#my fic ideas

[archie-sunshine]

Might I ask for further elaboration on the sex pollen/feral Drift option for the poll? 👀

ALRIGHT Im glad i got a bit of a headstart on this one. So! as of right now, I technically have TWO ideas for this prompt, however one of them will end up being a LOT longer than a oneshot, so the prompt ill be explaining here is a lot quicker.

Essentially, i'm going to be doing a heat/rutt fic for Drift. He wakes up one morning with his cycle starting, he lets Ratchet know, and curls up to take the day off a bit so he doesn't make a nuisance of himself. This quickly bites him in the ass as he realizes he's forgotten to tell Rodimus, as in this fic he's pretty new to their throuple.

Sadly he only remembers this right as Rodimus asks him to help with some menial task on the lower decks, and he figures it's just the beginnings of his cycle, so he's still mostly lucid, and he can just really quickly get it done and be fine. He decides not to tell roddy because he thinks he'll be able to get his job done fast enough that he can tell him when he visits their hab later.

This does not go according to plan.

Drift is starting to get worse, more needy and desperate as the task goes on and he continues without relief.

So he takes a quick break to *ahem* tend to himself, and-

he gets a little carried away. Accidentally only making things worse for himself.

Meanwhile, rodimus figures drift is kinda taking a long time. He arrives on the same deck as Drift, and right as he steps off the elevator he gets a ping from ratchet just to let him know if drift didn't tell him already that Drift is in rutt.

Rodimus immediately recognizes he is in danger. But he figures... its a pretty sexy kind of danger. So of course he goes looking for Drift to see if he can help get him back to the hab. And well. He certainly finds him.

And so! the hunt begins >:]

Yeah! I'd warn that it might technically be a bit of fearplay, but everyone here is fully consenting, they're all in a loving relationship and drift will feel absolutely terrible about this later <3

So yeah! If you'd like to vote for this fic, you can go do so on my poll right here!

[Feeling curious ab my headcanons or have a request?? hit me with one in my inbox!! :D]

#archie answers #transformers #my art #my requests #mtmte #suggestive #/nsfw #/nsft #valveplug #rodimus #driftrod #drift #dratchrod #lemon #long post #my fic #my fic ideas

[survivalove]

Air Temple Island, the Water Tribes & the Real Life Influences that bring them together

I was gonna screenshot a post I saw and add it to my post but I don’t feel like giving that individual attention (and the 300+ notes they got), so I just decided to make my own standalone post debunking this narrative that air temple island is this fully air nomad brothel (yes they said this) with ZERO water tribe motifs which katara is forced to live in until aang passed away.

frankly it just reminded me of how little people in this fandom actually bother to analyze the actual content, instead preferring to write entirely made up scenarios of katara being reduced to an air nomad incubator along with dozens other female acolytes (yes they also said this lmao. also them acting like both male AND female acolytes weren’t living on the whole other side of the island 😭)

when in truth, i’ve come to find a lot of elements of both water tribes as well as traditional inuit elements across air temple island:

1. the paifang

a traditionally chinese element that for some reason is exclusively found in the northern water tribe (why do they have a gate inside a throne room, you ask? ask the white people that made this show). the one on the left is actually one of two aang BUILT, at the main entrance and another at the temple entrance. this is just one example of water tribe design on the island.

2. the bagua mosaic

another structure is the bagua mosaic on the training grounds. bagua is a set of traditional chinese symbols of the cosmology, taoism. the bagua composes of 8 sets of broken or unbroken lines that represent yin and yang. where have we seen yin and yang in the original series? oh yeah, as tui and la of the water tribe! (because atla is a mess of asiatic and indigenous motifs joined together and spread out across each nation, mainly traditionally chinese elements at that.) aang building this right next to the air nomad training grounds is a symbol of the dual bending heritage their children will have.

3. gold and blue accents

now, gold and blue are the main colors of the exterior structures but is also very strong inside the air temple itself. note, the massive air nomad symbol designed fully in blue in the center and the blue banners and rugs throughout the temple. this is no doubt, for me, a visual depiction of both katara and aang’s representative cultures, but of course this is not limited to color only.

