#will never get over it until it's resolved

[grison-in-space]

Y'all if you really need this to be all queer all the time I can support that but it's not that fucking hard to do. Make em both bi or pan or nonbinary or any number of fun things. The notion of a romance founded in mutually seeking an abortion and the intimacy of sharing one's desires for the present and maybe the future against the backdrop of ensuring one another's freedom from parenthood (at least, right now) is too good a concept to let go.

Couple of Texan kids, say. I spent a long time there, it's a natural pick for me. They're in college and they go to one of those keggers the frats throw, meet at a wild party as college kids, maybe they're freshmen or sophomores. Call em Sam and Kris so I don't have to specify which character has which genitals.

Sam's a nervous anxious perfectionist with huge career plans and big dreams who has life planned out in exhaustive (and exhausting) detail, only even at this party because a friend insisted on a break between exam rounds. There's a lot of internal pressure built up that's going to explode the moment Sam relaxes. Kris is a little unformed, not sure what major to pick or what career to settle on, still trying to work out what kind of person might be good to grow into, good at surface connections but kind of lonely for something deeper. The frat parties are familiar and comfortable—Kris knows how they work and how they run, and if you're friendly and you smile at people and maybe hook up now and again you get to feel REALLY connected and useful, and that's a heady feeling. They meet at the party Sam's friend picked out and immediately feel the attraction and hook up while totally shit faced—huge aberration for Sam, maybe not so much for Kris. There's a condom, but it breaks. It doesn't seem like a big deal in the moment, but in the morning, that's another story.

Sam is panicked. A baby is going to derail all their careful plans and their self control, but you can't not step up to take care of a baby. Ohhhhhh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, what do we do? Kris is quiet as they consider the mess and the possibilities. Shit. Shit shit shit. They maybe exchange numbers and withdraw for a minute until someone's period is late. They might try to find plan B but neither of them is entirely sure where you buy that shit and it takes a few days to find out, by which point it's too late. And then the period fails to show up, and it fails to show up, and the pregnancy test reads positive, and they're running out of time...)

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

IF SAM HAS A DICK: they are a moral and ethical enough person that they do not consider abandoning Kris as an option if the pregnancy goes to term. They may propose marriage or coparenting as a potential option but they are clearly terrified by all possible options.

Kris is touched and kind of flattered. They're not sure whether they want kids or not, but now doesn't feel like a great time with everything so up in the air. Anyway, Sam is hot but used diapers and vomiting do not sound hot at ALL right now, and Kris's parents are kind of distant and definitely aren't going to be any kind of useful. They broach a preference for an abortion, Sam sags in shocked relief, and then starts talking about figuring out how to pay for it—not what Kris expected—and making plans to skip classes and talk to teachers to figure out the logistics. Oh, Kris thinks, feeling warm and fuzzy: Kris expected to be on their own to fix this, but Sam is acting like this is both their responsibility equally to resolve. They've never felt cared for like that. Oh...

IF KRIS HAS A DICK:

Sam is hyperventilating over the pregnancy test results and acting as if going to one party doomed them for all time, and Kris inexplicably kind of wants to hug them? Shit happens sometimes. They ask tentatively what Sam actually wants as Sam starts collapsing under the weight of the impending ruin of their life and how disappointed "everyone" will be and all the bad things that might happen, and Sam whips their head over and stares for a second in astonishment before saying, huntedly, "I want for none of this to be happening!"

"Oh, okay. Do you want an abortion?"

"I can't afford to on my own, I'm going to have to ask my parents for extra money and they are not going to be happy. Shit, shit, shit, I'm going to be paying for this until the end of time, I don't have time for this—" and Sam bursts into tears. Kris feels bad and, like, look. Kris likes to help people anyway, and it's not like this situation isn't equally Kris's own fault. So they offer to help Sam figure this out and pay for the whole thing—they've got a job at a bar that can cover it—and they help Sam calm down and explore some options so that together they can find a place to get an abortion. They offer to drive, too: that means they don't have to wait as long on a bus or something but Sam can study from the passenger seat. It's not like any of Kris' classes require a lot of effort; psychology is good for that much. Let's make a day trip out of it.

Sam, who is used to having to do everything on their own, is feeling really cared about and seen right now. And, well, Kris is really hot...

There you go. It's a fucking romance. Deal with it.

there's an extremely niche plot in romance fiction wherein our invariably heterosexual leads fall in love after a night of passion leads to an unplanned pregnancy and they're now bound together by an impending child. I cast no judgment on anyone who enjoys this, but since I'm an evil gay and this is my personal nightmare scenario I want to see a zany romance novel premised on the opposite resolution: a couple falls in love while on a whirlwind roadtrip to obtain a legal abortion

[junixscribble]

SCREAMS ur responses are so good ty for feeding us I'm so excited for your writing omggg

ANYWHO. SO. You mentioned Jayce giving Viktor a raspberry and also the tags on the s2 art so~ let's humor that~

Raspberries are arguably one of the most childish and intimate forms of tickling because well duh. I feel like Viktor probably never had a raspberry before Jayce (at least not one he remembers). He probably saw parents blow raspberries onto their giggling kids and thought to himself "I guess it's funny, or feels weird". Never considered just how bad it could tickle.

Jayce on the other hand is FULL OF LOVE and definitely has fuzzy memories of his mom pressing her lips to his belly when he was younger. Even just tickly kisses would take him down! He's a tummy guy.

Anyway, I feel like Jayce would suddenly remember that he can Do That to Viktor one day, and he just HAS to try it out. Poor Viktor probably looks in absolute horror as Jayce pushes his shirt up and takes a big breath in Like???? What are you DOING Jayce?!?!? Then when he touches down, Viktor SCREAMS. Like full on EEEEEEEEEEs because holy shit it tickles so so so bad. Probably knocks his head against the floor as he shrieks. Jayce has big ol powerful cheeks and a scratchy face (before the beard) so it's unbearable 💔

Poor Jayce probably gets a metal leg brace to the head as Viktor jerks his legs involuntarily. And oh boy does Vik blush because ??? WHAT WAS THAT????

You know how I said I was taking so long cause I had Ideas? Well. Here you go!

Fruit

Title: Fruit

WC: 1376w

Summary: Tensions are high in the lab with tight deadlines. Arguments are had, resolved, and when under inordinate amounts of pressure one must make time for stupidity.

