For anyone who loves horror and wonderful animation, this episode of Ollie & Scoops features the voice talents of Mara Wilson (Matilda) and Barbara Crampton and Jeffrey Combs (Re-Animator)! It's full of lots of classic horror movie references and is delightfully funny, so please check it out!
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man today i've been thinking about Ciel Nosurge a lot and like..... its perfect. its so good. I miss reading ciel nosurge and wish it was in an easier format to consume. I love the characters and the story and the music so fuuucking much
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i feel like I've been MIA for too long lmao but hooo boyyy i have so many thoughts now because of that prompt list omg 🫠 i NEED -Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.- and “Spread your legs baby, that’s it…Wider.” with Jason immediately please Mara, the brain rot demands it 😭
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JUST LOOK AT THIS, MY FAVORITE ANON !!! (as if it wasn't clear before) have i told you already how i love the way your mind brings the brain rot to work??? well, i do. let's get at it, babe
fucking someone so good they struggle to kiss you back + "spread your legs baby, that's it... wider"
movie nights are for two things, actually watching your movie selection while cuddling with your partner or to completely ignore whatever was playing on the screen while your partner fucked the life out of you. you go guess what was jason's plan for tonight's movie plan.
you're actually trying to focus on the movie, your eyes fixed on the screen as you lay on jason's chest and he holds you softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he leans in to leave a soft peck on your skin. it's innocent and sweet at first but then one of his hands slides under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing abstract lines on your stomach that made your attention drift away when he pressed a kiss on your jaw.
"jay... are you even watching the mo–" you were speaking, trying to scold him but your words caught on your throat when his hand moved further up and cupped one of your breasts at the same time he licked your neck.
"i'm not watching the movie, baby" he whispers against your skin, his lips gracing your neck right before he kisses that spot behind your ear "i want to get touchy with my pretty girl."
"oh, so you want to get touchy?" you ask, there's now a hint of amusement and mischief on your voice as you turn your face to look at him and jason can't help but chuckle and nod, like a kid that's been caught red handed doing something he wasn't supposed to "and who said i wanted to let you, jaybird?" you ask but deep down you knew you would let jason get his way with you anytime he wanted to.
"you... you're not doing a thing to stop me from touching you like this" he says, his voice is low and his hands are now both on your chest, he squeezes your tits firmly before lifting your bra "it is because you know you're all mine to enjoy or because you want me to actually feel you up completely?"
the way he speaks and touches you manage to drag a soft moan out of your lips and it makes him feel powerful because he knows how to make you melt. that's what he wants, jason wants to be the one to always make you feel good, he wants the reason you smile and moan, the only one to know every corner of your body so he could give back all the good things you gave him.
jason really enjoys the way it's so easy for him to shut your mind off with the smallest touch when mixed with the right words, he loves whispering into your ear and kissing your neck just to see how needy you can get from it but it was just the effect jason's touch had on you and he couldn't deny you could do the same to him. so now when he gets your shirt lifted and squeezes your breast while kissing your neck he has to hold back a moan when you move and push him to be able and sit on his lap.
"sometimes you should try to pay attention to a movie, you know?" you ask teasingly, leaning in to kiss him again and jason misses no time to let his hands snake under your shirt again just to feel those goosebumps on your skin. it's unthinkable to try and stop to resume your initial plans because your boyfriend is now sucking a subtle trail of small marks on your neck while he starts pulling your shirt off and when he is done your bra stands no chance against him.
"the movie can wait, we can watch it after i make you scream and beg for more..." jason whispers into your ear and he smirks when you tug at the neck of his hoodie, he knows he won and he takes it off and that's when the last strand of control you had vanishes at the sight of his toned body, the faint scars scattered over his skin around that one on his chest that ran all the way down to his stomach it only made him way more appealing.
he really loves the effect he has on you, it makes him feel like he really deserves the way you look at him and how you touch him as if he was your most valuable treasure and he was, his touch equals yours; needy but still lingering enough to make sure you know how he values the fact that you are with him, his grip firm but loving as he holds your hips to make you grind against him once he takes off those comfy sweatpants you wore to bed and that he loved because of how the hugged your figure.
clothes do not last on your bodies and it isn't so much until your body is completely pressed against his while he makes you put your hips up, jason lets his hand wander between your thighs until he has two fingers sneaking over your folds, flicking your clit as he smiles smugly at you.
"do you still want to watch the movie, ma?" he asks, voice now deeper while his finger traces a trail between your folds, teasing your aching pussy before he slips his digits into your entrance. jason looks at you, the hunger in his eyes only adds to your arousal as you grind your hips against his palm, the calloused skin brushing against your swollen clit.
you grunt something that sounds like a shut up and a please mixed up in a hushed moan, as your boyfriend keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you while he kisses and bites your neck, the smirk on his lips doesn't leaves when you struggle to beg him from how much he teases because his free arm is around your back and his hand is now groping your breast.
"already so desperate? i just started, sweetie" he coos you mockingly as he slowly lays you down under him, lips trailing down your neck until he is now kissing and biting on your nipple "just look at the pretty mess you are, all wet around my fingers and you could just cum like this... should i let you get off like this?"
"god, jason– don't do that, i need you" you moan breathlessly and for some reason his words only get you more needy, making jason feel a huge ego boost as he gives you that pretty shit eating grin before he switches to your other breast, sucking and teasing you more as his fingers leave your pussy, entrance now clenching around nothing.
there's a feeling of relief once you can see jason moving to be between your legs as he trails his kisses to your tummy, lovingly and devoted and his hands squeeze your legs softly to try and help your body to calm a little to no overstimulate you just yet.
"spread your legs baby," he says softly, his lips brushing against your skin and the sweetness on his touch and words makes you comply without thinking twice, your legs spreading almost on its own for him "that's it... wider" he says now smugly, seeing the way you open up just at his presence makes him feel so powerful.
he holds onto the back of your knees, pushing your legs until he makes them rest over his shoulder. his hand guides his hard dick until his tip is lined up with your pussy and he pushes in, slowly as a low growl escapes his throat, holding onto your hips to give a first stroke.
"so fucking thight and i had already stretched your pretty cunt before" he says, his body still until you nod for him to start moving and he doesn't hesitates to start with a quick pace "that's such a pretty toy i got myself, didn't i? i just have to touch you and you'll let me have my way with you..."
he makes it sound so good you can't help but moan, one of your hands reaching for his neck to pull him from his nape; fingers tangling on his hair as you bring his face close to yours and jason only makes his thrusts faster, hiting all the right spots as he holds you bent like this.
"jay– jay please" you whine as you try to really bring his lips to yours, it amuses him and you hear it on his rumbling chuckle, his hands gripping your hips in a way you knew your skin would be painted in finger-print-bruises by tomorrow but you just loved that, silky skin painted with his hickeys and bite marks, a sing of that ownership he had over you.
"use your words, princess," he whispers into your ear, the sound of the dominance on his voice making you moan loudly when his hands also squeeze your ass playfully "you're a big girl, you can use that pretty mouth of yours can't you?"
"please, kiss me jay" you beg, voice shaky as he pounds into you and the way jason is closer now on top of your body, his shoulders still holding your legs up just making the angle perfect for his tip to kiss your cervix.
jason does as you ask, leaning in a pressing a bruissing kiss on your lips and he seems pretty resolved to devour your mouth like that but instead he's met with you really struggling to kiss him back and he is lost in this discovering. it encourages him to move your body as if you were a pretty doll for him to use, placing your legs against your chest but this time only over one of his shoulders.
"feels like too much, pretty doll?" he asks, whispering into your ear almost in a growl and he changes his pace, slowing down to give you deep and slow strokes but still slamming his hips against yours.
"too good, jay... feels just so good" your voice slurred as you cry for him to move a bit faster but jason has just found out how to play with you a little more.
"yeah? you sound way too pretty for me to change the pace, crying like a desperate slut" the use of names sends a shiver down your spine, jason knows what buttons to push in order to get your pleasure to skyrocket and he is really proud of it as he keeps pumping into you, hissing in pleasure when he feels your walls clenching around him "god this feels so fucking good, i could cum into you so deep baby, you'll feel me right here"
one of his hands wanders from your hips to your belly and the thought of him reaching so deep inside of your body is enough to make your body tense, there's something new to all of this because you've felt way more sensitive than before and jason is feeling way too eager to find out how much he can do with that.
"jason please, fill me up like this" you say in between shaky moans, legs trembling already and the way you look at him through those teary cute doe eyes makes him throb into you.
"want me to breed you, baby? i want to see you dripping full of me" he says, his pace fastening again but it grows sloppier as his hand moves from your belly to one of your tits, squeezing it and toying with your nipple "you look so pretty like this, angel, so ready for me to use your body over and over again"
it's amazing the way jason manages to shut your brain off, making your words catch on your throat and turning you into a whimpering mess. rocking your hips to meet his movements until your orgasm hits you, pussy squeezing him like a vice, almost making it impossible for jason to keep thrusting inside of you.
the pleasure of your body washes over him, bringing his own climax to his as he releases into your throbbing pussy as he slows down, letting out a low stream of curses before he comes to a halt still holding your legs against his chest.
"i don't think we'll be watching that movie now, ma..."
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Losing Game
A/N: Before you read this story, be aware I am from Germany and can't write a bit of English. That's why I'm sending this through an app that translates it for me.
A/N2.0: In this story, the characters are all a little older.
A/N3.0: After this part will come the epilogue, so please stay strong. Hopefully it will be worth it! Also, I have to thank you for all the notifications, as well as the great comments.
Summary: Y/N Swan tries everything to keep her promise to stay away from Demetri Volturi. But can you stay away from the man fate bound you to?
Demetri Volturi x Female!Swan!reader
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There's darkness in the distance
From the way that I've been livin'
But I know I can't resist it
- David Kushner
"I still don't really understand why we're going to Volterra. It's just a small town in Tuscany. Why not go to France or......" "Mallorca!" Grinning, Y/N shook her head, knowing full well that Mick and Mara would start arguing again, as they had so often lately.
Tired, the young girl let herself sink more into the airplane seat, turning her head away from an annoyed groaning Mara, who mumbled to herself in a low voice, " I knew that shit would come from you." Mick, who had heard this, sat up straight in his seat, put his hands on Mara's seat, pulled himself up and slapped her, very gently, on the back of the head. Upset, the young girl turned around. "Are you out of your mind!" Mick rolled his eyes. "Don't be a drama queen. That was nothing more than a gentle pat, to the back of your head." Mara narrowed her eyes and slapped Mick against his forehead. Taken aback, the latter fell back in his seat. "Children, please. There are other people on this flight and our teacher is looking too!" Y/N looked at her two friends, amused. "He started it!" grumbled Mara. "You insulted me first!" "When are you two going to admit you're into each other, anyway?" The young Swan raised one of her eyebrows and looked back and forth between Mick and Mara in turn.
The two people in question first looked at each other, blushed, and then were looking anywhere but in each other's direction. Mara crossed her arms in front of her chest and scowled, turning her gaze to Y/N. "I don't take comments from someone who can't control their own love life." Still grinning to herself, Y/N watched as Mara put on her headphones and closed her eyes. After glancing back at Mick, she saw him looking out the plane window, lost in thought, and knew this school trip was going to be interesting.
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Lost in thought, Y/N turned her head to the window, where she looked at the clouds while putting on her headphones. Immediately, the young girl relaxed as the sounds of her favorite song poured from them. But even her music did not help to displace the lingering sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Her class teacher had heard that the somewhat smaller city of Volterra, in Italy, was one of the best cities when it came to art. Because no matter where you wandered or looked, the small town had its own story to tell, and it was in the form of art. So it was a done deal for her art fanatic of a teacher that her graduation trip would be to Volterra.
Y/N had to admit that what she had seen of the city, which was not much thanks to Bella, she really liked. But she didn't want to go where Demetri was and so the young girl hoped to get through her class trip in peace without any incidents and preferably without meeting any of the Volturi. Since her teacher hadn't gotten any more tickets for the castle tour, which was partly Y/N's fault, she could even play with that thought very hopefully.
But if Y/N was honest with herself, something deep inside her hoped to see Demetri again. Since their night together, the young girl had noticed him several times in the distance. However, each time the vampire had disappeared again just before she reached him. So Y/N could not even be one hundred percent sure whether Demetri had really been standing there or it had just been a fantasy of her mind.
Another thought that had come to her while thinking longer told her Demetri wanted to prove something to her in this form. The vampire wanted to show the young girl how much she missed him, how much she needed his closeness and his touch, and Y/N couldn't deny it. She missed him, more than she had ever thought possible and if Y/N could, she would tell him that he had won, that he could stop. But she was too stubborn to cave in and too loyal to break the last of her promise to Bella. Even though it was long gone, Y/N clung to the fact that Demetri was the one who always came to her, not she to him. Which, if you said it out loud, was complete bullshit, which is why Y/N never said it out loud.
Lost in thought, Y/N let her fingers run over the various books on the shelf in front of her. The young girl had been in Volterra for a day and had decided to isolate herself from the others. She couldn't explain it, but with each step she took on the streets of Volterra, an invisible sling seemed to tighten more and more around her neck. It felt wrong to be here and not to go to the castle and tell Demetri that she was in the same town as he was, right within his reach. The young girl had to literally force herself not to go up the stairs of the castle and run straight into the vampire's arms.
