#☆power switch

[sol-consort]

Trophy - Ashley Williams

[Smut, fluff, pinning, overstimulation, strap being referred to as cock, power switch, top Ashley, power bottom reader, nb!reader]

After a night out where Ashley admits to you, her commander, that she owns a strap that scared off her dates for being a tad too big, you take it as a personal challenge and order her to meet you at your personal quarters.

Or

Can't stop thinking about Ashley's gaint strap and using it on her commander, so this was made.

The sensation of the head pushing in for the first time burns, it's been a long while since you've done anything like this. The strap was bigger than anything you're used to, the bulky head forcing your tight hole to part for it to enter.

There is hesitation in Ashley's eyes, her hold on your waist falters, she opens her mouth to say something but only gets a syllable out before your voice interrupts.

"Shut it, Marines." You push down into her, taking the head of her cock fully in, biting your lips to suppress the loud gasp at its sheer size.

"Yes, Commander," Ashley tightens her grip around you and starts moving again, pushing in slowly as the sound of the lubricant squeezing her strap inside you fills the room, "Sorry Commander."

It's filling you slowly, with each small push stealing your breath away and forcing your legs apart. How you've missed this, to have something so big inside you. This way your mind could only focus on the feeling between your legs rather than the war filled dreams plaguing your brain.

It takes some minutes but she finally bottoms out inside you with a loud groan, the sight of the strong Commander Shepard taking a cock so large is doing something to Ashley's ego and pride.

Your body feels so perfect pressed against her, your back so hot against her naked chest. Her arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you closer, in a way, she's also trying to feel her cock inside you through your stomach.

She only mentioned it off-handedly in a drunken joke, her strap that never failed to scare her dates away, yet you've only looked at her as if it was a challenge and marched the two of you back to the captain's room.

"Faster, Williams." You bark to snap her out of her daze, getting fed up with this slow gentle pace.

She can feel her own wetness trailing down her thighs, the back of the strap pushing against her swollen clit and making each motion send a wave of pleasure through her.

"Copy that." She answers, pulling back until just the head was in then immediately pushing back inside. Knocking the breath out of your lungs as a loud moan slipped past your defences. A prideful smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.

A brutal pace followed where she'd repeat this motion, fucking into you. In and out, in and out. Rearranging your insides to mould them to the shape of her cock, pushing against your soft walls and using your waist to guide your body back into hers.

Your hair is a mess, sweat glistening on top of your naked skin. How much she wondered what you looked like under that tight armour suit you wore, all those long elevator rides where she got the perfect view of your ass as you stretched your arms.

And now she has you in bed with her, making the commander Shepard moan and thrust back into her cock. If Ashley knew how much of an easy slut her commander was, she would've made her moves much sooner.

But she doesn't utter those words out, doesn't dare disobey your orders or give a hint of disrespect. Even in bed with her cock almost bulging out of you, she still remembers her place and rank.

The pleasure is building up inside her, making her thrusts sloppy and moans louder. Clouding her brain as she grips harder against your skin, leaving marks of her hands around your waist with each brutal thrust.

"I'm...getting close to Shepard." She cries out, burying her face against your back, pleasure overwhelms her as she screams your title with one final thrust, hips shaking as more wetness goes down her thighs.

Her climax left her breathless and spent, her usual stamina was all spent as she got too careless, too in on her head for the fact it was you she was fucking, for the fact it was her strap stretching you out.

Lifting her head, Ashley meets you gaze, expecting you to be in a similar state as her.

But you don't look the least bit impressed, impatient eyes staring her down. Voice dripping with authority as you order her to lay back on the bed.

The feeling that she has disappointed you pours down on her like cold water, wordlessly she obeys.

And you're on her in an instant, grabbing her strap with your hand and opening yourself with the other. Thighs straddling her lap as you push the cock back inside you.

You don't give either of you a chance to adjust or go slow, instead you aim for an even faster pace than she was going with as you ride her out. Bouncing on her lap and fucking yourself with her cock shamelessly.

