#to never think of him again and never dream of him again and i genuinely hope he kills himself for what he did to me and the way he treated

[signanothername]

What do u think of the trope where Blue/Swap joins the bad guy???

I have complicated feelings about it?

I love the trope in of itself, I think it would be a really interesting trope to explore

The problem tho? I never once saw it executed in a way that grabbed my attention or made me actually love the story it was used in

It immediately goes to the “asshole” Dream and Ink and “kind found family” Nightmare gang trope

Which again, if you don’t know, I hate the trope of Dream being somehow an asshole or somehow treating Swap as tho he’s less than him

Ink is a whole different story where the fandom simply villainize him just cause he’s soulless

And the kind found family Nightmare gang is a trope I love, but just like the trope of Blue joining the Nightmare gang, it’s poorly executed most of the time (and I mean, how can you call it a “Blue joins the bad guys” when the “bad guys” are shown to be good guys????)

Like, I opened so many different fics only to be hit with the same execution of this trope over and over, eventually just losing interest bxhxhdhdh

The idea of Swap not being able to “keep up” with Ink and Dream or is somehow neglecting himself to take care of Dream just doesn’t really intrigue me (or even make sense to me)

Like don’t get me me wrong, I’m an absolute sucker for the “Swap is literally the only anchor Dream has left in his life otherwise he’d fucking break down” but I dare say Swap is more than capable of handling it without it weighing him down to a significant degree

This is Swap for god’s sake, he’s literally Papyrus’ personality but in a Sans body, if anything, he’s the one who has his shit together the most and is able to go on with a genuine happy and determined smile on his face, no matter the shit that happens to him, it would make a lot more sense for Dream to be the one to try and catch up with Swap than the other way around

I get that the trope tries to show the limitations of Swap as a mortal compared to Dream and Ink who are both pretty much immortal, but what people tend to do is that they completely twist Swap to be absolutely pathetic just for this trope to work

Which *shakes the fandom* I promise you don’t have to completely change a character up to make a trope work

Like I saw stories that made Blue to be somehow a weak depressed anxious guy trying so hard and is failing and whatnot and I question myself whether that’s even Swap anymore hchcchcjvj

I think the problem I usually see when people try and write different tropes for different characters, is that they try to make the trope make sense, and so they twist the character around to fit around the trope

Which, imho, is ineffective, you should understand the character, and then think of how the character would deal with a certain situation and how that leads to the trope you’re trying to write, one step at a time without having to ignore/erase important personality traits of the character

Of course, that doesn’t mean the trope you’re trying to write can’t fundamentally change the perception, personality, or behavior of a character, but you have to show how it affects the character to such a fundamental degree, show how can the character be heavily influenced and affected in a way that makes sense for said character

For example, I’ve seen people write Swap neglecting to eat cause he’s trying to “keep up” or sometimes Dream and Ink don’t give him the chance to cause they pressure him to go on another mission or push him too hard

Here are some problems I see with this:

- why is the Nightmare gang even somehow attacking every single day? Have they got nothing better to do? Especially with the fact they’re a found family now?

- why is Dream and Ink going out for “missions” every day if the Nightmares aren’t attacking, like damn what are they even doing?? What are these “important missions”?? Since when was Ink so obsessed with “missions”?

- Swap would absolutely not let that shit stand, if anything, he’d be very vocal about it and tell Dream and Ink to sit down and eat his great delicious tacos (Swap’s voice always has power behind it, and his actions are a direct reflection of his beliefs not what others push him to do)

- Ink has a home in the doodlesphere, he wouldn’t even be around enough to push Blue, while Swap has an AU and a brother, there is pretty much no way he’d be with Dream and Ink 24/7, and if he was somehow, you think Swap Paps would let it slide? And even if we go with the idea of Swap not being part of an AU anymore, you think Swap himself would neglect himself just to please others even when it doesn’t align with his own beliefs?

And those are only few of the top of my head, I’m pretty sure if I sat down and thought about this for a few hours, I’d be able to write you a whole other set of problems

Not saying you can never write Swap neglecting to eat, you absolutely can, it’s just needs to make sense for Swap as a character, what would it take for Swap to start neglecting his health? It’s not others pressuring him or pushing him I can tell you that much

So yeah, good trope, not so good execution (for me at least)

I guess I’m way too focused on the logic of it to truly enjoy it for what it is, but then again I always love to complicate things way more than I need to

Not every trope or story has to make sense completely, but I guess seeing Swap be completely made into a pathetic mess with no actual grounds to support it beyond “he’s mortal and his friends aren’t“ just ruins it for me dhdhhdhd

[bokettochild]

Hello! Invitation to rant about Legend since I love hearing what you have to say about him ❤️

*cracks knuckles like popcorn*

Settle back, luv! You've unlocked a ramble!

The thing I love most about Legend is honestly what a sweet person he is, like, genuinely.

