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nicoline1998enilocin · 16 days

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On my knees for you || Part 1

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 2.2K

SUMMARY || Tony lets you know he's having a long and hard day at the office, so you decide to come over and relieve some of the tension he's been holding onto lately. It just won't be in the way he had expected you to do it.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar relationship. Established relationship. CEO!Tony Stark. Porn with a bit of plot.

SMUT || Semi-public sex. D/S undertones. Power exchange. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Degradation. Praise. Hair pulling. Nipple play. Hand job. Masturbation. Fingering. Oral (M receiving). Deepthroating. Cum swallowing.

A/N || This idea came to life after a comment my dear friend @ccbsrmsf1 made, and ever since then, I can't stop thinking about this story! Thank you so much for inspiring this and proofreading it! I love you 3.000 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @anyfandomkinkbingo || Wet dreams Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || Hand job Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Frosty || Nipple play

Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || "Is this a simulation?" Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Setting: On the floor Masterlist || @multifandom-flash Compliments || Like a God to me

GIF: @ccbsrmsf1 || All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist || Part 2

Today's an easy, relaxing day for you as you spend it in Tony's penthouse with your rescue kitten, Moon, while your boyfriend works in his office. Since you're staying with him during your days off, you're cleaning his apartment between taking care of Moon and his feedings, and when you're about to do some cleaning, you stumble upon some old photos of Tony.

"Look, it's your Daddy when he was in college. Wasn't he adorable back then?" you ask Moon, who's also looking at the photo. This man has aged like some of the finest wine there is, and you can't get enough of it, but you're quickly pulled from your thoughts when you get a text from Tony.

My Angel 💙 >> How are my favorite girl and our baby doing up there? I miss you two so much. Work is stressing me out to no end today... I want to be cuddled up with you two on the couch 🥺

As you read the message, you send a photo back to him. Moon, your rescue kitten, is perched on your shoulder, his soft fur tickling your cheek. You open the camera feature quickly, capturing the moment. You look at yourself and Moon before making a kissy face and a wink, too, and you snap a few photos to ensure the right one is in there somewhere.

"What do you think, Moon? Will Daddy like it when I send him a photo of us? I think he will!" you tell your kitten, who meows softly. You smile at his response before picking the perfect one - it shows off your cleavage perfectly as you're wearing a low-cut shirt and no bra, which Tony definitely will notice.

Sugar ❤️ >> We miss you too, Daddy ❤️

You send back the text attached with the photo, and not even seconds later, you get a few emojis of drooling faces back, and you know your plan worked. As you see his name on your screen, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, and a smile forms.

Since you and Tony became official, your love has only grown stronger. You find yourselves constantly texting each other, unable to express your love enough. The depth of your love is palpable, and now that you're living with him for a few days, you know you can get used to being here with him and your kitten all the time.

Just as you're about to put your phone away, an idea pops into your head, and you quickly look at his calendar to find out he has a free half-hour soon. Your smile grows as your heartbeat quickly picks up at the idea forming in your head, and you can't wait to surprise Tony and maybe relieve some stress simultaneously.

"What do you think? Are you going to nap for a bit? I'm going to surprise Daddy, but I'll be back before your next feeding," you tell Moon, and he meows in response. You smile at him before walking over to his favorite spot in the house—the little hammock on his cat tree—where you place him, and he immediately curls into a little black ball.

"Sleep well, my beautiful Moon," you whisper as you give a few more scratches. Before you know it, he's dozed off, so you can go and visit Tony now. To be safe, you turn on the baby monitor Tony installed, which will alert you if something is going on. However, he's a good sleeper, so you'll doubt anything will happen.

Before you go, you add a bit of mascara to your otherwise bare face, and after one last look in the mirror, you head towards the elevator, ready to meet Tony in his office. Clad in nothing more than a loose tank top, cut-off jean shorts, and a pair of low-top Converse, you make your way over, your panties already flooding with arousal at the thought of what you're about to do.

As you approach his office, you see his secretary is gone, so you knock on Tony's door, knowing you should only waltz in there if there's an emergency.

"Come in!" your boyfriend says from the other side of the door. Exhaustion is evident in his voice, as he has been working hard for days. Having you and Moon at his apartment gave him enough reasons to return sooner, but he still has a lot of work to take care of.

As you open the door, you're greeted by Tony looking through a pile of paperwork. You wish you had filmed the reaction on Tony's face as he saw you walk in, as it is priceless.

"Hi, Daddy," you say in a sing-song voice, and his head snaps up at you, a big smile instantly appearing on his face. Before he says anything, he lets his gaze wander down your body, and your perked nipples poking through the thin material of your tank top and the way your thighs clench to give a little relief don't go unnoticed by his expertly trained gaze.

Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you walk into his office. You close the door behind you and lock it before stepping in further. Tony could feel himself straining against the tight fabric of his pants, and it seemed like the temperature had shot up a few degrees with your arrival as well, as he loosened his tie.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes today, Sugar?" Tony asks with a deep voice, the vibration of it making your core burn even harder as your panties soak further. You approach him as he turns his chair to greet you, and you lean forward, your hands lying on the rests as you kiss his lips softly.

"I thought I'd visit my Daddy in his office because I can't stop thinking about you. I've been looking through some old photos of yours earlier, and I can't shake the thought that you're aging like a fine wine, and I want to get drunk on your taste," you whisper in his ear, making Tony moan softly.

As you pull back, you sink on your knees, and Tony gladly spreads his legs for you, giving you all the room you need to do whatever you have in mind. Seeing you with your big, round eyes, plump lips, rosy cheeks, and mischievous smile is the topic of many of his wet dreams, and he can't believe he's about to live through one of them.

You quickly loosen his pants, only to find his bare, hard cock already straining against it, as he's not wearing any underwear today - precisely the way you like it. As you pull it out of his pants, you revel in the flushed, red mushroom tip and the light blue veins running across the length of it. Your fingers barely wrap around it, and you usually struggle to take all of it in your mouth and throat, but that doesn't stop you from trying.

"You're such a naughty boy today, not wearing any underwear to work? I'd almost think you want people to know you're such an easy slut for me," you tut, and Tony groans as he throws his head back. His cock twitches in your hand at his words, and a bead of precum gathers at the tip as you squeeze softly.

"Is this a simulation?" Tony whispers to himself as he looks at the way you're kneeling between his spread legs, his cock looking huge in your small hand, your gaze hungry as you look at the monster you're holding. A devilish smile curls onto your features, and your gaze meets his.

"I don't know, but just in case it is, you should enjoy every last second of it, Daddy," you tell him, and he quickly nods. As you move your hand slowly up and down, you let the nails of your free hand glide over his inner thigh, and you can see the goosebumps forming on the bare skin of his stomach, where he lifted his shirt.

"Why don't you open your shirt for me and play with those beautiful, pink, sensitive nipples?" you ask Tony, and without answering, he immediately rips open his shirt, revealing his chiseled abdomen and broad chest, his nipples already perked at the sensation you're giving him.

As soon as his fingers make contact with his sensitive nipples, he moans, and his hips out into your hand, trying to seek more friction. His brain has already been reduced to nothing but a puddle of goo as you're working him over slowly, your hand twisting with every up-and-down motion. His moans are already uncontrolled, but when you free his balls, too, he moans your name loudly.

"That's it, let everyone know who's making you feel this good," you order, and he moans your name again, his eyes slipping shut as the pleasure almost becomes too much. You haven't even wrapped your soft lips around him yet, and he's already on the edge, making you preen on the inside.

"Look at me, Daddy. Look at me as I swallow your fucking cock," you order, and with a deep breath, he looks at you, the color of your irises wholly taken over by your pupils from pure lust, your free hand now between your legs to relieve some of the tension.

"Hmm, you're like a God to me," you praise him before leaning forward and taking his cock into your mouth. The salty taste of the precum and something undeniably Tony has you moaning around him, and your fingers are making quick work of your clit, as you revel in the power you're currently holding over your boyfriend.

Where Tony's hands were first squeezing his armrests tightly, he's now grabbing onto your hair, grabbing it into a makeshift ponytail before changing the rhythm to his liking. You hollow your cheeks as you take more and more of him into your mouth, your knees digging into the plush fabric of the carpet as you shift slightly.

"Feels so fucking good around my cock, Sugar. You're made to fuckin' suck me with that tight throat of yours," Tony growls as he ruts into your throat, and you swallow him deeper with every thrust, mascara running down your cheeks as he works himself deeper.

It doesn't take long for your nose to hit his pubic bone, and you are taking every last inch of him into your mouth and throat, Tony moaning appreciatively. Your fingers keep rubbing your clit to get the edge off, but not enough to push you over just yet.

"Hmm, touching your little sensitive button, aren't you? Gettin' so horny from sucking off your Daddy, you can't stay away from your clit?" he asks, and you try to shake your head with all your might, but it's difficult with the way he keeps fucking himself into your throat.

If he keeps this up, your mascara will run over your cheeks, making you look filthy, and drool will leak from the corners of your mouth as well.

"Couldn't even wait for her Daddy to come home, could you? Such a needy little girl for Daddy's cock," he tells you, and you moan around his length, making his head fall back in response. His orgasm is building rapidly, and with one last stroke, he keeps you on his cock as he cums, every last drop of it shooting down your throat, forcing you to swallow every last drop of it.

"Good fuckin' girl, now get up here and let Daddy finish you off too," he groans, and you do as he asks, though it's not as graceful as you would hope. His cock is softening between his thighs as you take your place on them, and without warning, Tony shoves his hand into your shorts, finding your soaked panties.

"That's it, cum on Daddy's fingers like a good little slut," he tells you, two of his fingers stretching your tight walls as you bounce up and down on them, and his thumb keeps playing with your sensitive little button. Your brows are knitted together, and with a loud moan of his name, you're writhing in his lap as he works you through your orgasm.

As you're coming down from your high, he pulls you close against his body, his warm hands soothing over your bare back underneath your shirt and your eyes falling shut. You both have a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow of what you have just done, and even though it left you wanting more, you're more than satisfied for now.

"I love you so much, Sugar; I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers in your ear, and the rosy tint on your cheeks had developed into a deep red blush when he was practically fucking your throat, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

"Love you too," you say with a raspy voice, and all too soon for your liking, it's time to go back to the penthouse. When you're both dressed and decent, Tony places a few more soft kisses on your lips before smacking your butt softly to let you go.

"You'd better be naked and ready when I'm done with work in an hour, Sugar, because I'm going to fucking ruin you when I'm home," Tony tells you, and you nod shyly before unlocking the door and slipping out of his office.

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herwritingartcowboy · 6 months

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Spending Autumn With The Twins

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character(s): Aether, Lumine, ft. Paimon

Warning(s): fluff, Twins being in love with reader and fighting for that love, Paimon,

Readers Gender: Gn

You all had your fun in summer but now it was time to relax and enjoy the autumn season. You had planed allot of things for all the four of you even the twins had ideas.