It's too much for her sensitive clit and she finds her nerves firing off, tears collect at the corners of her eyes from the burning pleasure as she bravely accepts her punishment. Letting you abuse her clit with her own strap, each time you push it all the way in and press yourself fully down.

Is this what she gets for thinking you were easy? For assuming someone like you was so simple to please? She curses her past self for being so overconfident as your stamina has a clear advantage on hers.

Minutes start melting into each other and Ashley finds herself pushed to a second orgasm. Her cum making a mess of your bed sheets below her.

Meanwhile you barely pay her any attention as you continue your ruthless pace, the way her cock presses at that one sensitive spot inside you. Ashley is attempting to keep her brain from melting from the overstimulation, the constant barrage of painful pleasure waves.

There's a harsh tug on her black hair, Ashley's eyes fly open.

"Eyes on me, Marine." Your grip on her hair helps you position your hips better, anchor yourself more so you could take her inside you even deeper.

"Yes-" she attempts a reply but her words are barely comprehensive through the incoherent moans and cries, "-commander."

You're milking her for all she's worth, her cum drenching your own bed sheets as her loud cries echo off of your room walls. You've reduced this powerful woman into a hiccuping moaning mess just because you're riding her cock a bit too hard.

They were always like that, you thought, so full of confidence with ego twice their size, and they've always crumbled below you in the same way Ashley currently is.

They were your absolute favourites to break.

But Ashley is different, more strong willed than you've expected. By now they're usually begging through tears to slow down or give them a break, which you oblige to. Even if it meant you were left unsatisfied.

Yet Ashley hasn't even uttered a single word of protest, she took everything you've given her in stride with a "thank you commander" afterwards.

Her hips still attempt to meet your thrust, to match your fast pace even when she barely has the strength too. There's clear fire that burns in her eyes with each time she successfully manages to force a moan or a gasp out of you, for each time she holds you down by the hips and grinds her cock into that one sensitive spot until it's painful for you.

She is trying to get you to cum, trying her hardest.

A woman like that never gives up easily, always aims to please her superiors and get a gold clean track in her record.

Her hands are all over you, squeezing the fat of your thighs, leaving marks on your hips, feeling up your stomach and toying with your chest with her thumbs. She is taking the opportunity to memorise your body, savour each and every feeling she got to steal during this one in a lifetime opportunity.

She knew if she wanted you in her bed again, then she had to leave an impression on you. Taking a deep breath, she used all the strength she could muster to pull your upper body down to press against her.

Your faces were so close together, hot breathes and flushed lips as the two of you stilled for a moment and stared into each other's eyes. Ashley wanted to taste your lips, licking her own she imagined how yours would feel against her, the same lips that spoke words that resolved entire missions without a need for a single bullet to be shot.

Be it your cunning charms or terrifying intimidating, everything you did only made the fire of desire in Ashley burn brighter for you.

She whispered your name, not Shepard or commander but your actual name. It felt as satisfying to say as that first bite of the apple must have been to Eve. Ashley has never tasted sweeter sin, felt a more perfect heaven for her than by your side.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of catching you off guard, she flips the two of you over. She could still overpower you or match in strength, all her muscles weren't just for show after all.

You're completely exposed below her, she has lifted the back of your knees to press them besides your head. "What do you say that we put that flexibility of yours to use, Commander?" Her ego rearing its head again, but Ashley knows better than to let it take control of her again.

Your calculating eyes are a clear indication of the fact she is getting away with this only because you're letting her to. That you could flip her over with ease if you ever desired too, after all she has the results of countless training brawls as proof.

With the new position, she feels more in control, even if her dominance is a temporary facade you're indulging her with. She can see her cock clearly stretching you out, see the ring of wetness surrounding it just outside your hole.

Best of all, she can clearly see your expression as you're forced to lay back and take it. Helpless and filled to the brim with her strap, Ashley dares to think that this is truly where you're meant to be.

She starts off slow this time, purposely edging you as her hand toys with your sensitive area between your legs. Fingers rough and littered with scars, short nails and all. Moving between your legs and driving you closer to your release, making you grind and push back into her own hand.

