#if anyone has a better title for it hmu!

[dystopian-reverie]

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 \\ 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

Title: Loving Marc Spector

Rating: Mature, dark romance and smut, 18+ Minors DNI!!

Content Warnings: gn!reader x Marc Spector, smut, mentions of p in v, rough oral (both of them receiving), knife play, dark romance, mentions and descriptions of blood, fluff, angst+comfort, alcohol consumption, borderline toxic relationship, choking, a freaky reader (it’s the whole package deal, baby ;)

Summary: Being Marc Spector’s lover wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.

A/n: Honestly, this is just a huge mess of a lifestyle fic that tried to encompass all the darkness and softness that came with dating Marc. I hope you enjoy it :) Oh, and I think this would be a much better read if you're listening to Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, or The Arctic Monkeys.

Tag List: @jakelcckley @wowifinallymadeanaccount (just hmu if you want to be on my taglist)

It was unlike anything anyone would ever feel in their life.

Loving him was tiring. The way he would clam up the moment you seem to scratch through the surface of his high walls. He wanted you to see the pain and aching, wanted to show it all to you, strip himself bare, but being unable to. So he'd show that he loves you the only way he can- stripping you bare and taking you all to himself and making sure that you know you are his, and only his to take, drowning in the sound of you screaming his name.

Loving him was painful. He'd come back home, bloodied and scarred from another life-draining mission, and when asked why he didn't use his suit's healing power, he'd simply place the medical kit in your hands and drop down on the couch.

You'd feel his muscle tense underneath you, trying not to flinch, his grunts barely escaping his mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs while you toiled away, fixing up his wounds.

"Why do this the hard way?" A question he's heard too many times, paired with those glistening eyes of yours.

"Simply because I can," He'd say, not in any hurry to rush the moment.

Loving him was scary. Eyes of a sinner, the same eyes that held so much potential for care and kindness, boring into you as he ruts into you, tearing cries after cries from your constricted throat. The tight grasp his fingers has over your neck never softens as he uses it as his leverage to make you do whatever he wanted at the moment.

Your legs draped over his shoulders, you'd get reminded quite harshly how Marc wasn't the one who showed mercy when you messed up with each and every thrust.

Loving Marc Spector was your face being raised to meet his, as his eyes, with carnal fascination, closely followed the tears streaming down your cheeks. It was taking in all the pride when he groans out how pretty you looked crying for him. It was not being able to tug on his hair when he closes the little space between you both to lick away the tears, littering kisses all over your face- a soft action while your entrance was being abused over and over, without a break.

It was his calloused thumb stroking your cheeks, spreading the wetness over your hot skin, as his tongue danced against the skin of your neck, leaving scars- a work of art.

Loving him was not knowing what was gonna happen next, a thrill down your spine every time he looks at you with those hooded eyes of his.

Loving him was living in a Lana Del Rey song, accompanied by The Neighbourhood constantly playing around you as the world gets drenched in a black and white filter when he lifts you up and spins you around in the middle of the night. The only time Marc worshipped the moon- when its glow illuminated your laughing face, capturing what he wished he could keep in his eyes forever. Your giggles muffled quickly as he brought you down to meet his lips, kissing you with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

Your fingers would play with his raven locks as your legs wrapped around his waist. He'd hold you up as you caressed him with a tenderness that he never knew.

You'd lose all sense of time looking into those eyes of his, shamelessly mesmerized and deep enough in love to admit you never want to look away.

Marc Spector melted away every bit of inhibition that was left in you, giving you something entirely new. Freedom. For the first time in your life, you felt free. You felt desired and wanted to get drunk in that feeling. You felt all the things that you taught yourself to stash away in a dark corner of your brain, all the things this world had asked you to not feel for that makes you weaker- you felt pretty, you felt beautiful, you felt fragile and yet so safe, you felt the entire cosmos thudding inside your ribcage as his eyes traveled all over your body, his hands following shortly behind.

He showed you a part of yourself that you thought wasn't possible to exist, but yet here you both were, confused beyond limit as to what you both were doing to each other's mind and body, but loving it nevertheless.

Loving him was finally knowing that this was an addiction, this love that you have for Marc Spector was your drug, and you weren't getting clean anytime soon.

A small bedroom, fit for two, only the walls and the bed as witnesses for all the things he did to you.

On some blessed nights, you and Marc would sway along to the music, a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands as his other guided you, and you both would tumble over each other, followed by your fits of slurry giggles.

"Open your mouth, baby," Marc would order, taking a swing from his bottle. You'd obey, as usual, like the good little doll he always said you were and feel the wetness of the alcohol being poured into your mouth, gulping it softly as it burned your throat.

Marc would catch that one drop that slid down your chin with the tip of his tongue and lick it all the way up to your mouth, soon engulfing both of you in a heated kiss, all tongue, and teeth.

Loving him hurts so good. When your knees ache from all the friction the floorboard was creating as your throat struggled to take all of him inside. He would hold your head still with a fistful of your hair in his grasp, fastening his pace as his cock moved in and out of your mouth. His filthy moans, praises, swears, and words would make it all worth it. Yet again, he'd slowly trace his finger over your cheeks as your tears adorned them, glistening. They were his rewards, a sight you knew he craved for.

On especially cruel afternoons, his eyes would narrow down on you, a dark shadow cast over them that made your skin tingle. He would be drenched in the smell of sweat and liquor, yet his stand was unwavering and on guard all the time. His lips turned up into a snarl as he contemplates how to sting you with his words again, his mind twisted as the alcohol continues to mess his head.

You'd try not to cry, not to yell at him, to maintain your composure at all times.

"Why do you make caring for you so hard, Marc?" Your voice would tremble, trying to keep together what was left of your sanity.

"If it's so damn hard, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place," His words cut you up.

"Ever thought about it that way? Hmm?" He advanced toward you, the stench of alcohol clouding your senses. "Maybe you should pack it up and leave me to it because I don't seem to need you, do I?"

"You don't mean that," Your voice was no more than a whisper, trying to sound confident and restraining the doubt and sorrow seeping through.

He let out a breathy laugh. Tracing the outline of your face and tugging a strand of loose hair behind your ears, he lowered himself down to your face.

"Oh baby, how would a person stupid enough to stay with me know what I mean and what I don't," Even while gutting you through his words, his habit of playing with that single track of tear didn't change. He stroked your now tear-stained cheek as he studied you.

"What if every single 'I love you' I've ever told you was a lie?"

Everything inside you would snap all at once as you pushed him back and walked as fast as you could to the bathroom, locking the door swiftly and turning on the shower so it could drown out your sobs. You'd sink down to the floor, your head between your legs.

At times like these, you didn't know how many times you could remind yourself that this was his intrusive thoughts talking, not him. This was a product of his trauma, not the part of him that's working through it. But it still stings, it still hurts like someone was drowning your freshly wounded body inside the salt water.

It wasn't until late at night, that he'd crawl back home to you, with the weight of his words butchering him inside.

He'd find you curled up on the couch, passed out from exhaustion. Stirring from your sleep, you'd be met with a man on the verge of breaking down in front of you. Propping yourself up groggily, you'd see him through your puffy eyes.

"Marc?"

His face would contort in pain, as he fell to his knees beside you, making you fully sit up. Tears would cloud his eyes as he looked down to hide them from you, but not having much control of them.

"Baby, I am so-" His words would get caught in his throat as a sob threatens its way out of him. Apologising wasn't Marc's best area.

A few seconds would pause with neither of you saying anything. You'd see the man crouching in front of you, probably in more pain than most people can imagine.

"Please don't hate yourself," You whispered, ripping away a sob from him.

He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. "Baby I didn't mean a single word I said," He shook his head, crawling closer to you, afraid touching you anywhere was more than what he deserved.

"It's just, sometimes, my mind, it forces me to think stuff like that, and I was drunk, I couldn't think clearly and I got the darkness to get the better of me. I didn't mean any of that,"

He would go on for minutes together, trying to make you understand how none of that was supposed to happen and how sometimes his mind tries to get rid of anything that gives him happiness.

With a promise of working through it together and both of you patching up each other through words of kindness and assurance, you and Marc would pass out on the couch, holding each other close with a newfound hope that one day, everything would be fine and neither of you would have to get hurt like that again.

Caring for him was exhaustive. But you did it anyway, and you'd do it over and over and over. There were things about each other that neither of you understood. You'd often feel his curious eyes follow you wherever you went, and when you finally looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked him what was wrong, you'd always be met with the same question or other variations of it.

"Why do you even put up with me?"

"I love you, and I find that love worth enough to be with you through everything- the good and the bad" You'd smile simply, not understanding the waves of storms crashing against that man's heart.

Marc Spector was not a man used to feeling loved, you knew that, and you were going to do everything in your power to change that.

Loving him was corrupting you. Venturing into the darkest and deepest parts of yourself was something you prohibited yourself from doing, but when Marc came into your life, all of that changed.

