#no shade or blame to the person who wrote this by the way!

[appalachianapologies]

There are many new friends on the archive, and many are young and have only known social media, which is why I wanted to say something!

Ao3 does not have an algorithm! It isn't a social media site, it's an archive.

Posting fics on Tumblr isn't the same as posting fics on Ao3

Ao3 is like a giant virtual bookshelf, and everyone is able to add their own stories to the bookshelf, all stored with different tags and different fandoms. Works are automatically sorted by newest to oldest, but filters, looking at bookmarks, and using the search function can change that.

Certain works are not pushed to the top like social media posts. More kudos and reads don't push a single work to more viewers by some algorithm. Unless otherwise filtered, works will be at the top of the page based on how recent it was posted.

Smaller fandoms get less views, less kudos, less bookmarks, and larger fandoms get more simply because of the number of people inside the fandom.

Ao3 is a giant virtual bookshelf- there is no algorithm, and there is no man behind the shelf pushing certain books forward.

Happy reading, and if you'd like to have more people notice a fic, why not share it with them! Send a dm to a fandom friend and it might turn into one of their favorite fics!

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[esther-dot]

While I agree with Ary@ killing Dany, what I don't understand why Jon will take her blame and get punished while she will end up her own adventure? Why would narrative punished Jon for Ary@ actions? Why would even killing Dany be considered as crime? While I know show ending is similar to books but Jon taking Ary@ blame and punished is not narratively good. Its worse than show. Also it will plot armour for Ary@.

I'm not convinced Arya kills Dany, but if she does, I agree with you. Jon taking the blame wouldn't work for me. Others have speculated that Arya tries to poison Dany, and my supposition is that she does, Dany doesn't die, Jon goes on to kill her. That way, it wouldn't be Jon taking the blame for Arya a la Lady being killed in the place of her losing a hand or Nymeria being killed, but it is reminiscent of the Trident incident in a way, with Arya striking the first blow in a fight to protect someone, and someone else jumping in to protect her.

I expect there will be a lot of connections to AGOT in the endgame so a reference, rather than a full redux works for me. Bran is endgame king, and the first chapter of AGOT is Ned teaching him about justice. We have the kingslayer attempting to kill him in AGOT which is another clue. I believe Martin when he says he knew the endgame way back when, so I’m guessing, many answers are there from the beginning. I recently wrote this about how Jon killing Dany fits in with AGOT Ned:

I think Jon is more likely to be the one to successfully kill her, and in a way that calls to mind Ned's opinion on it, See her tears, hear her last words. That would allow Martin to make sure we see it as just/moral, bring home the Targ v Targ issue, and it shades Ned's decisions and values in a very interesting way. After s8 fans said Ned was wrong to fight against killing Dany in s1, but Martin thinks he was right to object to killing children, so for the two Targ children he was protecting in AGOT (Dany and Jon) to come face to face and one kill the other prevents the conclusion that Ned was wrong. It was the same mercy, the same refusal to see the child of an enemy as an enemy, that saved the boy who will in turn save Westeros. IMO, it's a way to uphold the belief in mercy. I tend to think it’s also Martin’s way of addressing one his questions about his beloved LOTR (what about orc babies etc). (link)

I haven't developed more thoughts on that, but that's where I am at the moment. I talked about some possible foreshadowing with "the dead man's revenge" as well.

Another reason why I object to Arya being the killer is that she is currently operating outside of Ned’s teachings about justice, so I don’t think her killing Dany fits within that initial, crucial theme. It being hard to do the act is an essential part of the struggle with mercy/justice. Someone like Jon on the other hand would provide an opportunity for Martin to wrap up his convo in a thoughtful, albeit complex, way.

Why would even killing Dany be considered as crime?

This is another reason to suspect it will be Jon. Dany will have invaded and burned KL and made a nuisance of herself, I can't imagine how the public would view killing her as a bad thing unless it were someone killing her in socially condemned context ie kinslaying, oathbreaking etc.

I mentioned the other day, Jaime has a horrible rep, but then we find out what Aerys was planning which is a layer of complexity for his characterization, and we also find out that he was ordered to kill his dad so then that's another wrinkle. He goes from without honor, to something admirable, to a blend of several motivations, to something human. I expect Dany's death to involve as many layers. It makes the sense to me that her death involves oathbreaking/betrayal, that doing the right thing marks the killer as a man without honor by some, and that he has a personal motivation as well. The only way to have any layers with the killing of Dany (when it will be so clearly right/necessary after she burns KL) is if it's Jon. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Of course, in all fairness, if people really don’t give a fuck when Dany is taken out (and we know Bran will be king so whatever happens, the Starks end up on power and with a good rep), it’s possible Arya kills her with no repercussions, maybe because, no one knows she did it. If that happens, it could be that Arya’s actions allow Jon to get the family and home he’s always wanted which is certainly, a much happier, more desirable ending for many of us. No plot armor, just a nice little culmination of her training.

But I need to reiterate, it seems increasingly unlikely we will ever get ADOS (shush, we are getting TWOW!), none of us will ever be proven right or wrong, so we don’t need to stress about different thoughts on the endgame. We each kinda get to choose our own ending (within reason!) 😅

#dot chat #anti daenerys #anti daenerys targaryen #stark v targ #asoiaf speculation

[fire-but-ashes-too]

(Writerblr) intro post!

Hi! welcome to my blog! this is my (very late) writerblr/general/artblr intro, or just somewhere with all my general informations :)

please, go on and read *bows*

☆ Ash is my name on here and i go by she/her

★ Im a teen writer and artist, but i dream of acting

☆ im from italy

★ pan ace and quoiromantic (or wtfromantic its the same) (im still kinda questioning tho??? probs demiromantic??? idk?? feelings r weird atm)

☆ entp and introvert

★ im always up for tag games or stuff like that :)

☆ recently added tags! #ash writes- my writing ofc #ash and her rants- just me talking abt random stuff could be anything serious or not #ash on fire- probs me fangirling over something lol i may get overexcited beware

★ i relate to a spiritual and psychological level to black cats and all theur other forms (aka regulus black, tori spring, aristotle mendoza etc etc etc)

i mostly write fantasy or fanfiction, but sometimes i engage in various genres as mystery, dystopian or surrealism :)

★ So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

genre: fanfiction

audience: general/ teen and up

tropes: rivals to lovers, college AU, slow burn, a lot of fencing, paris✨

cw/tw: past rape/non con, ptsd, homophobia, wounds/blood

progress: i try to update every week but nothing's promised 🥲

snippet here:

Years ago he’d learned to mask his handwriting, so now he could easily forge any handwriting he wanted, if he was given a good example of it being used. There was something extremely interesting in how each person connected two letters to each other. How they wrote an “ar” was different from how they would write an “or”, how much the words were apart from each other and how much pressure they put in the paper told a lot about someone, to him it was like zodiac signs. He didn’t always have to copy other handwritings, not unless he wanted to throw the blame on that person. He just had to invent a brand new writing style, and be careful to not slip his between the cracks. And that’s exctly what he did in the letter. Before Jesper could finish his monologue about how much he had missed out in the past few months holed up in his office, a blackmail threat was ready to be closed inside the paper envelope, just the signature was missing, but he didn’t bother to add it. A proper threat always had to be anonymous, it was always better to give as little information you could. Everything could be used against you. The maroon wax sealed the opening with a satisfying fizzling and a single wisp of smoke. The clock chimed on the wall, it was already 6 pm, he had to go finish some assignments.

(previously titled: questionable decisions)

☆ The Rogue

genre: fantasy, dystopian

audience: teen and up

setting: a fantasy world im currently busy (trying) building

progress: just vibes really, two mainc characters, a couple sides and an outline plus one of the first chapters, not much really but im working on it

characters:

anne: the rogue from where i took the title.

shes a 17 y/o girl who lives in a bunker in a forest, on the run from the government as she's a "high traitor and liar who must be destroyed".

she has the ability to modify her face and appereance for a while and she has a prosthetic arm connected to her virtual friend Indigo.

thanks to it she's able to teleport and keep track of various things.

alexander: the son of the dictator, he's lived his life in a bubble until 2 years ago, when he finally managed to get more social contacts with people and (slightly) catch up on what he's missed, behind his father's back of course.

he meets anne when she's captured and figures she's his best shot at escaping his father domain.

snippet:

This time, she materialised in the shadows behind a bulding, which gave her enough cove for her to shift her facial features. Her nose a little bigger, her hair some shades brighter, her eyes more elongated and greener than the grass growing outside her doorstep and a splash of freckles to top it all off. It was way harder to do it without a mirror, and way more dangerous. For all she knew, she could’ve been looking like a girl with a fish head, and she didn’t know if that would be better or worse than looking like herself. Anne took out a hat and a silk scarf, she wrapped it around her neck and jumped in a group of tourists gazing at the city. In no time she was in the square, vendor’s stands circling her, colourful flags waving in the wind. She could’ve stayed like that for ever, stuck in the memories of her old life, but she knew it couldn’t last forever.

★ Flowers and Homicide

genre: mystery

audience: general

cw/tw: blood, dead bodies, autopsies

main character: Giada

she's a forensics student who one day stumbles (metaphorically) over a dead body in her neighbour's lawn and starts investigating.

progress: actually finished but in italian sadly so in the translation process

☆ Confessions of a timeless man

genre: short story, surrealistic

audience: teen and up

content warning: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression

plot summary: a man is stuck living the same day over and over, after almost 10 years there, he tries to escape his curse by killing himself

progress: completed XD

(here's my ao3 btw)

you want to know more about me! why than you, here you go!