He set out on his first journey because he had a dream about someone needing help and determined he would be the one to help her. And ever since then, no matter what, when people are in trouble, he helps. Like, he had nothing to gain, and in the grande scheme of things, most of his adventures? He had nothing to lose either. Nothing he had't already experienced similar at any rate. But he still goes, he still helps, and no matter how tired, or weary, or lonesome, or painful it is, he always picks up his sword and helps because it's the right thing to do.

And like, I know he's not the only one, Hyrule had no stakes either, no reason, but that in no ways makes Legend's sacrifices at smaller.

Like, Legend literally sacrificed everything. He gave up his childhood, his family, his happiness, his piece of mind, any future he had and risked or lost so, so may relationships and friends.

Like, why do we never see his uncle again after the first game if he's cannonically the same Link across his first four adventures? Why is he living alone is most of his adventures? Like, most Links have something, and those that do live alone are mostly adults, but he is most definitely still a kid. Where did Uncle Aflon go?

My personal headcannon is that he struggled so much with losing the innocent baby he raised and finding a terrified nine-year-old hero instead, that he sort of just... handed little Ledge along to the next relative and quietly disappeared. Not for lack of love, but more because he felt the boy he loved was gone forever and replaced. Maybe he believed that, like the old stories warn, his baby was stolen by the kolkiri and replaced with a high-strung changeling child while he was gone.

I like to think Uncle Aflon is out there somewhere, settled down and trying to live a normal life, maybe with a child of his onw by ow, but he can't erase the kid he raised from his mind and it haunts him all the time that he didn't stay, but maybe he's too scared to go back, to answer for it.

And you know that hurt Legend. You know he's totally got some form of abandonment issues from not only losing his parents when he was small, not eer getting to know them because literally all the rest of his family save his grandparents and Uncle were slaughtered due to some stupid prophecy Ganon wanted to present coming true. Like, it's not even just from not knowing his parents; there's a whole culture and lifestyle that the Knights of Hylia likely would have had that he will never fully know because they were all killed in an effort by Ganon to stop his being born.

Legend will never grow up with the kind of family others had because he was forged, from birth, to be a hero. He ever grew up with a full family either, but that meant that he probably has a different sort instead. I like to think the reason that, in all his games, he's so close with the village folk, or why so many people know him, is because there's this sense of longing he's got for a connection to a culture and family he had stolen from him, so he embraces that of those around him and they in turn have always embraced him back. He's a sponge for any sort of semblance of warmth he's lost, but as his adventures went on and he was betrayed more or his need for safety, or trust was used against him to hurt him, he's hardened.

There's a warrant on his head, and in game we see people I the village he probably grew up in (it's right next to his house pities sakes!) reporting him to the guards. There's no doubt in my mind that some were less direct about it, pretending to offer him a place to hide or even a meal, a meal for a kid who's too small to cook for himself and doesn't know yet how to forage, only to try and trap him or poison him when his guard was lowered.

We talk about warriors being betrayed by soldiers as a grown man, but Legend was turned on by the pillage people that watched him grow up, and that does far more damage; he probably never trusts fully. never trusts that others won't him someway, either by causing physical harm or leaving him alone.

Alone like everyone else has.

And like, he really is alone. he's got so many friends in the games, so many allies, but they're all people spread hither and yon, some dead, some ever real in the first place, and others, well... like with his uncle, they struggle with seeing him so changed after every adventure, and while not all leave, it's harder to reconnect with someone who's almost like a stranger a second time, but always so busy you hardly have time to talk.

Yet, despite all this, despite a lack of trust and the fact that anyone could hurt him, might hurt him, might outgrow him, or he them, he still helps whenever he's asked, he still does what is needed. he still gives and gives, and even if he doesn't do it with a smile anymore, even if he helps you up with a hand on his sword-hilt, he's still willing to take that risk because he genuinely wants to help other people.

Like, there is no low you could find he hasn't known. All heroes have probably starved at one point or another, and in other countries he was always as good as homeless, sometimes penniless. He's been there, and he doesn't want that for anyone else. So even though there's always a risk, he'd rather face it to help a person in need than leave them on the wayside like so many did for him.

Forgive my imagery, but Legend's the epitome of "become the good you want to see the world", even if that good comes with a shield raised and expectant at all times of evil around them.

He's a good kid. A scared kid, but a good one all the same.

He's known as "the greatest of all the heroes of Hyrule" by the goddesses themselves, and they've told him as much. He's the one who saves that which people worship. Like, no disrespect to the other heroes, but only Sky has also rescued a goddess, but Legend's rescued two, and a god besides (the Windfish), as well as the goddess incarnates of both Hyrule and Lorule.

His job is literally to protect the people responsible for keeping the world running, the people who are supposed to be able to fix anything and protect all mortal life.

He's not just the hero chosen by the gods, he is the Hero of the gods themselves.

