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queenaeducan-writes · 1 year

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Spokes in the Wheel

Pairing: Kirrahe x Mordin Solus Characters: Kirrahe, Mordin Solus Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Archive Warnings: Major Character Death Other Tags: Double Drabbles, Salarian worldbuilding Summary: There was a word for what Kirrahe meant to Mordin, but it took a lifetime for him to find it. A series of 200 word fics about Kirrahe and Mordin's relationship. Written for the @spectre-requisitions-exchange for jaigheart. You can also read it here on AO3!

13th of Kesh, 2756 GS. 600 hours. The first time Mordin saw Kirrahe. He was dressed simply, relieved of his STG armour for a more casual fit. The black weave of his jumpsuit only served to make him look greener, his bright skin blooming against the synthetic light.

While the other agents lounged in their seats, he sat straight. His ambition could be measured by the angle of his spine. He appeared at first the picture of arrogance, a young commander with a chip on his shoulder and plenty to prove. Mordin was prepared to work through gritted teeth. He’d known sooner or later the soldier faction within the STG would rear its head in this project. No Salarian ever set foot on Tuchanka without a bullet to spare.

And that was what Kirrahe was: the unwavering path of a bullet, hurtling towards its target with the force of a mass effect field behind it.

“You’re Doctor Solus, aren’t you?” Immediately, he rose from his seat. A smooth, liquid movement. Almost disarming to witness.

Almost.

“My superiors spoke highly of you,” he continued, offering his hand. “I’m eager to see what you and your scientists are made of.”

“STG hired the best,” Mordin replied. “Adjust expectations accordingly.”

20th of Pa’esh, 2756 GS. 1800 hours. His head felt lighter than yesterday morning. Far from a relief, instead every movement needed to be recalibrated. Relieved, now, of his right cranial horn, what before was a simple turn of the head would now send him careening.

Rather than spilling onto the floor, a pair of arms caught him, steadying him with apparent ease. “Shouldn’t you be resting?” Kirrahe chided.

“No time for rest. Immediate danger dealt with, must now deal with other… personal matters.” Mordin blinked. Drop 16 still felt like a dream. The inconvenient kind. The events of the day moved through his mind as though another salarian had lived them. Yet the injury to his horn proved otherwise.

That was until he remembered Maelon. The dismay in his voice when he saw they had killed krogan females was all too real.

“Personal matters. You mean Maelon?”

“Yes. Hope to convince him to recant protest now that dust has settled. See necessity in parameter shift.”

“I’ve already struck it from the official report. He’s young, one moment of weakness shouldn’t define the rest of his career.”

Gratitude swelled in his chest. Hard to believe this was the man he’d traded so many venomous barbs with yesterday.

1st of Da’esh, 2762 GS. 1000 hours. Medical personnel had reassured him all was well. Though the Commander— no, Captain’s unit had taken heavy losses, Kirrahe himself escaped with only minor injury. Mordin knew better.

He’d drafted countless emails inquiring after him. Deleted them just as quickly. Better to go himself.

Hearsay placed Kirrahe on Nasurn, his homeworld, in his clan’s embrace. The natural place for any salarian to return when life’s tests threatened to overwhelm, though Mordin had never felt such loyalty to his own.

“The first word I received when I was released from hospital was that Clan Narra had accepted my family’s bid for a reproduction contract,” Kirrahe told him not long after their reunion. “It looks like I’ll be a father again.”

A match most males would kill for. Then again, Kirrahe had.

“Seem hesitant.” Mordin sniffed. “Unlike you.”

“These days I save my certainty for my soldiers. I don’t have much to spare for myself.” The captain stretched, then winced, clutching a hidden injury. “It is nice to think something good could come from Virmire… what a mess.”

“Your last daughter— a product of the Modification Project success, correct?”

“True, but she’s not the only good thing that came from those days.”

15th of Kesh, 2765 GS. 500 hours. “Are you willing to admit that I was right?” Was the first thing Kirrahe said to him on Sur’kesh. Before platitudes, before niceties.

Mordin wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Would sooner die,” he shot back, which only encouraged the Captain— no, Major.

“I see age has done nothing for your obstinance,” Kirrahe said. “Perhaps we settle the matter over drinks, loser pays.”

Neither needed reminding of which argument they were returning to. One word, and it was as fresh in Mordin’s mind as the day it was had. The weary look on Rentola’s face as they continued was a clear sign they were not alone in their remembering.

What few hours Mordin had to waste were spent in Kirrahe’s company. Although, he was ashamed to say, he couldn’t remember who won, which certainly meant it was not him. Still clear, however, was the flash of Kirrahe’s eyes in the failing daylight. They invited curiosity. Questions Mordin had never forgotten, but buried beneath years of guilt.

Later, Eve would jest that perhaps their kinds were not so different, if the vehicles for how they expressed love played out so similarly. Albeit with fewer headbutts.

Mordin had no answer for her.

27th of Da’esh, 2765 GS. 2100 hours. It will be raining on Nasurn, Mordin thinks. It always does this time of year. When he closes his eyes, the patter of stone on the reinforced glass nearly passes for its chorus.

As he slips further into the distance, Shepard’s figure vanishes beneath a plume of rubble, and he is left with his memories. Nostalgia drowns his fears.

In the years after the Genophage Project ended, Mordin dove deep into the ancient wisdom of his people. He’d long thought there’d been no word for what Kirrahe is to him, at least not until the asari settled among the salarians. By the time he learned there was, their lives had passed one another by. Or so he thought.

Like the cycle of life itself, salarian lives turned in circles. It brought him to Shepard, to Tuchanka, to Maelon, and to Kirrahe.

Shadows pass over him as he draws nearer his destination. A nervous song plays upon his lips. He remembers how Kirrahe’s hand folded over his as he spoke the word back to him. Skin so green it stripped the colour from Sur’kesh’s leaves.

The door opens. Fire drinks the moisture from his skin. The wheel turns for him again.

#kirrahe #mass effect #mordin solus #salarian #mass effect fanfiction #character: kirrahe #character: mordin #pairing: kirrahe x mordin #pairing: romantic

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orionsangel86 · 8 months

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About the twinklify the twink? That's why I don't go full Dreamling. I have nothing against it, but they way they get twisted 90% of the times is just "uhh that not my Dream" for me. And same with all the Dark Morpheus x f/m reader. "That's not my Morpheus" and it's ok, because a) fanfiction keeps the media alive until the next piece we can get and b) fanfiction keeps people alive too, no matter what they picture. So, it's ok to feel like this, I guess.

I think that's the main takeaway from this. YKINMK after all. I'm a firm believer of "do what you want always" though of course, that doesn't mean you should be free from criticism, it just means maybe don't take criticism to heart ya know? This doesn't mean people should go onto others posts and fanfics and complain! God no! But people should be allowed to complain in their own posts - so long as anything particularly harsh isn't put in the main tags or is tagged accordingly. Like of course people aren't always gonna love everything you do, and sometimes when certain headcanons and ideas get bastardised by fanon echo chambers they become so far removed from canon that you are basically writing an OC with your fave characters face, but that's okay if it brings you joy. Just don't expect everyone to love and adore it ya know?

The problem I have with the extra twinkification of characters in ship dynamics is that I have a problem with m/m ships being twisted so far away from their canon counterparts that one party becomes obviously "feminine" and the other obviously "masculine". By which I mean one character is made extra skinny frail and delicate, submissive, virginal, pure, and always ALWAYS the bottom. The other character becomes huge and muscular and hairy and masculine, and take the role of protector and dominating and experienced and is ALWAYS the top.

Do you see what I mean? This has been prevailent in fandom culture since day 1 of course, and its a huge pet peeve of mine. I do view it as somewhat problematic because it feels like trying to fit a mlm ship into a heternormative box. Its a layered mess of misogyny and homophobia wrapped up in a fandom bow. It was worse years ago, during the SuperWhoLock days, and I will forever be grateful to Misha Collins for beefing up so much he enabled Cas to beat the effeminate twink allegations (knowing Mollins he probably came across a particularly bad fanfic or fanart and then spent several hours staring at himself in a mirror before throwing himself into an intensive gym routine).

I don't think its too prevailent in Dreamling fics, though I guess when you have a whole episode devoted to showing how Dream is pale, thin, beautiful, ethereal, completely hairless, and trapped, its easy to see why fandoms minds went to "twink" and then to "we need to find him a saviour". But I do wish the power dynamic would be a bit more balanced. Dream is no wilting flower. He is all pure lean muscle. He is no frail delicate thing. He has the body of a long distance marathon runner. He is power and self righteousness and fury and control. Yeah, he may be submissive with his lovers, but he's hardly inexperienced.

Hob is also in no way a macho man. He's hairy sure, but that's basically it. He actually isn't all that more muscular than Dream, he's only slightly broader, and he's not taller - I think they are the same height? Again, to stress, people can do what they want always. But please do take time to branch outside of the fandom echo chambers and refamiliarise yourself with canon once in a while. Especially when those echo chambers are leaning towards problematic dynamics like those mentioned above.

