#they're both so kind despite everything and you can tell that above all else the music and its impact on people still means the most to the

[hide-your-bugs-away]

gOSH I can't stop thinking about how cool it is that my friend is seeing Eric perform today....... GETTING TO SEE ALAN AND ERIC WITHIN SIX MONTHS OF ONE ANOTHER.... agGGghghG gotta add her experience to my essay 🙏 certified price-burdon moment!!!!!!!

[sweetiewrites]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙘'𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙚

𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎: the sfw abc's of hobie!

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: mostly just fluff !!! gender neutral reader !!!

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: i just decided to answer all of them because uhm uhh i got a lot of asks for them and i dont feel like answering them individually (´ ε ` )♡

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) hobie is a super affectionate partner. if you two are together he usually wants to have some kind hand on you or arm around you; kisses are literally his weakness. he also shows affection through acts of service so expect him to do literally anything and everything for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) hobie is a great best friend. he's one of the types that says they'll do anything for you and genuinely means it. he would do just about anything for his friends and most of his friendships start because he's at shows causing trouble.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) oh my goodness hobie is a cuddle monster. he loves cuddling and any time you ask him to cuddle he will happily do so. also he isn't really picky on how you two cuddle, big spoon, little spoon; just touch him please.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) being a spider person (and a punk star) hobie will never really properly settle down. the closes he gets is more falling into a comfortable routine (and even that's difficult). hobie cooks decently well. it's not the best food you've ever had but he definitely tries. cleaning for him kinda falls off the way side just because he can be pretty busy with life.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) honest and open conversation. hobie would sit them down and have a conversation with them about it. above all else he appreciates genuineness so there wouldn't be any built up resentment, or miscommunication or anything like that. for a break up it's very not dramatic on his part.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) hobie feels like marriage isn't needed when you're committed to someone already. he's ready to commit with you, but the only reason he would really want to get married is for tax benefits.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) despite popular opinion (and appearance); hobie is actually a big gentle giant. physically whenever he holds you it's always very sweet and soft and emotionally he's very in touch with other peoples feelings. unless he doesn't like you then he's pretty soft and sweet.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) hobie is the best hugger alive. i don't care what anyone says. he gives the best hugs and they're so gentle yet so reassuring. hobie doesn't usually hug his friends it's usually reserved for you (partner) so whenever you want a hug or he's feeling particularly touch starved he's hugging you so much.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) it takes him a very long time to say it. he has a lot of conflicting feelings on that word and most of his affection is non verbal. so when he finally does say i love you then it's an event that should be celebrated.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) ehh... hobie is not the jealous type despite popular belief. he's very confident that if someone is flirting with you then you'll tell them to fuck off and he doesn't really compare himself to people.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) amazing. hobie's kisses are just amazing. each one is filled with passion even if it's just a little peck. his lips are nice and full and that lip ring is perfect. hobie's favourite place to kiss you (besides your lips) would be your neck, he's always planting kisses on your neck. his favourite place to be smooched is his knuckles.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) we've all seen it. he's great with children. the best uncle/god parent.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) hobie is not a morning person in the slightest. most of his mornings are spent holding you and listening to the radio (if you have a phone he's watching youtube). he isn't even that interested in breakfast, his appetite doesn't pick up till later in the day around lunch time. morning's are especially lazy.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) on the other hand, hobie is a night person. if he isn't being spider man than he's usually exploring the city, going to show, putting on shows, making music or working on his own projects on the houseboat. hobie is most active during the night so hopefully you'll stay up with him or at the very least you'll snuggle up to him in the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) hobie drops pieces of lore about himself very randomly. he's not an open book in the slightest so he'll know everything about you long before you know things about him. the key is don't rush him to open up, ask questions if you're interested, and pay attention to what he does say.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) he doesn't get angry easily at all. there are very few things that will make him angry. usually when he's upset it's because of grander things like the government or society, not usually at individual people. he's a very patient man.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) hobie remembers everything about you, literally every little detail. he can be quite forgetful, but when it comes to you it sticks to his head like glue.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) the first time you spent the night on his houseboat. he still remembers you snuggled up to him, your arms latched around his body. he remembers it so vividly because he's never had someone spend the night in his bed before (gwen tried and she promptly got kicked to the couch), but you just fit so naturally into his life that he had no problems sleeping with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) if you're a spider person he isn't too protective but if you're not then he's kinda always on edge around you. hobie attracts trouble and he's well aware of that so he's kinda always ready to fight for you if need be. and hobie doesn't need to be protected but he does feel appreciated when you get a little over protective; it's cute and he feels special.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) SO MUCH EFFORT. my god, sometimes his date plans are chill but usually since he doesn't want to spend too much money he's doing everything from scratch and he's making the things that need to be made on his own. even if it's just a picnic he's doing his absolute best to make everything absolutely perfect.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) there are so many. hobie always forgets to do dishes, not to the point where it'll create mold or maggots but he just doesn't remember. if there's a partner that will clean while he cooks or vice versa than it'll balance out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) not too vain. he cares about his appearance to the capacity of he wants to look good for himself. his piercings, clothing style, hair, all of it is for himself. also he knows he looks hot.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) no not necessarily. hobie doesn't believe in people completing each other, you should be whole enough to stand on your own. that isn't to say he wouldn't be incredibly depressed if something happened to you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) hobie is so queer coded to me. he chooses not to label himself (obviously), but he would date anyone regardless of gender or sex as long as your morals align.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) a partner that expects him to change who he is as a person or change his morals, don't try to pressure him into being someone he's not. also loyalty, if you're disloyal that's a huge ick.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) his sleeping schedule is erratic, but when he's gotten into a rhythm he stays up late and he wakes up late. he likes to hold things when he's sleeping even before he met you so he may have a stuffed animal or two. even though you're not supposed to he loves eating a big meal before he sleeps.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

a little trust exercise

horror and cross do a little trust exercise. surely nothing will go wrong. i just need some interaction between these two.

i wrote this in one sitting omg. no beta so it gonna be horrible.

(note: a bit suggestive, implied background mtt poly)

"is it too tight?"

"uh, it's not," cross smiles weakly. horror's voice is close to his skull, and cross desperately hopes the heat he's feeling does not show on his face.

it was weird and a bit suspicious when horror first approached him in the hallway. a trust exercise, horror said. to foster trust among members. cross was unsure at first. but seeing there was nothing else to do the entire day, the monochrome skeleton reluctantly followed horror into his room. the first thing horror asked him after the door behind them was locked was to be blindfolded.

and now here they are, with cross sitting on horror's unmade bed, his eyes covered with a piece of silk cloth. horror seems to be somewhere in front of him, one hand lightly pinning his left wrist on his lap. cross can feel horror's light breathing next to his face, and he can't help his involuntary shiver, which makes horror let out an amused chuckle.

"tell me if you want to tap out."

"sure…" cross replies, flustered, his nerves in disarray as he feels horror gently cup his face. something bony nudges at the corner of his mouth. wordlessly, he opens it, and he realizes it must be horror's thumb. it grazes the upper row of his teeth as if exploring, making cross blush even harder. horror hums.

"sharp teeth you got there, puppy." without preamble, horror shoves another finger into his mouth. "you gonna bite me?" cross shakes his head. "heh, good boy."

just as suddenly as everything else, before cross can process what has happened, horror stands up, dragging cross by his arm. cross stumbles as he tries to make out his balance. he cannot tell where horror is taking him, but he cannot muster any courage to ask either. his soul is beating loudly in his chest.

cross is guided to sit in a nondescript chair. before he can ask anything, he feels horror wrench his arms back and start to tie them with a rope.

"wait!" cross blurts out without thinking.

and everything stops. horror's nimble hands on his arms freeze, their weight both confusing and reassuring at the same time. frantically, cross tries to find his voice again, the heat in his body rising.

"sorry, just- gimme a second."

"take your time."

cross tries to slow his breath. everything seems to be going so fast, and he's unusually shy all of a sudden. gathering his wits, he forces out a question.

"what are we even doing?"

horror's voice is behind him, clear as bells. "like i said, a trust exercise. i'm going to tie you up. you're not opposed, yes?"

"… it's fine."

taking that as a confirmation, horror continues his rope work. after a few tense seconds, cross relaxes his shoulders, a sense of calm washing over him as he feels horror expertly maneuvering his limbs in a comfortable position.

"you're good at this," he mutters, a bit timid.

"lots of practice with the others, that's all."

"they're a rowdy bunch?"

"… heh, you can say so."

when horror is done with his arms, he moves to tie his legs to the chair. cross, despite feeling somewhat suspicious, allows it. nightmare has given strong orders not to hurt him after all, and surely the others wouldn't be so stupid to try.

"i'm done," horror announces, breaking cross out of his musing.

"oh, th-"

"you're kind of stupid, huh?"

"what?" oh no.

the next thing cross knows, there is a familiar sensation of a shortcut opening, but much heavier. the world shifts, leaving him unbalanced even when he's just still sitting down on the chair. gone is the silence of the castle, now cross can hear the howling winds and the sounds of waves crashing into the coast from afar. from above actually.

horror removes his blindfold with a harsh rip. cross blinks. it is nighttime in whatever place they're in. and horror is much taller than him now for some reason. disoriented, cross turns his head around, and his soul almost drops out of his body.

he's currently on a plank, precariously tipping over to fall into the ocean down below. the drop must be at least thirty feet. and if he fell, he would be practically drowning with his limbs all tied up and the weight of the chair added to his own body. the only reason he's not at the bottom of the sea yet is because horror is holding him by his shirt.

said skeleton is looking at him and laughing his head off, "hahaha! that look on your face! killer is right, you are fucking gullible!"

"what the fuck?! this is a prank?! you're crazy!" cross shouts back, terrified of being let go. his voice sounds distorted in the winds.

wiping an imaginary tear, horror snickers. "heh, wait there. i have to take a photo of this."

with that, horror lets go of cross' shirt to search his for his phone. cross feels his eyelights contract as the chair rapidly slide downwards along the plank. he couldn't care less about how he lets out a high-pitched scream as he approaches the end of the plank. he closes his eyes, prepared to die in the worst possible way. but nothing happens. he doesn't feel the weightlessness of the fall or the wind lashing at this body. cautiously, he opens his eyes. horror is extending one hand out, blue magic gripping at cross' soul. his other hand is holding his phone, no doubt recording everything with a sadistic smile on his face.

"you're a riot, new blood. this is worth losing the bet over."

[readingsfrommars]

A Hero in a City Full of Giants

So I just got positive on my covid test and have nothing better to do. I figured I might as well get started on the Don Quixote analysis of each of her IDs.

Please note that I am not infallible, and can very well get things wrong. Additionally, I might not do it all at once. It's kind of a lot.

I will also not be going over T Corp and Cinq Association in too much detail here, as I have already covered them in earlier posts.

For now, I'll discuss Shi Association and Blade Lineage. They're both pretty clear cut, so they're unsurprisingly the most brief explanations.

With that sorted, let's begin.

To start, it's important to remember the setting of Limbus Company. To summarise a lot, and I mean a lot, The City is a hyper-capitalist dystopia, one in which the best way to survive is to look out for yourself first and foremost. It is a place where in order to get anything meaningful done, one must be strong. The systems in each wing exist to benefit the rich and powerful, while exploiting the people beneath them.

Altruism is an endangered concept with The City. In a place where you have to give everything you have to merely survive, the ability to help someone else for no benefit to yourself is a luxury. Any who try will, assuming they aren't killed first, inevitably discover the futility of their actions.

Suffice it to say, heroes don't last long.

