#this shit is so hard and i am trying so fucking hard

[kisssukuna33]

Can i request a sukunaxreader fic about the reader flinching during an argument with sukuna. Let’s make it a lil angsty but super comforting and reassuring.

"I told you it was not like that!" You said as you stormed into the house nearly slamming the door to Sukuna who was just behind you.

Sukuna let out a huff as he closed the door and followed behind you. "Oh yeah? Tell me what the fuck it was then?" he growled as he searched an answer through your face.

"He was being friendly Sukuna! Friendly!" You said clearly feeling upset about how Sukuna just made a scene at the the restaurant by threatening a random guy.

"Friendly yeah?" He said as he let out a chuckle to hide his darken expression, "Being Friendly while eye fucking you from the top to bottom? You call that being buddy- buddy princess?"

"He apologized for asking my number after you told him to knock it off, He probably didn't know Sukuna" you said taking off your shoes as you ignore Sukuna who's still lingering behind you.

"Bullshit! Who the fuck approaches a girl to hit on her when there's a man sitting right next to her?"

"Sukuna he's a highschool friend! We used to joke around all the time. Don't take it to heart-"

"So I'm supposed to tuck my tail in and watch some fucker flirt with my girl?" Sukuna said grabbing by your shoulders turning you around. You can see it in his eyes, Oh he's pissed

"That's not what I said! You could have handle it way better than threatening to beat him up in front of a whole restaurant!! You said trying to break free from his grip and eventually Sukuna let you go.

"Oh yeah guess I'm the bad guy for wanting to fucking protect my girlfriend, yeah?" A bitter scoff escaped from Sukuna as he said that. "Are you embarrassed of me? Cuz I'm not the perfect guy from your fairytales?"

"You're not listening to me!!"

"AND YOU ARE BEING FUCKING ANNOYING!!"

His sudden change of the tone sent a shock wave through your body, unintentionally making you flinch as you took a step back from him.

It took only few seconds for Sukuna to realize what he did, seeing your watery eyes was more than enough for Sukuna to snap out of that damn mood in an instant.

"shit. I'm so sorry princess-"

"Go away!" You said wiping your tears trying to hide your face from Sukuna's gaze.

Suddenly you feel a big pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist. The moment you try to tell him off you feel Sukuna's face nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

"I would never hurt you doll, you know that right? You're my fucking life" The regret in his voice already making your anger soothe away, little by little.

" it still surprised me" you said finally controlling your sobs.

"Fuck I know, I'm so sorry princess" he said as pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, too soft like it will break you if he kissed you too hard.

Next thing you know is Sukuna picking you up with one of his arms as he sat you down on the bed. Taking your clothes off as he changed you into comfortable clothes while also changing into something casual himself.

He picked you up again as he carried you into to the middle of the bed to settle you down, so slow. Like if he wasn't careful enough you will break like a rain drop.

Next thing you feel is his arms wrapping up around you as he pull you closer into his embrace, you hesitated at first but eventually melted into the cuddles.

"Asshole" you murmured into his chest.

"I know, I'm the worst" he said rubbing your back softly.

"Idiot! Fool! Stupid! Moron!"

"mhm yes I am" he cooed as he continued to leave warm kisses all over your face.

"Are you done princess? Finally let that anger out? If u didn't you can punch me-"

"no it's fine now" you said cutting off his sentence as you finally hugged him back, making Sukuna let out a big sigh in relief.

"If I ever do that again you have the right to slap the shit out of me"

You giggled into his chest. Teasingly hitting his chest. "No make sure there won't be a second time dummy"

"Promise princess" he said kissing your temple and then finally leaning down to capture your lips.

That day Sukuna became a man of his words.

[itsseohannbin]

hard bangchan thoughts || dark romance

disclaimer: every single time I come across this photo of bangchan, I am absolutely wrecked with the most vile, dirty, inhumane thoughts, so please enjoy this as it's been on my mind for LITERAL WEEKS now and I can't stop.

Warnings: hard thoughts. swearing. established relationship. smut. unprotected sex. voyeurism & exhibitionism. mentions the titles and contexts of several intense dark romance books that are not suitable for younger audiences. (i.e gun/knife play, somno, stalking, kidnapping, bondage. etc etc) (if you choose to research these books, please do so at your risk as they include some pretty heavy and intense topics.) roleplaying (??). I think that's it. let me know if I missed any!

Enjoy! [lower case intended. not proof read]

everytime i see this photo of chan i'm brought back to the same scenario in my head that i've been having for months? years?

like, you and chan decide to go on a little bookstore date where you purchase some starbucks and walk around a popular bookstore chain, both of you browsing and exploring and just enjoying the relaxing atmosphere. at some point, the two of you get separated, chan going off to look through the graphic novel section while you bee-line right to the romance section. or more so, the dark romance section.

you've always been a lover of dark romance novels. you've read your fair share of nasty, vile, intense books, like haunting adeline, the ritual & the sacrifice, and so much more. you use the trigger warnings at the beginning of each book as a checklist that covers all your favorite topics to read about, no matter how crazy or intense they are.

so, hours later, when chan has finally decided on the books he wants to purchase and take home, he comes looking for you. as per usual, he finds you curled up in a chair on the second floor of the building, in the corner near the dark romance section. he greets you with a kiss on the head, but you barely register his actions, too engrossed in the newest instalment from your favorite dark romance author. chan just chuckles, shaking his head as he sits down across from you, sipping on the remains of his drink while he watches you with dark eyes. and he watches you so intensely its amazing how you don't look up to meet his fiery gaze.

he never understood your obsession with the genre. it was too intense for him, too out of bounds for his liking. he's read over your shoulder one too many times to understand what kind of shit you're into, and although he loves you dearly, he could never bring himself to subject his brain to that type of rot. but there's something about the way you're reading so intently now, the nail of your thumb between your front teeth, eyes scrunched forward in concentration. something about the way your legs subtly shift together, as if you're trying to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position, but chan knows better. you only fidget like this when you're really nervous or really turned on, and based on the way you're hiding a cheeky, embarrassed smile behind the cuff of your sleeve, he can only assume its the latter. and that's where his obsession then starts.

he's not obsessed with reading the books, but obsessed with finding out which part in these books is giving you such a physical reaction. he's determined to find out just what is making you squirmy and horny every time you have a relaxing reading night together. so chan does his research. he takes note of all the books he's seen give you that reaction and he researches them. he downloads previews of the chapters, blushing with embarrassment when he reads some of the stuff these books have in them. like being fucked with the barrel of a gun, or being stalked in the safety of your own home. chan is so intrigued and so confused and disturbed at the same time. of course, he would NEVER do anything of this to you, that would be too far, but he wants to plan something to get that type of reaction out of you, to make you moan his name and not zade fucking matthews'.

so that's how you ended up here months later, spread out on the bed with chan slowly and roughly dragging his long, thick cock against your tight walls, the ridges and veins driving you insane with each passing minute. he's got his eyes locked on you, and yours on him, the eye contact making you preen and break under the pressure. little ah-ah-ahs sit at the tip of your mouth, but you can't let them out, not unless you want your mother to hear what's going on on your end of the phone line. she's yapping in your ear about the family barbeque she's been planning for weeks in advanced, and you're really trying to listen and be encouraging, but it's getting really hard to focus when chan is fucking you so slowly, so deliciously, his large, muscular body hovering over you and caging you in.