All of your wildest fantasies and desires ran wild whenever he was in your vicinity, and he'd always know. His lips curling into a smirk, he'd wait you out, trying not to make the first move and he sees you through his side vision as you try to not get lost in your thoughts, blushing and trying desperately to ground yourself.

Realizing that his hypersexuality was slowly seeping into your character was terrifying at first, always thinking about taking him all to yourself as you both devour each other whenever you so much as looked at him leaning against the wall. But as time went on, you both decided to temporarily push away the problematic part of hypersexuality and indulge in all the pleasure it offered.

His hands would be snaking behind your waist in no time as both of you crashed into each other within moments of prolonged eye contact. A hundred different ways to explore and push each other's limits, to bring one another to the brink of life and beyond.

Straddling his thighs, grinding against his bulge as his fingers brush over your lips, watching his eyes slowly but hungrily grazing over all of you- everything about the two of you was more than intoxicating.

There was something so incredibly poetic about this love, something so tragic and erotic, so strong and alluring that even thinking about getting out of this burned you from inside.

At times, things that shouldn't happen, according to Marc, do happen, such as you getting stuck in the crossfire in one of his missions.

It was during moments like those you get to see Marc's feral rage that didn't spare anyone who went against him. He wouldn't just 'knock them over', he'd hurt them, bad. And as much as you knew that shouldn't invoke any emotion other than fear, you couldn't help but get enticed by watching that.

He'd be covered in blood, a little bit of his own, and a lot of his enemies, by the time he's done with them, he'd turn around to look back at you, looking at him with something that was not fear. Then it struck him- you weren't as innocent as he initially thought you were. And boy did it rile him up.

Dragging you into a dark alley where there was no chance of anyone getting a glimpse of all the sinful things about to happen, he takes his time studying you to see how this part of him made you react.

He'd bring his hand in front of your face; fresh, gleaming blood on his fingers, lingering inches away from your skin. Your breath hitched on your windpipe as he stroked his thumb against your cheek, smearing the thick liquid on you. The metallic scent, adding on to everything that was going on, was overwhelming your senses.

"Marc," You moaned as he cupped your face, getting all the blood on you. You brought your hand to his own face, tracing all the blood smears, some even from his own wounds.

Pulling him closer to you, you brought your lips near his cheeks, hovering just above them. You could feel his breath, hot and uneven on your neck, adding to the heat gathering down under you.

It was a small peck on his cheek at first, as his hands traveled down your sides, grabbing you tighter and getting blood all over your dress. Then you kissed him all over his face, licking and sucking under his jawline, feeling them clench and release as he basked in a sinister glory.

He knew he damn well shouldn’t do what he was about to, but seeing you dancing on the edge of a darkness so engulfing, his fingers fished out a pocket knife. As soon as you caught up to what he was doing, your heart beat sped up, pounding against your chest, anticipation burning in the pit of your stomach as to what he was going to do.

It wasn’t long before you felt the cold press of the metal against your cheek, grazing ever so lightly as he traced it across your features, watching you intently as he did so.

You didn’t know what has gotten into you, everything was spinning and spiralling down, and all you could think of was Marc and all the malicious things he was doing to you.

Ever so slowly, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, earning a raised eyebrow from him, followed by a dark chuckle that turned your insides upside down. The silver, shining in the dark, brushed ever so softly against your lips before meeting your tongue. A swift and tender lick to the metal was all it took for Marc to finally snap, something dangerous and disturbing awakening inside him.

He withdrew the blade from your mouth and held it against your neck, forcing you to arch your head back. Beautiful. This was all so wrong. Both of you knew you should stop this, but never did. Marc proceeded to fuck you raw, his one hand gripping your thigh that was wrapped around his hips, and the other one holding the knife in its place.

This damned side of him, one that he swore he would never reveal to anyone, let alone the love of his life, was finally being seen, scratch that, was being engulfed wholly, and he loved it. He loved every fucking second of it. He was never letting you go. Never.

Loving him was handing over your trust and power. This was something you and Marc both had problems with at the beginning. Neither of you was used to trusting people so completely that your mind could just finally calm down and rest for some time.

The compulsive urge to be in control of every situation was what brought you two together in the first place, driving you insane. And before you knew it, you both took the battle to the bed, trying to get control of each other.

Your arms would be bruised with the way he gripped you, holding you back from toppling him to his side as you tried to take the upper hand.

Your nails had dug deep into his toned frame, dragging them down and earning a deep growl that invoked something filthy in you.

It took some time for both of you to trust each other with your vulnerability, to finally succumb to the desire to be taken apart completely and put back together.

The first time Marc ever handed his power over to you- a day you'd never forget. Tears pooled in his eyes as he shut them tight, drowning in the pleasure of being taken care of for once. Shaky breaths and sweaty bodies, your moans, and whispers of assurance, praising him and spilling love everywhere as you rode him.

Your fingers moved in and out of his mouth as he tried to keep his wide eyes trained on you, but he couldn't stop them from rolling back at times- such a pretty sight. All hinted to him that maybe, just maybe, this was the part of his life where he can finally unwind.

He trusted you, and that single realization brought about unfamiliar waves of emotions crashing around him.

Loving him was adrenaline coursing through your veins. Marc was a dangerous man, and at times when life seemed to be sunshine and daisies with his adorable alter, you seem to forget that.

The split second in which he can grab a gun and change the course of the fight, his eyes trained on his target like a hawk as his mind contemplated about a hundred different ways to end this.

Loving him was rushing to the getaway car and starting the vehicle for him to slide beside you hastily as your both drove away from danger, hearts pounding and all your senses heightened. Marc would always be on extra edge when you were with him because he'd raise hell if anything happens to you. Having you with him didn't help him on his missions at all, but when you were dragged into the middle of all this, he had no choice but to do this with you.

Surprisingly, it didn't take a heavy toll on you, like how he'd expected. But what did he know? After all, you did fuck him like a filthy slut in a back alley, both of you covered in blood and sweat, with a goddamn knife to your throat.

Loving him meant getting pushed against the wall, having your chin grabbed harshly, making you look up at him as he scolds you, asking you to be more careful and smarter.

The wild, wild glare of his set on the guy who tried to harm you as he proceeded to beat him to half death, stopped only because you stepped in. Eyes and actions of a maniac as soon as he felt like his girl was in danger.

He’d grab your wrists a bit too tight as he checked you for wounds, making sure you were alright in his own ways, despite you reassuring him several times.

You could see the single vessel pulsating on his forehead, all the veins on his arms popping out, glistening from the sweat. His wet hair clung to his forehead as he'd look around, making sure you were alone before giving you a proper punishment for worrying him like that.

You knew you'd follow this man to the end of the Earth, that was the kind of chokehold he had over you. This love was no joke.

Loving him was discovering the soft pleasures. Being Marc Spector's girlfriend, it was rare for you to find a dull moment, and that's why they were so precious for both you and Marc.

Lazy afternoons with both of you doing absolutely nothing but wasting away time, laying on the bed, talking about this and that- the kind of peace and calm Marc had never even dared to wish for.

You'd both buy random things for each other while coming back home, from ice creams to flowers, from fridge magnets to donuts, from a hardcover special edition book that you've been eyeing for weeks to a thin bracelet, or a small pendant to add to that pretty chain of his.

You never let yourself dream about love, for fear of what would happen if you never get to feel that in real life. But you felt it, warm and fuzzy, like a blanket covering you from head to toe in a warm embrace. When Marc massaged your back to release those tension, it mostly lead to both of you fucking on the mattress, slow and deep, pressing every inch of each other's body as the ache oozed away.

Everything was so raw with Marc. From fucking to loving. So unfiltered to the point you were sure that this is what your life was meant to be. When the soft moments come around, you hold on to them, cherishing them forever.

Loving him was poetic. Marc was never a man of words. He was not as smooth as Jake or as heart-melting as Steven, he knew that. He'd look at you, sleeping peacefully beside him, safe in his warm embrace and his heart would ache with all the love that he has for you, but can't get you to see it.

On one of those incredibly frustrating times, he'd finally found his voice. Grabbing your waist and earning a light gasp from you as he interrupted your chore, he held your face so that you couldn't look at anything but him.

For some time, he did nothing but hold you close, taking all of you in; your face, your soft hands perched over his shoulders, his hands perfectly sitting on the curve of your waist, your scent, your hair framing your face.

"I was just a shell of a man who didn't know if I wanted to live or die when I first met you," He said. This was so out of character for him, he realized, as he watched your eyebrows furrow.

He placed his finger on your lips as you opened your mouth to say something.

"Listen to me, baby. But now, you make me want to burn down this whole world if it means I could live with you,"

Too stunned to speak, you let his words sink in as a smile dawned on your face. Marc was only ever used to getting you flustered by his actions, through sex and touch. But now, seeing a bright red bloom on your cheeks, all because he finally decided to let you know how he felt, he tasted paradise.

