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[bri-sonat]

Captain and the Mate - Part Two

If you haven't already read it or you would like to refresh your memory, part one can be found here!

Pairing: Pirate!Captain!Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW!!! a grain of angst, a lot of smut, and some delectable fluff.

Synopsis: When the infamous Captain Bri makes port to recruit members to her crew, you don't waste the opportunity. To your relief and pleasure, she accepts you, and the time spent aboard her ship and among her crew leads to many things. One of them being a relationship developing between you and the Captain herself.

A/N: We have reached the final part of the fic that was too long to post as a singular fic (I have learnt from my mistakes and from the community, mwah, I love you all) and it is time for the smut! I debated adding smut or not, but I felt like my grand return after months of fanfictional silence had to include smut. It wouldn't be a bri-sonat fic if it didn't have smut (I say now, but when I write a fic without smut, I'll be revoking this statement.) However, after this one, I will be putting my next fic idea on hold to create some very exciting things with my dear Kaley! Since I am proven to be unable to focus on two projects at once, I will need to work on one thing at a time which is why I will be allowing my other idea to simmer for a little bit. Anyways, with that said, English is not my first language, and so on. Enjoy!

Thank you to baby girl, @daydream-cement for helping me choose what kind of smut to write and also for sending the picture. Kisses. <3

When Bri opened the door and entered, she stood to the side and let you step inside as well before she closed the door behind you.

As your eyes wandered about the quarters and took everything in, taking her in, she walked up to her armor stand and hung away her weapons. “Would you like anything to drink?” 

You continued your eye tour of her room and you even dared to take a few steps forward towards her desk where, seemingly, her only personal items resided. “No, thank you, Captain.”  

Keeping Bri in your peripheral, you approached the desk and swiped your eyes carefully over the items laying on the wood. There was a jewelry pendant, either from some form of necklace or bracelet.

It was surprisingly shiny, and you assumed that she must polish it every now and then which showed that it was very important to her. It showed care. 

Lying next to the pendant was a small knife that seemed to be as cared for as the first item. The blade was Valyrian steel, there was no doubt about it. Judging from the small scuffs and scratches along the metal, you could tell it had been well used in many ways.  

From the corner of your eye, you could see that Bri had turned around and was watching you. She made no motions to move toward you. Instead, she stood still in her place just meters away from where you were standing and observed you.  

The reason for this was hard for you to decipher and eventually, you stopped trying to. After what seemed like forever, the captain started moving forwards toward you and halted next to you. 

There was a deafening silence as you both searched for the words to continue your previous discussion. Any way you twisted and turned it, it wouldn’t be as seamless as it had been earlier.

The best idea you could come up with after agonizing minutes of quiet was to start up another conversation and transition into the other one from there. “This blade and the pendant seem very cardinal to you. I-” You used the items in front of you as inspiration but couldn’t get far in your sentence before the blonde next to you interrupted you. 

“It’s Brienne.” Her approach to the situation at hand seemed to be ripping off the band-aid. It was frank and straight to the point and it most definitely worked as a way to get back to the previous conversation. Because of its unexpected nature, you snapped your head and made eye contact with the blonde woman which was truly your mistake because it made you realize just how close she was to you. 

“Brienne...” Her name tasted like fresh strawberries on your tongue, and you knew that you’d never get tired of saying it. You never stopped gazing into her eyes which seemed to be even more intense being so close to her magnificent face. Almost like her blue irises hypnotized you, the next words that fell out of your mouth couldn’t be stopped, having wanted to be spoken for months. “That’s a pretty name. Fitting for a very pretty person.” 

Her entire face fell. She shook her head and took a tiny step back, making your entire being long for her warmth that had seemingly disappeared in more ways than one. “Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” You couldn’t help the way your brows furrowed or how the perplexment in your voice made you look and sound like a giant question mark. 

“Call me pretty. You somehow found out about my interest in you and decided to taunt me for it?” She sounded hurt, and it broke your heart in two. Did she really think that you’d dream of mocking her? You had no interest in wounding her and the fact that you had done that without meaning to, made you feel extremely guilty, even if you meant what you said. The guilt didn’t last long when your brain finally registered what she said, and after that, it was all you could focus on. 

“...Your interest? You’re interested in me? I- I called you pretty because I think you are. Amongst many things...” You took a tiny step towards her, so she’d have the chance to back away from you if she felt like she needed to. To your relief, she made no sign that she was about to move away from you. Your voice was tender as you spoke to her, wanting to convey the utmost sincerity, upping the chance of her believing you. 

“...You do?” Brienne sounded so small, almost frail as she responded. It absolutely shattered your heart. The fact that this woman thought herself unattractive and had believed it for so long that she found it inconceivable that someone could think the opposite. You wanted nothing more than to take her into your arms, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries, so you settled with her taking a step towards you as being good enough at the moment.  

You matched her movement, taking a cautious step towards her whilst you kept an eye out for even the tiniest change in her body language. “I do. I should probably clarify that I am very interested in you as well, Brienne of Tarth. I have been for many, many moons.” 

Brienne took one final step and when she had stopped, she was closer than she had ever been. You had to crane your head slightly to meet her eyes and the way she looked at you made your knees weak. There was no way to put a finger on the specific emotions she had in her eyes, but you recognized one very well. Adoration. “I have been too. I am glad that you feel the same.” 

“As am I...” She was so close that you felt like you were about to faint. You allowed your eyes to flick down to her lips and you let them remain there, making it painfully obvious to Brienne that you wished for her to plant her lips on yours. But in case she didn’t get that you desperately wanted to kiss her, you needed to speak it into the very thick air. “Now, please kiss me or I might lose my mind.” 

Brienne didn’t even waste a second. It went faster than you had anticipated and all of a sudden, you felt her very soft lips on yours. Your arms wound around her neck instinctively to keep her close and her hands landed carefully on your waist. She had to bend her knees slightly and you had to stand on your toes so your lips would be able to touch, and it was very awkward for both of you. The captain was fast at remedying this. 

With your lips still connected, Brienne lifted you by your waist and placed you on the desk you had previously been studying, her finding her place standing between your spread legs.  

The movement had made your previously glued lips shift, and your bottom lip had ended up between the captain’s lips. Your previous somewhat innocent kiss had in seconds transitioned to open-mouthed kisses. The blonde woman’s hands resting on the wood on either side of your hips and effectively pinning you in didn’t help in making it any less erotic. 

The kisses had started as controlled, but they were growing sloppier by the second as desperation for the other, and passion took over entirely. In the sloppiness, Brienne’s tongue had run over your bottom lip and between kisses, you and the captain’s tongues met and swirled around each other before retracting and then repeating until you were both out of breath. 

Both you and Brienne had acknowledged the heat that had been growing in the core of your abdomens whilst you had been making out and whilst you wanted nothing more than to be so intimate with the captain, you knew that you had to make sure that she wanted the same before taking it any further. 

When the kiss broke, you and Brienne panted against each other’s lips, and she was the first one to break the silence. She retracted her head which prompted you to open your eyes, and you met her intense blue ones, yet at this moment, the blue was almost nowhere to be seen because of her dilated pupils. She spoke with heavy breaths and when she did, you could feel that the heat only grew. “I want you. Please.” 

You had to suppress a whimper at her plea. You could barely believe your ears that Bri the Righteous Beast was pleading with you to give her you, as if you hadn’t wanted to give yourself over to her for months. “You have me. What do you want?” 

Brienne closed her eyes almost as if she was embarrassed to admit what she wanted you to do. Then again, she never imagined that she’d end up in the position she had found herself in, less speak the words that were being yelled inside her head out loud. When she finally met your eyes, she opened her mouth to utter the words she needed you to hear, and they came out sounding tremendously timorous. “I need you to touch me.” 

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Of course, you’d touch her. You’d been wanting to touch her for months. It would be no bigger privilege than to touch her and offer her all the pleasure she could ever want. Brienne’s hands were still glued on the desk on either side of your hips and your arms were around her neck, your hand running up her nape and into her incredibly silky curls. “It would be my pleasure.” 

Your response made Brienne shiver and she leaned forward to catch your lips in a searing kiss, this one was only more controlled and slowed down. You both needed to take your time with this next part; savor every single second of it. There was no rush with this. 

Kissing Brienne was pure bliss and the way she jolted when she felt your hands disappear from her neck and land on her waist only made it so much better. You were slow and deliberate in your movements, wanting to give her the chance to stop it if she needed to before it went too far.  

But it was also for you. You had been yearning for this, for her, for months and now that it was finally happening, you needed to treat it like the most valuable art piece, because that was what she was. A piece of art. 

The fabric wrapped around Brienne’s waist was tied tightly, and after some fidgeting, you got the knot loose, and eventually, you placed the blue cloth next to you on the desk you were sitting on before bringing your hands to the buttons of her loose shirt. 

As you were undoing the first few buttons of her shirt, you broke the kiss so you could see every single inch of skin that you uncovered through your ministrations. When you did and glued your eyes on the path your hands took, Brienne swallowed the biggest lump in her throat.  

Never had someone regarded her so intently before and she couldn’t say that it didn’t feel wonderful. Even if she felt exposed and shy, she let you undress her as slowly as you wanted to and watch as you did. The feeling it gave her made her feel ecstatic. 

When the final button was undone, you gently pushed the shirt open and let it remain on her shoulders, you’d remove it later. She looked far too attractive like this, and you couldn’t rob yourself of that just yet. 

You focused your attention on the wrapping which was covering Brienne’s chest. It seemed to be a makeshift undergarment to hide her breasts considering the shirt she wore and for practicality and it looked like she had taken some random white fabric and wired it around herself. Well, you’d assume that it was white once upon a time. Now it was more of a beige from all the dirt over the years. As well as the occasional blood spatter. 

You moved your hands to begin unbinding it but were stopped when Brienne placed a gentle hand on your wrist. You moved your eyes to meet hers, needing to see her face to decode why she had halted you. The look on her face was shyness mixed with care and you couldn’t begin to guess what she was thinking. “I want to see you as well, please. I’d feel too exposed if I was the only one undressed...” 

“Of course.” You smiled at her before removing your hands from her chest to rid yourself of your clothes, but Brienne stopped you again in the same way as she had previously done. 

“Let me,” she cooed. And you did. You dropped your hands to your sides, and you let her take your tunic off. Brienne’s eyes never left yours, not even as she fully uncovered your chest. When the captain finally allowed her eyes to wander, it was like someone had punched the breath out of her and she gasped before meeting your gaze once again. “You’re so stunning.” 

“So are you.” You smiled gently before you continued your previous movements. Your hands fiddled with the cloth and as you had done with the blue fabric, you started unraveling the dirtied white cloth. 

The rest of the cloth fell off on its own when enough had been removed by you and your breath hitched in your throat when you laid eyes on Brienne’s beautiful breasts.  

There were no words that could properly describe all that she was. All you could think was that she was so insanely handsome, and attractive, and every single other word that escaped you. She made you speechless, took your breath away, and made your heart skip beats. And that would have to describe it enough for now. “So beautiful...” 

Your hands moved to cup Brienne’s breasts and when she felt your touch, she sighed happily. You experimented the smallest bit by running your thumbs over her erect nipples and the noise she made when you did could’ve killed you if you weren’t already in heaven. It was a mix of heavy breathing and a gasp, and Gods, was it arousing. 

As much as you wished to give her nipples all the attention they deserved, you didn’t think you could contain yourself any longer, and you were sure Brienne wouldn’t complain. You needed to taste her so badly. It was the most invading urge and you needed to satiate it, or you didn’t know what you’d do. 

Pressing two quick kisses to both of Brienne’s nipples, you moved your hands down to her trousers and your fingers began working on unbuckling the offending clothing item that hindered you from tasting your captain’s heat. 

As your hands worked on Brienne’s trousers, you reconnected your lips with hers and you were now softly kissing. The blonde’s hands were resting comfortably on your upper thighs and her strong hands being so close to where you needed to feel her the most was driving you mad with lust. It felt like you were burning up from the inside and where she was touching you felt like it was on fire. Your desire for her was overpowering. 

When Brienne’s buckle was undone and they hung open on her hips, you realized you couldn’t stay where you were. It would be far too uncomfortable. So, you broke the kiss to croak out the smallest amount of words your lustful brain was able to conjure as you took off the shirt that was hanging on her shoulders. You wanted to see the entirety of her. “We should move to the bed.” 

Brienne swallowed. “Okay.” She then picked you up by your thighs and carried you to her bed, placing you carefully down onto the furs that lay upon it. She climbed in after you, and when she had laid down, you maneuvered yourself to sit before her so you could take off her boots and trousers. 

With her pants finally off, you were finally introduced to her bare long legs. You followed them with your eyes and at the top, you could see a wet patch in the middle of her undergarments and when she noticed what you were looking at, she instinctively closed her legs and covered her chest with her arms. You met her eyes. “You don’t need to do that. There is no need to hide yourself from me. You are so gorgeously hot.” 

Your words caused her to relax, and she spread her legs – removing the arms that hid her chest at the same time. Gods, she was a perfect and arousing sight. With her legs spread, her chest exposed and heaving, her face flushed, eyes full of prurience. The vision that was her spurred you into action and your mouth took the same route your eyes had just taken. 

Kissing up her legs until you reached her supple inner thigh, you hummed in delight when you heard the gasp that released Brienne’s lips once you nibbled and started sucking on her skin. “Please...,” she whimpered. “Please make me feel good.” 

