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livelaughlovesubs · 27 days

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head empty, just the idea of worshipping his body while fucking fyodor so tenderly, he'd probably be a sobbing mess AWH MY BABY I LOVE HIM SM WTF😔🙏

(lets act like its not my first time on tumblr lol)

Yea nah, everything’s fine dw, I’ve got you >:)

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor (reader is gender neutral)

Warning: service dom, pegging (can be read as a dick), body worship, dacryphilia

It was another cloudless night, the sky a romantic painting filled with colours of the dark. The moon was bright, and the light reached your humble chambers. Like a tender blanket, that covered the space in front of you. Its slightly yellow tone illuminated your bedroom, and the rays hit the hair of the male. You noticed it very quickly, because his hair was black. The way it shone and sparkled on his skin was as if the moon was merely a decoration, an accessory of the main character. His hair had some purple elements now, it stood out since it matched his eye colour. Tonight was a dreamy night, a masterpiece of a century.

You caressed his cheeks with one hand, and stroke his hair with the other. Both his skin and locks felt silky and smooth, it was quite nice to the touch. Then you leaned down and kissed him tenderly, before pulling back with a gentle smile. Fyodor had a dazed look on his face, along with a faint blush covering his face. When you pulled back he tried to catch your lips, but you stopped him with your finger. He felt your touch moving downwards, first to his ears, then shoulders, chest and last but not least his waist. You stopped for a moment, holding his slim waist in your hands, watching him squirm minimal. A soft giggle slipped from you, followed by you reaching out for his thighs.

Fyodor sighed, letting you do whatever you wanted. With a swift movement you positioned yourself between his legs, hands still holding his thighs upwards. Then you lifted them onto your shoulder and kissed his inner thighs. His eyes shook a little, he stared at you with impatience. “A little longer.” You told him, before you started to suck and lick the spot you previously kissed. Another adorable sound escaped his throat, paired with him throwing his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

You continued to caress him with the most tender movements, while he let out a breathless whimper. Once you reached his crotch, you skipped that part once again and adorned his belly with more smooches. He almost wanted to curse, was this your way of teasing him? Making him feel all hot and embarrassed like this? Why did you have to touch every nook and cranny of his body?

After you were done with him tummy, there were multiple dark spots. Marks, from you, that you left on his body. When fyodor stared down st them, he had to gulp and furrow his brows. Technically you did nothing but make a show, yet he was so needy now and his dick was standing up all proud. “Y/n…” the boy was about to beg you to do something, when you interrupted him, “so pretty, my love. You look beautiful tonight.” He didn’t know how to react to you suddenly complimenting him, so he stayed quiet. Now burying his face in his hands as his thighs trembled and dick twitched.

“You are so adorable fyodor, I love everything about you.” You began, as you repositioned yourself and poked his entrance with your dick. “..!? Wai-wait.. y/n.” He was so eager just moments before, but now you caught him off guard. “What is it, dear?” Your voice was filled with adoration and care, it felt like he didn’t deserve this, as if this wasn’t intended for him. On one hand it made him feel warm, hot even, on the other hand it’s burning, almost enough to hurt. Then you began pushing, hips moving forward as slow as possible. He felt you slowly penetrating him, feeling his rim getting stretched. You were filling him up so good that tears came to his eyes.

Suddenly you grabbed his hand, holding it tightly while you bottomed out. Fyodor squeezed yours whenever it got overwhelming, and soft tears rolled down his cheeks. “Good job, you did so well.” You whispered, then brought his hand to your lips and kissed his fingers, all while you started moving gently. Your hips were moving so little, it was like a wind breeze, despite all that the male felt like he was about to finish in any moment. A few more whines left him, legs trying to clench together but you were in between them. His hand trembled, you could feel that, even so you kept kissing it.

After a while you let go of his hand and pulled him in for a kiss, pressing your lips and hips against his. He yelped and moaned into your mouth, hands clasping around your neck with a shivering sensation coursing through his body. Your trusts became a little faster, almost not noticeably so, though for him it was too heavenly to manage. Just a little more and he would reach the edge, that’s what he thought, so he hugged you even tighter and kept letting out small whimpers of encouragement, “ah..ha-haah..uh, y/n..i’m close…” his little warning was barely audible, you almost didn’t hear it among his groans.

In addition to your already pretty fast trusts, you rubbed his nipples with your hands, determined to make him feel good. Fyodor’s back arched from the bed, sobbing in silence as he let you touch him all over. It was just too cute, his reactions to his voice and body, so much that you couldn’t help but kiss him again. While you did that, you cut off his air, making him gag a bit. More tears spilled, and you cooed at him, “shh, it’s alright my love, you can come.” Then you kissed his tears away, and held his hand again. The male bit his lower lip, almost enough for the skin to rip. His slim figure moving back and forth with each one of your poundings.

“Ha..haaah, aAah..!” You watched him gasp and pant, his hand clinching onto the sheets below him before he let out an especially loud moan. The next thing that followed was his sex twitching and white ropes of cum spurting out of him. His thighs shook terribly so, he also tried to close his legs again but to no avail. Head thrown back as waves of pleasure traveled through him. “aaAHHNgnN~!!” He was so loud when he came, you just had to smile at him. With careful motions, you helped him ride out his high and hold him close to you again. Fyodor hugged you back, still breathing unevenly as he mumbled, “hahh, y-y/n.. kiss me again.”

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jewishcissiekj · 22 days

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Since Asajj Ventress appeared in recent media and is set to appear in future shows and Star Wars content, I've seen a lot of people starting to read Dark Disciple. but besides that book, there are so many stories featuring Asajj over her 22 years of existence. So if you are looking for some recommendations and entry points to Asajj outside of the TV shows, here are some recommendations to get to know her a bit better, in both the Canon and Legends timelines:

(for anyone looking for a definitive list of everything she's ever been in, I also have that)

for anyone looking for just the list of recommendations without all my babbling, scroll down to the bottom, it'll be there.

Canon

Dooku: Jedi Lost Audiodrama - Script by Cavan Scott, preformed by full cast (also available in Script format) Starting off, this masterpiece. Telling the dual story of Asajj and Dooku, Jedi Lost is genuinely some of the best Star Wars content out there, in my opinion. Taking place early in The Clone Wars, it tells Asajj's journey battling her ghosts and uncovering her Master's history. It requires only the context of the prequels and The Clone Wars, and I wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone who likes the Prequels, Dooku, or Asajj.

Brotherhood - by Mike Chen Continuing with the book that serves as an introduction to Asajj in canon (chronologically), Brotherhood presents an interesting take on her first meetings with Anakin and Obi-Wan. She's far from the main character here, only supporting the book's plot as the villain and the initiator behind some of the troubles Obi-Wan faces on Cato Neimodia. This Asajj is more calculated, working behind the scenes while still facing off face to face against Obi-Wan and Anakin, and it uniquely handles her character. The book is a Clone Wars adventure taking place before and it requires only the movies' and TCW's context, once again. *While technically taking place after Hyperspace Stories #5, it contradicts that issue's events and makes more sense if it takes place before, so I listed it first (for more info on the contradictions you can go here)*

Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #5 - Written by Amanda Deibert, with art by Riccardo Faccini (Variant cover by Cary Nord) Taking place shortly after Anakin's knighting, before The Clone Wars show, this is a short and interesting comic story for Asajj. While tying into an over-arching plot of the series, this issue stands alone well. Simply put, Asajj is sent to retrieve a mysterious item by Count Dooku and encounters Anakin and Obi-Wan in the process. It has fun art, fun dynamics, and it's really good.

Worthless - a short story from Stories of Jedi and Sith - written by Delilah S. Dawson with an illustration by Jake Bartok This one is not as set on the timeline, but we do know it takes place while Asajj is still working for Dooku. In short, without too many spoilers, Asajj falls into a pit and has to trust on a Clone Trooper's help to get out. The story is a part of an anthology, but it completely stand-alone on its own. If you can read it on its own, I recommend it, but the rest of the book is also very much worth it if you want to buy it for the story. Dawson captures a version of Asajj that rarely gets attention, before the Nightsisters, and manages to show her identity and tell a wonderful story without that tool that's often overly used (in my opinion).

Star Wars Adventures: Return to Vader's Castle #3 - Written by Cavan Scott with art by Francesco Francavilla & Nick Brokenshire Jumping forward in the Timeline, we have another Asajj story by Cavan Scott! It has Bounty Hunting, A baby Sarlacc, pretty art, fun coloring, and Asajj. So what's not to love? Like Hyperspace Stories, Return to Vader's Castle also has an over-arching plot, but that's 4 framing pages of Vaneé being a bitch and has no effect on the rest of it. Solid stuff. (it is also the source of the first picture in this post)

Sisters - a short comic story from the Age of Republic Special - written by Jody Houser with art by Carlos Gómez Next, we have a wonderful short story taking place just before The Clone Wars episode "To Catch a Jedi". In just a few pages, Jody Houser brings conflict and personality to Asajj's time on Coruscant. And there's gorgeous art.

Legends

While Legends, and especially the comics, have some of my favorite stories with Asajj, it's hard to recommend individual issues. They can be stand-alone but still connected and ingrained in the ongoing story of the comics. But I tried to hand-pick the best for introduction and knowledge of who Asajj is a character there. So I won't recommend the 12 issues she's in, I set myself the limit of sticking with the same number of recommendations I had for canon.

Star Wars: Republic: The New Face of War - 2-issue Comic arc - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello Although I'm assuming you all have at least a passing familiarity with Asajj's character, introductions are still important. And, yes, Asajj first appeared in a different comic and after a month or so in Clone Wars (2003), but chronologically, in-universe, this is her first appearance. The Face of War is comprised of issues #51 and #52 of the Star Wars: Republic comic series, and although Asajj is only in the last page of #51, it's necessary context. This one isn't a must for me, but it sets the ground for her. And it's good. Giorello's art brings a unique perspective to Asajj's character, and by that I mean it may not be to some people's taste. So take your pick with this one.