And yet, Don Quixote is still here. Still trying, despite everything that has impeded her path. Throughout the story, we have seen her time and time again going out of her way to help the weak and downtrodden, to varying degrees of success. And, while she might not be an actual hero - at least, not yet - her identities provide an interesting perspective on her motivations.

With every ID of hers we've received, we have seen a Don who, in one way or another, failed in her journey towards Heroism.

I'll start with Shi Association. They're assassins whose lethality also extends to themselves. They tend to excel when they're on the brink of death, which means that any mission they're in is likely to get very, very bloody. In Don's case, the ID story shows us that, while she acts jolly and upbeat around her colleagues, she is a deeply traumatised woman by this point.

Her ID art should tell you exactly how heroic she feels at this point. Shi Association Don is no hero, only a weapon that is on the brink of breaking.

Moving on...

Blade Lineage Don is an brief one. Don seems relatively sane compared to a number of her other IDs, even more so than LCB Don, but it is explicitly stated within her ID story that she has long since given up her quest for heroism.

Pretty straightforward, honestly. Don has lost the will to fight for others, instead deciding to act in her own best interests. In the context of The City, this would be considered a good ending for her. She's alive, still has her sanity, and is a part of a syndicate that has an above average level of morality. Not that being above average means anything, really...

So that's those two IDs done. I'll try to get the next few done by tuesday, but I can't guarantee that. If you've read all the way to here, first of all, thank you very much, but second of all...

Should I include Don's Lobotomy Corp ID? It feels a bit like an outlier, but I expect I could probably find something to talk about with it.

[inkher0]

How does Ticcimask work in your story? I don't know if you've talked about it before, or if you're tired of this question, I just wanted to ask due to how there are so many conflicting depictions of the ship.

Depends on what you mean? If you're referring to their ages, Origin is about Tim as a teenager. It'd be weird if it was Marble Hornets, Red Flannel Tim dating 15 year old Toby (STARES LOUDLY), but this is a prequel to MH, and they're roughly the same age. The love-hate dynamic that people associate with Ticcimask works better when they're the same age, imho, and that's always been how I've seen the ship. They're rivals to each other, rather than an adult bullying a child because he's Kind Of Annoying (and mentally disabled, which. Yikes).

In Origin, they're both obsessed with each other, but for completely different reasons, and those reasons change over the narrative as their ideologies shift.

In Tim's eyes, Toby is this captivating, all consuming flame. Toby doesn't languish over what's right and wrong, what makes him a "good boy" or a "bad boy"- he does as he pleases, and demands everyone witness it. He spits in The Operator's face and openly questions the nature of their rearing and their orders, even though that hurts his standing. Though that usually pisses him off, he can't help but find it a bit admirable. Toby is very compelling to Tim, in all aspects, and he can't help but want him around even though he finds him so antagonistic. Toby understands Tim's anger at the world, and- most importantly- he validates it through his actions and reactions. At the same time, though, he challenges Tim intellectually, which very few people do. Kate tells him "don't do bad things", but Toby asks him "why?"

When it comes to how Toby sees Tim... I fear saying too much. I kind of want it to be something you interpret yourself. But I'll say that for however intense Tim views Toby, Toby views Tim three times as intensely. Like, don't ever read Toby's mind when he's thinking about Tim, you will feel compelled to Call Someone (therapist, doctor, a priest, or all three). It's very hard to describe how Toby sees Tim without using some very heavy-handed biblical imagery, because from the start, Toby has seen Tim through the lens of believing The Operator is God. You can infer from there how he might see Tim- sometimes as a messiah, sometimes as Satan, and sometimes as both simultaneously. He wants to be close to that light, but he knows in his gut that there's something deeply Wrong about it.

Despite how they are obviously Aware of each other's dangerous faults and how badly things could go, they still choose to rely on each other. Simply because that, despite everything I said above, they get along horrifically well. When they agree on something, that thing is done with brutal efficiency. They are The Operator's Boys, and they're both his Best of The Best. They complete each other in the worst possible way- they're dangerous for each other, but deadly for everyone else. If things go according to The Operator's plan, they will be exactly as Toby fantasizes: Literal Kings, sitting atop a throne of bodies and ruling the humans on Earth like apex predators.

The thing is... is that really what they want? And are they willing to do what it takes to achieve that?

[emeriesmate]

There are two things that really piss me off about the archeron's sisters and it is not because of them. I found it crazy that the three sisters are always compared. With their trauma or their personalities whereas the bat boys never are. I never see someone say that Rhys' trauma is truer than Azriel's. That Rhysand is traumatized because it was his fault but not Cassian's. But this kind of comment, I see it with the Archeron's sisters.

And I'm not talking about the fact that you may prefer one sister more than the other. It's really: I hate one (or two) sister(s), so I have to insult her and compare her to the others to prove that the one I love is better and we've been through worse than the one I hate. Those who hate Nesta invalidate her trauma and compare it to Feyre's one to prove it. And some others can't figure out that the king of hybern is dead thanks to Nesta AND Elain. BOTH killed him. But it must be the war to prove who killed him more than the other. Tf?!

The second thing that annoys me is that they're never going to be able to really say what they really think because that can sometimes (often) make the IC look bad and that the author can't afford it (especially not with her precious Rhysand).

Exemples :

‣ Nesta insults Rhysand in her head, but must absolutely say afterwards that despite everything he is such a good man and a good leader who would do everything for his people. How can Nesta know if he is good or not with his people, firstly and secondly why would she think that? Rhysand has threatens her and leads her badly with the IC since her arrival in NC. She has the right to insult him, that's normal. But no, it is absolutely necessary to show that it is good despite of everything. So we can't have Nesta's true thoughts.

‣ Feyre can't actually say what she thinks about what Rhysand did to her utm. She also can't think that the IC hiding from her that her pregnancy is dangerous and that she was going to die was wrong. the intention is good, so we forget. Even though Feyre has said several times that she hates being lied to and hiding things from her. Imagine learning that for 9 months, your so-called family is near you and mentally preparing that you are going to die while letting you believe that everything is going to be fine and that the future is going to be magnificent. Are you going to tell me that Feyre - FEYRE - let it go?! It's not Feyre really, it's the author. So we can't have Feyre's true way of thinking. Because the IC (Rhysand) must look better above all.

And it's sad because never one of the three sisters ( or other characters) will point the finger at the IC that what they did to Feyre is terribly wrong. Nesta has even been PUNISHED for revealing it.

When Elain's book comes out, we'll never really know what she thinks. She never gonna said that locking Nesta in a house was wrong because that would mean that the IC did something bad. She will never admit that she maybe does not like living or being in NC or that she would rather live somewhere else. That she doesn't like the way the IC infantilizes her. She's never gonna think what the IC did to Feyre was really wrong. Because all that would make the IC look bad and the author cannot accept it.

the Archeron sisters deserve an author who will let them be their own characters and let them have their real thought.

And the fact that the three sisters will never have a real relationship. A good one because every time they get close the author has to erase everything and make things worse is my nemesis.

[phobylee]

Familiar Spirits AU rambles

Thinking about my Ghost Trio. Something about the rule of three is so symbolic in multiple ways, both religious and from a story-telling perspective. Perfect for Caleb, at least in this AU. And by god I love writing him, he is absolutely miserable.

There's also just the fact that.. sharing a body can be a challenge at times. And I deal with that personally, and so it's pretty personal to me. They mean the WORLD to me.

Caleb is a very flawed individual. Not a bad person, but he's made plenty of mistakes that he acknowledges and hasn't totally forgiven himself for. In life and death he garnered many unhealthy habits that he still tries to fall back on at times, so it's a struggle of self-improvement (even after death.) One of said bad habits is.. isolation. He thinks staying away from everyone and anyone will help to not get them hurt, and because of this he's dampening his own well-being. Got to work on that, Mr. Wittebane!

And he's also the "middle" child of the three, and so he behaves as such. Since they consider themselves siblings despite all being part of one being? Confusing, yes, but in a way they're all there to learn from each other and the goal they have is to find peace.. otherwise they won't be able to pass on.

Spryth is what one would call.. the impulsive younger sibling. She's a bit chaotic, overly active, runs mostly on instinct (she is a ghost beast after all, with a harpy side) and above all else she is highly emotional. Whereas Caleb tries to stifle many of his emotions, she is filled to the brim with them to an exaggerated degree. When one of the others is feeling sad and she happens to take the front seat, she will try her best to find the root of the issue and solve it, even if she doesn't fully weigh the consequences of how she goes about it. Sometimes this works, and other times it doesn't. As a bird, she's also highly nurturing and tends to act as a caretaker to her brothers.. and gets very sad when she can't help, or when she screws things up.

Blythe is.. the angry older brother. I wouldn't call him evil, but the way he shows care and who he shows it to are a bit skewed. He has a hard time showing empathy and expressing certain emotions, but there's only so much you can do for that when you're a wraith. He's also prone to.. not really regretting his actions so as long as they allowed for survival or if he gets what he wants in the end-- typically his siblings' happiness though due to the fact that he's got empathy issues, he kind of just does what he thinks is best even if there were other ways to go about it. Where Caleb is riddled with guilt, Blythe hardly feels it, not even for some of the things that happened in Gravesfield (yes, they all remember that, though they only became their own "entities" after Caleb's death.)

Like I said though, he isn't evil. He means well SOMETIMES. The difference is, though.. he is not a "good person." Not wholly evil, but not good. He can care, but if you gave him a kitten his first instinct would be to give it back rather than nurture it.

They're LOSERS. They mean the world to me and I think I'd die without them. This AU is my everything.

Have some doodles of the three ghost siblings

[katyspersonal]

You expected an ask about Gehrman... but it was me, an ask about Maria, 002!

Not everyday I get to talk about her in length, yeah x)

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

I really like her, she is the kind of strong female characters that I appreciate; who can and will kick the ass of the scariest motherfucker in the setting (or at least try to) and shows stoicism and is so strong and noble, but have not lost touch with their gentle, emotional, compassionate and vulnerable side. I dislike the idea that strong = suppressing and weeding out the more tender side of herself.

These are LAYERS of the character, some even contradictory at the first glance. She can't be described with one sentence unless you make that sentence really darn long and fractured, because if you focus on one side of her you'll miss another that is just as crucial. She also rejected the cursed, questionable blood antics of her ancestry and turned onto being more regular hunter of Gehrman's type... and then rejected that too, seeing what she's became, and discarded her weapon! She strikes me as a person that really doesn't want to fight and kill deep down, but whose morals are just too strong to NOT stand up and fight for humanity; that was her initial intention, and that's what so hurtful about her fate.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Adeline or Rom - they both happen to be her 'type' of a woman, and ironically both tragically yeet into the next plane because they consider that sweet Insight better than whatever worth they have as humans ;-; I just imagine dynamic being a bit similar, only Rom is kind of bad with subordination and doesn't see Maria as someone 'above' (in status or self-esteem vice); meanwhile, Adeline has more shared interests with Maria and in the contrast of Rom being too deep in her thoughts would be more attentive (like bringing her tea, helping her to carry things despite Maria not needing any help, all that).

Brador - somewhere on the outskirts because it seems like they only have true chance in the Nightmare, but they're their worst selves in there (Maria is back to being a hunter, for one)... so yeah, it is either be bi do crimes together, OR better reserved for an AU!

Gehrman - I don't know about this one because even though within my interpretations they're basically Valtr x Yamamura but straight, this ship is just really hard to communicate because people will assume too many things about the characters. With everything I know, the Doll's appear means either that 1) Gehrman knew Maria better than anyone else in the whole setting, including the side of her that no one else saw or 2) Gehrman didn't understand her at all but is aware he might have RUINED her innocent side by training her to be ruthless killer too much. I lean towards 2 more, so it is a one-sided "ship", but 1 is basically a goldmine of emotions and ideas and I support that too!

