#this ship makes me so fucking feral I swear

[ecoterrorist-katara]

I love fics where the Gaang finds out about the story behind Zuko’s scar. That said, I still think Zuko and Katara’s interaction in Crossroads of Destiny is the most powerful scar scene possible, precisely because Katara does not get his backstory, yet treats him with compassion anyway.

From The Storm onwards, Zuko’s scar becomes a symbol to the audience. Zuko’s scar is inextricable from his inherent goodness, which is constantly warring with his desire to please his cruel father. I think that’s why fans are so eager to see the Gaang find out the story behind his scar — so that the Gaang can see Zuko the way we’ve seen Zuko since season 1, so that they can understand the full tragedy of his story, and so that Zuko can get the comfort he really, really needs and deserves.

But Katara doesn’t offer to heal his scar because he’s good, or because she’s appalled that his father was abusive and awful. She offers to heal his scar because she sees that he’s hurting, and she wants to make that hurt go away. Knowing his backstory would not have made her act any differently, because she had already offered the full extent of her compassion. Katara knows firsthand what he’s capable of. She’s seen him at his very lowest. Yet she chooses to comfort him anyway.

And Zuko — Zuko, for whom pain is about as natural as breathing, who doesn’t care if he lives or dies, whose list of “people who have seen the worst of him and care about him anyway” starts and ends with his uncle, who knows full well that Katara travels with both the literal hope of the world and her own brother…no wonder he lets her touch his scar. No wonder he wants her forgiveness so badly. No wonder he jumps in front of lightning for her and reaches for her while he’s literally dying. Because Katara didn’t see the good in him: she saw the human in him. Because to a girl defined by her compassion, they were the same thing. And to a boy who had been desperately trying to bury his own humanity, it was everything.

[athenaluthor]

past time

pairing: darth vader x reader

summary: vader indulges in his favourite past time, fucking his wife

warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut (obvi), married vader, emperor vader, breeding kink

side note: this is a snippet (unedited) on a new series im working on. should i publish?

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Both of your skins are warm and sticky with sweat despite the cold air of the ship. The pleasure has you lost, you even can't remember how long he's been fucking you. You feel as if you're floating and drowning at the same time. Climax after climax, your body is limp and pliant just for him.

Now, Vader has you on your back, legs around his waist as he pounds into you, over and over. He grunts as he continues to thrust into you, pace unrelenting even as your pussy clamps down on him. You can't take it, you've been cumming on his cock so many times that now you're moaning incoherent words while your legs shake uncontrollably.

He likes you like this. All laid out for him to take, to pleasure and fill up whenever he liked. Today, he'd been drowned in his work, the Palpatine loyalists and Inquisitors remnants are certainly making their presence known.

So, he decides to indulge in his favourite past time, you. You are after all, going to be the beginning of his dynasty.

Vader's thick cock stretches you out so much it toes the line between pain and being so, so good. The first time he had you, he thought he'd never get his entire cock in. When he did, he didn't think he could live without fucking you again. He knew you hated him but it didn't matter. No matter how much you try to deny it, you love how he fucks you.

As he fucks you, he grunts in your ear, “That's it, my pretty little wife. Take my cock! You love it, don't you? No matter how much you say you hate me, you love being fucked like this.”.

You can't reply, you can't form sentences or words, only moans and whimpers. All your senses are in overdrive as you near another climax. You want to beg for him to slow down and let you rest. The pressure between your legs continues to build as he thrusts into you, tightening up each second he fucks you.

“Can't even talk back now,huh? So close to cumming on my cock again yet you say you don't want me to fuck you.”

It finally snaps, sending jolts through your body and clouding your brain. Your orgasm has you writhing and arching your back uncontrollably, you swear you see stars. Seeing you moan uncontrollably, nearly passing out, has him on the edge of his climax.

"That's it, that's it! I'm going to cum inside of you, deep inside you. Fill you up until it takes! he roars, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

His thrusts are erratic, he ruts into you without care as he chases his climax. You know he's so desperately close. Finally, he stills, with feral grunts he shoots ropes of his cum into you and coats your walls. It fills you up so much, the feeling has clenching down on him, milking each and every last drop.

There's so, so much of it. It leaks out of you and pools around his cock and your hole.

He rides out his climax, slowing down his thrusts. When he pulls out, he pulls out slowly, enjoying the wince you give as he touches your oversensitive clit.

Drops of his cum drip out of you and onto the sheets below you. His fingers scoops it and fingers it back into you. The movement has you reeling, body so overstimulated that you continue to drift away.

He enjoys you being dazed like this, body so weak and overstimulated from his fucking. He would fuck you again but he didn't want to break you. You gave him reprieve from the galaxy's troubles and he quite liked having you in his bed.

After all, you are his wife and the future mother to his heirs. He would't risk the future of his dynasty.

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[mint-yooxgi]

Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Yandere AU & Kraken AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Felix X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,958

Warnings: Implied violence and shipwreck, kidnapping, Felix is a type of Sea God in this, mentions of past sexual relations. Tentacles. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Did I base the start of this drabble on the ending scene in Dead Man's Chest? Perhaps. Is this a bit tamer than the others. Maybe. Either way, I still hope you like it! I've been slowly easing myself back into writing, so I'm happy with what I've been able to do. Plus, I just fucking love the banner I made for this hehehe... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Thirteenth of The Feral Drabbles

They thought they could keep you away from me.

They really thought they could keep you away from me.

It’s laughable. I thought it was a known rule for sailors not to anger the sea, but alas. Here we are.

The frantic screams and shouts don’t deter me for one second. I know what I came here for, and I’m not leaving without you. You’re mine. I warned them what the consequences would be, yet still they refused to give you to me. Even after we promised ourselves to each other! Can you believe that?

Oh, that sounds so harsh. It’s not like you didn’t also choose me. It’s these… these… things keeping us apart. They don’t understand our love. Think I’m corrupting you, or something.

Such bullshit. The only thing I’m corrupting is their ability to live.

They hid you on the third level, thinking you’d be safe within the deepest confines of the ship. Little do they know it’s the worst place you could be. It’s like they want you to get hurt, like they want me to kill you. Such things I would never do. 

Still, despite my anger as I tear this floating piece of wood apart, I’m careful. Your safety is my top priority, and I’ve already ensured that. Right now, you rest, cocooned inside a few of my tentacles. Magic surrounds you, ensuring none of their attacks have any effect on me or you. Like hell I’ll allow them to disturb you now. Besides, you passed out shortly after my assault started on the ship, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.

I can still remember when we first met, how you told me you didn’t fare well with sea travel. Yet another offence they’ve made against you. I’ll never forgive them for their transgressions. Sinners need to pay, and I am here to pass my divine judgement on those that would call themselves ‘heroes’.

Do not fear, My Beloved. Once I finish smashing apart this pathetic excuse of driftwood, I’ll take you home. 

Where you’ve always belonged. 

With me.

These planks are so brittle, it’s almost laughable. Your captor’s pathetic attempts to defend themselves are cute, in a way. If not for the fact that every time I start to pull you out of the wreckage, more of them show up to try and hinder me. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with protecting you now when they’ve never done so before.

I’m the one who always saves you. I’m the one who ensures you no harm. Not them.

No matter. They haven’t seen everything that I can do. My capabilities far surpass what their puny, closed off minds can comprehend. I’ve got magic beyond the darkest depths of the ocean, strength greater than the harshest of tides. There is no being, save myself, that could keep me away from you.

I don’t even know why they try.

Finally, I’m able to pull you out of that godforsaken wreckage and unleash my full wrath upon these wretches. The boat snaps like a twig as I pull the debris and all remaining survivors below the surface. 

None will survive. They don’t get to. I won’t let them.

Honestly, it’s kind of fun tearing stuff apart. I’ve always enjoyed making a mess of things. I only wish you could be awake to see just how strong your lover can be. After all, I’m doing this for you. I warned them about what would happen should they lay their filthy, traitorous hands all over you. I’m simply staying true to my word!

You know firsthand that I’m a very truthful guy. I would never lie to you, My Pearl. I would rather be slow roasted over an open fire than even think to deceive you.

Aren’t I so loyal?

Oh. Right. You aren’t awake to hear my teasing. Teasing which you seem quite fond of whenever I’m with you.

I think you just like hearing my voice…

That’s okay, Beloved. I will speak for as long as you desire me to. Besides, the feeling is quite mutual.

Gods- I can’t wait to see your face when you wake up in our home, and I get to tell you everything that I’ve done for you. Finally, we can be together, free of oppressive opinions and suppressive stares. Where I’m taking you, we can be ourselves, and the magic of my ocean will keep you safe. Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll even become like me, too. 

Won’t that be incredible? Just thinking about it makes my whole body tingle.

Or maybe that’s just the change in depth.