Star Wars: Republic #53 - written by W. Haden Blackman, with art by Brian Ching If the last one isn't a must, this one is. It is a stand-alone adventure, almost feeling like a (better) TCW episode. Obi-Wan is off to infiltrate a Techno Union base with a team of all-star legendary Jedi that are introduced, and everything goes wrong when they run into the Confederacy's best, Durge and Asajj Ventress. I say it's a must because it establishes the nature of the rivalry between Obi-Wan and Asajj, and gives us such a sense of who those people are. It also lays the foundations to my next comic recommendation.

Dark Heart - short story by August and Cynthia Hahn This one, a 1784-word story, originally published on Wizards.com as a part of The Living Force roleplaying campaign, is definitely not a must, but it's barely 2k words, just read it. In all seriousness though, it captures Asajj's essence and I just. love it. You can read it right now, that's the link in the name, it's up online for free legally. While it is a part of the RPG campaign, I read it individually and had no trouble at all.

The Cestus Deception - by Steven Barnes (The Japanese cover is prettier and has Asajj, ok?) Obi-Wan Kenobi and Kit Fisto head to the planet Ord Cestus to try and convince Ord Cestus's government to ally with The Republic. But under the surface, a mysterious scheme had developed and it gets messy. Never ask me to write a publisher's summary. Asajj is the villain of this one, and I don't have much to say about it, but it is good. Fair warning: it hasn't aged the best in my opinion, and not even in a politically correct sense, some of the descriptions and relationships were questionable at best. If you like Kit Fisto and political adventuring and Clone Wars fights and a mascarade ball, if I remember correctly, this one's for you. It's not much of a story for Asajj but it is a fun read.

Star Wars: Republic #60 - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello I have never ever not once said it but this right here is my favorite Asajj story of all time ever. It does require context, though, so here's it: after the battle of Jabiim, Alpha-17 (Legends Arc Trooper, you may have heard of him) and Obi-Wan (a staple in Asajj's stories, he needs to gtfo women's business) are blown up and declared dead. Turns out Asajj Ventress has been holding them in her castle on the planet Rattatak and this is the daring story of their escape. In this issue, Asajj's origin story is revealed, before the Nightsisters had anything to do with her. More than any other Legends issue, it differentiates greatly from anything you know about Asajj in TCW/Canon. She's a warlord, with armies at her beck and call, a military commander, And it's fun. Her origin story is told in this issue, and it's such a great story that shifted my understanding of her a lot. The art, once again, is by Giorello, keep it in mind.

Yoda: Dark Rendezvous - by Sean Stewart (Japanese cover, once again) Last but certainly not least, the Legends Clone Wars book I've heard the most positive reviews of, and was not disappointed in the slightest. It is as good as they say. The story doesn't focus on Asajj, and she isn't even the main antagonist, but she gets a meaningful role in it and has her place and her arc in the story. It's also my favorite approach to how Asajj would act when she has to deal with children. Worth the hype and an excellent book to read unrelated to Asajj.

Alright, that's all! I hope you check out at least one of these, they're all great. As said before, I also have a complete list of everything Asajj in chronological order. Feel free to ask me anything about the list and the things in it. I can also give a complete comic reading list for her, since it's a bit more than just the issues she appeared in. For anyone struggling with the accessibility of these recommendations, I have a hopefully comprehensive guide in the complete appearances post. And now just this list because I promised that:

Canon 1) Dooku: Jedi Lost Audiodrama - Script by Cavan Scott, preformed by full cast (also available in Script format) 2) Brotherhood - by Mike Chen 3) Star Wars: Hyperspace Stories #5 - Written by Amanda Deibert, with art by Riccardo Faccini (Variant cover by Cary Nord) 4) Worthless - a short story from Stories of Jedi and Sith - written by Delilah S. Dawson with an illustration by Jake Bartok 5) Star Wars Adventures: Return to Vader's Castle #3 - Written by Cavan Scott with art by Francesco Francavilla & Nick Brokenshire 6) Sisters - a short comic story from the Age of Republic Special - written by Jody Houser with art by Carlos Gómez

Legends 1) Star Wars: Republic: The New Face of War - 2-issue Comic arc (Star Wars: Republic #51-52) - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello 2) Star Wars: Republic #53 - written by W. Haden Blackman, with art by Brian Ching 3) Dark Heart - short story by August and Cynthia Hahn 4) The Cestus Deception - by Steven Barnes 5) Star Wars: Republic #60 - written by W. Haden Blackman with art by Tomás Giorello 6) Yoda: Dark Rendezvous - by Sean Stewart

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physalian · 19 days

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On Writing Theme (Or, Make it a Question)

An element of story so superficially understood and yet is the backbone of what your work is trying to say. Theme is my favorite element to design and implement and the easiest way to do that? Make it a question.

A solid theme takes an okay action movie and propels it into blockbuster infamy, like Curse of the Black Pearl. It turns yet another Batman adaptation into an endlessly rewatchable masterpiece, seeing the same characters reinvented yet again and still seeing something new, in The Dark Knight. It’s the spiraling drain at the bottom of classic tragedies, pulling its characters inevitably down to their dooms, like in The Great Gatsby.

Theme is more than just “dark and light” or “good and evil”. Those are elements that your story explores, but your theme is what your story *says* with those elements.

For example: Star Wars takes “dark vs light” incredibly literally (ignoring the Sequels). Dark vs Light is what the movies pit against each other. How the selfish, corrupted, short-sighted nature of the Dark Side inevitably leads to a self-fulfilling prophecy of doom—that’s what the story is about.

A story can have more than one theme, more than one statement it wants to make and more than one question to answer. Star Wars is also about the inevitable triumph of unity and ‘goodness’ over division and ‘evil’.

Part of why I love fantasy is how allegorical it can be. Yes I’m writing a story with vampires, but my questions to my characters are, “What makes a monster? Why is it a monster?” My characters’ arcs are the answer to my theme question.

Black Pearl is a movie that dabbles in the dichotomy between law-abiding soldiers and citizens, and the lawless pirates who elude them. Black Pearl’s theme is that one can be a pirate and also a good man, and that neither side is perfect or mutually exclusive, and that strictly adhering to either extreme will lead you to tragedy.

Implementing your theme means, in my opinion, staging your theme like a question and answering it with as many characters and plot beats as possible. In practice?

Q: Can a pirate be a good man? A: Jack is. Will is. Elizabeth is. Barbossa is selfish and short-sighted, and he loses. Norrington is too focused on propriety and selfless duty, and he loses.

Or, in Gatsby.

Q: Is life fulfilled by living in the past? A: Mr. Buchanan clings to his old-money ways and is a sour lout with no respect for anyone or himself. Daisy clings to a marriage that failed long ago, to retain an image and security she thinks she needs. Myrtle chases a man she can’t ever have. Her husband lusts after a wife who’s no longer his. Gatsby… well we all know what happens to him.

The more characters and plot beats you have to answer your theme’s question, the more cohesive a message you’ll send. It can be a statment the story backs up as well, as seen below, questions just naturally invite answers.

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Do you need a theme?

Not technically, no. Plenty of stories get by on their other solid elements and leave the audience to draw their own conclusions and take their own meaning and messages. Your average romance novel probably isn’t written with a moral. Neither are your 80s/90s action thrillers. Neither are many horror movies. Theme is usually reserved for dramas, and usually in dramatic fantasy and sci-fi, where the setting tends to be an allegory for whatever message the author is trying to send. That, and kids movies.

Sometimes you just want to tell a funny story and you don’t set out with any goals of espousing morals and lessons you want your readers to learn and that is perfectly okay. I still think saying *something* will make the funny funnier or the drama more dramatic or the romance more romantic, but that’s just me and what I like to read.

When it is there, it’s right in front of your face way more often than you might think. Here’s some direct quotes succinctly capturing the main theses of a couple famous works:

“He’s a good man.” / “No, he’s a pirate.” - Curse of the Black Pearl

“What are we holding onto, Sam?” / “That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.” - LotR, Two Towers

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.” - LotR, Fellowship of the Ring

“A person’s a person, no matter how small.” - Horton Hears a Who

“You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” - The Dark Knight

“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!” - The Great Gatsby

“Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.” & “Life finds a way.” - Jurassic Park

"Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind." - Lilo & Stitch

“But… I’m supposed to be beautiful.” / “You are beautiful.” - Shrek

“I didn’t kill him because he looked as scared as I was. I looked at him, and I saw myself.” - How to Train Your Dragon

“There are no accidents.” & “There is no secret ingredient.” & “You might wish for an apple or an orange, but you will get a peach.” - Kung Fu Panda

*If any of those are wrong, I did them entirely from memory, sue me.

Some of the best scenes in these stories are where the theme synthesizes in direct dialogue. There’s this moment of catharsis where you, the audience, knew what the story has been saying, but now you get to hear it put into words.

Or, these are the lines that stick in your head as you watch the tragedy unfold around the characters and all they didn’t learn when they had the chance.

When it comes to stories that have a very strong moral and never feel like they’re preaching to you, look no further than classic Pixar movies.

“Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.” - Ratatouille

“I’m not strong enough.” / “If we work together, you don’t have to be.” - The Incredibles

“Just keep swimming!” - Finding Nemo

Ellie’s adventure book, to live your own adventure, even if it’s not the one you thought it would be - Up

The Wheel Well montage, to slow down every once in a while, because in a flash, it’ll be gone - Cars

The entire first dialogue-less section of Wall-E, to stop our endless consumption or else

The real monsters are corporate consumption - Monsters Inc

One cannot fully appreciate happiness without a little sadness - Inside Out

With enough loud voices, the common man can overthrow The Man - A Bug’s Life

A person’s worth is not determined by their value to other people - Toy Story

These are the themes that I, personally, took from these movies as a kid and later in life. If I remembered the scripts any better I could probably pull some direct dialogue to support them, but, sadly, I do not have the entire Pixar catalog memorized.

