#I don't think I've ever had many opportunities to practice them

[canisalbus]

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#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #art #artists on tumblr #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #modern au #sort of #mostly just wanted to do some hands holding cups #I don't think I've ever had many opportunities to practice them #also debated whether I should leave the steam out because it's not like you drink your hot drinks boiling hot #it's not realistic but in the end the aesthetic won

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Hello there. I've seen your blog for a while but I'm finally requesting. What about a male yuu who has the personality of someone who looked into the eyes of God and fist fought him? A yuu who will kick someone's ass for breathing the same air as him. Azul and Leona don't stand a chance.

Fighty yuu to Idia and Malleus- Oh dear. Oh dear, gorgeous

Fighty yuu to everyone else- You fuckin donkey. *beats them with a chair*

Fighty Yuu

Oh yeah I also made Yuu stupid strong for the memes. I did the first 3 dorms cause I ran outta ideas. He him pronouns used

Ever since you first arrived at NRC, you have given zero fucks. After all, having constant visions about coming to NRC combined with the fact that you were woken up in a mysterious world after being kidnapped had already got you on edge. What really set you off, however, was the fact that nearly everyone around you was an asshole.

No seriously, you can't even have a good relationship with someone at this school without people thinking you're weird. On top of that, there's one dorm dedicated to being "alpha males". It doesn't help that everyone's mentality here is kill or be killed and the strong should rule the weak.

It only makes sense for you to try and blend in, right?

You truly tried to pick your battles sparingly. Truly. After all, fighting everyone would be a waste of time and energy, and yet on the very first day here, you had already gotten into your first big fight.

Forced to go to some dumb cave all because a trio of dumbasses already soured your mood. On top of this, there was now some sort of monster in the mines you were now in that wants to kill you, and unlike those three idiots Deuce, Ace, and Grim, you will have nowhere to go if you get kicked outta NRC.

This is how your main friendship trio soon learned about your fighting skills and knew even better not to mess with you. They even tried joking about it with their other dorm members who just brushed it off as an exaggeration… oh how wrong they were

Heartstabyul

It took everything in you to not jump Riddle the second he started insulting you. He wasn't worth it. Not in the slightest, so when given the opportunity to finally get back at him, who were you not to take it?

"Everyone evacuate the dorm right now!" Trey yelled out, guiding dorm members out of the front with Crowley as everyone ran from cover. "What's happening?!" Grim shrieks as Riddle's visible veins start to become black, a shadowy figure looming behind him as he changes shape.

"Overblot! It's an overblot!" Cater yelps, pulling Ace and Deuce by their sleeves to guide them out. "How do we stop it?" Deuce asks as he fights against Cater's tug. "You aren't seriously thinking of fighting it are you?" Crowley practically demands. "No, I'm with Deuce, we have to save him!" Trey pleaded with the Headmage as Ace butted in. "Yeah! I'm not letting him off the hook that easy!" Cater stared at his dorm mates, closing his eyes before sighing loudly. "Oh fine! I'll guess help, cay cay?"

"Wait…" you paused, thinking for a moment. "If we knock him out we can save him," you asked, glancing over at Crowley as the wind swirls and blows harder. "Well yes essentially—" The headmage didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Yuu what the hell are you doing?!" Ace squawks as you immediately charge Riddle. You practically pummel into the dorm leader, making him stumble back before swinging, getting a few quick jabs on him. You didn't even register the insults he spewed at you as he began summoning spell after spell to fire at you, which you dodged by sliding and flipping over.

The group behind you immediately acts as support while trying to get you to calm down. The battle was over quickly, much more quickly if you decided to try Trey's plan. Once the blot left Riddle's body, Trey immediately got to his side to start healing up every single bruise on his body…

"Who has the shitty upbringing now?" "Really Yuu? Right now?" Grim glared at you. "I'm just saying!"

***

Not many dorm members were there to witness your aggression, everyone sort of just thought of it as a joke. You're magicless, right? There's no way you did that much! Yet little did they know you were just getting started.

The Unbirthday Party afterward was a pretty good success, and you did apologize to Riddle for going a little overboard. (The group with you now knows to never cross you) and was an overall pleasant experience… up until someone invites you to play croquet against them…

There were many casualties that day.

Savannaclaw

"Sorry, you can't play with us Yuu, you don't have magic shishishishi!" Ruggie cackled as you sat down on the bench. "Beat their asses for me you four" You nodded your head over at Ace, Deuce, Grim, and Jack who were now fighting for your honor, investigation be damned.

Watching the boys was depressing. The four were completely uncoordinated. Running into each other and fumbling the disk. Idiots. It was their own faults they were so competitive. Through all the running and the spells, you overheard some snide remarks from the other team. Them insulting you is disrespectful. Them dissing your boys is a violation.

Ruggie flicks the disk over to Leona, who is poised ready to catch it. Merely inches away from his casting range, you snag the disk. Almost amused, Leona smirks. "You realize you're only allowed to use magic to make the disk float, Scavenger." The smugness in his voice was beyond irritating.

To prove a point, you slammed the disk through the air, sending the disk flying across the field and into the scoring ground, creating a small crater. "I don't need magic." You sneer at the lion whose eyes were wide before he narrowed them. "Come on guys, we're wasting our time."

Walking off with your squad, you don't miss how all the all Savanaclaw students you played against, especially Ruggie, gawk as you guide your homies off. The whole way, Jack asking how the hell you did that.

"Oh hes just like that Jack, shoulda seen what he did to Riddle!" Grim beams as Jack makes a mental note not to cross you.

****

The overblot incident with Leona was solved within minutes. Leona got got.

Octavinelle

You would think that Floyd, who is surrounded by two of the most informed people on campus, would know not to mess with Yuu. Chances are, however, that even if he did know, he would have actively sought Yuu out to mess with him anyways.

Floyd smirked down at your usual trio. "Crabby… Mackerel… and Baby Seal, ehe..!" The eel chuckles, satisfied with the name he has created for your group. "And then you…" Floyd turns to you, standing there with your cafeteria tray. The eel interrupted you before you were even able to sit down.

You keep your blank and tired expression as the eel approaches you in an attempt to intimidate. "You're a weird one, huh, little prefect?" You take a step back from him, trying to create a comfortable distance between the two of you. "Floyd, don't be rude to the Ramshackle Prefect now, that's unprofessional." His brother Jade gives his usual sadistic smirk as he places his hand on his chest politely, standing next to his brother.

"Aww but Jade! I'm just trying to give 'em a name… mmm…" You took another step back. "Hehe, the way your backing up reminds me of a lil shrimp!" Floyd laughs to himself. "I think I'm gonna call you Little Shrimpy hehe!"

"Um… OK... can I go eat now dudes? I have class after this…" A mischievous glint appeared in Floyd's eyes as his grin started to show his sharp rows of teeth. "Aww little Shrimpy is trying to be tough! How cute~"

"Don't call me that." "Oya? What's that?" Jade asked, his eyes narrowing at you as he smirks. "I said stop calling me that." Jade glances over at Floyd who absolutely beams. "Oh yeah, whatcha gonna do about little shrimpy?" You gripped your cafeteria tray tighter.

The twins looked at each other, chuckling, thinking you wouldn't do anything. Floyd leans in, voice dropping lower. "Well?" And like that, you slammed your tray into the side of Floyd's head.

The entire cafeteria turned to watch as you grab onto Floyd's hair and hit his head on the cafeteria tables and dragging him across the whole thing sending food trays flying in the air. The second Floyd got back his bearing he immediately started to kick and swing. You admit he did hit you pretty good a few times.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you continued to swing at him. The people in the cafeteria cheered at the sight, many chanting fight over and over. Every time Jade tried to step in both you and Floyd pushed him away.

It took a good amount of staff and your friends to separate the two of you. Even Azul had to hold back Floyd as he snarled fiercely, thrashing in an attempt to get at you. You ended up pulling out some of his hair as you both were forced away, he nearly lost his entire black locks of hair.

The Octavinelle trio will have to keep your personality in mind when it comes to future negotiations… Azul must make sure that his right-hand men stay by him when it comes to it…

Also congratulations! You unlocked a sparring partner!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #grim x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #wendellicious

[markadoo]

The pornographic genre of JOI (jerk-off instructions) is stagnating. It needs to expand its horizons, come up with new ideas to appeal to new audiences and to keep the old audience from wearing out. Here are some ideas I've come up with. Not all of them appeal to me specifically, but I think there's something in here for everyone.

Tutorial: Considering that it's called "jerk-off instructions", they're really missing the opportunity for some instructiveness. Why not have a JOI that teaches you how to fist yourself, or stimulate your non-genital erogenous zones, or do electrostimulation, or use a spindle, or any one of the many masturbatory practices other than "put your hand on your dick and move it up and down".

Hecklers: You're performing a standup set, and you're bombing big-time. One guy in the audience stands up and mockingly shouts "Why don't you jerk off for us, funny boy?" The rest of the crowd backs him up. You haven't rehearsed this, but a comedian must play to his audience, right?