Ludwig - they're both noble, knightly warriors with good intentions and eager to fight for humanity that did lead to their downfall in the end... Ludwig, however, falls for the same issue as Adeline and Rom; he is just too attached to something otherworldly to find a deep connection with a fellow human being, unless they worship the same god I guess? And that's Laurence -_- And the two don't even have a chance to find connection within Nightmare, because Ludwig is quite further from humanity there than Maria, Brador or Adeline!

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

hhhh Again, all of the above could qualify for this one too! But to not self-repeat, I'd say Crow of Cainhurst and Maria! Not to say I can't see the potential of a ship between them, but I am personally way more enthusiastic about them being basically like siblings since childhood! Just, being rather close, even though they'd have banters often and Maria would have to pull his hair for being a lil' dickhead to their more easily-scared and sensitive friends! Crow always been a little shit xD I think he also was very jealous and pouted for weeks after Maria left Cainhurst.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I believe that Maria [REDACTED] herself rather than was killed by Simon or something, but regardless, what we know before that was that she abandoned the hunt (discarded her weapon) upon guilt and regrets from participating in Fishing Hamlet's massacre, and resigned to being a caretaker for the patients. So, for that reason I feel like identifying her character with being super mean murderous super dangerous killing machine that likes blood and shredding and stabbing and killing and blood and killing and murdering and....... you get the point. I feel like it is tone-deaf to connect her character to THE thing she renounced in her character arc and that she regrets becoming. Acknowledging she is very strong and dangerous warrior =/= identifying her character as just that.

I try to shrug it off though because again, that character arc happened behind the scenes, and what we MEET in the game is a snapshot of Maria at her prime as a hunter. Not only most fans do not loredig far and interact on more casual level, but also duckling effect can be quite strong. Like, who will win: the arguably coolest battle in the whole game or a description of a weapon many players can't even get because of the stupid Shark Giants? You see what I mean!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish we got to see something of her in Cainhurst, like portrait, or finding an item that belonged to her... Something to help to resolve the timeline confusions of how long ago she left, what was her drip before Knights, just... just one little bit. But we won't get shit because that's infamous nebulous storytelling of FromSoft for ya. x)

my OTP:

I don't think I physically can choose between Mariadeline and Gehrmaria, I am skipping the move, sorry hsdfhds

my cross over ship:

I do not have a ship, but back when I discussed crossover between FMA (03 version) and BB, she did kick Tucker's ass, hope this helps

a headcanon fact:

I do not quite see Maria and Doll as separate characters! Maybe after you release soul of Maria from Hell, Doll has a chance to develop and regain her humanity, but my default status for the two is 'when one of them is asleep - another is awake, and vice-versa'. Both of them are basically effected version of the same person with missing memories except for very selective thing (with Doll it is to care about people, with Maria it is to no longer let the hunters torment the corpse of a dead sea mom). Both things that were Maria's strongest emotional anchors before death. But yeah, I think they do share the soul.

[takerfoxx]

Okay, okay, trying to catch up on some shit. So, let's put the whole High School DXD thing to bed, because analyzing and critiquing ecchi harem schlock that swings way above its weight class is weirdly fascinating to me!

So. Season 4.

Right, let's just address the elephant in the room. The new studio, and with it, the new art style.

...

Not really a fan.

Like, I know what happened, I know why there was a switch, I know they're trying to emulate the art style of the light novels more closely. I just liked the older style better, especially when it comes to the facial expressions. It used to be so vivid and detailed. Like, one look and you'd be able to tell immediately what a character is about and what they're feeling. Now, everyone just looks kinda stone.

I will say this though. Like the style switch in Pokemon, what we lose in detail we gain in fluidity. Those fight scenes were sick, especially when they dispensed with the artillery and went for hand to hand. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Okay, art style's different, don't really care for it, but I can adjust. How's the season itself?

Again, mostly a mixed bag, which I suppose comes with each season adapting two books each. You just tend to like one kind of story over the other, and here, I definitely preferred one arc over the other.

Like, the whole hunt for Kunou's mom was...fine, I guess. Kunou's cute and I don't object to her, though the cast is getting really crowded. And I did genuinely enjoy just watching the gang get to go on vacation and have fun together.

What I didn't like was who was behind it. I'm sorry, but so far, the Khaos Brigade just isn't working for me, mainly because they keep throwing all these new names at us. Like, okay, I know Cao Cao and the rest of the Hero faction go and become their own thing later, cool, but for now, it's another gaggle of stuff that we've seen before.

And I really didn't like how this was supposedly the challenge that caused Issei to fall into despair and almost give up. Like, really? Issei? After everything else he's vanquished? This is his darkest hour?

I totally buy him needing tits to activate his hidden strength and get back into the game, though. And, okay, I've complained in the past about big, climatic battles being derailed by some cool new character just dropping into the middle of things and solving the problem. But this time I'll let it slide, because we get the OG Monkey King himself, and he's kind of awesome.

The Boob Dragon thing is pretty funny for its ridiculousness, though really? This is considered wholesome children's entertainment in the demon realm? Okay.

Kinda bummed how similar the demon realm and its inhabitants are to normal humans. Like, evil it up! You're demons! Where's your demonic class?

Okay, so the first arc was kind of eh, but the second might very well be one of my favorites so far. For one, the rating games are one of my favorite aspects of the series so far, because I love tournaments and we get to see the other characters shine a little.

Also, Sairaorg, man. What a fucking chad. Dude gets born without powers, is disinherited by his asshole father, almost loses his mom to illness, but reforms himself into a massive physical powerhouse through sheer will and training alone. Plus, he respects the hell out of Issei in a "Game recognize Game" sort of way and wants punch it out with him. Respect.

The rating game was awesome. Yes, there was a bunch of new names again, but it worked better this time and they were able to shine through action. And I laughed my ass off when Issei foiled his opponent's attempt to seduce him because he was so offended at the violation of the proper way to do a strip tease. Man really takes his ecchi seriously.

Issei and Sairaorg just punching the shit out of each other was so goddamned anime. They keep getting more and more power ups, keep giving these heroic speeches, and you kind of want them both to win. In the end, Sairaorg still fighting on despite having passed out long ago through sheer determination alone? Magnificent.

Okay, I'm going to say it. I like Sairaorg as a rival way more than Vali.

Oh, sweet! Ravel's here! I like her. And she and Koneko are immediately petty toward one another, as it should be.

[corvid-ghost]

My story ideas:

(Queer fucked up feelings of love kind of stories)

(Ranked my ficked up-ness)

Partners In Crime:

Entire book premise is being fucked up. Character A an B are so fucked up and in love it ruins everything around them and themselves. They are not good people, they hide behind good things to make their actions seem sweeter. They also have a daughter. Yea she's adopted. They adopted her before turning to the life of crime. Or after and the kid ran away and found them. Idk. Character A and B are notorious criminals and hide behind punk and anarchist ideology to pretend to actually be doing good things. We later learn this was all through the daughters perspective. It opens and ends with her. The farther into the book the more clear how bad of people A and B are. However there is a spot that seems out of place. Everything is nice. Like the eye if a storm, or the top of a Rollercoaster. They're still doing crime, it's what they do. But they're a family. Then everything goes to shit and Character B leaves claiming their gonna ruin them if they stay, nd tha they're being driven mad. It's just Character A and C now, A and B, despitemaking eachother worse, are even worse apart, like oh my god. Later A goes to see B, B "realizes" A was driving them mad, it wasn't a desperation to be alone, it was to be away from them. Blah Blah Blah. A kills B. B's dies in A's arms, last words being "Goodbye my love, I'm glad to say I'll never see you again" (A's dying words are "I can't wait to see you again my love) where book 1 ends and book 2 starts kinda blurs. Idk what happens to A after this. Thinking the get arrested finally. Character C witnessed the whole thing. The news portray Character C as a tragedy, and kidnapped. But C was their daughter, and even though they weren't good people, they were her parents. Not good parents. Their love, to anyone, is intoxicating. But there was love. She gets readopted by a rich family. They only see her as a charity case. She later cuts them off and goes back to the punk scene. She starts a band. Book 2 is following her life after the events of Book 1 and all about her being fucked up and trying not to be fucked up, and juggling eith the favt that A and B, despite being the best parents she hd, arent good people, or even good parents. Which fucks up all her relationships. Her band is just barely holding together.

Take My Heart:

Group of people stranded in the middle of now where. They run out of food sources and have to resort to cannibalism. Character A says no fucking way and if they do, don't tell her where they got it, make up a lie or something. Character B and C are siblings. One day Character A is drawn for it. Character B refuses and starts pleading. Saying I know all of you have someone you would trade anything for here. Someone that if one person survives you want it to be them. Character C says they do. They want their sister to live. It's Character B above anyone else. Character B apologizes. Character C thinks it's for how Character B would choose Character A over them always. Character C apologizes too, for what happened to Character A. Character B says no, I'm sorry because you won't get your wish. Character B asks to go say goodbye first. They give to Character A tending to the fire, and tell them everything they've ever wanted to. They both know what's happening but Character A doesn't want to acknowledge that and keeps saying well both get out of here. Character B makes one request "Character A gets my heart". Character C goes to Character A during this moment. Later maybe it's only Character A and C left, maybe Character C sacrifices themself because "the only person I've ever cared about, only cared about you making it out". Or maybe both A and C make it out, idk.

Trapped in Paradise:

Both gay and fucked up, however mostly unrelated. The gay people are mostly healthy. As healthy as you can get living in a dystopian. It follows 3 main characters. Characters A and C are royalty. Character A ran away. Character A and B are in a secret town. One idea I had many years ago that idk if I'm gonna keep is there being 2 different sides of the town, one posed as where the good is and one as where the bad is. But yk that was said by the "good" side, of course there gonna say they're good. If this stays Character B is from the side told as bad. But it's just like punk. Oh yea this town is incredibly dystopian. Anyways yay A and B love story. Character C is from character A's childhood. Character A ran away as a kid and got trapped in the woods with something chasing her. That something ends up being the antagonist of Book 2 and 3 (it's a trilogy) or maybe just 3 idk. Anyways the town saves her by taking down their magical barrier for a second to drag her inside before closing it. The first book (or first 2) are them taking down the dystopian government. Back to Character C, A was the closest person to them before A ran away. C never stopped looking for A. Yay C eventually finds her! (The first time) they become friends again :) After they take down the dystopian government, they meet the thing that chased her earlier. The thing is a shape-shifter, true form being a shadowy thing. The thing (gonna call E- for Evil guy) is obsessed with winning. Thy cannot lose. But they have. Once. When A escaped them. But now, they're free again. E can win. Blah blah blah idk what's happening in this time period. The ending however. A found the only way to save everyone. A goes out alone to fight E. E traps A, so E won. (Not really, E is too focused on A to harm anyone else, so A lost yes, but E didn't win either) anyways A is trapped for entirety cursed to never die but continuously go though torture. C never stopped looking for A after A disappeared (went off on her own). C never found them. B broke down. They were gone just as A was. Except B got the release of death that A never got.

