline is one of the most disappointing things I've read in a while. I'm SORRY, but it's true. I love mythology! I loved the potential of this! I don't even mind that he ended up being dead all along - that's fine, if not a bit expected imo. the real magical favor was the friendship we made along the way etc. etc.

but if you really, really think about it, he ended up serving no point to the books. the trc series would've been virtually the same if gansey was obsessed with researching the ley lines themselves for the magical aspect of it, and ended up stumbling upon cabeswater in the exact same way, and wandered around in its caves, and the demon was awoken. glendower could've easily been written out entirely.

OR: the glendower story could've still served a purpose while being dead. they literally woke up both his magicians - gwenllian and artemus - and even drew parallels to two of the main characters by calling ronan and adam "gansey's magicians", but BOTH OF THEM served no purpose to the plot? at all?? I would've even accepted them not serving direct purpose, but instead helping further along blue's character arc. except blue spends three books wondering about her biological father, has one (1) conversation with him, finds out she's a half tree-spirit and... that plotline goes nowhere, enters the game way too late, and doesn't tie in to much else in the end.

or instead, the writer could've leaned into the obvious hint-dropping and played out the reincarnation plot that was lying in waiting. but as soon as the hints about gansey actually being glendower started being too heavy, I knew it wouldn't happen. because again: a writer who wants to come off smarter that their readers won't drop hints that their readers can easily decipher (even when sometimes it's definitely the right thing to do, to improve the reading experience).

the glendower pointlessness pokes more holes in the story. why did noah become a ghost? not every dead person in henrietta does, clearly. presumably, he became a ghost because gansey was dying at the same time. but why? "You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not." gansey heard this glendower line because time is a loop, etcetera; noah whispered it to him before he passed on because he knew he was supposed to, because gansey already told him. but if there's no glendower magic, only ley line magic, then the whole "balance" thing was supposed to be that gansey got to live because noah died. except noah didn't die. presumably #2, noah didn't die (yet) because he was supposed to trade his life for gansey's, which he does, at the end of trk. but what all this means is that noah traded his life for gansey's twice, both when he got stung and when blue kissed him, at two different points in time. and we still have no explanation, or even a hint of an explanation, for what powered the ghost thing.

2. Prophecies

in the raven boys, we get several prophecies: one, from the fox way psychics; blue will kiss her true love and he will die. two through five, from the dreaming tree; blue will kiss gansey, in his aglionby sweater, and he'll ask her to kiss him knowing it'll mean his death. adam will cause gansey's dying and his friends will turn on him. gansey will see glendower lying in his grave. blue and gansey will almost-kiss in his car and talk about wanting to just pretend they can.

in the raven king, ronan says the prophecies in the dreaming tree aren't prophecies at all: "[They're] Nightmares. [...] When I dreamt that tree, that’s what it did. Worst-case scenarios. Whatever mindfuckery it thought would be most likely to mess you up the next day.”

except, blue's vision is an exact match for the kiss scene in trk. gansey's vision about glendower is an exact match. their combined vision about the almost kiss is an exact match for a scene in bllb. all of these come true.

so one of two explanation has to be true: ronan is wrong, or the writer ret-conned herself into a corner so she won't have to deal with the last vision. but this is an internal conflict - if ronan is wrong, that means adam's vision is a prophecy, and it just never gets addressed properly. did he really change his fate by sacrificing himself to cabeswater? how? what was supposed to happen, originally? and if the future changed, what was the point of showing the vision to begin with...? it's very possible there could be a reason, but seeing as it's never presented to the reader, it brings me back to the writer wanting to be smart more than she cares about the reading experience.

3. Henry

I'll probably get hate for this, but that's okay. what the fuck was the point of henry?

don't get me wrong: he's a fun character. I'd argue that he's not significantly more fun than the fox way ladies, or mr. gray, or any of the other side characters that didn't get a huge amount of focus and certainly could've, but it's less that I'm mad about henry than the fact that I'm mad about henry's patchwork insertion.

henry gets mentioned for the first time in bllb, and only gets actual action in trk. that's fine. another side character. but in a sudden, unexpected turn, he goes from cameo to main character that is present in all of the big plot moments, is suddenly in the gang, and is tied into gansey and blue's future post-canon...?

if henry was so important, he should've been written in from the get-go. I cannot be expected to care about a character that turned up in the third act of the play. if henry wasn't so important, but serves as a plot device in the fight against the demon and/or a character replacement for noah (like we're in a disney tv show and when a character gets written off another is written in as their "archetype" replacement), he shouldn't be given so much screen time and should definitely not be there at the culmination of the story (gansey dying).