★ my favourite artists are Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Marina, Lana del Rey, Sabrina Carpenter, Mother Mother and Billie Eilish (theres more but i cant remember whoops)

☆ i have a veryyyy slight synesthesia

★ other than writing, art-ing and reading i love baking/cooking and crocheting

☆ theatre kid over here, always up for screaming my lungs out

★ uhhh im a vegetarian

☆ i know a scary amount about death and murder (especially poisons)

★ i dont have a specific vibe, it usually changes every few months or so

☆ i probably have anxiety but ive never been to therapy so idk 💀

★ always up for fangirling :3 (im in too many fandoms *cries* buuut im most active on pjo, marauders, grishaverse and osemanverse, musicals and some books that i have boards for on my pinterest :D)

☆ i am terribly scared of insects, needles and dogs

★ my (quite unusual) sport is aerial dance, a circus speciality that looks really cool but is acctually really painful

☆ my pinterest, spotify and goodreads if by some reason you're really interested in the chaotic human being that i am :)

thank you for reading this farrr🥹🥹

have a great day/night/life/existence/other :D

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[solarwoniii]

OUR SPRING, OUR BLOSSOM !? na kamden written fanfiction

chapter one ; i think he's fine

your opinion on na kamden?

he was fine. you barely knew him anyways.

he was just the quiet boy who sat at the back of class by himself, who you occasionally saw at the cafe you worked at.

sometimes you would try to shoot him a smile whenever he glanced in your direction. he would almost immediately divert his gaze from yours whenever it happened.

which you had no issue with. he was clearly an introvert. you understood him. you were once there. all by yourself. and it wasn't easy.

sometimes you still felt like you were all by yourself.

which was dumb. because you were anything but all by yourself. you were loved and cherished and envied by almost every single person in the school.

your family was filthy rich. and you were grateful for all of it. you had strived to be here. you weren't always here.

you used to be just like na kamden. just a normal middle-class student trying to get through high school. surrounded by no one a lot of the time and constantly sitting at the back of the class so you weren't disturbed. bullied for the things that were out of your control. the punching bag for all the popular kids for no apparent reason.

sometimes you really wanted to be his friend.

clearly the stars had aligned to grant you your little wish.

you set your things down on the table space beside him.

"looks like we're partners!" you smiled, sitting down. kamden looked awkwardly at you.

"yeah."

the silence was defeaning.

you gulped.

in all of your life, english had always been your favourite subject because it was the easiest to you.

so, it surprised you when for the first time, you were finding yourself worrying that this wasn't going to be an easy project.



DAYS LATER . . .



progress had started.

although it wasn't a lot.

you had done work during class, at least.

but your extroverted senses craved more. you didn't like not talking.

and you wanted to talk to kamden. you wanted to be his friend.

clearly he didn't feel the same.

you didn't blame him. the poor boy was probably traumatised from the relentless bullying he received from all the popular people like you. if you were him, you wouldn't want to be friends with yourself either.

what could you do that could possibly show him that you didn't have the same intentions as the rest?

in the midst of your deep thought, your pencil slipped out of the grip of your fingers.

you watched as it rolled across the desk to kamden's side. as his fingers reached to grab it, your own flew on top of his out of instinct.

oh.

his pupils dilated as you quickly retracted your hand. he put the pencil back on top of your notebook.

you were one of the most popular girl in school. you'd talked to plenty boys before.

crushed on them.

hugged them.

kissed them.

gotten heartbroken by them.

forgotten them.

repeat cycle.

but there was something about this tiny interaction that made your heart soar.

stop it, y/n. you don't even know him.

but now you wished you did.

you found yourself staring as the sun shone in from the window, illuminating him and his pretty face. his eyelids heavy as he read. his lips just slightly agape as he wrote. his cheeks a warm shade of peach from the interaction prior.

you could get used to this.

the bell rang soon after. it was lunch now. you had probably five minutes to get your things together, buy yourself food and then run to your student council meeting.

you stopped by the bathroom on your way to your locker bay, probably losing you a whole minute before you finally arrived.

as you started to put your books away, some commotion from the hallway made you draw yourself back.

a large crowd had formed around two people.

you recognised one of the voice yelling instantly.

it was chulsoo. you'd known her for your whole life, way before your family's business had received all the traction it now got today. she had been your enemy since you were both just little kids in taekwondo class.

she was constantly getting into arguments and fights with everyone and their mother. this was nothing new. she seemed to have an issue with every person she knew. you included.

you ignored it. she wasn't worth anyone's time. someone with status would come along to break this up at any point and she would be shaking in her boots and apologising like she meant none of it. which was always entirely untrue. but all that mattered to the people like her in your school was status.

your attention went back to your locker.

"who even is that guy? what did he do to chulsoo?" you heard someone ask.

you really could care less.

"he's na kamden from class a." someone else replied.

your head shot around so fast you almost hit your face on your locker door.

you quickly ran over, pushing yourself through the crowd of students with their phones out, recording the whole thing.

there he was. kamden was on the floor, his entire backpack with all of his belongings being emptied out on top of his head, in front of everyone by chulsoo.

"hey." you spoke up, standing in front of kamden before she could touch him again.

"y/n." chulsoo wasn't surprised that you would ever go against her like this. it had happened many times now.

your eyes found a pair of smashed glasses on the floor. you gritted your teeth, kneeling down and picking them up.

"were you the cause of this?" you questioned, inspecting the cracked lens and the broken off arm of the glasses.

"yeah, i was. so what?"

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"wrong with me?" she scoffed, "this idiot can't even watch where he's going." she pointed to kamden behind you, who was clearly willing to do anything to get out of that hallway, quickly taking all of his things and stuffing them back into his backpack. you felt so horrible for him. nobody deserved to have to deal with chulsoo.

"are you really so entitled? you of all people should know that people make mistakes. you're making them all the time!"

she looked behind her, to one of her friends who were recording.

"miyeon, are you hearing this? i think y/n likes this loser!" she laughed.

the urge to kick her was strong.

but you were better than that. you were an advanced matrial artist only for good. you would never stoop down to chulsoo's level like that.

"listen, chulsoo. if i see you anywhere near kamden again, i will get my father to make the heftiest donation this school has ever seen and get you out of this damn place in the blink of an eye. do i make myself clear?" you threatened, feeling the rage burn in your eyes.

chulsoo rolled her eyes and laughed.

"i broke his glasses because they clearly don't work. he bumped into me, and i taught him a lesson, simple as that. he's a pathetic loser with no friends, y/n."

"don't call him that."

"or what? are you gonna call daddy to come and fix your mess because you cant fend for yourself?"

you didn't know what to say that would fully convey the anger you were feeling at this moment.

but actions speak louder than words, right?

sometimes you wished your brain thought faster than your taekwondo trained hands.

you slapped her across the face, chulsoo's eyes widening from shock.

you quickly brought your own quivering hand back.

what had you done?

you had broken your one rule.

you had stooped down to her level.

her fisted hand raised, intention clear as they zoomed to your face at the speed of light. normally you would defend yourself. but you felt you deserved it this time. you squinted your eyes, preparing to get beat up on front of everyone, before her punch was stopped by a hand from behind you.

your eyes shot to your best friend, park hanbin, who was now stood beside you, holding chulsoo's punch just before your face. if he was any later you would have definitely broken your nose. thankfully today you didn't have to wish farewell to your sense of smell.

"what the fuck?" chulsoo yelled, as hanbin put her hand down, holding the back of your collar and dragging you behind so you wouldn't get yourself into anymore trouble.

"god, y/n. you need to stop getting into fights." he sighed, "chulsoo, why can't you just leave people alone?"

finally.

someone with status to break this up. clearly you weren't smart enough to do that. that the lord for hanbin.

"h-hanbin, i-"

"leave it. and leave these two alone, okay? we don't want what happened last time to reoccur, do we?"

the audience around you gasped, and then 'oohed' at the tension. chulsoo hung her head and bowed.

"i'm sorry!"

"i'm not the one you should be apologising to." he said, "just get going, okay?"

you had never seen chulsoo and her friends run away so fast.

your best friend, park hanbin was just intimidating when he was mad.

he looked to the crowd of people still watching.

"alright everyone, fight's over. let's go." he smiled passively. the students quickly dispersed through the hallway. it was moments like these which reminded everyone of the reason why hanbin was the perfect student body president.

hanbin looked back at you.

"are you alright? she didn't do anything to you guys, right?"

you held up the broken glasses to him.

"god. i can't believe her." he looked down at kamden, "y/n and i are on the student council. we can get this reported if you want?"

"yeah! i've known chulsoo my whole life, her dad is strict as hell. he'll probably get her to buy you a new pair! it's a win-win, you get brand new glasses and chulsoo learns not to mess with you again." you smiled. hanbin scoffed.

"never put 'chulsoo' and 'learns' in the same sentence again. she doesn't learn, she never will."

"hm, that's true. what else can we do, then?"

kamden rose to his feet, taking the glasses.

"it's okay, i have a spare pair in my locker."

"really?" your eyebrows knitted together from confusion, "b-but glasses aren't cheap! she completely destroyed yours, you can't just let her get away with that."

"it's fine. really. i need to get to my locker now." he muttered.

he started to walk away, and you wanted nothing more than to run after him to convince him otherwise. he couldn't just let her off the hook like this.

hanbin put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you back.

"let him. c'mon, we have a meeting to get to."

"but- !"

"no buts." he sighed, dragging you as he walked, "you know it's not possible to help every single person in the world, right y/n? sometimes it's okay to let things go."

you grumbled, "what kind of student body vice president would i be if i did that?"

"a normal one. who doesn't let every single person around them affect them."

"chulsoo was being a bitch! i'm not going to just stand by and watch my classmate getting completely harassed and humiliated in front of everyone." you argued, "i was there once. i of all people know how difficult it is to be bullied. i wanna help where i can."

hanbin smiled.

"you're amazing, y/n."

of course everything you had said was true. nobody deserved to be treated that way because of a harmless mistake that could've been easily resolved with a simple 'sorry'.

but deep down, you knew there was another reason why you had been so bold to do that.

after all, you never really cared for chulsoo and her constant cravings to hurt other people. she never changed. no matter how many times you lectured her about the importance of being kind to everyone, no matter how many times her father would scold and punish her for doing the wrong thing, no matter how many times she got suspended from school because of the way she treated people, she always went back to the same chulsoo.

and you had come to terms with this a while ago.

of course, if you saw a student being bullied by her, you would step in and protect them just the same way you had done so today.

but there was something else about today's incident which lurked in your head. a want. no, this was a need. a need to be there for him. a need to protect him.

whatever this need was, it was quickly growing.

you had work after school today. you hoped that you'd see kamden there again.

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[nash-dara]

GLIDE

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Friends to Potential Lovers

Characters:

Reader (nickname: Bambi)

Bucky Barnes

Avengers (mentioned)

Friday

SUMMARY: You and Bucky are left alone in the tower and you got bored being put in the side line.