Yes you all traveled to Mondstadt to go look around and see all the beautiful leaves and take a nature walk. During those walks Lumine would hook her arm to yours and when you notice her cheeks turned pink and she just said, “So if anything happens I’ll be close to protect you”, which to you was very sweet. Aether soon did the same thing saying how, “We don’t want to get split up and lost so I wanna be close”, but they did have to let go cause Paimon wanted a turn and neither was gonna let the have this chance and to be fair for Paimon. You guys saw a bunch of leave so like any normal person would do you jumped in as leaves went everywhere and that started a whole thing in it’s self as you guys were throwing leaves everywhere

Than off to Fontaine where you all had wanted to try the delicious autumn themed treats. From sweets to drinks you all tried them all and as you were drinking your (drink choice) Aether asked if you wanted to try some of his drink as well where you took a sip from his cup and you offered yours and Lumine had watched as Aether drank where you had drank your cup, putting his lips where you just put yours and did the same for his cup. So after that Lumine had gotten a treat and asked if wanted a bite and when you were going to grab some Lumine was ready to feed you, you wanted to say no but she was giving you such a cute look.Hey both stopped when you and Paimon had a discussion on which treat was better almost starting a war, all in good fun

Then to Inazuma where you all decide to go see a pumpkin patch there. You had a competition on who can find the biggest pumpkin as you all looked around and it being a tie, said by Paimon. From there you all had wanted to paint and carve your pumpkins which you all did in Inazuma. As you were showing off your carving skills you couldn’t help but be jealous of both Aether and Lumine which you commented and both faves were growing red and when you turned to Paimon she was just painting all of you, which was adorable.

Now you all stopped at Liyue for the market place just to see if they have anything. It was nice cause you all went around looking at stuff and buying stuff. You even bought things for the twins and Paimon and asked if they all wanted a sleep over at your house. They agreed and from there you all stocked up on things for the slumber party in Liyue.

Once home you had asked if they can put on a little fashion show for you as you wanted to see the close they got and what you had gotten for them. They all proudly posed and showed off their clothes and were very moved by the clothes you gotten them as it really fit their style. And when it was your turn they all cheered as you showed off and when asked which outfit was better, by what Aether and Lumine had gotten you, you had to say. “Honestly I can’t decide you two are very good at picking out stuff for me”, and with that it was a tie.

During the sleep over you all had played games, tell stories, gossip, read books, and by night you all were tired. You had told the twins and Paimon to take your as would just use some blankets and make a little bed on your floor. With that you all argued from that you should take the bed and they take the floor, you sleep with one twin and the other is on the floor, then to Paimon takes the bed and you all sleep on the floor.

You all just agreed to try and sleep on the bed all together. That’s how you were left with ten twins curled up on each side with you and Paimon sleeping on your chest. Was it comfortable probably not, but would you rather be somewhere else maybe? But it was all washed away when you took a good look at everyone and just seeing how comfortable and happy they were if made you love autumn a bit more now.

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ceasarslegion · 21 days

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wait, now im really interested in the silica gel drama. how did hlrp sex ed lead to eating a gel packet?

This is going to require a novel's length of context.

To begin, I want to underline that this is not meant to be a callout post, and I will not be providing any identifying traits that could be used to single this person out. The most you will get out of that are she/her pronouns, and her age at the time this happened, which was years ago, and I will not specify what year. I genuinely do hope she got the help she needed after this, because LORD knows she needs it and didn't find it at home. This is also not meant to be a character assassination, nor should anybody who reads this post consider it to be a takedown of any sort, and if you try to find this person through me or any of our mutual friends, you will not be met with kind words. The only thing this is meant to be is a wild-ass story of some of the most off the wall experiences I personally had with this person from my specific side of the story, with a few no-username screenshots attached to prove I am not bullshitting you.

With that in mind, let's get started. This is going to be very long, so I'm throwing in a read more

Back when I was in uni, I joined a growing group of Half Life roleplay blogs. The whole idea of our group was that we each chose a character, canon or OC, and we would blog as if the pre-Black Mesa incident moment in the timeline was a workplace comedy a la The Office or Superstore. I played Barney, because I was already working night shift security at this point and thought it would be funny. Plus, it gave me something to do that wasn't staring at CCTV feeds all night tossing a ball against the wall. We played off of each other very well, yes-anding our way through funny little situations and plotlines we put together. At one point we had roleplayed enough that one of the scientist rpers created a discord server for us to talk as the actual people we are instead of through characters.

Great idea at the time. None of us saw the "Pandora's box" label on the tin before we opened it. Would I still join it if I knew what was about to transpire? Yes, because I met my boyfriend and many genuinely lovely friends through it. Would I hesitate for a second first, though, as the events that are about to transpire flashed before my eyes? Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.

We started off as many fandom servers do: chill for the most part, very loud minority of a few assholes who ruined it for the rest of us, but unlike most fandom servers, we actually won and it ended in them getting banned and the server itself surviving to this day. But the other two lunatics are not who you came here for. You want the christian lunatic.

Let's give her a nickname to make this easier. I have the Sylveon build a bear on my PC desk. Let's call her Syl.

Syl was not there for Half Life, she was there for Portal. She LOVED Portal, Half Life was just part of the same universe for her. Portal wasn't just a game for her, it was her entire personality. Which I didn't see much of an issue with at the time, because she said she was 15. Whatever, I thought; she'll learn to control her emotional attachment to things as she gets older. Syl also said that she was christian. I am a flaming atheist who doesn't even believe in the concept of a soul in comparison and I am NOT the biggest fan of christianity as an institution to put it mildly, but I'm not gonna like, be a dick to you for your personal religion if you are not a dick about my beliefs, so I didn't think much of it at the time.

It quickly became apparent that Syl looked up to me more than any of the other adults in the group the more I would talk about my life growing up as a third culture kid and moving out on my own at 19, working 2 jobs and going to a good university. She would ask me a lot about growing up and uni and moving out and yes, sex ed, and it became even more apparent that she didn't get any actual guidance from her parents or pastors or ANYBODY beyond bible studies and homeschooling, so I kinda stumbled into a mentorship role in her life. I wasn't cold, but I was aware of the age and maturity difference between us and established the appropriate boundaries with her and made it very clear that I am an internet friend, not an irl friend or an educator, but if no one else was going to give her information that wasn't actively harmful then fuck, I guess SOMEONE had to do it. I could not in good conscience watch some kid go through life with harmful inaccuracies about the world and basic human biology when I could have done something about it, y'know?

And the more things I taught her about the real world and how things actually work rather than how her republican bible-thumping rural town said they did, the more I realized she was born into a full-blown cult under the guise of a christian congregation. Oh goody, I had my work cut out for me. I will not get into the details of how messed up this group was because it will be a dead giveaway of where she lives and potentially who she is, but let's just say that one time I said that I appreciated the gesture of praying for me during a stressful week I was having but it didn't really do anything for my mental health because I was an atheist, and she sent me a bunch of bible verses begging me to start believing and said "I just don't want you to go to hell because you're so nice :((" EXCUSE ME??? Another time she said that death was only sad for non-christians because their loved ones were in hell and that proper christians deaths were a good thing because they were in heaven now. Hi, that's the most insensitive death cult shit I've ever heard in my goddamn life.

Okay, set up is done. All of these details will tie in like the world's worst reboot of Pulp Fiction, I prommy.

After a good long while learning about the world from me (which like... a uni kid working night shift security is not exactly an academic source but we take what we can get) and exposure to viewpoints outside of her in-group, Syl began that very painful journey of realizing that what the cult taught you was a lie. Except that she just wasn't grasping that unlearning things was an active process. She started to flip to the opposite side very quickly, but kept all the fundamental brainwashing of the cult that raised her. The concepts were all the same, just slapped a different label on them. This created a noticeable pull between two sides of the same personality: the cult personality, and the person beyond the cult who wanted to break free. Mix that with how fucking 15 years old every 15 year old is, and you have a LETHAL concoction just waiting to blow up at the first sign of a spark.

Remember how I said that Portal was her whole personality? Syl decided that she wanted to be a scientist, and go into an ivy league program like I was in (I was in a SOCIAL science, but sure). Problem was, she didn't have the grades or the ambition, really. I had told her that I still got into an ivy league when I failed math in high school, and she seemed to completely miss the part where I said that I also joined every extra-curricular, then worked for 2 gap years for recognized institutions, and wrote an essay about why my math grade is not relevant to my program. I did it with one bad grade, so she was justified in basically just slacking off and then excusing it with "but its haaarrrdd" when we'd tell her she needs to put the fucking work in NOW if that's what she wants to do.

It quickly derailed from here. Not only was she going to be a scientist, she was going to be like Cave Johnson. And she was going to... replace her body with robot parts so she could be like glados. I don't... think she actually knew what science is, because she would just publically fantasize about running unethical experiments on people in the name of "science," and talk about how one day she wants to basically establish aperture labs for real. All of us who were there kind of agree that we don't think she was joking based on what we knew about her and the cadence of her tone. Here's something she said at the time to give you an idea of what direction she was nosediving in:

This was after a session with her therapist where said therapist said that she definitely has some kind of personality disorder, after which she was weirdly proud of having one and treated it like a badge of honour.

Syl then made a separate group chat for all the best friends she made on the server. There was her, me, @false-pyre, and @imtheaura. She titled it "My Family," despite the fact that we were all adults and she was 15 and she only knew us over a discord half life server where one person in it stepped up to somewhat equip her for real life outside of a cult. Regardless though that GC was more the vibe of a group of friends sharing memes and chatting about the day than the wider server was at the time. The others began to also take on a sort of mentorship role towards her as well, because that's kind of inevitable when you get someone talking about teenager problems in a room full of adults who all made the same mistakes before in their own lives. Well, minus the cult.

And remember how I said that she didn't unlearn any of the cult shit? Well, there was a lot of proselytizing. She decided she wasn't christian for a spell, but still wanted us and everyone to know that jesus was the lord and savior and we had to accept him or we'd burn in hell. Usually said after we'd make some joke about satan being daddy or declaring ourselves god instead, because that is just the type of humor the others and i have with each other. She took it so personally whenever one of us would go "oh my god" "you called?" it was fucking annoying. I lost count of the amount of lectures she gave us, all of which I'd shut down and tell her to get a grip about because I have a big stupid mouth.

The others and I also like to talk about evolution, and speculate about where we're going from here. My fucking god, did she not like that. She bit our heads off about how evolution isn't real and god made everyone as we are and there's no scientific evidence or whatever the hell. Like yeah good luck getting into STEM with that mindset. Whenever we pointed out that she was objectively wrong about that, she'd have a big stupid meltdown about how much we're slandering god and how jesus died for us and we're spitting in his face or whatever. He should spit in MY face inste-*GUNSHOT*

Eventually, we were making some actual progress with her. She was still one fry short of a happy meal and going off about how much she wanted to put living subjects in test tubes in between knocking on our doors and reciting Hello from the Book of Mormon musical, but we were getting somewhere. And then she went back to in person school, and her favourite teacher got fired.

The schoolboard did not say why she got fired, but we all had our suspicions that it was because she openly supported queer rights in a cult town. She was coincidentally retired shortly after making a declaration that queer people are still welcome in god's kingdom. This teacher was the first in person adult Syl had for guidance, so that incident shook her to her core, and she fell right back into the extremism. Hook, line, and sinker, even more extreme than before.

