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Dumbification with sub!larissa?

Ofc she’s been overworking herself, she’s always on top of everything managing the school, handling the students and planning events, she’s always the one in charge, it would be so nice to have night where she can just let go and take orders instead of give them for once

Heyyy anon! I may have gone a bit overboard on this one… (: hope you enjoy!

Fuck Me Dirty ~Sub!Larissa Weems xWife Professor!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, kisses, fingering, masturbation, sexting, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dumbification, strap fucking, teasing, sub!larissa, blindfold kink, praise kink, degrading kink, etc…

Longer Fic

Enjoy (;

It was exam week for students. Which meant lots of work for the staff. Lots and lots of grading.

Which meant Larissa pushed herself extra hard in her work.

She was planning the end of year celebration, managing the schools needs, handling student discipline, dealing with parent conferences, and much more.

You both had been sleeping in her private office quarters the past week, because Larissa had so much to do, she couldn’t even apparently drive home.

You were woken up by Larissa rousing from the bed at 4am.

She had come to bed at like 1:30 last night…

“Ris?” You sleepily mumbled.

Larissa startled from your words, turned to you as she got dressed for the day.

“I’m so sorry, Darling. I did not mean to wake you.”

You sighed, picking yourself up and leaning against the headboard.

“You’re working too much…” you mumbled.

Larissa chuckled in self-pity at your words. She knew you were right.

“The semesters almost over, love.” Larissa reassured you, leaning over the bed to cup your face and give you a peck on the lips.

But as she went to retract herself and go to the door, you caught her wrist.

“You need a break.” You decisively stated.

“Darling, please. I have work that needs to get done.” Larissa insisted.

“Ok, but on one condition.”

Larissa chuckled at how you were suddenly awake, “What, love?”

You bit your lip in anticipation and got up to grab a new toy you had gotten for you to try.

You displayed the small toy in your hand to Larissa.

“You’ll wear this.”

Larissa looked at you stunned for a minute.

“Y/N…” Larissa unassuriedly said.

You both had never taken your sex life past the bedroom.

“Please…? Be a good girl and try it for me?” You came up to her, invading her personal space.

Larissa gulped at the shift in your tone, “Ok… How does it work?”

You grinned at her agreement and dropped to your knees, moving her knickers aside, and placing the device into her folds.

“It’s like a vibrator. Except I can control it with my phone. And you’ll wear it all day.” You explained, your face plastered with a grin cheek to cheek.

Larissa heart dropped a bit at that, her breathing began to shallow.

She simply nodded and went to leave, but you grabbed her wrist once more.

“And you can’t come.” You warned her.

Larissa’s face went for a loop at that, but she didn’t say anything against it.

She knew better…

“I understand.” Was all Larissa said, before pecking you on the cheek and going into her office.

From there, you restructured your entire day so that you could watch Larissa slowly lose her grasp on reality.

At this point, you were fully awake, so you decided to read for a while in Larissa’s office before making your way to your own classroom.

Larissa’s torture began the moment you entered her office with an innocent look and a book, plus her favorite short skirt of yours…

You both sat in the room, silently doing your own things.

But Larissa had a nagging thought of when you were going to try the toy…

You sat there for hours, and around 7, you decided to go to your classroom and grade some papers.

“I’m going to go now, love. See you at 10 for the staff meeting.” You purred, and before you left the room, you turned on the vibrator onto a lower setting, making Larissa jump and squeal on your way out.

You chuckled as you closed the door and made your way to your classroom.

Oh, today was going to be fun…

For the next few hours, you worked and taught two classes before the staff meeting.

But the entire time, you had that little toy turned all the way up with intensity…

Going at a tortuous slow pace…

But always seeming to stop right before Larissa could go over the edge…

And then resume the whole thing all over again…

When the staff meeting rolled around, you made sure to sit right next to Larissa, which wasn’t that unusual as you were married.

But Larissa of all days found that today, you weren’t doing it innocently…

Not after the tortuous morning she’d had…

Making phone calls and having to bite back moans…

Talking with parents and having to cough to cover her yelps, and having to state she was sick from all the sweating and her glazed over eyes…

You sat down and you were met with a delicious sight.

Larissa was sweating, her breathing was shallow, her eyes glazed over, her legs trembling, her knuckles white from what you presumed to be her clenching them.

“Are you doing alright, my love?” you mock innocently asked your wife.

Larissa gave you a side eye, but couldn’t even manage a well formed response.

Then you turned the little toy off, and Larissa let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding.

She took this as a sign of pity, and whispered “Thank you, baby…” before standing up to begin the staff meeting.

But now the fun was really starting…

As Larissa spoke and ran down her agenda, you turned the device back on, but with a tapping pattern now.

At that, Larissa lost her balance for a minute and red flushed her face.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Let’s continue.” She desperately tried to salvage what was left of her stature.

For the entire meeting, you randomly turned the vibrator on and off, switched patterns, ramped up the intensity.

You watched in glee as Larissa was finding it harder and harder to make her way through the meeting.

She was starting to get frustrated with you. She didn’t mind some risk, but this was now interrupting her ability to do her job.

And that was exactly your point…

And when Larissa sat down, you would creep your hand up her thigh teasingly…

You’d play with her knickers, but never touching her where she desperately needed you most…

Finally, the meeting ended.

And Larissa was a panting, leg wobbling, lip trembling, whimpering, needy mess…

“Professor Weems, please stay behind.” Larissa gritted out, after dismissing the rest of the staff.

You had a devilish smirk on, which you had quickly adopted when the staff had gone and Larissa had locked her office door.

You dampened down the little vibrator.

“This has to be quick, my love. I have a class in a 10 minutes.” You purred with mock innocence as you went to go sit in the chair opposite her desk.

But before you could, Larissa had grabbed you and pinned you against the wall. Her eyes full of lust and need.

“That was unacceptable.” Larissa spat out, “It was completely unprofessional.”

Your face turned into one of taunting-surprise, “Oh My! I think someone has forgotten their manners…”

Larissa gulped at your tone of voice, she knew what it meant… punishment…

You took Larissa’s moment of realization as a chance to ramp up the vibrators frequency and intensity.

Larissa let out a whimper and a light sob at the continuing edging.

You continued, “Now… Are you going to be a good girl and unhand me? Or do you want to continue to act like a desperate slut whose begging to be put in her place?”

Larissa’s eyes went large at your words, and she immediately unpinned you and backed up.

“I’m sorry. Please… No more…” Larissa begged in a whisper.

“Hmmmm, im afraid you have to work, love.” You taunted, throwing her own words back at her.

Larissa audibly whined at your words, “Well then maybe I’ll just do it myself…”

She had not just done that…

You cocked an eyebrow at her.

You grabbed her neck as if you were going to kiss her, but instead brought your lips to her ear.

“By the end of the night, you’ll be my dumbified cum slut. It’s your choice whether that’s my cum or yours…” you tauntingly jeered.

You then let go of her and made to the exit.

You turned around one more to time to see Larissa in her desperate state and purred, “See you tonight!” with a wink, leaving Larissa whimpering and trying to fight the ruthless toy working her cunt.

For the rest of the day, you periodically sent students or teachers to Larissa for some reason, and you would purposefully ramp up the vibrator every time you sent someone.

At lunch time, you sent Larissa a little video of you skillfully fingering yourself under your desk while you whispered dirty obscenities and with a text that read…

Be a good girl and this will be you (;

When Larissa got that text, she gave up on working entirely. She couldn’t focus on anything but you and the fucking little device which was fucking edging her like it was your own skilled fingers.

Larissa spent the rest of the day, mindlessly rutting against nothing in her chair and falling apart more and more every time you pushed her to the edge again and again.

By 5 o’clock, you had sent your last student to her and Larissa couldn’t even speak.

She managed to croak out “I’m sick… sorry…” before closing her door, her legs failing her and her body collapsing against the door.

When you had finished your grading a couple hours later than you expected, you practically skipped to Larissa’s office.

But when you entered, all you found was her office in a chaotic mess…

You grinned at the disorganized state you had put her in.

You then went to the side of the office to enter her private quarters, assuming she’d be in there next.

Before you could enter, you heard a muffled plea.

Your heart spiked at the idea of Larissa disobeying you and touching yourself.

You barged into the bedroom.

But to your surprise, Larissa was doing nothing of the sort.

Instead, you found Larissa fully nude, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

Her hair had been pulled down from her up tight bun…

Her eyes were stained with mascara and brimming with tears…

Her whole body was trembling and swaying back and forth…

And she was mumbling and whimpering incoherent nothings…

Your still had the vibrator going mercilessly against her pussy…

You made sure to turn around and lock the door.

You cupped Larissas chin, for her to look up at you.

“Well would you look at that… My pretty slut can be a good girl.” You purred.

Larissa’s lip pouted and she whimpered in response.

“Please… I’ve… good, please…” Larissa mewled, desperately grasping for any touch you would give her.

“Say again, slut?” You tauntingly purred.

“Ive been good, please…! I didn’t touch” Larissa cried out.

You cupped her cheek, “You have been a good girl and already stripped for me and presented your beautiful body to me… Maybe I shouldn’t edge you on the rest of the night?” You teasingly purred.

Larissa vigorously shook her head, “No no please no I’ll be good please no more!” Larissa cried out, still rutting her cunt into nothing.

“What does my good girl want, hmmm?”

“Want you to fuck me please!! Want to cum so bad please!” Larissa pled with tears rolling down her cheeks from the overstimulation of the toy.

You smirked and purred back, “good girl…”

Then to Larissa’s great relief, you finally removed the toy from her soaked, throbbing, and puffy pussy.

At that Larissa collapsed backwards on the bed still panting heavily, “Thank you…please need more” she whimpered, looking up at you with lustful, needy eyes.

You chuckled at how lost Larissa’s composure already was.

You then began to take your own clothes off, but at an agonizingly slow pace.

Larissa whined at how long you were taking with your pants, but a stern look from you put her right back in her place.

Finally, with all your clothes off, you crawled up slowly to meet Larissa who was a squirming mess beneath you.

She looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and a pouting lip, while desperately grinding her hips up to find any friction from you.

“You wanna be fucked?”

Larissa nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up that she might actually get what you’d been denying her the whole day.

You brought something out from behind your back, an with a smirk presented it to Larissa.

Larissa’s eyes lit up with anticipation at the sight of the blindfold in your hand.

“Will you be good and let me blindfold you?” you purred.

“Yes please” She immediately responded with lust coating her voice.

You tied the blindfold on Larissa and then proceeded to get off of the bed.

Larissa whimpered and bucked her hips at the loss of contact.

“Hmmm, that doesn’t sound like a good girl…” you taunted as you found your largest strap and started to put it on.

But all Larissa could give you now was more incoherent sobs and beggings.

You sat yourself in between her spread our legs.

“My poor thing can’t even speak anymore huh? Want my dick so badly?”

Larissa nodded desperately, grabbing onto you and trying to pull you closer.

You tutted her away, and placed Larissa up against the headboard, pinning her in.

Larissa could feel the strap your were packing ghosting against her puffy and soaked folds.

“What’s the safe word, love?” you gently reassured.

“Red…” Larissa whimpered, “please…”

“Good Girl.” You whispered, before thrusting into her aching cunt.

You began to pound into Larissa at a decent pace, Larissa holding you close as She spurted incoherent moans and cries of pleasure.

Her first orgasm came within minutes, and Larissa fell over the edge with cries of obscenities.

But when you didn’t stop, Larissa’s whole world flipped upside down.

You continued to pound into her, drawing out orgasm after orgasm from the overworked blonde.

Larissa had become puddy in your arms as she screamed in pleasure and overstimulation at her latest climax.

You helped her down her high and then gently pulled out of her. You then gently removed the blindfold from her face as well.

