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dreamlifebunny · 8 months

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it doesn't matter where you came from, what matters is that you're here now.

one thing that really bugs me about spiritual communities in general (reality shifting, law of assumption, non dualism, etc.) is that a lot of people shame others for not understanding things or for believing in things that are limiting when they first start out. i mean, i understand the frustration - anons can ask a thousand questions that could be answered if they read pinned posts, and we all just want everyone to abandon their limiting beliefs and just get it.

but the fact is that we were born in a society that teaches us that we are limited and that some things are impossible, from the time that we are small until we find these teachings, and we are slowly undoing them through exploration and self-inquiry. it's an overwhelming and tricky journey, filled with so many beautiful highs and a lot of devastating lows, and i feel like everyone deserves a whole lot of compassion when searching for answers. i know i needed love and compassion when i first started, because my ego was scared and sad and was searching for answers in order to feel loved and secure. being told i was dumb and having someone be frustrated with me for my questions was the last thing i needed to become self-actualized. i know that everyone is different, but this is just my experience, so i wanted to share it.

my beliefs are constantly evolving into what brings me more peace and understanding. in the beginning, i wouldn't have been able to believe that my assumptions create my reality (law of assumption) if i hadn't been introduced to the idea of reality shifting. i wouldn't have understood the fact that this life is just beautiful dream and that my true Self is the dreamer (non dualism) if i hadn't first been able to separate my "imagination" from my "real life" (3D and 4D from law of assumption). these were all stepping stones in my understanding of the greater ideas that i needed to get to, and i feel no shame in formerly having beliefs or practices that i don't identify with anymore. i don't believe that you should have shame, either, regardless of where you are at in your journey of self-discovery and creative power.

i get so sad when i see bloggers shaming others for not understanding things when all of this is so fucking difficult to grasp when one is first starting out. i mean, we come from societies that have beliefs as foolish and damaging as skin colour making you inferior, or that gender is binary and you can't express yourself the way you feel inside. with beliefs such as these, of course the beliefs of anything being possible and the fictional being real are going to sound impossible and profoundly false. in my personal opinion, the tough love approach has never helped me - compassion and patience has. i feel like so many people believe and understand that we are all one and have a great understanding of the truth of things, and yet go around and are rude to those seeking answers. it just feels so pathetic to me to see bullying of those seeking answers when they're literally just an extension of the answerer. anons are showing up with silly questions because bloggers expect them to have silly questions. and i realize that even this is hypocritical of me to say because i could just choose to see a spiritual community full of love and compassion instead of what i'm seeing, but i still wanted to share this while i unravel my own hypocrisy.

i feel like if you are wanting to be a teacher of others, you have to take on the responsibility that being a teacher holds, which includes patience, patience, and more patience. that's just my own perspective at least, and everyone is welcome to have their own, but my favourite teachers have been ones that guide me to my own answers with patience and compassion. i am also profoundly sensitive and feel wilty when others are cruel to me, so maybe i'm just trying to speak out to those who feel similarly, because this is a post i wish i could have read when i first started my journey. ultimately, everyone can do, be, and say whatever they like - it's their own blog after all - but i just want to be a voice of compassion to anyone who is in the beginning stages of learning about the law of assumption, non dualism, or reality shifting. it all comes down to the same profound teachings that we are, at our core, limitless.

all of this is to say that i am proud of you. you are doing a good, great, amazing job. you are worthy of love and goodness in your life no matter what others may make you feel. you are worthy of the absolute best and nothing less. it is a hard journey at times, but it is a worthwhile journey, and you are brave and creative and beautiful for taking the steps to expand and give yourself the best life. you deserve compassion and love and patience, and i am rooting for you every step of the way. i hope you are rooting for yourself, too.

ultimately, it doesn't matter where you got your beliefs. what matters is: does it feel right to you? does it make you feel connected to your true, unlimited Self? does it open up your world and your heart to the endless possibilities available to you? does it give you peace? if so, it doesn't matter what practice or teaching you believe in. you are your own greatest teacher.

it doesn't matter where you came from, what beliefs you once held, or who you've been in the past. what matters is that you are here, learning and growing, learning how to give yourself the most beautiful experiences that your creative power has to offer. be kind to yourself and remember that we're all just trying to expand and love and open ourselves up.

#not sure how to tag this one considering its just a loving rant. but yeah #law of assumption #non dualism #sensitive bb bunny strikes again #bunny's originals #even now i'm worried that someone is gonna be mean to me about this post LOL gjhsghjgf #sensitivity is a blessing and a curse #neville goddard #edward art

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wren-kitchens · 4 months

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the sky is my thoughts (and we are so small)

he glares at the midnight sky—littered with stars and swirls of colour he never even knew existed up there until an hour ago—like it’s the sky’s fault joel is on the roof in the first place. it’d be easier to have someone to blame for everything he’s feeling right now, to be entirely honest. which is to say that everything he’s feeling right now is annoying and if he had someone to blame, he could make them stop it.

but it’s no one’s fault, which is stupid.

it’s not the sky’s fault that joel couldn’t sleep, unable to bear the weight of jimmy and grian’s presence in his otherwise desolate life; it’s not the stars that made him pad softly in his socks along the wooden corridor towards the attic; the crisp midnight air didn’t force him to climb the ladder that lead onto the roof. that’s all on him. it’s dumb.

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“this is dumb.”

joel can’t think of anything better to say. this whole idea is extremely, profoundly, irrefutably dumb, and he honestly should just go back to bed. he doesn’t know why he even came up with it in the first place, it’s so stupid.

but it’s no one’s fault, which is stupid.

“I don’t know why i’m even doing this.” joel mutters. “you’re just- giant rocks that are on fire. you can’t hear.”

the stupid, dumb stars don’t respond. of course they don’t, that’d be- well, stupid. joel needs more words to describe stupid stuff. there’s a lot of stupid stuff right now.

“bet you smell.” joel tacks on grumpily. “stupid smelly stars. on fire. fire sucks.”

joel pulls his blanket tighter around his shoulders, burying as much of his face as he can along with it to protect against the chill. he can’t remember where he got the idea of talking to the stars from. probably some text post or weird inspirational meme thingy. not his own brain, of course, talking to stars is dumb and silly. joel isn’t dumb orsilly.

he wonders if he could sleep out here. it’s not all that cold, and he has a blanket and cushions anyway.

sleeping under the stars to avoid the crushing loneliness he feels when he sees jimmy and grian being so happy together. he’s living the dream over here.

joel huffs in annoyance. “it’s all just- it’s so dumb. I thought I had loads of friends! i’m so cool, and sexy and tall, y’know, it was inevitable.” he preens.

there’s a pause, and joel deflates slightly. “I don’t think I actually have any friends. just.. people I know. which is stupid, because i’m so cool.” he doesn’t feel like he’s convincing anyone with that.

“is it my fault?” joel asks, slightly rougher. “did I- was it me that-“ joel can’t quite finish that sentence. he sighs. “I don’t know. maybe.”

the stars don’t say anything. joel finds he’s starting to appreciate it.

“I don’t know why i’m even-“ he sighs again. “this is stupid. I just.. I don’t know. it’s easier like this, maybe. i’m not.. used to people.”