She was WEIRD that week, man. Suddenly everything was about how great god was, how amazing jesus was. Suddenly she understood why her cult member parents "just wanted to protect her" from gay characters on disney+ originals. Suddenly no one could say "jesus christ lol" around her or she'd have a fit. I said "I hate cycle counts lmao i wanna kms" because my then-job (I had graduated at this point) made me do inventory management spontaneously and wouldn't let me go home until I had counted every product in the store, and she bit my head off accusing me of turning suicide into a joke.

It was that incident that made us tell her to knock it off already, that we understood it was a hard week for her and she was in a period of grief, but that is no excuse for how she had been acting towards everyone around her that wasnt christian, and that she was actively relapsing. I'll let the exchange speak for itself:

So uh. After years of helping Syl through this she goes and pulls this bullshit. And then has the fucking AUDACITY to act like nothing ever happened in the wider server. I am genuinely gobsmacked by the balls on her to act like it was all sunshine and rainbows in the wider server after sending this and immediately leaving the same GC SHE made and titled "My Family" just because we told her to stop acting like a goddamn Jonestown citizen after all the work we'd put in to get her out of that mentality at this point.

So I dragged her up in front of everyone and essentially said "no, nuh uh, you don't get to say that shit to the people who have lost sleep and asked for nothing in return trying to help you escape a cult over the last 2 years and then act like we're all buddy buddy to everybody else. You don't get to be that arrogant and self-righteous without any consequences. I don't give a fuck how young you are, you DON'T treat the people who have helped you this much like that, you selfish little shit. How dare you treat us like this after all we've done for you over the years."

Unfortunately, no one involved had surviving screenshots of this, but they can back me up on it if they so choose. And oh boy, DID she face the consequences of her own actions. The whole server basically turned their heads and went "what the FUCK is wrong with you, Syl??" and asked her to at least like, apologize. She proceeded to double down with the added audacity of "you guys taught me how to establish healthy boundaries, that's all I'm doing right now :(( oh woe is me :(((" like WOW, okay. Someone's really going for the persecution complex.

Here's her last goodbye to us all before the mass block fest occured:

Oh, boohoo. You're so hard done by. You spat in the faces of everyone who stayed up all night multiple times helping you through crises and spent the last 2 years teaching you about how the world really worked and then they asked you to apologize after you tried to escape accountability. You truly are god's strongest soldier, the most persecuted minority in the world. Let me play you an ode to how righteous and holy you are and how this was the most important hill to sacrifice all your outsider friendships on on the world's smallest violin.

Syl then went on to post on her roleplay blog that she "was banned because I spoke up for what was right, and they didn't like that" before deleting it. Truly no one has suffered as much as you.

Anyway, the day after that went down, I called in from work, bought this book, and read the whole thing purely out of spite:

It was greatly therapeutic. After that incident, I vowed to never sanitize my own atheistic beliefs for the benefit of others again. If they don't like them, they don't have to talk to me. But I am not changing them for other people or keeping them quiet just to spare your feelings anymore, I have as much a right to my beliefs as anyone else does, including the world's most persecuted minority here.

And well, the silica gel incident?

There was one incident, during the height of Syl's "I am the irl cave johnson and only want to get into STEM to conduct unethical experiments on people. follow jesus" era, the rest of us were joking about how silica gel packets are the ultimate forbidden snack, and said "haha would eating it make you see shrimp colours" knowing full well it can kill you.

Syl proceeded to actually eat a silica gel packet and then send in "it has a sandy texture and tastes bad" prompting the rest of us to go "WE WERE FUCKING JOKING FIND YOUR POISON CONTROL HOTLINE RIGHT NOW"

And because i didnt get this done until now, I'll tag everyone who said they wanted to read this or expressed interest: @captainjonnitkessler @formydarlingtoread @cra-zwizard @chasingnightrainbows

#ramblings #what do i even tag this

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phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings · 7 months

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Pumpkin

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Pairings: James Potter/GN!Reader

Characters: James Potter, Remus Lupin

Summary: Spending the day with your friends, James decides to take photos of you with your camera.

No pronouns used for reader

This is a short one-shot.

Notes: This was written for Flufftober 2023’s Day 20 prompt: Pumpkins. @flufftober

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You and James had decided to spend the day with your friends at a pumpkin patch but as they did sometimes, they wandered off. Neither of you minded since both of you were still there and you could just enjoy spending time with each other.

Thats when you came up with an idea, “why don’t we take photos of each other while we’re here? When one of the others comes back, maybe they can take photos of us together.”

He looked around and you started to feel like your idea wasn’t very good. Until he responded with, “Give me your camera. I’m going to take photos of you first.”

You smiled at him so brightly and he directed you to different places and took some photos of you. Sometimes you felt silly but he just kept encouraging you to keep going and made you feel amazing. You walked over to get the camera from him when he kissed you. You froze and when he pulled back, you stared at him and when he opened his mouth to speak, you stopped him by kissing you back.

When your friends returned, they congratulated you on finally getting together. Remus took your camera from James and as James kissed you again, he snapped a photo of it.

When you got home, you looked at all the photos he took; some were taken when the two of you were walking around finding the next spot for him to take a photo, some were sitting with the pumpkins. The one you loved the most though, was the one just after you kissed. You didn’t even know Remus had taken it, was where both of you had just pulled back from the kiss and you could see how much James adored you in the way he looked at you.

#harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #fluff #james potter #james potter fanfiction #james potter fluff #james potter x reader

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checkitoutmikey · 1 year

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TLB challenge: messed up kinks edition

tlb fandom! i have a challenge for you! let’s giggle together like a bunch of schoolgirls and tell each other about what kinks the boys have

and by that I mean the most disgusting barely-sex-related stuff your our dirty little minds can come up with.. the stuff not even the lost boys would think about practising in real life, or confessing to other boys

dont be shy. im gonna go first kay?

Warning: NSFW

David

Medical play:

We all know David loves control. Physically restraining, bondage, dom/sub good time and all that stuff. But sometimes he thinks about taking that to whole another level. David really likes the idea of actually controlling someone‘s body. A person strapped to gyno chair, their legs spread wide with no chance of getting out of the binds, now that’s a scene he could get into. Giving the person pleasure and pain.

Literally controlling their body’s fuctions. Putting them to sleep with drugs. Using urethral sounds and catheter to stop them from emptying their bladder or making them pee when he decides.

And when a person really misbehaves? Nothing like severing some tendons to teach them a lesson.

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Dwayne

Maiesiophilia (yes, it has a name):

We all know Dwayne has breeding kink. But really deep deep inside his mind this kink turns into something much darker.

He enjoyes when a person is close to the end of pregnancy. The discomfort that comes with it. The joint pain, muscle pain, difficulty with sleeping, false contractions.

He gets off on the idea that the person who wishes to have a child needs to go through all that hell. Including the birth itself. Seeing a person going through a worst pain imaginable because they wanted their little baby more than they feared the whole process is doing something to him.

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Marko

Cannibalism:

Yep. Just straight up cannibalism.

He’s a beast in man’s body. It’s normal for all lost boys to take a sip when they are fucking some rando but with Marko it can be so much more horrifying. Because let’s be honest, he’s the most sadistic out of the entire pack and if the rest of them didn’t hold him back, there would be many more corpses killed in much more gruesome manner.

But sometimes he thinks about it. With someone who is really hot and they have amazing sex, but it doesn’t seem to scratch the itch. He doesn’t want to just fuck them, or taste them. He wants to posses them. Take them apart and keep them with him forever. Devouring parts of their bodies is a nice compromise.

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Paul

Dollification:

He just wants a doll, that’s it.

Just a pretty little thing to keep in his nest. Cute and quite. Something that doesn’t talk much. No need for it to move either. In fact, if it behaves like a proper doll, he might even take care of it. Keep it alive for a while.

He would use drugs and his mind powers to achieve this. Just scoop some poor soul from the boardwalk, put it in a nice dress and keep it. Sometimes to just look at it’s pretty face. Or cuddle it. Feed it.

He would get rid off it before it died. Suprisingly he doesn’t like the stench of rotting flesh.

and i’m tagging these brave souls, let’s see how messed up we can get here: @luv4fandoms, @misslavenderlady, @ghoulgeousimmaculate, @maskofmirrors, @prettywhenibleed, @6lostgirl6, @auntvamp, @sadlostgirl

#... i need a therapist #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #Enaris brain goes brrrrrr

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(I apologize in advance I didn’t have the energy to type my thoughts so I used dictation and tried to edit as best I could. Also I’m so sorry for the length haha)

I know the fandom has been theorizing the fears being based off of desire Since like the second or third episode if not the first, so I might be behind on the game, but the latest episode really just had all of this click for me and all of the implications of what the entities being based off of desires mean, and I think Jon and Martin are permanently facets of the fears now and have fundamentally changed how they function.

I know we’ve all kind of been like “how the fuck are Jon, Martin, and Jonah (I’m assuming it’s Jonah) in the computer” and at first, I thought that maybe they got transported through the somewhere else and maybe they grabbed Jonah somehow when they did so or one of the entities gravitated towards Jonah in the TMAGP universe. Up until this point, I vaguely assumed that the Jon and Martin that are in Freddie are our Jon and Martin (Jonah being from protocol universe), now I’m heavily leaning towards Jon and Martin might not actually be in the computers. It could also be that our Jon and Martin grabbed this universe’s version of all three voices to use.

in the latest statement, needle guy (I can’t remember name, very excited for him to come back at some point) was talking about how he feeds off of the fear of his victims but also he knows that what he does is out of genuine love, and that he wants to cuddle and be with his victim. And thinking about how all of the previous statements functioned and how a lot of them did include some fear, but it was a lot of love and desire that really took centerstage over any true torture or horrid end.

And that got me thinking about the series one finale. The whole reason Jon was able to get through the Apocalypse was through his love for Martin. Jon and Martin got through everything the fears threw at them through their love and their devotion and their desire to try and fix things. And now desire and love is one of the core aspects of how these entities feed and commit and spread their terror. Jon and Martin fundamentally changed how the fears functioned through their love specifically. The fears were released into the Multiverse through their act of love, and through that sacrifice and the fact that Martin was so devoted to Jon and loved Jon so thoroughly that he would be betraying himself to do what he asked of him.

So yea I think Jon and Martin are fundamentally tied into the fear entity now. They were taken from their universe and transported to the somewhere else through their deaths, and became facets of the fear entities, and changed them so completely (the fears also probably effecting Jon and Martin like S5 Jon was acting in return). Maybe even the entities aren’t against one another they work with each other more now they’re more intelligent. All the statements as of late the fears have felt more targeted they it feels more intelligent. It feels like it has the same thought behind it as the web did. I had a really hard time with the violin statement because a lot of its aspect kind of gave Web vibes, but it ended up being more towards slaughter or voyeurism.