I promise my home isn’t too much further out, and it’s in a safe area. You’ll be able to live here with me free of any restraints. I’ll be your comfort. I’ll be your guide. I will provide for you everything you will ever need. 

There is nothing stopping our love now.

I’ll even make sure that no sliver of the wreckage I just caused gets to you. The currents listen to me. They’re my friends, and soon they will be yours, too.

Either way, I’m glad that’s over, because now I can focus on you! I know that you’d be celebrating with me if you were awake, but for now, I’ll simply revel in this sweet victory alone. Having you safe in my arms is enough reward, and when you wake, the true celebration will begin.

Hmm, I wonder what we should do first? Should I take you to the reefs so you can see all of the colourful coral that I’ve grown just for you? Should I present you to the schools of fish that always seek refuge around my house? Get them to revel in your beauty? Or maybe I’ll worship you in the den of our own personal sanctuary, where nothing - no one - will be able to interrupt.

My Beauty.

My Beautiful, Beloved Pearl.

I’ll admit, there’s a certain ring to those names that I enjoy. It calls to me like the cavernous songs of the sirens. An enchantment I can never seem to escape: you.

Not that I want to. 

No. Never. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you.

You’re addictive, you know that? One glance caught my attention. One melodic note of a spoken word, and I was hooked. Your eyes are deeper than the darkest sea, and I could swim in them forever. You hold me, transfixed, with your gaze whenever you look at me, and I never want it to stop.

Honestly, I can never grow tired of you looking at me. I want you to look at me, and only me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning when you blink those glorious eyes open, and the last thing you see when you go to sleep at night. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you close, whispering the sweetest words of all the worlds in your ears, and hear you do the same for me in return.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Beloved, and I will never hesitate to prove that to you. With me, you will never have to settle for less than what you deserve, for I will always give you every single thing your heart could ever desire.

Fuck- I can still remember the way your body trembled from the very first touch. The more I trailed my arms over your body, letting the tips of my tendrils caress your skin, the more your whole being warmed. You fit so perfectly in my hold, that I long to always touch you - to always be near you, and obey your every whim.

I am but your loyal servant, sent to worship the very depths of your soul. Your entire being calls to me, and I could bathe in your warmth for all eternity. Right now, it’s that warmth that I crave more than anything. That glorious nectar that seeps from between your legs beckons to me. One taste isn’t enough. I need to feel you flooding my every sense once more.

Sweet.

Addictive.

I could spend ages defining it, but nothing could ever truly put into words just how ethereal you are to me.

People always thought my existence was mere myth itself. Rumours and legends only meant to scare those away from pursuing adventure on the high seas. Nothing more than a fable to tell their children at night to ensure they don’t go off swimming in the bay alone.

They have always been, and will always be, wrong.

I’m as real at the tide, as sure as the sand that resides against the ocean floor. There is nothing in these waters as deadly as I am, and all those that oppose us will face my wrath.

Well, where we’re going, we won’t have to worry about being disturbed at all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of privacy. No one dares disturb that which should be left undisturbed. At least, those smart enough to.

That is, of course, unless I use my magic to let those sirens get a taste of their own medicine. Water echoes even the smallest of sounds, and yours should be heard for miles around. I can still hear your glorious voice calling out my name as you bathed me in your own sacred waters, and I want all to know that you are mine, and I am yours. For all eternity. 

I’ll admit… I’m addicted to you, and I can never get enough. Though, from the way I remember your hands clinging to me that night only days ago, I don’t think you can get enough, either.

Good thing we have forever to spend fully satisfying each other!

Ah… looks like we’re finally getting close to home. I can see the familiar drop off up ahead. Don’t worry, Beloved, there’ll be plenty of air for you to breathe inside. I won’t always have to keep you covered in a veil of magic. Though, I would always like to have an arm around you. Feeling your skin pressed against my own is a sensation unlike any other, and I long to never let you go.

Perhaps I should tidy up a little more before you wake. I always have way too much energy after destroying a ship. Something about adrenaline and all that.

Perhaps when you wake up you could even help me with it… You might be a bit tired and disoriented when you wake, but my magic can help with your exhaustion. You seemed to like that that last time I used it on you.

How else could we have gone as many rounds as we did?

Oh, you flatter me by pulling yourself in closer to me subconsciously when I shift into such a basic form. It easier to move around like a human within my home when it’s drained like this, and besides, I haven’t exactly shown you my entire true form yet. The last thing I want to do is scare you as soon as you wake up. You’ve already suffered the trauma of being stolen away from me today. I don’t want to make things worse.

There. All you need to do is rest now. 

In my arms? Well, who am I to pull away from My Pearl when you’re clinging onto me so tightly in your sleep? 

I truly can never say no to you…

Just rest, Beloved. This creature shall keep you safe, tucked away deeply in his heart for all eternity. Once you open those glorious eyes of yours, our own adventure will start.

Just you and me, forever. 

I promise.

[mychlapci]

The broodmare Megatron still being intimating and fully prepared to throw down ask gave me an idea. Specifically for the tfa broodmare ship au.

A Carrier's instinct to protect their brood is a powerful urge, and despite the Autobot broodmares being, well, Autobot broodmares, they were still at one point trained to fight. Bumblebee and Bulkhead were in the Autobot boot camp, they were intended to join the elite guard so they must have trained accordingly. Despite Ratchet being an old mech now and a Medic to boot, he was still on the battlefield and can whoop serious ass if need be. Prowl is a fucking cyber ninja for God's sake. And Optimus was the star student of the Autobot Academy, getting top marks in every class and even managed to get the title of Prime before he even graduated.

And Omega Supreme is, well, Omega Supreme.

If anyone were to enter their nests or bother their clutches/sparklings without permission, they wouldn't hesitate to start throwing hands regardless of their pregnancy status.

Bulkhead's a big mech, usually the mere presence of a massive pissed off carrier is enough to deter wannabe intruders. But if one were to try to bother him or his bitties, they would be in for a rather personal introduction to his wrecking ball fists.

Anyone who tries to mess with Prowl who's not one of his chosen studs or one of the other broodmares that make up his team is usually treated to a shuriken to the back and a foot to the face before getting kicked out.

Anyone who messes with Bee, well, they're in for quite the shock. Those stingers are no joke, he would practically electrocute them into a coma. He's also a fast little bugger so you wouldn't even see him coming before you suddenly feel the wrath of Zeus come down upon you for daring to mess with his clutches or whatever bitties he's babysitting.

Omega Supreme is a Titan. And a warship. It's just stupidity to try anything with him. Anyone who is stupid enough to mess with his hotspots will be treated to the full power of a Titan.

Ratchet, well, he usually has Deadlock to protect him and his bitties. If he's busy elsewhere, Ratchet usually just throws them out with his magnets. But if someone were to get past Deadlock, they'd have a pissed off Medic on their ass who knows the Cybertronian body inside and out and will use that knowledge against them. They'd probably still be online as Ratchet tears them apart piece by piece.

But if getting caught by Ratchet is torture, then being caught by Optimus, Megatron's personal broodmare, is a Death Sentence. He wouldn't stop at just throwing you out of his nest like the others, he would Hunt You Down. As the captain and leader of the Orion and his Autobots, his territory extends past his nest. This includes the other's nests (though even he wouldn't enter without prior permission), Omega Supreme (since aside from Ratchet, he's basically Omega's speaker), his hab-suite (it's actually Megatron's) and various other areas on the Nemesis he adopted.

So it doesn't even have to be his bittlets - or even anyone else he views under his protection - you disturbed, it could be any of his teammates and once they kick you out of their nests, you're at his mercy. Usually he just makes an example of them by scaring the pit out of them with a rather terrifying game of cat-and-mouse then beating the slag out of them to deter them from ever approaching his territory again. (The first time he does this, Megatron swears he falls in love just little more watching this half feral carrier verbally, mentally, and physically tear into the would-be intruder.) But if they were to hurt anyone on his team, any mech under his protection, or - Primus forbid - any of the sparklings, all bets are off, that just made this everyone's problem. That's a dead mech walking.

To be welcomed into the nest of a Carrier is like being on sacred ground and the Carrier is the Deity that rules it. Anyone - bittlet or not - willingly welcomed within the nest or even territory is the Carrier's responsibility to care for and nurture as much as the guest is to respect and abide by the Carrier's rules. (Which is why there's very few instances of in-fighting within Optimus' territory, he has little to no patience for such behavior.) If a Carrier feels threatened, usually a sire or other protective mech steps in to defend them. But if it's within their own nest/territory? They have no problems protecting themselves. A Carrier's duty is to protect their charges as much as it is to nurture them.