"You scare me. Your love, this love, scares me," He said. "But the heaven be damned if I'd ever leave you." Placing his forehead on yours, he was only hoping that he wasn't being too cheesy and scaring you away. But all of that nervousness melted away as you flung your arms around him, collecting him in a warm embrace, one that warmed both of your souls and body.

He was poetry. Everything about him was pure, enthralling, poetry. The way the morning light would hit his face and his bare body was the first thing you saw every day you woke up made your heart full.

Holding his palm in yours as he finally opened up to you, a strong feat that even he didn't know was possible- poetry.

The way his smile adorned his face, his eye crinkles appearing more profound as a genuine laugh would encase you in a warm bubble, a melody to your ears- poetry.

The way he was in the middle of getting the fourth orgasm out of you that night, with his fingers and tongues working miracles on you as you lay there, a sobbing, sweating, and panting mess under him, basking in his praises and commands- poetry.

Marc Spector was the love of your life. There was so much love to give, and so much to take. This love was how you started living, and this love was going to be the death of you. There is only Love & Lust and Love & Lust and Love & Lust...

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[merlwybs-wife]

LFRP: Mjara Phovent

Basic Stuff —

Name: Mjara Phovent

Alias: Marsnek Miret

Age: 58

Race: Viera -> Veena

Gender: Genderqueer (he/they)

Sexuality: Homosexual

Relationship Status: Widowed

Title: Viscount

Carrd Link

Personal —

Hobbies: Fashion, Lace Making, Embroidery, Dancing, Reading

Languages: Common/Eorzean (minimal Hingan)

Residence: Ishgard

Birthplace: ?? 

Religion: Why do you ask? He worships Halone, of course. Like any proper Ishgardian. Halone be praised.

Seeking —

Inquisitors. My ideal is to find an Inquisitor who knows Mjara is suspicious. His first husband was rumored to be a heretical black mage, but died before any proper investigation could be conducted. I'd love to have some sort of cat-and-mouse relationship. Bickering/Bantering would be an immense plus.

Criminals. Mjara has ties to an organization called The Crown, a criminal syndicate that is centralized in Ishgard. Mjara is generally used as a "face" between members of the syndicate & civilians, so can be seen working in all facets of the underbelly of society. He specializes in information brokering & buying illegal/dangerous items. If anyone wants to be an active part of The Crown, I am definitely open to such relationships. Mjara has notable relationships to NPCs, including: cleaners and those who are assigned to him as "guards." He's also very familiar with the organization head. If you'd like to have your character know one of these NPCs, or be the NPC themselves-- I'm open to discussion!

Criminally-oriented Noble Ishgardian Houses If your character is part of a House in Ishgard that may be affiliated with The Crown, or have used Mjara's more illegal, discreet services, I'd love to discuss this as well!

Open To —

Casual Acquaintances Since he's recently been "revamped/retconned," Mjara has virtually no social relationships. I'd like to change this! Though this could mean befriending him, this is quite hard to do. Frenemies/Enemies/Rivals are much more likely with him! But, I'm definitely not opposed to trying for a friendship.

Past/Present Patrons & Flings Mjara performs burlesque, and is rather good at it! Though he usually performs in Ul'dah, he does indeed do private performances for people in Ishgard. If you have a character that may have seen him perform (be it in Ishgard or Ul'dah), or would like to, hmu! Additionally, Mjara sleeps around pretty casually. If you'd like to have this be an established/future relationship (and maybe get some scandalous plotlines going), this is also something I'm open to!

Contact

Please only inquire about RP if you are 21+

I’m in PST, generally available from 9am/10am - 6pm, after which I get too tired to start RP in-game.

Due to my health, I prefer discord RP atm. We can attempt to schedule something in-game, but there is a chance I will have to cancel last minute. I can try my hand at tumblr RP, but I've never done it!

My DMs are open! No need to ask. It's better to contact me on discord, though (@ mon_mothra )

Boosts/Reblogs are appreciated!

@mooglemeet

#crystal lfrp #ffxiv LFRP #ffxiv RP #crystal rp

[scuderlia]

thanks for the tag jo @liamlawsonlesbian <3

star sign: aries sun, capricorn moon, virgo rising. being chill and normal was never an option.

favorite holiday: probably Halloween 💀 as someone who loves horror and is a recovering theatre kid, it's perfect. plus, i'm gay.

last meal: three twizzlers & a litre of ginger kombucha

current favorite musician: i've been listening to a lot of Wolf Alice and SASAMI recently.

last song listened to: 'No Girl So Sweet' (PJ Harvey)

(a tangent... but if any of my mutuals want to stalk each other on Spotify pls lmk...)

last movie watched: Talk to Me (2023) dir. Danny & Michael Philippou. i watched it on my flight and it was honestly a lot better than i anticipated. even though gore isn't typically my favourite, i was pleasantly surprised by how they managed to integrate it into a possession film. loved the grief-driven storylines, and the characters charmed me. rating: ☆☆☆☆

last tv show watched: Betty (HBO) !!! i have debilitating crushes on everyone from Skate Kitchen.

last book finished: Empire of Wild by Cherie Dimaline. it was assigned in one of my first year uni courses and i sped through it without really taking the time to read it properly. now that i have it's been rotting my brain non-stop. her use of simile is insane.

i also recently finished An Anthropologist on Mars by Oliver Sacks. one of my all-time favourite authors and academics, would highly recommend this as a foray into 'medical' non-fiction.

last book abandoned: i don't think i've ever abandoned a book in my life, but i recently had to choke down this technical document about building codes that i can't be bothered to remember the title of.

edit: just remembered the absolute chore that was reading Outlawed by Anna North. i feel cheated and lied to by the cover because i love the cover, but the book is honestly unbelievably boring. i’m tired of the evangelical horse girl narrators, i had enough of those where i grew up. i did finish this because i hate quitting, but it tested my patience and made me feel like pulling my hair out.

currently reading: Milk Fed by Melissa Broder (for like the third time). this book is sooo weird and kind of gross, in the best way. it's definitely not going to appease everyone but i have a sick fascination with it and keep coming back. i've also been having a love affair with the cover design for a while now.

last thing researched for writing/art/hyperfixation: common apartment floorplans in Italy (if anyone has this info, hmu). i'm also in an internet sinkhole of background on the 2024 F2 grid and their respective karting histories.

favorite online fandom memory: when i was 15 i had public beef with a bunch of conservatives in a politician's comment section over pipelines and green policy and then said politician blocked me on every platform. this wouldn't be fandom related if not for the fact that i used my fan account to do all of this, so [redacted] had to search my cringe username multiple times... like omg are you a fan?

favorite old fandom you wish would drag you back in/have a resurgence: the euphoria that i felt being a part of the haikyuu fandom during quarantine will never be replicated, but i think about it every day.

favorite thing you enjoy that never had an active or big fandom, but you wish it did: i'm really into the original, morbid Grimm fairytales and wish that someone would produce a proper remake of Cinderella already. let the doves pick out the step sisters' eyes, cowards.

tempting project you don't have time for: this is a trick question because i always give into temptation regardless of whether i have time for it or not. i really want to do a series of deep-dive posts about track design and the 'architects' of f1... i've been fixated on it for a while now and haven't seen a lot of discussion about it, plus it seems like it would be fun to put all the research together :)

~ all the people i would tag have already posted, but pls do it if you'd like!

#tag game

[hummelig]

NOOOOOOO I MEANT BREAD

but yeah sure I'll memorize this valuable information since I wouldn't want to leave such a wonderful creature without a caretaker

Thanks!

Now onto my second try of writing an essay about German bread, because Tumblr deleted the first one :(

First of all, bread is a very integral part of German culture. We have more kinds of bread (over 3,200) and more bakeries than most other countries and our bread culture is party of the UNESCO heritage list.

Bread is traditionally eaten in the morning and on breaks ("breakbread" is the term for anything you eat in work/school breaks"), also in the evening ("evening bread" is also the term for everything you eat at dinner). You also sometimes eat bread for lunch, especially together with soups or sausages.

(stereotypical German breakfast- but let's be real noone has time for that regularly)

So now onto the ✨History✨

Germany was not the country we know to day until unification started in the 19th century, but rather a cluster of small kingdoms and duchies, all with their own culture, dialect and... bread.

(map of "The Holy Roman Empire" aka Germanys predecessor in 1789)

This federal trend continued throughout history- Germany got more and more unified but until today we have 16 federal states, which are also segmented in smaller regions, with their own dialect, culture and food.

Since Germany doesn't have that much sunshine (as opposed to France eg), wheat didn't really thrive here but rye and spelt did!