You sat up in between her legs. “Anything for my captain.” Trailing your hands up to her hips, you hooked your fingers in the sides of Brienne’s undergarments, and she elevated her hips so you could pull them down her remarkably long legs. 

She laid fully naked before you and she looked ethereal. She always did, but she somehow managed to look attractive all the time and it had driven you insane for months – as it did at this moment as well. You took a minute to take all of her in and the words simply tumbled from your lips. “You’re so irresistible... so beautiful... I really can’t explain how attractive you are.” 

She blushed from your compliments and opened her mouth to repudiate, but before she could - your eyes had locked on to her glistening wetness, and you didn’t waste another minute. Diving your head in between her legs and getting comfortable on your stomach, you licked up her slit before circling her clit with your tongue which caused Brienne to interrupt herself. 

Brienne hummed in pleasure, and you sucked tenderly in determination which only made her hums grow louder until they were soft moans. Her noises only drove you on – cycling between sucking, licking, and grazing with your teeth. All until she cried out in pleasure.  

When she realized how loud she had been she stopped herself from releasing any more sounds that could act as an alarm. And even if you wanted nothing more than to hear all the noises she could make, you knew that it was for the best to remain as silent as possible. 

Her hips were held in place by your death grip and her hand had found purchase in your hair, the other one squeezing one of your hands that lay on her hip. Brienne’s legs twitched next to your head when you managed to hit a particular spot with your tongue, and you felt dizzy from the whole ordeal. 

Her taste made you lightheaded and you were sure you’d pass out from hearing her noises, seeing her blissed-out face, and tasting her cunt. 

Gently grazing your teeth against her clitoris, you observed as Brienne’s eyes snapped open and met yours at the same time as her back arched, and a loud moan that she couldn’t stop exited her mouth. You quickly replaced your mouth with your middle and ring fingers temporarily, making small circles with them so you could speak. “As much as I wish to hear you... you need to be quiet. You don’t want to wake up the crew and alert them of your activity, now do you?” 

Brienne whined, trying her best to stay quiet – but it just felt so good, even if her cheeks were burning from the embarrassment of being so noisy. You had to be satisfied with her lowering the volume of her noises. “N- No. I do not,” she breathed. She could barely get the words out, her entire being focusing on staying relatively silent. 

“That’s what I thought.” You removed your fingers and placed your mouth back on her clit and resumed sucking and licking. She in turn let out a breathy mewl. 

It didn’t take long to bring Brienne to the edge. A well-timed teeth graze sent her flying over the edge into pure bliss and with a strained sound, she tensed up before relaxing. She used the hand she had on your head to give it a gentle push, signaling that it was too much. 

You removed your head from between her legs and crawled up to catch her lips in a soft and slow-moving kiss. Brienne hummed when she tasted herself in your mouth and you in turn yelped when she turned you both around without warning – leaving her on top of you. 

“Allow me to return the favor, please. I have never done this before, but I think it’s only fair after what you just gave me.” Brienne gazed into your eyes longingly and, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly. Her tone was so gentle and so caring that she could have been talking about something entirely different if it wasn’t for the tinge of arousal still remaining in her voice. 

You smiled and nodded. “Okay. You may. Please.”  

The captain was calculated but quick in her movements, taking off your boots first, then your trousers, and, finally, your undergarments. When everything was off, she took her place between your legs and made eye contact with you – her gaze questioning. As if you could change your mind or deny the one thing you have wanted for months. 

In return, you spread your legs even more and offered her a reassuring look – a soft nod ending it in case your former actions didn’t bring the response forward. 

With your confirmation, she placed her mouth on your clitoris and started sucking. Even though she hadn’t done this before, she was doing very well. She seemed to copy what you had done on her, and it felt insanely pleasurable – even more so because it was her doing it. 

“Oh... Fuck, Brienne....,” you breathed. Everything leading up to this – the making out, the touching, the noises, seeing her undressed, her blissed out face, tasting her – had worked you up to the point where you were so incredibly close already. She couldn’t have been using her mouth on you for more than a few minutes when you felt the sweet release approaching faster than you would’ve liked it to. “That feels so good.... and you look so pretty in between my legs.” 

If you could have decided, you’d want her in between your legs so much longer - so you could feel the way her tongue dragged through your folds and gathered your wetness on the strong muscle before sucking on your clit. Also, so you could see the way her eyes met yours when you spoke with lust clouding your voice.  

Thinking about her tongue and mouth working on your pussy, and seeing the way she looked at you, only made the coil in your stomach tighten faster. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hold it back any longer. 

You had managed to stay moderately silent up until now, but when you were sent over the edge and the ecstasy hit you like a steel hammer, your mouth betrayed you – opening and releasing a drawled, breathy moan. 

You lay panting on the bed, your entire body becoming heavy and almost limp as you sunk into Brienne’s comfortable mattress. It was much snugger than what you and the rest of the crew slept on, that was obvious – or maybe the reason for that was because this bed was hers, and she was in it with you. You couldn’t be sure.  

She had left the space between your legs and had crawled up to lie by your side, and when she took you into your arms you were sure that you’d fall asleep. You could. You wanted to. You knew that the crew would find it strange if you were not there when they woke up. Maybe you could find some form of excuse. You were up before most and got to bed when the rest of the ship was slumbering. So, it wouldn’t be improbable to sleep in the captain’s bed and everyone else would be none the wiser or suspicious. 

You really wanted to allow yourself to stay by her side. Remain in her bed and fall asleep in her arms. And you did. You had to. 

Brienne pulled the furs over you both to shield you from the cold and to cover your naked bodies and after she had done so, you remained in silence for a while before she broke it. “Will you stay the night?”  

You looked at her, gazing into her irises through half-lidded eyes. You brought a hand up to her face and tucked a stray hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. You smiled. “I will. Of course, I will.” 

“Good.” Brienne smiled. A beat passed. Her hand splayed out over your lower back. “So, this friend of yours... she could be a good contact. She sounds like someone to know.” 

You chuckled. “Probably. We’ll have to go back to Oldtown to talk to her though.” 

Laying in Brienne’s arms was unlike any feeling you’d ever felt before. You felt so safe and secure, and her arms were so strong. And she smelled so much like her. You felt inebriated by her scent, and you couldn’t fathom how one singular person could make you feel this way. 

There was no way around it. You loved her. 

“Then I guess that’s where we are going next,” Brienne whispered. Her eyes scanned your face, and you could see that she wanted to say something else – but she didn’t quite know how to. 

“So... You said that you had never done this before, but... you had a lover, no?” You had to ask. The query had been plaguing your mind since the bliss had been laid to rest and you remembered that she had hinted at this being her first time, but the fact that she had indulged in storytelling and therefore told you the extent of her relationship with the woman in the shanty, brought your curiosity to the surface. 

Brienne chuckled heartily. It was a glorious sound. One you wanted to hear more, and more. Every day if so allowed and she bestowed you such a privilege. “We never consummated our relationship. The furthest we went was to kiss... she left before we could have such intimate relations.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, remaining silent as you crafted your next question that had been haunting your thoughts since she regaled you with the situation behind the song. “How’d they die?” 

“He killed her, then himself. I couldn’t possibly know why, but considering I was the only witness, and the only person there, I assume that people drew their assumptions. Some bard caught wind of it, and the song was born.” Brienne held you tight as she answered all your questions, ready to be as open for you as she possibly could. There was no reason to hide herself from you anymore. 

“Some people just do things out of reasons we couldn’t even begin to understand...” You thought out loud. You had so many questions for her, like why she had left Tarth in the first place, or why she only took from those she did, or why she named her ship The Bloody Sapphire, but there was only one you needed the answer to right now. “Last question, for now, I swear. What’s up with the overweening personality? The cocky person I met in the tavern is not the one I have gotten to know over the past months or the one I am lying in bed with right now.” 

Brienne was silent for a minute as she searched for the words, and you looked at her face intently. “When you rule over a crew of two dozen men, you must harden yourself so they will respect you. My crew would surely respect me no matter the personality, but it has truly become a habit and when I am around my men, I slip into it naturally without even noticing it. However, it didn’t come naturally around you, and I had to actively step into it when I felt myself slipping. After a while, I just stopped correcting myself but sometimes it fought back. Like it was a second person living inside my body. Fighting for dominance. For example, the times when I had to excuse myself from our conversations. I didn’t want you to get to know that personality. But it seems like you disregarded that and saw right through me.” 

You kissed her lips and smiled at her when you retracted your head. “Your eyes are more telling than you think. They are the windows to your soul... if you know what to look for.” 

“And you did?” Brienne questioned; her tone careful. 

“Somehow, I always did. Or maybe you just let me, even if subconsciously,” you responded, your eyes never leaving hers. 

“Maybe...,” she replied. Her eyes scanned your face in search of the words she so desperately wanted to speak. “I do not know much about... feelings or emotions. But I know that what is inhabiting my body is strong... and deep – and I feel it for you. I know that I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up next to you for as long as this world allows us to. I... I...” 

“I know,” you interrupted. She did not need to say more, because you already understood what she meant and what she wanted to say. You wanted to say the same thing, but each thing has its time and so does this. “Me too.” 

Brienne smiled and kissed your lips. You smiled back. The air was silent and the sea around you was calm as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.  

The future promised nothing, but you knew that as long as you were allowed the privilege of having her in your life, you’d be happy no matter what the outcome of your life ended up being. 

Your captain, and her Quartermaster. 

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

You know before the reveal of Feast, I actually had a fanfic-ish theory on what destroyed the order, the peacock and what had Fu so Scared

I initially had this theory of the guardians not only protecting the miraculous from the world but the world from the Kwamis, since there’s so many concepts (propulsion,destruction,action,etc) I thought that some concepts would be too dangerous with the Kwamis acting according their Concept (Plagg is a trouble maker, the tiger is loud, the bee is loyal, etc) so I thought of kwamis which acted on their concept way too much (regeneration regenerating too much which caused things like painful deformations, infection basically creating monster zombies, fortification being walking fortress of destruction, manipulation causing wars out of pure pleasure, etc) and I thought the thing that destroyed the order would be like the opposite of Plagg and Tikki, the two are a eternal loop of balance, of entropy and birth, of light and darkness, creation and destruction. So the bad guy would be the End of said valance

Like a villain similar to the Lich of adventure time which wanted nothing but the destruction of everything, the end of the cycle, the end of everything that is, was and will be. A villain that would mark himself has evil and would keep doing it because that’s he’s nature and doesn’t think he should go against it

I think Fu would have accidentally freed this Kwami of the end but the guardians sacrificed themselves and thousands of miraculouses (because we already have enough heroes) to trap it once again and the reason Fu ran away is because some of the leaking power of the End miraculous freed some minions of the kwami which want the miraculous of creation and Destruction so their master can destroy EVERYTHING

In a show about the miraculous (heck they even come before of ladybug’s and cat noir’s name) I think the most fitting villain would be a miraculous

That would explain why Fu was so scared of losing the Miraculous without pulling up the stupidity of the wish in default ending the world, since losing the miraculous could mean Literally the end of everything

Heck I even made a OC (the minion of the kwami chasing down Fu) which was just “hey what if I make a villain rival for ladybug that doesn’t have disgusting implications of being a minor (a rival that is a adult) so when she’s defeated the audience will cheer instead of being disgusted or sad for seeing a (technical) child being dragged into the depths of HELL” also to explain why the peacock was broken since the miraculous of the end (which rivals the power of creation and destruction together) could 100 break the miraculous, it would make the audience know how dangerous this powers are and would make it look important since the damage he caused started the whole show

Also it would rise the stakes better than Gabriel’s personality making a 180 and the wish having the most bullshit consequences, since the wish would be used to end the world

I even wrote a fanfic of the escaped minion being the reason the Timeline changes in cat blanc to make the world end, so the audience knows how corruptive, destructive, unnatural, evil this kwami is with its first plan including manipulating the minds of kids (Rossi slightly and heavily Lila) to start all the events, manipulate Gabriel to hurt he’s son, make cat Blanc fight ladybug and destroy the world. Lila and chloe are just kids, Gabriel is a broken man, but this thing? This thing and he’s minions are what people B.C. saw that inspired the Devil, Hell and demons

Seriously when I discovered a sentimonster (one the order had designed on their book) was the one who destroyed ALL of the guardians, I felt nothing but disappointment, specially when they don’t explain how the peacock was broken by a mere sentimonster

I expected something grand, something that would make Gabriel see the error of he’s ways with how insignificant he is compared to the forces he was trying to control, but instead I just got a sentimonster…

Am I the one in the wrong? Was I expecting too much? Because even till this day I still feel disappointed, specially by how pathetic and uninteresting Feast was. seriously if you changed Feast and that dragon giant from the Shanghai special, I would be pleased since at least I can see a threatening, smart and powerful monster which scales above Hawkmoth in every way (power, evilness, design, lore) being the one at fault of the destruction of this mighty guardians, but instead they died to a frog!

That was a pretty interesting and detailed backstory, anon. Do you have a link to the fanfic you wrote involving the minion?

You're not wrong to expect more from the backstory of one of this show's characters. I don't think anyone really expected the backstory that kicked off the plot to amount to "The monks who trained me were dicks, I got hungry, so I played God and accidentally wiped out the aforementioned monks with a blue frog."