“You did so good, my love. So good.” You praised Larissa, as she came into your chest to snuggle.

“Let me clean you up, hmmm?”

Larissa couldn’t do anything but whimper and nod in response.

“Awww, have I fucked my baby dumb?” You lightly teased as you got up to take the strap off and go grab a washcloth from the bathroom.

Larissa simply murmured in response, unable to form a coherent word anymore.

You lightly chuckled, as you came back with the washcloth.

“May I?” You asked for her permission, which Larissa immediately nodded to.

You carefully spread her legs and cleaned up all the cum that had dripped down her thighs from the day.

With one final swipe through her delicate folds, Larissa lightly moaned out.

“Sorry, Baby… Did I go to far?” You asked with genuine concern.

Larissa shook her head and merely made grabby hands for you to embrace her.

You smiled and embraced her, you both falling into sync in the bed.

“Get some sleep, Rissa.” You whispered into her ear, “I love you so much.”

“Love you too…” Larissa mumbled as she dozed off in your arms.

[rippersz]

hi!! i just wanted to say that your brienne x reader fics simply took my breath away and i cannot get over them. i wish there would be more to read with her from you, you know :)) it’s just that the way you write her and her relationships with the reader is so sensual, so soft, so beautiful. your gentle choice of words makes my hear melt every time i come back to these works. i would be soo happy to see more of her, more of tenderness with her, more of yearning and longing and pining, more of unspoken (that later turn to spoken, i hope) feelings… i’m just head over heels for her and.. yeah! hope you’re having a great day!!

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(A Brienne of Tarth x named reader oneshot) (Fluffy?)

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Brienne felt selfish.

She felt selfish and ungrateful and ashamed.

Lord Commander of the Kingsguard… one of the highest honors… and she wished for something less?

For something… different?

For the kind of life she had before?

Goodness, how thankless could a person be? How self-absorbed? She controlled an army, she protected royalty, her name was respected by dozens - more than dozens! People beyond the North had heard of Brienne of Tarth and people beyond the North feared Brienne of Tarth. She was not ruthless, she was not unkind, she was not cruel… but she was just. And noble. And overflowing with unending loyalty and enemies weren’t frightened of her because of her skill with a sword, they were frightened of her because of her determination. Because she never gave up. Because the world needed a soldier like her.

And the world got a soldier like her.

And that world, plus the Stark family that lived within it, was better off because of that.

So she should be happy, shouldn’t she? Yes… yes, she should be happy. She should be happy and she should be content in her status and all of the benefits that came with it. War was not as frequent as one would think, and aside from paperwork, reports, patrols, and training her charges, Brienne was free to do whatever she pleased. She was free to roam the lands with Valour, she was free to visit the kitchens and ask for a warm meal whenever she pleased, she was free to- hell, she was free to eat a handful of snow if she really wanted to!

Brienne was really only chained by her duty. By her image.

And…

…and by her heart.

She was chained- heavily- by her heart.

Her stupidly large, secretly soft, unbelievably heavy heart. The same one that beat red within her chest at all hours of the day - and haunted her when she tried to sleep at night. The same heart that twitched with a deep unsettling yearning whenever she looked outside of her bedroom window and admired the land that sat beyond the castle walls. And what beautiful land it was… what stunning opportunities it presented… what blue skies and glistening snow and a world of warm sun and shining green grass and fluffy clouds and… well, what glory to be seen. To experience. Something far beyond the monotony of daily life.

It was mad to think that at one point, she wanted to live the same day over again. Unpredictability was not always favored by warriors. And after leaving Tarth, well… unpredictability was all she saw.

Until things changed.

Until things settled.

And suddenly, after years of fulfilling her duty, she didn’t want it anymore.

Maybe that’s why the afternoon sun saw her tugging Valour’s reins and escaping into the cool air of the day, dressed for heat and desperate for a change. A change that would hopefully clear her mind and allow her a moment of fresh thought - just so she could return to her ‘normal life’ without the depressing air of dull repetition. Maybe if she went far enough away from the castle, she wouldn’t have to worry. Maybe she could forget about her duties for one day. Maybe the entire world wouldn’t fall apart if Brienne of Tarth, Lord Commander of the Northern Kingsguard, just disappeared for a few short hours and chose to forget about her life.

Just for a day.

Yes… maybe, perhaps, everything would be fine.

–

“A bit further until we stop Valour, I’m getting tired as well,” Brienne spoke softly as she patted her strong mare.

The horse responded with a huff before continuing on her way, trotting off through the grass. At some point, the snow had turned into green plains. At some point, the sun’s strength increased. At some point, things had changed. The world went from cold to warm. The trees rustled with grown leaves. The air exploded with the scent of pure… fresh… freedom. Brienne found herself doing the impossible then - relaxing as the world blew past. The wind treated her and Valour kindly, running through their hair as one, lighting them up from the inside out as a smile, small and lovely, grew upon her face. It was uncontrollable. It was something she didn’t feel the need to hide. And that? Oh, that was perhaps the best part.

She was far from the rest of the world - lost in a sudden field of flowers that welcomed her with open leafy arms. And it was… oh… wow… it was gorgeous. Littered with bunches of white yarrow, dotted beautifully with cornflowers… Brienne couldn’t help but tug lightly on Valour’s reins, bringing the stoic white beauty to a neighing halt. It had been winter for what felt like ages in the North; her eyes were so unfamiliar with such colors… and such plants. And such… oh such artistry.

“Here, Valour… just for a moment,” she murmured, looking about the field like it was a haven she hadn’t ever seen before.

And once Brienne slipped off of her horse, head held high and smile serene, she reached for a skin of watered wine to keep her throat slick. The decision to wear clothing prepared for heat was a good idea she realized as soon as her mind wandered to the thought of her usual getup. Her regular armor and her furs… she would’ve been sweating buckets if she went dressed in all of that. As it were, she planned on getting back as soon as the heat of the day was over - arriving on time to receive Podrick’s report and a spot of dinner. She figured then that if she traveled any further, the heat would piss off both her and the horse, so the field seemed like a good place to stop; especially since there was much shade around its outline, overlooked by a thick forest on all sides. Yes, it was good. And just as Brienne was observing, trying to find the perfect spot to allow the duo to rest, she found something rather unexpected.

There weren’t houses for miles…

So how come there was a young woman there? In the field? On the far left? Having just emerged from the woods, humming quite loudly as she twirled into the field of flowers and began picking them one by one? Pecking, inspecting, placing into her basket. Pecking, inspecting, placing into her basket… Brienne’s smile fell.

Was it an ambush of some sort? Was she secretly a skilled warrior? Was she hiding a dagger in that basket of hers, lying amongst the flowers like an evil metaphor? Was she there for Brienne? Did she follow her? No, surely Valour would have alerted her somehow. And there was no other horse to be seen - not even through the trees as Brienne squinted to get a better look. The girl’s face was hidden in shadow as she fell into a crouch and began picking up the flowers in little bunches, still with a careful eye and a random song in her throat. She didn’t look like a soldier - not with that beautiful summer dress. But… it did flow like water around her ankles… and allowed for ease of movement as she put her basket down and stretched every so often to place a few more flowers in there. Adding to whatever collection she had. It was like a scene taken from a play- where the young innocent woman went frolicking and humming and picking flowers and the strong handsome knight breaks through the trees and sidles up beside her to intimidate her.

Brienne was not that handsome knight, nor was she planning on interrupting the woman’s quiet moment, but it appeared that she was too late to grab Valour and go find a different field - for the humming had stopped. It was a nice sound though, and without it the world suddenly felt far too quiet. It made Brienne turn, hoping the stranger wouldn’t find an interest in her. Of course that was just wishful thinking.

“Oh hello! Good afternoon!” A sweet voice called from behind her, ringing out across the field and into the air.

Brienne took a deep breath before looking Valour in the eye, shooting her a knowing look, and turning around to face the stranger. Surprisingly, the young woman had stood up. She had stood up and she was… oh… oh! she was walking toward the Lord Commander. Her woven basket went to-and-fro in her hands, swinging in tandem with the light cotton of her dress. Brienne watched it like a metronome, stuck in place for a moment before she blinked and properly addressed the stranger.

‘Pretty,’ was the only thought in the soldier’s mind as she inclined her head.

“Good afternoon.”

The smile that she was suddenly faced with was nearly blinding. It had Brienne struggling to hold back one of her own.

“Hot day, isn’t it?” The stranger looked up at the sky for a moment, eyes darting around the clouds and the tops of the trees before meeting Brienne’s cautious gaze once more.

And as the warrior took a second to search those eyes, she was a bit surprised to see that the woman didn’t seem to know who she was. Not at all, actually. She… well she really was just a young woman. A young woman picking flowers, enjoying her day, doing what Brienne was trying to do and forgetting about the world for a moment. Unless she was a florist of some sort, but the low cut of her dress’s neckline and the air of carefree wonder about her said something entirely different. It said something… well it said something that Brienne found herself liking.

“Yes,” she found herself responding, “it is. Hotter than usual.”

The young woman shot her an amused look.

“Well the seasons are changing, you know… should be expected.”

Brienne was almost certain her cheeks were flushing, but she decided to ignore that because Ser Brienne of Tarth, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, never blushed - and her cheeks most definitely did not go pink. Especially not in the presence of a lady - and especially not when she was teased. Honestly, she was so unused to that, to someone not knowing who she was, that she wasn’t entirely sure how to respond beyond a twitch of a smile and a nod.

“Indeed.”

And it was then that the world fell silent.

Silent but… lovely.

A respectful kind of quiet.

A quiet that had Brienne’s soldier instincts calming down… and going mute. That was usually a hard task seeing as her ‘guard’ was always ‘up’ - but the young woman in front of her, a few inches shorter, had the Lord Commander’s shoulders falling from their tense state. If there was a chance that the person really didn’t know who she was, then… well… then she didn’t have to keep up appearances, did she? Brienne found the disturbing amount of relief that filled her at that thought to be quite alarming. Happy? To be free of her honor? Of her mark of loyalty? Had she gone mad, perhaps? Was there something in the air? Were the flowers poisonous? Maybe the-

“Oh I never got your name!” Brienne blinked, nearly jumping in her spot as she swiftly turned her attention back to the young woman. The lightness in those eyes still shone like the stars, matching the sparkling happiness of her grin - a grin that, again, had the soldier fighting tooth and nail to not mirror that joy. “My name is Calypso.” And suddenly a hand was being thrust forward, warm and inviting while the other held the basket close.

Brienne couldn’t help the way her eyebrow ticked up in interest. Calypso? Calypso… what a-

“Peculiar, I know. My parents were odd,” she shrugged before shaking her loose hand. “Now tell me yours.”

A demand? Goodness. The knight nearly found herself scoffing until she remembered that the poor thing had absolutely no clue who she was. Perhaps that’s what led her to do what she did next. Something she didn’t have to do often. Something that felt oddly… liberating.

“…Brienne. Of Tarth.” And for some unknown reason, the soldier slid the black leather glove off of her right hand and held out the warmth of her palm to shake the stranger’s freely.

The smallest of voices in the back of her head, whispering apprehensive things about the young woman recognizing her name and ruining her veiled anonymity, was entirely destroyed when she saw no spark of realization in those wondrous eyes. Those same wondrous eyes that began to glitter as soon as she completed the handshake. It was… well it was a very nice handshake, Ser Brienne had to admit. Calypso’s skin was soft - a large contrast to her own, and likewise her hand was smaller, less coiled with the strength that Brienne herself had trouble controlling from time to time. That being said, the soldier made a conscious effort to keep her grip soft and gentle, just so she didn’t hurt the young woman and scare her off. Only the men deserved a hard handshake. In fact, really, only the men actually got a handshake. Women weren’t exactly known for exchanging that display of authority and honor… and yet? The bright stranger in front of her didn’t hesitate at all - not even when Brienne’s height and serious expression grew clearer while she approached. The soldier figured that as quite curious and momentarily wondered where Calypso had grown up, but before she could open her mouth and perhaps ask, the soft hand was withdrawn from their shake and returned back to the other woman’s side. Brienne chose not to dwell on the fact that her arm nearly reached out to grab her hand again, just in a desperate attempt to hold it once more.

