*sniffles*
I’m so honored to have witnessed the unholy matrimony of The Beast and The Red Zephyr today I really am.
Zephyr design based on this pic. Marriage officiated by @fictional-train-fight
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ID: a grayscale drawing of the Red Zephyr and the Beast of the Rails turned to face each other, with steam coming off them to form the shape of a heart. "Just Married" is written above them, also in steam.
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IN DEFENSE OF CATELYN STARK
Ayama and the Thorn Wood, The Language of Thorns, Leigh Bardugo// Venetian Ladies Listening to the Serenade, 1909 by Frank Cadogan Cowper // A Game of Thrones, Chapter 31, Tyrion IV.
lyanna stark || elia martell || sansa stark || arya stark || alicent hightower || jaehaera targaryen || cersei lannister || myrcella baratheon || joanna lannister || aemma arryn || catelyn stark || sansa stark (2) || margaery tyrell || rhaena targaryen, daughter of aenys i || arianne martell || aerea targaryen || obara sand || nymeria sand
for @tell-them-the-north-remembers, for this post (analysing ned loves my hair. gosh it took some time to find but i rembered that i had it in my drafts. for when i'd do catelyn. hope you like it)
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We've seen a lot of Danny is Damian's twin or older brother but I haven't seen many Danny is Damian's younger brother.
Dick Jason Tim Cass
I see this going two ways:
Danny gets whisked away from the league. Probably because Ra's was going to have Damian kill him as a test of loyalty but Talia or one of his nurses was having none of that. He ends up in Illinois, becomes a ghost, bla bla bla. They meet again when Sam drags Danny to a gala in Gotham with her and Damian is like "Danyal!?". Danny is utterly confused because he was too young to remember Damian or the league. Cue Damian going into overprotective 'I'm never letting you out of sight again' mode. The giw doesn't stand a chance once he finds out about them. The batfam is absolutely shocked because no one knew their youngest could be that protective of another person (Damian is 16 in this while Danny is still 14 btw). Him and Jazz are about to duke it out for custody or at least for the position as the most reliable sibling. Danny meanwhile is still processing that he has an assassin older brother. Neat.
Danny reincarnates. He retains his ghost powers somewhat which makes him special in the eyes of Ra's. This means he gets a separate training regimen. Damian sees his younger brother winning all of his grandfather's attention and promptly proceeds to pretend like he doesn't exist when he leaves for Wayne Manor. Out of jealousy and all that. Until one of the batbros is needling him about something or another and he lets it slip. The batfam is instantly like "we gotta rescue him" which Damian is not happy about. The entire rescue mission, he's complaining about how pointless this all is and how Danny is probably living like a king until they break into his room. Danny's room is bare except for a bed and when he sees Damian, he runs to him crying "you came back for me!". It turns out that Danny's training was much crueler to truly bring out the fullest force of his powers (no better trainer than survival and all that). Danny thinks his older brother came to save him and gets attached quickly. Damian refuses to admit how much the guilt is eating him up on the inside. (In this one Damian is 12 and Danny is 10)
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
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You have my low-key obsessing over Sub/Touch starved Bucky. You’re work is incredible! I would love to hear every thought you have on the subject🩷
If I'm honest, I think about this way more often than I should. I really feel like Bucky would loooove the feeling of his partner playing with his hair bc who doesn't?
He adores the feeling of your fingers running through his hair but his very favourite is the feeling of your nails gently scratching against his scalp. It's so intimate and tender and nothing makes him feel as safe and cared for as that does.
But when your fingers trail through his hair while lips are on your pussy, he loses it. It's his reminder that you're as desperate to have his mouth on your body as he is.
"Fuck, you have no idea how good that feels." You groan, both hands in his hair, loving the way he's frantically licking and sucking you, dipping his tongue into your fluttering entrance to lap your arousal right from the source.
You tug sharply, directing his mouth back to your clit and he's more than happy to give you everything you need. His tongue is bound to be tired and his neck has to hurt but he can feel how close you are and he refuses to stop now. Not when he needs to feel you gush against his tongue.
"So perfect, just like that." You whine, grinding against his face, chasing your high.
You didn't even notice your eyes had closed until you open them again and you're blown away by the sight of Bucky humping the mattress, whimpering against your slick cunt.
You grip his hair, nearing the very edge of your climax and you hear him sob a little "Oh, please." against your quivering sex.
Is he closer than you, just from grinding against the mattress, enjoying the taste of your arousal? Quite possibly. His cheeks are flushed, there's a desperate look in his eye and you know you both need just a little bit more.
"You've got the sluttiest fucking mouth, do you know that? You were made to eat my pussy. It's what you're best at. Your brain has totally stopped working, hasn't it, sweetheart? You just know you need to lick me until you feel me gushing for you. You get off on this. Do you even know how pathetic that is? I don't need to touch you. You'll get yourself off just tasting how wet I am and I fucking love it." He likes when you get a little bit harsh but you didn't expect the way it makes him shudder, grinding his hard, leaking cock against the white bedsheets even faster.
"You're going to make a pretty mess for me, aren't you? You're going to cum all over yourself. Maybe I'll make you use this talented mouth and lick the mess off the bed too. I might even let you share it with me. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting me taste your cum on your tongue." The thought alone is enough to send you barrelling into your own high, right before he reaches his. The pleasure ripples around your body and it's so much more intense because Bucky just doesn't stop licking. He can't stop. Not even when he's pumping thick spurts of cum onto the sheets beneath him. He whines and moans, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm but he doesn't stop until both your high and his own have subsided.
But then he makes your filthy little fantasy come true. He shifts down the bed, licking a stripe of hot cum from the pool he created before shuffling up to catch you in a kiss that's just as passionate as it is tender.
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