Then she picks up speed, her thrusts are more powerful. Each one moves you up the bed before going down again, truly pushing the steel frame of the Normandy captain bed to its full limit.

Her strap is impossibly deep, your legs spread wide open and helping it get deeper. It's everything you've ever wanted. Each time a stray thought about going back to your responsibilities wanders to your brain, it's immediately pushed out by a deep thrust that has you gasping for breath.

You feel her burning gaze on you, her eyes in almost disbelief at the state she's reducing you to, at this intimacy she has been allowed permission to see and participate in. Her lips sometimes part as if she's going to say something but changes her mind last minute.

How can she say anything? How can she pour out her heart on how you're the most beautiful person she has ever seen. How can she admit that she has been dreaming of this exact same day so many times, imagining this expression on your face so many nights with her own fingers buried deep inside her aching pussy, fucking herself with her hand as she whispers your title against her pillow, thanking her conmander for allowing her to cum.

Yet she still doesn't feel like she has earned the right to taste your lips, not until you're satisfied, not until you're moaning out in bliss.

And you're clearly getting there, there is only so much endurance one person could have in resisting pleasure. Your insides are hugging the cock pushing into them, each brush and grind against your sensitive spot is driving you closer to the edge, each time Ashley's hands pay special attention to your needy place you feel your self control slipping away.

There's determination in her eyes, she wants to witness you crumble below her, witness all the commander's exterior melt away as you bare your true naked self and get lost in the pleasure with her.

"Please Commander" she's begging, "come on skipper, I've got you." Her strong arms feel so secure holding you down, like nothing in this world can harm you while in her embrace.

One final thrust, she bottoms out and grinds against you. Then you're immediately falling off the edge, with a loud moan as your fists grip the sheets below you, legs wrapped around her to keep her cock inside so that you may ride out your orgasm with it.

She doesn't dare move, as if she might ruin this special moment where you're screaming out in pleasure. Everything about you during this moment is better than she could've possibly imagined, her fantasy never did you justice at all.

Pure perfection, that's what she saw in you.

Just when you begin calming down from the intense orgasm, her lips come crashing down on yours. Swallowing your remaining moans as she guided your hand back to her hair, letting you pull on her black strands as electric pleasure shot through her during the kiss.

Ashley didn't want to let go just yet, she has earned this, earned the right to your lips and she will gladly suffocate in them from the lack of air if she wanted to. Alas it took one sharp pull on her hair to force her head back, lips finally leaving yours.

"Good work, Williams." You breathed out, eyeing her swollen lips and flushed face, wondering if the fire you've ignited in her eyes would ever fade out or if you've just released a monster into this world.

"Thank you, commander." The monster smiled back before diving into your lips again

#☆Ashley #☆power bottom reader #☆smut #☆fluff #☆power switch #☆bottom reader #Ashley x reader #mass effect smut #mass effect x reader #mass effect fluff #ashley williams #mass effect #smut #fluff #Ashley x Shepard #non binary shepard #nb shepard #reader shepard

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

#dc comics #dc #damian wayne #dick grayson #talia al ghul #batfamily #dc robin #nightwing #anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther #like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it #they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc #but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself #anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did #it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios #also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul #you will always be famous to me #son of the demon origin...bwahhh #anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic #but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up #so go look at that as well #anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy #i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!) #so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!) #when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself #it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on #I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue #i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :] #idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups #so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat #(it's me they should hire me. please DC i have ideas listen to my red hood pitch PLEASE-)

[mobius-m-mobius]

It's a pretty cool name.