4. cloud carvings

now, this is a slight detour since clouds aren’t a significant part of either of their individual cultures (that we know) but i love the kataang monopoly they have on clouds as a couple so i’m talking about it. if you look at these images very closely what do you see? CLOUD CARVINGS!! specifically near the ceiling of the pavilion (left) and the arches and walls of the temple (right) just imagining aang painting and etching these very consistent swirls, like he’ll never be the selfish inconsiderate unromantic loser you people want him to be, but let’s get more into the southern water tribe style interior.

5. interior design

so here is a southern water tribe white lotus outpost vs the air temple island main dining room. first thing, the seat cushions and rug! while we don’t see air nomad eating quarters we do get to see enough SWT customs both in atla and lok, to know this is how they traditionally eat compared to the north (limiting myself on pics cuz mobile).

another thing is the dining table itself. both have what i believe to be built in fire pits (i couldn’t actually tell for the air temple island one cuz of the quality but if you zoom in you can see the lines go in the table plus the hanging kettle on it makes it obvious to me idk). the southern water tribe one however is clear and likely a more traditional version of what aang and katara have.

thirdly, the exposed timber on the ceiling. i actually looked it up and found this is a common element of these two inuit structures: left is an aasiaat peat house and right is an igloolik turf house. all this for me to believe not only did aang build air temple island to be a haven for the TWO of them but also that katara herself had a lot of input on the interior than people care to notice lol.

maybe instead of projecting these loser fantasies of katara being some unwilling air nomad baby making machine so you can feel better about your fantasies of katara living in a red palace with people that tried to wipe her out for a whole century, you all can go study the actual canon you were shown and the real life cultures the franchise takes from.

6. lastly, some of my own headcanons/stuff i want to see in the movie

the bathroom because I LIVE for a white marble tiled bathroom. i just know katara has to have a HUGE tub and they have one of those insane glass showers that can fit like 3 people, with cloud swirls everywhere because aang clearly got it like that

the KITCHEN, i imagine it being timber like the dining room and is probably on the other side behind the built-in shelf (get into the details like hello). in a perfect world, it would be open plan but hey

the bedroom, now we saw it in lok a bit but i wanna see it in the gaang movie too. i’m on pic limit but there’s a lot of artwork and flowers throughout the whole house which i give katara credit for because I can. like the desk, the bookshelf, that fancy looking vase thing? these two clearly have taste like don’t talk to me rn

I also didn’t show the rooms and aang’s study but there’s a lot of blue decor in those places which makes me think katara decorated the whole house, even the acolytes’ hall has blue sitting cushions and columns which i think is such a nice detail.

if you guys have any air temple island headcanons of your own please reply with some i’m feening lol

big shoutout to this user:

atla-annotated (their page is so great and filled with a lot of incredible information if you guys like this sort of stuff)

#atla #kataang #anti anti kataang #anti anti aang #aang the builder #i’ll keep saying it #anti anti katara #anti zutara #enough of with these loser fantasies #i’m sorry kataang will never have that cold sad narrative y’all desperately want them to #they need their own architectural digest house tour at this point #katara interior decorator fic when?? #i need the hgtv kataang fic too btw #my fic ideas #my headcanons #air temple island #lok #cloudfamily #water tribe #air temple

[violent138]

Don't know if this has appeared yet in fanon/canon, but I want to see the Batkids have to astral project or something for a mission and everyone keeps elbowing Jason, asking for tips, or not really listening to Zatanna 'cause Jay knows what's up and Jason loses his patience trying to explain that he has no idea how to do any of this (also because the man's a little stressed about dabbling in this).

But when they enter the spirit/Insiduous dimension or whatever, Jason is the one that gets the hang of things soonest, which kind of kills the mood.

#ideas I guess #batman #dc comics #batkids #batfamily #jason todd #my fic ideas #astral projection

[ninjakk]

So my friend has a crush on someone who hosts those home-selling parties. You know, the ones that sell everything from bath products, skin care, tupperware and even sex toys.

My friend keep going to their parties and buying random shit they don't need, trying to work up the courage to ask the vivacious host out. I found this rather hilarious and very Wangxian coded.

