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shatteredsnail · 1 year
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today on snails cracked alternate canon of their own creation: the version where lani sinclair and therek aesilon just hang out and talk about history
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dilftaroooo · 4 months
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₊✩‧₊◜ ── SUKUNA MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME
★ tags: aged up characters + sukuna is still in yuji’s body + fem!reader + suggestive content + university au + implied smut + sukuna calls u a "broad" + and he sends u d3ath thr3ats + then he wants u :D + hints of true form!sukuna + reader is a sorcerer + and pretty daring.
Just a random thought but I feel like the first time Sukuna meets you would be sooo interesting:
You are an outlaw–a label the Higher-ups deemed you as (to which you agree because it makes you sound cooler). Getting you to follow through with missions is damn near impossible when you're seldom there at the university but you're everywhere else; parties, bars, get-togethers with childhood friends, at that restaurant everyone's been talking about. Everywhere but there.
There are times when you do make your appearance. Although rarely, you can't just completely drop your presence. As much as you want to Gojo forbids you from doing so. Not because he likes being strict with you but because he hates getting an earful from the Higher-ups. You have curses to fight, people to save, and your level as a First-Grade Sorceress is what circles you back to that hell hole. They need you.
But it's depressing, you will say. I mean, how could it not be when all that you're doing is fighting deformed curses with haunting moans and shrilling screams as you exorcise them one by one while getting soaked in blood? That doesn't even sound good written on paper.
You deal with it, though. What can you do? Not much. All you can do is complete (some of) your missions and spend time with friends as an outlet.
That is until you heard about the new student or vessel–Itadori Yuji.
'Fascination' is an understatement when you hear about the new freshmen walking straight through the doors of Jujutsu University. Oh, you're familiar with the story: A simpleton, an ancient demon's finger, a snack? Call it the 'fool of the century'.
Of course, you went back to see the boy, are you kidding? He's the talk of the town. This is the most engaged you've ever been since your first year here.
Upon first glance, you already had him in your grasp; his cheeks were warm with your palms as you squished the pliable fat and your eyes were big when laying on his doe-like ones.
"No fucking way," You whisper incredulously. "You're actually the dude who ate Sukuna's finger. And alive too! Are you insane or are you insane?" A laugh of disbelief leaves you and all the poor vessel can do is blush in obvious embarrassment. He guesses he's the former and the latter.
You're a bold one. Everyone can agree with that. Even the fresh blood who just arrived at the school can say that. To confirm that the rumors were true you gaze deeply into Yuji's eyes as if to see Sukuna sitting lavishly on his throne through his host's pupils, attempting to find the curse yourself.
"So where is the guy? Is he hiding or something? I don't see 'em-" Sukuna is...intrigued, to say the least. Does this broad have no shame? Don't you know what he is–know what he's done? You speak of him as if he's an animal from a childhood fable. Though your brain has gone to mush you still had a confidence that these weak humans lack (save from Gojo). You're daring, he'd give you that.
Before Yuji can remove your hands from his sore cheeks, it appears Sukuna already beat him to it by materializing a mouth at the side of his face and biting your thumb with tough fangs. You yelp with a 'shit!' in the midst of it. Now your thumb is bruised with a subtle teeth mark, faintly traced with blood (and nearly ruining your freshly coated polish).
But your worrisome state would be put aside when hearing a discomforting squelch come Yuji's way as a crimson eye emerges from the cut on his cheek. It adjusts to the lighting of the environment, glaring at everybody in the room before stopping on you–your dumbfounded face.
"How dare you speak of me so lowly like I'm one of you pathetic humans? Would you like for me to be the first one to behead you once I'm in control of this body?" His voice boomed at you and you know you would've pissed yourself if the infamous curse didn't look like a cyclops on some twenty-year-old's face.
Not wanting to start too much trouble, you repelled your snarky comment. Putting your left leg behind you, you slightly bend your right knee and clasp your hands over the fabric of your imaginary gown to give a gentle bow–since you are but a lowly peasant.
"Apologies, your Highness. May my body and mind rot for speaking so poorly of you. I hope you find it within your heart to forgive me of my ignorance and free me from my unbearable idiocracy!"
Ok, maybe that was a bit snarky.
The faces of the people in the room were written with 'shock' on them, and so was Sukuna's in his own domain.
From there, things escalate. Sukuna's infatuation for your character starts to increase whenever you're around, and whenever you're not. Your bold stupidity, your witty remarks, your unfazed nature–it was all starting to grow on him like mold on bathroom tiles. On top of that, his corruption starts to show whenever he dwells on how much of an attractive woman you are.
You have a bangable body with plump breasts and a bouncy ass–a trait he's not accustomed to from this society but isn't against. Your curves are in the right places and you take good care of yourself. Maintaining the warm fragrance of vanilla to seep out your pores whenever you embrace Yuji. He can't help but taste you when you do and he'll never forget the cute squeal you released from glossy lips upon feeling his wet tongue glide vertically on your neck.
"(Name)?! What's wrong?"
"Ugh, Sukuna, you pervert!" A mischievous sneer forms on miniature lips as the aforementioned demon glares knowingly at you.
"Have this brat lend me control over this body and I'll show you more than just a lick to the neck, doll." You upgraded from 'broad' to 'doll' in just a matter of weeks. It was a rapid transition (not that you're complaining, at least you're on his good side). You feel like it was last week when he threatened your life by saying he'd rip your limbs from your body and gorge on your flesh before using your bones as toothpicks (maybe because it was last week).
You plague his mind. In a way one would say to their lover in those sappy romance stories people read. Some people would call what Sukuna feels as such.
But Sukuna doesn't love you. That isn't his forte. He desires you–craves you, as well as any unhealthy forms of want:
Wants to have your tongue follow the path of the inky marks on his skin before kissing him deeply, wants to feel the burning heat flow from you as he latches a hand on swollen breasts, wants to hear those moans riddled with lust once he impales you with one of his throbbing members-
His mind swirls with infinite scenarios but for now, he will wait. Wait until the brat gives him power. And once he does, he'll know the first person he'll go looking for.
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Good Fences (Fluffuary #10)
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FEB10: Reassurance
Last night had been… everything.
The way that he had made love in you had been unlike anything you’d ever experienced in your whole life. It was your first time together, but it was as if he knew your inner thoughts and hopes and dreams and desires. If you needed more, or less, he gave it to you.
He bathed you in his love, sore and filthy as he was, unshaven and unkempt from his long tour, his dog tags warming themselves as they danced across your bare chest. What he couldn’t deliver with his fiercely strong hands, he gave you with his body, using himself like a brush to paint you into a scene of beauty.
John had shown you parts of yourself you’d never noticed before, celebrating your tiniest details like he was combing a wide beach, picking up the gleaming, salty shells and admiring their smooth nacre, revealing each piece of you with wonder.
When you cried out for him, he sighed from your pleasure, as if your bliss was his bliss. It was like he could feel what he was doing to you, bound to you by some ancient spell, fully entranced by your trembling, pulsing joy.
But, now that you were awake and he slept soundly against your naked form, his cheek heavy on your bare breast, all of the memories of your ex came hunting for you. He hated staying over, and he had made you believe all men hated it. He had never stayed, and the idea that John would make a similarly quick exit made your heart hurt.
You tried so hard not to wake him up, endeavoring to still your breathing, hoping he wouldn’t leave you once his eyelashes fluttered into the shining sunlight streaming into your room.
He grunted, pulling you tighter to his chest, rubbing his hands across your soft belly, encircling you like a warm trap.
“You awake, pretty girl?” His already deep register was nearly a growl as the roughness of his morning voice rumbled through your hollow ribs.
“Yeah, do you need to head back to your place?” You whispered, trying to hold back your regret. But, it was no use. He heard your uncertainty and rolled over you, pinning you down with his weight.
“Hey,” he furrowed his brow, “You alright? Talk to me.”
You tucked your arms under his chest, letting him squish you, cocooned in his furry body,
“Yeah, but he…” You waited to make sure John knew which he you were talking about, “He would always rush out. I wasn’t sure if –”
“No,” John lifted himself up so he could pet your cheek, “Love, if you want me to go, I’ll go. But, otherwise, I’m here to stay. And if I’m bloody honest, it would take a fuckin’ act of God to get me out of this bed right now.”
You smiled, turning your face to kiss his fingers,
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Then, I’ll stay,” he purred, smiling down at you, kissing your neck until you sighed, relaxing under him and letting him love you, fully assured that he was with you because he wanted to be.
He whispered against your skin as he ventured lower, kissing the soft, supple skin of your breasts,
“You know this isn’t casual for me, don’t you? I’m proper serious about you, love. Is that alright?”
“I feel the same way, John,” you looked down at him and he met your gaze, smiling with you, looking pleased and a little mischievous.
“Then, settle in, pretty girl. Not finished with you, yet.”
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treehouse chapter 31 (tumblr version)
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🔞 Dream of the Endless I Lord Morpheus x reader 🔞
Unplanned pregnancy, SMUT. 6.3k words of sin and both Morpheus AND Reader being wet cats.
crossposted to AO3 (want to read the whole story? click here)
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Morpheus is not thrilled that Johanna Constantine has swooped in to save you.
please read my statement on Palestine here
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Tags: jealousy, exhibitionism, public (not actually) sex, fucking on the throne, she can't fuck you like I can, cockwarming, orgasm denial, CNC but not really, one sided hate sex (she hates him but wants to fuck him, he loves her and wants to fuck her) THIS IS UNEDITED, DO NOT HATE ME
Morpheus POV
He hates her, this knight in shining armor. Loathes her, even. He hates that she’s touching you, and he hates that you find comfort in it.
But Morpheus has no wish to soil your rooms with what hell he plans to wreak upon Johanna Constantine’s head, so he wraps you and the interloper in threads and transports you both into the throne room, the true seat of his power.
As Dream reclines in his great chair of white marble flickering with streaks of onyx glass, he settles on a form somewhere in between the man you love and the dragon that went against his own kind for you. “On what business do you trespass in my realm for? You were not invited here, Constantine, nor did you petition for an audience. And I certainly did not grant you permission to speak with my bride.” You have laid with him and loved him, and you should know what manner of creature you’ve permitted to lay a claim to your heart.
Does it matter to Dream that you still balk at the thought of marrying him? No, not particularly. It’s semantics - if you agree in the future, that’s functionally the same as you agreeing now.
You face him with fury blazing in your eyes. “What the fuck? What the fuck is wrong with you, Morpheus? I don’t fucking need permission to talk to anyone,” You snap, your cheeks flushed and chest heaving.
You don’t understand yet. Morpheus reminds himself that you’re new to this, new to this world, and how these things are done. “This does not concern you,” He says to you, not dropping the mask of the fierce dragon despite how badly he wants to go and be soft and comfort you.
But you have your rules and so does he. Johanna Constantine has trampled on every one of them through daring to breathe in your direction and she knows it.
You wield your force of will like a knife to his throat. “Yes, the fuck it does.”
Morpheus wants to do selfish, despicable things to you. He wants to kiss you, feel you sigh and tremble in his arms, and make Johanna Constantine watch as you give in every single time.
Constantine cuts in, as impetuous as the rest of her line. “I come here on mortal business, Dream Lord.”
“You have no right-“ He rises to the provocation like a snake in the grass, fangs bared and venom dripping to the ground. Is he not king here? Is Morpheus not the name all must answer to and shake in terror at the sound of it?
“Oh, I very much do. You see, I’ve made a deal. You remember the rules. I represent two humans who are in search of their child, metaphorically. A child I have found here, stolen away by you. I deliver their child safely back to them, where she belongs, and they pay our arranged price. Hell, I even gave them a Friends and Family discount.”
Morpheus tenses as the magic Constantine invokes settles upon him like a yoke, binding him to the ancient rules of hospitality and obligation.
Orpheus invoked such rules in pursuit of his bride. Where did that get him? Nothing much other than his death and Eurydice returned to her master, Aidoneus.
So - he must house this thief and give her the honors due to an invited guest until her quest is done. “Do you intend to take her by force? I did not think a Constantine would be so stupid as to try my might.”
Unwillingly, his gaze is pulled to you. You have that effect on him, a magnetic grip that draws Dream to you with the strength that not even gravity could exert.
It destroys a part of him you brought to life to raise walls of gilded magic around you to keep Constantine from tearing out his heart and soul in taking you. But he must.
Tears glimmer pearlescent in your large, pleading eyes. “Morpheus. Morpheus. What are you doing? Let me go. Stop it. Please.” As he would rather your hatred over your absence, Dream remains unmoved by your cries.
Constantine’s face hardens. “Of course not. She must come willingly. But if this is how you treat her, well, I thank you for doing my job for me.”
Out of sight of either of you, Morpheus’s fist tightens in the sleeve of his dark robe. His fingers dig so deeply into the marble arm rest that he leaves behind fingerprints in the solid stone. Constantine is doing this on purpose. She must be. Reminding him over and over with every word how you’re not meant for him.
What can Johanna give you that he can’t?
Everything.
You’d be safe with her. And Morpheus thinks you might be happier not cut off from the world and the life you love so much. He loves how much you love it and your people, and that you find love growing in places he’d never think to look.
If he had been Nada, he wouldn’t have chosen himself either.
Morpheus can’t even be good enough to let you go. His awful adoration of you traps him as the villain to your maiden, the death of your life, the true evil you must be protected from.
That cult only endangered you because of him. And Morpheus is going against the laws of nature to have you. The sharpened edge of an ax will remain at your lovely throat until the day he finds the strength to look away, or until it ends your life. Whichever happens first.
“Your family has been much favored by me. You have directly benefited from that benevolence. Is this how you seek to repay me?” Morpheus feels your heart beat furiously in your chest, as furiously as your hands on the bars of his cage.
No, he’s not angry with you. He understands your longing for the Waking world like he understands his own longing for you. Like the yearning of blood to rush through one’s veins.
“What can I say? I just work here. Sorry,” Constantine shrugs.
“You cannot have her. Do you understand me? She is mine,” Dream growls, his voice underpinned by the faintest sound of claws against stone.
“Let me go. Let me go. I’m begging you. You said you would be different. You promised. Please. For the love you bear for me-“ You say.
For the love he bears for you.
He’s almost moved to do as you wish. Almost.
Constantine knows better than to rap at the bars of your prison. That could be interpreted as an attack on his realm, giving him ample cause to expel Constantine. Just as he cannot harm a guest, she cannot harm her host. “Release her, Dream of the Endless. Come on. This is horrid. Absolutely horrid. No fucking wonder she doesn’t want you,” The woman spits in her coarse, common accent.
“I’ll let her go once you’re gone,” Morpheus replies, magnanimously ignoring her rudeness.
“And I’m not going, so that unfortunately puts us at an impasse.”
You’ve lapsed into silence and your pretty mouth twists into a furious scowl. There’s a humming in the back of his many sharp teeth, like the electric tension that hangs in the air before lightning strikes, thrumming through his stardust bones when you watch him.
It’s best to get Constantine safely tucked away before your thunder shakes the throne room from ceiling to floor. “Per your deal with the mortal Willow, I shall house you in appropriate state until your mission fails. Go. My Vizier will see to it. This is family business. Stay out of it, and out of my way.”
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Your stupid tears have long since dried by the time he frees you. You’ve got half a mind to demand he return Johanna to the throne room so you can go with her. Especially after that display of fucked up posessiveness Morpheus seems incapable of restraining, getting the fuck out is looking more and more appealing by the second.
You don’t have to put up with this. You don’t have to put up with him. You can just leave if you want to. And you do want to.
“Well, Morpheus,” You say in a short clipped tone instead of doing the logical thing of leaving. “That certainly was a display. Are you pleased with yourself?”
He leans back in his throne, unwillingly drawing your attention to the long, lean lines of his chest, his chiseled stomach, his thighs under his close-fitting pants. “That depends, my dear. Which answer would please you?” And his eyes- they flicker and gleam in his godly face, sapphire and aquamarine and onyx.
A warm breeze curls past your cheek and a bead of sweat drips down your neck under the silk robes you wear, kissing your spine as it goes.
You dig your nails into your palms in an attempt to regain control of your breathing, to slow down the desperate, panting rise and fall of your chest. “I am deeply uninterested in your efforts to please me. All you’re capable of is disrespect and humiliation,” You hiss.
The air tastes hot on your tongue as if someone’s stoked a fire in the throne room. The fire burns with smoke and something animalistic, something musky, the scent of bare skin on bare skin.
Morpheus’s gaze darkens as you draw closer. “But I live to please you. Every breath, every gesture, every move I make will bring you pleasure.” You’re not sure if you’re stalking towards him because you want to hit him or kiss him.
When you reach the throne, you grasp the arm rests and lean over him, your hair falling around your face like a veil. “Every breath you take has done nothing but hurt me.” You’re taller than him as long as he stays seated, and you take complete advantage of this, snarling in Morpheus’s face like a lioness.
Morpheus swallows, a movement so sudden and quick like the flapping of a bird wing. It’s one of the few signs that you’re affecting him at all.
But you want more than that. You want to take his frozen heart and dash it on the floor until it shatters. “And if I am to be the Queen you want me to be, what makes you think I’d let your foolishness stand? Did your mom not teach you basic courtesy, oh great paragon of feminism?” Because that’s how you felt when he raised those golden chains around you in a beautiful cage. You felt shattered. Betrayed.
And above all else, stupid. You should’ve known better than to believe Dream.
Just as his hand reaches for your waist, you dance out of reach. “That’s right, you’re a god so you probably don’t even have a mom. My mistake for expecting better from you,” You tell him in a cold and cruel voice, from a very safe distance of a few feet away.
“Do you think insulting me will accomplish anything?” You see his long, razor-sharp teeth shine in the light as he speaks.
A low humming sound registers a little too quietly for you to hear precisely what it is. It sounds like a heartbeat thudding alongside a thousand voices whispering in a dark and sinister melody.
His smoldering, smokey gaze drinks up the aroused flush reddening your cheeks and your half-lidded, languid eyes. “It’s certainly pleasing me,” You murmur after a pause to stop the urge to pull your heavy robes from your limbs and leave them on the ground until the heat kindling between your thighs abates.
“You’re very clever indeed, little darling,” Dream praises you. He takes an odd delight in being insulted, more amused than he is offended, treating you like a kitten that’s learned to roar.
That only eggs you on further. “I can see that mortal niceties are lost on you and you don’t deserve them anyways. So let me speak in a language you’ll understand.”
In a split second, Lucienne’s earlier warnings make sense to you. This is about power and having power, the power to keep the thing Morpheus loves most, sees the most value in. You give him power and he’s afraid to lose it.
He’s afraid to lose you. That he might hurt you in the process is a cost he’s willing to pay.
“You will not put me in a cage, you will not dictate to whom I can speak to and when. I’m not asking. I’m ordering. Every time you disrespect me, you only reveal yourself to be unworthy of me, your kingdom, and of your power.”
Morpheus merely smiles and bows his head. “Hauteur becomes you.” Is he teasing you or being sincere? The bastard has the audacity to have fun at a time like this.