This is by no means a dig at any individuals, at any creative works I have come across or anything else of the sort. I just sometimes find the fanon echo chambers and widely accepted headcanons a bit irritating, especially when they don't fit with canon. It's fine on a small scale. I am not the person who is gonna comment "he would not fucking say that" because its mean and those posts are mean. It's when the whole fandom seems to adopt certain ideas, and suddenly any deviation from those ideas seems wrong to fandom at large. It becomes difficult to counter those ideas without suddenly being labelled a hater. Look at all the ridiculous discourse in Good Omens fandom because of how deeply far removed from the original source material the fandom took the characters over the 4 year gap between seasons? They were literally going into Neil Gaimans inbox complaining when season 2 deviated from widely accepted fanon headcanons! To the point that Neil had to clarify that what they were complaining about was never canon to begin with!!

Anyway, this post is probably controversial enough without me prattling on any further. Let me stress one last time that you can do what you want always, and everyone should be able to play in the sandbox however they want - just please check yourselves and your prejudices and do consider if the tropes you are encouraging have any harmful implications before throwing yourself into them.

#fandom problems #fandom discourse #the sandman #asks

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daydadahlias · 8 months

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what’s your thought on minors reading your stories?

hm, that's a good question, and I think one that's far more nuanced/convoluted than people often give it credit for and than I often like to think about.

obviously, I'm more than happy for minors to read my G/T and even M rated fics but when we get into the explicit territory - which I assume is what you're asking about - it can get tricky.

i will say, before I get into this far too long and rambling answer, that as a blanket statement, I would prefer that minors did not engage with explicit material period, including my own. However, it would simply be negligent of me to act like there are not minors who actively consume my content.

For a while there, I had "minors dni" in my bio and I also had 18+ for some time but I eventually took both out because I know it doesn't really dissuade people from interacting; if kids/minors want to look at something, they will look at it. And if they can't find it in certain places, they will without a doubt look for it in others.

it's a sad fact about our current culture that by the age of 12, most children will have actively seen pornography - mostly due to pop up ads online and just the sheer volume of pornographic content that exists in our world. so I am under no disillusion that minors also actively seek it out. I mean, I started reading porn when I was 12. Do I think, realistically, that it was a good thing for my emotional development? Uhm, no I don't! I don't think kids should be reading porn; it vastly skews their perceptions of sex and can negatively impact their relationships with sexuality in their adulthood. That's just a proven fact. So if I had any real say in it, I would say that minors should not be reading/viewing porn period, definitely not before the age of 15. That includes my own.

But, all that to say, I understand that I am an adult posting pornography on a public platform; if minors want to stumble on it, they will. I also know that I have all the necessary warnings and content triggers in place should someone come across my work and, at a certain point, if they continue to view it despite it being marked for mature audiences, that is not On Me as a creator. I cannot control what people choose to view.

I will say that, in terms of sexual content, I know that I am always writing healthy and consensual sexual dynamics between my characters so of the porn that minors could be exposed to, mine is certainly not of the dangerous variety for a minor to be consuming.

Am I fully comfortable with the thought of minors reading my material? No. But I'm not going to make it a habit to police people's interaction with the internet and I'm also not going to go through every single one of my followers and search to see if they're a minor to block them if they are. That doesn't stop kids from seeking things out. Frankly, I think blocking minors would only make them seek out other dangerous sexual content. Sometimes I think that I'd rather minors read my explicit material rather than explicit material that is tagged incorrectly, y'know? I'd rather minors read about actual consensual sex than dub-con or rape disguised as such.

At the end of the day, all I want is for minors to recognize that what they read online is not an accurate articulation of what occurs in real life and do their necessary research to be safe when they actively choose to interact with sex irl. But far be it from me to tell them how they should and should not consume written material, y'know?

I have an obligation as a creator (as I think all creators do) to tag my material properly and trigger warn accordingly because I do know realistically that minors might come across it, but from there it's completely out of my hands on if minors choose to engage with it or not.

#hope i articulated myself well on this!!#it's something i think about fairly often bc i do have a couple 'frequent' followers who engage w/ my stuff that i know are minors #and while I as an adult have an obligation to not create close relationships with them or divulge in one on one contact #them consuming my content in a public sphere doesn't... Bother me #minors are 'allowed' to read my stuff if they want to #if the larger question is 'do i think they should' no... i would prefer they didnt #but i know i cant stop them from doing it yknow?#so that's just kind of... how the cookie crumbles #curious why you asked this i dont think ive ever been asked and ive been writing for 3 years now in this fandom #crazy to think about #yeah if ur a minor just make sure u stay safe ok? :)#and i really am here for kids if they need anything. like i really am #i just want kids to be safe first and foremost #pigeon #anon

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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byf 𖦹

this is a male reader blog, pairings being (anyone x male reader). i write on tumblr to just reach my audience - male readers. my only requests are: if a post is nsfw, and you are fem aligned and a minor, you do not interact with those posts. if i see you interact with an nsfw post and you fall under that “criteria” i will block you. if your blog is blank and you interact with my nsfw posts, i will block you. i wouldn’t feel comfortable with that and i will actively go through the likes on all my nsfw posts to find you and block you LMFAOAO. those posts are the only posts i will “police” because all im asking is you don’t interact with just those in particular. i wouldn’t feel comfortable with that. they will be tagged accordingly and obviously. i'm going to make there be a cutoff/keep reading tab for every nsfw piece so that you don't even have to glimpse at it, or scroll for a long while to go past it, just skip over it <3

i will occasionally post yandere oc/character (x reader) content ! if that is not your cup of tea, please by all means, don’t interact with it/me. these too will be tagged/marked obviously to give warning (whether it be in title or description).

that being said: this blog is mainly sfw !!! with a multitude of works i don't mind people far and beyond interacting with.

#navigation #jaime's navigation #dni #byf #blog maintenance #PLEASE BRO #JUST LISTEN TO THIS #JUST PLEASE #<3 thank u for being REAL and listening to this PLEAD guys

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minheeskitten · 5 months

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"2k is long" is also nonsense i'm so sorry 😭 2k is barely anything if you're trying to introduce an AU and actually flesh in a setting and especially if you're trying to show different personality traits 😭 your fic are mostly AUs with really well thought out lore, and it needs the word count to breathe and establish everything. if someone's attention span is too short to read more than - what - 2 pages? that's their problem, not yours! fwiw, my fic lengths range with the shortest starting at around 5k and the longest getting close to 30k and i have never had anyone leave a complaint about the length! people are more than willing to sit through 10k+ just to get to the smutty stuff, and they usually end up enjoying the rest of the fic as well. do not worry about it! you're doing just fine 🩷

I don't often look at the length of a fic unless im updating someone on how long its getting. My shortest wip is 100 words. And. Ive posted it to here bcs i feel it'll never be finished.

If it does get finished eventually then i will post it as a fic but. Until then it sits in my drafts.

My fics almost always include worldbuilding to at least 3k now. Though not all of them were like that.

Do you want in on a secret? I don't think out the world for my aus. It fleshes itself out. I think on what may happen n go from there. The story writes itself. I am just a vessel for the words and visions.

I am absolutely terrible at worldbuilding if im doing it consciously.

Its why i have visible headcanons for idols. But i just can't put them into words haha.

The most i think through is 'what sort of details would enhance this and make it better to read'

And then thats where i go from!

Siren!ivan was originally supposed to be more non-con than it is rn. The consent is not proper consent tho but thats bcs. Well. Siren wants what he wants and he will convince dann to give it to him.

Though. Thats a little bit of a spoiler. It is going to be tagged accordingly. Don't worry ill tag fics right.

The fic i thought through the most, probably is one ive not even started wtiting. The dissection fic. I gotta do all sorts of research so i can make sure its accurate and well done.

Which unfortunately means i gotta look at anatomy from a more medical standpoint. Need to go find a book for that..

The first fic i put out actually has a very strong plot hole. That i told myself id patch before posting it but. I didn't.

That plot hole was the reasoning as to why ivan was doing that to hwon. It has a very weak reason and i could absolutely fix it now. But. Not this year.

I write ab 5k minimum most of the time haha. I prefer letting the story fill itself out n then helping fine tune details. Its why i really can't tell you how long a fic may be.

So far my longest fic is 16k words. Published. Theres more unpublished. That's for the abandoned but not orphaned one.

I may return to it eventually. That's why i didn't wanna orphan it.

All of my fics stop at a point they organically would have stopped at. When i feel it can't really take another scene. I end it. That usually leaves spaces for part twos to them as well!

But i like exploring aus as i write them.

Fun fact! I write aus bcs im worried that if i do anything else i may accidentally copy someone else's idea.

I do get inspired by the other kd writers. Oh gods do i get inspired.