The only solution Y/N saw was to distract herself. She had hidden herself in a small library on the outskirts of the city to search through the shelves. Because in times when Y/N didn't know what to do, when reality became too serious for her and the problems too complicated, she found support and protection in the realities that her books created.
Smiling, Y/N stopped at an decorated spine, grabbed it, and pulled out the book. The light blue color of the book was faded and starting to fade in some places. Gently, Y/N's fingers slid over the cover of the book, looking fascinated at the black embroidery of rose vines. Carefully opening it, she skipped a few pages and began to read the prologue's ornate Italian script, which still shone in contrast to the yellowed page.
"I keep learning new things about you, la mia bella." Startled, Y/N winced, dropping the book as she did so. "Demetri..." Breathed the young girl after she turned around. Smiling, the vampire looked at her, bent down and picked up the book from the floor. "Libraries, I have a feeling this is a scene we should both be familiar with." He held the book out to Y/N, which she only looked at for a moment without taking it.
"What are you doing here?" Y/N asked in a trembling voice, immediately regretting her question. After all, Demetri lived in the city where she was a stranger, an intruder. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her with amusement. "I live in this city. Probably the better question is, what are you doing here in Volterra and did you mean to tell me you were here?" She opened her mouth to answer him. But no sentence came out, so she closed it again.
"Y/N?" Demetri lowered the book and took a step toward her. Y/N raised both hands and shook her head, taking several steps backwards. "I have to... my class is probably looking for me already." With that, she turned on her heels and fled the small place.
However, Y/N did not get far. Demetri, who had stood rooted to the spot in the store for a moment, had caught himself again, overtook her and pushed her into a hidden alley, where he pressed her against the wall. His eyes were almost shining and his anger was written all over his face, making Y/N sink slightly into herself, as far as Demetri's firm grip on both of her shoulders would allow.
"When are you going to stop running away from me! When will you stop trying to hide what we both know you feel the same way I do!" Frightened, the young girl winced and whimpered. "Demetri..." Angrily, he applied a little more pressure to her arms, which Y/N answered with a face contorted in pain. "You're hurting me and scaring me." Her voice barely noticeable and if Demetri wasn't a vampire, he wouldn't have heard her. Disappointed in himself, he let go of her, almost as if he had burned himself on her skin. Demetri backed away a few steps as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, cursing softly in ancient Greek.
The vampire turned to his mate, just dropped his hands from his hair to his sides and looked at her sadly. He felt powerless and defeated for the first time in his immortal life. "I just..." his voice broke off as he searched for the right words. "I just want to know if I should give up Y/N. I just want to know if I should let you go." Briefly, he looked at the ground, took an unnecessary breath that helped him get his nerves under control, and took the retreating steps forward again. Y/N stood, unable to move, still leaning against the wall. She had tears in her eyes that threatened to stream down her face any second.
Y/N had only ever thought about how she was feeling in this situation and never what Demetri was going through with this whole thing. Seeing him like this now and knowing that it was her fault broke her heart.
Carefully Demetri embraced the face of the woman he loves and automatically put his forehead against hers. "Tell me, is it worth continuing to fight or should I release you and disappear from your life?" Y/N clasped both of Demetri's wrists with her hands to find support. Her tears flowed, as silent cries of despair down her cheeks.
"I promised my sister." Her grip on both wrists tightened as her voice trembled more and more.
"What exactly Y/N. Not to be free? Not being able to make your own decisions, not being able to love, not being able to be happy? She's denying you what she has with Edward because it would be with me. Because it is me who is the villain from her point of view and she knows that you are loyal to her, which means you would never break your promise, no matter how unhappy that makes you. That's the power your sister has over you."
Demetri released his forehead from hers and looked into her eyes again. Gently, his fingers began to brush the tears from Y/N's cheeks. "The Volturi could be so much to you Y/N. Your friends, your allies, your supports, or even your family." He paused, making Y/N look closely into his eyes so she understood how much truth there was in his words. "I could be so much more. Your confidant, your lover, your husband, your forever. You just have to let it happen, you have to let your love for me happen." Y/N's tears grew more. "What if that's what scares me." "Everyone is afraid of what they don't know. Y/N you don't know what it feels like to be loved or what it's like to exist outside of your sister's shadow because you've lived in just that for too long."
Y/N broke eye contact with Demetri, loosened her hands and lowered her gaze. She didn't know what to say, she was confused and conflicted with her inner self at the same time. If she left with Demetri now, she would never see her family in Forks again. If she chose Bella again, she might lose Demetri forever.
For Demetri, however, her silence and distant behavior, was answer enough. In despair, the vampire closed his eyes and looked away. As he did so, he too removed his hands from her face. Y/N's gaze went up as she felt a breeze.
Demetri was gone.
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For a few moments, Y/N stared silently at the spot where Demetri had just been standing. Her tears began to become threefold as her mind understood what had just happened. The young girl dropped her face into her hands and could no longer avoid her bitter sobs. As she tried to get her breathing under control, her legs gave out from under her. Slowly, Y/N slid down the wall behind her. Once on the ground, she pulled her legs to her chest to regain some balance, but the tears only increased. The young girl became aware that she had lost the man who meant more to her than anything else.
She was aware that she had no one to blame but herself. Demetri had given her more than one chance to go with him, to be with him, and yet her loyalty to her sister, to whom she really meant nothing, had destroyed everything.
The young girl didn't know how long she had been leaning against the wall crying, but when she arrived in her room she knew it must have been a very long time. Mara and Mick were both sitting in the room the two friends shared, taking turns trying to reach Y/N on her cell phone. When they saw their friend, they both jumped up from their seats and approached her.
"Where were you Y/N?!" Mick placed both hands on her shoulders, forcing Y/N to look up at him. "We were worried about you you can't..." Mara who was standing behind Mick and was about to scold her best friend, dropped silent.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Mick's middle and began to cry again bitterly. "I lost him." She cried into her friend's chest. Startled, he hugged her back tightly and glanced over at Mara. The latter looked as startled as he was and pointed to the bed. Mick nodded, unfastening his and Y/N's arms to lift her up and lay her in the bed. There she immediately buried her face in the pillow while her hands clawed into the covers. Mara laid down on Y/N's right and pulled her into the middle, which Mick saw as an invitation to lie down on Y/N's left.
They both looked at each other and silently made the agreement to ask tomorrow what had happened and what exactly Y/N meant. Now they both just took her in their arms, turned out the lights and were silently there for their best friend.
With an aching head, Y/N was the first of the three friends to wake up in the early morning hours. Carefully, Y/N released herself from the arms of her friends and stood up. Smiling, she watched as Mick automatically reached for Mara and pulled her close. Which she returned with a hug and burying her face against his chest.
Quietly, the young girl tiptoed to the balcony door, which she carefully opened to step out into the fresh air. Outside, she sat down in the armchair that was identical to those on every other balcony in the hotel. With her eyes closed, she stretched her face toward the rising sun and breathed in the fresh air.
Y/N opened her eyes, however, startled when a shadow and a breeze flashed past her. Confused, she stood up and walked to the railing of the balcony, only to feel the breeze behind her again. Immediately she wheeled around and faltered. With hesitant steps she walked towards the table next to the armchair where she had been sitting a moment ago and grabbed the book where she was sure this had not been lying there a moment ago.
With a sigh, Y/N settled back into the chair as she recognized the light blue cover, with the rose vines embroidered on it. However, this one was not faded and still well intact. Y/N opened the book cover and faltered. With trembling hands, she took the note that had been placed there and read through it.
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all"
Confused, Y/N looked back at the book and closed her eyes sadly, for she had the uneasy feeling she was holding her goodbye gift in that moment.
This book is the property of Demetri Volturi, it was written in ink.
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A Taste of Faith
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Ok so the concept for this piece was : historical gay nuns, and 70s lesbian vampire movies meets tes (don't ask me why- I just had a vision at 3 am)
Because I think Serana should have been meaner<3 I love women's wrongs and when vampires do the suck <3
Btw of you want to see more gay Serana art, go check out @gay-of-waterdeep, their art is wonderful, and I can't say this was not a bit inspired by what they do :))
Process (and me rambling about some of my favorite 70s lesbian vampire movies (because I have a problem)) below vvv
Additional details about this drawing ! 1) I used the same Mara design than the one from my tarot deck :)) and 2) the other woman is one of the priestess in the temple in Riften lglggigkglgl her name is *check wiki* Dinya Balu
And now......... Some movies I enjoy because my house my rules, you came this far so why not hear about niche european movies :))))))
Disclaimer for a majority of the films in this genre : the male gaze is very fucking obvious in these movies... they were made by men for men, and the message is often "lesbianism is a dangerous temptation for women". It's a glairing flaw nearly all of them share and that sucks (and frankly it's a flaw Serana's writting kinda has in my opinion, minus the lesbianism part, but let's not dwell on that)- so if you can't get past it, it's completly understandable, be on your way and have a nice day <3
- Daughters of Darkness ! A toxic man is returning to london with his newly wed wife, but they get stuck in Belgium and are forced to stay in a luxurious hotel. Don't worry about the 10/10 smokeshow countess seducing his wife :). Completely unrelated, this movie has, in my opinion, the most beautiful lesbian kiss I've ever seen- but I might not be very objective because Delphine Seyrig is there lglglflflllglm The best one in the list ! So if you want to whatch one, whatch this one <3
- The blood spattered bride ! This is more of... an aquired taste let's say- but I really like it ! A quite effective horror movie, with goofy ass scenes (shoutout to the vampire lady buried in the sand naked with only a diving mask that is not the screenshot because tits), and emasculation being a recuring theme <3 (but if you want to watch it, please check the content warnings beforehand, it has a lot of very shocking and frontal scenes, and it's the 70s so it's not done very tactfully. Also pretty intense flashing lights)
- The vampire lovers ! Ok so this one is a lot less fun compared to the other two because it's made by the Hammer BUT... 1) Ingrid Pitt hello and 2) it's such a intriging thing to see a very christian/conservative studio make a film like that. I know a lot of people don't like the Hammer movies from the 70s, because the studio had a lot less money, and were making wild decisions. But I love them, because they tend to be much more fun bloody and sexy ! I'm a simple woman mjllkklhkhlhlho case in point with the vampire lovers (although if you want a fun vampire hammer movie from the 70s, Dracula ad 1972 is way better). And Peter Cushing is there (i love this man so much-) !
And now I shall resume my quest to find Vampire Lesbos by Jésus Franco and have a probably mid experience watching it xoxo
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Hey guys so a while back I went insane and made a list of things we know about Luocha and the coffin entity that took an hour of scrounging every second of screen time and references to his person
These lists were made as of 2.1.
So what we know about the Coffin Entity TM:
•Is being delivered to the Xianzhou despite the fact nobody on the Xianzhou stores their dead the way this person is stored. Also, Lucoha hasn’t “delivered” it yet he still is carting it around despite being on the Xianzhou. It also seems whoever he’s delivering it to is of the Ten Lords Commission and he's aiming to go to the Xianzhou Xuling with it
•They met only once and it was during some sort of conflict Luocha became involved in
•The coffin is being delivered on somebody else’s behalf, possibly the deceased’s or another third party's
•The coffin entity is not considered a friend, lover, or relative
•Luocha proposed a deal of some kind that he’s still waiting to see the entity uphold
•The entity isn’t quite dead as it is temperamental and jabs Luocha with thorny vines when he upsets it. The coffin also has an emphasis on being silent as though whatever is in it can talk back and chooses not to
•Luocha considers their relationship a business one
•Luocha says he and the entity underestimated each other, particularly when Luocha proposed the deal
•He states he and the entity both wanted to use each other
And now, what we know about Luocha:
•He’s a wandering merchant who is registered with the IPC and the Xianzhou Yuque
•He seems to come from an aristocratic or wealthy background based on his clothes and speech and sword (An Épée which is used in fencing, a sport typically practiced by European royalty and the upper class since the 14th Century as that’s when the oldest fencing records seem to hail from)
•He’s considered an Abomination of the Abundance and he confirms his power stems from Yaoshi
•He has no home according to him
•He can heal both organic and inorganic life forms
•He’s looking into immortality of some kind which is interesting because he also seems to have a negative view of immortality and even notes Mara-struck being used as "sacrifices to the Abundance". He also says yearning for immortality as a short-life species is normal and to avoid doing so would be like killing an Aeon.
•He wants to kill Yaoshi
•He’s working with Jingliu to kill Yaoshi and I think Jingliu is the “other business” he had to attend to
•He isn’t the one who snuck on the Stellaron despite turning himself in for doing so. He says he delivered it without knowing its significance but once again he can can sense Stellarons so that doesn't hold much water.
•He doesn’t know VA (Void Archives)
•He he’s wary of Jing Yuan and tries to avoid to being watched by him
•He “changes his mask” so to speak to fit in different situations which matches the fact he goes by the alias Luocha when on the Xianzhou
•His clothes are that of his home world and he wears them “to remind him of the path he must keep treading”
•On his home planet he was involved with a church/church-based society
•His city was destroyed and he was perhaps the only survivor? Possibly related to the Knight of Purity Palace set?