And despite yourself and your convictions, you’re having a little fun, too.
“And it would be very easy for me to find someone worthier. Johanna Constantine, for example.” You toss the suggestion his way as carelessly as you might let a sleeve fall off your shoulder, revealing the bare expanse of your back to ignite Dream’s hunger.
And ignite his hunger your words do.
He sits upright in his throne as rage battles his self-control in the angular confines of his preternaturally-handsome face. When Morpheus blinks, the black of his pupils grow and grow until they swallow the sclera.
Unconsciously, you take a step back.
It seems as though self control is losing.
“That is a dangerous game to be playing, my love,” He says silkily, his mouth twisting into an expression that should be a smirk and comes off more as a snarl.
You can no longer pretend that you don’t care, that this is just a game.
“Oh, so she threatens you? No, you should be fucking threatened by me.” You get louder and louder with each word. “You need to be fucking terrified right now. I swear to God I will bring her back in here and fuck her in front of you if I have to.” He’s as common as the next human man, so obsessed with his possessions. “Don’t test me, Your Grace, lest you find yourself dethroned,” You tell him through your mouth filled with rancor and spite.
And then Morpheus is up on his feet before you can blink. He surmounts the distance between you in only a couple of steps and towers over you, wrapping cool fingers around your wrist with a grasp tighter than a manacle. His dark eyes are filled with a frantic wildness that scares you as much as it attracts you.
Morpheus bends down until his mouth is level with your ear. “You’ve forgotten something,” He whispers.
Your heart beats so loudly in your ears that you can barely hear him over it. “And that is?” You’re trembling. Do you want him closer? Do you want to shove him back? You turn the two outcomes over and over in your head as you try to pick one.
His nose brushes your hair and he swallows, his pale throat bobbing with the effort.
Morpheus’s voice coils in your ears like a snake, his words writhing and twisting as they take the whole of your focus captive. “Who you belong to. I’m out of patience, darling, and I think you need to be reminded of who possesses you, who’s devoted to you above all else.” Burning hot need scorches through your stomach and your breath catches in your lungs.
He drops into a rough, raspy growl. “Who you’ll always come back to. Who adores you. Who worships you.”
You fall into Morpheus’s embrace without a second thought. It’s the most natural thing in the world, giving in to him. His mouth on your mouth, kissing, biting, he lays a palm on the back of your neck and presses his other hand between your collarbones, trapping you where he can devour you.
His sharp nails dig into your skin and his tongue presses between your lips, turning the kiss into a mess of slick saliva and your ragged gasps for air, your high-pitched whines when Dream’s teeth- no, fangs, leave imprints of his love on your bottom lip.
Then you fight him. Not for freedom, like before. For sovereignty. For domination, for hegemony. You wage war, grabbing a fistful of his beautiful black hair and dragging him down to you, and you take control of the kiss, using your tongue wickedly against his before breaking away. Morpheus might have his hand near your throat still, but you’re shoving his face to the side to sink your teeth into his neck.
He groans at the unexpected burst of pain and the pleasure of you doing it again and again, marring his pale skin with glimmering red-gold marks.
“You’re a fucking menace,” You hiss.
The very instant Dream’s had enough, the hand he’s resting on your collarbones moves upwards until it wraps around the base of your throat. He’s careful with the practically-nonexistent pressure, far more careful than you would’ve liked in a time before he got you pregnant, but it’s such an effortless show of control that you release his hair and gasp breathlessly anyways.
“Good girl,” He whispers. “Very good. But this is just the start. You’ll be begging for me before we’re done here.”
He’s kissing you once more. Your nose knocks into his from your enthusiasm and he laughs with his head tilted back, making a bright, happy, human sound. Then Morpheus folds his arms around your waist and lifts you into the air so he can continue to ravage your mouth, softly kiss your cheeks, and occasionally nuzzle your hair while walking backwards without tripping.
Your knees knock into the marble stone of his throne. Morpheus has led you here and his intentions on what he plans to do become clear when he elegantly lowers himself into the seat, keeping one hand cupping the back of your neck while his other hand trails down the neckline of your gown.
There’s enough room on the throne for you to kneel in his lap. Morpheus doesn’t even need to help you; you crawl atop him all on your own with eagerness that almost disgusts you, your body animated by desire as bright as an open flame.
Once you plant your knees solidly on the outsides of his thighs where you can rock your humming clit against his fully-hardened cock, you hear a sharp ripping sound. Cool air chills your exposed breasts and now-naked thighs. Dream’s fucking ripped your beautiful, splendid clothes straight down the front and now the remnants hang from your shoulders in tatters.
“Fuck-“ You exclaim as your cheeks flush from embarrassment. Anyone could… anyone could walk in and see you, see what he’s doing to you.
Then his hand clamps down on your jaw to prevent you from looking around. “Look at me, darling. Come now,” He hisses. This close, you can see scattered flecks of light in the pure black of his eyes, a whole universe in his gaze. Beautiful.
“Someone’s gonna- Morpheus, please, not here,” You whisper shamefully as he teases one of your swollen tits, rolling your nipple between the pads of his fingers. You cut your pleasured moan off by biting down on your lip. “What about Lucienne, ahhh, or Matthew…” He switches to your other breast, massaging your flesh in slow, luxurious circles, and your eyes flutter shut.
Without so much as a warning, Morpheus removes his hands altogether and sits back to look at you, folding his fingers under his chin, arrogantly tilted up. Those fingers would be better served on you, you think grumpily, or between your legs, dealing with the wetness trickling from your cunt.
His expression is remote and utterly heartless. “I told you to look at me.” There’s nothing soft or gentle in that face, a mask of porcelain skin stretched taut over a skull far too severe.
“But,” You start to beg. Doesn’t he realize what he does to you? You can feel the hunger churning viciously in your stomach, like you’ve spent your whole life starving and the embrace Morpheus is denying you is everything you need to sustain yourself, every flavor you crave.
Your mouth twists in a scowl as he bats away your wandering hands tugging at the collar of his cloak. It’s not fair that Morpheus gets to sit there unbothered while you’re practically melting. “A queen, begging for me? I’m honored,” He teases.
The moment before you resort to desperate measures, like clawing open his clothes yourself, he slips his hand in your hair as if holding back was torture for him to. Morpheus licks a hot stripe along the length of your throat, nipping and kissing over your pulse. “Can she make you beg like this?” Your skin muffles the sound of his voice.
You feel him stroke your spine with gentle fingers, counting each vertebrae. Then Morpheus finds his way towards your rounded hips, squishy and soft, and he groans under his breath in appreciation.
“Who…” Truthfully, you’re not listening to him, not even a little bit. Your back arches, encouraging Morpheus to palm your ass. He plays with one of your cheeks, bouncing your flesh in his hand, and when you gaze into his eyes, you see pure adoration warring with pitch-black possessiveness.
His fingers dip down, down between your thighs, and come back shining in the soft light streaming through the stained glass windows. “Johanna fucking Constantine, my love. Does she make you this wet?” Morpheus cleans his fingertips off with his tongue. His eyes shut as he savors you.
The sunlight flickers. One brightly-lit moment, he’s the angel finding heaven in your body. The next shadowed moment, his obsidian claws almost pierce your skin. A wraith from smoke who’s only aim is to make you moan and tremble.
And forget. Morpheus almost succeeded in making you forget why you’re fighting in the first place.
You pin his wrist to the high back of his throne. “Are you fucking for real right now?” A shiver runs through you. You put more of your weight into your grip. Dream could throw you off with just a thought, but he doesn’t.
Fuck talking. It’s so much easier to articulate your feelings through fucking him. “ I was just saying that to- to-“ He leans forward to take one of your hypersensitive, swollen nipples into his sinful mouth. “God, Morpheus, please.” He kisses, then sucks ever-so-carefully.
You no longer hold him away from you - you clutch his wrist for stability as pleasure ripples under your skin straight for your cunt.
Blindly, you grasp for the stone, eventually planting your elbow on the spot next to his head. “Oh, I am being very, ‘for real.’” Morpheus switches to your neglected breast, now mouthing along the heavy curve then kissing along your sternum.
He brings you pleasure. Traps you in a cage. You hate him and he loves you. You’re determined to say no but Morpheus will always tempt you to say yes.
You spread your thighs further, bringing your dripping core closer to his hips. “What are you, five years old? You have to learn how to share, Dream.” As you grind, you gasp and your eyes roll back. Your clit throbs and sensation wraps around your insides like honey, warm and sticky and sweet.
By now your arousal has leaked all over your thighs and his pants.
He lifts his head from your tits and his free hand cups your cheek. “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Morpheus croons, watching your face shift and slacken as you whine. “Let them watch, let her watch. Why wouldn’t I share such a precious and rare thing as you?”
Everything happens so quickly.
No matter how sweetly you plead or how urgently you nudge him towards your cunt, Morpheus’s hands go literally everywhere else.
You shove the last of your robes onto the ground like they’re burning your skin and they might as well - you can’t stand anything touching your skin that isn’t him.
He slaps your bare ass with a light touch, more of a love tap than a proper blow. A drop of sweat slides between your tits and Morpheus traces its path with his mouth. Murmurs echo in the space between you and him. If you listen closely, you can hear Dream say how much he loves you, how beautiful you are.
You’re perfect. You’re divine. I’m sorry. Don’t leave me.
You don’t say anything in return. You just stop his words with kisses. Those are simple. The taste of him on your tongue. It feels good, so good, and it doesn’t hurt like listening to him does.
Morpheus could beg like that for the next fifty years and it wouldn’t be enough.
When he tries to talk again, you growl and dig your nails into the nape of his neck. None of that shit. His fucking words got you fucked up to begin with.
He rests his forehead against yours. His long eyelashes frame his vulnerable gaze, as delicate as fractured glass. A stray breeze could shatter him.
No. Fuck Dream. You’re not the bad guy. You’re not the villain. He is. He can’t- he shouldn’t make you feel so fucking guilty…
There’s no preparation. He doesn’t warm you up or ease you into it. You blink and in a single, lust-filled moment, you’re turned the other way around where the whole throne room and palace and this plane of reality can see you, naked and aroused and dripping wet for their king. They can all see how much he wants you.
It shouldn’t make you wetter. It does. A fresh trickle of arousal drips from your swollen folds and you hear Morpheus mutter a hushed curse before delicately dragging the tip of his pointer finger through the shining path it took.
He moans as he tastes you.
Morpheus kisses the back of your neck as he shifts under you. He pulls his thick, angrily-hard cock from his pants and you eagerly rock back on your knees, trying to catch the tip between your thighs.
“I thought you didn’t want to be seen,” Dream laughs darkly, holding your hips up with one arm so you can’t sink down on his dick and soothe the hollowness in your stomach that’s devouring your senses, craving to be filled by him.
Frustrated tears gather in your eyes. He’s rubbing the fat head of his cock through your folds, just grazing your clit with every teasing motion. “Just fuck me already.” Your thighs quiver each time he does.
Pain shimmers through your nerves as he bites down on your throat. You arch your back and rake your nails through his thick hair. “Just fuck you already…” Dream’s voice mockingly draws out the last word.
If you weren’t so fucking horny and half-out of your mind, willing to do almost anything, even crawl on your hands and knees for him, you’d be looking for the nearest knife.
“…Please,” You say through gritted teeth, humiliation blooming red in your cheeks and across your chest. Oh, he’s in for it. First he’s going to make you come, and then you’re going to kill-
He slips into your cunt with a harsh curse, the breath in his lungs stuttering from how tight you are around his dick.
“You only had to ask nicely, little darling.”
Your eyes roll back in your head, driven by the feeling of his cock spearing you open inch by inch. Morpheus holds perfectly still. You’re doing all the work as your hips roll against your will, your muscles flexing to suck him deeper and deeper into your cunt, and gravity does the rest. He doesn’t need to do a goddamn thing, the fucker.
He runs his palm over your bare spine over and over, soothing you as you shake and cry out. You’ve never felt more wanted or debauched in your entire life.
Behind you, you hear him gasp when your pussy milks his cock. “Deep breaths, my love.” Your core has almost swallowed him whole. Almost.
In this position, the tip of his dick is angled so that it brushes your most sensitive spots with each movement. It’s torturous. You can feel Dream in your guts, stretching you out so perfectly that you barely register his muttered curses and eloquent praises.
Shhh. Good girl. You can endure it, I know you can. Doesn’t it feel good? Fuck.
“Can you take the rest, sweetheart? For me?” His voice is strangled and stuttered and strung out, as if Morpheus is just seconds away from losing his entire fucking mind. His hands ghost over your hips, his fingers tremble on your skin. He wants to reach out and pull you down onto his cock so badly, you can tell.
You cry out as your inner thighs finally meet his lap. Your back arches, your thigh muscles shiver and ache. The feeling of the full length of his cock buried into the depths of your pussy clenching helplessly over and over, scorches your veins with a pleasure as bright and clean as vodka burning the back of your throat.
When you involuntarily shift to try and find a more comfortable position, one that’s easier on your stretched cunt, your eyes roll back and you whimper hazy little noises between hitched breaths.
“Good girl,” Dream moans. One of his hands grasps you possessively, like his fingers are loathe to leave your skin even for a moment, and he cups your hip, then the soft, squishy curves of your rounded belly.
His breath stutters across the back of your neck, damp with sweat. The entire weight of his focus rests on you. All of it, every giddy dream-feeling and dark night-belief. Morpheus touches you and the baby like you’re his whole world, safely contained in the space between his palms and the span of his arms.
You can almost taste his thoughts
How could he ever look away, Morpheus asks himself when he kisses your shoulder reverently. Why would he ever want to?
You’re soaked, your slick is drooling all over the seat of his dark pants. Your body feels like it’s hanging by a thread, desperate for him to do something.
To move.
“And here I thought you had no need for me.”
You shut your eyes as white light sketches across the backs of your eyelids. “Morpheus… ah…” Your voice trembles and trails off into a sweet, desperate sigh.
You’re just so full in this position, forced by the stillness to think of nothing but Morpheus buried deep inside your belly. Every time you try to rise, to shift and ease the hot, slick pressure between your legs, he keeps you from rocking back and forth and deriving any true pleasure from this with a tight grip on your round hips.
He takes your earlobe between his teeth and the sudden, sharp pain makes you shriek and your cunt spasm. “Control yourself. Let this be a lesson, my love, in discipline.”
The incomprehensible, borderline-Lovecraftian cosmic deity fucking you in his ridiculously grand throne room groans in the same timbre that has haunted your fantasies since that very first night together. It’s so familiar and comforting that it breaks your heart.
Through the foggy haze clouding your mind, you vaguely remember that Dream was talking to you. “What-“ Before you can finish that thought, his hands loosen ever-so-slightly. Your animal hindbrain takes over in an instant, urging you to circle your hips, grinding the tip of his dick against your sweet spot.
“No, my darling. I’m not going to move. Not until you beg,” He says in a voice richer and more intoxicating than blue-gray tobacco smoke lacing the air. The sound clogs up your lungs until you’re groggy and weak and utterly dumb.
You curse under your breath as you cast your bleary gaze about the throne room. Is that a footstep you just heard, or some stray conversation wafting towards you as the speaker momentarily enters to see your lewd display?
Any respect Lucienne has for you would disappear in an instant. Matthew would never be able to look you in the eye again. Desire would merely laugh, their teeth snapping with amusement.
Your body betrays you.
Abstractly, you’re horrified by the thought. But right now, practically driven mad, the need to orgasm wrenching your muscles taut…
And as if Morpheus is reading your fucking mind, “I might not even let you come. Perhaps- I’ll simply leave you alone, wet and wanting. See if Constantine can do half of what I do to you.”
One of his palms moves from your ass and ends up pressed against your belly, right above where he’s buried inside your pussy.
“No, no, please, don’t-“ You sob, batting at his arm as his fingers rub tight, torturous circles into your swollen, aching clit.
With every firm brush, your thighs clench and tears of frustration, pleasure, and terror, all at the same time, run down your flushed cheeks. Morpheus might keep you here for days, playing with you, bringing you to the edge over and over and never giving you release.
“Shall I summon her? You’re so desperate that you’d let me as long as I fucked you? Don’t lie - fuck, I can feel how you tightened up when I said that.”
It’s too much, like pressing your tongue against a hot pan and feeling the sting down to your bones, and not enough at the same time. 
“I need to-“
“Beg,” He says, before the sound turns into a choked groan in your ear as your muscles ripple around his length.
His arms coil tighter around your hips and waist. “Please.” One little, tiny word leaks from between your kiss-swollen lips.
You rock back and forth and Morpheus permits it, helpless to his own desires.
He pulls you upright, your back snug to his chest, and you feel him unencumbered by clothing. His skin radiates heat like a furnace. “Who?” 
As you shift, he grinds up into your cunt in achingly slow thrusts.
“Morpheus,” You demand, as infuriated as you are close. “Please let me come.”
Your hand grasps behind you until your fingers find his soft hair that’s cool to the touch. You tug and pull on Morpheus’s hair, urging him to meet the rolling, deep pace you’re riding him.
“…I’m sorry,” His voice wisps through the air. And underneath it, something forlorn and horribly lonely.
Later, you’ll tell yourself it was just the feeling of getting fucked within an inch of your life that wiped away your filter, that you didn’t really mean it. “No- Don’t… don’t want anyone else. Just you, my love.” The term of endearment slips off your tongue almost as an afterthought.
“Come for me, my queen.”
Your body shudders on top of him and you let out a long, keening moan. Your eyes stare unseeing at the opulent surroundings, the rich, ornate beauty that pales in comparison to the being bringing you so much pleasure.
There’s a loud roar in your ears. Your insides wrench themselves into knots, tighter and tighter, you can’t breathe, you can’t think. You can only come and keep coming. Your cunt gushes, the slick dripping all the way down his thighs from your stretched core.
Morpheus pants in between fevered kisses and mouths greedily at your shoulder. A burst of warmth flutters against your walls, finally soothing the ragged edges of your orgasm splitting your belly open.
When he tries to kiss your sweat-damp cheek, you turn and meet his mouth with yours.
“We fucked on your throne,” You murmur in a rough, conspiratorial tone.
Morpheus hums his assent as he runs his palm over your baby bump in gentle circles. “You indulge me.” He picks up your hand and kisses it delicately, his scintillatingly blue eyes never leaving your face.
You slump backwards into his solid, comforting embrace. “And if Lucienne had walked in on us, it would’ve been all your fault.”
His chest rumbles with a purr. “After all, I am… a menace.”
He’s smiling. The bastard is smiling. Not a full smile - a half-tilt of the corner of his mouth that fills your stomach with butterflies, a mask resembling the man who lit your cigarette.
Like blinking during a sunset and missing the switch from day to night, the afterglow dissipates in an instant and takes your good humor with it. “Let go of me.” Feeling has returned to your fingers and toes and you have no need for his embrace, or so you tell yourself.
You carefully avoid touching him again as you stand to find the shreds of your clothing reforming into a large cloak that covers your nakedness.