“Seems we both have peculiar names,” Calypso said not unkindly, shooting her a sweet close-mouthed smile. “I like it.”

Again with that damned flush - and a spot of heat, too! Heat that didn’t feel as though it came from the sun. Heat that ran through her cheeks and the tips of her ears and right across her body. Gods, was she going crazy? Surely, she was going crazy. So crazy that she could only give her the tiniest nod and smile in reply. Honestly, how could someone respond to something like that? ‘I like how peculiar your name sounds’, what in Hell’s name was she supposed to say? ‘Thank you! I have never heard your name before and although I have just met you and you are still a stranger, I find you oddly fascinating’? No. Absolutely not.

A gasp had Brienne’s anxiety shooting through the roof in under a second. Gasps usually weren’t good signs - especially when paired with wide eyes and parted lips - but when she scanned the empty field and ended up seeing nothing, her gaze shot down to Calypso in concern… only to find her not there.

“Oh aren’t you just the sweetest!”

The soldier turned suddenly, watching as the young woman made herself comfortable with Valour. She was a sweet mare but only toward the woman she was bonded with. Otherwise, to others, she was a menace. An uncaring, easily irritated, apathetic menace. A menace that wanted nothing to do with the stallions and even the geldings. Their owners ranked even lower in the mare’s mind - seeing as she only allowed Brienne herself and one of the stablehands to tend to her. And quietly, in the company of only the horse, the Lord Commander murmured about her dramatics and egocentric attitude, though such comments were always followed by a low chuckle.

In that moment, staring at Calypso, Brienne was not chuckling. Oh no- she instead was just… standing. Standing, surprised. The horse was allowing- she was allowing- the stranger to run the palm of her hand along the strong line of her nose and she wasn’t even huffing about it. The basket had been deposited beside the young woman’s feet, momentarily forgotten as her hands gently mapped out the muscles along the animal’s legs and neck and back while she did a slow circle around her. Gods, did her eyes ever stop shining in that way that they did? Would they ever stop looking beautiful beneath the sunlight? Brienne was nearly entirely certain that the answer was ‘no’.

“…Her name is Valour.” She spoke suddenly, making a desperate attempt to convince the young woman that she was not, in fact, a mute. And that effort proved successful as, just as quickly, a teasing smile was shot at her from over the horse’s back.

“Of course it is.”

The soldier frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Blue eyes followed Calypso as she came to stand in front of Brienne once more, leaving her basket in the grass and folding her arms while she looked up at her. There was just something about the young woman’s character that had the soldier scrambling for a sense of normalcy. She wasn’t familiar with meeting anyone that wasn’t royal, experienced in fighting, or at least the slightest bit well-known. So in that moment, really, they were just two strangers. Just two strangers having a spur-of-the-moment conversation, both secretly commentating on how handsome the other one was.

“Well…,” Calypso tilted her head and shot Brienne a crooked little smile, “she seems like a strong warrior… especially since you’re her owner- and- and you seem like a… well. Now that I think of it,” the young woman cringed, “I’m not entirely sure. I just know that the name is fitting, somehow.” And then she shrugged and looked up at the Lord Commander through her eyelashes and Brienne nearly yelped when she felt the way her knees grew weak.

What a strange feeling… what a strange situation… what a strange woman. She’d never felt that way with Jaimie; he’d never felt so… magnetized. Drawn. And although she didn’t really know how to respond to Calypso’s words, she found herself… oh goodness Brienne found herself smiling. It was a small little smile, barely noticeable, but it was there. And Calypso saw it too.

“So she does smile! Gods,” the young woman pressed a palm to her chest and let out an exaggerated relieved breath, “I was beginning to think you wanted me to leave you alone.”

“No.” Brienne said it so quickly she nearly talked right over her. And it was much louder than originally planned. Quite embarrassing, really, but she pushed through. “…No.” Brienne repeated, softer.

Thank goodness Calypso seemed to understand as she nodded and smiled. Really, honestly, almost no words had to be said. The atmosphere, tender and new, spoke for them.

But then the young woman’s eyes trailed down to Brienne’s hands - and a little snort made her shoulders jump. The soldier looked down too, only to let out a strange little high-pitched noise of surprise when she encountered her awkward grip. The left hand, happily gloved, held the other glove between her thumb and forefinger while the water skin rested along the other three. And her right hand was bare and empty.

Calypso hummed. “May I have a sip of your water, Brienne?”

The Lord Commander glanced back up at the young woman, a bit stunned and a bit mortified.

“…I sincerely hope you don’t ask that of every stranger you come across.”

And her words, surprisingly, made the young woman laugh. It was a beautiful sound. Like a hundred little bells all jingling in perfect harmony, all in unison, all at once. Brienne finally allowed her lips to curl up into a real smile as she observed the way the sun lit up the side of Calypso’s face and neck while she threw her head back in unrestrained joy. It was such a lovely sight. Glee was not expressed so carelessly in the recent times, but the young woman didn’t seem to care. Even as her laughter died down, her grin never wavered.

“I promise I don’t,” Calypso sighed happily, “I’m just thirsty. I’ve been wandering for a bit, I’ll have you know.” And then she looked up through those eyelashes again and Brienne absolutely could not, under any circumstances, keep her water skin to herself.

“I believe you,” she responded while handing it over. Once it was out of her hands, she began working on taking off her other glove.

Calypso observed silently, admiring the way the sun lit up the soldier’s face as she took a sip of the watered wine and tried not to think too much about the fact that Brienne’s lips had touched it only some moments before.

“Plan on sticking around, do you?” She gestured to the gloves with her eyes.

The Lord Commander paused.

Then she looked down at the young woman, something indescribable running wild within her gaze. And those blue eyes… Calypso wasn’t sure Brienne knew how intense her eyes could be; but whatever she was feeling - whatever she wasn’t saying - was not something the young woman could even hope to put her finger on. It was like a million tales were taking place within her mind and Calypso was watching them from behind a semi-sheer piece of fabric, just barely able to see the shadows of her thoughts. And what intriguing thoughts they were… what curious things she was most likely considering… what a lovely never-endingly interesting place Brienne’s mind probably was. Oh if only she could take a dip in there… if only she could submerge herself into the story of the soldier’s history. She didn’t know who she was of course, but the clothing and the horse and the stoic expression, painted consistently with a level of seriousness she’d never seen before, definitely gave enough away. That and the strange roughness of her hand. There were calluses on the flesh of her palm and pads of her fingertips, and the veins that wired themselves along the length of her fingers revealed a life of combat that anyone could pick up on with ease.

Though… not everyone could find the strength and build of a woman like that so… so captivating. So captivating and so… attractive. So handsome. So strapping. So glorious. Calypso didn’t feel an ounce of shame as the occasional blush sparked along her skin. This Brienne of Tarth woman was someone extraordinary. And she was lucky to have met her. And that look in those eyes… they spoke only to that. To whatever magnetic thing that Brienne carried within her soul. Calypso yearned to see more of it - to know more of it - to understand the stranger with the beautiful horse and the sweetest smile and the handsomest face… whom she had just met… who didn’t seem to smile… whose joy felt like a treasure when it was expressed… and the gods? Oh…

Well…

… the gods seemed to beam at that. They seemed to beam and they seemed to celebrate.

For in the next moment, Brienne’s lips- looking soft and heavenly- were parting and then curling into a smile and Calypso found herself cheering and falling and screaming for joy all at once.

“Yes,” the soldier said gently, “I plan to stay for a bit.”

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Thank you for your kind words anon, dear. I will think of them in each moment of each day and that alone will make my days great. I hope you're doing well and enjoyed this little piece. - Ripley x

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[semi-sketchy]

Alright, since I'm at that episode, I'm gonna elaborate on my actual problem with Dark Sonic:

To be honest, I don't think there's anything really wrong with Sonic during the episode. He's angry his friends have been hurt by a villain, so he harnesses the power of the fake Emeralds (which he has a physical negative reaction to) and smashes said villain's testing robots to pieces.

I never really considered this a problem. Sonic can get angry, be antagonized, the SA2 Shadow fight in Green Forest springs to mind.

Plus, Secret Rings has Darkspine Sonic, which is about as close to Dark Sonic as it gets. Sharha just died, trading her life for his, he absorbs the Rage, Sadness and Hatred Rings and transforms.

Even after he leaves the transformation, he still seems pretty pissed at Erazor Djinn, with killing Sharha at the top of the list.

So, yeah. It's not 1:1 and I'm not claiming these are the same, X is obviously more exaggerated, but I don't really have a problem with the concept. We can talk about how Eggman comes in, tells Sonic he needs to be better and not let his emotions overwhelm him, but frankly I think that's more of an X!Eggman issue than the transformation itself.

No, my real problem is, and always has been, how the fandom interpreted it. That's it. I've read so many fics, seen so many posts about Sonic just "turning dark" when angry, as if any transformations have ever been purely emotion without an external power-source. (Super requires the Chaos Emeralds, Hyper the Super Emeralds, Darkspine was 3 of the World Rings, Werehog was Dark Gaia energy, Excalibur Sonic was the sacred swords, Wisp transformations needed the Wisps, Super Sonic 2 was Chaos Emeralds + Cyber energy....you get it.)

The way I've always saw it, is yes, Sonic is upset, but he also is being affected by the fake Emeralds.

This is the Discotek translation, I don't know enough Japanese to say how accurate it is, all I know know is "warui" means bad/sick depending on the sentence. An older translation (and the English dub) points to him feeling physically sick around them.

Far as I can tell, he's already reacting bad to these Emeralds on top of being antagonized, so he uses power that's at his disposal does what the villain wants: fuck up his shit.

If the fake Emeralds didn't exist, this transformation wouldn't have happened. Additionally, since X ended and the only fake Emerald in the games was blown up in SA2, it can't happen again. (Unless you write scenario where someone makes fake Emeralds, but that requires writing for the form instead of just slapping it in à la characters in IDW.)

Perhaps I'm being too hard on a lot of kids that never really interacted with the source material and just wanted to write Sonic fanfics. I've read so many that made it quite obvious that the author didn't know anything about Sonic besides he's fast and I'm not really out here trying to say Sonic shouldn't inspire people to create. Never said I hated reading those fics, I got a good deal of entertainment out of them. It's simply this misconception has stretched so far, it's like the original context has been entirely erased.

And that's the part of Dark Sonic that bothers me.

I've seen plenty of arguments for why the transformation was a poor choice and I don't entirely disagree with them. For me, I could take it or leave it. It was a one-off short transformation in an anime where Sonic pretends to be Star Trek for a season, it just exists to me.

Although, it's been awhile since I last saw discussion of Dark Sonic, as a whole it seemed to be a bigger thing in the early 2010s. Possibly because now we have more recent Sonic shows and movies, it's not just X being the latest thing anymore. I certainly don't read fics like I used to, so I'd be surprised if it is still as heavily used as it used to be. Maybe if I get some time, I'll look up some fics and find out.

[landinrris]

Re: your tag “a top 10 video of the day tbh” - that made me curious. What ARE your top videos of the day and why?

Shuffled back through the videos for this, so here we go in no real particular order because I'm endeared to all of them and horrible with ranking things when they all make my mind vibrate in equal amounts. Shoving this under a "read more" because it got long (top 10 moments and all) and fic-y.