he rocks his hips upwards experimentally, causing a hiccup to leave your mouth. chan's eyebrow raises in amusement as the horror takes over your face at the noise you had just made, embarrassment flushing your cheeks when your mom pauses her tyrant and asks if you're alright. 'honey, is everything okay?' she asks, concern lacing her tone. your eyes stay glued to chans, his hands squeezing your hips as he bucks his hips forward once more, almost eliciting a scream from your throat. 'i'm fine mom,' you struggle with getting the words out 'i'm just struggling with.... something at the moment.' chan reaches his hand down and inserts his finger into you alongside his cock, alternating his thrusts to match the opposite of his fingers movements. 'do you need me to let you go?' she asks, completely oblivious to the way your sweet, usually innocent boyfriend is completely rearranging your guts in the most glorious way possible. a 'yes' begs to fall from your lips, but you stop it when you see chan shake his head slowly. confusion passes over your features, his finger and his cock bringing you to feel a new level of pleasure. 'no?' you reply back. chan takes a moment to pull his finger out and wrap his large hands around your pretty throat, growling in your opposite ear 'you hang up and i stop moving'. at that, your orgasm crashes over you and you have no choice but to cry out loudly as the waves hit you like a tsunami. never have you cum so hard before. but omg you just came all over chans cock, crying out loudly with your mother on the phone. horror passes over your features once more and you can feel yourself beginning to panic when chan lifts the phone up, showing you the toggled mute button on screen. he then pulls all the way out and unmutes the phone, putting a finger to his mouth to shut you up before he slams back in, the vibrations from your orgasm only adding to the oversensitivity of it all. 'hello mama,' chan then puts the phone to his ear, his hips picking up pace as he begins to slam into your pussy recklessly. you can feel yourself getting brought over the edge again when he smiles down at you. 'what do you want us to bring for the barbeque?'

~~~~~

Taglist: @moonlightndaydreams @channieandhisgoonsquad @newhope8 @noellllslut @queenmea604 @kaiyaba @rxosies @bethanysnow

[runninriot]

Another Love

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest pop-up event It's Complicated

wc: 1.966 | rated: M | tags: past friends with benefits Eddie/Jeff, newly established Steddie, unrequited love, complicated feelings, mild hurt/comfort, friendship | also on ao3

   “Guys, this is Steve. Steve, these are the guys. My best friends, who will not embarrass me today. Right?”

Eddie laughs, tries not to let his nerves show by making a silly grimace in the direction of Gareth, who lovingly scoffs and rolls his eyes, says ‘You don’t need us for that, you’re pretty good at embarrassing yourself‘, just to be a little shit. And maybe that’s good, because it means they’re not pretending to be something they’re not. There’s no need to mask who they are in front of Steve, Eddie knows that.

He knows that, once they’ve warmed up to each other, they’ll get along just fine. But still, he can’t shake the funny feeling in his gut.

This is a big deal for him, finally introducing his boyfriend to the people who, apart from Wayne, mean most to him in this world. He wants, no, needs them to accept this new person in his life, because there is one thing he’s absolutely certain of – Steve is here to stay.

Gareth and Doug, being the lifesavers they are, immediately start wrapping Steve up in a conversation and it helps ease Eddie’s nerves a bit. But out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the tension in Jeff’s shoulders. Can sense his resentment of the situation even if Jeff is obviously trying his best not to show it.

He stands off to the side, pretending to tune his guitar which he’s definitely not. Eddie knows he’s already done that before even coming to the venue. Out of all of them, Jeff’s always been the closest to a professional.

It’s something Eddie admires, one of those things he loves about him.

Jeff and Eddie go way back, met long before Gareth and Doug entered the picture. They’ve been friends forever, through thick and thin, always together against the rest of the world.

He’d never admit it out loud but Jeff’s opinion matters most. And that’s not only because he’s his best best friend. It’s also because he doesn’t know what he’d do if Jeff didn’t give him his blessing. There’s so much at stake here, so much to possibly end in ruins. This is so much more complicated than just wanting his friend's approval - there's more to consider. More to fight for. So that's what Eddie is willing to do.

   “Hey, man,” Eddie claps Jeff on the back trying to act casual, ignoring the twisted knots in his stomach. “Can we talk?”

   “If it’s about your boyfriend, then no.”

Jeff takes a big swig from his beer, the look in his eyes unusually cold and distant.

   “Come on, man. I thought we agreed that-”

   “Well, I’ve changed my mind. Look, Eddie. I’m happy for you, I really am. But you cannot expect me to put on a brave face and pretend that this doesn’t fuck me up.”

His words slice through Eddie like a knife, sharp and quick, no mercy on his heart.

Eddie probably deserves it for thinking he could ignore the giant ass elephant in the room and simply wait it out. Wait for the problem to solve itself, for everything to go back to normal, back to easy. Because truth is, there is nothing easy about this.

Eddie knew from the start that this would be complicated, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t. He knew and yet, stupid as he is, he still hoped they could just... move on. Not forget but maybe lock up the memories of a different time and go back to how things were before. When they were just friends, no feelings involved. At least not those kind of feelings.

   “I’m sorry, Jeff,” he says, head tilted down to avoid his friend’s piercing gaze, “I know it’s-“

It’s what? Hard? Unfair? Well, yeah, obviously. At least from Jeff’s point of view. But what is Eddie supposed to do? He didn’t choose to fall in love with someone else, it just happened. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t still have feelings for Jeff, only they’re different now. Not that he ever-

It’s a cruel thought, even though it’s true. They both know it because Eddie never pretended to be in love when he wasn’t. Was he attracted to Jeff? Oh, absolutely. Otherwise they wouldn’t have ended up in bed together. More than once. And it wasn't just the prospect of easy sex that had Eddie coming back for more - it was the thought of falling asleep in Jeff's arms. To be held by someone who makes you feel safe and cared for. He loved the kisses and giggles and how okay it was to be vulnerable and open because there's nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide because Jeff already knows everything about him.

The problem is, while it had all started out as casual fun between mates, something changed over time. Something Eddie noticed too late or he would’ve ended it sooner. Jeff never told him about his feelings, so that’s on him, but it is just as much Eddie’s fault because- he should’ve known anyway. Should’ve noticed the shift. But he hadn’t. Or maybe he simply refused to acknowledge it. Selfishly ignored it until he couldn’t anymore.

When he met Steve, he instantly knew he needed to put his cards on the table and come clean about what this would mean for him and Jeff. Told him about this guy he likes – ‘Don’t know if it’s mutual but I’d like to give it a shot, see where it’s going. Maybe it’s nothing but maybe- I think he could be the one.’

And at first, Jeff seemed to be fine with that. Said he understood that they couldn’t hook up anymore. Said he’d miss the fucking but ‘Eh, whatever.’

Only it wasn’t whatever.

But Eddie was so lost in his own head, so caught up on Steve, Steve, Steve that he didn’t see what it was doing to Jeff. Didn’t notice him pulling away more and more until Gareth mentioned it. Asked if something had happened between the two because they were acting weird.

So, when he finally confronted Jeff, things seemed... okay. Better. At least that’s what he thought when Jeff told him he’d get over it, that he just needed some time to adjust. Promised Eddie that nothing had changed when it came to their friendship but right now, Eddie isn’t so sure about that anymore.

And it kills him.

Makes him lie awake at night because he can’t stop thinking about all the worst possible outcomes. What if this breaks up the band? What if Eddie loses his best friend?

   “I don’t want to lose you, Jeff.”

    You’re up in five, someone calls from the side of the stage and Eddie knows this is the worst possible timing for a heart-to-heart. They should be getting ready, he should be talking to his boyfriend who he abandoned and left with people he doesn’t really know, in a place he’s never been to before. But he can’t step away, can’t leave it like that, not when Jeff still hasn’t said anything.

   “I need you. You’re my best friend and I- I love you.”

It’s a stupid thing to say, to use this word, this feeling that is the cause for this mess and the reason for Jeff’s pain. But it’s the right word nonetheless, because it’s the truth. Eddie loves him. Maybe not like he loves Steve but different from the way he loves Gareth and Doug. This love goes deeper than friendship, soul-deep.

   “I love you. You’re important to me and I know- I know you're hurt and I am sorry but I can’t change that my heart belongs to Steve.”

Eddie can’t stop, knows he should because right now, he’s only talking himself deeper into the hole he dug for himself. But he refuses to lie, refuses to try to appease Jeff with false hope – he needs to know where they stand. And if that means Jeff will tell him to fuck off, if that will be the end of their friendship, then-

   “I hate you.”

Eddie’s heart stops at Jeff's words, eyes filling with tears as he braces himself for the biggest regret he'll ever have in his life.

   “I hate you so much for even thinking you could ever lose me!”

They’ve got eyes on them now, Eddie can feel it, but he doesn’t care. Can’t, not when Jeff moves closer, taking one of Eddie’s hands to place it on his chest, right above his heart.

   “It hurts. It fucking hurts. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say, just sniffs and blinks away the tears blurring his vision.

   “It’ll take some time for me to... get over this. But you and me, we’re bound for life, man. So don’t you ever think you’re getting rid of me. You hear me, asshole?”

Jeff smiles at him and even though there’s still sadness in his eyes, Eddie can feel that he means it.

   “Uh... sorry to interrupt but, um, they said you’re up next so I-“

When Eddie turns to the voice coming from behind, he finds Steve standing there, hands in his pocket, nervously looking to the side.

   “I’ll be down there somewhere. Have- have fun.”

Steve’s about to turn around, ready to step away but Eddie can't let him go like that, so he stops him.

   “Baby, wait!”

He looks back at Jeff, hoping, praying to find what he’s searching for in the other man’s eyes.

   “Go on, your boyfriend looks like he’s waiting for a kiss. Would be rude to leave him hanging.”

   “Are you gonna be mad at me if I do?” Eddie’s not asking for permission to kiss his boyfriend, not really. But he’s willing to tone it down around Jeff if that’s what it takes.

Jeff scoffs, lets go of Eddie’s hand and takes a step back.

   “So mad. But I’ll get to have you all to myself for the next 40 minutes so I guess it’s fine,” he jokes and it feels like a peace offering. Like maybe it’s the first step to better, before hopefully they can go back to how things were when everything was good, not complicated.

   “I love you,” Eddie says again just because.