It makes your stomach turn, how easily you give into Morpheus every fucking time, that you find more comfort in his shadows than you do out in the sun.
“By Your Grace’s leave,” He says quietly.
Morpheus has never been small to you. He’s always larger than life, more vibrant than Technicolor, loftier and greater than anyone you could imagine, a presence so grand that he generated his own gravity.
But he seems very small as he sits back in his throne with hunched shoulders. He sits there defeated and you almost- you almost run back to him. You can feel the impulse in the back of your throat, clinging like arsenic and something of the same bitter, regretful taste.
“We can’t go on like this anymore, Morpheus.” Your words exist in parallel universes - the one where all he can do to change your mind is to fuck you, and the one where all you can do is cause as much damage as you can.
It’s a compulsion at this point and you’re so sick of it, so sick of yourself, like poking at a rotten tooth despite instructions to leave it alone.
Maybe it’s a compulsion for him, too. The ashamed tilt of his gaze directed towards the floor tells you that you’re right. The more you fight him, the more lashes he can add to his back.
Faced with the cold account of all of your mistakes, and his, you turn and flee the throne room, tears trickling down your cheeks.
So this was actually supposed to be smuttier but it languished in production hell for months because (writer's block / health issues / disabilities / mental health issues / life events) so I was like. Perfection is the enemy of completion. I will just post it unedited and not fully written to my original plan. Please don't hate me.
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Kinkmas Day 09
Warnings: Xenophilia (aka Alien Genitalia), Anal, Bottom!Spider, Pegging, Age Difference (6 Years), Size Difference, Sex Toys (kinda, IDK how to tag this), Belly Bulge
A/N: You do not understand how long I've been wanting to make this!!! After talking with @fuckyoumakeart, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it! Also I haven't forgotten your present bby, it's on the way 😘
Again thank you @neteyamsyawntu for this amazing event 💗
Divider by @cafekitsune
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Spider has always been Na’vi, no matter what anyone says. I will always see him as more Na’vi than Sully, much to the ire of my sister Neytiri. I may have only been six during the time of the war. Still, I remember Sully before he could speak a word of Na’vi. I remember as he fumbled our ways, and I remember how he betrayed us, the bombs falling from the sky, destroying our home, killing our people, killing my father… I will never accept Sully, the spy, as Omatikaya. And while I will easily die for my nieces and nephews, and I believe Sully would do the same, I hate the way he raises them and won’t hesitate to speak out about it. Neytiri has never approved of how I treat Sully but never said anything about it. The same cannot be said about Spider. She always tries to stop me from bringing him to clan meetings and celebrations, only for me to point out that a spy like Sully gets to go. I say it loud enough to draw attention, quickly shutting her up. There are times I think Neytiri only stays with Sully because she refuses to break a bond made with Eywa, and then she had the kids… maybe once they’re older, she’ll leave him… an ancient tradition of asking Eywa for guidance in breaking a bond, only she will decide.
“Ma’Syulang, what has you thinking so hard?” Spider’s arms wrap around my neck as he stands behind where I am sitting.
I smile at his touch as I lean my head back into his shoulder, “Traditions,” I answer simply.
“What tradition’s exactly?” Spider asked me as he ran his hand through my braids.
“You know, by both human and Na’vi laws, you are more Na’vi than Sully,” I begin.
I could feel Spider stiffen behind me.
“You are a child of Eywa, born on Eyweveng. You follow the Na’vi ways, you speak our language, you are Na’vi,” I finish, placing my hand over his own, “There is a tradition I want to introduce you to.”
“Tìyawn, you cannot just dump all that on me and then start a new topic,” He laughed wetly.
“It is important for you to know because not even Sully can partake in this tradition,” I explain, needing him to understand.
I look back at him, only for his wide eyes to stare back at me, his mouth hanging open.
“Not even? Jake can’t? How can I?” Spider stutters over his words.
I shake my head at him, silencing his words, “I have already talked with my Sa’nu, and she agrees, and as the Tsahìk, she has the final word,” I turn around, wrapping my arms around Spider, noticing the tears in his eyes. I have always hated that Spider thinks so little of himself when he has proven himself over and over again.
I cradle his much smaller body against mine, giving Spider as much love and protection as I can. 
“Mo’at agrees?” He questions softly like he can’t believe it.
I nod my head, “She was the one who mentioned it to me,” I answer him, smiling, happy that my mother approves.
Would you like to learn?” I ask softly, not wanting to push him while he’s feeling vulnerable
“I-yes, I want to learn,” Sider answers firmly as he backs away, taking my hand in his.
I locked our fingers together as my tail swished happily, “Then let's get searching,” I urged vaguely, pulling him along.
This sparked a laugh out of Spider, “Are you going to tell me what we’re looking for?” 
I flashed him a grin, “Nope, it will all be a surprise for you.”
“Fine then, lead the way,” Spider gave a mock bow.
I giggle at his antics as I continue our way to the grove, not that he knows it exists. It is carefully hidden, mainly to make sure no kids find it. It is only meant for those who are mated. Spotting the thicket of loreyu, I smile giddily.
“We’re here. Go through and look,” I point to the other side.
Walking through the loreyu spiraled down, disappearing and allowing us to walk through. Showing us a clearing of spam, they’re all brightly colored, ranging in every shade of color possible, all in slightly different shapes and sizes, but undoubtedly similar to a male Na’vi’s penis.
Spider’s head was whipping around, his eyes wide, and his jaw slack, like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Paskalin… Why are we in a field of dicks?” His stunned voice managed to get out.
I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. No tawtute has seen these before, but Spider is not a tawtute, “These are mowan spxam, pleasure mushrooms, they are for two mates to enjoy, they have many uses, but I think you can tell they’re all for sex.” 
“Are they dildos?” Spider asks, curious now as he gently touches a rather large orange one.
“Dildos? Oh, those pleasure things made out of plastic, I think that’s what you called it? But kind of. The mowan spxam can live temporarily out of the ground and be replated where you want it to. But the best part is that it bonds with our central slit, both male and female, becoming one with us and giving us the phallic shape to use on our mates. That is why it is ours to pick,” I explain, looking over at some of the younger ones, knowing that a smaller one would be needed for Spider.
“Wait, would I use this on you? Or you use on me?” Spider asked, shocked but not repulsed.
“It can be used for both, but it is primarily meant to be used on the male in the relationship. So he may enjoy the same pleasures as his mate,” I look at Spider and watch his reaction, needing to know if he is alright with this.
He stands there thinking, and I am unable to read his expression from here. I feel my heart race nervously as I wait, fearing that I have pushed him too far.
“How do I choose?” Sider asks, breaking the silence.
I jump from my spot, rush over, and hug him, lifting Spider off the ground and kissing him soundly.
Little giggles flow past his lips, “Yawne, you need to let me down if I am to pick one,” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.
I gently put him back on his feet, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited for this! For you, Spider! Now you can enjoy the wonderful pleasure you give me every time!” I can’t help but squeal in joy as I rub my chin over Spider’s head, covering him in my scent.
“I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything,” Spider admits sheepishly, “Now, show me how this works!” He says, clapping his hands together.
“You pick whichever spxam you want, but make sure you pick one you can handle; you may only choose one in your lifetime. But when you do, you will gently stroke around the base. It will then detach itself and hold onto you.” 
And with that, Spider moves around, looking through them carefully. He paused briefly at one green one that was longer and thicker than his arm. After gawking at it, he quickly moved on, finding a patch of younger spxam and browsing through them. But as I took a look, even these young ones were much larger than what I’ve seen a tawtute have. My ears flickered back as I became concerned, wondering if Spider could take any of these.
“This one,” While I was distracted, Spider had chosen one, and I realized that I should have explained better.
In his hand was a deep violet mowan spxam, the bottom of it wrapped eagerly around his fingers and around his wrist. Each color meant something different. Green ones were calm, the spines stayed still, only moving if needed. Red ones were teasing; they would search for your most sensitive spot and only play there. On the other hand, Purple is wild, never ceasing movement, as they would wraith and move; even the stock couldn’t stay still; some were even known for expanding their size. This is the one that Spider chose, covered thickly in spines that are already twisting around, yet it is too late to tell him, as they have already bound.
“What’s wrong with it?” Spider asked worriedly, fearing he had done something wrong. 
“There is nothing wrong with it!” I wanted to reassure him, for it was me who failed him, “Purple is known for being wild. Typically, only well-experienced Na’vi choose them,” I bite my lips as I explain this. 
“Well, I guess I better learn fast,” Spider’s smile reassured me as his fingers played with the mowan spxam.
Breaking out of my worry, I quickly pulled out a vial I had been carrying. “Yes, I think you should,” The vial was full of oil used for mating, as I had prepared this, hoping it would go well.
“I should have known,” Spider muttered to himself, shaking his head, but I could still see the smile on his face.
“Come here,” I demand softly, holding my hand out.
Spider walked to me, filled with confidence, with love in his eyes. I kneed down to his height as I met his lips with my own. My mating having Eywa’syawn never ceased to fail. I open my mouth to kiss Spider more, dominating his smaller frame with my own as I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer. I nip at his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he eagerly gives. My tongue takes over his mouth, filling each centimeter as I play with his tongue. Spider closes his mouth and sucks on my tongue, pulling a moan from me. 
I parted from his lips as I looked down at him. Spider’s face flushed a pretty pink as he gasped for breath.
“Take off your tewng, then lay down,” My voice was soft but left no room for argument.
Despite only having one hand, Spider removed the article of clothing and laid it to the side before kneeling down and then laying himself down flat on the ground. His pretty cock was already hard and flushed red, leaning on his abs. His prone body is a beautiful sight. I could gaze upon him all day.
“You’re so pretty, Tìyawn,” I comment as I run my hand along his thighs and up his stomach. 
“Not as pretty as you,” Spider says back, becoming distracted by my touch.
I chuckle at the comeback; as I focus back on his thighs, I rub my fingers into the meat of them, gently spreading his legs as I do so. I move down to his knees, lifting them, and place his feet up on my thighs, giving me room to work with. Looking down, I see his puckered hole, tiny and pink. I realized I was lucky that Norm had caught learning about this particular tradition. I may have been furious that he knew, but he and Max created a new oil containing a muscle relaxer, and I am thankful for that now.
“So tiny,” I murmur, rubbing my pinky over the small hole, and even that seemed huge.
A small gasp leaves Spider’s mouth, one of surprise and interest. Opening the vial, I poured a tiny amount onto my pinky, just enough to rub into Spider’s skin. Moving back to his hole, I rub my now slick pinky over it, making sure to get every crevice and applying gentle pressure. If what they said is true, then the muscle will slowly relax, allowing me entrance.
“Syulang, I think you might be a bit too big,” Spider’s voice through a moan.
“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve already planned everything,” I soothe, rubbing a little more firmly, and I can feel the muscle giving in. 
Knowing Spider needs the distraction, I reach up, softly cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm. 
“Oh fuck,” Spider’s head rolled back as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
Taking the opportunity, I gently wiggled my pinky inside him. It was tight inside; the spongy walls had never taken anything inside before and were now pulsing around my pinky.
“Eywa!” He gasped.
I wiggled my digit around, trying to make more room or even to fit the rest of the finger inside, stuck at the first knuckle. Furrowing my brow, I pulled my pinky out, grabbed the vial, and placed the tip at Spider’s entrance. The opening easily popped inside, and I poured a good amount of the contents. Pulling the vial out didn’t cause the same popping noise as last time. I put the vial to the side and pushed my pinky in again. This time, it went in with no resistance.
“Tìyawn, what was that? I feel weird,” He asked as I wiggled my finger inside yet again.
“Something made just for you. It is helping,” I explained as I started looking for the spot I had read about.
With Spider’s hole much looser, instead of using my pinky, I switched to my pointer finger; while it was a little tighter than before, there was no resistance on entry. I pushed and prodded inside him, sliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the motion as I continued to look for the spot. Slick sounds from the oil sounded around the grove, mixed with Spider’s moans.
“Slow down, please! I’m close!” He begs me, but I remember reading that humans are much more relaxed after orgasm, so I continue on. 
I turn my wrist so my palm is facing upward. I then curl my finger, hitting something spongy.
Spider arched off the ground as his eyes flew open, “Fuck! Right there!” He shouted, as his cock leaked precum everywhere; a small puddle formed on his stomach as his cock twitched.
Laughing, I prodded that spot again and again as I forced my finger in and out. Seeing that Spider was distracted, I pressed a second finger to his entrance, and it easily slid inside. Noticing how easy it was, I pushed in a third finger, which was swallowed up after a slight push. His one furrowed hole is now stretched taught around my fingers, pushing and pulling, trying to follow the speed I set. 
“Please, I’m too close! I’m gonna cum!” He squealed.
I wanted Spider to cum, so I took his dick between two of my fingers and moved them in time with my other hand, quickly bringing Spider to his reliance. Ropes of cum splattered out of his dick, landing all over his chest, neck, and face. Continuing my movements on his cock, I grabbed the spxam mowan from his hand. By now, my slit was open and weeping for attention, making it easy to gently slide the bottom of the spxam mowan inside. My eyes dilate at the pleasure, each of my inner tendrils wrapping around and playing with the spxam mowan, locking itself inside me for now. As it locked inside, the outer tendrils started to move more. Excited to play soon, I could feel each spine move as if it were my own tendril. I let go of Spider’s cock, earning me a whine, either from the lack of touch or oversensitivity. I’m unsure which it is. Grabbing Spider’s hips, I line him up with the spxam mowan. His cute hole hadn’t closed, showing me the pink inner flesh. I look up at Spider’s face; drool, tears, and sperm cover his face, his chest heaving for breath. A pretty pink blush covers him, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight. 
Spider whines, rolling his hips, catching the tapered tip on his open hole, “No more waiting.”
Giving into his whines, I slowly push inside, each spine pushed in with a pop. The tight, wet heat was going to send me into a frenzy, I grabbed onto Spider’s hips harder, trying to steady myself. As I pushed further in, the spines came to life, each rummaging around his insides, trying to find a good place to stay. 
“So big, Yawne,” Spider’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned.
Yet, I can’t take my eyes off his hole. Bigger than I thought a tawtute body could handle, the stalk was large enough, yet each spine popped inside, spreading his hole farther before swallowing again, and I felt every inch of it, but nothing beats the sight of my hips meeting his ass, the rim of his ass spread white around my fake cock. 
“Look at that; you took it all,” I muttered, unable to believe the sight myself.
All I got for a replay was a broken moan. Wanting something different, I moved my hands down to his knees and pressed them toward his chest. I lean down over Spider’s body, taking notice of the bulge in his stomach. I can’t help the growl that left my lips, a mix of a growl and a purr, as I rolled my hips inside, each spine pulling and wiggling inside him, none of them able to settle for a second. Rubbing and pressing every little thing they can find, watching the cum dribble out of Spider’s cock I know they found the same spot. 
“My Muntxatan, taking it so well for me, so pretty for me,” I growl out as I slide the mowan back, each spine getting stuck and popping out again as I slammed it back inside. 
The scream I got in return was beautiful. I started thrusting my hips, needing to hear more of Spider’s sounds.
“Sl- SLO-, OH FUCk!” Spider tried to stutter out, but I didn’t care.
The tightness from Spider’s hole as he flexed caused me pleasure like I never knew before, as each thrust pushed and pulled on my inner tendrils, building my climax rapidly. 
“You really want me to slow down? I don’t think so. I think you’re enjoying your ass being fucked,” I snarled into his ear. 
The sloppy sounds of the oil spilling everywhere, as each spine popped in and out of his hole, were filthy in the best of ways. I could feel Spider attempting to make himself tighter around the mowan, and I thrust even harder. The sounds of my thighs smacking his ass was loud that it left ringing in my ears. 
“Cum! GonNA CUm!” Spider screamed as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss. 
I eagerly accept his kiss, pulling Spider closer to me. His body was drawn tight, needing to release. I grabbed his cock again and started pumping his cock. I swallowed his moans as he clenched around me, cum flew everywhere as he erupted. I thrust several more times before my coil snapped. My vision whited out as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I continued to thrust erratically as I chased the remnants of my high, but as Spider’s whines became desperate, I knew I had to stop. I slide out of him carefully, and I examine his entrance. The once tight hole is now loose and seems unable to close. It was wicking pathetically as oil dribbled out. 
“You did such a good job. I love you, Spider,” I say softly, proud of how well he did.
When I received no reply, I looked up and saw he was fast asleep. I chuckled at his plight but let him sleep on, gently cleaning him so he wouldn’t be dirty when he wakes up.
Spider has always been Na’vi, no matter what anyone says. I will always see him as more Na’vi than Sully, much to the ire of my sister Neytiri. I may have only been six during the time of the war. Still, I remember Sully before he could speak a word of Na’vi. I remember as he fumbled our ways, and I remember how he betrayed us, the bombs falling from the sky, destroying our home, killing our people, killing my father… I will never accept Sully, the spy, as Omatikaya. And while I will easily die for my nieces and nephews, and I believe Sully would do the same, I hate the way he raises them and won’t hesitate to speak out about it. Neytiri has never approved of how I treat Sully but never said anything about it. The same cannot be said about Spider. She always tries to stop me from bringing him to clan meetings and celebrations, only for me to point out that a spy like Sully gets to go. I say it loud enough to draw attention, quickly shutting her up. There are times I think Neytiri only stays with Sully because she refuses to break a bond made with Eywa, and then she had the kids… maybe once they’re older, she’ll leave him… an ancient tradition of asking Eywa for guidance in breaking a bond, only she will decide.
“Ma’Syulang, what has you thinking so hard?” Spider’s arms wrap around my neck as he stands behind where I am sitting.
I smile at his touch as I lean my head back into his shoulder, “Traditions,” I answer simply.
“What tradition’s exactly?” Spider asked me as he ran his hand through my braids.
“You know, by both human and Na’vi laws, you are more Na’vi than Sully,” I begin.
I could feel Spider stiffen behind me.
“You are a child of Eywa, born on Eyweveng. You follow the Na’vi ways, you speak our language, you are Na’vi,” I finish, placing my hand over his own, “There is a tradition I want to introduce you to.”
“Tìyawn, you cannot just dump all that on me and then start a new topic,” He laughed wetly.
“It is important for you to know because not even Sully can partake in this tradition,” I explain, needing him to understand.
I look back at him, only for his wide eyes to stare back at me, his mouth hanging open.
“Not even? Jake can’t? How can I?” Spider stutters over his words.
I shake my head at him, silencing his words, “I have already talked with my Sa’nu, and she agrees, and as the Tsahìk, she has the final word,” I turn around, wrapping my arms around Spider, noticing the tears in his eyes. I have always hated that Spider thinks so little of himself when he has proven himself over and over again.
I cradle his much smaller body against mine, giving Spider as much love and protection as I can. 
“Mo’at agrees?” He questions softly like he can’t believe it.
I nod my head, “She was the one who mentioned it to me,” I answer him, smiling, happy that my mother approves.