I'll start out with the first real video of the day that I remember (not counting Shaun Farrugia's Insta Story that clued everyone into Lando being on the boat). Just them dancing with each other in essentially a circle of people. Martin's hand on Lando's shoulder, his thumb splaying out along Lando's collarbone. Makes me weak and ill in equal measure. They have several moments caught on camera that feel like a "this is us being close while still in public," type thing.

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Them dancing together at the Decks. Who knows the state of Lando's sobriety at this point. It's so carefree and open. I love the little flags on his cheeks and the ribbon around his head (the chain of his necklace poking out the back of his hoodie overtop his undershirt). I'm pretty sure this is around the same time that Lando asks Martin if he wants a drink as well because Eva's on the other side of Martin as the camera pans up.

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This is a more understated moment that's pretty quick, but I just love that they're dancing in their own little world with everyone. Parked up next to each other because where else would they be? (original video link)

This video of them with Lando asking Martin if he wants a drink 🫠. Lando taking the second to ask Martin if wants anything, Martin pulling him close so he can hear what Lando's trying to tell him, the person recording the video panning over to them and then almost immediately pulling away, Martin stealing Lando's drink and then not letting him go while he pretends to drink it.... it's every bit of the video as you can see 😅. Like bro, you can let go of him, it's okay. But no, it's another one of those little moments I mentioned earlier where they can let themselves have this little thing in the middle of a crowded boat with who knows how many cameras pointed in their direction.

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This video simply because it's cute and short and sweet. Them both vibing. I've put it here more so because of Lando's little dance and shimmy. It makes me sickeningly endeared. Lando may have quit DJing apart from special circumstances, but you can tell he loves getting into the rhythm of it.

I have... too much to say about this one... The fact that they're kind of sequestered off to the side a bit- Lando even behind what looks like a makeshift curtain of clothing. There are a few others around them, but boy if their attention isn't solely on each other. Their little mirrored dance is so much as well. But what absolutely annihilates me is the way you can tell they're both smiling at each other towards the end. Plus the fact that it looks like Lando either leans into Martin as the video cuts, or Martin pulls him in. In any case, it's a moment of privacy and it makes me ill.

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These are two long Insta stories I recorded for reasons, the first one more pertinent to it immediately being here than the second. I just love Lando sitting in and amongst everyone. He's sitting next to Martin's father (which is an entirely separate thing tbh) chatting and having fun. The second video was included because when the lights go off and a spotlight shines back onto the area he was, Lando doesn't seem to be there, which was an interesting note I wanted to have in the records because of the shot of Martin making his way back in that direction during the first half. Much to think about. (Tumblr didn't like my embedded video, so here's a screenshot of the first bit, but you'll have to go through the link to see all of what I'm talking about)

This was just a quick tiny thing piggy-backing off the last video, but it's a more closeup shot of Lando chatting with Martin's father. It makes me all soft inside that he gets close with the families of the people important to him. (Tumblr also didn't like the embedded video that was originally here, so here's a screenshot if you don't want to click through to see the actual clip)

Putting this video here because of both Mat Normann's arms around Lando, but also because Martin's there vibing and dancing by his side. Like, they're truly just existing and having a good time. Need to know who gave Lando that stupid little visor. But again, I love it for the subtleness and the comfort with how packed that room was.

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And then finally, this video that might as well be an hour long. The smiles, the bouncing back and forth... Martin's arm moves away from Lando at one point, almost like he was pulling Lando at the beginning. Many thoughts head very full. They almost never get to do this at the same time with each other, and it's an addicting feeling.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I have been following you for a long time, actually, you are the first person I followed here and I saw that you have emergency requests. I was wondering if you had time to write one for me. So here's the story, the last few years have been more than a mess for me. I've been pretty methodically screwed for the past 4 years. Because things in my country are very complicated and very rough… I haven't had a single normal school year since the year I was in elementary school. First, it was Corona for a year and a half, then there were a lot of missiles, then there was the whole issue of laws and trials and now there is a war… Of course, in the background, there is a hurricane of political problems and next year the war will probably continue plus there will be many problems with the teacher's strikes… and all this is simply אoo much for me, I'm only in high school… I assume that you probably already know what country I'm from… but please let's put all the politicians aside, please… the things you write helped me get through all of this. So if you can, can you write to me about a reader (female) from One Piece or Demon Slayer who went through a very difficult time and all she wants is a few moments of quiet. Just a month or a year or week without fighting or weird things. just a normal life iven if it only for a littel bit. with a happy ending. Sorry for all the truma damping and thank you very much.

(I hope all this is understandable, English is not my first language and I wrote it in Google Translate)

Hi there! I'm the first person you followed? That... that makes me want to do a happy wiggle, I'm going to go do a quick happy wiggle.......... okay, I'm back from my happy wiggle. Things sound very rough over there, but I actually don't know where you're from. I don't watch or keep up with the news. I know there's the stuff with Palestine, Ukraine, and Trump was found guilty, but that's it. Before any of you get mad at me for not keeping up with the world, please know that I do this for my own well being. If I kept up with the news, it would shoot my anxiety and depression through the roof and I just really don't need that. As much as I care about human life and others, I need to focus on my own health and well-being too. I'm happy that my writing has been helping you get through it all, it's always flattering to know that my writing has helped someone and don't worry about trauma dumping, if it helps, I'm always happy to lend an ear. So this is an Ace fic, so I hope you enjoy it and I hope it makes you feel better. My best wishes on getting through this!

Word Count: 1170

Warnings: Female!Reader, comfort

     Why had things been so chaotic lately? It seemed as if every time you turned around there was some new thing going on, some new problem or some new drama. It might be fine if it were just one thing, if it was just Thatch chasing Ace through the halls for raiding the fridge or just a few attacks or storms hitting the Moby Dick. Who in their right mind attacked the strongest man alive anyway? But it wasn’t just one or two things. Yesterday it had been Marco roping you into helping him get the crew into their yearly physicals. Last week had seen a severe storm that had threatened even the Moby Dick, calling for all hands on deck. The week before that was an attack by an entire fleet of marines. Before that there had been multiple attacks on islands under Whitebeard’s protection. Okay, sure, you weren’t the only one taking care of things. The different commanders all split up, 5 of them taking their respective divisions to check out the islands, with you joining the second division as a temporary ‘doctor’ in case anyone was injured. During the storm, you’d been mostly taking care of things below deck with the other Whitebeard nurses, making sure cabinets were securely tied shut, glass bottles of medicine safely packed away, and anything on wheels kept from rolling everywhere. That wasn’t the point, however. The point was that you were tired of something new and stressful always cropping up!

     Honestly, was it really so much to ask for some peace and quiet? A moment of respite where you could just relax without worrying about the next thing. Okay, sure, you’d had a few days here and there where things hadn’t gone wrong. Nothing bad had happened and life aboard the Moby Dick was quiet, or at least, as quiet as things got on a ship with 1,600 males. However, with how things had been lately, you hadn’t been able to relax once. Always on edge, always expecting the next thing to crop up. How long had it been since things had been quiet on the Moby Dick? How long since you’d had a true moment of rest? Hell, you hadn’t even had time to simply relax with Ace. Just the two of you, laying on the deck, napping under the warm sun; or curled up under a warm blanket, forgotten mugs of hot cocoa having long since gone cold as you slept, leaning against each other. Okay, yes, the two of you were often caught simply napping together, but was that really such a bad thing? It meant things were calm, that you could afford to relax enough to take a nap, that you could sleep. Sleep had been… difficult lately. Tossing and turning as the anxiety of what would happen next ate away at you, waking up in the middle of the night at very little bump and thunk, expecting the worst. Ace had been trying to help as best as he could. Wrapping you up in your favorite blanket, heating himself and the blanket up to the perfect, soothing temperature, lightly humming songs that he didn’t even remember learning, though he’d deny humming if you ever asked about it. Thatch had made you mugs of tea or cocoa, Marco had given you sleeping pills, but none of it helped enough.

     Looking out over the railing, you sighed. There weren’t storm clouds on the horizon, no marine ships for miles, and nobody causing any particular chaos, but you still felt on edge. Feeling a hand on your shoulder nearly made you jump out of your skin, spinning around to find a familiar freckled face smiling at you.

     “Calm down, it’s just me. I came to check on you, you’ve been staring out at the ocean for a while now.” Ace said, standing next to you, leaning with his back against the railing.

     “Oh… Sorry. I guess I’m just on edge is all. There’s… been a lot happening lately and I just can’t seem to relax.” you admitted, sighing as you let your shoulders sag, the tension ebbing away for the moment. Ace nodded in understanding, looking up at the sky.

     “Yeah. It’s been pretty busy lately. I can’t remember the last time we took a nap together. But I mean, it’s nothing we haven’t dealt with before. We kind of signed up for this when we became pirates. Or… well, when you became one of Pops’ nurses. Besides, it’ll be fine, we’ll manage. As long as we’re both alive and together, we’ve got this.” Ace smiled at you as he tried to comfort you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

     “I… I know, I just… I guess I just… I wish it would stop, you know? I don’t need much, just a month, hell I’d settle for a week, of peace and quiet. No attacks, no storms, no running from an angry Thatch, or Pops telling me I can’t fight off marines because I’m ‘not a Whitebeard Pirate’... stupid no women rule. He has nurses, why can’t I be an official Whitebeard pirate?!” you grumbled, resting your arms on the railing and resting your head on your arms.

     “Hey, it’s alright. It’s not all that cool being a Whitebeard pirate anyway. You always have a huge target on your back and you have to listen to Marco whenever he tells you to do something, it’s probably way better that you’re not." Okay, he didn’t actually believe that. He loved being a Whitebeard pirate, but he was trying to make you feel better. “If it makes you feel better, I can take you on a vacation or something. We’ll talk to Pops and we can find a nice, peaceful little island where all we do is nap, eat, and mess around.” you smiled at Ace’s proposition, thinking about it for a moment. It would be nice after everything that had happened. A little vacation on a warm, peaceful island. Somewhere small enough that a marine presence wouldn’t be necessary, lots of trees to nap under, a warm beach with soothing waves, staring up at the stars as you drifted off to a good night's sleep.

     “Yeah… that sounds nice. Once we get the chance, we should talk to the captain.” you said softly, feeling yourself relax ever so slightly, not noticing the huge grin on Ace’s face.

     “No need! Marco’s been harassing me about taking some time off after what happened at Marineford and no one will mind if you’re gone for a little while. Pops has plenty of other nurses. We’ll pack some shit and tell Marco that I’m finally taking that time off. Let’s go!” Ace pushed himself off the railing, holding a hand out to you, making you smile.

     “Yeah, let’s go.” you took the young man’s hand, letting him pull you down the halls of the Moby Dick to pack some things. A little time off, that’s all you needed, all you both needed.

[tadokorochann]

Okay but for some reason Shiggy always playing video games also equals him being chronically online and as an incredibly touch starved early twenties male individual I equate that to him consistently browsing pron sites

so like now I'm thinking about what his browser history was before meeting reader and then after

with all his posturing in the previous ask I'm imagining his desire to want to have all the control and thus taking it by force-basically what AFO has been grooming him to do with his powers and manipulating him into his perfect lil revenge puppet --so honestly it's probably involves lots of violence, humilation, debasement of one's partner?

then presented with reader and that all getting almost instantly nullified cause SURPRISE Shiggy isn't actually like that at his core- he's really just not had any good role models. Like yeah enacting violence on someone who did him wrong may still sound appealing but you're basically a stranger and oh shit you're gently touching his arm and his tummy feels a little queasy but in a good way???