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After you’ve suffered through rigorous literary analysis classes for years on end, the “lit analyst” hat kind of never comes off. Sometimes you try to find a theme where none exists, coming up with your own. Sometimes you can very easily see the skeleton attempt at having a theme and a message that came out half-baked, and all the missed opportunities to polish it.

Whatever the case, while theme isn’t *necessary*, having that through line, an axis around which your entire story revolves, can be a fantastic way to examine which elements of your WIP aren’t meshing with the rest, why a character is or isn’t clicking, how you want to end it, or, even, how you want to approach a sequel.

Unfortunately, very, very often, a movie, book, or season of TV has a fantastic execution of a theme in its first run, and the ensuing sequels forget all about it.

No one here is going to defend Michael Bay’s Transformers movies as cinematic masterpieces, however, the first movie did actually have a thematic through line: “No sacrifice, no victory.” They didn’t stick the landing but, you know, the attempt was made. Where is that theme at all in the sequels? Nonexistent. They could have even explored a different theme and they abandoned it altogether.

Black Pearl’s thematic efforts fell away to lore and worldbuilding in its two sequels. Not that they’re bad! I love Dead Man’s Chest, but to those who don’t like the sequels, that missing element may be part of why.

Shrek and Shrek 2 both centered on their theme of beauty being how you define it and no one else. Fiona finds true love in her “true” form, then strengthens that message in the sequel when she has the chance to be “normal” and conventionally attractive, and still chooses to be an ogre, to be with Shrek. Shrek 3’s theme is…?

When it was never there, that theme is missing isn’t so obvious. When it used to be there and got left behind, it leaves a crater in its wake everyone notices, even if they can’t pinpoint why.

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TLDR: Theme is more than just vague nouns and dichotomies. Good, evil, dark, light, selfishness, altruism, beauty, ugliness, riches, poverty, etc are what your story uses. Your theme is what your story has to say with those elements, using as many characters and plot points as possible to reinforce its message. Is it necessary? No. Is it helpful and does it lead to a richer experience? Yes.

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behoright · 1 year

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boyfriend! jack studnicka in bed

warnings: welp. smutty blurb. includes bdsm and kink. minors stay away.

a/n: @ancient-remnants-of-love , for you, lovely.

dsvnjkfdnvdkjvn soooooo

Jack

lovely jack

as we all know

very quiet

very private

good polite man

you guys met and just

simply fell in love

not much more than that

when I say this man

raises the standards for all men

....

Jack is straight out of a rom-com

he's just not afraid to love

it really doesn't matter what anyone else thinks

he wants the whole ordeal

constant flower deliveries when he's on the road

and special in-person deliveries when he comes back

chocolates at the beginning

until he found out you like candy better

he'll def surprise you with random gifts

but that doesn't really matter

he's always always present

hands always on you

and he looooves to kiss

if you grab his cheeks and plant kisses all over

he DIES

it literally makes his heart flutter and

he cannot help but smile

so um sex

was always just as sweet

he's def been blessed um

not only genetically (obv)

but um

technically

you never left the bed unsatisfied

not once

that being said

the more the months started to go by

you can tell that

it's not like he was holding back

but it's almost like there was

something

festering

something in his head

just starting to ignite

you tried to blame it on stress or work

maybe he's tired or something

but it didn't go away

you asked him a couple of times

and of course

in the most Jack fashion

he was soooo reassuring

still tho there was something there

so one day you had to be like

"baby, we need to talk."

his heart DROPS

"nothing bad, my love, nothing bad. I just have a question."

"doll, you can't scare me like that."

and you ask him seriously

"am I doing something wrong?"

and his puppy eyes are sparkling into yours

"baby, I told you, nothing wrong, you are so perf-"

"Jack, babe, you're always thinking about something else when we fuck."

and he doesn't say anything

"am I wrong? you can tell me, it's just, the vibe I get."

.....

"no," he sighs "you're not wrong."

"is, is it someone else?"

"no. no, absolutely not."

and you can tell he's serious. like his voice changes

"then what is it? you can tell me anything, Jack."

"I don't know, I don't want to scare you."

and you won't show it but you're like

????????

scare ?????

"no judgement, babe."

biting the inside of his cheek

like he always does when he's nervous

he looks up at you

and he looks so sweet and so tender

"I was just, uh, um..."

......

"thinking about rope."

you can't help it your face just drops

sorry??????

sweet lover boy prince Jack?????

"like, like you know my headboard has bars, like...

...maybe tying you on those."

and the rest is fucking HISTORY

over the course of your relationship

you guys have found to really

REALLY

enjoy BDSM

it's a big part of your bond

Jack really loves the bondage

that's his total favorite

any type of rope

western, Japanese, decorative

he'll do it all

he'll buy you lingerie and then surprise you

with matching rope

he just LOVES

the loops the knots

he gets very focused on all the details

and loves to see his masterpiece when its done

I'm talking about complicated shibari here

it tells him that you trust him enough to let him have control

your hands are literally tied

and he just wants to make you

twitch and moan until the end

he doesn't mind impact play

he'll do it if you ask

but it's not his first thought

he just wants to see you writhe in pleasure

this man has every single toy

vibrator

known to man

he’ll try every toy

every type of

technology

to make you cum

of course he loves overstim

its just the view of you

your skin all flushed and sweaty

he can feel the heat coming off your body

that’s another thing

temperature

sensation play

he fucking adores it

wax, ice cubes

lights on or off

blindfolds, feathers

blowing on your sweaty, hot skin

he just really likes you so

vulnerable

purposely for him

seeing you let go of the reigns

or your body in

different rope patterns

twisted in every and all ways

screaming moaning crying

he’s still so sweet

and just so curious

seeing you cum makes him so fucking hard he starts leaking

always has to cum inside you

it’s almost territorial

and he likes it a lot when you guys wake up

and he sees you sleeping with his cum leaking out of you

there are times however that he is not as sweet

…..when you ask

he changes so much

no smiley boy. suddenly it’s a huge man

ready to punish you

towering over you

he just wants you to feel pleasure so

when you act all bratty it drives him insane

he fucking gets so frustrated

and it’s been fun to channel that into

you

his fingers are so long it stings a little extra when he spanks

even tho paddles are his favorite

and if you’re extra talkative

those fingertips will go directly into your mouth

your eyes look so pretty when they water with his fingertips rubbing on your tongue

he’s just so easy to tease

to send risky pictures and texts when he’s out on team stuff

not nudes

but risky pictures

your silhouette behind all the shower steam

a view of a corner of your hip

or your cleavage

your lips wrapped around a strawberry

makes his jaw clench, knuckles turn white around his phone

when he gets back he can’t help but

just fucking take you

which is great because he’s soo gentle out of the bedroom

so when he fucks the shit out of you

i’m talking about

there’s a hole in the wall right where his headboard hits

oh and the bed frame is

a metal canopy frame

obv

so he can hang you spread you open you up on every single level

he does NOT want anyone else to be involved tho

he’d rather blast music from his room when you guys go visit his family back home

than let anyone get a hint of whats going on

but he’ll always keep that dynamic ON

groans when he cums

you will never get a whimper out of him

and he grits his teeth HARD too

he tenses all the way up bc he cums hard hard hard

enough to tremble

yes he has calluses from hockey but they worsen when

he grabs onto the rope tightly when he fills you up

jack’s the type that

he’s too shy to kiss you around his parents

but as soon as he shuts the door to your bedroom

he has you with a spreader bar bending over the bed

hands tied against the other rail

or the top rail so you're fully exposed

and he’ll use every hole all night

overstimulate you both

make you both leak until you see stars

but still melt in front of you the morning after

nuzzle into your neck when you’re in the elevator alone

or blush when you hold hands in public

🤷🏻‍♀️

#jack studnicka #jack studnicka rpf #jack studnicka smut #jack studnicka x reader #jack studnicka imagine #jack studnicka blurb #smut #nhl #nhl smut #nhl rpf #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl players #vancouver canucks #boston bruins

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thana-topsy · 9 months

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If you're up for sharing more writing tips, how can I tell if what I've written is actually any good? With writing I get stuck in a cycle of feeling like I'm the next Shakespeare while writing but then I'll look over my work a few days later and absolutely hate everything and think it's the most cringe shit ever, then I'll leave it a bit longer and think eh it's not as bad as I thought but still not great and so on. I feel like being forced to write for a grade during school and having everything be marked and assessed and assigned a particular value has robbed me of the ability to critically analyse my own work in a way that's objective and accurate but also fair and realistic. I can analyse other peoples' stuff till the cows come home but I lose all rational thought when it comes to my own stuff

Adding onto that, how do I get to the point where I can stop looking back at my old work and hating everything and wanting to delete it all? Realistically I know finding fault with my old stuff is good bc it means I've grown and improved from where I once was etc but at the same time I wanna enjoy stuff I've made in the past without cringing every time I read it

Hey there Nony, I wanted to let this one percolate a little bit before answering because I've been where you are. And it's a rough time for sure. But aside from my own experiences, I also wanted to get the opinions of some of my writerly friends in the fandom, too, since everyone is a little font of wisdom in their own right.

So I'm going to share their advice alongside my own, because this is kind of a complicated string of questions you're asking. Long post ahead!

@paraparadigm says to Keep Writing: "Write more. Write so much (and so many different things) that eventually the sheer volume bulldozes over self-devouring ego, comparison twitches, or feeling lost, because you don't yet know your own baseline. Coupled with "read more, read everything, read things you enjoy and things you don't, read for the craft as much as the entertainment." And: "I'd add that when revisiting old writing, it's helpful for me to differentiate between "ew the writing is not as technically solid as it is now" and "ah that's interesting, I guess that's where I was at then, emotionally and psychologically". Old writing is also a sort of archaeological record of your younger self, and that can, in fact, be a bit itchy to revisit, so learning to cherish that without passing judgement can be really helpful. I try to treat it like those little marks one puts on the door jamb to track a kid's height."