Hey Check This Out: You ever had someone show you how to press that one nerve that makes your hand curl up, how to wobble your kneecaps, how if you shine a red flashlight in your eye for a minute the world looks dull afterward, something like that? This is like that. Your platonic yet undeniably attractive friend is walking you through the steps to stand up masturbate in a very particular way, and if you do it right, and you close your eyes when you cum, you should feel like the floor is rising. Cool, right?

Female Instructor Roleplays as Someone Other Than Stepsister: When it comes to JOIs aimed at straight men, the only roles roleplayed are "nonspecified dominatrix" and "stepsister", with an occasional appearance of "doctor", "girlfriend", and "stepmother". But what if they roleplayed someone else? You know the story where the fisherman catches the magical fish that gives him a wish, and he wishes for a bigger house, and then becomes unsatisfied, and he catches the fish again, and asks for an even bigger house, and is still unsatisfied, and catches it again, and so on? What if the fish was a woman, and it told him to jerk off? That would certainly be novel.

Song: What if you made a parody of the Cha-Cha Slide called the Hoo-Ha Slide? Do You See Where I Am Going With This.

#unsafew #posts

[hisui-dreamer]

hello ˚ ༘ (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) about mc angel's request, I was wondering if you could do the same but for malleus and lilia,.. also adding the fact that mc doesn't know how to land well and always crashes xd so mc have to practice constantly jsjs thanks! ^^

of softer landings

Characters: Malleus, Lilia

Synopsis: you're an angel, but really you don't act like one, even more so with your crash landings. Worry not, your lover is glad to be of assistance.

Tags: crack, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 509

Notes: i just assumed the two of them do fly with wings, malleus being a dragon fae and lilia being a bat fae? also writing lilia's old man dialogue is so fun

Part 1 ✧ Masterlist

Malleus finds you so interesting

he appreciates the challenge your stubbornness presents, and the excitement your mischievous behaviour brings to his life

he thinks its another prank of yours when you tell him

"An angel?" he repeats, trying to make sense of it all. "I find it hard to believe."

but once you tell him you're serious, he'll believe you because he puts an incredible amount of trust in you

loves seeing your wings bc it shows you trust him

he's a bit clumsy when it comes to wing care, but he's more than willing to help you maintain your damaged wings

very concerned about your crash landings

honestly he's so excited to help you with flying, seeing it as an opportunity to assist you and spend more time with you

very patient in teaching but he's also the type of teacher that can't be specific in instructions

goes great lengths to ensure you're safe and comfortable during the practice sessions

he's gotten so good at casting slow fall spells quickly now

Malleus reaches for your hand, gently holding it. "Child of Man- no, my Sweet Angel, as dragon fae, I believe I can offer valuable guidance to you. Please do not hesitate to ask for my help, and I will do my utmost to ensure your safety and success."

He taps his chin, pondering. " When you're close to the ground, you want to bend your knees slightly. Think of it like preparing for a duel."

"Well done, my Sweet Angel! You have a natural talent for flying, and I have no doubt that you will master landing with practice and determination," he encourages, his dark wings flapping in excitement.

Lilia loves your energy, the two of you bounce energies off of each other and you’re quite a mischievous duo

he finds it amusing to be challenged and teased by you

he will be strict if you take a joke too far, but he can’t stay mad at you for too long

he has met many angels in his long fae life but you’re the first to be so mischievous

he believes you pretty quickly though, he’s seen more strange things in his life

"Well, I'll be. You're not like any other angel I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. But that's precisely what makes you so special and dear to me," he laughs

he loves helping you with wing care, he finds it so calming, and you often request his assistance with how you always crash land

he’s worried about you getting hurt, bad landings can be dangerous  

he offers to teach you how to land, suggesting you practice on a softer surface like a pile of leaves or moss and also demonstrating flying

he’s determined to do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and well-being

also super patient with his training

Lilia smiles and wraps his arms around you. "I believe you," he says softly. "And I think it's amazing that you're an angel. You're unlike any other angel I've ever met, and that's what makes you so special to me."

"Dear me, that simply won't do," he says, his tone taking on a more serious note. "It's imperative that you learn how to land properly if you wish to continue flying safely. Allow me to offer my assistance in this matter."

Lilia extends his hand towards you, offering to help with practice. "Come, my dear, let us begin your training at once. I have been flying for many years, and I believe that with my guidance, you can learn to land smoothly and safely."

Masterlist

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[zeldahime]

Highway to Pail Day 12

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February 12: I wasn't sure how to start the day, but then it dawned on me.

Aziraphale's temptation of Queen Eleanor had been an enormous success, and he had hoped that Crowley had reaped plenty of benefits from it from Hell during the years Aziraphale was stuck in damp old England, in so many ways greatly reduced from what it had been during the reign of Arthur and much less cultured than the courts of continental Europe. Not that he was ungrateful; Eleanor's determination to bring the English court up to speed had provided him with plenty of opportunities to dole out blessings and inspirations under the umbrella of solidifying the reach of the Church over the last few years. As that may be, he was nevertheless incredibly gratified to be part of the contingent returning to Poitiers, returning to a more agreeable part of civilization where Love, in the form of music and poetry and literature, was held in particular esteem.

This dedication to the celebration of Love was of course the reason his heart raced and face threatened to erupt into the most enchanted of smiles after passing through the palace gates. The dashing figure with red hair and glasses watching the queen's procession with a carefully constructed scowl on his face officially had nothing to do with it.

Said dashing figure also officially had nothing to do with how Aziraphale slipped away the moment he could be spared, as late night began to slip into early morning. He had told the humans he was off to find some rest, and the fact that he was instead found by Crowley in a dark and disused corridor only a single lamp lit was a carefully constructed coincidence.

"Now, what is an angel like you doing in a place like this?" a velvet-dark voice asked from behind him, and he turned to face it as slowly as he could manage, heart jackrabbiting in his chest. It had been so long since he'd seen his friend, and here he was: an oil slick in the dark, body twisted sinuously in his lean against the wall in a way that almost seemed impossible for a human-shaped corporation, glasses pushed up roguishly into loose russet hair and yellow eyes turned molten in the scant lamp light. He looked and sounded like sin incarnate, and Aziraphale had dearly missed him.

"Crowley," he breathed.

"When I asked you to do the England job, you didn't actually have to go to England," Crowley said, clearly trying for sardonic but actually landing somewhere near whiny. "The job was in Paris; you could've been back here by the end of the month."

"I had work in England; I wrote you, or did you not get those letters? I would have preferred to come back to Poitiers straight away, you know. The Court of Love is ever so much more appealing than the Court of Curtmantle."

"Court of Lust, more like," Crowley sneered. "I've been doing work too, you know, inspiring humans to all kinds of extramarital whatsits." Something hot and possessive burned in Aziraphale's chest at that; he immediately pushed it down, pushed it aside. He didn't want to know why he didn't want to think of Crowley inspiring humans to lust. "Sleeping with other people's wives, that thing. Made it all the rage with knights, your Court of Love has. Getting great results for Downstairs."

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows. "That may be so, Crowley, but how many more of them are simply experiencing love in its many facets? Courtly love is a beautiful thing. Devotion and dedication toward a deserving lady allows practice of the devotion likewise to be shown to God, and furthers Her mandate—"

"Oh, save it for the report, Aziraphale," Crowley snapped. "Don't justify it to me." Aziraphale shut up, feeling vaguely ashamed and wondering exactly where he had misstepped, and folded his hands in front of himself. Crowley stared at him for a moment, tongue—unforked at the moment, Aziraphale noticed, and also noticed he was disappointed, ridiculously, what Crowley chose to do with his tongue was his own business—running over his teeth.

Crowley appeared to make a decision, then snapped his fingers, a lute miraculously appearing in his hands. He slowly stepped closer to Aziraphale, seeming to allow him time to retreat if he wanted to, though from what Aziraphale couldn't fathom. Aziraphale stepped back in concert with Crowley until he was flush to the corridor wall and allowed the approach, allowing himself to be cornered in a show of trust he hoped Crowley would appreciate. Crowley stepped in so close they were nearly touching, only a few inches and an instrument separating their corporeal forms.

"Let me show you—" Crowley began, his voice high, then he cleared his throat. He took a deep breath and released it, and Aziraphale could feel it warm against his cheek like a breeze; he had the bizarre urge to bottle it up for safekeeping. Crowley began again, voice closer to a rough rumble Aziraphale supposed he must think was fashionable. "Let me show you what kind of temptations I've been working on, angel."

Crowley played a simple melody, singing in Occitan about a man who took to bed with his lover each night, who had fair hair and blue eyes; he sang about the watchful nightingale who warned the man each night of the return of her friends, of her mother, and then finally of her husband. His voice was sweet, the lute an urgent counterpoint. The song was soft, gentle, romantic. Aziraphale quite forgot to breathe. He'd no idea Crowley even liked music, and here Crowley was giving him a private concert with skill that would be envied by the most accomplished of troubadours.

As Crowley finished, his intense gaze dropped from Aziraphale's eyes and Aziraphale carefully did not think of where he might be looking, instead focusing on turning his automatic nervous system back online. The humans would notice if he wasn't breathing, and he didn't like to forget until they said something.