Unfortunately, the Autobots have no concept of this, which lands them in quite a bit of trouble. The first - and only - time Sentinel tries to get into Optimus' nest, he figures out real quick why Megatron likes him so much. He doesn't try to mess with Optimus again after that. (Though there is some part of him that is a little jealous of all the attention Optimus is getting.)

yessssss god, i’m a sucker for broodmares’ nests being a sacred place where no one can step outside of the boudnaries they themself set... It’s so hot to me. And the Decepticons take it very seriously. Now that they’re keeping broodmares on the ship, most of the decepticon infighting has been subdued or kept very passive, all for the sake of the growing bitties and because no one knows when Megatron’s beloved broodmamma will waddle in and overhear everything. And if he tells Megatron, then they’re goners...

oh lord, who even let Sentinel on the decepticon warship... Maybe they’re trying to seize Megatron’s ship and make a little rescue mission out of it, perhaps there’s a peace treaty in the making so the autobots and decepticons are playing nice (even though i doubt they’re willing to go through with it... the autobots are too prideful and the decepticons are already building an army, as can be seen by the broodmares they’ve collected) and Sentinel ends up straying into Optimus’ nest... Megatron’s very own berthroom.

Optimus has never looked angrier, not that Sentinel noticed. He kept trying to get Optimus to get up, putting his damn hands on him, thinking he’ll be a hero who rescued a fellow autobot who was demoted into the role of lowly decepticon birthing machine... Optimus ends up decking Sentinel in the face, something he’d wanted to do for a long time, but always chose not to, just to keep the peace.... But Sentinel tried to poke at the baby in his arms, without permission, and he couldn’t stand that.

Sentinel ends up being chased away all the way through the ship until Optimus decides that he’s far enough from his nest... Megatron is very proud (if they’re taking over the ship, then Optimus has captured an intruding autobot, if they’re playing civil, then he’s taught the autobots some manners, at least...)

[thus-spoke-lo]

cw: nsfw/18+; afab!reader; hisoka is his own content warning™. a little self-ship coded, shh. wc: 800

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You hold your hand to your chest, waiting for your heart to burst through your ribcage like a wild bird, the keys that were held loosely in your other hand dropping to the floor and landing with a sharp clatter. It seems you have an uninvited guest this evening—Hisoka sits perched in the center of your sofa, shirtless, legs crossed and a wry smile stretching across his face.

“Why dear, you’re home late,” he croons, golden eyes gleaming as he drapes his arms over the back of the couch and cocks his head at you.

“I got held up on my way out of the office,” you scowl, closing the front door behind you and slowly inhaling, exhaling even slower, trying to calm your racing pulse. “I didn’t know I had company to attend to tonight.”

“Well, I would’ve called but…” Hisoka trails off and shrugs his shoulders, uncrossing his legs and planting his feet on the ground. He behaves like a feral cat, coming and going as he pleases, entering your home of his own accord no matter how well you seal the doors and windows and how many times you change the locks, disappearing for days and weeks at a time, then showing up out of the blue demanding attention and affection. And, without fail, you fall for it every time.

A familiar scent catches your attention as you toss your coat onto a nearby chair. “What’s that smell?”

“There wasn’t anything in your fridge that looked appealing so I ordered curry.” He sounds almost bored by your question, as if the answer should have been obvious, and gestures lazily in the direction of kitchen. “It’s probably getting cold by now though.”

“Goddammit,” you mutter under your breath, pulling out your phone to check your bank balance as you saunter towards him.

“Don’t be so distrustful, dear, I paid for it myself,” Hisoka snips, raising an eyebrow, reaching forward to snatch your phone from your still-shaking hands. “You actually think I need to steal your money?”

“You already break into my house constantly, can you blame me for assuming?”

“Do you really think so little of me, pretty?” he coos, grabbing your wrists and tugging you towards him until you stumble against his knees, catching yourself on his broad shoulders. His long fingers sink into the plush of your hips and he pulls you forward easily until you land in his lap, straddling his muscular thighs; you can already feel the swell of his arousal pressing against your warmth.

“Stop fucking breaking into my fucking house, Hisoka.” Your arms find their usual spot draped around his neck as you settle against him, your fingers playing with the fine hairs at the back of his neck, and you swear you can feel him throb as you curse him out. “Fuck’s sake, I’ll just give you a key.”

“Aw, come now, where would be the fun in that?” he condescends, nuzzling your cheek as his warm palms caress the curve of your ass, sharp nails digging into your jeans, another clothing item dangerously close to ruin by his wandering hands. His lips crash suddenly against yours, his kisses bruising and cruel, the tip of his tongue probing your mouth hungrily while his hands pull you down even more firmly against the bulge in his pants.

“At least—at least text me when you’re coming o-over,” you stammer, a rush of blood pooling at the apex of your thighs as he rocks up into you. It’s sick how easily he wrings the annoyance and the anger out of you, leaving you twisted up and heated and needy, ready to soak up all that he has to give you.

“What, and ruin the surprise? Besides, you look so cute when you’re startled.” Hisoka grabs your wrist and gasps lewdly as he presses his lips to it, moaning against your skin while his tongue makes patterns over your pulse point. “Oh, my pretty little prey animal, your heart’s beating so fast for me.”

He sinks his teeth into the meat of your palm and you’re flooded with a rush of arousal. If only you’d worn that skirt to work that you’d briefly considered and discarded that morning, you could already have him inside you, hastily sliding your panties to one side to accommodate him. Instead, you have the illusion of struggle, a fabric barrier keeping you from showing your hand too quickly.

“D-don’t you want to eat dinner?” you ask through a sigh, a final shot fired in a losing battle.

Hisoka snickers cruelly and deftly maneuvers you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head. He gazes down at you and grins, something wild and untamed glimmering in his gilded eyes. “The food’s already cold, little bunny—it can wait a little longer.”

[kenneduck]

not me posting sidlink this morning, but now doodling a mipha and link comic LMAO.

//I'm doodling what I imagine their first meeting would be...//

Mipha is a ditzy nervous kid who got curious about Hylians while Link is like "what the fuck is that fish thing over there"

Then Link makes friend with the weird ass fish girl... goes to her domain and totally befriends all the fish people. There's just a feral Hylian walking around teaching the children how to use a sword. Mipha and Link are besties. I swear Zora's Domain is Link's found family.

Meanwhile Muzu treats Link like the wack ass pet rat they have running around.

I ship AOC Link and Mipha. I just know she's all soft spoken and sweet, but that's after her crush started on him and he went silent with the pressure building. I can definitely imagine the earlier memories between the two was the two laughing and joking about stuff and having a ton of fun as the kids they were. Even with Link getting more pressure as a knight in training. Link took a while to realize his feelings for Mipha. Probably just had a moment where things clicked when Mipha was healing one of his wounds. Link just is like "ohmygod her handisonme I HELP-" (Then there's Mipha who totally realized she had it bad for Link the first time she saw Link with his hair tied back. She was like "wait that's so aesthetically pleasing why is my face burning- OH")

Also the feral Hylian def would crush on the fish lady with spiky shark teeth like she's SO cool. He'd be gushing to his fellow knights in training about this new friend he has and they'd be like "and we thought you eating rocks was weird"

[harmfulb1tch]

Interesting Dreams

Ship: Brad Bakshi x afab!reader

A/N: Inspired by that episode where Poppy has a wet dream about Ian, but make it 10x kinkier. Also, I'm currently going completely feral over this character for some reason There is not enough content for him, so underrated :')

Warnings: SMUT (minors don’t interact, I’m warning you): Degradation, fingering, penetration (p in v, no protection, please use protection), swearing.

summary: You never thought he would appear in your dreams. Brad Bakshi was the head of monetization and he was the definition of an asshole. He was a man who everyone despised in your office, including you. But did you really?

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His hot breath fanned against your exposed, sweat covered neck, just before he placed an open-mouth kiss on your jaw, beneath your cheek. His teeth grazed against the soft skin nipping on it before giving the patch of skin another kiss as if to soothe it. The attack on your neck never once ceased while you squirmed in his lap, arching your spine while he had a soft but firm grasp on your lower back. He trailed the neck kisses all the way to your mouth, where he yet again kissed softly before entering his tongue in it, filling said kiss with hunger and lust. You grabbed at his soft, curly hair when he pulled back from the kiss and observed you with curiosity and intent. You paused at the same time as him, looking at his sharp features lit by the ethereal candle light that surrounded the both of you, revealing both of your naked bodies to each other. 

The man in front of you then laid you on your back, on the soft mattress you both were on just before he started kissing your ankles, all the way to your calves and finishing on the inside of your thighs. He continued the trail of kisses up your stomach before he reached his hand underneath your chin, making you look up at him. He could read you like an open book, your face covered in desperation for his touch. 

He looked at you with his chocolate-brown eyes in a condescending and selfish way you could only shiver at, tilting your head upwards to face him. You didn’t know if this was an intimidation tactic or if he was just trying to be in control of the situation. Either way, you didn’t mind and a desperate whine came out of your lips, making him smirk at the sound.