Tag/Warning: Swear words, a little bit of angst(?), comfort fluff, not Beta'd (I don't know how to Tag/Warning sorry)

Author's Note: It's my first time writing a fanfiction and I wanted to give it a go. So if ever I miss something or there's something wrong please let me know. Enjoy reading!

AN2: Originally this was one of the exercises given to me by my instructor in my class in Creative Writing/Non-Fiction where we write about a situation with our crush - Well, my crush is Bucky, so I wrote about him. (Bucky is not only my crush but my loml)

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The shade of the sunlight bounces back to the cold ground as I walk barefoot toward the Avengers Common Room. It's late afternoon and the sun is slowly setting, I don't know if it's really just the amazing architecture of this tower or it's just simply the climate change working its way to healing itself but it's still hot in here, and somehow it sits well with how the tiled floor of the compound feels cold. It just reminds me of the comfort exuded by the cuddle of someone as we lay to each other during movie night.

    

Bucky and I can be called friends, he's the first person who didn't feel repulsed after I introduced myself— well maybe he's worried, I mean I don't blame him since my powers are kinda weird to think of. Being able to jump out of nowhere, or control something mundane, I would be afraid of myself if I don't know who I am. I have tons of issues—Well who doesn't have any anyway. He's warry but after 2 months of chatting, continuously pestering the living out of him. I knew I would grow on him and he will warm up. After all, I use a special trick on him, Food.

No one in their right mind will refuse the delicacy of something made by me.

"Agent Bambi, the ETA for the team's arrival is 21:00"

    I almost trip to the sound of Friday's echoing voice as she announced an update about the arrival of the team. They've gone to one of Hydra's underground facilities to check if something is up since scans show that frequent movements are happening right there. I wanted to go there too but Tony put me on the bench since I got injured last mission.

I got scrap... but Tony and Steve being the Mother Goose they are told me to lay it off and take a rest- and accompany Bucky since he got it bad last time. Seeing the bloody chair where he was put, is not a great thing to see and not a great way to deliver someone into a trip to memory lane.

I lean into the large island counter, pondering what might just come out of the AI's mouth - If Friday even has a mouth. "Come again, Fri?"

"The team's ETA is 21:00 as of the moment, boss says they'll take a detour to prevent any retrace of location."

It makes sense that they will take a detour since I heard from Nat 5 hours ago that movements are happening, well it's not Hydra if they did not take passion into their glorified motto "Cut one head, two will grow" a bunch of sh*ts.

    I stretched my arms before I answer, "Okii, tell Bucky that too, and keep me posted. Thank you, Fri"

"No problem, Agent Bambi"

    I spot a half-eaten banana laying at the top of the counter, I forgot I'm eating a banana when I rush to the lobby when they call to remind me that I have a package downstairs. I picked it up planning to continue eating it.

Seeing no one would judge me anyway after all I'm alone right now since Buck-buck is holding himself hostage in his room. Then I remember the remaining banana in the fridge — maybe I can whip something from the ingredients right here. As I scavenge the fridge to look for the freaking banana, I  see it, a banana so over-ripe, only 1 great thing can come out. Rushing feeling of great success like I just finished an experiment and won a Nobel Peace Prize for the thought that slide into my mind, feeling like there was a light bulb on top of it. I yelled out of nowhere

"Banana Bread!"

    This just fucking hit all my dilemmas right now, I forgot to write the report Steve has been nagging me to continue, I'm bored, I'm hungry and Buck's doing his own me time. With this precious banana bread, I can coax Steve from his lengthy speech of self-responsibility in finishing that mission report, this banana bread will ease my boredom, will make my belly happy, and last but not least help lighten the gnawing feeling that's been looming in Bucky's Room.

    One thing I know, food solves everything.

"Friday, can you please play some music? Thank you!"

"Playing Speak Now (Taylor's Version) Album"

    As I prepare the ingredients and the tools I will need while dancing to the tunes of the music being played. Something came up to my mind, this will be great if I add chocolate chips and if I partnered it with Hot or Cold Choco. While I'm cracking the egg in the bowl in front of me, I turn to open the fridge and get milk for the choco drink when I turned back I notice that messes starting to come to the counter.

I sidestep to look for the paper towel to wipe the counter since it's not comfortable working if there are a lot of things going on, I didn't notice the puddle that I have created, with a wrong twist of my feet I accidentally slide my life into it. Expecting an abrupt landing of my bum on the floor I close my eyes to prepare myself as I look for something to hold on to, getting the bowl with me as I land.

    But it didn't happen, all I hear is the sound of the utensils that fell into the floor and the feeling of a mixture of cold and warm arms holding my back as it catch me.

"I got you, sweets."

    I open my eyes and look at the face on my side, I saw his grinning smile slowly creeping its way to his lips.

"Didn't know that Tony will be right when he says I need to keep my eyes on you, look at that honey; you've made a mess."

    Telling me without breaking eye contact, "Just want to eat something"

"Your shadows didn't tell you that you have a puddle behind you?" I stand up straight as he helps me steady myself. Before I even move he grab a few towels and clean my hands off, patted my head, and get the bowls and utensils that have fallen.

"They've gone haywire, think the day about to come." I turn to the closet to get the broom and the mop to clean the mess I made. Bucky took it from me, "Sit right there, let me help you before we do what your doing, sweets."

    I'm still standing, confuse why he start to clean up, arrange the things I'll need to make banana bread,d and how he managed to go right here in the moment where I embarrassingly did something un-comprehensively stupid. I'm still observing him when our eyes met again and he look straight into me, playfully giving me his scolding eyes for not adhering to what he said to sit as he clean up.

    "Thank you, Buck" I whisper under my breath as I watch him stack the washed tools on the countertop and get the remaining ingredients.

    "It's nothing sweets, so what's our agenda for today?"

    "Let's make some Banana Bread and Choco drink, you hungry Buckaroo?" I round to the counter setting the bowl in front of me as I take the dry ingredients in front of me.

    "Starving to death"  he gave me a playful push as he chuckle a little bit. "I assigned you to mix wet ingredients right here, O' Sir Buckbee"

    "As you wish, sweetie" He looks into my eyes before he begins.

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AN3: Feedback is greatly appreciated, Thank you I dunno if it's too much or enough, so I kinda cut it off. Tell me if part 2 is needed. Thank you, again.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #Spotify #speak now taylor’s version

[neelihara]

GREY IS MY FAVOURITE COLOUR

In the shadows, where darkness takes its hold,

A villain's tale is too often left untold.

They cloak themselves in cruelty's embrace,

but beneath it all, a different story finds its place.

Their past is a beautifully misunderstood, tangled mess,

A life of pain, a heart in distress.

Innocence lost, betrayed by trust,

Their journey through the darkness is a must.

Heroes may rise, noble and brave;

Their sacrifices are what the world's hearts crave.

But villains, oh, the depths they descend,

For love or revenge, they fiercely defend.

They may seem evil, cruel, and cold,

Yet, for one person's sake, their story unfolds.

A selfish streak, manipulative art,

Yet they'd tear worlds apart to protect one heart.

The world sees monsters born in the night,

But villains were shaped by a different fight.

Lost souls bearing scars, their innocence refused.

In places of darkness, lost and so confused,

In the depths of pain, where lost souls roam,

They carry their scars, denied a peaceful home.

Before we blame their actions so wild,

Look at the scars of a wounded inner child.

A hero's sacrifice, while noble and bold,

Would leave behind my heart an empty, broken mold.

But with a villain's love,

As white as a black dove.

If they're the one who holds my heart in their hand,

Through flames and ashes, they'll still stand.

Selfish I am, it's true, in this love that I want,

From birth's tender cry to death's final haunt.

Born this way and unapologetically so,

I'll remain until my last breath's soft flow.

In my villain's embrace, I find my grace,

A love transcending time and space.

In their dark embrace, I find my peace,

As the world's storms never cease.

For heroes may fall, and the world may decay,

But in my villain's arms, I choose to stay.

In the painting of the night,

Under the moon's grey light.

My villain claims my love,

His heart a hidden dove,

His lips brushed against mine,

Soft and gentle as a black dove's wing.

Beautifully bathed in the lunar light.

In a world of black and white,

Grey has always been my favourite light.

Oh, the subtle shades that sway,

In the dance of my villain's way.

-NEELIHARA

I wrote this poem after seeing a show where the villain I loved was killed. I was left with a sense of loss, and I wanted to mourn this character. The poem is an attempt to explore the idea that even villains may have more to their story. It's a means to express my love and empathy towards the villain. Thank you for reading, and I would love to know your thoughts on my poem.

#writers and poets #desi writer #desi writers #desiblr #writers and readers #desi tumblr #writers on tumblr #neelihara writes #dead poets society #neelihara #neelihara's poem #morally grey characters #villain #morally grey men #morally gray #morally grey villain #morally grey #the villian #poems and poetry #love poem #original poem #poems on tumblr #poems and quotes #poem #poetic #poetry #prose #poem by me #poemsbyme #poems

[lizardthelizard]

you might not do these anymore but who is ur definite least favorite ouat character

Hi! Thanks so much for the ask :) Also, dw, my inbox is always open for asks, but especially for random OUAT related ones.

A quick disclaimer! Absolutely no shade to anyone that likes the characters mentioned below. It's just a bit of fun (and I think some people will agree with a lot of what I have to say anyway tbh)

SO.

A really easy answer would be the Blue Fairy. After all, I don't like the Fairy from Pinocchio in general, let alone in OUAT. Her 'holier-than-thou' attitude, the way that she treats various characters in the show (August, Nova, Tinker Bell...) really rubs me up the wrong way. But...also...If I'm completely truthful about it, I find her kind of fun to hate on. And I don't think that's quite in the spirit of things here so...

I don't actually think I have a MOST hated, but I'll come up with a few names to satisfy your curiosity:

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King Leopold is pretty high up there to be honest. I think that the writers did a poor job of characterising him. I know that his character in general is a big point of contention within a lot of fandom, so I won't get too involved with anything but I just don't like the way they wrote him.

He's a kind man who genuinely loves his daughter and kingdom. But...I dunno... The age difference between him and Regina is always a bit uncomfortable (and only emphasised after Season 3, when he and a younger Cora are in a relationship). Also, sorry, but who the hell reads their spouse's diary? I don't care how deliberately Regina placed that diary in his path, it shouldn't have been read.