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Viktor rested his head against the blackboard, sighing. Work had been trying lately. The council was expecting something big, and fast, so he and Jayce often found themselves burning the midnight oil more often than not. Their late nights and stressed disposition had led to a decent few arguments, mainly about stupid things such as who left the dishes all over the kitchen. Most recently it had been about an equation that had ended up half rubbed out - neither of them could decide who had done it, and both were saddled with figuring out what had been written down and rewriting it. 

They had been ignoring each other for most of the day, and to be honest Viktor was tired of it. These hours only passed quickly when there was chatter and ideas being thrown about like darts at a board. With nothing but chalk scratching breaking the silence, the seconds were painful. Usually Jayce was the one to break such silences, but he had been steadfastly soldering one of his gauntlets for the past hour and a half. 

For once in his life, Viktor put his stubborn nature aside and relented. He set his chalk down and wiped his hand on the side of his pants before walking over to Jayce, leaning on his crutch. Jayce didn’t look up on his approach, and Viktor stood awkwardly by him for a full minute until he put down the soldering iron.

“If you have something to say, say it.” Jayce said through gritted teeth. Viktor shifted his weight awkwardly. 

“I… am sorry. About the equation. Truthfully, the last few days have been melding into each other, and I can’t remember who wiped the board. It very well could have been me.” 

Jayce sat up straighter, genuine surprise in his eyes. “You’re not here to berate me some more?”

Viktor flushed, looking aside. It was hard to keep composure when Jayce was looking at him like a kicked puppy. “No. I should not have done so in the first place.” 

There was a moment of silence where Viktor was convinced Jayce was going to turn his back on him, but before the idea could make a home in his head Jayce was up and his arms were wrapped around him. 

“It’s okay. We’ve been working hard, and I’ve said some things I regret too. Still partners?” Jayce asked, pulling back slightly. 

Viktor allowed himself a smile and put a hand on Jayce’s shoulder. “Of course. Now, I’m sure I have some alcohol in here from last time…” 

…

The next few days were a complete turn around from the stress. Now that they weren’t on edge around each other the ideas were flowing and problems that seemed impossible suddenly had clear solutions. 

“Ha! If I reverse the polarity on this, it will stop the hex crystal from spinning out of control!” Viktor exclaimed, nearly throwing his screwdriver. Jayce pushed away from his workbench and cheered. 

“Man, we are on a roll.” He sat contended for a bit before furrowing his brow. “Vik, I’ve just realised I’ve never asked you about your family.” 

Viktor turned to face him, amused. “And what started this train of thought?”

Jayce shrugged. “I was just thinking.” 

“Dangerous, coming from you. Anyway, there was never much to speak of. Never had siblings, my father was absent before I was born, and my mother passed when I was quite young. As was the way of most in Zaun.” Viktor said.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Don’t be. The life I lead now… it makes up for it.” 

Jayce tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Aw, I’m glad to hear I’m like your family.”

Viktor sputtered. “I- what…well-”

Jayce laughed and shook his head. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Ooooh, we should do family things! Have a big awkward dinner with aunts you’ve never met, create unnecessary drama,...”

“Jayce, it sounds like you are describing the council.” Viktor commented, half a laugh on his breath. 

Jayce mimed vomiting and pouted before lighting up like a candle. “No, of course not. I couldn’t do this with any members of the council.” 

Viktor assumed he was talking about their banter, so he smiled and turned back to his work. However, the minute he picked up his pen he was grabbed from behind and wrapped up in a hug. He squeaked in surprise and swore in his native tongue before going limp in his embrace - he’d learned there was no escaping Jayce when he got lovey-dovey. 

“You know something else families do?” Jayce sing-songed, being a dick about it.

“What, Jayce?” Viktor sighed, playing along. 

It turned out there was no verbal response to that question - that being because Jayce had taken the opportunity to worm his fingers under Viktor’s arms and start wiggling on his ribs. Viktor immediately curled in on himself and made a strangled noise, pushing at Jayce’s hands. 

“No! Jahayce, you bastard-” He yelled, squirming. Jayce just laughed, pulling him away from the bench and over to the couch they had set up. Viktor knew what that meant, and he knew it could lead to him not getting back to his work for at least an hour. When one of his moods struck Jayce was hard to escape - not that Viktor minded too much. He could admit he needed the break, and he could put up with Jayce. 

Nevertheless, he protested. “Jaaaayce JayceJayceJayce we can talk about this, no? You don’t have to- haha! You don’t have to do this!” 

“Oh, but I do.” 

Viktor half-fought Jayce trying to shove him down on the couch, swearing the whole time. The minute he was down, Jayce would go ham and he wouldn’t know peace. Despite the half-assed attempts at escape Jayce successfully pinned an already laughing Viktor to the couch, and Viktor braced himself. What came, however, was hands deftly pulling up his shirt in one quick movement. 

“What the fu-” was all Viktor managed before Jayce took a deep breath and blew a raspberry on his stomach. Now, Viktor had seen this done before - often parents with small children - but always assumed the resulting laughter was because of the general silliness of the action. Never in a million years had he expected it to tickle so fucking badly. 

Viktor let out what could only be described as a screech at the contact, immediately kicking out and bashing his head on the back of the couch. Jayce nuzzled his face into his tummy, grinning, and Viktor broke into a chorus of cackles. 

“JAHAYCE! Whahaha- whahat are you dohohoing??” 

“What do you think?” He replied, still speaking into Viktor’s stomach and by god he was going to dissolve because his stubble made it so much worse. Viktor shrieked again when Jayce blew yet another raspberry, squirming within an inch of his life. 

“Yohou fucking asshole!” He yelled out for nothing, getting rewarded with Jayce’s fingers joining in the fun by kneading into his lower ribs. He made a series of high pitched sustained yelps at this, caught between the sensations of rough hands on sensitive skin and lips over spots he was discovering were really ticklish. After one particularly potent raspberry, Viktor accidentally sent his knee straight into the back of Jayce’s head, finally halting the onslaught.   

“Ow!” Jayce cradled his head while Viktor caught his breath, quickly covering his stomach. 

“You deserve that!” Viktor admonished, sitting up. His eyes were wide, staring at Jayce.

“Have you… have you never had someone blow a raspberry on you before?”

Viktor shook his head. “That affront to dignity is named after a fruit?” 

Jayce laughed. “Yes.”

“I was not expecting it to… have such an effect.” 

“No? If it’s too much, I won’t do it again-”

“No!” Viktor said before he could stop himself. “I mean, ah, I can handle your bullshit if I must, Jayce.” 

Jayce raised his eyebrows. “Do you want me to do it again?”

Viktor turned red. “Of course not.” 

Despite this, he sank further into the couch and his shirt rode up slightly. He didn’t pull it back down. Jayce grinned. 