I just couldn't bring myself to be as excited about gansey's plot in trk - when, arguably, trk IS about gansey's plot - because most of gansey's chapters were spent on trying to sell me on henry. and like, he's fun! he ends up deeper than he looks! the toga party chapters are... fun...? but I didn't see the point, and so couldn't bring myself to care all that much. and now whenever he's in fics I resent him, and that's sad, because it's for no reason at all. if he just got treated as the minor character he is, I would've liked him so much more.

CONCLUSION: I might add more points when I think of them. lol, sorry. this is a rant, not an actual review.

[courtneysmovieblog]

Stumbled across some MCU stan tweets ripping on the people complaining about the Rhodey Skrull reveal.

We’re not upset about Rhodey being a Skrull, we’re upset that that he might have been a Skrull since CW, which means all his movie character development was Skrullshit! And even the showrunners can’t seem to make up their minds about when he was replaced--what kind of writers throw out shock twists without even a plan?! JFC...

The more I think about it, the more I feel like any other character would’ve been a better Skrull reveal than Rhodey: Maria, Sharon, Val, Thunderbolt Ross, Natasha’s rando friend, Wanda (impossible, I know but still)...hell, Endgame Steve or even Peggy would have been fun just to piss off the Steggy shippers!

Instead, the MCU just tosses out two measly Skrull reveals that cause more plot holes and tries to pass them off as good twists. If the MCU stans are happy with that, whatever, but they don’t have to trash us just because we don’t like their crap writing.

[fancyfade]

Been reading your posts about Jason Todd, which admitedly was kind of hard, and i've found that i agree with a lot of your posts, but maybe because ive start paying attention, i kind divided between the idea that Jason was more interesting before the New 52, and also wishing him to be something else than just a batman villain, it's weird and i don't how to feel about this character, and in kind of curious about something, if you had to make a redemption, or at least a less villanous writing of the character, how would you do it?

okeydokey sorry about leaving this in my inbox for so long, I just genuinely didn't have energy then forgot about it :P

For redemption, I think it could be somewhat difficult but not impossible. I do want to point out that Countdown to Final Crisis (link) kind of had like an arc for him where it seemed like they were maybe leading to him being less supervillain/crime-lord-y, but they swerved at the end. like he was like "actually u know what? never mind." which I think makes sense for him there, b/c its coming right off "not killing this guy I thought was a threat* lead to a universe getting destroyed, so I should always go ahead and kill people if I think it's right."

I recently got another jason ask so putting that here (link) but I think another thing new earth Jason generally suffers from is black and white thinking. like lots of people equate "oh willing to kill" as "more morally gray, less black and white", but all Jason does is find a category of people he thinks it's OK to kill and then kill them, and if people who wouldn't otherwise fall in his category of 'ok to kill' happen to get hurt... that's just how it is. There's not really any nuance in his worldview.

i would have his worldview challenged by maybe having a character who is like a reflection of young him (dad or mom involved in organized crime) get involved in the plot. Jason kills their dad/mom (whoever was involved in crime) and the character wants revenge.

we should also just see jason be genuinely WRONG about being judge-jury-and-executioner. not as in "obviously it's wrong" but as in "he doesn't think a ton before he kills people, generally assumes he's right, so he kills someone he otherwise wouldn't have thought deserved it". I think that'd be an easier way to challenge his worldview than addressing the whole "no one should be extrajudicially murdering people" thing.

Like fandom makes a big deal about it, but Jason does not primarily go after rapists or human traffickers or w/e. he will kill human traffickers if he stumbles across them, as seen in red hood: lost days, but he seeks out people involved in the drug trade and drug dealers. and it's not even "he always kills people who break his 1 rule of don't deal drugs to children". he kills people regardless when it helps him intimidate other crime bosses or when he's done recruiting his organization (link) ... I realize that doesn't segue into a less-villainy-arc but i typed it out so leaving it here :P

anyway so how i'd write the arc is have jason remember his childhood and be forced to confront what he's doing via a character who acts as a parallel to young him, and him killing someone who he thinks wouldn't deserve it just due to a misjudgment at his case. I think it could be interesting if he interacted with Damian and Cass, in that both of them have killed people (cass once, damian a bunch) and then are the more anti-killing superhero guys**. I especially think Damian would be well equipped to be condescending to Jason while trying to poke holes in his logic. But IDK fandom kind of flattens Damian and Cass when Jason is involved so many not.