Even with needle guy, he is a mixture of so many different fears. And the way he was talking about his love, and how he was talking about his victim really reminded me of how Jon and Martin felt but in a really fucked up avatar way, which is really what led me to these thoughts. It feels like they’re really all mixed together and it’s all connected through a love or desire, and it has that obsession twisted. Sometimes it does more good for the victim than it does bad, but also still has that tinge of darkness.

I genuinely have no idea if the fears will even function in the same way that we know them. Because already they feel kind of familiar but also it’s really hard to pinpoint one specific fear for each statement. I think it really became more like colors through their tampering, and instead of hating each other they loved each other and they actively tried to blend with each other when given an opportunity to.

So yeah, I’m really excited for less animalistic fears and way more thought out and malicious shit happening across the board. I still don’t fucking know how they’re in the computer but also part of me feels like they’re not in the computer, but also the computers definitely have some kind of personality that is reminiscent of the original Jon and Martin so I have no fucking clue. Alice talking to the computer like Martin talks to the tape recorders is genuinely a significant plot point I feel and I guess we just have to sit and wait to figure out how this all plays out because we’re literally only at episode six lol.

(on a sidenote, while writing this, I also had the thought that maybe the watcher crown is still in effect, and that Jon and Martin do still have a slight bit of control over the fears and that’s why it feels intelligent? I definitely don’t think it’s the Jon and Martin we know I feel like they are beyond their original consciousness lol. But there’s still that little bit of humanity in them I guess. Like their version of morals is heavily influenced by the fears view of reality, but also, they still have a bit of their original thought process, and so that all mixed together kind of has this more benevolent, yet still malicious version of the entity. Like a monkeys paw almost. Chester and Noris could be the original subconscious of Jon and Martin that is a byproduct of their power over the entity and the reason Jonah is there is because of their strong emotional connection/recognition right before the merge which caused this reality’s Jonah who is probably just as connected to the watcher as he was in our series to become forcefully put into the computer or something)

On a second less long tangent, I love how we were wishy-washy about maybe the entities being about desire, and then Jonny decided in this latest episode to bash us over the head with “ITS ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FEAR” lol

#tmagp theory #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp ep 6

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If you were one of the writers of the show , how will you write Aegon's character? His development, his bond with his dragon, relationship with his children, wife, siblings etc...

Like how he will be from his childhood to his adulthood + how he will be as a king and how he will become after the war...

Like you free to not use Tom's interpretation or Sara+ryan's interpretation if you don't want to.

I'm interested to know how will you write F&B Aegon and i hope you write it in details if you have time because i love reading your ideas.

What a monumental ask, thank you! This character has had such a hold on me; I can feel the potential radiating off this combination of screen + page. I ranted in the past about how I disagree with the choices they made with him, but they did endow him with an exasperating capacity for greatness, a lot of it thanks to TGC's interpretation.

I do think that Aegon could have been one of the most memorable ASOIAF characters and one of the most thrilling explorations of kinghood. I am not referring to people's already-cemented views of him; I am speaking of building the most compelling version of this character possible within the basic narrative of FB, beyond any fandom sectarian lines. Basically, what I'd like to do with these raw materials is to construct a character that people will love, but that they would find very, very uncomfortable, in a prickling-beneath-the-skin type of way.

I am also well aware that this will start to diverge wildly from canon, so don't feel compelled to point that out. I know already. This is going to get very, very self-indulgent since that was the nature of the ask.

Trigger warning for everything. Needless to say, I'm not writing a wholesome script here.

So let's turn him into this generation's Commodus.

This will mostly be imagery and vibes, because I don't have a lot of plot point thought out.

Some of the descriptive tags I use something when referring to green family dynamics are those of #an incestuous autophagous family gradually violating every boundary until every kind of social role leeches into the next #collapsing onto itself in psychosexual neurosis. Sound very pretentious, I know, but it's basically this idea of House Targaryen retreating within its family unit as a result of trauma, but ending in a process of cannibalization. I would have Aegon be the main exponent of this type of breakdown. So I will usually choose the most fucked-up option whenever possible, but I'd focus mostly on innuendo & psychological fuckery, rather than anything more graphic. I mean, this is a TV show, still.

Consequently, one of the readings that I find the most disturbing (and entertaining) is that of Aegon wanting to crawl back inside Alicent's womb, to revert to that pre-birth state in which they weren't separated, they were still one whole and whatever particles of him lived inside Alicent were safe and warm and protected. I am going to link to a few posts I made that describe this type family dynamic (1, 2, 3, 4, 5). This is pretty intense, granted, but imagine if there were a TV show that had the balls to implement this kind of dynamic. I mean, if you can't realise it within ASOIAF-verse, then where?

So I would have Aegon mirror Alicent in the way that she's trying to keep her family together. Aegon craves his family, he wants to feed off of them and wants them to feed off him. He wants them all to collapse into each other back to that original state of being physical parts of Alicent in a far-away time that coincides with Alicent's girlhood. It's often said in meta that Cersei views her children as extensions of herself. I want the opposite for Aegon, our most self-aware, fourth-wall-breaking character: I want him to know that he is an extension of Alicent. This will only become apparent to the viewer later, because we start in a completely different way.

I'd say that this could work very well, because on screen Alicent & Aegon look a lot alike. The casting directions really pulled through here. Alicent seems to communicate often through touch - she will anxiously grab at whomever she's talking to or she will engage in self-soothing gestures. I'd have Aegon inherit that from his mother, that need to physically connect with his family. He'd like them to hug him, but they don't initiate, so he grabs at them to stop them from leaving or just so he could feel them. In one of these scenes, I'd have him look wistfully at her and say some creepy melancholic shit about how they have the same face. "If you were a man, you'd be me." (IF I WERE A MAN, I'D BE JAIME - IF I WERE A WOMAN, I'D BE CERSEI - you get it. We're running with this).

Similarly, I would have Aegon willing & eager to accept violence from his family as an act of love. As long as his mother slaps him, it means that she loves him, it means that she cares, it means that she deigns to touch him. She can do it in public or in court & he won't react other than being weepy. (fans love this anyway, he's never beating the pathetic wet rat allegations) I'd also give Ser Criston the privilege of knocking Aegon about. Heck, the entire Kingsguard (those who did not desert, at least, because it means they are truly loyal to him). I want to toy with the idea of the trappings of kinghood - the king doesn't have absolute powers, he is a prisoner in his own right OR does he just choose to give them up and be pushed about for whatever reason? I want the viewer not to know what Aegon is going to do, whether he will pull rank or whether he will submit.

For Aemond, I've already provided a few links above on how I'd portray their relationship. With Daeron, I'd have him be ecstatic - finally, someone who doesn't look at him with disgust & disappointment! (Mostly because Daeron has been away for a long time and hasn't had time to be disappointed by Aegon, but, oh, well) Finally someone who will withstand his hugs! I'd have Aegon be very caring-big-brother like.

With Helaena, I'd give him a better relationship, because it's just more interesting to me than to have him another awful targhusband. Aegon is not someone who has a lot of patience, but for Helaena, he could channel Alicent sometimes (IF I WERE A WOMAN I'D BE MY MOTHER) and get through to her.

I've already spoken to death on the issue of their children - the most interesting and toxic option for me is if none of them know who fathered them, but they do not care. Sometimes they wonder, but as a curiosity. The children belong to all of them. They are all Alicent's, anyway. She made them all via parthenogenesis. (this is a joke lol). Feel free to disagree with this, I do not care; make your own AU.

I would also age them up, frankly, because it's ridiculous for teenagers to be doing all of these things anyway. I'd have them be in their early twenties - with Alicent maybe around 38? That's still young, before any of you gets their knickers in a twist. So maybe another 10-year time jump after the eye incident.

I've already written a post on what I'd change about Season 1, but I'll add a few more indulgent changes.

I would give baby!Aegon the white hart symbolism just to fuck with Rhaenyra.

I do like Ty Tennant's Aegon and wouldn't change much about him, except give him more things to do. If I could add an extra episode between "We Light The Way" and "The Princess and The Queen", I'd fill it up mostly with interactions between all of the children. Jace, Luke, Aegon, Helaena, Aemond & Daeron. Have them do stuff separately and together. Show more of Aemond being bullied, but also have Aegon rope his siblings into some silly adventure. Show them how to navigate the secret tunnels. Convince them to sneak out into the city. Do something cute with them, so it's not all doom & gloom.

I would portray young Aegon as someone who is naturally talented but doesn't apply himself. That annoying instinctually smart kid that never does his homework but somehow coasts by. Have his peers be annoyed at this and view him as an arrogant twerp. Make him an arrogant twerp, so it's not just an opinion.

One thing that I haven't really seen discussed all that much is the effect Viserys' illness might have on Aegon. He sees the throne cut his father and infect him to such a degree he becomes a walking husk of a man. He thinks, he knows that one day that will be him. If "all goes well", he will have to sit the Iron Throne and become infected and diseased like that. (This is false, but we'll only realise later. The throne will never cut Aegon. It will hurt him in different ways).

His father doesn't care for him anyway, so Aegon subconsciously rejects all this. He needs constant stimulation to take his mind off this gruesome fate. I would give him Prince Hal energy. Mingling with the common people, bawdy, rude, whoring & drinking his liver out. Perhaps by doing all this, he believes he will disqualify himself from the position? Or that no one would be so mad as to place him on the throne. We could have some fun by showing him getting into street fights over the dumbest shit. Just behaving like a general rapscallion. Yes, I would cut the rape and the child fighting rinks. 🤦‍♀️

I would like to develop his relationship with Rhaenyra somehow. When he's older, maybe entertain the idea of him having the same attitude towards Rhaenyra as Aemond has towards him - jealousy, viewing her as depositing all of father's love, despite her not doing anything to "earn" it. In effect, she is being just as irresponsible as he is, only that she's passing her bastards off ahead of him in the line of succession, while he's drinking and whoring. Yet, he is the only one being looked down upon.

I'd make both Aegon and Sunfyre have a soft spot for children in general. It's a surefire way to get the audience on your side. Show him playing with his own children and being goofy with them.

Blood & Cheese is a very good opportunity to delevop deranged! Aegon. Maybe have him torture and kill Blood himself. In the books, he orders every ratcatcher to be hanged. This can go as dark as you like. If you're really feeling lugubrious, he could kill them himself, one by one (???) Show him in his unhinged era, but also show him comforting his sister and mother. I wouldn't be framing him heroically here; he is turning into a villain. I'd show his family a little wary of him, like all this revenge action is getting too much. Aegon looks back at them and doesn't understand why they're being cagey - this is all for their protection and dignity, don't they see?

I have this idea of a scene of him delegating Crown business to Alicent: open court day, she is hearing petitions. Aegon insists that she be the one sitting the throne that day, not Otto. This image of him waltzing into the throne room, splattered in blood from one of his "interrogation" sessions, the whole proceedings stop, everyone bows down to greet him, Alicent starts getting up from the throne, Aegon says there's no need. His mother is the steward of the Crown. He stands there looking on in fascination as she dispenses justice, because it gets his rocks off to see her wield his power. Have him smirking at people as if to say "this is my power trip as well". I'd also include ambiguous cues that would make fans write essays upon essays on the fucked-up implications. So, for example, I'd have people address Alicent as "The Queen", not the Queen Mother or Queen Alicent or the Dowager Queen, while Helaena would be Queen Helaena. No shade to Helaena - I just think it's a lot more messy this way. I'd like to emphasize how she is the boss of them - the King is just there to be a sovereignty-donor.