Loki + the progression of saying Mobius' name for @percheduphere

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #tysm for the amazing request because GOD did making this hit harder than i'd even expected?? #like it's kind of a given mobius fell first #but i've been so swamped all month i basically only had time to finish maybe a gif per night #and let me tell you watching loki progressively fall harder with each and every scene was uh. an experience all right 🙃😳 #in S1 loki's so obviously trying to keep their guard up until mobius gets pruned protecting them and it's like a switch flips #the walls come down and you see the power of being believed in the pure RELIEF mobius' presence brings #how much he's valued and needed and LOVED as loki tries to hold him close only to lose him again and again #leading to desperation building until the only option left is to sacrifice everything not realizing now they're both left wanting #y'all i'll never recover 😭 #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[dimeadozencows]

This came to me in an early morning queer haze

Kissing my medics good morning (I am your husband heavy and I love you)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #heavymedic #i know its super annoying for everyone when the sole medic on the team keeps pocketing heavies so as a heavy main i will say this. #to the medics in the chat: i dont expect you to pocket me and in fact you shouldn't. i suck. but! if you would it would be cool and gay and #and i will kiss you abd love you and give you yummy food and protect you like my life depends on it i will be your meat shield because you #are amazing incredible for picking medic despite the horrors. i will do everything in my power to help u. but don't pocket me i suck #i meant for that to be more meaningful and like giving advice but it got gay. but i meant all of it #when i see a medic healing me i immediately switch to shield mode my life is no longer mine i exist to protect the beautiful man behind me #thank you medics👍🏽 if u play medic i hope you have a wonderful day today everyday 👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽❤️❤️ #edit: i am gayer for heavy than i am for medic- but since i main heavy i am automatically attracted to medic and so this shitpost was born #so many people that play medic are apparently gay for heavy...... i feel so seen and understood

[panevanbuckley]

when the hyperfixation kicks in like crazy and you end up reading far too many fics in a matter of days

#i usually stick to reading below 10k fics bc my attention switches from ship to ship so quickly #but lately i have been powering through 20k+ fics in literal days and idk what's up but it's very fun #i've missed being this unhinged about a ship #ao3 #fanfic #lestappen #drarry #jegulus #buddie #sterek #symbrock #merthur

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Why would you—That's not—I just wanted to ask for help, why did you have to go and make it awkward???

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #xue yang #Its such a relief to not have to draw so many characters once again. #Redrawing the specific font from the English translated mdzs books was surprisingly fun! #Maybe I'm alone in this...but I think characters switching to a different font of speech for *emphasis* is peak comedy #you can't communicate voice changes of sound very well in non audio forms so this is the best I can do. #Anyways...rip Xue Yang. You finally meet your idol and he brushes you off #Rather— he doesn't live up to the expectations you built in your head #Kind of an on going issue there Jester (I refuse to call him king or sir) #XY is constantly making people out to be the versions he needed them to be to feel justified in his actions #but struggles to pivot when confronted with the fact that these ppl are *more* than just one surface reading! #wwx doesn't actually think xy is flirting. He's just tired of all the fake fans + wants to get out of this convo. #button mashing the A button to skip the unskippable cutscene #Lan Wangji is in the next comic btw. I've missed him dearly. I'm sorry he's been gone so long </3 #edit: poorly spelt MDZS strikes again. This is why I need more time to write my comics. So I can actually proofread B*( #edit2: I cast 'Power of Technology' and fixed my error. Everyone reblog this version instead please

[reality-detective]

Military admits that the FDA scammed us with Covid Vaccines

A soldier was recently granted a honorable discharge for refusing the vaccine.

He realized that when they said that the vaccine is FDA approved they weren’t talking about the one in the United States so he told them that he would take the approved vaccine not the current vaccine.

Now this hearing proves that the FDA in fact pulled this maneuver and tricked everyone with a bait and switch. 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #bait and switch #government corruption #lies exposed

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Y'know what, you can also have this

It was meant to go in tandem with my Prime bros fic but because since I drew this I rewrote the draft of the first chapter so many times it doesn't fit anymore

#sonic prime #this is also that image rhat was over 60MB #i has made the mistake of adding filters to it in the drawing program instead of afterwards in an app on my phone #so it was a fight to compress it but not make it look like absolute ass #also!! concidering I drew the placement of the shatterspaces purely from memory id say i was close enough #no place and boscage should be switched but oh well #miles nine prower #nine the fox #sonic prime season 3 #mah art #me does arts #actually finished doodl #also ignore the reflection looking weird!! i no longer has any power to edit that!!!