@mareenavee says "Part of it is writing more, as Para said and I will always second that. Another part is, honestly, the hardest part. It's to try very hard to get out of the habit of negative self-talk.... There's so much work involved with this but normalizing being proud of your work and having some grace with yourself is part of that answer."

@archangelsunited says "Early on, instead of going “this has to be a masterpiece” I would tell myself my only job was to tell a story. I couldn’t tell a story if I was deleting it. Also, talking about your work helps. The less ashamed I was of my writing, the more people wanted to read it. There is a need to hide your work, and that can lead to a downward spiral all its own. And, 90% of the time, you have to suck at something to learn to be good at something. The work you already wrote shouldn’t be the sum of all your skill, it should be one of those measuring sticks for the moment. Despite previous thought, you won’t be stuck at the same level forever."

@polypolymorph says "In addition to accumulating experience via reading and writing, you also have to be willing to reinvent the wheel. Unfortunately the Process™️ is unique to everyone, and even when you are deliberately mimicking a voice as, say, a ghost writer, you can't expect that 2+2=4 for you. Your process might look more like a Lotka-Volterra equation for the same type of work and that's okay. Trial and error is the best way to figure out what advice actually works for you--and if it doesn't, it doesn't mean you're wrong. Don't get stuck on pop writing advice like a sad roomba does on an upturned rug. Learn when to throw it out."

So there's some advice from some other excellent writers! I hope you've been able to find some value in their advice, because it certainly kicked me in the pants a few times.

As for me, I think, having been where you are, my biggest piece of advice is: Find joy in the craft. Get curious instead of critical. An artist shouldn't down themselves over a rough sketch when they're working out a drawing, so why would a writer do such a thing? Everything you write is practice. Everything you make has value because it builds up to the next thing you make.

At the end of the day, you are the only one who is capable of telling the stories that are in your head. This fact alone gives whatever you put onto paper value, regardless of quality. You are creating magic, in the most literal sense! Creating something out of nothing, conjuring images into someone else's mind from hundreds of thousands of miles away, transcending space and time. It's amazing!

Lastly, my final piece of advice is to just write for fun. Write things nobody else will ever see just because you wanted to get words onto paper. You have to unlearn what was drilled into you in school. You are more than a content creation machine. You are an artist, a wordsmith. And just know that there will never be a day when you look at your own work and say "That's it, I have achieved perfection."

Writing is a life-long journey. Just enjoy the ride!

#topsy's asks #writing #on writing #writing advice #writeblr #fanfiction

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theseshipsshallsail · 10 months

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Happy 3 year Call Me-Versary to me 🍑

Prequel to the journal fics, so can be read as a stand-alone.

Heaven, he’s found, exists within in a precocious brat with a penchant for classical music and obscure French novels, and Oliver can’t help smiling as he props his chin in his palm, the tips of two fingers tracing reverently over the rose-bud pout of Elio’s lower lip.

A lip his malakh then bites; a too-knowing trait that drives Oliver half-wild with wanting each time he does it.

Breathless, he continues his explorations to the freckled constellation behind his left ear. Sweeps the pad of his thumb along the smooth curve of Elio’s jaw. It’s a familiar journey that somehow still feels like a discovery, and Oliver commits the details of Elio’s face to memory as he drops a kiss to his bobbing Adam’s apple, earning a heart-felt moan when wandering digits slide southwards to the waistband of his bathing suit.

Oliver’s bathing suit, technically, and the possessive thrill of seeing Elio in his clothes has yet to fade.

The cords at his naval are tied loosely, and recent experience shows that one sharp tug will bring them to Elio’s knees, exposing his secrets and eager manhood alike. That’s not what Oliver craves right now, though - flanked by gnarled olive trees and stunted pines - and the lean grooves of Elio’s stomach tense as he picks at the knot slowly.

Already, his erection strains beneath the yellow cotton, and Oliver knows he’s just aching to be free of the netted material. But patience is a virtue, or so they say, and still he takes his time. Stretching out Elio’s desire and need. Feeding it. Rewarding him with a second kiss to his nipple when slender fingers wrap around his wrist, flexing repeatedly in silent entreaty.

“Look at you,” Oliver murmurs, angling up to sample that tortuous bottom lip for himself.

The way it plumps and swells in his mouth holds him in thrall, and Oliver nibbles playfully as he squeezes the jut of Elio’s hip once, twice, three times deliberately. His cheeks ache from an unstoppable grin. Blood thrums at his temple. Happiness spreads through every corner of his being, and it’s only when Elio’s breathing picks up that he finally, finally, eases the bunched material from his pearling crown.

“What about me?” Elio asks belatedly - squirming to kick the borrowed trunks from his ankles - and Oliver allows it, struggling to focus with so much beauty laid sprawled in a canvas of aster and cornflowers.

He’s hard himself - uncomfortably so - but his focus is otherwise engaged as it flicks from Elio’s wiry forearms to his heaving chest. His tapered waist to the dark curls at his groin. Monet himself could paint no better masterpiece, and put together the sum of his parts leaves Oliver desperate for more.

“Sometimes,” he murmurs, removing a leaf that’s gotten snagged in Elio’s hair. “...I can’t help thinking I wasn’t real until I met you.”

Elio hums. Soft and playful. “That’s funny,” he says, draping his arms around his neck. “Sometimes I think I dreamed you into life.”

There’s a quiet moment of understanding. Gentle as the ocean waves lapping the cliff’s edge below. They might be a secret to the rest of the world, but the pair of them know what they mean to one another, and Oliver’s eyes burn with unsatisfied tears as he slips a still-clothed thigh between Elio’s, pinning him down as the steady push-pull of stimulation drives them ever higher.

Elio goes immediately pliant - content like always to be naked before him - and Oliver pins his wrists above his head, wondering if love always feels so overwhelming. So electric. So gut-wrenchingly painful. There will never be enough time to slake his longing, and loath as he is to admit it, Oliver’s already preparing for the day he can’t quite recall the sound of Elio’s pleasure.

The specific point on his side that makes him giggle and squirm.

The sense of utter completion he’s discovered nowhere save the sanctuary of his arms.

He knows who he’s supposed to be. Who he needs to be. And despite his deepest wishes Elio Perlman will soon be lost to the relentless march of time. The burden of family responsibility is Oliver’s only option, and in following the path of least resistance he must consign his first love - his forever love - to some tchotchke-ridden corner of his consciousness.

A sun-bleached chapter of freedom and candour, when if he were just a little braver, it could be an entire book.

#cmbyn fanfic #elio x oliver #journal fic prequel #call me by your name

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maniculum · 4 months

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So, this one is from Cambridge's MS Kk.4.25, which Cambridge's digital library describes as a "didactic miscellany". There's actually quite a lot of information on this manuscript accompanying their digitization... I'm putting a cut here before I start throwing in the links and images and stuff.

All right, link:

The manuscript is from England circa 1230, and is apparently from the same tradition as another of their bestiaries (Fitzwilliam MS 254). One of the major differences between the two is that this contains a couple extra chapters, including one enigmatically titled "The Four Ways it is Sinful". (The four ways what is sinful? You know. It.)

The description also tells us this is "a masterpiece of bestiary imagery, often overlooked in discussions of the most beautiful examples," which is not the vibe I was getting from the Flat Crocodile at the top of this post, so hold on a bit while I flip through the digitization.

Okay, so Flat Crocodile is not representative, this is really good. The section on sea creatures is quite charming also. I recommend everyone go follow that link above and flip through it a bit -- there's a table of contents you can use to skip straight to the bestiary.

Anyway, to the point of this whole thing. This critter is supposedly a scorpion, and in fact appears in the "worms / vermin" section of the bestiary. If I'm reading the Latin correctly, it comes between the leech:

and the caterpillar:

Despite that context -- i.e., it being in the correct section and surrounded by other things that fall into the medieval category of "worm" (remember, that's a broad category for them, it includes insects and arachnids like scorpions just fine), our artist has drawn what is clearly the only reptile in the chapter:

It even says "Scorpio vermis" right under the image, jfc.

Also, the lumps around the base of the tail can't be credited to Pliny's "knots" as mentioned before; I counted at least three other lizards with those same lumps when I was looking through the digitization, so it's just part of the artist's style.

Speaking of the artist's style, this one should be exempt from the "identifiably a different animal" penalty because it has little ears and a generally mammalian head... except that's, again, how this artist draws all their lizards. In fact, this "scorpion" is basically identical to the Botrax/Botruca a few pages earlier:

I'm making the executive decision than this penalty applies when the artist is just re-using the design of another critter in the same bestiary, even if technically that's not a real animal.

All right, points:

Small Scuttling Beaſtie? ✓, sure, in context we can assume such

Pincers? ✘

Exoskeleton or Shell? ✘

Visible Stinger? ✘

Limbs? 4

Vibes... I dunno. It's fine. It's a lizard, which is nice enough, but we've had much better lizards. And it's kind of losing out in comparison to the other illustrations in this manuscript. I went back and forth between a 2 and a 3, and eventually decided to just settle at 2.5 / 10.

As previously mentioned, -1 for copying. Which... oh dear. Makes this officially the Third Worst Scorpion, sorry Flat Croc fans.

Final points:

2.9 / 10

Eyes on your own work.