Anyway, whatever. The reason I bring up Leopold is not because I think he's secretively The Worst Guy Ever. At his core, he's literally just some guy. But, as the viewer, we were expected to see him as this sweet, innocent old man (in Season 1 particularly) and... he's kind of not (something that was not intentional by the writers, as far as I'm aware). And this type of Good GuyTM character (see; The Blue Fairy) is usually the type I hate the most. (Even in Season 3, it's Eva who's blamed for the way things unfolded between Leopold and Cora, and Leopold is kind of presented as this poor schmuck in the middle of it all (which...he's not.)

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I'm not a big fan of Neal. As a character he's...fine. Not my personally fave, but he had some interesting (albeit squandered) potential. But the way that a lot of Neal fans claim he can do no wrong and talk about him like he was the purest, most special dude on the entire show and the only suitable romance option for Emma...sorry, but it's annoying saduajsdkasdbasd

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I don't like Doc, Happy, or Sneezy. No reason, I just don't like them. Sleepy and Dopey are on thin ice. Bashful, Grumpy and Stealthy can stay.

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Liam the 1st... SORRY Killian stans, love you guys, I just do not like this man. I think he's an idiot (but not in a fun way) and an arrogant, self righteous prig. THAT BEING SAID, check out @dykelilypage's fic 'from time to time' It's an incredible take on his character and I almost didn't even mention Liam here because it made me appreciate him so much more than I ever would have. If canon had given him the chance to be more

#ouat meta #I GUESS #asks #anyway! thanks again for the ask ! :) #okay but listen. I love to bitch about things sometimes #it's fun you know? #but I'm not really much of a hater #for every character that I genuinely HATE. there are at least 50 characters that I adore with all my being

[venustothestars]

i love headcanons so much. so here are some more!! (angst edition:( )

after the inversion, angel struggles with sleeping. they gain insomnia because all they can see is david dead. ever time they fall asleep, they wake up thinking david won’t be there.

tank lost their shit when they found out what was going on. sweetheart had called them and they were with angel when the call came through. that was the first time angel had seen tank cry. they broke down in tears.

milo struggles with very bad self-image issues due to the pack constantly makes fun of his size and how small he is compared to sweetheart.

david has really really bad trust issues due to a past relationship. they are the alpha of another pack and david refuses to do business with them because of what they did. how they betrayed him.

freelancer struggles with getting out of bed in the mornings. the days that caelum or gavin aren’t around, they miss their classes because of it. they won’t get out unless someone urges them to.

gavin feels all of the D.A.M.N groups knots and he desperately wants to fix it but he doesn’t know how. he’s only an incubus.

sweetheart is blind in one eye due to the shade that attacked them when they teamed up with milo. their vision is so blurry (in the eye that can see) that they have super thick glasses. milo blames himself for not making it earlier.

in a fit of rage, when sam was first turned, he shaved his head and completely changed how he looked. if he was gonna have a “second chance” he was gonna make alexis despise him for giving him that option.

babe always tries to seem perfect around david. they want to be accepted by him, he’s their boyfriends alpha. they want him to like him. they tone down their personality so much it worries ash.

ash constantly dismisses pack problems to babe. it makes them feel insignificant. like the biggest part of ash’s life is something they aren’t involved it. it hurts them. (based off a fanfic i read, i cant remember the author:( )

huxley hates anything that isn’t land. flying? he hates it. boating? definitely not his favorite thing. skydiving? never ask him. he hates feeling out of his element (literally)

sometimes damien burns things when he feels very strongly and it upsets him. he once burnt a letter huxley wrote because it made him so happy.

freelancer still struggles with using the water element of their powers. it makes them feel like they will become kody. like they’ll hurt someone the way kody hurt them.

vincent hates that he turned lovely. not because he didn’t want them to live, it’s that they got gifted this wonderful power just for it to be ripped away from them. the power that was the only reminder that they are what got rid of adam. their life hasn’t stopped drastically changing since they met him and he hates himself for it.

tank cant stand to look in the mirror. it makes them nauseous. all they see is their friend or quinn staring back at them in the mirror. never who they truly are.

sweetheart spends nights up late (like 5 am go to bed, wake up at 7 am) so they can figure out closeknit and the quinn case, they don’t want to disappoint milo or david.

asher has permanent trembles because of the shades injury. he hates it. it took him 2 months to learn how to write again.

lasko still doesn’t talk about his job. he’ll mention small things but never a lot. not even to freelancer or damien. he doesn’t want them hurt. not after what happened.

and that’s it, i’m not sorry for the pain. please enjoy

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted darlin #redacted gavin #redacted sam #redacted angel #redacted babe #redacted freelancer #shit posts by venus #redacted damien #redacted huxley #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted lasko #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted caelum #redacted asmr headcanons #venus rambles again

[inlettersdeeplyworn]

Valley of Plenty

Pairing: F!Reader x Jaskier

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You, a traveller on your way to Oxenfurt stop the night at a seemingly random inn, where you make the acquaintance of a very interesting bard.

Warnings: Smut, PWP

Authors Note: So I wrote this on a school trip to prove a point to my friend, nearly got caught several times trying to write it, wrote it dead in front of a teacher while talking to them, and actively embarrassed my friend. Happy Birthday dude :]

You noticed him from across the room. How could you not? He commanded the attention of the entire tavern, his lyrical talent capturing the eyes of the whole room. His hands deliberately plucked and strummed along the strings of his lute with a practiced ease, and each step he took sent his wine-red coat swishing, the eyes of the maidens following his every move. You too followed him, drawn to him like a moth to the light. His words echoed in your ears, fuelled by the applause and methodical claps of the audience. Some sang along, but their voices were muted by his own, a beacon among the ocean of noise.

He made his way to you as he sang of the Witcher, and soon he was right in front of you. You could see his deep blue eyes, and in an unexpected surge of bravery, you reached forward and grabbed his hat, placing it on your head. He shot you a wink as he sauntered away from you, and soon he had finished his song with a definite strum.

After a momentary pause, another song started, and you turned to the food that was beginning to grow cold on the table in front of you. As you ate, the music began to slow as the bard finished his song. He bowed to the many cheers of the audience, blowing a stray kiss or two at the women who crooned and smiled at him. You couldn't blame them, you would have to be blind to not acknowledge his beauty.

He had a sharp jawline, highlighted by the slanted cut of his hair. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, and the many rings and acessories that adorned his body shone in the dim tavern lighting. Turning back to your meal, you allowed yourself to enjoy the calm, comforting environment of the popular bar. After a few moments, someone above you cleared their throat. You looked up and met the eyes of the bard, his eyes fixed onto yours. "May I?" He gestured to the seat in front of you. "Oh, of course." He sat down, settling a plate of food infront of himself.

"Jaskier" he said, extending his hand towards you, and as you shook it, you told him your name. "You have something of mine" He said, glancing to where his hat rested on your head. Your face went red as you reached to remove it, but he stopped you. "I don't mind if you keep it for a moment longer. Are you travelling alone? Or with friends." He asked, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin there. "Alone. And you ?" You asked. "Your reputation implies that you are quite rarely alone"

He smiled at that. "Today, dear stranger, I am as alone as a blooming mountain flower". His words, like his songs, were full of metaphors and prose, a quality that you'd never seen in a person before. "Well I hope you find some company dear bard. But I leave for travels in a days time, so it's best you seek another's company." You stood and went to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. "Stay a little longer?" His voice was soft and the hand on your arm was warm, callosed fingers soft despite their hardened tips.

"The night grows old, Jaskier, and I tired." Despite your words, you made no attempt to move from his gentle touch. He stood, towering over you slightly. He bent down, leaning into your ear as he murmered "If you change your mind, dear, I'm room number four."

He leaned back up, flicking the brim of his hat as he took it from your head. You turned around, walking to your room. The second floor of the tavern served as an inn, and as you entered your room you sighed. Walking to your bed, you changed into more comfortable garments, laying down in your bed, shuffling to get comfortable. You closed your eyes to sleep, but you could only think of him. His gentle touch, and you couldnt stop yourself from thinking what he would be like, how he would treat you. He'd be gentle, you decided, take care of you. He'd kiss you softly, hold you close, take his time. Images flashed through your mind and you woke with a start.

The voices of the patrons had long died out, and the moon shone high in the sky. You lay there, remembering the dream you'd had of him. His soft kisses, his gentle touch, his quiet whispers. You didn't understand how one man had such effect on you. A stranger on all terms, he shouldn't have plagued you as much as he did. You lay still for a moment, contemplating your choice, before muttering "fuck it" and getting out of your bed. You walked to your door, opening it quietly and walking across the hallway. The hall was dead silent, illuminated by the moon and the soft, flickering lights dipping fron under the door of, of course, Room 4.

You knocked, so softly that you yourself could barely hear it, and you waited. After a brief moment, the door opened, light spilling into the corridor. He stood there looking down to you as the warmth of his room spilled into the cold hall. "Your bed cold too then?" He asked with a grin. Although it was clear he hadn't been sleeping, he wasn't doing anything of substance either. The clothes he wore were far plainer then those he performed in, the various jewellry that previously adorned his neck, fingers, and hands was gone, bar one plain necklace which design you couldn't see beneath his low-cut creme shirt. "I was beginning to think I would have to keep myself company" he grinned. "But clearly not. What brings you to my door at this time of night, dear stranger?" Not giving you time to answer, he pulled you inside his room. The fireplace illuminated the space, various bottles of ink and pages of parchment scattered along most flat surfaces. Scrawly handwriting and small drawings dotted the pages, and a well-loved Lute lay on a table near some parchment.

A warm haze settled in the room, the fireplace's small size not hindering the roaring flames engulfing the logs. "Well?" He asked expectantly, leaning slightly on the closed door. You turned to face him, pulling your eyes from their roving state to meet his own. His eyes were darker, something in them sparking heat deep within your gut. Coming closer to you, he repeated his question. "What brings you to my door at this time, dear stranger?" His voice was hushed, gentle and low, and your eyes flickered briefly to his lips before they focused back on his eyes. He placed his hands gently on the dip of your waist, a warm weight sending goosebumps along your arms. "I.. I don't know" you stuttered. He drew you close, your hips flush against his, and you could feel your face getting redder by the second.