Mark Of The Gods:

Fantasy book based off of a fictional mythology I created. The gods were staring to loose their power and begin to fade away. So logically they chose to latch onto people. A mark of a God would appear on someone's upper arm somewhere around 16 years old, and they would be gifted with some kinds of powers. Government wants to control that, school for said kids to train, blah blah blah dystopian and queer kids and stuff.(honestly probably the oldest but least thought out) for the mythology itself, there are 3 main planes, order chaos and neutral. The only gods in neutral are either outlasted from order or born there. There are 2 main gods, Chaos and Order. Woah. None of the gods are named yet. The Chaos plane has many different kind of gods, even ones that don't necessarily fit the Chaos theme. The gods born from Chaos but are overly mostly choose to leave but are never kicked out. If there are any gods from Order that dint fit the are forced to go to either neutral or Chaos depending on the God. No gender just god. God is gender neutral. Some of the characters of this story are named (surprisingly not the main characters) oh yea it's probably gonna be a love story between the God of Chaos and orders anchors (what the people who the gods latch onto) maybe the kids become God at the end idk

Gay Pirates:

Only kinda fucked up. 2 girls taken in by Pirates at a young age after abandon after everyone fled when Pirates showed up at a town. Years later is when the story takes place, they want to go to the land only to realize shit we don't like it here. And probably other stuff kinda forgot this existed until recently. This is based off of memory.

Medusa:

this is going off of Medusas actual myth, which is just "she's just like that". So she was born a gorgon. It's a story about grief and forgiveness. Medusa meets a blind women (Character A). There's flashbacks to another lover she had in the past and later it's revealed she got turned to stone (by one of her sisters, accidentally) its also revealed that Medusa was looking for a way to undo the stone when she ran into Character A. Character A has a whole story too. Forgot what it was but it's there.

Radio Activism:

this one's chill. It's just a silly book. There's Character A, they have a radio station and people send in stories or suggestions and they make it into a song on the fly. One day Character B calls in and suggests a song. Character B is part of a (punk) band, and really likes Character A's music. Character B asks if Character A wants to play with their band. They do, and then they start hanging out more. Character C is a member of the band. Character A knows them somehow. And reunites with them when they see them at the band (Rocky start tho). Basically poly love story between Character A B and C.

[halfsixwakeup]

Very hard to say actually. Excuse me while I rant for the next five minutes.

We know for a fact that somehow, STP's Narrator literally tore the very cycle of life and death in half and turned the two pieces into sentient Gods, then created a meta-physical Construct capable of containing both of them. However, not only was He a mortal person when He did that, but when He becomes 'The Narrator', He's an echo, a shadow of His former self with very little power. There are theoretically infinite copies of that echo, yes, but they're still pretty weak. He has no control over the Construct once it's created. He made a path in the woods, if the Long Quiet's perception has changed that there's not much He can do to fix it. The most control He ever shows is making the Long Quiet's body attack the Princess, and even then they can resist it.

Funnily enough, despite hearing him talk more, we know fewer concrete facts about TSP's Narrator. He's aware he exists within a game, and regularly refers to it as something he made. But he also mentions the game devs as someone separate from him, and someone else definitely made the Ultra Deluxe Expansion. Is he pretending to have made the game? Everything he says is constantly called into question; when is he telling the truth? Which layer of meta-narrative is at the top? Does he even have that much control over the Office, or can he only do what he's meant to do on whichever given route Stanley is doing? How much power does he have?

If you put them in the same world, are they both in a game or in some kind of reality? If you put them in a completely unbiased, neutral reality and told them both to try and take control of it, would either of them even be able to? Does their control extend outside of the Construct and the Office?

Wow, now that I'm taking a step back and really looking at this, neither of them have much right to be as high-and-mighty do-as-I-say as they try to be. So I suppose it would be fairly even. Though I do get the feeling STP's Narrator would win. TSP's Narrator is very uppity, a high-class type guy. He never really does much, and he's very rarely actually mad. Not to mention it might all be grand-standing anyway. But STP's Narrator is scrappy. He's not afraid to get his hands dirty. His very world is at stake, and if He's willing to create an entire God just for the purpose of killing it, then He's definitely not above killing some know-it-all with a grudge against One Regular Guy™.

Okay I need to know the consensus

Please elaborate your answers in the tags, how's one or the other or nobody winning

[perexcri]

Percyyyyy I am a crying mess on the floor. My son! My poor poor son. Even in this universe he cannot escape the shadows.

(Why did the Ministry have that thing in its basement/cellar?????)

This puts a Lot of the first parts into context 😭 Will trying So Hard to not use Too Much magic—as well as being unable to help himself using it around Mike.

‘It was guilt, and it plagued him up the stairs to his room even with Mike’s arm around his shoulders, hanging around him like a cloak he could never shake off. It didn’t help that his best friend was right next to him all the way up the stairs, and for several hours, before the shadows finally took him in their arms into the realm of dreams, he faced the stone walls and felt only wave after wave of guilt and despair. This was all his fault, and there was nothing he could do; everything was broken, and there was no way to put it all back together.’ Ow ow. Written too well! Even before I read your author’s note I could tell that this was somewhat an allegory for depression because I Felt this whole section of the chapter and especially this paragraph. (I’m so sorry you were feeling so low while writing this I understand what its like. I hope you are feeling better now, and if not I send you sunshine and good vibes and hot tea!)

‘I meant it when I said always.’ Michael stabbing me in the heart ow I’m face down on the floor in tears.

I wish they will be able to escape even though I know they won’t. They just,,, deserve to be happy. But that happiness is likely far off for them:((

As always you make magic with your words! I hope you’re having a wonderful week!!

i apologize for the tears Vee T_T please accept these hearts as my humblest and sincerest of apologies 💜💜💜

ooooh yeah and the shadows in the basement cellar - i think my original intention for that was just to have them represent kind of what i think (in a lot of ways) the upside down represents in the show? like to me, the upside down in the show kind of works as this metaphor for things below the surface of a typical small american town that emphasize its seedy underbelly, like the upside down is literally these things that are poisoning the town yet most of the town refuses to address. idk if that makes sense (i just woke up and am very tired lol) but i guess i kind of wanted it to show in this fic that the ministry isn't being entirely truthful and that they, like any other institution in this setting, are potentially doing a lot of harm that nobody is really addressing. they have secrets like everybody else despite the fact that they want to act like they're above it all

ahh but i'm so glad it's helped put the first couple of parts more into context!! i love when stories are told non-chronologically specifically because you find out the context for certain scenes much later, so it makes me happy to know i was able to write something that did that T_T

and ahhhhhh thank you friend!! i am feeling much better, but i will always accept sunshine and hot tea from others :] i'm both sorry that it could be relatable for you to read about (because yeah dealing with that is Not Fun), but i'm also glad you could find some understanding in it?? idk something something "we read to know that we are not alone" something something

AND OH MY GOSH WAIT THE ALWAYS LINE - i added that thing very last minute (by my standards at least, which means it was mid-afternoon when i added it and i posted this chapter at night aksjflkdjsal), so i'm glad you liked it!! i thought it was a nice addition, but also painful considering,,,well. you know.

yeah the inevitability of everything is weighing heavily upon these two right now T_T there's just one chapter left in this part, and i think you can already tell what's gonna happen. i did tag this fic as angst with a happy ending for a reason, though, so please just bear with me through the pain!!

Vee your words mean the world to me :] 💜 i hope you're having a great week too, and i am sending you lots of warm soup!! 💜💜💜

[captains-simp]

Carol Danvers ~ Infuriating

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 8,016

Includes: dom!Carol, captain kink, brat taming, choking, degrading, fingering, edging, nipple clamps, clit clamp, thigh riding, spanking enhanced with powers, vibrator enhanced with powers, strap-on gagging and choking, strap-on sex and overstimulation

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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You hadn't meant to fuck up Carol's mission. You weren't that petty. But the look on her face when you disobeyed her direct order and took the shot was priceless.

You and Carol had never gotten on. The first time you laid eyes on her you were infuriated by her actions. The second time you met only amplified that.

You had been under cover for a year when she came along and screwed up your mission. It had taken a long time to be trusted by those you 'worked with'.

You had set up a buy with a huge advanced (and crazy irresponsible) weapons smuggling ring that would lead to you obtaining more of their weapons for SHIELD until eventually, hopefully, you would figure out the secrets to their operation and be able to take down the business.

Just as the dealers arrived at the abandoned warehouse Carol came flying in to take on the armed men, oblivious to the mission that was happening, in all her heroic glory.

"We got the weapons, it was a success."

After writing out the report and having a long convosation with Fury (most of which involved you describing Carol in ways Steve would have been outraged by) you had at least expected an apology from the blonde. You could still remember how that went down.

"It was not a success!" You almost screamed at Carol. It infuriated you to no end that after half an hour of talking she still didn't see the bigger picture. She really thought she had done the right thing.

"Yes we got the weapons - something I could have done on my own - but that's such a small part of the rest of what they're making."

"You don't know how much there is." Carol said, her voice as calm as ever as she leant against Fury's desk with her arms crossed.

"That's the point." You said through gritted teeth, determined not to loose your cool infront of her and Fury. "My mission was to find out and put a stop to it."

"There are guys in holding. They'll talk."

You almost laughed at that. "If I could ask them my way they definitely would." You silently cursed SHIELD's moral codes that stopped you from torturing the answer out of them. They wouldn't talk any other way.

"They'll talk." Carol said stubbornly. "And anyway, you should be thanking me for cutting your mission short."

And that was it. From that moment on you couldn't look at the woman without wanting to slap her. That had been months ago.

Despite you never hiding your dislike for Carol she never seemed to mind you. In fact, she tried to be around any chance she could. Always looking for ways to get on your final nerve, everything she did she did for your reactions that you had grown worse at suppressing.

You took some of it out on her during training. It bothered her but thrilled you that you too were on the same level in combat. Apart from the times she was a sore looser and used her powers.

But you had made a strong effort to avoid training with her too. She taunted you during fighting. Although you were used to it it struck different when her body was pressed against yours to pin you to the floor.

Your most shameful day was when her actions had sent a jolt to your core that you couldn't deny.

Carol looked down at you with an insanely arrogant smirk as she straddled your waist. She was always like this in her moments of victory, always wanting to rub it in.

"Wow, you gave in quickly today." She quipped, not even trying to hide the obvious undertones. That didn't even make sense!

You weren't about to give in when she looked so god damn smug. You gripped her shirt with two hands and lifted your hips to flip her off but she caught on both too quickly and too late. She lurched forward into your grip but instantly pinned your hands above your head as her legs fell down next to yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realised her face was inches from your own, it was only then that you become aware of the darker specs of brown in her eyes that highlighted the lighter shades. They were beau- okay. They were okay eyes. Yours were better.

The corner of her mouth raised in her familiar smirk that you always despised. But being that close brought light to how soft her lips looked. They were slightly parted and you wondered what kind of things she could do with that mouth. Professional things of course. Strictly professional and tactical thing. Not sinful things at all...

You wanted those thoughts banished from your head immediately. You wanted to leave.

All too hastily, you tried to raise your hips again, only then noticing how Carol's new position had her core right over yours. The contact and friction was undeniable, as was the slow throbbing that started.

A quiet moan slipped from your mouth that you desperetly coughed to cover up. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to see if Carol had noticed.

"Get off me, Carol." You huffed, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"What? You don't like me ontop of you?" She smirked.

God you definetly did.

As much as you tried to ignore that memory and replace it with the time you were first introduced you rarely succeeded. And even then it was like your hatred for her only encouraged how much you wanted to feel her deep insi-

"Are you even listening to me?!" Carol yelled at you with a glare. You never zoned out during meetings. Carol knew that. Fury knew that. Yet it was still very clear you just had.

"Are you done rambling?" You quipped, not having a moment to place the filter over your mouth as the thought spilled out.

Fury arched a brow at the question and Carol's jaw clenched in an annoyingly attractive way. You did not regret that one bit.

"If I hadn't taken the shot the hostages would have died."

"They almost did anyway."

"Almost."

There had been some sort of detonator with the man holding the hostages. Once dead, the storage he had loaded into his truck had been destroyed and nothing was salvageable. That was important cargo, but you always put a priority on lives. Taking the bad ones more than saving the good ones admittedly.