“I.. d’you think they like me?” joel says. “it’s scary. i’m- I didn’t think that would be a possibility. I don’t- I didn’t plan for it to be a possibility.”

“I thought, y’know. just be myself, they’ll fuck right off.” he fiddles with his blanket. “but, um. they didn’t. I don’t know.. why they didn’t. or what to do right now.”

the stars twinkle down at him, almost as if they were smiling. that’s dumb. stars don’t smile.

“it’s.” joel glances down. “I like them. but, I mean, i’ve liked a lot of people. doesn’t mean they don’t leave, y’know.”

“I don’t want them to leave.” joel murmurs. “i’ve known a lot of people and.. I really don’t want to lose them. they mean a lot to me.”

joel looks back up at the stars. they really are quite beautiful, huh. maybe he was a little hasty to call them dumb, now he thinks about it.

he shifts, leaning against the slope of the roof, on top of his cushions. he really likes it here, actually—the galaxy above him, the dark forest surrounding him, the mountains backdropping it all. definitely not the worst place to sleep, by any means.

“was there a sleepover I wasn’t invited to?”

joel starts, and looks up to see jimmy, holding his own blanket and an armful of pillows.

“hey.” joel says. “sorry, I-“

“you don’t have to apologise.” jimmy says. “can- I mean, do you mind if I stay?”

joel’s first instinct is to say yes, to send jimmy back downstairs, to stay safe in his loneliness. but he finds, as he opens his mouth to do just that..

.. he doesn’t really want jimmy to go.

“I don’t mind.” joel says with a halfhearted shrug. it’s so stupid. he’s gotten attached already? after so long on his own? okay, sure, it’s jimmy, but still.

it’s hard to tell in the low light, but joel thinks he sees jimmy smile. “can I sit next to you?”

joel nods, and jimmy settles down on the floor. he’s close—close enough that, if joel wanted to, he could lean on jimmy’s shoulder, or bury himself in the golden plumage of his wing. he doesn’t want to, obviously. that’d be embarrassing. of course he doesn’t.

“are you alright?” jimmy asks, pulling joel out of his thoughts.

“yeah.” joel says automatically. “i’m fine, why?”

jimmy shrugs, looking like he doesn’t really believe him. “well, you’re out here at like, two in the morning, on your own.”

“it’s..” joel trails off. how does he explain this without sounding either stupid or rude?

“what’re you doing anyway?” jimmy asks.

joel sighs. “something dumb.”

jimmy smiles, ever so slightly. “you say that about a lot of things.”

“you’ll laugh.” joel says. “I would.”

“have you met me before now?” jimmy says, amused. “have you heard of anything i’ve done, ever?”

joel snorts. “yeah, well. that’s different.”

“why?” jimmy presses.

“‘cause- I mean, you don’t care.” joel says. “no one cares. ‘cause it’s you.”

“well, I don’t care.” jimmy says. “because it’s you.”

and that..

that’s a lot.

“besides, i’ve done a lot worse.” jimmy continues, like he hasn’t just made joel reevaluate everything he’s ever thought about himself. “I- well, you don’t even know the half of it.” he chuckles. “y’know, I-“

jimmy stops mid sentence as joel shuffles closer and drops his head to rest on jimmy’s shoulder.

“hi.” jimmy smiles.

“i’m- it’s not-“ joel says, immediately trying to come up with some kind of defence.

“oh- dude, let yourself enjoy something.” jimmy says, half exasperated, half fond. “I may be dumb, but i’m not stupid.” he grins.

“you’re not dumb.” joel says. he pauses, considering. “you’re smelly though.”

jimmy snorts, and a smile begins to worm its way onto joel’s face in response. it’d be scary, if it didn’t feel so nice.

“i’ll take that as a compliment.” jimmy says, putting his arm around joel. he gives into it immediately, without so much as a second thought. jimmy huffs.

“what?” joel says.

“you are a silly, silly man.” jimmy tells him.

“what did I do!” joel squawks.

“you are so incredibly touchstarved!” jimmy laughs.

“i am not.” joel folds his arms. “that’s stupid.”

“oh yeah?” jimmy says, and joel doesn’t have time to wonder what that means before jimmy is scratching gently at the base of his ears, and all intelligent thought leaves his mind.

joel melts, leaning closer and closer into the touch, chasing that wonderful sensation, his insides replaced by sunbeams. he’s distantly aware of how embarrassing this is, how he can probably never show his face again after, but right now it’s just background noise.

that is until jimmy moves his hand away.

joel lets out a whine of protest before he can stop himself, and immediately claps his hand over his mouth. jimmy has that ‘I told you so’ look on his face, accompanied by something unbearably fond. joel is going to jump off this roof.

“not touchstarved, huh?” jimmy teases.

joel huffs. “it’s embarrassing.”

“no, it’s not.”

joel is taken aback by the sincerity in jimmy’s voice, and he looks up.

“it’s not.” jimmy repeats, slightly quieter. “you- I mean, you’re allowed to have emotions, dude.” he scoffs.

joel rolls his eyes. “I know that-“

“do you?” jimmy says.

that pulls joel up short. “do- what?”

“do you know that?” jimmy says. “‘cause- and I mean, in the best way possible but it doesn’t look like you do.”

“what d’you mean?” joel says warily, because this is starting to get into Deep Stuff territory, and that’s a place joel is very unfamiliar with.

“I- well, um.” jimmy grins nervously. “I won’t pretend I didn’t.. hear some of what you said earlier-”

joel is definitely, 100% set on the whole jumping-off-the-roof plan. “that- if you could- if you could pretend that didn’t happen, ever, that’d be brilliant.“

“if you want me to.” jimmy says, and he’s so genuine yet casual about it that it makes joel’s head spin. he’d just do it, no questions asked, if joel wanted. “but,”

jimmy pauses, and joel realises it’s to give him time to say no. he doesn’t, so jimmy keeps going.

“but.. we’re not gonna leave you.” jimmy says, voice all soft suddenly. something inside joel aches. “as embarrassing as it is, we like you too.” he jokes fondly. “i don’t want to leave you.”

and joel-

it’s so stupid. seriously, he’s not even going to say it, it’s that stupid.

fine. but don’t laugh. or judge him, or anything like that. he can’t blame you if you do though, because he would.

joel cries.

and it’s dumb, and so stupid, and he wants to hate himself for it, but jimmy just holds him close and strokes his hair, and it’s- it might be alright. because jimmy cares about him, and not the stupid stuff he thinks and does, and he cares enough to sit on a roof in the middle of the night and hold him in the cold as he cries into a blanket.

and, fuck. that’s enough.

“thank you.” joel mumbles in between hiccupy sobs.

“you mean so much to me, joel.” jimmy whispers, and he’s crying too, and joel could laugh. sap. “I don’t think i say that enough.”

“if you- if you say it more, I might just break down every other time.” joel jokes, and jimmy pokes him.

“you’re an idiot, y’know that?” jimmy sniffs.

“i’ve been made aware.” joel says.

“woah, am I missing a cry session?” comes grian’s voice, and jimmy yelps, entirely disrupting the mood.