Lee, lunar, eve, even erin, who encourages the hwonicide. They all inspire me in their own ways. Does that usually come in the form of a prompt to note down asap? Yeah.

But other ways are helping with details for fics. And they are all very welcome to chat ab fics w me. I don't steal ideas. Not without permission and changing it to be my own.

I have a prompt that is inspired by eve's fic Clear My Mind (eve is karmacumover btw!)

But it is different. I may show her the prompt itself if she wants to see it haha.

But i love working on fics. Even if I can't be proud of them as a 'look i made this!' i can still look at the work and go 'yeah. Thats good.'

Thank you lee for helping me figure out how to do that. It was amazing to be able to step back and go 'thats a good story' if i removed myself from it.

The lee im referring to here is intenselysalmon. So she knows who im referring to.

One day. One day my goal is to be proud of how much I've written. Of what I've written.

Its a goal i think is far away. But the more i talk to other writers. The more i realize.

Im not as bad at writing as i think i am.

Honestly id never even considered myself a good writer, until i asked writers like lee and erin their feedback on my works. And they both said i write well. Maybe a little dialogue heavy but. Thats fine i can work on it.

Im doing my best. And im trying to ensure i continue getting better.

The more i talk to other writers and see how they talk ab my writing. The more i go. 'maybe im too harsh on myself' but. As they say, you are your own worst critic.

Honestly i never even considered my work good enough to do much with. But. Lunar still offered to possibly do a collab or fic trade. And i keep thinking on it. Maybe.

It makes me think they find me a better writer than i find myself to be.

Then i see eve, reacting to some of the xlips of airen!ivan ive put out. And she's reacting as i would for any of lee's clips. I find lee an amazing writer. It seems eve thinks of me that way too.

Im trying to wrap my head around it. But the reason i am so harsh on myself is. Anxiety and self doubt. And i need to work through them.

Thats the first time ive admitted that.

I will work through my weaknesses, and be better than before. Slowly. It takes time. I have to be patient.

One day. One day i will be able to proudly say 'im a good writer'

Its not today. But. It will be an eventuality.

Moots mentioned in this post:

Lee (@intenselysalmon )

Erin (@kurenaiwataru )

Eve (@karmacumover )

Lunar (@kingdoms-babygirl )

#asks <3 #anons <3 #🩷 anon #long post

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riridontneedya · 2 years

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What's mine isn't yours ....

Well! here it is !! After much debate over a title shout out to the absolute babe @notyour-valentine who came up with it! love you lots like jelly tots . Also all the love to the kind @runnning-outof-time who also gave me a fantastic suggestion . Honestly thats why its so late up I went from nothing to spending most the day agonising over my choices hahaha anyway I'm so grateful :) x

Pairing: Tommy x Y/n x Micheal

Summary: Female reader finds herself frustrated with Tommys dismissive behaviour. She sets out to harmlessly achieve a reaction from Tommy with no intention of pursuing these ventures ... however things take a turn when there's a different tone with Micheal

Word count : 3,700

Warnings : Would you like some plot to go with that smut ;) .

A/n: PS! let me know if you'd like a sort of "series" from this .. I can create wee back stories developing more on how each relationship came to be .. if you're interested . I could also make the reader gravitate to your chosen beau or change her tune entirely ! either way let me know & Shout again to the gorgeous lot who helped with the title and support! means the absolute world! Do not hesitate to give me feedback if you wish etc , always happy to hear you guys thoughts and opinions! I really hope you enjoy it xx

Pss: @mrkdvidal1989 loving the honesty haha , here's your wee tag now its completed :) x

The saying goes.. ‘To any action there is always an opposite and equal reaction’ at least according to Newtons theory. Alas y/n was eager to put it to the test tonight. If everything were to go according to plan her actions would solicit the exact reaction she wanted from Tommy. Y/n knew she had to be sly yet subtle .. As Tommy always had a knack for being 10 steps ahead of you. As well as that he seldom rewarded bad behaviour so ,any deliberate frivolous displays of defiance would land her a much longer sentence of silent treatment. This behaviour was not uncommon for Tommy but y/n grew tiresome off his broody spells and lack of communication .. leaving her pining for his attention .. his touch. It had gone on long enough and y/n was ready to play her own games. Y/n gazed over at the numerous articles of clothing littered across the bed. To say she had nothing to wear would be utterly untrue as to fill the void of his absence Tommy always adorned her with the latest ,lavish Parisian fashions and glittering jewels. She had an absolute abundance of choice.. its was just that none of them had that certain je ne sais quoi .If she wore something far too extravagant Tommy would notice immediately ..have her return home at once and demand she tell him who else she was fucking. As toxic as it may seem she needed him riled up not fuelled with explosive anger.

Almost ready to settle for a rather lack lustre dress, y/ns eye caught a ribbon peaking from amongst the hoards of clothes. Immediately she yanked onto it revealing her beloved old corset. With all her new garments she had simply forgotten about this.. it was her absolute favourite Tommys too for sometime.. it was perfect. It was simple yet effective not to garish and with the correct accessories it would surely do the trick. Feeling triumphant with her choice in outfit and hair and makeup done accordingly she was ready to make he way to the Garrison. Y/ns heels echoed along the cobbled street as she headed towards the door . With force she pushed the door open expecting it to be filled to the brim with the usual unscrupulous men , with the usual raucous laughter, and the usual billows of smoke homogenising with the unmistakeable aroma of whiskey. In fact it was entirely the opposite ..music gently hummed from the radio, handfuls of entirely normal looking people dotted about quietly engaged in conversation and sipping drinks. However there was a rather subdued John sipping whiskey at the bar. Panic promptly swept over y/n “fuck” she thought to herself had Tommy just magically preempted she’d act up tonight and called the whole thing off or worse had there been bad news for the family.

Clearing her throat “John” y/n muttered sheepishly. His eyes rapidly shot up in her direction, then began to gloss over her body lingering at her buxom figure. As his eyes loomed over her corset laden bosom he couldn’t help the grin brewing at the corners of his mouth. Fair to say the outfit had the desired effect y/n wanted .. yet again John was quite the easy target. Clearing her throat again, this time louder he promptly snapped his gaze away flashing y/n an apologetic smile. “So ..what’s happening here I thought there was supposed to be party .. but” y/n gestured her hands alluding to the empty bar. “Nothing horribles happened has it John?” Y/n questioned as she made her way behind the bar. “Ey, nout to worry yer pretty head about , there’s some business to attend to first so its been pushed back a couple hours .. didn’t Tommy tell you”. Now what Y/n really wanted to blurt in frustration was “No , because that would require him having to actually talk to me”. But y/n knew better of course he wouldn’t go out of his way for something so menial. Instead with a forced smile she said “Oh dear, I must’ve just forgot”.

True to Johns word as they chatted away and drank the bar became progressively busier starting to take on its familiar formation. Still very much enraged at Tommy y/n had time to set her plan into action. Having plied John with large amounts of alcohol he was now much more aggressive with his flirting and y/n encouraged this , why …well this is because Tommy had an awful jealous streak he simply couldn’t conceal . Apart from everyone simply knowing better than to take what was his he still reeled at the slightest attempt of someone encroaching on his territory. Now what better way than to evoke a reaction than have him think he was being outranked by none other than his own brothers. If it appeared that y/n was being showered in attention whilst not actively seeking it yet not putting a stop to it would surely elicit a strong reaction. John continued to flirt making outlandish comments landing a playful laugh from y/n as she swatted him “Johnathan, behave” she mused. “Ugggh no one calls me that, you don’t hear me calling you y/f/n” he grumbled “True” giggled y/n “But I mean there’s nothing stopping you calling me it ,only my father does”. With hazy eyes John peered at y/n over his glass , his hand sloping towards her hand rested on the bar “Does that make me your Daddy then”. Y/n gawped in astonishment recoiling her hand from out of his reach.

Why was she suddenly so repulsed at his advances.. this would be harder than she thought .. with John no longer a viable choice she’d much rather call it a day than mindless flirt with the likes of Finn or Arthur. Right on queue as if he had a sixth sense Thomas emerged. “You don’t need anymore people calling you daddy John , you already have quite the brood of kids”. With a scoff of disgust directed at Tommy ,John knocked back the remainder of his drink and hobbled away from the bar. “Bottle of whiskey and 4 glasses y/n” instructed Tommy as he seated himself at a table with three other men. Y/n let out a hefty sigh and rolled her eyes. There it was the dismissive behaviour the mere acknowledgment of her existence. She doubted he’d even flinch if John where to mount her there and then at the bar. Tommys provocation had once again soured her mood, wanting him out her sight she set the glasses and whiskey on the table with a begrudging thud narrowing her eyes at Tommy. Without giving him a chance to cast a bland remark she spun hot on her heels and sauntered off.