And he still tells peop he's just an average nobody. he still lives in a cramped little house that his uncle left behind, clinging to the only semblance he's got left of a time before he was a hero, of a time where he had a family and never had to be afraid and when he used to be protected by someone.

Just.... as a kid who grew up as the protector, the safe one, and the helper, Legend is my hero, because he is those things as well. Because he somehow remains strong enough for not just Hyrule, not just the gods, but the whole world around him, and eve when he breaks, he only comes back stronger, more determined, and now even Ganon groans and huffs out "you again?" when he sees him.

Legend has seen the most hell, known the most loss, sacrificed every part of himself and what he wants or needs for the sake of those around him, and yet he's still somehow not just standing, but fighting, and not just fighting, but winning.

You just know, the day he eventually does lay that sword down, he's probably going to freaking break. But, I like to think, with all the good he's done, it will eventually come back to him, and the people he's helped will finally start helping him in return when it's hi who needs it most.

And just... yeah. Legend's sharp tongued and wary and he's got these high walls up, but at his core, he's literally running purely on love for those around him, on the hope that they're worth the trouble and that he's not leaving anyone who needs it on their own; he's so full of heart! He's got a heart so pure even Fi is startled by it, that the triforce entrusts itself to him, that even the most annoying assholes eventually become fond of him (looking at you here, Ralph!)

So yeah, I'm a sucker for that heart behind a wall of thorns kinda character, but Legend took that to the max and I thoroughly adore him for it <3

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Dear Lilith,

Some time has passed since your departure. Things have changed around here, for one thing Dad has found himself a new queen believe it or not, and if you could actually believe it, the new queen and my new step mother happens to be the former head exorcist as well as your former husband. What’s even more shocking is that he is ten times the leader than you could ever dream of being. He treats all his subjects the same, including the Hellborn, especially the lower class such as imps and Hell hounds. He also doesn’t command the sinners do his bidding nor rule them up for his own benefit. That’s right I found out about what happened. Not only that but what truly happened in Eden, you truly are sick in the head aren’t you my dear old “mother”. For so long I spent hating someone I thought was a monster but was in reality a victim of your lies and actions. To think once I held you in such a high regard. But the good news is that we are rectifying what has happened and rewriting the book of Hell. That also means making Hell into a better place for not only our family but the sinners as well. Business at my hotel is booming with people who genuinely wish to do better, even if some don’t want to ascend their are some who want to make up for what they’ve done in their lives. And Adam has been there helping me along with my girlfriend and dad the whole step of the way. Of course you don’t care about that do you? Just like you’ve never gave two shits about me! As long as I ascended the throne one day you would’ve been satisfied. Well in that case then, over this past year I have seen him for who he truly is and he has been more loving to me than you ever were. He has helped me and comforted me when I needed it. You never did ONCE in my childhood. To think there was a time I wanted you back as my mother again. Now, I don’t even want you to look at me again let alone acknowledge you as my mother. What I’m trying to say is simple, I hate you and never wish to speak nor see you again

Sincerely,

Charlotte Morningstar

Charlie sighed she looked at the letter, once again. Though Dr. Levi suggested burning it she simply couldn’t get rid of it. She didn’t know why, she just…couldn’t. A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts and she looked to see Adam standing there with a smile

Adam: Vaggie said you’d be up here, it’s almost time to cut the cake so hurry your behind up.

Charlie rolls her eyes and grabs what she came up for

Charlie: I’m coming mom I just needed to get Mal’s gift

She made her way over to her mother who gently put an arm around her shoulders as they walked away.

Charlie: is it weird to think that Mal is already a year old?

Adam: yeah, we’ve been so busy with well EVERYTHING I guess the year just slipped by.

They made their way downstairs where the birthday boy in question was sitting in his high chair with a party hat on with all of their closest family and friends here to celebrate. The moment the little boy saw his big sister and mama he squealed

Mal: Mama! Cha Cha!

The two giggled and went over with Charlie placing a kiss on her brother’s forehead. Charlie: Happy Birthday Mallum, I love you

Mal reciprocated by grabbing a hold of her face and placing a sloppy kiss right back. Right then Lucifer came out with a huge chocolate birthday cake with one large candle to which was lit up. As the lights dimmed Charlie went to her girlfriend’s side and held her close as they all sang happy birthday to her brother. Once Mal managed to blow out his candle everyone got a slice. Charlie watched in endearment and amusement as her brother shoveled cake down his throat and managed to have it all over his face. To which her father and mother gave him both a kiss on the cheek. She sighed whistfully and thought to herself

“I love my family”

The end 💗

Green Eyed Monster

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

@beef-brisket

(this is the au that I was taking about in an ask with things a couple weeks ago)

Charlie was sitting anxiously as screams filled her ears as she waited with her family for her baby sibling to finally be born. Her knee kept bouncing up and down as she would occasionally glance down the hallway to the room where her father and Adam were being held. His screaming filled the entire hospital, no scratch that his screams probably echoed all across the sloth ring where they were. When she said her family, she meant the family that could cross rings. All her aunts and uncles, the sins, were here and of course Vaggie was by her side as she rarely leaves it.