“Well regardless, I’m not done with you.” 

It took very little time for Viktor to start cackling. Again.

[midnightminx90writings]

Emmrich wasn’t lying to Rook when he said he doesn’t regret their relationship.

But he did have second thoughts about it, before the end. And those are the thoughts he regrets more than anything, because they could have cost him everything.

His whole life, all Emmrich has wanted is lasting love, something that will last into eternity. Someone to hold his hand, to sleep next to at night. A person that will sit next to him and read books, or work in a garden.

Someone who will say “I love you” in return and mean it.

Wanting is a scary thing. A terrifying thing, if he is to be honest with himself.

Because now he has found someone who wants him back, and while Rook flirts with him in return, and does so at frankly the strangest occasions, Emmrich is terrified this is just another fleeting thing.

But Rook takes his hand, takes his heart, takes all of him and turns those too large feelings into something slightly more manageable.

Parts are put into Manfred; into carefully guiding him to become more, to become someone who can take care of himself long after Emmrich is gone.

More than an assistant; now a prodigy. A son, as Rook says, and a part of Emmrich settles, a part he did not know needed settling, but there all the same.

Like the piece of a puzzle he never knew the scope of.

Then there’s Rook himself; calming and exciting in equal measures until Emmrich no longer knows which way is up.

Rook, who loves unconditionally and surprisingly, who turns Emmrich’s knees weak and holds him up with the same look in his eyes. Rook, who tells him gold is his favourite colour and in the next breath admits that Emmrich is his first in everything.

And how can a man respond to that?

By bewilderment, at first, then pure joy and pride over being chosen. And lastly, thoughts he would like to not admit to, calculating ones entailing how to best go about it, to show how good it can be with the right person. How right.

It feels selfish, Emmrich thinks, but shows an immense amount of trust.

He cannot say no to that. To hold that honour.

So he kisses Rook, shows him the merest hint of what he can look forward to, even as his own body screams at him to take it further but also to step away before he ruins something beautiful again.

He gives, in the end, helpless not to.

Emmrich knows the exact number of days that pass between Rook’s first expression of interest, to their first kiss, to their first time.

And he knows the exact number of days between that, and when Rook is taken from them. From him.

When Rook is taken, Emmrich is terrified.

His love is gone without a trace, after an argument between them that they did not resolve, and the loss of two of their dear friends.

Emmrich can see why people are driven to madness, to desperation, doing whatever it takes to get their loved one back. His books hold no aid for the first time in his life. He cannot return to the Necropolis because what if…

And so he cries and he rages and wears himself into exhaustion again and again, dreams filled with nightmares where Rook is never found and there is an empty grave next to those of his parents.

Even Manfred holds no comfort for him now, as hours turns into days, turn into weeks until finally, there is a hand in his, and he knows that hand unlike none other, and he thinks do not let go this time, clutch it as tight as you can until only eternity remains.

EDIT: now on AO3

[achromatophoric]

Wenclair Week - Day 6: Dystopic

A recently awoken Enid stumbles across haggard friends in a world dramatically changed.

Enid: What’s going on? What happened? Why is everything like this?!

Bianca: Enid, it’s been years. You’ve been missing for YEARS! What happened to you?

Enid: Years? But I just— Willa and I had a fight, so I went to go nap it off in the forest, and then—

Enid: *frantic* Where’s Willa?!

Divina: Enid— Wednesday, she— *deep breath*

Divina: After you went missing, we all spent months trying to find you, and Wednesday, she… she never gave up. At least, not until…

Enid: Until? Until what? What happened?!

Yoko: Bitch went crazy! From Stabbah Hauntana to Chiquita Bananas, full stop!

Enid: Ohmygod. *pales* Did she— Wednesday did this?

The girls pause to gaze at their surroundings, a dystopian landscape that is lazily horrifically indescribable.

Bianca: *grim* She did. Some kind of ancient black magic. A ritual that altered a fundamental piece of reality, tied somehow to the last thing she said to us before she totally lost it.

Enid: What— *gulps* What did she say?

Bianca: *quotes* If we can’t have a resolution, then no one shall.

Enid: 🫢

Enid: 😐

Enid: 🤔

Enid: Um. So like—What did the ritual do?

Bianca: No more endings.

Enid:

Enid: Huh?

Divina: Not a single show has ended since then!

Bianca: They all just taper off into limbo. Stranger Things, Yellow Jackets, Delicious in Dungeon— ALL of them.

Yoko: Not just shows! Movies, comics, podcasts, books— It’s like George R.R. Martin took them ALL over.

Enid: *gasps* No! What about Wicked: For Good?!

Divina: *shakes head* Screen goes black like fifteen minutes in.

Enid: ACOTAR?!

Bianca: Blank pages after a couple of chapters. Every single printing. Sarah J. Maas can’t even remember how her last book ended

Enid: 😨

Enid: And… and that caused everything to become like this?

Bianca: Oh fuck no, not that part. It gets much worse.

Enid: Then what—

Yoko: *blurts out* ORGASMS!

Enid: Wh—

Yoko: *frantic* They’re fucking GONE, Enid! All of them! No one has them anymore! Do you understand?!

Divina: *begins crying* Years, Enid. YEARS! The whole fucking world.

Enid: 😱

Bianca: *desperately* But maybe we can fix that now! With you back, maybe we can finally get through to Addams and—

The sky suddenly darkens as a sinister presence peels the light from the land, strip by trembling strip. It races toward the girls like some ill tide, eating the distance between them with a savage gluttony.

Bianca: Enid! It’s her! This is our chance!

Divina: We’ve got your back! You can do this!

Yoko: For the fucking orgasms!!

Something rises from the core of that rapidly encroaching black, a figure with an achingly familiar, if distorted, voice.

Once-Wednesday: NO MORE RESOLUTIONS.

With the weight of the world upon her shoulders, Enid straightens and faces her twisted beloved. She takes a deep breath, steels her resolve, and shouts with all her heart.