Your breath felt caught in your throat as he leaned toward you, your faces mere centimetres apart. "I think I know why you're here". His breath was warm and his voice was impossibly low, eyes locked on your own. You both stood there for a moment, frozen in time. The spell was broken when he leaned in, a feat that seemed impossible with how close you already were. "All I need is a yes" he murmered, his hands warm and electric where they rested on your waist. Your voice was caught in your throat and you could only find it within yourself to nod.

That seemed answer enough for him, and he closed the distance between you as kissed you. His lips were soft, far softer then you'd imagined, and warm, so warm, and you gasped as he kissed you gently. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks before sliding to the back of his neck and grasping his hair. He broke the kiss to push you against the wall, connecting your lips once more in the matter of a few seconds. His teeth gently tugged at your lips and you let out a surprised noise. Jaskier deepened the kiss, pressing his chest flat against yours, his body's warmth making the room infinitely hotter. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned brokenly, tugging at his hair. He gasped and his hands grabbed your own and pinned them against the wall. His leg slipped between your own as he got closer, effectively immobilising you.

Suddenly, the space between you couldn't have been smaller. Each movement of his lips was hypnotic and addicting, his hands gripping your wrists in place against the door as the kiss changed, becoming faster, passionate, possessive. As you parted, you moaned softly, your eyes meeting his. You struggled slightly against his grip in arousal and his hands clenched around your wrists. "Oh no, dear heart, I'm not letting you go now" he said, leaning in to kiss you once again. Your lips moved in tandem with his, the room feeling hotter and hotter with every slide of his lips against your own.

You let out a surprised noise as he picked you up by your thighs, hands resting below your legs as he held you. Your arms settled to wrap around his neck comfortably, your body now level with his. He pressed himself closer to you, his body slotting neatly between your legs. He pulled away and you whined, face flushing as you did so. "Please" your throat was dry and your voice soft "don't stop". Jaskier flashed a grin at you, something so simple causing you to go red once again. "Oh love, we're just getting started". He began to place dry kisses down your neck, making your heart skip a beat, his mouth traveling lower and lower down your throat, sending shivers down your spine. He began to suck on the hollow of your throat, long, wet kisses as he drew whimpers and moans from your lips. As he pulled away, his eyes met yours, "If we continue, I doubt we will stop" he said. "I think its already too late for that," you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

He picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck more securely with a yelp. He carried you over to his bed, laying you down on it before climbing over you. His eyes travelled along your body and you could feel yourself turning red under his gaze. "You'll be the death of me, dear heart. You're gorgeous". He leaned in to kiss you again, a quick kiss, taking off his shirt as he pulled away from you, tossing it to the side carelessly. You found you couldn't look away from him, breath caught in your throat as you unashamedly stared. The bard was far fitter then you'd expected, defined muscles and pecs covered in a layer of well-groomed chest hair. The necklace he wore dangled gently above you, rocking slightly, silver and gold catching the light of the fireplace in a stunning display of glimmer. He placed his hands at the hem of your shirt, and after a moment, pulled it off of your body, throwing it off like he did with his own. He leaned in for another kiss and you couldn't help but watch his muscles flex as he lowered himself to you, hovering over your body without crushing you. His bare chest was inches from your own, and you placed a hand on his chest, the other resting on his hips, tracing aimless patterns along his ab line as he kissed you.

He slowly moved his lips, trailing kisses down your neck, following the V of your collarbones as his kisses travelled closer and closer to your breasts. He lifted his hands, thumbs gently flicking over your nipples. As you moaned, he dipped his head, placing a wet kiss on your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking on it. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned softly as he contiuned his minstrations, sucking along your breast as he held your waist like a lifeline. With each movement, you felt yourself getting more and more arouse, moans breaking through the otherwise silent room, filling it with an erotic ambience. His head moved, kissing along your chest as he moved from one breast to the other, taking it in his mouth once again. You could feel your arousal growing, and you began to buck your hips upwards in search of friction. His hold on your waist tighetened as he stilled you, and you whined softly at the overwhelming sensations he was making you feel.

It felt like an eternity and a mere second at the same time before the bard began to move, kissing softly down your chest, lower and lower, leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses that sent shivers through your body in his wake. He stopped at the edge of your pants, eyes meeting yours. You flushed red as he began to fiddle with the drawstring of your pants, making no attempt to remove them fully. "May I?" he asked, and you nodded. His voice sounded wrecked with arousal, at least an octave deeper, with a low tone that sparked a heat deep in your gut. He began to slowly remove both your pants and underwear, exposing your body to him. You couldn't help but feel embarrased, and you closed your legs together to hide, but he placed calloused hands on your thighs as he spread your legs wide. His head dipped down, and your mind completely went blank as he began to place soft and warm kisses on your inner thigh, moving closer and closer inwards. He kissed your clit and your hands instinctively moved to grip at his hair as you whimpered and arched your back.

A fiery warmth spread through you as he worked his tongue with long, languid strokes, alternating between those long licks that ran along the entire length of your cunt, and short, sloppy ones that focused on stimulating your clit specifically. He began to suck on your clit and you tugged at his hair, tipping your head back in pleasure. He moaned lowly when you pulled at your hair, and despite your current circumstance you still felt yourself blushing like a virgin at every noise that escaped him. He kept moving, continual licks and sucks that brought you closer and closer to the edge, and you could feel your body shaking. His actions stopped, and for a brief moment you were confused, but that quickly vanished as he began to enter inside of you with his tongue. Subconsciously, your legs tried to close, but he kept them open, hands bracing your thighs as he fucked into you with his tongue.

Replacing his tongue with a long, calloused finger he continued to lick at your clit, and while you'd never to the light of day admit it, his fingers brought you far more satisfaction then your own. His were thick and long, able to reach deeper and futher, and he moved them with such ease and confidence that you couldn't help but wonder where he'd picked up all of this talent. He continued to lick along your clit, stretching your walls with his finger. You tugged at his hair again and squirmed when his moans sent a series of vibrations along your clit. You could feel your orgasm coming closer and closer, and a dark corner of your mind worried that you'd ruin this too soon, but when he added a second finger to you, curving them to hit inside of you just right, you came. He didn't stop at this, continuing to move his fingers inside of you, and as he removed them, he placed one long, definate lick along the length of your pussy.

You felt dazed, and close to exhaustion, your eyes closing as he moved up and kissed you. In your haze, you noticed a strange, slightly bitter taste on his tongue, and realized you were tasting yourself, a fact that turned you on far more than it should have. He pulled away and you noticed your differing states of undress. While he was still in his pants, most of his body covered (or at least somewhat modest), you were entierly naked, and you reached to his hips to undo the drawstring that kept them lying low. You took a moment to appreciate him, his beauty unparalleled by any other man you'd seen in your travels.

His pants came off, and you were kissing again, bodies meeting sweetly as your lips slid together. Your hand trailed lower, but he grabbed it and pinned it next to your head. "No, darling, I have something else in mind." He entwined your hands, the contact more intimate than anything else you'd done, and you couldn't help but blush at his words. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" He said. He looked breathless, eyes scanning across your figure in clear appreciation. Your eyes met his, green met blue, and you muttered breathlessly "sounds like a plan", before he kissed along the hollow of your neck. He slipped a finger inside of your entrance and you moaned softly. "Let me hear you, dear heart. Let me hear everything you're feeling, your thoughts. Let me hear you sing." He emphasised his last word with a second finger, stretching you with sharp yet gentle movements. His movements sped up as he stretched his fingers inside you, curling and flicking.

His fingers found something inside of you that set off waves of pleasure and you moaned, squirming and grinding down onto his fingers, trying to both escape and increase the stimulation of his fingers inside you. He sucked dark bruises into your neck as he continued to finger you open, and you could feel yourself unravelling, hands digging into his sides in pleasure. "Fuck, please, Jask" you begged "I'm so close, please". Your body felt alight, and he removed his fingers. You whined, the weak noise making him laugh slightly. He didn't stop marking you, though, even as he began to gently push into you. As his cockhead breached your walls, you could hear him cursing softly. While his fingers had been able to slip in and out of you with ease, his cock almost hurt to take. It was far thicker then his fingers, and filled you up so neatly. He sucked purple marks into your collarbones as he continued to push further into you, and each centimeter seemed neverending. His hips met your skin and you both stopped as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. He straightened himself, and you couldn't help but stare at him. His muscular torso was taut, his fair skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made him look as though he was glowing in the firelight. Your eyes followed the trail of chest hair that travelled lower and lower, and you were reminded of his cock inside of you as he began to move his hips, his hands finding place on your waist as he fucked into you.

He started slow, and you couldn't help the soft, sweet moans that fell from your lips with his each movement. He began to speed up, and you found it impossible to stop the stream of words that flowed from your throat. "Fuck, Jask, just like that. Gods, please, don't stop". Your words encouraged him and he began to fuck harder into you. One particular thrust hit a spot deep inside of you and you cried out, head tipping back into the bed in pleasure. "Gods, right there, please, right there". He began to move with a purpose, and you swore that he must've been magic, because he continued to hit that spot within you. "Keep doing that, please" you begged, and he did, not slowing or speeding, not going softer or faster, just doing the same thing, moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you felt your release come closer and closer. "Jask, I'm gonna come." He didn't stop, and you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Doing so well for me love, so well."

He didn't stop, though, fucking your overstimulated cunt as you whined, flipping you over to your stomach and resting a hand on your back. The new angle felt incredible, the length of his cock able to reach further inside of you. "How are you doing, my dear?" He asked, not stopping his movements despite his question. You moaned brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth and your throat felt dry. You felt dead tired but also incredibly aroused. You'd never experienced something like this before, and you knew that you'd likely remember it for the rest of your life. He continued to fuck you hard, his grip on your waist never wavering even as his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate, as he chased his release. He pulled out of you at the last moment, kissing the back of your neck while he stroked himself, his release landing on your back.

You felt selfish for not wanting it to end, so in a moment of complete bravery (and perhaps not exactly thinking), you turned and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him fiercly. His hands rested at the nape of your neck, and as you parted you asked unthinkingly "Can I ride you?" Your face flushed almost immediately, and he looked at you, slightly taken aback, but that was immediately replaced with a sharp grin. "Oh dear heart, you haven't the fainest clue what you do to me". He lay down on his back and you straddled his thighs, your wet pussy rubbing softly along his length as you grinded in his lap for a moment. Your legs felt like jelly as you positioned his dick, slowly lowering yourself onto it. Your thighs were trembling, and your stomach seemed to be flipping and twisting as you settled on his lap. This was the deepest you'd ever had a man inside of you, and the rush of control that flowed through you was exhilarating. You rolled your hips and moaned, closing your eyes and tipping your head back.