•Many Xianzhou natives say he works and speaks like an older Xianzhou native
•He has a very similar design as Yaoshi
•Before he arrived on the Xianzhou he had a diviner tell him “not to be concerned with the destination, but to seize [his] chances and travel with the current to reap the greatest harvest”
•Luocha is an alias, not his real name, and he only goes by Luocha on the Xianzhou and his real name is noted to be a "tongue-twister" by himself and Jing Yuan
•He’s always wanted to visit the Herta Space Station
•According to Jing Yuan, he "isn't in any hurry to conduct business" and in Jingliu's quest he says Luocha didn't conduct any trade during his stay and his departure lined up with the calamities taking place
•He doesn't like seeing flowers wither but does later note "maybe it's not so bad after all"
•Jingliu says he's "just like her" in that he has a "hole" in his heart that no matter what he does he cannot fill it and just exhausts himself in the effort to do so
•He sells "uncommon trinkets"
•He considers friendship precious
•He typically doesn't get eye bags from staying up
•He's renting a like AirBNB type residence to stay in instead of the Petrichor Inn where he normally stays. He notes it "helps him forget his identity as a traveling merchant"
•One of his hobbies is observing and experiencing the Xianzhou natives' way of life
•He considers himself not great as opening conversations
•He seems to like wine as he left us some when he departed from the Express
•The flower that is his motif is a white lily which represents rebirth
•Jing Yuan admitted he outsmarted him
•Luocha has a weird motif in his related achievements of dancing (Coffin Dancer and Wardance: Épée Trial)
•He broke into the Shackling Prison but seemingly did nothing. Luocha states that in doing so he found the Luofu didn't have what he was looking for
•Jing Yuan mentions he's infamous for being involved in matters at locations called Eternity Fortress and Shroudveil Starzone which I can't find mention of anywhere, so I don't know these locations
•Dahao tells us that upon being arrested Luocha was charged with identity fraud and smuggling dangerous bio-merchandise among other crimes, which Dahao points out is weird and vague.
•He considers the Clous Knight's devotion to Lan as making them "closed-minded". He says there's other factions other than those of Lan who want Yaoshi dead and that they must "look to the source for the solution" to severing Yaoshi's curse
•He also has an understanding of traditional medicine and will write prescriptions for people
•He likes to do little kind things for people with no expectation of being recognized or praised for it
•He constantly stresses he's a noncombatant and while he can hold his own in small-scale conflicts he seems to rely on more experienced fighters in more serious ones and this is reflected in his sword which an Épée, a kind of heavy fencing sword
•He’s interested in and holds a great deal of respect for Elias Salas which is interesting because Elias Salas is notable for not wanting to extend his lifespan despite being able to and died at 103
I probably missed some stuff but I scrounged all this from lightcones, voice lines, character stories, relic backstories, quests, messages, trailers, etc. If I missed anything let me know! Some of these are obviously more relevant than others but if I missed anything let me know and I'll add it to the list!
I wish I could add the screenshots of where I got everything but posts have picture limits so if anyone's curious where I found certain information feel free to ask and I'll reply with where I found it.
Have a great day, mwah!
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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 4- The Beat of Drums and Fiddles) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen
Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?
Warning: References to / sexual content (18+), drinking, cursing, asshole uncles, reader is kind of mean to her family, slight dubcon, spiked drinks
Tagged: @faesspace
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It was a week and a half before you could roam around the halls without shame. Mara attempted to cut your hair to where it was presentable, and you had to admit it looks beautiful. She managed to keep the length long, only trimming pieces to frame your face. Your mother was worried about you, stopping by with Daemon, pleading that you tell them who did it so that they can face justice. You never did tell anyone, not even Helaena. The only one who knew part of the truth was Aemond.
Aemond visited you during these times, to keep you in spirits. Whether it was over tea, wine, dinner, or simple conversation, he was always there, ready to listen. You couldn't help but wonder if there was an ulterior motive behind his frequent visits, or perhaps he genuinely enjoyed your company more than that of your brothers. Regardless, you welcomed these encounters, looking forward to them every night as he arrived punctually. Over time, you began to care for him deeply, your bond growing stronger.
Your arms were tired as you carried a giant book, the Targaryen Dynasty. You remembered your mother reading it to you, your favorite page was one that was previously tourn out. The day was beautiful, and you intended to enjoy it under the Weirwood tree.
You tried to memorize the words in the text, regular and in Valyrian, but the dynasty was long, and very interesting. You envisioned the years to come, with your mother and stepfather being added to the list of rulers. As a gentle breeze cooled your skin, you turned a page and tried to fix your hair.
"You would think that after a week of being confined to your room, you'd be eager to fly," Aemond said, peering over your shoulder with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Lyrax will understand. I much prefer to sit in the sun and read. You're more than welcome to join me," you replied.
Aemond smirked but remained standing. "I have to leave for the training yard. I wanted to make sure you were... alright."
Without lifting your gaze from the book, you hummed, "I am perfectly fine."
Aemond stood still for a moment, making you glance up. He was dressed in his customary black leather training attire. His silver hair, almost glowing, was partially tied back, and his eyepatch matched his jacket. "My sister requested your presence in her chambers. I could escort you."
Closing the book, you quickly stood but stumbled slightly under its weight. "Here," you said, handing the book to him. "I'll go see her. Be cautious, uncle; if you spend more time with me, you may raise suspicions."
Aemond watched as you walked away, your red and gold dress brushed the ground with each step. You felt his gaze on your back but resisted the urge to turn around, overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. Your friendship with your uncle felt like a mockery to your brothers.
Helaena had visited you several times, and you both enjoyed sipping tea while engaging in light, meaningless conversations. She was a true friend, and you often wondered how she could be related to her brothers. Her chambers were conveniently close to yours, but you had only been inside once.
Today, you found yourself pacing nervously in the hallway, attempting to remember which door led to Helaena's chambers. Guards observed your anxious movements but didn't dare inquire, and you hesitated to ask for directions, fearing embarrassment. Fortunately, your search was cut short when Aegon emerged from the room, his face pale, and his eyes darker than usual. You noticed a chunk of his hair had been cut. His gaze briefly met yours before he turned away and walked off without a comment.
With a sigh of relief, you knocked on the door and waited for Helaena's invitation to enter.
Helaena opened the door, hastily adjusting her robes. "I apologize. Come in, Y/N."
You stepped into her chambers, where a table was set with tea, and the window was open, allowing the pleasant sounds of birds to fill the air. The sheets on her bed were ruffled, suggesting recent activity.
"It was a matter of duty," Helaena began, "I need to speak with you about a grave matter."
You nodded and perked up, concerned. "Of course, what's wrong? Are you okay?
Helaena nodded, her handmaiden assisting her into a gown. "I'm fine, but it's about my marriage to Aegon. It's purely a matter of duty. I know he doesn't love me, and I don't love him. It's just..."
You placed your hand on hers, "Speak plainly."
Helaena's voice grew strained as she continued, "Why can he have his... fun with others, but I can't?" She looked at you, waiting for your response.
"Because he is a man. If a woman was to do what he does, she would be branded a..." your throat ran dry as the word cursed your lips, "whore."
Helaena hummed, as if agreeing, "Yes, but that is if a woman's maidenhood is compromised. For I do not..."
"Helaena, are you saying you want to fuck whomever you would like?" You nearly laughed as you watched your friends face turn red.
"Is it horrid of me?"
You quickly shook your head, "No! Absolutely not, though the one problem would be, how would you escape your mother's watchful eye?"
Helaena smiled, "There are passageways in the Keep, did you know that? Aegon used them many times, though I had never used them myself. Would you like to... join me?"
You felt your heart race with anticipation. Leaving the Keep for an adventure sounded like a dream. "Where would we go? The Keep is heavily guarded, and we don't exactly blend in. When should we go?"
"Midnight would be the most opportune time. I'll have my handmaiden gather plain attire for us." Helaena moved to consult her handmaiden, who was tucked away in a corner of the room. The handmaiden nodded and was about to leave, but you stopped her.
"Wait! No dresses, just plain clothing." The handmaiden nodded and then hurried away, closing the door behind her.
You both sat in silence, grinning from ear to ear as the adrenaline of the plan flowed through the room. You stood up, and Helaena even let out a rare laugh.
"If we get caught, we'll never hear the end of it," you said, laughter bubbling from you. "If the guards don't catch us, your brothers surely will. We can't afford any slip-ups."
Helaena agreed wholeheartedly. "Indeed. Now, leave my chambers, but don't attract attention. After supper, meet me here and say we're taking the air."
"Of course. I'll take my leave then. Until tonight." You left her chambers, your mind filled with anticipation for the adventure ahead.
As you left Helaena's chambers, your heart was in your throat, knowing that your aunt was determined to go through with her audacious plan. The hallways were filled with guards, and your smile faded as you remembered that your name day was just three weeks away. On that day, you were to be betrothed to a lord, and this might be your only chance to venture out of the safety of the Keep.
You turned a corner and nearly collided with your brother, Jace. His face was battered and bruised, his hair disheveled, and his eyes locked onto yours. Concern filled your voice as you asked, "Jace, are you okay?"
Jace glanced around cautiously before breaking into laughter. "Sister, do you wish to take up a sword against our uncles? Do you think they'd go easy on you?"
"Brother, one day you will triumph over them," you leaned in and whispered, "Our brother got the better of one of them."
Jace quickly hushed you, his hand covering your mouth to prevent anyone from overhearing. "Do you want to have your tongue removed? If Aemond hears your comment... If Mother hears, she'll box your ears."
"I apologize. Would you like me to escort you to your room, brother?" You suggested, and Jace shoved you playfully as you both continued walking together.
"I've heard Mother has been looking for you. Do you plan on avoiding her forever?" Jace asked, cocking his head in curiosity.
"I will if she brings up a betrothal. She, of all people, should understand the importance of marrying for love rather than duty. I just wish to take Lyrax and fly away to the unknown. Mother doesn't understand..."
Jace stopped you before you could go on, emphasizing the gravity of the situation. "Please, sister, try to grasp how essential it is for you to marry. You're the heir."
Your fists clenched as you felt the eyes of the people in the hall on you and Jace, analyzing every aspect of your interaction. Anger coursed through your veins as you realized you were about to break.
"Damn you. Damn se lot hen ao." Damn the lot of you. The sound of your shoes clicking down the hall, anger coursed through your veins, your legs carried you out to the courtyard.
"Tonight can't come soon enough." You muttered to yourself, your anticipation for your secret adventure growing stronger by the moment.
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Dinner was a somber affair. Your mother had requested a family dinner, excluding the Queen and her children. Rhaenyra was seated next to Daemon, their hushed whispers filling the air, while you and your brothers tried to engage in conversation. However, your parents' responses lacked warmth and sincerity.
"Jace, Luke, it sounds like your training is going remarkably well," your mother commented, meticulously cutting her meat into small pieces before placing them in her mouth.
You couldn't help but snort, drawing everyone's attention to you. "Remarkably well? Aegon and Aemond beat on them every day. Look at their faces!" Your brothers shifted uncomfortably as your parents' gazes settled on their battered appearances, marked by split lips and bruised eyes.
"Training includes taking hits. If you don't get struck, you'll never become a true warrior," Daemon interjected, raising his cup to his lips.
"But Aegon and Aemond never get hit, and if they do, Ser Criston strikes them down for daring to hit the King's blood. We share the same blood; the dragon's blood runs just as strong in our veins. Mother, why won't they acknowledge that?" You pleade with frustration in your voice.
Jace's hands slammed onto the table, rattling the dishes. "You know why, Y/N. Don't be foolish."
"Jace!" Rhaenyra's voice rang out, and the clattering of her utensils emphasized her point. She rose from her chair, one hand on her stomach. "I will not tolerate this behavior during dinner."
You, however, chose to press on, addressing your brother with a determined tone. "Please, dear brother, enlighten me. I have my suspicions, but I'd rather hear it directly."
Jace turned to face you fully, his anger palpable. Your eyes shifted from him to your mother, frustration boiling within you. Your voice quivered with intensity. "They treat us like bastards. Even if they don't say it outright, the mockery is clear. Grandsire has been protecting this family for almost eighteen years, and yet the court still gossips and whispers behind our backs."
Daemon lifted from his chair, "That is enough."
Your jaw clenched as you pushed your chair back, the screeching sound echoing through the dining room. "Very well. I will take my leave."
Tears stung your eyes as you stormed out of the dining room, the guards watching you pass in silence. It was too early to head to Helaena's chambers, and the dragon pit was out of the question – you couldn't risk smelling of dragon. In your frustration, you attempted to undo the updo that Mara had painstakingly created in your hair, fingers tugging at knots. Wandering the halls of the Keep became your solace. You admired the tapestries hanging on the walls and traced your fingers over the scratches etched near the throne room, all of it drawing you into the mysteries of the past.
"Princess Y/N, may I accompany you to your chambers? It's quite late for you to be out alone," came the gruff voice of Ser Westerling. His grey beard jutted from beneath his helmet, and he didn't bow his head to you, only his eyes shifted in your direction.
"No, Ser. I can find my way. Thank you," you replied, your determination unwavering. He nodded and continued down the hall, disappearing from sight. The hour was growing late, and you needed to make your escape. You wanted to sprint, to rip off your heels and run to your aunt's room, but you couldn't risk arousing suspicion.
Just as you approached her door to knock, it swung open, and Helaena pulled you inside.