As a response, he kissed you yet again with the same hunger as before while grazing his fingers on the slit of your cunt. This, yet again, made you shiver with anticipation. He softly teased your clit before teasing your entrance, just before entering it with his fingers. You let out a soft, airy moan that only motivated him further to insert another finger into your hole. He then slowly and teasingly started to pump said fingers in and out, on a “come-hither” motion. 

“Please…” You pleaded.

“Please what, slut?” The insult making you shiver 

“More…I need you inside…”

“You want me to fuck you? Are you truly that desperate that you want me to fuck you hard against this mattress?” He asked, to which you just nodded and whined. “Do you think you deserve it?” He asked again, to which you nodded, not having the strength to answer with words.

He then re-positioned himself till his dick teased your entrance before slowly entering you, making you moan and him smirk, the noise waking up something in him. He started fucking into you hard, just how you wanted it, how you needed it. He was taking what he wanted out of you and you were pleased to give it to him.

When you were about to cum, a sound that could be heard in the distance distracted you. This sound became louder and louder by the second. It was a beeping sound, the sound of your alarm clock. You jolted awake on your bed, as if you just woke up from a nightmare. Although that dream was far from a nightmare, it had been one of the best dreams of your life. That is until it dawned on you. You had a dream of the most hated, cruel and evil person in your office. Brad, from monetization.

After battling that instinct of calling in sick for the day to hide away from the embarrassment, you got up, had breakfast, decided on a rather slutty but suitable-for-work outfit for the day (it was instinctive, it’s not like you wanted to catch Brad’s attention or anything…) and headed into the office. 

When you got there, you immediately sat in your office’s chair and placed your backpack on the sofa in front of your desk, right after you closed the door. A long sigh left your lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose in a disgusted confusion regarding the dream you had just woken up from. It’s not like you hated Brad like everybody else, but you weren’t really fond of him either. You always hated the way that he was unable to do kind things for anybody. 

You had certainly never thought of him in that way before, but if you were honest with yourself, he was very handsome. He had sharp features, a defined jawline, beautiful brown eyes and he was very tall, much taller than you. Your thoughts were then cut off by someone abruptly entering your office without even knocking, in a very nervous way.

“Y/N! We need you to come up with the masked man’s redesign like, TODAY! Montreal is going absolutely nuts because, apparently, the build-up is too big and the fans are in deep need of seeing it’s redesign!” Poppy, your co-worker and friend screamed at your door. You weren’t in the mood to deal with the crazy today, so you just nodded and got to work. 

You were the art and animation team’s leader. You and your team had too much work to deal with the Masked Man’s new design but you couldn’t refuse to do it. You would probably have to work on it all day and save the rest of your work and responsibilities for the night. On top of all, you couldn’t shake Brad off your head, no matter how hard you tried. The man was like a constant menace in the back of your head, not ready to leave anytime soon. 

Like a manifestation, someone knocked on the door to your office once again. You snapped your head towards the door and in an irritated tone, you let the person behind the door come into your office. Of course, it was Brad.

“Good morning! I decided that for once I wanted to do something nice, so here you go” He said, placing the cup on your desk. You immediately blushed seeing him enter your office and the memories of the dream you had that night came back. Him kissing your neck, fingering you, fucking you…

“Wow, thanks Brad. I um- I don’t know what to say… thanks, again?” You cursed at yourself for being so awkward.

“Yeah well, no problem. I’m here with ulterior motives.”

“Of course you are, go on. What do you want from me?” you asked with a bit of sarcasm in your voice. 

“Well, you know how the masked man is being re-designed right? Yeah of course you do. What I need is for someone on your team to create new merch for him. If it’s more of a fan-service type of merch, it would be amazing. Like in a mug or-”

“Absolutely not” You cut him off, taking a sip of coffee loudly. 

“Y/N… I truly tried to be reasonable, bringing you a cup of coffee and all” He said, rubbing his hands as if he was a mad scientist from a kids TV show. This made you roll your eyes. Your action made Brad lean on your desk in an intimidating way. He was practically towering over you while you were sitting in your desk chair. He made you feel small, like you needed to go back into your little shell and, if you were honest with yourself, you kind of liked it. 

“You have no choice but to do as I say. I practically own you and your little art club.” He whispered, his face close to yours. His hot breath fanning against your ear. 

You immediately blushed, very hard. You felt your hands become sweaty and your mouth dry. You gulped being intimidated by his presence but at the same time so fucking horny. You softly nodded, his face so close to yours your faces almost rubbed together at the cheeks.

“O-ok.. y-yeah no worries. I-I’ll tell someone from my t-team to get to it…” You didn’t know what had gotten into you. In normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have agreed to do this, especially since you weren’t scared of him. After the dream you had, it was like you had a shift in your consciousness and was at his complete mercy. It scared you.

Brad then proceeded to leave. Walking backwards with a disgusting grin on his face. There was times you really wanted to punch his smug face, but obviously you also wanted him to kiss you really fucking badly.

As the day went on, you tried to ignore Brad as best as you could. Everytime you interacted with him, the dream you had crept back into your mind and it made you blush madly. Every time this happened, he would look weird at you and brush it off. You were thankful he didn’t piece everything together because, if he did, he would make your life miserable for the rest of the week at least. 

Your break was then interrupted, yet again, by your coworker Poppy regarding the masked man’s redesign. She started talking non-stop at a very fast pace. You weren’t really paying attention to her, your focus going onto the slim man standing in his office talking on the phone. You could see him through the windows of his office. He seemed calm but powerful at the same time. You were practically drooling all over him. When he caught you looking, he smirked and winked at you, making you snap out of your trance, look away and blush yet again. 

“Ok, I’m sorry. What the fuck is going on with you today?! You’re not even paying attention to me, what are you looking at so intently-” She paused, looking in the direction you were looking to and automatically gasped in horror, as if you just had killed someone “You were LOOKING AT BRA-” You cut her off by putting your hand over her mouth, as if you two ere cartoons.

“Shut up! Poppy shut up! Ugh…” You, again, pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance and looked at Poppy, who seemed horrified “Look…I had a sort of dream about Brad and now I feel all confused and shit.”

“Oh… OH, wait what the FUCK?!” She was even more confused than before but patted your back understandably. She was a good friend. A shitty boss, but a good friend.

What you both didn’t know is that someone else could hear your conversation. David was just behind you listening to everything without even noticing he was at first. You only knew he was there when you heard a surprised squeal by the man behind you. You and Poppy slowly turned around and horror once again filled both of your faces. David Bittlesbee was known for many, many things. But one of those things was, ultimately, not being able to keep his mouth shut. 

“David…” You said, as if to warn a dog or a child of not doing something “Please, don’t say anything. I’m begging you” The man in front of you just shook his head and ran away from the situation, taking cover in the office he shared with the man that filled your fantasies. 

“Oh boy… you’re fucked” Said Poppy in a nervous tone.

“Yes. Yes I am.” And with that, you took cover in your office. You closed the door and creepily spied on the man that you were sure was about to ruin your life. 

David entered his shared office with Brad with a nervous look on his face. He looked as if he was about to burst. Brad immediately laughed at him seemingly said something to him. You didn’t know what exactly, because you couldn’t the men talking, but you assumed it was something along the lines of “What the fuck is going on with you?”. 

The two men continued talking, you supposed Brad was trying to get everything out of David and he seemed to get more nervous by the second. You continued looking through the blinds of your office intensely both of them and saw Brad continue to push and tease David to tell him what was going on. David was pacing and you heard a muffle shout come out of his mouth and saw him throw his hands up in the air defeatedly. 

After that, you saw both men look directly to your office. At that moment, you thought your heart might stop. You made eye contact with Brad and immediately shuffled away from the office’s window, closing the blinds. You started nervously pacing around the office, not knowing what to do exactly. You also started biting your nails as you thought about all of the possible outcomes. Would he belittle you? Laugh at you? Perhaps he tells Carol from Human Resources and has you fired?! Why would they fire you for having a wet dream, that’s stupid. He was going to make your life hell-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door. You were absolutely terrified at that exact moment. You thought you might die of embarrassment. The only possible way to escape this situation now was if the earth swallowed you whole, and you really wanted that to happen.

“C-Come in!” you shouted at the person on the other side of the door, knowing perfectly well who it was. “Hey Brad! The money-maaaaaan. What’s up? What do you need?!” You yet again cursed at yourself for being so. Fucking. Awkward. You sounded fucking mental. The slim man in front of you closed the door behind him, and walked towards you slowly.

“A piece of information came to my ears just about…” He looked at the watch in his wrist to check the time “...five minutes ago”

“Oh yeah? And what might that be?” You thought playing the innocent card might save you from this awkward encounter 

“Well… after pushing David, for quite a short amount of time, actually” that smug smirk came back again, raising anxiety and anger in the pit of your stomach “He told me you were keeping a little secret from me” 

“Really? And what might that be?” You said in a high pitched voice.