Would you like to learn?” I ask softly, not wanting to push him while he’s feeling vulnerable
“I-yes, I want to learn,” Sider answers firmly as he backs away, taking my hand in his.
I locked our fingers together as my tail swished happily, “Then let's get searching,” I urged vaguely, pulling him along.
This sparked a laugh out of Spider, “Are you going to tell me what we’re looking for?” 
I flashed him a grin, “Nope, it will all be a surprise for you.”
“Fine then, lead the way,” Spider gave a mock bow.
I giggle at his antics as I continue our way to the grove, not that he knows it exists. It is carefully hidden, mainly to make sure no kids find it. It is only meant for those who are mated. Spotting the thicket of loreyu, I smile giddily.
“We’re here. Go through and look,” I point to the other side.
Walking through the loreyu spiraled down, disappearing and allowing us to walk through. Showing us a clearing of spam, they’re all brightly colored, ranging in every shade of color possible, all in slightly different shapes and sizes, but undoubtedly similar to a male Na’vi’s penis.
Spider’s head was whipping around, his eyes wide, and his jaw slack, like he genuinely couldn’t believe what he was seeing, “Paskalin… Why are we in a field of dicks?” His stunned voice managed to get out.
I can’t help but laugh at his reaction. No tawtute has seen these before, but Spider is not a tawtute, “These are mowan spxam, pleasure mushrooms, they are for two mates to enjoy, they have many uses, but I think you can tell they’re all for sex.” 
“Are they dildos?” Spider asks, curious now as he gently touches a rather large orange one.
“Dildos? Oh, those pleasure things made out of plastic, I think that’s what you called it? But kind of. The mowan spxam can live temporarily out of the ground and be replated where you want it to. But the best part is that it bonds with our central slit, both male and female, becoming one with us and giving us the phallic shape to use on our mates. That is why it is ours to pick,” I explain, looking over at some of the younger ones, knowing that a smaller one would be needed for Spider.
“Wait, would I use this on you? Or you use on me?” Spider asked, shocked but not repulsed.
“It can be used for both, but it is primarily meant to be used on the male in the relationship. So he may enjoy the same pleasures as his mate,” I look at Spider and watch his reaction, needing to know if he is alright with this.
He stands there thinking, and I am unable to read his expression from here. I feel my heart race nervously as I wait, fearing that I have pushed him too far.
“How do I choose?” Sider asks, breaking the silence.
I jump from my spot, rush over, and hug him, lifting Spider off the ground and kissing him soundly.
Little giggles flow past his lips, “Yawne, you need to let me down if I am to pick one,” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.
I gently put him back on his feet, “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited for this! For you, Spider! Now you can enjoy the wonderful pleasure you give me every time!” I can’t help but squeal in joy as I rub my chin over Spider’s head, covering him in my scent.
“I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous, but I’m more excited than anything,” Spider admits sheepishly, “Now, show me how this works!” He says, clapping his hands together.
“You pick whichever spxam you want, but make sure you pick one you can handle; you may only choose one in your lifetime. But when you do, you will gently stroke around the base. It will then detach itself and hold onto you.” 
And with that, Spider moves around, looking through them carefully. He paused briefly at one green one that was longer and thicker than his arm. After gawking at it, he quickly moved on, finding a patch of younger spxam and browsing through them. But as I took a look, even these young ones were much larger than what I’ve seen a tawtute have. My ears flickered back as I became concerned, wondering if Spider could take any of these.
“This one,” While I was distracted, Spider had chosen one, and I realized that I should have explained better.
In his hand was a deep violet mowan spxam, the bottom of it wrapped eagerly around his fingers and around his wrist. Each color meant something different. Green ones were calm, the spines stayed still, only moving if needed. Red ones were teasing; they would search for your most sensitive spot and only play there. On the other hand, Purple is wild, never ceasing movement, as they would wraith and move; even the stock couldn’t stay still; some were even known for expanding their size. This is the one that Spider chose, covered thickly in spines that are already twisting around, yet it is too late to tell him, as they have already bound.
“What’s wrong with it?” Spider asked worriedly, fearing he had done something wrong. 
“There is nothing wrong with it!” I wanted to reassure him, for it was me who failed him, “Purple is known for being wild. Typically, only well-experienced Na’vi choose them,” I bite my lips as I explain this. 
“Well, I guess I better learn fast,” Spider’s smile reassured me as his fingers played with the mowan spxam.
Breaking out of my worry, I quickly pulled out a vial I had been carrying. “Yes, I think you should,” The vial was full of oil used for mating, as I had prepared this, hoping it would go well.
“I should have known,” Spider muttered to himself, shaking his head, but I could still see the smile on his face.
“Come here,” I demand softly, holding my hand out.
Spider walked to me, filled with confidence, with love in his eyes. I kneed down to his height as I met his lips with my own. My mating having Eywa’syawn never ceased to fail. I open my mouth to kiss Spider more, dominating his smaller frame with my own as I wrap my arms around him, tugging him closer. I nip at his bottom lip, demanding entrance, which he eagerly gives. My tongue takes over his mouth, filling each centimeter as I play with his tongue. Spider closes his mouth and sucks on my tongue, pulling a moan from me. 
I parted from his lips as I looked down at him. Spider’s face flushed a pretty pink as he gasped for breath.
“Take off your tewng, then lay down,” My voice was soft but left no room for argument.
Despite only having one hand, Spider removed the article of clothing and laid it to the side before kneeling down and then laying himself down flat on the ground. His pretty cock was already hard and flushed red, leaning on his abs. His prone body is a beautiful sight. I could gaze upon him all day.
“You’re so pretty, Tìyawn,” I comment as I run my hand along his thighs and up his stomach. 
“Not as pretty as you,” Spider says back, becoming distracted by my touch.
I chuckle at the comeback; as I focus back on his thighs, I rub my fingers into the meat of them, gently spreading his legs as I do so. I move down to his knees, lifting them, and place his feet up on my thighs, giving me room to work with. Looking down, I see his puckered hole, tiny and pink. I realized I was lucky that Norm had caught learning about this particular tradition. I may have been furious that he knew, but he and Max created a new oil containing a muscle relaxer, and I am thankful for that now.
“So tiny,” I murmur, rubbing my pinky over the small hole, and even that seemed huge.
A small gasp leaves Spider’s mouth, one of surprise and interest. Opening the vial, I poured a tiny amount onto my pinky, just enough to rub into Spider’s skin. Moving back to his hole, I rub my now slick pinky over it, making sure to get every crevice and applying gentle pressure. If what they said is true, then the muscle will slowly relax, allowing me entrance.
“Syulang, I think you might be a bit too big,” Spider’s voice through a moan.
“Shhh, don’t worry, I’ve already planned everything,” I soothe, rubbing a little more firmly, and I can feel the muscle giving in. 
Knowing Spider needs the distraction, I reach up, softly cupping his balls, rolling them in my palm. 
“Oh fuck,” Spider’s head rolled back as his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.
Taking the opportunity, I gently wiggled my pinky inside him. It was tight inside; the spongy walls had never taken anything inside before and were now pulsing around my pinky.
“Eywa!” He gasped.
I wiggled my digit around, trying to make more room or even to fit the rest of the finger inside, stuck at the first knuckle. Furrowing my brow, I pulled my pinky out, grabbed the vial, and placed the tip at Spider’s entrance. The opening easily popped inside, and I poured a good amount of the contents. Pulling the vial out didn’t cause the same popping noise as last time. I put the vial to the side and pushed my pinky in again. This time, it went in with no resistance.
“Tìyawn, what was that? I feel weird,” He asked as I wiggled my finger inside yet again.
“Something made just for you. It is helping,” I explained as I started looking for the spot I had read about.
With Spider’s hole much looser, instead of using my pinky, I switched to my pointer finger; while it was a little tighter than before, there was no resistance on entry. I pushed and prodded inside him, sliding my finger in and out, getting him used to the motion as I continued to look for the spot. Slick sounds from the oil sounded around the grove, mixed with Spider’s moans.
“Slow down, please! I’m close!” He begs me, but I remember reading that humans are much more relaxed after orgasm, so I continue on. 
I turn my wrist so my palm is facing upward. I then curl my finger, hitting something spongy.
Spider arched off the ground as his eyes flew open, “Fuck! Right there!” He shouted, as his cock leaked precum everywhere; a small puddle formed on his stomach as his cock twitched.
Laughing, I prodded that spot again and again as I forced my finger in and out. Seeing that Spider was distracted, I pressed a second finger to his entrance, and it easily slid inside. Noticing how easy it was, I pushed in a third finger, which was swallowed up after a slight push. His one furrowed hole is now stretched taught around my fingers, pushing and pulling, trying to follow the speed I set. 
“Please, I’m too close! I’m gonna cum!” He squealed.
I wanted Spider to cum, so I took his dick between two of my fingers and moved them in time with my other hand, quickly bringing Spider to his reliance. Ropes of cum splattered out of his dick, landing all over his chest, neck, and face. Continuing my movements on his cock, I grabbed the spxam mowan from his hand. By now, my slit was open and weeping for attention, making it easy to gently slide the bottom of the spxam mowan inside. My eyes dilate at the pleasure, each of my inner tendrils wrapping around and playing with the spxam mowan, locking itself inside me for now. As it locked inside, the outer tendrils started to move more. Excited to play soon, I could feel each spine move as if it were my own tendril. I let go of Spider’s cock, earning me a whine, either from the lack of touch or oversensitivity. I’m unsure which it is. Grabbing Spider’s hips, I line him up with the spxam mowan. His cute hole hadn’t closed, showing me the pink inner flesh. I look up at Spider’s face; drool, tears, and sperm cover his face, his chest heaving for breath. A pretty pink blush covers him, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight. 
Spider whines, rolling his hips, catching the tapered tip on his open hole, “No more waiting.”
Giving into his whines, I slowly push inside, each spine pushed in with a pop. The tight, wet heat was going to send me into a frenzy, I grabbed onto Spider’s hips harder, trying to steady myself. As I pushed further in, the spines came to life, each rummaging around his insides, trying to find a good place to stay. 
“So big, Yawne,” Spider’s eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned.
Yet, I can’t take my eyes off his hole. Bigger than I thought a tawtute body could handle, the stalk was large enough, yet each spine popped inside, spreading his hole farther before swallowing again, and I felt every inch of it, but nothing beats the sight of my hips meeting his ass, the rim of his ass spread white around my fake cock. 
“Look at that; you took it all,” I muttered, unable to believe the sight myself.
All I got for a replay was a broken moan. Wanting something different, I moved my hands down to his knees and pressed them toward his chest. I lean down over Spider’s body, taking notice of the bulge in his stomach. I can’t help the growl that left my lips, a mix of a growl and a purr, as I rolled my hips inside, each spine pulling and wiggling inside him, none of them able to settle for a second. Rubbing and pressing every little thing they can find, watching the cum dribble out of Spider’s cock I know they found the same spot. 
“My Muntxatan, taking it so well for me, so pretty for me,” I growl out as I slide the mowan back, each spine getting stuck and popping out again as I slammed it back inside. 
The scream I got in return was beautiful. I started thrusting my hips, needing to hear more of Spider’s sounds.
“Sl- SLO-, OH FUCk!” Spider tried to stutter out, but I didn’t care.
The tightness from Spider’s hole as he flexed caused me pleasure like I never knew before, as each thrust pushed and pulled on my inner tendrils, building my climax rapidly. 
“You really want me to slow down? I don’t think so. I think you’re enjoying your ass being fucked,” I snarled into his ear. 
The sloppy sounds of the oil spilling everywhere, as each spine popped in and out of his hole, were filthy in the best of ways. I could feel Spider attempting to make himself tighter around the mowan, and I thrust even harder. The sounds of my thighs smacking his ass was loud that it left ringing in my ears. 
“Cum! GonNA CUm!” Spider screamed as he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss. 
I eagerly accept his kiss, pulling Spider closer to me. His body was drawn tight, needing to release. I grabbed his cock again and started pumping his cock. I swallowed his moans as he clenched around me, cum flew everywhere as he erupted. I thrust several more times before my coil snapped. My vision whited out as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I continued to thrust erratically as I chased the remnants of my high, but as Spider’s whines became desperate, I knew I had to stop. I slide out of him carefully, and I examine his entrance. The once tight hole is now loose and seems unable to close. It was wicking pathetically as oil dribbled out. 
“You did such a good job. I love you, Spider,” I say softly, proud of how well he did.
When I received no reply, I looked up and saw he was fast asleep. I chuckled at his plight but let him sleep on, gently cleaning him so he wouldn’t be dirty when he wakes up.
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eevvvaa · 8 months
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Hi !
SO ! I recently reached 302 followers and to thank you all for following me, I decided to follow @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone's advice and created a little challenge for you. I tried to make it as easy as possible for you to enjoy it and set free your creativity ! I picked some movies I like, chose quotes and created tropes from them for you to use in your fics.
You can either :
Mention a movie in the fic one way or another
Use a quote from a movie
Use the trope based on a movie
Do all three
You can also mix and match and pick a quote from one movie and a trope from another. Whatever gets your imagination and creativity going ! Feel free to pick what inspires you 😇
As for the fics, you can write about whoever and whatever you want. Any fictional characters or real person. I mostly read Supernatural and The Boys fanfic, but you're welcome to write about another fandom, Jensen Ackles' other characters or actor/actress if you'd like to !
Here's the list :
• Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade
Quotes :
"You lost today, kid. But that doesn't mean you have to like it.”
"You say this has been just another typical day for you huh?" "No. It's been better than most."
"Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek?"
"Are you crazy ? Don't go between them." "Go between them. Are you crazy ?"
Trope :
Being manipulated by/manipulating the enemy
• The Hangover
Quotes :
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
"You are literally too stupid to insult."
"Am I missing a tooth ?"
"Tigers love pepper. They hate cinnamon."
Trope :
Not remembering the night before
• Tangled
Quotes :
"You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done!"
"So, I made the decision to trust you.""A horrible decision, really."
"Let’s just assume everyone in here doesn’t like me."
"You broke my smolder!"
Trope :
Realizing someone's dream
• Back To The Future
Quotes :
"I finally invent something that works!"
"If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything."
"I've never seen purple underwear before."
"He's a very strange young man."
Trope :
Going back in time
• Crazy Stupid Love
Quotes :
"Ew. Friend to friend. Ew."
"You think I'm the perfect combination of sexy and cute ?"
"I'm going to help you rediscover your manhood. Do you have any idea where you could have lost it ?"
"I'm wildly unhappy, and I'm trying to buy it, and it's not working."
Trope :
One Night Stand
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To participate, you just have to send me an ask with what you wanna use. You can join the celebration whenever you want and cancel your participation whenever you want too, if needed. This is supposed to be fun, easy and something enjoyable without any pressure. You're free to write anything that inspires you, in the length you want. Tag me in your fic and use #eevvvaa302celebration within your first five tags, so I can find you easily.
The no no are of course : non-con, incest... you got the idea
I'm putting the deadline at January 24th (So we can all remember the date 😉) but if you need more time, I'm cool with it !
Once again, thank you all ! Feel free to participate if you like. And if you don't, you still deserve a big kiss 💋
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lemonwisp · 3 months
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I genuinely love when I get stuff on my dash that are my mutuals’s interests, like it makes me feel so connected to y’all (also sappy stuff at the bottom of the post reflecting on my first year of having tumblr)
I get Ancient Rome memes because of @the-casbah-way / @caesxr
I get Batman head cannons and comics from one of yall (honestly it’s probably because of @idkwhatthisisbutheresdcandstuff but I’m not 100% sure)
I get owl house comics on my dash because of @professional-termite and @not-sobasicbisexual
I get the strokes stuff because of @talkingadult
I get good omens stuff because of a multitude of you like that.
I FOUND THE PERPETRATOR THAT HAS BEEN MAKING RED DWARF STUFF SHOW UP ON MY DASH, (no hate it’s just I forgot that it existed and also I’ve been wondering who it’s because of) it’s @iiep-wop
Like I know that’s kinda how tumblr works (I think? I’m still learning even though I made this account like very early on in 2023)
This is also a post about how I’m so happy I made all of these friends (and many more) on tumblr just this year because this is my first year on tumblr and I’m so thankful for all of you and welcoming me into the NATM fandom so quickly. Thank you all for helping me out in the beginning when I was as figuring out how to use tumblr (specifically with like the badges and figuring out how to display them) also with learning tumblr etiquette (thanks for being patient lmao, I’m still having to remind myself to reblog and not just like) and thank you for tagging me in stuff about mutuals and stuff because while I don’t always respond I always see it and it makes me smile (If I don’t respond it’s because all my mutuals have been added already) anyway I’m so excited to continue this tumblr journey in 2024
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kittensartswriting · 5 months
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BEAR CASTLE CHRONICLES CAST
Faerathos Cor Mantgamia
Main Character | 27 | Ethnicity: Cerfi | Physicist | Courtier | INFP | he/him | #faerathos
"Physics makes sense. It's hard and complicated, sure, but if I study it enough, learn enough, there is a truth I can find and understand. Then all the pieces fall into their places. People though..." Faerathos sighed and took a long sip from his wine. "The more I learn, the less I understand."
Faerathos is the oldest child of the previous Duke of Cabalusia, and publicly known to be the only surviving one. After the civil war, where Mantgamia clan was ousted from their power and largely killed, Faerathos was taken as a hostage to the Imperial Court as a deterrent for any surviving sympathizers and especially his uncle, who survives in exile. While he has been imprisoned in the court for 13 years, he is treated as a quest and has been able to pursue his passion in science and become a physicist. He has not been allowed political freedom though, for being labeled as a traitor, but certainly his support for the republican cause is not doing him any favors. He is an utopian dreamer, intelligent, empathetic, stubborn and kind of a mess.
The court, where he is under constant surveillance, was a lonely and hostile environment to grow up in, but he at least has his uncle, his aunt's widow, sir Marcus K'irhinzaham with him. Marcus became his unofficial guardian and has since tried to keep him safe, which turned out to be not the easiest mission. Faerathos is impulsive and prone to self-destructive behavior, which often puts him in less than safe situations. Not least of them committing actual treason and poking around court secrets. Marcus is like a father to him, but his protectiveness often clashes with Faerathos' lack of self-preservation. Faerathos has also found an unlikely friend in the young emperor, Augustus, who also feels like a prisoner in the court under his mother's iron rule. (And who Faerathos may or may not be in love with.) However, he also has an on-and-off affair with Augustus' wife, empress Eirdene, which is very much treason. Augustus' marriage is miserable and he cheats on his wife as much as he has time to, but Faerathos still hates himself for betraying his only friend. Despite that and that the affair itself is very much toxic and definitely not good for him, or perhaps because of it, he still always comes back for more.
He has an insatiable desire to make sense of the world, including the seemingly senseless civil war. His clan was accused of conspiring the murder of the previous emperor, which according to the official narrative, caused the civil war. Faerathos doesn't buy it. And when the events of the war are given a critical look, some questions arise. Why would the Mantgamias kill the aging emperor and risk everything, when a Mantgamia (on mother's side) was first in line to the imperial throne? Why did Faerathos' uncle, who was executed for the emperor's murder along Faerathos' aunt and cousin, leave a cryptic message about knowing too much and a diary with dozens of torn off pages? And most importantly, how and why was there an ancient colossal dragon in the siege of the Bear Castle?