"Helaena, you scared me," you whispered, your heart still racing. But she couldn't contain her laughter. Dressed in an ill-fitting beige shirt, green trousers tucked into riding boots, she handed you rags to change into.
"Here," she said, "go change. I'll wait."
The clothes she provided were oversized, much like her own attire. The off-white shirt had strings to tighten around the top, covering your chest. Brown baggy pants and an extra pair of her riding boots completed the outfit, along with a tan hat that hid your hair.
Emerging from her chambers in your makeshift disguise, Helaena was already preparing herself, stuffing her hair into the hat. She smiled at you and whispered, "Come, Y/N. The passageway is here." She pushed on a painting, and it swung open, a rush of cold air greeting your skin as you stepped into the narrow corridor. You felt your way forward, the walls closing in on you, while Helaena left the door slightly ajar. The passage was dimly lit, with slits in the walls letting in slivers of moonlight.
You both descended a flight of steps, still trying to adjust to the darkness and figure out your way. At the bottom, you reached an opening, and as you peered outside, your hearts raced with disbelief. The passageway had led you to the back of the Keep, overlooking the streets of Flea Bottom.
"This way, Helaena," you whispered, your hand clutching hers as you both hurried down the steps. When you finally reached the lively streets, the vibrant music surrounded you, filling the air with its power. Street performers displayed their skills, manipulating fire with their hands and walking on the thinnest ropes stretched from rooftop to rooftop. The sounds of drums and fiddles blended with the captivating performances, while the sultry voices of women cooing to men and the ensuing moans filled the tight corners of the bustling district.
Your cheeks flushed as you witnessed a couple engaged in a passionate embrace, the woman's pleasure-filled moans sending a wave of heat through your body. Quickly, Helaena pulled you into a nearby pub, where the music was just as intense. You made your way to the counter, and the barkeep, a bald man with a shining head under the candlelight, greeted you.
"What can I get you boys?"
You and Helaena exchanged a glance, deepened your voices, and ordered, "Two ales."
The barkeep nodded and swiftly poured the drinks into tin cups, their tops foaming over. He pushed them toward you, saying, "That'll be five gold dragons."
You both exchanged looks, before you searched your pockets, already taking a big swig, Helaena followed suit. Setting your cups down with satisfied smiles, you grabbed your aunt's hand and dashed out of the pub. The barkeep yelled after you, but amidst the chaos of the streets, his shouts were quickly lost, and no one pursued you.
"That was dangerous," Helaena laughed, her hands fell on a wall, turning the corner to a pleasure house. Her hand slipped from yours as she ventured closer, and you frantically called after her. But the music and noise from the street drowned out your voice, and she didn't seem to hear you. Heart pounding, you quickened your pace to reach her.
Outside the pleasure house, men and women leaned against the walls, their hands exploring each other's bodies in the dimly lit alley. You felt a sense of shock and uncertainty, as the moans of the women reverberated through the space. One couple in particular caught your eye.
The woman, had a mess of brown curls, her slip dress was off her shoulder, revealing love bites over her neck and collarbone. The man, was balding, his brown hair shrunk back on his head, his beard was sprinkled salt and pepper, his lips remained against her neck. On the hip of a man, you noticed a knife with an oak wood hilt and a 6-inch blade. His eyes left the woman for a moment and locked onto you.
"Would you like to join, boy?" he inquired, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You attempted to speak, but before you could respond, the woman interjected, her tone sharp.
"That is no boy. No boy has such a feminine figure." They both moved closer, reaching for your hand and guiding you into the building.
Stepping inside, you were met with warmth, and a massive fireplace stood in the center of the room. All around you, men and women were engaged in activities that made your face burn red with embarrassment. Red drapes adorned the walls, pillows were strewn across the floor, and thin sheets covered couples engaged in various forms of intimacy.
Fear and panic churned within you as you desperately wished to find Helaena and escape this situation. This was a grave mistake, and you needed to get back to the safety of the castle. Your attempts to pull away from the couple were met with reluctance, and they steered you deeper into the pleasure house.
"I really must go," you stammered, your voice trembling. The room was filled with adults engaged in various forms of physical intimacy, and their hands slid over your body, causing you to recoil. "I need to find my friend."
The woman's voice cut through the murmurs in the room, offering a glimmer of hope. "She's in here. Come with me, and I'll take you to her." The man handed you wine, placing it between your lips in a long sip. The woman motioned you to follow, your legs wobbled but continued.
Desperation pushed you to trust her, and you followed her into a dimly lit room filled with the sounds of moans and cries. However, as you scanned the room, you realized that Helaena was not among the figures entwined in passion.
"You lied!" you cried out, your voice quivering with fear. "You said you knew where she was!"
Confusion and fear swirled around you as the woman and man continued to press, making unsettling propositions. You attempted to retreat, but the man's grip on your arm prevented you from escaping.
You went to back away, but the man grabbed your arm, "Pretty thing, why come here to not have fun?"
"Let me go, and I will never come back," you pleaded, your voice quivering with anxiety. Their intentions became increasingly clear, and you were horrified by the direction this night had taken.
"Do you still have your maidenhead?" The woman questioned; your face turned red. She read your face as she spoke, "It's okay. The first-time hurts, but we will take care of you."
Suddenly, you were yanked away from their clutches and thrown to the ground. Your vision blurred as you realized the man had likely drugged your drink. Panic set in, but it was quickly overshadowed by relief when you saw that a familiar figure had come to your rescue. Your uncle, Aegon, had intervened, punching the man who had threatened you.
Still feeling the effects of the drug, you were lifted off the ground and guided back to the main den. Aegon's voice echoed in your head as he asked, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
You looked up to your uncle, his eyes filled with anger. "Aegon, I was not expecting to see you."
Aegon wore the same rags you and his sister wore, his hood fell as he bent down to look at your skin, "Did they touch you?"
You quickly shook your head, sobering up slightly, "No, they never got the chance."
In a quick moment, he grabbed your arm, shoving you near the door, "Good, now you can explain to me on why you are down here."
You couldn't lie, if you told him you were down here by yourself, he would leave Helaena, stuck with whoever she is with. "It was your sisters' idea."
As if you called him a hideous name, he grabbed your chin harshly with his hands, "My sister is here? Where the hell is she?"
Struggling under his grasp, you gasped, "I do not..." but Aegon flung you away, determined to find his sister. Quickly, getting to your feet, you followed him down the stone stairs, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you searched for Helaena. The atmosphere grew colder and more oppressive as you ventured deeper into the hidden passageways.
Moans filled the room, down in the dampest part of the building was a different experience than above. Skin slapped against skin, as women cried out in pleasure. You tried to move past the bodies on the floor, bodies knotted together in a way you did not understand how it was possible.
Aegon watched you, how you tried to avoid eye contact with everyone, scanning from wall to ceiling. Aegon did not mind the moans, but his thoughts of his sister, his wife, being down here sent a wave of anger through him. He noticed you rush to the corner of the room, to a couple groping each other under their clothes. Pants hung at their ankles; soft groans echoed as you inched closer.
"I apologize, but we must leave." Your voice halted their movements. Helaena was a mess, her hat remained on her head, but her lips were red and puffy. Saliva shined around her mouth, love marks down her neck and navel were dark enough for anyone to see.
"Oh?" She hummed, drunk. "Well, we were just..."
You pulled her up before she could finish, the man she was with, grunted as he stood as well.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He bellowed, trying to pull Helaena back. He was very tall, built like a tower, no muscle but big around the middle. He was relatively young, not breaking the age of thirty. His grip on Helaena made you angry, Aegon was not close enough when you shoved the man.
"We are leaving, now." You huffed, pulling Helaena behind you. She hiccupped as she tried to calm you down. The man inched closer; the smell of wine hit your nostrils. "Leave us."
The man towered over you, his hand lifted your chin, your heart nearly combusting, "Or, I could have you."
Finally, Aegon reached you, his hand wrapped around your waist and blocked his sister from the giant in front of you. "She cannot, I paid my fair share for her. You will need to find someone else to sink your cock into."
Your cheeks flared up as his grip tightened, the man peered at you before turning to find his next meal. Helaena was incredibly intoxicated, unable to walk in a straight line. Aegon released your waist, holding his sister upright, muttering hurtful words in her ears until you made it safely outside, laying her against a wall.
His head snapped to you, the blood of the dragon coursed through his veins as he closed the distance, his face in yours, "You couldn't listen. You had to be a dumb bitch. Granted my sister got some prick in her pants, what was going to happen to you if we didn't find you first?"
You cocked your head, "We? Aemond's here? Is this a fucking family reunion?"
Aegon smacked your head, gripping your chin between his fingers, "You nearly got defiled. In a pleasure house. What shame would that bring to your family, to our family?"
You protested, "But it didn't happen, you stopped it."
"Exactly, I stopped it. By calling you my whore, is that something to feel proud about?" His breath was hot on your face, the smell of wine was pungent.
Without another moment's hesitation, you raised your hand and struck him across the face. Aegon stumbled back, holding his cheek, clearly restraining a horrid comment. However, he quickly stormed back at you.
Aemond appeared in front of him, promptly pushing him to the side. "Take Helaena back to the castle. I will escort our niece."
Aegon stood still for a moment, a mix of anger and frustration flashing in his eyes as he watched his brother wrap his arm around your waist. He despised the way he felt in this situation, the recklessness you displayed. He spat at your feet before lifting his sister up and heading back to the Keep.
Aemond watched you in silence, his hood partially concealing his face. However, you could discern his smirking expression. His smug demeanor incensed you, and the way he gripped you left you feeling powerless.
"I can walk on my own, thank you, uncle," you protested, shoving him aside and stumbling away from the cacophonous moans seeping from the building. Aegon and Helaena were stumbling ahead, both clearly inebriated, nearly colliding with vendors.
"As much as I would love to let you, I think we need someone to go with. Aegon is right, men in these parts will do vile things to you if they find you to be a girl," Aemond remarked as he wrapped his arm over your shoulder and whispered into your ear.
"What brings you to Flea Bottom?" you asked, sensing his body tense against yours. It pleased you to know that the question seemed to unsettle him.
"No more than what you were doing down here," he replied, his words cryptic and enigmatic.
"Stop that, speak the truth," you demanded, your legs feeling tangled as the effects of the spiked wine continued to take hold.
Aemond noticed your inebriation and, lifting you up slightly, said, "Aegon and I, we come here every few moons, but this time was different."
You wished he would elaborate, but he remained tight-lipped. "So, did you find someone you liked?" you asked, feeling him sigh against you. However, he didn't respond as he hoisted you over his shoulder and made his way up the giant stairway toward the opening of the passageway. The hall around you seemed to sway, and you tried to warn him that you might be sick, but he paid no attention as he continued to guide you back to your chambers, attempting to find the correct entrance behind the wall.
"I'm going to be sick," you groaned, desperately trying to get Aemond's attention. "Please."
Reluctantly, he lowered you to the ground, the swaying and swirling sensation abating. However, the respite came too late, and you vomited the contents of your stomach onto the stone floor.
"Feel better?" Aemond's voice was as smug as ever. You didn't want to meet his gaze, wiping your mouth and turning back to him.
"Shut up."
Finally finding your footing and able to walk on your own, the tension between you and Aemond was palpable. The stone walls provided a welcome coolness against your hot skin. The hat had become incredibly uncomfortable, and you removed it, your hair falling in near tangles.
"What possessed you to go down there?" Aemond asked, his eye never leaving you as he continued to use the wall for support.
"I was there for Helaena. She wanted to go, but I lost her," you admitted, feeling a heavy sense of guilt. It was your fault that she got into this situation, that you did not talk he out of it.
"I understand why my sister went. But why did you go? You could have said no," Aemond observed, his tone thoughtful, as he pushed the wall, revealing the entrance to your bedchambers.
"I... I wanted to see it before... before," you stuttered, all the emotions and memories from that night flooding back. You remembered how happy you were, how Helaena had laughed, how those people had sounded, how Aegon had held you, and how Aemond had protected you.
Aemond leaned against the passageway, his eye fixed on you as you struggled for words. You feared that he might use this against you in the future, but for now, he remained silent, observing you.
"If that's all, I will take my leave," he eventually said, bowing his head as he closed the passage door. Your body felt warm, and you tried to rid yourself of the rags, shoving them beneath the bed. Mara had lit a fire in your room, which you found comforting. The warmth enveloped you as you wrapped a blanket around your frame.
Your eyelids grew heavy, and the floor of your room suddenly felt like the most comfortable bed. You lay down and drifted into a deep slumber next to the crackling fire.
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A/N: Sorry I was absent, I will write another chapter and upload either tonight or tomorrow.
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Daddy Duty - The Forgotten Nest AU
AU Series Based on The Forgotten Nest
Summary: Bradley watches Nickie by himself for the first time.
Additional Warnings: Referenced Past Teenage Pregnancy; Nickie Crying (he's a baby y'all); Baby Functions; Bradley Struggles; Maternal Concerns
Word Count: 2.1k
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Cora didn’t think that she was going to be a helicopter mom or one of those moms who would struggle with letting other people watch her baby. After all, she was raised in a predominantly ‘hands off’ household. Carole was working a lot when her and Bradley were growing up and Maverick was often away. Cora and Bradley weren't heavily supervised during their childhood, and especially not when they were teenagers.
But maybe Cora wanted to make a few changes to how she was raised with Nickie. So, yeah, maybe she was becoming a bit of a control freak mom.