Bread served as nourishment for the often cold and harsh weather for farmers and also nobles, which is why the heftier and heartier the bread was the better. And we still make bread this way: "sourdough bread made with rye, spelt and wheat flours and packed with grains and seeds." (source at bottom)

Also, something I only learned today is that this trend never really spread through Europe that much! And German settlers apparently also didn't bring it to America because as far as I know, this thing is called bread:

(we call that toast and it really doesn't deserve the title bread)

Today every supermarket (especially by chains like Aldi, Rewe, Edeka, Lidl, Netto etc you get it) have a local bakery in the front of their store.

(They all usually look like this and are at the front of the store. Through another door you enter the actual supermarket. Sometimes they are also in the actual supermarket with no separation.)

They not only sell bread, but usually also pastries and ✨pretzels✨.

"The variety of baked goods can be a little perplexing when encountered for the first time: there’s farmers bread, mixed bread, stone oven bread, sunflower bread, pumpkin bread, five seed bread and so on." (source bottom).

We also honor the "bread of the year"! This year it was Pumpkinseedbread :)

But I think we can all agree that the best German loaf is unarguably my cat, Ruby. <3

Because I will leave Germany to go to Japan for a year, I vowed to learn to bake bread, because in Japan they obviously don't have German bread and also their bread is sweet, apparently. Also it's nice to be able to create things from your culture and also gift it to others!

That said, when anyone here visits Bavaria hmu and if you're not that far away you'll get a free loaf of bread! <3

(I structured this along this text along this article which is also the source for the quotations:

#germany #bread #unnecessarily long rant but here you go #mystuff

[decafdino]

Can you give me some advice plss? bc I just love your writing so so much... then I think it's a good idea

I love writing stories and imagining them, I think of a new one pretty much every day but there's one that I can't get out of my head and I really want to write so maybe I can post it and be able to share some of my thoughts of Carlos childhood and Tarlos in general.

... but my insecurities won't let me write a full paragraph without thinking it's awful and everyone will hate it. So I was wondering if you have any tips for me.

Thank youu

Okay so first off— it means a lot that there is someone out there who is seeking my advice on writing. Like wow, thank you.

Second, I understand what you mean about having so many ideas swirling around in your head. Brainstorming is one of my favorite pastimes and definitely was my jumping off point when I started getting in to fic writing. I started out writing 911 LS fic because no one was writing the story that I wanted to read, so I just did it myself instead.

As someone who reads a lot— and I mean A LOT— I have seen many different styles of writing, from modern poetry to classical literature to (my most often-read medium) fanfiction. Fic is special, because there's this understanding when you click on the title or link to a page that what is being posted is made out of love for the fandom you're writing for. It means that it doesn't have to be perfect, and as a reader, for the most part, if I can understand what you mean through your word choice and what's happening in the story, I'm going to enjoy it. I can say with absolute certainty no one is going to hate you, the author, for writing something in celebration of a fandom (the exception of course is if you choose to write about something that's controversial in any way in your fandom space, but that's generally a given for being online.) Plus, the worst that could happen is if someone doesn't like your fic, they'll hopefully just click off. If you're writing for LS specifically, I can basically guarantee you that whatever response you get is going to be positive, because that's just how this fandom is in my experience.

The point of me saying that is that if you have an idea, you should write it. It doesn't have to be perfect in the first draft, and honestly when you post the final draft on ao3 no ones expecting you to be Shakespeare.

(Also, if you want to know a secret? Tons of authors struggle just the same as you do with imposter syndrome. In fact, I've taken a break from writing today because I was stressing myself out about it so much. Twenty-four hours later and I'm feeling better about it. Whenever you get that way, I think it's important to remember that no one is going to write like you do, because that's the beauty of the artform: it's unique. When it gets overwhelming for me, I like to take a step back for a day or two, then come back at my draft with a fresh set of eyes.)

But I think the most important thing, if you do want to get in to writing, is to not delete the stuff you've written. Yeah, you might cringe later at it, but first drafts ain't pretty for anyone. They're for laying the foundation of your story, and the best part is no one ever has to see them because you can just edit the fic to be better and better in the later drafts. Again, if you have an idea, then you should run with it. The only opinion that really matters is your own.

TL; DR I believe in you, anon! Go forth and create your own beautiful, unique art! (and maybe also send me the link if you do end up posting so that I can hype you up)

Much love,

DecafDino | Flogsam

ps. feel free to hmu if you have any more questions. my inbox is always open ;)

#also if any other authors want to add on to this feel free! #its like my little advice corner haha #floggyfics #anon ask #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tarlos #fanfic

[daz4i]

I’ve been thinking about what Akechi would be called if he had access to the Velvet Room and had an attendant. Like, he’s a trickster, but Joker is ‘Trickster’. I’ve shuffled through a few options, but I think my favorite so far is ‘Adversary’ - both because he’s a rival to Joker and fighting against Shido, but also because that’s a common translation of שטן. That connects him both to Joker, who has Satanael as a challenger of god, and also kinda Sae as a prosecutor. Anyways, thoughts on what a good Velvet Room title would be?

ooooooo i like that!!! askjdgh in my head akeshu are always like an angel/demon pair (tho with a twisted take on it ofc) that i never stop to consider them both as demons honestly :P and i love the connection to sae too!!!!!!! (you can also fuse satan only after you max her confidant 👀)

tho i feel like there's no way he'd actually cooperate with someone who calls him an adversary yknow?? 🤔 like he'd figure out he's manipulated in a second. also it sort of puts him as like, second place - or rather like, an inversion of someone else that he doesn't know yet, and while this can motivate him to become better i don't think it's a useful way to actually get goro to do what you want him to (rather i'd say you should treat him like he's number one and the best, constantly praise him etc and this'll get him on your side). so idk if he'd actually cooperate with "igor" if he called him that way, and dare i even say actively work to oppose him

if i had to choose anything i'd play into his chaos elements, like a more destructive take on "trickster", something that implies he's still very powerful. BUT my english vocabulary isn't large enough to know if such a word even exists and google is no help aksjdfgh so if you (or anyone who sees this) has smth that can fit hmu 🤔

[nicocastillo]

Nico Castillo ·✥· Basics & Wanted Plots

·✥· BASICS ·✥·

FULL NAME · Nicolás Castillo Alders -- goes by Nico, rarely includes the Alders part when he introduces himself BORN · Sept. 27, 1988 (currently 35) PRONOUNS · he/him GENDER · cis man ORIENTATION · biromantic demisexual SPECIES · werewolf

( parental death tw, kidnapping/torture tw at the last point )

FAMILY · Aurelio Castillo Silva (d. 2002),  Saskia Alders (former Alpha, d. Feb. 2022) PACK POSITION · (born wolf) triggered to Beta May 2002, raised to Alpha Aug. 2022 OCCUPATION · Paramedic, out of Shadow Lake Hospital CURRENT RESIDENCE · His family home in Echo Acres, with Elif Karadas currently as of January 2024, a more secluded cottage near the Alders house, with Jas St. Claire POSITIVE TRAITS · adventurous, compassionate, idealistic, independent, easygoing NEGATIVE TRAITS · stubborn, irresponsible, bitter, indulgent, avoidant

·✥· QUICK NOTES ·✥·

Nico is the son of the former Alpha, Saskia Alders. He grew up in Lunar Cove with a lot of pressure on him to be tough and responsible so he could one day claim the title from his mother. 

Prone to disobedience and wandering as a kid.

His father was killed by a werewolf who was trying to get back at Saskia. She and Nico hunted that wolf down, and when Nico came back his curse had been triggered.

After that, he stopped giving into Saskia’s demands, and eventually moved out and became a paramedic instead, learning to treat various supernatural species around town. 

Had a big fight with her about ten years ago, and left completely. 

Returned in August 2022 to claim the Alpha title—which might be a surprise to anyone who knew how much he didn’t want it before. 

Was kidnapped on Valentine’s Day 2023 by hunters & tortured until he could be rescued.

has a dog named Thunder (x) that he adopted with Jas in October 2023

·✥· WANTED PLOTS ·✥· childhood friends: lots of potential for this one, as a kid he was truly out here to make friends at the drop of a hat. the teen years were where things got bumpier and traumatic, he was a bit closed off after his dad died. ( poppy )

former enemies & rivals: the pettier the disagreement, the better, imo. ( mason )

teen cringe phase: his personality definitely became more rebellious from ages 14 onwards, so it’d be lovely to have a few people who remember being along for the ride ( poppy, frankie )

omg they were former roommates: nico moved out of his parent’s place right after high school, but still lived in lunar cove until he was 24, so if you want to have co-habitated when he was at his low-maintenance best, i’m all ears! met on the road: nico was drifting through the north-eastern states with a friend ( elif ), and a bit of canada (montreal, toronto) for about ten years, ending up in oregon. if you were around that area, at that time, there’s a possibility you ran into them. ( jasmine )

exes etc.: they’d be few and far between (he’s bi and demi, he figured out gradually) so if you want a former romantic connection, or a failed one? hmu

current romantic interest: ( jasmine <3 )

saving grace(s): being on the council is a huge challenge for someone who doesn’t like to sit still or take notes that much, he’ll need a helping hand or two! ( poppy )

other: packmates! (jc, frankie, kitty, elif ) neighbours in echo acres! surfing buddies! (jonah) coworkers at the hospital or fellow ems workers always welcome! ( rangi )

#( about. ) #parental death tw #torture tw #kidnapping tw

[alixsky]

“And that my friends, is how I came out to my new best friend”

#based on a true story #anyway #ive been debating on drawing a series #cause i like college aus #especially for haikyuu #if anyone has a better title for it hmu! #but yeah we love drawing from personal experience lol #my art #bokuro antics #haikyuu!! comics #haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! fan art #haikyuu!! fanart #haikyu!! #haikyu!! fan art #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #bokuro #bokuroo #bokuroo fan art #bokuroo fanart #college au #hq #hq!! #hq college au

[jonismitchell]

swifties. she’s coming.