#immaturity of thomas astruc #iota #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug salt #master fu #wang fu #jade turtle

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WIP Whenever (not me thinking yesterday wasn't Wednesday for a good chunk of it and then being too drained to post... just pretend I ain't late) | Tagged by @direwombat @adelaidedrubman and @nightbloodbix ❤️

I'm coming with Calahan and Mary May POVs for this week's check-in. All the feels, for sure. 💔

Light streamed into the living room of Mary May's place on the second floor of the Spread Eagle, making Calahan change positions and bury his face in the couch cushions in an attempt to get a couple of extra minutes of rest. The previous night, he had sneaked back into the bar with Leslie for a celebratory drink after they had successfully gotten Zorro and his clothes out of his Peggie infested cabin. Once they had parted ways, he had climbed upstairs as quietly as he could and crashed on the couch without a much craved shower, knowing Mary May would be out cold at the late hour and wouldn’t appreciate him barging into her bedroom unannounced. The first thing he heard that early morning as he did his hardest to stay asleep were her footsteps as she left her room and headed for the small kitchen. She was humming under her breath as she made coffee, the scent carrying over to him and teasing his senses. A few minutes later, a cup was placed at the coffee table next to him, and he could feel Mary May looming over the couch. When she didn't move, he reluctantly turned and looked at her with blurry eyes, "Is it an emergency?" He took a second to take in her messy blond hair and oversized t-shirt, ignoring the slightly annoyed look on her face. "Good morning to you, too, Rookie.", she rolled her eyes at his impatient tone before moving back to the kitchen to make herself breakfast. "I could feel you staring, you know.", he retorted and threw a hand over his eyes, deciding he would lay down a little bit longer seeing how for the past few days he had been running around the Valley on so many errands and barely getting any sleep. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, I was making sure you were still breathing. Can't have the Resistance lose its leader." Calahan let out a laugh at her dodging his flirting yet again, "Whatever you say, gorgeous."

Mary May took a seat on the small kitchen table that only had two chairs thanks to the tiny space she was using as living quarters. She bit into a piece of toast before asking, "So how did it go with John's doppelganger? What trouble did you get him into?" "He's got potential, that's for sure. Helped me get my shit from the cabin, and we had fun doing it. Remind me to have a word with Sabrina for hiding him." "And did "your shit" also include a certain raccoon?", she raised an eyebrow. Calahan peeked over the back of the couch, sending a smile her way that usually worked in convincing people to see things his way. With Mary May, sadly, all his tactics seemed to have the opposite effect usually. "Zorro will be on his best behavior, I promise. You won't even notice he's around. Plus… he gives mean foot rubs." "Rookie.", disbelief seeped into her tone. "Fine. The foot rubs were a lie. Though, I can take up on that task." "You ain't coming anywhere near my feet, Rookie." "Your loss. And Zorro?" "You really love gettin' on my nerves early in the morning." Calahan gestured around her living room, "He won't take up much of your space and he will be out with me, anyway." Mary May let out a laugh, the first sign he was getting somewhere, "It's like you're trying to sell me a piece of furniture." "I couldn't leave him behind, gorgeous. He's my son." A huff escaped her, probably at the pout he followed his words with, "He's a raccoon."

"Still my son. He was defending the cabin, you know. Costed one Peggie a finger. Scared the life out of Leslie, too, to the point he tried to flee the room like a bat out of hell. It was hilarious.", he couldn't help the proud smile that emerged at the memory. His words piqued her interest, "Did he now?" "Told you I was teaching him tricks before Joseph's takeover. He is one of us, just stuck in a raccoon body, unable to talk." Mary May rolled her eyes before saying, "Fine. He can stay. Just… keep "your son" in check. I find something in here destroyed, he gets the boot." "You love him, you just don't want to admit it. Thank you.", he blew a kiss her way before lying back down and shifting his gaze up to the ceiling as his mind ran over the potential tasks he could take on next. He was dying to take a drive and check up on Hurk and Sharky, knowing the two were probably in the deep with the cult, but he knew chances were less capable of taking care of themselves people needed his help in the Valley. "Have him scratch a Seed's eye out or something, and I might start to like him." Silence took over as Mary May finished her breakfast while Calahan closed his eyes, set on enjoying the precious minutes of peace, knowing with the County on lockdown that never truly lasted. Eventually, she got up and walked to the couch, her arms came to rest on the back as she leaned over to look at Hartley. "You're staring again.", he muttered before cracking one eye open and meeting her baby blues, "Not that I mind." "Whatever you say, Sleeping Beauty. It's rare that you shut up, forgive me for thinking you had fallen asleep on me." "Sleeping Beauty, huh? There's a proven method to wake me up then, gorgeous." "You say, 'a kiss', I'm banning you from the bar for a week, Rookie." "You're no fun.", he stuck out his tongue, before asking, "So… why did you need me awake?"

Mary May took a deep breath, for once looking uncertain, "I know you have enough on your plate as is and I don't want to join in with all the folks asking you for help…" Calahan rose up to a sitting position that brought him on the same eye level as her when he said in a serious tone, "Whatever you need, just ask." He was well aware only inches separated them to the point he could start counting the freckles scattered across her nose and she seemed to have realized the same thing as her gaze darted to his lips for a second. It happened so quick he could have missed it if he had blinked, but he didn't. You like me, Angel. Too bad you refuse to admit it, let alone act on it. But in a way Calahan was glad about her faking disinterest. He told himself it was for the best, that it would be an unwanted complication in the middle of a holy war, that the last thing he needed was to fall for anyone and he was certain with her it would be unavoidable and as natural as breathing. The biggest trouble I can ever get myself into. He had wholeheartedly expected Mary May to pull back and put more space between them, but as the seconds ticked by, she remained glued to the spot with an unreadable expression on her face. She finally cleared her throat, "I was wondering if you'd help get the Widowmaker back." "Your daddy's truck?" Mary May nodded, sadness swimming in her eyes, "John had his men steal it. And as you know, I was too "preoccupied" to chase after them.", a frown appeared as she added, "Bastard doesn't know how to keep his hands off my things, does he?" "We're getting it back, gorgeous. And the next thing of his I fuck up, you bet would be dedicated to you." A small smile that pulled at his heart erased the scowl, "Can I come with?" "Like you even have to ask me that.", Calahan booped her nose and got up, heading for the bathroom as he called out, "I'm going to put a word out, find where they're keeping the truck."

Mary May watched Hartley disappear into her bedroom and stayed put until she heard the bathroom door close behind him. The second it did, she took it as a sign to move and entered the room, trying to ignore the sound of the running water and the visuals that threatened to appear in her mind. She quickly changed into a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, wanting to not waste too much time in case Calahan decided to cut his shower short. She couldn't deny for some reason it had taken her a more than the usual amount of willpower to stop staring at his bare chest as he slept on her couch that morning. The fact he had called her lingering gaze out didn't help matters. Should tell him to find a new place to sleep at or at least shower elsewhere. Definitely to stop walking around shirtless and promise I'd throw him out otherwise. Yeah, he'd have a field day hearing that one. Mary May immediately hated the idea of making him leave, she had grown used to having his presense around the bar and how he was always willing to try to make her crack a smile or offer a distraction from the headaches John Seed was causing her. Calahan Hartley was a ball of chaos, but also a breath of fresh air and a helping hand to anyone that needed assistance at dealing with the cult. Days back John had spared no resources in taking over Fall's End, finally succeeding at closing down the Spread Eagle with her en route back to his bunker, to the hell she had barely escaped last time.

Or so the bastard thought. The victory hadn't lasted long. Just until Hartley had barelled into town in no other than a stolen Peggie truck and wipped out John's men like nobody's business. Then he had rushed at her with worry in his eyes, curse words directed at the youngest Seed spilling out of his mouth as he had cut her free. "Are you hurt, Mary May? 'Cause I swear to God, John won't know what's coming for him… I ain't losing anyone else.", he had asked while he examined her all over, his tone dead serious, promising of good old trouble headed John's way. As she, Calahan and Jerome had pried away the boards nailed to one of the only things her father had left her: the bar and reopened it, Mary May had been the first to offer the Deputy a place to stay when he needed it, feeling like it was the least she could do as a thank you for helping her keep her promise and her old man's wish alive. Off-key singing pulled her out of the memory and she found herself biting back a smile at the idea that the man that was rapidly turning into the Project's number one enemy and had somehow ended up leading a resistance against it, was currently showering in her very bathroom and acting like anything but a vicious vigilante. Not all heroes wear capes, alright. Some work as deputies that have broken more laws than the people they arrest and own a raccoon they consider a son. She quickly exited the bedroom and strode downstairs, set on preparing the bar for the day and putting any thoughts of Hartley at the back burner, where they belonged.

The first thing to greet her were small feet scurrying off across the wooden floors that made her release a sigh before she called out, "Zorro." Initially the name had no effect until seconds later when a head poked out from behind the bar and "Calahan's son" rushed at her, wrapping his paws around her leg in what his owner deemed as "greeting". "Morning to you, too, boy.", Mary May muttered as she stared down at the raccoon, then pointed towards the stairs, "Up to your father you go now. I have to open the bar. Can't have you chasing off paying customers." The raccoon made no move, dark gaze trained on her face, forcing her to repeat more sternly, "Up, Zorro." At the command Zorro finally sprung into action, waddling over to the stairs and sneaking a look her way to see if she was following as he began to climb up. He got half of the way and stopped, making Mary May shake her head, "What? Want me to come too? Fine. Guess I do need to open the door for you. Maybe he should teach you how to do that." The second her boots hit the first step, the raccoon resumed his ascend. "Bit off a Peggie's finger, did ya now?", Zorro's ears perked up as if he understood her words, "Good job.", then she frowned, "And I'm talking to a raccoon. Your daddy is rubbing off on me, Zorro." She pushed open the door that separated the downstairs area and her living quaters and followed him inside at the exact moment Calahan chose to emerge from her bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he dried off his hair with another.

"Jesus, Rookie.", the words left her before she could stop them, winning a laugh out of him. "Thought you headed down. Sorry.", Hartley explained sheepishly, while his smug smile was anything but apologetic and only widening at the fact she was most definitely gawking and yet to get anything else out, "Enjoying the view, gorgeous? For the record, I don't blame you for coming back for more." Pull yourself together. Mary May returned her narrowed gaze back to his face, and after a final look at him, she twirled around and said, "Make sure your son behaves." The door cut off his throaty laughter while she took the stairs two at a time and tried her hardest to stop her mind from wandering into a dangerous territory, of wondering what the small tattoo above his hip spelled. Sure as hell ain't asking him. He won't let me live that one down. Back down in the bar, she made it her mission to exorcize him from her thoughts, focusing on taking down the chairs and making sure everything was in place for opening and when she ran out of tasks to keep her preoccupied, she moved onto the small kitchen, arranging whatever Casey had left out of place. Mary May frowned at the knowledge her only employee was no doubt going to be late, that she had nobody to distract her with small talk.

She was used to Calahan's advances, to his casual flirting, had gotten pretty good at ignoring it all and having an array of reasons why she had to do it. Yet as the months passed and he stuck around, the list with reminders of why getting involved with him was out of the question had suddenly started to become shorter. She was starting to forget. To yearn. It was the worst idea to harbor. Especially now that everything had gone to shit. Maybe I should send him to sleep at the church… make him Jerome's problem. Then she'd be all alone again. Left to dwell on the past, on everything she had lost and regretted. Or she could continue laughing at Calahan's jokes. Have his devilish blue eyes be the first thing she saw each morning. Yes, keeping him around for the time being sounded like the better option. A car engine cut off outside, followed by the jiggle of the bell above the bar's entrance that made her poke her head in through the serving hatch of the kitchen, "We're not open yet." Her breath hitched for a second as her eyes settled on the person that had entered.

Phantom pain shooting across her chest inevitably came next, just like it had with his surprising arrival the day before. It was almost as strong as it had been in that awful moment she had found herself in John Seed's chair, teary eyes staring at him bathed in red hues, her blood becoming one with the room when he made true on his promises of immeasurable pain. Her hopeless screams filling the dead silence, drowning out his patient voice as the realization nobody would come for her sank in. She could still hear his sick reassurances how she had made the right choice by finally "saying Yes" after hours of torture, that the fact she had confessed her "sins" meant she was a step closer to his precious Eden. The twisted delight in his blue gaze still haunted her. The memory lingered just like the crude scar he had left he with. Seeing Hudson on screen anytime she turned on the TVs in the bar only reopened her old wounds. You're still standing. Free. Alive. The bar is open. He hasn't won. And never will. "Morning, Mary May. Should I come back then? Figured I could catch up with Cal before he runs off somewhere.", the apologetic tone and genuine smile were a quick reminder she wasn't facing the man that had made it his job to destroy everything she held dear. Not that she would ever actually confuse the two, but she had to admit the resemblance was quite jarring and she'd need time to get used to not wincing at the sight of his face.