Y/n heard her name being called from the other side of the room. Swirling around she looked to see who was responsible for calling her . There stood a suited and booted Micheal , fresh back from his travels, the one who this shindig was even for in the first place. His smile was broad and teeth immaculate. “Micheal! welcome back” she beamed , arms akimbo an offering of a hug. Being of similar ages the pair always were rather close and hugs were nothing out of the norm. However there was a different undercurrent tonight. It had only been a six months absence , and whilst he was very much handsome to begin with , he somehow became much more swoon worthy. His cologne smelt absolutely decedent to y/n and his eyes… oh how his eyes were a youthful and vibrant blue, a stark contrast to Tommys paler ones. Those stony pale blue eyes that were rid of the youthful folly and vibrancy but instead the eyes of a man who had seen many a things. Y/n cocked her head to one side and admired the man before her as he spoke. With a tender offer of his hand Micheal suggested the pair find a corner to themselves and begin to catch up over a drink.

“Hey y/n , mind if ask you something” said Michael. Y/ns eyebrow raised “Of course Mike” she smiled“ he edged painfully close to y/n causing her heart to flutter . He began to whisper “If I knew no better y/n , Id think there’s something you’re after from me” y/n felt her breath hitch. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he continued to edged even closer . Despite the full blown raucous party surrounding them at the bar y/n was solely fixated on Michaels presence and the atmosphere created between them. He was now perched behind her his hands snaking at her waist , head rested at the crook of her neck. As he gently spoke his lips grazed her neck “Just say the word and I'm all yours ,anytime any place”. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut his silky smooth voice and audacious words made her heart ricochet. This was supposed to be mindless flirting but instead she found herself warmed to the idea. Just then she felt the pressure of Michael’s manhood rested taut against her . “Look what you do to me y/n” Micheal purred against her ear further propelling her aching desire.

Now, a rouge gunshot or two was a very much common theme in the Garrison , in fact the wall just behind the bar often faced the brunt of all the stray bullets , however what was uncommon and quite frankly terrifying was who let off the gun. Everyones mouth hung agape stunned as Tommy placed it back in the holster as if it was nothing. In fairness it was his bar so he could do as he pleased, but him being a man of few words many would wonder what warranted it .. but y/n knew exactly what did she felt it deep in her bones. The gunshot had made both of them initially flinch but once Michael saw Tommy was the culprit he took a wide birth from y/n ,he knew just as much as she. “Is it that kind of night ey Tommy” came Arthurs raspy voice breaking the silence as he withdrew his gun. With this immediately several people took cover from a drunk gun wielding Arthur “Now now put that away Arthur , there will be none of that , nothing to worry about just my wife and I shall be leaving” there was an extra emphasis on the word wife when Tommy spoke and all eyes darted to y/n. Smiling coyly she scrambled to Tommys side. Her eyes quickly flittered to Michael who could only flash her a weak smile. Tommys hand now clamped to the small of her back as he ushered her to the direction of the door. Once outside he strode towards his car and got in . Not one word uttered to y/n. Following suit she opened the passengers side and got in.

There was an ominous silence that polluted the car. Tommy expression was undecipherable, he had a glassy like stare that remained fixated on the road ahead . Usually such boisterous behaviour from Tommy would warrant an earful from y/n .. however tonight she remained silent . Unsure where to cast her gaze she simply lent her head on the window staring out into the murky night , her hands anxiously contorting in her lap. She was eager to return home. As the car came to halt on the pebbled driveway y/n flung off her seatbelt and proceeded to promptly make her way to the front door. Once inside she immediately began to ascend the stairs , that was until an enormous thud startled her stopping her in her tracks. Once she sourced the noise she saw Tommy stood by the doors of his office ,arms folded tightly against his chest , he had purposefully allowed one of the giant doors to slam creating the god awful thud. “Im… im going to bed Tommy ..goodnight.” y/n uttered. Staring up at y/n his expression remained the same as that in the car.. icy .. unreadable. Suddenly he let out a rather sarcastic chuckle . Moving from his spot he opened his office door and walked in leaving it ajar behind him. Y/n knew she wouldn’t be going to bed anytime soon.

Sheepishly peering around the door she saw Tommy sat behind his desk , plumes of smoke pummelling from his lit cigarette. His eyes carefully followed y/n as she made her way into the office. He may have simply been sat at his desk but y/ns stomach churned. He exuded power over the room everything from his clothes , his demeanour and undeterred gaze could strike fear into you, his effortless dismissal of you always only made you want to demand his attention. If you happened to be one of Gods favourites and fortunate enough to receive it, it would be more valuable than gold itself. “So Micheal hmmm” he scoffed taking a drag from his cigarette. “Usually it's the blokes that are first to do the ditching for a new shiner version … but” he motioned his cigarette toward y/n “ Fair play” .

Fumbling at her words y/n began to defend herself “don’t be ridiculous , is not like that and you know it! Pssh you don’t even acknowledge me half the time and then you come out with that accusation” Tommy raised his eyebrows and leaned forward in his chair. “ Thats where you're wrong dear , I acknowledge everything that belongs too me and ridiculous you say , hmm what I find ridiculous is you thinking that Micheal can offer you anything he’s not half the man you think he’s cracked up to be .. but you know what they say about greener grass y/n” Growing frustrated y/n began to snap back at Tommys remarks. “ Belongs to you .. fucking hell Thomas ,wow whatever I'm going to bed I physically cannot with you sometimes . Its clear to see I’m only here when it suits you .. yeah I know how the saying goes…but from where I'm standing the grass beneath me is fucking dead”. Tommys whiskey glass halted midway to his lips , his grip was firm and his eyes were now engulfed with fury . “You wanna leave.. don’t let me stop ya” he spat.

“Be my fucking guest Y/N” As he flew up from his chair it skidded across the floor flooding the room with a shrill sound that set your teeth on edge . Marching towards the door whiskey glass clutched firmly in one hand he used the other to thrust the door open. Y/n could see that Tommy was teetering more to the explosive anger stage , rather than the pent up sexual anger so she wasted no time storming off in the direction of the door. Much to her surprise before she had a chance to get two feet out the door his free hand came down sharply on her wrist and yanked her back into the office. There they stood. Y/n pressed against the wall with Tommy inches from her. The tension hung around them like a thick smog . Tommys jaw was clenched his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breathe he took. Y/n looked in adoration at the beautiful disheveled man before her , he was so close she wanted to reach out touch him, taste him. As she leant in to touch her trembling lips against his she was alarmed as Tommys hand came up cupping her mouth, his body now firmly against her . Immediately y/n began to protest but to no avail as all that could be heard were faint muffles.

“Shh shh, now thats a good girl” Her trembling body now pinned beneath him . “Open” he commanded as he removed his hand from her mouth and slopped it around her neck tilting it back. Suspending his whiskey glass he poured the remaining contents into her mouth, letting some of the amber liquid dribble down down her chin and on top her breasts. “Swallow” he rasped . Gingerly she gulped down the liquid. Tommy eyes now ablaze he quickly discarded the glass , and crashed his lips forcefully into y/ns as she hungrily returned his feverish kiss. Withdrawing from her lips Tommy spun her around pinning her hands above her head. Kicking apart her feet he now contoured himself against y/ns behind letting her feel his growing erection gyrate against her. A subtle gasp escaped her lips. “Oh so you like that hmm, should’ve known .. who does it better darling ey?me or Micheal” before y/n had a chance to respond he had a fistful of her hair interlocked around his balled fist and was began to tug “ ah ah don’t fuss now angel , you want to act like a whore then Im gonna fuck you like one.. got it? ”. Tommys words sent an electric charge through y/ns body , she came this far in her pursuit and wanted nothing more than to feel Tommys wrath explode inside her. “You better fucking Anwser me” spat Tommy administering another sharp tug to y/ns hair to garner her attention from her lustful haze. “Yes , yes Tommy” she whimpered.

“Good girl” he cooed as his coarse hands sauntered underneath her skirt , his fingers grazing delicately against her folds. “Ive barley touched you and you’re already soaking wet quite the needy little whore ey” as his fingers traced circles she could feel herself start to disintegrate. “Im going to fuck the thought of Micheal right out of your head understand ….you're mine and I won’t let you forget it” y/n let out a guttural groan as Tommy hook aside her underwear and began to ease two fingers inside her. It didn’t take long until his pace became unbearable and y/n felt her vision cloud over “you know its bad manners y/n to not speak when spoken too ! I said did you understand” he growled thrusting in another finger propelling them inside her at a rapid rate . Y/ns body began to buckle after the numerous orgasms rippling through her “yes , yes ” she managed to utter barley catching her breathe. Withdrawing his coated fingers he inched them into y/ns mouth to suck clean . Once she had sucked them earnestly he then began to tug at the lacing of y/ns corset unfurling it from her body and her breasts bouncing free.