Asking those questions is dangerous business under the authoritarian rule of the empress dowager Verginia. As he dives into the secrets of the court, he finds dangerous magic, assassinations, political power struggles, cults and ancient gods.
Tag list under the cut. Let me know if you want to be added or removed!
BCC tag list: @siarven @worldbuildng @emilyoracle @frvnwrites @kainablue @writingrosesonneptune @contes-de-rheio @faelanvance @outpost51 @dotr-rose-love
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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(purify our misfit ways tag | AO3)
Sometimes he runs through the timeline in his head, trying to figure out: when they were trapped in the elevator, was he yelling at Gareth for fucking up the drum solo? When a sadistic goddamn Russian guard was making them bleed, was he already home and lighting up, Sabbath in the background?
He knows there’s probably not anything he could’ve done if he’d been there with them, but maybe—maybe it would’ve made a difference. Maybe if he’d been there, it would’ve helped somehow.
“Um, no,” says Steve, when Eddie makes the mistake of saying something to that effect. “Jesus, no. I’m really fucking glad you weren’t there, Eddie.”
“Huh. Okay,” says Eddie, a little hurt. He knows he’s not part of the new Steve-and-Robin thing or whatever, but still.
He’d driven Robin over to Steve’s place as a favor, because apparently Robin makes house calls at the Harrington estate now; he hadn’t really thought through the fact that he’d have to hang around until Robin is ready to go, seeing as Steve definitely isn’t capable of driving anytime soon, and now Robin’s in the bathroom and this might actually be the first time it’s ever just been the two of them in a room alone together, and this is what Steve Harrington chooses to say.
“No, I mean—” Steve goes to push his hand through his hair like he always does, and hisses as his bandaged hand catches on the strands. “I hate that Robin was there too. If I was worrying about taking care of you and Robin both, I’d…probably have done something really dumb.” Steve huffs, wincing. “Even dumber, I mean.”
“Who says I’d need you to take care of me? Who takes care of you, huh?” says Eddie. He doesn’t exactly mean to say it like that, and it comes out too soft.
Steve blinks at him like he’s just said something in Quenya, and Eddie…
Okay, so, when Eddie was a kid and still living with his ma, there was this mean old tomcat who’d come around. Never let anyone near, not that most people even wanted to get near something that ragged-looking and crusty. It wasn’t anything pretty or soft, looked like it had about a million diseases, and Ruth Munson had forbidden Eddie in no uncertain terms to go near the thing. Eddie hadn’t needed telling twice. He’d seen the tomcat take a real chunk out of a neighbor girl who’d tried to pet it, seen her hollering at the blood. Eddie wasn’t going to get himself bit like that, no way.
But then some real asshole had clipped the wretched beast out on the road, and Eddie’d found it mewling pitifully with a busted leg right outside his door, of all places. He’d never even tried to be nice to it before, but there it was looking up at him all big-eyed and limping and confused.
Turns out it’d been a savvy old tom to go to him after all, because Eddie’d taken one look and with all the resignation his eleven-year-old heart could muster, he’d thought: ah, hell. Guess this is happening.
Anyway, that’s the same feeling he gets looking at Steve Harrington, now.
Ah, hell.
The tomcat had still been kicking around when Eddie’d left to live with Wayne a few years later, more ancient and ornery than ever, but he’d always let Eddie sidle up close and rub the base of his ears even after his leg healed up and he didn’t need Eddie anymore. Went so far as to purr loud and ugly sometimes when Eddie did that, sputtering and wheezing up a racket like a broken-down motorbike. Even now, Eddie still thinks about him sometimes, wonders how he’s doing.
He rubs his eyes, suddenly wrung out. He hadn’t even known to be on his guard against this, but now it’s here, and he’s just going to have to ride it out until it reaches whatever tragic resolution it’s going to reach. He won’t make the same mistake he did with Robin, though; he’ll keep a leash on his greedy bastard of a heart until it learns not to push for stuff he can’t have.
It’s not the same, obviously. But it’s part of the same pattern; the kind of pattern that’s stretched over Eddie’s life, repeating again and again while he fails to learn his lesson. He’s always been too much for people to take, too hungry for stuff they can’t give him. This painfully tender thing that’s starting to unfurl in him whenever he looks at Steve, now, is just the dumbest part of him ignoring all the flashing red lights warning danger, danger, danger.
He can keep a lid on it, though. He can be better than the weakest part of himself this time. He has to be, because the thing is, Eddie has put in a lot of work into not being the probably-gay kid this time around. He can’t afford to let something slip in front of Steve Harrington, who despite all recent falls from grace is still someone people would believe if he ever said something about Eddie. The denizens of Hawkins High would definitely latch on, if word got around that Steve said something.
If Eddie has to go through the same thing he did back at his old school, but worse and more this time around because all the kids have sharper teeth, he’s—
He’s—
He’s not going to go through that, is all.
Honestly, Eddie had kind of thought he’d be past all this by this point in his life. He’s not sure what kind of life he’d thought he could have, but—a big city, maybe? New York, LA, Chicago, anywhere but Hawkins. It had seemed like a good starting point, but the city means money he doesn’t have, which means a real job he can’t get without the god damn diploma that keeps getting yanked away from him like he’s Charlie Brown chasing the god damn football.
His world is so small and petty, and he knows it, but it’s all he’s ever known. He never expected Steve to come creeping in at the edges, sweet and mean by turns, stealing his best friend and not even having the decency to be a real douchebag about it. Somehow becoming a pretty decent friend to Eddie, too.
Steve’s head is lolling against the back of the couch, eyes closed, breathing even. He’s still supposed to be on a bunch of medication, though Eddie has the sneaking suspicion Steve isn’t taking his pills as religiously as he should. He’s been complaining about feeling too fuzzy with the pills, not being able to think straight.
Personally, Eddie doesn’t really get it. If offered the choice, Eddie would take that cotton-wool layer between himself and the rest of the world any day of the week.
“Is he asleep?” Robin whispers, perching on the arm of the couch.
“No,” mumbles Steve, struggling back upright. “I’m awake. I’m here.”
Eddie glances over at Robin, biting down on a damningly fond smile. “Okay, sailor. How about we get you to bed, huh?”
Steve blinks at him, already sleep-flushed and hazy, and Eddie takes his elbow to tug him up gently. “C’mon. Robin, where’s his room?”
They get him all tucked in; Steve’s pliant, goes easy, and starts snoring before Eddie even hits the lights on his way out.
“I don’t think he’s been getting a lot of sleep,” says Robin.
“Yeah, seems like,” sighs Eddie. “How about you, Robbie? How’ve you been holding up?”
She frowns. “What are you talking about? It’s not like I even needed stitches or anything. Not like Steve did.”
“Sure, but.” He shrugs helplessly. “Buckley, you lived through a fucking nightmare too. Drugged by Russians in an underground lair, shit. It wouldn’t be unreasonable if it, you know, left a mark.”
She climbs into the passenger seat of his van, folding her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees in blatant violation of automobile safety protocols. “I’m fine, Eddie. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“Okay,” he says. “I mean, I’m gonna. You can’t stop me. I’m a rebel like that, totally off the chain.”
Robin grins, a bright flash in the low evening light, as he starts the van up to take her home. “Yeah, yeah,” she says. “Love you too, nerd.”
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every noah marshall fanfic
under the cut are all the noah marshall fanfics i could find. all respective authors are credited—and massive thanks for their works <3 (and if you'd like me to take it off this list pls lmk!) ps — lmk if i missed some and feel free to tag me in any new fics !
key [editor’s note]  ★ personal fav (BUT THEY ARE ALL GOOD NOAH STANS ARE FR TALENTED) 
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a promise by @heartofarcanum
It was no one’s fault really. It was this thing that lived in the woods. This force, this power, corrupting souls left and right. It had ruined lives for centuries, but Jamie wasn’t about to let it ruin Noah’s any further.
★ a seed planted by @galpalaven
In that little bit of time before everything came crashing down, they did make a memory or two. Or, alcohol and high school bullies can make for a nice night, once in a blue moon.
after everything by pinkiegladysgutzman
Noah gives an update on how Connor's doing. Takes place after It Lives Beneath. For everyone who chose Connor because Noah wasn't an option.
as orpheus to eurydice by galpalaven
A story fit for the temples of Ancient Greece and the campfires on the battlefields of Rome, Noah Marshall does the impossible for the only person he's ever truly loved. Noah brings his best friend back from the dead, and lives to tell the tale.
★ brown eyes and cheap whiskey by anonymous :( 
Devon still hates whiskey, and always will. It’s just that.. it’s taste is sweeter, somehow, after it’s passed through Noah’s lips.
★ despair by linkysmommy
Noah experiences the emotional aftermath of MC sacrificing herself to save him and Jane.
everything i couldn’t see before by @hold-me-tight-big-boat
This started as a little drabble based on the soulmate au that the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate then quickly turned into something I could imagine as possibly the introduction for It Lives Book Three. I took the idea that it’d take place in the mountains and kinda ran with it. Seeing as it’s possible for both MCs from book one and two to be dead, there’s also a new MC. 
★ green light by @stayfallentasticc
Noah sees a familiar face in art class; a face he knows all so well. 
head over heels for you by @stunningstans
Takes place during the development of Noah and MC’s relationship. Basically, it’s just fluff.
★ i bet you look good on the dancefloor by @cryinginthebackseat
She rolled her eyes. “You heard me the first time, Marshall. Pretty please? Come on, consider this as our way to celebrate Redfield’s defeat!” Jesus, since when did he celebrate something in general? And now to dance? Amongst the crowd and with her no less? Noah’s head said hard no, he already had a myriad of thoughts in his mind right now, he couldn’t afford getting distracted and when there were feelings in the way, he feared if he couldn’t trust himself to keep his emotion in check. Yet his heart said otherwise. This was Zoey, Noah could never deny her. He would never deny her anything, especially when this could be their last moment on good terms together.
if only by stayfallentasticc
(Written in Noah’s Perspective) Noah finds himself falling for his best friend, but finds himself in denial. How will he react when he confirms MC is dating someone else? 
it lives again by a_sprinkle_of_glitter
last year, dollie sacrificed herself for noah and jane marshall in the hopes of putting an end to the terror in westchester. after a year of nightmares and running from his mistakes, noah has come home. haunted by the memory of his sister and the girl he betrayed (or maybe they're actually haunting him. he doesn't know anymore), he's determined to set things right. he wants to find a way to bring her back, but he'll settle for releasing her from whatever power holds her and giving her rest.
ilitw fic by @it-lives-in-westchester
This is how I personally think MC and Redfield!Noah first meeting went.
★ it lives in the woods by machinehead
[retelling with noah as love interest] 
★ it lives in the woods by @lovelahela
[retelling with noah as presumed li]
it lives everywhere (a collection of it lives au fics) by nitelunne
it lives within us: an it lives retelling by nitelunne 
★ juxtaposed with you  by @moonydaydreams
Lighting never strikes in the same place twice, but a second chance does. Even for someone like Noah Marshall.
late nights by @rainesclan
After an argument between the group, Noah stops by late one night to brainstorm with MC (Kayleigh) about the situation with Redfield.
lighthouse by stayfallentasticc
[dan x noah x mc] Stacy gives Noah the advice to tell Her. He figures he will one day, just not today. Soon after, he finds out - he should’ve. 
★ like happiness by @livesbeneath
she assumes that’s what he’s practicing now; recipes he’s perfected a hundred times over. in this respect, good enough will never be good enough for him. he has more drive than most give him credit for, and without that drive, baby jane’s would be nothing more than a thought scribbled down on a notepad.
lost and found by anonymous
"What do you want from me?!" he shouts. "Why can't I just let you go?" You don't want to let her go, the better part of him says. You know what you have to do.
★ once, twice, forever (although nothing ever lasts that long) by @yawninginf
And while the shadows might still be the same, their inhabitant has changed. And this monster can still recognize the gaze piercing through its darkness. Those eyes… They're familiar. aka: time after that fateful night of homecoming barely passed, until mc (female Devon) returned to find what remained of the one left behind
★ percolating gently by @slothgiirl
au in which jane marshall lives and mc and noah and jane run off to live happily ever after a family of three
pricks and needles by stayfallentasticc
Follows immediately after the end of the latest chapter. MC discovers that Redfield was Jane all along. Will Noah succumb to the darkness that beckons him? Or will MC manage to help him?
★ six feet between by livesbeneath
to be caught trespassing in a cemetery is bad enough without a preceding criminal record. he knows visiting westchester is risky, and that being out in the open isn’t the smartest idea, but he finds it somewhat therapeutic, maybe in a sickening way, to occasionally come full circle after his stops at the ruins. 
★ sharp objects by livesbeneath
noah attempts to avoid bringing feelings to light as the gang marches on redfield a final time.
toss your dirty shoes (in my washing machine heart) by slothgiirl
[connor x mc x noah] mc is planning her wedding to connor and things happen. good things.
★ the end of all things by livesbeneath
it’s three am, and her laugh is in his head. it almost makes him want to live.
the night devon died by @pixelberryjungkook
[drabble]  This is a little account of the night Devon died and took Jane's place (from the perspective of Noah).
the time that came between (+part 2) by linkysmommy
What happened to Noah after Jazmyn Park sacrificed herself and he fled Westchester?
the train ride home is invalid by stayfallenstasticc
[dan x mc x noah] Dan and MC have been dating for quite some time. However, after a football game, Noah decides to tell Dan something important (that he has feelings for MC). 
the road that leads to you by stayfallentasticc
[dan x mc x noah // mainly a dan/mc fit but there are some good noah mc crumbs, such as “Noah’s face brightens, a flash of happiness that Dan hasn’t seen before evident in his face.”] The development of Dan and MC’s relationship; a deeper look into how Dan falls for MC and MC as a whole. The green, red lights and stop signs of their relationship. 
someday by nocturnalknight
Jun confesses. Noah runs. Neither of them can escape their demons, or forget about each other. The span of a years-long yearning.
weekends in westchester by @twyrinehaze
Noah and Devon through 3 different Saturdays, and 3 different years.
what if this storm ends (and i don’t see you) by @zekedorian
set in chapter 14, when the gang is on their way to confront redfield for the final time.
you will never walk alone by @noahpologiste
Right after chapter 8, “Breakdown.”
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desperately, desperately by leovaldezismycomfortcharacter
Devon finds it hard to breathe while his friends argue.
friends by @robbiessutcliffe
After Alexei sacrificed himself to take Jane’s place, Noah felt that it was his fault. So a year later, he finds himself going back to the woods. This has been going on for a while, but one day… He's spotted.
forever by @littlebirdofprey
Set before the beginning of It Lives In The Woods during the end of their junior year, Victor wants to reconnect with Noah but doesn't know how.
judas’ kiss by @professor-abeloved
After years of fighting for his life, you finally see him—your best friend, made blood and flesh and bone once more. The reason you've working non-stop for years; the reason your heart beats in anticipation, waiting for the day his own comes to life. The reason the rest of your friends are dead.
of what was everything by littlebirdofprey
Trying anything and everything to help keep Noah as much himself as possible, Victor plays Noah some of his favourite music.
the misfortunes of shadow boy by paperdreams123
Fletcher Blackwood knows that he is still in there, somewhere. And that is all he needs.
the only way is forward by littlebirdofprey
set during ch.19 of It Lives Within. Victor tries to cheer up Noah about food not tasting right since his resurrection
there for you by robbiessutcliffe
Things have been getting harder for Noah at home with everything going on… So who better to go to than his most trusted friend, Alexei?
snowflake kisses by professor-abeloved
Devon's first time in the snow again, was both a familiar memory and a strange dream, realer than anything in the past few months. (It's as if the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.)
run boy run by robbiessutcliffe
This talks about the ending of ILITW, after MC (named Alexei, in this) sacrifices themself.
we lived by dvnlln 
you’re not alone by writerofdoom
Noah attempts to reconcile with the one person he hurt the most.
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a collection of fics written by @julia-highstorms
★ home is six feet under by stayfallentasticc
Noah can sense whenever MC (you) is upset. You find solace in the safety in his arms, but you can’t shake off the feeling in the pit of your stomach.
live. die. repeat. by slothgiirl
★ maybe together we can get somewhere by slothgiirl
the gang finds out noah is alive. he and mc have built a life together while no one was paying attention 
★ nothings going to take you from my side by slothgiirl
in which mc deals with the fallout of redfield/jane all while reconnecting with the boy they thought they’d lost forever.
take a deep breath baby by slothgiirl
Noah figures out how to make things right.
the one where mc communes with her ghost boyfriend noah by @slothgiirl
★ the one where noah marshall saves mc by slothgiirl
things you said with too many miles between us by @shreyamistry
through the trees by stayfallentasticc
Noah and MC have drifted apart, will the confrontation leave both sides with answers. 
realizing you’ve fallen in love by shreymistry
Here I bring to you, Ava, Andy, Stacy, Lucas, Lily, Noah, and Dan x MC mini fics!
★ what could have been us by xclipsx
A collection of Noah X MC draft fanfics, I've been keeping ever since the book ended.  whistle me a silent memory There’s so much you wish you could tell them. How much you wished to hear Jane’s laughter one last time. How much you wished to tell Noah just how you felt about him for 12 years. be my endgame Confessing how you feel about your bestfriend turned stranger is kinda hard. Not to mention you're both tired, depressed and awkward around each other. Damn, when can ya'll have a break? “To lay my life for you in a heartbeat. So, what I’m trying to say is that you, Noah Marshall, are my best friend, my most trusted confidant, my rock, my world, my endgame.” ★ rest and peace Relationship established. Kiss Noah Marshall. Fall asleep. In which you stay at home, down with the sickies and Noah tries to be a good best friend but with kisses. [ps. when you're done, listen to this song. thank me later.]
valentine’s day by shreymistry
How you spend Valentine’s Day together. 
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again by swansongdive
Tunia Vance didn't believe that the boy wandering around in a red beanie was a murderer. Even as she talks to the ghost of his victim, she doesn't believe it.
★ amen, amen by @littlecrookedheart
[psychological fiction] This takes place 14 years after Jane’s death and roughly 5 years after the events in ILITW. Noah is 22 years old.
another memory by andytomoichi
In the woods, the only thing easier than time to lose track of was memory.
dead and gone by @itspixelberrychoicestime
Being the only one alive, Noah has to face everything he caused. So, what did he do? He ran.
deep run by livon
Sometimes small towns are normal and then sometimes, there are vampires.
ghost pizzas by @skyecrandall
[male mc]  Noah believes that they should try and tame Jane. But will it all go according to plan?
ilitw reunion fic by it-lives-in-westchester
ILITW Gang meets Redfield!Noah again after the events of It Lives Beneath. It's awkward as hell but what did everyone expect 
meet me by the woods by forestfire34720 
“Meet me by the woods. One hour. Tell no one. There’s something you all need to see.” In which Andy, Dan, Stacy, Lucas, Ava, and Lily learn that one friend isn’t quite so unforgivable and another friend may be dead but isn’t lost yet.
the thing about grief by @edeanglory
a look into noah marshall’s grief
lame excuses by somethinginwater
[drabble]  “You use, don’t you?”
