#v; tragic eclipse

[shiroi---kumo]

We love our tragedies We're both broken in our own little ways We're broken, but we fit together just right You know I saw the black inside your eyes I saw they were eclipsed by mine

[sqlmn]

Misc white haired OCs! (all different plots except Nene/Koko who are brothers)

Eclipse > an ancient being who is in charge of seven other beings who are constantly reincarnated. he exists to rope in some person to gather the seven others and then that person is meant to imprison them/end the cycle but everyone keeps getting attached to the seven and can't bring themselves to "kill" them so they opt to restart their lives and reincarnate them.

Yugo > the unluckiest guy who tries to go to a fortune teller to see if his life will get any better. While walking in her shop, he gets spooked by something and knocks over a crystal ball which releases five souls that then possess him. Now those five can all possess him and control him and he's just like "honestly idk what I expected".

Bryant > only partially white haired but I've never drawn him digitally before and it's so funny to me that his ref is pencil scribbles and notes. He's a god of murder. Named Bryant. And I think that's very lame of him.

Nene and Koko > brother cat spirits who can appear human or as a split-tailed cat. When Koko is a cat, he's soooo fluffy that the human they hang out with dubs him "Snowball" and when Nene gets all hissy over it, the guy is like "awww it's ok you can be Snowflake as a cat" which. Naturally makes Nene more angry. Oh well.

Amira > very side character in a plot and is a blind prophet. Has a brother named Ravi who watches out for her and protects her from social interactions most of the time. Because of this, she's shy and rather inept at social situations. She can pinpoint the topic of her predictions pretty well but sometimes the clarity is harder to see for her if she tries to pinpoint it too much.

[most-tragic-character-tournament]

So,

What a wild ride, everybody.

This tournament went live on July 13th, 3023, and concluded January 1st, 2024. For a long time before, I’d been wondering if I should try my hand at running one of these tournaments, and then I realized we hadn’t had a general tumblr-wide one for tragic characters. I knew that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but I decided to bite the bullet and take the URL. The rest is history.

I didn’t have a set plan, but I figured I could take 128 entries. And then in less than a week and a half, I had ~122. And honestly, I wasn’t happy continuing with just those I’d gotten so far, and thought it’d be unfair if it closed that quickly without warning, so I decided to up it to 256 with a max 2 characters per canon after preliminaries. Only after that did I go on a mad search to find brackets that were big enough for that, and I’d almost given up before I finally found these:

Those are all the characters that made it past prelims and into the competition. Some quite unexpected results came out of these matchups, round after round, and honestly I’d consider the first round to have had the most brutal competitions, because I had tried to do the best I could to match levels of popularity with each other, as far as I could tell. (Yeah, that’s why we had c!Tommy v Jon Sims and Primrose v Jinx.). But even eclipsing all of those, as the weeks went on, we were eventually met with Antigone versus Lloyd Garmadon. Ah, those crazy kids.

At some points it was stressful, in the early rounds when I had dozens of posts, each with edited images and alt text, to prepare for every round, but I never regretted starting this. As of posting, this blog has 2,020 followers and has made over 1,000 posts. This will be the last post on this blog—any future asks I receive I will answer privately back to the asker, or cannot be answered if they are anon—but it will always remain here for posterity. The link below is to the similarly-preserved google sheet compiling every word of every submission this tournament ever received.

I’d like to take this chance to say thank you to everyone who submitted characters, supplied photos, sent in propaganda, reblogged the polls, indoctrinated their teachers into greeklitsweep, and everyone who kept good sportsmanship when their blorbos proved so tragic they couldn’t even win. Thank you to the small group of URLs whom I’ve consistently recognized in my inbox from submissions all the way to finals, thank you for letting me know when a name was messed up, and thank you for your patience in-between rounds. (Shoutout to @elemom as well for having their tiktok on the original antigone/lloyd poll blow up.)

If you’ve stumbled upon this blog weeks, months, or even years after this was posted, I would direct your attention to the tag map in the pinned post to sift through the tumblr history you’ve just uncovered. And I would also be tempted to point at the big sign next to it reciting the nuclear zone warning poem. Lastly, if anyone here or there wishes to talk to me about anything regarding the tournament, you’re welcome to DM @twilight-skies.

There were times when I said to myself this was a one-and-done thing—I was NOT dealing with this again, but….keep a look on the horizon, ya never know.

But until next time, it’s been amazing.

Sayonara you weeaboo shits.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

NASCAR Pantera ‐ First To 300

A reporter sat in a late-night cafe, sipping coffee and attempting to calm his nerves after a high-speed ride with Gary and his Pantera. The deafening roar of the V-8 engine still echoed in his mind, and his hands shook as he held his cup. It was as if he had just escaped from the clutches of the devil himself. Tragically, a few minutes later the devil caught up with Garry Mitsunaga and his red Pantera!

For students of Japanese car culture, the Mitsunaga Pantera that graced the cover of Option Magazine is a significant page of Asian tuning lore, as it was the first street-legal vehicle to achieve a recorded speed of 300 km/h in Japan.

Actual speed was 307.69 km/h on the infamous Yatabe Test Circuit in November 1981, making it the most legendary Pantera in all of Japan. Figuring Yatabe was too dangerous for civilian drivers, and wanting to take the human element of unpredictability out of things, driving duties at this event were performed by professional racer Kunimitsu Takahashi, who is considered the father of drifting.

Yatabe was the preeminent destination for high-speed testing in Japan from the 1960s to the 1990s. However, it was closed two decades ago due to a tragic accident involving Masa Saito, the editor of the tuning magazine Option. After the accident manufacturers started shifting towards more contemporary testing facilities.

Prior to the Porsche-vs-Skyline dreams of the 1990s, the streets of Japan were ruled by the infamous Midnight Club running Pantera's, Firebirds and American V-8s. For those unaware of the Pantera, it is an Italian-American sportscar with a Ford 351 Cleveland engine and were sold in the early 70's through Lincoln Mercury dealerships.

Leading up to November 1981, top speeds were achieved by vehicles such as the S30 Fairlady, tuned by SS Kubo, which reached a maximum speed of 257.60km/h. The fastest imported car, surprisingly, was the Trust Firebird Trans-Am, which recorded a top speed of 264.71km/h. So when the Pantera eclipsing the 300km/h mark it was a huge leap forward and a landmark achievement, becoming the benchmark for all the street racers and tuners to beat.

Mitsunaga was not entirely content. Only a speed above 320 km/h (200 mph) would suffice. It is said that Takahashi advised him against driving the Pantera outside of a racetrack. Mitsunaga disregarded the warning.

Just before the accident, he was transporting a journalist down a 38 kilometer (24 mile) stretch of the Tomei Expressway. With a recorded time of 6 minutes and 20 seconds he averaged 250 KM/H ( ~160 MPH).

Not long after dropping off that rattled journalist, he supposedly totaled his Pantera while avoiding a taxi. They meet their end at approximately 1:40 a.m. on November 28, 1981. Tragically, Mitsunaga died in the accident, instantly.

At the moment of his death, Garry Allan Mitsunaga was already a legend in the Japanese dragstrip and top-speed racing scene. He was an American, born in Hawaii and employed by the Harman Kardon audio group. The company sent him to Tokyo in 1975 to work for one of its Japanese divisions, in sales.

Upon his passing, he was revered as a patron saint of street racing, inspiring countless individuals to pursue ever-greater velocities. Despite his non-Japanese origin, he was a hero to the local community, and his legacy lived on through the Mitsunaga Pantera, a symbol of both the thrill and the peril of this high-octane pursuit. Although the whereabouts of the Pantera are unknown, its engine showed up for sale in 1995.

NASCAR

Mitsunaga's Pantera, was tuned by Masaru Hosoki from ABR, one of Japans most famous tuners. It also featuring a 600hp engine built by Mario Rossi, an American NASCAR mechanic and crew chief for the likes of Bobby Allison and Glenn “Fireball” Roberts. Rossi was also the guy that built the only Dodge Daytona to compete during the 1971 season. It's only race was finishing 7th at the Daytona 500 with a de-stroked Plymouth 340 TA engine to meet the new 305ci engine displacement mandate for the five Ford & Chrysler aero cars during the 1971 NASCAR season.

Rossi has been embroiled in controversy since his involvement in the $300 million drug smuggling scandal that shook NASCAR in 1982. Four days after the 1982 Daytona 500 in Florida, authorities arrested 66 people, including several associated with NASCAR teams, on what has been labeled “Black Thursday.” Among those implicated in the scheme that authorities believe grossed $300 million were owner Billie Harvey and driver Gary Balough from the team on which Rossi was working as a mechanic. Rossi’s role (if any) in the drug operation is unclear – though his own daughter implicates him.

Rossi's whereabouts have been a mystery since his disappearance, with some believing him to be in the witness protection program in the United States. Despite claims of his death in a plane crash off the Bahamas in 1983, the insurance company asserts that the plane in question has been sold multiple times without any recorded accidents.

What’s legend and what’s fact we are unlikely to ever know for certain. What we do know, however, is that Garry Mitsunaga and his Pantera dared to dance with the devil in the witching hour.

[aonungyoufuck]

hi! i hope my request will be okay to you rules but im thirst for smth like this ;

y/n is sully, and mated with aonung (aged up obv)

so in the first part they do yfkyn (smut) and in the second part y/n is pregnant and all alone in the shore bc everyone went to fight with sky people. the birth started but there is so much complication so she end so messed up with so much blood coming out from her v and half conscious. when aonung come back he found her and first he loose his mind he was so scared but then he take her to ronal who need to do all the things like sew her and everything - her condition was tragic.

firstly im so sorry for my english (it is not my first language so yeah) but i decided to write because i see that youre aonung specialist 😂❤️

Ma Baby Ma Baby

Warnings: Obv birth, Some tear kinda gore? Graphic for sure.

Ao'nung (22) Reader (21)

Thank you for the request Anon! Sorry it took me a while since i dont typically write Smut i tried making it up with it some more with the rest of the story (Also i was lowkey coughing up my lungs so excuse my tardiness i hope this was okay!)

Finally. was all you can think about as you felt the stinging pain of the tattoo now being painted over your skin. Sure You dint really need to do this Given your darker complexion and the fact that well you weren't really metkayina well... But that didn't matter. You had stated this is what you wanted for you. For him.

"Almost done don't worry"

Truth be told this was only one Tattoo of many you were sure to have. One of your spirit sister, No doubt later came the mate tattoo.

Just the thought sent shivers down your spine. You had never thought this would happen. That you would be Mated to Ao'nung. Truly no you didn't see this coming.

Had you told yourself when you arrived and hated the poor man's guts. Well You'd probably ask you to drown. However now it was different. He had changed along side you.

"How gorgeous you are"

"Oh stop that i just came to show you" You said slapping his hand off of your hip. No doubt some time later you'd see your spirit sister with one too.

"And yet you take my breath away anytime i see you"

"Oh hush. Do you like it or not?" You asked moving your loincloth just a little bit more to show him fully the full thing.

Feeling his hand stroke your inner thigh and beginning to whisper in your ear. "I do"

"Stop that" You spoke slapping his hand feeling the other now rest on your back and pull you into him.

Now you were not much shorter than him. Not by a lot but right now you felt so utterly small, and in a good way too. Feeling him rub against you, the loincloth now rubbing right above your own.