   “Love you too, man. Now go take care of your man and then let’s get this fucking show started.”

Eddie nods, taking another moment to look at his best friend before walking over to Steve.

   “Everything good with you and Jeff?” Steve asks quietly as Eddie wraps his arms around his middle to pull him close.

   “I think it will be, yeah.”

Eddie's glad he never made a secret out of his past with Jeff, couldn’t bear withholding something so crucial from Steve. He needed him to know that no matter what, Jeff will always play an important role in his life. That if Steve wanted to be with him, he’d have to accept that there will always be a place in his heart that’s occupied by someone else.

Steve throws a look over Eddie’s shoulder and smiles to himself before leaning in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

   “Is that all?” Eddie asks when his boyfriend pulls away, leaving him longing for more.

   “For now,” Steve confirms with a wink, “Your friends are waiting.”

With that, he wanders off into the crowd and Eddie, for the first time in weeks, feels a weight lift off his shoulders and heart.

Maybe it doesn’t have to be complicated.

Maybe it just needs time and trust and mutual understanding.

He’s willing to try, willing to do everything to make this work

Because what he’s definitely not willing to do, is to give up one love for another.

[ki-kink]

Hi! I often read your great blog and adore your transformation stories. I am an ordinary guy of Slavic appearance, 26 years old. I try to keep myself in good shape. I am currently vacationing in Egypt and there are still 5 days of vacation ahead. Lying on the beach is boring. Maybe you can fill me with a local flavor?

Your alarm clock is ringing early today… Why did you actually set an alarm clock? And where are you here? Shit, you need to sort out your thoughts a bit… You're in Egypt. In your home country. Okay, actually your home was in Cairo. But now you're here in Soma Bay. Wait, wait, wait! Somehow that doesn't feel right… Shouldn't you actually be…? Shit, the second alarm goes off. You've got to get going!

The sun rises early over the turquoise waters of the Red Sea. Even before the hustle and bustle of the resort begins, life is stirring here in the staff dormitory. You start with a set of push-ups and sit-ups. Who knows who you'll bump into in the shower. It's never a bad idea to get your muscles in shape. A quick look in the mirror. Yes, you're hot. Your semi-rigid, circumcised cock confirms it. The day starts with a quick but intense shower in the shared bathroom of the dormitory - strictly separated by gender, of course. You are still alone. But you hear footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Your cock straightens in anticipation. You are not disappointed. Mamdouh comes around the corner with a grin. Today it's not just a lonely wank in the shower, today the day starts with a good honest fuck in the shower.

As you and Mamdouh leave the shower together, a few colleagues are already waiting outside the door, grinning. Most of them show that they have at least been eavesdropping. Some cocks are hard. But no time for a second round. Now it's even too late for breakfast. You throw on your immaculately fitting sportswear, smooth out your polo shirt and make your way to the resort. The first guests are already waiting for their first aqua gym session - with a view of the sea while a light breeze caresses the sand.

Your clients are wealthy, mostly Europeans, sometimes women, but mostly men - all with a penchant for luxury and “exotic” experiences. Mamdouh is more responsible for the ladies. He does this yoga and Pilates crap. You're more into Crossfit and bodybuilding. Your training is a mixture of rigor and charm, always looking to test your limits - physically and mentally. When you correct postures, your hands glide over sweaty backs, firm and firm. You can tell when a customer wants you to offer additional services. But you don't like doing that in a hotel. It's too dangerous. You then like to suggest an excursion… You prefer to take your customers to the bazaar - “to show them the real Egypt”. They are then wonderfully at your mercy. You are the strong local who skillfully guides your foreign friends through the winding alleyways, negotiates with the traders, helps them choose spices and silk scarves. The atmosphere is seductive - the scent of cardamom and jasmine, the soft murmur of the market people, the feeling of being in another world. Your customer pretends to want to buy a kaftan. As a present for his son. He would be about your size. Can you try it on? Sure, you say. And take off your T-shirt. The look on your customer's face says it all. He's ready for the highlight of the trip…

And the highlight is already waiting: a visit to his cousin's hammam. Here, in the subdued warmth, the two of you undress. You've already seen him naked during the massage at the spa. Good body, nice cock. Not circumcised, of course. But already hard. You put his loincloth on first and then put yours on. Yours is tailor-made. Just long enough so that you can see a hint of your glans even when flaccid. Your customer is so hard! You press your body against his and give him a deep French kiss. And then you lead him into the steam room. In the steam room, the boundaries between relaxation and desire become blurred. Your client is always in the exciting fear that you might be disturbed. But you know that the only one who will disturb you will be your cousin. And then your client will be pampered by two Egyptian stallions.

It's been a good day, you think as you count the euros and dollars you've received as tips today. And when your customers return to their luxurious suites, you lie in your bunk bed, wank a little more and look forward to next week. Then you'll have a vacation too. At last!

[katyspersonal]

One of my least favourite genres of "fans" in the fandoms are people who chronically mis-diagnose who is a drama-bent hater in any given discourse.

Like, for example, you know cringe Gehrman haters who not only have reasons TO hate this character that go completely against things stated in canon to begin with, but also consistently try to make a point about how fans of this characters are irrational and "try so hard for *gasp* CIS WHITE MAAALE", if not accuse them of being misogyny apologists? Yet they are "just silly people with their own opinions 🥺", but someone who points out how this behavior is obnoxious, unfair and makes fandom a worse place? Now THAT'S a bad person who stirs up the drama in their eyes! And not toxic people who made them retort in the first place! Similar situation with Godrick, minus the misogyny accusations bit.

Or, you know fans of Malenia and Miquella who are particularly obnoxious and will spread hostility and toxicity towards any fans whose reading of these characters is a single bit critical, if not straight up harass those with "heretical" readings of them? The loosers that will scream misogyny / media illiteracy / etc if someone (correctly) thinks these characters done some wrong shit, and who became straight up cultish because SOTE crashed their perfect pure innocent idol expectation that they kept using as excuse to be toxic? They are "just fed up with weird Redditors and try to cope with shitty Fromslop writing 🥺". However, someone who points out THEY are the actual problem in the fandom and have been such even before the DLC? Now, this is the bad person that stirs drama. Similar with Marika, only SOTE gave her toxic stans more means to harass "heretics" over the awful sin of giving her complexity and agency, rather than crashed their idol.

Like, yeah, sure. How daaaare you to point out unfairness in the fandom and react at fans bullying other fans for no reason! :т I have very concrete names in mind during typing this post and I am glad those people fucked off from my field of vision for good. I don't know who the hell taught them that bullying is completely acceptable but it is reacting at that bullying that is bad and immature. You guys should be less accepting of toxic people who deliberately cultivate hostility towards fans who did nothing wrong and then play victims when someone doesn't have it, instead of pushing that spineless "be a bigger person" crap. Being a pushover is not "bigger person". Also just because you also dislike/like a character that became the cornerstone of toxicity doesn't mean you should accept literally any nonsense your "fellow fans" do, like if you are some sort of "community uwu" that can't afford "losing" a single member, no matter how bad?

[sulfies]

If I Lead (pt 6)

part 5 here

Oh, he was fucked. 

He was utterly fucked and he was going to reap what he sowed.

What was he thinking really? Staying in the town THE MAN OWNED, expecting not to be found.

Of course, he was going to show up in Ezio’s vision! Any normal person with a brain would check a person in a tower that is supposed to be closed off!

He thought he was safe when Ezio didn't even glance at his way when he walked by the training rounds… Then when they locked eyes he turned around with no question on his face, Desmond had thought…

He had clearly thought wrong.

He slid down back to his blankets… his hands on his face he groaned loudly. He was so fucking stupid!

His fists slid to his hair and pulled, shaking his head he breathed deeply.

He couldn't even skip towns now because Ezio would fucking find him! He didn't need his threats to know he could!

“Shit, shit, shit”

He wanted to scream, how much more suspicious could he be really? He knew Ezio didn't buy his answers and he didn't try too hard to sell them either. No matter what he came up with he would look suspicious.

What was he supposed to say; ‘I am binding my time till I can get to the Piece of Apple before you, oh also you don't even know what that is yet but you will very soon?’

He was lucky Ezio didn't even try to kill him…

At least that probably meant he didn't show up as red, because why else would he not press for answers in other ways? Now he was basically in a house arrest so maybe death would have made things easier.

He should have left the place the moment he realized where and when he was… He should have walked and walked till he got as far as he could go. But no, he ‘had’ to stay in fucking Monteriggioni, he just ‘had’ to wait till he got funds, he ‘had’ to have a horse as if he couldn't make it work on foot before in the FUCKING APOCALIPSE.

One of his hands slammed on the wall behind him, the pain and shock clearing some of the fog away from his head.

He would get out the moment Ezio left back for Venice. He could and would not stay in Monteriggioni, he knew that for sure. Ezio had bigger worries than a strange man in his town.

He still had a chance to fix this fuck-up.

He would stay outside of Venice, live in the forest outside the gates if he had to. Would wait for the time the ship would get to the dock away from any eyes. 

If Ezio had time to track him in between all his bullshit then he would….Well, not kill him. He couldn't do that nor wanted to… but he figured, with all the Animus doping, he could get away with a broken bone or two on both sides.

He gazed up, his fist was tingling in time with his heartbeats. Desmond let a long breath out, then back in.

He had to wait for Ezio to leave Monteriggioni once again for his mission… If his Animus memories were right, He never stayed long in town during visits. 

He just had to wait for his opening.

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He could feel Ezio’s eyes on him.

From the moment He, Vincenzo and the recruits made it to the training grounds he felt the hairs on his neck stand tall.

One quick glimpse with his vision showed that, yes… Ezio was watching him from the manor. 

So this is how it was going to be.

His shoulders slumped as he tried to ignore looking at the window Ezio was standing behind, keeping his eyes on the general location of the training group of mercenaries. 