#arden speaks #if anyone has a better title / subtitle please hmu

[homeiswherethestuckis]

My blog title is a lie I've never walked into a club in my life let alone like what up I love homestuck.

#I didn't actually have a good idea for a title so I went with that #tbh I still don't have any idea what a good one is #i'll delete this later probably just thought I'd share that #hey if anyone has better ideas hmu

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

#did not know how to end oops #mamamoo x reader #hwasa x reader #mamamoo hwasa #ahn hyejin #hwasa fanfic #hwasa imagines #hwasa #mamamoo fic #mamamoo imagines #mamamoo scenarios #girl group fanfic #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop #kpop fic #gg fic #gg fanfic #requested

[classpectpokerap]

yo fyi the tumblr overlay stuff is overwriting the search box and search button. Anyway today's dual is Dragon of Storm (BardThief of BreathHope) and I'd love to hear any examples you can think of that specific classpect in media

on point 1: so i fixed that, and then out of curiosity i went and checked my feedback form - turns out there were eight unread responses, ope. and turns out there was a massive bug and subtraction just. didnt work right.

so i fixed those, and then i added a fixed navbar, and that caused all SORTS of issues but it looked better so blargh but anyway. The Website Has Been Updated (which is also, the tumblr! i dont know how tumblr works but if you go to the full page the changes are there too). Now the site has like, a better navbar??? this took way too long to be worth it lmfao

Also most of the replies to the form was about Homesturdle. One day I will get back to the Homesturdle^2 update that I had planned, but that day is, "i don't want to learn typescript" days away lol

anyway

ON DUALS (alicorn theory primer)

Dual Classpects are a couple of things. They're a system to give funky names to sprite-fused Homestuck characters, they're a way to make cool sounding titles, but it's also mostly today's XKCD.

In the case of today (April 23, 2022), we're gonna be playing around with Dragon of Storm.

DRAGON OF STORM

(yeah i know the website is a lil janky rn. if anyone has suggestions for a logo n stuff hmu)

Anyway. Dragon of Storm. The search page says that a Dragon of Storm is made out of ThiefBard of BreathHope, so to get a Dragon of Storm you could do a few things.

Number one is that you grab a Bard of Breath and a Thief of Hope, and sprite-fuse them together. This is the original way Dual Classpecting worked, and I think it's fairly understandable. Bam, two people, now one person. New classpect.

The other way to do it is through Alicorn Theory, which is not for this post in terms of an in-depth explanation, but I'll do a brief rundown here. Basically, what if alicornhood is achieved through doing character growth Really Really Good, like, triumphing over your classpect + a bonus one.

For the purpose of this post, we'll be looking at making an alicorn out of a Thief of Hope -- Peter Quill, from GOTG2.

Peter's whole thing is that he's been actively taken from places, but that gives him new opportunities, new hopes. There's more to this classpecting, but I'll save it for a larger post on the Hope aspect (most of what I'd say in it can be viewed here). For now, let's take it as granted and move on.

(Special thanks to @nihilistic-janitor for being the driver of like 70% of this blog's meta and for being just generally fucking awesome. This would not exist without them.)

To become fully realized as a Dragon of Storm, he needs to overcome the challenges of both his inverse classpect (Page of Rage) AND the bonus secondary one (the inverse of Bard of Breath, Maid of Blood). This actually fits GOTG vol2 kinda perfectly.

Peter's big new struggle in this film kinda IS that of a Maid of Blood. He just found out about a new, like, literal biological part of him, but it's also a new familial relationship that drives the film's conflict. He has to overcome this, become a Bard of Breath (one who passively destroys thru and is passively destroyed by freedom/youth/innocence/travel), leave Ego behind, and be with his team.

He also achieves Page of Rage in this film - like, the giant pacman is. i mean. like. come on.

right???? gamers????????

anyway

By the end of the film, once he's finally at his like, Character Growth Achieved moment, that's a Dragon of Storm, I tell ye. I declare it.

but, yeah! that's basically it for that ask. this post deleted itself halfway thru typing it and i had to redo it, so, like, lol

if anyone else has asks they wanna submit, always feel free! and thank you to all the new followers :D im pleased as hell to see people like the work i put in, and i wanna make it better!

#hs #homestuck #classpect #classpects #classpecting #gotg2 #this is basically what most of the blog will be #a vibechecked classpect and webdev update usually in one #plus like conversational screenshots throughout #lmk if anything could be improved!!! im new to this #cotd #classpect of the day #hs meta

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

She Who Shan’t Be Named - Part 4 | Sweetheart (Steve x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, intercourse, suggestive language, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Steve x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.4k Masterlist: LINK

(hmu if you want adding to the tag-list for this series)

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“Knock knock.” Steve’s voice echoes in the living room where (Y/N) is alone, sat watching some show on Netflix and eating a bowl of pasta.

“Afternoon, Cap.” She greets, flashing a wink his way.

The man laughs and shakes his head.

“Afternoon, (Y/N). How’re you doing? You settling in okay?”

“As courteous as ever, Steven.” She avoids his question.

His grin remains as he approaches the couches.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to the couch across from her.

“Are you asking me permission to sit in the living room of your own home?” Her voice is half-serious half-joking.

He laughs nonetheless and takes a seat.

“I’m trying to make you feel comfortable.” Steve offers.

“You’re Captain America, I don’t think there’s much you can do to make me feel uncomfortable.”

Another chuckle.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“You can hold me to a lot of things.”

“What?”

“What?” She mimics, Steve smirking and shaking his head.

“What’re you watching?” He asks, trying to make conversation.

“Nothing you’d know, old man.”

Another laugh.

He relishes in it for a moment. The happiness. The genuine, relaxed atmosphere as he feels carefree and welcomed.

“Try me.”

“Big Bang Theory.”

“Hey, I know that one! Tony hates it.” Cap boasts, (Y/N) giggling herself.

“I know, that’s half the reason I love it so much.”

More laughter.

What Steve doesn’t notice is the way the woman spends more time eyeing his body up and down. The way his biceps are on full display, along with his abs, in the tight light blue t-shirt he’s wearing. The way she’s imagining what his beard feels like against her lips. And the other lips.

Sitting her pasta bowl down on the coffee table, she stands up and approaches the blond, watching his eyes lock with hers, eyebrows quirked in curiosity of her movements.

She stops directly in front of him and he’s all too curious.

“You okay?”

“When was the last time you fucked anyone, Steve?”

His eyes widen and he almost chokes on his own saliva at the question.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard, Rogers.”

She maneuvers herself so her knees are bent on either side of the man’s thighs, sitting on his lap.

His arms are almost up in surrender, not daring to touch the woman.

“Did I stutter?”

No. But he does.

“I, uh, you- what’re you doing?”

“Waiting for an answer.”

“God. Uhm, a while? Like three or four years ago.” He confesses, still looking bewildered at the woman.

“Was it good?” The woman continues, leaning forward so her chest is pressed against his, her lips by his ear. “Did you enjoy it?”

“I- what- it was alright.” Steve stumbles over his words.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Captain?” Her voice is no louder than a whisper, her breath making goosebumps prick his skin in the room that’s almost too hot.

“Not quite the word I’d use.” He manages.

“No? What word would you use?”

He hesitates again, eyes widening even more so as she gently takes his hands in her own and rests them on her hips.

“I don’t know.” Steve whispers, locking eyes with her once she’s pulled back enough to do so.

“May I kiss you, Steven Rogers?” She asks, whilst she wants this and is confident, she doesn’t want to do anything to make the man in front of her uncomfortable.

He opens his mouth a few times before deciding on the right answer.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m always full of good ideas, Captain. Allow yourself to indulge in a little bit of fun every now and then.” (Y/N) whispers, leaning forwards and pressing a gentle kiss to the man’s lips, feeling him reciprocate it instantly.

His hands squeeze her hips just that bit tighter when he does, the woman internally grinning at the feeling.