Cora trusted a select group of people to watch Nickie. She trusted Ice and Sarah and Penny to watch Nickie without concern. And after some time, she trusted her dad to watch Nickie. But she wasn’t quite there with Bradley yet.
Bradley was Nickie’s father, obviously, but that didn’t change the fact that he hadn’t spent a lot of time around babies. He was still playing catch up for the months that he missed and maybe Cora wasn't fully ready for him to watch Nickie on her own yet. And she knew that made her a bad co-parent, but she thought that she had a little bit of a right to be concerned.
But it looked like she was running out of excuses these days.
“I can’t, Mara,” Cora sighed, wiping Nickie’s chin with his bib.
She was sitting in front of Nickie’s high chair while on the phone with Mara Kazansky, who was the year below her and Bradley. Cora and Mara always had a close relationship and Mara, much like her father, never shied away from telling the truth whenever she felt like Cora needed to hear it. And she definitely needed to hear this.
“I don’t have anyone to watch Nickie," Cora continued, sitting back in her chair.
“Isn’t Bradley home this weekend?”
“Well . . . yeah, but . . .”
“You don’t trust him to be alone with Nickie?” Mara guessed, causing Cora to sigh.
“That’s not what I meant,” Cora replied, holding out more food for Nickie to eat. “It’s just . . . he’s still learning and everything. And it can be a lot to watch a baby.”
“Nickie is his baby too. If Bradley can’t survive an afternoon alone with him, then he needs to get his shit together three months ago,” Mara pointed out without skipping a beat. “And it’s not like we’ll be across the country. We’ll be two hours away and my mom is still in town, so if he needs anything at all, he can call her and she’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Cora stared at Nickie for a moment. She felt incredibly guilty for even doubting Bradley’s ability to watch their son by himself, but she didn’t think it was entirely crazy either. He had spent about a grand total of two months with Nickie and for most of it, Cora was right there with him.
“Come on, Cora, you need a break. You haven’t spent more than three hours away from Nickie since he was born. And every parent needs a break. Especially you.”
“I’m turning into Ms. Mom, aren’t I?” Cora sighed quietly, holding out more food to Nickie.
“Hey, there’s a lot of worse types of moms that you could be,” Mara amended her earlier sentiments.
Mara knew how sensitive the subject motherhood was with Cora. And Mara, though she wasn't majoring in psychology, had a slight inkling that Cora's style of motherhood, the sort of helicopter and potentially excessive worry, was a direct reaction to Cora's mom's style of motherhood. Abandonment, that is.
“But you need to have fun too. And there will be times where you can't always be there for Nickie. And as much as I love my godson, I think that you can have fun away from him and it doesn’t make you a bad mom, Cora.”
“I’ll talk to Bradley about it,” Cora stated softly after a few moments, causing Mara to let out an excited noise.
Bradley returned to the Mitchell home two hours after Cora hung up with Mara. Heading inside, Bradley smiled when Nickie came toddling around the corner, dragging his blankie behind him as he moved to greet his dad. Setting down his keys and the food that he brought home for dinner, Bradley held out his arms for Nickie.
“Hey, Nickie,” he called, scooping his son up. Pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek, Bradley set Nickie on his hip. “You have fun with your mama?”
“Hey,” Cora greeted Bradley, walking around the corner. “How was your day?”
“Good,” Bradley returned, offering her a kind smile. Turning to the side, Bradley pointed at the bag of food that he picked up for Cora. “I bought dinner. Your favorite.”
“Thanks,” Cora replied, glancing into the bag. After a moment, she turned back to Bradley. “Do you have any plans on Saturday?”
“No, why?”
“Mara wanted to take me out and someone needs to watch Nickie if I wanted to go,” Cora started off with, building up to the question.
“You think that I wouldn’t watch my own kid?” Bradley asked, honestly sounding a bit offended.
“No, I just, I didn’t know if you would be comfortable with that since you’ve never watched him alone before and I didn’t want to pressure you into doing anything,” Cora listed off quickly.
“I can watch him,” Bradley stated, straightening up a bit. “He’s my son too.”
“I know,” Cora assured Bradley. “Thanks.”
“I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to thank me for me watching my own son,” Bradley pointed out, adjusting his hold on Nickie. "We'll be fine."
~~~~~
“Alright, it’s just you and me today, buddy,” Bradley told Nickie, squatting down in front of him. “Mama’s out with your Aunt Mara on a girl’s day. So, today, we’re having a dada and son day. Sound good to you?”
Nickie shot Bradley a one-tooth smile as drool dribbled down his chin before going back to gnawing on his favorite toy. He had been doing that for the last few days and anytime someone tried to take it away from him, Nickie threw a huge fit. So, for his own personal sanity, Bradley would not be touching that toy today.
“What should we do, huh?”
Bradley was a bit nervous that if he screwed up today that Cora would lose what little trust that they had built up over the last few months, and he would be back to square one. So, he was going to clean up the house, he was going to keep Nickie happy, and he was going to do everything that Cora managed in a day.
If only for his own pride.
And for the first hour, it was going well. Nickie was easily entertained and mostly kept himself busy, walking around the playroom area and playing with his toys. Bradley cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes before starting a load of laundry. And he was feeling confident, perhaps overconfident, in his own abilities as a dad.
And then Nickie got into the baby powder.
“Fucking shit,” Bradley whispered when he spotted the mess that Nickie made in the playroom.
The entire six-foot radius around Nickie was covered in a layer of white powder, which Bradley deduced came from the probably now empty bottle of baby powder that was in Nickie’s hands. And when Nickie heard his dad come into the room, he smiled proudly at Bradley’s horrified look.
“Nickie,” Bradley sighed, walking forward.
Forced to wade into the baby powder a bit, Bradley picked Nickie up and took the bottle from his hands. Closing it and setting it aside, Bradley held Nickie at arm’s length. Nickie, of course, was covered head to toe in baby powder.
“Oh, God,” Bradley breathed out, looking at the mess.
Bradley carried Nickie into the bathroom. Running a bath, Bradley held a squirming Nickie in his arms as he tested the temperature of the water. Adding some soap and bubbles, Bradley tossed in a few rubber ducks to keep Nickie entertained and hopefully happy. Washing the baby powder out of his hair, Bradley struggled as Nickie was getting increasingly frustrated and annoyed and was starting to fight back against his dad.
“Nickie, just hold still,” Bradley stated, dumping water over Nickie’s head.
Sputtering and waving his hands around, Nickie stared up at his dad with betrayal in his big brown eyes. Pouting something fierce, Nickie whined and pulled away as Bradley poured some more water over his little head. And in a fit, Nickie smashed his hands onto the water, splashing Bradley with a whole bunch of water.
“Nickie!” Bradley scolded, staring down at his now soaked shorts. “Alright, that's it. We're done with the bath.”
Bradley started to drain the water and scooped Nickie out of the tub. Setting him on the ground, Bradley kept a firm hold on Nickie and reached for a towel, drying him off despite Nickie’s increasingly loud protests. Getting Nickie into another diaper, Bradley turned to grab Nickie’s shirt when his son decided to go AWOL.
Nickie turned and hurried as fast as he could out of the bathroom, which wasn't very fast, but he still managed to get outside of Bradley's reach. Bradley let out a growl of annoyance and got up. Moving quickly, he grabbed Nickie before he could get too far and held him to his chest. Nickie whined in frustration, kicking his little legs out.
"Nickie, stop fighting me," Bradley sighed, opening the baby gate and heading back downstairs. "If you hadn't gotten baby powder all over yourself, you would have been fine."
Bradley set Nickie down in the gated play area in the family room and hurried to wash the baby powder out of the floor before it had a chance to set in. Bradley returned a few minutes later to find Nickie gnawing aggressively on something that wasn’t his teething toy and hurried to take it away before he hurt himself.
"Don't put that in your mouth," Bradley sighed, tossing the toy away.
Nickie immediately burst out into tears, holding up his hands for the toy. Bradley winced at his loud cries and quickly turned to grab Nickie’s teething toy from where it had been earlier. Except, the teething toy wasn’t where he left it. Starting to panic a bit, Bradley looked around frantically for the toy while Nickie screamed and cried in his playpen.
“Shit,” Bradley muttered, getting to his feet.
Tearing apart the family room, Bradley ran out to the playroom to look for it there. Nickie kept crying, flopping onto the ground as his sobs echoed around the whole house. Bradley finally found it under the dresser and after quickly washing it off, Bradley rushed back to try and pacify Nickie with the toy. But when he offered the teething toy to Nickie, Nickie simply threw the toy back at him.
“Nickie, please,” Bradley begged, really starting to lose his sanity.
Pulling Nickie out of the playpen, Bradley tried to soothe Nickie with hugs and rocks, but Nickie seemed to be content to scream his heart out. It was almost like he was trying to teach his dad a lesson there. Rocking Nickie back and forth, Bradley started to pace around the room, hoping that it would get Nickie to quiet down. Offering Nickie toy after toy, Bradley just got rejected over and over again.
"Nickie, please,” Bradley pleaded after a few minutes, rocking Nickie again as he looked around for something to calm Nickie down.
Rushing into the kitchen, Bradley grabbed one of the bottles that Cora left for him and tried to offer it to Nickie. And even though Nickie rejected it at first, eventually, Nickie latched on and started suckling from the bottle. Bradley held his breath for a moment, not fully trusting his son to actually settle, before he felt Nickie relax and curl up into his chest, happily sucking on the botte.
“It’s okay,” Bradley assured Nickie as Nickie closed his eyes slowly. “You're okay." Resting his back against the wall, Bradley closed his own eyes for a second. "We're all okay."
~~~~~
Cora walked inside after her day out with Mara and nearly dropped her purse where she stood when she saw the state of the house. There was a trail of baby powder all over the floor. Toys were strewn everywhere and it looked like most of the furniture was out of place from where she left it.
“Bradley?” Cora called nervously.
Rushing into the family room, Cora nearly panicked when she didn’t see Bradley or Nickie anywhere. And Nickie’s blankie and teething toy were right there on the floor. Taking the stairs, Cora sprinted to the nursery to find neither of them there.
“Bradley!?”
Running down the hall, Cora quickly checked her room before moving onto Bradley’s room. She pushed open the door and immediately let out a breath of relief when she spotted Bradley and Nickie together, safe and sound.
Bradley was laying flat on his back in his bed, shirtless, and with Nickie on his chest. His head was kicked back and his mouth hung open with soft snores coming out. Nickie was curled up on Bradley’s chest, breathing slowly. Nickie’s mouth was hanging open as well with some drool slipping out of his mouth. Bradley's hand rested on Nickie's back, keeping him in place and close.
Cora smiled to herself at the image and slowly slipped out of the room. Returning a moment later, Cora took a few pictures of Nickie and Bradley with her camera before slipping out of the room again, knowing better than to wake a sleeping Bradshaw.
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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter eight
well it’s love, make it hurt series
eight: all the better to hold you down
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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Summary: You and the Mandalorian wake up after your late night at Axis and have to deal with what comes after your boundaries have been eroded.
Warnings: bdsm, heavy bdsm scene, use of a safeword, delayed aftercare, dom!Din Djarin x sub!reader, soft dom!Din, Din Djarin takes the helmet off but does not reveal his face, oral (m receiving), p in v unprotected sex, impact play, flogging, caning, boot worship (no foot fetish), emotional distress, hurt/comfort, subspace, subdrop, domdrop, no y/n
Originally written for Kinktober Days 15&16 - Boot Worship/Genital Worship/Impact Play/Sound Restriction, inspired by @absurdthirst’s wonderful prompt list,
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3 ABY - Winter
You wake cocooned by peace and satin sheets. Mando’s warm body is pressed against you, and everything is still dark. At some point in the night, he removed his shirt, and now your bare backs are aligned where they curve. The ebb and flow of his breathing lulls you back asleep.
The world is still coming into the day when there’s a knock at the door. You’re awake enough to feel Mando slip out of bed, to hear the soft murmur of voices, to hear the whisper of the door being carefully shut. When he climbs back in, he moves slow and careful, settling on his side so he can wrap his arm around your waist and curl to the arc of your spine.
You slide your hand under his and weave it in, bringing them up to your mouth so you can kiss his long, thick fingers one by one. He groans his contentment, pulling you closer, and you nestle into his warmth.
Your head is empty, filled with fog and candy floss. It’s strange, how normal the moment feels. At home—or, well, on the Crest, you share a bed but do not linger. Mando is an early riser, and you don’t usually handle stillness or silence well.
You feel languid. Heavy, like a thick wool blanket, your limbs unspooled elastic. You can’t remember a time when just existing was so easy.
Mando’s breathing has slowed again as he walks the edge of sleep.
There’s pounding at the door again.
Mando groans and rolls over. You push up to your elbows and watch as he gropes around on the floor and then shoves his tunic at you.
“It’s Mara, with caf. She said I better have proof of your well-being when she got back.”
You tug the tunic over your head, smiling.
When you open the door, Mara is indeed waiting with a tray, mugs, and a carafe. You reach for it, but she pulls it back.
“You look well fucked,” she says bluntly.
You blink at her through sleep-heavy eyes and realize you must look ragged. You flush, and she grins.
“Everything okay still?”