They were all excited over the new heir of Hell finally making an entrance. Her Aunt Bee and Uncle Ozzie were currently trying to make small talk over the screaming along with other random noises in a busy hospital. her uncles Leviathan, Mammon, and Satan were playing cards. Her Aunt Bel was with her medical team in Adam's room doing her best to deliver the baby safely. Obviously, the sin of pride was right by Adam's side comforting and holding his hand as his new child was being brought into their world.

New child

Charlie slightly grimaced at the thought.

Charlie internally: more like sudden child, their announcement literally came right after the honeymoon

Suddenly the screams came to a stop. Her whole family, including herself, went completely silent. After a few moments the screams of an infant were replaced and cheers erupted from the sins. Charlie only winced at the screaming coming from her aunt and uncles, as well as that baby.

Charlie internally: That thing sure does have a pair of lungs

Aunt Bel came out to the lobby, her scrubs having some blood on them. Her dad was not far behind, wearing similar scrubs to his sister. He had a ginormous smile on his face which had grown bigger when his eyes landed on his now eldest.

Lucifer: Char Char! You want to meet your new little brother?

Lucifer took Charlie and they headed into the delivery room where Adam laid on the bed looking absolutely exhausted with sweat pouring down his head. Yet he still had the sweetest and gentlest of smiles on his face as he stared down at the creature in his arms. Her father pushed her forward slightly and she was standing by Adam. Adam slightly looked up to her and spoke in a raspy voice, throat no doubt

Adam: Hey Girly there’s someone your father and I want you to meet

He lowered the blanket where a stark white face that was slightly scrunching up. The newborns eyes were closed

Adam: Charlie this is Mallum your new baby brother

Lucifer: well little lady, what do you think of this little man?

Charlie took a good hard thought about it as she stared down at Mallum and all she could feel was deep resentment

[woofs-silly-ships]

Oh. Oh holy hell

HEAVY WARNING FOR THE HAZBIN LEAKS. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT BE MAD AT ME IF YOU WILLINGLY CLICK ON THIS AND GET SPOILED.

Tw: Mentions of Poison/Angel Dust’s abuse, Aphobia (from Viv and Hazbin, not me. Frick Aphobes or any kind of queerphobe /srs)

This is almost certainly real and that makes me

I think I feel worse than when the Poison leaks happened

And that was bad

Yet I think this might be worse… because at least some survivors do relate to and find comfort in Poison and Angel as a whole. At least people knew he was suffering from and dealing with this abuse. This… people couldn’t have seen this coming.

Alastor and Rosie’s relationship was one of the few actually well written ones in this freaking show. And they just screwed it the hell up

Alastor being owned by/selling his soul to Lilith made so much sense. Of course Lilith would care about his child’s dream, of course she would hide him away in heaven after a (likely) bad fight with Vox, of course if he was in heaven nobody could find him, of course he’d be so fearful of the literal Queen of hell.

If Alastor is owned by Rosie, why the hell would he actually be genuinely comfortable around her as shown in season one? Rosie wouldn’t give a shit about the hotel as well, I’m sorry but like huh??? She has 0 relation to the founders or guests besides Al??? Also there’s no freaking way that Rosie would be able to hide Alastor IN HELL FOR 7 FREAKING YEARS AND AVOID ALL DETECTION. If Vox’s cameras didn’t catch him in a HEAVILY POPULATED TOWN, there’s literally no way some random diner didn’t catch a glimpse of him or something??? And Al is probably on the level below Rosie power wise, there’s no way he wouldn’t have rebelled at some point, even if he lost???

But yeah, I’m beating around the bush here. Elephant in the room time.

The whole song and animation and everything leans WAYYYY too into the aspect of Alastor being Rosie’s pet, and that creeps me out so much. Because it again feels fetishized. Way too reminiscent of pet play and such, which I already don’t like on its own but I’m not getting into that. I wouldn’t even have an issue with it if

1. Rosie was portrayed as an actual big bad and not “secretly silly”, same issue as Val

2. ALASTOR WASNT FREAKING ASEXUAL. AND ROSIE WAS LITERALLY THE ONE TO CONFIRM THAT IN CANON (the “ace in the hole” scene was one of my favorites and now it’s ruined for me. Of course.)

I know k!nky asexuals exist and are completely valid and yall are awesome, and I’d be fine seeing that represented if, you know, ALASTOR WASNT SHOWN TO BE FREAKING SEX REPULSED?? HAVE WE FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE FREAKING

^^^ THIS???