“I thought you were asleep!” jimmy says. “I would have brought you otherwise.”

“you’re not exactly quiet, tim.” grian grins. “is this a good cry, or a bad cry?”

“good.” joel says, smiling. “it’s-“

“if you say ‘stupid’ one more time-” jimmy starts, fond yet exasperated.

“I was going to say ‘it’s thanks to jimmy’, but I won’t now.” joel elbows him, and jimmy squawks in indignation. “it’s stupid.” he adds, just to be annoying.

“grian, come help me kill him.” jimmy says, and joel cackles.

“oh, gladly.” grian says, plonking himself down on joel’s other side, snatching some of his blanket for himself.

“you guys’ idea of killing looks a lot like hugging.” joel notes, even as he snuggles into them.

“well, it’s one in the morning.” jimmy says, leaning into joel. “I need my beauty sleep.”

“tell me if it starts living up to the ‘beauty’ part.” grian says, wrapping an arm around joel’s waist as he rests his head on grian’s shoulder.

“oi!” jimmy exclaims.

“you’ll wake up the whole forest at this rate, lad.” joel nudges him, grinning sleepily. man, crying your heart out takes it out of a guy.

“yeah, timmy.” grian teases, wrapping his wings around the three of them. “go to sleep.”

jimmy huffs, but he copies grian, settling down. “I am. you go to sleep.”

joel makes a noise between a grunt and a sigh as he shifts, smiling to himself. “thanks for checking up on me.” he mumbles, eyes closing.

“‘course, dude.” jimmy says, voice soft.

“yeah, we’re not letting our bad boy get all sad.” grian squeezes him.

“exactly.” jimmy rubs a thumb gently against joel’s ear. “besides..”

“I like sleeping under the stars.”

#the bad boys #bad boys #limited life #joel smallishbeans #grian #jimmy solidarity #please don’t tag as ship <3 #wren writes #trafficblr

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topaz-witch-tea · 5 months

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absolutely loving the au, here to ask a question and to offer up my own ideas because i am brainrotting and adoring this

my question is, are you ok with people writimg their own fics of this au? credit of course will be given to you if permission to post is permitted on ao3, and it'll also be gifted, but i haven't written anything for hsr yet and i wanna get to practising the sillies

second, what ideas/petnames/doting names did jy, yx and df call yanqing when he was younger? and alternatively, if there's ever a time where yanqing is upset, would they call him that, even when hes a bit older, to comfort him, just an old habit they can't shake?

and, also, what similarities do yoy think he shares the most with each respective parent? yingxing and him definitely bond over swords,but what about the others?

i have plentyyy more ideas brewing in the ol noggin but i adore this AU, i think its wonderfully written and i cant wait to see what happens in elegy! have a good day!

Hello!!!!

Yes! Please feel free to write your own fics of this au, just remember to credit me and let me know because I would love to read it. 🥰 If you want any information on my AU that I have not posted about/published yet, let me know I will be more than happy to provide you with the info. Feel free to message me if you have any questions. 😁

The main petname that shows up in the fics is "Little Bird". All three of them call Yanqing this because when he was little, the sparrows and fiches would like to perch on his crib to look at him and Yanqing loved to copy them. He would flap his arms to mimic a bird flying whenever he saw one. They still call him that in private, though it gets less and less common as Yanqing gets older.

It does show up when they are comforting him, especially when he is upset about something concerning them. When he is upset, Yanqing likes to hide in dark places where other people can't reach him. He'll hide in the corner of his bed with the drapes pulled down or in his closet behind his clothes. His dads will often call him "little bird" to coax him out to get them to talk to him.

You are correct, Yanqing shares his interest in swords with Yingxing. For Dan Feng, it's the arts, primarily music. The Vidyadharas are known for their music and profoundly sad ballads. Music has always had its place in traditional education, particularly those of wealth and nobility, so I see Dan Feng knowing music and incorporating music into Yanqing's education. I can see Dan Feng giving Yanqing his jade dizi as a present.

For Jing Yuan, I don't see it as any tangible like swords or instruments but rather politics. Even though he is young, Jing Yuan will also give him exercises. "Who is talking?" "Who is listening?" "Who is at this event and who is not?" "If this were to happen, who would benefit and who would lose?" Yanqing's birth has always been a focus of gossip and his every movement is judged due to his position and lineage. So Jing Yuan considers it important he knows how to defend himself in these situations. If the three of them were to pass, Yanqing would still inherit titles and fortune and Jing Yuan could not bear it if someone took advantage of his son after he passed.

AWWW!!! THANK YOU!!! I love answering asks so please feel free to send more. I am also excited for the next chapter. I want the angst to be perfect.

#yanqing #honkai star rail #jing yuan #yanqing’s happy family au #yingxing #dan feng #yanqing's happy family au asks #hsr

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polyhexian · 5 months

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runaway au Hunter being unimpressed with Darius's lack of living-on-the-run skills.

Darius: Hunter, why are you shoving my clothes into a dufflebag?

Hunter: It's a go-bag. You don't have one so I'm making one for you.

Darius: A go-bag.

Hunter: Yeah, in case we need to go.

Darius: Alright, well, I appreciate you not stuffing my good silk shirts into the go-bag--

Hunter: They're impractical.

Darius: --but why are you putting my jewelry in there?

Hunter: Oh! Cuz we could get a lot of money for it!

Darius: Ah. I see.

Hunter is just like, man, Darius can't pickpocket or lockpick, he barely knows how to play hexes hold 'em let alone cheat at it, he IS super amazing at abominations just like Dad said tho so maybe it's different when you're really strong with magic, but still I don't know if he's even all that good at lying or if he could run even a quick con--

Darius: Hunter, I work in politics and have rebellious leanings, I am DEFINITELY good at lying and running cons.

Hunter: Okay, but what names are on your fake IDs so I know what to call you if we need to make a run for it?

Darius doesn't know if he's shocked or amused or sad or frustrated. Every time he uncovers another specifically worrying fact about Hunter's upbringing, knowledge, and skillset, all he can think is "Damn Jasper, you've been living like this??"

Ohhhh the like... Hunter keeps telling him stuff that has jasper like wow. Alright. Until he says something else that shoves the perspective so hard his stomach hurts. I mean like- like interrogating Darius to show him all his fake IDs and tell him his secret identities, haha how silly, this kid really thinks he's like a SPY lol. But then hunter says like- I gotta know so I know what names to ask for at the healers coven, so I know what names to call you when we're hiding from someone, so I can find you when (and not if) we get separated. Or hunter is very serious about building this bug out bag, he's giving a big monologue as he picks stuff up around the house to put in it and he is SOOO serious it's adorable, like watching a ten year old pretend to do taxes or act out their idea of Business Work, but then he says something like- jewelry is great cuz it's easy to sell in an emergency, or and THIS is an emergency blanket! It can help keep all your body heat in when you're cold! Or, like- and you wanna make sure you got a waterproof bivy for your sleeping bag in case it's not safe to pitch a tent! And the reality of that just hits Darius like a brick. Truly: "damn, jasper. You've been living like this?" Only profoundly sad

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cozycryptidcorner · 1 year

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Classic movies I have watched thus far and are ranked according to:

Monster/alien/robot and human action

If the genders were flipped, would it appeal to me more

Is it so bad it's good or so bad it's bad?