And you're apparently the first person in his life with a gotdamn brain cause you recommend he wear special gloves for his quirk so all his fingers are never touching something all at once and that's a game changer cause now he doesn't have to be so cautious about being close to people--even tho he still is--but he "claimed" you and you're running with it so you're not skimping on the cuddling obligations of a kept woman! (plus Kai was also probably with holding of touch due to his germphobia so you're craving touch like hell too)

okay this got outta hand! I meant this to be an ask about you and tomura watching porn together/him starting to share gentle femdom videos with you and shyly asking if you can try them 😅😂😂😂

Yesyesyes to all of this! Personally for this au (or storyline I guess since it’s canonverse?) I envision the reader to have a powerful nullification/cancellation quirk of some kind, purely to make both Shiggy and Kai more obsessed with her 🥰

For Kai I envisioned a kind of, not worship for reader, but… reverence? Or admiration of some kind, viewing the nullification as her body’s own efforts to resist the quirk virus. Despite it in and of itself being a quirk. The same type of cognitive dissonance he has when it comes to regarding himself as clean and undiseased despite having overhaul lol. In any case it was a reason to keep her suffocatingly close, make sure nothing else could touch her, soil her, make her dirty. I know the “I’m the only one Overhaul can touch without getting hives” bnha fic trope can be overused but I 100% do not care because that’s exactly how I saw this situation with reader. But, like you said, he’s a germaphobe. So even with skin to skin contact not being a primary issue I definitely think touch was still a point of conflict. And sex was… a very specific, step by step process that HE decided every little detail about. As was this entire relationship. He controlled her clothes, diet, physical activity, hobbies, any possessions she had. There was no choice which soured things even when Kai happened to pick something she enjoyed.

For Tomura readers quirk cancellation is simply a means for him to be able to touch someone with five fingers down. Hug her. Hold her hand without fear she’ll crumble. And it’s so huge for him 🥺🥺🥺 I’m getting off track as well lmao

Definitely love the idea of both Reader and Shiggy beginning to share/watch porn together and that Tomura’s browser history and stuff changes. Bc one of the things that had me chewing on this idea the most was him having someone to be soft with, and to be able to make self discoveries with.

100% feel like Kai did not allow reader the consumption of porn either for reasons of keeping her “clean” mentally or bc of being possessive, possibly both. And domming him was a definite no, at least in this particular blurb.

Reader explores freedom of choice in regards to sex, porn, affection, food, spending time with actual people (no real companions were allowed at the Hassaikai because Kai was adamant he was ✨all she needed✨) and just generally being happy w him. And Tomura gets to begin to unpack the ideals AFO saddled him with. Meanwhile Kai gets to be armless and having a constant breakdown in Tartarus 🥰

(edit: the idea/blurb referenced is here for those who haven’t seen it)

[f-imaginings]

Hello! I’ve been reading Knowing me, knowing you for like 2 weeks already, I just finished chapter 38 and I gotta say… this is one of the best (if not THE best) fanfic I’ve ever read, and I’ve been reading fics since 2016. I’m obsessed with bill and ford and the way you characterize them is flawless.

I have one request of you: could you please tell me if I can expect lighter side of their relationship/them working together/being kinda happy (?) together in the remaining 20 chapters? The angst is perfectly written but I feel emotionally drained because of it as this fic is what I mostly think about lately😭

I hope you’re able to answer my question (I don’t mind light spoilers) and I wish u the best day!!!

I guess it depends on what you consider light and happy. this definitely isn't a fluffy fic, nor should the ship be relatively fluffy considering the source material, but I like to think there are lots of moments past chapter 34 that demonstrate the fun side of the pairing, particularly throughout the portal adventures, and my goal with the ending is to leave it somewhat hopeful and open ended. There is a bunch of comedy scattered throughout and I want to do each character arc justice, since this is probably more of a character driven fic than simply a ship fic.

This also comes back around to canon which includes weirdmaggedon so more bad stuff does happen to both of them but the point of the fic is to highlight each characters flaws and similarities. That might not mean the future is all sunshine and lollipops for both of them, but hey that's what the spin off will be for, to explore how at each intersection of things going wrong, what would need to change for things to go right.

I'm glad you're enjoying it so far! Just wait til you get to the lottocron 9 chapter, or Ford's adventures in the m dimension! Plus they do eventually go on a library date (though I can't say it's entirely free from angst haha)

[amethystina]

Fanfic Tag Thingie

I am choosing to be tagged by @miss-ingno because this sounded like fun and I need an escape from the realisation that I am literally on the edge of burnout and my life is a mess. So here we go! :D

How many works do you have on AO3?

76

What's your total AO3 word count?

2 237 636

... and I have around 200k more just sitting in my WIP folders. I can't write short things x'D

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's mainly various Kdramas (The Devil Judge, Black Knight, plus my bold venture into Strangers From Hell) but, before that, it was mostly The Losers, Marvel, Pacific Rim, and Teen Wolf. With the occasional detour here and there.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Who Holds the Devil (The Devil Judge, Gahan) at 3 390

Tech Support (MCU, Winteriron) at 3 217

Autonomy (MCU, Winteriron) at 3 137

I Won't Hold My Breath (MCU, Winteriron) at 2 914

Conflict of Interest (MCU, Winteriron) at 2 173

It's honestly a little wild to me that Who Holds the Devil has somehow managed to race to the top despite the other fics being at least four years older (sometimes more). And for a much bigger fandom, at that. You guys are not fucking around.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Every single one if I can, though it can sometimes take a while before I get to all of them. And I just can't help it, I guess? Partly because I want to show that I've read the comment and appreciate the time and effort that went into writing it, but also because it often gives me an opportunity to talk about my writing and the choices I made in the fic.

And, apparently, the fact that I reply to all comments has become a bit of a thing at least when it comes to Who Holds the Devil, where readers will search through my replies looking for tidbits and extra information about the fic, characters etc.

(you guys are so weird and so dedicated and I love all of you xD)

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Grief (The Losers (Comics)). Because it is, predictably, about grief and how to keep living after someone you love has died. Though I would argue that the ending has a hint of hopefulness to it since it's also about moving on from said grief?

But yeah. Definitely that one since it's Major Character Death that I choose not to fix.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally every single fic except for the one above xD I LOVE my happy endings, okay? And it's kind of difficult to rank them since it depends a lot on the setting, characters, and the personal preference of the reader.

Heck, I even managed to give my Strangers From Hell fanfic a sugary sweet happy ending! That's dedication right there!

Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, from time to time. I've gotten everything from childish insults calling me a bad writer to backhanded comments questioning my choices, writing style, grammar, spelling, dedication, intelligence, etc. I've even received more targeted, personal hate where people I thought I could trust were making fun of me behind my back in private chat rooms.

Most recently, though, it's less hate and more the "I simply must tell you that you're not writing this fic as I want you to write it" type of deal. Often paired with "It's my personal opinion and I have every right to express it." Which, fair enough. But that means I get to do the same, which I've noticed is something those kinds of commenters kind of hate. Especially when I point out that they've now made me a lot less keen to write the fanfic they're supposedly so fond of.

Turns out people don't like being reminded that their actions have consequences.

All in all, though, I've learned to just delete the comments I find too offensive or hateful.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh god no. Sex scenes are the bane of my existence and I spend the entire time writing them looking like this: ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)

I've been told I'm not bad at writing them (the ones in Until Death Do Us Unite were quite appreciated) but anything involving sex or sexual tension is just a nightmare for me. Even more so when it's supposed to be kinky or extra spicy.

So why is one of the main ships I write for right now clearly a Dom/sub ship, you ask?

Because I'm an idiot. That's why.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you've written?

I rarely do. The only crossover I've written is Resurrection where Derek Hale ends up in Purgatory together with Dean Winchester and they fight their way back to the world of the living (so Derek replaces Benny, basically).

I also have this one random fic (yet unposted) where Tony Stark and Eddie Brock are a couple (from the MCU and Venom movies, that is). But they're technically both in the Marvel universe so I'm not sure if that counts?

Long story short, crossovers aren't really my thing. I rarely write or read them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Several, in fact, from various fandoms. Mostly into Russian, Spanish, or Mandarin. And I am honestly so flattered every time someone asks me if they can translate one of my fics 💜

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, no. I made plans to write a fic with a friend once, but we never got to the point of actually writing it. And, in all honesty, I think that might be just as well. I'm a perfectionist and writing a fic with me would probably be very exhausting for the other party xD

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I really don't know. Like, I'm tempted to say Jensen and Cougar from The Losers, or maybe Destiel or Stony, but I think that's partly founded in comfort and nostalgia. My ships change as I do and I really can't pinpoint an all-time favourite.

But CURRENT favourite? Definitely Kang Yo Han and Kim Ga On because they present such a wonderful challenge to someone like me, who loves to go real deep into character motivations, behaviour etc. They're a delight.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm not sure. I plan to finish all the ones I've started posting but there might be some in my folders that I'll decide to abandon if I truly can't revive my interest in them. But, usually, I can.

And, speaking of that, to all my MCU peeps (if there are any of you still out there): I know you've waited six years for the Tech Support sequel but it's finally been written and just needs to be edited. It's coming, my darlings. I promise.

Basically, when I say I'll do something, I will do it — even if it takes me six goddamn years, apparently x'D

What are your writing strengths?

Characters, tone, and emotions. I'm good at capturing the essence of the characters and write them in a way that feels believable and close to canon. I'm also really good at making people feel things with my writing, I've been told. According to testimonials, my readers can often see what's happening play out inside their heads like a movie, and feel the characters' emotions as they're living through them.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Aside from the aforementioned sex scenes? I think it's my inability to keep things short. I use a lot of unnecessary words and could definitely get better at being more concise. In a similar vein, I sometimes focus so much on the details with lengthy, wordy descriptions that I accidentally forget about the big picture, which is understandably confusing to my readers.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it from time to time (since my man Cougar speaks Spanish) but I'm pretty careful with it. And if it's longer sentences I always make sure to double-check with a native speaker.

First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf! Which, admittedly, was because I didn't care if I fucked it up x'D I enjoyed the first two seasons of Teen Wolf, make no mistake! But I chose it mainly because it wasn't the ship I was the most emotionally invested in and so I figured it wouldn't feel as bad if it turned out that I sucked. Luckily enough for me, I didn't xD

Favourite fic you've written?

Just like with the all-time favourite ship, I'm not sure if I can answer this one. Because I like all of my fics but in different ways.

I'll always have a fondness for that first huge Teen Wolf series I wrote, for example, and had a lot of fun with Autonomy because of the world-building. Same goes with Hyperborean. But Who Holds the Devil is definitely my favourite when it comes to character work. While Allies is my favourite when it comes to tone, since it ended up just the way I wanted it to. And Until Death Do Us Unite was an absolute BLAST because I got to write horror and some really weirdass shit, which I've never done before.

So, truly, I can't say. Each one I've written has something I cherish and while some definitely stand out more than others, I wouldn't be able to just pick one.

___

And that's that! I tag whoever wants to do it! :D

[melonminnie]

Ah you must I love your fics, so could you make a reincarnated reader in the villain is a puppet? I would like everyone to be platonic yanderes, perhaps the reader has a strange power that turns the people he often lives with into yanderes [In his past life the reader was unhappy, he found his life boring and insipid, so he decided to die, That's how an unknown god gave her that power]

That's why she was reincarnated as Raffaello's younger sister. Reaching adulthood, but even being somewhat unaware of his power.

Raffaello was too affected by his yanderismo that when he became a duke he prohibited his sister from going abroad, because in his eyes the reader is an angel and must protect her. Then by the work of fate, meet our imperial twins.

So the reader doesn't remember almost anything about her life other than the lack of affection she had, so she really is a bit lazy with her brother's possessive behavior. When Kayena recognized the reader, she was surprised and heard voices whispering to her, putting ideas into her, that's the power of the reader. As for rezef, he is relatively already an overprotective and jealous yandere because the reader took his escapades as a young man and by the work of God he met rezef as a child, giving him his friendship and love, things that rezef clung to.