AND GOING BACK TO WHAT I SAID BEFORE: AT LEAST SURVIVORS WHO RELATE TO ANGEL KNEW THAT HE WAS A VICTIM LONG BEFORE THE RELEASE OF POISON AND S1. MANY FELT BETRAYED BY IT AND THATS VERY VERY VALID, BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN FAR WORSE (as in, Addict could’ve never existed, Angel fans including survivors could’ve had no idea of what he was going through before being thrown into the mess that is Poison). THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO FORESHADOWING OF THIS WITH ALASTOR. IVE SEEN SO MANY ASEXUALS LOVE AND RELATE TO AL AND TAKE WHAT LITTLE REPRESENTATION THEY GET IN STRIDE, AND IM SO SCARED TO SEE THEM DEAL WITH THE FETISHIZATION OF THEIR SEXUALITY. THAT WILL HURT ME MORE THAN WHATEVER THE PLOT DOES. IF YOU ARE ASEXUAL AND RELATE TO AL THEN I AM SO FREAKING SORRY FOR YOU, ESPECIALLY IF THIS ENDS UP HURTING YOU AS MUCH AS IT DOES ME /GEN

ALSO, APPARENTLY VIV IS DOUBLJNG DOWN FROM POISON BECAUSE THERE’S SOME CHEERY UPBEAT AH MUSIC BEING SUNG ABOUT ALASTOR BASICALLY BEING CHAINED AND ABUSED FOR THE MAJORITY OF HIS AFTERLIFE AND ALSO BASICALLY BEING SHOVED INTO A PET-PLAY KINK LIKE THING AS AN UNWILLING AND UNCOMFORTABLE (AND ASEXUAL) PARTICIPANT

Urghhh, I’m sorry I just really needed to get that out. Posting this on my selfship blog since it’s more contained and I have 2 Hazbin f/os anyway

Since I’m here anyway, yeah my Hellaverse AU won’t have any of this crap. Alastor will be owned by either Lilith or Roo, whichever one makes more sense when S2 comes out and we see more of Lilith and see if Roo was scrapped or not. Right now he’s owned by Lilith in the AU and his relationship with Rosie is exactly like in S1: genuine and comfortable. I’m sorry but I’m not letting Vic’s awful plot direction here ruin one of the few good relationships in the show.

And I’m sorry if any of this is exaggerated by accident, I’m just, er, very passionate about minorities being disrespected this badly and this is kinda just me dumping my thoughts and rage into writing /gen

On a small but light note, the other clip is actually really cool!! Makes sense for Heaven to have Goitia as well as Hell, and as long as this bird doesn’t turn out Stolas then I’m pretty happy with this :D

[wizardinggirl]

The Snake & The Raven

Summary: Severus has just proposed to you…what do you think is about to happen? *wink wink nudge nudge*

Warnings: I told y'all this would be spicy. There’s sex in here so read at your own risk. I put “***” borders to show where it begins and ends.

Go to the beginning here -> Prologue (1/2)

Last: Part 4 (I will link the next part at the bottom when it’s posted.)

Part 5: Let Me Love You

Word Count: 2.1k

You loved him so much. You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life at his side, but you never thought he’d actually propose to you. You could honestly say you were genuinely surprised. With tears falling down your face, Severus began to fidget under your stare. You must have waited too long to answer. You smile brightly and hold out your hand for him.

“Yes!” you exclaim, and as soon as the ring is on your finger, you wrap your arms around his neck as tight as you can. He stands up and wraps his arms around your waist, holding you closer, his face in your hair. He let out a sigh of relief, bringing his hands from your back up to your shoulder and cheek, pulling you just enough away so that he could kiss your lips with more fervor than you had anticipated. You kissed him back with just as much passion, running your fingers through his hair, then gripped it at the nape of his neck. At that, he let out a growl that shot straight down your spine. You needed him. And by the look in his eyes when you broke the kiss, he needed you too. He smirked at you and before you knew it, the two of you were apparating, ending up at the foot of his bed and his hands were on you again.

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***

The two of you have had sex before, but there was an urgency in his movements, like maybe this was a dream and he wanted to enjoy it before he woke up.

His kisses were heated on your lips and down your neck. He turned you around and tugged you closer, pressing your back into his front. You let out a gasp at the contact. His desire was evident as he grinds into you from behind. His breath was hot in your ear and you mewled.

“Severus…” you let out a breathy moan, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

“Mmm.” He hummed in response as his hands slid up your hips then to your zipper, sliding it down until your dress pooled at your feet. You turned and gripped onto Severus’ robes pulling them up and over his head; he tosses them somewhere on the floor then takes a step towards you, causing you to knock the back of your knees against the bed. As he continues to step closer you scoot back on the bed and he crawls towards you until you’re at the head of the bed, surrounded by his pillows. He crawls on top of you, in between your speed legs and goes in for another kiss, this one much softer than the last. You lace one hand through his hair and the other scratches gently on his back. He breaks the kiss and pulls away to look into your eyes, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “I love you.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too.” You were as sincere as anyone could be and you knew you had to be for Severus’ sake. He didn’t think he was worthy of anything good in this world, and you were determined to prove him wrong. You pulled him back down to your lips for a deep kiss and slowly rolled your hips up into his. He groaned at the pressure. He moved his lips to your neck, leaving marks where he kissed. His hand snuck down to your clothed core where he ran his fingers along your entrance. You felt his teeth against your neck as he smirked at how wet you already were for him and pressed into you harder. You couldn’t help but let out a moan. “Severus…”

“What is it you want, my love?” You let out a huff and tugged on his hair.