Enid: WEDNESDAY! IT’S M—

[hettolandija]

#not only is chuck still alive but the whole jack taking on the god power thing was so sus#and they way jack acted immediately after. and then in spnwin too. SO SUS#and just the fact that i think the only way they can truly be free is to eradicate the position of god#bc chuck too was allegedly 'hands off'...until he wasn't#and i think there's a good argument to be made for the god power itself being a corrupting force#like we saw it with the godstiel arc too#being god eventually leads to an abuse of power and corruption#so whether jack is actually being possessed by chuck in some way or it's simply the god power changing him something is still not right#and the restoration of heaven. the focus on peace in 'paradise'. those are all antithetical to what tfw was all about#and especially what dean was all about. FREEDOM over PEACE#and what does he get instead? 'peace when you are done' and no concrete answers on if he is actually free#if his life was ever real#and nothing in heaven CAN be real. like on a foundational level all of heaven is built off illusion and memory#no matter how much 'jack' and allegedly cas 'reform' heaven it's still never going to be an adequate substitute for real life and living#even the reformed open world concept of heaven (if we are to believe that's REALLY bobby--rocking chair?! like hello.)#even then it's like. ok but what kind of meaningful 'life' can they all have in heaven?#and dean immediately busting out and SEARCHING for 'family' is just so telling#like for all that dean may have been depressed / giving up (bc of his on-going crisis that was never resolved)#once he's actually dead and in heaven i Know that man's gut instincts were SCREAMING something is not right and the first thing he does#is what cas once told him to do. drive on the road as a way out of heaven#he is not content to just sit around. he still has work to do. first and foremost figuring out wtf is going ON#spn 15x20 (via angelsdean)

thinking again about how dean was - and i don't use this phrasing lightly - losing his sanity in season 15. justifiably, but still. he was questioning every layer of his reality. and that was not resolved. at all.

[lockes-woods]

Pleasure and Punishment

!!MDNI!!

This was originally a kinktober request, but since I got sick for the second half of October I still want to fulfill the last two (now one) requests.

Request: kinktober: Nami x Sanji x AFAB reader switch! sanji, switch! reader, dom! nami, overstim, bondage and blindfold?

Requested By: @crow-twink

WARNINGS: Oral (F Receiving), PIV, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Over Stimulation, Dom Nami, Switch Reader&Sanji, Blindfold, Bondage, Strap-on,

Taglist: @nocturnalrorobin

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“Mhm Sanji s-stop,” you barely managed to get out as you lay reclined against the pillows of your shared bed. Sanji openly ignored your pleas as he doubled down stretching you out with a third finger, mouth sealed around your clit. He continued with the knowledge that if you actually wanted him to stop, you’d use your safe word.

“Fuck,” you moaned, torn between being a good girl for Nami or giving in and going all the way with Sanji. Your breath began to come out as pants as your thighs began to tremble under Sanji’s ministration. You were so close.

“S-sanji please,” you begged as your brain began to feel foggy. At this point you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to stop or keep going. Overwhelmed tears welled up in your eyes as Sanji met your gaze with a mischievous look; lips still wrapped around your clit. It only took one last hard suck for your resolve to crumble as you gave in to your orgasm. You writhed against the bed, shamelessly grinding against Sanji’s face as you rode out your orgasm; overstimulated tears streaming down your face. Sanji waited patiently, fingering you through your release until your hips were still. You couldn’t look away as Sanji pulled back from your cunt, shamelessly wiping your release off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Mhm, sweet as always amour,” Sanji said, smirking down at you, “Now then, do you think you can be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

“B-but Nami told us to keep our hands to ourselves until she comes back,” you said, coming out whinier than you intended.

“Mhm,” Sanji hummed, “I think we’re well past that point love. Anyway, she also said I was in charge until she comes back,” he pointed out. Your response died in your throat as you watched Sanji shed his button-up and begin to ease out of his trousers. You bit your lip as his cock came into view; already standing at attention.

“You know she won’t like this,” you argued, tearing your attention back up to his face.

“Mhm, that may be true, but only if she finds out,” Sanji replied.

“But we don’t know when she’ll be back,” you pointed out as he kneeled once again between your thighs.

“Baby, we both know how long it takes her to make decisions when it comes to her cartography equipment. Plus, we’ve never been to this island before, it could take ages before she finds a shop, if one exists at all.” Sanji argued back, stifling a groan as he pumped his cock before positioning it at your entrance. Your eyes widen as he playfully stroked the bare head of his cock between your folds.

“Sanji,” you said in a warning tone, “please tell me you forgot the condom,”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “I wouldn’t say forgot so much as choosing to abstain from using it.” He said, a playful look still plastered on his face.

“But-but us fucking is one thing. There’s no way she’s not going to punish us if you cum in me without permission.” You replied, pushing yourself up on your forearms.

“That’s only if she finds out darling.” He started, “Even if she does would it be the worst thing?”

“Fuck,” you whined, as he breached your entrance, “Your stupid degradation kink is always getting us in trouble.”

“You’re one to talk,” Sanji said smirking down at you, “We both know how much you love getting filled up.”

You could only whimper in response as he slowly fucked himself into you, taking care not to do too much too quickly. The worst part about this was you knew he was right. You loved him cumming in you, especially on days like today when you were feeling particularly needy. You had whined and clung to Nami in bed this morning all but begging her to stay on the ship. She promised she’d be back as soon as possible, before kissing your forehead and reminding both you and Sanji of the rules while she was gone. The best cure for your uneasiness was cockwarming; especially after Sanji came inside you.

“Fuck,” you moaned, as Sanji bottomed out. You groaned at not only the stretch of his cock inside of you but also of your leg muscles as he folded you in half. You shared a sweet kiss, your legs resting on his shoulders. Your head subconsciously emptied of any of your resistance. Any worries plaguing you disappeared in an instant as he began to thrust into you slowly building his pace until you were left a moaning mess. All you were able to do was focus on the sensation of Sanji’s cock as it dragged against all your most sensitive spots. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as the stimulation started to become too much. You were being catapulted to yet another orgasm as Sanji set a brutal pace. All you could hear outside of the lewd sounds of Sanji’s hips hitting yours were his desperate pants and reassurance in his native dialect. Despite not being able to understand him completely it was a comfort nonetheless. You were both too lost in each other’s sensation to notice the door opening until it was too late.

Your eyes snapped open as Nami’s voice filled the room.

“You filthy mutt!” she screeched, dragging Sanji off you; her fingers threaded through his hair. A needy whimper escaped you as he was forcibly pulled back leaving you empty on the cusp of your orgasm. A groan slipped out from deep in his throat as Nami all but threw him backwards onto the chair in your reading nook. She released his hair in favor of squeezing his cheeks together, causing his lips to pucker.

“What part of, ‘keeping your hands to yourself’ did you not understand?!” she yelled into his face, “I’m gone less than an hour and a half and you think you can fuck my angel? Without my permission? You perverted little mutt, putting your filthy paws all over-”

Nami paused, silence filled the room. You could easily hear a pin drop as her eyes locked in on his cock.