"What a lovely song," he eventually managed to say. "A beautiful serenade."

Crowley looked him in the eyes again and smiled in that sideways way of his, as though Aziraphale had said something that was a private joke between them. "It's an alba, actually. Meant to be sung in the morning. Start off at dawn with a bit of lust, let it follow them through their whole day, you wouldn't believe what humans get up to at night. Or halfway through the afternoon."

Aziraphale raised his hand to... he didn't know what. He didn't have to figure it out, though, as Crowley stepped back out of the little bubble he had constructed around the two of them with the song, tripping slightly as he hurried to put a more polite distance between the two of them. Aziraphale dropped his arm, joining his hands together again and fiddling with his ring.

"Good to see you again, Aziraphale," Crowley said too loudly. "Sun'll be up soon. We'd better get back before we're missed."

Aziraphale watched as Crowley stepped backwards once more then sideways into a connecting hallway, feeling as though his heart was going with him, thinking he'd missed something important but not having the faintest idea what.

Author's note:

This is not set in any particular year except "the latter 12th century" because I fudged timelines like I'd just been made Willy Wonka's head chocolatier, but the Eleanor in question is Eleanor of Aquitaine, one of the most fascinating queens of all time, sometime after her marriage to Henry II of England. Her court at Poitiers might or might not have actually been known as the Court of Love, but without a doubt she was a fervid patron of the arts, including of troubadours.

An alba is a poem about lovers who spend the night together but must part at dawn before they're caught. The example on Wikipedia has nightingales in it. There was no way I wasn't going to use this to fill the prompt.

I found this website with lyrics and instrumentals of a bunch of High Medieval songs in both Occitan and English, and listened to this playlist of troubadour music while writing.

#my writing #do it with style events #highway to pail #aziraphale #crowley good omens #aziracrow #azicrow #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens fanfiction

[legallybrunettedotcom]

Do you have a solution for breaking the cycle of self isolation after you've been made to feel inferior for being a "loser" who hasn't had as many life experiences as you should've at your age? I find it very hard to connect to people my age because im in my 20s and I've never dated. Even if I can get past my own insecurities constantly telling me I'm lesser because practically every single person my age (even the biggest outcasts or people who are less conventionally attractive than me) has been in a relationship and I haven't, people still bring it up and make it clear they find me weird because of it, like you said. I don't wanna be like this my whole life but frankly, its difficult not to choose self isolation when people actively and purposefully make you feel uncomfortable over being a "loser".

i put it under the line because i ended up blabbering too much.

sometimes i break that cycle and then get down a bit and decide to get stuck in it again. i'm the same, i never dated anyone, never kissed anyone and i don't know why. it's not like you can leave the house and yell who wants to fuck and everyone will flock to you. no one ever showed any interest. another thing is i have no friends, like genuinely. i try to hang out with people, but none of them are friends. i'm a proper loser in the eyes of everyone. i don't think there is a solution here that won't include constant heartbreak. it's just a process of endless trial and error until finally something works. or it might not work. like ever. we are both only in our 20s, there is so much ahead of you if you wish there to be. i don't think one should be jumping into the den with lions, but if an opportunity is presented to you, even the smallest one, take it. if you feel afraid or weird about it, learn to recognize that kind of thinking and try to be faster than it and go " ok let's do this, i'm counting 3-2-1 and my final decision is this or that. we're doing this or we're not doing this. end of story. " it's about learning to think less, as stupid as that sounds, but you see around yourself that the happiest people are those who don't think that much, they just do shit. through it you'll accumulate new experiences, new knowledge, new interactions etc. i know it's so easy to get stuck inside your head and only focus on yourself but it's important to practice curiosity, not just in the books, but when it comes to people as well, the person opposite you will always know something you don't.

you mention in the brackets the outcasts and people less conventionally attractive than you. it's the typical thinking of someone who has been insecure their whole life like what do these people have that i don't? envy obviously isn't the healthiest of feelings but it's normal and sometimes it just jumps in front of you before you can be your proper rational self. but i point you right there to those brackets, it seems to me that you do see something positive about yourself. i think all these insecurities that we have are often not genuine but a shield and just this sort of thing of oh let me put myself down first before someone else does. i did that my whole life and i still sometimes slip into it, but then one day i was like wait a second, why am i allowing intimidation? write down your qualities. like don't be humble, try to be as objective as you possibly can be, but also be a bit of a bitch a bit of cunt and write down every positive trait you have. i don't really like this modern self help books sentiment that is just constant repetition of know yourself know yourself you're the center of the universe blah blah it's so selfish and annoying and pathetic, but you do need a starting point, have some fundamental understanding of who you are or at least of who you're not and understanding of everything that you can possibly be and accomplish. if you find security in yourself, everything that you are and your potential to learn so much and be so many things you wish to be, maintaining your openness and curiosity and being less serious about yourself, other people's opinions and these notions of this type of person is a loser and this type is not, won't hurt you.

the human experience is so varied, everyone is learning on the go and there is this idea and concept of normalcy that a lot of people have failed to conform to. simultaneously we're all (for the most part. even those who mock you.) aware that there is no such thing as normal, no right way of living and yet we so desperately seek the conformity and approval and mistake it for community when it all reeks of malice and competition.

when it comes to all these people you mention, sort it out with yourself like ok do i genuinely want to do these things? am i seeking validation from people i don't respect? does this or that feel right to me? i know you don't want to be judged and you don't want to constantly be alone but do you really want to engage with people who don't respect you? like in my head, a good friend won't judge and laugh but will give you some encouragement, a bit of a nudge because sometimes that's all it takes. like i said in the beginning, trial and error. but that is every interaction til the end of your life. whether you're a loser or not. you try, you see ok i like these people or you say ok this fucking sucks and you move on. you get down a bit and then you try again. another thing i said in the beginning is that this might never work. some people never find friends, some people never you know find romantic love etc. it's a possibility and it's not the end of the world. is it an incredibly difficult thing to accept? of course. there is nothing i can say here that will make it an easier thing to accept.

i don't like those condescending posts that start with "you need to do this", you don't need to do anything you don't want to do, but toughen up, put some muscle on you, i don't mean literally, physically, but i think you get my sentiment. i don't think there is anything i said here that is going to be helpful, that is going to offer a concrete solution, because i think you know what the solution is and it's that annoying advice that people always give and i have been given it a million times, of like put yourself out there, you'll find someone, it'll all work out etc etc and it's like omgggg thanks for nothing. and i suppose in a way i did offer you the same annoying advice. no matter in what kind of cycle you find yourself in, the only way out of it is doing that very difficult thing that you dread. a person who isn't afraid can't be brave. try to develop a mantra, a story, a channeling of sorts that's gonna make some things a bit more bearable. i literally repeat a line from a book inside my head. this is how i try to sort out shit with myself. not everything works for everyone.

oh and another thing that helps is getting angry. not aggressive, not physical, not violent, just maintaining a healthy dose of anger inside yourself that propels you forward.

[green-socks]

I Want Your Daddy Too

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell (hangmav) / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Javy 'Coyote' Machado (brachado)

Summary: Jake's best friend and rival get together, and Jake is upset about it. He speaks into existence a threat that he ends up fulfilling, though unknowingly.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: everyone Jake is being dramatic. Mav is Bradley's dad and I will die on that hill. Also obvs age gap with hangmav.

Notes: I thought of this scenario and got excited. Also I just wanted more Rooster/Coyote content and thought "sure I'll make it myself", but then Jake stole this show and I just always let him do anything he wants. This was meant to be very silly and quick, please don't take me seriously. I'm running with brachado for the ship name for now cause that's in line with floychado and that makes me happy.

Jake was appalled. His best friend in the entire world had betrayed him by getting together with Jake's rival. His mortal enemy. And the bastard was even serious about it.

They had both been deployed, Jake and Javy, on practically opposite sides of the world, so contact had been a little difficult. But they texted each other and ten hours later the other replied, and so on and so forth. Didn't offer the opportunity for many long conversations, but Javy still managed to tell him about a guy he had started getting real close with on the carrier. What Coyote had failed to mention, however, was who that guy was. And that Jake already knew him.

He and Javy had been inseparable ever since they met at the academy. Well, almost. It had taken Jake a while to let Javy fully in, but once he did, he knew Javy would always have his back.

Except with this one thing, apparently.

And to think, Jake had ranted about the idiot all through flight school, and Javy had listened, had agreed with him! Hadn't he?

Well, Jake would probably find out more once he calmed down some. Which might take a while. There were surely worse ways to find out your best friend was sleeping with your rival than walking in on them having sex and seeing way too much bare ass this early in the morning, but Jake couldn't come up with any at the moment.

"Javy, what the fuck! Bradshaw?! Are you fucking kidding me?" Jake yelled, not caring he sounded perhaps a little hysterical.

This was not what he'd had in mind for today. Not even in the ballpark. He had just wanted to spend the day with his bro now that they were both back in the same country. But nooo, fucking Bradshaw somehow had to ruin that too.