Movies Reviewed in the post:

Barbarella

Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women

The Forbidden Planet

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Life Force

I Married a Monster From Outer Space

Everything (INCLUDING SPOILERS) so far under the cut:

Barbarella: OK. this one is actually pretty silly. Definitely has aspects that would not be considered "progressive" today that were probably revolutionary at the time. Like I'm sure a woman who had sex with men and enjoyed it would not be labeled as "innocent" the way Barbarella is played to be, but like in the context of the sixties... idk probably was a profoundly intriguing concept. Loved the set and costume designs!!!!!!!!

Rating: 6/10, lots of human/nonhuman action.

Would I enjoy it more if the genders were flipped: Yes, as long as the costumes stayed the same. <3

Not bad. The parts that were dated could even be fun.

Voyage to the Planet of Prehistoric Women: THIS WAS SO BORINGGGGG!!!!!!!! yup there were definitely come prehistoric (????) women there and they were all blond. I was definitely expecting this to be a low key fetish film about the really bad "noble savage" trope but the team from earth doesn't even see the titular prehistoric women. It's just the team from earth dicking around trying to collect samples while the prehistoric women try to secretly run them off by getting their gods to cause harm. Costume designs looked like cheap party city props.

Rating: 1/10, no action at all.

Would I enjoy it more if the genders were flipped: No.

So bad it's bad, full stop.

Forbidden Planet: Actually not too bad. Just disappointed that the aliens had been long dead by the time the humans get there. No alien/human or even robot/human action. GREAT set design (I like the look of old scifi set designs even if they don't look "real" i will always believe in set design superiority over CGI), pretty nice costumes. Very predatory romance between all the men of a military crew and the one human girl and some references how "immodestly" she dresses around them (I am rolling my eyes all the way back to my brain)

Rating: 5/10, interesting concept but no human/nonhuman action

Would I enjoy it more if the genders were flipped: that would be an interesting dynamic

I wouldn't call it "bad," just that I'm definitely not the target demographic.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers: oh i feel the strength of the red scare in this chili's tonight. Very much a "what if the russians invaded our town slowly" deal. No alien fuckery, in fact I'm still VERY confused as to how the switch happens. Because in this film, a pod will grow another human and then take someone's place while they are asleep. BUT in the scene where the main two are running away, when the woman is so tired she falls asleep... she's replaced? okay why grow a pod then. she was fine and then falls asleep accidentally for a few seconds and her humanity is gone but she wasn't replaced.... maybe it made sense in the sixties :/

Rating: 5/10, again. interesting, but no action

Gender flips? No, nothing would change

It's not bad, it's a classic movie for a reason. Pretty solid story line.

Life Force: NOW THIS IS WHAT I'M FUCKING TALKING ABOUT BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SPACE VAMPIRES? VAMPIRES FROM SPACE? But also on the flip side, have you seen that post where it's like "men who write scifi are like here's a cool world building idea and also how much i fucking hate women." That's this. Decent effects, cool idea, but the main character is just... wild. There's a scene where he's sure a space vampire has taken over a random woman and just beats the ever loving christ out of her, unprovoked. Super uncomfortable to watch. You can tell that this is like an example of how some men view attractive women as sirens that "lure" innocent men with their "wicked beauty" and manipulate them. Not a good look! The set designs are cool tho

Rating: 5/10, would have been higher if not for the violence against women :/ there is human/nonhuman action.

Would I like it if the genders were flipped: yeah probably, as long as the domestic abuse undertones were also removed.

So bad? Oh girl they play it 100% straight. This is a movie about vampires that come from space and everyone is giving it one thousand percent effort in their acting. It's not velocirpastor levels of great, but it's a good movie to watch while high with your friends on a friday night.

I Married a Monster from Outer Space: oh girl that cold war red scare strikes again. This is definitely playing on the fears that you might just wake up one day and find out your spouse was a spy for the soviet union.

There is a dog, and the dog does die :(

Rating: 6/10, decent movie with drama and they explicitly sleep together in a very hayes code way

Would I like it if the genders were flipped: No, but the gender rolls should be. I played this up in the 'classics reimagined bisexually' but the guy does not actually malewife very hard

It's not bad. It's also not good.

#exophilia #monster movies

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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The Lost Pearl

Viking Sy x reader

MASTERLIST

TBH I am not sure yet about the story. Maybe I will change some stuff or I will write something different. But I def wanna write more viking sy

TW: War mentioned

Summary: You are the Princess of the Pearl a war turned your world upside down but now it is won and the rebuilding is the most important thing. But then you father sent you on a diplomatic mission to the Woodlands helping the sister of the leader Captain Syverson. The war had closed you off leaving you lost. While, it made Syverson hard and angry. The responsibility of the Woodlands in his hand and his sister engaged to leave him soon to move away. You two meet not getting off to the best start. But will your father be right? Will you be good for each other?

My inspo Board below but no skin type mentioned.

The Lost Pearl

It was over. The war was won. The seas had settled, no longer were the storms harsh, and the sky dark. A breath of relief could be heard throughout the barony. But soon enough, the bells that signaled the victory of the united settlements stopped, and the silence settled in. It was compressing the air, making it sweltering hot. Not even the breeze of the saltwater and the gentle waves of the seaside could ease the pain of grief. So many men were lost. And it was not over yet. You sight deeply, turning away from the destruction you saw below your balcony, walking off into the castle. Yes, the war was won but now the reconstruction started. Who knows how long it would take and how hard it would be with so many lost people and the remaining ones grieving. The crop field was destroyed, and the fish were scared off from the wars on the sea. Your father and brothers would come home soon. You could still not believe that they had survived the war. Breathing in profoundly you put the silver net over your hair, pinning it in place with glass needles adorned with pearls. A gift from your father when you were fifteen. Such a long time ago. Back then you had so many dreams. Childish ones you know thought. Dreaming of finding a handsome prince, marriage, and happy life at court. Sitting still and smiling being awed at in a beautiful dress. Laughing with your friends and gossiping about the newest scandal. You almost laughed at that naive young girl but you felt for her. She did not know what was to come. The terrible things she would see. The war had started three years later. Just when you were off age, getting ready for suitors. Shaking your head you straightened your spine. The people are only as strong as their leader. You had no idea how often you whispered this to yourself. It must have been thousands of times.

You walked out of your chamber, it was early still but no rest for the wary. You had tasks to do. You walked along the corridor down the stairs to the Foye. Maids and servants were running around, getting readers for guests and of course your father. High prince of the Southern Sea. Most people just called the palace the Pearl. It was made of white marble, shimmering faint pink in the sunlight. It was truly a beautiful place. Not that you had given it much thought. What is beauty worth when all the people are dead who would admire it? You reached your study, well your father's study without being stopped. It was a relief you did not want to engage in silly talks. Maria was making such a fuss. You could practically hear her say: “Oh, what linen should we use? The white or blue? Which would your father be more pleased about?” As if it mattered, not after everything. Sighing you sat on the dark oak desk. You were too harsh on Maria, she was a sweet old lady. She had helped raise you after your mother’s death and was a constant in your life that you were happy about. She just wanted to hold on to normality. Something you had abandoned a long time ago. Rubbing your forehead you began to review the letters.