I would change a lot of things about the military aspect of the war, so to speak. I would make things more even, not give Rhaenyra so many allies because it makes more sense. No ridiculous Lads army and I'd probably render Cregan Stark irrelevant by the time he decides to march down south. I'd also like Aegon to participate in more battles in his own war. So I would not give him Anakin Skywalker-level injuries after Rook's Rest. There's the southern front with the battles of Tumbleton, there's the western front where the Greyjoy fleet is attacking the Lannisters... IDK. I feel like we could give him more to do in this regard. I have this image of him maybe fighting alongside Daeron, getting injured and Daeron enforcing a shield circle around him to get him to safety. Whenever he is injured and bedridden, I'd turn him into a wet-eyed rabbit crying for his mummy. In relation to Aegon, the audience should feel like they want to push him down the stairs, nurse him back to health, then push him down the stairs again.

When he gets smuggled out to Dragonstone, I need him to use all of his car saleman skills and convince the people of Dragonstone to side with him. This should be Aegon at peak politician. Make the commonfolk start believing in his cause. I'd frame him like a cult leader here for shits and giggles. Maybe introduce some comedic moments to lighten the mood a bit. I'd like to parallel injured!Aegon to injured!Sunfyre somehow. Aegon craves affection and so does Sunfyre. Headcanons here and here.

Getting injured by Morning would be the final straw for Aegon. My idea is for Rhaenyra to take Alicent as a hostage when she flees to King's Landing and have Alicent witness Rhaenyra's demise. Have her beg Aegon for mercy, while he remains cold-blooded. This is her son, her baby boy, the one time he decides to disobey her and not heed her advice is when he decides to kill her soulmate. He holds her tenderly while she sobs and fights to get to Sunfyre. (If I were a man, I'd be Aegon).

This is where we can play with crazy, off-his-rocker Aegon. He wants to behead Baela and needs to be calmed down. He oscillated between wanting to kill Aegon III, geld him, send him to the Wall or cut his ear off. He breaks down thinking of his dead brothers. He keeps at Sunfyre's side all times and weeps bitterly as his dragon dies. He is a river of tears and they don't stop flowing. When Sunfyre finally dies, Aegon orders his bones be transported to KL and placed in his chambers.

He takes his mother and goes back to KL where his daughter is. It's time for demented girl dad Aegon! He keeps Jaehaera with him at all times, while dispensing punishments that oscillate between fair and cruel. He has no mercy for the Shepherd's lambs or pretender kings. He is the King. He keeps Jaehaera on his lap, reads to her, plays with her, entertains her child-like trains of thought. Sometimes he asks her how intense should the punishments for traitors be. (I would not make her "simple" in this re-telling, jesus christ).

Alicent advises him to marry her to Aegon III, so as to unite the two rival claims. Aegon refuses. My daughter is the rightful heir / I will not have Rhaenyra's blood dirtying my throne / Andal Law states that a daughter comes before an uncle, isn't that what you taught me all my life?? He knows that this is the best compromise, so as to avoid another future succession crisis, but he just can't bring himself to do it. He pleads with Alicent, tells her he'll sire another boy on Cassandra Baratheon. He'll fix this. Only the best for his sweet little girl. He'll create a proper husband for Jaehaera, just like his mother created the best wife for him with Helaena. Alicent nods and agrees, but doesn't hope that the future will be so simple for them anymore. "Very well, but until that son is born, why don't you betroth them, just in case". Aegon concedes.

Life is not really that great for Aegon at this stage. He is in a lot of pain, prone to bouts of weeping when he remembers his dead family members and dead dragon. He tries to comfort himself thinking of Cassandra and how he plans on claiming another dragon or hatching an egg (he's never been a hatcher, none of them were). That keeps him going for a few more days/weeks. Eventually, he realises that he cannot keep living this half-life, suffocating with this agonizing need for his siblings and dragon. He will tell his mother and daughter that his love for them is enduring and drink the poison himself.

Alicent marries Jaehaera to Aegon in the world's most depressing funerary wedding. They are all she has left - a girl who looks like her children (and her) and a boy who looks like Rhaenyra (rhaenicent reborn!). I would end the story like PRINCESS Shireen said: "two scared children spouting oaths they didn't understand, all that was left of the mighty House Targaryen".

I would end the series with the image of Queen Regent Alicent of House Hightower, hearing petitions, sitting on the Iron Throne, where her son placed her. The throne never cuts her. It hurts her in different ways. She is so young, still. Young forever. The children look like her children.

#aegon ii targaryen #SPOILER ALERT: JAEHAERA LIVES #ryan condal call me 🤙#this has been so rambly sorry #do not read if you're not into wild AUs with a green bias #i probably missed a lot of things but these are all my (disjointed) thoughts for now #hotd fic

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s-creations · 10 months

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Copy - Mario & Rabbids Fanfic Story

Rabbid Mario was a lot of things. Brash. Impulsive. A show-off.

He, however, was not Mario. They just share the name.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms, Mario & Rabbids Rating: General Audience Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Rabbid Mario & Rabbid Luigi (Mario & Rabbids) Tags: Rabbid Mario learns a lesson, Rabbid Mario's a show off, Rabbid Rosalina knows what's up.

Besides the shared name and semi-similar fashion, there wasn’t much shared between Mario and Rabbid Mario.

Mario was in every way a hero. Kind, caring, more than willing to help everyone who needed it. Bubbly and personable, anyone could approach him with any concerns and not feel judged. It was rare to see him angry. Even then, it was more frustration than true anger.

Rabbid Mario was a show off. But, when one’s amazing as he is, what else was he supposed to do? Just stand there? Absolutely not. He was a smooth talker that really only moved if it was absolutely necessary. He had two moods, boast about his skills or disgruntled. Rabbid Mario was pretty sure he only held the title of ‘hero’ because of the crazy merging incident.

It also didn’t help that people just assumed he was like Mario because of his name.

The other major part that was a sore topic was Mario’s second title that he wore with pride. More so than his role of being a hero. If asked directly, the red-cladded human would say his favorite job was being Luigi’s brother.

It wasn’t hard to see that both brothers loved each other. But Mario was definitely the vocal of the two. Always touting about how great his little brother was. How proud he was. How Luigi was the best at gardening, baking, ghost-hunting. Even when asked point blank how Luigi was acting as a hero, as everyone knew of his timid nature.

Mario would just beam and reply with, “There’s no one else I would want by my side.”

With how vocal the human was, it gave a few people the wrong idea about Rabbid Mario.

Mainly coming from Rabbid Luigi. Who eagerly thought they were brothers now.

Something to keep in mind was that Rabbids weren’t really ‘related’. There were no parents, siblings, cousins, nothing of the sort. They all just exist together with a few more popping up at random. Truthfully, no one would know where these new numbers came from. They would just…pop up.

Bottom line, there was no reason for Rabbid Luigi to be determined that he and Rabbid Mario were brothers.

“You’re crazy.” Rabbid Mario grumbled.

“We’re all crazy! It’s what we do!” was Rabbid Luigi’s reply, “Come on, we already have the names.”

“And that’s it, just the names, nothing else. You don’t see me pining after Rabbid Peach.”

“Like you could afford me.” Rabbid Peach said as she casually scrolled through the feed on her phone.

“Why are you so against this?” Rabbid Luigi pouted (actually pouted) with wide, begging eyes.

Which only caused Rabbid Peach to scoff and Rabbid Mario to roll his eyes. “One, we don’t do that. And two, you’re annoying. And three, I don’t want to be your brother. I’m not Mario.”

“You’re so mean…”

Rabbid Mario just rolled his eyes again and walked off.

In all honesty, what it all came down to was the fact that he didn’t want to drag him down. Mario clearly leaned on his friends and family to help. Which wasn’t a bad thing. But Rabbid Mario was a solo player who liked to call the shots.

And definitely not the fact that he wanted even more comparison to the human.

Rabbid Luigi was the opposite of what Rabbid Mario was trying to achieve. The green dressed Rabbid was childish, loud, and always in your face. He was running off at a moment's notice and didn’t seem to know when to shut up.

Rabbid Mario liked to show off, sure, but the other was just too much. Rabbid Mario wanted to give off an air of ease and not eagerness. Which was not Rabbid Luigi’s personality.

He’d hope that the conversation would have been enough to deter Rabbid Luigi from the idea.

It didn’t.

In fact, the hope became worse with the recent issue. Having to save the entire universe from this Cursa. Which allowed the strong bond between Mario and Luigi to be on full display for the group to see.

Before, when it was rushing around the chaotic Mushroom Kingdom, there wasn’t much down time. No moment to observe anything. It was either constant moving or sleeping. Really no in between.

Now they were traveling between different parts of the galaxy in a very luxurious but rather small space ship. Jumping from planet to planet. Meaning they were crammed into this small place for a day or two. Also meaning further personalities were better on display.

If verbal confirmation wasn’t enough to prove how much Mario adored his brother, his actions certainly confirmed this.

If Mario wasn’t talking with Peach, he was with Luigi. Even then, it was clear Mario could only focus if his brother was in line of sight. Though they were both constantly being in the line of danger, it was Mario who made sure Luigi was protected. Deliberately putting himself in the line of danger if his younger brother was targeted. Going so far as to make sure Luigi was patched up before he was. No matter how many times Luigi said he could wait.

There was a point when facing a Darkmess Puddle, Beep-O claimed Luigi’s skills were definitely needed for it. At that, Mario immediately rushed forward. Claiming he would help his brother out.

“Ah, nothing is stronger than a sibling bond!” Beep-O gleefully exclaimed, “I’m sure you two can handle this easily.”

Rabbid Mario pointedly stared ahead when Rabbid Luigi turned to him with wide eyes. As if this was proof that being siblings was perfect. It didn’t help when the twins felled the Puddle faster than previous encounters with the entire team working together. Mario happily ruffled Luigi’s hair with the younger brother laughing. Looking sheepish but pleased at getting his brother’s praise.

“Okay, see, that has to mean something,” Rabbid Luigi whispered desperately.

“You’re just grasping at straws now.” Was Rabbid Mario’s short reply.

Reminding himself that he didn’t need that. A sibling relationship. He could handle himself on his own. Rabbid Luigi was annoying and would just get in the way.

Being alone was better.

Worrying only about himself.

It’s what was needed.

He wouldn’t be compared to Mario.

Apparently, the galaxy wanted to prove Rabbid Mario wrong.

It was when the group was on Terra Flora., traversing through the large Everbloom Tree. The far too large Everbloom Tree. Too large to get the tasks done quickly if they remained together. The number of Darkmess Puddles spotted throughout the area worrying the heroes (and Bowser).

“It is probably in our best interest if we divide our powers,” JEANIE suggested, “We will cover more area and hopefully get to the center faster.”