[wachtelspinat]

i can't help but feel like my drawing days are kind of over. not entirely, i'll still be drawing from time to time. and deffo not because i want to. but i'm having this exact same feeling since mid 2022, since i was really struggling with my elective period, i kind of disconnected with art there and never truly found my way back. on top of everything that came after - moving, starting a job and working to be good at it which leaves such little room for other things because i can't handle my life well - there is just so much horrible shit going on. and i'm having a hard time comprehending it.

a part of me also feels very stupid for drawing one thing for almost 4 years now constantly, but another part of me knows "hey, but this makes you happy". it's a constant battle in my head because online spaces are like school grounds, and i don't actually wanna stand in the corner as that one kid that just can't shut up about that one character. but then again all i ever did was drawing fanart so... what does it. who gives a shit. be cringe and be free alright. but it kinda feels so hollow, esp. when you're at it for so long. a lot of mutuals move on. some are not even active anymore anywhere. and i wonder what happened. plus a huge chunk of the tone of the fandom has changed. also with the source material getting butchered so hard (since the release of ow2) it just kills the fun. playing this game used to be fun. playing this game was one thing that helped me getting through the last meters of university. it's like watching the downfall of the simpsons again without making the comparison too set in stone, just... this thing that used to be decent and nice and watching it getting ruined in real time (broken promises about pve, the recent gameplay changes?? the lore was fucked up from the start but they kind of tried, now it's just skins for 20+ dollars) while still having feelings for the characters is shit. anyway...

i recently went through a big folder of stuff i'd drawn at the age of 12-15 and there were so many fucked up but cool monster and cyborgs designs and just silly stupid stuff and all i could think of was that i felt so distanced from it, like i don't even know i think this is normal? because a lot of time has passed and a lot has happened and i knew i've drawn all this but i wasn't able to locate the person who did in my present me now and... it's just so normal that things move constantly forward but i feel like i missed huge chunks and passed a few stops and now i'm kind of lost.

i don't even know what i'm trying to say here anymore. i just feel sad because it feels like sth is slipping out of my grasp or sth has changed tremendously and i don't know how to make damage control.

i keep trying tho, i try to draw once a week at least. it's just like as soon as i take a step back and look at it i don't feel it at all. gonna continue tho, until it makes sense again i hope.

#this got a bit deep for saying i don't feel like art and i don't feel like it since 2022 #sorry for whining about this topic for so long already on here and twitter #but i've been drawing since 2004 and i can't deal with the feeling #of it slipping away #also ppl always recommend doing OCs or getting a new hyperfixation but #tbh i don't have the big brain powers for this #can't just switch or come up with sth new on the spot #esp with work #work is just very all consuming on so many lvls

[sprout-fics]

I MISSED THE CALL FOR THOTS I HOPE IM NOT TOO LATE

Konig turning into a blubbering drooling mess from edging👀 reader (or Maus) really vibing with this new power and pushing some more until he eventually snaps. Real quick 180

Yeah remember how I just said Maus is a freak-

“M-Maus, bitte-!!” He cries as he arches off the mattress, and you can see tears in his eyes, hips bucking uselessly as he searches for friction but finds none. His chest heaves, arms bulging as he strains to keep his hands on the headboard. You didn’t bother with restraints, told him you trusted him to follow orders like a good soldier. 

Now you sit back on your haunches, admire your handiwork. König's chest is smeared with his own cum, his first load a mistake on your part, thinking he could hold off a little longer, only for his sudden orgasm to nearly shoot you in the eye as you licked a broad stripe across the underside of his cock. 

“Please, what? Little prince?” You ask, honey-sweet, warm and dripping as you tilt your head coyly up at him, watching his sweat slicked chest rise and fall with shuddering breaths. 

König whimpers.

“P-please let me cum.” He manages, voice strained, arms bulging as his hands flex, a white-knuckled grip on the iron bars of his bed. 

“Oh~” You coo at him, pouting, and he makes a little noise between a frustrated grunt and a whimper. “But you already came once, sweetheart. Without permission too…”

“I-I’m sorry.” He hiccups, face flushing a lovely shade of pink that has you catching your lips between your teeth. “I want…want to cum, please-!”