★ promises by it-lives-in-westchester
Noah gets caught after attempting to vandalize a house when he was 12, and he has to deal with the consequences idk what else to summarize as it is.
★ seven by anonymous 
He sits alone. Thinking. Thinking far too much. He taps his finger on the table. Sighs. Stares into his coffee, an abyss. One year ago today, seven lives were lost. And he has the blood of all seven on his hands.
untitled? by shreyamistry
Stacy beats Noah the fuCK up! And rest the gang is present. Except for Redfield MC who is in the ruins being sad and lonely and well dead.
anymore i may have missed
⤷ https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Noah%20Marshall/works
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Ya know what tbqh I'm having a lot more fun interacting with SJM since deciding to hash tag stan tamlin but also what grinds my gears!?!? What butters my fucking croissants!?!?!
Tamlin has HOBBIES.
No no. Seriously. I have a point. Listen:
We know the following pieces of information about the Spring Court/Tamlin in ACOTAR: Most of the government falls squarely on Tamlin's shoulders because most of the old guard and the former sentries are dead, because they left the Spring Court to search for a "cure." He and Lucien actively patrol their borders and hunt for monsters that threaten humans and faeries alike. Taxes are collected once a year via the Tithe, but Tamlim absolishes the Tithe during Amarantha's rule. There are no cities. There is almost no distinction in the Court between High Fae and "lesser fae." He was a victim of abuse via his father and two much older brothers. Human slaves used to be common, but Tamlin finds his family history abhorrent and considers himself a protector type. He personally took Lucien to another Court for healing after Amarantha damaged his eye in a way that Tamlin himself could not fix. A faerie dies in his living room and Tamlin personally buries him. Tamlin takes refugees from other courts. The most important holiday is Calanmai, wherein Tamlin sacrifices his bodily autonomy and gets possessed by a god (?) in order to generate magic during the changing of seasons. He can be grouchy but he has a sense of humor; he writes silly poems for fun and plays music well enough that Feyre thinks he could make an actual career of it.
A lot of this gets re-conned, re-framed as "conservative" and sometimes actively ignored in order to attribute more positive qualities to Rhys - who in ACOTAR, is shown to be a manipulative liar who commits murder for fun and drugs/assaults Feyre. Tamlin clearly suffers from PTSD in ACOMAF but his symptoms are not "noble" or cute like Feyre. The narrative postulates that while Feyre needs to learn that she's worthy of love and freedom and that her dark past doesnt define her, Tamlin needs to be "redeemed" because his trauma is not as important or as valid as hers, and he can't be worthy of help until he repents for his "crime" of acting in ways that are - from his perspective- completely logical, and based in genuinely good/loving intentions.
In ACOWAR, Feyre states that she begins implanting/altering the memories of Tamlin in other people's heads to make them abandon him. She also steals a gift (presumably, a gift from Rhys to Tamlin) because she doesn't feel he deserves it, and contemplates burning down the rose garden which is pretty much all Tamlin has left of his mother.
This... does not make me hate Tamlin in the slightest. I read these books and actively struggle to hate him the way the narrative wants because everything about him is legitimately just tragic and pitiable.
While all this goes on the narrative goes on to reposition Rhysand - the guy who caused a lot of the main heroine trauma - as the best guy who ever lived. He's cruel to be kind, deeply misunderstood and hurting in silence. A martyr whose pain is just like the heroine's, who is an immortal ancient warrior king more powerful than any other person in the world but still somehow the narrative equal of a barely literate 20 year old woman. That sure is a choice and ya know what fine, whatever, I accept that this is the story I'm reading. But back to my earlier point:
What hobby does Rhysand have other than sex and fighting?
Answer me. Quickly.
The retcons with Tamlins character are annoying on their own because SJM clearly thinks her audience is too stupid to remember book one of her own series. But it's especially annoying for me given that Rhysand is a boring mouthpiece for the author to moralize her faerie books. As a character he's incredibly bland. There's nothing about him that's compelling because everything "bad" that he does is justified and righteous, and he can't be challenged or hurt because that would make Feyre (the other author mouthpiece) very sad. :(
Anyway remember to stan tamlin, send tweet.
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!Dating Sukuna HeadCanons!
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Scenario:-what would it be like to date ryumen sukuna?
Pairing:-sukuna x gn!reader{shell}
Genre:-fluff
Type:-headcanons
A/N:-i hopy you like this @shelly-stark-official! I tried:’)
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Okay
SO
Sukuna is a little shit
But its fine cos so are you~
Honestly the fact that the kINg oF cUrSeS fell in love with your devious and scheming self was not a surprise
Especially not to yuuji(poor fella had to share all of sukunas thoughts abt you and while u and itadori were besties.sukuna wasnt um...thinkin of you in a um platonic way)
(Like at all)
So when buddy boi finally asked you out
And although it felt weird um datin someone who shared the same body as your best friend,you got used to it and yuuji learned not to be so awkward abt it too...
And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~
And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~
(You knew youd be able to use your quirk if something rly badd happened to him)
And lemme tell you ‘kuna fell even deeper in love~
Sometime you and him and yuuji go out for lunch and while yuuji is the one in control,sukuna opens up those lil mouths on yuujis palms and under his eye to talk to you.
You feed him fries and yuuji hates that the grease is getting on his face😭(ples apologise to our best boi 😔)
So many ppl were like legitimately scared of sukuna but to you he was just a little shit and honestly? I think yall’d be cutee together (i wanna be the ring bear! 🐻)
(I think ur dates would include LOTS of scheming but also bitchin,cos this man has THOUSANDS of yeaes worth of tea to spill and hearin abt ancient gossip is still funny as shit🙈)
Now a little on the powercouple dynamic~
I think that while yall would tease and joking insult eachother,if anyone else tried dishing out jabs in your respective directions the other wouldnt stand for it
Like if someone ELSE calls u idiotic,theyre begging for mercy in a second
And if anyone calls sukuna something insulting,you’re basically walkingg them upto deaths door urself
And if You ever mention how this means he cares abt you,he will in fact go into denial and completely invalidate your opinion on the subject
Furthermore if anyone ever speaks badly of the two of you as a couple (i.e. gossiping and such) yall would just completely ignore them
Like who cares if a barely succeeding apprentice sorcerer doesnt approve of your relationship?????
Yh thats right,no one!
And just to piss em off further,i think hed suddenly initiate a particularl Passionate kiss in front of the gossiper.
Suffice to say that shut em up,for better or worse
I dont really think sukuna would ever fully open up to anyone,not even his s/o.but every so often you do catch glimpses of who he is deep down.its usually blink-and-you-miss-it moments but youve caught some
He doesnt really carw about how open you are either but i think itd make him feel special if you are morw open and vulnerable with him.again,he rly doesn’t give a fuck but it just makes him feel a certain way,y’know?
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feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!
Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please
Taglist open for anyone interested!
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Fics Still Missing part 4
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These fics are still missing suggestions!
Feat. WangxianFicFinder blog
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1. This is a bit old fic. I remember in it Wangxian are living in a cottage now, and one day WWX finds LWJ vehemently chopping wood. Turns out LWJ is punishing himself because he missed few days of “everyday” therefore he thinks he failed WWX. Do you remember what that fic was? Heh #3 on post
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2. Could you please help me find a fic? The main point was that Lan Wangji was injured in the Gusu massacre and during the turtle cave scene Wuxian gives Wangji his core. The story is canon compliant otherwise, but after Wuxian’s death Wangji learns to play the dizi and he always keeps Chenqing in his belt. I think it was a long fic (50,000+ words) and could have sworn I read it on ao3… but I can’t find it again! Help!! #12 on post
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3. Looking for a fic. Wei Wuxian goes on tour or something similar, and the tabloids post something about him cheating even though he didn’t. He’s dating Lan Wangji and even tho he knows he didn’t cheat he can’t handle the stress of having a boyfriend on tour/ far away. I think it ends with WWX coming back to LWJ and canceling his tour or something similar. Please, any help would be great!!! @/withoutwingsx  #17 on post
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4. i have given up searching for a fic on my own and turn to you. it was a modern au w/cultivation, lz and wwx were working together but wwx was not sect/family affiliated. it’s revealed at some point that wwx was manipulated by madam yu into donating his core and then basically tossed out, but no one knew the details. he’s on some kind of probation while he recovers from the core donation surgery. please help, it’s been days. @/plotwitch #4 on post
not FOUND All Old Things are New Again series by The Feels Whale (@/miscellea)
not FOUND Wei Wuxian’s Guide to Hacking for Fun and Profit by ArgentInferno
not FOUND the soft animal of your body  by sysrae
not FOUND this river runs to you by sundiscus
NOT FOUND! Where You Say My Name by trippednfell
NOT FOUND! Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy
NOT FOUND! 🧡 but his smile never dimmed by Stratisphyre
FOUND? Truth Will Out (when caught on video) by KizuKatana (E, 117k, WIP, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, modern cultivation, YZY abuses WWX, caught in camera, partial core removal, WWX expelled from Jiang sect, live streamer WWX, meet-ugly, dual cultivation)
For #27 of missing fic, it sounds vague familiar. Does the fic have wwx working freelance to catalogue/prep-clear out a seized warehouse full of dark artifacts and lz is searching for a missing dragons scale? Or is it one where they're investigating a series if grisly murders where people are used to make arrays and he works as a professor and is briefly a suspect? Or where there's sect cultivators, but also 'city cultivators' like wwx that deal with simple/animal control type & he lied for job
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5. Hello, I’m searching a MDZS fic that is a Empress Ki AU. It’s in AO3, but I cannot find it. @/annarielwen  #7 on post
FOUND? Оплачено сполна (Paid in Full) by Rubiya_Sinner (E, 49k, WangXian, ChengXian, Drama, Romance, Slavery, Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Inspired by K-Drama | Korean Drama, Loyalty, Intrigue, Ancient China, Love/Hate, Revenge, Unhealthy Relationships, Doomed Relationship, Betrayal) there is one empress ki tagged fic however it's in Russian
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6. Hi. You all do great work. I’m hoping you can help me find a fic. It’s a sweet little post cannon, birthday fic for WWX. He and LWJ go into town for food with the juniors to celebrate. All the juniors give him really nice gifts. I think JL gives him something really special and LSZ is worried that his gift isn’t as good as JL…or something along those lines. I wish I could remember more. I hope this is enough to go on. Thanks again! #10 on post
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7. Hi! I was wondering g if you could help me find a fix, I actually first knew about because of you I belive, it’s a time travel fix it fic in which both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanji got send back before the sun campain, they had a meeting with the clans and basically stopped it from happening, great part of the fic is actually after all is well, like they adopt a yuan, and stuff, nobody dies. I remember Wei Ying having a panic attack and people believing they are from the future because they are inmediatly lovydovy with each other. I believe it was long, like 30 or 50 chapters? Thank ahead!  #19 on post
FOUND? We Can See a New Start by preciousbunnynoiz (M, 127k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, Soulmates, Time Travel Fix-It, Biting, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, but mentally they are adults, Making Out, Fluff and Angst, Humor, Happy Ending, PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Supportive LWJ, Communication, Soul Bond, Blood, Found Family, Parent-Child Relationship, aromantic JC, Lesbian WQ, Queerplatonic Relationships, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Disassociate episodes, disassociating, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Self-Hatred, Depression, Delusions, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Attempted Sexual Assault, Therapy, Supportive JC, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Torture, Revenge, Self-Sacrifice, Accidental Bonding, Brotherly Bonding)
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8. Hello! I am looking for the wangxian fic where Jin Ling wants to formally court Lan Sizhui. He asks wei wuxian and then asks for his help to talk to lan zhan. I know I’m the fic wei wuxian wears gusu robes during a conference and acts like the best version of a lan wife. Thank you in advance!! #15 of post
NOT FOUND! A Civil Combpaign by Ariaste
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9. hello! i can’t stop thinking about these (a bit vague) scenes from wangxian fics. could you help me find a fic where A) wei ying falls asleep as he waits for lan zhan outside the jingshi. i think it specified that he fell asleep on the porch? #16A of post
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10. Hiii i need help in finding a fanfic So i remeber that the fic starts with the author telling us that wei ying and lan zhan are happy after everything that happened and wei ying is trying to cultivate his golden core  but wei yings core is not strong enough so that he can cultivate to imortality. Lan zhan decides that he does not want to live eternaly and he ages with wei ying. Lan zhan is  sharing his spiritual energy with wei ying and this way he ie sustaining the both of them until he finally runs out of it and one day they lay in bed and they die together in the jingshi. Next thing you know they wake up in the past and i think this fic is a time travel fix it or just a time travel one i cant remeber anything else. I know i read it on AO3. Please help. @/dacika98 #18 of post
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11. Hey, I’m looking for a post-canon fic where there’s an assassination attempt on WWX with poison and LWJ is super protective and has to find the culprit. Thanks so much! #3 of post
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12. For your next fic finder… I’ve suddenly remembered this elusive  fic. I’m pretty sure it was a canon era BDSM AU (in that people have   inherent dom/sub dynamics), and WWX was a sub that had been   raised/socialized as a dom by the Jiang sect. The fic was set during the  CR study arc, and IIRC something happened in the library that caused   WWX to drop hard, revealing the truth to everybody. It’s not The Hilt  Lies Well In Hand by HeavenlySkyfarer, or A Gesture of Companionship by  Khashana. Help? #13 of post
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13. Hi, for the next fic finder I need help finding 2 fics that I read on AO3. A) During the first siege Wei Ying uses the Soul Summoning Ritual to bring back Jiang Yanli’s soul in his body and the Yanli runs to Jiang Cheng and says something like “A-Cheng it’s me.”.   B) During the Wen Settlement days one morning Wen Qing walks into Wei Ying’s cave and finds him dead on his bed. I think he died due to an illness and Wen Qing wasn’t suprised to find him dead.  Thank you for your help. @/bluekittenfire  #16 of post
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FOUND! A Final Sacrifice by FrozenHawFlakes (T, <1k, major character death, Angst, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, family love, everything is worse off for everyone, except maybe JL, but he has another set of problems, What-If, Canon Divergence)
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14. I can’t find a fic where Wei Ying died at canon and woke up from coma in modern world where everyone is alive and good. And they think Wei Ying is dreaming. Wei Ying is also confused. Everyone is good even madam yu and fengmin. And he’s also lan zhans husband there. Thank u #18 of post
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15. hii!!!! im looking for a fic in which wwx is badly hurt, and the lan doctor tells him that the only way he can survive is through dual cultivation. lwj immediately goes to do the deed because he can’t stand wwx in pain. they get together in the end! but it has a little of angst! their first time is a little sad because wwx is very hurt but they love each other a lot and get quicly together! thank you #20 of post
FOUND? as amber of ember glows by occultings (microcomets) (E, 11k, WangXian, Sex Pollen, Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Mutual Pining, First Time, Miscommunication, Aphrodisiacs, pining for the person you're fucking, Getting Together, mostly) sounds like one of occulting's fics, maybe 'as amber of ember glows' but there are several along this line so I can't be certain?
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16. Posted on instagram. LWJ and WWX were both models, WWX were kidnapped and tortured at one point because of jealous Jin Zixun  @/hid9884 2B of post
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17. Hi can you help me find a fanfic?? um wei wuxian works at a sex shop and lan wangji comes in to close it down bc his parents own it but end up falling in love where as jiang cheng works at a bar where lan xichen fall inlove w/ him and wei wuxian crazy ex (jenny I think) tries to kill him?? #3 of post
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18. Hello, can you help find this fic? The back story in this fic is yzy is cheating with wcz and wwx is yzy'son with wcz. After wwx born he was cast aside and yzy pregnant with soon after with jfm as the fathet. Wcz become a rogue cultivator while raising wwx and he meet csr. In the first chapter i think wwx is kinda kicked out by bssr to make him meet with his sibling in cloud recesses and make a peace with them. I think he introduce himself as a-xian (or it is a-ying? But i think it was a-xian). I think that’s all i can remember. Thank you! #18 of post
FOUND! The Undesirable Son by FragranceLotion97 (G, 34k, WangXian, CQL but WWX is Madam Yu's Bastard Son, It goes differently from the beginning, WWX becomes sworn brother with lxc then becomes his in law, LWJ is still whipped, There is Yin Iron, Heavily CQL with a little mix from the novel, Adding donghua into the fandom because i decide to use a lot of things from there)
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19. For the next fic finder: can you help me find a fic where wwx falls in the lake when they’re fighting the abyss, and everyone believes he dies. Weeks (or maybe months) pass, and then he washes up on the shore of the lake, somehow still alive. I think it might have been Lan Xichen pov, and he was blaming himself for losing wwx since he was in charge of the hunt. #19 of post
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20. Hello! Looking for this fic: Just before he dies, Wei Ying sees Lan Zhan being severely injured (really bad wound through the chest). When he resurrects later on, he’s certain that Lan Zhan is dead, and he’s pissed about it. But Lan Zhan isnt dead, and they find each other. Its a darkish fic with wangxian being quite in love but kind of a murder couple. Lan Xichen is kinda bad here. Meng Yao gets his head chopped off. I cant find it anywhere, it might’ve been deleted… Help? 😳 @/dreammaiden21 #3A of post
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21. Hello, I’m looking for a fic where Lan Wangji raises the Lan disciples to express their emotions healthily. I remember it ends after WWX’s resurrection with Lan Wangji crying really hard. #4 of post
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22. I watched wangxian toxic lover FF video in YouTube I want read this ff please can you search the ff story I’m try find this story but never find it’s request please can you find #9 of post
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23. Hi ! Can u find me a fic? The summary is basically future wy transports to the past where everyone is basically stuck in this cafe and they solve their emotional trauma and after that is solved both wys go back to their own timeline and everyone lives and no one dies #9 of post
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24. It’s been a while! It’s boyfriend! (Hello again! - Mod C)
There’s a fic that I have been trying to find for a while now and I forgot what it is about. All I remember is this:
- Madam Yu good so is the rest of the Jiang
- I think it’s something about time travel fix it
-The Jiang Family + Wei Wuxian talking about Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling’s weird naming of dogs and then they said something about Sect Leader Jiang naming the Sword suibian. Someone in the group said it runs in the family to which Jiang Cheng refuted it by saying his name and Yanli’s name were good names. Madam Yu just laughed and said that it was her who named them and not Jiang Fengmian.
I’m sorry that’s all I remember but anyway thank you in advance!! #13 of post
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25. Hey! There is a fic set in canon where the following scenes happen, and jiang fengmian divorces madam yu at the end.