“Don’t play dumb Y/N. I know you had quite a dream about me” he walked closer to you while you were both standing in the middle of your office. Leaning in he bent down a bit, to match your height and whispered in your ear “I didn’t know you thought about me in that way. You’re quite the naughty one aren’t you?” You gulped nervously and blushed madly for the one-hundredth time that day. He retreated his head from your ear and placed it right in front of your face “I bet you are fucking desperate for me to kiss you right now?”

You weren’t aware of what you were doing, but you were slowly leaning in to kiss him. When you noticed, you were almost closing your eyes and he was very close to your lips. In that moment, he retreated his face and straightened his back to look down on you. He then scoffed and grinned, taking an aura of superiority. 

“Hm.. I don’t think so. Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot. I just think I could have a bit more fun with this, with you.” And with that he chuckled and left your office leaving you a blushing mess. 

He was such a fucking asshole, and you knew it. It’s not like you were new in the office and didn’t know how Brad was. That was just how he was, and everyone accepted it. You accepted the fact that he was a dick long ago, until you had that fucking dream. Or at least that’s what you convinced yourself to think. Deep down you knew he was very hot and you couldn’t take you eyes off him. You needed him, badly. Even if you knew you would get hurt.

[erros429]

i just rewatched volume 1 and thinking about whiterose makes me wanna pull the paint off the walls with my fucking teeth. i feel so feral.

weiss is SO sickeningly in love with ruby. she doesn’t know how to express love properly because of her shitty family, so she does it the way klein does it, through acts of service. she follows ruby into battle (albeit at first begrudgingly), she makes ruby coffee, she swears to become the perfect teammate — and not only does she promise it, she wholly fulfills it.

and ruby is also in love with weiss but she’s also young, and she probably doesn’t know what that’s supposed to feel like. but there’s something about the way that her burdens feel less when weiss is around. she can breathe and set aside the world’s expectations for just a moment when she’s with weiss. that feeling is so special to ruby, and she cherishes it so deeply.

these girls mean so much to me. truly there is no other dynamic quite like theirs. i see plenty of people comparing lots of other ships to them (myself included lol, see: that one post i made comparing them to lumity). and like yeah they’re similar, but not exactly like whiterose. their characters are very uniquely intertwined and balanced. both are so independently amazing characters, but their dynamic elevates that characterization even further.

(i’ve actually been writing this post since yesterday but i did not quite have all the words for it until now. but i feel i should share it now as penance to @powertaco for that one wk meme 😭😭😭)

[alligatorjesie]

Hey that's alright you can block me as much as you like but it wont change anything man. You said some shit things so I'm going to say some shit things to you.

You know what that's fine we can just repost that whole comment so people can see what a shitass you are @blessyouhawkeye

Hey real quick you do realize that reylo is just a really vanilla ass enemies-to-lovers ship if you have a problem with it well good luck man this shit is literally everywhere in media.

Almost like it's a popular trope. Have you never watched a rom com? Woof. I got some news for you brosph.

but you know what since we're on the tangent of 'weird people' in fandoms let's talk about that for a moment.

You wanna know what's weird? There's a lot of finnreys in the reblogs acting positively feral about their ship not being canon

(which idk I watched TRoS that was pretty open ended if your still mad about reylo by the end of that movie that shits on you)

and upset they don't have book deals like the reylos but IDK man maybe the reason finnreys ain't got book deals is because they spend all their time online bitching about how their ship got shafted instead of writing that fucking fanfiction.

You know when the reylos got shafted with the shit show that was EP9 instead of spending the next 3 years complaining they just trucked along in their own fucking sandbox completing their own fucking projects for their own fucking friends.

Fuck Disney we'll make our own reylo with blackjack and hookers and sex scenes.

You mean to tell us you've had more problems with reylos who were just excited to see the story concepts they predicted from The Force Awakens coming true in The Last Jedi and making positive content to reflect that joy compared to the actual nazis on YouTube who flood the platforms with 3 hour long hate videos over how Bree Larson is somehow personally responsible for their dicks falling off?

You remember that one time ethan van sciver said he wanted to kill Chinese people? He's a really popular star wars/comic book YouTuber and he's way more problematic than anyone I've ever met in the reylo fandom.

And guess what he also hates reylo what a shock!

You wanna talk about some unhinged weird behavior allow me to direct you at a rabid finnrey who has told me graphically to kill myself at least 5 times now for the sin of enjoying the wrong part of star wars according to them.

That shits fucking unhinged

Here's some of those death threats these are 100% real by the way:

Obviously Death Threat Warning some of these are quite gnarly.

This user still has an active account.

I've reported them several times but I sometimes feel like the only thing that will get you banned on this hellsite is being trans I swear to fucking god.

This user has spent over 7 years shit posting hate directly into the reylo fandom's tag instead of doing literally anything else to make their own fandom more enjoyable for themselves.

That's weird shit.

What has been hellish is being in this fandom for over 9 years and dealing with the amount of uncalled for vitriol at this very fucking plain flavor baby's first enemies-to-lovers ship.

I only started keeping track of the death threats back in September 2022

It's not even been a full 2 years and I'm nearing 1000.

This is the header for my Tumblr. This is a real number by the way I have every death threat I've gotten since starting this documented on my computer.

It's actually 955 because thepettycunt here just sent me a new death threat so now I gotta update the banner.

fun!

One day I'll make a master post.

Today is not that day.

But let's be very honest here the real number of death threats I've personally gotten are well into multiple thousands across multiple platforms over 9 years.

Just for enjoying reylo.

And I'm a furry and have been since the 90s. I'm use to being told to kill myself from strangers on the internet so color me confused when I join this really basic bitch of a fandom ship only to find the hate towards it somehow fucking worse.

That's some fucking weird unhinged shit.

I know you made this shit post just to be a shit poster so don't take this too personally I'm sure at this point you already think I'm unhinged and rightfully so

maybe I am

but after the 100th death threat I just stopped giving a fuck so you'll just have to forgive me but it's real buck ass wild to be called 'weird' when I've never sent death threats to people over fictional ships and none of my reylo friends have done that shit either but I am almost 99% sure if you look though the history of any single person who reblogged this post bitching about reylo you'll find they have a history of doing that shit.

You can pick any one. Odds are they have anti reylo posts going years back and at worst some of them have straight up told people in this fandom to kill themselves.

I can look through YOUR history OP and see You're a huge pile of shit towards reylos!

Go on pick one out at random and have a go. It's a fun horrible way to spend a afternoon.

And before anyone brings it up because people who hate reylo always do;

'what about that one time reylos harassed John Boye-'

a group of women telling John Boyega the things he's saying are sexist towards his female coworker who had already been harassed off social media a few years prior and asking him to do better isn't the harassment you think it is.

You can find that 'reaction' video John made to the reylos on google and watch it yourself. No one is being racist but they are all asking him to stop making sex jokes on his female coworkers behalf and expressing disappointment in him. In fact he even had to reused quite a few of the quotes because I think about halfway through making the video he realized he just didn't have that much material and the things people were saying were pretty fucking mild.

And I'm not sorry. Asking a adult man to hold himself accountable for the shit he says is not on the same level as the far fucking worse shit the over arching star wars fandom has done well before reylo was even a twinkle in anyone's eye

Lastly one more thing and I'm done I swear and I'm going to apologize in advance because I'm gonna sound really spicy and I guess I kinda am but not in a mean way more in a really fucking confused way

but what the fuck do you mean jenny nicholsons reylo videos are unhinged?

They're the fucking same as the rest of her videos.

Is there something less unhinged about a nearly 4 hour long video about a failed fantasy RPG theme park over a 1 hour long video about how star wars episode 9 was absolute dogshit?

Jenny makes cringe videos about cringe shit. That's her brand.

She's voiced her enjoyment of reylo very early on... I think back in The Force Awakens days? So why are you surprised she would talk about the subject at length in detail? She bought a stuffed porg larger than herself and documented collecting it on video for her channel.

Yeah man she probably likes reylo.

Most people who like TLJ do.

What... what the fuck do you mean her reylo videos specific are unhinged?

I'm sorry but if known racist and sexist YouTuber doomcock can spend 6 hours complaining about TLJ because Rey don't make his dick hard like Luke Skywalker does and he's going to make his refusal to reflect on that issue our fucking problem I don't think Jenny is unhinged for complaining about the inarguably bad movie that was the rise of skywalker for less time than the movie's total runtime.

I'm not even mad I'm just really confused by your statement.