He could see five more mercenaries than he knew were there. His bleeds were usually just ghosts of figures in the corner of his eyes at this point, but since yesterday they were a bit more in the front. Stress tended to make them worse and calling yesterday stressful didn't even cut it.

“Now, Don’t you look chipper today?”

Desmond groaned “Don't start Vincenzo…”

“What? You look like something crawled up your ass.”

Desmond waved his hand in a go-away motion but knew it wouldn't deter Vincenzo. The other man leaned his hip on the railing. He just kept staring at the imaginary men swinging their swords near the others. The silence only lasted a few more seconds.

“Apparently, our midday patrol has been increased to cover the area after the mills also…”

Desmond looked to his side at Vincenzo with a hum. “Did you finally tell Marsilio about my concern then?” 

“As if I’d let you make more work for us.” He clicked his tongue. “No, we have the king of the land to thank for this…”

“Oh…” Desmond chewed on his lip. Guess Ezio had the same idea as him. It would be easy for bandits to learn their patrol zones and camp just a bit more far ahead to hide if they kept on going around the same area. “Bet Marsilio wasn’t so happy about that.”

“You don't say… He has been a bitch to talk with, Ser Ezio has been driving him mad. All the ass-kissing he did to Ser Mario has been dusted over.”

Desmond sighed and leaned on the railings. “Well, It's not like…”

Vincenzo cut him off “Oh sod off, don't start at your lectures. You are always happy to take on more work” His voice took on a mocking tone.

“Great, I don't even need to add anything to this conversation then” Desmond grumbled. “An hour or so extra added to the patrols won't kill them…”

Vincenzo mirrored his pose on the railing and wiped his face with a palm. “Sure, sure. But this isn't the King’s army we are leading here, is it? Nothing ever happens around here.” 

Desmond gave him one of his usual hums which got a sideways grin back from the man. “God, you are such an uptight asshole.”

Desmond smiled back at him tiredly “I know” 

This was a regular topic of bickering/disagreement between him and the rest of them. The Others found his standing on this kind of stuff…cute, for the lack of a better word. He usually stayed in his lane, aware of his rank and place in the order and never spoke his mind fully, but something did slip every now and then.

Maybe it was because of his tone or how he got things done fast when he was asked but they didn't get too mad when they heard his ‘annoying’ opinions on how the mercenaries conducted their business in Monteriggioni. They just ignored his quips and chalked it up to him being too uptight or paranoid… though on rare occasions, they actually did listen to him.

Like, last week Vincenzo finally letting him add some extra moves into their training routine that would build up the men's stamina.

“You will come with us to the tavern tonight, yes?”

Desmond huffed “Like I have a choice, Angelo said he would get Marsilio to dock my pay if I refused.”

Vincenzo let a loud laugh. “Because he knows your sore ass needs to relax a bit. Also, he and the others enjoy your company.”

He knew they did, he would go along with their jokes with the help of his old bartender glamour, give some basic advice to their youthful worries and redirect questions as much as he could with a put-on wit but it was not fun for him.

He didn't want to talk about what young maiden they screwed over at the brothel this week or the fight they had with their wife last night. He was really regretting all the charm he turned on when he first got the job, maybe he should have faked being mute or something.

He looked up in the direction of the manor, knowing he was still being watched.

Too late for that now.

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To his delight, Ezio did not bother him during training or the mid-day patrol. 

But that didn't mean he could catch a break.

He saw the golden glow still stalk his vision from up on the walls of the gate and during the new rounds the man around him refused to stop complaining, finding companionship in their shared misery their mouths worked more than usual and the combination of it all was getting on Desmond’s nerves.

Once they made their way back he stood by the side of the gate with his bow and quiver, waiting till everyone dispersed back to the barrack or homes. Checking with his sight he saw no sign of Ezio, so he decided to take advantage of this time of rest without his warden.

He made his way out to the forests he hunted at for the past month and a half, turning on his vision he walked around a bit till he found some tracks belonging to a sizeable game.

Thanks to Connor he had a very easy time tracking any kind of animal he needed and knew just what to do. 

It had been the most useful after the flare.

He liked hunting.

It calmed him and was not too far away from what he did back at his camp regularly.

It was mainly his job to bring food back to the commune they had. When their rations first ran out, Shaun had made a rule for them quickly; You could not hunt unless you were sure there were two others of it that could continue the circle of life. 

Each year it got easier to find a third one out of a couple and after two decades they could finally hunt without worrying too much about the damage their arrows could be doing to the numbers.

They even had a small group of survivors who did hunting trips in a group after Rebecca got him to teach some of them how to supply more food to their growing numbers.

Desmond kneeled next to the track of hoofprints he found, turning on his sight he followed the golden trail that appeared before him slowly. Stopping every now and then to refocus on the glow.

When he finally got the deer in his sights he kneeled behind a nearby bush very slowly and moved his bow up. 

It was standing between two trees, eating with no notice of Desmond's presence.

He breathed in and out, drawing the string he focused keeping his hand steady and aiming for the vitals.

He gave a short whistle to catch its attention and at the same time let his string go. The arrow struck the poor thing right in its main artery as it whipped its head around to look at his way, collapsing on the ground the next second with a sad mewl.

He got up and went near his prize as he sheathed his bow over his shoulder. 

Kneeling next to the animal, he drew his dagger from his side and made a quick work to end the misery of it with one stab. He pulled out the arrow from the side of its neck and started to maneuver the deer into position so he could skin it comfortably. 

Just a few seconds after he started his process he heard the grass behind him get crushed under deliberately loud footsteps.

He did his best to not roll his eyes. Looked like recess was over.

“Nice shot…”

Desmond ignored the man behind him. Focusing on the task in his hands.

“I know hunters with decades behind their belts that can't pull off a clean shot like that.”

Desmond made quick work with his blade, tearing the skin apart from the muscle with each cut. 

A shadow fell over him and the animal. He could see Ezio stepping next to him from the side of his vision. 

An impressed whistle rang in the air “Damn, you are fast.”

Desmond held his sigh in and shook his head. Rolling the animal over he continued his work.

“You know silent treatment won't make me quit my questions. I can stay here till you answer, I rather enjoy watching this process you are doing, I'm not much of a hunter myself.”

With that comment, Desmond let the sigh he was holding go. Was Ezio this much of a talker before?

He could see the young assassin grinning out of the corner of his eye.

He continued with his work, tearing the last bit of pelt away from the animal's body and shaking it out. He rolled it up and got a piece of rope out from his belt loops to tie it.

As his hands worked, He saw Ezio’s mouth open to say something again. Desmond cut in “My answers won't change much from yesterday ser Ezio”

Ezio turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“We both know the answers you gave me last night were bullshit.”

Desmond pressed his lips in a thin line.

“Are you a hunter or something as your main trade?”

Desmond tied the pelt onto the deer with the rest of the rope for easy carry.

“No, I’m just used to hunting for food.”

“Is this another one of your methods to ‘save’ money?”

Ezio was always fast at connecting dots together.

Desmond got up and grabbed the deer by its legs. Ezio stepped back as he hauled the animal onto his shoulders, the pelt facing the side that was touching his back. 

“Your silence just confirms my questions.” 

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

Still ignoring him, started walking back and Ezio followed on his tail. They were quite a bit far from the gates and he knew Ezio would not drop his interrogation anytime soon.

“Where in Florance do you hail from Ser Domenico? Maybe my family knew of you.”

He gritted his teeth “They wouldn't. Grew up in the streets.”

“How convenient…” Desmond snorted, what a crazy answer to say to someone telling you they were homeless as a kid. It was a lie, but still…

“What will you do in Venice?”

“I told you, my wife is waiting for me, taking care of her sick mother.”

He heard Ezio huff in frustration at his answers. Good… Now they were both equally annoyed. Maybe he would put a rest in this back-and-forth game then.

“What did you do before coming here?”

“Joined the daily patrol around the village…”

“You know that's not what I asked.”

Desmond bit back with sarcasm “Is it not? My apologies Sir”

He suddenly got yanked back, dropping the deer onto the grass with the shock of it. Before he could shout in surprise, Ezio was in his face.

“I'd like to think I am being extremely charitable here to your attitude Ser Domenico, but my kindness does have its limits.” He took a step towards him.

“I deserve some real answers and some respect. You are in my land, clearly after something that concerns me!”

Desmond clenched his fist as he looked at the deer on the ground, what gave Ezio the right to pull him around like that. 

He just wanted to leave this place and if it was not for Ezio he would have already been gone first thing in the morning and if it was not for the apple he would not even been here in the first place!

He lived through all of this once he didn’t need a second time! At least back then Animus was merciful enough to skip the empty bits and teleport him to where Ezio needed to be. 

He thought he was done with this ‘time’, that he had put all of this period of people behind him. Done with everything that happened in the literal past and tasked to protect his present but now once again he was sucked right back in.

He did not want to do all of this all over again! He had people to take care of; Shaun was waiting for the data of his findings, and Rebecca was going to get his help with her new project once he had made it back. They had to fix a leak in their communal eating hut, he had promised to get to it soon and he wanted to be there to complete his other obligations he never got to before he left.

There were meetings he had to hold, conversations he had put off and many more tasks he thought he would get to complete once he was back…

But all of this was taken away from him in a second just when he finally started to make some things right. 

“Not everything is about you.” Spat Desmond and He felt the anger bubble beneath his skin. 

It was always the apples, always his ancestors, all his actions always had to tie back to them! 

His eyes were still stuck on the deer on the floor. Why was it always only him who got yanked around. Why pull him here? To help him run away from his mistakes after so long? To punish him?

Ezio let out a scoff, shocked by the audacity thrown in his face.