"Ao'nung stop we cant stop once we start"

"Who said i want to stop" He whispered again now pushing you two down at full force. Him atop you feeling you and you in turn him.

It honestly felt like a bunch of little things were crawling on you with the excitement that you felt.

You two never done anything more than hug or kiss. Never taking it too far. You two knew better than doing anything before mating. But maybe it was time to try something new.

"Ao'nung seriously! Your mother and my father will kill us if we do anything right now"

"Its a good thing your worth it then" He spoke. Kissing your neck and lowering dangerously. Feeling his hand messing with your top.

Jake was a very strict father, It was a blessing he even gave Ao'nung the blessing of courting you. But if this went on any more you were sure you'd lose your mate before he even officially became your mate.

You may as well go out together, you thought now pulling him closer to you. You were thankful that right now it was well past eclipse and no doubt everyone was asleep. So if anyone were to see anything, well it was really their fault.

"It seems even you want this my love"

"Oh shut up"

Almost like messy teens trying to get something from each other. You two messed around with the knot of each other's loincloth. before Finally being expose to one another.

You couldn't help but avade looking at him. Before he placed a hand on your cheek making you turn to him. "Look at me my dear"

Taking in a gulp the air now thick with a tension you had only ever heard of. Looking at him fully. His tattoo on his shoulder wrapping around to his back and little over his peck.

"No need to hide now, dont you think"

You smiled letting him feel you. And you in turn touching him.

"May i ?" He asked looking down to your core. If you weren't high on the emotions you were sure you would have slapped him away to not look. But right now you didn't care.

You chuckled now going to sit at his lap. You wetting him and him in turn causing a friction you so desperately wanted right now. Kissing him. So desperate and yet so gentle.

Both your breathes becoming labored as you smelled each other. Kissing his head and then his collarbone before looking into his eyes.

"Take me as you see me"

He took in a gulp. Feeling you. Seeing you and tasting you. It was all he ever had dreamed of.

And with a prayer on his lips he guided himself to your core. The feeling engulfing you two as he bit your shoulder to hold back a growl that he had been holding.

Now exactly nine months later here you were standing and waiting for Ao'nung to return. Just like you had predicted Your parent's weren't pleased to know you two had laid with each other. Not that you had admitted to.

Actually you had a whole four months to prepare for your ceremonial bond. But Ronal wasn't stupid neither was your mother. Neytiri was talking to jake when the suspension came on. You had been eating too much and so she asked Tsahik to make sure of it.

Sure enough your parents. Especially Jake was beyond furious. And by default you two had your ceremony much sooner than expected.

Now To say Jake and Ronal were the only ones who were furious was an understatement. It really felt that Tonowari, Tuk and Tsireya were the only ones that were happy.

Bless Ao'nung for handling your family.

Unfortunately that short lived bliss of being mates was interrupted. Roa had been found dead with her calf. Now you all stood watching as your father told them to warn the Tulkun. You couldn't move. You weren't allowed.

You just waited watching as Lo'ak and Neteyam were now arguing.

It all happened in a flash. You were in the arms of Ao'nung, and then the next you were asking him to be safe in bringing your brother's back.

Taking yourself into your pod.

You prayed. The pit in your stomach now hurting as you felt your breath hitch. You still had a few months to go. But it felt painful suddenly.

"Eywa please please let this fear leave me" you begged. Hand on your stomach as you couldn't even hear the horns sound.

War didn't just hurt those to went to it. Soldiers bled but the innocent stay and suffer that pain.

The silence of the village was what alarmed you. You were completely alone. Perhaps the stress? The emptiness of it all but you felt your water break.

Panic seeped into your heart. It was far too early. Too dangerously early and you were alone. Nobody in sight. Without even thinking you let out a cry unbeknownst to you calling your Ikran 'Ana.

You didn't even know what to do. All you remembered was what little you had learned from Ronal and your mother. You thanked 'Ana for being ever so patient as you pulled at her face and held her there while you went into the water.

Let Gravity help

That's all you were told was your best of friends. And so you did. Feeling 'Ana Grumble and growl along side you. Perhaps too she was scared of what was happening.

You felt the sting. And then the shooting pain. You began to push on instinct too But that sharp burning pain didnt stop. Looking down at the water you saw red.

Blood. A lot of Blood

'help'

it was the only thing on your mind as you finally felt the relieve of the growing tension ease.

But that wasn't the end of it. Yours lungs ached and the bleeding was getting so much worse. Looking at 'Ana you looked at her finally.

"Please..get mom"

That's all you wanted letting her fly off. You looked down again. Placing your hand down to feel. An open wound. And the head of your babe poking out.

Screaming again as you began to push. Feeling yourself get lightheaded. You looked to the open sea. Cries. War. And you were all alone delivering your babe by yourself.

Begging, Silently praying to Eywa as you felt your legs shake.

Ao'nung along side Tsireya was now dragging back a wounded Neteyam. He made a promise to bring your brother's back. Jake Had told him to take him back to shore and that's what he did.

His people Some wounded and some not so much. Some being dragged. To the safety of his mother's healing pod.

And that's when he saw you. He was so sure he didn't let you anywhere NEAR the battle. He was so sure he didn't see you there. But there you were.

He was one of the very first few people back. And there you were laying on the shore. The water around you red.

"Ao'nung!" Tsireya yelled now taking Neteyam in her arms as she saw him run to you.

So much blood. So much blood. Dragging you he saw the cord that now left your legs and he began to search the water. Scared. Terribly scared, frightened to his core to think that something happened to you or the babe.

And then he brought the small thing up. Its movement now erratic before he let out a shrill cry. He wanted to be happy. He wanted to be so happy

But this babe was so so small. So terribly tiny. And you were bleeding.

"Go take her to the pod! Go" Tsireya yelled again struggling to drag ao'nung but noticing some people coming back.

Ao'nung didn't think he just picked you up and placed the babe in your arms as he took you to his mom's pod.

Now he was no healer. But his mom had taught him how to stop the bleeding So while she would take a while to get here He could do what was the best for the meantime.

Jake now stood in front of the pod where you were being taken care of along side Neteyam. He was both thankful and yet Furious with himself that he let this happen.

He looked at his son in law. his face a distant memory of when he let home tree fall. A loss and yet being so lost in thought.

"kid?"

He didnt respond possibly to shell shocked as he waited

"Hey it'll be alright okay?"

"Will she be alright?" He asked like a little kid. Looking at his family and then Tonowari both parents dealing with having to protect their kids.

Before he could speak. Ronal opened the veil of the pod looking at all of them and then her son. "she's alright"

"and Neteyam?"

"He's alright as well. Hasn't woken up yet but is stable. Come" She said stepping aside and letting them all in.

You kept looking at the ceiling. As you had been the entire time you were conscious. Ronal having to stitch you up and while painful it wasn't as traumatizing and enduring labor alone.

You saw Ao'nung and then your father. And that's when you began to cry. You had been so scared and you were terrified as Ronal had not said a word about your baby.

"Shh its okay. Its okay sweet girl" Your father said stroking your head as you couldn't help but cry.

Ao'nung holding your hand before he felt his mother tap him on the shoulder. A small bundle. Barely the size of a healthy babe in her arms.

"He is tiny. Premature. But he is healthy" She spoke watching as all your family now surrounded her and watched.

She was right. Such a tiny little thing.

Ao'nung smiled. Kissing your head as he just held you. "healthy my love healthy"

You couldn't help but laugh a little through your sobs as you felt ronal lay the small thing on your chest. Sure now came the path of having to care for such a premature babe. But you were just glad all that pain. All that panic was worth it. Because as you two stared at your little son. It made it all worth it.

"Welcome to the family little one" You heard Neteyam say next to you. and Oh Eywa. Was it the thing you wanted to hear after hearing your babe cry too.

[gaybd1]

I’ve lost control of my life it is now 2:30am

(Chris watches Twilight Eclipse for the first time)

Okay fuck it it’s 12:30 am let’s start the annoying love triangle one (I’m guessing)

All I know about anything for the rest of the franchise is bella and Edward will be married and she’ll become a vampire either before or after that and also they will have a creepy baby but I think all that happens in the last book so NO guesses for this movie

At least the budget and therefore quality seem to be getting bigger/better each time

Another cheesy quote from Bella to open us out aight

Like idk she’s a student and I feel like students shouldn’t gotta worry about this marriage shit? Not in high school

It should be illegal to get married before 25 when your brain finishes developing btw

They’re both gonna be so annoying aren’t they, her with wanting to turn and him with wanting to get married, just kill me now

Anyway are they gonna finally resolve that one crazy lady vampire issue from the first movie bc that was really such a tiny problem to drag our

So is it jacob or jake what does he prefer

The music is a little better (so far) at least

Oh fuck not Edward controlling Bella’s movements and friendships GET AWAY FROM HIM BELLA

I get that Charlie has beef w Edward like girl same but also I feel bad for Edward lol

Mom sees that Edward is creepy too

Bella’s lying out in the sun but still just as pale okay

So jealous of T-shirt quilts

Dramatic ass vampire family nothing ever changes

Just get rid of this red hair chick so we can move onto the Vampiric Council villain plot

Teamwork!

More annoyed about Edward wanting to save Bella’s soul now that I know it’s Mormon propaganda tbhhhh

The thing w the Jacob v Edward drama that I never understood all those years ago is that they’re BOTH bad people!!

I still say they’d make a killer polycule

But I do love the “Edward is my boyfriend, Jacob is my best friend, and they’re jealous of each other”

Loving the lady werewolf

But how many are there now it seems like Too Much

Oh imprinting got it cool

WAIT I SWEAR I saw somewhere that Jacob ends up imprinting on Bella and Edwards daughter?????

Anyway at least lautner is kinda losing the accent at this point. Makes him less annoying

Unresolved Victoria plot, unresolved volturi plot, and now someone new???

Cross-species teamwork to help protect Bella how cute

Loving the historical flashbacks actually, I’d love a movie on the lore

WAIT FUCK jasper is SOKKA in that awful shyamalan avatar movie I’m sndkldjdsjkslskshdhdjdkd

JACOB why would you kiss her she just said she doesn’t love you I hate every man in this franchise

Clueless Charlie is pretty great

Rosalie has been nothing but spout straight up facts this entire franchise so far

Wow what a terribly tragic backstory though damn

So amused that they keep talking about defeating newborns lolol

Why would jasper know more about them than anyone else? They’ve all been newborns at some point? Is it bc he’s the most recently turned?

Oh good, explanation

Oh NOW he has an accent? lmao

Since when does he control emotions, have we seen that yet??

Ugh Jacob just DROP IT

Hahaha the father-daughter talks are so good

Listening to Debussy in preparation for seeing depussy nice

Oh DAMN he cockblocked himself. The damn Mormon influence again

It DOES make sense with the era he’s from etc etc

I just know the fangirlies were going crazy in the theatre w this whole sequence

oh NOW she says yes okayyyy

Okay seriously why is Jacob allergic to shirts

Cuddle for warmth. Classic fanfic trope oh all THREE of them should cuddle

“I am hotter than you” wow the fan girls are losing their minds

Anyway like we all know I stan rpats but he IS a goofy looking guy and I am constantly surprised he got cast for this role

Jacob doesn’t know how not to be a creep Jesus

Nice convo Jacob and Edward now kiss

But anyway that was actually super boring

Are they not even gonna SHOW the battle lmao

This movie feels super long am I wrong?