“Yeah,” you say, and smile. “Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good. Madame said you can hang around as long as you’d like, as long as you say goodbye before you leave.”
“We will. Thank you.”
She finally lets you have the tray and goes to leave, but turns around. “Oh, and Madame said to tell him that she made a call and found another lead.”
You nod, expecting the gears in your head to start whirring about the bounty, but there’s nothing. The thought comes and goes.
You make two cups of caf, both sweetened with a little milk. He may drink black caf most of the time, but you know he has a sweet tooth.
He’s lounging against the headboard now, watching you.
You raise an eyebrow when you go over to set his cup on the nightstand.
“Looks good on you,” he says, nodding his head at where his tunic hangs on your body.
“It’s not the first time I’ve worn your clothes,” you say, taking your cup around to the other side of the bed.
“Looks good every time,” he says. He watches as you settle on the floor, back against the bed, facing the wall. “What’re you doing down there?”
“I thought maybe this way you could have your caf? I promise I won’t turn around. That way, neither of us has to have cold caf, but I can leave the room or—”
He takes pity on your nerves and cuts off your rambling. “Thank you, cyar’ika.”
You hear the hiss of the helmet seal and freeze. You can hear him shift on the bed and pick up his cup, taking a deep inhale and equally deep drink. Sipping at your own, you become very interested in the wood grain, searching out where the incidental black smudges form faces or creatures if you stare long enough.
When he’s done, which is too quickly, you think, for him to have fully enjoyed it, he replaces the helmet and reaches over to comb his fingers through your hair.
“A sweet drink, a sweet girl. You’re going to kill me, cyar’ika.”
You lean your head back to catch his hand, seeking the comforting cradle of his warm palm. Your brain has gone all fuzzy again, like it was only capable of coming up with the one plan today, and now it’s done.
“You still feeling under a little?”
“Mhm,” you close your eyes and set the cup to the side.
“You want to stay there, or do you want me to help you up?”
You know he doesn’t mean the floor. There’s the smallest of tugs in the back of your brain, like a little flashing light on the Crest’s console out of the corner of your eye. You look away from it and reach for him.
He helps you climb back up into the bed, and brings you to his chest. You run your hand through the smattering of hair there and press soft kisses to his skin. He lets out a deep sigh and leans his helmet against the headboard.
“You’re so sweet and obedient this morning,” he muses, running a thumb back and forth across your bottom lip. You let them part but don’t seek out more. “Look at that,” he’s whispering now, voice catching on something you can’t identify. “Is that what you want? You want to just lay there and let me take?”
You hum noncommittally. It sounds wonderful, but serving him caf had opened a yearning in you. You want to please him, but more than that, you want to offer yourself up as sacrifice, want to bleed for him, want to deserve the reverent way he’s talking to you now.
It seems too heavy to put into words.
So you don’t.
Later, you’ll sit on the floor of the fresher and weep, knees pulled to your chest. Later, you’ll give that feeling a name that feels like acid in your throat. You’ll try to purge it, as if you could cry out a toxin, and let it seep through the drain to be reclaimed as something nonpotable.
But for now, you look up at him with wide eyes, hoping he can see everything you can’t say.
Somehow, he seems to. He strokes your cheek and softly says, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll make it hurt.”
The rush of gratitude and relief spreads through you, warming you from head to toe. You’re shaking a little, and he rubs your arm, staring at your face for a few moments longer, watching as you hold steady. You don’t have to fight the urge to hide from him at all—it isn’t there.
Later, when he sits outside the fresher and listens to you cry, having all but physically pushed him away, he’ll wonder if that was his point of failure. That he should have recognized you were too far gone in your head, that the wound you wanted him to tear open and climb into was festering.
But for now, he sees the devotion you’re aching to share with him instead of the desperation that lurks behind it.
And he takes.
He presses his helmet to your forehead, knowing you don’t know the meaning, but secreting it away for himself. He stands up and gets dressed, peeling the tunic from you with gentle fingers, and enrobing himself in full beskar’gam. Rarely does he wear it with you, but he knows you like it. Knows you like the way it makes you feel small and vulnerable. He crosses the room and prepares to indulge in his desires, beckoning you over with two crooked fingers.
You get off the bed, chilly now, but mourning more the spice and musk of him than the warmth. You take half a step before he shakes his head.
“Get down and crawl.” His voice comes out even raspier through the modulator.
You sink to your knees and obey.
He takes a shaky breath, shuddering. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.
When you reach him, you wait for no orders. Your heart is calling the shots, and something is screaming inside you to prove yourself, to earn his attention, so you prostrate yourself at his feet and give in.
When you press a kiss to the tip of his boot, he sucks in a breath. He has never asked this of you, never imagined you’d let go of your need to feel tough for anything like this.
His chest heaves, but he doesn’t move. He watches as you shudder against the heated floor, pressing your lips to him again and again. Your breathing is heavy now, too, and you rest your forehead against one boot.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs.
You whimper and finally look up at him. You look up at his face and then drag your eyes down to his cock. “Please,” you whisper. You rise up on your knees and nuzzle your face against where it lays beneath his trousers, straining against them as if reaching back out to you.
He says nothing. He can’t. His throat is tight, and all his muscles tense.
You continue your ministrations, nuzzling and kissing him through the rough fabric. The movements become sloppier, frantic.
He reaches down and cups your chin in one hand while undoing his pants enough to pull his cock out. He holds you there for a moment, centimeters from it, and he can see the strain as you wait.
When he lets go, you lunge. You’re clinging to his thigh, now, fingers scrabbling for purchase. You bury your face in him, needing the coarse hairs against your cheek and the smell of him flooding your senses.
At first, it’s the same, rubbing your cheek against him and kissing delicately on the tip, at the base, on each of his balls. You hover there, pressing in, smothering yourself in his heady musk, tinged with a hint of you.
By the time you start worshipping him with your tongue, he’s shaking. His cock twitches, straining to seek you out and take what he needs, but he doesn’t want to break whatever spell you’re under.
All the gentleness goes away when you bury him in your throat. There’s no buildup; you need to pull him into you until there’s nothing else left, pushing until you’re at the root of him. His curls tickle your nose, but you know no sensation but his cock.
It’s far messier than your pride usually allows. You’re holding yourself down; everything narrowed to the point where the fat head of his cock is hitting your throat. You don’t even notice that your body has other plans, that you’ve begun rubbing your cunt against the boot between your legs.
It’s not enough. You can’t possibly wrap yourself around his leg any tighter, can’t get the tip of his boot any deeper, can’t spread your jaw to fit more of him in.
He loses control when you choke yourself, trying to lick his balls with his cock all the way down your throat. It doesn’t quite work, but the tip flicking out in your single-minded focus almost takes him over the edge.
He yanks you off by your hair. “I thought you were going to take what I give you.”
“I’m sorry,” you yelp. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be good.” You’re nearly in tears.
He crouches down by your face and strokes your cheek. “You did nothing wrong. This is not a punishment. Understood?”
You nod, but it shakes a few tears loose.
He uses your hair to tilt your head up until you meet his eyes. “Get up on the bench.”
You scramble to obey. He’s set up what you thought was a padded table so you can lay your stomach across the long support. It’s not unlike a dining hall table, except the benches are meant for your arms and legs. It’s angled downward, pushing your ass in the air, with a raised rest for your head.
His gentle hands help you find stability and comfort, and he ties your hair back out of your face. He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he started carrying a few of your elastics in a pouch on his belt; it feels like they were always there, part of his equipment. Gun - check, detonators - check, hair ties - check.
“I want you to be quiet for this, okay? Unless you’re crying. No words, no sounds. Do you want a gag to help, or do you want to try on your own?” he asks.
“I’ll be good, I want to be good.”
“I know you do, sweetheart. If you need to use your word, you do it. Promise? It doesn’t count as making noise.”
“Promise,” you say.
“Good girl.” He rubs his thumb over your cheek once more before stepping away to strap you down. There are thick leather cuffs for each wrist and ankle and another strap that he secures over your back.
He runs a gloved hand over your shoulder blades. “Still doing okay?”
You nod, afraid to break the rule. He rewards you with a soft smack on the ass.
When he comes back into your field of vision, he’s holding two implements not quite like you’ve seen before, but can easily figure out.
One has a thick leather handle and a dozen small strands, each knotted at the end. The other is a thin wooden rod. “Right now, you can talk. I want you to tell me how you feel about these.”
You don’t know what to say. He clearly wants to use them, so you do too. “Okay,” you settle on.
“Here,” he says and extends the flogger so you can grasp the ends with your bound hand. After, he trails it lightly down your back, and you shiver. Heat spreads through your body.
“Want to see how it feels?” he offers, and you nod.
The first hit is soft but teasing. The knotted ends spread the sensation like fireworks, so unlike his hand that you gasp. You open your mouth to apologize, and freeze because you aren’t sure you can.
“S’ok, I told you. Noise is fine right now while we try it out.”
You hear the swish as he pulls back, this time, a little harder. It’s incredible. Your cunt clenches around nothing, on full display to him.
“You like that, cyar’ika?”
You nod.
“No, I need to hear it out loud.”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
He grins. He gives you one more test strike, harder than before, and it knocks a moan deep from your chest.
“Fuck,” you whisper. If it all feels like that, you’re not going to be able to be quiet.
He sets the flogger down and comes back over to show you the cane. It’s rigid, unbending when you try. You get chills when he takes it away to test it, but the first strike isn’t bad. It’s not good, like the flogger, but you’ve already caught on to the game, and you know this one is supposed to hurt.
But you hold still and quiet, and the sting fades fast.
The medium-weighted strike is much worse. You jerk in the bonds and scream into the headrest. His hand is on you instantly, bare and soothing. He must have taken his gloves off, just in case. You relax into him, steadying your breathing.
“Too much?” he asks.
You shake your head. “No, I can take it.”
“Alright. Ready?” He rubs his hand up and down your lower back, feeling you melt at his touch. He rubs his hand against your cunt, and you arch a little, biting down the moan.
“Yes, please.”
“I’ll play fair,” he promises. “Repeat the rules.”
“No words. No sounds. Except crying and my safeword.”
“Good girl,” he says, and brings the flogger down on your ass.
You buck in the restraints but don’t make a sound. He goes easy on you for the first few minutes, with light flicks of his wrist, just to build up the tension.
You squirm and jerk a little as your cheeks start to turn redder. You’re soaked, and he hasn’t even really gotten started. His cock throbs, and he has to resist the urge just to plunge into your hot, inviting cunt.
You start to struggle more when he puts more power behind the swings. You’re making little huffs of air, but he doesn’t count those against you.
He aims a little lower, several of the knots finding your cunt. You lurch forward against the straps, hands balling into fists. You’re panting now.
He can’t resist. He does it again, obsessed with how your labia are turning red and the way you’re shaking with the effort to be good.
The next hit lands hard enough to make a wet slapping noise, and you convulse a little. When it settles, you can’t stop moving. Wiggling and trying to grind your hips against the bench.
He watches your face, evaluating for any distress, but instead, he gets to see as you realize that you can’t ask to cum. Your lip trembles.
Mercifully, he switches back to your ass, giving your now-swollen cunt a break. It feels hot, and your clit is throbbing. It’s only slightly less torturous since he lands harder hits, bringing the thick knots down with enough force that you suspect you’ll be bruised tomorrow.
The thought makes you wetter, and you can’t hold still anymore. Unfortunately, the way your ass hangs off the pad means you can’t get your cunt close enough to make contact with anything, and you’re doomed to hump against the dry fucking air.
His next hit breaks you. He abruptly switched back to your pussy, harder than he hit before, and you cry out, pushing back desperately to reach him. But he pulls back.
“That’s one, sweetheart. You want it now or save them all for later? You can answer me.”
“Now,” you sob.
“Okay. Be brave for me.” He hadn’t missed your reaction to the cane; he knew you didn’t like it in the way you liked his hand or the flogger. But you weren’t supposed to like punishments, anyway.
He brings the cane down with a light flick, just enough bite to get your attention. Your whole body tenses, and he soothes the pain away with his hand, crooning praises as you relax.
When he resumes his efforts with the flogger, it’s clear that you’re not going to last as long this time. He tries to build you up slow, but right before a hard hit, he gives you permission to cum.
It’s too much. You don’t hear it, too much rushing in your ears as you fall apart, but you feel the cry leave your throat. “No, no, no, no, no,” you whisper, thrashing against the table.
“I’ll count that as just two,” he says. He pauses. “Check in, please.”
You gulp down air. “M’fine, I’m good, I can take it.” You still mean it this time. You’re mad at yourself for speaking right after you fucked up, and you want the pain.
He gives you both in rapid succession, the second hit landing before the first has a chance to bloom. His hand is back on you immediately, rubbing, but you’re starting to feel raw.
“You’re doing so well, cyar’ika.”
The words are a better balm than his hand, and you relax a little.
You don’t know what goes wrong the next time. He brought you to your climax again, and you thought you choked down the moan, so when he tells you “one” after, you begin to sob.
He stops. “Check in, please.”
You try to tell him you’re fine, but the racking gasps and tears are a garrote.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to unbuckle these now.” He moves to unhook your wrists.
“No!” It comes out broken.
He freezes. “No, what?”
“No, no, no,” you sob, jerking against the straps like you’re a toddler having a tantrum. “I can take it. I can be good!”
“You’ve been so good,” he says, moving again to unbuckle you.