Once a vigilante always a vigilante.

"I don't think you understand how valuable that cargo was."

The meeting continued like that for a while. You would never admit it to anyone, especially as fucking up the mission wasn't intentional, but seeing how the tables had turned from the last time the three of you were in that office? It made you happier than it should have.

You guessed the two of you were even now. Maybe she would finally leave you alone. Your happiness faulted at that thought.

Finally, Fury told you and Carol to go and that it would be discussed again tomorrow. He was clearly tired. It had been a long day and it was late, everyone else was already asleep.

Even as you trudged down the hallway Carol continued to rant about your inability to follow orders. You would be the first to admit you weren't a team player. You still weren't used to it. But you always follow orders.

"I can follow orders, Captain. I just choose not to follow yours." You said calmly as approached the hallway towards your room.

You hated that Carol's room was next to yours. You had been there when Carol had talked to Tony about staying at the Avengers compound. You had seen her sly smirk as she pointed out on the compound map which room she wanted. Knowing full damn well it was next to yours.

How long did she plan to keep this up? You definetly didn't bug her about her screw up as long as she was you. Why couldn't she just hold the grudge in silence like you?

"You put aside personal matters when you go on a mission, y/n." She continue to scorn.

"Not personal, Captain. I just know when a decision and order is bullshit." Your room finally came into your line of sight. Just a few more meters.

"It wasn't bullshit. It was the right call. You just refuse to do what I tell you to." You rolled your eyes at her insistence, something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde.

"The whole thing would have been fucked if I followed your orders. You should be thanking me." You taunted with a smile. But before you could fully bathe in your victory of getting under her skin, Carol gripped your neck tightly and slammed you into the wall.

You eyes widened as your back hit the wall painfully and you struggled to comprehend that Carol's hand was really around your neck...and you liked it.

"What? Got nothing to say to your Captain now?" She smirked. A familiar jolt travelled throughout your body and rested between your legs at her words.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Her hand, her words and the tone that accompanied them. You could always tell Carol was a top, but a dom?!

"If I could go back..." You started, your voice quiet with an edge of fear that made Carol preen. "And do the mission again...." Carol watched your face intently, awaiting your words of apology. "I still wouldn't follow your orders. Because I don't take orders from yo-" Carol stepped forward and forced one of her legs between yours.

You bit you lip to stop yourself moaning at the friction she was causing, the urge to grind against her leg was strong.

"Brat." She whispered with poison dripping from her voice. Her warm breath hit the small area of skin her hand wasn't covering and her hair tickled you chin.

"I have just the thing to deal with that. You wont be keeping up that facade for long."

You were about to object and assure her you would. That your stubbornness was just as strong as hers and you had been down this road before with others.

As she moved away from you she gripped your shirt in her closed fist and pulled you away from the wall with her. You hated that you instantly missed the contact of her thigh between yours. But her rough nature was doing it for you too. It had been so long since someone had been rough with you and you yearned to feel that again.

Carol had barely opened her door when she pushed you through the gap into her room. You were about to take in your surroundings and even pause to assess what was happening, but Carol's hands were on you again and all doubt slipped from your mind.

The next thing you knew your face was engulfed by soft pillows before you felt Carol's strong presence above you.

You could feel her knees on either side of your waist, pressed against you as though caging you beneath her. Her hands entwined with the back of your own and held them above your head under the pillows.

You went to move your hips up out of instinct from your training but Carol was too strong. She didn't even flinch from you efforts, clearly overpowering you in strength.

You reminded yourself you would not, under any circumstances, let Carol win.

You wouldn't apologise for the mission, wouldn't do what she said and you would not fully submit to her. It was something you truly believed, Carol knew this and it made everything you eventually did all the more worthit.

You could never imagine or anticipate the things you would let her do to you that night or the desperate way you would beg her to do them.

Her hair tickled your exposed neck as she leant down to whisper into your ear. "Anything you want to say to me before I begin? Perhaps an apology?" Carol questioned, knowing you would say no such thing but wanting to have more ammunition for later on.

You chuckled into the pillows before replying. "Go fuck yourself." It was muffled. But Carol understood.

She didn't reply verbally, instead she leant further against your body as her hands left yours and wandered down your arms.

Carol inhaled the scent around your neck as her hands reached your shoulders and decended to trace your collarbones that were visible from your shirt being lowered.

The blonde took her time memorizing every inch of your body, especially cupping your clothed breasts in her hands and ever so slightly grinding herself against you as she did so.

You reminded yourself to control your breathing as you felt those motions, not allowing yourself to be caught up in the firm grip of her hands against your breasts or the way she used your body to gain some friction to her core.

Her hands continued to massage your lower stomach, admiring the feel of your finally formed abs in a way she never could when you trained.

You kept your head amongst the pillows when her fingers danced around the waistband of your trousers. You didn't want Carol to see the anticipating look on your face at the touch of her fingers. They barely dipped half an inch beneath your trousers and panties but the contract gave you chills. You wanted to feel her against your bare skin more.

Carol retracted her fingers and instead wordlessly moved them to the centre of your trousers and unbuttoned them. You could hear her pull your zip down in the deafening silence of the room and you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation again.

She didn't hesitate once in her movements. With undeniable certainty, Carol slipped her hand under your trousers and panties to meet the space between your legs that welcomed her.

Carol sighed into the crook your neck as her fingers met your wetness between your slick lips. You bit your lip to stop any sounds escaping your mouth as the arrogant hero swiped a single finger slowly through your eager folds. She collected the arousal on her fingers before pressing it firmly to your clit.

Your hips rolled into her hand before you could stop them and the action caused a smug grin from Carol that although you couldn't see, you could feel against your skin. It was considerably worse and amplified your arousal as Carol could tell.

You hated feuling her ego. You hated that she had made you so wet your throbbing clit would slip around her fingers when she had barely touched you.

"Such a wet little brat. You're so ready for me and I've barely touched you." Carol husked as her finger continued to alter between running through your folds and rubbing your clit lightly.

It took every ounce of self control in your body not to squirm against her or make any noise. Your pride helped you keep those actions at bay.

Carol gripped your chin with her free hand and turned your head away from the pillow. You tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde, knowing it would make your self control waver, but her hand continued to guide your line of sight to her enchanting gaze.

Her face was so close to yours you were completely caught off guard when Carol's finger pushed inside you and was engulfed by your lower lips with ease.

You bit your lip hard at the action, still staring into Carol's eyes and refusing to be the one to look away first. The intense eye contact did you no favours in holding off your verbal signs of arousal, especially when her single digit curled to brush your most pleasurable spot.

You gave a breathy moan when Carol held her finger against your g-spot for a long moment before withdrawing it, your eyes marginally widening as you adjusted to the pleasure, something Carol wouldn't have noticed if your faces weren't so close.

Her finger pushed back in at a slow pace but always stroked the back of your pussy in an angelic way.

You moaned louder when Carol returned with two fingers, the additional surface area made the experience all the more pleasurable and you feared how quickly you would cum.

Carol studied your facial expressions as she fingered you slowly, figuring out the spots that made you preen in pleasure the most and even the best angles to approach it.

It didn't take her long to understand the eb and flow of your pussy better than anyone ever had. With this powerful knowledge, Carol's pace suddenly increased in an overwhelming way you could barely adjust to.

She fucked you hard and fast with her fingers. Her wrist twisted in the most agile ways that caused her fingers to burry deep within you.

You moaned continuously as you stared into Carol's brown eyes you were beginning to remember better than your own.

The pleasure was immense and you knew your orgasm would hit you hard. Your breathing became rapid and your walls clenched down on Carol's fingers desperetly as your body prepared for your release.

Carol's fingers increased in pace as she gripped your chin harder, ensuring you look at her as her smirk finally returned.

Just as you were about to explode around Carol's fingers she retracted them from your throbbing pussy and brought them up to her lips as she grinned at you.

"Carol!" You protested in disbelief and annoyance.

"What? You didn't really think I would let you cum so soon did you? You haven't earned the right. Unless, of course, you'd like to make an apology." Carol said as her eyes bore deep into yours.

"Like hell I will." You groaned.

Carol clicked her tongue in disapproval before finally looking away from you. Her fingers returned to your waistband, only this time she pulled your trousers down swiftly, deliberately leaving your soaking panties clinging to you.

She then got off the bed and strolled confidently towards her walk in closet for a few seconds, returning with a few pieces of metal you weren't surprised to be seeing yet still gave you goosebumps. Carol's keen eyes seemed to notice this and she grinned knowingly to herself.

You shifted onto your side to get a clearer view of the devices attached to the long silver chain, once Carol reached your side she roughly forced your shoulder down so you were laying on your back.

"You're very pushy you know?" You quipped as Carol moved to straddle you hips and placed the metal beside you.

Her jaw clenched tightly in annoyance of your words but she didn't look at you, instead running her hands along your lower abdomen beneath your shirt. Seeing her frustration at you, especially the slight heavy exhale through her nose very few would notice, helped you control the urge to shiver under Carol's touch.

"I hope you can do other things with that mouth of yours besides bitching, for your own sake." Carol said lowly before gripping the end of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

"It can work wonders," you winked at her with a grin, "and it's nice to know you care, Captain, not just a big, mean, dom I see."

Carol's hand wrapped tightly around your throat just as you finished your sentence. She glared at you with clear rage in her eyes, a look that made putting up your hard front difficult. You had a strong urge to apologise, but you instead pushed it aside.

"If you think for one moment I'm going to go ease on you at any point you are sadly mistaken, brat. I'm not done with you until you're a begging, quivering, pathetic mess that's forgotten her own name and only knows her Captain. Even then I won't take any pity because of the shit you keep pulling. Whores dont deserve sympathy." Your breathing was shaky as the words dripped from her mouth laced with poison, threatening to be the end of you.

You were made acutely aware of her grip of your neck tightening and her ability to cut it off and never let you breathe again. You weren't sure at what point you had given over all control, but you didn't want it to stop.

Carol leaned in next to your ear and her scent enveloped your sences again. Her voice had dropped considerably when she next spoke her whispered words. "I can't wait to break you." She bit down on your ear harshly making you yelp. You couldn't deny the effect she was having on your body, she could see it too. Of course she could, she was playing you like a fiddle and there was nothing you could do about it. It was a thrilling realisation.

Carol pulled away from you slowly while you tried to return your breathing to it's normal pace. It wasn't until you heard Carol's deep chuckled that you realised that your eyes were clenched shut. You opened them to see the blonde looking very proud of herself and the result she had gotten.

You couldn't make another witty remark. Your brain couldn't form any kind of coherent thought and you wouldn't have trusted your mouth to deliver it. Besides, after what Carol had just said, you were afraid to speak out of term again.

The self-certain hero reached around your back to unclasp your bra as her other hand came to rest on your stomach, pressing down as she used it for support while she leant forward.

Carol's eyes eagerly took in every inch of your skin the moment it was exposed. She slowly pulled your bra away before flinging it across the room without taking her eyes off of your breasts.

The cold air hitting your skin made your nipples strain in a want for attention, although you and Carol both knew that wasn't the only reason. Carol hummed at the sight and leaned forward again to rub your buds between her thumb and fingers. Your head leant back into the pillows at the attention, sighing in bliss before you hissed sharply at the the spark of pain.

The blonde smiled in amusement as she continued to pinch your nipples harshly, you didn't protests out of stubbornness.