This fake ass snow

He’s literally making her say she loves him grossssss

What is any of this for like she’s less than 30 minutes of screen time away from marrying Edward right?? What was the ENTIRE point of that Jacob kiss

I actually do like how chill Edward was about it though lol

That is NOT Bryce Dallas Howard why doesn’t it look like her

What’s with the metallic clanking sounds when they die

This would be a great time for bella to get hurt and have to be turned, just saying

Oh DAMN did Bella use the trick from the werewolf story nice

Lol I had no idea vampires were so flammable

No idea what just happened to Jacob tbh like he doesn’t LOOK hurt

Why did they have to kill the girl jesus

The second movie was a gay allegory but this one is a trans allegory for sure

ok so yeah that’s another one done I guess lol

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[ktwritesstuff]

Kashmir (a stranger things fanfic)

Title: Kashmir Fandom: Stranger Things Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Eddie x plus-size femme reader Word Count: ~5000 Summary: First time with Eddie. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl. Additional notes, tropes, and content warning below the cut.

Notes: Our beloved Eddie was taken from us too soon (and in my personal opinion a victim of regular old bad writing). I could not sit idly by and let our boy die a virgin so here you have it: a soft and sensual first time fic; explicit but not too kinky. Tropes & Content Warnings: anti-fatness (alluded to,) first time, love bites, oral (cunnilingus,) orgasm denial, p-in-v, thigh-riding, witchy shit

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face / And stars fill my dream I'm a traveler of both time and space / To be where I have been

You assumed–perhaps naively–that Eddie kept a condom in his wallet for the same reason you always carried a tampon: because you never know.  That was really the theme of the year, after all.

Like that guy Billy Hargrove–an absolute Neanderthal for the short time you had known him–dying last summer saving a bunch of kids from that horrific Starcourt Mall fire, which was both utterly tragic and completely fucking weird.  But all the more reason to seize the day–life was short–and you wanted to lay down your v-card before it was too late.  

You and Eddie had been “official” for almost a year.  Even longer if you counted the time you made out in Reefer Rick’s boathouse when the whole Hellfire Club tried acid after Eddie failed his senior year the first go-round.  (Eddie usually did, but you insisted the relationship actually started when he finally asked you on a proper date.)   Even though you didn’t know what would happen after graduating, you trusted Eddie more than anyone; it just felt right.  

There was a lunar eclipse coming–a blood moon–Eddie promised to take you to an out-of-the-way spot he knew where you could moon-gaze in peace.   You had read every pulp romance in the library; you were as ready as you’d ever be.  This was your moment.  You hadn’t told Eddie explicitly that you had christened him The Chosen One to finally divest you of your maidenhead, but you had certainly left him a trail of breadcrumbs.  

Last week when you snuck out to the picnic table in the woods behind the football field between periods to make out.  You hiked up your skirt and straddled his thigh, grinding against him and moaning in his ear as he peppered your neck with kisses and gentle love-bites.

“Feels good, mama?”  Eddie murmured in your ear.  You panted something approximating agreement as you rocked against him.  

Eddie had one hand on your back, the other gripping the meat of your ass–you could feel his rings leaving indents in your soft skin.  Their mate was safely nestled between your breasts, hanging from the leather chord you wore around your neck.  You probably could have worn it on a finger, Eddie’s fingers weren’t much bigger than yours, but wearing it around your neck felt more feminine and special.  

You sealed your mouth over his.  You could feel his hard on pressing against your leg where it was tucked between his and traced circles against him with your knee to see how far he’d let you go.

“Careful,” he warned, patting your leg between soft, wet kisses.  “If I cream my pants, I’m gonna miss Zelinsky’s big test and wouldn’t it be tragic for me to be cramming for my GED next year without you.”

You sighed, sitting back, making some space between your bodies.  Eddie laughed, noticing the dark patch you had left in the torn denim of his jeans.  

“Are you marking your territory?”  

You grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer with a sharp tug.  A growl rumbled in your chest as you snapped at him, baring your teeth like a wild thing.

“Point taken,” Eddie cleared his throat.  “Left leg.  All yours.”

On the big night, you left your parents a vague note that you were staying over with a friend and Eddie picked you up in his beat up Chevy van.  After a quick stop for gas and snacks, the two of you drove just outside of Hawkins, up the big hill overlooking Lover’s Lake.  For a spot that was mostly used for drug deals, it was actually kind of nice.  

Eddie cut off the lights but left the radio on as you opened the back doors of the van, spreading the quilt you had brought out in the back where the bench seats had been unceremoniously ripped out to make room for amps and other equipment for Eddie’s band.    

“So when’s this party getting started?” Eddie asked, looking up at the sky with his hands on his hips.

“We won’t be able to see the total eclipse in this part of the world,” you explained, taking a seat in the back of the van.  

“The Farmer’s Almanac said the moon would be entering umbra around 1 AM our time.  That’s when we’ll start to see the shadow.  As long as these clouds don’t get in the way.”

“We’ve got some time to kill, then,” Eddie said.

He slipped off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders like a cape before sitting down beside you on the bumper.  You turned your face into the lapel of the jacket, breathing in the comfortable, familiar scent.  Eddie always smelled faintly of pot and the vanilla extract he dabbed on his wrists to try to cover it up mixed with old leather and clove cigarettes.

At least the stuff he smoked smelled a hell of a lot better than the shit he sold the ramp rats who always stank up the stairwell behind the art room.

You had tried pot a couple of times, but it always seemed to make you more anxious instead of less.  Apparently different strains worked better for different people, but at the end of the day you figured it wasn’t worth burning your throat all to shit to find the right one.  Eddie had offered to make edibles, just as soon as Wayne fixed their oven, but you both knew that was never going to happen. 

“You can smoke if you want,” you said.  “I don’t mind.”    

Eddie shrugged, leaning back on his elbows, legs swinging off the back of the van.  He reached over to brush his fingertips up your arm.

“I’m always high when I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes and Eddie cracked a smile.

“Cheese-ball.”   

You found your Twizzlers in the convenience store bag and tore open the package. You pinned one between your teeth, letting it hang from the corner of your mouth. Eddie chomped at the air beside your face, trying to catch the long end of the Twizzler while you nibbled it to a smaller and smaller nub.  You giggled as his efforts became more exaggerated and ridiculous.  As you sucked the last piece between your lips, Eddie gave you a soft kiss and put his arm around you. 

You weren’t afraid anymore to say you were built like the noble hobbits, who valued good food and good cheer above recognition and hoarded wealth.  Eddie was taller–but not too tall–all long limbs and sharp angles.  He wore mostly dark colors–heavy jackets and metal jewelry and, while you had certainly relieved him of a few of his more comfortable t-shirts, you still tended to favor a softer look: colorful crystals, lacy shawls, and long skirts in earth-toned florals.   And yet somehow you always fit together: the town freak and the village witch.

“Did you bring your cards?” Eddie asked, leaning back on his elbows.

“Always,” you replied, digging through your bag for your tarot cards wrapped in silk organza. You had carried them everywhere since the day Eddie had given them to you.

You shuffled them deftly, which had taken a great deal of practice for your small hands, and held the deck out to Eddie with one hand.

“Cut.”  

Eddie ran his fingers down the gilded edges of the deck lifting up a stack of cards, holding the bottom card up to face you.  A horned winged figure crouched over a man and woman–who bore a passing resemblance to the Lovers–in chains.  You rolled your eyes.  The Devil.

“I know this guy,” Eddie said, holding the card up to his face and sticking out his tongue.  “You can really see the family resemblance.” 

“Stop it,” you nudged his shoulder playfully.  “The Devil represents the dark parts of our psyche–the things we’re taught to reject or hate about ourselves.  If you try to hide it or push it down, you get stuck, you feel trapped, but if you learn to work with it, you bring your shadow back into the fold.”

You took the cards from Eddie’s hand and began to re-shuffle.

“Is that what they teach you in witch school?” Eddie asked.

“Carl Jung,” you frowned.  “You really did bomb Zelinsky’s test, didn’t you?”

“D+” Eddie rolled his eyes back in his head.  “Would have done better if I wasn’t so distracted.”

Eddie bushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your neck as you shuffled.

You stopped when your intuition told you it was time and lifted the top card off the deck.  Another of the major arcana, number 13: Death.  This time Eddie burst into laughter.

“What the fuck is wrong with us,” he said, leaning into you.    

“Nothing,” you said.  “It’s not literally Death.  It’s about change, transformation, letting something go, so something else can take its place. I love this card.” 

You held the card out in the hazy moonlight, your other hand still resting on Eddie’s head as he leaned his cheek against your bare arm.  You loved being this close to him.  

“You know in D&D, when you have to choose between two paths–the party can’t decide so you flip a coin.  When you see it lands on heads or tails there’s a split second where you feel excited or disappointed and you suddenly know what you wanted to do all along.  It’s the same thing with tarot.  How does it make you feel?  And what are you going to do about it?  The magic is inside you.”

Eddie plucked the card from between your fingers and replaced it on the top of the deck as he pressed his mouth close to your ear.  

“What if I already know what I want,” he murmured.  

From the front of the van an unmistakable guitar riff thrummed through the speakers as Robert Plant crooned.

You liked Eddie’s music, though you were still pretty far from a bona fide metal-head, given that you considered Stevie Nicks a personal style icon and had Rumours on repeat every day after school since 5th grade. Still, there was something undeniable about the electric crescendo of guitars and bass that you could feel tugging in your chest. 

You placed a hand on Eddie’s head as he kneaded your breasts, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat.

“Hey Eddie,” you said, tugging on his shirt to get his attention.  “Eddie.”  

He paused, looking up at you, his eyes a little glassy.  You waited for them to focus on your face.

“Do you want to have sex?”

Eddie blinked, sitting up with a jolt.  “Wait, seriously?  Right now?”

“Yeah,” you stammered. “I mean, not if you don’t want to.  I just thought–”

Eddie raked a hand through his hair, making part of his fringe stand on end.  His formerly languid limbs now vibrating at attention.  

“No, I want to,” he said.  “It’s just…I’ve never…actually gone all the way before.”

“Oh,” your lips parted with a sigh.

You were surprised, but not shocked.  Eddie had been your best friend since freshman year; if there had been someone before you, you probably would have heard about it.  You had put ‘older and more experienced’ on your ‘Pros' list when weighing your options, but now that you were confronted with an alternative, you thought it being both your first times made it even more special.

“Me, too,” you added, encouragingly

“Yeah,” Eddie said, sitting back on his heels, shrinking into himself.  “It’s different for guys, though.  Don’t you think?  I might be bad at it.”

Eddie didn't show vulnerability easily; he was all hard on the outside, soft on the inside. There was something special about him admitting to being unsure. It made you feel even closer to him. 

“You masturbate, right?” you said.  

“That’s a little different, babe,” he said. 

“Yeah, but what do you imagine doing?”

A blush was rising up under the collar of his shirt, turning his ears beet red.

“Do you think about me?” you prompted.  

A little muscle in Eddie’s jaw twitched; that was a yes.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you slid your fingertips down his arm.  “I want to know.  What do you think about?”