"Ah, now, as the owner of this fine establishment, I can always make an exception, Detective. Anything to drink?" Leslie shook his head as he pulled out one of the chairs at the bar and sat down. "Still not at the stage where I'm morning drinking." "Stick around some more, and you'd get there, Les. It's a rite of passage for anyone settling down in the County ever since the Seeds came along.", Mary May retorted as she exited the kitchenette and slipped into her usual spot. Gary Fairgrave used to have those days where he'd throw back a glass of bourbon while cursing the Project to hell and back before heading off towards the bar after bidding her and her mother a goodbye. "I knew that family was rotten down to the root from the moment they got here. Shit smells like shit, no matter how much french perfume you spray on it.", it was what her old man used to say, taking pride in how his gut instinct had been right about the Seeds. Years later, she was the only one left from the Fairgraves to carry on his legacy and keep the deep-seated hate alive. Leslie gave her a sad smile, seeming at struggle with his own demons, "It all feels like a nightmare, yet my alarm for work is yet to ring and wake me up." A grimace pulled at her features, and her hands set back to straightening the pile of glass coasters at the bar, ignoring how many of them had Calahan's phone number on them, "Wish I could say things would get better…"

"Hope.", Leslie muttered with a strange look. "Hm?", she couldn't help her bitter laugh. "It's what we always have left. Hope. Sabrina would always tell me that. Tell it to any worried family we had to meet with." His words made her release a sigh, "You two are going to find her." Yet a part of her worried. That John had his claws deep into the bright-eyed Deputy. That Calahan was wrong about Sabrina's unwavering conviction. That maybe she had been a traitor all along, and all of them had just failed to see it. Whistling carried from the stairs accompanied by Calahan taking the steps quickly, and in record time, he was at Leslie's side. "My new partner returns.", he exclaimed in a greeting before playfully slapping his back and taking the seat next to him. "Come on, my boy.", Hartley reached down and picked up Zorro from the ground. "Chairs are for paying-" "-customers.", he finished her complaint as he set the raccoon down in one of the empty chairs, "Come on, gorgeous, how can you turn down such a cute face?" Mary May frowned at his puppy dog eyes and the fact they were working. A little. "Doesn't change the fact he's an animal." "A member of the Resistance. And… I was talking about myself." "You ain't cute, Rookie."

Leslie choked back a laugh as Calahan rubbed at his chest, groaning in pain for good measure, "One day, you're gonna realize what you're missing, gorgeous. And I won't be looking for payback for these insults. Too much." He sent a wink her way before clicking his tongue at Zorro in a signal, then turning to Leslie, "Shall we go then, partner? See what plans of John's we can sabotage?" The detective was the first to get up, followed by no other than Calahan's son on the way to the door. Hartley remained seated as he regarded her with a heated expression before leaning over the bar the same way he had earlier that morning and whispering, "I will see to locating what you need me to find. Try not to think about me too much while I'm gone." All she could seem to do was exhale and then involuntary inhale his scent while his baby blues stayed glued to hers. "Thank you for breakfast, by the way. I sure can get used to it." "You gonna start paying me rent, Rookie?", she finally managed to croak out, adding, "For two preferably." Calahan ignored her words and the fact he had someone waiting on him and observing the whole thing, "Can you feel this?" "Hmm?", she gave him a confused look, refusing to back away first and prove that he was getting to her. "How good we could be… if only you weren't so damn stubborn." He moved back, finally putting space between them again and with another wink was gone. Mary May stared at the door, willing for the pesky longing to go away and refusing to admit how for a second, it felt like he had taken all the oxygen from the room with him.

Tagging @clicheantagonist @josephseedismyfather @socially-awkward-skeleton @thesingularityseries @detectivelokis @aceghosts @madparadoxum @chazz-anova @theelderhazelnut @purplehairsecretlair @dumbassdep @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth @cassietrn @voidika @harmonyowl @v0idbuggy @strangefable @schoute @jacobsneed @strafethesesinners @g0dspeeed @trench-rot @nightwingshero @josephslittledeputy @euryalex @florbelles @neonneurons @simplegenius042 @vampireninjabunnies-blog and anyone with something to share ❤️

#the tension between those two ... ooof ❤️ #okay but poor leslie having no clue how much his face alone triggers Mary May 💔💔💔 #the fact Cal's first reaction was to attack when he showed up a few chapters back hits different for sure #and yeah; Mary May so lied to Cal about not worrying about whose side Sabrina's on... #also look at me trying to make a replica of Boomer's collar for the chapter banner ... minutes well spent😂😂 #tagged <3 #oc: calahan hartley #calahan x mary may #mary may fairgrave #oc: leslie parish #far cry 5 deputy #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #far cry 5 oc #oc character #ship: the daredevil and the anchor #ship dynamics #wip whenever #wip wednesday #snippets #wip snippet #character dynamics #ocs

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Aikatsu Stars is cool but I have the hubris of a god and I think I can do better so I decided to rewrite everything about it lmao (this is for you @arabella-pink)

Season 1

Main characters are Yume, Koharu, Rola, Mahiru, Ako, and Haruka Ruka (I can’t help it her wide eyes and cute character design has captured me) 

Pre-Season 1 Yume is someone who had a decent amount of fame as a child star and lost it (idk how I came up with all this a week ago and forgot) and now is doing everything she can to regain popularity again 

Yume and Koharu are still childhood friends they are a package deal and you cannot and will not separate them

Four Star Academy is a highly prestigious idol academy that’s super duper competitive- especially considering that you have to be the best of the best to be in S4 

Speaking of S4, in Season 1, S4 only consists of Yozora, Tsubasa, and Yuzu 

Before the school year in Season 1 started, Hime completely disappeared from the spotlight due to the pressure she has felt as the top idol (she’s the most favorited out of S4, every brand she promotes sells out in seconds, she is bigger than life itself, think of her as the Taylor Swift (popularity wise) of Aikatsu) 

Yozora, Tsubasa, and Yuzu are the only ones who know where she is, but refuse to disclose, to the point that Moroboshi almost disbands S4 because of it 

We find out where Hime is like,,, end of S1- beginning of S2 (Hime plays a bigger role in S2) 

Erasing the whole dress-make system that Aikatsu had because I am sick of idol designers I want regular designers back please

For a while, Yume had left her old star life before seeing S4 performs (and being hit with the classic Aikatsu moment™ where she realizes that this is what she wants)

The only problem is… Yume’s not very talented in the idol field… she struggles with dancing and singing and practically has two left feet

So imagine everyone’s surprise (including Yume) when she absolutely kills her debut performance (this is where the magic rainbow power comes in) 

The rainbow power is one of Aikatsu Stars’ biggest mysteries because??? What are you??? Where did you come from?? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS AND WHY DO YOU TARGET RANDOM IDOLS??

In the rewrite, the rainbow power is something that is a “gift” from the Aikatsu System (which idk I might make another post about with my ideas) in which it amplifies abilities of idols: gives them the most beautiful voices and powerful auras to the point it overrides any other auras nearby; however, it does have its cons: it causes the idol to lose their voice (like in canon), become more fragile, and forget their memories the more they use the power

Anyways, Yume’s feeling great and then the partner performance thing comes and she’s paired with Rola and does absolutely horrendous

Even then, her confidence is still high because she proclaims Rola as her rival (who agrees but doesn’t really take it seriously) 

Oh, I forgot to mention, Rola and Mahiru are prodigies from really rich families (*gasp* nepotism…) and have been child stars- they’re also rivals who are constantly at each other’s throats 

Rola doesn’t really think Yume’s a threat so most of the time she’s quite dismissive of Yume, but Mahiru respects Yume a lot after her debut performance 

Mahiru and Rola had planned to be in Flower Song Class together (and whoever won the selection would win their “little” rivalry) but Mahiru switches classes after seeing Yume’s performance (who has made it very clear that she’s going to go to Flower Song Class) 

Also Flower Song Class has a reputation of pushing out the biggest top idols of their age (ex. Hotaru Yukino, Hime) and is a highly competitive class 

Anyways, Yume and Rola make it to Flower Song (Yume’s power activates again), Mahiru and Koharu are in Moon Beauty, Ako is in Bird Theater, and Haruka Ruka is in Wind Dance 

Rola and Mahiru have a big fight about how Mahiru is a coward and is backing out of their rivalry, blah blah blah some sapphic fighting idk guys they just have a big fight 

Also Ako and Haruka Ruka are friends as well 

Ako became an idol similar to canon,, she liked a member of M4 and wanted to get close to him (except its Kanata she likes and not Subaru because I like Kanata more) 

She basically calculates and plans to trick him into liking her lmao (except it turns out Kanata knew the whole time and liked her for her true self) 

Guys I swear I’ll come up with more stuff for Ako and Haruka Ruka I WILL I PROMISE IT'S BEEN A BUSY WEEK

I may pull a Bandai and abandon M4 because I do not know how they could impact the plot they’re just,,, standing there and looking pretty (I only have stupid headcanons)

Back to Yume, she finds out more about her power somehow and instead of trying to get rid of it,,, she uses it more to her advantage 

Girl is DEAD set on being famous- she finds out a way to use the power frequently, which sets her at the top of her class and actually makes her popular with the general public (she probably got an album out i dunno) 

She’s been warned by Moroboshi, who has seen how this power has hurt his own sister. But won’t stop, she can’t stop, because she’s climbing up and up. She’s made a name for herself, she’s made new friends… and she’s losing them even quicker than she made them 

She can’t remember much about herself anymore: what songs she hums when she can’t sleep, the food her mother used to make for her when she was upset, the games that Koharu and Yume used to play when they were little. But it’s fine, it's perfectly fine because Yume is famous now. She has everything she wants. 

Yume’s been thriving in Four Star’s competitive environment. Koharu, on the other hand… hasn’t been doing the best. Koharu has always been more of a designer than an idol, and she’s always behind everyone else. She doesn’t have many friends outside of Yume, and even Yume has been too busy to hang out with Koharu. The pressure and stress is too much, and she decides to leave Four Star Academy to be better. (*Episode 30 flashbacks*) Yume comes back to their dorm with all of Koharu’s things gone, and only some candy and a note left for Yume. It’s only then that Yume realizes all that she’s lost, that in the search for fame, she’s lost who she was, her friends, her family, everything, just to get her name to the top. 

Yume struggles a lot with fame, where she barely gets an ounce of privacy, and the pressure is crumbling her (along with the guilt that this isn’t her, it’s the magic power). She’s been used by many people, who use her name to be more famous, and then immediately leave her. 

Yume realizes why Hime left. Hime had a midas touch, everything she would touch would turn gold. However, what good is a midas touch if all you wanted was to wear silver jewelry? And Yume thinks of how lucky Hime is, to have taken her dignity and left the idol world. 

A big part of Yume’s arc is how she isn’t idol-worthy. She doesn’t really have the star quality in her. Everyone around her is naturally talented and good at everything and Yume… isn’t. Everyone is sort of the chosen one… except Yume. Yume is a person who knows she isn’t special, but makes herself special. There will always be queens and princesses, but what about the girls without magic in their blood? They have to hold their heads high, as if they are the ones who are adorned with crowns (that’s a Six of Crows reference I love Six of Crows) 

I also had an idea where Yume actually stole the magic power from someone but I also have NO idea how she would do that… guys this is still a work in progress and I’m sorry its so messy its so late and I didn’t get much sleep 

Additional ideas I had that I didn’t know where to put

Koharu is basically a personification of Yume’s childhood and everything that makes Yume… well Yume, so her disappearing is just symbolism for how Yume has lost herself and her childhood 

Mahiru and Rola are gay and they like each other in the rewrite because I think their dynamic is cool (they’re also lacy by Olivia Rodrigo coded you guys should listen) 

FSA still puts an emphasis on individuality so students are encouraged to customize their uniforms as well as their school coords (so their Star Coords all have different silhouettes)

Hime is sort of someone who “haunts” the narrative in Season 1 

Ako gets her own brand (that isn’t FuwaFuwa Dream nor Shiny Smile but a secret third thing (I don’t know yet))

Haruka Ruka may have a Pop Brand with a decora concept called “DECO●LOUR MY WORLD” but I don’t know yet 

Koharu is also a cute type idol 

Anyways the Season 2 post (if I ever make one we’ll see) will have Hime getting an SPR and Yume NOT getting an SPR but she gets Koharu back so I think that’s a fair trade

Also some songs for the rewrite would be The Lucky One (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift, making the bed by Olivia Rodrigo, You’re On Your Own Kid by Taylor Swift, and Castle’s Crumbling (Taylor’s Version) (From the Vault) by Taylor Swift

#aikatsu #aikatsu stars #rewrite #guys i wrote this when it was late and i was half asleep but it was kinda funny so i refuse to edit it #anyways i hope you enjoy!!!!!! #please be nice #ALSO I'M SORRY IF THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE #I also left out a lot my bad

[evangeline-sugar]

Introductions Are In Order

Content Warning, we reblog about everything we like and see, which includes S E X and heavy kinks and stuff so be wary!

Hihi! Because of...recent discoveries and so, I've become a Plural, specifically a Median System (meaning I am that third mysterious thing between being singlet and being multiple, long story short, we are all fragments of 1 self and try to keep up a single identity for the outside world! Until we are in a comfy place or the internet, hehe :3). So! If I (do) post anything, you'll find something to differentiate on who is speaking sooo!! (All names and pronouns are interchangeable until said otherwise~)

Hewo! im EVA, host member and shapeshifter who you'll find a lot more often probably!! I speak without anything, so assume its me unless it's obvious that its Mawly being unable to type! I go by She / Her!!

[Hello. This is Unit. Unit is an android and emergency host & logical processor, It handles background thoughts, the Auto Unit system to block off thoughts or censor (mostly just one) member(s), and other such smaller details. It speaks between brackets [ ], anything else added to it can be seen as...Her. It responds to It / Its pronouns, and often refers to itself in the third person.]