You keep sobbing, telling him to “just fucking do it, don’t do this to me, I want to be good.”
When he unfastens you, he goes to help you up, and you sob harder, slamming a fist at his chest. He catches your wrist in his hand before you make contact with the armor.
“Okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
“No, no, no. I didn’t do it, I didn’t tap out, please.”
“I am. Rancor. I’m tapping out.”
It startles you still. “What?”
“I’m using the safeword. I need to stop.” He sounds raw, under the helmet, and the horrible thought that he might be crying occurs to you.
You don’t know what to say, so you just sniffle and look away.
He carries you over to the bed, and you sit and wait as he removes his armor. He climbs into the bed and reaches for you, but you flinch. The sound that comes out of the modulator is like you punched him in the stomach, but it only makes you wrap your arms tighter around yourself.
“Talk to me, cyar’ika.”
You shake your head. Truthfully, you don’t think you can. Your throat feels raw, and your brain isn’t cooperating.
“Then come here, please? I need—I need to make sure you’re okay.”
“I want to go home.”
He sucks in a breath and waits for a second, pushing down the way the panic creeps up. “What'd you say, cyare?”
“I want to go back to the Crest. Please.”
Relief blossoms through his veins. He doesn’t love the idea of leaving this way, of walking back without talking about this, but he gets it. If it’ll make it easier to be somewhere you feel safe, he’ll do it. And he's selfishly pleased whenever you call the ship home.
“Let me make sure you aren’t hurt, please. And then we can go.”
You step onto the floor and hold very still while he checks you over. There’ll be bruises tomorrow, he’s sure, but from the flogger and not the cane. No other damage, and though he wants to put something on it for the bruising, he’s willing to wait until you’re home to do so.
He goes to help you dress, but you’ve already snatched up your clothes and gone into the fresher, shutting the door. By the time he’s done putting the armor back on, you emerge. He suspects you stuck your face under the cold faucet because the splotches and swelling from your tears have mostly vanished.
“Oh, the Madame has a lead for us,” you tell him, voice steady. He can see the way your hands tremble but lets you pretend you’re back to normal.
“Okay,” he says. Shutting the door when you’re both out of the room feels wrong, like he’s leaving the unfinished business inside.
If Mara or Anissa notice anything off about you, they don’t say anything. He doesn’t think they’d let him leave if they had suspected anything was off. You were very good at stepping into roles and controlling your emotions. He takes the coordinates from Anissa and promises it won’t be another decade before he visits again.
You don’t talk to him on the way back. You pull away when he tries to take your hand. He gets the message and keeps an extra step behind you. You finally speak when you’re back on the ship, the ramp sealed, and the world quiet.
“I’m gonna—” and you point at the refresher.
He nods, and you disappear behind the door. He sinks down to the ground, fully armored, and waits.
He doesn’t know how long he’s there, head leaned back against the wall, listening to you cry. All he knows is that he’s glad he didn’t move when he hears you softly call out to him.
You’re so quiet, too ashamed of how deeply you need him, that you almost hope he doesn’t hear. But of course, the door is open just a minute later.
He shed his armor right there in the hall and was stripped down by the time the door was shut. The lights were already out (his heart ached at the thought of you breaking down in the dark, alone), so he ripped the helmet off and ducked under the stream with you.
He had to feel around for a moment, but eventually found you sitting, arms around your knees, tucked against the cold metal corner. He sat up against you, reaching an arm over your shoulder and closing his eyes in relief when you practically leapt closer.
The water is frigid. Even though he assumes it's run cold, he reaches for the handle to find it set to the lowest temperature. He yanks it up, not all the way but just enough. For a moment, he feels dangerously nauseous.
“Why were you in here in the cold?” he asks.
You shake your head furiously, wet hair smacking against his chest.
“You can’t do this,” he whispers, holding your head against him. “You can’t punish yourself.”
You start to cry again. You feel ragged, like you’ve been tracking a bounty for six days across a mountain range.
He pulls you onto his lap, and you fold into him, hands tucked against your chest, letting his broad arms pull you back together.
He knows you can feel his shoulders shake, and the way he buries his face in your hair, letting the burn of his tears wash away under the water.
When you’ve both settled, it’s a silent thing. He’s not sure it’s a good idea, but he doesn’t stop you when you reposition yourself and guide his cock into you. The water is actually starting to run cold now, but neither of you moves to turn it off. Instead, he holds your hips gently, and guides you as you ride him.
It’s slow. He’s exhausted and content to let you rock yourself, holding onto his shoulders.
“Cyar’ika,” he starts.
“I know. I’m sorry,” you whisper.
He shakes his head. He knows you can feel it, even if you can’t see him.
This is the first time you’ve been this close, with his helmet off and your eyes uncovered. The darkness is inky and smooth, no possibility of being seen, and he’s not afraid of that. He’s afraid of what it means that he’s doing it at all.
“Do you hate me?” you ask suddenly.
“Why would I hate you?”
“Because you had to use your safeword. Because I wasn’t listening to you when you wanted to stop.”
“That’s what it’s for, cyar’ika. And you did listen. As soon as I said it. I’m sorry I let it get that far.”
“It was fine, I was fine. It came out of nowhere, I wasn’t lying.”
“I know. I know you weren’t.” He presses your foreheads together, gasping a little as you grind down on his cock. “But there were signs. I should have noticed.”
“Stop,” you whisper. Your hips are moving a little faster, a little harder. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Later. Please.”
“Can I take care of you, pretty girl?” he asks, and when you nod, he slips his hand between you to rub your clit.
“There you go,” he murmurs as your hips stutter. “Can I fill you up?”
“Please,” you gasp into the darkness.
You find your pleasure together, and he kisses you right before you cum.
As you come down from your mutual high, he pulls you in against him. You nestle up, still breathing heavily.
The silence is warm, now. You know you’ll have to talk about it more tomorrow, but it feels like everything is okay. There are no bad feelings between you.
He knows it for certain when he tucks you into bed. You'd fallen asleep in the hull, waiting for him to come down from setting the nav. He carried you to the bunk, and you stirred but snuggled right up, fingers tangled in his shirt.
You know it for certain when you whisper goodnight. You're both almost asleep, but you hear his soft breath beneath the helmet.
"G'night. Love you."
You don't remember it in the morning.
*title from "New Again" by Taking Back Sunday
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Speed-running Doctor Who - 5th Doctor
A quick and dirty guide for those who want to get into the show, but don't want to watch everything from the beginning.
For Those Who Just Wanna Get An Idea of the Era
Four to Doomsday - S19E2
Showcases the main tardis team and their dynamics, features a more high concept plot, and is fairly continuity lite... all you need to know going in is that Tegan really, really wants to go home... but don't worry she won't let you forget that.
Plot Important Episodes
Entrances, Exits, Enemies, Lore Drops, and Character Development
Castrovalva - S19E1 (Fifth Doctor's first story)
Kinda - S19E3 (Meet the Mara)
Black Orchid - S19E5 (Last pure historical and the last time Five will ever be happy)
Earthshock - S19E6 (Bye, bye Adric)
Time-Flight - S19E7 (Adric's actual final appearance on the show and Tegan briefly leaves the Tardis)
Arc of Infinity - S20E1 (Tegan's back and so is Omega)
Snakedance - S20E2 (The Mara returns, and more character development for Tegan)
Mawdryn Undead - S20E3 (The Black Guardian returns and employs the Doctor's newest companion, Turlough, to murder him. Also The Brigadier is back)
Terminus - S20E4 (Nyssa leaves)
Enlightenment - S20E5 (The end of the Black Guardian trilogy and character development for Turlough)
The King's Demons - S20E6 (Hello Kamelion)
The Five Doctors - S20E7 (multi-doctor story, first appearance of Rassilon, and 20th anniversary story)
Frontios - S21E3 (more character development for Turlough)
Resurrection of the Daleks - S21E3 (Tegan's last episode)
Planet of Fire - S21E4 (both Turlough's and Kamelion's final story and Peri comes aboard the Tardis)
The Caves of Androzani - S21E5 (Fifth Doctor final story)
Personal Favorite and Least Favorite Stories
Because one man's trash is another man's treasure and vice versa
Favorite: The Visitation - S19E4
Least Favorite: Warriors of the Deep - S21E1
(disclaimer: no spin-offs or extended universe stuff was considered when making this list)
Up Next: The Sixth Doctor
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hey mara, what are your top 5 anime? and top 5 VNs?
hey, anonymous;
this isn:t really ordered in any hierarchy and i:ll probably go over five for anime, but these are series i really enjoy, mean a lot to me, and like to rewatch:
boogiepop phantom, boogiepop and others, baccano (really anything by that author i:ll probably love but baccano is my favorite), .hack//sign, .hack//dusk (this one is kinda awful but it means a lot to me), really anything .hack//, the saki series; love akagi (anything by fkmt but the first few episodes of akagi has a great vibe); a big part of me wants to say akiba maid war and akudama drive (the emotional highs for both are so good, & both have some of the best final episodes out of everything listed); a small part of me wants to say stuff like: naruto, dragon ball, hunter x hunter, nabari, majin neuro, trigun -- they:re not series that immediately jumps out as me as "all time favorites" but in the right mood i /love/ thinking about them (i:d always used to daydream about being in the naruto setting and my perfect naruto MMO where you:d be born in the world to a random village -- i wanted to be mist or sound); may-be at the lowest i:d put FLCL, i love FLCL but it:s lke .hack//dusk where it was just time+place; kind of want to say madlax too, honestly, but it:s such a slow show it:d be a struggle to rewatch it (the beetrain phenomenon of making glacial-paced shows carried entirely by scenes of two characters talking), but it:s great
VNs i don:t think i:ve played enough to really have much of a list, but tsui no sora remake / subahibi would be on it; everything team_cpu made would be on it (mostly archangel:nemesis but all of her works seem connected to me, & even despite whatever friction is/was between us she:ll always be a top-tier writer and artist to me that inspires me); i really love 2236 AD but (i always describe it this way) it:s an extremely mid game, with an insanely good opening, /but/ as an entire experience it is perfect, and it is perfect because it is extremely mid (if it were better, and better written, it wouldn:t have as much of an impact at the end -- it has one of the best ending sequences in anything i:ve ever read; here watch the trailer); maybe true remembrance (just a fun sleepy read, enjoyed my time with it); maybe soundless (kinda trauma-porn which i don:t love, but the author did such a good job with the setting that i just enjoyed my entire time spent with it); maybe walk in the sun (a vncup entry! i:ve replayed it ~4 times and it:s just an extremely solid short read that i loved); i haven:t played it in awhile but i remember loving sengoku rance, and i love the alicesoft:s settings (toushin toshi is amazing imo & all the lore in rance is just so much fun); love the narcissu series too (especially 2 & the neet-hiki one) but i try to stay away from reading sad stuff lately;
that:s all that comes to mind; ok thank you anonymous take care.
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Reddit post on musical motifs in She-ra
There was a post asking what our favourite songs in the series were. It only listed the actual songs, but people replying talked about their favourite motifs as well. Here is me giving my reply:
i love the musical motifs in the show
i love the many, many, MANY different variations of Entrapta's theme that crop up, which i've never seen anyone talk about, especially when it plays in hordak scenes, either in contrast to his music, or replacing it.
My favourite uses of Entrapta's theme are the following:
1. At the end of her introduction episode, where it plays rather sinisterly, and then cascades into the full version during the credits (the only time the full version is heard). It's so full of energy. Entrapta's not evil but she's not really good either, she just does what she wants to do and everyone else can only watch.
2. In Signals when her light spacey theme is sort of playing alongside Hordak's dark synth, in duet. They contrast so well.
3. In Failsafe when she reunites with Hordak and it's so light and tender and has a different ending, Hordak's theme by this point is eradicated completely, you just have this somber version of Entrapta's theme instead, because Hordak's effectively a broken, new man and Entrapta is trying to show him a different path.
i love Promise, how broken that theme is, and how in season 5 it plays during such crucial moments, as it goes from catra reflecting on the broken promise, to trying to live up to it and protecting adora
then at the very end Promise reaches an incredible, triumphant conclusion
i like that bow has a theme, it's a very nice theme, but i'll be damned if i can remember any of its uses outside of Reunion and Heart
horde prime's theme is also fan dooby dastic. so sinister, like an evil church.
and then there's she ra's theme
so you have She-ra's theme in multiple forms, there's what I think of as Mara's theme where it's all "ooo OOOO" magic,
then there's the TRANSFORMATION themes, the original one with the straight up boring heroic guitar,
then the epic season 5 version with much slower orchestra, fitting with she-ra's new water-like form
then there's CATRA's villain theme, which is the SAME THEME except in a lower key with intense guitar!!!! it's great!!! the main instance of it which I remember is the end of s1 where she’s so happy to have finally had success in the Horde.
and an honourable mention to the theme that plays at the end of "Promise" (the credits theme not the Promise theme), when I heard that theme for the first time in the Credits Amalgam, I HAD to find out what episode it played for!
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a rollercoaster of fucking emotions
911 thoughts s7 e5
- HAND MAN
- alien hand ?? lmao
- hen and her knowlate 🫶🏻
- lmao pleasee they’re struggling so much lmao
- oh bucks being choked
- bobby 🫶🏻
- oh eddie… um
- HES CHOKING BUCK AGAIN ??? oh dear
- kinda funny… those poor guys
- HENREN 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 MOTHERSSSS
- THEYRE GETTING A LITTLE GIRL
- i’m so excited this is aaaa
- NO WHAT 😭😭😭
- they’re ??? not ??? getting a little girl ????