“Vinsmoke Sanji,” She seethed tone even, emphasizing each word, “Were you going to cum in her?”

Sanji bit his lip and gave a delayed nod, cock twitching under her intense gaze. She released her grip on his face, before silently stalking to your wardrobe. You scrambled to a sitting position as you braced yourself for her punishment. There were a variety of toys, gags, and restraints at the bottom of your wardrobe. You relaxed slightly as you caught a view of her holding ropes and a blindfold before prowling back to Sanji.

“Spread,” she demanded. Before she could finish her statement, Sanji had already spread his legs and arms to align with the chair's. Nami made quick work of tying him up, degrading him the whole time. Sanji could only whimper in response to every tug of the ropes, the irritated head of his cock began to leak precum.

“There,” she said backing up to give her work a once over, “That should keep your disgusting paws from tainting my angel.”

“Now,” Nami started turning to you. You unintentionally gulped as her sole attention focused on you.

“I’m sorry mistress,” you said before she could even begin to scold you.

“Baby,” Nami started in a soft empathetic tone, “You know better than letting that hound have a taste of you; it only reinforces his bad behavior. You know he’s only permitted to touch you under my watch.” She continued crawling up over your body as you once again lay propped up against your pillows.

“Have I not been giving you enough attention?” she asked, in a faux sympathetic voice.

“No,” you quickly gasped, “I-I just wanted to feel full.”

She hummed thoughtfully as she stroked up and down your bare sides.

“While I can empathize with that, that wasn’t your call to make. After all, who owns this pussy?” She asked cupping your sex.

“You, mistress,” you gasp out as she stroked up and down your seem.

“Good girl,” she cooed, tilting your chin up, and forcing eye contact. You submissively sucked her thumb as she stroked your bottom lip. You laved and sucked at it, never breaking eye contact with her. She smirked down at you attempting to pull back as your mouth followed her retreating hand. She stroked your cheek lovingly before continuing.

“Now I’m going fill you up, and I expect your sole focus to be on me baby,” she said, wrapping the blindfold over your eyes, followed by her securing your hands to the headboard before pulling back, “I’m gonna fuck you so good that filthy pup won’t ever be able to satisfy you again.”

You tried your hardest to listen to where she was as her weight left the bed, but all you could make out were Sanji’s faint whimpers and the groaning of the chair as he shifted his weight. You let out a surprised gasp as she thrusted the dildo, undoubtedly connected to her strap, against your lips. Your eyes widened under your blindfold as the head breached your lips. A whimper escaped as you took more of it into your mouth. Based on the girth alone it had been either the blue or indigo dildo from your rainbow set. The set consisted of seven dildos that progressively got larger: red being the smallest and violet being the largest. You were really hoping that it was the blue one; the last time she fucked you with the indigo one you felt the ache of it for days. You were pulled back to the present at Nami’s soft encouragement.

“Fuck, just like that baby,” she groaned at the sight of your submissive form, “Get me nice and wet.”

“Though I guess you don’t need as much prep as normal. You’re so wet that you’re leaking onto the sheets.” She teased, pulling the dildo out of your mouth and shifting her weight between your legs.

“Please,” you begged, feeling the head of Nami’s strap resting against your lower lips.

“Oh? Is my messy little girl ready to be fucked?” Nami taunted.

“Fuck, please mistress I’ll be so goo-” A moan wreaks through your system; cutting yourself off as she began to thrust into you at a relentless pace. All you could do was moan helplessly as she fucked you with the indigo toy; if it weren’t for Sanji’s cock stretching you out there’s no way you would be able to take the dildo with such little prep. The stretch alone was enough to make you lightheaded. You rapidly approached your orgasm once again as the coil deep within you tightened to an extreme extent.

“Mistress can I-can I please cum,” you begged.

“Go ahead angel,” Nami panted, “be a good girl and cum all over mistress’s cock,”

Just like that, you were gone. Your thighs quaked, as a moan cut through you, loud enough for passersby to hear. Nami fucked you through your orgasm to the point of overstimulation before she pulled back. You were left a panting mess as she undid your restraints. You found yourself once again alone on the bed as Nami’s weight disappeared. You were at a loss before you heard Sanji’s moans echoing around the room.

“That’s it,” you heard Nami coo at Sanji, “You better savior her taste, it’s the last time you’ll have a single drop of her cum until I see fit.”

You clenched around nothing as you hear Sanji's whimpers die out as the sound of her fucking his throat took over. You could feel new waves of arousal flow through you at the broken sound of Sanji’s whine as she pulled out of his mouth with a lewd, ‘pop’.

You went to take off your blindfold before Nami’s soft hand reached out to stop you.

“Oh baby, I never said we were done.” She said encouraging you to move from your sitting position to all fours, chest pressed against the mattress, “I have to make sure my angel’s satisfied enough to never go back to that mutt for release.”

You gasped at the feeling of her cock’s head once again breaching your pussy. You were in for it.

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Thanks so much for taking the time to Read ^-^

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-Locke

[pricegouge]

Idk how you feel about A/B/O but Alpha!Nik and his Omega!daughter. Still on my Princess in a tower bullshit because how else would he keep her safe from all those other alphas except by keeping her locked away in rural Russia.

He comes to visit and is immediately hit with the smell of her heat, which she is supposed to be taken suppressors for. He finds her in her nest in her bedroom just naked and sweaty and writhing. She’s in a puddle of her own slick and a hand between her legs but it’s not working. He can’t stand to see his malyshka in pain.

Nik offers his hand and she about rips it off. So know he’s in the nest with her and she’s delirious, humping his leg, crying and begging for him to knot her because it’s all just too much. He’s trying to scent her to calm her down but it’s just riling her up more. Nik is trying to be strong but his pupils are blown, cock hard and he’s near drooling over the smell of her soaked cunt.

It’d be fine as long as he doesn’t mate her, right?

-🗡️, who woke up with this vision from the devil

i'm not big into omegaverse, but neglected omega does tend to grab my attention

[vaguely related]

poor thing, left to face your heat all alone :( rationally, you know it's no one's fault because you were taking suppressants, but you can't help blaming him when you can feel it creeping up on you. he should've known they wouldn't work forever. you should've known.

you smell him coming before you see him - crashing through the door, reeking of sweat and dirt and horse. it should disgust you, but it only drives you more wild, his natural scent the only alpha musk you've ever known. he lets you bury yourself in his neck, rooting out the source of his scent while breathing open mouth and humid against his skin. it only works for a minute before you're pawing at him again, trying to shove away the layers that separate you from the warm expanse of skin you want to feel flush against your own.