“This !” Proclaimed Tommy wielding the corset in y/ns line of vision “I used to fucking love this , but now you’ve gone and been a whore in it , its hardly the same anymore … I'm not gonna give you a chance to pull another little stunt like this .. understand” with that he tossed the corset onto the roaring flames of the fireplace. Y/n gasped attempting to scurry and save it from its fiery demise but not before Tommy stood in her path. “Oh no you don’t on your fucking knees now” he ordered. As if spell bound y/n resisted defiance and dropped willing fully to her knees. Carefully unbuckling him letting his erection spring free she began to run her tongue from the base all the way up the shaft . This elicited a heft moan from Tommy . Truthfully y/n adored the sound of his groans as she pleasured him it coaxed her to go further and further ladening his member in spit as she gagged on his length. Tommys hands came to either side of y/ns cheeks , he gently cradled them before ramming deeper into her mouth causing her to cough and splutter producing tears down her face. Eyes hooded with pleasure he grinned as he removed himself from her mouth with a gratifying pop. “Such a good girl’, he muttered as he helped her to her feet placing a soft kiss on her cheek . ‘Hands” he commanded , unloosening his tie he used them to fasten y/n wrists together . Tommy motioned his he’d to he desk.. y/n knew what was to come next.

Y/n propped her top half over Tommys desk. This hadn’t been the first time he had her face down arse up. Y/n wriggled trying to find a comfortable position as she knew Tommy would show no mercy once he had taken her. She could hear his footsteps approach and eagerly anticipated his touch. Unsuspectedly y/n felt the warmth of Tommy tongue begin to lick stripes at her sex causing her to claw onto the desk. His tongue fixated on her bud it rotated, flickered and vibrated against it causing her to throb. She so desperately wanted to reach round and press him into her as she rode out her orgasm against his face but that would be impossible as her wrist were bound. He did this purposefully so y/n would be at his mercy as she bucked wildly shaking with distress at the multiple earth shattering orgasms coursed through her. Satisfied with the distress he had caused and y/ns trembling legs he lined himself up to her entrance.

With y/ns slickness he slid in with ease. Tommy moaned with ecstasy as he entered a resounding “fuck” spilling from his lips. His hands fastened at her waist and he began to pummel into her with vigour. The table shook and several trinkets and paper began to tumble off. Y/ns let out screams between pants calling out Tommys name “thats right , let me hear you call my name” his hand striking her arse. Teasingly he withdrew from her then abruptly slammed his length back into . Tommy felt himself getting closer so he picked up his pace for the final push. “Im going to finish inside you , let's see if that adoration he has for you is still there when you're carrying my child” Tommy rasped his pace now sluggish , letting out an ungodly groan as he shot into her. Collapsing onto her back the pair both gasped for breathe. Tommy hoisted himself off y/n , his contents running down the inside of her thighs. Combing his hands through his disheveled hair he cleared his throat and rearranged himself back into his trousers. “Clean yourself up’ he said dryly tossing a rag in y/ns general direction . With that he headed out the door letting it slam shut behind him.

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OC Name Meaning

Hi, I'm about two weeks late to this - thanks so much for the tag, @sillyliterature! :D

Rules: google and post the meaning of your OC'S name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

I'll do my BG3 Tavs (+ my Durge) and also some of my Shepards! <33

Laurel: My first, and main, Tav!! They're a Seldarine drow warlock with the Folk Hero background (I went in blind and didn't realize Wyll has the same class & background, oops). They've always tried really hard to forge relationships with all kinds of people to 'prove' that not all drow are evil and/or Lolth worshippers. Since their mom raised them to be a selfless hero who would improve public perception of drow like she does, they were named after the crown of leaves that would be given to heroes and victors in our world... which has been a heavy burden to bear. In meeting Lae'zel, they learned that it's completely possible to not care what others think of you or how you 'represent your race' - and it's taught them to be themself, instead of some ideal of a 'perfect' drow.

Estelle: My tiefling sorcerer that I made specifically to romance Astarion with! Estelle was born to a tiefling general and a marid (evil water devil). Their mother, the general, wanted a child who would have strong powers and an even stronger mind - that's how she chose Estelle's father. However, Estelle had a soft heart and no mind for strategy. Their parents abandoned them on the streets as a result. This made Estelle grow angry and cold, and they vowed to tap into their own strength, join the army, and get revenge on the parents who saw them as worthless. The Nautiloid got them before they ever made it off the streets though. I borrowed their name from a character I love in Arslan Senki - she disguises herself as a boy to join the army and fight for what she believes in, so I thought it was fitting.

Tharien: My sister told me she had a dream where I made a D&D character and called him Tharien, so I made a BG3 character with that name, hahaha. He's my little murder freak who's going to destroy the grove and romance Minthara!

Valiska: My first, and so far only, Durge. I really wanted to play with the contrast between the monstrous and the beautiful, so I chose a race that's seen as monstrous (half-orc) and gave her soft, beautiful hair. She's also a bard because she wants to add loveliness to the world, and hates the violence within her very much. 'Valiska' as a name kind of just came to me, I think it rolls off the tongue nicely and thought it suited her appearance somehow.

Seren: The githyanki cleric I made for my co-op pt with my bf! They're a cleric of Tyr with a strong moral code that leaves little room for subtlety or nuance. I named them after a character I like (again), this time from Magi: Princess Serendine. Magi's Serendine is brave and stubborn, and she learns that the country she believed in so strongly is actually rotten on the inside. I wanted my Seren to go through a similar arc, and they share a lot of Magi's Seren's traits, so I found the name very fitting.

Aria: My first Shepard!! I once again went in blind - imagine my surprise when I got to ME2 and met Aria T'Loak...

Aria Shepard is Earthborn, and was found on the steps of an orphanage in the middle of an opera performance at the nearby theater. Her caretakers heard the music and named her accordingly. She's always shut away the more poetic, soft side of herself in order to survive her harsh realities. That changes when she meets Thane, who draws out her most vulnerable self almost without trying. I'm still in the middle of writing a long (very long) fic about her and Thane that I'm hoping to maybe start publishing soon.

Ares: A renegade Shepard is something that can actually be so personal, as I learned when I made Ares. She's a tough career soldier who's wholly dedicated to the Alliance and its ideals, so ME2 has been a fun ride so far. I wanted her name to be equally tough and not too feminine, because she's nonbinary. When the idea hit me to name her after the god of war, I couldn't stop thinking about it until I sat down and completed her character creation.

Tobi: The Shepard I made so I could finally romance Tali! Tobi is a Colonist who has spent years hiding behind false identities. When the Batarians came and took his family, he ran until his legs gave out and his cousin Tobias had to carry him to safety. Tobias was then caught and killed. The incident shook Tobi up so badly that he kind of lost his sense of self, and instead took on Tobias' name and identity. He joined the Alliance under that false name, two years too young to be legally allowed to do so. Hackett figures out what happened eventually, but by that point, Tobi Shepard is an indispensible part of the military and is already of age. No one's called Tobi by his given name since his family died, and he prefers to keep it that way... though he's told Tali his story in private.

No-pressure tagging: @megatraven @aevallare @choccy-zefirka @jotarowan and anyone else who feels like it, feel free to say I tagged you!!

#thanks again for the tag <333 #my characters #my ocs #bg3 #mass effect #tag games

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the-20th-century-girl · 11 months

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Saw someone doing this so wanted to join in

TV Questionnaire

List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly

1. Inside No. 9

2. BBC Ghosts

3. The League of Gentlemen

4. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

5. Yonderland

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

Humphrey Bone, my beloved ♥️

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

Oh god, there are quite a few not very likeable characters in that show in a way. Might be a bit controversial to say, but I'm going to say Simon from Simon Says.

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

There are far too many to name just one... That said, the first one that came to my mind was Charlie Work, so going with that.

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Series 2

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

Pauline and Mickey ❤️

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

Humphrey's body and Fanny

7. How long have you watched 1?

Not super long actually, was just over a year ago that I finally sat down and watched it.

8. How did you become interested in 3?

After watching Inside No. 9 and putting together that Reece and Steve are the same guys from League (which has been on my radar to watch for a few years at that point), I finally sat down to watch it.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

Charlie Day

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

Damn, coming at me with the big question here... have to say it's 1 tho.

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

1, as there's more episodes.

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Of all 5 shows, it had to be this one... I don't want to be any of them tbh. But if I had to pick, I'd weirdly say Dee.

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

😢😢😢 nooo.... I don't want to kill Ho-Tan. I'd have to do it in her sleep in a very pain-free way so she doesn't suffer or know it was me.

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Oh, god. I mean... yeah, in a weird way. Actually, I'm thinking more about it. I'd love that. The Sunny gang would fit in so easily and well with everyone else in Royston Vasey.

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

For some strange reason, the first 2 characters to come to my mind are Chas from The Last Weekend and Stu from Sardines.

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

Oh, I hate this... Putting them both against each other like this. This is so unfair 💔 I could never pick between these 2 genius groups of people!