Soon enough it was midday and a maid brought you something to eat. You acknowledged her with a small smile and a nod. The steam of the dish was wafting over to you. It smelled delicious but you could not eat it. Not yet. You had so many letters from people asking for grain, and stone to repair their houses. Troubles in towns and worries of majors from settlements. When the war started, your father was called to the city of stones. Some people just called it starlight as it shone brightest in the dark. A beacon for people, for a better life. Your father was there to council the King on what to do. The seamen from the south had united to attack the Pearl and the City of Stones. The Dunklings had united to attack the northern region Woodland. A once-close ally to the City of Stones. Soon enough your brothers were called to defend their kingdom. Only your eldest brother remained. He was entrusted by your father to lead the city and defend it. He also had a wife and a newborn. You liked his wife very much. She stood up to your brother, who had the tendency to dismiss any female voice in favor of a male. Your nephew should be around four or five now. You had lost track. It had been so long since you had seen her. The only relief was the knowledge that she was safe. Far from battle. The City of Stone had a secret settlement hidden within the mountain not far from it. It was sealed, most ladies of the court and the heirs of the court were sent there at the beginning of the war. You were supposed to go too.

You had helped Aishwarya, your sister-in-law, into the carriage. Closing your eyes you had held back tears. It was possible this was the last time you would see her. Her smile and loud laughter, the rattling of her many bangles. She had begged you to come with her. You knew she was scared. You should have been scared too. Aishwarya was a trained warrior before she married your brother Armand. If someone like her was scared then you should be terrified. But all you felt was sadness. If you were to die you would do it here. With your people, where you grew up, the place you loved. It just was not right to go. To hide until the war was over. Leaving because you were privileged while there were children stuck in villages being slaughtered. “I would have done the same,” Aishwarya said, looking down at her boy, “but-” “I know.” You reassured her with a nod. “Take care sister. We will see each other again.” With these words, the carriage took off.

Rubbing your temple you sat back in the chair. You should feel relieved that the war was over. You had won and your family would be home again. You could return to mindlessly wandering about, having picnics, and gossiping about boys. Only you found you did not want to. You were happy with the role you had. Commander over the City. Your brother had been called away shortly after he was installed as Commander of the City. At first, the advisers took the place of the commander, debating on what to do. But that was all they were doing. When they failed to respond quickly to an attack via sea you had enough. The next morning you wandered in the great hall, halting all talk. You stood in front of the table they sat at, in front of the high chair your father would sit in. You mustered everyone, looking them in the eye. Slowly sitting down, you had worn your crown. As it was your right as the highest-ranking princess in the Pearl. You could see the shock in the faces of the old men. Not even your brother Armand had dared to sit in the high chair. But you could not care less, the rage you felt was far worse. The screams of the people and the boom of the cannons still rang in your ears. You turned to a servant near to you. “Open the windows.” He immediately complied. Turning to the men you still had no expression on your face. They were about to say something but you held up your hand. Nonetheless one of the higher ranking advisers, with white strainy hair and sun-damaged skin spoke up. “My Princess, it is not appropriate for you to be here.” His voice carried the message clearly. Here meant not only on the throne but in this room taking up space acting as if you could have anything to say. Your lip twitched, not in amusement. You leaned forward looking everyone in the eyes. “Turn to the windows.” By now the room was illuminated by the morning sun. Confused they did what you said. “A red sun.” You said matter of fact as if you did not need to say more. Slowly you got up, wandering around the table towards the man who had spoken. “ A red sun.” You said once more, louder, angrier. You walked your round around the table ending up in front of the throne again. The anger written over your face. “A red sun! A sunrise bathed in blood. The blood of our people because you were too incompetent to make a decision. Is that not right?” You turned to the advisor on your left. He looked at you in shock but seeing your anger he bowed his head. “Where was the strength of the Pearl yesterday? Where was the leadership we stood for? Where were you?” You had leaned over the table. Your voice echoed in the room. No one gave a response too shocked, to see a woman speak like this. Releasing a breath you shook your head, walking over to the man that had spoken before. “Tell me, Lord Bergen, where exactly should I be? In my chamber embroidering dresses? Searching for a husband that can do the talking for me? Crying in fear and panic running into the arms of a man?” The smirk on your face slowly disappeared as you leaned in, getting right into his face. His eyes were sparkling with anger. But that is what you wanted. “I would do such things but unfortunately I do not see any men here worthy enough.” With that, you turned around going back to the thrown. “From now on I will be Commander of the City.” Protest rang out. “SILENCE. Since you are so incompetent I see no other choice. And may I remind you I am the princess of the Sea City. High Princess of the City of Stone by my mother's line. First in generations. Heiress to the throne of the Sea and Stone if my brothers and father do not return and the king dies.” This quietened the men. “Good. Now that we have established who is in charge here I will establish the rules. If I find that you are plotting against me or my people I will personally execute you. If you speak to me in a manner that I find not befit you will lay your head to rest in the dungeons for a while until you learned your less. If you withhold things from me you will be marked as a traitor no one will ever give you work. Is that understood?” They nodded in agreement. “If anyone wishes to leave the council then say so. I will not hold it against you and no punishment will befall you.” You waited until finally, the man that had addressed you earlier stood up. Looking you in the eyes before leaving the hall. “Very well, then to business. First-order is rebuilding our defense and a rapid response team to combat intruders before the cavalry arrives.”

This little encounter still brought a smile to your face. The power you felt was a rush, and the rush never stopped. It was like you were made to lead. The council soon noticed it too. They came to you willingly asking for advice or informing you of rumors they heard. Soon whispers began to arise, the heart of the pearl they named you. You paid it no mind. Not until it was announced your father and brothers would come home. At first, you were happy, and relieved but soon reality settled in. As soon as your father was home no one would be interested in hearing what you got to say. He would take charge again leaving you to your ‘womanly duties’.

Throwing down the letter you had read over and over and yet still could not remember what it said you, leaned back. Looking around the office. You felt ashamed of the mixed feelings you have towards your father's return. A knock pulled you out of your thoughts. An excited Maria stuck her head through the door. “It is time. They are almost here.” Giving her a forced smile you nodded in thanks. She closed the door her hurried footsteps echoing through the corridors. Many ladies of the court had returned last week. But your family was still needed in the City of Stones advising the King. But now they were on their way, almost home. Maybe half an hour away. They always sent a rider to inform the court.

Taking a deep breath you stood up, making your way out of the office, down the left corridor back to the Foye. “Is the wine and bread read?” The servant nodded. “What about the chambers? Is Everything in order?” The maid nodded. You should have asked them sooner. It is not like they would be able to do anything now. Turning around you looked at the decorations, not much but to be expected after a war. War does not care for flowers or anything else growing. At least the cook was preparing a good meal. You remembered you had not eaten yet. The meal in the study went untouched. Maybe that is why you are so irritated.