*Hello, I'm Lady~ Formerly a ghost and an infection, now the second-in-command for EVA (still a ghost though)~ I mostly take her place when she gets bored or tired, and often the one to speak for everyone when she is resting~ I speak in italics and between asterisks, and also go by She / Her, but you may also refer to me as Ma'am, Mistress, or Mommy~, or whatever else suits your fancy~*

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Extra things! I'm also a very hyperfixated writer and I will go sicko mode on you if you ask me about my writing. My current objective is finishing my detective story, Korpse Child, and its small spinoff series, Korpse Plushie!

[horsechestnut]

I would love details on the Reverse Robin AU idea, I always adore those. (Though I often feel they miss an opportunity by not having Duke be first. Then again I sort of have a "Either its the first four Robins being reversed, or its all of them and thus Duke is first" system. A lot depends on what swerves the story best.) Sorry for the off topic ramble and no pressure to share, but yeah it'd be cool.

One thing I am notably curious about is how you'd handle the pre death relationship between Bruce & Stephanie. Cos so much of their canon one is filtered through his grief over Jason and projection onto her which led to his awful treatment of her, which led to her desperation to please him. Without that death things would probably be a lot more chill.

Still, I could see a similar death happening if Bruce got to up his own ass with trying to play master mind and it all blowing up in his face (Which I insist would have happened with his crime control plan regardless of Stephanie.)

No apology necessary! I love off topic rambles and am prone to doing them myself (see how long this explanation ended up for reference lol).

Here's a link to a sort of fan-fic/sort of explanation I wrote earlier (Though I think you already found it). I would love to flesh it out into a full fic, but I'm not sure that will ever actually happen.

As for Steph and Bruce specifically though, I think there's still tension between them, but it comes from a different place. Spoiler is a rouge agent, a teenager with no training, no oversight, and a personal score to settle, and Bruce isn't really prepared to handle that. Damian came to him pre-trained and if Tim comes second (which I think he should since he's both before and after Steph in canon) he was doing it because he believed it was the right thing to do. Without Jason Bruce has never had to deal with anyone who's completely untrained before, and without Dick he's never had to deal with a personal grudge as motivation (except his own, and he's really not prepared to get into that), so the combination of them in Steph seems far to dangerous to have in the field. Besides, it sets a bad precedent, he can't just let any teenager start running around fighting crime or he'll have a We Are Robin situation on his hands, and he already has a Robin. I don't think it's really personal for him, it just makes logical sense for everyone if she would stop, but for some reason she won't, even after Cluemaster is dead. (She also reminds him a little to much of himself at that age, but he's not going to think about that).

On Steph's end I think things are a little more complicated. I think the indifference would both drive her insane and give her this sort of false hope. No matter what she does it never seems to be enough, but the parts of her Bruce seems to dislike are all related to Spoiler, not Stephanie, which means she can change them! But there are parts of Steph that are baked into Spoiler, which carry over to Robin in turn that she can't get rid of no matter how hard she tries. Plus there are just enough similarities between the way Batman talks to her and the way Arthur did that sometimes it activates her fight instinct when logically she knows she should just listen to him. And unfortunately Bruce doesn't respond well to being snapped at, but he also never seems to hold it against her for more than a day. So Steph just keeps running in this circle and never knows where she stands with Bruce, and in some ways it's better and in some ways it's worse, because at least with her dad she knew where she stood and could stop trying.

I don't like that answer, trust me I wish I could say things between them would be better, but personally I don't think so. Bruce might be nicer about the way he says it, but I think he'd still want Steph to stop and Steph would still think if she tries hard enough he'll realize he was wrong.

Sorry, that got away from me, but anyway, I think the concept of including Duke is interesting! I just don't really know enough about him to know how it would play out or have thoughts on how We Are Robin could happen without Robin.

[tammyfeabakker]

Looking for another job... of course life will fuck me like always... I swear this family is cursed.. no matter how much we give. Life takes never gives us a break. On the romance front my chart must of been a couple degrees out of whack.. I can't run out of sight out mind can't apply here. In my beautiful world that surrounds me... I have to take the punches again. I have plants a garden now. I'm being watched by my soul mate stops by for quick conversation... thats bout it. Ran into him at dollar general in the parking lot he called me stubborn... I cracked the fuck up pffffffft I'm so easy going. Learned along time ago people don't think alike if it makes them happy I'm happy. I'm laid back whatever makes you happy I'm happy. Stubborn now if he going to assume shit like that. Last week his ex again problem... I said get the fuck over it!!! Shes ugly. I did i said it inside and out ugly. I didn't include fat.. he closed his eyes... I said she's to ugly to be looking for a meal ticket... started talking bout the universe and how it bought Glen his mechanic into his life looking at me like I'm suppose to say did it bring me because it sure as hell bought you!!! I didn't. Then he told me go home your the second to sour my morning.. I said fuck you you soured your own morning... I walk my ass down here brightens your fucking day who the fuck you kidding bitch. In a quiet voice he said you do. His shop is attached to my back yard!!! Thanks fucking life!! I had no intentions to find a man. I just wanted some peace of mind. They say if your miserable do something I did I ripped apart my life tore it up. Took a chance and wtf. Going to tend to yard is now a torture. He watches me all the time. He has told me too. I go out that garage door goes up. He said can't wait for the pool to open. I'm like geat voyeurism... happy to watch but doesn't do shit. I can't I don't want him to think I'm looking for a meal ticket or jus say wtf!!! Jus ask me the fuck out you put more into breaking up with your ex then your future. I did tell him he is so cute witty sweet ect. I put it out there. Lemme see your attracted to me I have what your looking for and he fucking knows it! But nothing but watching its very uncomfortable.. I'm trying to over it. I have been avoiding him as much as I can. Its really hard since he is there 7 days a week 12 hours a day!!! Thanks life now what?!!! I know things can be worse i know this. But I'm trying to combat depression and did im suppose to do fucking fight fight for me to save my fucking beautiful soul!!! But no oh let's throw the guy I never had intentions for a relationship in the fucking first place!!! In my face thats in my lifes path!!! And jus lemme rot well I say 🖕🖕 you and him and everything else like the job applied for perfect for me I have the experience close to home!!! Nooooo its the only job I actually applied for that lifted my spirits but there's to many applications put in the first time I seen that!!!

[valodia]

I had a rlly strange but funny dream like. Surreal. Ok so my dreams have themes and they usually are about some untreated issue i have so i usually have a variation of the same type of dreams over and over until i solve whichever problem is related. Probably like this for everyone else but yea.

Anyway 2 of my reoccurring themes among many are 1) transport/travel dreams where i feel like im trying to go somewhere but most of the time i never get there at all and the dream is mostly spent travelling by bus, train, tramway, sometimes plane, usually very stressful and feeling lost/without control & 2) dream im interested in somebody and having a date with them/in a relationship w them/soemtimes straight up following them around/stalking?? and im usually never sure if theyre interested or not and spend the whole dream trying to figure that out

So anyway i already figured what these mean etc (i guess thats for therapy so that reminds me about that) but anyway this dream mixed those 2 aspects.

It mixed another thing in which is not a reoccurring theme perse but more like a thought i had but whatever.

Anyway i dreamt i was spending time with this person i liked (who is real but its like. a "celebrity" sort of so id ont know them IRL. cringe) and it was a date and all but they acted pretty uninterested and like. I was travelling with them back somewhere where we were supposed to split up and then i go back home. So i was in this bus with them. It was a really long ride. For most of it my date was silent/aloof and i was feeling anxious like how am i gonna say goodbye, do they even want to see me again etc. I thought it would be really awkward if they told me they didnt like me anymore etc but whatever.

At this point i notice the bus driver gets rlly angry. He was angry the whole time but now hes like seething and i see the bus is being abruptly cut by a car (this is in the middle of the highway and the car was going perpendicular????). The bus goes CLEAN through the car like. Bam and jus tbarrels through, effectivly detaching the front of the car which probably included a fictional driver at least but i couldnt see it was so fast (????!!!!!).

The bus driver is so angry he does not stop, in fact hes so mad that hes speeding up to a very concerning point. ????!!! Me and my date are both watching with anticipation.

Anyway soon after we get to the bus stop so i think its as good a time as any and i say to this person well i had a great time with you so let me know if you wanna do this again sometimes. They stare at me blank faced and i think here it comes ok. And they go like actually i had a good time too its just that im also going through a divorce so im depressed and i have trouble moving on so i want to take it slow. But i like you so you can see my divorce papers and everything if you want. (??????????????????????) At this point im like yay they like me though!! im ok with the divorce/etc thing im polyam whatever as long as they like me. Im so happy i start going in for a hug and cuddling them. We decide that we want to spend more time so we're going back to their place i think or somewhere to be together again and hang out more.

Then i get off the bus and like. Idk why i get separated from my date but i gotta meet them again at the next bus which goes back. I realize we get the same bus driver. Hes very angry to see me again take the bus back and im not too pleased to be riding with him either. Next part of the dream is more riding the bus back and talking w my date and then we get to their place and tlak and cuddle etc and the dream ends there kinda.

Im just like baffled about the bus driver thing like. Why did my dream have such a weird subplot. What did they mean by this. What were trhey trying to say

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[ducknotinarow]

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| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

"Man I thought this was over with. Fine whatever here just hurry up so I can be done with this shit finally. Jus' ya know don't read to much into anything here and I swear don't fuck go and tell him anything. There isn't anything to tell sure but still got it!"            

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone              

'Donnie'

"I mean nothin' speical about the name pick they use the same nicknames we all use for each other as is. I mean felt like they all called 'im Don most, and calling him Donatello just felt too much on top of it. So I dunno Donnie fits don't mean anything that I called him that..even if I slipped because he was the first other turtle I saw and I was confused since he also wore purple so I dunno guess I already saw him as Donnie."             

 - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                  

[image description]   Its Donnie in the lab smiling over at the camera, clearly busy with working on the device they were going to use to send Raph and Casey back to their own dimension. Fresh cup of Coffee was being handed over to them clearly from Raph himself.       

The turtle grows quite a moment averting his eyes a bit, "Well sure Casey and I hung 'round the others us often but I kind of got close to Donnie too. Figured if I could I dunno do something? useful. We could get back home sooner. I jus' didn't know what to do or how to do anything. But Donnie let me help him out at least..actually he even was nice enough to let me check out the games he had too.." Raphael shifts a bit where he stands. "I dunno it was nice I guess, he is nice I mean I guess.. or whatever." Raphael grumbles under his breath slightly. "Not used to that sort treatment I guess. I dunno my brothers an' are are the same age an' I kick Leo's ass for being like with me but..Donnie? Whatever just go to the next thing."

 - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone              

No Way Out by Phil Collins              

Everywhere I turn, I hurt someone But there's nothing I can say to change the things I've done Of all the things I hid from you I cannot hide the shame And I pray someone, something will come to take away the pain

Normally I have the muse answer but gonna be me this time uwu welcome to I watch brother bear not to long ago and decided 03 Donnie is basically 12 Raphs adopted big brother and that made me remember brother bear and this song is at a very sad point in the movie but it just fits so so so well. In terms of timeline and such I recalled we said this happens around Raph and 12 Donnies small falling out. Which is part of why he sort of gravitates to 03 Donnie because hes in such a new world and don't know what to do its out of habit her goes to Donnie but his Donnie isn't there. And sure it hurts being around this worlds Donnie since him and 12 Don are in a bad spot. At first it can be claimed Raph is just replacing Donnie but in truth 03 Donnie more happens to be there for Raph when he really needed that. Raph's bad about opening up about stuff that bugs him and will blow it off as nothing as if hes over it but he's not. And with him being stuck in a new universe? He feels useless. Sure he kills time with the other Raph and Casey. But He ended up sort of sticking around Donnie the most. Donnie was just very kind and nice to Raph likely cause Raph is like a younger version of 03's own twin brother so he could read him a bit easier. But its not a kind of care Raph often gets nor allows. If the Leo of that world tried it the result wouldnt be the same. It's like getting his brother back at first then he sees 03 Donnie more like an older brother. He just a bit more nice to him compared to others and more willing to listen even because 03 Donnie makes him feel like he got a use by letting him help least gather supplies needed for the device he's making adjustments to and such. Which is where the songs come in uwu as said Raph feels he hurts everyone around him and such especially with his own Don, but 03 Donnie helps with a lot of that and for my end why Raph comes to terms of being able to talk to 12 Donnie and even help him when he gets stupid and near kills over later, not to mention willing to talk to him when approached

 - my muse’s last text to your muse

[text] imaged attached of some scrap metal and various other items like a soldering iron

[text] hey was this the thing you said you could use?

[text] old Casey and Raph got us walking through a junk yard right now and I saw this

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[text] Hope you don't mind but thought I could hang back with you instead of going with the others for 'dragon hunting'

[text] still wont either way but if it's cool i'll head to your lab

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[text] image attached of 03 Raph looked pissed off

[text] your Mikey said im your new favorite and I think he's jealous

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[text] hey

[text] if you and old Raph fought how would ya know he meant it when saying he was sorry?