"it hurts, papa," you whine, pulling at his hands to get him impossibly closer because you don't realize how tightly intertwined you already are until you're looking up at him, big puppy dog eyes, and asking, "won't you make it better?"

~*~

nik's just a man. can't help himself when you're straddling his lap, soaked cunt rubbing against his belly until your juices mat the hair there, stain him with your scent.

he's never reacted this way to an omega's smell before. not even the professional ones he was sometimes given while rutting in the field. he thinks maybe it's the nest, the fact you've made it of just as much his stuff as you have your own. he tries telling himself it's because you didn't have much of a choice, but then you're tonguing at his sensitive scent gland and he knows. knows what he's done, too, keeping you all locked away.

it'll be fine. he'll help you just this once and then he'll set you up with a nice match. maybe a beta. someone who will keep you on a tight suppressant regiment so he never has to risk this again. never has to test his limit, trying to ignore your scent. the way you beg for his knot.

he won't give it to. will stop just short. at least, that's what he tells himself when he helps you sink down onto him, tight cunt spasming as you try to take him too fast. his hands are like manacles on your hips, bruising with the tight grip he tries to keep on both your controls. you whine and cry anyway, upset you can't take him to the root. upset much it hurts even just to take him as much as you already have. he soothes you anyway, tongue flat against your virgin scent gland as he huffs sweet words against your skin. telling you how well you're doing, what a good little omega you're being. you preen each time, cunt spasming. happy to please.

his resolve finally shakes apart when he's given you every inch; thumbing away your tears as you keep babbling, begging for more. he just can't stand to see you like this, not when he knows what you need. so hush now, printsessa, papa will make it better. just stop whining and take it.

[agent99galanzo]

What are you hiding?

The sound of Y/N’s boots echoed down the pristine hallways of the Avengers compound as she strode towards her room, eager to unwind after a grueling training session. Little did she know, a storm of playful chaos was brewing just around the corner.

Maria Hill stood outside Y/N’s room, twirling a small USB between her fingers, a smirk playing on her lips. She had stumbled upon it during a routine security sweep of the compound’s servers. Curiosity got the better of her, and she accessed its contents. What she found? Pictures of Y/N. Hundreds of them. Modeling. Striking poses in elegant dresses, swimsuits, and avant-garde outfits that screamed high fashion. It was a side of Y/N Hill never would have guessed existed.

When Y/N turned the corner and spotted Maria, her eyes immediately locked on the USB. A pit formed in her stomach as she realized what her friend was holding.

“Maria,” Y/N said, her voice sharp and warning. “What are you doing with that?”

Maria raised an eyebrow, the smirk on her face growing wider. “Oh, just taking a walk down memory lane. You didn’t tell me you were a supermodel before you became a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed red, her jaw tightening. “Maria. Give. It. Back.”

“Oh, come on,” Maria teased, stepping back as Y/N advanced. “Why are you hiding this? You look amazing in these photos. I mean, seriously, you could’ve been on the cover of Vogue every month!”

“Maria, I swear—”

Before Y/N could finish, Maria bolted.

“Damn it, Maria!” Y/N shouted, taking off after her.

The chase began.

Maria darted through the hallways, laughing as Y/N sprinted after her. Agents and Avengers alike stopped in their tracks, watching the spectacle unfold. Some even cheered or laughed, enjoying the rare sight of two of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s most composed operatives acting like kids.

Maria slid into the common room, skidding to a stop right in front of Natasha Romanoff, who was lounging on the couch, cleaning her pistols. Natasha’s sharp green eyes flicked between Maria and the USB in her hand, then to Y/N storming in after her.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asked, setting the pistol down and leaning forward, her curiosity piqued.

“Nothing!” Y/N snapped, lunging at Maria.

Maria dodged, holding the USB high above her head. “Oh, it’s something,” Maria sang. “And it’s golden.”

Y/N groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She turned to Natasha, who was now standing, her arms crossed, looking amused.

“Nat Baby… please, can you tell her to give it back?” Y/N pleaded.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Not until I know what’s on it.”

“It’s not important,” Y/N insisted, her voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing.

Maria chuckled. “Oh, it’s very important. Did you know our dear Y/N used to be a supermodel? I bet you’d love to see—”

“Maria, I will end you!” Y/N shouted, finally tackling Maria and snatching the USB out of her hand.

Maria rolled onto her back, laughing breathlessly. “You’re no fun.”

Y/N turned to leave, clutching the USB tightly, but Natasha’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly.

“Wait a second,” Natasha said, her voice low and persuasive. “Is that true? Were you a model?”

Y/N hesitated, her resolve wavering under Natasha’s gaze. “It’s… it’s not a big deal.”

Natasha smirked, stepping closer, her eyes locking with Y/N’s. “I think it’s a big deal. And now I have to see it.”

"No!" Y/N blurted, her face flushing.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, amused. "Now I’m really curious."

Over the Next Few Weeks

Natasha didn’t let it go. She brought up the USB at every opportunity, her teasing relentless.

"So, what’s on it?" she’d ask over breakfast, leaning on the counter with a sly grin.

"Nothing important," Y/N would reply, focusing intently on her coffee.

"Really? Because you seemed pretty desperate to get it back."

At night, when they were alone, Natasha would try a different approach.

"You know you can trust me, right?" she’d say softly, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s face.

"I know," Y/N replied, her resolve wavering.

"Then tell me," Natasha whispered, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear.

But Y/N held firm, refusing to give in.

-----

Weeks later, Y/N prepared for a solo mission in Prague. The briefing had been intense, and she knew it would be a long assignment with uncertain outcomes.

As she packed her gear, she thought about Natasha and the USB, which had somehow become a running joke between them. Y/N sighed, pulling the drive from her drawer. She held it for a moment before slipping it into a small envelope.

Later that evening, as she prepared to leave, Y/N found Natasha in the training room, her sharp movements graceful and precise.

"Hey," Y/N said, interrupting her.

Natasha turned, her expression softening when she saw Y/N. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," Y/N replied, holding out the envelope. "This is for you."

Natasha took it, her brow furrowing. "What’s this?"

"You’ll see," Y/N said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss her.

When Natasha opened the envelope later, she found the USB inside, along with a note that read: Fine, you win. Just don’t laugh too hard.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she plugged the USB into her laptop.

The screen filled with images and videos of Y/N in her modeling days—walking runways, posing for shoots, and even a behind-the-scenes clip where she was laughing with the crew. Natasha’s lips curled into a smile as she watched.