Just as you were about to check on the dining hall the sound of a horn caught your attention. Stepping out of the Foye onto a stone platform that oversees the village, beneath you you saw riders in white and blue riding towards the gate. The steps leading up to the stone platform had suffered some damage but were the least damaged part of the city so you did not care to repair them. If your father had an issue with what you had done that would be his problem. The calls from the townspeople could be heard, signaling the high prince and princes were in the city. You closed your eyes for a moment taking it in. How long had you longed for this? Wished the war was all a dream? Then what was that feeling in you?

Just when you opened your eyes your father rounded the corner. He looked older than you remembered, his dark hair had streaks of white in them and his beard looked like a mixture of salt and pepper. You wanted to run to him, fling yourself in his arms. Making him spin you around like the times when you were a kid. But you were not the impulsive little girl anymore. You had learned a great deal of control over the years. You suppressed your tears, straightened up, and put on a polite smile.

Your father dismounted his horse, striding towards you, taking off his helmet. You now could clearly see the dark lines underneath his eyes and the wrinkles around his mouth. He looked so different. You wondered if you had changed. “My beloved daughter.” He caressed your face. You closed your eyes for a moment enjoying your father's warmth. Then he did something that took you by surprise. He hugged you tightly to him releasing a breath. Whispering again “My beloved daughter.” You did not know how to react to the open affection. Slowly you lifted your arms hugging him back before stepping back. “Father, welcome home.” You turned taking the cup of wine from the servant and giving it to your father. He was still looking at you, with an unreadable expression. After a couple of seconds, he took the wine and turned toward the crowd. You know let your eyes wander. You could see your three brothers. Armand is the oldest and most dutiful. Ethos is the middle child and the most gentle one. Lastly, Amros the youngest of your brothers and the wildest. Armos had his arm in a sling, Ethos had a scar running along his face, and Armand had bruises littering his hands and face.

You averted your gaze. You had heard nothing from what your father said but could imagine, it was always the same. You had given this speech too. At once your brothers came up the stairs being handed wine. It was not common for someone to stand next to the High Prince while he gave his speech unless it was another ruler. But he had not said anything and it came so naturally to you to stand there. Your father turned and went into the palace, Armand followed immediately so did you. Suddenly an arm was flung over your shoulders, making you flinch and reach for your dagger hidden in your dress. Before you could do anything Amros voice rang out. “My, my, my sister have you grown.” He grinned at you. You could not help but fall into the old pattern of rolling your eyes. He was only a year older than you so you two always got into trouble together. “Oh, oh do not let Maria see you roll your eyes she will get the wooden spoon.” You elbowed him into his side making him flinch harder than necessary. You made a note, that he was also injured in his ribs. He let go of you winking your way before sauntering to the next servant grabbing another cup of wine.

The feast was long and awkward. You had made a beeline to the throne and were about to sit down when the silence caught you off guard making you aware that your father was standing next to you. You quickly straightened again and kissed his cheek acting as if you just wanted to say hello again. You moved three chairs down. Leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Armand had the first chair then Ethos and then Amros. It stung. Now that the war was over you were just a woman again.

Your father settled into his office quickly. Amros was already womanizing again and Armand was looking after his family. Ethos was gone for the most part you had no idea where he was and you did not care. You struggled to fit into the “normal” again. It made you angry, you felt powerless, just a thing to look at. The adviser still greeted you but did not seek your advice anymore. You felt lost. No one needed you anymore.

A knock startled you. “Come in.” You called out. Your father's head appeared behind the white door. You put your book down in question. You were still in your white nightgown seeing no sense in getting dressed. You had spent most of your days in your room staring out of the window or pretending to read. “Hello, my little flower. May I come in?” You nodded pointing to a chair across from you. His walk was assured as usual but his eyes betrayed him. Something was up. You immediately straightened. Did something happen? Did someone attack again?

He sat down, looking out the window. You waited for him to speak. He breathed heavily, finally turning to you. He took the book and laid it on the table. Then he wrapped his big, rough hands around yours. “I wanted to thank you, and apologize.” You looked at him in question. He caressed your hands. “My beloved daughter my advisers made me aware of what you have done for us. For our people.” You looked down at your lap not being able to hold his eyes. “You were strong when we needed you the most. I just wish you did not have to do it.” “Father-.” He held his hand up silencing you. “After your mother died I have to admit I was worried. I had no idea how to raise a daughter.” You did not, you thought, Maria did. “And I am sorry if I have not given you the acknowledgment you deserved. But I want you to know that you do not need to be strong anymore. I will take care of everything again. I do not want you to worry.” Your back stiffened. Trying to keep a neutral face and not betray the anger you felt towards him right now. How could he do this to you? Could he not see how much you had grown. How you were not the little girl anymore with silly thoughts. How you were a woman capable of leading. Maybe better than Armand, even though you would never say this. You pulled your hands back, standing. “You do not need to worry about me father.” You picked up your book walking towards your shelve. “I just did my part in the war.” “Yes, yes you did.” He whispered looking a the floor. He felt a sadness settle into him. The first time after so many years when he finally saw his daughter he did not recognize her. He just saw a woman, with hard lines across her mouth and sharp eyes. Not the bright-eyed mischievous girl. It broke his heart when he realized the woman was his daughter. He stood up, hesitantly walking over to the door. He stayed for a moment turning around and kissing you on your forehead. You had not turned to him. Your father walked out of the room with dread in his heart. His daughter had lost her spark and it was his responsibility to bring it back. And he knew how. He went straight to his study, barking at his guards that no one was to disturb him. He put all the letters aside. This could wait. Pulling out another sheet of paper he began to write. When he was at the City of Stone the attacks were vicious. It was a lost battle but then they heard it, the horns of the Woodland men. They came to their aid and they won the battle. One thing he imminently picked up upon was that they were not people of false politeness. They were strong, direct, and had no regard for the structured court life. The men were equal. The leader slept with his men in tents outside of the city although he was offered a bed inside the palace. He smirked at his plan. You might not like it but it would do you good.

A fortnight later he received a reply. Breathing a sigh of relief he got up making his way to your room. You had hardly come out anymore. You had this blank face and even his younger son Amros picked up on it. Even though he was the most oblivious of his children. Your father could not remember the last time you laughed. Truly laughed not the false politeness. He knocked at your door. Waiting for you to reply. Your empty voice always resulted in an ache in his heart. “Good morning, my daughter.” You were dressed in a light blue gown sitting at your usual spot. He went across your room sitting in the chair opposite of you. He had to proceed carefully. “I just got a letter.” You raised your head looking at him in question. “You know my advisers called you silver tongue with a certain kind of steel. They speak highly of you and-.” He paused for a moment. “You have grown up to be a beautiful woman. You know the ins and outs of court, you are a diplomat-” “What is this about?” You interrupted him. A couple years ago you would not have dared to do so. But you developed into a no nonsense woman. Your father looked at you shocked but slowly smile formed on his lips. “Yes your mother also did not like my rambling. The war destroyed many things but it also reformed our world. We once were good allies to the Woodland men and now we are again. I do not know if you know but Ilsa the sister of the leader is engaged to Eothin your cousin. Once she is married to him she will live in our court. The Woodland men do not have the same customs as we have. I wanted to ask if you would help her?” “Help her? How?” “You know the ins and outs of court you have lifed both here and in the Stone City. You are a high princess the only one.” He held up his hand silencing you. “And you are the only one I can trust to keep the relationship friendly. Having someone help their leaders sister in court showcases a willingness to work to form a bond. Besides-.” He leaned back breathing out. “We owe them. After what they did for us on the battle field.” He broke off and you knew he would not say another word. “I’ll help her.” You sipped at your tea. Watching your father closely. You knew how it worked to sweet talk someone into something. You just could not figure out why this was so important to him that you do so. It was true you grew up in court but so did other ladies. Your father smiled at you. “Thank you my little flower.” He kissed your head and walked towards the door. I will sent the servants to help you pack and to get you warmer clothes it is cold in the north.” You looked at him in confusion. But before you could say anything he slipped out of your room. You released an aggravated sigh. That is why he was sweet talking. She was not coming here or staying at the Stone City. It was you coming to her.