Dividing the group into two balanced groups took longer than it probably should have. Edge and Bowser clearly didn’t care. Mario wanted Peach and Luigi with him, but JEANIE said there needed to be better diversity between the groups. Rabbid Mario’s claims of being able to work alone didn’t add much weight to anything. He did frantically try to shake Rabbid Luigi off and away from him.

Even with the constant back and forth that happened, they eventually decided on the two groups.

No one missed how worried Mario looked at Luigi being part of the other team.

Beep-O stated, “JEANIE and I will be in full contact, just in case anything goes wrong with the other team. Not that I’m saying it will. This is just in case.”

Luigi let out a slow sigh, looking up feeling a hand placed gently on his shoulder.

“Hey,” said Mario quietly, “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah…are you?”

The older brother shuffled weakly before replying with, “Yeah, just concerned.”

Rabbid Mario quickly interjected himself into the conversation. One part trying to move this along and another part to shut Rabbid Luigi’s face up watching the brotherly affection. “Ah, you worry too much! I’ll make sure he’s okay. Green Boy here is a long range shooter with a ghost Spark. He’ll stick to the back. Trust me, under my lead, Luigi will be fine.”

“Who said you were leading this party?” Edge asked briskly.

Which Rabbid Mario just brushed it off with, “Because I said so. Now, Team ‘Awesome-Becuase-Rabbid-Mario-is-Leading!’, let’s move out!”

Back turned and marching forward, Rabbid Mario just assumed the rest in his party was following. The numerous footsteps following behind being the only confirmation he needed. He missed the quick hug shared between the twins before Luigi rushed to catch up.

But Rabbid Luigi saw.

“Are you really going to focus on keeping her safe?” The green-dressed Rabbid whispered to the other.

“Of course,” Rabbid Mario hissed back, “I told you my plan. It’s fine.”

“But you didn’t really even take into account the layout of the battlefield, or the enemies we could face. You can’t just say ‘keep him in the back’ if-”

“Would you just- stop talking. You are going to follow my lead, got it.”

Rabbid Luigi huffed, “You need someone else to bounce your ideas off of to make sure they don’t sound stupid. We’re brothers, we need to-”

Rabbid Mario pinned the other down with a steely glare that immediately shut him up. “We. Are not. Brothers. Get that through your head.”

Rabbid Luigi’s ears and shoulders dropped and he fell back to walk next to Rabbid Rosalina. Who gently patted his shoulder while casting a judgmental glare towards Rabbid Mario.

He didn’t care. He ignored it.

His stomach burned with an uncomfortable sensation.

He ignored that too.

The first few puddles went surprisingly well. Rabbid Mario’s worries melting away with each job done. He knew what he was doing. This was easy. Rabid Luigi was worried over nothing-

“Wow,” Rabbid Rosalina said, voice slightly influxes to indicate her surprise, “That…is a big puddle.”

It was. Larger than the full group had dealt with before, never mind this smaller one. Thick, sticky tendrils were spreading out from the deep center point and attaching to whatever they could reach. This normally wouldn’t be a worry…if the full group was together. But it was just five against whatever was resting within.

That wasn’t going to stop Rabbid Mario.

“Alright, we keep the same position as before. Easy.”

“Are you stupid or just have a death wish,” Edge frowned, “We can’t take this size of a puddle on with just five. We need everyone here.”

“And I think we’ll be fine. If you’re that worried, you can stick close to me. I’ll keep you safe.”

Rabbid Rosalina stepped forward at that, “I’m not putting more energy into this than what I have to, and that’s way too much energy.”

“Then stay here.”

“H-Hold on,” Luigi spoke up, “T-This is really d-dangerous. We c-can’t just rush in.”

Rabbid Luigi nodded furiously, “I agree! Mario wouldn’t just go in there without everyone.”

“...Well…if you’re going to be like that. I’ll take care of this myself.” And before anyone could argue, Rabbid Mario jumped in.

The familiar swooping sensation in his stomach didn’t wash away the bitterness he felt from that last comment. The chilled feeling doing nothing for his heated skin. Rabbid Mario landed on the dark rock battlefield, letting out a huff as he waited for the area to clear. His ear twitched hearing a few heavy thumps indicating the others had followed him in.

“Decided against staying behind, huh?” Rabbid Mario taunted. Faltering slightly being faced with Edge’s scowl.

“More of we didn’t want you doing something stupid.”

“...You’re…too worried. We’ll be fine! You’ll see.”

It went south so fast.

First issue was the fact that the enemies they were facing were Lone Wolves. A large number of them. Normally, they would hunker behind their barricades and fire from their stationary locations. But they were more active this time. Able to get close to do small damage before running away to launch their proper attack.

Second problem was the fact that only Luigi and Rabbid Mario were able to deliver proper damage. The rest could only break down the barriers to try and make the Lone Wolves’ slightly easier targets.

The final problem was the terrain of the battlefield. The group was trapped in a pit with Lone Wolves on higher ground surrounding them. Meaning they were sitting ducks with minimal coverage while struggling to fight back.

“We need to leave,” Rabbid Luigi called out, “We’re making no progress!”

Rabbid Mario growled softly, “I’m not running away!”

“You are an idiot! Stop trying to feed your ego and realize we’re not going to win this!” Edge shot back.

He was about to retort when a flash caught his attention.

A Lone Wolf had taken advantage of their arguing to try and take Rabbid Mario out. On his part, Rabbid Mario felt frozen to the spot. Watching with rising fear as the shot drew closer to him. Knowing with his current damage, Rabbid Mario wasn’t going to survive this.

At the very last second, something heavy collided into him. A thought of ‘What is Rabbid Luigi doing?’ crossed his mind. That was quickly wiped away when the shot landed directly on Rabbid Luigi’s back.

All of this acted before Rabbid Mario’s eyes in slow motion. Time catching up when they both collapsed onto the ground. The green-dressed Rabbid unmoving as he laid across Rabbid Mario’s chest. A cacophony of noise assaulted his ears. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the still form.

Before there was even a chance to begin to take in what was happening when another shot rang out. Rabbid Mario looked up in enough time to see Luigi crumple to the ground. Not out, but clearly down and unable to move. Gripping onto his wounded arm, curled into a ball with his face scrunched up in pain. Rabbid Rosalina rushed over to scare the Lone Wolf away and drag Luigi further behind cover.

Edge was already pulling up their exit route with JEANIE’s help, “We need to grab and go, now!”

Rabbid Rosalina, practically dragging Luigi along, was already making her way there. One of the few times her eyes were wide with fear and worry.

Still feeling numb, Rabbid Mario lifted his fallen comrade up and rushed over. All jumping in. Thankful when the warm air and rough bark greeted them. Rabbid Mario didn't have time to fully recover before Rabbid Luigi was pulled from his hold. Almost going to fight back, to pull the other towards him again. But was quickly guilted by Edge’s glare.

So, he sat back.

Sat back and watched as Rabbid Rosalina frantically gave Luigi a Mushroom and wrapped his arm. The human’s face slowly calmed as he fell into a less than peaceful sleep.

Rabbid Luigi was completely unresponsive as Edge carefully checked him over. Pulling out one of the Sparks, the pink one with the balloon tied to them, and asked them to work their healing magic.

“It’ll…take awhile.” the Spark spoke softly.

“But you can help?” Edge asked, voice hard with worry.

“Yeah, of course.”

Rabbid Mario tried to get up when Edge started to stalk towards him. Only able to stand before him and pull him up fully by the front of his overalls. Dragging him closer to clearly see the fury on Edge’s face.

“What were you thinking!” He wasn’t able to reply before he was shoved away. Ears drooping as Edge began to pace, continuing her stream of thought, “I’ll answer that for you, you weren’t! I know you have a brash attitude. But if you would just get rid of your stupid ego- No, you know what! You can keep your ego. Keep your self given title of being the better hand-to-hand fighter. I don’t care. But you need to stop letting everyone clear up after your carelessness!”

Normally, being talked to like this, Rabbid Mario would feel the burn of indignation rise up. The need to defend his stance, his price, we needed! No one got to talk to him this way!

But a different burn was in his stomach now. Feeling like he was going to throw up. It was horrible. Eyes landing on the unmoving form of Rabbid Luigi. Namely focused on the slowly healing burn on his back.

“...I thought we could handle it.” Was his weak reply back.

“No, you thought you could handle it. If you’re going to claim to be the best fighter, then you need to back it up. And you can’t.” With that, Edge turned and walked back over to Rabbid Rosalina. Both sitting by the two recovering teammates, their back’s to Rabbid Mario.

On his part, Rabbid Mario slowly sat himself back down. Shoulders and ears slumped low, almost curled into a ball as he stared at the ground.

He wasn’t sure how long they all sat in silence. Feeling as if he was sinking into the Darkmess Puddle that rested nearby. He was broken from his dark thoughts hearing numerous footsteps drawing closer to their location. The rest of the group eventually turned the corner.

“There you all are!” Beep-O called out, “We were worried when you- What happened to them!”

Mario called out his brother’s name, distress clear in his voice, upon seeing Luigi’s unmoving form. Practically sprinting over Luigi’s side. Rabbid Rosalina moving out of the way to just avoid being barreled over by the worried human. Mario’s hands worriedly hovering over Luigi before slowly and carefully collecting his brother close.

The red-dressed Rabbid watched with fearful eyes as Edge inched closer to Mario. Whispering something to the human, causing his shining eyes to snap up to Rabbid Mario. Who flinched. Waiting for rage, anger, accusations, being thrown away.

But there was nothing.

Mario’s stare turned away, shoulders falling as he just cradled Luigi closer. Eyes closing as he pressed his forehead against his brother’s. Pulling Luigi onto his lap.

Rabbid Mario…faltered at that, surprised. He was really ready to be torn apart for letting Luigi get hurt. Even more so with what he’d said the last time Mario was there.

“You really don’t get it, do you.”

Rabbid Mario was not pleased with how high he jumped at suddenly hearing Rabbid Rosalina. Looking up as she sat next to him. “What are you talking about?”

“You really thought he was going to yell at you.”

“Well…yeah.”

She let out a slow sigh, eyes rolling. “How is it that I get his personality better than you do. Yet you’ve known him longer.”

“What point are you trying to make here?”

“You try too hard to show you’re not the same as Mario.”

That caused Rabbid Mario’s ears to perk up at that in surprise. “What? No, I don’t, it’s the complete opposite!”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes!”

Rabbid Rosalina rolled her eyes again. “Look, I get it. We’re basically seen as pasted versions of someone else. I really struggled with the idea for a while. Rosalina is a galaxy goddess. I’m a plump, sleepy Rabbid. We’re nothing alike, but I felt like I had this legacy to live up to since I have her name.”

“But the Captain sat me down one day, said I was being silly about it all. People share names all the time, but there’s no one competing to the ‘best’. We get to be our own people.”

She gently pushed Rabbid Mario’s with her shoulder, “You probably have it worse than all of us in that aspect. Sharing a name with a big hero.”

“It’s not a problem.” Rabbid Mario hissed out.

