#you are defiant

[leche-flandom]

okay violence is not the answer etc etc...that fist pump though? UGH we're gonna see that airbrushed above a teary eyed bald eagle on the back of so many ripped sleeve spring break t shirts for the rest of our goddamn lives

[charmwasjess]

Lightsaber Theory: Obi-Wan "Sith Lords are Our Specialty" Kenobi consistently loses duels to Dooku not for any reason of technical form mismatch or lack of ability, but because Dooku is not even pretending to try to kill him. Resultantly, Obi-Wan can’t figure out what the fuck is going on when they fight. 

Obi-Wan: (preparing to defend an expected lethal strike) You’ll answer for your enormities, Count!

Dooku: (giving him the lightest love tap on the leg) Don’t be so sure, my special good lineage baby boy, so perfect in my eyes. 

Obi-Wan: …What?

Dooku: What?

Which Dooku and Obi-Wan proud lineage moment is even the most unhinged? There are so many to choose from! Is it Dooku’s frequent inability, both in AotC and TCW, to keep from spontaneously gushing about Sidious’s plans and even his own dark secrets to Obi-Wan?? Is it the time in Labyrinth of Evil where Dooku drags a long-suffering, bored Grievous over to watch a holorecording of Anakin and Obi-Wan thwarting his plans yet again, to point out how beautifully they’re working together as a team and how much he likes watching their lightsaber work evolve? Is it in the recent Brotherhood novel, where Obi-Wan just has to casually namedrop Qui-Gon to get Dooku to do exactly what he wants?

Obi-Wan is a big problem for Sidious in his mission to destabilize and corrupt Anakin, and Sidious knows it. He needs him out of the picture to do the same isolating, evil bullshit that worked so well when ensnaring Dooku himself. But the war has been going on for years now, and guess who remains inconveniently alive? And whose job was that to take care of? Oh yeah. I remember. His useless, Padawan assassin-collecting apprentice: fucking Count Dooku. By the time of RotS, Sidious has specifically ordered Dooku to make fucking sure Obi-Wan is dead only for him to completely ignore the command about a half-dozen times.

Going by the Stover RotS novelization, in the same scene where Dooku also literally refers to Obi-Wan as his fucking grandson actually, add that to our earlier list, Sidious reiterates that KILL OBI-WAN is the plan (over the sound of Dooku’s loud complaining) moments before that final duel.  I kind of wish we’d gotten a shot of Sidious's incredulous, enraged expression as Dooku knocks Obi-Wan unconscious and pins him safely out of the way. He is, once again, going out of his way to not kill Obi-Wan in that duel, and this time directly disobeying his Master to his face after they just had a conversation about it. You just know exactly what Sidious must be thinking at that moment. Oh, Dooku. You are so fucking fired.

[rule-masochism]

we all love our gagged whumpees, but the way im automatically won over is when the tiny process of whumpee being gagged is described in very careful detail.

pushing the tangled hair out of their face so you can slide the straps under it. maybe it's coated with sweat.

if whumpee is defiant, i love seeing how they toss their head back and how you have to force their mouth open. maybe they bite a few times? very annoying for whumper. but shoving their head back towards you, gripping onto their hair and telling them to cut that shit out...ooh, that's fun.

obedient whumpees are just as fun because they'll just open up for whumper. stick that pretty tongue out and remain still as you clip it behind their head. maybe you can even stroke their hair a little. throw in a 'good boy/girl' for good measure 🙏🙏🙏

then theres the look!! i wanna know what they eyes are doing!! are they glaring straight ahead to avoid looking at whumper, or shooting daggers at them anyway? do they stare at the ground? or is it all listless if they've done this many times before?

and when you're done... i wanna know the result. what kind of gag is it (personally im a sucker for open-mouth) and how does it make em look? are they drooling already? what does whumper have to say about this?

i dont care how unnecessarily long you think you made your gagging scene, we're whump writers we're all here to indulge!! give your whumpee's mouths some love 🫶🫶

[whumblr]

You've heard of: singing silly songs to your pet

Now get ready for: defiant whumpees singing silly songs about how their whumper is an asshole Bonus: Whumper is listening behind the corner.

[zillychu]

woke up from a dead sleep last night realizing I could make soroku flavored pitch pearl and no one could stop me

edit: you know what? I'm feral and I won't apologize. more under the cut bc this is my house

I slammed this out all at once so I apologize for the quality but I'm having EMOTIONS

so imagine. bc of the way Danny was quickly resuscitated, his ghost only barely started forming. With the excess blast of ectoplasm from the portal being created, that little whisp was given form even after Danny's soul returned to his body.

except this ghost (Phantom) slowly comes into consciousness while trapped in Danny's body. they're separate entities sharing one body, but Phantom doesn't really have a sense of self right away. he pieces together vague fragments of Danny's memory to get a basic understanding of the world, and is mostly just observing like a backseat passenger.