“You know what I want.” You felt his teeth on your neck again, but this time he gave you a teasing bite.

“Indeed.” His other hand ran over your breast then around your back to unhook your bra and toss it to the side. The last thing to go was your underwear that he slid off of you slower than you would have liked. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was teasing you on purpose. His lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone then in between your breasts, exploring the newly exposed territory. He nipped at you as he made his way to one of your breasts and took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as his other hand massaged the other. You let out a breath and laid back your head into his pillows. He took his free hand and slid two fingers down between your folds, letting out a satisfied mumble when he did so. He made small circles around your sensitive nub that had you scratching his back just a little harder with one hand and the other gripping the sheets as you mewled under him. He alternated breasts and as he did so he slid those two fingers inside of you easily, causing you to let out a louder moan. He curled his fingers up in you at a slow, methodical, pace.

“Severus, please.” You begged, sounding more needy than you had intended. He let out a hot breath against your chest then brought his lips back up to peck yours before sitting up to slide off his trousers. The sight alone almost had you reeling. He was more well endowed than anyone would have ever guessed. It was a pleasant surprise the first time the two of you were intimate. He gained more confidence as you had assured him it was perfect, and far better than any you had seen. He leaned back down over you and rubbed his head between your folds. You were more than ready to take him and by the look of his swollen head and leaking precum, he was more than ready to take you.

“Say it again.” He commanded while still rubbing against you, agonizingly slow.

“Say what?” You ask, lifting your hips up to press into him. He uses his free hand to hold you down.

“Beg.” He says simply, in a Severus kind of way. Your half-lidded eyes meet his and he nearly looses it right there.

“Please, Severus. I want you.” He leans down to kiss you deeply then touches his forehead to yours as he lines up with your entrance, slowly sliding into you. You’re both breathing heavily as he bottoms out, one elbow resting next to your head, the other hand still gripping onto your hip. You felt deliciously full and let out a sigh as you adjusted to his size. You felt Severus shudder above you. When you looked up to his face, you clenched around him at the sight. He groaned at the feeling began to roll his hips slowly into yours, barely pulling out before sliding back in. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Severus,” you whispered into his ear, his movement faltering “faster.” He pushed himself up to look you in the eyes, a fire burning in his.

“As you wish.” And with that his pace quickens. He puts more weight behind his thrusts than he had before. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan. His hips stilled and the hand that had been resting on your hip is down on your chin, forcing you to look at him before you could ask why he stopped. “Don’t take your eyes off of me, darling.” You bit your lip and nodded, snaking your hands around his shoulders and into his hair for purchase. “Good girl.” At that he resumed his thrusts. It was hard for you to keep your focus on his face, wanting oh-so-badly to throw your head back in pleasure. Once Severus was more confident in his movements he opted for a more brutal pace, slamming into each time after pulling almost all the way out. At this point your moans were practically yells and he loved them. He loved that it was him causing you such pleasure, and he’d be the only one, always. That ignited something else in him, possessiveness maybe. In this moment he wanted to show you, you were his. There would be no doubts. Taking his hand from your chin that had been a barrier keeping you in place, now having to keep your face towards him on your own, he reached down to grab your leg and threw it over his shoulder. Getting even deeper inside of you. One hand yanked his hair while the other clawed into his back. You were determined, however, and kept your eyes on him even as they were trying to roll into the back of your skull. He pounded into you, eyes locked on yours. Gritting his teeth and grunting at some particularly hard thrusts. Neither of you would last much longer at this pace. He slid his hand down to your clit and began to rub fast, tight circles.

“Severus!” You yelled his name, holding onto him tighter if that was even possible. He doesn’t stop. The hand that you had on his back moved to grab onto his arm tightly. “Sev- Sev” your moans became more breathy and high pitched and he could feel you getting close. The look on your face nearly had him coming undone, but he wanted this to be perfect. He would wait for you. That cord of tension suddenly snapped inside of you and you let out a scream, throwing your head back, clawing at his arm and scalp while your heat held him in a vice grip. He could barely keep pace, but he didn’t need to. His hips began to stutter then he released inside of you with a loud groan. He gave you a few more hard thrusts for good measure, feeling you still clenching around him as he did. He collapsed ontop of you, gently letting your leg off his shoulder and back onto the bed. You both panted heavily as you recovered from such an intense high. After a few minutes of silence, your breath calming, you began to run your fingers gently through his hair. “I love you.” You said softly, voice still hoarse. You felt him smirk into your shoulder at the sound then he began to kiss up your shoulder to your neck where his lips lingered.