"How is this even happening? I thought you hated him too," Jake continued.

"Hey!"

"Shut up, Rooster."

"One, I never hated him. I just kind of let you rant, you know. I actually thought the mustache was hot this whole time–"

Jake made a noise, but Javy silenced him with a sharp look. Rooster looked smug.

"Two, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I mean it. I wanted to wait until we were face to face to tell you." Javy really did look sorry about that.

"But three, you know how happy I've been these past few months, so please get it out of your system so you can be civil. That goes for both of you," Javy turned to Rooster. "I'm not gonna listen to you two complain about each other anymore."

Sigh. Jake can't very well refuse his best friend like that (though he's sure he'll have a hard time trying to keep his thoughts to himself), and based on the expression on his face, Rooster reluctantly agrees. Huh. Guess they can agree on something.

Jake sucks his lips to his teeth. "Fine, I guess. But Bradshaw, if you steal my best friend away from me, I swear to god I will fuck your dad." By the way both Javy and Rooster flinch, it seems his threat sounded appropriately serious. Good.

"Jake–" Javy starts, but Jake cuts him off.

"Nope, I'm outta here. Javy, call me when you're done and can hang out. Bradshaw… nice ass." And with that Jake takes his leave, giving himself a proper shake as soon as the door closes.

Why is life like this?

-

Thankfully all three of them did not even need to be in the same place together again until they all got called back to TOPGUN for a special detachment. So everything had been surprisingly calm and easy. Jake tolerated Javy talking about Rooster in a positive way these days. Because if he was honest, he really couldn't hate anyone making his best friend that happy. And Javy was so happy it was kind of disgusting.

But at least he got to antagonize Bradshaw in the flesh again. In a friendly-ish manner, of course. He didn't want to make Coyote suffer after all.

And at least there was a goddamn handsome man buying him beers. Well, technically he was buying them for the whole bar per Penny's rules, but Jake liked to think the man's eyes lingered on him more than any others.

If he wasn't on a self-imposed "no dickstractions" policy while training for a special detachment, and if he hadn't had to throw the older man out of the bar, he definitely would have made a move. Might have anyway, his own rules be damned. But there was no damning Penny's rules, so that was that.

Except that it wasn't, because the next day that same man walked in front of the class and smirked at Jake like he was enjoying the fact that Jake was blushing a little in embarrassment. Now he was really really glad he hadn't made a move on the guy. He wasn't looking to get court martialed or anything, and propositioning a CO definitely wasn't the best way to promote career longevity in the Navy.

But damn, Captain Mitchell was hot. The adrenaline of flying always got Jake's engine going, but never before had he been so turned on just from seeing someone else fly.

He'd always been a bit of a teacher's pet, he could admit that, but he also thought he'd gotten past the age of getting crushes on his teachers a long time ago. And yet, here he was. Jake didn't make any moves – he wasn't digging for blood out of his nose like that – but despite all that, in the privacy of his own head, he thought about the Captain a whole hell of a lot. Maybe in the shower. Or in the evening when he was trying to fall asleep. Or on his morning runs. Maybe he made an effort to talk to the man any chance he got. And, alright, maybe he flirted just a tiny bit. It was in his nature! So sue him.

-

In an unexpected turn of events, when Javy went into g-LOC, Jake found himself comforting Rooster and being comforted by him in return. Javy was the most important person in both of their lives, not to mention the added scare of Phoenix and Bob ejecting. Jake still wouldn't call Bradshaw a friend, but maybe they could be. They had to have more in common than either of them would have liked to believe if they were both so close with the same person. Jake would take it to his grave, but he knew that behind the mustache was a pretty solid guy and a surprisingly comforting presence, when he wanted to be.

Maverick also checked in on all three aviators in the hospital, and the Captain's presence calmed Jake down like nothing else could, even though he could see the older man was shaken by everything too.

-

After The Mission, after Jake had flown like hell to get Maverick and Rooster back home, he was buzzing with excess adrenaline and nowhere to put it. He visited the duo in sick bay, celebrated with the others, took a shower, tried some yoga, but nothing could make the pins prickling under his skin stop.

Even after they got back to shore, a weird, uncomfortable feeling persisted, though not as strongly as before. But eventually he ended up seeking out Maverick. Something inside him just yearned for any contact with the man. Maverick had said his door was always open for any of the Daggers, so Jake (not entirely) shamelessly took him up on that offer.

The mission was over, Maverick was no longer their instructor and direct CO. He was still a superior officer, sure, but Jake figured the Captain at least wouldn't punch him now that Jake had saved his life. So Jake decided to shoot his shot.

And Maverick didn't punch him. Instead, after some talking, when Jake kissed him, he kissed back.

-

They had all been given a month of leave after the mission, and three weeks of it had already passed. Jake had spent nearly all of it with Maverick at his hangar, and he couldn't have been happier. The only thing he was missing was his best friend who had taken Rooster with him back home to New Orleans.

Mav had been working on his P-51 all morning while Jake went to do a grocery run and made lunch. After eating they settled down on the couch for a little afternoon nap. The older pilot was still a little sweaty from working, his shirt a little damp, but Jake didn't mind it. He just pressed his face further into Mav's chest and let himself doze off, safe in the strong, warm embrace of his lover. He didn't think he'd ever experienced bliss like this while not in the air.

Until that bliss was most rudely interrupted by none other than Rooster Bradshaw loudly announcing his presence at the hangar.

"What the hell is happening here?" the mustached naptime-hater yelled.

Maverick shot up to a sitting position, making Jake's still sleepy self let out an undignified yelp.

"Seresin, you better not be fucking my dad or I–"

"Your dad?" two voices interrupted the angry growl. One of them was Jake, but who–?

Jake whipped his head to see his very own best friend walking to join them.

"Jake, man, what are you doing here?" Javy asked.

"I was having a lovely nap." He glared at Rooster. "But hold on, back up, what do you mean dad? I thought your dad was…"

Jake and Javy had both seen the picture of LTJG Bradshaw. What he did with that information was not something Jake was proud of, but rest assured he would always remember. 

Rooster sighed deeply. "My father, Nick Bradshaw, is dead, yes. My adoptive dad, the man who raised me and who became my legal guardian after my mom died, is sitting on that couch."

They all turned to look at Maverick, who in turn was looking at Rooster with unshed tears in his eyes.

"You– You still want to– Oh, Baby Goose," Maverick whispered, seemingly overcome by emotion.

"Shit," Rooster muttered. "I mean, I– We hadn't talked about it yet but I do–"

Jake wanted to comfort his lover, but Javy pulled him outside to give the other two some "family time".

"Did you know about all that?" Jake asked once they were out of earshot.

"Not exactly, no. Bradley's always been very tight-lipped about his family matters, and now I know why. He didn't really have anyone for a while. I knew he and Maverick knew each other but I didn't know the depth of it. I guess he brought me here today with the purpose of meeting Maverick as his family and not as our teacher."

"Yeah, same. Mav has some pictures of Rooster as a kid in there but I never realized it went that deep. It's not like we're focusing on Bradshaw when there's a P-51 and a bunch of bikes to fix."

".....Yeah, what are you doing here?" Javy narrowed his eyes.

"Learning about planes?" Jake tried. 

Javy didn't dignify that with a response.

"We're sort of dating? Less going on actual dates, though, and more like spending every minute together for the past two weeks."

"Oh so you in deep," Javy chuckled.

It was true. Jake didn't give up his privacy like that for anyone. Usually the only person he could stand for that long was his best friend and even that was stretching it.

Javy blew out a breath. "Well, better that you're serious about it and not just fulfilling your threat of fucking Brad's dad."

"I told you, I didn't even know!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's go check how they're doing and hope my boyfriend doesn't want to kill you."

Jake squawked, but followed Javy back inside the hangar. If he hid a bit behind his friend's back then that was his business.

Inside they found the father-son duo (the thought still gave Jake whiplash) on the couch, hugging tightly and both looking like they'd been crying. Maverick noticed them approaching, and pulling away from Rooster, he asked Jake, "Sweetheart, did you get enough dinner supplies so they could stay over?"

Jake blushed at the nickname, and he secretly thought hearing it would never get old despite Javy smirking at him knowingly.

"Yeah, sure. I'll go get us some beers and we can talk," he said, eyeing Rooster's direction warily. 

This was going to be the weirdest fucking family dinner in history. Beer was needed.

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tagsies (idk who in the hell is the target audience for this but I'll tag usual top gun list): @wildbornsiren @writeforfandoms @marvelousmermaid @lorecraft @a-reader-and-a-writer @callsign-phoenix @blue-aconite @mayhem24-7forever @lt-natrace @luckyladycreator2 @alexxavicry @footprintsinthesxnd @writercole @blowmymbackout

#top gun fic #top gun: maverick #hangmav #brachado #machshaw #cooter #i don't fucking know #i accidentally wrote something #hangman #maverick #rooster #coyote #i still don't know what i'm doing #i did a silly thing

[threewaysdivided]

for the ask game: 💥🤔📚

if we can only do one, your pick :)

(Fanfic writer ask game)

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

I've talked about some other changes in a previous ask, but I think Danny Phantom could have been improved by either re-writing the episode Memory Blank or at the very least, cutting a couple of the jokes. The base-premise is potentially interesting but it was definitely one of the ones where the show did characters dirty for the sake of jokes.