- i’m devastated they can’t do this to me i was so excited why would they do this to me
- another girl ?? a nine year old :((((
- they’re the best chance :((( aaa
- THE DATE OH MY GOD
- HERE WE GO
- they’re going to a movie 🥹🥹
- evan.
- HES SO AAA
- the 118 was a regressive place… you did that ngl but it’s okay
- “i’m not lying” BUCK BABY
- “date with a dude” 😭
- A RAINBOE ON HIS INSTA HES SO CUTE 😭😭
- “i guess it’s just me that makes you nervous” IM GONNA AAAA
- HOT CHICKS buck stop ??? help
- SHES MOVING IN ??? HELP MEEEE NOOOO
- EW I CANT
- CLOSET SPACE “right evan” IM GONNA DIE
- he’s so awkward :(((
- “it’s mine”
- “i think you’re adorable but i don’t think you’re ready” IM SOBBING NO
- BABY BUCK NO PLEASE IM SNSOSBSKSBSSI I CANT DO THIS
- aaaa henren again 🥹🫶🏻
- the blanket is the only thing she has left :((
- hen understanding non-verbal i’m going to CRY
- denny is so sweet im aaaaa
- karen getting emotional me too babe
- THE TEDDY AAAA 🥹🥹🥹
- lied to eddie…
- BUCK
- a date…
- he’s not saying it…
- OUTNOF THE WAY
- “this person” he’s so 🫶🏻
- a MARRIED WOMAN IM SO
- “who it is isn’t the point”
- “HE”
- BACK GO THE PRONOUN
- IM AN ALLY BUCK STOP
- “more than an ally”
- “didn’t think that’s where you’re interests lie” eddie diaz
- CHEKC OUT A HOT GUYS ASS
- “EDDIES FRIEND”
- he came out to maddie… kinda im shaking
- THE HOT PILOT BAOSBSOSDB
- eddie and … her… ew
- IM GONNA DIE I CANT DO THIS
- STOP THAT
- i need him to find something dumb
- THE CACTUS “you’re kinda cool” he’s a loser i love him
- A NUN ??? NO WAY SHES ACTUALLY A NUN
- SHUT THE GUCK IP THATS SO FUNNY
- HES QUESTIONING HIS WHOLE LIFE
- IMAGINING HER AS A NUN I CANT IM CRYING
- karen 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
- oh the teddy bear:(
- mara are you okay :((
- oh she’s :(( poor baby :((
- buck at the stationnn
- EDDIE IN THE GYM
- GYM SCENE GYM SCENE
- “you are here early” buck you are literally so awkward
- a avoid not having sex ??? what
- CATHOLIC GUILT OH MY GOD YOURE DAY
- “SHE WAS A NUN” “oh”
- he’s so angry about her past as a nun im crying
- not the cross help…
- GO TO CAP 😭😭😭
- “you looked like you wanted to tell me something” uh
- hen and bobby time
- talk about mara :((
- that poor baby :(
- i hope she realises she’s safe she deserves it
- oh denny :( he’s so sweet i can’t
- karen kinda side eyeing her… don’t make me dislike you :(
- her blanket is her safety net 😭🫶🏻
- “this isn’t working out” NO YOU GOTTA MAKE HER SAFE
- i need this storyline to work out good it’s got to i need this
- BOBBBY TALKING TO EDDIEEE
- second thoughts about moving in BOBBY YOU ARE GOOD
- panic attacks mention
- a commitment phobe
- SHANNON
- demisexual eddie diaz i WILL have you one day
- “only you know that” but i don’t think he does tho
- go to confession hehe
- a dog attack …
- ARE THEY COMPARING A DOG TO THEIR FOSTER GIRL ??? STOP THAT
- they’re literally comparing a dog and a child i can’t
- and they’re vets now ???
- is this twice they’ve saved a dog
- dog :D
- they asked athena 😭😭
- “are you sure” oh my god i’m gonna cry aren’t i ??
- “i don’t want to be another name in a long list of people who failed her” 😔😔😔
- THEYVE ASKED MADDIE TOO
- her little voice oh my heart is breaking
- oh my god :(( mara you poor sweet baby i hope you get the love and safety and happiness you deserve
- i’m crying i can’t do this
- “she was afraid we weren’t goig to wake up” ILL SOB
- LOFT
- LOFT
- LOFT
- “she wants to know what i want for dinner” lmao
- DO I??? stay in the loft 🤭🤭🤭
- NOT WITH GOD WATCHING LMAO
- “i’m gonna have to break up with her” omg best idea you’ve had
- “you and tommy have the best idea”
- IT WAS A DATE
- OH SHIT
- OMG
- WE WERE ON A DATE
- “really?”
- “WAIT TOMMYS GAY” IS SO FUNNY ???
- not questinging buck but tommy 😭😭😭😭
- “is that weird” “NO ABSOLUTELY NOT”
- this do in t change a thing between us
- “he dumped me”
- HE CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM :((((
- “you should call him”
- ONCE HE GETS TO KNOW YOU
- i’m so happy aaaaa
- TURN AROUND AGBTHE DOOR
- VOME HERE
- HUG
- “call tommy”
- not them exiting with a parallel lmao
- hi eddie
- “heyyyy” hes so awkward
- dinner with her brother girl-
- HES SO AWKWARD STOP YOU LOSER I LOVE HIM
- “guy who needs a minute” eddie diaz im in your fucking walls
- DONT YET HER ILL KMS
- EW
- STRAIGHT EDDIE GET OUT OF HERE PLEASE
- “can’t wait to move out” me either LMAO ME
- karen my love 🫶🏻
- the blanket slowly coming down, like a barrier coming down
- “you’re safe here even if it doesn’t feel that way yet” :(((( AAAAAAAA
- SHE SPOKE :((( baby spoke im so proud of her im not okay
- CRYING RN
- BUCK ????
- did he call tommy 🤭🤭
- omg hiiii
- coffee date aaaa
- “mmm so not like that” LMAO
- “i would like to change that” aaa
- “i didn’t want to pressure you” AAAAAAAAAAA
- “i don’t know what im ready for but i am ready for something” i can’t do this
- “COME WITH ME TO MY SISTERS WEDDING” BUCKA AOSJDODBDDIS
- “evan.”
- HOLY SHIT
- DATE TO A WEDDING
- “i need someone to dance with” HOLY SHIT
- HUH
- STOP WEDDIGN ????
- EVERYONE STOP
- OH CLIFFHANGER
- BUCK AND EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED
- 80s THEMED PARTY
- THE WEDDING IS THE CLIFFHANGER
- WHERE CHIM???
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Hi there I am here to encourage you to watch SiegeSMP
There's so many good stories RAHHH
list of creators (then their characters, if I know them) off the top of my head:
Asherbb - Asher (Vamp)
B17TEN - Bit (Vamp hunt. Cat person)
SaltCipher - Volt (Bird)
ggAbraxas - Percy (Bird)
CorruptedUnicorn - Evelyn (Vamp)
m0thm00n - Dawn (Bird)
z0mb13mutt - Wolfgang (Vamp. Dogboy)
WindMillie - Elliara (Mer)
Cyra_Nyx - Kore (Mer)
UninformedZenniel - Mara (Mer)
and so so many more-
like you've got Merfolk (for all of you grieving MerSMP people), Vampires (this is tumblr, c'mon), Birds (for ye BoundSMP enjoyers), and magic users and vampire hunters-
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First Line Meme
rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!
Both @notabuddhist and @virusq tagged me in this game, which was very sweet of them! I love thinking about first sentences, and it always thrills me when I read a first sentence that really pops.
Unfortunately, I only found myself discouraged after reading through my first sentences. They're not ALL duds, but they're not great, either. Sometimes I just have to write something that gets me into the story and then keep moving forward. Spending too much time writing and rewriting that first sentence holds me back and bogs down the fic.
From the roof of the Imperial Palace, Mara watched the steel-blue sky fade to a murky purple as the sun slipped below the Coruscant skyline. Cascade
The target was armed and extremely dangerous, the bounty puck warned. We Can't Keep Meeting Like This
Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived in a palace. The Girl Who Traveled the Ways Between the Walls
“You lied about your age to get this job, didn’t you?” Echo, Revenant, Targeter, Phoenix
“Chewie!” Han called as he stomped down the Falcon’s corridors. The Things You Find on Tatooine
The white veils of the aurora alba shimmered overhead, against the thousands of stars that pricked the blue-black bowl of the sky. Memoria
The case was heavy. something electric in your blood
The girl was a tiny thing, her weight an insignificant burden as Chewie carried her back to his bunkroom. Souvenirs
Chief Intelligence Officer Draven looked up from his datapad as Luke entered his office, his face never shifting from its habitual expression of sour impatience. Unnatural Objects
The thin silver ribbon of the Solleu River wound through the deep green of the Boshi Plains for miles until it tumbled down the Virdugo plunge, the wide waterfalls a bright blur through the shuttle’s window. Homecoming
There's actually a wider variety here than I expected, to be honest. If you asked me about how I tend to start my stories, I would tell you that I like to throw out a lot of scene-setting first, so that we can get past it as quickly as possible and get to the story. There's a little bit of that here, as well as some other bad habits. I love to start with a line of dialogue, for the way that it throws you into the middle of a scene, but I also think it's lazy for me to rely on that gimmick too much. I've been trying to curb that habit. It still shows up in Things on Tatooine, because I do whatever I want in those stories.
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Welcome Back
Today I will be rating Beck's
Potential Partners?
The question mark is because some of them were definitely his partners, others will not admit it, and some came to...circumstances preventing a declaration of their love...anyway.
1. Bodhi
Literally on screen for 30 seconds max
We all clocked that shit instantly
Never brought him up again (thx to retroactive backstory oops)
Beck was actually visibly sad about him tho to the point his boss/dad had to ask if he was ok
Absolute cute couple though
8/10 I knew him for five seconds and now I have to kill everyone in this room and then myself
2. Paige
Y'all already know. Everyone knows. The whole grid knows.
The sexual tension is palpable
Which brings me to some difficult questions about the nature of programs and what physical functions they may or may not have.
Ugh I'm a sucker for the rivals to lovers thing tho
12/10 top ten hottest bi power couple if they don't kill each other first
3. Tron
I went over this in my tron's exes list but I must reiterate cause reasons
Can you imagine meeting your hero, your icon, your savior and he's....a bit of a bitch??
But you learn and get to know him and he opens up to you and comes to trust you with his life UGH my heart
9/10 I rated this 7/10 before but I'm not scared anymore they're GOOD
4. Cyrus
Look, he gets in with his bffs and the first thing they say to Beck is "you didn't tell us you had a new bf!" (Totally NOT paraphrasing that).
The fucked up stalker/victim pairing is SUCH good tea
And then he tries to kill him later? Delicious.
7/10 this one's for the toxicity 😏
5. Lux (I had to look up her name)
okay this one loses points because they WANTED me to ship this when we already knew Paige existed
I don't like to be told what to do
I mean, it's ok Beck has two hands(more like eight at this point) I can work with it
loved her jaded perspective turning into hope before she was fridged for male pai- I mean derezzed for reasons relevant to the plot 👀 that was definitely neat
Consider: she is pretty though
4/10 they're both a ten but I'm a bitter bitch so sue me
6. Mara
tbh she's such a cutie and deserves way better than whatever incel shit Zed has going on
no wonder she's in love with Tron/the Renegade (I mean, same) I would beg a superhero to save me from him too
she and Beck have such a good dynamic
would be such a cute friends to lovers pair
can you imagine if she found out her bestie was the renegade she's been visibly/audibly thirsting after? Queen shit.
8/10 This one is actually the least toxic here
7. The rebellion leader whose name escapes me (it's Bartik)
so this guy appears in legacy as the rebel leader at Castor's before getting derezzed five minutes later (shocker there)
this one just kinda leaped into my brain when I binged the show directly after watching Legacy
can you imagine inspiring someone to change sides completely and then become the leader of the very fire you sparked long after you're probably gone? Endlessly romantic.
6/10 I have yet to have a really bad ship tbh
8. Pavel
I hate it, you hate it, we all hate it
But it's still pretty hot
8/10 bitch on bitch violence
9. Zed
Ahaha I hate it
he's way too comfortable with the evil bad guy shit happening around him.
honestly I have no idea why Beck is even friends with him
HOWEVER
jock/loser pairing
Beck CAN AND WILL fix him
3/10 I don't think we can save this one boys
BONUS ROUND:
10. Tesler
LMAO I just thought of this
Why do I love it tho
Something about the Darkseid omega beam hands that make me think weird thoughts
Now I wish I had put this on my tron list
1/10 or 9/10 depending on the day
I really do love that Beck is just the most specialest boy, he's the grid's next top model, he's batman, he's everything. Istg this is a harem anime in disguise and I ship him with everyone.
I can think of at least two programs off the top of my head that I didn't include because I forgot until now, so tell me about your rare pairs, etc. I was thinking about rating Clu's crushes that he handles in a completely normal way next but that might be too much. This is what happens when we have no new content for 10 years.
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