“I love you too.” His hands came up, gripping your breasts and massaging them softly, continued to suck on your neck. Your heart rate began to pick up, leaning your head back into the pillow, hands faltering as they went through his hair.

“Severus…” you moaned softly. Then whimpered as you felt him slide out of you.

“Yes?” He asks, but continues his ministrations, sliding down your body, lips trailing with him over your breasts, stomach, then to your naval.

“What are you doing?” You ask, glancing back down at him.” His slid his hands under your thighs and spread your legs back apart, kissing the inside of each one.

“There was something else I wanted to try.” He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and it was then that you knew there was going to be far more than one round tonight.

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You wake up to the feeling of the sun on your face as it peeks through the cracks of the curtains in Severus’ room. You stretch out like a car, rolling onto your back and let out a contented sigh. As you do, you catch a glimpse of the sparkling jewel on your hand. You turn it towards you to admire it with a giddy smile on your face. A large hand reached out to take yours, holding it gently. You turn to the side to meet Severus’ eyes and smile brightly at him. You pull yourself to lay the top half of your naked body on his bare chest, draping your arms over him and resting your chin on one of them.

“Good morning.” He says with a deeper voice than usual. Bringing his hand to run through your hair then rests it on your back, drawing small circles with his thumb.

“Good morning, fiancée.” You lean forward and give him a soft peck, he smiles against your lips at the title. His hands slide down to your hips and he pulls you on top of him fully. He captures your lips with his and you run your fingers through his hair, rolling your hips onto his. You had a feeling the two of you would be spending most of the day right here.

Phew that was spicy. Sorry it took so long. I wasn’t sure exactly how to write it and I’m not super confident with the spice but I hope it was okay!

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(I tried to tag everyone but some of you it said didn’t exist :( sorry)

[just-trying-to-fangirl-in-peace]

Just read your thoughts on the effects the Two will have on Sauron and Evil!Reader and Madam I am HERE FOR IT. (also maybe Sauron angsting really super duper hard over dead bae 🥹?)

Another thought I have on separation angst: Sauron mentions in The Two that he dreaded reader getting taken to the Elves’ safe haven made with the Rings, because he might not be able to feel her there. And what if she does get taken there as prisoner at some point, before they make the Two, and the bond just goes... radio silence. Crickets. It’s practically like a vital organ just poofed out of existence for both of them, even though they know the other is still out there.

For Sauron, that anguish translates into uncontrollable rage. His mind is muddled to the point where he can’t make good strategic decisions anymore, and that’s when the Elves outsmart him the most easily, because he has lost his ability to see things clearly and manipulate the situation to his benefit. Without you, he literally cannot think straight.

For you, it’s unfortunately a bit worse, since you’re not a Maia. Your mind is more vulnerable, and the shock of not feeling him anymore is too much to take (this kind of happened when he was killed by Adar too I am touching a bit on that in a current WIP). At first, you’re just angry too, and still your wicked self, mocking the Elves even as they hold you captive and refusing to reveal anything of value about Sauron and his plans. The Elves never resorted to torturing you, but with time they notice that simply keeping you where you can’t feel your husband is a form of torture in itself. You start to see things, to see him, visions created by your mind to fill the void. But your mind is also sick, so it’s not all good things, and every remark from Galadriel or Gil-galad that Sauron doesn’t love you, that he will discard you when he’s done, has wormed its way inside even if you don’t believe it. You’re starting to see only the bad things, only the fights, things like him screaming at you in Kill and make up that you ruined everything. Eventually, there’s nothing left of your defiance, you’re reduced to a mess on the ground, curled in foetal position, sobbing because your mind has convinced itself that your love secretly hates you, that he regrets binding himself to you and hasn’t come for you yet because he’s now finally free of your meddling with his plans.

Galadriel pities you for what you have become. Some of the comfort she offers is genuine as she tries to sway you still, to get you to reveal who has the Nine, what Sauron plans to do next, anything that will help them win the war. To your later fury, you even end up accepting an embrace from her at that lowest point, but even then you never betray him, because at its core, though it’s wrapped up in so much fucked-up-ness, your love for him is genuine and you won’t abandon him even if (as you think) he has abandoned you.

And then imagine his horror when you are finally reunited only for you to be completely wrecked at the sight of him for all the wrong reasons—begging him not to say he hates you again (as he has been doing in your visions) because you can’t bear to hear it anymore, sobbing that you’re sorry, you’re so sorry you’re no good. That’s the next time Sauron sheds a tear after killing Celebrimbor. He is furious at the Elves for bringing you in this state, but also for the first time he realizes he fucked up badly himself. He took it for granted that you always knew through your bond that you are his everything despite the harsh words he threw your way in anger, but now he sees all the damage he has done coming out when the bond was no longer there to reassure you.