#medieval scorpions

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t4tozier · 3 months

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May I be of service to you on your dad bod richie quest?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21977446

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26650783

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26514844

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26700664

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26659630

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29446968

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23372842

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29978004

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29436249

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29512068

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30842042

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25073770

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24374677

lmk if you want some more :)

stfu brb sobbing screaming biting thank you sooooo much this is perfect

i will update this as i read through the list! started are my faves :)

burn baby burn - explicit, 2/2, firefighter eddie tops absolute mess richie, written by the same person who wrote the absolute masterpiece predicament bondage

⭐️ joining up the pieces (together making one) - explicit oneshot, semi-canon compliant, bondmates and telepathy, bottom richie/top eddie, very soft and sappy and sweet

⭐️ you talk too much - mature, oneshot, married reddie, eddie pov, being deeply horny, deeply in love, and deeply possessive of his husband, no porn but lots of fun foreplay and beautiful prose! this one goes into the most detail about richie’s body so far i think

lay all your love on me - gen, oneshot, post-canon, eddie just wants deep pressure therapy from richie

at his fingertips - explicit, oneshot, post-canon, reddie roommates who wrestle with each other way too much for middle-aged men

pale pink with hearts - explicit, oneshot, richie pov, bottom richie wearing lingerie

touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips - explicit, oneshot, semi-canon compliant (eddie didn’t marry myra), confessions of love leading to sex (no penetration)

clear blue waters - explicit, oneshot but part of a loosely connected series, post-canon and amputee eddie <3 character study

under calico skies - explicit, oneshot, richie pov, insecurities, richie just wants to be wooed, valentine’s day

lessons learned - explicit, oneshot, richie pov, miscommunication, love confessions *must be logged into ao3 to read*

⭐️ that’s what you get for waking up in vegas - mature, 3/3, eddie pov, getting drunk and married in vegas, eddie/bev friendship. technically part of a series but it was last updated in 2021 and there isn’t another work :( so the work itself is finished but the story isn’t

⭐️ early in the morning - teen, oneshot, eddie pov, eddie being gushy over how much he loves richie. i always love in these fics where eddie is attracted to richie because of the reminder of his masculinity, bc it’s something that confirms and validates his sexuality, while also just being attracted to him because it’s richie

⭐️ i see love shine - explicit, oneshot but second in a series so i recommend reading the other one first for maximum context and feels, richie pov, bottom richie, post-canon

thank you so much for all of these recs, anon!! not all of them went into detail about richie’s body as much as i crave but they were all fun and sweet and well-written so i appreciate you introducing me to new writers!!

#reference #richie tozier

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ar-feyniel · 7 days

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by dear @luthien-under-bough

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

878,730. That's insane actually now that I think about it.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

HOTD/ASOIAF, but also dabbling into "The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue"

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Maternal love - Aemma-centric time-travel fix-it

Armistice - slow-burn(ish), enemies-to-lovers epic fic with human sacrifice and a lot of denial of feelings. And magic!

daughter's wrath - early marriage Daemyra, basically a "what if Rhaenyra married Daemon once her father's marriage to Alicent is announced". Brat!Nyra to its fullest.

Violet-Eyed Jealousy - my biggest claim to fame, the thing that started daddy-in-law agenda, canonverse.

Passion driven - my very first attempt at writing for this fandom and in English overall, the whole fic is shorter than some of my current one-shots lol, but it still hangs strong in top-5.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Unless they are mean, obnoxious or demanding.

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

Probably you took everything from me because it's Daemma, canonverse, and they are doomed lol.

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

Tbh almost all my fics end with "they fuck and are happy", it's hard to pick just one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I do, occasionally, and sometimes it upsets me, sometimes I just block and move on.

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

Mostly F/M, but also F/F and Multi. Haven't written any M/M yet, and as for kinks - well, I don't think I have any hard-nos at this point haha

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

counting tides is technically a crossover because it's heavily based on "The Odyssey" and is adapted to ASOIAF setting.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, unfortunately.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, without my permission lol. I made the mods take it down.

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

No, but I plan to! With an author who I consider to be a dear friend of mine. <3

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Daemyra - and if we talk about other fandoms, I have my preferences, but Daemyra is *the* brainrot.

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

the poison in my blood has your name. This fic was plagiarised and I have no idea whether I will come back to it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterisation, probably? I also like to believe my premises are creative.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Consistency, that's easy haha. My creativity and inspiration are too fickle.

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

I don't see the point. Whenever I encounter High Valyrian or any other language I don't speak in a fic, I just skip this part and never bother with looking for translation.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Silmarillion.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

maybe this thing was a masterpiece ('til you tore it all up) - it's an angsty modern AU that is probably my best writing ever. I cried when writing it, and every time I reread it, there is a knot in my chest. This is something I am really proud of.

no pressure tags @calenlily @grandlovescheme @awfullylongtime

#writing #games

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smittenbyvillains · 1 year

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Alright since the first fanfic I asked was a ✨Masterpiece ✨here's another one that I pulled out of my skull so what if the reader was a famous singer/ celebrity and your dating valtor 🤗 (I kinda see Valtor as our bodyguard kinda 😳👀)( also I can't wait to see what happens in the next chapter)

Honestly, I thought of this before and had the perfect idea for it. Don't worry Valtor is technically gonna still be a villain ;)

You had a concert tonight. Valtor was still not happy about you going to perform even after you keep getting attacked. You keep telling him not to worry. You could handle them and you knew your fans were counting on you to do this. He may have been harsh to you and others but he only wanted you to be safe.

The guys trying to get you were seriously dangerous. They knew you a fairy and wanted to get rid of you after they got done were plan. Valtor stopped them the first time. Before you went on stage you kissed Valtors cheek.

"I will be okay Val... and if anything happens you are here to protect me." You smiled at him. He chuckled at how you were quickly affecting him. He nodded and kissed your forehead.

"I know, I just worry... I'm more than your bodyguard. Why do you even have me here? I am still a bad guy." He said.

"Because I saw a different part of you." You shrugged. You headed to the stage and started to perform. In the middle of your show, there was a big boom started. There was smoke everywhere.

You were coughing and Valtor was watching closely before running to get you. Before he could reach you one of the guy's grabbed your arm. You screamed. Valtor saw red. Valtor came to you and blasted the guy trying to steal you with a spell to knock him out. Valtor held you close.

You hid in Valtors chest. You were regretting this. Valtor just made sure you were quiet and held you. Soon the Winx came and got rid of the guys. Valtor didn't like them here but they were your friends. Valtor held you tightly as they landed.

"Are you okay Y/N?" Bloom asked you. You nodded against Valtor.

"Please don't take Valtor away from me..." You mumbled. Valtor had been hiding when he was with you. Valtor had a pleading look facing the Winx. Bloom frowned.

"You know you still both have to come with us. Faragonda isn't going to be happy but maybe a deal can be worked out." Bloom said. The other girls nodded. The crowd of fans were already taken away from the scene quickly.

"Thank you Valtor." You whispered into him.

Faragonda ended up being able to make a deal with Valtor. Valtor had to stay by your side but also work at Alfea for a few years. He did it so he could be with you. After all he will do anything for the love of his life.

You still performed and he always stayed close in the back just in case and cheered you on. You often made songs about him and he would always have a big smile on his face.

Your life was amazing.

#valtor x reader #valtor #winx valtor #singer au #winx club #winx bloom #winx faragonda

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weekend-whip · 9 months

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Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 7

Prompts: Gen / Team Fics! (IIIIITS THE GRAND FINALEEEEEE)

lloyd garmadon makes kai smith cry on his birthday- Has been recc'ed a couple times but *I* just read it and now *I* have to rec it too! The brotherly dynamic between the two already has me by the throat, but then both of their perspectives on birthdays just really helps drive the point home!! So pleased to have this fic shown to me!

Aftermaths: Lloyd and Kai post-MotO and oof they both go through it emotionally

Visionary- A fic jam-PACKED with introspective and dynamics with the main six, consisting of Lloyd getting a glimpse of what the other's went through prior to becoming ninja (and other hardships), while the other five use their experiences to help Lloyd move forward with his own troubles. That's...literally the barest I can break this fic down into, but there's soooo many emotions and moments and perspective and AAAAAA

An Endless Light: Made ME weep, man. WEEP I SAY. An immortal Lloyd just loves his family, man. AND GODDD THE ENDINGGGGG

the L-word: FIVE TIMES THE NINJA TELL LLOYD THEY LOVE HIM (and the one time he says it back) THE FOUND FAMILY VIBES ARE STRONG WITH THIS ONE!!! PLATONIC USAGES OF I LOVE YOU *throws flowers petals* LET THE PEOPLE LOVE OUT LOUD!!

The Sun Rises Every Single Night: TIME TRAVEL FIC of Lloyd contending with holy crap how much things have CHANGED but also, despite everything, he is still himself. Kind of a character study, but all entertaining and wholesome ;w;

Time Marches On: A fic that is lamentably not finished, but the chapter that IS there is a wonderful reflection by Wu on how his students have changed (I like time-reflective fics, I suppose) punctuated with a heart-wrenching conversation with Lloyd, which is something I will always love to see~ (but pls if for nothing else the Wu+Lloyd convo is so GOOD *rolls around*)

Thank You, For Giving Me Wings: Or, Five Times the Ninja accidentally called Wu 'Dad' (and the one time one of them didn't on purpose). Oh look, another time-reflective piece about Wu and the Ninja, but this time by me! And could be finished if the Nya chapter didn't give me such a writer's block on how to phrase what I want to saaaay *wails* Anywaaaay, lot of Wu and lots of family emotions and lots of the ninja being vulnerable and soft in their "father's" presence ;w;)/

Some Burn Hot, Some Burn Cold: A story about Lloyd, Elemental Powers, and the effects both those things can have on the ninja's emotions. Everyone's got a role to play in this one, though the parts with Cole and Lloyd hit me the hardest, man. Also may or may not have been my inspiration for Elemental Outbursts ;P

All I Want For Christmas is You: If I had a nickel for every time I recc'ed a Christmas fic in the middle of July, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's (about to) happen twice (aka Lloyd experiences Christmas for the first time and attempts to hide that fact and the ninja simply love him very very very much in the process).