When Y/N returned from her mission weeks later, she found Natasha waiting for her with a mischievous grin.

"You were incredible," Natasha said, pulling her into a hug.

Y/N groaned. "You’re never going to let this go, are you?"

"Never," Natasha replied, her laughter echoing through the room.

[bibliophilicstranger]

I investigated the TV trope page and noted something you may have missed: there are numerous examples of the same trope far predating the Harry Potter series. The idea of turning a good character bad for one reason or another, including for shipping, is not a new one. It wasn't started by Harmony fans. Someone could easily have named the same trope The Roman's Odysseus, Zeus the Rapist, or Raoul the Alcoholic. The trope may have been used by Harmony fans, and the existence of those fics may have given the name to the trope, but frankly that says more about the media preferences of the people writing the article. If I had to guess, it was created during the heyday of Harry Potter, as that coincides with when TV Tropes was getting popular (there are approximately 24 pages with Harry Potter-related titles, three of which, including "Ron the Death Eater," are fanon terms). Based on the current Trope-naming guidelines, were the same page created today it might well not mention a character at all but be named "Good Guys Go Bad."

I'm going to have to ask you to provide some kind of credible article on Harmony shippers sending death threats as unfortunately Rowling gets so many of them that my searches are turning up more recent events. Were that to be true it would be unfortunate. Disappointment is warranted, and the expression of that disappointment is allowed, but one should not send death threats, especially not over this.

I can't comment on "classist body shaming and look shaming comments" as I've never seen those particular attacks made. Unless you're referring to the bit from canon where he's got dirt on his nose? Ron is canonically tall and thin-- who on earth is body shaming him for that? And in comparison to whom? Harry is also skinny, with knobby knees.

Attacking Harmony shippers for their reading comprehension is another ad hominem attack and I must request that you desist on that front. For one, it's inaccurate to say that someone who ships Harmony lacks reading comprehension. Reading comprehension is simply the ability to read a text, process it, and understand its meaning. Two people can have equally good reading comprehension but reach a different understanding of the text by focusing on different aspects or bringing different theories to bear.

You seem to adhere to the opposites-attract, pigtail-pulling-is-cute, antagonistic-bickering-is-a-sign-of-attraction school. I concede that is a common enough trope of its own. You focus on the expressions of jealousy toward other romantic interests, the virulence of their squabbles and the explicit details provided. The very things you seem to favor, the "love-hate relationship" are the same things which concern Harmony fans, who worry that such a relationship would ultimately be unhealthy and devolve into domestic violence. If the 'hate' part of love-hate got significantly better over time, then it wouldn't be as much of an issue, but as late as book six Hermione has escalated from trading insults with Ron to sending birds to attack him. In book seven, when Ron returns Hermione punches him, yells at him, and wants her wand to curse him. We don't see them practicing a lot of healthy conflict resolution-- Hermione rightfully bears a grudge that doesn't seem to be resolved until after they visit the Lovegoods, and we don't see them have a discussion where they talk it out as much as they just go through another particularly dangerous event and it makes them ignore and forget any previous conflict-- just like books one and three. Once they're no longer fighting trolls, death eaters, and Voldemort, can Hermione and Ron actually resolve their disagreements?

In contrast, I, and many other Harmony fans, look for exchanges of support and comfort, understanding one another, prioritizing one another. I look at details such as Hermione's words to Harry in the Potions Challenge in book one, her bringing him toast the morning after the Triwizard champions are selected in book four, and his trust in her and prioritization of her desires in book five. There are also the details in book six of Harry comforting Hermione and talking her up to Slughorn and her comforting him in book seven when they visit the Potters' grave or when they learn about Dumbledore. There are a variety of times where they display compatibility by knowing what one another is thinking, or how they're likely to act. While Harry and Hermione do argue, they still treat each other with respect and even while at odds Harry usually acknowledges that Hermione's position is well-meaning. There are other examples where he expresses anger around her, but acknowledges he's not angry at her, but the situation or other people.

Before the explicit introduction of romance in book six, there were only hints in either direction. Even after book six, there was a chance that any romance or attraction wouldn't last. There are many couples who make it through all of high school only to break up as they get older. A first attraction between Ron and Hermione could have flared and burnt out, and Harry and Hermione could have gotten together in the end. Neither Harry's attraction to Cho nor Ron's to Lavender lasted, after all.

Now for the Ginny "fanfic" you mentioned. Are you talking about the forum post of that name from twenty years ago? The one that's not a fanfic, but a conception of ways that Ginny could be removed in book seven? That only actually has only 196 ways? I'll grant you they're not the most tasteful, but this has been done for many characters over the years, including Hermione, Draco, and Edward Cullen.

I'd disagree about who the most toxic people in the fandom are. You yourself reblogged a post acknowledging the toxicity of the Romione fans. In addition to having seen numerous attacks on Harmony fans by Romione fans (including yourself), I've often seen incredibly toxic behavior from Marauders era fans (ex: 1 2 3), especially the ones who ignore most of canon. I think there has been a decent amount of hatred towards Tonks and Remadora (ex: 1, 2, 3) but it's also easy for most Wolfstar shippers to ignore her existence, considering most Wolfstar occurs before the Remadora relationship is even remotely possible. I can't be bothered to expose myself to HarryxDeathEater ships to find examples of them being abusive to Ginny-- I have most of those tags blocked-- but I'm fairly certain Drarry fans have engaged in just as much Ginny bashing and the use of that love-potion trope you don't like.

Accusing someone of "playing the victim card" is a common form of gaslighting and I suggest you remove it from your vocabulary before your erroneous use causes harm. You're also applying it in a situation where it's false. To play the victim card, one must be fabricating or exaggerating victimhood. To see two asks where someone called me a bitch, look here and here. I've deleted others. Here's an out of the blue attack on Lily and here and here are some against Hermione. In your above response you validated what I said about attacks on reading comprehension, but here's another example. And here's the call for negativity against Harmony shippers. As you can see, these are neither fabrications, nor exaggerations and therefore your accusation is false.

Further, you would really rather preach that all Harmony shippers should accept being victims of cruelty, simply because some may have engaged in negative behavior in the past (and a past that in some cases is twenty years and a whole generation of fans ago)? That seems a rather slippery slope, don't you think? It's thinking like that which has synagogues in Canada and Australia firebombed, when those with particular views on Israel/Palestine attack all Jews over their disagreement with the Israeli government, even when those Jews have no say in what the Israeli government does. It's one thing to disagree with a particular person holding views you don't like, it's another to call for an attack on all shippers. Such an attitude only perpetuates toxicity in fandom.