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me again, I feel Raph spent a lot of time with 03 Donnie so there aren't too many text messages between them but shows even when he wasn't around Donnie, Raph had texted him pretty often. If he was aware of something Don needed, ever for other projects. Raph would snag it for them. I also think 03 Raph would get jealous over Donnie's fondness towards 12 Raph XD so threw that in as a funny thing. I like to think they are still able to call and text later and Raphs reaches out to 03 Donnie about making up with his own Donnie one the last text ;3;

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[ericeffiorg]

so i finished another rewatch of sex education season 1 and this was probably the one that gave me the most to think about, so i'm gonna put them here in little sections.

maeve - definitely the best written character. there is so much rawness to her that it's impossible not to love her, even when she does bad things. she is by far the most well-thought out character (followed by otis) and i think she could easily have a spin-off that would work just as well as this one.

i especially love how every mistake she makes has a good reason behind. she was trying to be a good girlfriend to jackson, but she literally couldn't because she's going through a lot, can't understand his problems, and is bitter, but nothing she did was ever malicious and i love how that came across. i do think people focus way too much on jackson being 'bad' in this relationship but other than that, it was well done.

adam (and eric lol) - this features an s3 spoiler btw but anyway i've never liked adam in the first two seasons but i don't think i've ever disliked him as much as i did this time around. something that i realised is that almost every single thing that happens to eric ends up being about adam (and never vice versa). eric's big story this season is him getting beaten up for being so openly queer and trying to "de-gay" himself by wearing hoodies and self-hating, and eventually he learns to not do that and to embrace his femininity. this then leads to a really beautiful moment where eric's dad admits he's learning to stand up for himself because of his brave son. and just as they finish hugging we cut to adam looking all sad and depressed bc his dad doesn't love him. this would be fine if this didn't happen every single time eric and his dad deal with something. even when eric punched anwar and a few eps later anwar tells him he has a "nice shirt", instead of focusing on this interesting dynamic between those two, we pan to adam, looking gloomy. eric literally can't do anything without it being made about adam.

something else that's really infuriating is that every bad action that adam does towards eric is always treated lightly. him calling eric "tromboner" is a joke, him shoving him into a locker is full of "jokes" that make us roll our eyes and smile at, and if it's not a joke it's us feeling sorry for adam because they remind us that his dad hates him. so even when eric is getting bullied by adam (which includes being stolen from, having dog poo thrown on his family car, physically attacked and more) it's seen as a silly little joke, so of course by the time season 3 comes around the audience is going to switch on eric for doing one (1) bad thing. adam has always been at the centre of both his and eric's "individual" stories, and eric has never actually had his own.

the show prides itself on its diversity by putting eric on all of the promotional material yet his story isn't about him, it's about his white counterparts (including otis).

jackson - jackson suffers a similar fate to eric in that his story is mostly about two white people. it's not as bad as jackson does get a lot of development throughout, but his white mother and maeve are really huge parts of his story and whilst it works somewhat in jackson's favour, the issue with eric makes me feel a bit about this. do the writers not know how to make us sympathise with black people without making it about white people? we even see scene of mr groff hugging jackson which is then followed by adam looking on gloomily. it works for the general story but the amount of times black characters have to sacrifice their development for the sake of white ones is really frustrating. i'm just glad that season 2 changes this for him, but he does fall down in the rankings in terms of importance as aimee becomes more of the core five than he does.

but i really do love jackson. he's got such a compelling story and i think the racial dynamic could've been a really interesting thing to dive into, rather than just having it be there, but oh well.

the adults - these people are genuinely horribly written. there are so many plot holes and unbelievable sides to them it's clear they were focused on way too late in the game to matter.

mr groff prides himself on ensuring the school is at its best, and he even ignores certain rules to get there. he lets his son keep an award that wasn't his and he lets ola join the school because she will raise the grade average, yet when maeve (a high achieving student) is caught with drugs (which are obviously not hers) he suspends her. i just don't think he of all people would do this, especially as he's the only one that knew, but anyway.

jean is also just the worst. she is so invasive and weird and it genuinely makes no sense that she's licensed to be a sex therapist. she has ruined otis' life and i just don't get how it's real but yeah

the last bit is that despite eric getting bullied by adam, mr hendricks leaves the pair in a room alone for some reason. in the second season mr groff says that adam will no longer bully him, so it's clear the school knows of it, yet why would someone like mr hendricks do that??

but yes, anyway, it was a good season, there are just some really annoying parts about it that i can't stand. unfortunately it was a perfect season before but now it's just so messy idk

#love the show #but this season had so many issues #mainly with eric/adam #sex education #sex education s1 #tv thoughts

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[nopoodles]

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I hope npbpdy minds if I go a bit theoretical on this, I have this paranoia about sharing project information too early and hyping people up only to later realise I can't finish the project so I don't want to chat too much about stuff that's far away on the publish-o-meter, but it also feels weird to use a sequel for this, and the inspiration and preparation parts of Merry Arlan: Breaking The Curse were such a long time ago (that book took me 4 years to finish, not including the very first ever draft of it)

Inspiration

Usually inspiration comes from a brief blip of a thing. A "what if" on a story by someone else. A song that builds images in my head. A ride at Disneyland Paris on my honeymoon in 2018 followed by 3 days of my wife being snowed off site and us tellng each other stories wrapped up in blankets to pass the time(okay, that's pretty specific, it's my NTK Pirate Project).

Actually, a lot of my inspiration comes from my wife, she gives me a lot of "what ifs" to follow, encourages me when I start rambling about stories and potential stories. She's said before "Yes, take my ideas and turn them into stories because I don't want to write, I jus want to read them"

Preparation

The most prep I ever did was for my 2021 NaNoWriMo project (current title share is Untitled Space Opera, it's part of the Inter-Planetary Alliance Novels, coming ????), I printed off two different prep booklets and built characters, wrote down scene prompts, gave each character their own theme song. And then I used exactly none of that and just wrote what came to mind. (Have I mentioned lately that I'm a pantser?)

Most of the time "preparation" looks like "I can't write this full thing right now, let me just write this scene I have in my head" and "Do I have anything planned on Tuesday?"

Like, I have a plan to be finished with rewrites of the second Guardian Cadet Series book by 30th June and then spend at least the first week of July (possibly longer) just letting the whims take me where they will. That's prep, right?

Process

I write, majoritively, in order. Except in cases where I've written some kickass foreshadowing and I want to write what has been foreshadowed lest I forget that the foreshadowing exists.

I can write in any format, at any time of day, in almost any situation. If I have an idea, I'm writing it down, even if I'm trying to sleep, or trying to catch the bus, or in the middle of a conversation, or making dinner (am I hard to live with? Probably but I've asked my wife and she said she thinks its cute so that's fine, right?).

I will also write scenes that I don't have a location for yet, just because they come to mind. Draft 2 is for putting the puzzle pieces in order. Speaking of draft 2, I usually write 5-6 drafts before anyone else lays eyes on it, then it goes to my wife so she can translate it out of dyslexic-language and tell me that, while I am getting better with full stops, I still haven't quite mastered the art (semi-colons though, those I get).

Thoughts

Sometimes I wish I was more linear. I see people who outline smashing out books like they're frying tattie scones in a bright kitchen with all the proper utensils. Me, on the other hand, I have a fork because the spatula is broken, and the lights keep flickering off so I have to take great long pauses to stay safe and sane.

On the other hand, I know my process makes the books I want to make. (Poorly lit kitchen, fork instead of a spatula or not, those are some damn fine tattie scones.) Not to mention, I probably wouldn't be able to do it any other way (because I've tried).

I've always been impatient with myself and my output, I have so many ideas that I want to write, being able to write faster would be such a boon because it would mean I could get to them faster. But some things take more time. Spaghetti bolognase and Lasagne (okay, I can't spell, I'm sorry) are made up of mostly the same ingredients, but one takes a lot longer than the other. They're both tasty, they're both of the same value, they're both great. So slow-written books can be just as good as quick-written books too.

Tagging

I'm not sure who hasn't already been tagged in this one but if you happen across it and yu want to do it, tell them I tagged you

#showyourprocess #show your process #got a bit meta my apologies #also this is way long #anyway #tag games!

[nashira]

this has become an Al fanblog more than anything else bc I will be having THEE most shit day surrounded by THEE most shit vibes but I can always rely on Al to recalibrate my vibes. I love all of my mutuals for many different reasons but ever since I made my video game blog in like? 2016? al has jus BEEN at the top!!! I almost WISH this site had a top 6 like Myspace so I could just put him in all 6 of the spots. Funniest mutual (abab), most caring mutual, most creative mutual, best aesthetic mutual, he just takes the cake as a mutual

#IMPECCABLE VIBES! VIBES LIGHTLY SALTED AND ROASTED OVER CARROTS AND POTATOES! #see its jus that like. We all like being included in things #& this site kinda died nobody tags anyone in anything anymore #EXCEPT FOR AL!!!! #GOD LIKE AL WHEN U (not if u. when u) READ THISI LOVEEEEE U AND UVE GIVEN ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN #Im so excited to sit down w my bowl of cereal and immerse myself in a world that is not this one #also i used the word mutual so often in this poast but u r more than that.. u r my friend.. #u light up my internet xperience like nobody else... dance cue

[noctumbra]

𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 (𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏)

summary ─ “not yet,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light fluff, angst, kissing, riding, crying, emotinal sex, shall we call it love making???, unprotected sex, nothing extreme in this one folks, this is the real goodbye sex believe

a/n ─ hi. i'm back with yet another fb bucky fic :) i feel like i fucked up a bit towards the end but.... lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

previous part ─ trilogy masterlist

It was the graduation day when he popped out from his hiding place.

It had been weeks since the last time you saw Bucky. You knew he dropped you off to your apartment, your roommate was kind enough to tell you because he had to ring the bell. You saw your call history on your phone and knew you called Bucky. You talked on the phone for almost forty minutes. You didn’t remember what you talked about, though, and that was what you’d like to ask him, but you haven’t seen him ever since that night.

So, when your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for the day, you didn’t expect to find him standing at your doorstep.

“Hi,” he whispered. He had a tired smile on his face; his eyes looked haunted and it seemed like he lost weight. You frowned.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Your eyes were seizing his body up and down, worry etched on your face. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. He sniffed lightly and nodded. It was a hesitant nod, and you picked up on it immediately. “Bucky…” you said. He waved a dismissive hand on the air.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep lately, that’s it.” You frowned but didn’t say anything. Opening the door a little more, you invited him inside. He smiled as he stepped through the threshold. “I was, um, wondering how you’re doing since, uh, you know, that night.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine.” You slowly moved your head back and forth. Chewing on your lip, you decided to out with it. “I saw that I called you that night from my call history,” you started. “I don’t remember what we talked about, though.” You watched Bucky as his face went from shocked to relieved to sad. It was an interesting transition, you thought. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually.”

He let out a laugh, it sounded forced. “Oh, um, it was nothing important, really,” he said, shrugging. “You talked about how you hated the taste of beer, and said that you can’t understand why people like vodka.” He smiled.

“For forty minutes?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. He nodded. “Damn.” You would talk about those things, and if you did talk about them for forty minutes, then it was too normal for you to now remember anything because you must have been drunk as fuck. You chuckled. “Here I was worrying myself to sickness because I made a dumb out of myself.” Bucky chuckled lightly with you.

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “You were totally right.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, Barnes,” you grunted. Bucky chuckled again. A silence fell between you two, but it wasn’t disturbing. Instead, it was peaceful, and you smiled when you realized you somehow missed his presence being next to you.

“You’re gonna look beautiful,” Bucky said after a short while, and you made a questioning hum. He pointed at your dress for the graduation day. “It’s gonna look amazing on you.” You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled and ducked your head.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Bucky’s lips curled up at your reaction, his stomach suddenly flipping over. He silently cleared his throat. “I’ll, um,” you started, biting your lips for a second before you continued. “I’ll see you at the graduation?” You asked. Sniffing a little, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna be there. I’m graduating, too, y’know,” he added. You let out a short chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, but both of you were joking. So, it didn’t take you too long to start laughing.

“It’s good to know that you were studying while parading around,” you murmured with a grin on your face. Bucky blushed. He might have been fucking around, yes, but he did study to his exams, thank you very much.

“Well, I gotta pay my loans somehow, right?” He sent you a wink and grinned back at you. You shook your head fondly.

You hated for making you fall in love with him, breaking your heart and using you, but you knew you were going to miss him like crazy after today. You didn’t know his plans after school─ actually, you didn’t know anything about him and his life. You didn’t know about his future plans, about his parents, siblings if he had any, or what he liked to do on his free time. He was a blank page; the only thing you knew, however, was what he liked in bed and how he acted when he was angry, and that was it. You frowned slightly.

“Hey─” You heard him and felt his large, warm hand holding your wrist gently. “Where did you go?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes concerned. It was a new look on him; not unwelcomed but unexpected. You never saw him worrying over you, or showing his emotions so openly to you before.

You chewed on your lip, debating on telling the truth. Looking at his beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the slight vulnerability in them, you said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind. “I’m gonna miss you,” you blurted. “After today, I mean. I’m gonna miss seeing you around.”

His eyes changed. Their color looked brighter, they widened, and you saw some tears gathering in them. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you watched him shedding a tear.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” he whispered. He sounded so broken, so raw, you wanted to hug him and tell him that you weren’t going to leave him. “I’m gonna miss hearing your bitching about random things,” he added. You snorted. You rolled your eyes and snorted again.

“You─” You started but stopped to huff some when you heard him snickering. “You idiot.” Bucky laughed. His whole face lightened up as he threw his head back and laughed. You should have felt insulted because he was laughing at you, but he looked so happy, and you just couldn’t. You huffed a bit more. “I’m not gonna miss your dumb ass, Barnes,” you muttered. He giggled.