“You cannot be serious! Your whole demeanour screams that it has something to do with me. What innocent men would speak the way you do?” He pointed at his face, teeth bared in anger. “I should end you right at this moment for even daring to act this way.”

Whipping his head to look at him straight in the eyes Desmond sneered back in frustration “If I had any ill will towards you, if I was going to do anything here, wouldn't I have already done it before you came back?”

“Then tell me your goal! Do I have to fucking torture you to get you to talk, you bastard?” Ezio pushed him slightly, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Why the fuck are you here? What Is your goal?!”

Both refused to part their sight from one another for a long time.

Desmond's shoulders were tense and drawn back, his right hand ready to draw back in a moment's notice to throw its weight to a target and Ezio’s wrist was flexing by his side, debating if he should just end this hassle with one swipe.

If this continued, blood was going to be drawn and that realization gave a pause to Desmond's running thoughts.

The figure meeting his eyes looked so young now that he was looking at him head-on, compared to last night's candlelit view. Ezio’s lips were in a tight line, his eyes had a flame behind them. Desmond noticed he never had gotten to see Ezio from this point of view before.

He only ever witnessed him from Ezio’s own eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders down, Desmond leaned back in defeat. 

This wasn’t the 50-year-old mentor he last remembered. Barely a decade had passed since his biggest tragedy, his hands were still freshly stained with blood, still in his quest for revenge. Ezios outfits glitched before his eyes for a second, scrolling through the different phases of his life he had yet to get.

“Are you going to speak?!”

Desmond closed his eyes and held his hand out in a stop. Breathing in and out for a couple of seconds as blood rushed through his ears. His other hand massaged his temple. Shit, maybe he was being a bit unfair to him. He was supposed to be the grown-up… 

Ezio didn't know shit yet, he didn't know what tragedies awaited him and here he was being another reason for stress in his life when he came back to take a rare break from all the crazy that was going on back in Venice.

“Alright…Fuck, okay fine… I'll talk.” He opened his eyes to see Ezio with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows crossed with a slight look of concern.

Desmond wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, licking his lips nervously. 

“Look, I’m- I’m being truthful when I tell you I am not here to harm you or the people here.” He continued after taking a breath “I need to get to Venice…But no wife is waiting for me there.” 

He placed his hand on his chest. “My goals have nothing to do with yours, bad or good it will not affect your life…there is…a ship with a special delivery I need to board when it arrives.” 

Hopefully, when he did, He could just touch the apple like before and appear in that cave where he committed his stupidest mistake like nothing ever happened.

He looked at Ezio with earnest eyes “I am just trying to get back to my people, and I need to get to Venice to do that.”

Ezio shifted his weight on one leg, his eyes roamed around for a few seconds. Tolling over what to say. The anger from before slightly died down in his tone after Desmond’s talk.

“Your people… Why are you even here then?”

Desmond didn't lie in his answer “I have no fucking idea.”

“What?” 

He gave a soft smile. “I have no idea how I got here or why I am here.”

Ezio thought over his answer. “No idea how? You lost your memory or something?”

Desmond just looked at him “No, I remember everything before but I have no memory of ever stepping foot in Monteriggioni by my own will.”

“Cazzo… I…” He tilted his head, then turned away in confusion “I can’t believe I am even entertaining what you said as an answer. You barely have given me more than the lies you have spat before… I just have more questions than answers.”

Desmond sighed. Ezio was right, he knew that. But he could not speak of the apple yet and he did not want to anyway. It was too late to get Ezio off his back but he needed to give the man something for him to at least get out of this house arrest.

He was going to regret what he said next…

“I am an assassin.”

Ezio turned back at him so fast, he looked like he almost gave himself a whiplash.

Desmond held up his hands “I swear to you, that is true.”

Ezio squinted his eyes, his face full of distrust. “All your lies… I will not treat you kindly if this is one of them.”

“I am not lying, not about this.” Desmond shook his head. “Look…” He started to roll up his right arm sleeve.

Most of the mercenaries chose to roll them up above their biceps except for him, for two reasons: One, he did not want the tattoo on his left arm to be a talking point or a reason for recognition and two…

“A hidden blade…” Ezio’s hand grabbed his wrist to look closer at the mechanism strapped to his wrist.

It had quite the wear and tear but Shaun and Rebecca had helped him with its upkeep all these years. The leather straps had flaked on some of the edges and the metal plate holding the blade was less shiny than it was before, but the blade was still as sharp as ever and it slid out with the ease it should.

Ezio moved Desmond's hand to activate the blade a couple of times, eyes looking at all the different details, taking in the more simplistic design it had than his blades.

Desmond stood there as his arm was turned over under Ezios hands, his fingers touching every part of the bracer strapped on his arm, he was not used to this much skinship…

He coughed and Ezio politely let his arm go, stepping back he looked over Desmond with a more calculating gaze. “Why not just say all this at the start? We could have avoided all this-” 

Desmond rolled his sleeve down as he spoke over “I told you… my mission is separate from yours. I am not here for you or anyone else, I am just trying to get back.”

Ezio’s focused back on the cuff that hid his hidden blade. Silent for a few seconds before he spoke. “I thought I was the only Assassin left in Italy.”

Desmond wrinkled his nose in pity. Nearly half of Ezio’s closest allies were one but the others would not reveal themselves for a long while. Which was a decision he never understood before… They trusted him enough to take on their biggest mission but not enough to let him know the full truth. 

That was a parallel they shared together in their lives.

“Sadly, I am not an Italian Assassin.”

Ezio furrowed his brows “What do you mean? Aren’t you from Florence?” as soon as he said it he thought the answer on his own. “But your accent… Where are you from then?”

Desmond scratched his beard. He had already told too much. “Far West…”

“I am never going to get full answers from you am I?”

Desmond smiled back as an answer and Ezio gave a defeated sigh. “Fuck, fine… I feel like Father is probably turning over in his grave seeing the grace I am giving you.” He put his hands on his hips and looked at Desmond with a new shine in his eyes.

“You are not off the cuff yet by the way. You still cannot leave this place in the middle of the night before I figure out what to do with you.”

Great so nothing had changed for him…

“But I will permit you to leave with me to Venice when I go back. I’ll accompany you till you get where you need to be.”

Desmond’s eye twitched and his smile dropped. That was fucking worse.

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TDP Rewatch: S1 E3, "Moonrise"

It's interesting that they zoomed on Soren's face as the procession crossed the courtyard, not Harrow's - and that he didn't look nervous, just determined. He was right, too.

God, Harrow cuddling with his bird is the cutest thing. That bird adores him. Also, (who gives the best birdie kisses) "Pip Does." was said so fiercely and then the face he made after, I just. Ah, that hit me in the chest.

How is "hard-headed" more acceptable in your vernacular than "stubborn", Viren? Or are you just the only one you want to be insulting Harrow in public?

It's interesting how Viren's smiling in the coronation portrait, but Harrow isn't. Viren says Harrow insisted on doing the portrait together, but I . . . have my doubts, now.

Yeah honestly Claudia we're on the same page about the persimmon jelly.

Something about how Ezran doesn't hesitate to trust Rayla, and when she kneels in front of the egg she looks at him so softly even though ten minutes ago she was convinced he had to die - and then Claudia, whom Ezran has known his entire life, threatens violence immediately and just keeps spouting threats while trying to get him to cooperate with her. They showed us who these girls were from the very beginning; Claudia acts sweet but in the moment of truth will turn cruel, and Rayla projects coldness but in the moment of truth will offer love instead. It's a neat mirror. And I love the way Rayla smiles at Ezran when he looks to her for reassurance in that very first moment in Viren's dungeon. That moment of yes, I'm with you.

They really sell being teenagers in this first season, and I love it. "NOT THAT WAY!" "WHY?" *runs into wall* "Is this a guessing game? Just do it!" "I'M A MAGE!" *shushes him* "Nobody likes a loud mage."

Also, can we talk about how the first time Rayla actually touched Callum was to shush him in that moment? And how she was the first person to call him a mage? And how she then proceeded to tell him something she's clearly said before, which when I first watched I assumed was just a common saying/joke in Xadia, but after finding out Ethari is a mage might be a family in-joke? Yeah I've got Rayllum feelings why

"What's in the basket? A bigger moth?" omg Soren is SUCH a sarcastic little shit around Viren and I love that for him????

Also, "When all of your swords have failed." is such a clear attempt to undermine Soren's personal confidence, and the worst part is I bet Viren didn't even do it consciously. He's just so used to tearing Soren down that he doesn't have to think about it anymore, it's become automatic. It's a really common trait of abusive parents and I hate him so much for it. (obligatory acknowledgement that I actually love it as a writing choice, it's great. He is a bad guy! I am supposed to dislike him! They did a good job!) But also, Soren responding to it with a spiteful defense of his soldiers was a good moment for him.

"We go way back! Like that one time, ten minutes ago, when you chased me through the castle trying to stab me!" Bless Jack De Sena for Callum's voice acting and also bless whoever animated his and Rayla's expressions in that exchange because I am fucking wheezing

Can we talk about how Harrow's tone was coldly neutral until Viren walked in and sat in Harrow's marriage bed, uninvited, and then the next thing he said - "Your friend?" sounded venomous? Or that fucking single eyebrow raised when Viren said "brother". Harrow is WELL aware that his best friend has a weird gay thing about him, and he regrets not nipping that in the bud before it became this unhealthy obsession.

Yeah that whole "On. Your. Knees." does not get less gay with subsequent rewatches. Like bruh. They showed this to kids. Harrow. I stg. But also, Harrow sees Viren's weird gay obsession and meets his freak by putting him down about it, in a way that they both know he wouldn't if he actually returned it with any kind of affection. Oh, I think all Harrow's dialogue about Viren's arrogance and self-importance was very much also what he meant, I don't think he was talking around anything, but yeah, that was. Wow.

Also ngl Harrow can tell me to do anything he goddamn wants if he talks in that tone, jesus