All I'm Asking For- And last but most certainly not least, my other very favorite Ninjago fic ever, the masterpiece that inspired me to get back into writing to begin with ;w;

Kind of a (Christmas-y) AU the diverts from MotO but doesn't necessarily contradict it either, my mere meager description just cannot do it the justice it deserves! Everyone gets some form of closure after all these years of fighting to just be okay, even if for a little while, all sprinkled with marvelous character moments and interactions and holiday shenanigans that are guaranteed to warm your heart at one point or another. A great pick me up to dive back into year round regardless (as I do)

(this fic is technically and obviously about everyone, but the way it starts and ends with Cole's perspective on his team............ *bursts into tears* something about it just feels so perfectly right in a way I still can't manage to explain. But know I hold this fic so very near and dear to my heart and you should too <3)

And that is it! Woot, didn't think I'd make it every day, but turns out I read a lot more than I think! Shoutout to @21st-century-ninja for putting this all together!!

#ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago fic rec week #fic recs #how nice it has been #to go back and reflect on all i have ever loved #(well most of it anyway)

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risingsunresistance · 1 month

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21 25 30

For the song thing

21. three songs of your childhood

midnight - coldplay feels weird calling this my childhood but. it was 10 years ago. i was 13 😭 i remember when ghost stories dropped and i was scrambling to find a cd. got to midnight on the album and was just sitting there staring out my window like "........ THIS IS COLDPLAY?"

swedish house mafia - don't you worry child this song left me in shambles fkjhdg. also WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE OFFICIAL VIDEO HAS NEARLY 1B VIEWS HUH??? i have no scope of how popular things are-

linkin park - valentine's day the first time i heard this song was on the way to an easter church service *(&#@(*%^*#@& it took me so long to find out which linkin park song it was i had heard and tbh i'm still not 100% sure this was the right one. the radio we had at the time didn't have a display so all i have is my terrible memory to go off of lmao

25. three favorite songs of 2017

i dont even remember 2017 tbh but another light released in 2017 so

memories lie - red vox

settle for less - red vox

this was technically RELEASED in 2018 but recorded with the rest of another light so i'm counting it. please listen to stranded - red vox it is a masterpiece

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

errasuriz - kiltro the part at 2:49 kills me it changed my life forever

creature - half alive i am creation both haunted and holy, made in glory... GOD.

honeywell - clem turner this is actually one of the best songs i've ever heard and i'm really mad that it hasn't even hit 250k

#asks #anons #again sorry it took so long but i take these asks very seriously i am so serious about sharing music KJHFKG

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Anime Review: Four Romcoms

Skip and Loafer won this season's poll to see which anime would get reviewed, but I accidentally only set the poll for a day instead of a week and don't really have enough to say about it to fill a full review, so instead I'm going to review all four of the romance anime I watched this season.

Skip and Loafer

Where to Watch: crunchyroll

Basic Premise: over-achieving rural girl moves to tokyo and almost immediately befriends a former child actor

Maybe it's because I'm too old, maybe the stuff that has the manga readers singing this series' praises all over the internet doesn't really kick in until after the part where the anime ends, maybe it's because the mere existence of a trans person that isn't a joke isn't enough for me to automatically declare something a once-in-a-generation masterpiece (though it is definitely always nice), or maybe it just had the bad luck to air in the same season as the beautifully produced adaptation of one of my current favorite manga, but I don't really get what all the fuss is about. It's a good show. I enjoyed it immensely. I do not think it's the greatest high school romance of all time or whatever.

Mitsumi is a great protagonist, she and Shima manage to avoid any of the contrived pitfalls that typically plague high school romcom anime, the supporting cast are all fun and distinctive, and it's got a trans character that isn't a joke and is allowed to have a character other than being the token queer, and every single joke and emotional beat lands as intended. Any issues I have are 100% "me" problems and mainly boil down to my having let my expectations get raised a little bit higher than I probably should have. Definitely check it out. Just, y'know, don't expect anything life-changing.

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My Love Story with Yamada-kun at LV999

Where to Watch: crunchyroll

Basic Premise: college girl copes with getting dumped by becoming rl friends with her mmo guildmates

I tease, but this is one of those rare cases where the romance between the legal adult and the still-technically-a-child doesn't bother me too much. For one thing, Yamada is 18 so he crosses the "half-your-age-plus-seven" threshold, and for another, he has a job and is living independently so he and Akane are roughly at the same life stage despite one of them being in college and the other being in high school. If anything, it's more an aesthetic choice. Yamada could have been a freshman at her college or not been a student of any kind at all and all that would really change is the outfit he wears sometimes.

Either way, this show is just a lot of fun. The cast is great, it's got the cutest old man character in the history of either old men or characters, almost every single joke lands, and it's vague enough about the mechanics of it's fake MMO (which is apparently based on an actual MMO that I've never played or heard of) that I didn't have to spend any time being distracted by nitpicks like an absurdly high level cap or a weirdly empty hotbar.

If a hole was left in your heart by the revelation that Recovery of an MMO Junkie was directed by a piece of shit, this could be the show to fill it.

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Kubo Won't Let Me Be Invisible

Where to Watch: hidive

Basic Premise: girl pokes gentle fun at almost-supernaturally unassuming boy

This is technically a Winter 2023 anime, but it got hit by COVID delays so it didn't finish up until this season. This ended up doing it no favors, because although the overall production quality remained solid from beginning to end, it suddenly had to compete with another romcom with a similar premise that was better in pretty much every single respect.

That being said, this is still a very cute anime based on a very cute manga that deserves much more attention that it got. On the scale of "cute girl teases lame boy into liking her" anime, this is very solidly on the Teasing Master Takagi-san side of family friendliness, and is mainly a "nice people being nice to each other" type of iyashikei anime that may not be everyone's cup of tea, but is quite enjoyable if it is.

My only mark against it is that even though Shiraishi's whole thing is that he's supposed to be the mobbest of mob characters, the actual mob characters don't have eyes, so he's still very clearly a Main Character, which is like. C'mon, guys. You had one job.

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Dangers In My Heart

Where to Watch: hidive

Basic Premise: anxious loner gets dragged out of his shell by the most popular girl in his class

This is the series that I so cleverly alluded to twice already in this review. It's based on my favorite romance manga since Fruits Basket. It's got nearly the same basic premise as Kubo-san but executed far better in every single area it could be. I finished every episode with a huge grin and a warm heart.

Some viewers may have been put off by the description and opening scene that made it seem like it was about a kid planning to murder his classmates, but it's made clear very early on that the kid is just being 14. There isn't even any bullying--just a shy, awkward kid who is more or less left alone because his classmates figure he wants to be, and the latent murderer bit is dropped entirely by the end of episode 3.

I went into the anime as a manga fan with high expectations and every single one of them was met and then surpassed. It's getting a second season in January and I could not be more excited. If you watch nothing else on this list, watch Dangers In My Heart.

#skip and loafer #dangers in my heart #my love story with yamada kun at lv999 #kubo won't let me be invisible #spring 2023

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The Look.

“Is There Something I Should Know?” (1983) Duran Duran EMI - Capitol Records (Written by Simon Le Bon, John Taylor, Roger Taylor, Andy Taylor, Nick Rhodes) Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – No. 4

“[It was] completely separate from electronic music or the future…all the fucking Southern New Romantic bollocks. I mean, if we were ever called New Romantics there'd be a fight... 'Am I wearing a kilt? Am I wearing enough eyeliner? Is my shirt frilly enough?' Oh, fuck off!

- Paul McCluskey from Orchestral Manoeuvres in The Dark on The New Romantics

I love the term “across the pond”, which suggests that England, the mother country for the USA, is only a hop and a skip away, when in truth, the spaces between us are enormous. The innovations transferring from one continent to the other, especially with respect to music and fashion, have always had a strange and years-away delay that has been ongoing since the very beginning, as if the ideas were always awaiting the right winds, funding, and large, cumbersome, three-masted ships from the Colonial period to bring them over to us. Part of Modernism is to assume the new world will be changed; part of reality is that the change, as delivered, is much more elusive.

In 1982 the Second British Invasion was brought to the United States in color on MTV, and was ushered in by two very important videos: first and foremost with the complete smash “Don’t You Want Me” by The Human League (an electro masterpiece and forever influential) and then by Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like The Wolf”, their first bonafide, giant US hit. It wasn’t just MTV that had them on heavy rotation, it was nonstop over the airwaves as well: these two songs nearly swallowed up the 1982-83 season for radio. In truth there was so much happening with British artists over here that year it is dizzying to consider; sound and image were delivered with enormous speed, and very persuasively. It was a very rapid musical turnover (and considering my previous thoughts, I know this is ironic; however, a backlog is a backlog.) The only problem for me that year was that I loathed “Hungry Like The Wolf”; this included the song, and the stupid video, in which I believe Simon Le Bon is in animal drag pursuing a female through the jungle, but I can’t be sure: I refuse to look at it again after being forced to 500 times. I was also only mildly interested at the time in “Don’t You Want Me”, after being worn down by its’ endless radio play in the US. However, the invasion had begun.

As a teenager, there was a lot to process in 1982/83: music was now television, and MTV was our god. I wasn’t staying up late to look at the Brits, I was staying up late waiting for Prince to appear in a haze of multi-colored, neon-infused fog spinning around in high-heeled boots to “Little Red Corvette” (an incredible fusion of sound and image). There was a lot to look over: Men at Work with “Who Can It Be Now”, A Flock of Seagull’s “I Ran (So Far Away)” which was HUGE in the states, and even Bowie, the originator, coming back from the dead with the future-forward “Ashes to Ashes” being re-aired (1980). The Vee-jays talked and talked, and we absorbed every scene.