Now I have an itch to write a one shot about LWJ desperately in love with inventor WWX, who hosts parties to showcase his own line of organic skincare products that removes all those icky toxins from your skin the natural way - yes, an absolute nod to guidao. LWJ can hardly move in his house because of all the boxes of facemask and toner he'll never get through in his entire lifetime and is trying to give his brother 20 boxes to take away with him. LXC just laughs and suggests LWJ should just invest in the company and ask WWX out already before LWJ runs out of room and has to rent a warehouse to store it all in.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs fanfic #my fic ideas #inventor wwx my beloved

[clawbehavior]

tdj modern au idea where gaon works as a cook in a poorly managed restaurant with a shitty owner that nevertheless has glowing reviews because people crave his food. except for one prick.

he comes in every day, orders a range of dishes, then provides unasked for constructive criticism on the meal to a fuming gaon and leaves a 1 star review. every. single. day. but he pays 400% so the restaurant owner falls over his feet to get him back.

still, the 1-star reviews catch up with the restaurant. the owner calls it a flush and shuts it down abruptly, leaving his staff unemployed.

which is when said prick pops out of the blue to open a new and better restaurant in the exact same spot staffed by everyone who just got fired, including gaon as the chef. gaon's in a bind, being jobless, but he still plays hard to get, demanding competitive wages and benefits for the staff and complete creative control over the food. surprise! yohan agrees and over time wins gaon's trust and heart. and then you find out this was yohan's plan all along to capture this spitfire of a cook and make him his.

just imagining gaon dressed in the gif below and absolutely reaming out yohan for being a dick while yohan stares back awe struck and wanting to kiss him sooo badly

#gahan #the devil judge #my fic ideas #my ficlets

[maeve-on-mustafar]

AU where Anakin kills Palpatine and stays a Jedi and stays on the Council. And then begins to get along with various members of the Council.

Like, Palps is dead, right? And Mace loves theater, so Anakin and Mace start going to shows together and then grabbing dinner together afterward to discuss his performance. And then Kit recruits Anakin to join his water polo team (of whatever the Star Wars equivalent is), and then Shaak invites Anakin to help her organize the Temple lightsaber tournament, so they start having these long meetings over lunch. And then Plo and Saesee are also really into piloting, and so they and Anakin decide to relaunch the Temple piloting program with Anakin as one of the instructors.

And meanwhile, Obi-Wan struggles not to feel jealous that Anakin used to be his exclusive BFF, but now he barely sees Anakin anymore because everyone else has realized something they have in common with Anakin.

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #plo koon #shaak ti #star wars prequels #my fic ideas

[madamemunny]

I need more jealous Alastor in my life. Like. It's a need.

He's in the middle of talking to Charlie about something to do with advertising for the hotel or some other mundane thing and his eyes drift away to the sound of laughter coming from the bar and he looks to see Angel laughing along with Husk and watching as they both seem to get a little to close to each other as Husk recites another story to Angel Dust and Alastor just hates the way the latter listens to every word Husk says when he knows his stories are so. Much. Better.

Charlie notices he isn't paying attention anymore and asks if he's okay, and like a switch, he flips out of his staring and looks back at her, apologizes like a gentleman for having not listening. But even as he continues to talk to her, he can't shake off the agitated mood he's suddenly slipped into nor why it gets increasingly worse every time he hears Angel laugh.

#radiodust #alastor the radio demon #angel dust #huskerdust #softly implied though #hazbin hotel #my fic ideas #munnyspeaks

[matches-only-burn]

AU where kyber crystals get their power from channeling mighty force users that have passed on. Anakin connects to his on Ilum and starts seeing the ghost of the man that partially inhabits his blade.

All of the masters are like, 'oh yes the highly disturbed child we just saved from slavery has an imaginary friend that tracks this is fine' and then they look a little closer and see that a goddamn dyad has formed just from their force signature meeting and it very quickly becomes 'OH SHIT THE HIGHLY DISTURBED CHILD WE JUST SAVED FROM SLAVERY IS ACTUALLY SEEING GHOSTS'

shenanigans ensue

#I'm mostly thinking that like #the amount of someones soul that is in each kyber shard is so small #that no one else gets anything other than a very vague impression of the person from their blade #and then anakin comes along like :) I See Dead People #and everyones just like 'thats very nice small child' #but no #Its a very sad Obi-Wan whos been dead for ten years or so #could be a murder mystery #would definitely be Obikin #because its me what else would you possibly expect #i smell a multichapter fic #obikin #sw #star wars #fanfic #my fic ideas

[lewismccartneys]

rikki left the gold coast after her dad’s death without looking back and emma stayed in england after graduating from university. neither of them expect to find each other again in paris

#just a little something <3 #i’ve had this idea for so long (like most of them but it’s just stayed there for ages #in my mind emma fell in love with paris after she visited there with her family #and living in england was bc she loved it (but also it has good transport links to paris) #rikki chadwick #emma gilbert #rikma #remma #rikki x emma #rikki chadwick x emma gilbert #h2o just add water #moodboards #ideas #my fic ideas #h2o moodboard #h2o just add water moodboard #rikma moodboard #paris fic

[st-dorothy-minority]

I had a beautifully heart wrenching, tragic HH fic idea come to mind on the way home.