Of course, now that you are together again, that rift in your mind begins to mend and you realize it was all just a bad waking dream. But just... that initial reunion of you sobbing in agony and him crushing you in his embrace and opening up his soul to you with everything he has to show you that he loves you, he loves you so fucking much, and the only reason why he didn’t find a way to get to you sooner was because his mind literally did not function properly without you.

Is it still a pretty fucked up relationship? Yes. But this is one of those tragic moments when you get a glimpse of the glimmer of pure sentiment that is at the heart of your corrupted souls.

[viladlind]

oh, that's—

fiyero feels as though his chest could burst with all the warmth that suddenly floods him. all his thoughts about hiding this away from zevran, to keep it to himself so that he can remain close enough to look after him. what were they for again? he would call them good intentions, but it seems that he's blabbered too much anyways. wearing your heart on your sleeve makes lying so terribly difficult.

and this is easy. his face breaks into a thrilled smile, fangs peeking through. both hands come up to touch alongside zevran's jaw, holding him there delicately. his cheeks had dimpled with that gifted smile and fiyero realizes its genuinity. it's so much nicer than the bitter laugh he'd let out, still ringing in fiyero's ears.

' that's not exactly where i wanted your focus to lie, ' he breathes out, amusement tinging the throaty words. all of those feelings rushing through him, all that warmth, it travels up his throat and presses against the roof of his mouth, demanding to be spoken. he thinks he might cry again. tears of glee, for the first time tonight. ' but i do. of course i do. '

as though there was no other option, from the moment they met. like calling it into question is silly, even as a jest.

and as sure as he is of his own feelings, as intimately as fiyero knows himself, he can't help the seed of uncertainty that threatens to sprout. it almost feels like too good a thing. maybe he was the one dreaming, after all, and if he blinks for too long the words will have never been spoken. he crowds in on zevran a little more, head bumping against his, stares up at him through wet eyelashes with a trembling smile. his breathing goes a little shaky with relief.

' you'll make me cry again. ' laughing at himself softly, one hand wiping at his eyes. and still, he babbles. ' nothing could ever make me stop. just as you are, zevran. i want all of it, if you'll give it to me. '

and then, after a beat, quieter. ' you're ... certain? ' where zevran had tried to sound less hopeful, fiyero makes no such pretenses, putting it all out there for the assassin to see. the longing hope, the heavy affection. the love, even if he doesn't say the word, still half afraid that he'll ruin this beautiful thing in his hands.

it is so easy to say words. words float on the air like ephemeral wisps of smoke, no substance, nothing solid to grab hold of should you try to take them in your hands. broken promises are easily made. you can say a thousand things and mean not a single one.

golden eyes settle on fiyero's face, studying, searching for some hint that the tiefling may be plying him with meaningless platitudes. empty promises. useless words. there is no deceit in that clear blue gaze, only gentleness. a gentleness the assassin has rarely known. suddenly his heart feels like it may leap out through his throat.

so this is it, then.

he cannot say he is surprised. it is not a sudden realization with all of the pieces falling into place at once. he had always known, really. the warmth that buries itself in his chest, he has felt it before. with rinnala. with taliesen. is this love? perhaps. he cannot say. but he knows that it feels good. it feels good and he wants more -- every day for the rest of his days, if the gods choose to be kind.

"the things you say," he whispers, with the first real smile he has shown the bard all evening. the tiefling doles out compliments as if they are candy, and it is not the first time zevran has been told he's adored. but it is the first time he takes such sweet words to heart.

"you adore me, is that so?" he does a very good job of not sounding too hopeful, he thinks. "because i feel much the same way. about you."

[alittleemo]

guys I cannot believe I’m writing this but I had another dream abt linkedin boy. I appreciate gods commitment to sending me neon signs but I’m still not going to listen <3

[numiolaes]

i wonder how many people would stop bitching about the writing for this show if they could've binged it all and had at least one scene per episode where someone stated everything explicitly like that one scene w/ satan in futurama

[orcelito]

I'm tired of dreaming about my dad. I know it's part of processing, but I am just so tired.

[ironmanstan]

I am coming to the realization i have been slowly killing myself with work i think oops

[stepfordgoth]

Had another stupid semi-nightmare about my piece of shit brother...... Can he just kill himself already please, so that way at least in my dreams I can be like "wait you're dead this doesn't even bother me" lol

[enobariasdistrict2]

so i googled rachel gatina's fate and.. fuck that? my girl deserves so much more

[ronanlynchbf]

"all this foreshadowing abt declan dying and then he didn't even die" well personally i think declan got murdered dead by mstief in greywaren so. actually 2 me he did die. Badly.

[berryblu-soda]

bruh i started writing a random scene from the end of one of my OC stories and started crying helpp (TvT)!!

[worldwake]

Oh to be my neighbour's kid, practicing the clarinet unabashedly and loudly on the front steps