If I had to leave it mostly as-is, I would at least want to ditch the two random insert jokes where Danny "remembers" using his powers to peep in the girl's locker room. Not only is the base joke a gross, sexist "boys will be boys" gag, it also just feels really jarring and almost out of character for Danny in particular. That's not to say that Danny isn't canonically chauvinistic in other ways at times, but this one doesn't jive with how he reacts to similar situations (and behaviors from Tucker) in other, more character-centric episodes. The abrupt musical punctuation feels more like a sudden insert of Fairly Odd Parents humour and I would say it's probably only there because this kind of "adorkable misogynist" punchline is a common staple in both Butch Hartman and Steve Marmel's comedy styles.

Ideally though, since the main purpose of the episode is to give Danny his marketable DP insignia, I would rather do a full re-write around all three trio members actively trying to design a logo for Phantom. Rather than doing Danny and Tucker dirty by making them into boring butt-monkeys who live empty lives without Sam (and doing Sam dirty by making her seem like a weird stalker who changes Danny's suit without his knowledge or consent) we could have had an episode that let the icon have actual symbolic meaning for the whole of "Team Phantom". It's sad that one if the most iconic symbols of the show ends up being tacked onto a character assassinating goof-story when there were so many ways it could have been great.

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

Going to go with a soft no on this one.

For one thing, I believe the best stories happen when someone has a specific story to tell, and at the moment my Deathly Weapons fanfic is the main story I feel the need to make exist. As a mystery nerd, I guess I could maybe do a decent detective story involving Batman or Gotham, but on the other hand I don't think it would be the kind of story Modern DC wants to sell.

From a practical point of view, I also think the things and stories I find the most fascinating within the Danny Phantom fandom would probably be too tonally serious to "fit with the brand" of official canon material. (Although it has been awesome to see some of the Phandom olds getting ascended to the level of official canon creators with the AGiT comics!)

As for Young Justice Animated I think I'm one of several fans who wouldn't mind being tagged-in (or at least a fly on the wall) if DC/Warner Bros ever decided to give it the Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood treatment, kick Greg Weisman's Whedon-worshipping incel ass out the door and let some of the prominent staff who were dropped after Season 1 have a do-over to continue the story they were actually setting up. I think there was a lot of potential in that initial cast, and there were some really cool character-centric standalone episodes that could have come from things like digging into Artemis and Jade having a diegetic connection to Alice In Wonderland while living in the same city as Jervis "Mad Hatter" Tech. But as it stands, I found Weisman's multi-season vandalisation of his colleagues' work to be so egregious that I ended up blocking both the main series tag and his name for the sake of my blood pressure. Look, even when he's not writing like the kind of man who probably fantasises about impregnating his colleague's daughter, the Nostalgia-Critic-level incompetence at basic narrative coherence is just exhausting.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Many!

For today's tasting, I would like to recommend Developmental Milestones and the broader Cor Et Cerebrum series by @audreycritter. Actually, let's just make that a general rec' for all Audreycritter's DC stuff.

I really like their interpretations of the Batfam and Superfam. They do such a good job of capturing the humanity of these characters in their non-cape moments, and I love their approach to dialogue. I think it speaks volumes to the strength of their character-writing that, despite not being a reader who generally goes in for Original Characters, I have become deeply obsessed with their on-call OC Batdoctor Kiran "Dev" Devabhaktuni. He is indeed the light of my life. Developmental Milestones is Dev's focus story but plenty of others put the focus on the canon DC roster if you prefer.

Go enjoy seeing Bruce get yelled at by a deeply affronted, potty-mouthed British Doctor with a heart of gold, though he'll stringently deny it.

Thanks for playing!

#fanfic writer ask game #myth-blossom's ask game #anonymous #Danny Phantom #Young Justice Animated #Cor et Cerebrum #fanwriter rec #fanfic rec #3WD Answers

[sunhatllama]

20 Questions for Fic Authors

Thank you so so much @silvercap for the tag!! I love these games :DD

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 22 works on ao3!

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

237,770 words and counting :))

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I have written for a few things over the past few years, but right now I am writing pretty exclusively for Resident Evil, though I do have a Call of Duty fic in progress that might see the light someday.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(Im going to go with only Resident Evil ones because i said so)

1) what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? - my Vendetta fic! also the start of my connected chreon series

2) Please Don't Leave Me - a Leon sickfic I haven't gotten around to finishing yet lmaoooo (also part of the chreon series)

3) in my dreams, we're far away from here - part two of the chreon series, a 3+1 with carrying as the theme :))

4) When I need you, you're always there - another part of the chreon series, Leon has a nightmare

5) all it takes is a snap - my singular whumptober fic with hurt Leon haha (chreon ofc)

None of my newer fics are getting traction but thats okay! gonna enlighten as many people to the hurt Chris agenda

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! i sometimes am busy and forget to, but if i see one i usually comment back!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

To be fair, I haven't killed anyone off yet. All my fics end happy because my poor heart can't take a bad ending.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oooo, good question...either what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? or in my dreams, we're far away from here because of happy chreon :))

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet, but I don't get too much engagement anyway. I don't think I have had the opportunity to get any. Haven't gotten any hate here either.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I do!! I used to not, but now that I kind of know how it's done, I've been experimenting and practicing. Most of my fics nowadays have sex scenes in them (or multiple) but i have written a pure smut fic.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I haven't! I'm not the biggest fan of crossovers and often avoid reading them because I'm not interested. Doesn't mean they're bad though. Just not my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not! Not that I'm aware of at least.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not (though if you wanna, please ask! I'm very open to it)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, I have! I am actually in a roleplay server and have a writing partner. We have been turning many an rp in a fic for you guys! Like I can't escape this now, unless you show me how (mine and @leon-thot-kennedy 's re 5 chreon au)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

CHREON!!! I have liked a lot of ships from other fandoms, but chreon is without a doubt my favorite Resident Evil ship as well as all around ship. Other ships are just fine but chreon is my OTP, the source of all happiness in my life.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh definitely Please Don't Leave Me. I have an outline and a plan and everything, just haven't had the juice to write hurt Leon nowadays. I hope to come back to it though!!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't actually know haha. No one has told me anything, but I like to think I do suspense fairly well? Not as good as other people but I'm still learning! This year marks my fourth year of writing though so that's exciting :))

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely balancing dialogue, action, and internal thoughts. I always have too much of one of those. Also I tend to reuse phrases or sentence structure and I need to learn to spice it up a little lmaoo

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think writing dialogue in another language is perfectly fine. Especially if the character speaks another language. You just have to be aware that not everyone will understand what is being said. But if it's essential to the plot, saying that they said it in another language works too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek (2009) or the reboot movies lmao. It's funny, I started out not shipping anyone, but then started to ship Jim and Bones. But then I watched the original series and shipped Spirk in the old series. So I actually think that this was my first foray into shipping men together. Haven't been the same since hehehehe.

I was into Star Trek for about a year and a half! longest to date and I would say it was my first true hyperfixation. Resident Evil is creeping up on length though haha.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Favorite fic is hard but I actually REALLY like I can't escape this now, unless you show me how . It's my baby, my magnum opus. The best thing I have had a hand in creating (even if only half of it is mine). For fics that are purely mine, The Stars Were Out was the most fun to write with the forest and stuff. Was kind of experimental but it was fun to try and describe things a little better and draw out the scenes.

Tagging- @wisecrackingeric-2 , @spectralharvest , aaaaand i was going to tag more but I have suddenly forgotten every writer friend I know that hasn't already been tagged. If you see this, and wanna do it, go for it! <33333

#🦙 talks #writing game #fic game #love doing these!!

[empresskadia]

Part II (I don't know how many parts this is):

For Naomi-010, there was comfort in the routine.

Oftentimes, the Spartan-II enjoyed using the knowledge that was drilled into her during training when there was something on her mind. In particular, she liked to tinker - to maintain her weapons and armor while making the occasional change here and there. It was a moment of peace and reflection that allowed her to think without staying idle. When someone asked her if she could take a look at their sniper rifle, she jumped at the opportunity. 

The dismantlement, inspection, and cleaning of a SRS-99D was instinctual at this point. Her practiced hands allowed her to switch to autopilot, to think and observe while going through the motions to make short work of the task. While her hands reassembled the rifle, her mind was elsewhere, wandering. Thoughts of a certain ODST Gunnery Sergeant she was partnered with were at the forefront of her mind.  Lately, it seemed most of her thoughts were about you. 

Oftentimes, the little things about you  would leave her feeling flustered, replaying in her head in the quiet moments of the day. Small things like how that twinkle in your eyes seemed to brighten when you saw her  or the way your voice was softer, more genuine when you spoke to her made the tips of Naomi's ears burn without fail. Right now, though, she was repeating something you had said on that last drop.