..5

I'm tagging: @little-deathly-goosese @catboyrightsdefenderfender @urbansfrienddollydolly @bayntonn @gethisshithumptyfuckingdumptiedyfuckingdumptied & @spineless-lobsteress-lobster

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simpleskull200 · 5 months

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I will never understand DNI lists, unless they're for NSFW accounts trying to keep underage people from interacting with them and are actively monitoring who follows them as a result. The concept of trying to bar people from trying to enjoy the work you create as an artist just because some people with similar mindsets as them is shitty.

As far as things go what does it matter who interacts with you if they're not bullying, harrassing or otherwise treating you badly? I mean, as far as things go it takes less effort and energy to hit the block button on people who interact with you that make you uncomfortable than it is for people to make secondary websites or posts that they expect people to read that is just there to gatekeep who can or cannot interact with them.

Not everyone is going to read DNI lists and a lot of the people who do read it probably don't give two shits and are going to interact with you anyways because they obviously either enjoy your content or are intent on trying to harass you.

This whole "DNI if you're..." Thing is honestly just helping cultivate a more toxic environment in fandom spaces as the vocal minorities on both sides of stupid controversial a d trivial things in fandoms argue endlessly back and forth over something that really isn't complicated or need to be fought about.

One example that comes to mind can be solved by people understanding the following:

1. People have freedom of creative expression, so long as it's within the limits of their country's respective laws.

2. Art can be used as a way for people to express things and explore things from a creative lens.

3. Not everything people create is going to be savory, and people have every right to be uncomfortable or block that person.

4. People have different life experiences and traumas, sharing dark and potentially triggering stories or art online means you should be tagging your work appropriately and putting in the correct warnings.

5. Nobody deserves to be harassed, attacked or doxxed. If someone is genuinely breaking the law, report them and encourage other to do the same, especially if the safety of others is genuinely at risk.

6. Not every piece of art or work is going to be good for you, and you don't need to interact with it. You're under no obligation to continue reading, scrolling, etc. and that's okay.

7. Not everything needs to be made to your standards, art would be meaningless if it did.

8. Be a respectful person, don't attack people on the internet just because you don't like their art, writing, beliefs. Just block them and carry on, there's no need to potentially trigger someone else or cause others distress. (Two wrongs don't make a right)

9. The block button is free.

10. Don't interact with posts you don't want to see and you'll see less of them. The internet is massive, so it's up to you to tag your posts accordingly to help tailor your own browsing experience and make it easy for others to do the same.

These 10 simple things can apply to any social media or website you use, these can be applied to most things on the internet, not just fandom.

Healthy interaction is a two way street, it's not fair for you to expect people you don't want to interact with you not to, when you go out of your way to harass other people.

This is not directed at anyone in particular and is rather a culmination of the frustration that has built up as I've seen the same dramas time and time again happen online, especially in fandom spaces. The current mentality in fandom spaces is genuinely a toxic one that needs to be stopped before it starts to have genuine real life issues spring up because of online faces starting to attack people offline too.

Tha k you for coming to my TED talk

#skullrambles #fandom spaces are making me really mad as of late #I'm tired of the drama that seems to literally be everywhere #I've thankfully never been harassed nor have I gone after others #but I've seen it enough and I'm getting tired of it #art is for everyone and is subjective #what happened to dont like dont interact?

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ravenpuffheadcanons · 9 months

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I read your tags about Emma 2020 and I’m dying to know… what things did you wish to change? (But also, I don’t want to be a Negative Nelly, so by all means please tell me what you loved instead or as well!)

Just a couple of things about how Harriet's storyline was wrapped up. Firstly, when Harriet and Emma are talking about Mr Knightley towards the end, Harriet says "you think of Mr Knightley for yourself!" I don't like this change. I don't think it's necessary for Harriet's arc, and I actually think it's important for Emma's arc that she come to that realisation under her own steam. I have to assume that's there for the viewer, in case we haven't realised what's going on with Emma - but Anya Taylor-Joy's acting is more than good enough on its own. I think it's believable for this version of Harriet to assume that Emma doesn't think she's good enough for Mr Knightley, and to get annoyed with her accordingly, but I think the way it plays out is a step too far.

The other thing I didn't like is the way the mystery about Harriet's parentage is cleared up. In the novel (and I have just skimmed the last few chapters online as a refresher so I might have missed something), Harriet's engagement to Robert Martin is celebrated as a good thing at least a chapter before she finds out her father is a tradesman. By linking the two, I think the film actually ends up being a less effective critique of the class system than Austen's novel. She does end up mostly pairing people with others of roughly the same class background (in Emma and in general), but I actually think this is where she comes closest to undermining that, as permitted by Harriet's unknown parentage. In the novel, it's Robert Martin's good qualities as a man that make it good news that Harriet is engaged to him - not either his circumstance or his lack of it - and I don't like the way Harriet links the two pieces of information together in the film, as if it would have been reasonable for her to keep thinking of Mr Knightley as long as her background was unknown but now that she knows she's the daughter of a tradesman Robert Martin is fine. It feels like that's sort of the subtext of that conversation, which strikes me as a less egalitarian conclusion than the one Austen wrote two hundred years ago!

I had a couple of other bugbears (John and Isabella Knightley are meant to be a happy couple, for instance, even though Isabella is so fretful), but those are all things I am willing to concede make sense as changes - the bits with Harriet are the only bits that actually annoyed me.

That said, I loved basically everything else. I thought it was very well-cast, I really loved the use of humour, and I loved the whole aesthetic. I think it takes Emma's apologies really seriously, and I like that it has Emma apologising to Robert Martin as well, and being the catalyst for him to propose to Harriet. Miranda Hart was a particularly good Miss Bates and made her simultaneously very sympathetic and very irritating, just as she is meant to be. I also loved Bill Nighy as Mr Woodhouse, and I don't think I'll ever read the book again without hearing his voice, just as I can't read Pride and Prejudice without hearing Alison Steadman as Mrs Bennet. And more than anything else, I really loved the relationship between Emma and Mr Knightley. They have such brilliant "best friends who are in love but haven't realised yet" energy, and that is just always my favourite thing to see. I think this is probably going to go on the list of my favourite Austen adaptation along with the 1995 P&P and the Emma Thompson S&S, so take my criticism with a whole handful of salt! I'm so glad I finally watched it. It took two days to download on my hotel's rubbish wifi, which isn't good enough to stream anything, and it was totally worth the wait.

#emma 2020 #roamingbadger #asked and answered

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lurking96 · 2 years

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Chapter 358: The Man Who Improved Just a Little

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It´s certainly a title. Yes not the official translation yet but there were a few more translations out there. While they change the words a little the meaning stays pretty much the same. Maybe this is what Horikoshi meant when he said that he will get a big moment both fans and Antis will like. The fans get to see him battle and pull off some moves while the antis get the title and the affirmation that he didn’t change all that much.

He is getting a new powerup. Certainly some interesting moves. Not gonna call that part stupid. However it depends on the follow up. If it´s something that won’t hinder his movements or cut down his speed. Even though it seems bulky and heavy. I honestly would like a good explanation for that otherwise I call his plot armor striking again. It´s cool and all but hopefully has some form of drawback. Otherwise it just seems like some asspull so he can keep up with OFA and such. Now to come to the title and what we see. How it relates. Unless the official changes that drastically it´s a confirmation to his “developement” and “atonement” not being that great. Being rather “little”. From what we see so far he wants to move on. To leave the past behind him. Take steps forward. By itself it´s not necessairly awful. However seen in context. There arise problems. More than once we are seemingly pushed towards comparing Endeavor and him. Just look at the chapter before where we had Endeavor and now him. Endeavor while his journey could certainly be better, could certainly improve. I am not calling it perfect. He is trying to atone. To make up for his past. Attempt to fix it. But he seems also fine if it doesn’t work. If his victims want to distance he gives them the chance. He knows forgiveness is not something he can simply claim. He has moved more. Now we come to the person starring in the current chapter. The apology stated “his truth”. He wants to move on. He wants to show his feelings on the matter. He wants to leave it in the past. There isn’t much concern for the victims feelings there. In the apology Midoriya was mentally drained. There was no chance for him to push back. To show his side. It was about the other freeing his own mind. The comparison with endeavor shows us that their roads to “Atonement” are different. That one is trying to better and work with the victims feelings while the other ignores them for the most part. It´s interesting. Both had the same goal. Endeavor has reached it and is trying to change. While the other claimed that after everything his goal hasn’t changed. It stayed the same. Just the road to the goal needed him to adapt a bit. As far as the translations go for this chapter he still wants to move on. Sure acknowledge his own weaknesses and fear but thats more to reach his goal and not to acknowledge his victims feelings on the matter. So far not acknowledging the others feelings had been more or less a red line throughout his journey. It´s more about his own feelings. About his own goal. How he “destroyed” All Might. How he moved without thinking (While we see flashbacks that seem like thinking), how he is telling “His” truth. How he is moving on like others. And I honestly do see that going on in the future. The victim is an important part. Forgiveness is not something you can just grab for yourself. It´s something that is given to you. Ignoring them. Trying to leave the past behind. Only changing a little. This is not Atonement. At least not good. As this keeps continuing. I see this as something that maybe other characters or the series will call out in the end. I honestly and hopefully doubt that we will not see the Main Characters view on things. That we will not see him getting help. He had been sidelined for too long. Yes sometimes a main character can be static. But this one has far too many parts that do not work for a static one. That point towards the direction that he may get acknowledgement. Anyway that´s me. I did like this chapter so far and I am looking forward to the official translation and how this may continue. I am feeling validated by it so far.