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

(Apparently I am crashing; this ask becomes very ranty/venty)

NPD culture is thinking a post you made is amazing and super cool and that it’ll blow up and get so much interaction— only for it to get like, next to no interaction. And you fucking crash because WTF I put so much effort into that?!? And the posts that do get more attention are ones you put less effort into and/or assumed wouldn’t be as popular. Like wtf!!! This is a personal insult!! I put in effort, no one likes it. I put in no effort, no one likes it either! What is the magical fucking recipe for people to interact with me?! I use the tags, I interact with other creators— yet NOTHING!!! I put ten times as much effort in as those other creators do, and yet they get so much more interaction than I do!!! Is the algorithm rigged? Is it because they have more followers and I’m getting overshadowed? Am I not using the right tags? Is it because they’re popular for the wrong reasons but I’m too good to stoop to their level and should obviously be the more popular one? I swear it happens every single fucking time, and it’s starting to really piss me off! I want to go rabid and maul those people I swear.

And while I’m still here— what’s with my followers never interacting?!?!?! The people who follow me NEVER like my posts. And that’s not an exaggeration! It’s been MONTHS people!!! You’re following me for a reason, right???! And then the people who DON’T follow me are consistently liking my posts a lot more. Like if you like what I make so much why not follow me?!?! Why are you stalking my blog (I’m flattered though). Just follow me and like all of my posts if I’m that interesting lol! Like it’s to the point where one of them liked a post that only has personal/organization tags on it. The chance of them naturally finding that post is RARE. I mean it could’ve just magically appeared on their For You Page— ORRRR they’re stalking my blog and/or follow my personal tags. Cute, but why not follow me!! I put so much effort into my work only for it to go unnoticed. People should admire what I make, yet they don’t!! I don’t feel like fetishing the gay ship I make art of just to be popular like the rest of them :)))) because I’m better than them!! I’m not here for your fucking pleasure nor something for you to get off to. I am above that and make authentic content, and they can’t seem to appreciate that. I keep telling myself the people who like my content will interact someday but it’s been MONTHSSSSS :)))))). Where are these people atttttttt huh? If they can’t appreciate my work, then they don’t deserve to interact with me ^^! I should’ve been popular-ish by now! No one else makes nearly as much content about the ship as I do— so where are these fans at?? I feel like I’m going feral at this point. I know they see my posts, yet they refuse to like them. Ungrateful fucking bastards. Look at all that I do for you, and yet you are ungrateful!! Why do I even bother to give you things? Worthless pieces of shit. They should like me, ME, not those other people! Quit interacting with those asshats! They’re nowhere near as good as I am. Why do you like them so much?? What do they have that I don’t?! Is it because you can relate to being a stupid fuckup like them? Is that it? Because I don’t see why else you’d like them so much. I have everything you could ever want, and yet you ignore my very existence. You will regret overlooking me.

-🐍👑

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[fuckmeyer]

HEY i'm having unhinged carlisle/edward thoughts again and i had to come into your inbox to share them because YOU DID THIS TO ME--

but truly. like. the bond between creator and created. (this may or may not have been inspired by a conversation with su-angelvicioso about yknow. a different ship) the creator recognizes themself in the created, the created knows the creator because they were shaped so fundamentally by them...so any time they're looking at the other person they're seeing themself, but also any time they see themself they're seeing the other...there's no way to define yourself except in the differences and similarities you have to this person who you know more intimately than anyone else in the world, except really your view of them will ALWAYS be distorted by your view of yourself...like!!!!

edward thinks carlisle is perfect because he thinks of himself as a monster. carlisle thinks edward is the best of all of them, the reason to believe vampires have souls, because it's the only way for him NOT to believe he himself is a monster!!! edward hates and fears carlisle for being a standard he can never measure up to, but he loves him because he is that standard, and he keeps forgiving him...but maybe actually the forgiveness just makes him hate carlisle MORE because edward doesn't WANT to be forgiven!!! carlisle thinks of edward as his own redemption, but that means he'll never actually fully see edward and he can't actually forgive him in a meaningful way!!! they're obsessed with each other, but neither one of them can actually express that to the other!!!!!!! holy FUCK they're a MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(sorry this is not even a question, my brain is just scrambled eggs about them now apparently)

THIS IS IT I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE SPACE TO TALK ABOUT CARLWARD I SWEAR I AM GOING A LITTLE FERAL OVER THIS SHIP? FORGIVE ME THIS ASK SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE POIGNANT BUT IM JUST GONNA SAY STUFF OK

THE BOND BETWEEN CREATOR AND CREATED!!!! YES!!!!!!!

the creator recognizes themself in the created, the created knows the creator because they were shaped so fundamentally by them. [...] your view of them will ALWAYS be distorted by your view of yourself

and isn't it just so beautiful when we put Carlisle & Edward's canon relationship in this context! i wrote this in another post but:

Carlisle believes Heaven exists because of Edward.

Heaven is not a place for the damned creatures like vampires, but a place for humanity.

which means!!!! Carlisle has chosen to see his own humanity in his son. for all it entails. its light, its shadows, all the shades of gray in between. and, yes!, the scary thing is, this is the only way Carlisle can believe he himself is not a monster - to see his progeny thrive within Carlisle's philosophy.

but the beautiful thing is he accepts Edward. he loves Edward. always. no matter what. & this is what allows him to participate in society, to take the Hippocratic Oath, to live a life of vegetarianism: Carlisle loves humanity in all its forms, BECAUSE OF AND IN SPITE OF EDWARD.

and Edward!!! Edward is the physical manifestation of Carlisle's beliefs. for better or worse. on the surface, Edward is a vegetarian vampire, med school grad, etc., and who wants to believe in the value of human life. (he doesn't always live up to this in day-to-day interactions obvi.)

on a deeper level, he has grappled with questions re: humanity, especially his place within his preconceived idea of Humanity. he considers himself damned, just as Carlisle does. (perhaps, even, the darkest part of Carlisle doubts the existence of his own soul.) he spends the entire series rebelling against the idea of his soul & his worthiness of love while battling his own monstrous nature.

but unlike Carlisle, Edward has actually gone out and tested these ideas. can i still have a soul if i'm a vampire? can i still be human if i kill bad people? can i still be human if i take away life? can i still be human if i do x, think y, say z?

because Carlisle doesn't necessarily have the space to do what Edward did. not just because of his busy schedule as a doctor, but his coping mechanisms, his compartmentalization required to live this vegetarian life, his religion (/religious trauma?), & his position as a coven leader do not afford him the luxury of testing these ideas himself.

at the end of the day, Carlisle can never do what Edward did. if Carlisle is going to 'save' other vampires, he needs to be (at least outwardly) secure in the notion that he has saved himself. even if he isn't.

Edward can go further, dig deeper, and that allows Carlisle to go further, too.

and in that context, god, how beautiful is it that Carlisle just has this unwavering, unconditional acceptance of Edward? that through the darkness and mistakes, there is something worth loving? that through this acceptance, Edward finds his soul in the end?

like, the breakdown of the relationship is:

to Edward, Carlisle is a god.

to Carlisle, Edward is a man, i.e., a disciple of his teachings.

& in that context, how beautiful is it that, baseline, Carlisle & Edward share this deep, spiritual love for each other that will never be broken? FUCK that hits

[eldrigeonsss]

Favorite fnc au, go

I was told not to overthink this, and then proceeded to overthink it completely-

I went on a fucking heroes journey trying to answer this ask, and though I know in my heart that anon just wanted a tiny glimpse into my brain, my ass was thinking far too much for a cohesive thought.

So here’s a couple that have been on the mind, fnc-centric

- Wild West AU

Yes, I’m also working on a Wild West AU for Ethersea, no you can never have too many cowboy aus. I’ve not done anything about this, I’m just thinking very hard about it, bc outlaws are literally land pirates. Anyways imagine you’re a bounty hunter Chip, going to bust some outlaws smuggling some stuff, and find a captive fish-man who seems way too feral for his own good. Imagine you end up recruiting this fish-man to help you hunt but immediately find out that whatever this guy is involved in, it goes WAY deeper than just getting unlucky and getting taken captive by some lowlife thugs. Shenanigans.

- Spaceship AU

(If you’ve ever listened to Swan Song by The Mechanisms, you get it) Chip finds this battered, strangely-shaped ship while stranded on a planet, and ends up stealing it, later discovering that the ship is powered by the mind of a long-dead champion named Gillion. Time for some space adventures! No tragedy here ahah :3 how much can it possibly hurt to fall in love with someone that you know you’ll never truly get to touch?

- Old Tattoo (the coffee shop au that lost its way)

This one’s literally just a self-indulgent (fully projecting) modern au where the albatrio are all adults trying to live a normal fucking life, while the universe is trying super hard to put them back together. (Soulmates frrrr) They eventually become roomates, and are also pulled into various schemes cooked up by Old Man Earl, as normalcy slowly begins to lose its meaning. They’re all trans, they’re all mentally ill, and they’re all vaguely aware of the fact that they knew each other in a past life. This one’s fnc-centric I think, unless PolyPirates demands it becomes known, and in that case I cannot stop it. I don’t control my writing my writing controls me.