Forgive me for the long text, can you develop the idea better, I'm missing some things because I don't remember much of the chapters I read hehehe. I know it has nothing to do with it, but if you're going to receive my request, I should give you something. Here is a picture I painted of Aki hayakawa for my art class. Happy new year!! 😄🥰🥰🥰

LITTLE TWIN STARS

YAN!Raffaello x Young! sister! Reader x YAN! Imperial twins (platonic sorta)

Warning!: Being trapped inside, Mention’s of leg breaking, Mentions of dying

DESCRIPTION <3: Meeting the imperial twins even though your not allowed to go outside because your brother said so

AUTHOR NOTE!: YOIR DRAWING IS SO COOL! I don’t know if you wanted a make or female reader but you mentioned younger sister so I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR REQUEST THO <333 I tried my hardest to be as accurate as possible!

For as long as the young girl could remember, Well to be exact she didn’t remember anything, She remembers wishing to die and doing that, Not because of family, friend,Or bullying problems, She just decided she no longer wanted to be alive.

it’s not like she expected to reincarnated into a non existent character!,But nonetheless you were happy, Being the male leads younger sister was just a plus in your eyes!, Living there so cluelessly eating sleeping and buying everything to your heart’s desires while your older brother watched.

Truthfully you never spoke to him sure you ate lunch or dinner with him but you wouldn’t exchange any words, Sometimes he was just maybe a little creepy when he didn’t eat but just watched you eat.

At first he liked the expressions you made, how your eyes would light up when you liked the food, or how you’d try to starting a conversation with him when you didn’t, He knew you never in a million years would want to even greet him, Yet he’d simply turn a blind eye to it.

Those little moments meant more to him then he thought they would, He started getting obsessed, He’d start assigning more guards to you whenever you’d leave the mansion, He’d make his assistant tell him your every moment.

Maybe at some point he realized, Your too good of an angel for this world, Hell even if you murdered an entire person, He wouldn’t care he’d defend you with his whole heart, Your his little baby sister after all why wouldn’t you want him too?.

At that point it hit him, No one was allowed to see you, He’d get the title of duke he knew he would, When he did you would never ever ever leave him, Nor would you leave the mansion or the country, he’ll break your legs if you even protested about it!.

And so Raphael was soon the duke of kedrey, His first move was to call you to his office, This was a surprise when you were asked by one of the servants to go to his office (or room I don’t know).

“Your forbidden from traveling abroad from this day on ward” Was the first thing you heard him say, “Umm okay” was the only thing she said and it sounded so hesitant.

He was surprised slightly, But was somehow happy you didn’t protest, It meant you never had the intention of even wanting to travel aboard, That made him smile a little. “You may leave if you want” He replied happily.

“Hmm” now the only reason the girl didn’t say anything, Was because first, She could careless it’s not like she had another house to suddenly turn too, Secondly, She wasn’t planning on traveling he clearly only said aboard so she can clearly go to the capital.

Maybe it’s been months or weeks sense you last went out, You were probably losing your mind!.

But for some reason Raphael made an exception to let you out just for today, So you decided to go to the capital, There you met princess cayena, Who surprisingly knew who you were.

After a while of talking she started acting up, More so she started hearing these tiny voices that would appear every now and then it would start of as, One, then two, then it escalated to eight at a time to the point she felt like she was losing her mind, So she got up and left.

She didn’t know it was you of course you didn’t know you were the reason to it too, After feeling better she thought about sending you a letter apologizing to you, And maybe inviting you for tea!,Wouldn’t that be nice?.

You accidentally met rezef when the princess was kidnapped, you took it as a chance and ran away, It was purely out of coincidence, Of course he knew who you were. You helped him as a kid, receiving your love and affection, it was a chance given to him, to finally take you from your brother, He can use this to take you, to warn your brother to stay away from his sister or your going to be found dead.

[cabinofimagines]

A Play Of The Year

Happy Easter! and APRIL FOOLS! at least basically. This idea has been churning like rotten butter between me and Danny since Christmas last year. Don't worry and enjoy :) It's one of the more mm serious April fools fics we made thusfar.

Pairing: Platonic a bunch x gn reader or something Request: Can I count Danny letting me write this as one? Word count: 2.3 k I am so sorry Warnings: Proceed with caution if you have religious (christian) guilt I suppose, and not that this fic isn't meant as harmful towards those of christian believe, it's satire. The rest? you'll find out (nothing serious, the banner gives most of it away)

-Asnyox

Normally, besides an egg hunt or themed activity, you didn’t celebrate Easter. Camp Half-Blood simply didn’t care too much- so when Camp Jupiter invited most of the campers to their easter activities you were pumped. You weren’t entirely sure what was going to happen. But excitedly you signed up with a few of your friends, and went on a little road trip to get to Camp Jupiter. 

What you weren’t expecting was a play. Last time you checked, there wasn’t an open air stage at this camp, but when you sat down there it was. It wasn’t just a center stage- there were screens to either side, streaming what was happening on stage live. You spotted so many speakers. Nico sat next to you, with Will next to him, Percy and Annabeth were on your other side. You knew one secret, and that is that Leo was Mary. Apparently they had cast Reyna for the role, but as she was with the hunters she (surely with a heavy heart) asked Leo at the Waystation to fill in for her. Leo being the good friend he is, obviously agreed. You figured it would be pretty funny to seem him act.  

And as you watched the people slowly get into their seats, you realized the entirety of Camp Jupter and New Rome was going to see this play. It got you excited really, how good must this play be to amass this many people, but as you were about to voice your excitement Percy sighed from next to you. 

“I can’t believe I was forced to come to this because I was a part of the Legion once.” he said and Annabeth petted his arm. “It can’t be that bad, Perce,” she tried to console him, “See how many people are coming!” 

“But weren’t they all part of the Legions once?” Will asked, and Nico nodded. 

“Apparently Hazel and Frank had to put in a law for participation,” he explained, “because nobody ever showed up to watch the Easter play.” 

“What?” you balked, “Is it that bad? Why didn’t you warn me?” Nico smiled at you, clearly amused by your state. 

“Well, I figured I could force Will to come, but not you if you knew, besides you looked excited.” 

“I wouldn’t have if you had been honest with me.” you glared at him, “Why did you even come if it’s bad?” 

“Legal sibling obligation, Hazel’s in the play.” he explained, “Will’s my forced plus one.” Will rolled his eyes, but laughed. 

“Same as me,” Annabeth joined in, “Morale support for Percy. You’re the only one here of your own free will I’m afraid.” 

“Not for long, I’m leaving-” but before you got up, Nico grabbed your arm and pointed at the stage. 

The play was starting. 

The stage was empty as the lights flashed on. Hazel made her dramatic entrance onto the stage, to a mildly warm applause from the audience. It kept going until she raised both her hands, immediately silencing the audience. She started her speech.  

“A long time ago in a town called Nazareth there lived a young woman called Mary and a young carpenter called Joseph.” As Hazel moved to the side, two people who you assumed to be Mary and Joseph entered onto the stage. With their entrance, the background of the stage went from neutral to a more sunset like atmosphere, allowing you a good look at the new characters. 

Leo Valdez, who you knew was Mary, wore a beige dress, and a blue cloak over his head and shoulders. Somehow he was certainly looking as if he was going through tough times. Funnily enough, his performance was complimented by Bobby, Jason’s friend who took care of the elephants. They slowly walked across the stage, where Leo- sat on a stool, as Bobby kept walking and exited from the stage. Hazel continued her narration. 

“They loved each other very much and they also loved God very much. Mary of Nazareth was very special because God had chosen her to be the Mother of His Only Son. God sent the angel Gabriel to ask Mary if she would be the Mother of God.”

Blaise, son of Vulcan, was lowered onto the stage, gigantic wings on his back and for some reason a crown that was literally on fire. He stops inches from the floor, as he spreads his arms and addresses Leo. 

“Mary, you are the chosen one. Soon you will have a baby boy. He will be very special. He will be the Son of God and you must call him Jesus.” Leo tried to look surprised, and quickly walked off stage while Blaise was being raised again, until both of them were off the stage. 

“Soon after the angel’s visit, Herod, the ruler of the land, gave an order” Hazel said

Claudia flew in using winged shows, dressed as the average Mercury interpretation and yelled; “By order of the emperor, everyone must return to the place they were born to pay a special tax!” you could hear her yell it once more off stage as she kept flying, before you heard a loud crashing noise.

Bobby entered the stage, and he looked awfully worried. Was it acting, or did Claudia break a bone? But Hazel continued no matter what was happening. 

“Joseph was worried. He was born in a place called Bethlehem. It was a long way away and Mary’s baby was due any time. Joseph and Mary knew they had to go and they prepared for the journey.”

Leo came onto the stage, now wearing a fake pregnant belly. You did not want to consider pregnant Leo Valdez, yet here you were. Behind him Festus went onto the stage, Bobby and Leo got on and Festust started flying over the audience, eliciting some gasps from the audience. 

After a moment, Hazel started her dialogue. “Mary rode to Bethlehem on a donkey, with Joseph walking by her side. Remember, Mary was about to have a baby, so it was a very long dangerous journey. Mary and Joseph were very grateful to their faithful donkey who carried Mary so bravely and so carefully.” 

Festus landed on the stage again, and Leo and Bobby got off. 

“Thank you little donkey” Leo said as he petted Festus. “YOU’RE WELCOME CUPCAKE!” Coach Hedge’s voice blared from the speakers. Unbothered, Hazel continued the story. 

“It took many days to reach Bethlehem. When they arrived, Mary was very tired. They needed to find somewhere to stay, but the town was crowded with lots of other travelers and every inn they went to was full.”

Dakota, Lavinia and Marilyn entered, each holding a door in front of them. You saw Bobby open his mouth, but Leo was quicker in saying the line. 

“Let’s go and see if they have room for us,” he said, and Bobby had the quickest glare, before knocking on the first door. Dakota opened the door, and Leo asked whether there was a room. Dakota shook his head, closed the door, picked it up and walked off the stage. The scene is the exact same for the other two inn-keepers, before Hazel speaks again, and as she speaks, Dakota enters the stage again, still holding his door. 

“Eventually, seeing how tired they both looked, one kind innkeeper took pity on them.” Dakota opened his door, and stepped out of it. 

“I have no room at the inn,” Dakota hiccuped, “but you can stay in the stable where I keep my animals. It is dry and warm.” 

Leo and Bobby thanked him, and as they walked to the right of the stage, from the left an entire stable on wheels was brought in. But not just that, because this stable was complete with an elephant, and buford the table who was mooing. Did they not find any pegasi willing to take the stage or something? Either way, Leo, Bobby and Dakota left the stage, only for Leo and Bobby to re-enter from the other side, still leading Festus who patiently took his place next to the war elephant. 

How the fuck did they manage to get Festus to cross backstage that quickly? 

“During the night Mary gave birth to Jesus.” Hazel paused to point at the birth. Leo start screaming, as the golden boy, Jason Grace, somehow came out from under Leo’s stool. He was naked, except for a pair of skin colored boxers. Bobby quickly draped a cloth over him, roman style.  “He was wrapped in strips of cloth and laid in a manger full of hay.” Hazel finished her sentence as Jason laid himself in the manger, his face the only visible bit to the audience. 

This apparently was a cue for the animals on stage to start speaking, as a different coach Hedge voice came from Buford’s speaker. 

“Test, test. Is this okay, kid? Yeah. okay. Cow: Let’s moooove a little bit closer to Child.” coach’s voice sounded calm. 

“I, the sheep,” It sounded from behind the elephant, “say that we might wake up the baaaaby Jesus if we do that.” 

“No,” This time it was clearly Leo with a voice changer sounding from Festus, “hee haw, hee haw he’s already awake.” 