*as pointed out in that post tho, Jason was pro-killing him out of ignorance, tho, he didn't really know what was going on he just happened to be right.

**at least thats how i interpret the end of the first 6 issues of Robin: son of Batman I realize there are other interpretations for Damian

[sakuraryomen01]

Hello yesterday i stumbled across your blog while looking for Sukuna fics and read the jerk childhood best friend Sukuna one...and omg!! I'm in loveeee! it's soo good! The fun, angst and tension kept me on my toes. Their dynamic is so goooood. Reading it with the songs you provided really escalated the experience. I wanted to thank you for making my not so good day end with happiness 😊😊 you are brilliant writer.

First of all, my dear reader, I wanted to say thank you for the boost in confidence in my writing. Recently I've been in a rut so your kind words really mean a lot to me, I hope to start posting again as I have not been feeling that mentally well.

(Has been the excuse for months now ~~;;)

I've been worried about plot holes I may have missed, or any other mistakes I may make. I've also been working on things for my fic so that it's better! (And more songs!!♥)

Until then, I hope to post soon!!!

Ty for reading^^

[majormeilani]

OMG I was scrolling through your sunshine tag (I'm very new to your blog) and I am desperate to know more about the plot of sunshine! Literally anything you want to talk about; I'm all ears! I feel like I'm witnessing something with a lot of potential and that could turn out to be super duper cool!

aww thanks!!!!

sunshine has been kind of a comfort series for me that i fall back on every once in a while when i don't have any other stories on my mind. i write it with my sister as some of her own ocs play an important role in the story! we have also been developing the story on and off for about ten years now.

i can definitely tell you a bit about it :)

in terms of plot, i can tell you the basic premise. sunshine takes place on a fictional island called 'Lindsay Island.' the island is positioned off of the pacfic west coast of the united states and as such many people often travel there to visit. there are rumors of a curse having been befallen those who live there that every two years something strange is to happen that started many many years ago.

the main story starts out following a boy named ruben, who is a little eight years old boy. he stumbles upon his father's old coat, belt, top hat and magic wand. he aims to become a famous magician just like his dad, donning his coat and belt and always having the wand in his hand. one day though, he stumbles across a strange small fairy like creature that he can only seem to see. he follows this creature in a chase and ends up stumbling upon a strange, old, worn down castle called 'deming' castle. he is lead to a strange hole that is broken through in the very bottom of the castle. through this, he ends up meeting a large cast of eccentric characters who all clue him into learning about the past of the island and the castle's residents and solving a mystery that will change everything forever.

various characters within the story are also 'humanized' objects and statues, each having their own powers and abilities. the story covers a lot of topics that might be heavy in theme at times but i think are important to address.

there's also a lot of in depth lore that has to do with the magic system and how it works as well as some lore about souls and spirits and all that fun stuff. :)

this story is also always in the back of my mind and i love the characters within it... my sister and i are hoping to present the story within a game that will be partly a visual novel and partly an rpg of sorts! think like those old pc horror rpg games like the witch's house or ib! something similar to that but with like more to it. that's kinda what we've wanted to do. though development of the game it has been halted for the time being as we still work out the kinks within the story and its lore as well as i am hoping to learn more about game development myself before actually diving in to create the game. if and when we do, i hope people will love it just as much as we do!

[hexenmond]

slowly gearing up to writing again

I want to dump all my thoughts somewhere, and what else did I reactivate this tumblr for? I'm going to ramble about the beginnings of this long form Witch Door fanfiction that has some 90k words already. If you're curious about how a comparatively old, fandom-disinterested, fanfiction-baffled person (aka me) came to do that, there are Many Words below the cut.

I haven't really read much fiction books in years, mostly because it can take such an emotional toll on me, and I've never really been interested in watching anything. I don't have the patience for it. That's just how it was for me, for most of my life. With one notable exception: webcomics.

Webcomics work uniquely well for me because of their format – the updates are spaced out, and while I will readily admit that I've been in agony over some cliffhangers (I am side-eyeing several comics so hard right now), the simple fact that I have at least two days to just, like, integrate the latest page, no matter how hard-hitting, keeps me from getting overwhelmed. And my long-term memory is excellent so I have little trouble keeping tabs on the plots of twenty different comics.

So I've been reading webcomics for 15+ years, and I knew about the existence of fanfiction thanks to my oldest child. I didn't get it though. Never had any desire to read any. Never was so obsessed with fictional characters that I needed someone to share that with. And maybe that was just because I wasn't surrounded by that subculture? (I was on tumblr specifically to follow a small number of blogs religiously, and kinda lost that thread completely sometime in 2019.) It just never was a thing for me.