Stone Age AU

This one requires knowledge of the Just Rolled What If: Stone Age session for it to truly make sense, but if you don’t have access to it, just imagine; what if there was timeline shenanigans a la spiderverse? Essentially, the crew of the Stone Age timeline fucked up in their world, and jeopardized multiple other universes. Chip and Jay from this world are completely immoral, and Gillion is trying his best to fix what they have done, while swearing an oath to kill his Chip and Jay. Stone!Chip and regular timeline Chip swap places, and while Stone!Chip learns of what could have been had things been different, the family he missed out on, regular Chip meets a broken and battered Gillion, devoid of that spark he’d grown familiar to. This au is mostly angst. I wanna talk more about it but I’d want that to be it’s own post (or fic)

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HELLO @krankittoeleven! THANKS FOR THE TAG, WE ARE DEFINITELY HOMIES NOW :D i enjoyed your answers a lot; it's nice to meet you! ♥

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

as of today, i have 50 fics on the archive!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

426,518. jeez.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

predominantly avatar: the last airbender, though i have certainly dabbled in others over the years. right now i'm slowly working my way into the jujutsu kaisen fandom ♥♥

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Lemon, Two Sugars (zutara, rated M): 905 kudos.

Give It Up (zutara, rated E): 824 kudos.

Half Joy (vinceno, rated E): 457 kudos.

Lyk Dis (zutara, rated E): 425 kudos.

Put It Down (zutara, rated E): 414 kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I DO I'M JUST ABYSMAL WITH TIMELY REPLIES. I'M SORRY I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND I READ EVERY SINGLE ONE I SWEAR <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

like the homie krankittoeleven, i pretty much only use angst as a plot device - there are only happy/hopeful endings in this household lmao - but if i consider context, the fic with the angstiest ending is probably Honorfall (zutara, rated E). maybe Of All the Things My Hands Have Held (zutaraang, rated M)..?

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

lots of my fics have happy endings ;))))) as for the happiest... ahh, probably If It Means a Lot to You (zukaang, rated M) and Flowers Never Pick Themselves (zutaraang, rated M).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

er, yes and no? i feel like hate is a strong word. it's more so that there are some readers who have simply ~disliked~ certain premises of mine, which, y'know, is what it is! click away or write your own shit! ♥

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

the good kind, baby, and absolutely nothing less. if it doesn't make me wet, i don't post it!

10. Do you write crossovers?

i used to! especially with and amongst irl friends. if there was a fandom i/we were into, there was a harry potter crossover in our shared docs to go with it LOL.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

an entire fic? no, not to my knowledge anyway. but i've definitely had some scenes and dialogue grabbed and scattered across the web over the years.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no ;-; i've never even had art made for/inspired by my fics ;-;;;; one day though. one day i am going to write something [clenches fist] so fucking good...

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

several times! said fics will not be seeing the light of today, but yes! i love a good co-write!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

once again, like the new homie i will not be picking just one and you will simply have to deal with it LOL. i am extremely down bad for tony stark/bucky barnes, tony stark/t'challa, tony stark/stephen strange.. okay i'm tony-centric, fuckin sue me. anyways. i still really love sesshomaru/kagome, zuko/katara, harry potter/hermione granger, trevor/alucard/sypha, and now gojo/nanami. when i tell you i am fERAL ABOUT NANAGO—

15. What’s a fic you’d like to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Take Care (zutara, rated M), and several other zutara fics that i have put into a graveyard so that even though they're unlikely to be completed, they can still be appreciated!

16. What are your writing strengths?

mmm. this is a bit hard for me to answer because i feel like i could use improvement everywhere, always. i could probably use some more work in my dialogue though (just having more of it, i think). with conflict resolution as well - circling back to angst, i usually gloss over it because i want [my] characters to have nothing but good times and good endings. i need to be less wary of putting them through some shit, which i am working on!

anywayyy. my biggest strength is my prose!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

up for debate, but personally my weakness is outlines. i try to use them but my brain does not like having "rules" when it comes to creating a story, even if i am the one to write them ;;

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

i'm a native (american) english speaker, so this question feels.. odd? bc ~american~? but as a native english speaker, i absolutely don't mind at all. i love languages and i love letting them into my brain! i myself use words from different languages, especially in what i'm writing is based in another country/place of origin.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

inuyasha! no you cannot see it, it's lost in the ether!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Real War is Far Easier (zutaraang, rated M) and Performance Issues (zutara, rated E), which was a gift to the wonderful @zutarawasrobbed! there's a whole universe there that nobody but the two of us know about and i can't wait for the day that everyone can laugh about it as much as we do LOL

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tagging: @nire-the-mithridatist @gemgirl28 @andthedicestopped and @fidget-scribbles ♥

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

Six of Crows Thoughts

So I finally read Six of Crows and it was a ride. It was probably the first actual physical fictional book I've read in a decade.

I watched the Shadow and Bone show first and knew plot beats and general spoilers/important quotes from the books. And I'm not gonna lie, knowing what was going to happen, but not how it happened made reading the book so much more fun.

Thoughts below.

First of all, holy shit, the crows are so mean to Wylan in the beginning! Even Nina and Inej. That poor boy!

Like, knowing Wylan can't read and that his father tried to have him murdered for it made the rest of the crows' speculation about him running away so petty and unnecessarily mean. But it's not their fault because they don't know. Really glad the book shared the details of what's written in Van Eck's letters to Wylan. The message is so cruel, Wylan's better off know knowing what's in it them. If I hadn't been aware of the spoiler, I wouldn't have even registered all of the little hints Bardugo left. Like the unread letters. Wylan not labeling the map he made and pushing the pen toward Mattias to let him write the ice court names in Fjerdian when Kaz demands to know why it's not labeled. And asking what the book says when they pass it to him before he realizes it's a spyglass. As someone with the mathematical equivalent of dyslexia (math version called dyscalculia), Wylan and his learning disability representation is so important to me.

It was so exciting to hit the big plot beats. There's Inej getting stabbed and Kaz going feral to rip a man's eye out! *fangirls* Waiting for the goddamn tank to appear. Inej's shoes melting as she climbs the incinerator shaft. Nina taking parem.

Every. Wesper. Moment. God, I squealed so hard at the "Just girls?" "No, not just girls," line and had to read the scene out loud to my husband. (Thank you for indulging me, Love.) Their slow burn build up was so satisfying. I get to enjoy their speedrun show version and slowburn book version -- it's the best of both worlds! The shocking part was that the not-just-girls conversation took place while Wylan's hands were bloody from trying to hack away at the chain link. Like, Wylan may be new to crime, but like he goes all in and gives 100% the entire time. Ouch.

Despite knowing so much of the story before reading it, all of the things I didn't know were equally entertaining. Like, I knew Wylan sings a Fjerdian drinking song, but learning the context when and why was so satisfying. (Fuck netflix for not letting Jack Wolfe show off his voice in this scene. Fuck netflix in general.) I also have a new appreciation for Nina and Mattias and their very complicated ... everything. I probably knew the least about them coming into the book and walked away really liking both of them as characters far more than I expected.

Breaking someone out of jail: barely an inconvenience.

Boarding a ship: The most dangerous task of the entire book. lol.

The most unexpected moment in the books was the Crows stumbling across the burning bodies on the pyres. This is a YA novel. I had to remind myself that this gruesome scene straight out of a horror story Is. In. A. YA. Novel. Then Bardugo says, you think that's bad, and makes the entire scene so much darker! Goddamn. One of the bodies is still barely alive, suffering, and Jesper puts it out of it's misery like it's a horse with a broken leg. All Kaz can do is snap at Jesper for giving away their location with a gunshot. Jesus christ.

Speaking of ... Kaz is waaaaaaaaaay more violent in the books. Holy shit. The show neutered him. Little Kaz swearing at Jakob Hertzoon. Him climbing out of the harbor at 9 years old and robbing a kid in front of a candy store, taking the boys pants just to humiliate him. Cutting another kid's feet up just so that he can steal the boy's job. Brutal. Every time I came across those scenes, I summarized them for my husband (who is a saint for watching the Crows scenes of the show with me and listening to me talk about this series non-stop) because my hubby thought Kaz came off as the most useless member of of Crows because for someone said to be so violent, Kaz Brekker never actually did very many violent things. Hubby pointed out the Inej, Jesper, and even Wylan have a higher body count in the show than Kaz.) SO I felt obligated to prove just how insane and deranged Kaz was in the book.

Nina is a queen for taking parem and saving all of them. What a sacrifice.

I'm so proud of Inej for stealing Heleen's diamonds. Take back your autonomy!

I also really appreciated the irony of the entire Ice Court being Grisha made. Like, my druskelle dudes, you hate Grisha but you depend so heavily on them. You can't have it both ways.