Eddie crossed his arms, looking out the darkened window.  You reached out to touch his face, coaxing his gaze back toward you. 

“That we’re in love,” he said.  “Some place nice–not in my shitty van.  That I make you feel good.”

“Oh, Edders,” you took threw your arms around him.  “You really are the sweetest.  I’m happy being here with you–that’s what matters.  And if you want to make me feel good, I can show you how to do that.”

You reached up your long skirt, shimmying out of your underwear and tossing them aside.  Eddie moved between your legs as you laid back on the quilt, supporting yourself on your elbows.  He slid his hands up your legs, gathering your skirt up over your knees.  A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked down.  He looked so thoughtful and serious; you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What?” he said, leaning over, pressing his face close to yours.  “I’m just taking it in.  I fuck this up, I might not get a second chance.”

You could feel his breath on your skin.  You knew Eddie well enough to understand that he was just as hungry for approval and reassurance as everyone else.  You took his chin in your hand.

“Eddie,” you said.  “I want this.  I want you.  And the only way we’re gonna get good at this is if we practice, right?”

Eddie softened against you.

“Here, give me your hand.”

You moved his hand between your thighs, guiding his fingertips between your soft folds to the bundle of nerves at the hood of your clitoris.

“Right here,” you said.  “Make circles right here.”

You sucked in a ragged breath as Eddie traced his fingertips around your clit in slow, careful circles, guitar-string calluses rough against the sensitive nub.

“Is that okay?”  he asked.  

You nodded with a soft moan.  

“Feels good,” you breathed.  “A little more.”

Eddie nodded, biting his lip in concentration, pressing a little harder, a little faster.  You put your arms around him, moving your hands across his back.

“Just like that,” you said, arching into him.  “Don’t stop.”

Eddie relaxed.  His nimble fingers kept up the rhythm as he returned his attention to kissing you under the ear, down your neck.  His free hand slipped under your shirt, sliding up your belly, squeezing the roll of flesh padding your side ribs.  

While the tension coiled like a serpent in your low belly, you did your best to unbuckle Eddie’s belt and open his jeans with shaking hands.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, catching your hand before you could shove it down the front of his underwear.  “Can I go down on you?”

You blinked hard, considering the proposition.

“I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m willing if you are,” Eddie said, punctuating each phrase with kisses across your collarbones.  He paused to look you dead in the eye.

“I want to know how you taste.” 

“Shit; yes!”  you gasped, perhaps a little too enthusiastic. 

Your breath hitched in anticipation as Eddie slid back, lifting your ankles as you settled onto your back.

“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home,” Eddie chanted, tapping your ankles together above your head. 

“Eddie!” You shrieked with laughter.  “Focus!”

“I am shutting right up,” Eddie agreed, hitching your knees over his shoulders as he lowered himself down between your legs.

He pushed your shirt up under your breasts, placing a trail of kisses across your belly.  

“Shit,” you gasped as he dipped his tongue into your naval.  “That feels weird.”

Eddie paused, resting his chin on your belly as he looked up at you with his giant chocolate-brown eyes.  “Do we like weird?”  

“I think so,” you nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder, steadying yourself.  “It’s kind of intense, right?”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I will,” you said.  “You too?”

Eddie nodded, pushing himself up enough to kiss the inside of your knee.  His mouth traveled down, opening his lips to press his teeth against your thigh.  His eyes flickered to your face to see if you would protest before he bit down, not hard, but enough to leave an impression in the delicate skin. 

You closed your eyes and took a breath.  Eddie’s van smelled like stale beer and sweat mixed with Tide detergent and your mother’s Calvin Klein perfume still lingering on your old quilt.  Your heart was pounding; it felt like there was electricity buzzing under your skin.  It was all too intoxicating.

Eddie brushed his fingertips along your tiger-stripe stretch marks, holding your hips with his face pressed against your groin, his mouth open, his tongue trailing hot and wet across the underside of your belly, moving lower and lower. 

You reached your hands down his back, feeling his ribcage lift with each inhale.  You gasped as he pressed his tongue into you and barely managed to stop yourself from accidentally boxing his ears with your thighs.  

“Holy shit,” you sighed, running your fingers through Eddie’s hair to ground yourself back into your body .  

You could feel his nose pressed up against your clit as his tongue explored your opening, tentatively at first.  You resisted the urge to pull on his head, needing more.  

“Can you–um–make your tongue wider?” You panted.  You knew it wasn’t much of an instruction, but the sensation changed as Eddie followed your lead.  “And more up and down.”

Eddie hummed an affirmation as his tongue trailed up the expanse of your vulva as you saw stars. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, your head falling back against Eddie’s leather jacket, still bunched up under your head.  “Don’t stop.”

Eddie placed one hand over yours where they were still tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Sorry!” You loosened your grip, but he wrapped his fingers around yours, closing them tighter.

“Okay,” you agreed, tugging gently.  “Say when?”

You pushed Eddie’s head a little harder against you, carefully watching for signs that he was ready to tap out.  Just when you were having serious concerns over how hard Eddie’s nose was pressed against your pelvic bone, he lifted his other hand to give you a thumbs up.  His tongue moved in long steady strokes over your clit.     

The sensation was incredible.  Even better than you imagined; somehow relaxed and vibrant all at once; the knot of energy coiling tighter and tighter at the base of your spine.  

“Eddie,” you moaned.  “God, that’s good, Eddie.”

“Say that again,” Eddie said, extracting himself from the dense brush padding your mons just enough to be audible.

You smiled to yourself.

“Eddie,” you called, louder this time, your toes curled in excitement.  “I’m close, Eddie.  So fucking close.”  

Eddie hummed against you, sending warm vibrations up the length of your spine.  You squeezed your eyes closed; red sparkles danced behind your eyelids.

“Fuck!  Eddie!”  You let out a long sigh as the bundle of energy in the deepest part of your core finally unfurled.

Eddie popped up from between your thighs like a daisy.  His hair was sticking out at odd angles, a tangled mane around his face; his mouth and chin glistening in the dim light.

“Did I get it?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement.  

“You definitely got it,” you assured him with a laugh, realizing his button nose was bright red and still a little squished.

“First try!”  Eddie pumped his fist triumphantly.

“Come here,” you ordered, grabbing a fist-full of his shirt to pull him up, pressing your mouth over his. 

It was a little surreal, tasting your own salty-sourness on Eddie’s lips and in his mouth.  You felt hot and swollen and wild and strange.  

“I want to do you,” you said, grabbing the waistband of Eddie’s Levis.  “Can I?” 

“It’s, uh, kind of a one-and-done thing on my end,” Eddie cleared his throat.  “At least it takes a bit to get warmed back up for the encore.”

“How long do you think?” you asked, rooting the convenience store bag for a can of soda, cracking it open and taking a long drink to cool your throat.

“Half hour,”  Eddie said. “Maybe a little more.”

You paused to consider.  It really wasn’t that long, after all, you had planned a whole night of star-gazing, but you didn’t want to wait.  You felt ravenous.  

“Thirsty?”  You held your drink out to Eddie.

“Yes, please.”

Eddie took the soda and gulped it down, tossing the empty can aside. 

“Okay,” you sat up, brushing your sweat-damp hair off your face.  “Do you have a condom?”

Eddie nodded 

“I think we should do it,” you said.  “All the way, right?  Let’s just fucking do it.”  

It seemed strange to tip-toe around the words now.  But what were you supposed to call it “real sex?”  As though what Eddie had just done to you, for you didn’t count?  

“I think I’m ready.  I want you inside me.  I’m fucking soaked,” you said.  “Do you need me to do anything for you?”

“You’ve done enough,” Eddie said, pulling you into him by the neck and kissing you hard.  

You giggled against his lips as he toed off his shoes, letting them fall to the ground outside the van doors.

“She’s laughing,” Eddie said, sliding out of his jeans.  “I’m taking off my pants and she’s fucking laughing.”

“I’m happy,” you said.  “I’m laughing because I’m happy!”

Eddie fished his wallet out of his now discarded pants, digging through it for a foil wrapped condom.

“It’s been a good run, buddy,” he announced, tearing it open with his teeth.  “It’s your time.”

Eddie slid his checkered boxers down past his knees to roll on the condom and you stopped to look.  Without much to compare it to, he seemed a respectable size.  Not huge, but that was quite alright with you.  From what you knew about trying to work more than three fingers inside yourself, you had never understood the girls in the locker room proudly declaring that their boyfriends were hung like horses. 

Eddie was your Goldilocks, always just right.  

“Like what you see,” Eddie noticed you watching and pulled a face, hands on his hips, erection bobbing.  “I have to say it’s a titty bit nipply.”    

With anyone but Eddie, you’d be horrified by the showboating and spectacle, but Eddie made everything easier.  

“Can I be on top?” you said.  

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded.  “You got it.”

Eddie exchanged places with you, laying down on the blanket.  Despite his bravado, you could feel him tremble a little as you knelt over him.  

You freed your top from where it was tangled up under your boobs and pulled it off over your head.  

Eddie rested his hands on your thighs, stroking them lightly.  He sighed as you unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders and setting it aside.

“Best seat in the house.”

Eddie slipped his little finger through the ring hanging from your necklace and tugged gently, guiding you down into another long kiss. His tongue moving against yours, exploring the roof of your mouth and the insides of your cheeks. 

You reached down between your bodies.  Eddie gasped as your fingers found his cock under the draped fabric of your skirt.  You bit your lip in concentration as you guided him to your entrance and slowly lowered yourself down.

You stopped, feeling a sharp tug.  Your muscles clenched.  You gripped the back of the driver’s seat with one hand and took a deep breath, willing your pelvic floor to relax.

“Here,” you ordered, grabbing one of Eddie’s hands and placing it on your breast.  “Touch me here.”

Eddie let out a low moan, his face scrunched up, cute little wrinkles creasing his nose as he palmed your breasts.

You moved Eddie’s hands as if they were your own, no performance or hesitation, guiding them over your breasts, your throat, your stomach.

It felt strange, reveling in being touched on the parts of your body you had always been told you should be ashamed of.  But it was impossible to be ashamed with Eddie.  He never expected you to be quite or make yourself smaller.  He always made enough space for you to be fully yourself.  

You lowered your own hands to Eddie’s chest, comforted by the warmth of his body.  You sank a little deeper.  You felt tremendous relief when you realized your weight was resting fully on Eddie’s hips. No pain, just firm pressure, verging on discomfort, but still somehow pleasurable.   

“Is that good?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’d say that’s pretty fucking good,” Eddie stammered.  

You walked your hands up from Eddie’s chest, placing them beside his head, leaning over him.

“You like it?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, biting his lip, pressing his face into the soft skin of your breasts.  You whimpered softly as he traced circles around your nipples with his thumbs.

“You?”

“Yeah,” you said.  “Feels kind of…full or stretched.  I think I just need a second.”

“You take all the time you need, babe,” Eddie said, his voice sounding tight, like after smoking too many cigarettes.   

As you felt the tension of your inner walls release a little more, you walked your hands back toward your knees, experimenting with lifting your hips and lowering them back down.   It felt new and exciting, but didn’t measure up to the wave of arousal you had felt with Eddie’s tongue on your clit.   

“Shit,” Eddie ran his hands down your body, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.   