You sent away the servants who came to help you pack and make a list of things. You needed time to think. Tapping your finger on the wooden chair you grind-ed your teeth. A bad habit you had aquiered over the last few years. Your initial reaction was to go to your father and refuse. Set him straight that he cannot come into a home he had not been in for years take over leadership again and sent you off to make some woman a lady. How ridiculous. But the more you thought about it the more you found you wanted to go. Leave this place. It felt like a cage made out of Marble and the seas side was rising. Eventually it will drown you. You got up slowly your joints aching from the long sitting. You walked over to your wash table picking up a white hairbrush, with gold ornaments adorned with a pink flower. Your mother used to brush your hair with this while singing or telling you stories. You had not used it in years. Ever since your mother had died. But now you sat down removing the hairnet and brushed your hair. You wanted to hum but the sound got stuck. You closed your eyes imagining your mother enjoying the feeling of the brush on your hair. “If the one way does not work well then you try another.” You heard the voice of your mother say. You went to the door calling out for your maid. It was time to pack. You were going to the north.

The ride was tedious. You had said goodbye to your family over a week ago. Amros was so mad at father for sending you away. Your family just got together so why would you leave. But father had not budged neither had you. Ethos just hugged you tightly, giving you a small smile. You would be staying over winter so your father had sent letters to tailors in Warhorse. It should be all ready when you arrived. It was not necessary to wear warm clothes in the south so you had non. And no tailor here had any fabric warm enough. You had past the stone city and were now passing small villages along the way. You would cross into Woodland territory any moment. You had never been outside of the Kingdoms of Kingdoms. Your father had given you a carriage the way was too long to ride for an untrained person. He sent half a dozens men with you to keep you safe until you crossed the boarder. Then you would be escorted by the northern men. You had heard about them growing up. They were different from your people more wild and brutish they said. You reminded yourself they are allies now you cannot have and preconceived notions about them.

Suddenly a horn sound drifted towards you. You had never heard a sound like that it was rough almost like a war cry. You looked out the carriage but you could not see anything. The carriage halted. “What is going on?” Where we under attack? Your hand drifted to your dagger. The soldier guarding you appeared at your door. “The north men are here we crossed their boarder.” You nodded in thanks. You straightened your spine, checked if your hair was still in its net. Then stepped out of the carriage. You were greeted by a wall of horses. Around a dozen. You were surprised by the manpower in front of you. Why were there so many men? The horses were big but the men atop of them seemed even bigger. Broad, most of them with long hair covert in fur. You realized that you had not moved since seeing the men. So you made your way with ease only a woman of high rank possessed towards them. Two men dismounted the horse and came towards you and your men. They took of their helmets revealing unkempt beards. One had long hair with braids, while the other one had a buzz cut. The one with the buzz cut stepped forward bowing slightly. You reciprocated with a curtsy. The first thing you noticed about him was how dirty he was. His boots were covered in mud, as were his pants. His leather vest seemed worn. Seems like the rumors were true the north men were wild. He mustered you for a second too. “My Lady, I am here to escort you back to Warhorse.” “Thank you my lord. I am Princess Y/N. Please to make your aquientence.” You had purposefully said Princess. It was a natural response to you now to establish that you were in power, higher ranking. But your heart stopped when he said: “Pleased to meet you Princess. I am the leader of the Woodland people Captain Syverson.” He smirked. Shit. He ranked higher than you and he knew it. And now your first words to the leader was scolding him for how he had addressed you. Why had you not informed yourself on how the leader looked like? Had he nothing better to do than escort someone? “Shall we?” You could only nod. This was going to be a long winter.

PART 2

Let me know what you guys think. As I said not sure yet about it.

Also I lost my taglist again so if you wanna be tagged comment.

Think of it as Tolkien meets Pride and Prejudice

AND pLease leave comments! I need all the encouragement and love you can give me

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dufrau · 9 months

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Babe you said you wanted comments and I love being a cheerleader so have a comment so thought through that I'm a little embarrassed (I literally took notes)

The loneliness that is getting invited to your mum's book club.

Nancy being heartbroken about not being invited 💔

Hard relate to thinking 'what is the most normal way to do something' in a social situation.

Also Nancy's allowed to be angry anyway but when you add wet socks? Unhinged feral rage justified.

If I was at that party I would absolutely have walked in on them because I'd be like, where snacks??? Except I probably would have followed in the first instance because the pretty girls went to get snacks so that's where I need to be and then they would never have banged so basically I'm glad I was not written in.

Giggling at the idea of Nancy smashing the peanut butter BC robin suggested it was an inappropriate snack.

'Her arms were pink up close, from the sun, and Nancy wanted to grab onto her biceps, her wrists, just grab them and let go and then watch her handprints fade away. Which was insane, of course. And which was par for the course, of course.'

Nancy angry at the fridge? fan art, someone, please.

Obsessed with Nancy checking out Robins legs like damn 😍 she has no musculature and she runs stupid, that's hot

Robin being like yeah the bowls are here where I'm blocking you from getting them and doing nothing to remedy that... her mind

Nancy not knowing what to say and just slut shaming robin 💯

'I need to get in there' 👀

'Robin swallowed and Nancy watched it happen. She couldn't feel it, the movement of her throat, from where her fingers were, and she was jealous of that too.' 🥴😩💓

The idea that in their blossoming relationship Robin will look at Nancy's facial expression and not be sure if she is about to commit a crime or fuck her silly 🤌🏻

'That she could have been the one to invite Robin over, that Robin almost definitely would have come if Nancy had only asked. Robin's hands were on her face and her breath was in Nancy's mouth and Nancy was standing between her legs surrounded by the heat of her, wondering if Robin would come now if she asked.' 😩😩😩

'Left to her own devices she wound up doing things like taking on the federal government to avenge her friend's death' happens to the best of us x

I think my favourite line is 'Nancy wanted to rub up against the sound of it.'

Favourite ronance canon trope is robin doing anything Nancy asks her (sexual)

Thank you for feeding us!!

Oh wow thank YOU for feeding ME. <3<3<3

I will address your concerns in list format! Under a cut because this is so long! Which I am not complaining about at all for the record this is making my day!