Jesper's horror of the kefta lined tophy wall and his internal struggle after killing the tidemaker gave him so much more depth. He denies his powers pretty hard, but he acknowledges that it could have been him captured, strung out on drugs, or murdered. Part of him died after killing the tidemaker that was actively attacking him and Wylan ... it's so heavy. He knows that he should have volunteered to take the parem with Nina or in her place, but was too scared to do it. I love Jesper so much.

I knew there was going to be a body switch, but didn't realize it happened in Six of Crows. I thought it would just be in Crooked Kingdom. Van Eck's betrayal was ... woof. Sad that Kaz and Wylan's conversation about being a useless hostage/Wylan's disability/and the body swap plan was summarized in Kaz's narration and not shown. I have a mighty need to read that entire scene, dialog and all! Give. It. To. Me!

Kaz probably threatened the shit out of Wylan to not tell Jesper about the body swap onboard the ship. (That's book Kaz's usual style of persuasion.) But Wylan as Kuwei standing near Jesper on deck each evening is the most romantic, sweet gesture I've read in years. God, the pining. And it's just treated as a throw-away line! Excuse me, I'mma need some fanfic about this. Meanwhile, Jesper's like, why is this new weirdo following me? lol.

Jesper thought Wylan (and others) were on the ship as it blew up. And Kaz wanted him to think that. Goddamn. The book just straight up says that Kaz let Jesper think Wylan had died to punish him. Again, Kaz is insane. This cannot be understated. He really earned that title of Dirtyhands.

Random, but I also really enjoyed all of the names, whether characters or locations. The naming was a point and easy to pronounce, (aside from Kuwei, which I double checked the pronunciation but that's probably just me being overly cautious.) Fantasy names can be kinda tricky, either sounding too modern or using obscure letters to be an incomprehensible mess of x, q, and z. So well done with minor phonetic changes and lots of double letters.

I'm so excited to read Crooked Kingdom now.

[indecisive-dizzy]

Any ideas for Howdy and Eddie? They are my special little pookies and I love them

I’ve been obsessing over Howdy x Eddie, that ship is just so fun to me and I love them (Frank can be part of the ship too, Frank/Eddie/Howdy is lovely too :3)

hhhh I'm so sorry but I'm brainrotting over my disabled Eddie au sobbbs but I will Try dang it

But first! DISABLED EDDIE IS SO 😭😭😭✨✨

I'm going to bite Eddie Dear. I'm feral and Unwell.

To me it just makes soo much sense??? I have shit coordination/balance and my life is hell and I want to project so hard. It's representation and it gives me Delicious angst and hurt/comfort opportunities.

phew ok ok ok,, hcs,, howdy,, eddie,,, ok,, i got this

They both will, would, and have eaten an entire head of lettuce. Howdy makes sense, bc he eats lots of greens already. But Eddie? bbg is so sleep deprived it's the only thing he can think of to eat.

They're rivalry is a Bit. They are the only ones aware of this. Everyone else thinks Howdy genuinely has problem with Eddie in regards to business but it's all jest! A joke, a charade, a whole ass Bit! They find hilarious!

Eddie swears more than you think. He just keeps it professional when working. Howdy wishes he could record some of Eddie's more,,, creative cursing.

By contrast Howdy doesn't swear that much, he's so used to being surrounded by little siblings + other family that he just,, doesn't think about it? ofc he'll swear occasionally out of shock, exasperation, or anger. he can say fuck, he just doesn't think to! he doesn't have an issue with swearing, either.

Shipping stuff,, ok!

The Bromance turned Romance Pipeline is Real. It would take a while for the others to notice they even started dating lol bc they keep it 'professional' during work hours.

Physical affection is both their love language. Oh My Golly. They are never Not in contact with each other. Cuddles are top tier holy shittt

Eddie also writes love letters bc he's a sappy goof and words of affirmation is his other love language.

Howdy has never received a love letter before and Swooned when he read the first one. He keeps them all in a special box by his nightstand <3

Bringing Frank into the mix? Hoo boy they are not ready. They are. But also not. If it's not Eddie holding his hand it's Howdy's on his back. If it's not Eddie holding him by the waist it's Howdy literally picking him up for a kiss. Frank is overwhelmed with affection all the time /pos

A sprinkle of angst, Frank may get sad from time to time bc they feel almost,, out of place in the relationship. Eddie and Howdy are incredibly close and have known each other longer than they've both known Frank. This causes some self doubt.

However Eddie and Howdy are Quick to shoo the thoughts away! The reassure Frank and smother them in affection! All praise and loving words. How much they love him, how happy he makes them, just everything about Frank Frankly they adore.

Over time this doubt fades away, Frank becomes confident in themselves, their love, and their Loves!

Literally the best wedding ever. Eddie and Frank combined forces to keep Howdy from turning it into one Big Advertisement lmao. It was great!

[aadmelioraa]

PLEASE tell me the context of the line, "If this fails and there is no escape for you, please tell me you'll find a man you trust to kill you softly." that is THE most intense line of dialogue i've ever ready holy shit i need to watch this show??

AHHHHHHHHH Beth it is literally SO intense, like…ok, so…Uhtred, the main character and guy who says that line, is at this point in a relationship with Aethelflaed, the woman in the gifset. I very decidedly do not ship them together, I resent how often her character is sidelined to prop him up, among other things…the historical Aethelflaed is an incredibly impressive figure, but a lot of her achievements are given to the fictional Uhtred in the show…I will stop there, just…I really really do not ship them for a variety of reasons and that is a big one lol.

I do, however, ship Aethelflaed with the bowlcut dude, aka Aldhelm, our favorite morally flexible Mercian who at this point is ride-or-die for Aethelflaed. Their storyline makes me feral, which you know at this point given my unhinged posts. But like…Aldhelm is canonically in love with her and has been for a while (he confesses it during the s3 finale while bleeding out in Aethelflaed's room, having been stabbed by her abusive and nefarious husband for siding with Aethelflaed's leadership tactics over his, after he'd spent many years being loyal to the husband, scheming on his behalf, etc).

It's a GREAT scene, his s3 arc is just him slowly shifting to her side entirely and it is so FUN, the actor (James Northcote) is excellent and provides so much depth to what, in s2, had been a fairly straightforward characterization (though still very fun, I loved him in s2 also). Anyway, Aethelflaed never reciprocates Aldhelm's affections (which I personally think is a great writing choice) BUT they are like…functionally a team, very much operating as partners, he is supportive of her and she can rely on him fully in her function as a leader but also in a personal capacity. 

So the thing with that find a man to kill you softly moment: they're about to fight in a huge battle with the odds stacked against them and there is a risk that Aethelflaed, as Lady of Mercia, might be taken as a political prisoner and be tortured, used as collateral, etc. Uhtred, her love interest, tells her to be sure she won't be taken alive, and then Aethelflaed reveals SHE ALREADY PICKED SOMEONE TO KILL HER SOFTLY and that THAT MAN IS ALDHELM because OF COURSE IT IS!! BUT THE ACTUAL THING IS when it comes down to it…ALDHELM CAN'T KILL HER. HE HAS A KNIFE TO HER THROAT AND THEY'RE SURROUNDED AND SHE'S LOST HER SWORD AND HE'S WAITING TIL THE LAST SECOND but HE CAN'T KILL HER!! LOOK AT HIS FUCKING FACE WHEN HE REALIZES IT!!

They're only saved by the last minute archery intervention from her brother, their ally, who shows up with his army in the nick of time. This is a mere season and a half (though this does include significant time jumps, tbf) after Aldhelm suggested to Aethelflaed's husband that he HAVE HER ASSASSINATED. And a season after ALDHELM WAS SENT TO BE THE ONE TO ASSASSINATE HER! He has a knife to her throat there too, though he doesn't intend to actually kill her, he's just a lowkey dramatic bitch. There is so much fucking knife kink in their storyline, I swear to GOD. 

Also, back to the original question (sorry)…the writers made the choice to have Aethelflaed be in a battle couple with Aldhelm during this ep, not Uhtred (her canonical love interest), and it FUCKS. The whole sequence is just FLAWLESS. I have my issues with that season (season 4 out of 5 total) as it relates to her storyline, but the ship moments are so good. I can't recommend watching the show on the basis that it's good but I can recommend watching it on the basis that those two have burrowed into my brain and live there permanently. I have never written so much fic for a ship as I have for those two, they make me insane, I love them. The show is very much not about either of them (they both appear in s2, also), but they have a really satisfying joint arc for the most part. It's the perfect recipe for shipfic, for me: I am dissatisfied with enough that I have plenty of canon-based ideas, and that pairing has an extremely compelling relationship that's never consummated. Plus it hits all of my kinks: loyal advisor/queen, enemies to lovers, pining, angst, repression, and there is sooo much fic potential for secret relationships, and of course my beloved sexy paperwork feat competency kink as they tackle administrative duties together.

Thank you for letting me yell at you about them, I hope this answers your question hahaha.