From the other side of the stage the inn-keepers re-entered, wearing beards and hats. You were quickly corrected by Hermes. 

“Nearby on a hillside overlooking the town some shepherds were watching over their sheep. As they did so a very bright light came into the sky.” Blaise slowly descended once again, this time holding a lamp “The light was an angel sent by God.”

“Do not to be afraid,” Blaise spoke, “I have good news. The Son of God has been born. You will find him in a stable in Bethlehem.” He was being pulled back up again, only for the rope to hitch and him to drop the lamp all the way down. The shepherds yelled curses, but quickly went “we’re fine! We’re fine!!” before scrambling to pick up the biggest pieces of the lamp. Hazel was gaping at the scene, but she quickly recovered.

“The shepherds were excited and went to Bethlehem to find Jesus.” Dakota, Lavinia and Marilyn walked off stage carrying the pieces of the lamp. They came back out on the other side of the stage as Hazel resumed her speech, “When they found Jesus they were filled with joy. They told Mary and Joseph about the angel in the sky.”

“This must be the Son of God.” Dakota said. 

“The angel told us he will be the savior of the world.” Marilyn spoke up. 

“Can I kiss His feet?” Lavinia asked. 

“Ew, no.” Leo said, “What are you, a pedo?” clearly this was unscripted, as Lavinia burst out laughing. 

“Thank You God for giving us Your Son.” Dakota tried to save the bit. 

Then on the other side of the stage, Frank, Janice, Micheal and … the Grinch? entered. Pointing at the sun, which was now in the middle of the sky. Hazel narrated the scene once again. 

“A long way away in the East, three wise kings who studied the stars and the horrid Grinch, saw a new very bright star shining in the sky. They knew that this meant a great ruler had been born. The three wise men decided to go and find the baby. The wise men followed the star to the stable in Bethlehem. They found Jesus lying in a manger. They gave him gifts,”

Whoever played the Grinch first approached baby Jason Jesus, and showed the audience and Jason their gift. “I give you the gift of Easter! And eggs! And chocolate! All shall search and feast to this little man! All must do!” and as the Grinch laughed maniacally, cannons from the stage started firing chocolate Easter eggs at the audience. 

Instead of excitement, the first few rows mainly screamed in pain and tried to duck away from the fire. Contrary to popular belief, chocolate is very hard and not nice to get hit by. But as the cannons stopped, and the audience was silent once again, the show had to go on. 

Frank walked up to Jasus, and kneeled down, as he gave him his gift. “I give you my pledge to your legion, which I shall follow till the end.” Janice stood tall next to him, brandishing a spear, “I will give you forces and loyalty, to build the greatest empire that mankind will ever know.” Next up was Micheal, who spread his arms wide as he more addressed the audience than Jason. “And I! Shall give you this cross, the means to and end and the end to a means! It shall guide you with the will of the Roman Empire!” From the ceiling of the theater a cross lowered. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be like gold, incense and myrrh?” Will whispered to Nico and as you looked at Nico, his face was once of disbelief. 

“The fuck are they doing?” he whispered under his breath “Don’t they know the Romans killed Jesus?” Yet the play continued. 

Jason got up from the manger, spread his arms, and probably by harness and wires, got lifted to align with the cross Micheal had lowered. The Grinch stood up, and as Micheal fastened Jason to the cross (by straps, and two clearly fake spikes) the Grinch brandished a knife. Jason looked up one last time, as he pitfully said his one and only line.

“Et tu, Grinch?” and the Grinch stabbed him. 

Cheers erupted. The horrors had finally passed.

[princesscolumbia]

Ānzhuōniichuan - Chapter 1: That Butterfly Died a Long Time Ago

Thankfully, this particular idea is not a megawork waiting to happen, just a novel's worth of ideas and arcs that came to me while I was putting the finishing touches on Double Isekai ch. 9.

Summary:

Thousands of years ago, long before anyone keeping records even knew of the place, Jusenkyo created one of the more exotic pools in its repertoire. This pool would go unnoticed and undiscovered...until an idiot hauls his son through China under the guise of a martial arts training trip.

Notes:

As of the time of posting, all Romanized Chinese is provided via Google Translate, which we all know sucks. If you know enough Chinese to spot and make corrections, please do so in the notes and I'll make the adjustments as I get the chance. Note about pronouns: Kickin' it old-school with this one; When Ranma's (and others with gender-related curses) in male form, male pronouns will be used. Similar for female form and pronouns. There's simply going to be too much going on at various points in this to provide the necessary cues via narrative at all the places to show which body they're in without breaking the flow. (Plus, and this is a teeny spoiler for something that comes up later in this fic, Ranma is gender-fluid and bi for this one) (...I know, I'm writing a Ranma that's not a purely Sapphic transwoman? Me?! Who'd have thought?) Oh, one more thing; this has a single change to the established Ranma 1/2 canon timeline. Yup, just one. Good ol' butterfly effect means that this one change means a LOT of little differences crop up over time, and the change happening thousands of years prior means that there's a LOT of these little oddities. If you're reading and say, "Wait, that didn't happen that way..." it's specifically because of the one alteration cascading through time. ...claiming full credit and ownership of the OC, though. 😎

Preview under the cut:

"Pops, get yer furry ass BACK HERE!" shouted the now cute, short, and girly martial artist. Not cute! Rough and tough and manly, damnit! The ground they were running across was shifting, which made sense. The entire valley was littered with spring pools, it wasn't surprising that the soil would be loose. That said, she and her currently panda father were far too skilled as martial artists to let some loose topsoil hinder them.

Surprise human male to the face...not so much.

Ranma's one real thought as she took a human person's mass to her torso and head was, Hey, he looks familiar! just before he impacted with her. She felt them both slam into the weak soil and the entire surface started to shift. Thinking quickly, she grabbed first a handful of grasses, then a handful of the shirt the other boy was wearing and held on as what turned out to be the embankment of a bluff, not quite a cliff but close to it, that overlooked a section of the Pools of Sorrow. She felt her shoulders nearly yank out of their sockets as gravity hauled the boy down into the valley. Remembering the abject terror she experienced not minutes before as she surfaced from the source of her own life-altering change, she was not going to let that happen to anyone else if she could help it. "Grab on!" she shouted, "Hold on to something!"

The boy (Why does he look so familiar?!) shook his head to clear it and looked around before looking up at her, "It's fine, I'm a martial artist. Just drop me, I'll land in that water down there."

"Nononono!!! You do NOT want to land in that water!" she felt more than heard the grass she was gripping in her other hand starting to tear. She may have a fairly sizeable handful and her grip was trained by no fewer than four obscure martial arts her old man had dragged her to over the years that focused on weirdly specific stuff like that, but grass was grass was grass and this wasn't going to hold up under their combined weights. "Trust me," she practically shouted, "Falling in this water is very bad!" She glanced around herself, trying to find anything that would give her purchase to keep them from taking another dunk. Unfortunately, when the ground beneath them gave way, not only did it break off some of the bluff and take them down with it, the remaining earth, an almost wet clay from what she could tell, was angled away from her. She was basically being held aloft by tearing grasses and her wrist as she held the training ground's next apparent victim over what looked like a fairly out-of-the-way pool. Right over it. As in, even if she managed to swing him somehow, she wouldn't be able to get him far enough out to avoid landing in the water.

"I can swim, it's okay, really! Don't hurt yourself on my account, miss!"

"I'm not a 'miss,' you idiot!" At his baffled expression, she started getting a little frantic and it was coming out in her voice, cracking an octave higher than she liked, "I woke up with a dick and no boobs this morning!"

He seemed to get it, at least enough to react the way she intended him to, eyes going wide. Unfortunately, just as he was raising his hands to grab onto her wrist, his shirt tore. In Ranma's defense, it looked like it was an older shirt that had seen one too many days on the road.

Ranma felt like time was going in slow motion as the boy fell to the water. This particular pool didn't have a shoot of bamboo sticking out of it, so that potential fall hazard was, thankfully, not there. On the other hand, if he was a martial artist like he said he coulda grabbed the pole...not like it matters now... As the splash pattered to the ground and surface of the pool, she realized that this particular pool wasn't as deep as the one she had fallen into...not that it made any difference in the end result. Huh...I guess there's two girl springs...? she thought absently. The freshly minted girl made her way slowly to her feet, water coming up to about her thighs. The torn shirt was substantially more filled out in the chest than it had been previously, and the girl's previously black hair was now a shockingly pretty green color that somehow looked right on her and made the black and yellow bandana on her head stand out in a very cute and attractive way. Well, at least the springs make some real lookers, she thought. "Oh, jeeze!" she hollered down, "I'm so sorry!"

The girl looked up and Ranma could swear her eyes kinda flashed at her, but that was probably a trick of the light.

Just then, the guide managed to run down the path between the springs. "Mister customer...! Oh, another customer! Not need run so much! Was going to..." the man clearly wasn't nearly up to Ranma's fitness level as he stopped and huddled down, hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath.

As though everything else that happened weren't enough, she heard the sound of the grass tearing further and had just enough time to say, "Oh fu~!!!" before she felt gravity get its revenge and yank her down. She managed, by sheer dint of the training her father had put her through, to reflexively grab onto the one thing between her and the pool, which was the other teen's backpack. She found herself practically wrapping around it like a particularly affectionate vine, not wanting to test what happens when you fall into two pools on the same day.

Which was, apparently, a valid concern. "Aiyah!" gasped the guide, "Mister customer be very careful! If fall into two pools the..."

...which was exactly when the straps on the backpack, sized for the brick of muscle and bone the other girl had been not five minutes before and not the willowy (if well endowed) form the other teen had now, chose that moment to fall off her shoulders and drop Ranma in the fairly shallow water.

As she surfaced (not hard to do, she merely had to sit up...though that task was made a little harder by the surprisingly heavy pack that planted her firmly on the spring's floor), she heard the guide say with a very disheartened voice, "...curses mix..."

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry!" came a voice that sounded light and willowy as a hand reached down and hefted the pack from Ranma's body. This freed up her hands so she could rub the water out of her eyes and she looked up and saw the new face of the other teen...and found herself oddly transfixed, even if just for a moment. It wasn't quite like when she saw a pretty girl and her heart skipped a beat, or at least it was different enough from that feeling that she could identify it as different, but it wasn't anything she could remember feeling with anything or anyone else before.

"'S'okay, it aint like I didn't already take a dunk. Guess I'm just now double-girl or something." She took the other new girl's offered hand and together they waded their way to the dry bank.

"Very strange, not sure what spring customers fall in..." the guide's words trailed off as he scratched his head.

Ranma looked back to the pool and then at the guide again, "Aint it just another girl spring or somethin'?"

The guide shook his head, "Customer no understand; only one of any type of spring in all valley." He pointed at the spring right next to the one they had fallen into, "That Spring of Drowned Pig, tragic story of pig who fall into spring and drown over 400 year ago." Both Ranma and the other girl looked at the still water with alarm and very deliberately moved to stand over next to the guide, "No be another Spring of Drowned Pig until this one dry up or get buried and another pig drown in different, fresh spring. Mister Customer," he indicated Ranma, "Already fall in Spring of Drowned Girl, but I not see this spring before," he pointed at the still rippling waters, "Look like bluff fall, uncover spring, I think? Not happen often, but surprised spring not buried when bluff fell."

"Well, whatever," she sighed, "I...need pants. Can you get me back to my pack? And, I dunno, maybe help us find a cure or somethin'? We're both supposed t'be guys."

"Ah, yes! Mister Customer and other customer run away before I could explain; curse only part time. You always be cursed, but get normal body back with hot water." The two girls blinked owlishly at him, so he clarified, "Cold water now turn you into cursed form," he waved up and down at their new bodies, "Hot water turn back into mans. I have kettle at home, will change you back."