She pushes the boat out and kisses him harder. Deeper. Faster. Wanting to see where his limits are.

Their breathing is heavy, Steve taking over the kiss without even realising it himself.

She slowly pulls back and loves the way he follows her, not wanting to stop.

“Look at the state of you, Stevie.”

The nickname makes a small whimper escape his mouth as he pulls back and meets her eyes once more, looking half guilty half desperate.

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t know-”

“None of that. I don’t want you to be sorry, Cap, I want to know how much you want it.” She teases, voice husky as her hands reach up to his face, stroking his beard.

The man gulps.

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Stark will-”

“This isn’t about Stark; this is about you and me, Rogers. He doesn’t need to know.”

She presses her lips to his again, grinding down on man so very subtly, but enough to feel the growing shaft in his jeans.

“Fuck,” Steve whispers between kisses, the pair pausing as they enjoy the feeling of her movements.

“Language.”

He can’t help the smile that forms at her comment. He squeezes her hips a little harder.

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop. You’re gonna-”

“Gonna what, huh, Cap? Gonna make you horny? Gonna make you hard? Gonna make you fuck me?” She interrupts, actions becoming more and more needy with every word she speaks.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He groans, head lolling back onto the sofa.

“Not an answer, Steve.”

“We really shouldn’t.”

“Fuck me, Cap.”

And that’s his limit.

He tosses the woman aside so she’s on her back on the sofa, adjusting himself so he’s hovering over her.

Her eyes glisten with anticipation as the man unbuckles his jeans before unzipping them, yanking them down enough to reach for his, now, rock-hard cock.

“Turns out that America’s Sweetheart isn’t so sweet after all.” (Y/N) teases, hoping to get him a little riled up.

“Shut up.” He manages to groan, yanking down her leggings and panties in one go. “How’re you so wet already?”

The vulgar words coming from a man like Captain America do something indescribable to her core.

“Can you blame me, Cap?”

He groans again, leaning over the woman and pumping his shaft a few times as he admires her body beneath him.

“Oh, you like that one, huh?” She teases, noticing how he reacts whenever she uses the title.

“God, will you shut up?” The man whispers, not at all harsh, rather begging.

“Or else, what, Captain?”

With that, he presses his cock to her entrance and slides in slowly. Inch by inch. And there’s a lot.

“Fuck!” Steve growls as he sheaths himself inside her.

(Y/N)’s eyes roll to the back of her head at how big he is. She genuinely hasn’t been this full in her life.

“Language.” She barely manages, but it’s quickly followed by a gasp and a moan as he pulls out and slams back into her.

She swears the man just shattered her cervix.

“Fuck, Steve!” She moans, hands wrapping around the man, nails digging into his clothed back.

“Language yourself.” He manages through clenched teeth. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Is this just alright for you?” Her voice is mocking but struggling as he continues to pump in and out of her.

“You’re far more than alright, sweetheart.”

The words catch her off-guard but she pays no mind as she indulges herself in how good the man feels.

“Feels so good, Stevie.” She whimpers, Steve groaning and fucking her harder and harder, sweat forming on his face but he doesn’t care.

He’s never felt so good.

“Yeah? God, sweetheart, can feel you squeezing me.”

Filth.

“Want you to make me cum, Cap.”

Another moan from the man, cursing under his breath.

“Better yet, I want your cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re killin’ me.”

They’re going at it for a few moments longer before Steve is stuttering that he’s gonna cum.

Without second thought, the woman pushes herself back, dropping to her knees on the carpeted ground and opening her mouth wide, tongue sticking out.

Steve groans once again at the sight and pumps himself until he’s moaning her name and blowing his load into her mouth, (Y/N) making sure that she doesn’t miss a drop.

“Not bad for America’s Sweetheart.” She states once they both catch their breath.

Steve chuckles once again, redoing up his trousers and helping the woman up off of the floor.

“You’re gonna do things to every person in this building, you know that?” He smiles, both collapsing onto the couch and leaning on one another, eyes moving back to the TV where the next episode of her show is on.

“That’s the plan, Cap.”

Another laugh.

“We’re glad to have you, sweetheart.”

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[homoeroticvillain]

my newest w.i.p. chapter 1

a/n: yeahh so this doesn't have a title yet but if anyone has any ideas then hmu. also feel free to ask questions bout these characters, i literally love asks so much

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

It was a small house, a cottage really. It had a nice limestone base and flowers were hanging off the roof. There was plenty of room outside to play due to the clearing surrounding the cottage before slowly becoming the forest surrounding the area. There was also a town only about a 30 minute walk away, it was a nice town with a small grocers, a school, and plenty of other families. But what really mattered was if Emily liked it.

“So, what do you think sweetie?” I looked down at Emily and she beamed up at me. I’m glad I remembered to tell her to wear her overalls today since I knew she would want to explore everywhere. Her overalls were already covered in patches either me or Jennifer had sewn on, various dragons, swords, goblins and heroes adorned them.

“I love it, daddy! It makes me feel like a hobbit!” Of course she would say that, although she isn’t wrong. I almost feel like I should pick up a pipe if we’re going to be living here. Emily is rocking back and forth on her feet, clearly waiting for me to say it's okay to explore.

“Grab Berry so we can bring her in and *then* you can run off, okay?” And off she runs, I can hear a perturbed meow coming from the car already. I should bring in Berry’s litter box to think of it, and her climbing tree or she *will* start climbing all over the furniture in there already. I can see Emily run off carrying a mass of black hair in her arms. She is certainly in a hurry to explore.

I open up the trunk and pull out all the cat supplies, as much as I would like to take this all in in one trip. I *do* know better. Alright, litter box stuff first, then climbing tree, then I have to bring in the human stuff. Thankfully the cottage was pre-furnished but obviously the two of us still wanted to bring some things to make this place really feel like home. I mostly had to bring my writing supplies, which is mostly just a laptop and a coffee mug. While Emily brought a few plushies, and several of her favourite books. Although she would have tried to bring more if we hadn’t agreed that her mother would come and visit and bring the rest of her stuff, thank god for Jennifer. Despite it being Jennifer’s fault our daughter is trying to bring a replica sword to a cottage anyways.

As I set up the cat supplies I had just brought in I can see Emily through the window examining a snail who was previously peacefully sitting on a rock. Once I put up the cat tree, I’m startled by Berry jumping up onto it. She meows at me, as if she doesn’t know that she just scared the crap out of me. I try and glare at her but I end up just laughing and heading out to bring our suitcases inside.

“Emily! Stop harassing the wildlife!” I call out when I see her start poking the poor snail while I’m pulling out our suitcases.

“Sorry!” I hear her call back, and I watch her also apologise to the snail and head off to examine some of the flowers around the cottage. I shake my head with a laugh and shut the trunk so I can head inside and unpack. I do end up slightly stuck opening and re closing the trunk for a moment but on the eighth try I get it right and head inside.

“Alright… so Emily already said she wanted the attic on the drive here. So I’ll take her suitcase up there and she can unpack it later. So that means I get the bedroom down here, but I shouldn’t work in there so I’ll move a desk to the living room and set up my laptop there.” I muttered to myself as I took Emily’s suitcase to her new room. It’s more than a little dusty up here but she specifically said she wanted the attic so I’ll respect that. There’s already a bed up here but it's a bit plain so I should remind Jennifer to bring Emily’s old sheets. I should probably make a to do list or something, otherwise I’m certainly going to forget all of this. I set down Emily’s suitcase in her room and hurried back down to the kitchen, I had seen a notepad on the fridge. I shake my hand by my side as I find a pen to write everything down. I let out a sigh of relief once everything is written down.

Matthew’s To Do List

-Unpack clothes and etc in the downstairs bedroom

-Move desk to living room and set up laptop

-Msg Jennifer about Emily’s sheets

“Oh I should also probably take Emily into town and we can buy some stuff to eat tonight.” I added it to the list and folded it up and put it in my back pocket. In the meantime I should go unpack everything in my new room.

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I plugged my laptop in and sighed in satisfaction. It was a bit more manual labour then I was used to, what with all the desk moving and unpacking, but it looked nice. I can type my new book while looking outside, and keep an eye on Emily too. Speaking of Emily, I should probably find her so we can head into town. I pull out my to do list quickly and check everything I’d done off, thankfully I had already messaged Jennifer about the sheets while I took a break before moving the desk.

I headed outside and locked the door behind me, checking multiple times it was locked even though I knew no one was going to come out here and rob us in the few minutes I’d be looking for my daughter.

“Emily! Where are you honey?” I put my hands to my mouth and call out for her. I can hear some rustling from one of the bigger trees and I can spot light brown pigtails sticking out from the leaves.

“Up here!” Suddenly pigtails are joined by a rosy light brown face grinning at me. Her grin was missing a few teeth still and the bow in her hair was crooked now not to mention she had managed to put another hole in her overall but she was still the cutest thing I had ever seen.