I got lucky enough to meet you, didn't I?

Her cheeks singed at the memory. The Spartan could vividly recall how radiant you looked as you said those few gilded words that left her speechless. She could recall that ever present twinkle in your eyes that seemed to absorb the starlight above you, the way the corner of your eyes crinkled when you smiled - a smile that wasn't the polite, forced one you used with other officers but one that was luminously genuine. In the days since, she repeated that night over and over until she came to a relevation.

Naomi was no fool. She knew exactly what she was feeling for you, and that was the issue. She didn't know what to do now that she knew. Should she just tell you? Would it interfere on the battlefield? Will it ruin your friendship? Would you even accept her feelings? So many unknowns she couldn't know. 

What she did know was that the very idea of such a relationship would probably break several rules and regulations, and would definitely have some form of consequence if caught, but doing nothing with this insight was starting to frustrate her. She was planning ahead when she didn't even know how to tell you, which is why her evening was spent in the armory thinking and tinkering. How does a Spartan-II tell someone that they were interested in them romantically?

"Oh! I didn't expect to see you in here so late."

Reality came rushing back into focus with you leaning on the door to the armory dressed in full ODST gear. The visor to your helmet cleared and she could see the lopsided grin you were giving her as you made your way over to the cozy little corner she called her own. 

"Busy day?" The Spartan asked.

"More of the same." You shrugged, rolling your shoulders before taking off your helmet. "Just finished running some drills with the kids. This seat taken?"

"I don't know." Naomi hummed. "I was saving it for my dance partner."

"Unfortunately for you," You chuckled as you plopped down across from her, "I don't dance."

"What if I said pretty please?"

"Not a chance."

A comfortable silence swiftly fell between the two of you as you settled in next to the Spartan-II, taking to leaning your head on the table while she put the finishing touches on the rifle. As she admired her work, she worked up the nerve to ask you a question that had been bothering her for a while now.

"Can I ask you something?"

I'm giggling, I'm squealing, I'm legit kicking my feet. I've been waiting for this beauty.

I didn't even realize this was before they got together until now and omgg, I'm getting the full content.

I just need you to know, I love this.

Ahhhh, she knows she's in love and she is in love. And the banter with her!!!

I almost did an annotated read of this but I didn't want to wait till morning to read it, I wanted the content right away.

#halo #halo series #naomi 010 x reader #naomi 010 #this is what i wait for #i will be finishing the naomi gentle touches chapter for you #so you get naomi content too #halo x reader

[imminentinertia]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

@lurkingshan tagged me, thank you darling! So now I'm forced to admit that whispers I'm honestly not much of a shipper

I get into shows and films, but rarely so much that I get invested in couples (canon or otherwise). Even rarer, so much that I start taking ship war sides. Notable exception: Harmony (Harry/Hermione) because that ship came with the stupidest shit I've ever seen in any fandom.

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

What do you mean, don't care anymore. I absolutely do care about every ship I've ever shipped.

No wait - as a very young teenager I was so into Alice Hoffman's books it's not even funny. Especially Property Of. I wasn't terribly into the nameless main character, but I adored The Dolphin and thought McKay would be much better off with him. Then I grew up and realised that Property Of is pretty badly written and has a frightfully naïve plot (no wonder, she was practically a baby when she wrote it), although it really hit the spot for a 13 year old with a rabid case of bad boy syndrome, and completely stopped caring about any of the characters.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

The first I went insane about was Harry/Draco, so probably that.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Harry/Draco. I wasn't going to write fic at all! Wasn't interested in writing them myself! But I got so fed up with all the horrible purple prose in a lot of fics, wrote a pisstake, and it escalated.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

No. That was so many years ago. SO MANY.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

No. When I get into discourse it's about other things than ships. When I try to start discourse it's definitely about other things.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

Some pairings squick me, but I tend to forget the horrors as quickly as I discover them.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Jaeyoung/Sangwoo (Semantic Error).

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

VEGAS/PETE. I also adore a number of other BL couples, but that's the OTP. Show versions, not book originals.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Spooks WASTED A BRIILLIANT OPPORTUNITY for a ship that could have been either canon or not-canon by KILLING A GUY ten minutes after he meets THE POTENTIAL LOVE OF HIS CANON OR NOT-CANON LIFE. They barely had time to share some chips. YES I AM EXTREMELY MAD, 16 YEARS LATER.

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

To me, any ship that's well written and where both characters are well formed and not limp 2D shit can be kind of interesting. I can't remember any of my squick pairings starting to intrigue me. Does it count that I used to dislike any KinnPorsche pairing featuring Ken, but I'm starting to quite like them?

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

Oh, I'm sure I do. I like age gaps. People are often very weird about them.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

Giant Squid/anyone. Such a great setup for crack tentacle porn.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

I've read a fuckton of Harry/Draco, but because of betaing and rec blog running it might be Even/Isak? Give it enough time and it will be Vegas/Pete.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

At least one, preferably both, of the parties is a criminal. Okay, that also has to do with what sorts of films and shows get made and appeal to me, but I love a good criminal so much and I just can't get interested in some goody two-shoes. I can honestly only think of Even/Isak when I try to list my ships that don't feature a delicious criminal. Preferably unhinged murderers, but I'll take minor misdemeanours too.

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Big fat traditional seme/uke or het dynamics where the seme/man blatantly doesn't give a canon shit about the uke/woman. I could write a thesis on this, I suppose.

As usual I don't dare to actually tag people, but if you've made it this far, you are so tagged.

#tag game

[windvexer]

Hi, I would say I've been practicing witchcraft for over a few years. Obviously I still don't know much, haven't experienced much, having confusion with spirits at the moment.

What would you say to someone who's afraid of making mistakes and is always caught up in the details of preparing before hand with multiple back up plans and usually ends up severely panicking when confused or when a slight thing goes sideways?

I'm aware it's impossible to avoid making mistakes but dumb anxiety bird brain seems to think that it justifies avoiding it entirely and moving on, or desperately trying every other possible alternative when the real solution could be as simple as opening the window. What say you, Chicken?

I'd say,

what a lovely opportunity to explore this facet of yourself.

Perhaps presumptuous of me but I doubt that this tendency begins and ends for you at witchcraft.

It seems as if your natural inclinations create for you a complex spiderweb of ever-vibrating strands, and when the moment comes you have trouble knowing which line to walk down.

There is nothing wrong with that. Imagine having so many strands in a web! A lovely gift, perhaps. Maybe less so, if it seems that there are too many to navigate.

We all know the first answer is "get therapy," which is a boring answer because it's tantamount to "fix your anxiety," which yes, we all know that would be best. That being said:

Consider working with spirits which have a keen sense for navigation. Animal saints, we might call them, because that sounds cool. No need for two-way communication; veneration and asking for help will do. Helpful figures might include Salmon and Spider.

Reframe

When I was a kid I went to church, and churches are big on how to church, do you know what I mean? What the sermons should be like, what worship should be like, and so on.

Church first taught me about the art of performative spirituality. My first church was a really big one. The worship team had rehearsals with an AV guy. Coordinated choir outfits, a full band on stage. The reverb fades out and the pastor is ready with the first prayer. They practiced all week. It was a religious set - DJing the Holy Word.

Polished, smooth, pretty. And embarrassing when someone got it wrong. I still remember when the guitarist's sheet music was out of order. Thirty seconds of social agony up on stage while the bassist helped him figure out the order of songs. Awkward smiles from the rest of the band. The pastor politely folded his hands. Twenty years later I remember this - he messed up the performance.

At that time, I didn't know there was anything different. I don't mean that I didn't understand that there could be smaller bands, or no band. Or different kinds of sermons, or smaller stages - or no stage!

I mean that I didn't understand that worship could be nonperformative. I didn't know that there was a way to do it that wasn't about what was being presented.

Do you ever feel that watchful eye of judgement on you, anon? Are you ever the guitarist fumbling with sheet music, with three hundred souls politely waiting for you to get on with the show?

Their show, not yours - you are the performer.

Yes, I think many people feel this way when it comes to magic. I think many witches perform spells, and feel judged and watched when they fumble.

When I was still young - but a little older than when the guitarist had his music out of order - I heard some men of the church talking.

"When I grew up, all the churches were really slick. Not a second of time in-between the acts. You could tell they practiced. The first time I went to a worship group and the leader stopped to tune his guitar, I got whiplash."

I asked my dad what that meant. He explained to me that some worship groups are more casual, like a conversation instead of a show.

You'd think that such a little comment so many years ago wouldn't mean much. But now, to me, these words still ring true.

I get caught up in the performance of spell work, sometimes. I'm not alone, after all. I call the spirits. I'm the worship leader, really. I'm the bottleneck, the gatekeeper. The experience moves with me, though me. I've called you all here today -

Called them here for what?

Not for the intent of the spell. The decision that comes before that.

I've called them here for what?

So they can be an audience staring at me on stage? So I can display my practiced performance? So that they will get a show?

Or, have I called them to me to be my fellowship? To participate in a conversation? To whisper loving affirmations to each other as I stop to tune my guitar?