Carol then picked up the forgotten clamps next to you, trailing the chain slowly and deliberately over your sensitive skin. She attached the left clamp with a silent concentration that filled the room with tension. You hissed again as Carol adjusted the screw to the level she saw fit, which was scarily tight, before moving to the next with the same accuracy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to enjoy the throbbing pain on you nipples, but the growing slick between your legs was telling enough.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip hard to suppress a whimper, failing when Carol gave the chain a quick tug that made you give a strained whimper that sounded more pathetic than it would have if you hadn't tried to stop it.

Carol moved further down your body and spread your legs apart so she could sit between them. You could feel the chain extending down your stomach so you opened your eyes in confusion and instantly squirmed.

The two clamps had separate chains that looped around a small ring that lay on your stomach, twinkling mischeviously in the light. There was a third chain on the bottom of the ring that had a clamp at the end of it. A clamp that Carol was guiding dangerously close to your still covered core.

You had had experience with clamps before, but the thought of one pinching painfully at your throbbing clit was one you were unfamiliar and uncertain with.

Carol adjusted herself according to your newfound protests to kneeling on your legs, each knee digging into each of your thighs as a show of control. Your hands were still free and just as you were about to sit up Carol spoke with a fake pout.

"Aww, do you not think you can handle this? Are you too sensitive?" She mocked making you freeze. "I can always stop if you want me to. All you have to do is say the magic word." The blonde continued to taunt.

Your pride screamed at you to make some snarky remark as to protect your ego, knowing saying 'please' would lead to you spiralling down the rabbit hole you refused to step foot in, while your fear begged you to stay quiet. But there was also a small part of you that was eager to experience the pleasurable pain the clamp would surely deliver to your clit.

So instead, you kept your mouth shut and stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep an eye on Carol in your peripheral while appearing to ignore her.

She smirked, unbeknownst to you, at your pettiness and trailed a single finger against the wet patch on your panties. You struggled to continue looking at the ceiling and bucked your hips to try and meet Carol's hand.

Surprisingly, Carol let you and even pressed further against your panties, rubbing your clothed lips and relishing in the effect she had on you.

Carol teased you like that for a while, rubbing her finger against your soaking folds before circling your throbbing clit. Every so often she received a quiet whine from you that flooded you with embarrassment, hating how your body betrayed you and pleased Carol.

Finally, Carol pulled your ruined panties down and gleamed at the sight of your glistening folds, the view making her pussy clench around nothing and ache more than it had all night. An idea sprung to mind and she smirked at the thought.

She took the third clamp between her long fingers and pinched at your clit. You yelped and bucked your hips up again as Carol entrapped the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"So responsive." She muttered, more to herself than you, as she slowly twisted the screw. Her eyes returned to your pained face as she adjusted the tightness, studying you to see when you would reach the peak of your pain and your limit.

Your face scrunched up at the sharp pain that jolted throughout your body and made you whine lowly as you turned your head to the side and tried to squirm away.

Carol took another glance at your strained bud, biting her lip at the sight, before gripping your under arms and flipped you onto your back.

You were surprised and caught off guard but all questions flew from your mind when you were pushed against the mattress, the clamps pressing down and amplifying your pain.

A tear formed in your eye as your nipples burned hot in pain and your clit ached against its restraint. You whined and tried to squirm away, the inch you did move only made things worse as your dragged the clamps and the skin they pinched across the mattress. You gave a small cry at the pain but pushed your face into the pillows to muffle it, still trying with everything you had to not let Carol win.

You were so caught up in the unnatural pain you didn't even notice Carol stripping herself of her jeans and pants. But you did notice when you felt her wet pussy lips come into contact with the back of your thigh.

You brain short circuited when you felt how wet she was and that she was slowly rocking herself on your leg, using your body to get herself off.

"What are you-"

"Quiet." Carol cut you off by demanding as her hands locked yours to the top of the mattress again.

Her arousal was spreading across your thigh as she grinded against you.

You could feel your own breathing increase rapidly as you heard Carol gasp out occasionally. You wanted to see her. You wanted to see the look of pleasure on her face as she approached her high. What did she look like cuming? Did you feel good against her? Would she ever let you make her cum with your fingers or tongue. You prayed desperetly that you would someday get the chance.

"Fuck." Carol moaned breathlessly. Your own pussy clenched around nothing at the sound and you knew that while Carol was getting her wetness over your thigh, you were getting your own on her bed.

Carol's grip on your hands tightened as her movements became more erratic, chasing her release.

"Your Captain's gonna cum on your thigh, brat. Such a good fuck toy for me to use." A moan slipped past your lips at her words. You cursed yourself for giving the reaction Carol wanted, helping her frantic movements.

"Oh you like this, slut? You like being my little fuck toy for me to use whenever I want?"

You desperetly searched for friction on the bed covers as you whined, only to accidently apply more overwhelming pressure to all 3 clamps.

Carol's cunt dug harder into the back of your thigh as she came with a low moan, coating your skin with the evident of her orgasm.

Surprisingly, Carol didn't move from your thigh as she brought a soft hand around to the soaking space between your legs. She tugged momentarily on the clamp there and you whimpered in protest making her snicker.

She fingers teased your lower lips as she spoke. "You seemed to enjoy that just as much as I did." Carol smirked arrogantly as her fingers swiped at your arousal. "Answer me." She demanded, delivering a smack to your ass to punctuate her words.

You didn't. Instead your breathed into the pillows and tried not to think about how they smelled like Carol in an annoyingly soft way.

Carol spanked you again harshly, barely giving you a chance to adjust to the last.

"No." You lied shakily.

"Don't lie to me. You're only adding to your punishment, not that I mind. It's just drawing out the fun I'm having. Being a lying little slut gives me something else to fuck out of you too." Carol spanked you again as those words left her lips. She gripped your hips tightly and pulled you up so your ass was on full display to her.

When Carol's hand returned to your ass her hand was considerably warmer. You thought it was strange at first until she did it again, this time burning hot.

You moaned into the pillow as your realised Carol was using her powers. And you loved it. The hellish heat, Carol's brute strength and the merciless ways she delivered the blows with no recovery time hit your core everytime.

Your legs shook in pleasure and pain and your moans got notably louder. Sometimes when you tried to lean back into Carol's hand she tugged sharply at the ring connecting the chains on your clamps and you immediately returned to your position.

"Something to say?" Carol inquired after a particularly loud moan from you.

It dawned on you how close you were to submitting yourself to Carol. How close you were to telling her you loved every second of what she was doing and wanted her to fuck you.

So, to convince yourself more than the dominant blonde above you, you spoke up. "Need your powers to help you, Carol? Can't do it on your own?"

The pissed off blonde spanked you unbelievably hard after that. Your whole body lurched forward so suddenly you almost hit your head on the wall. You ass was stinging terribly and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek just after you cried out.

Carol got off the bed to once again disappear into the closet, giving you a moment to wipe the stray tear away so she could never know it was there.

When the powerful hero returned your eyes immediately fell to the obnoxious toy between her legs.

You bit your lip at the thought of her fucking you with it. Despite that, you were in denial that something that long and girthy would even fit. Although you knew Carol would make it fit. And with the blonde as pissed as she was...

"God you're practically drooling on my sheets." Your cheeks redened slightly at her words. "You want my cock, brat? You wanna be your Captain's cockslut?" God you did. But you refused to admit it, even if there was a moan caught in your throat.

"It isn't for your needy little pussy yet. It's to shut you up." Carol said as she straddled your chest, the strap inches away from your face.

"I'm not sucking your fucking strap, Carol." You tried to defy passively with an amused grin. You wanted to, so much. The thought of doing something like that was making your cunt pulse. But you might as well get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. You refused to please Carol with such a submissive act, even if you could feel the cracks in your bratty walls grow with each exchange of words and acts.

To your surprise, Carol didn't push the idea any more, simply nodding with a sly smirk, as though she knew something you didn't.

Instead, the taller woman grabbed a small device from the side of the bed you had failed to notice prior. She twirled it in her hand, as though familiarizing herself with it as she positioned herself between your legs again, a place she seemed to be becoming familiar with.

As you gazed at the toy Carol held you couldn't help but feel there was something different about it. Something you couldn't quite placed. It wasn't as slim as any vibrator you had ever seen, not as pointed either, but there was something else to it too.

You didn't voice these inquires and the blonde didn't make any suggestive comments. So you let the thoughts go.

With her free hand, Carol unscrewed the clamp that had continued to grip onto you with everything it had. The release of pressure was unimaginably relieving but you didn't get long to appreciate it.

Carol wordlessly turned the vibrator on to a high setting and teased it against your skin just above your clit. Your hips jerked instantly in an attempt to lower the vibrator to where you needed it, but Carol placed a firm hand between your hip bones and kept you in place.

You almost whined at that, trying hard to keep it at bay, but Carol soon placed it directly onto your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked again as the vibrations hit you hard. The lack of a tip stopped them being focused to one point and instead pulsed down to every milimeter of your clit.

Despite this newfound pleasure, you couldn't shake the unnerving silence from Carol that hung in the room. Just as her lack of teasing with the vibrator hung over you. It seemed as though she was purely focused on drawing out your own pleasure, abandoning any precious plans. You knew that wasn't really the case. But you didn't know what was. It was anxiety inducing not knowing what Carol was planning in that stubborn head of hers.

The silent blonde watched you as she rotated the vibrator, grinding it into you like a drill that buzzed furiously. The vibrations were sending strong shock waves to your core that were carried throughout the entirety of your body in bliss.

Just as you were about to mentally praise yourself for not making a noise the vibrations seemed to multiple at an alarming rate.

You moaned the loudest you had all night at the feeling of warmth covering your core, emitting off of the vibrator that centred in on your aching clit that was drenched in arousal. Your hips tried to buck violently in search for the source of the vibrations that pulsed almost angrily.

You finally braved a look down as you panted heavily amongst moans to see what could possibly cause such uncharted pleasure only to spot the blue, yellow and red swirls of light you had come to hate the sight of. In that moment you didn't hate them though, far from it. You were entranced by the light show from Carol.

Your legs attempted to close around Carol's hand and the vibrator, but she held them apart. She watched you with an arrogant smirk as you threw your head back and moaned continuously, just as she had planned.

"Oh? I thought you didn't like me using my powers on you. You seem to be enjoying it now, judging by your slutty moans that is." She taunted knowingly.

You're unable to muster the voice to say something, to defend your ego. All you can do try to stop yourself moaning Carol's name or title.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as Carol's powers never let up, mercilessly pulsing waves of vibrations to your core repeatedly until your legs started to shake.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as your clit throbbed aggressively, desperate to reach it's release it craved so much.

Your moans became less coherent when your back arched and toes curled. Just as you were about to fall over that glorious edge all vibrations died down to barely noticeable sensation.

You whined lowly at the worst teasing you had ever felt. It was as though Carol held you over your much needed edge by the back of your shirt, keeping you in that vulnerable state until she decided to either pull you back or let you go.

"Do you need something?" Carol asked with a shit eating grin.

You brought your hands down to push the vibrator further against you but Carol pinned them together in the middle of your stomach with one hand. The strength of just that was able to stop you and it was frustrating to no end knowing that.

Her other hand stayed firmly attached to the vibrator that was quietly buzzing against you core. Carol occasionally messed around with the vibrations levels and the inclusion of her powers to take you by surprise, constantly keeping you on the edge of where you needed to be most.

"Jesus Christ!" Your frustration bubbled to the surface, unable to control your anger at Carol for the merciless teasing she was making you ensure.

"Nope, just your Captain." If you had control of your legs, you would have kneed her in that stupidly attractive face of hers.

The vibrations were becoming too much yet still too little. Every so often they would spike to the previous level before returning to something unfairly light. Your orgasm seemed to grow closer and closer each time before it was denied.