“Really? You’re trying to show off that you can be your own hero. Your own version of being a hero. Because acting anything like him would just make you a copy. But you want to help, you want to be a hero. So what do you do? You try to act opposite of him. You’re loud while he’s a human of few words. You like to work alone while Mario works with as many people as he can. You’re used to not having siblings while Mario is one of the best older brothers out there.”

“But you know that it’s not you, not all of it. You’re super loud and you have a huge ego, but you care about us. All of us. Now however, you’re too far deep into this… You just continue the act, to be so opposite that no one would dare clump you together as being the same person. So much so…that someone suggesting to be your brother, it feels weird.”

“We’re not brothers,” Rabbid Mario tried to argue back, “Rabbids don’t have family relations, you know that.”

“Well, sure. ‘Family’ is a weird concept, we don't really have that…at least, not in the normal sense. We can have people that we see as family roles. The Captain may not be related to me. But, he took care of me, put up with me, raised me… Even if a blood relation isn’t something Rabbid’s have, I still see the Captain as my dad…and I’m his daughter.”

Rabbid Mario’s eyes widened at that. “How…what?”

“We’re family because we want to, we choose. Making connections isn’t bad. Stop seeing it like that.”

Rabbid Mario’s attention darted over to where the two injured were resting. Luigi was back on the ground to rest properly, Mario gently brushing his brother’s bangs back gently. One hand gently gripping on to Luigi’s injured. Peach sitting next to Mario, whispering softly to him. No doubt trying to offer some sort of comfort towards the hero. Rabbid Luigi was still unmoving, Edge by his side, watching the Spark that was resting on his back, healing the passed out Rabbid.

“Do you really find him annoying? I mean, he is. But I’m talking about the sense that you don’t want to be his brother. Or are you just using it as a reason?” Rabbid Rosalina asked.

It was as if a light bulb went off in his head. Rabbid Mario’s entire form seemed to lift up. Eyes wide with realization.

Rabbid Rosalina continued, “What do you want to do?”

He was up the next second. Rabbid Rosalina gave a small smile as she watched him walk away.

Mario turned away from Luigi, noticing movement from the corner of his eye. Watching as Rabbid Mario sat down by his green counterpart. Their eyes connected for a brief moment. Both offering a small smile and nod of acknowledgement before focusing on their own brother.

Luigi was up first, unsurprisingly. Beaming as he was pulled into a tight hug by Mario. Waving off Rabbid Mario’s small ‘Sorry’ with an understanding smile and nod.

When Rabbid Luig woke, there wasn’t a crowd around him. All were currently sitting around a warming (and contained) campfire white they ate breakfast and discussed. But that didn’t mean he woke alone. The Spark that had been healing him let out a small cheer as he moved to sit up slowly.

His attention was drawn to a plate put before him. Looking over to find Rabbid Mario, who’s eyes were on his own plate, sitting right next to him.

Rabbid Luigi took the offered plate slowly. Watching Rabbid Mario for a few moments before eating.

“How are you feeling?” Rabbid Mario asked gruffly.

“Uh…better…I guess. I mean, I’m up so…”

“That is good…”

There was a pause of silence. Rabbid Luigi was surprised once more when Rabbid Mario inched closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Gently pulling Rabbid Luigi closer so he could lean against the other comfortably.

“I’m happy you’re okay…lil bro.”

There was no verbal reply back. Rabbid Luigi’s eyes widened in surprise before smiling with glee. Ears twitching in joyous energy. Both enjoying their meal in comfortable quiet.

#mario #luigi #mario and luigi #rabbid mario #rabbid luigi #rabbid mario & rabbid luigi #mario and rabbids sparks of hope #s-creations #fanfiction #woof this one took a while to write

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fairy-hub · 2 months

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Heeey, I'm sorry you're becoming disenfranchised with fandom at the moment, it happens to the best of us. Just know what ever you choose to do, stay or go, we love and support you 😙😙😙

Hi sweetness and thank you! I really don't want to loose my love for the show simple because of the fandom. But everytime I go through the tags or my feed I come across something so incredible toxic and it makes me wanna log off n do something else

I enjoy the characters of the show so much. So maybe I just need to stay within my own little bubble, enjoy the show for what it is, talk to a few people about the show and stay out of major part of the fandom (aka ignore the fuck outta my dash and any tags)

Part of me has been thinking about writing for other fandoms and leaving jjk behind for a while. At the same time I still have several ideas for the characters. But I enjoy other fandoms way way more

It could be cause jjk is the biggest fandom there is which comes with it’s natural set if discourse. And so I'm not used to so much fandom discourse going on 24/7

Plus the whole can black writers not write because xyz and then seeing people agree makes me feel very very unwelcomed. And Im not the type of person to stay where I'm not wanted

im a black person who is hypersexual. I don't spit on those or look down at people are aren't hypersexual. Why should I? Different walks of life fit different type of people. It doesn't make anyone any better simply because they don't like smut fics as much as the rest

I don't understand the reason of complaining about other people not creating what they want to see. And expecting other people to feel shame over being overly sexual with their fics simple because you want hand holding and kissing

I do agree that smut fics get a lot more attention than fluff. But if they want fluff please create it. It seems there is a growing amount of people very upset cause they want to see more fluff fics but most of them don't want to create it themselves

I do some writers on a high horse looking down at smut writers. Which I don't understand at all? No genre of fanfiction is superior to the other, we can all have our preferences to what we prefer but that doesn't make them the best option.

There is also the whole big issue of black women have been fighting stereotypes for so long. So many people of color have as well. We can all understand how they are harmful to type a whole group as something.

Not all black woman are hyper sexual clearly by the amount of non hyper sexual black women who want fluff. And so what if a black woman is hyper sexual? Would they have less of a problem with it if it was a women of a different ethnicity being hyper sexual?

Or is it the hyper sexual that they look down on as a whole? Simply because they aren’t that sexual they get to look down on those who are?

I guess their problem with hypersexually could steam from the fear of the stereotype. Since hypersexuality is apart of that and they don't want hyper sexual black woman to represent them and it to go around still that all black woman are hypersexual.

To this to I say that a group of hyper sexual black woman should not be viewed as the representation of the whole. By this year of 2024 we should be coming to the point of realizing that there are gonna be various types of people with various interest, morals, sex drive and sexuality are all the same skin tone. And they do not speak for each other

Also what does someone skin tone have to do with someone sex drive? Can a girly pop be horny in peace without seeing it’s wrong cause I'm black and upholding a dangerous stereotype?

Anyway after this long rant cause it looks like I've had a lot building up. Thank you sweetness

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sdwolfpup · 1 year

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I've been thinking a lot lately about why 'Larry Lannister' bothers me so much, and it finally hit me the other day that it's because I genuinely love show Jaime as much as I love book Jaime, and to see an enormous chunk of the JB fandom hating a character I love -- one who is theoretically part of our shared OTP -- is demoralizing.

People in this fandom hate lots of characters I love (Ned Stark, step right up!), and it doesn't bother me, but this one hurts because... listen, I know as well as anyone that the show ending for Jaime was disappointing and upsetting and felt wrong. And it makes me furious! But it doesn't make me furious at Jaime. I'm mad at D&D; I'm upset for Jaime. But I feel like calling him Larry Lannister and writing him off entirely is abandoning him to his canon fate, which is exactly the opposite of what fandom does. I think people are quick to do it because there is also book Jaime, but book Jaime isn't exactly the same as show Jaime, and there are things I like better about show Jaime than book Jaime (and vice versa, since people get touchy about this; I was a book fan long before the show came out).

Of course fans are all going to respond differently to source material; there are book fans who've hated the show and everything it stands for for a while, and show fans who never got into the books and never will, and fans like me who loved the books and the show and hold the two canons in our heads in a sort of amorphous, two-headed blob of a source.

I think having the two canons that are so close to each other but different in some critical ways has been a blessing and a curse for this fandom. The blessing is that it's made the characters more identifiable as concrete archetypes; IMO there are fundamental things about Jaime and Brienne (and Ned and Arya and Tyrion etc.) that carry across both canons that have become my defining characteristics of these characters. And that makes it much easier to write them in all of these many wonderful AUs we get, both canon-based and beyond. But the curse is that there's so much more internal disagreement, and with one canon being closed so disappointingly and the other being open with no idea (or chance of knowing, IMO) of how it's ending, I completely understand people embracing the canon that hasn't actively hurt them.

But I also hate leaving behind characters I love, even if it's for similar characters i also love.

So that's why it bugs me. I don't want to leave show Jaime behind, spitting on his metaphorical grave as I go. I'm not interested in punishing him for choices that were made by writers and showrunners. I want to bring him with us and take care of him and tell him not to worry because he belongs to the fandom now and we're going to give him the story he deserved. He and Brienne earned that.

Idk, I'm not trying to change anyone's mind on the ending of the show, it is what it is and what it was hurt, I don't disagree. And I'm genuinely glad people have book JB to be their happy place! I'm just expressing my feelings on the show characters, in case there are any other show JB fans still hanging on in the fandom, heh. You're not alone! We can wrap show JB in blankets and feed them soup in our little cottage in the woods.

#jaime lannister #i just think it is possible to never forgive d&d for what they did #and to not hate jaime the character #but that's just me #and i am very tired #of the way this fandom shits on show jaime (and brienne but that's a post for another time)#(because when i eventually post that i'm not gonna be as reasonable lol)#anyway. mostly this boils down to: i wish people could love the thing they love without having to be cruel about the thing they hate #\ (ツ) /#i wrote this post MONTHS ago btw #i keep waiting for it to not be relevant #but it never does

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fioreofthemarch · 6 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Tagged by @bahbahhh and @mistresslrigtar. thank you!!! i love this community <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

twelve (plus one I orphaned that we don't talk about)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

433,003

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

From the Ground Up 🦅

Hateno Housemates 🏡

Finding Her 📱

have and hold ♨

On the Life of Queen and Consort 🖋

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

I try to, I really, really do, and I often forget. But I promise I read them all.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I mean Link commits murder in this one

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are happy but I think Hateno Housemates is the fluffiest

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not for a long, long time, and for that I'm very grateful. Got some less that positive comments on my portrayal of Zelda back in the day, when I myself was dealing with a lot of negative emotions and was feeding that into her a bit. But otherwise no

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

No, though I have tried. I deeply admire people who are great at it, because it's an artform unto itself. But it's not in my wheelhouse

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

All That Was Tangled Came Undone is an honestly somewhat mid cross over between BOTW and Kimi No Na Wa

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nah. Probably not idk

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but it would be a wonderful honour.

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

No but I would love to!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

I write Zelink ofc but look, I gotta give it up to the OGs, Spirk. None of us would be here if not for a repressed Vulcan and a swashbuckling starship captain from a 1960s scifi sitcom making fuck eyes at each other

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

EVER? I think my BOTW 30 years later sequel will probably never get off the ground, because I don't think it would have much of an audience (yes yes write for yourself but writing into the void is also not that fun) and TOTK just kind of fucked up all the ideas I had. I don't know. Kill your darlings etc

16. What are your writing strengths?

I enjoy writing dialogue and put a lot of effort into making it flow nicely. I enjoy worldbuilding and building up a cast of supporting and minor characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hm. Many. Over-explaining/under-explaining is a big one for me.