Wei ying frequently leaves lotus pier at nights, once his room flooded while he was away. One such night, Wei ying overhears jfm n yzy arguing in a pavilion near the lake.
That day jfm had bought a comb for madame yu as a gift but couldn’t give it to her because she stormed out after blaming wwx and jfm.
Help me find this pls🙏Hi! I’m the anon who asked for a fic set in canon era where jfm divorce madam yu at the end. I remembered a few more details, here are they:
• wei ying frequently sneaks out of lotus pier to practice since he has to pretend he is lacking in front of madam yu to appease both her and jc.
• Once when he went out his room floods and yzy blames him• One night wy overhear jfm and madame yu fighting. We later learn that, that day jfm bought a comb for yzy as a gift but couldn’t give it due to her pushing him further away from having any sort of companionship.
• Jyl is an enabler in this fic and unconsciously defends jc’s actions while asking a-xian to forgive and forget. She never asks jc to apologize to wy and wy calls her out on that later in the fic when he and wens settle with the lans. #1 of post
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26. Hello, me again! 😊 Sorry to bother you, but I literally just thought of a wangxian fic I was searching for a few months ago and never found. The problem is I only recall one scene: Lan Zhan is somehow at Qiongqi Path with Wei Ying & Wen Ning when the ambush happens. I think LZ is telling WY to concentrate and not lose control as they fight… When WN is made to attack Jin Zixuan, LZ steps in between and WN’s fist goes through “him” instead. Does anyone know which fic has that scene? 🤔 @/dreammaiden21
Hello! I was #2 in the latest fic finder, and I just wanted to let you know that it was, sadly, not those two. Great fics though! 👍 But in the one I’m looking for Lan Zhan is definitely hurt in that altercation, seriously enough that Wen Qing (who treats him) fears for his life at first. Wei Ying is beside himself (duh!) and Xichen is there at some point, being worried and angry at WY for endangering his brother. I know I read it somewhere… 🤔🤔🤔 #2 of post
NOT FOUND! and so it goes by doyeorem (pomellogranate)
NOT FOUND! Home and the Heartland by Witch_Nova221
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27. Hi! Im looking for a wangxian socmed au fic wherein they are celebrities. I think LWJ is a singer and WWX is an actor who won golden globe awards three times. I remember that there are scenes that they don disguise in public and some of their fans recognize them but posted their picture in twitter hours after the fans encountered them. There’s also a scene where wwx went to an orphanage and gives red packets to the kids for new years day. Wangxian also went to Jiang Yanli’s restaurant. A scene wherein the Jiang Family took a family photo wearing family sweater. At the end of the fic, wwx win a best actor award and Yu Ziyuan was the one who presented it.  I cant find it in ao3, so it might have been deleted by the author. But maybe someone downloaded it? I really love that fic. Thank you!  @/ynariaalejo #5 of post
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28. Hi! I was wondering if you guys knew this one fic on ao3 that’s a Divergent au? I couldn’t find it around and I suspect it’s been deleted :( #12 of post
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29. I don’t remember anything else about the fic so I’m sorry in advance! I just remember that Wen Qing lived and it was her who performed the sacrifice summon instead of Mo Xuanyu so Wei Wuxian was in her body. #13 of post
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30. Hello. I read a fic where wwx was a first responder and he was also in college and lwj was his classmate and misunderstood him as a bad student because wwx was always sleeping in class. Pls help find the fic. @/rosesstarsandhim  #17 of post
FOUND? Scribbled Hearts by Caelum_the_Slytherin (Not Rated, 2k, WangXian, College/University, Misunderstandings, Crushes, goth wwx, felon wwx, Mentions of Death, Realizations, the slightest of angst)
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31. For fic finder, I remember one scene from an arranged marriage/marriage of convenience that may have involved marrying to save the Wen Remnants, wherein they’re opening their wedding gifts and are puzzled by Sect Leader Yao’s gift, a bunch of unlabeled bottles. Wei Wuxian opens one and dips a finger in to taste it and they eventually realize it’s lube and are mortified. @/rosethornewrites #1 of post
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32. Hey! I’m looking for 3 fics, @/imstillthinkingaboutithmm
A) Alternate canon setting where wei ying has an arranged marriage with a dead lan wangji. They have never met before, Lan zhan is a ghost, his dead body may or may not be present in the room. Come night wei ying can feel the cold ghostly touch of his dead husband. They eventually fall in love.
“lovers be lost (but love shall not)” looks interesting but it is not the fic i was looking for. Thanks for the rec though. This fic is set in 1910s while the fic I’m looking for was set in ancient china
C) A modern AU based on the British dating game show “Naked attraction”
Wei ying goes as a contestant and lan wangji is one of the hidden naked men. #10AC of post
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33. Hello Mods! It’s me again! Please help me find this Spy vs Spy AU with WWX vs LWJ. I can’t exactly remember, but i think it was based on that thread about how if you only slash 3 tires of your ex, the insurance won’t pay? My Dumbass forgot to save it, soooo…. I think it was them being Enemies (like from opposing spyclans maybe?) but it could have been colleagues who hate each other too… in any case it was enemies to lovers ish. Thank you soooo much! @/desperation-is-my-middle-name #11 of post
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34. Hi! I sent a query on Mar16 but I’d like to rewrite my FicFinder request Could you help me find a Wangxian fic where either Lan Zhan or Wei Ying was trained to be a feral attack dog owned by evil forces?They put a collar on him and remove it when he’s to attack their enemies. He’s able to break away from them & is welcomed into a warm & loving home. It’s not a new fic, think I read it last year. Similar to the plot of “Across the street to another life” Maybe it’s also an Unleashed AU. Thx a lot! #13 of post
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35. Hi can you help me find a wangxian fic. Is about wei ying want a place to work on his experiments and lab.. and wangji said he be safe with him in his arm sleeve.. and they make it safe for wei ying to be inside of wangji arm sleeves. @/sadritsuka12 #14 of post
FOUND? My heart in my sleeve by exmanhater (G, 2k, WangXian, Crack, Qiankun Sleeves, Sleeve Husband, Post-Canon)
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36. Does anybody know the name or have a copy of this fanfic where I believe lwj is a Lord and he has 5 wives. I believe wwx was the 2nd wife and lwj didn’t really notice him until one day he saw him playing with the other wives children. And I think one of the wives either the 1st or 3rd tried to kill him for favor. @/teamironman98 #1 of post
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37. Hello, for fic finder I want to find a short story set post canon where Wei Wuxian is transformed into a cat and keeps Jin Ling company, I vaguely remember a scene where Wei Wuxian in cat form bapped Fairy on the nose with his paw and stared in wonder at his paws possibly realising he had claws or in wonder that he touched a dog without running away screaming. I think he later figured out how to transform into his cat form at will to nap in sunbeams. Finding this story has been driving me nuts any help is greatly appreciated. @/sorathemasterofmasters #16 of post
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38. Hello, I recently remember this fic that ive read months ago and im not sure if i remember it correctly, i cant find it anymore so i hope u guys can help me with this.
- its a modern fic. wei ying is sick then he lives with the lans. i remember him going to the same school(?) with lan zhan. i think lqr told lz to take care of him smth like that. then there’s a girl that is also sick(?) there’s a scene where wy asked lz to stay with him but then lz left and chose the other girl (lz didnt know that wx is sick and he was like the girl needs me more than u) there’s a confession on a radio station(?) then when lz found out that wy is sick he ran back to him. there’s also jiang-wen family connections. wy is cousins to the jiangs and has a connection with wens, im not sure if rouhan is his grandfather or uncle or smth. then they found out there’s a scene where madam yu slapped the girl because of what she did (hurt wy) and they cut off ties (business/job) with their family
im not sure if im talking about one story or two. #17 of post
For #17 I’m sure I’ve read the fic but it was when I was early into fandom and new to AO3. Also the girl is engaged to LWJ or something. WWX already is in love with LWJ,  but he’s sick and gonna die in a year
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39. Hi there, I’m looking for a Jiang Cheng time travel story. I don’t remember the how or why but it was during the Sunshot campaighn and he remembered that Wei Wuxian didn’t seem to suffer any symptom to Demonic Cultivation after his marriage to Lan Wangji, contributing it to his healing songs, and planned to have Lan Wangji marry into Lotus Pier this time… @/krysaniar #1 of post
NOT FOUND! Brother-In-Law’s by ILikeReading101
FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)
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40. Hello! Can you please help find this fic? I don’t remember much. I thing wq make a deal with sushoot soldier that she will give yiling to them in exchange of her famaly and her safety. Wwx fights with a bow and killed wzl using a bow in battle at yiling. I think that jc knows about golden core transfer because he awakened at close at the end of procedure. Thats all that i can remember. Thank you!! #3 of post
FOUND! Justified in Knowledge by Comfect (G, 50k, JC & WWX, JC/WQ, wangxian, WWX & WQ, WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Fix-It, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer, Everyone Lives AU, except like WRH and WC, And probably a cast of thousands because its a war)
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41. Hi!!! I’m looking for a fic where alpha Lwj thinks ômega Wwx is a fuckboy. He decides to have one night with Wwx to see if his feelings might disappear. Wwx, who is not a fuckboy at all, thinks Lwj is in love with him too, and confesses to him some time after their one night, but Lwj turns him down rather cruelly, even insinuating he is promiscuous. He regrets it once Wwx starts crying. I also remember Wc/Wx said something about Wwx, and Lwj got into a physical fight with him before going to apologize to Wwx.
Hi, it’s number 6 from the lqst foc finder. It’s not the threadfic by Kizukatana. It was not a threadfic, it was on ao3. #6 of post
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42. Hello! I’m looking for a fic I read ages ago and only remember very little of. I think it was either a war prize or arranged marriage fic? But that could be wrong. What I do remember is that when wwx kills the big bad, everyone expects him to take the crown and be evil or something, but he immediately turns and offers the throne/crown/sword/whatever it was to lwj. Help? Thank you so much for all the wonderful work you do!! @/deathdefyinglifeleaps #11 of post
#11 Oooh, that’s a good one, but not the one I’m looking for. Thank you for reminding me that this one exists, though! (Also, sorry I’m wicked late to this? Not sure how I missed it… my bad.)
Not FOUND pitiful destiny, point your finger at me by sassybluee
FOUND? to porcelain, to ivory, to steel by sunsandships (E, 27k, WangXian, Vaguely Game of Thrones Inspired, Arranged Marriage, top!WWX, top!LWJ, Dubious Consent, Intercrural Sex, Oral Sex, Breathplay)
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43. In this fic wen ruohan will send all the sect heirs into the burial mount. Some sect heirs died and others learned demonic cultivation and came out. Jiang sect send wei wuxian to the burial mount instead of jiang cheng. #1A of post
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44. I hope you can help me with this one. Lan xichen can hear the Jiang wanyin clarity bell ringing. He eventually learn that the clarity bell rings differently according to the emotions of Jiang wanyin. Thank you very much #3C of post
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45. Hello i’m for a fic where wwx dies and everyone mourns for him (including wens in burial mounds) and everyone tried to revive him. @aycee0806​ #13 of post
Is 13 the one where WWX died right at the cusp of immortality right around when the first seige was supposed to happen, and because of that even though he was dead his body didn’t decay? So a type os glass casket/shrine was set up for him up in the Burial Mounds I think? Or is it some other fic? I know I’ve read at least one other fic with this vague premise, but either way I absolutely CANNOT remember the fic name either
FOUND? could be the deleted "When I'm gone" by qiankun_pouch. I have a copy of it. ~bluekittenfire
FOUND? If One for you, then One for us by KusakabeNAyako (T, 85k, wangxian, WIP, Canon Divergence, WN is precious Cinnamon roll, WWX is precious cinnamon roll, Rape/Non-con Elements, YLLZ WWX)
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46. HII!!, I was wondering if you have the fanfic where wei wuxian is going through a hard time bc of his gf jenny and lan wangji the son of a ceo who is working a sex shop to close it down also jiang cheng works at the bar- #15 of post
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47. Similar in vibes, also complete: WWX travels to an alternative universe, where JC died and WWX is somehow the Jiang Sect Leader. He meets LWJ at a conference. The new universes’ WWX was not friends with LWJ. LWJ’s leg was still broken after the Wen Indoctrination and never healed, so LWJ is wheelchair bound (pushed by Jingyi). WWX builds up a friendship with LWJ but I think in the end he goes back to his own universe. This one sounds like that one fic where the theme was something like ‘be careful what you wish for’, iirc WWX wanted to see either his parents or JYL alive 🤔 ~Mod L
Any help would be much appreciated! As well as any other dimension travel recs anyone has. Thanks again for this wonderful blog! @/vasterthanempires #4B of post
4BI have read but also cannot recall! Additional details, it was an alternate dimension talisman WWX created, and when he leaves any changes he might have cause are erased but somehow wheelchair!LZ starts an actual friendship with local!WWX? not sure if it was a bonus chapter or an endnote but I recall I was happy that it was a hair ending for both sets…
FOUND? empty as the sky by incendir (T, 23k, wangxian, JYL & WWX, CSSR & WWX, be careful what you wish for)
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48. I need help on finding a fic. It’s about how wei wuxian created his own sect from a past syndicate movements, he transformed it into a merchant/shops/silk road or something similar. He never went with the jiangs or any sects. When he was still on the streets he got betrayed by an “esteemed” cultivator because of false accusations (vendor told the cultivator that he caught wei wuxian stealing from him, but in actuality wei wuxian was at the wrong place at the wrong time), it was another kid that stole a toy from a merchant, if I’m not wrong. He was also a part of an illegal underground fights where he “won the bet” against the strongest fighter. He’s also claimed by wen qing to be the killer of a murder because the only one who knows around needles is herself, and she met wei wuxian and taught him the arts of needles. There’s also a wei wuxian - xue yang connection by said syndicate because the chang sect was a part of it. #9 of post
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49. hi! i’m looking for a fic where there was quarantine and wangxian went to stay at the family house (it was so big like a mansion or an apartment i don’t really remember).
remember a scene where jingyi was having a panic attack (?) and wei ying came to calm him down. they were at the balcony. i think they were adopting jingyi.
i don’t know if it is finished or deleted. #12 of post
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50. Hi I want to ask is there a wangxian fanfiction where lan zhan is a prince and wei wuxian is a huli jing and becomes his consort by forced marriage but instead wei ying is against this loveless marriage and so everytime they sleep it’s always hate s£× until he gets preg and gives birth to a yuan and tries his best to give him love until he dies protecting a yuan from a wen attack and that day he realises wangji actually loved him dies and gets reincarnated and tries to fix things @/random-online-reader #15 of post
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FULL Dragons Rising thoughts and opinions!
PLEASE BE AWARE SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 1-10 OF DRAGONS RISING LIES AHEAD!!! If you have not watched it PLEASE be aware that the following contains both massive and minor spoilers for the entire plot of part 1, if you haven’t seen the full thing and wish to go in without spoilers I HEAVILY recommend you save this for later. I put this message here for those who do not have the spoiler tags filtered.
so… new ninjago show! So far? Absolutely love it. It’s shaping up to be interesting and… …well written??! I really enjoyed It, especially the characterization. Sooo good. No concrete opinions on the overarching plot yet, since.. it isn’t out… BUT I do think it’s shaping up to be pretty great.
Now without further ado-
1: Characters
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1.1: Arin
I’d say I enjoy him! I do like how he’s portrayed as giddy and all ready to learn, his dream basically just came true and it’s great. Man hyper fixated so much that he taught himself an ancient art style and like yeah that tracks.
I like his design - you can tell he’s had a rough life by the dirt on his shirt and the scratch marks on his face, but he tries not to give up hope or let it get to him too much. I also like how he has a haircut commonly associated with black people and they kept the theme by also having that one line about a haircut he tried to get reference Zane’s, since Zane also has a haircut commonly used by black people. Nice lil way of alluding to a potentially POC character while still using the Lego skin tones.
His little moments where he lets his struggles get the best of him and showcases how his life these past few years have also impacted him for not just the better but also worse - they’re great. Nice way of balancing his character and personality with his experiences while not losing the charm. Things like him being all self deprecating sometimes, or how he felt seen when people looked up to him - they’re great. Not as much as I’d like, but i get the feeling that while this part was more focused on Sora and her backstory, the next might be more centered around Arin.
On a more personal note - while I think he’s great and has potential, I dunno if he’s really my thing. I don’t hate him, I actually like him, just not as much as some other characters right now. I think he needs some time to grow on me, or it’s just not my thing. Either way, he’s cool. Also I love how he just slaps his medallion on his face when he gets second place… it’s so dramatic-
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1.2: Sora
aaaa trans kitty cat girl my beloveddd she’s just ugghhhh I love her so much. Probably one of my favorite new characters. I liked her but was scared they’d go too far with the generic big sister trope and she’d never get any deeper than that but boy I’m glad I was wrong.
I love her design. The whites and blues a pinks? Really glad they didn’t just go for a full color again, it makes her more distinct! I also love the prosthetic arm SO MUCH. Rare to see any sort of disability rep in media. Even rarer to see prosthetics. (Also yes ik it’s possible it’s just like armor or smthn but given the way it moves I’m like 99% sure it’s a prosthetic, plus I could be wrong but It looks a lot like she has it off during the scene where Lloyd wakes them up, since you can’t see her gold/prosthetic arm where it would usually be. Only going based off of pictures and memory here tho so.) < — haaaahaaaa yeah so uh future Cookie here, wrote that part before the statement came out..yeah that aged poorly. Look maybe they said it’s armor but I REFUSE to accept it that is a prosthetic to me. My mind has engrained it as a prosthetic meaning I couldn't change my mind even if I tried. Leaving that part in tho for histories sake. - Also, the Japanese cat girl is such a vibe. I love how I was right with the blue scrunchie in my art of her.,The power of character design.
I loved her story so much. She was just a kid with a love for technology and making the world a better place, she got offered what she thought was her dream job only to realize the cruel truth she’d likely been ignoring, in such a traumatizing way by the person she looked up to. She got shunned not only socially but by her own parents, being told she was a horrible person for prioritizing the dragons life over her cities energy and questioning the dictatorship. She grew to hate her home and fled and made a life for herself. I love her lil deadname tease, I love how she feels towards her powers and how she feels like she isn’t all that Lloyd thinks she is, how she clearly has issues and also her personality. Her siblings energy with Arin is so good. I love when Lloyd and Arin doubt who’s side they’re on too. I like how she doesn’t learn to control her powers like some ex machina when it’s needed on her own. She tries her hardest but fails and instead of constantly letting that get her down she still tries to fight without them, even if it doesn’t always go well. Dhdhfjdjs I could rant all day.
So uhh yeah i love her. Kitty cat girl. I really like the duality between her and Arin but also the stuff they have in common like sndhdhsben. I mean it should be obvious I like her. She’s in my title thingymajig and I made art for her. But still. Hdjdjdhdh I LOVB HER.
Also this isn’t part of my analysis but when she gets fake IDs if you translate the ninjagan on her card it reads “Sora Surname” as a placeholder and I think it’d be hilarious if we just started using that as her last name tag since this community is obsessed with them. Sora Surname. It’d be so funny. Please tag your posts Sora Surname.