Interesting. Okay so Runaan does say that humans are liars - he doesn't say there's nothing worth sparing, as Rayla seemed to imply. He's been tricked before. That said, for all he talks a big game about his ruthlessness, he doesn't just shoot Callum outright. He warns him that he's made a mistake and he very much takes his time nocking that arrow. He doesn't want to kill this kid if he doesn't have to.

I also love that one moment where his eyes go wide after Rayla tells him again he needs to call off the mission, in the middle of "You know it doesn't work that way." He glances down at his own bindings and he looks panicked for half a second before covering it in this sudden anger that doesn't quite fit with how he reacted to the egg's appearance. He's scared. He knows she's right, but he's much older, more set in his ways, and doesn't see a way out. He's fucked up. So he just tries to fall back on what he's Supposed to do - just finish the mission, worry about the egg later, because those are the rules.

And then Rayla sends the boys away and forces him to confront those values instead of just falling back on them. Now he doesn't get to separate himself and his feelings from reality. And I don't think she actually believes he'll kill her here, even though he threatens to and she smirks and says "Probably" - if he was willing to do that, he would have done it already, and they both know it. She's just forcing him to confront the conflict between his moral values and his cultural ones.

oh, god, I forgot that Ezran brought up Callum calling him Dad in the very first episode.

I think it's interesting how Runaan accuses Rayla of being "Better than this" while very obviously holding back. He keeps pausing. Rayla's constantly in motion in this fight, whether attacking or defending or just trying to catch her breath, but he attacks once and then waits for her to recover, defends once and freezes up. He can't do this. Now he's the one hesitating and he can't stop doing it. Rayla has to know this too - that's why she sasses him when he realizes she's just stalling, because she knows she's gotten into his head. She knows he can't stop her because he can't bring himself to hurt her. So if she can just call on the fatherly part of him a little more, maybe she can get him on her side. It just doesn't quite work, because he's too set in his ways and his teenage daughter's wild idea is not enough to convince him that turning the entire world upside down is possible.

Do you think Viren had a moment of abject panic when Callum said "I know what you did!" after he came out of Harrow's chambers after switching the king's soul out with Pip's? Like HOW THE FUCK DOES THE KID KNOW, I LITERALLY JUST DID - "You stole the egg of the Dragon Pricne!" oh nvm. wait, what. why does he know that, who - what the fuck is happening right now?

Soren insisting Callum is the prince and refusing to arrest him is another good moment for him. Bless that young man for trying so hard. But also, Viren taking Callum's voice was awful on so many levels, and Soren's lack of surprise makes that one hurt??? Because. Viren had that spell just right there in his sleeve. He constantly undermines and dismisses Soren. Now he's using it so casually on the prince. Has he done this to Soren before? Is that why Soren's face just went so stony and he refused to say anything else after that? Viren is just such a fundamentally awful person and I love to hate him.

Knowing more about the assassins has me watching this scene with so much interest now. It's Runaan's arrow that hits Soren first, but Skor's the first through the door - two blades and brute strength. Ram hits the ground next, going low with no visible weapons, with Callisto and Andromeda flanking him with Callisto's glaive and Andromeda's sickles. Runaan brings up the rear with a bow, and honestly? He's walking in with his horns already at heights Ram and Andromeda leaped to get to, moving the slowest of any of them, not curling in or dodging or anything. He's just strode in leaving himself wide open because fuck you, I guess, what does this bitch have to worry about? That's terrifying.

The fucking "DA!" He does does undercut the intimidation as a viewer tho now I'm just laughing at him because his actor clearly was not out of breath or stressed when delivering that.

I've never noticed before that the elves reacted to Viren's spell releasing Callum's voice. Or that Soren moved between Viren and recovering control of the spell. Skor stepped back from a fight and glanced towards the spell, got distracted by it. Callisto ducked as if he thought it was coming towards him. Ram and Andromeda didn't twitch but Runaan bridled at it too.

Callisto was the first to reach the door but couldn't break it open and Soren went for him. The assassins converge on the door and Soren manages to hold off Callisto, Ram, and Andromeda all at once for a moment before Skor and Runaan step in. Runaan just wholly grabs a guard by the face and throws them to the ground with his bare hands (well, gloved, but weaponless). As in like. Picks them up off the floor and slams them back down one-handed by the face. I know he's an antagonist right now and like we like the guards in Katolis they're fine but also the sheer ability to do that is hot I'm so sorry.

When the elves press the door again after Callum calls for "Dad!" it's Skor to the left, Runaan, and Callisto to the right, and Runaan has zeroed in on Soren as the greatest obstacle to their goals. He's bigger than Soren, has an advantage in height, weight, strength, and experience, and he's bearing down on him but losing time, and Ram ends up lunging in to try and take Soren out while Runaan has him distracted. And it doesn't work, Soren manages to block them both at once. He's genuinely very good at his fucking job and I hate that Viren tore him down so much he doesn't see it.

Oh, fuck. Andromeda was the first elf to fall. We don't see her after the first clash at the door breaks free. Ram disappears briefly but returns at Runaan's side, everyone's converging on the door again, but she's gone.

Rayla's so quickly ride or die for these boys and this mission, and I love her so much for it. "Say the word, and I'll go back into that tower with ye." And she meant it. But she'll also guard them on their way out, when that's what they choose to do instead.

Can we also address that Soren's losing guards left and right to the clash in this tower, and Viren is RIGHT THERE, able to do random magic like stealing the voice from a kid, but he doesn't do a thing to assist in the actual battle? Absolutely nothing to help his son in their alleged shared goal of defending the king?

Runaan stumbles through clutching his side, and given the wounds we see later, I'm guessing Soren kicked him in the ribs to get out of one of their sword locks and broke them. He also can't breathe right. There's a bruise on his jaw and we saw from how Soren fought with Ram (and how he fights later) that he's willing to just punch people with his other hand while he's got them distracted with his sword. I'm betting most of his injuries are from Soren, including the broken horn. We don't see that part happen. I'm actually gonna, once this episode is over, skip ahead to the season 7 finale briefly to see Runaan's retelling of this scene, because I'm curious about those moments between that we missed here.

the binding also doesn't fall off until he reaches the balcony. Pip/Harrow wasn't killed instantly; he just succumbed quickly to what I'm betting was the poison on Runaan's arrow.

The face he gives after releasing the arrow hits, though, because he's reporting a failure. I'm also very interested in like, what he thought would happen for Rayla here. I would have guessed initially that his "Your justice will come later." was meant as him realizing if she stops them, if they fail, she'll suffer becoming a Ghost, but he's surprised by the news in season 7. Did he just assume there wouldn't be a unanimous vote to ghost her? It would sort of make sense; there's a certain amount of arrogance he clearly has regarding his own place in the Silvergrove, and a lot of it's justified by how the community treats him and Ethari. It wouldn't be unreasonable for him to guess that as his daughter and a clearly talented and relatively respectable warrior in her own right, there would be at least a few voices who were reluctant to abandon her entirely, even if she'd have to live with the same of losing her hand to her failure. That's a thing I don't think we give enough credit to, either, is the fact that Ghosting has to be a unanimous decision and therefore, not everyone in Rayla's position ends up ghosted. That's why the bindings are there. She'd have had to sacrifice her hand, but if she was respected enough to begin with to escape a ghosting, that would have been it. She'd pay her price and still get to go home.

Claudia appearing just to insist "we can find more practical uses for this one" gives me the creeps. Like "she sees Runaan and sees spell parts, not a person" kind of creeps.

I'm so very fond of this credits sketch, because it shows just how long Runaan has been in her life. Rayla was 8 when she moved in with him and Ethari - she's clearly younger than that here, and he's already there teaching her things, so clearly fond of her.

It also shows how her facial markings have changed over time; in this sketch we can see that the slash mark used to go both above her brow and below her eye, presumably unbroken (Lain's across the eye markings also cover his eyelids, so stands to reason hers would too). The curve below her eye is also different, where Runaan's remains consistent in this sketch to the show.

I could comment on her reaction to losing Harrow's binding but honestly like. That's been analyzed to death for six years straight. I don't really feel the need to go over something that's been addressed repeatedly in the show already.

Addition after checking the story in Season 7, so don't read further if you haven't seen that yet:

Runaan's horn was not broken yet when he broke into the room. Skor was the only one who made it in after him. So the other assassins may never have seen Harrow at all, and the fighting after the poisoned arrow hit Pip could have lasted for a while, justifying Runaan's ability to vault into the room initially but also barely being able to stumble out onto the balcony in the end.

So Andromeda died before they even got the door open. Skor followed Runaan through the door, but we don't see Callisto or Ram after that point, so they may or may not have made it that far. I would guess that Runaan's grievous injuries were likely due to fighting virtually on his own for an extended period of time, and the brief time he got to send off the shadowhawk was Skor's last sacrifice, keeping them busy for long enough to do that.

[stopmyhearts]

okay. Romana self harm thoughts. Under a cut because of subject matter but yeah. I warn you now this shit is explicit, if you read it that's not my responsibility

So, Romana is so traumatized that it isn't really a question on if she hurts yourself, but rather how and when she starts. The easy answer would be during or after Etra Prime but I'm a big supporter of the 'Romana has always been somewhat fucked up' idea so I think it started earlier. My girl is a psych major (to me at least) and accordingly a bit wrong in the head. I don't think she does it in a truly concerning amount pre-Etra Prime, but like. She's tried it a couple of times in the academy. It's not as if anyone on Gallifrey would see, anyways. I think she just wants to see what it's like, and she's got a bit of a morbid curiosity. She's just fascinated by the blood (I'd say she tries some cuts probably), she doesn't actually want to hurt herself, it's not a coping mechanism. So when she joins the Doctor she hasn't hurt herself in several years, if not decades, and the adventures scratch any itch that might be scratched by cutting as well. I think maybe, placing 'the Doctor's first XI' just before Destiny of the Daleks, she does it occasionally there. Again, not often, and it's more boredom than anything, but staying a century or longer in one place, surrounded by all these terribly traumatized people, that's going to do a number on your mental health, Time Lord or not. And I think that makes it easier too, for her to choose to regenerate, to shorten her lifespan like that, because that is definitely, if not a suicide, either a sacrifice or significant act of self-harm.