“There you are, kiddo. You *did* check this tree was safe to climb first, right?” She seemed fine but I couldn’t have my little girl getting hurt because she forgot basic tree climbing safety.

“Mhmm, I’m perfectly fine daddy. No scratches to be seen! You worry too much.” Emily stuck her tongue out at me and I laughed. I probably did worry too much, she certainly got her adventurous side from her mother.

“Well then, how ‘bout you come down and we clean you off then we head into town? I’m pretty sure they have a bookstore.” I held my arms out and Emily jumped down into them. Her eyes sparkled at the mention of a bookstore, she had certainly got her love for books from me.

The two of us headed inside and I told her to change out of her overalls since I would need to fix them again later and that once she did that I would fix her hair. I also grabbed a face cloth from the bathroom to wipe off her face, she had managed to get some dirt on her. Emily came down a few minutes later in one of the dresses one of her aunts must have bought her, it was one of the few ones she actually liked since it had a pattern like dragon scales with cloth spikes down the back and a hood which she had up right now.

“Wow, dressing to impress our new neighbours?” I smiled at her and she giggled and nodded. I gestured for her to come closer so I could wipe off her face, she scrunched her face as I wiped it but afterwards she looked a lot cleaner. I gestured for her to turn around and I pulled down her hood so I could re-do her pigtails. Thankfully I had remembered to grab a comb from the bathroom when I got the wash cloth.

Once she was all ready to go I patted all my pockets to make sure I had everything. Wallet, phone, keys… and no glasses.

“Do you know where my glasses are, Emi?” She looked up at me from her checking her own little bag she was carrying.

“Your head, silly.” She was laughing as she spoke and I patted my head to find she was right. I sighed and adjusted my glasses.

“Alright I think we’re all ready, say goodbye to Berry, okay?” I heard her say bye to the cat and I could hear her meow in response. It was a bit of a trek to get into town but it’d be better for both of us to get used to it since Emily would have to walk there to get to school once she started in the fall. I felt a tug on my sleeve and I looked down.

“I really like it here so far, daddy.” And weren’t those the best words I could hear right then, hopefully that sentiment would stay around.

#i actually wrote 1.5k words in one day wow i like never do that #anyways hope you guys like this #i didnt actually beta read this either oops #but if anyone would like to be a beta for this then hmu also #its been forever since ive actually wrote original fiction and put it anywhere #new tag btw for actual writing #original story #original writing #klepto talks to himself #klepto rants about ocs #klepto's writing tag

[nachosncheeze]

Music of Blindspot

The music of Blindspot 2x01 - In Night So Ransomed Rogue (Updated)

I'm a dork who likes soundtracks. I've been searching and collecting music from the show for myself, so I thought I'd share. I'll link background music wherever I've been able to find it (using primarily YouTube as I don't have spotify etc; hmu if you have links to add!).

All music is composed by Blake Neely and Sherri Chung; I'm getting nothing out of this except maybe my own notes made legible, for a change. Please tread lightly around the YouTube links as I don't want to get the OPs in trouble or we could lose access to this awesome content. Thank you! :)

Songs by other artists as they come up I'll include lyrics etc. Any corrections, comments, or anything else please hit me up!

Posts will be behind a cut, because most of these posts will be long and I'll be referring to specific scenes so... spoilers!

Edit Note! Now that we're further into re-watch, I've got my bookmarks and files in far better order, and happily, I've learned my way around tumblr a bit more. Being just generally so much better organized, these posts are less necessary to me now than they were at the start, when I was leaning very heavily on them as a means to sort out a truly shocking mess in my bookmarks, meaning I can focus a lot more on the thematic links. I've edited this post in that light (and had fun while I was at it), so time permitting, I will do others as I go along. :D

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Like absolutely everything about this first episode (for anyone who couldn't already tell from the rest of my nonsense, it is EASILY my favorite and I love it sfm), the music is AMAZING and was fairly easy to collect as most of the new themes were available on their own (later episodes borrow and quote and all sorts). It's also got the first introduction of what is, imo, one of the key pieces from the whole series, Torn Apart - including the Remi and Roman theme.

Tortured - self-explanatory; this is the music accompanying the opening montage up to Jane's escape and the rolling of the titles. Of note is that a variation of this track was first heard in the opening moments of 1x23, as Jane washes Mayfair's blood down the drain and Kurt remembers his father's confession. Tortured, indeed. The earlier version can be heard in See You On The Other Side from the official season 1 OST.

Main Theme - I think have a cut of just the theme somewhere but I can't find it atm (will edit again if I do). It's officially released and purchasable on the Season 1 OST; can be heard in "Who is Jane Doe?/Main Theme" starting at approx 2:20.

Motorcycle Chase - up until "Laura Moses, you're under arrest."

Nas' arrival/'Jane Doe has escaped' briefing - The music accompanying Nas' arrival is worth noting, although I can't find a recording of it, as it comes up again at a key moment later in the season. The latter quotes from one of the show's main themes, 'Ink'.

Van scene - Most of it quotes from 'Tortured', above.

Have to Shoot Me - The infamous motel hallway scene, starting right after the ad-break/cut. I defy anyone to not hear the dialogue in their head. Holy mackerel the feels.

Ultimate Polygraph - Pretty self-explanatory again. You'll hear 'Ink' again in there as well, when they talk about Mayfair. Covers to the end/fade to Kurt's office. This one comes up at various points in the series later on, so it's something to watch out for. :D I believe it's based on an unreleased track from season 1. Well, I know it's in season 1... I think in the scene when Weitz is laying out his case against Mayfair, but I'd have to go back and check.

Kurt's Office/"You know, when I was a little girl..." to "Then let's make them pay" - I think I have the latter half of this somewhere buuuuut. Well, I'll edit if I find it.

Making the plan/Making the call/"I can do it"/Fancy tracker/"We have to talk about this."

Meeting Roman - It's our favourite brother figure and oh look, it's a snippet from 'Ink' in there, too.

"For Mayfair" - The team agreeing to work together scene.

DUI Checkpoint - We all love a good video game timed-button-press sequence but alas I've not located the dramatic 80s synth at the end nor the bit when they're switching cars.

Black Hole - When the team is in Patterson's lab looking at Mayfair's drive with Nas, up until the scene ends with "they've got a fun vibe so far." It's very funky! IMO one of the better standalone pieces this season.

Jane and Roman at the hospital, Kurt and Nas in the office, Roman taking Jane "somewhere safe", "Stop yelling it's not helping me code!" "You think I'm working for them?" etc, up to "I'm Shepherd. I'm your mother."

Torn Apart - As heard in the "Jane meets Shepherd" scene. I absolutely had to single this piece out. It's by far the most notable piece in the whole episode and in fact is probably one of the most important and oft-thematically-quoted pieces this season if not the entire series, as it comes back again and again and again throughout. I could honestly rave about this piece all day, and in following posts you'll probably find that I do. Why? It's complex, it's layered, and it weaves elements from season 1 together with a whole bunch of new little melodies and beats that rapidly come to fully represent different characters and situations. To break it down a little:

At approx 0:34, you'll hear a little percussion ditty that is carried forward from season 1, and generally seems to have come to represent Jane's connection to Weller (and in this season, the FBI more generally). Noteable prior examples include 0:30 into The Truth Can Save You - the "Jeller theme", which makes sense - but also in Learn to Trust, a track from the end of 1x11 when Jane has to make the fateful decision whether to meet Weller in the park or Oscar at the tower. In the latter, it's only there for a moment, and on-screen it disappears the moment Oscar appears. (Both those tracks are up for purchase on the Season 1 OST, btw.) It seems pretty significant here in season 2, as its presence or absence in any mix of Torn Apart at any point generally corresponds pretty closely with Jane's conflicted loyalties. In particular, in instances where Jane is really leaning into her connection to Roman, that Jeller sound is just. not. there. It comes and goes from this scene, disappearing for most of it once Shepherd starts telling Jane about her past, and reappearing just as Shepherd declares that they're sending her back to the FBI. It's just... *chef's kiss*.

At approx 0:58, there's a new three-tone sound introduced that seems to tie to Roman specifically. It comes up a lot at various points, including its very prominent use at the end of season 3. On screen in this episode, it's introduced just as Jane hears the names Roman and Remi for the first time, and finds out he's her brother.

At approx 1:40, the distorted "voice of the real Jane" is heard, as she remembers Oscar's death on screen.

Lastly, at approx 2:50, when Roman pulls Jane in for a hug - the first real affection or kindness anyone has shown her since before Mayfair died - you have the first instance of what I would call the Remi and Roman theme, which itself is underpinned by the aforementioned three tones of Roman. SUPER GUT-WRENCHING, and an absolutely beautiful crescendo to finish the piece. Honestly. I love this track sfm.

Anyway. Moving on...