Title: "You Are My Joy"

It involves a letter Lucifer writes to Charlie to tell her how much he loves her and is proud of her and that "this has been centuries in the making. It couldn't end any other way"; involves Lucifer and Alastor making a deal; and it involves Lucifer suffering.

Do I write it? 😄

#asking the real questions #Hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #my fic ideas #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #hazbin alastor #angst

[archie-sunshine]

Is it okay to ask for some clubs for the Ratchrod+Drift from the poll? I'm very sane and moderately curious about it.

Always if you're not too busy! I know school can really be something sometimes (sadly)

(ok hold on let me get my notes in order)

So the context of this ask for those that are unaware is that I am currently running a poll on what my next oneshot should be after i finish the 6th chapter of Survey Says-! . you should go vote if you haven't already!!

SO! the idea im working with for my ratchrod+drift(its canonically dratchrod but specifically ratchrod are getting it on in this one) is based very much upon my thoughts on Ratchet- which you can find in this post- namely the fact he had a very slutty phase in college, and hes incredibly experienced, etc etc.

So the way it starts is that ratchet is a little tipsy, and he's spending time with his boys in swerves, and he mentions explains in excruciating detail a fling he had with Thunderclash during college, with the assumption Rodimus knew about his college phase.

rodimus was, in fact, not aware of this.

But being a whore and also at this point in their relationship, not having had sex with ratchet yet, rodimus becomes absolutely obsessed with getting a peek at Ratchet's sexual prowess in the form of having insane kinky sex with him.

Naturally, he makes this ratchet's problem

after a while of annoyance, ratchet gets fed up and tells rodimus he will have kinky sex with him like he wants, on the condition that ratchet is calling the shots and if rodimus can't handle it, its never happening again(half because he doesn't want to risk hurting roddy, half because ratchet is fucking tired and vanilla sex suits him just fine)

Rodimus is fucking ecstatic, Ratchet is already regretting this, Drift isn't allowed to participate(bc ratchet kinda knows how he gets) but is very excited to watch.

The results are pretty predictable from there: Rodimus walks in confident that he'll be fine-

And well- .... struggles to walk out.

But yeah!! thats the fic idea!! I'd have a bunch of kinks in it, lots of different snippets of rodimus getting bullied, ratchet taking way too much pleasure in fucking with him, etc etc.

If you want to see this fic written first, you can go cast your vote in the poll here!

And if you want to ask about my plans for the other fics, you can send me a message in my inbox about which one you want me to expand upon!!

[Tysm for the request! If you have any thoughts, headcanons, compliments, or questions, feel free to send it to my inbox!]

#archie answers #my art #my requests #mtmte #transformers #dratchrod #ratchrod #ratchet #rodimus #drift #valveplug #/nsfw #/nsft #my fic #my fic ideas #lemon #long post #/ long post

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW THOUGHT

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Fic idea: Bounty hunter “games.”

Hunters are bored. Sitting around, drinking, smoking. One of them suggests: “should we play a game?”

Hondo is there. It’s most likely on Florrum this happens.

He pulls out a suitcase full of various item: binders, sabacc cards, dildos, buttplugs, vibrators, rope, etc etc.

“Eh, all right. We can make this work” — Jango probably.

They draw cards, or straws. Cad gets the shortest one. He’s tied to a table, naked. The game is to build a house of cards on his belly and take whatever the others give him at the same time (meaning orgasms or various forms of “gentle torture”).

He loses if he squirms too much and the deck falls.

They draw cards or straws again. The person who wins this round gets to dish out the punishment, dealer’s choice.

It’s Bossk. He chooses to fuck Bane with his two monster reptile dicks but he wants him in his boots and hat. Bane complains but he calls him Nuna-bellied and now he’s gotta prove he’s a man so he agrees and takes the challenge.