And I think that does scare Romana II. Like, she plays it all off as a joke, but I think deep down she knows that's serious and it scares her off. So she throws away any tools she may have previously used, and stops. I still think maybe if she gets overwhelmed she presses her fingernails into her palms a little too hard or she chews her lips until she accidentally draws blood sometimes but nothing more than that.

And then we come to Etra Prime. Obviously she gets hurt constantly there, so I don't think she adds to that without cause. But she does keep trying to escape, I think, like she doesn't want to live anymore but more than anything she wants to stop being hurt. And I think she's willing to risk more pain for a chance to escape. And to spare other people too, if she can. I don't think she ever loses that compassion, but it is very hard because she has to weigh the suffering in front of her eyes against the potential suffering out in the universe, so she never gives up her secrets.

Post-Etra Prime, I believe she has a lot of chronic pain to deal with, and is desperate for control. Control over herself, over the people around her, over all of Gallifrey. And her physical pain and disability are things she can't control, so I think she gets some control from inflicting pain on herself. Maybe she did so on Etra Prime too, I don't know. Pressing on scars until they hurt, twisting her knee just so, scratching at bumpy scars to make them less noticeable, overdoing it, not letting herself rest, all that sort of stuff. I think there's a point to it too that she needs some pain to function. She's exhausted, but a sudden pain can give that little spike of adrenaline she needs to keep herself going through long days as a president. And I think that's approximately the level it stays at, at least for as far as Enemy Lines (which is where I am currently). Like it gets less or more depending on the situation, in general I think post-Warfare it gets less because she had her big suicide plan there and I think it gets Narvin and Leela onto her more too. And there's not really much room to escape each other on the axis. Also, she heals, slowly and not completely, but some of the pain and exhaustion do get less, especially while she isn't president. So it's both harder to hurt herself and less necessary for her daily function.

Truly what is wrong with her, I love her and I love to give her issues

[novelconcepts]

i'm the same anon who asked abt the tattoo, so. you can be as controversial as you want, but could i ask why taivan is not as prominent/noticeable in comparison to shaunahat, or fanon ships? like, your opinion. because, genuinely, as much as i see their scenes and ppl cheering for them, idk, it's not as HARD and LOUD if that makes sense. thank you in advance!

I dunno about controversial--I'm never actively trying to be a shit-starter, I just. My honest take is twofold. One, people are definitely being steered by racism. I mean, I see that just in the way Jasmin is constantly under fire no matter what she does or says. This is a biracial Black queer person (noticed recently she's operating with she/they pronouns, playing in the gender sandbox, and good for them) who is clearly always working so hard to better their world and be a voice for the various minority groups she inhabits, and I feel like I'm just constantly seeing people be awful to and about them. Like, constantly finding excuses to set her aside, or send her the worst messages in the world, and I'm just like. Let this person live, for the love of Christ. The inability to not take unearned ownership of someone else's journey is...insane to me, but I feel like I see it constantly with her. So to have Taissa be this incredibly complex Black woman who is not always likeable, not soft and sweet and constantly striving for other people's approval--yeah, I'm not surprised the fandom ignores her. Furious! Always furious about it! But not surprised.

Van, too, gets set aside an awful lot, and that's obviously not about racism (although the interracial couple aspect is there). I think people are...so volatile about Van in ways that will never make sense to me. Half the time people are calling her a villain, the other half they're calling her boring, and in both cases, those people are just not watching the same show I am. Liv's performance is so nuanced and so carefully escalated, and Lauren is following suit; there is so much going on with this character, with Taissa's character, with their growth together and apart, and...yeah, I dunno, man. I think it's a lot of what Tai says onscreen in season one. They're not what people expect, or what people want them to be, so they get written off as "boring" or less appealing than the noncanon ships. Some of it is the racism, some is the complicated nature of gender and Van's butch qualities, and none of it makes sense to me because those aspects are so much of what I love about Taivan as a ship. Like. They are so real, so multifaceted, so good and so toxic for one another at the same time, and they are played by 3/4ths (at least, I don't know Ambrose's life) openly, proudly queer actors. DUDE. For me, that's the fucking dream.

THAT SAID. My other thought is a lot simpler. And that's just: what happens in canon belongs to the writers, and we get to share it. What happens in fanon belongs solely to fandom. The fanon interpretations of characters can be worlds away from the actuality of those characters onscreen, and I think there's a freedom there that a lot of people really love. Subtext has been the bread and butter of queer audiences for so long that I think a lot of viewers just naturally feel more comfortable in that space, reading between lines and making up the necessary filler as they go. It doesn't hurt that a lot of these characters are white and/or conventionally attractive, but I think it's more to do with...not needing to put the canon of it all at the forefront. Like I love Jackie/Shauna, I love Lottie/Nat, I live for Shauna/Lottie--but they're all subtextual relationships, to various degrees, and so I can just sort of...do whatever with them in stories, so long as I'm feeling the characters out. I personally have a preference for writing fic as close as I can to existing character profile/voice, but that's not for everyone, and I've noticed a lot of the fanon-born ships are...not simpler, necessarily, but simplified. Which, in turn, makes them more palatable. I dunno. I get it! I do. But I will never understand throwing aside the canon queer ship in favor of subtext. That just...ain't my bag.

And then I guess there's a third, less prominent idea of like. Who's the main character of the show? If you had to boil it all down, it's Shauna. She's the POV character, if we have one, from the start. So not only do you have the freedom of fan interpretation, but she's front and center a lot of the time just by the nature of the narrative. And then Natalie is probably the next "main" character, so...that speaks for a lot of the louder ships, I suppose. I'd really love to see more attention on Taissa for the same reason, since she's been at the front from the beginning, but...see above, i guess.

[toomanythoughts2]

for legal reasons i am considering toki with an ao3 account

I raise you one

Toki with a Live Journal (I was a little too young to really get into or understand Live Journal. I tried really hard though.). Better yet, Toki with an old Deviantart account. Toki with a Fanfic.net account. Toki with a WATTPAD ACCOUNT!

Toki is a messy bitch, I know he is. I know he's also fucking crazy and does not spell check or tag correctly or understand how to use warning on AO3. His socials would be so all over the place and random, posting whatever fic idea came to mind, full 2am red bull infused writing sprint that could out pace Sha'Carri Richardson (queen).

Toki is also an old school type of fandom enjoyer. He understands Lemon, Sin, OTP, NOTP - all that good shit. He was there when the tag, "No beta we die like..." first started to appear. He was there when the tag, "Dead Dove: Do Not Eat" started to appear. He was there when the first ever, "5 Times/1 Time" fic was ever posted (Thank You @ basingstoke for "Five Things That Aren't True")

Now, I also believe that he is writing RLP (Real Life Pairings) of the band, he is that kinda freak, and no, he does not give a fuck what you think about it. He's making fics of everyone in the band and OCs, he's shipping them together, he's writing like Top Toki and Bottom Someone (It's Skwisgaar). He's writing A/B/O mpreg half-werewolf and half-vampire lost princess shit. He's writing the flower shop/tattoo parlor shit. He's writing the mafia dark romances. He's writing the modern AUs. He's writing the fantasy AUs.

He's also making the cover art himself and it's so badly photo shopped or just sketched on MS Paint or it's completely blank. I feel like Toki would be pretty infamous in the community as well but I don't think he would reveal himself as Toki Wartooth, or if he did, no one would believe him. They would think he was a really committed role player.

(Someone would ask him if he Kined Toki Wartooth and Toki would think that he was asking if he was related to him, so he said yes, and the rest is history.)

But remember, NONE OF IT IS GOOD! IT'S ALL REALLY REALLY BAD BUT THE THING IS THAT THERE IS SO MUCH PASSION BEHIND IT THAT PEOPLE GENUINLY LOVE IT! Toki's writing is horrible and his pacing is all over the place and most of the time you don't know what he's trying to say but god damn it if you aren't waiting on an update.

AND SPEAKING OF UPDATES

TOKI WOULD HAVE THE CRAZIEST FUCKING AO3 AUTHOR'S CURSE!

"Sos sories fer dey lates ubatess :P Drops my fors in dey frozun laekes ad watchs hims dreewns to deaths."

Followed by a link to this gif.

But no matter where he posts, no matter where he reads, he is never truly alone. Murderface is always right behind him on a secret account.

[cinderflower]

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I hate that I can tell when my work stress starts to tank my mental state and I hate that it all overlapped with MalMiq week, but man this week has been the worst in a very long time. Pretty exclusively in regards to the communities on bluesky and twt (truly a cesspit) not so much tumblr, but man it has been so utterly and completely discouraging to put my all into a community event and put my best foot forward to support the other artists (I left a few comments but not as many as I planned to, I do want to circle back and leave more when my brain is less shit) but it just so rarely seems to be reciprocated. And I know that I'm not owed anything, I should support because I do genuinely support - and I do! - but it'd be a lie to say that it doesn't feel bad to not get that same support from the actual community in return.

Like, I get it, I'm a mediocre artist and writer on my best days because they're just my hobbies, and especially on twt the talent there is insane in comparison. But even with my expectations set so utterly low, it's just been a bit surprising how little people engaged with my work comparatively. I don't know. Am I worse than I think I am? Is my art that unpalatable? Especially the day 1 art, that's the one I was most proud of even if I couldn't execute it as well as I wanted, and it flopped harder than even the art/fic for Kintsugi.