They both heaved a sigh of relief, "Well," said the new girl, "It aint a cure, but it's not as bad as it could be."

"Oh, gods!" exclaimed Ranma, "I thought I was stuck like this forever! Lead the way, sir, I need pants!"

(Read the rest at AO3)

[plaidpyjamas]

fuck it, Avengers Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic idea/outline

This is mainly an AU for my Avengers OC Desmond - he grew up in a lab and has a regenerative mutation because of it. In his main story/universe, Tony and Pepper unofficially adopt him and his life is able to finally turn around. The set up is the same here, except that Tony Stark is a Monster with Too Much Power I can try and write it as an "x reader" fic if people want, but portions of it do hinge on Desmond and his own origin story, plus I'd need a beta reader to go through and swap pronouns over. Anyway here's some quick thoughts on the fic, laying down a little bit of groundwork as far as Desmond's situation goes. I can't guarantee I'll actually write it though hhhhh TW: NON-CON (the focus is Desmond's sexual assault at the hands of Tony & Bruce), transphobia, and probably a whole load of other stuff if I do write it

DARKFIC – Tony x Desmond x Bruce Non-con, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Desmond is taken in by Tony around the same time [somewhere around Avengers2012?]

Because of all the tech and money Tony has provided SHIELD he’s gained too much freedom and power – no one is really able to stop him from doing what he wants, because he could rip away nearly all of SHIELD’s resources at this point

What Tony wants, in “adopting” Desmond, is a plaything (he also brings Bruce into it- he's in this weird limbo where he still joins Tony in assaulting Desmond, but he apologizes nearly the entire time, which makes Desmond feel worse)

 Fury feels partly responsible for what Tony (and by extension Bruce) is doing to Desmond – he’s unable to do anything and the guilt eats at him - Fury's constant apologizing and trying to “make it up to him” just makes Desmond feel worse (are you noticing a trend)

Pepper is also trapped – first in her job and now in her marriage w/ Tony – she and Desmond, while living together and going through the same things, aren’t able to do anything to help each other, aside from sympathetic glances now and then (Tony doesn’t allow them together unsupervised maybe?)

Pepper tries to comfort Desmond when she can - by making him food or other small things. She genuinely cares about Desmond, but is really doing these small things for him so she doesn't have to think about her own suffering

Tony won't let Desmond get any of the gender affirming surgeries he wants - claims it's simply not possible with his healing abilities and won't let him talk about it past that - Tony really just wants more control over him (potential forced pregnancy?)

Tony does not allow Desmond to see Loki at all, so sadly that relationship never has a chance

Luckily though he does still meet Bucky - they keep their friendship a secret and Bucky really wants to do something about Desmond's situation but he can't without risking Desmond losing his one single solitary genuinely safe place (Bucky's room) so he's stuck just trying to comfort Desmond and be there to put him back together whenever he needs

Steve either does not notice all of this or he is in denial, so Desmond can't go to him (there has been at least one incident where Desmond felt safe enough to vent a bit to Steve - Tony knew everything by dinner that night, rip)

Steve's unwillingness or inability to see how awful Tony is towards Desmond and Pepper causes a rift between him and Bucky

Potential happy/bittersweet ending - Bucky somehow manages to help Desmond escape and they flee to.....idk somewhere. Maybe they're just on the run from then on. Maybe they go to Wakanda? Maybe Shuri and T'challa take them in and hide them?

I really want to try and find a way to work Loki into this, since he's such an important character in Desmond's canon universe, but idk how I'd go about doing that - unless!!!!! Thor finally catches wind of what's happening and offers to take Desmond to Asgard (Bucky too cause he's not leaving this poor guy all by himself). I guess that could still happen, but it could be like a failed escape attempt? And after that, Loki gets involved in trying to help Desmond or something? I'm hesitant to give Desmond more people who want to help - I feel like that makes it less dark? And if I write this thing I'm going whole-hog like it's gonna make me sick to write it I bet lmao someone help me

idk I haven't really thought about a coherent plot line, just this absolute nightmare scenario lmao

anyway if this sounds like something you'd wanna read please tell me!!! I have so many ideas for this but I don't wanna write and post it if nobody wants it, yknow?

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

just to expand on the OM thing! you do not understand. how invested i am in their story, i would care sososo much were you to drum up the drive and i shall wait patiently for however long it takes for you to return - or not return. trust me. i have waited like 7 years one time. but yeah from an outsiders view, some of the asks got... weird. like "keep that in your head" weird, or even "what how did you even think about that" weird, so i totally respect that your iffy about continuing when doing so invites that strangeness into your ask box

i think i've mentioned this before but the entire reason i found your writing was because i was checking out the chlolix tag on ao3, there was around 35 fics, i have obviously gotten invested in the stories outside of those two characters (like holy shit have i gotten invested) but thats another reason why i am so curious about the next OM chapters because it felt very important to alix and chloe.

i felt weird sending asks about OM because of the strange people in your inbox and i didn't want to seem like i was adding to that shit, plus people seem to ask things more when there are other people asking about them, its like a weird fucked up hivemind.

but yeah, you have at least one confirmed internet stranger who would be hype as hell to see more OM. HOWEVER and i STRESS THIS i will wait and not demand, this is simply me trying to show i care.

(feel the need to point out i do other things. trust me cap i am not obsessed with you. i have a life. but yknow this would be awesome ya feel?)

a a wh ;; ; shucks dude;;t hank you;;

yeah like!! this arc that I had paused in, I was super invested in what I was cooking up cause LET ME TELL YOU

STUFF IS GONNA HAPPEN IN THIS ARC IM SO SORRY THAT IT WAS THIS ARC THAT I DECIDED TO HIATUS IN I PROMISE ILL GET BACK INTO IT i really want to

im rlly mad that i let anons ruin the fic for me cause i really want to see it through to the end theres so much to do

[cactusmisslittle]

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🌤️How do you interpret the game mechanics in your fic?

It really depends on what mechanics we're talking! I certainly take things like ability scores and stat blocks into account when thinking about characterizations, but I also give dialogue a priority over stats if they contradict each other. (For example, Omeluum's stats do not list it as a sorcerer, but I write it to be a sorcerer because it says it is in its actual dialogue.)

This particularly comes into play when writing side characters. I mean, my entire characterization for half the Society of Brilliance members is based entirely on their stat blocks combined with what I know about their species' lore.

Similarly, I don't write a whole lot of combat scenes, but when I do, I make a point of following how combat works in-game.

❄️Which BG3 companion is your most/least favourite to write?

Man, you're really trying to kill me, aren't you? My least favourite to write is Astarion, getting that one out of the way. I just don't find him very interesting, and he very seldom fits into the types of plots I write.

For favourite, hm. I think Wyll. Most of the characters I write are decidedly inhuman and that ties in nicely with Wyll's whole Thing, both of being a monster hunter and of having been turned into a devil. Plus, I can throw incredibly cheesy romance dialogue at him that I wouldn't be able to give any other character lol

💧Is there a ship you wouldn’t write yourself, but love reading?

Most ships, honestly. I'm very much the type of person where if a fic seems interesting, I'll happily read it, regardless of what the ship is. But I think I'd be remiss not to say Rolan/Tav here simply because I know I'm probably never writing it myself, but goddamn @lemonsrosesandlavender 's fics are delicious

[skywalking-through-life]

oh. my. god. the new chapter. THE NEW CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m in love with your characterisation. they are just simply teenagers plighted by hard shit!!! you get it!!! plus bonus annabeth proving she can be scary too that’s my girlboss that’s my complex female character right there

Ahhhhhhhhh hello darling anonymous friend! 🥹💙

I am THRILLED that you love the new chapter so much! You're absolutely, 100% right - Percy and Annabeth truly are just teenagers who have had to do completely bizarre and horrifying things to survive to this point, and at least in my mind, that means that they're eventually going to need to sit down and try and process that! So that is what I have been trying to give them - space to process and talk and reflect and become the people they want to be! I'm so glad all of that rings true to you, too, because I wanted it to feel real and accurate to their characters. 😌

Lmao, YES, Annabeth could be scary as FUCK if she wanted to (or if she ever snapped), and I really wanted to show that! There are a lot of fics exploring Percy's dark side (of which this is one, lol), but I haven't found nearly as many that explore the what ifs of Annabeth giving in to her fatal flaw. And that really isn't the focus of this fic, but I really wanted to just add in that little moment of her being scary too! Complex female characters, we love them. 😌 Also, another reason why she are Percy are well matched, but that's another point entirely...

God, thank you so much for reading! I feel so lucky to have you as a reader! 💙💙💙

[blackbird-brewster]

2, 4, 5, 12, 13, 30, 32, 38, 47, 57, 69, 83, 84

I will answer your ask here shortly! But I didn't want you to think I forgot to ask you ✌️❤️😘

[Send my Writer Asks] TY for so many number!! <3

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Basically any and every fic with JJ in it is this exact thing. JJ is notorious for going off-script and just doing whatever the hell she wants. I have had to re-write entire fic outlines bc of this. She's a nuisance (affectionate).

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

I often look at the 4 chapters I wrote for an early season CM fic that's sorta like 'You've Got Mail' (it's a 2006 online dating fic) and lament that I've never finished it. I even *know* the reason why too, it's simply because the coding to do entire chapters in 'e-mail' form on AO3 would require me to build custom skins to make it look like emails and such (yea, I know I don't HAVE to make it look like that, but my brain says You Gotta) and god, I just really hate coding.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

I currently have over *30* CM character/fanfic related playlists. You should check out this masterlist for all the links plus summaries of each playlist, or just give me a follow on Spotify

12. do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

Sorry, what? I missed the question because I was staring out the window and procrastinating again. The answer -- YES, of course I do. I'm AudHD and I live in a house with three other people, a cat who's an asshole, and on a street where multiple houses are being built. 😭 I try my best to be at my desk at regular hours each week, usually about 10am-4pm M-F. And I close any windows/apps on my laptop that aren't my writing one and put my phone out of reach. Then I set the focus timer on for a designated time and try to write until it goes off. This helps TONS.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

When I wrote what was supposed to be a Emily/Rebecca hate-sex one-shot, I didn't think anyone would read it. Then, when I expanded it into what became 'Do What I Want (Over What's Right)' I was absolutely blown away by the great convos I had with readers in each chapter's comment section. I even met a new best buddy via that fic! (hiiii @swpf)

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

"We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love." - Dr Seuss

32. do characters influence your writing style?

Can do, sometimes. My style itself doesn't change all that much, I don't think? I mean, I can look at old fics and see how far I've come since first writing them, but that's less about the characters themself and more about me as a weird little guy.

38. how many stories do you work on at one time?

One. As mentioned above, I'm far too distractable to have multiple-WIP at one time. The exception to this rule is, sometimes, I'll crank out a one-shot while working on a longer project too. But 99% of the time, I only have one WIP going.

47. what story are you most proud of?

Forever and ever, Head Full of Doubt (Jemily, High School AU). That fic explores mental health, friendship, depression, and the pressures of being a teenager. It is my forever proudest achievement as a writer.

57. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?

While reading? Hm, this is gonna sound so petty, but I recently pulled up the fandom wiki to double check a continuity point in a fic. Not because I was judging the author, more because my brain was trying to figure out the timeline they were presenting.

69. how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?

I have such a visceral imagination. I not only see my characters, but I definitely also feel their feels too as part of getting into their heads. When I write emotional scenes, I am usually sobbing myself. On the flip side, my partner knows when I'm writing smut bc my breath gets all soft and short 🫠

83. less is more or more is more?

Do whatever you want forever. Period. No rules, just do you!

84. said: overused or underused?

Again, do whatever you want forever. I use said/replied lots, but I also use more specific indicators to get tone across depending on the conversation and scene.