You could feel his hands resting on your waist as you continued to slowly grind on his dick, subtly lifting and lowering your thighs. He moaned with each movement and you slightly sped up, leaning forward and placing your hands on his chest. You pressed featherlight kisses along his sternum as you ground in his lap. You moved upright again, moving up and down on his cock, your breasts bouncing as you moved. The angle of his cock inside of you formed a knot in your stomach, and as you fucked yourself on him, you couldn't take your eyes off the gorgeous man beneath you. His head was leaning back on the mattress, mouth open as sweet moans passed from his lips, as he breathed out your name and various terms of endearment and muttered nothings of praise. His chest moved up and down as he took deep breaths, and you could feel the callouses from his hands where they rested at your waist. Occasionally one hand would leave your waist to pass through his hair, sweeping it from his eyes to reveal clear blue that seemed to take you apart with each look. You could tell he was watching you too, gaze unwavering as his eyes racked up and down your body with an erotic tone.

"Doing so well gorgeous, doing so fucking well." His words were mindless as he fucked up into you, thrusting up to meet your hips as you lowered yourself. "Fuck, I'm so close" you moaned, tipping back your head in pleasure as you moved on his dick, hips moving up and down desperately. Your thighs burned from the excersise, adding to your exhaustion yet making the pleasure even more enjoyable. You came for a third time like that, fucking yourself through your orgasm on him. You felt him come inside of you too, and you moaned with him as you slowed down. His hands slid down to your hips and pulled you from his cock, placing you gently on his chest. "Sit" he said, pulling you close to his face. Carefully, you hovered there for a moment, and he laughed softly. "My love, I can't eat you out if you're a foot away from my face. Sit." You sat, slightly lifting yourself on your thighs. He placed his hands on your inner thigs and began to lick, gentle swipes of his tounge as you whimpered on his tongue, the sensitive feeling of your clit almost painful. He continued to lick along your slit, pressing his mouth to your folds as his tongue licked up and down your pussy. He sped up, his tongue rough and dedicated as he licked and sucked along your slit.

He pressed his tongue inside your hole, licking along your inner walls, and you grabbed at his hair, tilting back your head in pleasure as he cleaned you with his tongue. He continued to lick long stripes along your slit, sucking at your clit and drinking in your moans. Your body felt so sensitive, and as he continued to lick along your cunt, you could feel that familiar knot building in your stomach. "Jask" you moaned, tugging gently at his hair as your legs began to slightly tremble. He hummed, the vibrations further stimulating your sensitive and wrecked pussy. You continued to whimper as he brought you closer and closer to the edge again. "Fuck, please, I'm so close". Your words seemed to spur him on and he sped up slightly, flicking his tongue along the bud of your clit as you came for a second time on his tongue. Your thighs fought against his hands as you lost your strength, the exhaustion finally overpowering your arousal.

You slid off his body, sitting upright on the bed, and he rose, walking over to a basin to grab what seemed to be a wash cloth. You watched as he walked away, willing yourself to stay awake as he began to gently run the wash cloth over your body, wiping away sweat and come that was on your body. As soon as he had finished you lied down, head dropping heavily onto the pillow as your eyes began to close. You registered briefly as he helped you place a familiar creme shirt over your body. He lay down next to you, pulling you to his chest and wrapping an arm around you as you fell asleep, holding you close to him. Despite the warmth that the fireplace brought, he still felt like a warm weight for you to hold close.

The next morning you woke to that same warmth, strong arms wrapped around you, a hand fiddling with the short strands of your hair. "Good morning, dear heart." Oh. His voice in the morning was so similar to the one you'd heard last night, and your face flushed red at the memories of what had happened. "Good morning, Jaskier." You mumbled, cuddling closer to his chest. He was so warm, and the barest rays of sun had made themselves known through the window, so you knew it to be early. "I, uh, best be on my way" You said after a moment. "Why? Where must you go?" He asked. For a brief moment you indulged the fantasy that he may want to see you again, know you as yourself, but that was wishful, right? "I'm travelling to Oxenfurt. I have some business to attend to." You said. "Ah, I travel away from Oxenfurt. I don't supposed I could convince you to come with me?" You went red. He wanted to stay in contact with you? "I... I truly wish I could. But this is something I've been putting off for too long."

He nodded as if in understanding, and then moved, standing up and walking over to the table covered in various pages of parchment. He had put on some pants, yet the sight of his bare chest and back still made you go red in the face. How juvenile. He grabbed a quill and scribbled something down in ink onto a sheet, bringing it over to you. "Here. How about we communicate, yes? So when you've finished your business in Oxenfurt we can perhaps meet again." The paper he'd given you had the address of an inn near the grassy knoll. "Don't leave me lonesome, dear. I'd hate to keep myself company." He winked, and you blushed, smiling back at him. Eventually, you'd begin to get dressed, collecting your clothes from where they lay on the floor. You'd have to leave his room with a wave and smile, a familiar hat perched neatly on your head. You'd eventually arrive at Oxenfurt with the address tucked neatly into your pack, his hat protecting you from the worst of the sun, and you'd settle into your room at the inn to write a letter, but for now, you pulled him back into the bed, and shared a warm moment with a man who'd taken your heart in his hands.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier x y/n #the witcher #smutfic #pwp fic #fanfic #x reader

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Extraordinary Attorney Woo Ep 7 live reaction

Suyeon calling out Minwoo first thing and Att. Jung being a goddamn professional and keeping his nose out of his attorneys drama (which I argue was way better than him getting pissed in Young woo’s defence)

CEO Han quietly shading the person who wrote the anon post (whether in full awareness or not of who wrote it) and hitting Minwoo hard

That better be a guilty look Minwoo you bitch!

SUYEON CALLING OUT EVERY ONE FOR BEING SO HUNG UP ON THIS “SCANDAL” AND HERSELF FOR IGNORING THE INHERENT SOCIETAL PREJUDICES THAT STOPPED YOUNG WOO FROM BEING EMPLOYED IN THE FIRST PLACE AND DIRECTING STRAIGHT AT THAT LIL BISH MINWOO

Junho being a goddamn professional and not cornering Youngwoo first thing. Like he’s there obvi but it’s work time now.

Youngwoo offering her jacket to the Judge because she’d also fallen before!

HAHAHAHA ATT. JUNG SINGING. HOW MANY TIMES MANS GOTTA SING???

Seriously Youngwoo should’ve just gone for it bc Minwoo is the one who’s shameless. Even after all that Suyeon said he doesn’t seem to get a damn thing. Yes the dad and the CEO knew each other in law school! Yes nepotism is inherently unfair! Because it tends to ignore real talent for familial ties. BUT IN THIS CASE THE REAL TALENT WAS BEING IGNORED ANYWAY. THE REAL TALENT THAT HE HIMSELF MINWOO HAS ACKNOWLEDGED WAS BEING DISREGARDED BC PEOPLE DIDNT WANNA TAKE A CHANCE ON A LAWYER WITH ASD. And yes I do believe one way or another Young woo would’ve found a job and have a successful career without aid, and I don’t think it was right that the father overstepped his bounds just to protect his adult daughter from being discouraged by the job hunting game.

But with her grades and skill and talent, why the hell should she have to settle for anything?? And it was wrong of him to call her out and blame HER when she hasn’t done a thing wrong. She’s where she’s supposed to be. And if he got out of his own head and had even a touch of critical thinking for once, he’d get that

So anyway punch Minwoo one good time.

They used actual young actors!!!! Rather than the current actors dressed as young people!!! No weird toupee or brushed forward hair!!!

Lol poor dad pouring his heart out while she’s having an epiphany

Interesting push in on his bed. Is there someone else in the bed. Her yelling at him to wake up and him responding with “YA!” Instead of appropriate professional politeness

HAHAHA her reaction to Sodeok-dong’s Eugene Park’s real name being Park Yu-Jin

BRO IS THE FIRST TIME THEYVE BEEN ALONE SINCE THAT TIME?!?!

Aw man she ran away. Understandably. I’d be overwhelmed too.

DAMMIT PARK EUGENE HE WAS ABOUT TO CONFESS

Ok but that chase scene was freaking hilarious

THIS DOESNT QUITE COUNT BUT WHALE TALK JUST BECAME A LITTLE BIT MORE NECESSARY

Usually the child is the one who gets thrown off kilter by a birth secret but this time it’s the mom and Young woo handled that convo really well. I do hope they get a chance to interact again

It’s nice that the Sodeok-dong hackberry tree has been named a national monument and protected

ARE WE GETTING JEALOUS JUNHO IN THE NEXT EPISODE?!? IS THIS BANGUPPONG GUY GONNA COME IN AS A RIVAL LOVE INTEREST BRO THIS ALL I DESIRE

#extraordinary attorney woo #spoilers #Kdrama #Korean drama #Asian drama

[lorata]

Okay this might be a little too spicy to ask, so feel free to ignore, but do you have any THG fanfic/fandom characterization/headcanon pet peeves? Aside from I assume one-note Careers. Mine is the way people erase the mentorship bond! I see so much Finnick stuff especially where he tells the writer’s chosen lover for him that they’re the “only one who sees the real him,” and I’m always like, hello, MAGS???

oh hard agree, plus I'm not a super fan of that even without the mentor thing. like don't get me wrong I love a good, codependent fictional relationship that would be absolutely destructive in real life (delicious) but everyone should have more than one person. there can be MULTIPLE codependent relationships! codependent fractal! a weird group of people with a weird shared experience that nobody else can hope to understand. FEED ME THAT LIKE SKITTLES.