As for fics, I know I personally am very proud of Kintsugi and I spent an obscene amount of time on it, but the only other fic of mine that flopped this hard this fast was Hypnagogia (ironically another fic I was super proud of). So at a point it's just like, is the fic fandom space truly so dead? Or is it me? I know I've really fucking struggled with writing up to my normal quality standards with how dreadful the brainfog has been, but I didn't think it had dropped that much in quality. Like I used to get at least some feedback.

I don't know what my point here is other than just to vent I guess. I know this is definitely worse because work has been utter hell this week and I am at an all time low. Well, that and the AI hellscape and US pol fascism nightmare. But art is supposed to be a conversation but it's so god damn hard to put myself out in the fandom space and earnestly try and community build only to be met with nothing.

If you made it this far, even if you don't like my fics or art, or they're not your speed - try to engage with artists and writers you do like. Especially the smaller ones, or the ones who draw or write "taboo" art. We're sitting at a table when we post our art/fics, inviting you to sit down with us and talk about this thing we both clearly like, but what's the point if everyone is too afraid to take a seat? If everyone just walks by, takes the art/fic from the table in silence, and scurries off to shove it under their bed and never speak about it?

(to the people here specifically on tumblr who I do interact with a bit more regularly, thank you, your support genuinely means the world to me and does truly motivate me to keep publicly sharing my works)

[lazylittledragon]

i will never have this attitude to anything else in any part of life but i did not down monster and coffee and sit in my university library all night and experience rollercoaster level anxiety on the countdown to last submissions just so people can write their essays with chatgpt

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Eagerly enjoying this entire rant, omg??? SPEAK ON IT! Ended up with one of my own 'cause I hardcore show!Mark fan and where the fuck did his guilt go????

Because TRULY, a character, including a child, CAN be endearing and likable without being SO violently Child Coded, AND violently uninteresting??? I gesture at the casually unhinged Robins in DCU, while most a young adult now (sans Damian), when they were young, they were still interesting??? Characterizations will vary wildly, but that's a rant + research deep dive I do not have the energy for, but point being, why is Oliver like this??? Like you mention, Mark has PLENTY of opportunists to self reflect and ponder, but they don't take them??? I am once again screaming at the Angstrum V. Mark fight, because him being literally stranded in the desert with a fucking corpse is the most perfect opportunity to expand his mentality, even if he gets WORSE? Actively clawing at the god damn walls for denying me Invincible's potential Storm in the Room episode.

AND LIKE YOU SAID? Why the fuck did Nolan have a whole ass affair baby? Are we ever gonna know why? Bro was married for years with exactly one kid and just ??? Did exactly what he told Mark he would during his violent meltdown ?? REPLACE THEM??? Who told you to do all that, my guy???

AND YEAH. Show having this be Oliver's personality despite DEBBIE clearly being his MAIN PARENT, istg they're lying to me. Ain't no way she'd ever have a child that's THIS murder-happy. It's Debbie. Take not shit from Nolan!Debbie. Stopped Mark from feeling higher than humanity instantly!Debbie. Either the babysitter's feeding Oliver some bullshit while they're not looking, or characters are being rewritten for a plot we don't NEED? AND TRULY SPEAK ON IT. Nolan having the actual audacity to grab his non-purple son instead of just not putting ANOTHER planet is danger is so insane to me? Mf stays ruining whole families???? Sir, who told you to do all this? WHO? Also please write that omg, I'd be cacklingggg.

ALSO THANK YOU FOR SAYING CHARACTERS FEEL RET-CONNED. I am so utterly fucking insane this season, because who are these people? Never mind show refusing to explain what the stakes for / any world building to make me feel tense when new!GoG broke up, or when Mark refused to listen to Cecil, if their entire dynamic is just living in This Place or not getting jump-scared by a man teleporting in your own home with a Task.

BUT WHERE IS GUILTY ASF MARK? Why is the show actively lying to me but who these people are? Mark is guilty, he is desperately trying to keep himself in control, HE IS A GUILT MAGNET. Anyone should be able to use his guilt against him in some capacity but he straight up ignores two strangers asking for help? Bro should have folded, not have been kidnapped? Mark did not fight hard enough to NOT kill people this season istg, maybe it's my love of whump talking, but bro should be SHAKING at the thought of killing anyone else, or is Angstrum + s1e8 just a foggy little memory? LIKE HUH? Bro should be SCARED of killing people, he should be blaming himself if anyone dies, he should be trying SO hard to control himself (even if that's rage!!!) and finding it harder and harder for a lovely arc! Or his guilt/fear starting to get in his way. Have him train anxiously even, trying to make sure he has COMPLETE control over his strength.

Did we just ???? forget ??? Nolan used Mark to kill people, and Mark straight up had a melt down over killing Angstrum on purpose, if they ACTUALLY stayed committed to how desperately anti-kill Mark is TRYING to be, Mark freaking out over Cecil utilizing known killers would MAKE MORE SENSE. Now, it retroactively makes less sense. It doesn't feel like a, "oh he's getting desensitized and darker", NO. I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS MAN IS. Bring my guilt magnet BACK.

Literally doing anything else with Debbie's parenting with Oliver would make more sense for HER. Like you said, her being so black and white about killing, and (if Mark as properly guilty again), Mark would double down on that. Never kill ever. Instead???? We Have???? Omni-Man's number one fan for ??? No reason ???? There are a million reasons we just went over where that just doesn't MAKE sense? ALSO YEAH ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT ANDRESSA? Her whole baby gone and her husband lied. How does she feel? It, again, I'm sure I'm repeating myself somewhere, doesn't make any sense Oliver never speaks about her or have some tribute to his own planet, like it's such an easy wink to Superman? Like for a show with the concept of Evil Superman + Bootleg Justice League, why aren't there more genuine winks and touches to comic media?

I will rage about Oliver being purple for years.

I cannot imagine the agony of knowing comic book knowledge and the show just pivoting from stuff they set up in their own show, or even the show point out stuff from the comics lol. Immortal insisting that making himself the ruler of a whole ass dystopia is a good idea, and suicide by Mark is SOMEHOW not the coward's way IS CRAZY. Bro had robots automatically give "power back to the people," but couldn't make them kill him if he wanted it so bad? Also remembering Mark but not Kate? Hundreds of wives are a BLUR but random ass teenager you don't even like STICKS FOR YEARS? No for real istg, Immortal is such a violently dislikable character, how did we ruin lives so long everything you love dies? I feel Immortal and Nolan are similar enough, long living, both Guardians whatever, and both had their "just kill me" moment, but I don't quite care because I don't like his ass? I see memes about how he backed Cecil after he was sure Mark left and it makes me cackle omg.

But Immortal is like??? Bro, Mark has put his life on the line at a mere 17 years old to stop his father from killing people, and tasted other people's brain on his teeth for it. Mark justifiably freaking out after he's basically being continuously tased is NORMAL. Did he escalate though? YEAH? But Cecil escalated right back. And again, funny how you invited yourself back when you wanted to? Didn't tell anybody ANYTHING? Like, shut up challenge.

ALSO: We got more from Rae is crazy. Also Kate, it does not help the argument that you left your teammates thinking you died, while taking a vacation/wedding for who knows how long. CRAZY.

And: Honesty such a good point, who do these mfs pretend they have no choices here? They do. Just don't do that stupid thing.

Viltrumites lore drop made sense too mfs killed off a bunch of all and will actively kill off anyone who has a kid too unlike ya, at some point you're digging your own grave idk. Haunted by anxiety/dread of whether something will happen is exactly I will avoid the comics like the plague. I could not tolerate that suspense!

But I didn't like the narrator. At all. They pushed comedy too much, Allen's liners did hit sometimes but not always, and falling flat on joke after joke, at least for me, wasn't fun. But I love Nolan having his "first" friend moment LMAO. Also more people should trick Nolan into doing the right thing lol, STOP AVOIDING EVERYTHING AND START PAYING CHILD SUPPORT LMAO. It did make me unintentionally snort when Mark commented how sad he would look this episode tho, because how can you tell? How? Your eyes and eyebrows are covered and don't move whatsoever. You frown often, how do you know you look miserable and not just displeased???? Eyes are often hidden, and Mark's body language isn't exaggerated enough to always tell what he's feeling as much as the VA is putting his soul into it every time, but maybe I'm being TOO much of a hater here?

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

[yandere-daydreams]

apologies to all of you who know me personally and congratulations to all of you who do not. i am quickly spiraling back into degrees of lewdity hell and i fear this time it may be terminal.

[fbfh]

Imagine topping Leo in a chair?

LITERALLY love you for this. riding Leo in a chair is in like your top 5 favorite ways to ride Leo. your faces are so close together and he can feel every intimate rockwing bouncing squeeze of your tight juicy little hole gripping his throbbing cock like a vise. his eyes are so wide and his grip on your soft hips is nearly enough to leave pretty little fingertip bruises polkadotting your thighs (which he's obsessed with) and your hips (which he's also obsessed with) and your ass (are you sensing a pattern here????) and god everything you do drives him crazy but CHRIST the way you hold his face so sweetly in your pretty hands, so innocent and tender while simultaneously milking his cock for all he's got. and he'll give it to you. Leo will let you ride him in that chair that he can't look at after that without going half mast. he'll let you ride him until he's shooting blanks, until both of your cum drips on the floor, mixing in messy creamy beautiful puddles. Leo will throw his head back in pleasure, panting, chest heaving and giving you the best view of his perfect neck that's just begging to be covered in hickeys and bites. Leo will let you ride him in a chair until he passes out. can't walk. pounding down gatorade and liquid iv to try and rehydrate. and he'll thank you for it.

[risingsunresistance]

sorry him saying he has no idea where the misogyny thing comes from when ludwig just talked about how he sent him a big apology for calling his friend a whore when it was about THE WRONG WOMAN is funny as fuck

i dont think he realizes that the reason no one gives a shit about his apologies and honestly just straight up ignores them is because EVEN IN THE EVENT THAT THEY ARE TRUE he's been proven to lie soooooo many times to the point where you really cant believe a word that comes out of his mouth. he says something and im like "damn maybe i was wrong about that one... i'll look into it" and you get more info and go "oh. he just made that part up. and misworded that. and lied about that part... oh it was actually WORSE than i initially thought!"