Emboldened, you lifted yourself up, moving toward standing on your knees and dropped yourself back down. 

“Christ, that’s good,” Eddie gasped.

Eddie pressed his eyes closed, as you moved against him.  You felt a sudden wave of gratitude for your own body and the pleasure it could feel; the pleasure it could give.

You laughed, body pitching forward.  You noticed a phenomenal gripping sensation as you rocked your hips forward and back. Like grinding against his thigh in the woods, but deeper, more of a push than in and out.

You had taken months to prepare for this moment.  You had read every book you could get your hands on and eavesdropped outside the girls’ locker room before cheer practice. 

Hell, you had even loitered outside Family Video for an hour waiting for Steve fucking Harrington to take his break so you could sneak into the adult section of the store.  Robin had given you the side-eye–you couldn’t really blame her–but she was no narc. 

You thought if you had all the information you would know what to do, but now that you had found your rhythm, you found yourself relying on pure instinct.

“I’m close,” Eddie warned.  

“Not yet,” you whimpered, feeling the tension building deep in your core.  “Not yet.”

Judging from the look on Eddie’s face, your pleading was not helping the situation.  Just when you were certain he couldn’t wait for you any longer you reached between your bodies, pressing your thumb hard into the base of his shaft just above the balls.

“Fuck!” Eddie shouted.  Loud.  “What kind of Jedi mind trick was that?” 

You were worried you might have hurt him, but Eddie’s good-natured teasing put you at ease.   

“Patience is a virtue,” you offered him a polite grimace.  

Having bought a few more minutes, you shifted your weight forward, lowering yourself down. Eddie ran his hands up your back, placing one hand on the back of your head, moving the other to hold your face as he bucked his hips up into you with slow but insistent strokes.  

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he panted.   

You whimpered, digging your nails into Eddie’s shoulders.  You could feel the tension unfolding inside you as your inner walls clenched around Eddie’s shaft.

“That’s it,” you sighed, riding him through the sensation.  “You feel amazing.”

Eddie’s face scrunched as he reached his own unimpeded climax with a deep moan that you could feel deep in your core.

Your body felt supple and relaxed as you rolled over to lie down beside Eddie.  The breeze coming from the lake felt cool against your sweat-damp skin and carried the smell of wet grass and pine resin.  

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”  Eddie panted, turning his head to meet your gaze.  “Cause I’m pretty sure I just saw God.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, smacking his arm gently.  Eddie chuckled.

“You’re like a sex prodigy,” he said, turning onto his side.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you said.

Eddie put his hand on your shoulder, meeting your gaze.  Just outside the sky was still overcast, but the moon entering umbra cast the earth in a pinkish glow.

Eddie took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Hey,” Eddie said.  “You know I love you, right?”  

You nodded.  “I know.”   

[aegor-bamfsteel]

What do you think about Ashara and mystery surrounding her? Do you think that Brandon Stark was lover?

GRRM probably based Ashara’s appearance on that of Elizabeth Taylor—as they both had long dark hair and “haunting violet eyes—with him saying in a 2014 interview about her 1952 version of Rebecca of York in Ivanhoe that “She was the most beautiful woman in the world. I think I was nine years old when I saw that movie. How could you not fall in love with her?” Ashara is known to be very beautiful…and that’s it, even by the man who claimed to be in love with her. We know she smiled and laughed, that she danced with some knights at Harrenhal, she was a lady companion to fellow Dornishwoman Elia Martell, and then the rest gets muddled. Barristan claims she was dishonored at Harrenhal, Catelyn thinks she may be Jon’s mother, the Daynes think that she and Ned fell in love at Harrenhal, Cersei posits that she killed herself because Ned took Jon away from her after slaying Arthur. Like Lyanna, who she was as a person is eclipsed by the mystery surrounding the character (is she Jon’s mother? Did she and Ned fall in love? What happened to her alleged baby if it wasn’t Jon? Her body is never found, so maybe she’s still out there, maybe in disguise as a septa?) but unlike Lyanna, we never get a story that clarifies her personality (Ex: the Reeds’ story of her defending Howland or Ned remembering how she reacted to Mya Stone). Which is annoying, because there’s mysteries around several posthumous male characters—Rhaegar, Daemon Blackfyre, Aegon V, even Hoster Tully and Bl00draven technically—that don’t prevent them from having personality traits and actions that don’t involve romance/someone’s sexual interest in them. Consequently fandom has done most of the heavy lifting in crafting a personality for her…which I can’t say I like their interpretation, because there’s no evidence she was a “love them and leave them” Femme Fatale just because she danced with some guys at Harrenhal, a few men thought they were in love with her, and she might’ve had sex with one resulting in a pregnancy. The idea that she committed suicide either out of grief for Arthur (which if she is dead, I’d prefer) or because her lover died/abandoned her and maybe her child died is upsetting; as I’ve said before, I hate when suicide is used without an attempt to take it seriously (see GRRM’s SSM on Shiera and how he depicts the suicides of Helaena and Jaehaera), and just like he sexualized Naerys’ “nearly emaciated” body due to her frequent fasts, that she jumped off a tower out of grief is held up as a tragically beautiful/romantic ideal by even her family. Hence why I like the fan theory that because her body was never found, she’s still around and there’s a possibility she’ll be an actual character with personality. Idk if there’s any direct evidence for that, though.

I did mention this in an ask about Barristan’s thoughts on Gerris Drinkwater, but it’s possible that at least Barristan thinks Brandon was her lover. We don’t get any interaction between them except Ashara danced with Ned once Brandon asked for him. However, Barristan still harbors antipathy toward the person who “dishonored” her at Harrenhal and noticed her looking at Stark, but in AGOT he seems to respect Ned…so maybe it wasn’t Ned who was the Stark who she had sex with, but Brandon, who in the same novel it’s pointed out by ex lover Barbrey that he was never shy about taking what he wanted. That’s kind of sad if it were true, because Ashara seems to have cared a lot about her rumored lover, and it doesn’t seem like Brandon would’ve returned any deep feelings. I’ve always had a soft spot for N/A because I like that a shy kid was willing to go all the way the most beautiful girl around, and those two were gonna have a Vegas wedding until war came and tore them apart…but that it doesn’t detract from N/C, as they built their love through their family and home. Now I don’t think N/A is likely given Ned’s radio silence about her, but I don’t hate the idea. B/A I dislike, even though circumstantial evidences could point in its direction. At the least, it’s good speculation fodder for the baby swap that resulted in Aegon VI.

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How would you write an AU where Casca still retains her sanity after the Eclipse r*pe?

I feel like in that scenario you'd kind of have to give her a dual protagonist role at the very least. Like if I could write anything I just wouldn't have her dramatically raped and she could die or live and remain a secondary character, but if you're going to make the focal point of the climax of an arc her dramatic rape, well, now a big chunk of the story ought to be about her in the aftermath in order to even come close to justifying it.

Ugh though the big problem is that Casca's reaction should also be rage and lashing out imo, but Guts already has the market on that cornered, and unless we're changing like 80% of his characterization lol it'll just feel redundant.

So idk, I guess Casca could get the more mature personal healing arc where she makes new friends and does things that fulfill her and help her grow and come to terms with her trauma (becoming a hero or something, whatever), while Guts acts out on her behalf and ends up looking even more dysfunctional by comparison, essentially making them foils of each other. Not my preferred gendered dynamics at work, but it's hard to work around Guts' whole character there lol, and it could still be fun and interesting depending on how it's done.

Or, come to think of it, maybe you could even have a short arc where they're both v strict parallels who lash out in anger and go on apostle hunting sprees (say Casca gets a magic weapon or something, whatever), and then they start developing in opposite directions as Casca matures and Guts does not. I wouldn't really suggest Guts growing past his anger while Casca does not because that would require Guts moving on from Griffith and losing the homoeroticism, which is a sacrifice I'm unwilling to make, even if the trade off is Casca being a fucked up mess lol.

Ooh wait to get more specific - say Guts has the behelit and Casca gets the armour, and her arc is learning to control it by reaching a place of yk, emotional well-being where anger stops being a temptation, while Guts' arc ends with becoming an apostle a la the ghosts taunting him with the prospect of becoming like Griffith in chapter 118. I do feel that in an AU with no Millenium Falcon arc for Guts, him eventually using a behelit to become an apostle much like Zodd could be a fitting tragic end. He'd need a whole arc to establish despair and a sacrifice (could be Griff though) but yk, I feel like it's telegraphed at the end of the Black Swordsman arc so it's not inherently ooc, it's just not the direction Miura ended up taking. But in an AU it could work.

SO yeah, I guess I'd say give them the twin protagonist treatment where their respective responses to the trauma act as foils to highlight healthy/unhealthy ways of coping.

Thanks for the ask!

[dangermousie]

Is there some kind of primer on the Novoland series's? I've been thinking about dipping my toe into the pool, but there's so much info online that I'm not sure where to start or what I need to know before starting lol it's a bit intimidating...

Why would you need a primer when you have me, your friendly neighborhood obsessive?!

Basically, not sure how much you know about it, but Novoland is basically a shared world a bunch of authors play it. So shared species, georgraphy etc but you don’t need to have seen any other dramas to watch any further ones, sort of like you don’t need to watch any other dramas set in the Ming Dynasty to watch a particular drama set in that dynasty.

There have been four dramas and a movie released so far. From my most fave to least tho I like all of them.

Novoland Eagle Flag - loosely based on a series of novels by one of the two founders of the Novoland universe. It’s basically a drama perfectly tailored to my fictional preferences, which means it’s gorgeous, grim, and full of noble, conflicted and angsty characters. It’s smart and fierce and emotional and has a crazy attention to detail in things like battles and costumes. It’s high fantasy-ish (it’s not fully high fantasy imo). 56 eps (cut down from original cut of 68 that I would kill to get my hands on.) Some people didn’t like it because of its grimness/angst (so it would depend on whether you are an angst junkie or not; it’s not Royal Nirvana level of relentless pain, but it’s often tragic) and had fits about the ending but I thought the ending was fitting and liked it. (But I often like endings fandom has fits about; if you need spoilers, pm me.)

Trailer: https://youtu.be/M-ATw-s-zc8

Tribes and Empires Storm of Prophecy - taking place in a different part of the world/different time than Eagle Flag, with no character overlap. Based on a novel by the other founder of the Novoland universe. It is also the most visually stunning drama you are likely to see, unless you watch The Longest Day in Chang’an from the same director in which case they are neck and neck (side note - Chang’an is not part of Novoland in any way; but I still highly recommend it.) It follows a huge cast of characters but its mains are three men - a despised half-spirit prince, a warrior thrown out by his noble family because they believe he’s cursed to end the dynasty, and a barbarian warlord seeking retribution against the bloated empire. It is AMAZING. It’s 75 eps so if you want fast paced, probably not the drama for you, but I find it so dense and resonant and rich that I don’t mind it. Fandom had fits about the ending (it ends in medias res) but I didn’t mind because it was so so so good.