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

I write in a fantasy setting with only vague hints at a different language (Gerudo) so the need never comes up. I think it should be done respectfully and as accurately as possible if it is required. I personally would avoid it unless I knew a good sensitivity reader & someone who spoke the it as their first language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

... ... Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland (2010)

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

If I had to throw them all away and keep only one, it'd naturally be From the Ground Up.

I'm going to tag @zeldaelmo and @spoiledspine !! Enjoy!!!

#my writing #fic writing

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ellethespaceunicorn · 9 months

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Scrapbook: Chapter 5

Title: She Looks In My Eyes and Makes Me Realize

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Black!OFC (Dimples)

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: A collection of moments with Mike and Daisy (Dimples) and their daughter Aisha (Honey).

Chapter Summary: A look into the first year of Honey’s life.

Warnings: language, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: It's been a minute but here is Chapter 5. I love how easy this was to write, after dealing with inspiration struggles. I hope you enjoy. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

Spotify Playlist is here.

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While Mike drives them home from the hospital, Dimples sits in the backseat watching over Honey as she sleeps soundly in her car seat. Every few minutes, Mike looks into the rear-view mirror on his little family and he smiles to himself.

As he pulls into the driveway of the house, he sighs. The whole family is home now. They can start their new lives as parents without the watchful eye of their family members or hospital staff. He shoves the immense fear of being alone with a living, breathing, teeny-tiny human down and gets out of the car.

Pulling the back door open, he lets Dimples out and gently unbuckles the car seat. He helps Mama and Baby into the house first and then unloads the car.

Before long, the living room is full of all of the baby shower gifts and Mike decides he will wait to put everything away. Right now, he wants to make sure Dimples is comfortable and happy.

“Dimples, why don’t you go take a nice long shower? I’ll make sure Honey is taken care of. You go get comfortable and take as long as you need.” Mike kisses her on the forehead before prying the baby out of her hands.

“You just wanna keep her all to yourself, don’t you?” Dimples is only half-joking as she doesn’t want to leave the baby just yet.

“How else am I gonna make her into a Daddy’s Girl if I don’t get the time to spend alone with her?” Cradling the baby against his shoulder, he kisses and caresses the baby’s hair and winks at Dimples.

“I knew it. Ok, fine. I’ll go shower and when I come back, she’s all mine. Mark my words, Michael Marshall.” She takes Mike’s hand to help her off the couch, pressing another kiss to his lips and rubbing soft circles into the baby’s back before going off into the bathroom.

Once the coast is clear, Mike has a heart-to-heart with Honey. He brings her down from his shoulder and holds her in his lap, making sure to support her head.

“Alright, sweet girl. Now, while you may be the most precious thing in this world, we’re gonna make one thing clear. You are gonna be a Daddy’s Girl. Your first word is gonna be Dada. And you are gonna think that I am the coolest guy in the world for a very long time,” He kisses her little forehead and she stirs a bit before yawning, “And before you even ask, no dating until you’re eighteen, am I understood? That’s non-negotiable unless he’s a Prince or something. Alright, enough with the heavy stuff, you’ve got the right idea with this sleep thing.” Scooping her into his arms again, he leans back into the couch and closes his eyes.

Moments later, Dimples comes walking into the living room and sees the adorable scene of Mikey holding their daughter as they sleep together. After taking a few pictures on her phone, she gently wakes Mike so they can all go to sleep. After a light feeding and a much-needed diaper change, Honey is placed into her crib. The new parents creep backward out of the room after making sure the baby monitor is on.

Making their way to their bedroom, they don’t even pull the covers back. They just lay across the bed and cuddle each other until their breathing evens out. Honey wakes them up a few times with some short cries for a feeding or a changing but she sleeps pretty soundly.

And with that, the new parents are lulled into a false sense of security. Because for the entire first week, the baby sleeps perfectly like a little mouse through the night. But, as we know, all good things come to an end sooner or later.

One Week Old

Dimples is rocking the baby back and forth trying to calm down her shrill crying while Mike is on the phone with his Uncle Sy as he paces back and forth.

“Dad and Mom are away on vacation and I didn’t know who else to call and the baby just keeps crying. Like, she’ll feed and then she’ll shit and then it’s back to crying. What are we doing wrong?”

“Michael, chill out, man. Trust me, this is completely normal. One second they’re fine and the next second they are little monsters. But you have to remember something, son. Babies are like bears in a way, they can smell your fear. And you freaking out right now is not gonna make her calm down. So, Aunt Danette and I will be over shortly and we’ll lend a hand, alright? Deep breaths, bud.”

“Thanks, Uncle Sy. Thank Aunt Nettie for me. See you guys soon.”

“Just hold down the fort for another thirty, son. We’re leaving now.”

Mike hangs up the phone and cracks his neck before turning to his wife as she attempts to get the baby to latch onto the pacifier to no avail.

True to his word, Sy, with Nettie in tow, is knocking on the door in less than thirty minutes holding a bag. Within seconds, Sy is ordering Michael to put on a pot of coffee and Nettie is taking the baby from Dimples.

After a minute, Dimples and Nettie are in the nursery and Honey is down to her diaper. Dimples is instructed to move the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, then Nettie places the baby on her chest for skin-to-skin contact. The baby stops crying and Dimples starts to cry herself.

“Sweetheart, you and your baby need time to just touch each other. It is so important for new Moms and their little ones to know the feel and smell of each other. It’s how we connect. And speaking of smell, when is the last time you had a shower?” Nettie picked up the baby and ushered Dimples into the bathroom.

Dressing the baby again, Nettie brings Honey into the living room and grabs a new pacifier from the bag that Sy brought in. When Sy and Mike walk into the living room from the kitchen, Sy makes a strangled sound which causes the younger man to look up from his coffee mug.

“Unt uh, I know what you are thinking, James. And the answer is no.” Nettie says sternly, walking back into the nursery with the now quiet baby.

“What was that about?” Mike asks, wanting to be in on the conversation.

“Your Aunt will not give me another little rugrat. I think she hates that I’ve got baby fever ever since the shower. But one look at Honey? It was all over for me. She looked just like my little Cherie Amor and I wanted another one then and there. Nettie told me if I want another, I better be the one getting pregnant. But I’ll convince her, somehow.”

“Good luck with that.” Mike snorts into his mug.

Before they leave, Sy and Nettie have imparted some wisdom about massaging the baby and playing soothing sounds and how to lay the baby differently every night so she gets used to her crib. The new parents thank the godparents for everything and they begin to settle into parenthood a little bit more reassured and a little less terrified beyond belief.

6 Months Old

Luckily, they had prepared for this. They had babyproofed the house by locking all of the cabinets, added outlet coverings throughout the house, made sure every sharp corner was covered, and even locked the lid of the toilet seat.

Baby Honey was on the move. She had started to crawl and boy was she a fast little thing. She could get from the kitchen to the nursery in less than half a minute and yes, they timed her.

There were now toys scattered in every room of the house because Honey liked to make sure she could have fun everywhere, it would seem.

Before long, she was even using things to help her stand up and that’s when her parents decided they would need to babyproof a teeny bit more.

10 Months Old

“Come on, Honey, say Ma-ma...Ma-ma.” While Dimples is feeling Honey, she tries to make her babble make sense as she throws out words for her to mimic. Mostly to no avail, until she finally says her first word.

“Daaadaa.”

Mike turns around from the stove and picks up his baby girl and spins her around. “Can you say ‘Dada’, Honey?”

“Dada.” She babbles and then claps her hands when Mike gives her a big smile.

“Honey! Good job, sweet girl. Guess you are a Daddy’s Girl, huh?” Mike looks over to Dimples and grins.

Dimples smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She knew she had a 50/50 shot of being first on her daughter’s list of first words. But it did sting a little when she didn’t say Mama first.

“Let’s try one more time, can you say ‘Ma-ma’?” Mike tried to plead with Honey with his eyes and maybe babies can understand that because when Dimples looks at Honey, she babbles to her mother.

“Mama. Maaaamaaa.” She claps her little hands when she sees Dimples’ face light up at her second word.

Handing over the baby, Mike smiles seeing his wife and daughter laughing with each other. This moment is sealed in his brain.

1 Year Old

“Grandpa Gus, can you watch Honey while I go get everyone together for cake?” Dimples brings over a squirming Honey who lights up when she sees her great-grandpa.

“Of course, hey Birthday Girl! Come sit with me and we can gossip about this fancy party,” Dimples sets Honey in his lap and kisses his cheek before moving into the house. While Honey babbles, she also points over to where her toybox sits outside, “You wanna go get a toy, sweetums? I suppose that’s alright.”

Gus sits Honey down and she crawls over to her pink toy box. Using the lid to pull herself up, she peeks inside and grabs her second favorite stuffed animal, a pink triceratops with a bow on its head. Turning back around to Gus, Honey walks the short distance back over to him.

From behind him, Dimples and Mike gasp while Gus and Honey look confused.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” Gus asks, picking up Honey again and listening to her babble.

“Those were her first steps!” Dimples yelps and Mike laughs and kisses Honey on the head.

“And she chose to walk over to me?! Guess I still got it.” Gus goes back to playing with Honey and her dinosaur.

Gathering everyone together for cake, Dimples puts Honey back in her high chair. Honey claps while everyone sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to her and she tries to sing along. Once she has her slice of cake in front of her, she digs in and is covered in pink frosting and chocolate cake morsels.

Once everyone is gone and the backyard is cleaned up, Honey is down for bed and Dimples and Mike enjoy some time to themselves.

“Our little Honey is one year old. I cannot believe it.” Dimples leans on Mike’s shoulder on the porch swing and laughs thinking about how she took her first steps.

“Yeah, remember when we found out we were gonna be parents on our wedding night? That was intense.” Mike sips his beer and uses his foot to swing them back and forth slowly.

“I won’t ever forget that. It was the first time I ever saw someone faint. And then you fainted again when I was getting my epidural. You’re probably going to faint again in another year or so. I think you’re due.” Dimples chuckles and pokes Mike in his side.

“Ha-ha. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t know I could faint like that. Still shocked that it always happens around stuff with the baby. But, hey, I didn’t faint when she took her first steps and that is progress.” Mike clinks his beer bottle with Dimples’ and kisses the top of her head as she yawns.

“Ok, I’ve had enough fun for one day. I think I’m gonna go to bed. Don’t stay out here too long, baby.” Dimples takes one last look at the sun setting and walks in the house.

Mike decides to stay out on the porch for just a bit longer, thinking about his wife and daughter and how he wouldn’t have any of this if he hadn’t been dragged into meeting a girl at a party. That girl just smiled at him and instantly he was hooked. He put a ring on it, he gave her his heart, and she gave him a daughter.

Mike took his last sip as the sun set behind the tree line, he smiled to himself and walked inside.

Epilogue

A/N: The song for this chapter is Don’t Worry Baby by The Beach Boys. So sorry this chapter took me so long to get out, but I had a lot of other works that pushed their way in front of this one.

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