Phantom starts reflexively protecting Danny, his powers and instincts bleeding through when his emotions are high. Danny doesn't really transform, and his personality doesn't totally shift that much at first because Phantom’s mind isn't complex yet. but as time goes on, and Danny has tense conversations with ghosts, Phantom realizes that's what he is. he's a ghost, somehow trapped in his old body. and even now, this early on, he already feels separate. he doesn't have all the memories Danny has.

this slowly turns into horror. into rage. sorrow, mourning a life he never got and will never get to have. forever trapped behind the eyes of someone else, never able to interact with the world. Phantom's rage eventually boils over until it allows him short bursts of taking over Danny's body. it starts out small–a stray hand moving without his consent, knees locking up, ghost abilities going awry. Danny can start feeling emotions that don't belong to him. get vague impressions, almost hears a voice inside him.

and eventually, Phantom is able to fully take over. this is when Danny “transforms". at first, Danny blacks out because his consciousness isn't used to being shoved into the back seat. but eventually, he's awake for these “episodes", trapped in the back of his mind while Phantom controls his body. this only happens when ghost stuff is happening, when Phantom feels threatened enough. he's not protecting Danny, he's protecting himself. Phantom knows instinctively that if Danny dies, he dies too. he's not a normal ghost, he wouldn't be freed. he'd simply disappear.

at one point after a fight, Phantom can feel Danny struggling to take back control. and he talks to Danny for the first time, acknowledges he's there. asks how it's fair that Danny is the one that gets to exist. but Phantom is tired and weak, he slips back into the passenger seat.

over the next few days, he's able to start talking to Danny even while he's not driving. though he's not chatty, it's only when necessary. and Danny knows, can feel it across the link between them–Phantom hates him. the ghost he created is desperate to find a way to take over completely. and as time goes on, Danny realizes with horror that it might actually be possible for Phantom to do that. he grows stronger every day, can stay transformed longer, controls Danny's body with much more ease.

it's only through a chance meeting with Frostbite that Danny and Phantom fully learn what happened to them. Danny feels sympathetic towards Phantom now. this isn't a malevolent ghost, it's a person who was never given the chance to live. who's trapped. who has to watch someone else live a life they're just as deserving of.

and Phantom feels that emotion from Danny. is so shocked by it, he doesn't know how to handle it at first. it takes him a while to contemplate, to talk to other ghosts like Frostbite. until one day, Phantom realizes… he feels sympathy for Danny, too.

neither of them asked for this. both of them deserve to live. Danny didn't do anything wrong. they're both villains to each other's story. and if anything… doesn't Phantom owe his life to Danny in the first place?

Phantom takes over less often. Danny doesn't feel hatred from him anymore. anger, yes–but not aimed at him. in fact, Phantom starts controlling their body in little ways in order to protect Danny from things that aren't even dangerous. just to avoid pain that would only affect the human tethered to him.

it isn't long before they're separated, either thanks to another ghost or Danny's parents. they're thrown apart in the middle of a horrific fight, and when Danny sees Phantom's equally shocked expression, he's terrified.

this ghost that hated him for so long–at best, Phantom would leave him defenseless. at worst, surely some part of Phantom still wants to kill him for stealing away his chance for autonomy.

and yet, when fire rains down on them, Phantom risks it all to grab Danny and get them both to safety. they're still both shaken and stunned this is even happening, but Phantom is able to nervously be like shit shit shit okay stay here don't go anywhere or I can't protect you, okay?

after the fight is over and dust settles, Phantom offers Danny his hand. they stare at each other and god if this isn't the weirdest thing. like, uh, okay, what now? they decide to go see Frostbite, who confirms that they're fully separate now. they ask if there's any chance of merging again and Frostbite assures it's impossible.

Phantom asks, even if I overshadowed Danny? or stay real close? yes, it's nothing to worry about. they leave, and back in the quiet of Danny's room, they talk. Phantom isn't sure what to do. now that opportunity is in front of him, he feels paralyzed. Danny does his best to let Phantom know that… they might be separate now, but if he ever wants help or even just a friendly ear, he's here for him.

Phantom is quiet for a while. then says maybe he just needs to rest first. he'll think about it tomorrow. they're both exhausted and injured. Phantom asks quietly… if he could rest in Danny for the night.

Danny's shocked, and–really confused. Phantom blushes and is like I don't know what my haunt is yet, I don't know where to go, but I know… you're kind of my home. now that I know I can leave whenever I want, it's not something bad anymore. I miss feeling your heart next to my core, just a little bit.

and Danny is just as surprised when Phantom overshadows him, then quietly nestles into the passenger seat again. he didn't realize how he got used to feeling Phantom with him. it's a feedback loop of contentedness, and Danny sleeps easily. (they also find out while sharing a body, Danny gets to reap the benefits of Phantom's supernatural healing)

anyway that's all I got for now thank u for coming to my ted talk

[moonhibs]

Au where Julian is a child of divorce

[thresholdbb]

I have a gripe about the Star Trek mugs...