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Synopsis: You go on a date with Fuegoleon, a man, who dresses smart, but is being vague about a lot of things. Like he can’t tell you something. Through an event, you learn that he is a leader of a biker gang, and is using the money he’s making with his company to fund it. But. He can’t mix these two worlds. Too much at least. Perhaps you are the one to entice this mysterious, gentlemanly and alluring man.

Pairing: Fuegoleon Vermillion x f!reader

Type: Biker!AU mini series

Warnings: eventual smut, suggestive themes, sexual themes, otherwise general/angst/fluff at a canon typical level; smut chapter, minors DNI, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink (?), assertive reader, creampie, I do consider this as somewhat heavy smut so read accordingly

Chapter length: ~3,7k

A/N: it’s a long chapter but I didn’t want to cut it, so... um... enjoy~

Tag list: @spark-gem @just-a-fuegoleon-fangirl @hybridanafrost

Chapter 4: Passion

It’s been a week since I saw him; since he picked me up after my car had broken down. I haven’t heard of him since. Though, I’m not sure if I can blame him.

It was a weird evening. And there was a lot to think about. But I didn’t see a reason to talk about it to anyone. Because it was his secret, and everyone has secrets.

I sit back in my chair at home, sipping a drink as I get a text.

“Can I come over? -Fuegoleon” It says.

I have to think about it for a while. Because it’s… it doesn’t seem straight forward. But then again, what really is? Plus, he is intriguing, kind, and gentle… He’s helpful. In a lot of ways, he’s much better than anyone I’ve had in my life.

“Sure” I text back. And I wait.

After a while there’s the sound of an engine, the familiar, low, beast -like growl, and a knock.

I open the door and welcome him in.

His helmet is placed on a table in the hallway, and his boots are left at the entrance. This time, too, I offer him a drink, which he takes. And then we just stand there. The kitchen counter is between us as silence lingers.

“I…” he begins. “I didn’t mean to… seem like I was trying to be dishonest with you,” he tells me. “But I … made this choice, to try and keep my work life and private life separate, because it’d be rather… counterproductive for the company image to have a CEO who’s also a leader of a motorcycle gang.”

“Then why have a gang?” I ask. It’s a fair question.

He sighs, and his shoulders hunch forward. “Because it’s… as ludicrous as it seems, it’s a way to help. There’s a lot of terrible things happening out there, and there’s always not anyone coming to help. So, I thought that I wanted to play a more… concrete hand in assisting the good in the world.”

So, the stories are true, and the rumours are just rumours…

“I know just how insane it sounds-“

“It doesn’t.”

He looks at me, as if he’s evaluating how honest I’m being with him.

“It’s…” I utter, looking up as I try to choose the words. “There are stories, going around, about the deeds of your gang. And they’re largely good. The good outweighs the bad, by far, actually,” I admit. “So, I…”

“You’re saying that you believe me?” He asks, and I… I hesitate.

Not because I wouldn’t believe him, but because I don’t exactly know why I believe him. Maybe because I want to believe him, since he did a good, kind… heroic thing for me. Maybe. Maybe, I just want to believe him.

“Yeah,” I reply, finally, after a short pause. But I look him in the eye as I do so.

There’s another pause, and he looks like he wants to ask a question. But he’s not sure if he should ask it.

However, the thing is… he needs to.

“There’s just… Some time back, I had a … I confided to someone with both sides of my life. Because I wanted to be honest with her. And the next day I found that she had sold the story to a magazine. Of course, it was taken as just a rumour and died down in the long run. Especially because we separated the very same day, it was taken as her just wanting to be … malicious, but it… umm…”

I stay quiet for a while as he talks, waiting if he still needs to continue.

But as he doesn’t, I do. “So, you find it hard to trust people with it.”

He nods. Just once but he does. “My question is: why didn’t you?” He looks at me. His gaze is sincere and inquiring. He really wants to know.

“Because I…” I try to think of a reason. But the statement that comes to mind is just that it’s something one doesn’t do. So, my reply is genuine. “Because it’d be a shitty thing to do.”

My answer isn’t eloquent. I can be eloquent if I want to, but none of the words I can think of on the spot, other than the ones I uttered, seem to carry enough meaning and emotion. And my answer makes him chuckle.

“Look…” I begin again. “I like you. I like you a lot, and I …” I wonder how should I continue that statement. Because it’s just that. I like him. Simple as that.

“And you want to see where this goes?” He asks with an undertone that carries hope with it.

I take a moment, a couple of seconds before I look back at him. “Yes.”

Simple as that. I do want to see where this goes. He had his reasons to try and keep his personal life private, to not reveal everything about himself right off the bat; because he’s gotten hurt. And it’s not like I revealed everything about myself instantly either. That’s just how it is.

But. I am intrigued. And. I like him.

His curious, expecting expression melts away, and his lips tug up into a smile as he circles around the counter.

“I’m… glad… to hear that…”

He’s now standing right in front of me.

I straighten my back, and that makes his eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, I’m being too frank and-“ he tries to take a step back, but I take a hold of his hand.

“Maybe… maybe a bit,” I admit, because I didn’t expect him to come so close. But… I can’t say that the longing… yearning for closeness… to be held and cared for… would be unfamiliar for me. “But I… don’t mind.”

His gaze cascades over me, full of adoration. His steps are no longer trying to carry him further away from me, but instead he’s leaning closer. It’s as if he’s seeing something tender, something rare and divine right before him, and he can’t, for the life of him, pull away.

And I don’t want him. I don’t want him to pull away.

So, I lean closer.

He smells like lavender, leather and machine oil… And he’s warm… so very warm… I place my hands onto his broad… strong chest… and let my palms slide up onto his shoulders. The tips of my fingers push away strands of his silken hair.

I didn’t think they’d be so soft… But they are. And they glide over my skin so easily.

I close my eyes and tilt my head up, little by little trying to inch closer to his face.

My right hand keeps climbing up, and brushes a strand of his hair behind his ear as his hand settle onto my waist. I crack my eyelids open just enough to see his lips.

They’re right there, like a forbidden berry. Something I ought not have.

Why I shouldn’t have, is something I don’t know. I just know that I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t… for some reason I’m not even sure that matters.

But his mouth keeps hovering over mine, and his arms keep me in place. The hold is strong and secure. And I remember… I remember the ride home from the other night. I remember how his bike vibrated between my legs, sending waves through me. I remember the cool night air, mixing together with that familiar scent of lavender. And I remember how my body was pressed against him.

It was so warm then too, but now it’s like it’s blazing.

For a moment I have to wonder if I’m like a moth being drawn to a flame, an open fire. But I don’t care. I want the burn. I yearn it. I carve it.

I need it.

And that is when I faint whimper leaves my lips as I breath in his scent again.

The sound makes his hold tighten, and he presses his mouth against mine. His tongue licks my lips, asking to be let in. And as I try to gasp for air, I welcome him.

His tongue swirls together with mine in the space that connects our mouths as I sink my fingers into his hair. And I lean into him. Press myself against him.

Which is a mistake of the very best kind.

Because I can feel his already thick, long, hard cock through the fabric of his pants. And it makes me grind against him with the entire length of my body, moaning into the kiss.

His lips turn into a smirk. And it’s delicious. The taste is decadent, sultry… sweet like caramel. Which makes me push him, nudge him closer to the nearest arm chair.

He moves, going along with the pushes and nudges of my much smaller form with that smile. The backs of his legs hit against the edge of the seat, and he half sits, half falls onto it, so that he’s now looking up at me.

And I look at him.

His jacket is open, revealing his white t-shirt. And now, as he’s laid in front of me, I can see his long member that’s still hidden within the confines of his pants, which makes me salivate. It makes a wave of warmth course through me, settling between my legs; my folds throb and my core twists, like it’s trying to hold onto him already.

“Need a ride… Sir?” I ask, tilting my head; biting my lip, as I let my gaze travel up and down his form.

He chuckles, the amusement reaching his eyes as he gives me a smile that tastes like a smirk. “I do,” he purrs while staying in his seat, not even attempting to get up.

But he doesn’t need to.

“Take off your jacket,” I tell him with a nudge of my head, my eyes cascading over him with hunger; like I’m starving. Like I am a beast, and only his kisses, passion and desire can satisfy me.

“My jacket?” He quirks an eyebrow through his smirk as he leans forward just enough to slip the garment off of him, and he looks at me, from under his brow. There’s a question in that gaze, as well as amusement.