“C’mon,” he said. “You love my dumb ass.” He froze, thinking he fucked up, but your soft chuckle relaxed him.

“It is a nice ass,” you murmured. Bucky watched a large grin spread on your face with sparkling eyes. He chuckled, a soft blush sitting high on his cheekbones. You just grinned at him cheekily. You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, Bucky couldn’t believe he got the chance to have you in his life in a fucked up but good way. He wished so badly that he could take all the shitty things he did to you, but he knew it was too late.

He cleared his throat. He should leave, he thought, but before he could reach for the door, he felt your hand closing around the collar of his t-shirt, and he was yanked forward.

Your lips collided; soft and slick ones against the chapped and slightly cold ones. Bucky gasped as he shivered and gave into your kiss. His lips were the cold ones, so he let you warm them. He let you stroke, kiss and lick them, and in return, he swallowed all the whimpers and breathy little moans you released into his mouth.

“Baby,” Bucky panted as he pulled back slightly. One of his hands found its place on your cheek, cradling it gently. His thumb was stroking your cheekbones, touching your eye and caressing your slick lips.

“Please,” you whispered. “I─ Please, James, I-I need you, please.” You looked into his eyes with tears blurring your vision. You heard the small hitch in his breath, watched him grimacing with pain and then, he leaned in for another kiss.

Moaning in unison, you grabbed at him. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pushed you against the wall, caging you against it with his body. You whimpered. You missed having his body this close you, missed feeling his lips teasing yours and missed letting him kiss you all over.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed deeply as he nibbled on your neck gently. He was being careful about leaving marks since there was a graduation you had to go through, but you didn’t care. He could give you hickeys, and you’d cover them up with make-up. The only thing you cared, however, was to have him inside of you. You’ve gone without him for too long.

“Bucky…” You whispered. You heard him hum again. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling a little, you whined lowly. “Bucky…” He hummed louder. You huffed. His teeth were worrying a flesh in his mouth, sucking and licking over it. Every puff of his breath was making the small hairs on your body to rise, making you shudder violently in his arms. “Sir…” You finally whimpered, and Bucky bit you hard.

“Yeah, love?” He asked. “What is it?” He kissed the place he bit. “Tell me.” You wiggled and exposed your throat to him even more. Humming approvingly, he placed kisses all over. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want, hm?”

“Take me to bed, please,” you whispered. “I missed you, missed having you in me, please.” You looked at him through your lashes. His eyes went dark, pupils dilating, Bucky let out a soft growl.

“That so, baby?” He murmured. You nodded. Your eyes still had some tears in them, and you felt one of them running down. Bucky’s face crumpled immediately; expression softening, he leaned in to kiss the tear away. You only held onto him tighter. “A’right,” he whispered. “Hang on tight, lil’ koala.” You smiled at the name but did as he said.

He kept peppering kisses on your face as he walked towards your bedroom and was gentle when he laid you down on your bed. He was standing between your legs, elbows supporting his weight, when he leaned in for another kiss.

This one feels a bit different, you thought. Your eyes were closed and hands were in his hair. He kissed you gently, softly even. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm was loving, and you felt new tears stinging. It was chaste, this kiss. Neither of you included tongue in it; it was only lips, your hands on each other’s faces and the intimacy.

Slowly, both of you got rid of your clothes. First, it was your t-shirt on the ground with your bra and then his t-shirt joined them, and then came out your shorts and his jeans. He let your panties and his boxers on, though. When you made a questioning hum, Bucky just smiled.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you,” he added. You hummed happily. As much as you wanted him in you, you were definitely okay with more kissing.

─

Bucky probably should have walked away after he saw that you were doing fine. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have come to check up on you. He was going to see you at the graduation, he could have waited for couple more hours, but he was scared that he might have missed you during the chaos and never saw you again.

He had to say proper goodbye this time.

He didn’t think you’d start things, though. It was always him who started these sort of things; it always him who kissed you first, who begged you to give in and tried to convince you to take you to the bed. Roles were reversed, today. You took the first step.

Bucky should have stopped this after the kiss. He should have pulled back. He should have thanked you, murmured his goodbye and wished you success and love in life. Instead, he kept kissing you.

This would be the last time he’d be taking you, though, he thought. After that, you were off to God knows where. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see you again. So, he gave in.

Kissing you and feeling you against his body were the best feeling he had ever experienced in this world, he was sure of it. Having your hands pulling on his hair, nails digging into the muscles of his back and being able to swallow your moans and whimpers into his kiss were the things he would always remember. He was going to remember the way you whined his name so prettily, the way you moaned breathily when he made you come… Bucky was going to miss these, was probably going to yearn these, but he knew he had to say goodbye.

He was no good to you. He only hurt you, made you cry. He did not deserve you.

Bucky knew that he was never going to be worthy of your love. He was too much of an asshole for that. He was going to have a very little piece from it while he could, though.

“Bucky…” You breathed. Your eyes were closed, and your face was peaceful. Bucky smiled. Kissing your cheeks, he nipped on your jaw lightly.

“Yeah, baby?” He murmured. He felt you wiggle under him.

“Wanna feel you,” you whispered. “Please? We don’t have much time, I wanna feel you.” Bucky held back a sigh. You were right; you did not have much time, and Bucky suddenly wanted to ditch the graduation and stay here with you in your bed.

“Alright, love,” he whispered back. “Okay, sssh.”

His fingers found the hem of your panties, and Bucky was gentle as he stripped you free of them. He slid off his own boxers, briefly straightening up to chuck them on the ground, he grabbed his wallet to dig out a condom.

You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“No,” you whispered. “Can we not use it? I wanna feel you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. You wanting to feel him, wanting him to be bare in you… He was going to be pissed if this was one of those dreams.

“We don’t wanna have a baby, right now,” Bucky murmured, trying to joke a little. “We’re barely adults.” You smiled as you patted his cheeks. Bucky realized your smile looked sad. Blinking, he tried to ignore it.

“I started taking the pill again,” you said. “Just wanna feel you, come on.” Bucky nodded. He could feel his body shaking lightly; nervousness and excitement mixing with his lust. He nodded again. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he dropped the wallet.

You pulled him into a kiss as Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up. He greedily swallowed all the moans you released while he slid into your wetness smoothly.

“Fuck,” he moaned loudly.

The exquisite feeling of your wet and warm walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good that Bucky felt like he was about to come. It was such an intense feeling, Bucky suddenly hated the existence of the condoms. It served for an understandable reason, but it also deprived him from a sensation like this one.

“Hmm,” you mewled. “Sir, fuck, you feel so good,” you panted, then. Bucky grunted.

You should have done this before, Bucky thought, he should have taken you bare earlier even though he was sort of glad that this happened on your very last time.

“’ma move, love,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t wait anymore.” You nodded. Your hands were holding onto his sides tightly, thighs wrapped around his waist as Bucky pulled out only to slowly slide back in.

He was going to drag your last time out as long as he could. He wanted this to last. He was not going to fuck you and be done with you, no. He did that enough in the past. He was going to feel you, now.

“Mmm, Bucky!” You whimpered. Your nails were digging in deep, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted you to leave marks so that he could look at himself in the mirror later and touch them and cry. He let out a harsh breath as he slid in once again. “Yeah!” You cried out softly. “There, please.”

Bucky did as you said and kept hitting that spot of your repeatedly. His pace was still slow and deep, he was still trying to make it last and feel you deep in his presence. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were quiet as you held onto him tightly. He could only hear your barely-audible whimpers and his name as a whisper when the thrust was particularly deep.

“You feel so good, baby,” Bucky whispered. His ears were howling, his brain was going fuzzy around the edges and he started to hear some sort of a white noise through the howling.

Bucky felt his eyes and nose burn. The feeling of your naked body against his, him being bare inside of your wetness and you holding onto him tightly… Bucky felt raw. He felt vulnerable as hell. Every place of his body where it was touching yours was on fire. It was like your skin was getting etched into his, marking him completely and forever, and Bucky was letting it happen.

“James,” you breathed silently. A soft sob ripped apart from him as he buried his face into your neck. You kissed his temple, petted his hair and stroked his back. You could hear his soft sobs, silent sniff and slight shaking of his shoulders. You kissed his temple again. You pushed him back, but he scrambled to hold you against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “I’m here. Just lay back, alright?” Bucky sniffed silently and did as you said.

He leaned back against the headboard, and you climbed onto his lap. Lowering yourself onto his cock again, you held his head against your chest, allowed him to hide there.

“Sssh,” you murmured softly. His hands were on your back, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You hugged like that for a short while. His sobs slowly ebbed away, but you continued to stroke his hair.

“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice croaked. You shrugged. You grabbed his face in your palms and lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing even more with some redness in them, his nose was a bit puffy like his eyes, but it was the expression that hit you hard.

It was pain. Raw, unhidden pain. His eyes were earnest as they looked into yours. You felt the oxygen trapped in your throat when you made eye contact. You shivered. It felt like his eyes were looking into the very depth of your soul, seeing and understanding your true feelings towards him. It scared you.

So, you leaned in and kissed him as a distraction. Anything to get his eyes off of you.

Bucky whimpered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you, as he returned your kiss. His soft lips parted lightly and allowed your tongue inside. You licked into his mouth, stole another whimper and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Move,” he whispered. “Take what you want.” He gave you a chaste kiss. You exhaled shakily as you raised yourself on your knees a little only to fall back down. You moaned. Bucky peppered soft kisses on your neck. His hold on your waist was tight still, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to ease off even though it made breathing just a tad harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried his face to your chest. Bucky, understanding what you were implying, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and bit on it gently. The lazy suction and slow movements of your hips were driving you crazy. Everything felt so sharp, so deep and so scary but also so good, you felt like you were falling apart.

“Come,” Bucky whispered, pulling his mouth off your nipple. “Can feel you, come, baby.” You whined loud and long as you came on his cock. Your orgasm felt like it went for a century. Its hold took over you slowly, spread through your body from your belly like a wrecking ball, but you felt the impact into your bones. You cried out.

Whining, you kissed Bucky’s cheeks, lips and nose. “Come in me,” you panted silently. “Sir, Bucky, please, come in me. I need it─” You cut yourself off with a low moan. Bucky let out a sharp cry as his hips thrusted up into your still convulsing core. He was close. His balls were tight and full with his come. Your walls were trying to milk it away from him, he could fucking feel it.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed and then moaned. You cooed at him.

“’m here. C’mon,” you continued to coo. “Come in me, Sir. Lemme feel you.”

Feeling his whole body going taut, Bucky buried a moan into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you. You sighed as Bucky let out small whimpers. You could feel his come coating your walls, and you hummed.

You stayed in that position for a while, cuddling and breathing each other in. His hands were holding you tight, fingers drawing various shapes on your body while you traced his tattoos and examined his piercings. Both of you came down from your high slowly.

You got up and rolled off of him.

“Yuck,” you whispered as you felt his come leaking out of you. Bucky smiled apologetically. “I wanted it,” you reminded him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the bathroom, quickly cleaning yourself. When you returned to your bedroom in a bathrobe, you saw him dressing up. “Leaving already?”

Bucky grimaced. “We only have two hours to get ready,” he murmured. His voice was soft and low. You found it soothing. “I can’t hang around too long, gotta shower and change.” You nodded. This time, it didn’t feel like an excuse to run away. Graduation was onto you both, it was understandable, but Bucky wasn’t running away.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, make sense.” Bucky nodded, too. He pulled his jeans on, fixed his t-shirt and hair and grabbed his wallet.

“I, uh,” he started, inclining his head towards the door. You let out a ‘yeah’. He smiled. You were at the door when he turned around, suddenly looking very serious.

“This was the last time I was taking you, you know that right?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t taunting, or bragging or anything. His voice was still soft and low, but he sounded like he was far away. “We’re graduating, and God knows what’s expecting us. We’re gonna have different lives and… we’re growing up.” Bucky sent you sad smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you kiss me like that because I wanted to say goodbye properly, but I don’t regret it, so,” he shrugged. “Take care, will you?” With teary eyes, you looked at him. Bucky sighed. In one step, you were in his arms and hugging him tightly.

You understood what he meant. Whatever you had was for during college. The end has come; it was the graduation day, and that meant you had to leave this part of your college life behind. You didn’t want to, especially not when you were in love with him, but he was right. You were going to have different lives. You were adults for a couple years, but graduating meant that you were an official one now.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered and pulled back. “You’re gonna be okay and successful in your job. You’re tough like that.” He smiled, this time it was a genuine one. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Take care, Y/N.”

“Take care, Bucky,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be one hell of a teacher.” That pulled a startled laugh out of Bucky, and you grinned tearfully. “A badass one, too.” You eyed his tattoos. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess,” he murmured. “Gonna be that teacher, but it’s worth it.” Giving you a lopsided smirk, he watched you for a couple seconds. Then, he walked to the door, opening it. He looked at you before he walked out. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the last second he decided against it. You ran to him, kissing his cheek and fixing his hair.

“Be gentle to yourself,” you murmured. Bucky nodded.

“I’ll try,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “Um. Bye, Y/N.” You muttered a soft ‘bye’, and he was off. You closed the door and sank down. You let the tears wash your face and pain away.