By the end of it Bane’s a mess in more ways than one, and Bossk will forever have bragging rights that he made Bane cum and moan his name like “the blue bitch he is.”

#star wars #cad bane #hondo ohnaka #bossk #jango Fett #bounty hunters #aurra is there too #and Dengar #maybe even embo #Star Wars smut #thot thoughts #my fic ideas

[visd3stele]

I also love princess reader x criston but I also enjoy suffering.So,if u up to it,can you write a heartbreaking imagine where criston has to watch his princess getting married(like her father wanted)to someone’s else?That someone can be Daemon (knowing how targaryens are)but only if u are comfortable with that(like the scene when he asks Viserys to wed Rhaenyra to him,but instead he asked for Y/n)if not it can be whoever you wish!Thank you and sorry if its long 🥰🥰

would you look at that, anonny, what a match! haven't written angst in a while and i missed it. so, hope this is painful enough :)

tw: descriptive mentions of smut, forced marriage, forced incest, canon incest, brief awkward mention of Laenor's sexuality (showing a glimpse of canon Criston, but not hateful), lots of hurt no comfort, i think that's all 😅

masterlist ; requests

a/n: can be read as a stand alone or as a continuation of these two: [1]; {2}

Take my heart with you where you go

"I love you," a kiss to Criston's nose. "I love you," another on the corner of his lips. "I love you," your voice sounded childish the way you said it. A bubble of joy have been expanding in the depth of your chest since you first spoke the words. And you couldn't stop saying them. "I love you!" You wanted to shout so the whole Westeros could hear.

Criston laughed, taking your face in his hands. "I love you," he pressed his lips to yours. He let his palm travel to the back of your neck, deepening the hard, passionate touch. The other one sustained his weight as he pulled you above him.

You laid together on Attor's back, your head resting atop of his chest. It was an usual sight in King's Landing skies. A black dragon slicing the clouds without a sound, a knight lounged on his back, one arm beneath his head and another rubbing lovingly over the princess hugging him.

Nothing more than giggles, whispers of devotion, longing gazes and innocents touches ever happened on these rides. A time when you could behave as madly and sweetly in love as you wanted, away from privy eyes and petty gossips.

"I wish I could marry you." Criston sighed, not meaning to voice his thoughts, but so content that his guard fell off.

You perked your head up, prompted on your chin against his shoulder. "Maybe you could."

Attor took an abrupt turn before you could say more and you landed on Criston. "Hello, there," he brushed the h/c strands from your face with a smile. You scoffed adoringly and kissed his chin. The dragon gruffed, as if apologizing for the warry ride.

"I think Attor is getting tired."

"You're right," you said, getting up. "Let's take this good boy back home, shall we?" You sweetened your voice like talking to a baby, caressing the scales on the dragon's head.

Criston shook his head. He couldn't get enough of your bond with the majestic predator. "You Targaryens are an odd kind."

"You seem to like odd."

He circled your waist, dropping a wet kiss to your neck. "Odd is the best. What did you mean when you said we could get married?"

Turning to face him, you beamed, a smile so large it couldn't fit on your face, and yet it barely contained all your happiness.

"My sister Rhaenyra is the heir. My father has taken a new wife with whom he had new children. My uncle Daemon is ever so present in the court life." Your voice grew higher and higher as excitement settled in your heart. "I'm neglectable royal weight. There's no need for me, I don't have to be a princess and play the throne games. I can convince father to let me be with you. He did say I can pick my husband, and you are a court's favorite, oh, brave knight."

Against his better judgement, Criston allowed the seed of hope take root in the center of his very being. The same night, it withered and died.

As you closed in the palace, a lit room caught your interest. The quiet dragon brought you closer to a window, letting you have a view of an angry Viserys towering over Daemon, a knife pushed into the flesh of the prince's neck.

Criston and you shared a worried, confused look. Neither of you could make out the low growls the king barked at his brother, nor the answers Daemon spit back.

"It is not my daughter you lust for!" Viserys roared, so sudden a sound, sharp in the peaceful night, it made you wince. "It is my throne."

Then silence again, as your uncle sought to pacify your father.

"What do you think led to this?"

You knitted your brows in thought. A vision of your older sister and Daemon on the streets of King's Landing, sneaking around like fools in love, so eagerly passing you over to the knight you happened to love. The look they both had before entering that brothel. "Rhaeny, what in the skies above!" You muttered.