Trailer: https://youtu.be/NzyNqyACPg0

Novoland Castle In the Sky - if the other two are grim epic fantasies this one is basically a shoujo manga come to life. A young girl with a destiny; a powerless winged emperor. Unlike the other two, this clocks in at a slim 28 episodes. It’s much better than your run of the mill web romance/fantasy however for two reasons - the visuals are gorgeous and Zhang Ruo Yun who plays the male lead. He has since become a sensation thanks to Joy of Life, but he’s always been a complete scene stealer and he does it here. The script, while no masterpiece, is surprisingly solid for this type of drama. This one has two released endings - one tragic that had all the fandom lose its mind. The other one happy. Pick your own adventure. I will say that in light of Castle in the Sky 2, the happy one is the one that is the “real” one.

Have a MV: https://youtu.be/xWmX6mzkW6M

Novoland Castle in the Sky 2 - you do not need to have watched Castle 1, but it follows the adventures of the daughter of the OTP from it. She is the new empress, is in love with a magician, etc. It’s cute and Jeremy Tsui is a treat for the eyes, but I haven’t finished it yet. Everything I’ve read indicates the angst ratchets in the second half and I can’t wait.

MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJAS2iVne4M

The movie is Novoland The Castle In the Sky Time Reversal. I haven’t seen it yet (I am not as big on movies as dramas) but it does look pretty. It’s the most tied to another entry in the series out of the bunch because it’s the story of the hot uncle from Castle in the Sky 1.

MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQfzUrdRiT4

The two upcoming Novoland dramas are:

Novoland Pearl Eclipse, starring Yang Mi and William Chan, two of my huge faves, and rumored to come out in the summer. Trailer looks epic:

https://youtu.be/CfJ43yn3Flw

Novoland Princess from Plateau, starring Peng Xiao Ran and Feng Shao Feng, no trailer yet, but she marries him for revenge and he for schemes but they fall for each other for real, tragedy ensues.

Happy watching whichever one you choose! And if you choose none, happy watching whatever it is you do choose to watch!

[shiroi---kumo]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Those eyes were not the eyes he so adored....

That wasn't an encounter he ever wanted to have. It wasn't supposed to go that way. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. He didn't - he knew him but he didn't. How is he supposed to go back to Gaudium knowing that he did? His Excellency asked him to kill him but he knew he couldn't do it. He knew he couldn't harm in any sort of way that would actually last. He knew even sending something so tremendous as the Silver Etude barreling his way that the man of Black Winds wouldn't simply stay down...

That wasn't how this worked.

The man survived a deep slumber of over a decade and the only signs of wear to his form were that of tangled hair and the dirt that accumulated on his skin....and such things this lone moonlit Misterican worked tirelessly to tend to whenever he could sneak out to do so. Even at the risk to his own life. Even at the risk of the punishment he would receive for doing so. Time and time again over endless years did the swordsman rush out whenever he found the ability to do so, just to make sure that the gun mage didn't wither away into his surroundings.

This wasn't what was supposed to be happening. Did he truly not remember their lives? Did he not remember Seejvariil? Something was wrong. Did his Mist fail to heal his body while he slept? What was going on? They were - Rorahm-Vahree was supposed to wake and then they could run off together while they formed a plan on how to attend to the beast together.

They were supposed to be together.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This wasn't how it was supposed to go and he needs time now before he can go back to Gaudium and face that beast to be dealt the punishment he'll receive for not slaughtering his Other on sight but he also needs time before he can face Black Wind again, because he needs to know if the man truly has forgotten.

Orthrus' twin maw drawn on him - it must have been a nightmare. It could have only been a nightmare.

The sound of heavy boots striking down against the dirt pull his attention and he's turning to see a body of black and a face framed by burning red. Deep oceans fixated on him and he feels his lips pull out into a sad sort of smile as brows turn to stitch themselves upwards. See? See he came to find him so they could talk this out. Surely it had been a ruse to through the enemy off their trail.

That beast was much too clever.

So jade peers over his shoulder as he half turns to face the man behind him.

"There you are, My Sun. Tell me what's the matter, so I can help you fix it."

||| @kazeofthemagun has found his mark....

[yugiohvrainsymbolism]

Yugioh and the Blood Moon

This one is specifically mentioned in Yugioh Arc-V and VRAINS, but there are also cards referencing the red moon or blood moon in some way, whether it is the art or name (red eyes, etc.).

What does it stand for and where does it come from?

As we’ve learned from the series, in VRAINS it is meant to signal something bad happening. People are scared of the blood moon. There is actually more symbolism behind it: It is referencing a part of the so called Book of Joel.

The claim of a blood moon being a sign of the beginning of the end times originates in the Book of Joel, where it is written "the sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes."

Could this lord possibly be Bohman, who would become divine, when combining all the Ignises power, as he becomes a god? Is it Z-arc in Arc-V?

This doesn’t seem to be too far fetched, as VRAINS is leaning on The Devine Comedy by Dante and Prometheus, which is something I will later on describe more detailed. Arc-V is leaning on Buddhist Cosmology and Shintoism, for those who didn’t know.

The blood moon also is prophesied in the Book of Revelation chapter 6 verses 11 – 13, where verse 12 states, "And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood."

6 seals, like 6 ignises?

 4 eclipses in a row are known as ‘Tetrad’. Some people claim, that every Tetrad was followed by originally tragic events, which were followed by triumph in some way.

In Yugioh VRAINS the blood moon often appears before a tragic event happens, for example, right before Earth dies in episode 75 or when Windy injured/killed his partner. The 4 eclipses could reference the 4 Yu-Boys and tragic events in Arc-V too.

Source: #1, #2, #3

[c-stress]

My Ultimate Taekook Fic Recommendations!!

This will be my ongoing list of Taekook fics that I really loved  reading and want to share with you guys ♥

A few things beforehand:

All of the following fics will be completed.

I don’t take any credit or responsibilty for any of the following fics.

In this household we support Bottom!Kook.

Please enjoy~~

He Tells Me, “Stay If You Can” by vestals

It takes Jungkook three years to realise two things: 1. He certainly is not straight 2. He is very much in love with Kim Taehyung

#friends to lovers #canon/non au #coming of age #bottom kook #experimenting #8k #ao3

pulling shapes just for your eyes by aeterisks

The number one rule when you're a producer on a show like Miss Right, Taehyung thinks, should be do not fall for the bachelor.

It's such a shame Taehyung has never been good at following rules.

#reality show #producer tae #bachelor kook #secret relationship #switch tae and kook #hot #110k #ao3

The Blood Donor by IncubusRose

A series of kidnappings and killings has led the world to the astonishing discovery that vampires have been living alongside humans for centuries. And it seems they're just as bloodthirsty and twisted as ancient lore makes them out to be.

So when Jungkook finds himself the victim of a kidnapping that's perhaps not as nefarious as he initially thought, why is nothing the way that he thought it would be?

Now he's been roped into helping a sick, red-haired vampire against his will. But the more he explores and discovers in this new world, the faster and harder he falls into Wonderland.

#vampire tae #human kook #kidnapping #no stockholm syndrome though #bottom kook #fluff #violence #ot7 #hate to love #97k #ao3

you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be by aeterisks

He has seen Taehyung smirk, smile seductively, smile cheekily, grin lazily, but nothing like this. This, Jeongguk thinks, is what happiness must look in Taehyung.

(He tries to ignore the way his chest pumps when he sees it, and the urge to see it again once it’s gone.)

#club owner tae #dj kook #rich tae #fwb #fuckbuddies to lovers #misunderstandings #tae has issues #bottom tae #27k #ao3

Suit & Tie by Wontonz

Taehyung and Jeongguk really shouldn't have been partnered together.

#CEO jungkook #CEO taehyung #bottom kook #both are the best in their job #rivals to lovers #25k #ao3

Eclipse by Bangtanbananas

After the tragic death of his parents, Jeon Jeongguk hated werewolves.

The last thing he ever expected was to fall in love with one.

#werewolf tae #werewolf hunter jk #slow burn #bottom kook #fluff #mating #big fight in the end #ot7 #91k #ao3

As You Are by taekover

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest private investigator in Seoul at 23 years old, with over a hundred solved cases under his belt, does not do favours.

Well. That's what he says.

#fluff #funny #private investigator #5k #ao3

War of Hormones by C_Stress

When Jungkook left the house that day, he just wanted to dance for a bit, not getting it on with some (hot) stranger...

#basically pwp #tattooed tae #virgin jk #bottom kook #one night stand? #3k #ao3

Sugar...daddy? By whatspoppin-yoongi.tumblr

Jokingly but also totally not jokingly putting an ad out to find a sugar daddy seemed simple enough. He never expected people to respond though…

Being rich was all he knew, and so help him god, he wasn’t going to turn out like all the selfish people that surrounded him.

#social media #pictures #texting# sugar daddy jungkook #side yoomin #tumblr

Bubblegum Bitch by snowmoney

Jungkook is but a simple delivery boy; the last thing he needs is a high maintenance fake boyfriend.

#fake relationship #tae in heels #model tae #falling in love #misunderstandings #bottom tae #dislike to love #33k #ao3

Snowflakes by IRINEL

Taehyung falls in love for the first time, right when the first Snowflake kisses the ground. As, a Single father, Drown in responsibilities & pressure, he finds his strength in a pair of Doe eyes, exactly a week before Christmas Eve. In a pair of Doe eyes, belonging to a simple country boy - named Jungkook.

Visiting Jimin's grandmother didn't seem like a good idea from where Taehyung was standing. Especially after her daughter's_Taehyung's wife's sudden disappearance, leaving the young man with a Five years Old Son, a bunch of responsibilities, his parents' '"I told you" looks and of course a letter reading "I can't do this anymore". But if he knew what was waiting for him from the start he would never, ever waste a single second to head to the small Village.

#aged up tae #aged down jk #age difference #jimin is taes kid #he's the cutest #bottom kook #orphan kookie #christmas #fluff #angsty #happy ending #slow burn #27k #ao3

whatta man (good man) by aeterisks

Out of all the kinds of blogs Jeon Jeongguk could have run, never in a million years Taehyung would have expected him to have a porn blog.

(Or, Jeongguk runs a porn blog and Taehyung not so accidentally finds it.)

#college #social media #fluff and smut #crack fic #friend to lovers #bottom kook #7k #ao3

Working Conviction by rix

How their trust evolves to go from from Jungkook pointing a loaded gun in Taehyung's face to Taehyung binding Jungkook down and fucking him till he can't see straight.

#mercenary kook #mercenary tae # enemies to fuckbuddies to lovers #smut #guns and violence #bottom kook #9k #ao3

Read All About It by jvante

A star football player and an aspiring journalist fall in love, and make headlines everywhere.

#college au #life through the years #football star tae #writer jungkookie #established relationship #bit angst in between #happy end #bottom kook #realistic description of a relationship #40k #ao3

Cage Match by golden(SlimeQueen)

Taehyung knows he likes the rush of adrenaline that comes from fighting. He likes his knuckles split and stinging, heart pounding in his ribcage, the rush of blood in his ears. Jungkook is new to it all but all he knows is that he likes Taehyung.

#fight club au #hate to love #bottom kook #pining jk #choking #kinky smut #violence #20k #ao3

Just Two Dudes Being Bros by micmicbunjin

"So you two aren't dating?"

"Nah, man, we're just best bros. I mean like, if I was gay, and that's a very big if, then I would be on my knees right now sucking his dick. But I am very straight, so Jeon's dick is nowhere near my mouth."

Jeongguk nods convicingly. "I like pussy."