In 1983 Duran issued their 8th single, “Is There Something I Should Know?” straight to MTV in a video directed by Russell Mulcahy, and it was at this moment that I sat up and took notice. Technically the band had already conquered the UK and the US, but it took forever for these ideas to sail my way. Capitol Records was looking for another hit and had the band create this track after their best album, Rio, was already a sensation, and they were starting to work on their third, Seven and the Ragged Tiger (a hilariously late-imperial and overblown, if rather beautiful, mess). For me, watching on TV, this video was my first impression of The New Romantics ever. Even though DD's style had already moved forward into clothes that were more New wave, I could sense the old style running through the images. Mulcahy, a true innovator in music videos, had directed many of Duran Duran’s previous clips, as well as for many other artists (notably Buggles “Video Killed The Radio Star”, MTVs first-ever video broadcast, and most representatively Duran’s “Planet Earth”, which, shockingly, I had missed). His work initiated many of the classic techniques in video: spot lighting, jump cuts, platform stages, empty spaces, slo-motion, breaking glass, fog, bifurcated screens, costumes, nonsense—you name it.

Unbeknownst to me at that time, Capitol tacked this single on to Duran Duran’s first, self-titled debut LP (1981) for the 1983 US re-release, to capitalize on the huge success of Rio’s “Hungry Like the Wolf”. Until this post, I was always confused at the range of style changes and images that we took in from Duran in ’83, and why I assumed this look was from 1981. We were all taking in so much British fashion then it was impossible to sort any of it out. The video, however, was sharp, clean, and brilliant, the clothes still holding a bit of the New Romantic flounce and swagger, but cut leaner, and cleaner; the bandmembers, by now seasoned stars, had clothes, hair and makeup all perfected in an exactitude of knowing postures, and the song was one of their best, and hookiest, with old touches of guitar from their previous work, and with synth-work that looked forward to the next record. But in 1983, I thought that this was vintage Duran.

Fashion is a curiously hard thing to pin down, especially considering the clothes from London and Birmingham in the late 70s and early 80s. I would submit that a classic, classic New Romantic look would be the Duran Duran of 1981: lots of makeup, lots of flounce and ruffles, lots of teased up hair (even a ponytail, here or there). The beginning of the look sprang up alongside of punk (which was anarchic and utilitarian); Bowie and Bolan would be among the New Romantic inspirations. By the time of the 80s things moved quickly, and Malcolm McClaren and Vivienne Westwood’s Sex shop become involved (Westwood’s Pirate collection in 1981—think Adam and the Ants—is a clear expansion of New Romantic fashion); however the Sex shop was also an expression of Punk fashion, and much more avant-garde, so the ideas began to merge and mutate. By 1983, to be called a New Romantic band became an insult (and to these eyes a downright homophobic assault on foppery and artifice) and many bands distanced themselves from the title, if not outright denied it. Even a band like Spandau Ballet (a true New Romantic sensation from the Blitz club in London) moved away from those associations, and began to wear suits. With the Duran of 1983 everything was trimmed down but one could see they were unashamed; if their clothes flounced less, they still had the spirit in them. This was in contrast to the bands that resented the association for whatever reason: ABC, Depeche Mode, The Human League, Soft Cell, Simple Minds, Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark, and Talk Talk. The other band closely associated with it, Culture Club, was fronted by Boy George, whose fashion sense ran from Bowie to Punk. He seemed neither to take offense nor to care what they called him as long as they were looking.

Back in America I was watching all of this late at night on television—too late. Many of these styles had emerged and were already smoldering in the ashes before we could understand or appropriate them here. New wave we got, New Romantic we did not. It did all rather re-flower in the mid to late 80s for us, however. Looking at the back of the vinyl from the offshoot band Arcadia (with three members of Duran, 1985) I would say their old style had returned. Around this period there were lots of brooches and asymmetrical haircuts, lots of layers, and lots of unashamed extra everything from nearly every pop artist everywhere. I think the British divisions had finally synthesized into a catch-all aesthetic. In fact, it was this extra-ness that we now think of in America when we think of 1980s pop music.

Back cover from Arcadia's So Red The Rose (1985)

But please—don’t call it New Romantic. It just isn’t cool.

There were so many styles that emerged in the 80s from the streets, but none better than Bananarama, who were never hard to understand, being appropriated from street culture in England. Like the Go-Gos, when you saw them, it was pretty clear what they were doing stylistically, and it was never anachronistic. US or UK, you just got it.

Researching this entry, and looking around on the internet, I became interested in the word “naff”, which because it is British has had many permutations, but mostly means awful, ugly, no-good. I texted my friend British Rachel for the definition:

Me: Define “naff” Her: Deely Boppers and Ra Ra skirts. That was the 80s here. Nightmare. Thank god for Bananarama!

On an internet message board from The Guardian, I found a more complete, and complex, definition:

Naff is polari (or palare), the gay urban secret language developed in London to ensure conversational privacy in public when talking about gay sex or insulting straight people. Polari was widespread in London, and particularly in the theatre, from the 1940s-1960s, suffered a decline in the 1970s and 1980s, and has had a revival since the 1990s. It consists of snippets of Italian, Latin, Spanish, Yiddish, Cockney Rhyming Slang, Black-slang and acronyms. Naff is an example of the latter - Normal As Fuck - and means drab, unfashionable, dull. By extension, it is a defining characteristic of straight people, who lack the style and swagger of the urban homosexuals.

- Gerard Forde, London, UK

Well. Excluding Duran Duran, of course.

#1983 #duran duran #popmusic #new romantics #vivienne westwood #malcolm mclaren #mtv

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Riddle Me Piss

“The project could have been finished hours, if not days ago, had I employed my own genius, but I graciously allowed you to toy around and perhaps gain even a modicum of skill. Yet, the headway you’ve made on my goals is inadequate, and the ineptitude of your technical ability is only eclipsed by your lack of respect. Should I look the other way as you disregard the terms of your employment in my workshop when you already contribute so little?” “If you want to trailblaze mediocrity, I’ll escort you to the door. I’m certain Dent or Cobblepot could use another mindless, incompetent goon. Otherwise, control yourself and just complete the task at hand.”

arkham!riddler x reader (gender neutral), omorashi, piss, honestly very little piss it's mostly them arguing, i just thought his rules in knight were INTERESTING, no use of y/n, 2.9k words, ao3 link if you wish

“At this rate, I should be done in under three hours!” You beamed up at your creation, and your creation returned the smile! Somewhat. It had been weeks you spent on this project in the notorious and infamously annoying Riddler’s workshop. The humanoid robot you’d been working to build so tirelessly was finally nearing completion, and you were giddy to see your project take form. Your boss would call it his project, but you had done the bulk of the work. He had drafted the schematics, but it was you hauling huge hunks of metal into the sewers! Running wires, oiling joints, nearly blowing your own eyebrows off when a controlled test explosion suddenly became uncontrollable, it was all you.

Despite it all, you could look back on the last few months fondly. While being employed by the Riddler wouldn’t be considered glamorous to most, you were ecstatic when he hired you as his assistant. Even if your job had mostly been transporting materials and cleaning up his sewer hideout the best you could. The robot that towered before you was, hopefully, your ticket to even more exciting opportunities. You didn’t just seek him out because you were desperate for work, but because you were desperate for work you actually cared about. You were also a little desperate for his approval, but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind.

Today, the workshop was particularly lively, both of you working in the same space. The air buzzed with the electrical crackling coming from your station, and the banging and whirring of a myriad bunch of tools from his. You looked to Edward for an assessment of your remaining work, hoping he could peel himself away from his own mechanism he’d been pouring over for countless hours. With a bit of verbal prodding you captured his attention, and he gave your project a cursory glance, an absentminded thumbs up, and returned to his own task one table over. A little disappointed with his indifference, but grateful that he didn’t have a tirade on the quality of your craftsmanship this time, you grinned.

Leaning away from your masterpiece, you pulled one of your arms out of the robot’s chest cavity, groaning as you stretched your muscles and rolled your shoulder. You couldn’t remember when you last had your arm free, likely hours ago. With a hand hovering over an electrical switch on your workbench, you prepared to temporarily put the robot in stasis. “I’ll be right back.“

Suddenly Ed was a bit more invested. While still hunched over his own work, he replied, “Excuse me? If you disengage the power without the lines fully linked, this entire stage will have to be restarted from the beginning.”

“Then I’ll just restart this part from the beginning,“ you shrugged. “I’m the one working this ‘bot, anyway. I’ll handle it, even if it takes a little more time.”

“And what is so important that you would halt my project’s progress at such a crucial point?”

“I’ve…just gotta take a piss?” you nervously chuckled.

He heaved an irritated sigh. “I don’t have you employed here to retrace steps and redo completed work. Especially not for something so…unfortunately biological. Perhaps your miniscule mind couldn’t retain an entire ten rules.”

You remained silent, and unseen by your boss, you raised an eyebrow.

He continued, “I’ll remind you of the seventh. Your bathroom breaks are discretionary, and thus, at my discretion, I am deciding you can wait. Finish this task before you go attend to your personal affairs.” His voice was dripping with condescension, as it always did when he affirmed control over his workspace. Always, even over trivial matters.

You tried to hold in the flabbergasted look on your face. Did he think eating and sleeping were ‘personal affairs’, too? You thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that yes, he probably did. “That rule wasn’t a joke?”

Riddler furrowed his brow. “Not only do you fail to comprehend the brilliance of my actual jokes-“ he paused when he heard you quietly snicker, “but you misconstrue my simple work guidelines? No, I was obviously serious.” His tone told you he was serious now, too.

Taking a deep breath, you somewhat calmly stated, “Okay, but I’ve been elbow deep in wire management for the past seven hours, and I’d have to rework maybe twenty minutes of my time when I get back.” Your eyes darted over the lines you’d been working. Twenty minutes was underselling how much time it’d take, but there was no way you could wait another three hours to take a pee break.

“While your time is infinitely less valuable than mine,” he scoffed, finally turning to face you, “it isn’t completely worthless when you’re working my machine. I won’t have a moment of it wasted.”

“Ed-”

“Rule the first,” he chirped, “you are to refer to me as Riddler, The Riddler, or Mr. Nygma, sir.”