"I think my sister and my uncle fucked." You said matter of factly. It wasn't unusual in your family, as you were well aware of. The thought of uncle and niece had no effect on you, as it did on Ser Cole – who scrunched his nose, mouth agape in disgust. No, it was the power Daemon always seemed to have had over your sister that worried you. The way Rhaenyra looked up to him ever since you were little girls, training baby dragons to listen to your will. How easily it could be for your uncle to take advantage of that!

It barely ever happened, but you agreed with your father. Daemon must be using your sister, the heir, to get to the throne! And the thought angered you so, that a single word burned in your skull: dracarys.

Criston landed a comforting weight on your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder blades soothingly. But his blood turned to ice no dragon fire could melt as he froze on his feet at Viserys' next fit of rage.

"Y/n is too young to marry!"

You? Why would he ask of you? The same questions roamed the wintered lands of Ser Cole's numbed mind. You nibbled at your lips, his own wobbled in futile attempts to form words. Matching furrowed eyebrows and watery eyes locked in the distant embrace of forbidden, doomed lovers. One that time oversaw many a years so far, and will continue to do so for the rest of days until there shall be no more hearts to break at the dusk of worlds.

Daemon spoke louder now as well. "You parade her around Westeros as a prize for noble lords with Rhaenyra not long ago."

"You haven't shown any interest in my y/n so far. Where does this come from?"

A pause. So long you thought your life has ended over and over again, being reborned every single time, cursed back to this place, bound to your misery. Tears pierced your eyes, tells of anger and fear. You couldn't leave the window until you knew your faith. One, you hoped, you still could decide for yourself. Surely your father wouldn't allow Daemon have his way!

"What can I say, brother, love strikes like an assassin in the night."

You rolled your eyes, tensing under Criston't hands. Daemon didn't love you, he never even liked you. In fact, you suspected for a long time he hated your guts. Except, you couldn't figure out why.

No, this must have something to do with Rhaenyra. She chose a husband to strengthen her claim to the throne. Laenor Velaryon.

"Maybe he tries to make her jealous. Could he be in love with Rhaeny, after all? Not just her power?"

You didn't realize you mused over your thoughts out loud until Criston tightened his grip on you, answering your questions. "Greedy worm," he seethed. "Both, most likely."

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister is to marry Ser Laenor Velaryon, is she not? After a trip around the kingdoms, meeting the most noticeable lords, she picks the one who is rumored to have... other preferences? A marriage of convenience with someone who wouldn't care what adventures she might have, as he himself would seek men to bed. A fragile union..."

"That Daemon can exploit. Have my sister and the reigns of the realm," you finished for your lover as realization of his implies settled in. In all the chaos of your plagued mind, you couldn't help feel bad for Ser Laenor. He deserved happiness next to someone he loved. It was the only anchor you managed to hold onto as your ship's chains rustied and broke one by one.

"I promised them both they can choose their partner," Viserys finally replied. "If she agrees..."

"She won't." Daemon stated simply, not at all bothered by the thought. "But you know it's the best for our house. With me as the future queen's sister husband, my input on Rhaenyra's claim to the throne will be more appreciated. You have sons now, brother. Both whom will be favored over the princess. We need to protect her by any means."

You knew your fate was sealed with those words. The words of a snake, rather than a dragon. Viserys fell in Daemon's carefully laid out trap. He loved you both, but Rhaenyra, the oldest, the princess who shared an interest in ruling, the one he could see himself into, despite the striking manners of your mother she embodied – her, he favored.

The king would do anything for his heir to the throne. Including offering you – your life, destiny, being – away on a silver platter.

"Criston," the tears broke free now, streaming down your burning face with such force they scratch your cheeks and pierced your collarbone when they fell from your chin. You tried to keep your voice below a whisper, but sobs and cries knotted in your neck from the bottom of your core begged to be released. Just like you wanted to shout your love to the world with all your might and soul minutes earlier – it felt like ages ago – now your body needed to release its distraction to the designers of it.

Your mouth opened and closed several times, desperately trying to say something. But what felt like sharp rocks grown on your lungs and trachea chocked you. So you shook your head in helplessness. Fists bowled at your sides, two ends of stiff arms pushed forward to sustain a crumbling spine.