Namjoon puts his face in his hands and screams.

#gay panic #bros to lovers #denial #college #bottom kook #excessive use of the word bro #7k #ao3

New (Newer) Rules by jvante

Step #1: Don't get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with.

Failed step 1.

#bottom sub kook #sub/dom #kinda pwp #humiliation #lingerie #cock stepping #hate to fuckbuddies to lovers #hurt jungkook #108k #ao3

A crow will not pull out the eye of another crow by taetaeggukie

"If you killed me you'd let go of the only chance you've ever had to find your soulmate." That smirk was annoying Jeongguk to no end, he was close to pulling the trigger, but the man deserved something worse than a bullet to his head.

"By now you're only spitting out lies in hopes to be able to save yourself." Jeongguk was the one smirking now. "You know nothing."

"You'd let Kim Taehyung just slip through your fingers like that?"

- in a world where your soulmate's name is written on your wrist, Jeon Jeongguk blindly trusts a pirate captain V in order to find his soulmate and doesn't realize he might fall in love sooner than expected

#soulmates #pirates #bit angst #kidnapping #enemies to lovers #bottom kook #pirate tae #crew bangtan #13k #ao3

whisper me all your secrets by noekkin

Series of prostitute jk and rich man tae who just likes caring for the younger

#cute af #prostitute kook #bottom kook #caring tae #26k #ao3

Sugar and Spice by kkozumes

Jeongguk can't deny that he's attracted to Taehyung. No, he realised he was attracted to him as soon as his car pulled up by the side of the road. Jeongguk appreciated a handsome face and Kim Taehyung was beautiful to him. What he didn't expect however was for the beautiful man with the expensive car to take him back to an equally as expensive apartment away from home, give him new clothes, allow him to stay and then ask if Jeongguk wanted a sugar daddy.

#sugar daddy taehyung #daddy kink #fluff and smut #poor jk #sub kook #bottom kook #23k #ao3

Spy on Me by C_Stress

Jungkooks dad gets killed by a mercenary and he swears to get revenge. What he didn't plan though, was falling in love with said murderer.

Or

When you find out you not only moved in, but fell also in love with your mortal enemy.

#mercenary tae #hitmen au #fluff and smut #flatmates #bottom kook #cute kookie #violence #friends to enemies to lovers #17k #ao3

My Daughters Teacher by Staerrykookah

Jungkook is the single father of a 5 year old named Asami. Taehyung is her kindergarten teacher who thinks the little girl is cute but her dad is cuter.

#kindergarten teacher tae #father jungkook #top kook #falling in love #aged up #5 year old daughter #cute #wattpad

So, pancakes? By Captainotp

„He thought I was a top.“ Jungkook all but whined, hiding his head in Taehyung's chest. „Well what else is new?“

Jungkook struggles to, like, get it, because everyone thinks he's a top, and his roomate Taehyung is more than willing to help. That's it that's the story.

#friends to lovers #bottom kook #roommates # fluff and smut #soft kook #4k #ao3

you the one that I dream about all day by locks

Taehyung finally convinces Jeongguk to do the boyfriend tag/boyfriend does my make up tag.

#soft boyfriends #established relationship #youtuber tae #boyfriend does my make up #domestic fluff #shy kook #nicknames #5k #ao3

The Give and the Take by JKDoYouLoveMe

submission | səbˈmɪʃ(ə)n | noun [mass noun] 1. the action of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person. ~ domination | dɒmɪˈneɪʃ(ə)n | noun [mass noun] 1. the exercise of power or influence over someone or something, or the state of being so controlled. ~ Young and inexperienced college student Jeongguk thinks he is a dom. His older and considerably more experienced roommate Taehyung is quite determined to show him that he is, in fact, not a dom. Drama ensues.

#sub kook #dom tae #college #roommates #friends to lovers #more like friends to fuckbuddies to lovers #degradation #humiliation #jk is a brat #subspace #tried rape at one point from another character #57k #ao3

Sing me to sleep (I can't fall without you) by HesterAntoniaDracolas

They call him demon child and think him a monster. He must be, they say, to have survived down there.

Jungkook thinks it’s because the demon actually likes him.

And maybe if you asked him, just maybe, he would admit that he likes him too

#demon tae? #jk is afraid of tae first #falling in love #sweet #8k #ao3

tenacious d in the dick of destiny by jhopeg

In the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, Taehyung and Jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase "sex sells" to good use.

#social media #use of pictures #college au #bottom tae #pornblogger #41k #ao3

tats'n'thots by Deaths_Impala

“Jeon Jeongguk, hear me out.” Taehyung says with a grin. “I feel inspired, and I want to work with you, so how about this: let me tattoo you in any way I want, free of charge – with your input of course.”

#tattoo artist tae #tattooed jungkook #aged up #life through years #smut #bottom kook #cute af #12k #ao3

say you'll stay by ChocolateKookie

Jungkook and Taehyung meet at the beach and they spend the summer holidays falling for each other, but they both know that their romance has an expiry date.

At the end of August, Jungkook is supposed to have gone back home, halfway across the country, so Taehyung expects to go back to school and continue pretending to be straight, as if nothing's changed; playing up to his role as the jerk who's never had a serious relationship. He doesn't know what to do when Jungkook turns up at his school and expects them to pick up from where they left off.

or: the BTS Grease AU that no one asked for! in which Jungkook is Sandy and Taehyung is Danny and they just want to be able to be together but Taehyung is still in the closet which makes things complicated.

#grease au #sandy jk #danny tae #secret relationship #bit homophobia #tae's deep in the closet #cute cute cute #300k #ao3

my guy pretty like a girl (and he got fight stories to tell) by hunnydews

He's dressed in another black sleeveless tank top with deep cuts on the sides, showing off his canvas of a body and all the intricate tattoos he has to offer. His pants are black and fitted as well. He forwent the bandana tonight instead his shaggy brown hair is falling into his eyes. They look like opposites of each other, yet complimentary somehow. Jeongguk likes it.

--

Alternatively, Jeongguk wears lots of pastels and pink and loves to draw. Taehyung is practically inked from head toe and is in a band. Taehyung broadens Jeongguk's musical horizons and shows him what love is supposed to feel like.

#bamf jk #crossdressing kook #tattooed tae #tae's in a band #past abusive relationship #fluff and smut #healthy relationship #artist jk #falling in love #69k #ao3

Mileage May Vary by rix

Jeongguk is a stripper with a penchant for trouble. Taehyung is curious.

#stripper kook #age difference #bottom kook #smut #falling in love #80k #ao3

Camerman, Swing The Focus by augustdarling

“I thought you were into landscapes recently. Why does it have to be me? More importantly, why does it have to be me naked?”

“Because artists want to capture beautiful things, baby,” Taehyung murmured, leaning down to nibble on his ear. “And you’re the most beautiful thing I know.”

Or:

Taehyung combines his two hobbies: photography and Jungkook. The results are even better than expected.

#basically pwp #bottom kook #dom tae #canon #exhibitionism #humiliation #2k #ao3

You Are My Chosen One by C_Stress

Jungkook starts his first year at Hogwarts..what could possibly go wrong?

#hogwarts au #slytherin jk #gryffindor tae #bottom kook #fluff and smut #secrets #falling in love #45k #a03

Of cigarette smoke and alcohol by fluffy-lychee

Taehyung likes to dye his hair.

Jungkook struggles with the opinion of Taehyungs mother about their relationship.

#no real fluff #nor real smut #but always close enough #2k #aff

pick me up, buttercup by vppa

AU where your soulmate's first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet.

Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook's forearm will now forever read "Hey baby, if you were a booger, I'd pick you first."

What the fuck, universe.

#fluff #soulmates #crack au #9k #ao3

dark blue (this night's a perfect shade of) by memetaehyung (21cg)

jungkook has never seen the world and taehyung is determined to show him it

#blind jk #fluff #bit smut #bit angst #bottom kook #8k #ao3

Mischief Managed by Vanteblack

Basically a Hate to Love Uni AU but at Hogwarts because I'm a slut for Harry Potter lmao. Also you start at Hogwarts at age 15 instead of 11 so everyone in the story is over age.

#hogwarts au #secret relationship #hate to love #slytherin kook #hufflepuff tae #rated #fluff and smut #20k #ao3

Don't Let Your Love Go To Waste by krscnl

Taehyung and Jungkook meet on Omegle.

#college au #actor tae #writer kook #life through the years #at one point established taekook #41k #ao3

fellas is it gay to want ur hot roommate to dick u down? By hunnydews

Jeongguk tunes them out as they argue, it’s normal and happens often. Instead, he takes out his phone and decides to google "how do you know if your friend is gay for you?"

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Jeongguk comes to the realization that he's def not as straight as he thought and he starts to explore that realization with himself and with his hot dormmate/best bro, Taehyung.

The stupid college au no one asked for but i wanted so here we are almost 20k later :)

#college #coming out #excessive use of the word bro #friends to lovers #bottom kook #cuties #19k #ao3

got a kiss (with your name on it) by marienadine

“I just—I just thought, like. Maybe I wouldn’t be so horrible if someone more experienced than me taught me what to do.”

#inexperienced kookie #college #roommates #bros #friends to lovers #first kiss #practicing #bottom kook #11k #ao3

I forget to breathe (when i'm with you) by locks

"Do we have a deal, angel," Taehyung repeats, and Jeongguk can hear that he's losing his patience, hands resting on his hips.

Jeongguk lifts his head, snapping the lid closed. "Pleasure doing business with you, daddy," he nods, sending a grin up to Taehyung who just narrows his eyes at him.

"You're lucky I like you," Taehyung mutters, sounding mildly threatening as he steps over to him and tilts Jeongguk's chin up, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips.

Lucky doesn't even come close.

Or, Jeongguk's trying to figure out how he ended up with a sugar daddy when all he wanted was a couple packets of instant noodles.

#non sexual daddy kink #sugar daddy tae #tattooed kook #aged-up #tae in heels #soft nicknames #praise kink #fluff and smut #bottom tae #sub top jungkook #fashionista tae #realistic description of a relationship #111k #ao3

Suspenders, Daddy Issues & Miracles of Halloween by chimscharli

It's nearly Halloween when Jungkook can't stop stealing glances at Taehyung during practice, and wonders when exactly everything went so wrong. It's nearly Halloween when Jungkook is in a coma, and doesn't want to see Taehyung when he wakes. It's nearly Halloween when Taehyung walks in on Jungkook moaning his name.

It's nearly Halloween, and maybe it's time Jungkook stopped being so afraid. Maybe it's time a miracle happened.

#real daddy issues #and daddy kink #smut #sub jungkook #lots of kissing #happy ending #hate to love #violence #angst #both are football players #17k #ao3

(They Long to Be) Close to You by vantoa

Kim Taehyung is a sassy and talented KBS World Sports reporter. Jeon Jeongguk the most outstanding speed skater in South Korea. They meet, hate each other and then, one eventful day, they like each other, a lot.

#speed skater jungkook #reproter/journalist taehyung #enemies to lovers #bottom tae #misunderstandings #11k #ao3

国王的小丑 by saranghaengbok

When Taehyung had announced that he would steal Yoonji from him, Jungkook had not expected that he would be the one falling for Taehyung, in the end.