(don't come for me about my fictional preferences. leave me and the fellowship ALONE)

on a similar note I also used to get tired of how everyone made all the mentors sexually and/or romantically involved with their victors (like Beetee/Wiress, Brutus/Enobaria or Finnick/Annie where he's her mentor, whoever.) like no shade to people who read or write it BUT I feel like there was a weird period where no one could envision ANY close relationship without writing it into a pairing. Maybe it's my aroace coming to the surface but I got a bit grumpy. So I wrote an endless permutation of complicated, intense relationships with absolutely no sex or romance aspect. what are ya gonna do about it!

one of my less controversial peeves is "peeta starts out dating glimmer who is vapid and promiscuous and cheats on him so he can get together with katniss who is perfect" like an early taylor swift song. it was E V E R Y W H E R E for a while. if there was a modern AU, Peeta was dating Mean Bitch Glimmer and she'd get her comeuppance around the end of Act I. why. please. one of Katniss' actual, literal, canon character arcs is realizing Glimmer was a person who was forced to act the way she was (her interview dress chosen by her adult stylist was SEE-THROUGH) and she died, alone, for an audience who immediately forgot she existed. and you're gonna "not like other girls" her for your wish-fulfillment barista AU. cool.

on the other end of the scale -- and this is a very personal trigger, so I don't blame anyone for liking it -- the District 5 repro girls / thin girls fanon that was rampant in 2012-2014 fanfic. a bunch of people incorporated it into their stuff but it is such a violent, visceral nope for me that if a story uses it I close the tab immediately.

characterization-wise, there is a fic i still see floating around where rue makes me scream. listen. rue is the oldest of 6 kids AND her father died when she was even younger than katniss. she has been working full time to support her family in a job where you are literally murdered for mistakes since she was nine years old. rue is calculating and intelligent, she tells katniss that peeta is "okay" when she knows he's bleeding to death because if katniss realizes he's dying she'll leave. PLEASE. respect the hustle, the girl is not naive.

ok you did say spicy so i will give you ONE (1) hot take. it drives me bananas when fanfic uses Cato Hadley and Clove Kentwell. they first appeared on wattpad in 2010, when fandom tossed a few names around for a while and hadley and kentwell were the ones that stuck. but IT'S NOT THEIR REAL LAST NAMES STOP ADDING THEM TO THE WIKIS AND TELLING PEOPLE IT'S CANON AAAAAAAAA.

there's my one petty hunger games post, lol. i am pretty live and let live, generally if I don't like something I scroll past or filter it out. the annoyance happens when it's stuff like, trying to read fic about Careers and the first page of results is just them background tagged in an ensemble fic about the main characters -- but that's a minor character in juggernaut fandom problem, that's EVERYWHERE. i do the "search within results summary: name" trick to solve that

#lorata answers #anonymous

[old1ddude]

Faith in the Future Troutdale, Oregon

Okay, I saw Louis in the flesh a few weeks ago and it’s about time I wrote up my experience.

The McMenamins-Edgefield amphitheater is a lovely venue for outdoor concerts.  There are plenty of tall trees surrounding (and a few within) the field, so the whole thing is shaded fairly early on June evenings.  Due to heavy traffic through greater Portland, we were not as early as we had hoped, but did find a spot for our low beach chairs about halfway back.  The venue was not crowded (except for right in front of the stage, which was a separate, roped off area I think.)  I believe it was roughly half of full capacity (which would have been quite crowded.)  As it was, halfway back, we had respectful distances between our party and those who surrounded us.  85%-90% of the crowd appeared to be females in their mid-late twenties.  There were a few men around the same age scattered about along with some couples who were 50 plus.  If I had to guess, I’d say the vast majority of the crowd were old 1D fans.

I didn’t know what to expect from Andrew Cushin, but his short set blew me away.  He was charming, humble, grateful and disarming  when he talked to the crowd and poured out his entire soul with every song he sang.  He only himself, a guitar, and a keyboardist -- and that’s all he needed.  He sang about some very painful things (such as his alcoholic father) but he has an absolutely beautiful voice.

Next up were the Snuts and I would have enjoyed most of their songs had it not been for the lead singer’s voice.  His sound is harsh, shrill, nasal and just plain ugly.  I’m sure he could sing nicely, but this is apparently his style, or brand.  I HATE ugly art!  It was quite a contrast with Cushin (who made beautiful art from ugly, painful experiences.)  The Snuts make otherwise good songs obstreperous and ugly.

I’ve Been Lying to Myself

While I’m not one to watch much fan video of live concerts (the audio quality is just awful and you often hear the crowd more than the artist) I have seen many, many clips of Louis performing live.  Upon seeing these clips, I have consistently (in my head) blamed any deficiencies in Louis’ vocals on things like the crowd singing off key.  (And to be fair, the crowd, more than often, does sing VERY badly and no where near in key.)  However, after listening to a live show in person, it’s clear that Louis can’t carry a tune very well.  At the beginning of every song, I would hope he had hit his stride and would pull off a decent vocal - only to end up wincing at some point, because he would hit some absolutely sour notes.  Now, a lot of very famous artists (Springsteen, Petty, etc.) could be a little off key, but gratingly sour is another matter.  I think Louis might well be aware of his shortcomings, because he doesn’t seem to have much confidence on stage.  His voice is mixed like a background singer, so his very proficient band comes through much, much louder and clearer than his vocal.  Meaningful interaction with the audience seems limited to those within twelve or fifteen feet of the stage.  I certainly didn’t expect to make eye contact with him (especially with those sunglasses he wore -- what was up with those?) but please make some effort at playing to the whole venue.  Louis as a live performer is in one word, disappointing.  I take no joy in saying the most memorable part of seeing Louis live, for me, is sour notes and very little stage presence.

“Faith in the Future” is one of my favorite alums.  My favorite tracks include:  “Written All Over Your Face,” “Face the Music,” “Chicago,” “All This Time,” “Headline,” “Silver Tongues,” “Common People” and “Angles Fly.”  The only songs I usually skip are: “The Greatest” (it’s okay, but I was never into Imagine Dragons music) ” Bigger Than Me”  and “She is Beauty...”  Louis writes some very good music and is occasionally brilliant with his lyricism.  The thing with lyrics is, the way they sound is just as, or more important than what they say.  Some of his best lyrics come from “Silver Tongues” such as:  “You said love was a pretty lie, And I choked when your smoke got in my eye...” and  “ You said grass was a dirty drug. You like to preach with a vodka in your mug.”  Also, the way he delivers those lines on the album is sublime. 

I’m sure Louis has a long future, if he wants it, in music, but I don’t know how long he can sustain a career as a live performer.  Something tells me that even people like Swfity (who shows zero talent for music, lyricism, or staying on key) must have impressive stage presence.  From what I’ve seen a thousand times in clips, but only admitted to myself after seeing him live, Louis just doesn’t have “it” on stage.  I wish him the very best and I hope he proves me wrong one day.  For now, I’ll continue enjoying his music, but don’t see myself paying to see him live again.

#Louis #Faith in the Future

[fountainpenguin]

(Ask box meme ✨🖋️📜)

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

Thanks for the Ask! [Current Ask game]

5. Is there any fic that makes you super happy to reread and remember you wrote that?

Definitely "You'll Never Know" (the one about Foop and Anti-Wanda struggling with politics for 77,777 years after Anti-Cosmo's mysterious disappearance). I loved getting into Foop's head for this one. It's one of my favorites and I've reread it a bunch of times.

This is the piece I'd love to show outsiders to demonstrate what I write and how fanfiction is so much more than just quick fluff or smut [Not that those things are wrong, this is just a piece that doesn't fit in those categories]. When I actually tried reading it as though I were an outsider, however, I realized how many little bits and pieces of it require you to have decent knowledge of the series and worldbuilding :'D

But it's still one I'd love to share with outsiders who were willing to play along. It's just haunting and beautiful to me. It's very raw and painful for Foop and he's the most unreliable narrator in the world, and I love him.

This is the style that I love 'fics in: introspective, long, a bit meandering in places, that nice blend of creation and destruction, growth and failure, angst and pain and fluff and sweetness and agony and childhood and emotions and logic... and then it just whips you across the forehead at the end like "... Oh. OH!!"

Definitely a huge personal favorite. I also love "All I Ever Wanted" for similar reasons, because it's just... /gestures at that painful conversation when Anti-Marigold tells him he could never understand what she's going through and Poof just... yeah. And then... you know........ YEAH.

I have several fics of mine I cycle between to read when I'm out on trips or waiting in long lines. On that list, we definitely have:

"Watch and Learn"

"Temptation"

"You'll Never Know"

"All I Ever Wanted"

"This Is a Box"

"Whatever"

"Shadow"

"Think Positive"

"Trying Too Hard"

"Minion"

"Repeat"

"Yellow Flower Number 9"

"Health Bars"

"Golden Rules"

"Turning Scarlett"

"Six Shades of Gray"

"Precious"

"How to Get Ahead In Navigating"

"AlgoRhythm"

Long? Tension and drama? Little gut punches here and there? They all pass the Vibe Check and I love them.

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32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

I've heard very good things about my Sanderson! He seems to consistently be the fan favorite, especially in Origin of the Pixies, and I love that for him <3 I'm very glad because when I look at him and then look at his canon portrayal, I sometimes feel like I've gone too far with him... but people seem to like him a lot and I do too. He's stubbornly one of my favorites.

H.P., Poof, and Foop are very easy for me to write and I don't struggle with their inner or external dialogue at all. I was also surprised that Finley turned out to be one of the easiest characters I've ever written- you'll get to see a snippet of his POV in the upcoming 130 Prompt "I Just Live Here." I'm thrilled with how it came out... You can definitely see the H.P. showing through him. Little miscreant clone...

H.P. has this very dry and choppy way of speaking. He delivers these crisp, demanding sentences with a habit of deflecting blame and responsibility. He's cool, calculating, and honest... in a lying sort of way, because he's lying to himself all the time. Anti-Cosmo has this much more meandering way of speaking, edged by paranoia and second guessing himself.

Foop is a mix of both of them. He'll ramble on and throw in a lot of big words, then he'll veer sideways and throw in some super short sentences (usually childish ones like "Oh, please!" or "Super lame!" with exclamation points). Poof is a laid-back suburban kid. He gets defensive sometimes, but he's pretty chill. He's big on "Hey" and "Okay" and compromise.

(My secret hot take is that Foop and Cosmo actually have the same High Intelligence, High Charisma, and Low Wisdom scores but Foop's lived his life getting praised as a genius and exposed to literature and tutoring from his father and therapy, so he perceives himself as a genius, but Cosmo gets deprived of books and told he's a moron [see also, his deepest darkest secret being that he's an author, implying he doesn't like letting on that he actually CAN do things on his own and be successful], so he perceives himself as a moron even though they're... they're the same guy. Cosmo's more quippy while Foop is long-winded, but they're so much alike.)