Defend your ship if you like, but if you want a less toxic fandom, constrain yourself to arguing over the text. After all, don't you want to sow positivity for yourself, lest you dislike what you reap?

There is one thing in common with the PeterMJ (Spider-Man/Marvel) and Romione (Harry Potter) shippers; both of their pairings are 'canon' and have everything going for them thanks to favoritism by the author (J.K. Rowling)/ comic writers (Marvel). Despite all that, these

'canon' shippers aren't satisfied with having an already huge following and seek/continue to tear down on other ships (Harmione & PeterGwen) just to push their pairings to front and center. People like these are why we hate fandoms.

I can't comment on the Marvel portion of this ask as my knowledge of that universe is limited in scope and I'm not an active member of its fandom.

As for the Harry Potter part...

I think Romione fans have the issue that while their pairing is canon, it's not well developed in the text (very few pairings in Harry Potter are). We're told that they get together, marry, and have children, yet we don't actually see a lot of development of the relationship blocks that would support the longevity of their marriage. Yes, they went through the war together (although Ron abandoned them for a good portion of that) and yes they were friends, but their friendship was highly contentious and they spent significant portions of each year not speaking to one another or not hanging out (first year before they were friends, second year when she was petrified, most of third year, part of fourth where Hermione was more with Harry, part of sixth year, and part of seventh). Now, technically, first and second year don't count, but honestly, the only year they spend the entirety of together where they don't have a major fight is their fifth year. We know they like each other from Hermione's actions in book six and Ron's in seven, but we don't really see why they do, why that would turn into love rather than a teenage crush, or why they'd make it as adults.

Supposedly Hermione likes Ron because he's funny. Supposedly Hermione's maturity makes up for Ron's lack and he gets her to open up. While there's something to her liking someone who can lighten things up, if that's all then she could just as easily have liked one of the Weasley Twins instead. As a Hermione-type myself, I've often liked guys who were funny, but them being funny isn't enough. The guy I dated when I was 17 was funny, but he also lacked drive and dedication and in the end that made us incompatible in the long-run. Yeah, it's nice to have friends that can make you laugh, but in a partner for life you want someone you don't have to nag all the time when you need them to do something.

We also know that JKR admitted that Romione was her personal wish-fulfilment, clinging to her original idea of the plot, whatever that was, rather than a natural outcome of what she actually wrote. She also said they'd have needed counseling and their relationship was further questioned in the Cursed Child.

This puts Romione shippers on a weaker footing than most canon-pair shippers in other fandoms, making them defensive. Yes, they have the benefit of canon, but not the textual support, other than 'well, our people got married.' They can be threatened by Harmony supporters, who have fairly well crafted arguments grounded in the text for why Harry and Hermione make sense as a pairing. This makes Harmony a greater threat than pairings which are more loosely grounded in the books: Dramione, for instance, is never going to happen in a close-to-canon universe, but it takes very few tweaks to make Harmony work. Additionally, many of the arguments used in favor of Romione are equally as powerful for Harmony, such as the length of their friendship. Indeed, many of the arguments regarding Hermione's feelings for Harry specifically are a lot stronger, because we do see instances where she chooses Harry over Ron, such as in the seventh book.

It is unfortunate that these tend to become rather nasty fights that devolve into personal attacks on the sanity, demeanor, or reading comprehension of the Harmony shipper. I've seen many people go after another Harmony shipper on here pretty nastily, and I've heard tiktok and instagram are worse. Some screenshots I've seen are basically Romione shippers vowing to spread negativity about Harmony just because they don't like some of the fanfic people have written. As if it weren't possible to just, you know, not read the fanfic you don't like.

It would be nice not to get people randomly calling me a bitch in my inbox, but you know, such is life. I don't know if they dislike me more for shipping Harmony or Jily at this point but I really don't care.

[whyarewecalledtheshipname]

rambled this before but MAN that riku is paralleled to terra who's dad was so extremely aligned with Light that he basically nearly fell to darkness/evil out of his /extreme/ intolerance of it??? Eraqus who totally doesn't remind me of MoM??? GUH RRAHH

[noctlas332]

day three,,,, i would have had liked to work a bit more on this but alas, that did not happen,,

[alaskan-wallflower]

how my parents feel after always reminding me how much better my older brother is than me

[s0fter-sin]

what up it's been 12 years and i'm still pissed there was no consequence to dean being in constant survival mode and fighting 24/7 in purgatory

what do you mean he didn't become a god at hand to hand combat? what do you mean he could still be jumped by random ass demons?

he was - at best - in a constant in-between state meaning he didn't get hungry or tired but that also means he didn’t sleep for a year and was constantly being hunted by hundreds of thousands of monsters that want to eat him specifically, while actively searching for cas

OR he was in a completely normal state meaning he was constantly fighting starvation and exhaustion while all of that was still happening!! it's not like there's much to scavenge in monster heaven!! he would’ve been on the verge of dying for a year!!!

then he comes back and he's just exactly the same? the same level of fighting skill he's always had? if not slightly worse for some reason?? what do you mean he couldn't kill anything he came across with his eyes closed when it's what he's been doing EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR???

it's always been one of the flaws of a show running for so long that after like s6 they never seemed to be getting better? they still got the shit kicked out of them by demons and ghosts and what have you and instead of finding obscure rituals they just got A Better Gun™️

both sam and dean are the peak of what hunters can be; they've been trained to hunt and kill things bigger and stronger than them since they were children, so what do you mean they still get the shit kicked out of them so often? was it just to show how strong monsters are? that even with their level of experience and skill, they're still outmatched?

(or do you just need a way to keep up the tension cough cough what who said that)

but you can't have dean who's been trained to be an elite soldier Since He Was Four Years Old go into a 360 combat scenario for an entire year - a good chunk of which he was completely by himself - then say he didn't improve his combat skills At All

and not even just combat, his senses would've been off the charts!! there was nothing but ambient forest noise and growling, his hearing would've gotten so sharp, it was darker so his night vision would ve been insane and he should've been able to feel a monster coming a mile away after constantly being on guard

post purgatory dean had the opportunity to be a completely different beast to anything we'd ever seen before, to be a completely different kind of traumatised from all of his other trauma

hell broke him but purgatory should've broken and rebuilt him into something Terrifying

[immortalsins]

might have fucked up so its going on the blog

[icewindandboringhorror]

I’m always paranoid of my tumblr being deleted or malfunctioning or something like that someday, so here’s other places to find me/follow me, just in case lol

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[waheedawolf]

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