“Mhm,” I hum as I take a swaying step closer to him and take off my shirt.

His shirt hugs his muscles, leaving very little to the imagination. The outline of his chest… his arms… the only thing that I’m left guessing, waist up, is his pecks. But I know they must be there. They must…

He looks at me eyes full of hunger and adoration. His eyes, deep purple, and soft, like velvet, admire me, like he doesn’t mind being under me, because it grants him a full view.

I climb on top of me, sitting on his lap, facing him, and I press my lips against his in a hungry, starving kiss as I grind my hips against his. The bulge… it seems to grow, or then it quivers in anticipation, maybe both.

Maybe both…

Yes both…

Yes… yes, yes… yesss…

I can feel the fabric of my own panties, now soaked through.

His hands, on my waist, trail down onto my ass, and he gives a squeeze. He presses his fingers into my skin, through the fabric of my skirt, and grinds his hips in return.

I bend my head back, and he immediately goes for my neck, lips dancing over my skin with passion, desire and lust… like I was air and he was drowning.

“My knight in a leather jacket…” I half purr, half moan before pressing a kiss onto his forehead, and I can feel his smile widen.

His left hand trails up, onto the clasp of my braw.

“No longer in a leather jacket,” he murmurs against my skin, right before there’s a snap, as the clasp opens up.

And I toss the bra away.

His hand circles around my body, and he clasps my nipple between his fingers as his lips claim mine again.

I moan into the kiss again in an effort to relief some of the burning, licking, engulfing sensation of my own desire.

But I can’t. And so, my hand trails down and I lift my hips just enough to undo his pants.

He lets go of me, just long enough to aid me in my endeavours. But our mouths don’t separate. Not until his pants are lowered to his thighs, and he’s holding onto his own cock, as I push my panties away, revealing my already dripping folds.

And I lower down.

The tips, the succulent, thick, tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and I look at him with half lidded eyes.

His gaze flickers between mine, and my hand; how my clit peeks from under my skirt.

My lips part, and I continue my descend.

He stretches my walls apart, inch by inch. And it feels too good to tell. Too good to describe. It’s like he’s filling me up, but at the same time he fits perfectly in.

By the time our hips are again connected, I have to arch my back, because he’s pressing against my cervix, as if he’s giving me a deep, hungry kiss down there as well.

His hands grasp onto me, and he growls, clenching his teeth as he’s trying to keep himself from pounding into me.

But that growl is … it takes a hold of me, making my insides squeeze him, because I do want him. I want him to pound into me. I want his cock to hit against my cervix. I want him to pour his thick, hot semen right into me, inside me, until I can’t hold any more inside, and I overflow.

I want him…

I want… so I rock my hips against him, with a grinding motion. The fabric of my skirt presses against my clit, rubbing it, adding pressure.

My eyes are closed as I bite my molars together, and I keep rocking into him. My pace keeps growing and growing, and his hold of me intensifies. His hands are holding onto my hips, as if he’s trying to beg me to stay there, right where his cock can reach me.

His forearms press against my thighs, like he’s trying to press me harder against him.

And I don’t mind. No… I want him. I want him to press me harder against him. I want him to slam his hips up as I hit mine down. I want to hear our skins slapping together through the rushing of blood in my ears.

I moan in my gasp, and I can feel my core trying to grasp onto him. My hips… they begin slamming into him, as my jaw clenches.

“Fuck me!” I tell him, eyes closed as I dance over him, around him.

And he… he does as I tell him.

His told, already secure, increases. His hands on my hips, forearms along the length of my thighs, hold onto me. And then he slams his hips up. Just like I wanted to.

He thrusts up, hitting against my cervix in a way I didn’t anticipate. It’s as if he’s trying to throw me off his lap, but his hands keep me there. And I gasp. I gasp because he’s taking my breath away. I gasp because my head is feeling light.

And he keeps pounding into me. He keeps thrusting. Into me.

Inside. So deep. And I…

I… can’t think.

Anything else but how I want it.

“Inside…” I tell him through my slipping senses. “Fill me up…”

Another growl leaves him, and his pace picks up a notch. A notch… I didn’t… think was… possible, and I-

I swallow… and my eyes… roll back as I try to gasp for air. My walls still grasp onto him, trying to squeeze every drop and he-

He pushes up. Right against my cervix and I-,

I come undone. Right on top of him.

I slump forward, trying to get a hold of my breath. And he catches me in his strong arms. He holds me close.

His chest heaves, and I feel him still pulsating inside of me, trying to pump a few more drops in.

He wraps his left arm around me, and his right… moves to stroke my hair.

“Now that was… one hell of a ride…” he whispers with a low, sultry voice right next to my ear.

I giggle with his words, as my senses come back to me. And I start craving for seconds. Even if I should not have too much of a good thing… or so I’ve been told. But then again… if he’s not just ‘good’, what if he’s perfect? Can one never have too much of a perfect thing?

“Glad you liked it,” I purr and push myself apart just enough to look at him in the eye. “Care for another round?”

There’s a smile on his lips, and a chuckle leaves him. “Oh my,” he utters.

“Maybe this time we can make it to the bedroom…”

“Perhaps…”

“Mhm…” I hum while getting up, and starting to make my way towards the bedroom door. My hands find the top of my skirt, the zipper, and I let the skirt fall onto the floor as I turn back to look at him. “Coming?”

“I just did,” he smirks, getting up and letting his pants hit the floor. And that’s when I see it, in full length, erected, pulsating… as if it’s doing a little happy dance for me.

“Well, so did I,” I smirk back, and turn my head back towards my bedroom, taking slow steps as I make my way there.

I can hear the ruffling of clothes; a shirt being tossed onto the floor…

I barely make it through the door, into the room, as his arms wrap around me. His face is next to mine… hot breath gliding over my skin as his hands roam around my body.

“Exquisite…” he whispers as his right hand begins the trail the top seam of my panties.

And I smile, the corners of my lips are tugged as up as they can be.

“What if we take these off for round two...?”

“Hmm… Sounds like a plan,” I giggle as he pushes the garment down, onto the floor.

I push my hips back with a grinding motion, rubbing his member as I do so.

He takes a step forward, pushing me closer to the bed, which I take. Then another step, and another and another, until we’re standing right by it.

His fingers trace my jaw, guiding me to look at him; and as I do, he lowers his head down to place another kiss onto my lips. And the taste… it’s like a caressing, adoring… sweet… soft embrace right over my tongue. But somehow the sensation extends right into my very soul.

Which doesn’t make me want him any less. If anything, it makes me want him more. So, I bend forward, and look at him over my shoulder. “Fill me up, to the brim…” I purr, and he flashes me that smirk of his again. That damned, devilishly… gorgeous smirk.

He runs the tips of his fingers up my spine, light as a feather. “Whatever the lady desires,” he whispers with a low growl, as if he’s savouring the moment, the idea, the sight in front of him.

His cock slides between my legs, coating itself with my wetness. Then he places the tip right at my entrance, as if teasing me… taunting me… His hands find their way to my hips just as th-

He pushes in.

All. The. Way. In~

My back arches again and I draw in breath with a gasp. Because he’s hitting a spot I didn’t know existed.

“Is it good?” He asks, pulling away, and slamming back in, and I moan in reply.

I can only moan, as no coherent thoughts run through me.

“I take it as a yes…” he purrs, rocking into me.

His hips pump into me, as if preparing. It’s as if he’s warming up.

By the gods how is he not tired after the first round. It’s like he’s only warmed up by it. It’s as if he… the King of Fire, has only been lit on fire. And through him I’m about to be branded, marked, kissed by the very same flame as he is.

He slams against me, and our skins make a slapping sound with the impact. And he does it again. And again, again, again, againagainagain-

I can feel his balls slamming against my clit with the rocking motion. As if they, too, are just teasing me, while my walls clench, pleasure keeps building up and I can’t-

He slams one more time.

And I see stars again.

My legs tremble, and strength seems to leave my body as pleasure washes over me. But there are again those strong, muscular arms to scoop me up, and onto the bed.

My body trembles and my chest heaves. And by the sound of it, he’s out of breath too. But still he manages to pull us both onto the bed, over the soft, silken covers and hold me close.

His fingers draw circles onto my skin, as if to assure me that he’s still there. His breathing rings in my ear, in the best possible way, so tender and adoring.

I didn’t know someone who… looks so rough, and strong, could be so very gentle.

“Are you alright?” He asks with a murmur, as his fingers still draw circles onto my skin.

“Better than alright,” I tell him with a smile.

I can feel his smile again, right on my skin.

“I’m glad,” he replies.

And I think… I think I know what that means. I think it means that neither of us needs to be alone anymore, ever. I think it’s… that this is the start of something bigger, something grand and beautiful. That this is a new start for us both, together.

#fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #black clover fanfiction #smut #lemon #black clover smut #the knight in a leather armour #and now Imma take a cold bath

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