“Not yet.” You reply in turn, and relish his shudder when you switch the vibrator back on, touch it with the barest hint of contact to his weeping cockhead. 

The effect is instantaneous. König's voice rises high and needy, spine arching off the bed beautifully as his cock twitches. His voice is a litany of pleas as you stroke him idly with one hand and press the vibrator more firmly against the tip of his cock. His hips buck automatically, and it’s enough to make you pull away as he cries out in protest. 

“You need to behave, baby.” You tell him, unable to keep the huskiness out of your voice, the breathless desire that robs air from your lungs. 

“Please.” König says again, firmer, and you arch an eyebrow at his change in tone. 

“Oh?” You ask idly, thumb smearing across his tip. “Who’s in charge here, little prince?”

König's eyes fasten on yours, and you blink at the sudden change there, the shift between docile and wanting to suddenly fixated, hungry.

He moves faster than you can stop him, snarling as he surges up, flips you easily underneath him, taking your hands and hauling them above your head, vibrator and all. He easily dwarfs you, hovering over your smaller form as he growls, primal and needy, his cock jutting against your thigh before he shifts, aligns himself and splits you on his cock, swallowing your cry with his lips.  “Me.” He growls. “I’m in charge.”

#konig smut #konig x reader #König x reader #HES A SWITCH OKAY #Also dom Maus because I can #had a fucking power trip writing this lol #thursday night thots

[mourninglamby]

mothpool au doodles part 2. magical cats who would get 5150’d

#from left to right too to bottom #cuz I changed some names #lionthorn #jayflight and mothflight #hollyflame #dovewing #ivypool #(keeping their names despite switching their powers) #lionblaze #jayfeather #hollyleaf #warrior cats #warrior cats fanart #wc fanart #mothpool au #power of three #omen of the stars #oots #pot #my art #art #doodles #slight blood warning #ig

[yuridovewing]

i really hate how the fandom’s excuse for jayfeather’s shitty behavior (and outright medical malpractice in certain cases. looking at the time he refused to help squilf in labour bc he couldnt be bothered and later blamed her for how bad it was) is “well the clan was ableist to him growing up, so fuck them!” ok how does that excuse him screaming at and berating the cats that didnt do any of that. or the babies.

#or ‘’well hes snarky and mean! we dont get snarky and mean characters!’’ what are you talking about everyone in this series is an asshole #im also a bit bitter bc you know if he were a she cat then he’d get tons of animations of ocs killing him #ppl (fanon and authors) really really want jay to be this underdog whos just grumpy at best #but in reality hes like. one of the head honchos in the clan. he holds a ton of power over people #sure sometimes the narrative doesnt WANT that to be the case but hes literally gods messenger boy #and is in charge of medical care #maybe im just very familiar with shitty doctors/nurses who abuse their patients and excuse it with ‘’but im stressed :(‘’ #but this character never was endearing to me even before the team switch #jayfeather is not your beaten down blorbo in a shitty retail job hes the nurse making a tiktok about how cringey pregnant patients are #also i just. really despise ‘’but theyre traumatized :(‘’ as an excuse for abusive behavior #did you ever think maybe some of his patients like twigkit were traumatized by his behavior?

[lemonivall]

Guys, guys. Hear me out..

The way that Mammon is so versatile is crazy. Like omg, i just see Mammon(Attacker) spoiler from WHBfan on Twitter and the way he– I–

I WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS CARD

THE PERSON I'D BE WHEN I GET THIS CARD AND EXPERIENCE THIS STORY MYSELF–

*ErRoR*

#what in hell is bad #whb #what in “hell” is bad? #whb mammon #top service top switch power bottom bottom

[thrumbolt]

Sometimes I forget why exactly I disliked ACOMAF as much as I did and then I see a random quote and am instantly reminded.

This is exactly the type of gaslighting that this book does that annoyed me so. fucking. badly.

'All he'd wanted to do wasn't free me, but fuck me' - ah yes, because it totally wasn't her who went for his pants first.