Have I invited them because my performance is worthless without them to observe it, or because my worship is enriched when they participate in it?

Sometimes I get befuddled. I work spells with a lot of content - things need to happen in a certain order. Too many thoughts hit my head at once, and for that I have one cure:

Whiplash.

I stop, and sit, and gather my thoughts. If I'm anxious about the spell, I tell them. If I don't know what to do next, I tell them. If it doesn't feel right, I tell them.

They didn't come because they're my audience. They came because they're my fellowship, my friends. My family.

And whiplash creates beautiful cracks in the performance for their love to seep through.

Reframing spells from performances to communication doesn't cure anxiety. But from time to time, I think it's worth challenging the foundational perspective upon which we have built our craft. Is witchcraft a series of actions, a mechanical toy which will go off the rails if you are not a perfect engineer? Or is it taking time to tune the guitar?

Each of us gets to decide.

#answered

[craftycoola]

Happy NYE/NY everyone!

Because 'tis the season for reflection, I went through my camera roll and picked out the 9 projects from this year that I'm proudest of.

(We all know what posts from this year got the most online attention, but I think it's important to be introspective and think about what projects and posts were actually most valuable to me. Anyways. /soapbox)

Swan Song Scarf (Jasmine Lin, Crafty Coola). This is my design, and although I released it a good while ago, I'm still incredibly proud of it. I spent a lot of time sketching, charting, knitting, ripping back... it was a labor of love, but I'm proud that I stuck with it and got a result I'm happy with. Yarn: Miss Babs Yummy 2-Ply (World in a Book and Light Clematis)

Woodland Cardigan (Anna Johanna, Where We Once Knitted). This was my first time steeking, and yeah, I'm pretty gosh-darned proud of that. Yarn: Knit Picks Palette (Wonderland Heather and Calypso Heather)

Anza Dress (Kennis Wong, Itch to Stitch). This was my first time installing buttons, making (sewn) buttonholes, using interfacing (...don't judge me), and sewing scoop pockets. So many new techniques for me, but it created such a polished product and was an excellent learning opportunity. I'm so glad I took the leap with this pattern. Fabric: Singer Brand Cotton Poplin (2 yards)

Color Triangle (p: do you love the color of the sky?). This was my first time using powdered acid dye (read: Big Girl Dye instead of tie-dye/Rit/food coloring)! Obviously the whole color-formulating process for the Color of the Sky shenanigans remains in progress, but I'm proud of this triangle as it is anyways. Fiber: Knit Picks Stroll Bare, Dye: G&S Acid Dyes

Custom Intarsia Blanket. This depicts DNA replication using restriction enzymes and DNA ligase. I did this one for a custom commission, and I'm proud of myself for a) designing it, b) being so free with it, and c) getting to make something science-y! I sketched a rough plan before beginning, but I had to make an absurd amount of adjustments along the way -- in the end, I even had to duplicate stitch over the restriction enzyme bit with a half-strand (i.e. half the plies) of yarn since the stash yarn was too fine. I'm so used to planning everything and then being stubborn; this was a great exercise in adaptability and letting go.

Elderberry Dress (Shavonne Cruz, Mood Sewciety). I'm not one to do muslins or even much fitting on my sewing projects. I tend to just take patterns straight out of the envelope and then sew them, consequences be damned. This dress, though? After each wear, I've been making little adjustments to improve it; shaping the neckline and adjusting the fit, amongst other things. That's something I want to carry forward for my future projects.

Eliane Scrubs (Jalie). These aren't anything particularly special from a technical perspective, but they are possibly my most-worn me-made EVER. They've held up to weekly wear and washing and I'm proud of them for that, as well as of myself for letting my babies "do their job" instead of hiding them way out of fear. Fabric: cotton poplin

Fractal Yarn (p: swirling solar winds). I spun most of this for Tour de Fleece (which feels like a lifetime ago!) and it's a huge accomplishment for me. I'm often afraid to break down gradient braids, so doing a fractal spin was a first for me! I also got it nice and fine; a practical weight for what I usually work with. Fiber: Emily C Gillies (now House of Wool) Luck of the Draw December 2022 on Merino/Silk

Handspun Sweater (p: we pull apart the stars). Ok, so this isn't finished, but handspun sweater. I think that speaks for itself as far as why I'm proud!

#top nine #nye #reflections #craftblr #knitting #sewing #spindle spinning #p: swirling solar winds #p: we pull apart the dark

[desert-fern]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by the very sweet @fayes-fics (who writes some of the best Bridgerton fics I have read). Thank you for the tag on my side blog! 💕💕

How many works do you have on AO3?

Just one. It's a Bucky oneshot and I am trying to collect my shit to post my only series (A Gun Amongst Daggers) on there soon.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? / Tumblr word count?

2,210. Like I said, just a bitty oneshot on AO3

On Tumblr? Approximately 138 800 words.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now? Just TGM, but I have been known to write some Marvel/Avengers fics

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos/notes?

Because I only have one fic on AO3, I'm just going to do Tumblr notes

AGAD Part 1 (The Seal in the Bar) - 1,344

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - 879

The Walls are Caving In - 833

AGAD Part 2 (Goddamn Pilots) - 693

Roll With the Punches - 616

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to get to every comment that gets sent my way and if I don't reply, I always read them. I love being able to connect with the readers and their kind words mean the world to me!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

With what I currently have out? Probably This Love is Fireproof; it's not really all that angsty but I wrote it as a way to process my feelings around a wildfire burning near my home, so the ending is kind of open. Otherwise my angstiest fic isn't out yet, it's been a WIP for months now 😅

7. What is the fic you wrote with the fluffiest ending?

All of them? Ring Around my Rosie and I Just Need a Hug came to mind immediately, but I'm sure most of my work can fall into this category.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. I've had one anon telling me that I was selling out by writing a WWII au (which is just living in plot-landia right now), and I have had a few confrontations with anons in my inbox saying some awful things about a good friend, but most of the time I try to keep it chill. If someone has an issue, DMing me is the best course of action because I want to handle things like an adult.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

If you know me, you know that the answer is no. I much prefer fluffy to smutty, but I have written it once or twice as a part of AGAD. I'm still practicing lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't ventured in that direction just yet. Maybe in the future, but they aren't really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once. I had a copycat rip off A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, to the point where the title was a bunch of synonyms for mine. Some of it was changed, but yeah. It was taken down, thankfully, but I'm always wary of it now.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. Never. I'm not all that well known in my fandoms for writing, so I haven't ever been approached with an offer like that.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not in so many words. I am working with @footprintsinthesxnd on my WWII AU right now, she's been so generous as to offer her help with research, but I don't think I can call that co-writing, unfortunately.

I'd be interested in attempting one, if an opportunity ever presented itself.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I have too many! But probably Stucky, those two got me through some tough times lol

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Umm... this one I have where Jake gets his callsign of Hangman. It's also my angsty ending one and I think I need to go back to the drawing board on it. It's as of right now, started but unfinished, but I think that I can maybe slam it out. Just depends on the timing of everything.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Not a clue. I'm leaning towards really well-rounded and developed characters but I think I should leave that up to my readers.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Umm... smut. Which makes sense to me as I literally have nothing to draw from other than what I read and maybe scene descriptions. I feel I describe the scenes the same way and use the same words over and over, but maybe that's just me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't actually found a way that I feel does the language justice. I would totally add some French into a fic if I felt it was needed (its the only other language that I am fluent in, so that's why). Other times, I'm relying on Google Translate so I will usually just stick to English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson back when I was 13. I wrote a few things over on Fanfiction.net and read shit that I should not have lol

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all, but it has to be A Gun Amongst Daggers without a doubt. I poured 10 months of work into this fic and the characters will forever be a part of me. It is also the first series that I have ever finished, so I have so much love for this work of mine.

No Pressure tags: @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s @blue-aconite @horseshoegirl @teacupsandtopgun @dakotakazansky @footprintsinthesxnd @chvoswxtch @madwomansapologist @entishramblings @auroralightsthesky and anyone else who sat through this whole long ass thing!

#fern rambles #tagging the houseplant #fic writer questions

[samspenandsword]

Kinktober 2022/23 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Summary: Kinktober Day 5 — Breeding with Commander Thorn Pairing: Commander Thorn/Reader; fem!reader with no specifics to her appearance. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Breeding kink, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), oral sex (m!receiving), armored!Thorn, naked!reader, reader is on birth control, one (1) use of the word "daddy," these two being absolute nasties, language. Word Count: 1.9k

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Thank you so much for requesting this @theroguesully 💜 This was not only incredibly fun (and hot) to write, but it really stretched my comfort zone as a writer. I've never written for Thorn before and I genuinely hope I did him and the prompt justice. So please, enjoy some absolute filth with Commander Thorn ❤️

You were frozen where you stood, shocked silent by the charged, erotic words just spoken into your ear. Heat from arousal and embarrassment flooded your body, and you were sure your eyes were wide and your mouth open with shock.

"What, you didn't think I knew?" he said, smiling darkly. You suddenly felt like a canary facing down a hungry cat. "Thought I wouldn't find out?"