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45. If you had to call yourself an author of a single genre (besides fanfic) what label would you give yourself?

Contemporary fantasy / magical realism. I like my magic very grounded and I like people to do regular things. Go on adventures? Are you nuts?? We've got dinner to cook and a family to raise, and HECK, my friend the prince is coming over soon!

My vibe is office politics / suburban politics / small town drama, but there's magic involved and fighting with magic is legal so it's, like... scary. But in a very soft, controlled, and localized way. You can still get your life flipped upside-down and lose everything you love, but at least you're not on a cross-country quest!

[Current Ask game]

#Fairly OddParents #FOP #FAIRIES! #ridwriting #Satirical vocab alien child show #130 Prompts #AlgoRhythm #asks #Anon #Ask box games

[strawberrycircuits]

oot link for the bingo :-)

hello! oot link makes me incredibly ill her story is so FUCKED UP and the fact shes the only link we get concrete info on how they ended up after their quest was over kills me. nintendo what do you MEAN she got stuck in a timeloop what do MEAN she joined the hyrulian army in which she died in service of what do you MEAN she had children after majoras mask and that her and TP link are directly related WHY DOES TP LINK LIVE ON A FARM. AS A RANCHER. WHY DOES HE KNOW EPONAS SONG AT THE START OF THE GAME (YOU KNOW. THE ONE MALON WROTE. THE ONE SHE FUCKING SINGS!!!!). "MALON IS SECRETLY WAITING FOR A KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR TO SWEEP HER OFF HER FEET" AONUMA WHAT IF I STRANGLED YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry im supposed to be talking about oot link not malon whoopsie. just know im ill about malon which makes me ill about link which makes me ill about malon which makes m

anyways she goes through. So much. every single adult and guardian figure failed that child along the way because she was a part of a destiny she never signed up for and they locked her away for 7 years so they could use her as a weapon to save a kingdom she didnt even know existed until her dad DIED IN FRONT OF HER AND TOLD HER TO LEAVE HOME (a dad which lied to her face and said "yea im dying but you can save me!" when she COULDNT. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO HER.) and the one person who tried to alleviate things (fi!!!!) ruined her life in doing so. a child cannot mature in an eternal slumber but how is a sword whos going through this for only the second time ever (when her first and previous wielder was 17 and a half which is still too young but is a FAR CRY FROM FUCKING TEN) supposed to know that!!!!!!!! and the other time someone tried to do right by her (as in, sheik sending her back in time to apologize for the childhood he blames himself for her losing) shes INCAPABLE OF RETURNING HOME. WHICH WAS THE WHOLE POINT OF ZELDA SENDING HER BACK. WHAT!!!!!! WHY DO PEOPLES ATTEMPTS TO DO RIGHT BY HER ALWAYS MAKE HER LIFE WORSE THAN IT ALREADY IS!!!!!!!!!!! probably because said people are always working in the confines of the prophecy and the goddesss will instead of going Hey this entire thing is fucked up you should not be shouldering the burden of a nation. hmm if only there was a character who similarly felt like she had no control over her life situation and had a dead parent and was far removed from the reincarnation cycle and lived on a ranch and

also i need to elaborate on the "im the only one who gets them" and "they couldve been great if they were handled differently" because like. look. the heroes shade is an interesting concept. there is something compelling about one of the previous links guiding the latest one, even beyond the fact that OOT and TP link were related. but EVERYTHING in majoras mask was pointing towards oot link healing from how mistreated she was because she bore the mark of the hero and finding purpose aside from chasing the innocence she can never get back. and you are TELLING ME. THAT REPORTS CLAIM SHE DIED ON THE BATTLEFIELD. THAT SHES A STALFOS (YOU KNOW, THE THING PEOPLE BECOME WHEN THEY TRY TO GO TO KOKIRI FOREST WITHOUT A FAIRY!!!). THAT SHES MEAN AS SHIT TO HER GRAND(?)SON. A N D THAT SHE IS MORE THAN WILLING TO SEND ANOTHER HERO OFF TO WAR? JUST LIKE HOW EVERY OTHER ADULT IN HER LIFE DID TO HER?? F U C K T H A T S H I T. and i stg that reveal has completely fucked oot link's characterization in fanworks. i love brooding asshole link TO AN EXTENT bc it can be done well without sacrificing the fact that no matter what or who or when theyre always a person who wants to help people above all else but to imply that shes just a terrible person who didnt care abt anyone and died bitter and mean is SO. hnnng. youtuber and sfm animator majorlink gets it he understands oot link like i do. i like how his fan series reconciled the whole heros shade thing. the idea of link dying bc she blames ganondorf for the way her life ended up because even after all this time shes just angry and hurt and if its not his fault then whose is it? who do i take it out on? how do i stop making it hurt? is SO. + i do kind of vibe with the heros shade being a result of oot link just not knowing how to help the next hero other than through battle because thats all SHE ever was to anyone, and thats all the guidance she ever got, so surely this is just how it is, right? right? right? this is how you help and guide people, right? even if its by marching them to the same fate you faced? im still unhappy with the heroes shade but you *can* do interesting things with it. healing is not linear, especially when everything you went through happened when you were ten and you have the rest of your life to deal with what that did to you. hyrule was only like a couple of centuries old at that point i doubt they had therapy figured out just yet

anyways. oot link and oot zelda are besties and they talk about their wives (malon and ruto respectively) and everything is Fine theyre Fine oot link does Not die shes fine and sooo happy and gay farmer married do you hear me shes fine shes okay shes f

#i love being normal about nintendo games can you tell #thank u for facilitating my brainrot. per usual <3

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May I add that world ain’t ready is very important to me because R (specifically the way he was portrayed in world ain’t ready) was my transgender awakening

oh man, that's amazing, thank you for telling me <3

from here:

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?

Oh gosh, there are a couple of different directions I could take this one, but what comes to mind is the Amy/Rosa Brooklyn 99 fic I wrote like 7 years ago, before I had fully interrogated the insidious nature of copaganda, and B99's place in that. The fic was for a holiday gift exchange and no shade at all to the person who requested it; I have no idea what their relationship is to those concepts now. Any blame should go to me; nobody held a gun to my head and forced me to write the thing. In a vacuum, the ship stuff was cute but nothing exists in a vacuum and the police do so much damage, both systemically and personally, every single day.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

It really depends! If I'm cranking along and the inspiration and energy levels are doing well, I can manage about 1500 words a day. I get the impression that might be kind of slow? If a concept really gets under my skin, though, I'm capable of writing it every single day, so I can make some progress that way. I think the fastest I ever finished a fic was Mistake on the Part of Nature, which I wrote and posted unbeta'd in one afternoon. (And yes, I am well-acquainted with the irony that the fastest thing I've ever written is also my single most popular fic, lol.) The longest a story has ever taken was six years (Impatient to Be Free) but that's because I started, stopped for many years, and then picked it up again.

#fanfic writing emoji meme

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Silent Reading, more little quotes:

In the long corridor, Luo Wenzhou and Lang Qiao exchanged a helpless look—and this was the end of the last…surviving girl.

“You know what, Captain Luo,” said Lang Qiao, “sometimes when I see these things, I think that ‘surviving’ is an ugly thing.”

(This makes me think of Fei Du, who's also a survivor who's carrying the trauma of it in so many ways. Right after this Luo Wenzhou tells her to stop saying things like that, I think Luo's opinion of survivors is different. But yeah Su Xiaolan is another parallel to Fei Du. Chapter 44)

With a somewhat ironic look at the man in the hospital bed, Fei Du wrote without introduction or signature: “I hope you can hold out a few more years.”

The private sanatorium’s fees weren’t cheap; the expense of him lying there on its own was enough to support several doctors and nurses.

After all, there were some people who, in their whole lifetimes, could only bring some benefit to the people around them during the years they spent lying insensate.

Outside the window the blazing sun burned like fire. In the hospital room, the central air-conditioning maintained a constant temperature year-round; under the drawn-out leafy shade, there was a chill in the air.

Having passed along the emotion of “seeing you unwell makes me feel better,” Fei Du, seeming to have accomplished his yearly duty, drove back to the city alone.

[...]

If nothing unexpected occurred, a day of long-distance driving, a visit to a human vegetable, borrowing a book concerning mental illness and taking it home to read halfway into the night before lying down to sleep were the sum total of his arrangements for his twenty-second birthday.

Fei Du ordinarily went where the fun was, but all the people who were comparatively familiar with him knew that on his birthday, the anniversary of his mother’s death, and any happened-upon holiday, he would be out of sight and out of contact. Even a person as undiscerning as Zhang Donglai wouldn’t bother him at these times—he wouldn’t have been able to bother him even if he’d wanted to. President Fei’s phone, normally on twenty-four hours a day, would be unreachable.

(Speaking of Fei Du. In the scene before this he cuts the oxygen on his dad - like in the show - and says just kidding. Oh fei du in some ways... would it have been better to not kid. But also it's a parallel to Su Xiaolan. He could kill his dad, copy that cruel behavior, become the kind of person who hurt his mom and him growing up. He could. He has the desire to. But then this part happens - he wants his dad alive so that some doctors and nurses get living money. He has his personal hatred, but objectively can notice: okay but is anything improved with him dead besides me feeling my revenge is satisfied? No. It won't bring back mom, won't help me and may worsen my life since I'll have to cover up the murder, and these people who's livelihoods benefit from him sick would no longer benefit. Him dying would be a net loss, I guess I'd rather he stays like this. Now... that Said of Fei Du? I do wonder if his opinion would be different if someone's life Would be saved by him killing another. I also liked this quote for showing him without people around... he's a man who reads books to figure out himself/others weekly - same bro - who spends birthdays alone because the memory hurts too much, who visits who he blames and could Choose to act but clearly Luo Wenzhou and Dr. Bai and Tao Ran have influenced him growing up and he didn't turn out like Su Xiaolan in this regard. He is not just a playboy, or a smart nosey person getting into police business/following crime news cause it intrigues his mind, he is a person who mulls things over mentally and grieves alone and hides his heavy emotions privately. Who thinks about how his actions, and how other peoples, affect others. It's no wonder he gravitated toward wanting to help save people... he thinks a lot about how things affect others.)

#silent reading #lb