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1.3: Euphrasia
So like when dragons rising first released I saw quite a few peoples hating on this girl and imo I actually really like her. I feel like the hate is sort of unfounded but I’ll get into that later.
I like her!! I like the idea of her being a cloud kingdom monk, i like the new cloud kingdom designs, I like that FINALLY girls seem to exist there, and her wanting to ignore and hide her powers because she’s happy where she is and she doesn’t want to lose it. Side note, I do prefer this cloud kingdom, I feel like it leaves more room. Like if someone doesn’t like the idea that they write destiny at all they can just.. chose to see them as a sort of religious group who doesn’t actually write fate, and then if you like the idea that they can control some amount of destiny you can say that they do have control over some parts of it, but that they simply can’t control everything and in the end it’s not only up to them but also the people of the world if the prophecies come true or not (personally I like to think that’s how it is/is implied) or that they COULD control destiny but can’t anymore after the merge. Idk you can stretch it more and I like that. So much better than the old cloud kingdom imo.
Back to Euphrasia, I do like her story and the little we see of her. I’m not actually bothered by the fact that she only appears in one episode. I’ve seen people complaining about it but come on guys, we literally only have ten episodes, would you have preferred that she randomly pops into imperium when she has no logical way of getting there and that’s where like every single other episode takes place?? There physically wasn’t anywhere else she would have appeared after episode 5 unless you made her join Sora and Arin, which not only would you need to lengthen the plot to develop her as a character with interactions since they JUST met, but also it’s refreshing to have a new EM who isn’t one of the new MCs.
the OTHER reason I see people hate her is because of Morro. Obviously, she’s the new master of wind, meaning Morro is dead, and his element went back to the cycle and found a new host. So people are upset.
guys. Guys we literally knew this. We’ve known he was dead since like 2015. We’ve known he moved on to the departed realm since 2016. We’ve known that the wind element has gone back to the cycle and found a new host for YEARS. That doesn’t mean Morro suddenly doesn’t exist. He just doesn’t have his element anymore. He could still appear in the new series, and even if he doesn’t I’m honestly ok with that. His arc is done and i get the feeling he’d go out of his way to avoid the ninja after the merge anyway. It isn’t Euphrasia fault, stop hating on her D:
I don’t have much else to say about her yet. I loved her story and moments and design and vibe and everything but there isn’t much else to talk about bc of the smol screen time amount, so yeah.
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1.4: Wyldfyre
Silly wolf-raised-girl-trope-with-a-dragon-twist. I love her so much. Not sure I’d call her one of my favs yet (uuugh they’re all my favs… sobs..) only bc we didn’t see much of her character interactions n stuff.
Her design is so pretty. The colors make her look like a Qilin to me which I love so much.
I do like how she’s knowledgeable enough with humans to be able to interact with the rest of the cast while still keeping her draconic behaviors or knowledge that she gained by being raised around them. I think it’s a nice little limbo and I feel like we’re gonna see at least one identity crisis from her now that she’s in the group.
I’m usually not much of a fan of these types of characters but I actually really like her and I’m excited to see where they go with her. Plus, her powers and the lighting they give off are so pretty.
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1.5: Lobbo
I had to include him. Look at him. I CALLED IT. I TOLD YOU ALL, ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE TRAILER DAYS I POINTED OUT LOBBOS MECH. I SAID I LOVED HIM ALREADY AND I WAS RIGHT. TAKE THAT INTERNET!! I unironically love him he’s so funny nobody understands him he’s just THERE with parental and relationship struggles and it’s just so funny to me. Little silly orb man. Now onto the villains!
1.6: Empress Beatrix
So I like… love her design, it’s so menacing and I think she’s so awesome looking. Super gender too. I find her weird rules funny but also sometimes I want to punch her in the face. Like.. why did she get so mad about Rapton being incompetent, but then.. fire Ras… who didn’t really do anything wrong except for fail that ONE time.. instead of Rapton.. who physically isn’t competent whatsoever?? Like I don’t get it?? It felt so random. Maybe it’s some form of her wanting to feel superior and in control so she got rid of Ras as a statement. But then… why not also fire Rapton, who thinks highly of himself bc of the position you gave him?.. I dunno I don’t get it maybe they’ll tell us in part 2.
1.7: Lord Ras
Ah yes, the guy people seem to really like. I’ll be honest, I don’t get the appeal?? Like his design feels out of place, which I guess is intentional but I just.. don’t really like the look of the awkward head mold. It’s a personal thing ig. His personality is just kind of boring to me and we don’t know anything else about him because he’s that scary bad guy general except oh wait he screwed up once and got thrown in prison!! Like I don’t get it?? Look guys he’s not even that attractive. I might be aroace but even I can tell that much. It’s the voice isn’t it. Y’all are simping for the voice smh /lh
I guess his whole “plan” thing is a bit interesting but even that isn’t something I’m too interested. I kinda just found him pretty boring and I felt disinterested whenever he showed up.
like in the last few episodes it felt like they were trying to make us feel bad for him with the way the empress treated him but like, they don’t give us anything to feel bad for?? I dunno the whole thing felt awkward and clunky.
Maybe my opinions will change in part 2 where we’re probably gonna find out more about him, but until then, meh.
also I want to punch him in the face sometimes. I dunno he’s just being all th e r e and boring and so I want to punch him and get him off of the screen because it’s like an annoying type of boring. Yk like an annoying torturous silence. But boring. Yeah that. No offense I don’t hate him I just want to punch him off of my screen.
1.8: Rapton
Silly goofy guy. I’ll be honest I found his incompetence a bit.. annoying? Like I get he’s supposed to be comic relief but like it doesn’t feel right sometimes?? It’s just a personal thing ig. I feel like having some comic relief villains is ok but imperium just has too much comic relief in their villain roster?? Like Ras and Beatrix are pretty much the only capable ones in a fight. Ras got chucked in prison and barely shows up or does much, and Beatrix still has comic relief elements in her ridiculous laws and such. LaRow could count but shes not really a competent fighter since she cowers and nopes out the second Arin tries to fight her. I feel like it just.doesn’t work with imperiums vibe having rapton as a general, and honestly i didn’t find his jokes funny (but ofc humor is subjective). I don’t dislike him, I just don’t really care about him. I want to punch him in the face whenever he shows up but out of annoyance.
1.9: Dr. LaRow
She shows up and I want to punch her but this time out of malice and hatred. She’s a good villain and I like how they handled her but I physically can not feel anything but spite for this woman and I love that. Great villain. Hate her with every fiber of my being which is how it should be.
1.10: Dorama
I don’t have much to say about him asides from that the magician vibes are fun and that I want to punch him in the face for his attitude towards living beings.
… apparently I really feel like punching all of them. Huh. I swear I’m not like this usually I dunno something about all these villains is just punchable.
2: Interactions
Honestly? I’d say the interactions in this show were great. Sora and Arin are great foils to each other and best buds. My only thing is I hope the show doesn’t try to push a ship (I’ve seen people complain about shipping them and while I see their dynamic in a platonic familial sense I have nothing against people shipping them romantically atm since we don’t know of anything that’d make it problematic, I just don’t think it should be forced in canon) but I choose to be hopeful and say it probably won’t. Lloyds interactions with his new students are amazing and so funny srfvjrtfjer Lloyds really gone from the guy who didn’t know what a VCR was to the guy who probably still doesn’t know what a VCR is (somehow) but has now adopted two strays and needs to pretend to know what a VCR is. It’s so funny. The sibling bicker between Lloyd, Kai and Nya was ok, I guess? Never cared much for the RGB sibling idea… Iknowww shame on me but uh was it just me or did the interactions feel a bit… forced? I dunno, something about it just felt off. Was it just me or did anyone else feel like that?? Also Soras interactions with Dr. LaRow and Rapton… so good… Overall I like the interactions even if the ones between the ninja felt a bit forced.
3: Writing & plot
So I enjoyed the writing.. specifically the characters dialogue and such. I think this season has some really good balance between dialogue and characters. I liked the pacing a lot up until the imperium episodes. I don’t have a problem with them on their own - I liked the conflict it sparked and the stakes and seeing Sora’s backstory, but I also felt like it dragged on too much?? Like Sora kept escaping and then getting captured and then escaping and then going back like it felt really backtracky and it kind of messed with the consistency and the pacing, yk?? Also the battle with the protacs definitely felt like the writers were trying to stall or smthn. Idk.
Also, did Zane popping up feel.. unnecessary and rushed to anybody else?? Like the IDEA was awesome and cool, things were great up until they opened the pod.. then Zane pops up and he doesn't really do anything except for immediately become a generic background exposition tool, he barely even interacts with Kai and Nya. Having him there felt so… unnecessary? He doesn’t DO anything. You could get rid of him and just give them another way of activating the monastery and it’d change nothing. Plus it’s NOT explained and he’s just so… unemotional and “whatever” about it that it just… feels so unnatural?? Idk I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s just me not liking how they seem to be reverting to making Zane more of a robotic exposition tool like after s4. I don’t like it. You could’ve just left him to part 2 though.
I’ve seen ppl complain about the “retcons” with Lloyd saying he trained under Master Wu for years and being shown as a child, but like, they’re not really retcons…? From what I remember they never give us any sort of specifics towards the timeframe in which S1-S2 takes place outside of S2 taking place only a few weeks after the S1 finale, but that doesn’t really apply to the ENTIRE season. It’s not Impossible that the events we see all take place over the course of a few years, since most of the episodes aren’t connected to each other beyond the overarching plot. And nothing ever said that Wu didn’t train Lloyd. What we see isn’t the only training that took place. Maybe I forgot something important that says otherwise, but the idea that S1-2 took place in only a few weeks/months is completely fan made, meaning it wasn’t a retcon. Sure, maybe it seems weird, but it’s never been stated otherwise. Now, if it IS a retcon, I’m not complaining for one. Why, you might ask? Because them using child Lloyd and saying he trained under Master Wu for years might mean we can FINALLY be rid of the Tomorrows tea confusion!! We could have him grow up naturally, or age him up and clarify and elaborate on how it works, we could FIX the entire stupid argument that has been going on for YEARS. I for one am ecstatic at that possibility. Also, it means we might get additional context and stuff for S1-S2, which sounds fun ,so honestly I have no problem with it. There have been worse plot holes/retcons *glares at Nyad from across the room*
I can’t say much about the overarching plot yet, since obviously it isn’t out, but it’s shaping up to be pretty exciting!
4: Worldbuilding
I feel like I can’t judge this TOO much considering the nature of part 1. I absolutely loved the crossroads and the mix of different cultures, real splatsville vibes, but I do feel like we should get to see more of how the other realms are doing. Imperium felt a bit.. strange? Like it’s just a massive city of humans right?? I don’t really get why it had to be an entire separate realm, I think it should’ve been more unique on like a larger scale. I dunno though. Honestly there wasn’t much worldbuilding in this part, so I hope we get more soon.
5: Visual design & animation
Okay so this new series is BEAUTIFUL. The colors and the backgrounds are so much more vibrant, the lighting is so pretty, the environments are amazing, they kept the wild brain clothing textures and just uuuugh I love it so muchychxhazjchcjdiwhthfs the animation felt very expressive and ueuahahehfhdsj I have no words props to wildbrain and the animators/artists. It’s so pretty.
Overall this part was great and I’m really excited to see what comes next!!
also uh on a side note this post took me *checks date* uhh 2… 2 weeks.. y e a h. So uh. Enjoy.
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a-s-levynn · 6 months
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Okay so let's make this post the official start of my 'sleep token stuff' tag for lore ideas and thought exercises and analyses and everything alike.
Originally this went under a wonderful lore discussion post but my addition went off rails and honestly i just wanted this on it's own for me to find it easier later so feel free to ignore it altogether. It's no secret that my probably all time favourite ST song is Higher and no small part of it is the refrain.
This is mostly an in-lore thingie i guess but all of this has a purely human, self reflective read as well but i don't have the mental energy at the moment to expand on that side as well but maybe one day. But the jist of it would be that if you replace Sleep with thoughts or feelings or the "other you" you always promise shit to it makes sense in a whole different very much human level as well. At least it makes sense for me. Maybe i'm just being stupid again.
Anyway here is my short thought exercise on the refrain of Higher. These lines specifically:
With all that you believe You still refuse to shelter me
'Cause I am a danger and you're 
A long way from home you are one among many 
But you're now on your own 
And I hate the way you look at 
Me when I am not understood 
'Cause you can remember only 
When you're alone I am granting you more than 
The debt that I owe
I think this is such a two ways text because it can be read from the viewpoint of Vessel but also Sleep's. Or both at the same time. At least for me. Maybe it's just me having a brainfry again but here is my thought process on it:
"With all that you believe You still refuse to shelter me" - They both belive the other is what they need. But on Vessel's part he might feel like Sleep does not gives him what he thinks he want's or needs. On Sleep's part, Vessel might not accepted Sleep in a way Sleep wanted or doesn't go exactly the way about things as Sleep expected at first. So in neither case a "shelter" is created. Not in a way originally imagined. It may and probably did happen anyway just not how it was originally expected by either of them. Because they want kind of the same but in wastly different ways. Sleep needs the safety of having followers, to be knkwn, to be strong again, to be worshipped. Vessel want's something that a human consideres a safe place. So they want the same but not the same. And the human and divine understanding cannot be aligned perfectly. But they try. Doesn't always work, especially on Vessel's end but they still believe the other can do what they agreed on but doubt is there in the corner because it doesn't happen the originally expected way. But they do believe in the other.
"I am a danger" - on Sleep's part it's fairly obvious with the whole ancient being stick. On Vessel's part tho.. he is a danger because the human element always has some unpredictibility to it. It could bring some unforseen sideffects to Sleep's plans and who knows how much a once all powerful beeing handles not being in perfect control. Maybe the unknown is scary to Sleep in a way as well in this weakened state. And that gives an edge to Vessel, however small that may be.
"you're a long way from home you are one among many but you're now on your own" - on Vessel's part this could refer to him leaving behind his life, his home to follow Sleep's call. This includes friends, family, essentially transferring from being 'one among many' to 'being on your own' in an unknown situation. Or just simply being a lonely human being who is completely alone no matter how many people are around him because since Sleep came into his life, no one really understands him. I kinda like this second version because of a later line in this verse. On Sleep's part it very well may have been the case that there was or still is a larger pantheon somewhere beyond. And for reasons it shatterred, faded or just some clashing happend or whatever other reason, but Sleep ended up here alone, so much more close to the human world which is very much an unknown to a being that never really experienced humanity in this way but mayhaps only through worship before, from far far away.
"I hate the way you look at me when I am not understood" - on Sleep's part is just that as a deity, does not communicate in conventional ways and Vessel might not understand correctly what is expected of him at all times. On Vessel's part it can be twofold again. First when he asks, requests or says something of/from Sleep and it's misunderstood or not understood at all because divine-human comprehension can and probably has dissonances. Also it could refer to Sleeps disapproval or bafflement over Vessel being misunderstood by other people, let it be friends/family or the world in general. (This could very well tie into being alone among many. Being misunderstood.)
" 'Cause you can remember only when you're alone I am granting you more than the debt that I owe" - Sleep and Vessel are the only ones who can understand their situation as a whole. They are the only one's for each other, everyone else (even the other vessels -tho probably for a higher degree of understanding than others- can only try to comprehend what this connection entails. And it only goes beyond the strictness of the original pact formed, when the two are alone. They probably have a different bond because there is a deeper understandig, given Vessel is the main conduit. And if Sleep's power is channelled through him, he probably had glimpses into Sleep's thoughts and desires and more and vica versa and at some point decided they may give each other even more for some reason only fully know to them. We usually only focus on Vessel owing a debt to Sleep because Sleep raised him form the dark, the obscurity but there is also a debt on Sleep's side. Because without a vessel he can't achieve what he want's(followers) especially not to this magnitude and speed. And Vessel choosing to do Sleep's bidding and may even going beyond the initial agreement creates kind of a debt on Sleep's part as well. But these additional gifts and givings are only happening when there is only the two of them. It's theirs and no one else's.
Again if we assume Sleep is a metaphor or a kind of personification of certain human elements, than all this gets so phylosophical and taps into the human psyche in a way that is kind of delicious and definitely interesting. But not today or not by me.
And i'm still not sure where i wanted to go with this, it's more of an exploration of ideas sparked by lyrics in regards of lore and how lyrics can be read different ways maybe, than anything serious really.
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victoriacircuits · 1 year
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I feel like they have one of the most beautiful relationships in the show.
I mean you start off in the very beginning of BLoSC, where Buzz is experiencing what it would be like for Warp to die. His mourning for his friend is so great, it causes him to act irrationally and to promise never to get close to anyone again. And he becomes reckless with his life, unwilling to take steps to protect himself. (I can't prove it but for me, it reads like Buzz has given up on life without Warp and that not only does he blame himself for his friend's death, he no longer values his own life.) But then when he is finally told that Warp isn't dead he can't come to terms with the fact that Warp is more partial to evil in his view of ethics.
Buzz finds out that he doesn't understand Warp at all, even though they have been best friends for 20+ years. It pushes distance between them.
The Movie ends with Warp defeated, and Buzz willing to fight beside people again, but their relationship doesn't end there.
Buzz continuously has to fight Warp again and again. You would think that Buzz would grow bitter, that he would hate Warp for what he did, but he doesn't. Sure they fight on opposite sides, but Buzz never once expresses hate towards Warp. Dislike for his actions, sure. But never hate.
Eventually, you get to Tag Team.
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The episode that really splits open their feeling for each other.
Warp is incapable of admitting that he couldn't leave behind Buzz and lies about it. (If you think he can't drive stick, you are insane).
It's revealed that Buzz still has every intention of being Warp's friend again. But the episode ends with Buzz choosing his ethics over Warp when Darkmatter says that he won't change.
The best thing about this is that Buzz does not make that decision again when given the chance in Ancient Evil. He instead chooses to let Warp go and to pursue him another day.
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Now it makes sense b/c at this point Buzz finally understands who Warp is. There was so much leading up to Buzz finally seeing Warp as himself and not what Buzz thought he was, or what Zurg wanted agent Z to be.
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At this point, Warp has saved his life, thanked him for the help, and ignored Zurg's orders.
Buzz finally understands that there can be a gray area. Warp doesn't do evil for evil's sake, he does it to enrich his own life. He's really much more neutral rather than good or evil. He goes where the money takes him but isn't completely ruthless. He cares enough about Buzz to save him on several occasions and is willing to do good if it benefits him.
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So essentially their relationship is about Buzz and Warp accepting each other's differences and respecting that they simply don't believe in the same things and that they can be friends despite this.
Aaaand then they had 42 be the final episode instead of Ancient Evil b/c god forbid we get some closure for these two.
The thing is that they are friends again by the end of Ancient Evil. And that's the cutest part, despite everything that happened, their friendship survived, even after it was destroyed, they rebuilt it.
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And that's the real plot of BLoSC
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