Then in January 2023 I stumbled across The Witch Door, at the end of chapter 9. Did my damnedest to pace myself but I gobbled it up within a week. And reread it, in parts and as a whole, more than once. One day I wanted to look it up on my phone (as opposed to my desktop where I usually read comics), and I'd forgotten the actual URL, so I did a web search – and the first thing I found was a 22 page bonus/side comic on itch.io. By the actual author.

So that was the most wonderful coincidence since Anni never really advertised the thing anywhere, and then I read and reread THAT comic, oh, dozens of times I'm sure. And one day my brain came up with a short scene (2.5k) of how that comic might have continued. A oneshot, if you will… 😄😄😄

And I also hadn't written any prose, or even poetry, in many years, but I do love it so I thought why not. Wrote it down (on pen and paper!), typed it up, edited it a bit, reread it a couple of times, I was pleased. Proceeded to put it on AO3 because I knew from my child that the platform existed, and was excited to discover there was actually another fic in the fandom (a drabble sequence, a term which confused me back then).

Well, and as all seasoned fic writers know, oneshots sure can be some tricky little beasts. My brain did not stop coming up with the rest of the story. It kept going till the very end! I woke up early one Saturday morning, crying, because I made myself sad with how the story ended.

So that was kind of a wild trip. But the actual writing made me so happy, I was basically flying, for months, returning to my story at every opportunity. (I'm self-employed. "Opportunity" is very relative.)

Then I stumbled across Anni's Dreamling comics on Pinterest, which was another wild coincidence. And those reminded me of the Sandman comics which I'd read, uh, decades ago? and with that came reading Dreamling fanfiction. Which I consumed at a most alarming speed, I stopped writing, I stopped working, basically I fell into a hole and my life got jumbled for a while, back in September last year.

But by now I've dragged myself out of that hole, I'm back to working, and I am ready to get back into writing. This story is still dear to me, and I still love to write, and I will see it finished. Not least because even though I love the Dreamling fanfiction and fandom folks, and I have even consciously and by myself decided to watch Dead Boy Detectives and LOVED it – I do not feel like writing about any of these characters. They just don't tickle my brain that way. Only The Witch Door characters do that for me, and right now this feels like a precious gift.

(Honestly I am amazed at how many people are able to take the same two blorbos and put them in situation after situation without getting boring or getting bored. You are so wonderful 💜💜💜)

Has anyone actually read all of that? Well if so, you're in for yet more words 😜 because all the reading on AO3 has given me plenty more perspective and understanding, and I've decided to put all my original thoughts about wanting to write this story here instead of also on AO3, where I've kept them along with my progress tracker. I'll put some detailed content warnings there instead, for people who would rather have spoilers than no clear idea of what they're about to read. So here are my thoughts from, uh, April last year?

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My thought processes, in case anyone’s interested

So I found The Witch Door in January this year, at the end of chapter 9 I think, and then by pure coincidence Anni K.’s wonderful side comic about Jousia and Jesse. That ignited a creative spark, and now I find myself adding on to this every day. Originally I’d written one chapter, was pleased with it and posted it, done. And then my brain just said, “guess who knows what happens AFTER that?” and now I’m writing thousands of words.

The thing I am very conflicted about is: I would LOVE for this to be canon compatible. Ideally it would be a side story that happens on all those days where the canon plot isn’t doing anything (or possibly after the current adventure arc). And that worked for the first chapter I wrote, but it just doesn’t work for the rest… partly because there simply isn’t enough canon material yet for me to know some important world building details, but also largely because I quickly ended up writing stuff that has actual plot. And plot means character development, otherwise what’s the point. But Anni’s plot is going to take the characters on a different route, and that’s just how it is.

In short: I am not writing this because I want to change a single thing about The Witch Door. Quite the contrary! I am writing because I so dearly wish there was more of it! And it’s one of those hard facts of life that 2,000 words are written much more quickly than even one full page of comic is completed. :-\ So if you will take the characters as they are at somewhere around chapter 10 in canon, and you find them to be well represented here but just having different adventures, that's all I’m hoping to do.

Addendum:

I decided to fudge the canon timeline a bit, just so the side comic event would fit in nicely with the state of relationships in chapter 10. I'll give an in depth explanation of that in the actual series. And also… I am now entirely happy that this will NOT be canon compatible.

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Now that I've dumped all that the next post shall contain an actual story snippet! 🙃