“Mr. Nygma. Sir,” you spat, losing your composure, “I get what you’re saying, but I’m seriously gonna piss my pants if I stay here too much longer.”

“How embarrassing that would be for you.” he tutted and turned back to his workbench. The sound of his clattering tools filled the space once more.

You stared daggers at the back of his stupid, greasy head, in disbelief that he would be so firm on a bathroom break rule, of all things. Was he holding himself to the same standard? He hadn’t left the room since you entered it hours ago, you supposed. The workshop was sweltering and he hardly drank water, so maybe he sweated it all out? You’d believe it from the state of his soaked wifebeater.

“Can I speak to HR?” you mused, hoping humor would soften him up.

“He’s preoccupied.”

And before you could squeeze in a retort, the whirring of a drill cut you off. With an audible, exasperated huff, you resumed your own work. For a little while longer, you could put off your break.

This was not the first time Edward had harped on your adherence to his rules, but it was certainly the most frustrating. Issues had arisen many times, especially in regard to his name, with each spiel about your insubordination ending in a self-aggrandizing speech about the importance of his chosen alias, ‘Riddler’. Yet, in the confines of his bunker under the city, his title felt overly formal and detached. It was alien, speaking of ‘the Riddler’ while he was in the very same room you stood. As with most of his rules, you tried to bend the first when you could help it. If you couldn’t, you stuck to ‘Mr. Nygma, sir’.

And Mr. Nygma was a curious case. The man behind the ‘Riddler’ moniker was just as egocentric and cooky as his public peacocking would lead you to believe. When you sought employment under his wing, you anticipated an eccentric inventor, a toned-down version of the act he put on with the Batman. On the contrary, he was even more eccentric behind closed doors, away from the scouring eyes of the public.

While you were still a smidge combative as he picked apart your skills and sought to debase your self esteem with every sentence he spoke, his antics were no longer surprising. If anything, they were a bit endearing. Navigating the minefield of his personality had become a fun challenge, for which you were up to the task. Perhaps too much so, as you genuinely chased after his good favor. There was a seed of hero worship somewhere within you that sprouted and flourished when his usual mockery turned to praise, however baseless or nonchalant.

But you couldn’t just put your damn urinary system on hold for him, he was being ridiculous. You were still a human being.

Another hour and a half of tinkering and toiling passed before you unceremoniously wrenched an arm out from the machinery, oil stains and dirt smearing your skin. You knew the longer you worked, the more you’d have to backtrack, and your need was growing urgent. It had just been too many hours. “I seriously can’t wait anymore, I’m leaving. I’ll be back in a few, and I’ll work extra fast to get caught back up to where I am now, okay? I promise.”

Once again answering without even turning to face you, he simply replied, “You exit the workshop right now and you will not be entering it again.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Eddie?”

He overlooked your repeat violation of his first rule and shifted attention to your tone. “You should be thankful that someone so wholly superior is tolerating your nonsense at all.” As if he could sense the vitriol forming in your throat, he held a finger in the air to shush you. It worked.

“The project could have been finished hours, if not days ago, had I employed my own genius. I graciously allowed you to toy around and perhaps gain even a modicum of skill. Yet, the headway you’ve made on my goals is inadequate, and the ineptitude of your technical ability is only eclipsed by your lack of respect. Should I look the other way as you disregard the terms of your employment in my workshop when you already contribute so little?” “If you want to trailblaze mediocrity, I’ll escort you to the door. I’m certain Dent or Cobblepot could use another mindless, incompetent goon. Otherwise, control yourself and just complete the task at hand.”

Rage boiled under your skin and your face flushed, but the heat shifted from anger to embarrassment to genuine concern as you realized he was truly not budging. Either he assumed you were bluffing when you mentioned pissing your pants, or he didn’t give a damn of you did.

“Please,” you muttered. If he couldn’t be reasoned with, maybe he could be guilted.

Edward actually turned his head to cast you an unamused glance. “What?”

“You know what I’m asking,” you paused to collect yourself and push more of your pride down. “I’m begging you to let me go.”

“I don’t recall my instructions stating that begging would release you from your responsibilities, either,” he quipped.

“Listen, I’ll do what it takes to make it up to you, but please.”

“No,” his gaze met yours, unyielding. “And cease your needless pleading, the banter is growing tiresome.”

With his eyes on you, you tried to mitigate the venom of your countenance, poorly. If it weren’t for the hum of machines in the room, he would have even heard your teeth grinding. “Fine. If you want this to be a whole thing, I guess it will be.” Before a rebuttal could leave his throat, you held up a finger up to shush him, as he had done to you. It worked. “And if you want piss on your workroom floor, just know it’ll be your own damn fault.”

For an aching long and quiet moment, he studied you over his shoulder, his eyes hovering over your balled up fists and slightly shaking legs. His expression was unreadable, indifferent at best. His eyebrows knitted and hope welled in your chest as he seemed to seriously contemplate his next words, only to dash your hope against the rocks as the grimace on his face contorted into a thin, wry smile. “Rule the eighth: Accidents as a result of my strict enforcement of the seventh rule are to be considered your fault entirely.” Each word of his rule was enunciated with painful clarity, as if you had misunderstood them before. “You only have yourself to blame for the predicament you’ve put yourself in.”

“That’s ridiculous! And you can’t seriously expect me, or anyone to follow your bullshit rules, especially this one!” you snapped and yelled, your decorum gone. “This isn’t how you treat someone working for you! You’re unfair-“

“And you’re delusional if you think you can berate your intellectual better in this manner.” While his tone was sharp, his smug grin did not falter. “This is your final warning, otherwise forsake your project, your employment, and leave. Feel free to spend all the time you wish sitting in a restroom somewhere off my premises, messaging your moronic friends about how you lost another job.”

You practically snarled at him, but your frustration quickly deflated at the prospect of being fired. Pinprick tears formed as your emotions spilled over, and you squinted your eyes shut. “I can’t believe you,” you murmured. Without another word, you silently returned to your work. Thankfully after a quiet moment, Ed was once again enrapt in his own project, too.

Of course, it was impossible to get any more work done this way. While trying to look busy, you contemplated throwing your tools in his face and walking out. You wondered if he would really just let you leave, considering the liability you could pose as a free agent with knowledge on his base of operations. And with contempt for yourself, you daydreamed about your finished project, and the tiniest scrap of praise he would toss your way as reward. You stayed still, futilely attempting to push the pressure in your groin to the back of your mind.

When it couldn’t be postponed any longer, you leaned into the robot and faced away from Ed, pressing a burning cheek against the cool, clammy metal. The open cavity of your robot cradled your head as you buried your face inside, anything to hide.

A small sob threatened to rise from your chest, and to keep it at bay, you bit your lip with a force to bruise. Muffled, your slight noises could barely be heard above the ambient workshop noise. Yet his ears must have picked it up, as the sound of Ed’s tools quieted, and you heard his clothes rustle like he was repositioning. Like he was turning to face you. You could practically feel his eyes boring into your back.

There was absolutely no satisfaction in finally getting release. Mortified, you stood motionless as your undergarments became warmer and wetter, followed by the inseam of your shorts, and down your legs. Ammonia joined the other scents that hung in the workshop air, the motor oil and sweat and mildew. When a puddle formed around your shoes, you whimpered, but dared not move your feet. You dared not move anything.

You heard a snicker behind you. “Look at me, you sniveling fool.”

When you did finally open your eyes, you couldn’t turn to face him. On the surface you were a wreck. Tears stained your cheeks, and your bottom lip was quivering. Your chest rose and fell quickly, trying and failing to measure your breaths and stay level headed. You didn’t want to know what you looked like below the torso. Deep down you were even worse, with butterflies swirling in your stomach, and fire in your mind. That Ed had turned to see everything had you confused, unsetted, and absolutely in a tizzy. His undivided attention flustered you under normal circumstances, and your mixed feelings on this current mess now had you beside yourself.

“Are your ears just as defective as your bladder? I told you to look at me.”

You snapped your head toward him, eyes still bleary. After blinking away the remaining tears, you could make out Edward looking down at you, arms crossed and face amused. “Well?”

“…well?” you repeated through gritted teeth.

He gestured to your lower half. “Are you going to apologize for mucking up my workshop floor with your appalling bodily fluids?”

You stared at him in disbelief for longer than was comfortable before finally mustering the courage for a comeback. “I-I don’t remember the rules saying I had to apologize.”

“As if your deficient memory of my rules could be trusted,” he sneered, his grin still unwavering. “Honestly, I hadn’t anticipated needing to outline a response to this issue. You’re in the presence of the Riddler, and you should know to mind your manners.”

You kept your lips pursed, shut tight.

He rolled his eyes. “New rule, the eleventh. You will promptly apologize to me in the event of any accidents caused by your negligence, and pay your dues for the consequences accordingly.”

“Sorry, I guess,” you lied through your teeth.

“Good, now go change into something else, and procure something to clean this while you’re at it.”

“Ed- I mean, Mr. Nygma,” you glanced at the robot’s internal wiring and back to him, “I’ll have to restart this stage if I put the project in stasis…?”

“Or,” he walked over and nudged you aside, checking for dry ground where he intended to step before positioning himself before the robot’s chest cavity, “you could simply close this circuit.” With deft hands he rearranged the tangled lines, routing and configuring them in a manner you would have never considered.

“I’ve witnessed you failing to find this solution the entire day. I anticipated that a higher pressure environment would spur the wheels in your head to finally start turning,” he chuckled. “Evidently not.” With a click, he put the robot into stasis and turned to face you with some approximation of a genuine smile.

Mouth agape, you stared at him, incredulous, before turning to shuffle out the room without another word. You had plenty to say to him, but it could all wait until you had dry bottoms.

#riddler #arkham!riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #reader insert #honkytonka writing #um. woe riddler omo kink be upon ye who cares anymore #hey if you know me in real life and you see this. no you didn't

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