"I... I —"

He shushed you gently, with some of the genuine care he usually had for you in abundance. But right now, his features were mostly clouded with lust. The kind only you could inspire in him.

"Don't know why you tried to hide it, cyar'ika," he said. He kissed the crest of your cheek. "You know that if you ever want anything, all you have to do is ask."

You were still embarrassed. It wasn't a realistic fantasy. Not with the galaxy in literal shambles. But admittedly, your fantasy was more about the act itself, not the result of such an act. You had no desire to get pregnant right now. And your implant helped you with that.

But the fantasy... the idea of being bred...

It got your blood going.

You'd never really confessed your raging breeding kink to Thorn, too caught up in your own shame that you'd managed to convince yourself that he wouldn't, in a million years, but into it. But with the way he was gripping you now, his hot breath wafting over your skin, and his deep voice in your ear...

Now you wondered why you'd waited so damn long.

Because Thorn was practically crowding you, holding you so firmly it was like he was trying to press himself into your skin.

Press a part of himself inside you and let it stay there.

Let it take root.

Let it fill you.

You were almost shaking at the mere thought.

Thorn felt the shift in you, smiling slyly. He was going to enjoy this.

When you'd met Thorn, you two had instantly clicked. You'd gravitated towards his natural cheer and warmth, always ready with stories or gossip and good humor. (Good humor was relative. His puns could be lethal.). He'd been magnetized by your presence, warm and kind. Where many civilians didn't have the opportunity to really get to know the clones well enough to tell them apart from each other, and where many of the senate and upper echelon didn't bother, you'd actively gone out of your way to recognize him and his brothers for themselves. First by memorizing their armor and paint, and putting them with a name. Then by learning their quirks and humor, their ranks, their responsibilities, even their coffee orders.

Learning who they were.

How could Thorn not have asked you out when given the opportunity?

Especially since it had led to this fantastic little moment, with you squirming in his arms from both desire and a little measure of cute embarrassment. Looking the absolute picture of temptation.

"So what do you say, cyar'ika?" he said, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear and making you shiver wonderfully. "Want me to breed you?"

And really, there was only one possible answer you could give.

Fuck yes.

Your answer found you on your back on the bed faster than you could blink.

And in what felt like another blink, you were naked and writhing as Thorn caressed you with a dark, hungry gaze.

"You are perfect," he said, voice edging into a growl. "Absolutely ripe for breeding."

Your mouth went dry and core went tight at the absolute filth coming from Thorn, usually more humorous, though still loving and absolutely amazing in bed. You definitely regretted not telling him about your breeding kink earlier.

Because he wasn't just indulging it. He shared it.

"Your breasts would swell," he went on, voice husky with lust. His gloved hands framed them, just barely skimming their shape. "They'd get sore, and sensitive, and you'd ask me to massage them for you."

He did just that, palming them in a cupping little massage, rolling them in his grip, testing their weight, imagining how big they'd get, thumbing over your nipples, pebbling them under his touch.

You arched into his hands, feeling pathetically turned on by so little stimulation.

"And your hips," he continued. Thorn brushed his hands down your sides, down the dips and curves of your waist to seize your hips in a firm grasp. You gasped. "They'd swell, too. And expand. Making room for the little one growing inside you."

Oh, god, you thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh, fuck!

"Your hormones would change," he started again. "I'd bring you everything you craved. Massage your feet when you ask. Do the chores while you nap, rub your back when you're sore. Help you feel confident in your maternity clothes, and make you cum when you're so horny you can barely stand it. Make you cum so much."

You were fully soaked now, arousal leaking out of you and smearing across your pussy and thighs. The pressure was building inside you, like water in a kettle, heating up until it just started to steam, desperately looking for a way to relieve the pressure.

"The little one would be strong," Thorn husked, eyes dark and expression growing hungrier. "Just like their mother."

Your pussy tingled at that, but you had to add, "Just like their father."

Thorn's answering smile was edged with something dark. Curls escaped his bun, framing his darkened eyes.

"Hmm, he acknowledged. "You want all that, don't you, cyar'ika?"

You burned a little, flustered, but Thorn didn't let you hide.

"It's okay," he said, soothing, "I do too. But —"

He suddenly yanked you down the bed, seating you right to his covered length.

"I have to breed you first."

And you could not fucking wait.

"Sit up, cyar'ika. Hands and knees."

You scrambled to follow his directions, leaning forward until you were facing him, on your hands and knees. You looked up at him through fluttering lashes, and he groaned a little.

"So eager," he praised. His thumb traced briefly over your cheek before falling to unclip his codpiece. His cock was unveiled next, untucking it from his compression suit. It bounced a little, looking flushed and rock hard. "Go on, get me slicked up for you. Get me nice and wet so I can breed you."

You set about your task eagerly, instantly enclosing your mouth around him. Swirling your tongue around him, you slicked his skin before beginning to bob. You took him further and further each time, your tongue and mouth making him slick and even harder. Until finally, finally, he was hitting the back of your throat.

And he still wasn't fully in your mouth. Maker, he was so big. You couldn't wait for him to be inside you.

Braced on your hands and knees, you could only use your mouth on Thorn. You alternated between taking him in your mouth and peppering him with licks and kisses. You laved your tongue all the way up his length, teasing just barely over the skin of his balls and making him groan out a praise.

You kissed his tip, then opened your mouth and swallowed him.

"Oh, good girl, cyar'ika. Could cum like this. Could shoot my load down your throat, make you swallow me."

His hand went to your cheek, and the touch made you back off a little. He fully removed his cock from your mouth, ignoring the little pout you gave.

"But that's not what we both want right now, is it?"

You trembled and tingled with anticipation.

Thorn stood from where he had been kneeling on the bed, rounding behind you. Your eyes followed him, hooded and fluttering with arousal.

Thorn grabbed a pillow and placed it under you. He then pressed his hand onto your back, and you willingly let him push you forward until you were fully lying down, your breasts squished against the mattress and hips elevated by the pillow.

Presenting you to him.

His gloved fingers swept across your core, chuckling at just how wet you were. But he didn't press inside.

You tried to arc into him.

"Oh, no, cyar'ika, gotta keep you nice and tight, gotta keep all of me inside you. Gotta breed you."

You moaned into the blankets, both embarrassed at how turned on you were and desperate for him to be inside you.

"Thorn, please," you begged.

"Shh, cyar'ika," he said, not unkindly. He smoothed his hand down your back. "I'm here." He climbed back onto the bed, still in his full kit above you. You clenched at the knowledge that he was going to fuck you like that: you naked and writhing under his red and white armor.

You really didn't need any more prep at this point you were so wet.

And Thorn knew it, smirking lightly as he briefly slapped his cock against your pussy lips. You gasped and jerked a little.

Thorn leaned over you, the hard, cool plastoid of his chest plate just barely touching to your back. He braced himself on his elbow, curling his fingers towards your outstretched hand.

He nocked himself at your entrance.

You clung to his hand.

"Ready?" he murmured, a soft kiss being placed on the back of your head.

You smiled gently and sighed, "Ready."

Thorn speared into you. And promptly began to fuck you within an inch of your life.

Positioned like this, with Thorn practically mounting you, your legs and thighs pressed tight together, your back arched under him, you unable to do anything but writhe under the press of his armored weight, your pussy tight from the position and minimal foreplay, it was hard not to feel like you were already close to falling apart. Thorn thrust into you furiously, groaning deep into your ear each time you clenched and squeezed around him. You could barely make a sound, rendered silent by the stretch of Thorn's cock inside your walls. And the way he kept brushing over that spongy patch with each pass.

"Gonna fuck you so good, cyar'ika," Thorn groaned, gutturally, into your ear. "Gonna breed you so good. Gonna be so full. We're not stopping until I say, until I'm done. Gonna have the most pretty little swollen pussy, gonna be bred full, cyar'ika, gonna look so good..."

You gasped and choked, dizzy and clamoring for something... anything. Thorn lowered himself fully on top of you, his weight making you gasp and clench around him as his other hand gripped yours and held on tight. He continued to thrust, body glued to yours, his hips moving fiercely and his cock seeming to literally drag in and out of you. It was the most luscious, slick friction you'd ever experienced.

You could feel him pulsing inside you, and you were so close.

"Go on, cyar'ika," he whispered. He pressed his face into your temple, lips pursing against your skin into a kiss with every word. "Go ahead and cum. Cum so I can fill you up. Just like you wanted. Cum so I can breed you."

It was that word — breed, breed, breed — that sent you into a tailspin. And with a silent scream, your climax slammed into you.

He pumped unsteadily with each new wave of cum spurting out of him, and each new wave of warmth against your walls prolonged your own high. Heaving and clenching in what was the longest orgasm of your life, you milked Thorn for all he was worth.

There was a moment of calm.

Still pressed tight to your back, Thorn kissed your cheek tenderly and squeezed your hands reassuringly. His voice was quiet, but still dark and promising against your skin.

"Maybe you can call me 'daddy' next time."

Oh, you were so fucked.

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