Criston has been hurt in battle before. Hit in the head, metal slashing his calves or chest, pierced through his gut by thick two-blades swords. Yet nothing felt like this. His vision went blurry, as if his brain was closing off against any painful reality. Unaware of himself, the knight clenched his teeth. So hard a clash, grinding against each other, the enamel sparked with a rattled whine.

Attor flew away, passing by your window so you could unmount him safely. The dragon yelped at your pain, head held down mimicking your own defeated posture.

Ser Criston wrapped you in his arms. A lie of a beautiful dream. His chin rested on your head in a calming position, but you could feel the spasm of his chest, holding back his sobs. His fingers dugded in you, wanting to bring you closer. To forge your body with his and never letting you go. Forever together, no one able to separate you.

Similar thought flood your brain. You fisted his clothes, his hair, pulling tight and hard with each new wave of ache crushing over the sand of your soul. You kept your mouth shout to muffle your cries, not wanting to bring attention to what would be the last intimate scene you shared with the man you love. Eyes wide open in a poor attempt to dry the tears, breathing on your nose, sniffing his scent deep in your being, hoping to take carry it with you forever.

You clung to him as you would a snipping thread, dangling over a bottomless chasm. With each passing second bringing morning closer, the thread unraveled, its rippling sound an echo in your empty heart.

Criston burned. With anger for the Targaryen prince, imagining himself killing Daemon in that tournament instead of merely pushing him off the horse. With fury at the king for having no care of your being, treating you like a pawn in his scheems. With love, bright, shiny love for you. Only for you. Never could be someone else in your stead. Y/n, the dragon princess who not only tamed his heart, but caused it to imprint on her. You were his light, his joy, his future, his home. And now, knowing he'll lose you, Criston was left hollow.

"I love you so much. Can't love anyone but you." You sniffled.

He nodded. "You have my heart in the palm of your hands, y/n. Don't forget it, keep it with you wherever life may lead you."

"Of course." You brought your hands to his face, brushing your thumb over his wet cheeks. He gave you a sad smile, wiping tears off your chin with his thumb.

When you kissed for one last time, your wet lips were peppered in salt. You have tasted each other off your the other's mouth. In your nights of making love, the whiteness of your orgasms smeared on your faces. Licking, kissing, sucking it off each other. An euphoria of feeling every part of each other's bodies driving you both to the heights of pleasure and adoration.

The taste of tears drove you both mad again. Though very differently. No pleasure, but instead desperation. No adoration, but feral love of two souls ripped apart with savageness, crushing within their own.

Blood mingled in your mouths when you bite each other's lips. Crazy to unite your essences. Teeth clinked, tongues tied to one another, noses nuzzled each other's cheeks. Roaming hands bruised your bodies as you shared one last night of love.

In the morning, Ser Cole was gone. Ghosts of his touches, his kisses, the only things you had left of him. And the helmet you stole on your first night together sitting on your nightstand like a solemn trinket of ancient times – named the golden days by many – that old souls miss so much.

In the afternoon you learned he joined the Night's Watch, vowing off marriage, children, family and love. Vowing off the image of you, for none other could represent these in his life.

By evening, you were wed. You have put out a show of force, resisting as much as you could. Rhaenyra has been kept away. She would have helped you, or at least share your hate for your vile husband. No matter. The two Targaryen men had their way.

Lone in his black fur, in his new bed, Ser Cole willed his eyes open. The journey to the Wall was long, tiresome. He stubbornly insisted to walk all the way to his new home. Every time his eyelids united, he'd see your body dressed only in candle lights. Your mouth parted in soft moans, lips spread in wide smiles. And Daemon in his place. Your blissed out face would turn to knitted brows, pain and cries erasing the reverence he worshipped you with. As the vile prince took you for his own pleasure, wife duties and selfish plans.

Criston shuddered with no one to see it. Or if they did, they never questioned it. He dragged his void body through life, not a single conscious thought to spark emotion in him. What could he feel with, now that his heart was gone?

You never resumed your nightly flies, visiting Attor only to talk to him and gather your shrads of heart together for a short while. How could you fly (freedom) when you were caged as never before? Your spirit died, taking in the rust you religiously cleaned off Criston's helmet every day.

Y/n Targaryen, the dream who never lived. The queen who could have been. The realm's poisoned dragon.