Once, Carol slipped the powered vibrator through your drenched folds with her powers lining it. It felt insane. Energy tickling your inner walls as the vibrations hit all the right areas. But, of course, it was quickly pulled away too.

Just like that, all defiance left your body and you surrendered to your needs.

"Carol, Please, I need to cum so bad!" You wailed in desperation, not caring how you sounded.

"Really?" Carol wondered aloud as she stared down at you.

"Yes! Carol..." You whined and returned her stare pleadingly.

"Who are you begging to make you cum?"

You gulped stiffly, knowing you were about to slip head first into the rabbit hole you had been avoiding so precisely all night.

"You...My Captain." Carol preened at the use of her title, something she had long awaited to hear you say and was sure you would need no encouragement to say it countless more times that night.

"Good girl." She husked and carelessly threw the vibrator to the side now she could use something better. "You want your Captain to fuck you? You wanna cum on my cock like a good little slut?"

Your nodded eagerly, knowing the only way was forward and that you would do anything for what Carol wanted to do to you.

"Please Captain, I want you so bad." You begged shameless.

"Well then you need to get my cock ready for your cunt." Carol stated matter-of-factly as she sat up straight and edged towards you.

The silicone toy between her legs was getting nearer to your face and your mouth watered at the sight, knowing you would need it to help accomdate the size.

You were so dazed by the sight of the toy bigger than you had ever seen that Carol had to tap your cheek to prompt you to open your mouth for her strap.

You did so instantly and without hesitation, quickly having the tip of the silicone toy at your mouth.

"Such an obidient baby now. You would do anything for my cock wouldn't you?" But Carol didn't give you a chance to respond. She thrusted her hips forward and in a flash she was forcing the strap into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

The blonde retreated the strap slightly only to ram it back in with more force and causing you to gag as it surpassed your limit without consideration.

You tried to sit up on your elbows to try and soften Carol's thrusts but she knelt down painfully on your arms as she gripped the headboard to aid her thrusting.

"I haven't even got you tired up and you're still so helpless." She mocked cruelly as she continued to make you gag and choke on the toy you struggled to accomdate so badly.

Eventually it became too much and you body fell limp in defeat, drool spilling from your mouth.

Carol didn't fail to notice this and chuckled darkly at the sight of you spread out on her bed with a dazed expression. She hadn't even fucked you yet.

As the dominant hero withdrew her strap she felt a rush to her core at the sight of your saliva glistening on her cock. You really had gotten it ready for yourself. Not that it would help you handle the size much.

Carol didn't waste and time lining the strap up with your entrance. Her hands were firmly placed on either of your thighs to ensure you stay spread open for her.

"Please." You whispered as you both watched the strap part your folds, paving a way for itself, before disappearing into your hungry pussy. You moaned loudly as the strap stretched your walls for it's entrance. You couldn't help but cling onto Carol's bare back and scratch the prominent muscle beneath your fingers as she sunk the strap in further.

The pain was present but it was overridden by the amazing pleasure provided by it. Your pussy clenched desperately around the intruder just before Carol bottomed out into you and you cried out at the unexpected motion, gripping onto the woman above you as much as you could.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as they took over every part of your brain, body and soul.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

"You feel how deep I am inside you, slut?" Carol grunted as she continued her onslaught of fucking tour dripping pussy.

"Yes Captain! Feels so good. You feel so good deep inside me." You moaned between breathless pants.

"God you're such a desperate slut for me. Dripping whore for me to use whenever I want." She punctuated each word with the snap of her hips.

The coil in your lower abdomen was starting to tighten and you craved your release.

"C-Captain." You stuttered as you started to shudder. "I'm gonna...cum."

"Beg me for it." Carol demanded and you complied without question.

"Please! Please Captain, I'm gonna cum so hard! Please let me! I'll be good for you." You begged as though Carol held your life in her hands.

"Why should I let you?"

"Because I- because I'm sorry!" You looked Carol in the eyes as you pleaded, letting you see her expression when she knew she had won. You both knew.

"How sorry?" Carol asked as her pace increased. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm for much longer.

"I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." Carol watched you for a moment as she memorized every inch of you during her victory.

"Cum for your Captain." With a cry, you came incredibly hard on Carol's cock. Your whole body shuddered violently as Carol fucked you through your orgasm in the most ungentle way possible.

"I'm cuming! I'm cuming on your cock, Captain!" Never in your life did you think you would talk like this to someone, especially not Carol. Never since meeting the arrogant hero did you think you would submit to her in such a wanton way.

Carol fucked you through your orgasm and into another one without even considering giving you a break or chance to recover from the earth shattering one you had just experienced. Your vision was still spotted with blanks as you tried to speak this to her but you couldn't manage to form any coherent words, the only sounds resonating throughout the room were your desperate moans, slapping of Carol's thighs against your own and the wet sound of your pussy being fucked, this being amplified even more now that your cum was swirling around inside of you with the strap.

Carol unexpectedly reached out quicker than you could react to and locked her hand around your throat. Her pace was harder this time, as though reminding you she hadn't forgotten she was punishing you and that she was still mad at you. Clearly very mad.

The strap slammed against the back of your pussy and had you crying out in a failed attempt to adjust to it. Even that was muffled by Carol's grip on your airways.

You couldn't believe the force she was able to gather to drive herself into you with each thrust. Over and over. You began to loose your grip on the world around you.

You plummeted into another orgasm in no time, your overworked pussy spasming around the strap as it released more sticky liquid onto it that you were too blissed out to notice was dripping onto yours and Carol's thighs. She smacked your thigh hard to show she at least had acknowledged it.

You lost count of how many times you had cum. When your limbs went weak and finally dropped from Carol's back she withdrew. Something you were thankful for until she flipped you onto your front and dove back in. Her stamina and sex drive was unforgivable and unmatched. And soon, it was the only thing you knew.

You continued to moan and scream profanities into the pillow while Carol wrecked your world above you. She had your head forced into the pillows with one hand and showed no signs of letting up.

You mustered as much energy as you could to squirm away but your efforts were futile. Your pussy ached with the punishing pace and extreme overstimulation you were experiencing. But you had no way to escape it. All you could do was lay beneath your Captain, voice horse from screaming so loud countless times, and take everything she was giving.

When the final orgasm was ripped from your body it was as though it had taken every part of you with it. Your exhausted and overworked body finally abandoned you and left you to be enveloped by the darkness and the strong arms of Carol Danvers.

[luck-and-larceny]

Prompt 2: Bolt

You know what intuition is, right?

There are debates about this because there are debates about everything. We were created to question everything. And we don't always reach the same conclusions. So we debate because an incredible thing about us is that we don't want to be alone. Not physically. Not spiritually. And not intellectually either. We want to share. We don't always reach the same conclusions, no, but gods do we want to. That's kind of adorable, isn't it?

I digress. This story isn't about the beauty of mankind. 

It's about the opposite.

So. Intuition. One argument is that it is a magical impulse, a 6th sense that mankind was gifted and did not develop properly that could ultimately make sense of our entire existence.

The other argument is that it's purely scientific. We receive so many different cues day to day that our brains cannot possibly process them all. Intuition is our brain making sense of something it started to catch from one of our other senses, but that we were not actively paying attention to.

So. Because I'm me and I can see the merits and flaws in both of these ideas, I say it's both. Our brains might be processing input it can't fully sort out. But it knows something is wrong anyway. How is that not a kind of magic?

At any rate, it's definitely Nymeian. A sense that tells us "Something is going to happen, but you have to guess what!" and that you can't always entirely trust and that you aren't always guaranteed to even have at a pivotal moment? Fickle magic. Who else but Lady Luck could be to blame for such an unreliable gift?

I was 16 years old and wearing a different name when I realized that. Gangly, underfed, uncertain, and uncared for, I worked (I'll use that term loosely here) for an abusive group of traveling bards/cutthroats/bandits. My side job for them was an extremely unsafe acrobatics show. The more unsafe it was the more money it made. Them. Not me of course.

My main job was picking pockets from the crowds of people that the shows would draw. While the crowd gawked at whatever was on the stage (good or horrendously bad, it did not matter), I took their belongings. Again, for the caravan. Not for myself. If I was found to have kept anything it would be taken from me. And not gently either. Cutthroat bandits aren't known for their tenderness, not even when they're very good at singing.

It was storming the day I ran away. Not actively where I was, but in the distance. The sky looked clear where we were; I could even see the stars staring down at me from above to remind me that I wasn't entirely alone with the Nameless Caravan. They were there too. And since none of us really want to be alone, I was grateful, at least, for the company of the stars.

But despite the clear sky, there was a gentle, tentative rain that took its time falling down in that part of the Shroud where the Nameless had decided to set up camp. And every now and then my ears would twitch as they caught the sound of far off, distant thunder somewhere else.

Water is Nymeia's element. I didn't know that then. I knew surprisingly little then. But I know that now. And she doesn't always like to be alone either, so sometimes she visits with other gods. Sometimes water meets with wind and lightning. Sometimes you get a divine storm.

Out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw a bolt of lightning race diagonally across a distant sky.

Anyway, that night I prayed for escape. And that was the first time I felt what intuition was. Somehow I knew when and where to run.I felt it on my skin and in my veins. My heart raced. Something electric coursed through my veins. I felt a pull in my stomach and chest. I felt my head turn in the right direction, the direction of the storm, and I felt in my core the call of intuition insisting that I  "Run."

And so I did. I bolted. 

I ran towards the storm, not away from it. I ran until I was out of breath and then I ran some more, my own breath replaced by the gift of wind. When dehydrated, I had the rain. I became the lightning's twin, racing across the horizon. I became the storm I and when I did I became free! There is chaos in a storm, yes. But there is freedom too! Nymeian intuition had transformed me.

But we're all flawed aren't we? And Nymeia is so restless, so easily bored. Like the rain, she only sticks around so long before she's got somewhere else to be. And the goddess wears a veil anyway, making it difficult to ever know what you're looking at. 

So we make mistakes. We can mistake lust for love. We can mistake comfort for happiness. And we can mistake when Nymeia is telling you to run away for her telling you to take a chance and stay.

I felt something tonight. It was Nymeia’s magic pull, but I was far too drunk to understand what it was telling me.

But I didn't perform tonight. I just wanted to be entertained. She performed instead. And she was incredible. Her voice was captivating. The way she moved was mesmerizing. If we had been near the ocean, I'd have assumed she was a siren. 

A beautiful woman at the bar kept buying me drinks. I was surprised by this. Not because an attractive person was buying my drinks– that happens from time to time– but because I thought I should have been buying hers. And I would have had I anything in my pockets but stolen trinkets.

See, I often perform songs here. Sometimes well even!

And sometimes, well…

She made eye contact with me the whole time. I didn't think anything of it. Not even when my heart began to race and I felt the spark in my veins. That is what a crush feels like too. How could I not have a crush on this woman?

Maybe she was.

And then when she was done she bought my drinks.  I couldn't buy her anything, so I told her stories. I told more and more of them as she bought me more and more drinks. And when she asked me my name, I told her: Malika.

My heart beat even faster then. 

Outside, rain poured down from the sky. Lightning flashed. 

If this woman had asked me to go home with her, go anywhere with her!, I'd have said yes.

She did not ask me to go anywhere. 

Instead, she leaned over the bar, sweetly kissed my cheek, and whispered into my ear: "The Nameless want me to tell you that they haven't forgotten what you did, Aerrie."

And then she left.

And so did the man sitting to the right of me.

And two more in the crowd.

And with them everything that had been in my pockets. They had been other people's things until I stole them and then they became mine. And now they are no longer mine.

I was found to have had something and they took it from me. Same as always.

Will they kill me?

And I am still here in this shitty, little bar. When I leave here I will never return here again.

But I have to get out first.