'He hadn't tried to kill her, hadn't crawled for me'

Excuse me? He crawled as he was bleeding out from a chest wound, still tied up. Not to mention he DID kill Amarantha in the end. (Also he couldn't kill her before, because that's how magic bonds work - none of the high lords could lift a finger against her. There was literally nothing he was able to do).

Also it makes no SENSE for Feyre to be resentful of Tamlin not rescuing her all of a sudden? Tamlin saved her already by returning her to the human realm. SHE returned to fight and die for him. She KNEW she'd most likely die but she was there to rescue HIM. It's not like she got kidnapped by Amarantha and he just watched, no she came to die for him. It's kind of weird to blame him for not getting her out when she came in to get HIM out.

So yeah, ACOMAF is awful in this regard and I just don't get it. It would have been quite easy and possible to make Feyre realize that Tamlin isn't right for her without literally making shit up about him that conflicts with book one.

#just a random thrum rant again #also lol the double standard #'I was doing those trials and tamlin did nothing to protect me i hate it' #'As soon as he got his powers back he tried to protect me with everything so I would never have to face such dangers again i hate it' #MAKE UP UR MIND FEYRE #but like ugh....i think its literally just that way to make Feyre seem less of a bitch for switching boyfriends so quickly #i am just surprised most people dont seem to mind this manipulative writing? #or however you want to call it #gha #acotar #tamlin

[hoolay-boobs]

Entrapta already accidentally killed god several times <3

Meme format not mine, found off of Pinterest

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[theminecraftbee]

“Alright, Iskall, pay up. You know the price. Three diamonds,” Stress says gleefully.

“That doesn’t count!” complains Iskall, from where he’s stretched out on the floor, rubbing at his poor, poor ankles. He’d misjudged a jump while building and, despite being a pro gamer, hadn’t managed to throw his water bucket out in time.

“Well, why not?” Stress says. “You told me I needed to help incentivize you to acclimate to vanilla again, you did. It’s important to make sure you don’t do silly modded things and get hurt. So, pay up. Three diamonds. Hurry up!”

“It doesn’t count,” Iskall says. “I don’t use Stonefall. I’m a professional. I use a water bucket.”

“Well you didn’t there,” Stress says.

“I don’t understand why I’m letting you do this. You tried to Dash earlier too!”

Stress huffs. “Yeah, which means neither of us paid. I’m sympathetic. That’s why I’m doing it.”

“You? Sympathetic? To me?”

“That’s what I said,” Stress says. “Three diamonds.”

“And I’m not paying! I didn’t use Stonefall! I just missed a landing. Because you distracted me. You’re a distracter,” Iskall says.

“I wasn’t talking about Stonefall anyway,” Stress says. “When was the last time you ate?”

“I’m not out of sprint yet?” Iskall says, baffled. Sure, now that she says it he’s plenty hungry, but there’s not really a purpose if he’s not out of sprint yet. There’s…

Wait.

“That doesn’t count either!” Iskall shouts.

Stress cackles. “I think people normally eat when they’re hurt in vanilla, love, pay up!”

“No! Nein! No! That doesn’t count! It’s a bad habit in the overworld in modded too!”

“I don’t know, sounds like you thought you could just Heal the injuries.”

“You’re bleeding me dry! This is—this is highway robbery!”

“Yep! Welcome back to Hermitcraft!”

Stress grins at Iskall a while longer. After several seconds staring, he grumbles and fishes for the diamonds in his pockets. “I’d been playing early game. I’ll adjust faster, I thought. I won’t have as many skills and talents and busted gear to get used to not having, I thought. Even with her silly scheme, I won’t be paying, no sir.”

“Well, you are a bit of a moron,” Stress says.

“Hey! I’m giving you free, undeserved cash! And you mock me! You mock me!”

“Just telling it like it is.”

He grumbles in mock offense.

(…yeah, he’d missed Hermitcraft.)

#hermitcraft #Iskall85 #stressmonster #I just wanted to write a silly stresskall thing #and also my persistent headcanon that vault hunters adjust Badly to switching back to vanilla because. well. #THE POWER SCALING IS A LITTLE. DIFFERENT… #a bee fic