#heir jungkook #prince jk #prince tae #enemies to lovers #falling in love #bottom kook #12k #ao3

Rumor Has It by buttstrife

Contrary to popular belief and multiple eyewitnesses, Taehyung did not make out with Jungkook in the pool. And no, they absolutely did not fuck in the shower rooms. Seriously.

#college #baseball player kook #swimmer tae #sut #enemies to friends to lovers #exhibitionism #manhandling #8k #ao3

make this feel like home by aeterisks

Taehyung has spent his whole life looking for excitement, but instead, he ends up finding Jeongguk; somehow, that seems to be even better.

#motorcyclist jk #fluff and smut #bottom tae #44k #ao3

Love Scarred by gjungkook

“You are unbelievable,” scoffed Jeongguk while shaking his head. “I’ve never met anyone who pisses me off as much as you do.”

Taehyung had licked his lips before he smirked, with his hand still around Jeongguk’s wrist, he stepped forward closing the distance between them. “Let me tell you why, it’s simple really...”

“You feel threatened. You know I’m better than you.”

(Jeongguk wants to win against Taehyung at everything. Win their matches in quidditch, win their spontaneous sparring sessions, win his heart— But one day, Jeongguk takes it a little too far with a single curse.)

#enemies to lovers #hogwarts au #angsty #gryffindor jk #slytherin tae #secret fuckbuddies relationship #bottom kook #denial #26k #ao3

Comeback Kids by rix

Taehyung is infuriating and Jungkook's always been easy to rile up. Which isn't the best combination, but also isn't the worst, either.

(or: Taekook as hockey fuckboy rivals)

#icehockey players kook and tae #rivals #enemies to lovers #bottom kook #fluff and smut #34k  ao3

[linkspooky]

The Hardest Lessons Learned

We’re actually given, several hints not only this chapter but beforehand. Including the chin touch as he says he’ll catch up, that Kaneki did not really believe he would make it out alive from this fight. 

That Kaneki, while deciding he wanted to live and find a purpose for living, had resigned himself to his death once again.

In this chapter we finally witness what has been put off since basically 100, and that is true tragic consequence. Not from the cruelty of the world, but rather for it’s lack of forgiveness towards Kaneki’s wrongdoings. It’s Karma. Remember, everything that happened so far Kaneki has been warned of far in advance.

When Kaneki takes no steps himself despite being warned several times ahead of time, how can tragedy be averted? When Hamlet fails to avenge his father and spends the entire play in indecision. When Romeo and Juliet fail to think on their situation and their families and decide to get married instead. When Othello fails to trust or believe in his wife the smallest amount. 

When Oedipus pursues the truth, but is at the same time terrified by that truth then how can he possibly avert tragedy? 

Kaneki’s greatest fear, that he’ll be locked into his decisions and forced to bear witness, powerless to change the results.

Kaneki’s greatest oversight, that there is a reason behind all of the suffering in his life. That he is special in some way, that his motivation is stronger, the unfounded assumption that he is important, he matters, he stands above all others. 

That he is the main character of a tragedy.

As assumption that makes him forget that just like himself, there are also people fighting for things that are important to him, to protect them, and therefore his own urge to fight or protect is not somehow more special, more stronger, or guaranteed to win him the fight.

We were warned as explicitly as one chapter ago, that we cannot fight our loss. That doing so is really an attempt to spare yourself from the loss, or substitute yourself into the loss and therefore the price for fighting your loss is always yourself. 

We see Furuta lecture Kaneki, on other basic things he was warned about.

Kaneki is told, not to base his decisions on his feelings, to learn to trust anothers and not to base everything on himself, and most of all to make and stand with his decisions and we see him do none of these things. He renegs on the one decision he did make, he fails to trust both Tsukiyama and Nishiki with him to come with and provide support and instead goes entirely alone back home, he makes his entire decision based off of a bad feeling he had in the first place. 

Furuta tells him as much, one small difference in the fight and he could have won. What that means is that Kaneki really has learned absolutely nothing since the last time he fought Arima and ended up in a similiar situation.

Unlike Arima though, Juuzou is not secretly fighting with the intent of bettering Kaneki. Kaneki’s unlimited supply of mentors who are willing to take the blame for him, and take the consequences for him, set up all things in his favor on the assumption that this time, he might move, seems to have finally run dry. 

From the Anteiku arc forward, Kaneki has only ever moved as a result of another pushing him. Hinami begs him to save her mother, Itori pushes him to investigate the Gourmet, Ayato kidnaps him and bodily drags him, Yamori tortures him until he’s finally ready to defend himself. Aogiri moves on Kanou before he does. Uta tells him point blank where Rize is hiding. Touka tells him to go back to Anteiku. The Anteiku raid happens before he returns. Arima drags him out of V14 by the hair, but only after Hide told him to go down that route to fight. 

Eto returns his memories for him. Kanae saves Tsukiyama, not him. Arima slits his own throat. Eto tells him to become one eyed king. Furuta stages an attack on the CCG for him. Furuta resolves the clown raids himself, by operating both sides of the conflict. 

Kaneki puts off making any kind of decision himself for as long as humanly possible, and when he finally does make that decision he goes back on it. He decided to return to Anteiku, he decided to return to the 24th ward all alone.

We see countless parallels to the Anteiku raid. With Yomo saying that you have to live while losing once more, Touka choosing to run away from the conflict eventually rather than stay and fight, but I think most importantly of all Kaneki is once again stopped from achieving his want of protecting someone just short, by an equally obstinate force in Arata armor who just like him, refuses to change and instead chooses to protect what little they have remaining at the CCG.

Not only that, but also Juuzou and Kaneki much like Amon and Kaneki had no reason to kill each other, and yet still fought because each considered their reason far more important than backing down. 

The translation for Jaiminis box is especially relevant here, for two reasons. One that Darum’s are supposed to carry each other’s wishes, and two that paradise is exactly what Kaneki was aiming for. A world where Humans and Ghouls could get along is certainly a utopia by the series standards. 

Kaneki is a Daruma, an eyeless doll that was meant to carry Arima’s wishes. Yet, this chapter brutally tells us what the result of that ambition was. To break him, Furuta shows us where Arima’s hope, the hope of the garden children led them.

Yet, when Kaneki never once truly tried to follow Arima’s will, how could he expect a different result. He continued to use the garden children as child soldiers, even knowing that child soldiers could die, and as a result they did.

Ghouls were being slaughtered in the streets and yet Kaneki never once showed up directly to fight for the sake of ghouls. He let the situation get this bad, for the annihilation rate to reach 88% and still acted as if he had a chance at winning. The only thing that moved him to maybe finally directly confront Furuta was the risk of a human life once again. Kaneki only ever showed up to protect CCG officers, he wasted resources to restore Akira a human, he considered risking everything to save Yoriko a human. All while claiming that he was fighting solely for the sake of ghouls. 

Kaneki blatantly and brazenly did not care at all for the masses he was claiming to be protecting, so why should he have been able to protect them at all?

What we are witnessing right now is an eclipse. The moon has moved entirely in front of the sun, and we see the shadows at their longest points. All of the characters involved in this chapter, are born raw to us at their deepest and darkest. 

Suzuya Juuzou was willing to slaughter the entire goat base, and even his good friend Haise for the sake of continuing to prop up a corpse. Even knowing that Shinohara himself might never come back. 

Touka Kirishima sacrifices basically everyone and everything in order to try to make it out safely, only to realize that Hinami, Yomo, Take, all of those sacrifices were in vain. Not only that, but even if she did manage to make it out alive, Kaneki has already been cornered minutes before she even realized her own hopeless situation. 

Miza simply clings to Naki’s dead body, and stays behind even after everybody has left as if that’s the only thing to live for. Naki looks to be truly dead, with perhaps Miza to follow soon after him. 

Take seems to have failed utterly in his last purpose, the last thing Arima entrusted him with. Two out of three of the children in his care have died, perhaps four out of five if we’re going to flashback to the Tanakamaru and Aura fight soon. 

Ui remains nowhere to be seen, Mutsuki is fried, Yomo is lifeless and marching towards his own certain death now. Nobody has achieved what they want. A true darkest point.

Yet.. why does Furuta leave Kaneki alive?

Furuta has only bothered to leave someone alive on purpose once in the past, and it created the greatest threat to his power as the Washuu King.

Furuta is not tactically stupid enough to leave loose ends. After all, the only time he’s ever surprised is when the audience is equally as surprised as him, such as Marude and Matsuri both coming back from the dead to challenge him. In those cases, with Marude’s disappearance, and Matsuri’s having several V squads sent after him he had every logical reason to assume they were dead. Furuta’s usual MO though, has always been to kill all the witnesses present, whether Matsumae, the V members with Eto, and even his attempt on Urie and Kuroiwa.

So why would Furuta suddenly change his strategy now and leave it to Hajime to simply torture and toy with Kaneki until he died. It can look like sadism, but if you remember Donato similiarly toyed with Urie, and yet at the same time both left him alive and gave him the exact same words he needed to grow later on in the story.

It was in despair and loss, what Kaneki has been avoiding from the absolute beginning where Urie finally learned. 

So we have Furuta, our cruel and relentless teacher. There are also several hints left behind in the narrative still that this is not Kaneki’s final moments.

 1) The parallels between the Arima Kishou fight and Kaneki’s moment of realization when absolutely all looked loss [x].

2) The implication that Kaneki could reverse his problem with a massive amount of cannibalism. 

3) The fact that Dragon has yet to make an appearance despite being the so called final boss, and also that Uta suggested Dragon itself could be a weapon against the CCG rather than Goat.

4) Furuta’s suggestion that first he would win, and then dragon would appear. Well, in this chapter we witness Furuta claiming his absolute victory without the appearance of dragon afterwards.

5) The numerous amounts of foreshadowing that Furuta was orchestrating his own death, and actually did not care at all for V and the Washuu’s wars.

(Furuta even makes a promise here that he’ll mess up the one eyed king for Eto. Earlier he suggests in gest that the two of them should work and cooperate together. )

6) The Nagaraaj. If the manga ends here then Ayato’s journey to the 24th ward was incredibly pointless. As well as the explanation about the old one eyed king. Ayato wouldn’t be strong enough to counter Juuzou so was the explanation simply to get him out of the way.

Or was it forehshadowing to establish that if pushed to this point, this is a power that Kaneki himself could summon. That the same way the Original One Eyed King sunk the 24th ward an entire city in order to retreat from the newly formed black investigators and V, that when it seems all hope is lost, Kaneki might summon this power from himself. That this could be dragon, especially since Furuta deliberately says Dragon is named in honor of his Washuu roots. The legendary Nagaraaj are also dragon kings in the japanese version of the myth, according to @randomthoughtpatterns. 

Not only that but the presence of Oggai all around him leave Kaneki with a framed out source of RC Cells to buffet on, if he truly decided to keep fighting. 

7) 143 Parallels

Chapter 143 of Original Tokyo Ghoul, was called Ken [x]. Chapter 62, where Kaneki reached a similiar realization was called Kaneki.  Chapter 143, is completely without a title. In otherwords it’s nameless.

Perhaps then this is the chapter, where finally Kaneki accepts his role. Where he finally decides to truly become the nameless king. 

Only after having learned from the loss he experienced right in front of his eyes, what exactly it was that needed to be changed.