I am desperately drunk. My heart is racing and I want to bolt…  But I am not sure if this is Nymeia telling me to follow her out into the freedom of the storm right this minute– or if this is fear casting a veil over her real message. If I run outside… will they be waiting for me?

Well, fuck.

I don't know what to do. I only know that doing something is almost always better than nothing. 

And I don’t want to be alone right now.

Even the rain has wind and lightning to keep it company after all.

I reach for my linkpearl and pray for a spark of divine luck.

I pray for freedom.

[softgrungeprophet]

*reddit voice* AITA????

i am just gonna post all the comments this person left as screenshots here to give an idea of what i'm talking about (some/many of the comments here are mildly to very NSFW just fyi)

So, there's a person who left some guest comments on Redline (my explicit Peter/Mac hotel hookup fic), who I had a long convo with (~11 comments apiece from each of us) that was variously baffling, amusing, and frustrating.

fairly typical opening comment exchange

this is a smut fic so of course conversations about the sex part are not that weird and i was fine with discussing that for the most part and being honest about why i even wrote the fic. i figured that would be fine.

their response?

brother what the fuck are you talking about, did you even read this fic? or did you just skim the parts where peter sucked dick. i think at this point I was thinking like, well they're a little off-base but i can sort of see why they might come to this conclusion, maybe.

"when they first began their trysts"?? This is their only hookup! It's not like there's a sequel to this fic!

trying to engage reasonably with the things they said that are actually relevant while gently dismissing the stuff that's incorrect.

Literally we're talking about my fanfiction in my AU where I can say with 100% certainty that they have never hooked up before, let alone multiple times, and I already said—both in my responses to this person and in my author notes—that this fic isn't even canon to my AU, meaning actually they don't hook up even once in-universe... i have no idea where they got the idea that this is an ongoing thing because the text makes it pretty clear that this is the first and only time the characters have boned, but sure whatever you want to say. multiple trysts.

also re: the pederasty comment, that's on me for being pretentious I guess, cause I made an offhand mention in the fic itself:

(also to be clear about peter's age, he is 19 here and moderately experienced, he's not like... an underage virgin or anything like that.)

But Also

(cont from comment above)

what?

i think this is the point where i was really just thinking to myself, like, this is getting a little weird. also, weirdly condescending. Like, bro, I know what pederasty is, I don't just toss random fucking words into my fics without knowing what they mean. you don't need to define it for me.

also the everything else.

sorry, between formatting and lengthy comments my reply is kind of long and weirdly laid out in the screenshots (but there is alt text if you need it):

Mostly talking about characterization. Being like, no, Peter would not be impressed, etc. First part non-sexual despite the blatant horniness of their previous comment about weight lifting.

(me, internally: how do i tell them their barbell comment is completely stupid without being a dick?)

In retrospect I probably should have just straight up ignored the comment about spanking and shifted completely to my explanation of the fact that they don't have that kind of relationship instead of explaining peter's masochism.

(cont)

this is just me explaining why they're wrong and adding some context from my AU as part of the explanation of why.

Again in retrospect I probably should have just not added the context about Peter's backstory or relationship to submission even though it was to explain that it wouldn't make sense in-universe but i have a tendency to over-explain a lot

(cont)

again prob just shouldn't have brought up literally any of this and left it at the initial points about their personalities and the point about peter having plenty of adults in his life. but foresight and conciseness are clearly not my strong suits.

also ugh the way i explain it make peter sound so wooby... misleading

Kind of out of left field (felicia was not mentioned in any previous comments or in the fic at all except like ONE sentence in my author's notes (which i have since removed for unrelated reasons)) but okay????

also just... "spidey's outlaw girlfriend and fellow rogue to scorpion" once more explaining shit i already know, as if i don't know who the black cat is. i'm not a fucking idiot.

(cont)

"i would like to think"? great i just told you this isn't the case because this is my alternate universe. And if we were talking about 616 it would be moot because we know they do know each other in 616 because felicia employed mac in the comics several years ago, but clearly we are talking about my AU and i just told you that this isn't true. (maybe i should have said that to them instead)

also as a scenario it's kind of out of left field but whatever, sure, threesome!

me: I am just going to smile and nod.

them: anyway i am going to talk about something else completely unrelated that demonstrates i did not pay attention to this fic despite trying to offer extensive analysis and speculation, and also i am going to end on something completely off-topic and random.

to be clear the word "speedo" was not mentioned even once in this fic but this single interaction is why they even brought it up:

I genuinely don't expect any of my readers to actually know what a dance belt is since it's pretty niche equipment but it would have taken literally two seconds to google it instead of seeing the word "thong" and assuming peter uses a swimsuit as underwear for some reason and then going on an aside about how peter ~canonically~ goes commando.

i have nothing to say about the bald part. i don't know what prompted it. it's completely irrelevant.

For those of you that don't know what a dance belt is, by the way, let me save you a google because I already explained it in my reply:

They did not respond to this at all. hm I wonder why

instead they started a new comment thread to ask a question that was answered in my author's note:

(cw discussion/mentions of child molestation and sexual assault/rape for the next few comments)

choosing to believe they genuinely had forgotten. kind of odd comment but again not that weird so whatever, sure, i'll engage, idk why i didn't just ignore them at this point and just say, "who knows!" or something. the need to over-explain strikes again, i am my own worst enemy, and so on.

(here is where i mention this in my author's note, btw):

...

the dramatic synopsis is genuinely so funny to me like?? this is a comment on gay porn fanfiction... why are you giving me a movie narrator summary of felicia's backstory...

and again the same thing happens and they leave a long hypothetical question—i really should have figured out this pattern by this point huh...

actually this is around the time i realized this person was just gonna keep leaving random unprompted scenarios every time i answered their questions or lightly deconstructed the inaccuracies in their presumptions.

they are right about one thing at least, which is the element of choice.

cue my polite suggestion that they make an account so they can just post fics instead of essentially writing their own fanfiction in my comments, considering how little half of what they've said has had to do with my actual fic. 90% of it is completely unrelated situations of their own devising that have nothing to do with my AU, as you can see by the number of times i've said, "I don't think that applies here" and similar things throughout this extended conversation.

this is where i just give up.

it's like talking to a brick wall, but all the bricks are horny. i should have just said "No???"

after that was silence for a bit, which considering my last reply to them was basically "idk lol" and the previous thread ended with me telling them what a dance belt is and why jock straps aren't practical for acrobatics, is not surprising.

i assumed they were done.

got another comment from someone else about ten days later (3 days ago)

A simple question, my explanation, and... some critique I didn't really ask for. Did I mention that the fic this comment is on... is a porn oneshot? and not a plot-based story? Also was amused/annoyed at the "confuses the audience" comment cause no one else seems to have been confused by it and kita told me she personally read the single line where I mention Mac's scar having not been there before as a way to gauge the passage of time. which was my intent so i'm glad that it comes across, btw, lol

Other than that, the story is okay.

am i being fucking negged???

but, whatever, sometimes you get crit you don't need or want, eh, it's fine

This is the same fucking person, right? This is the same shit? Same style of phrasing (i probably should have realized this when I saw the first comment though, since their initial question about Mac's scars is identically structured to the other questions this person asked before, but like i said, this was like ten days after i thought the convo was over so it's not like i was thinking about it anymore at that point), same sudden segue into power fantasy, pecs and body worship as a previous comment, same mentions of admiration and Manly Masculinity as before—like this comment isn't even a new scenario, it's almost identical to one of the first comments they left which I had already explained wasn't applicable.

The only difference is a guest display name!

but let me tell you after a dozen comments, most of which have had fuck all to do with my writing or story...

as you can see, I am done engaging with this person.

best part? normally i don't even leave guest comments on anyway because i'm self-conscious about my trans flash fics so i kinda leave guest comments disabled for a lot of the fics i post. i just happened to enable them recently on a whim. but at this point i'll probably leave them off permanently lmao

idk

maybe I Am The Asshole for being too friendly and then suddenly getting fed up without offering a previous, less rigid boundary, but also... i already went over the shit they're talking about! over 11 comments! I thought the convo was over by that point, anyway! why are you using a different display name to make a new comment that's almost exactly the same as one of your earliest comments two weeks ago?? do you think i'm gonna give a different answer if i think i'm talking to a different person??????

maybe it's a different person or maybe the response i gave is a sudden ultimatum on my part and i should have, in retrospect, just like... stopped engaging with their random apropos-of-nothing scenarios, but man! hindsight is 20/20 and i'm not very good at interacting with people either, clearly.

sorry if this post duplicates itself on my custom theme on web, read mores seem to play very badly with custom web themes atm...

[eisforeidolon]

After watching the trailer of TW in was quite natural that Jensen would get some heat as somehow he has put himself into that spot but now things are again going out of hands. My dash is filled with posts like Jensen is backstabber, Jensen is cunt, Jensen is just like his unhinged fans, Jensen and Misha are no different etc... To an extent where it is frustrating. Maybe I am wrong to think like that, but I cannot dismiss someone without giving him benefit of doubts just by judging his one wrong decision. Also, Jared posted something supportive for Jensen, his stans think he did that because he is great and classy which is very much true- but also I believe he is smart enough not to extend his support over a backstabber if there was no mutual understanding between themselves regarding the scenario. Or he can do it to avoid controversy, I don't know if that was necessary. However, I was damn angry and frustrated on Jensen and still am, but haven't found any reason to think he is the worst person ever till now, but this kind of posts mentally forces to believe that which is tiring. It makes me think whether I am being blind to certain truths because I don't want to handle them, but also I don't want to be judgemental on someone I don't know for his offense on someone else because I necessarily don't know the whole story. It's a strange conflict. You are one of them most sane peoples of this fandom whi are extremely rare nowadays, so coming to you for rescue. Hope you don't mind.

I think it's important to remember that SPN fandom is ... really super extra about everything. Prequelgate both set off brand new conflict and brought a lot of previously subterranean stan resentment up to the surface.

I'll just say again, consider the biases of the blogs you're reading. Compare what they're saying to direct sources and available facts. Consider what seems reasonable given everything you know.

For example, when a blog talks about a new development, do they frequently leave details out that don't fit with their opinion? Do they state what are clearly their interpretations as facts? Do they drastically contradict themselves from one post to another, depending on what will spin better for a consistent underlying agenda? Is their response to what they're reacting to actually proportionate? Can they admit to even the possibility of being wrong? Do they spend a lot of time claiming to be superior and uninterested while constantly diving into the wank they're supposedly above and the topic they don't care about? Does their opinion depend on believing some kind of underlying reason that doesn't actually make much sense if you follow the logic through? Does their version of events require whoever they stan to be a moronic, helpless blob that needs their protection? Or whoever they don't to be an idiotic mustache-twirling villain?

I'm not going to tell you who or what to believe, but I think if you consider the overall picture any given blog is painting in terms of the factors above? It might help you determine how seriously you should actually be taking what they say. Especially when it doesn't agree with your own impressions from the original context without the extra stan spin on top. This fandom is full of a lot of very heavily invested, very opinionated people. A lot of whom have very specific pictures built up in their heads of who J2 and each J individually should be. I think it's good to examine other opinions, but in doing so it's very important to consider how much weight they actually deserve. I personally have no more interest in digging for hidden clues in J2's positive statements and interactions with each other since prequelgate to prove they're fake than I ever had in searching for clues in the show to secret hidden storylines.

One last consideration in terms of dealing with all the negativity? Despite considering myself a wank blog, I actually officially follow only a small handful of SPN blogs that are largely wank free. I enjoy interacting with a much wider circle of blogs, but sometimes I find it very helpful to be able to check into the fandom on my dash without also having to check in to the wank, if that makes sense.