Picard's teacup is a delicate, fragile little thing held by a strip of plastic and a dream. That thin glass will break if you look at it sideways. And where do they put that ridiculous tiny cup? On the Enterprise, which is always being dragged into conflict

The DS9 raktajino mugs are hefty, wide-based things that are meant to not tip over. They're called no-spill mugs. They have a foam piece on the bottom so they don't slip. They're incredibly sturdy – meant for ships and traveling! Where do they put them? At the station, which is arguably the most stable place they could be cause DS9 rarely gets knocked about.

Far as I'm concerned, Janeway's the only one doing practical space mugs correctly. Come on, a metal travel mug that's as strong as her coffee is black? Takes a beating through 70,000 light years of bridge shakes fighting off the Borg and the Hirogen and still holds a hot drink? Now that's a space mug

[kazz-brekker]

i present: my extremely long and highly specific list of book recs for my fellow rings of power fans

[uriswhumpchamber]

Whumpee looking at the camera, mouthing "you hear this guy?" in the middle of one of Whumper's rants.

[voiceless-terror]

Okay but the Severance Vinyl didn't have to go so hard

[anachronistic-falsehood]

SHE MADE HIM WORSE 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

[frogayyyy]

first kiss + hesitation + ‘not like this’

good omens s2e6 ‘every day’ // star trek: the wrath of khan

[cyberwhumper]

Whiskey was almost feeling maybe kind of okay. The goons had left him alone for a while, fucking off to go get high and vandalize garbage bins or whatever it is that Baxter and his tiny dick do, and despite the pain and the cold and the general paranoia, Whiskey had actually managed to fall asleep.

Of course it doesn’t last.

Whiskey wakes up gagging and choking, the sole of Baxter’s boot pressing into his throat, pinching the delicate skin against the metal collar bolted around his neck. He grabs Baxter’s ankle on reflex, struggling weakly to try and ease up the pressure as his vision starts going gray. It does get Baxter to let up on his trachea, which is nice, but earns him a swift kick to the temple instead, which is less nice.

“Fuck d’you think you’re doin’, mutt?” Baxter drawls. He’s drunk. Awesome. “Y’having a nice nap?”

“Fuck you,” Whiskey rasps, then squeezes his eyes shut in well-timed anticipation of Baxter’s spit hitting his cheek. Jesus. He’s trained. Dirty mutt, through and through.

Somewhere above him, Baxter cackles. Whiskey keeps his eyes closed, riding out the waves of spinning. If he ignores the splitting pain in his head and his ankle and his everything, he can almost pretend this is all just a bad trip. He can pretend he’s sacked out on the couch in Marky’s basement, ripping dabs and listening to music and staring at the blacklight posters blurring like wet paint across the walls. Real glory days. God, Whiskey’s life is fucking pathetic.

He opens his eyes.

Baxter howls with laughter at the way Whiskey recoils from the fact that the guy is bent over him, ugly face and foul breath an inch away from Whiskey’s nose. “Aww, did I scare ya? Christ, you’re jumpy.” He wraps black metal fingers around one of Whiskey’s tusks and yanks hard, eliciting an involuntary groan. “Were ya dreamin’, mutt?”

“Yeah. ‘Bout you havin’ an appointment with the inside of a wood chipper.”

“Bitch.” There’s not even any heat in it, but Baxter’s boot connects with his ribs just the same, and Whiskey curls up on himself as much as he can between the chains, gasping. It doesn’t make a difference. Baxter kicks his knees apart next, making the eye bolt grate against his ankle bones, but Whiskey would rather go a dozen more rounds with the drill than have the wandering sole of the boot plant itself against his crotch. “Bet you were dreamin’ about rutting.” The boot presses firmer, and Whiskey feels himself splinter a little on the inside, soul fracturing like Mark’s stupid posters used to around 2 am. “Nasty fuckin’ animal. Got yerself a little morning wood, eh?”

“Stop,” he whispers.

Baxter laughs again, snapping a sloppy kick into Whiskey’s inner thigh. Whiskey barely even feels it. He’s floating somewhere far away, a lake made of mirrors, his own stupid face.

This time, he doesn’t manage to close his eyes before the spit hits.

[Fic by the exceptionally talented @bxtterflystxtches , who I have the honor of collaborating with for this event. Please show him some love!]

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[whumporama]

Defiant whumpee won't break. Nothing is working. Whumper is getting a little bored. When the people whumper works with manage to capture someone whumpee cares about.

And they didn't even have to touch them for their defiant whumpee to immediately crumble.

Suddenly all they have to do is threaten this person and whumpee will beg and do whatever they say. Suddenly torturing defiant whumpee is alot more fun.

Bonus if they follow through on these threats when whumpee is unable to cooperate

I love this. Especially if defiant Whumpee doesn't even care about being mocked or taunted. They know they'll do anything for the other person.

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“I told you to stay down”

"And I told you to keep your hands off me!"

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee kidnapped and held for a while.

Problem? They need their mood medicine, and they become more and more angry and defiant the longer they go without it while in captivity.

Cue Whumper being cursed out, threatened, and spat at by Whumpee, and then a few seconds later Whumpee is a crying and babbling mess.