#ser criston #ser criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole #my fic ideas #my fic #my fic writing #my wriitng #my words #my writing

[snicker-doodles]

MLC AU Part 1

What if Di Feisheng realized that Li Xiangyi was poisoned mid battle and decided to stop fighting but LXY was too far gone and accidentally stabbed him somewhere fatal before losing consciousness

What if Yun Biqiu regretted his decision to poison LXY and went to find the styx flower to cure him immediately after the fight (of course after he faked LXY’s death to buy more time and keep him safe)

Imagine LXY waking up cured of his poison and had actually calmed down so he could think clearly, started to investigate and found everything out about Shan Gudao and his plans

Imagine SGD laughing in his final moments saying “aren’t you just like me shidi? didn’t you say you trusted your beloved to be a good man and for him to uphold the truce, but ended up killing him without giving him a chance to explain? what does that make you?”

Imagine LXY being so heartbroken he decided that he would die too, but he wanted to be buried next to DFS so he still spent the next decade away from jianghu and pretended to be Li Lianhua to find his A Fei’s body to no avail

However, what if DFS is actually alive? what if Jiao Liqiao fished him out of the sea and tried to save him, but in her desperation ended up bringing him back to Di fortress to ask for a miracle cure that might save his life

What if DFS survives but loses his memory and ended up being made into a killing machine for the nanyin royalist using the karmic bug?

Imagine LXY finally finding out that DFS is alive when the remnants of the nanyin royalist found him to ask him to join the rebellion and make him their emperor

Between the world and his beloved, it’s a pretty easy decision for LXY, so of course he uses his blood to kill the bug and free DFS

Imagine LXY still feeling guilty about everything so he runs away after everything is over because he’s afraid DFS will hate him when he got his memory back

Imagine DFS finally getting his memory back and ended up being the one chasing LXY around so they can get married cause for him his beloved can do no wrong and he just doesn’t give a fuck

MLC AU Part 2

#feihua #mysterious lotus casebook #li xiangyi #di feisheng #just an idea I got floating around #would be fun to watch an angst fest where LXY mourns DFS for a decade #loool #my fic ideas

[clawbehavior]

gaon pushing yohan up against the wall with a blade against his throat. and yohan lets him

#gahan #kang yohan #kim gaon #my fic ideas #my ficlets

[maeve-on-mustafar]

I’ve seen a billion and one fics of Anakin getting torn to shreds by other Jedi for daring to have a positive opinion of Qui-Gon Jinn because that’s personally offensive to Obi-Wan, and other fics where Anakin is going around the Temple loudly announcing that he loves Qui-Gon more and would have preferred him as his master instead of Obi-Wan, and then he gets torn to shreds for that.

(Even though 1. that was never a thing in either canon or Legends, 2. by the time Anakin was 12, his own feelings on Qui-Gon were pretty complex, and 3. an ongoing theme of Legends and canon was Anakin feeling like a burden to Obi-Wan and like Obi-Wan didn’t actually want him.)

But you know what? Give me the fic where Obi-Wan has grown to only see Anakin’s mistakes, and other Jedi point out Anakin’s accomplishments. Give me the fics where Obi-Wan despairs of Anakin’s uncouth nature and lack of cultural refinement due to growing up on Tatooine, and other Jedi appreciate Anakin’s knowledge of illegal Outer Rim activities or ability to speak languages not common in the Republic or ability to not only emphasize with those oppressed but also recognize the best way to help them. Give me the fics where Obi-Wan is complaining about Anakin’s “unique” approach to rules or the Jedi Code or general etiquette, and other Jedi point out to him, that yeah, Anakin grew up in a completely different environment than the Jedi Temple, and therefore he’s not going to have the views or opinions or behaviors as kids who were sheltered and privileged growing up and don’t know the same hardships he did.

You know that scene in AOTC where Obi-Wan is complaining about Anakin and doubting his abilities and Mace Windu stops him and is like, “My decision is final, the Council agrees with me, and also, have you considered that Anakin is really fucking talented?" Just give me scene after scene of that.

Less “Anakin gets torn to filth for daring to think fondly of Qui-Gon Jinn” and more “The Jedi are Anakin’s found family and help him grow and take the time to understand his trauma.”

#anakin skywalker #star wars prequels #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #my fic ideas #jedi positivity #jedi culture