─

As soon as Bucky was outside, he let out a sob. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t want to give you that hope and then crush it. He knew he would fuck up somehow if you were to try out a relationship. You didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve you.

Lifting his head up, looking at the sky, Bucky took a deep breath.

“Here comes the sun,” he whispered and turned on his heels.

His figure got lost in the sea of people as he walked down the street. He felt like he lost a piece of himself in them, too.

#bucky barnes x reader #fukcboy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #fuckboy!bucky #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes blurbs #till dawn (here comes the sun)

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#237

This is a direct follow up to Story #168.

“You Caleb? I’m Scott’s dad… Well this is awkward. I wasn’t expecting you to be this early. I figured that your bus would arrive at the station across the street at the hour. At least I think that was what I told my son I would pick you up. Oh well. Let’s get your stuff in my car right here. Even though there’s hardly anyone around we can talk with more privacy while I drive….

“You just have the back pack? OK, get in. Your side should be unlocked. Good…. You don’t have to thank me for picking you up. Of course I don’t mind taking you to Scott’s apartment. I only live not even two minutes from here. It’s really no problem on my part. What else do I have to do on a Saturday morning? Other than looking for a blowjob in that park bathroom….

“Oh, you can drop the coy shit thing, no one but you and me in here. Not five minutes ago you held my cock in your hand long stroking it while it was getting hard. You were getting amazed at its size, but then you didn’t have time to play because you were meeting someone—which turned out to be me. So I have a question, do you want to go back to my place a few minutes away and we can have some fun, or do you want to pretend that you didn’t want to throat me, pretend it didn’t happen, and then go to Scott’s place to wait for him to get off work later tonight?

“Here let me take out my dick for you to consider. You were captivated by it at the urinals. The windows are tinted for a reason. Now you can look at it without worry someone will walk in or catch you. Since you haven’t complained, I’ll just assume you are ok with going back to my place. Don’t worry, I live alone and I have no nosy neighbors. It’s so private that I don’t wear any clothes when I’m at home….

“You know, I would love for you to be naked too. Later on, we could have fun in my pool. Keep licking those lips. Why don’t you reach over and play with my cock while we go the few more blocks. See you have me leaking. Rub your finger in it; get it covered. Fuck yeah. You’re transfixed all right. I like that. I also like that you haven’t once tried to play with your pecker. My cock is all that matters here.

“Have you ever sucked cock before? Figured. Taste my leak. Like that? Heh, heh. That pre-cum slime, it’s like a drug; isn’t it? You’ve tasted it before? You a bathroom whore?… Of course you are. Now, there’s nothing wrong with being a whore, a slut, a tramp, a pussy, a bitch, a cunt, or whatever. You are just living up to what you are meant to be.

“You are what, 19? It’s great you know your role so early. Real men need mouths and asses like yours ready to use. I assume you’ve taken it up your shitter? Not that often? Understandable in a cruise toilet situation.

“I’ve been going to that toilet for blowjobs or asses to fuck for years now. All I have to do is take out my 8-and-a-halfer and two or three fags fight over it. Since my divorce and Scott moving out, it’s real convenient to bring the fag boys back home a few blocks away for more private fun, including pussy pounding….

“My house is that one over there on the corner. Once in the garage, we’ll go ahead and strip. There’s a workbench you can put your clothing on, and you can leave your pack in the car…

“OK the garage door is closed. Get out and strip. I want to see that ass of yours. You naturally follow orders. Keep that shit up. Hey, that’s a tiny dicklet. Don’t hide it. I like tiny dicks. You know what my favorite thing to do to tiny dicks? Ignore them. They are best when they are ignored and ignored by you as well. Trust me, my cock will be the focus here.

“Now show me that ass. Bend over. I want to see that pussy hole. I can’t wait to have my dick buried to the root in there. I am so going to make that pussy into a cunt. You know the difference? No. A pussy is a hole that a man has feelings towards, and a cunt is a hole to be used as an object to exploit for pleasure. And this hole of yours is itching to be used like that. I can just tell.

“You want to be used by men don’t you? Big men like me? Thought so. You want a man, a real man, to take you and make you an object of pleasure? Follow me faggot. Yeah, you know you are. Don’t you? Your cock-lette tells you every day that you are never going to be a man.

“Come with me past the pool to my work shed. I built it to separate my play from the rest of the house. It’s soundproof and full of toys. Don’t worry, we are not going to use them all right now. Some we might. That’s a sling over there. I’ll probably have you in it when I cunt you.

“That’s a rimseat. Have you ever eaten ass before? No?! You mean I have a rimming virgin? Have anyone stuck their tongue in your hole? So you know then that it is a wonderful feeling. You will be doing that to me.

“In fact, I just got this device from Germany last month and I haven’t tried it out on anyone. You’ll break it in with me. It’s not much, just a plank for you to lie on. Go ahead and put the center of your back on the plank. Where it narrows is where your head goes. It’s kinda weird, I know. Go on lie back.

“The designer suggested securing your torso down to the plank to prevent you from falling out. So I’m going to put this belt across your chest. This is a small cunt plug. It’s long but not that thick. It goes in like this. It’s there to prevent your ass from sliding off. There are handles for you grip along side and under the plank. Yeah just hold on to them,… then I can easily secure the wrist cuffs on you. Now you ain’t going anywhere.

“The way this works is that I straddle your head. Hey you get to look at my cock and balls from below, my ass crack too. Did I mention that the plank is motorized. Yeah it’s going to lift you up, and your face will be forced into my ass crack, with your mouth lining up perfectly with my sweaty shithole. And you are going to clean that shithole. It is one of your jobs here over the next few days.

“Yeah, I should fill you in, you ain’t going anywhere. Scott doesn’t care about you staying with him until your dorm opens up. In fact Scott is pretty much doesn’t care about you. He’s mostly done with your friendship. See I pay for his car and his apartment on one condition, he sends me barely legal boys he meets on campus to turn into cock hungry cunts.

“Yeah, this was all a set up. He befriended you, as he know you are my type. He told me all about when you came out to him, and subsequently telling him that you are a glory hole queen. You thought he was a totally hip straight guy, when in fact he was taking notes. So when we were setting you up, I had him tell you to meet me at the park, knowing that bathroom was too tempting for cruise tramp like yourself.

“Fuck, you were too easy. Now before your tongue reaches my hole I want you to look kinda above your head at my work table. Notice the yellow box? Well next to it is the webcam keep looking into it as your face makes its last few inches before it becomes my seat, with my shithole strangling your tongue. Do a good job, or else that electrified butt plug I put in your cunt is going to deliver one hell of a shock.”

[liz-is-short]

Comments and Questions about Encanto - Part 2

Triangles as the shapes in Bruno's cave, literally everywhere,

oH, THE SIDES OF THE HOURGLASS

Things crack more when things start to get placed together… why???

ABUELAAA AHHHH

Why does abuela always get angry at Mirabel. Im sorry miss girl here doesn't have a gift

"WE DONT TALK ABOUT BRUNOOOO BUT-" - love that s how the sing starts

"Im sorry mi vida go onnnn"- supportive HUSBAND <3

"I associate him with the sound of falling sand" is that because of the sand in his room or does she associate everyone with sound?

How does Camilo know more about Bruno when him and Mirabel are the same age. I really do believe in the idea that he saw Bruno in the kitchen getting a snack as a kids and freaked out

Casita helping Mirabel hide the vision when Agustin walks in makes my heart squeeze

Agustin freaking outttt and puts the prophecy into his pocket even though we all know something WILL happen

The little "hmm" thing that Dolores does. Makes me wonder how she picked that up and OH- maybe she does that to signal she was listening, or maybe she does that when she hears something that makes her uncomfortabe in some way????

The eye contact between Dolores and Mirabel added tension but it was also kinda funny in an uncomfortable way. y'know?

Camilo's gift being affected because of his mood- we see this several times. Pepa does this too. It doesn't have to be a negative emotion though (will mention later)

"Camilo fix your face" Felix said that so casually and i dont know if thats because hes trying to protect that families image with guests over or if its becasue it happens all the time

Pepa petting her hair for "clear skys" kinda like this because shes not just emotionally trying to clear things, but also with her gift (definitely want to talk about her emotions and gift later)

Mariano was going to do a song for Isabela and thats literally so sweet

Mariano is definitely a mama's boy

THOSE ANIMALS ARE SO MISCHIEVOUS AND ARE SEEN STEALING THINGS EARLIER FROM AGUSTIN IN THE MOVIE

Dolores covering her ears while yelling

Sensitive ears???

Agustin looking after his daughter <3 (I love him and felix, who im convinced are best bros)

Mirabels glasses are green like Bruno's eyes being green, AND PROPHECY- WAIT

COLOR THING AGAIN??? (dude, im obsessed with colors representing things)

parkour my dude. - love that there is a hole their thats he constantly jumping over and never fixed

Probably why Bruno is so fit- or that Ju

Camilo helping his mom- mama boy- which im obsessed with cause hes seen as a sarcastic jokester but he really has a sweet side AH

Literally triangles everywhere on Bruno

Bruno things include the folowing:

Knocking on wood

Salt

Sugar

Not stepping on cracks

BRUNO LEFT FOR MIRABELS SAKE- oh gosh that hurts like a butt cheek on a stick

Antonio just meeting his uncle and being like "yeah, use my room. Rats told me about it lols"

Back to the familia-

"I was thinking OF MY DAUGHTER" one of my favorite lines

we must protect our family- oh gosh, Abuela, pls look at what is happening. Mirabel is a PART of the family.

Sand- time- future? (sorry if this already made sense but i didn't get it until now)

Am I fighting or hugging??? ISABELA???

Bruno being afraid of his own mother hurts ( but me too Bruno, I'd be terrified of abuela)

"The family was happy, abuela was happy." NEVER did we here a "i was happy" from isabela

Isa <3

What else can she do? Without having to be prefect she wants something true not perfect

The amount of faith Mirabel has in Isabela and her control of the plants amazes me- CAUSE THEYRE LITERALLY ZOOMING THROUGH THE SKY ON A VINE AT ONE POINT

Best sister hyper upper goes to mirabel

ABUELA NOT LISTENING TO MIRABEL MAKES ME GO GRRRR

the cracks started with you (mirabel)

Bruno left cause of you (mirabel)

Youre (mirabel) hurting the family

I will never be good enough for you? Will I? No matter how hard I try… no matter how hard any of us tries. WE ALL LOVE THIS FAMILY. THE MIRACLE IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOU (not exact quote but you get the picture)

Mirabel not having a power to rely on BUT STILL GETS THE CANDLEEE

Casita helping her to the end

Bruno not being shoved out by Casita unlike the rest of them??? Hmm??? why? WHY???

CASITA <3

Casita waving GOODBYE- im sorry but that hurts...

Dolores helping abuela is so bittersweet

Everyone trying to find Mirabel and even the towns people knowing about this

Abuela never being able to process her trauma HURTS ME TOO

Two Ourguitas

THE LOVE PEDRO HAD FOR HIS WHOLE FAMILY

OH GOSH *slams keyboard* pls dont finish reading this one if death and imagining horrible deaths make you uncomfortable- ---------------------HE WAS NOT SHOT BUT PROBABLY HAD HIS HEAd CHOPPED OFF BY THE MACHETE

im sobbing rn

I can finally see--- open your eyes

COLOR OMG

MIRACLE IS GOLDEN

SO IS BUTTERFLY

aND THE CANDLE

The admitting of brokenness makes me feel broken

Mirabel loving her family no matter what she went through is so UGHH- pain

Bruno GOING BACK FOR MIRABEL TO STAND UP FOR HERRRR GO TÍO BRUNOOOO

ABULEA STILL HAD HER WEDDING RING ON- I just realised that

I realized that stars is mentioned several times in this movie. Like during Waiting on a miracle mirabel says something like "shine like all of you shine" and she mentions something like this again in the last song of this movie.

abuela singing in this song <3

BRUNO AND HIS SISTERS REUNION

The town helping and giving back <3

Isabela and Luisa incorporating a part of their songs into the last song makes me happyyyy

Marianos "I see you" really shook my heart BECAUSE THINGS LIKE THIS IS MENTIONED A LOT AND IT MAKES ME THINK THAT HE REALLY DOES SEEM TO LIKE HER FOR HER AND NIT CAUSE SHE IS A MADRIGAL AND YEAH

...sorry for all caps... but-

THEM HAVING A DOORKNOB TO GIVE TO MIRABEL AND ANTONIO WALKING HER TO THE DOOR JUST LIKE SHE DID FOR HIM AHHH

"I see… me. All of me." She sees her worth guys SHE SEES IT

CasITA WAVING "hola Casita" *heart melts*

Isabela have an indigo indigo dress with colors instead of purple. She is showing her true colors- wait- COLORS AGAIN BRO

Luisa getting the break the queen DESERVES

The family photo not being perfect just WARMS MY HEART- They have so much love, and aren't just being focused on their gifts.

I love things about family so much that my heart aches because of it- *sobs joyfully*

AH, END OF THE MOVIE AND IM STILL OBSESSED

#encanto #encanto my beloved #encanto movie #madrigal family #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #pepa and bruno #bruno and julieta #la familia madrigal #family reunion #bruno and his rats #we dont talk about bruno #what else can i do #two oruguitas #dos oruguitas #IM SORRY BUT DOS ORUGUITAS WAS SO GOOD #ouch #sobbing #bruno your room is the worst #obsessed? #definitely not obsessed