"More than anything" - THIS MOMENT. 😭 If you want another musical gut-punch, here it is. Nas leaves the room, and Jane asks Weller, "Why didn't you tell me about the tooth?" And they've brought back the beginning of Under Cover, from 1x09. That's right folks; "More than anything" is set to the same soft tones as the first moment he saw her in that dress.

Decoded Mayfair pictures, Who's the mole montage, etc.

Ending theme

That's it for this episode! Since this is the first one I've done I've basically just expanded on my own messy-ass notes (note: this is no longer the case xD), which themselves are mostly a poorly-labelled bookmarks folder. 😅 Like I said I'm a dork, so it's A Lot. 😅

Also as noted this episode was probably the easiest to collect, so future posts may be shorter with a lot more "missing" pieces. If anyone has any comments or suggestions about content, please hit me up! :D

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[hiimsociallyawkward]

a servant of two masters

hi friends welcome back to me aimlessly ranting about merlin. up today we have 4.06 and this episode. wow. literally just the title gives me everything i need and i'm absolutley here for the chaos that will ensue. hi bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars

i love them in their capes

i want a cloak

dude the 'oh it's not gonna happen' and then it happens trope is so dumb but i laugh every time

notice how the knights ripped off their capes

dude people are falling off of horses and out

MERLIN

ok ok but how is he injured. ik this is rated for kids but i really dk how badly merlin is injured. it looks like just his shoulder but he shouldn't be almost dying like his yk?

:,) arthru making jokes

ok but i love arthur taking care of merlin

alskdjflsadk them trying to make jokes to make each other feel better :,)

stop arthur. stop telling the truth merlin's not dying here 😭

bestie vibes only deadass

HAHA

a s s

side note, the site i get my screenshots from- this picture has 61 views while others average maybe like 10-15?? perverts HAHA just kidding

sok i'm actually really curious as to what merlin's injury is

alsdjf;lasdfjsaldfjsaldf merlin making the rocks fall

idk if it's jut the angling but i felt like the enemies were way too close for merlin to create an entire rock barrier. i don't have any screen shot evidence but so you're just going to have to take my word for it

ok but like who even are these men. they were working for morgana trying to capture arthur?

and what's morgana going to do once she has arthur? kill him and take his place on the throne? remember how well that turned out last time she tried that? no one wanted her. idk idk morgana is just confusing as to what she wants

pls die agravaine

haha strangely fond of the boy? there's nothing strange about it

ok i laughed but i also felt bad when morgana splashed merlin awake and flailed around like a fish

dude merlin is so snarky here and i'm HERE for it

ok i like the knights being competent. thank you thank you

and now they're riding back into camelot with their capes on? you're telling me they traced back their steps to find their capes, dusted them off to make sure that they weren't too dirty and didn't have any leaves or branches still sticking to it before riding back to camelot? iconic

poor gaius. ok he's the worst but he does think of merlin as his son and this makes me sad

ok i have a dumb question. do you think merlin understands whenever other magic users are casting spells? ok i feel like this is a dumb question now. but like, is magic a language? are all incantations in a different language, so when other person who knows magic is watching you- they know what you're trying to do and such? i feel like "of course they'd know" but i'm basing that assumption on hp where everyone knows that alohomora is alohomora and where everyone knows that lumos is lumos. but what about here? does merlin know what she's incanting? can he slightly understand it even if he's never seen/done it before? is magic a language like latin, and even if you aren't completely fluent, you and parse together things and make an assumptions?

arthur is just so sad here

i just, i have to have these here

yes bby figure out that we have a traitor

gaius is not slick in the slightest. yes. look at the traitor king

wow morgana being able to bond with the snake? i wonder how

ok question, does the fomorroh have some sort of loyalty to whoever calls them?

✨kill arthur pendragon✨

ok that snake going in his neck is actually scary

pretty castle counter: 5

btw this is actually my zoom background sometimes. it depends from call to call but it changes between this pretty castle and peeta mellark

G E O R G E

ok i've seen all the tumblr posts but it doesn't get less funny. the 'merlin's missing and we can't find him so we're going to replace him with another manservent dressed EXACTLY like merlin so arthur feels better' makes me chuckle every time

i would like to have that for breakfast

i like the loyalty arthur thank you. i love the loyalty pls. i love that they're friends. like, i love the romance but i love just people being friends too

ok this whole scene. arthur wanting to look for merlin because he has to at least try, gwen just wanting arthur to be careful and to come back to her, gwaine being buds. i love all the friendships in this and just yes thank you

ok ok ok ok ok ok ok ok i'm not at the hug scene yet but i know it's coming and i'm beyond excited

ok this sound track is so cute.

saldkfj;asldkfjasldkfsd

matching icons for you and your best friends

deadass if someone wants to change their tumblr icons so we can match hmu bc i'm 100% down with that

another pretty castle scene

SASSY MERLIN PLS

ok ik this is dumb to comment on because i feel like it's not tremendously hard to execute but i love the differences that colin made in regular merlin and fomorroh merlin. it's the best

they say it later in the episode but i find it hilarious how bad of an assassin merlin is

dude pls you're pouring poison in front of EVERYONE else?

BOG MAN. ok guys i'm calling you guys bog mans now.

ASLDJFALSDFJS THE JEALOUSY SCENE

i am cringey but laughing at the same time you don't understand why am i this childish

ok but arthur is being so sweet right here. i feel like he's not trying to be showy in front of gwen, i feel like he wants merlin to rest and that's so sweet. he's so patient right here and i love him

i miss the gwen and merlin friendship actually

dude merlin is roasting gaius so hard today

leon geeking out over weapons is so cute. omg he's such a tiny nerd i love him

laskjflasdfj THIS SCENE. this makes up for the stew jokes that i may or may not still be mad about

i love that the knights LITERALLY turn a blind eye it's actually hilarious

LOOK AT MERLIN BEING COMPETENT?? HE'S SO SMART WITH THE ARROW RIGGING THING

it's literally treason leon pls and you're laughing you're the best 😭😭

i wish we had a pervical back story arc

ok i think it's dumb that i laughed when merlin ducked but i stand by that

ok why do i feel bad for arthur a little. he's talking abt some semi-deep stuff. not deep deep but like, he's trying to ask for advice from his friend, his close advisor. he would've never talked to merlin like this is season 1-2 but here he is, talking about trust. and MERLIN is trying to MURDER HIM. yes. i admit it's a little funny when i'm just watching merlin trip over things and such, but when i listen to arthur talking i feel slightly sad

literallly. merlin's passed out on the floor and arthur doesn't even think anything is wrong

gwen's face when she knocked merlin out is so cute

oop. why is arthur standing in agravaine's door way like an absolute robot

cyes arthur. figure him out

i hate agravaine. i just want arthur to be happy. he's only trusting agravaine because agravaine is family.

stfu agravaine 'you're all that's left of my dear sister' SHUT THE FRONT DOOR

ok there's a repeat of the castle from earlier but i'll spare you

pls this bath scene is so awkward. tt not being able to trust anyone anymore and we're laughing at merlin but arthur's talking so sad and deep

pls this bath scene is so awkward. that's all the notes i have

again, i miss gwen and merlin

merlin is MONCHING on those berries. i'm craving berries now

ok but like. yk that pouch that gaius is using to make the forromoh dormant? what if merlin tucked it in his neckerchief as a precaution. i'm just saying.

aslfkjasdaskdjf the tavern

yall why did merlin have to stop his horse to drink the potion

i want the knights to have a cool band name or smth yk what i mean?

i like that merlin is still a little in the camelot red. it's not the same shade but yk what i mean

HAHA LEON AND PERCIVAL BEING PUSHED TOGETHER. I JUST KEPT ON SCREAMING SUBTEXT SUBTEXT

damn morgana wants RESUKTS. i dont blame her

the frist interaction with merlin and morgana in the hut is so awkward. pls.idek how to comment on it

deadass morgana's dress is so pretty.

magic fight! magic fight!

stfu 'rightfully mine' pls

hehe there's a leaf in his hair

ok i feel like i should've commented more on the magic fight but idk bro

so ik that colin was in this whole episode but it really only just now feels like merlin is here and i think that's fun

arthur is the cutest. i'm loving this dynamic you have no idea. i live live live live LIVE off banter. pls

guys i'm sad apparently i can only put 10 pics in a post but pls enjoy this one pic of arthur right here 😭

ok idk abt you but i'd love to hear jokes abt brass

agaragvaine pls die already

YOU'RE SUCH A PERV LITERALLY

GO

AWAY

NOW

dude that last scene was actually really pretty and i'm sad that i can't attach it now

anyways thanks for reading my long ass rambles. but i'll be back next week to the secret sharer i'll catch you on the flip side

#merlin #merlin bbc #colin morgan #emrys #morgana pendragon #king arthur #bradley james #gwen pendragon #angel coulby #morgana #katie mcgrath #gwaine #percival #elyan #leon #gaius