You know Karen's book club is awful, too. Straight romance novels every month and they just get drunk and complain about their husbands.

No but for real the loneliness of summer vacation when you are in-between friend groups? It's been 25 years but I remember this so vividly 😭 I did not fuck anybody in a kitchen about it though unfortunately.

I think Nancy is often kind of Performing Normalcy in the show and I think being profoundly lonely on top of that makes it very how-it-felt-to-socialize-when-covid-precautions-started-to-let-up. She's trying so hard!

Wet socks are the worst. Anger intensifies.

My excuse for nobody walking in was first of all just that its my story and i didnt want them to, but besides that im like, well nobody asked for snacks actually, and the boys are swimming in the pool and steve is working on his tan. And tbh they probably weren't even in there that long. Anyway they thank you for not interrupting them!

I almost had her pull down a can of Bush's Baked Beans instead of the peanut butter but it felt like very niche fanservice so I refrained.

The sunburn stuff was just there to add specificity and make it feel more tangible. I am trying to trick you into imagining what it feels like.

Nancy standing in front of the fridge mad about being short is so funny to me i can see it so clearly in my mind 😂 She's so mad already and now she's too short to reach the chips?? The disrespect.

I am a Robin-was-terrible-at-soccer-and-only-played-one-season-because-her-parents-forced-her truther. I am also a girls-with-soft-legs-are-cute truther.

Robin was 100% fucking with Nancy re: the bowls. I don't think she fully understood the *way* she was fucking with Nancy, but she definitely knew it was riling her up and she leaned into that on purpose just to see what would happen.

Nancy truly does know better than to slut shame anybody but she also does NOT know how to say "you look so good i want to scream" so uh RIP her principles this one time i guess.

The "I need to get in there" bit was just fun to write. I stand by it. I love that shit.

Throats are sexy. That is all I have to say about that.

I'm pretty sure Robin already has a pavlovian response to Nancy's Felony Face but yeah from here on out she's toast.

That line is probably a little over the top but nobody is probably reading angry kitchen smut for the subtlety so again I stand by it!

It's true though, whenever Nancy has nothing to do she MAKES something to do. Luckily for the federal government she now has something to do (Robin.)

Thank you! I also like that line a lot!

This is also my favorite trope for them 🙏

#bus-vibes #asks #spoilers i guess for that fic i posted yesterday #never be embarrassed for sending me comments like this they are my favorite thing in the world!

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Okay umm listen, I have a silly… a very silly question...

Lake crushing on transfem Jesse-

i do love a good opportunity to soapbox my jesslake analysis

i presume the underlying assumption here is that when i say i think jesslake sucks it's because of [points at my url] the lake sexuality take, and hence if you simply Trans Jesse's Gender the circumstances are suddenly amenable to me. they're not--i don't base my analysis of character dynamic on random sexuality headcanons, i base it on the reality of how that dynamic is portrayed in the source media. like, this is a train Analysis blog, if you want my opinion on a ship you're getting my opinion on how compelling that relationship would be within the source media, not on how compelling it would be in some five-layers-of-caricature-and-abstraction fanon version of the media. making jesse a girl--and it is, imo, weird to use the idea of a transfem character as a prop for mediocre shipping instead of as a genuine interpretation--would not change any of the reasons why jesslake is a profoundly uncompelling and backwards interpretation of the season. i don't give a shit what genders or sexualities you make jesse and lake, they're still a bad pairing.

as for the why, i'm gonna let one of the writers of the show summarize:

jesse is...lake's first friend. Ever. she's new to friendship. she's a traumatized 13yo with a subsequently deeply unhealthy and fumbling approach to social interaction. jesse is her first friend, her only friend, and furthermore the only support system she has. jesse has a house, a family, experience with social relationships, and a support system outside of lake. jesse has a social security number and a last name. lake is a homeless kid from another dimension with approximately three months of train-world life experience and, as of the end of canon, some three minutes of real-world life experience.

which is to say that if lake were to date jesse, she would be taking her first-ever friendship--something so emotionally overwhelming to her that she's flustered by even the most basic demonstrations of care from him--and turning it into a teenage romance. you know what teenage romances are famous for? being based on short-lived infatuation with inevitable and awkward break-ups. it's how teenagers Work, having those shitty-dinky teen relationships is an important part of growing up.

do you know how unbalanced and unhealthy it would be if lake, a homeless, traumatized child with no legal existence, started dating the one (1) member of her support system? how uncomfortable and horrible it would be for the continuation of her connection to the one (1) person who can offer her a place to stay be contingent on a romantic connection to him? imagine how ruinous the inevitable teen break-up would be for her. to quote owen:

the key word here is friend. a friendship with jesse is sustainable, low-pressure. they're the special kind of best friends who meet when they're young, share the experience of figuring out how to grow into themselves together, and stay friends for life. that's something so much more compelling and emotionally significant than the idea that their connection on the train was solely the result of short-lived superficial teenage infatuation.

season two is not about crushes. season two is about two lonely kids finding each other and realizing that they're lovable despite what they might think or what the world might be telling them. season two is about the best-friendships that save and change lives. in the season two DVD bonus commentary tape for the wasteland scene, show writer katai points out, and i quote exactly: "it's so cruel and dismissive that he keeps calling jesse just 'lake's boyfriend.'" (dennis and queripel chime in with "yeahs" after this comment is made.) and it's cruel and dismissive for a reason: because season two is about a platonic love far, far deeper and more significant than any romantic interpretation of the season could ever be.

making it some dumb teen romance isn't just implausible/unhealthy if you engage with it in the full context of the show's narrative, it cheapens The Absolute Shit out of the relationship dynamic they do actually have. and sure, you can say "but not everything has to be realistic/accurate to the show all the time!!!" but infinity train is a show about very realistically written people experiencing very realistic problems in their very realistic lives, where the one added element of absurdity is the train. i like to engage with the show on its own terms, i like to interpret character dynamics with the understanding that the world they inhabit is just ours but with the addition of the train. i don't want to make uninteresting, generified shipbait versions of jesse and lake kiss. i want to engage with the way they're actually written in the show.

and the way they're actually written in the show makes it exceptionally clear that jesslake is a boring-ass ship and Travel Besties is where the narratively meaningful shit is at.

if you want jesslake to be a thing, then you better start making alternate universes, because they're never gonna be dating in this one.

#ask #GOD i love soapboxing #infinity train #b2 #analysis #it's been too long since we had a good jesslake bitchery post going on in here!! had to fill my quota for the year #lore

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I’ve had a really, really bad day, but the visual that you, EMT, and a couple of lovely Anons have put out there of Emmanuel buying Brigitte a tiara not only inspired a truly needed laugh, but this piece. Take it as my thank you for your very important public service. It’s more of a silly piece from me. Hope you all enjoy.

"So it’s official, then?" she asked that night at dinner, after she had been handed the initial planning dossier by her staff that morning.

"What’s official?" he asked, a little confused.

"The British are coming," she replied.

"Oh! Yes! They are! End of March, I think."

"Ooh, getting them before the coronation. Quite the coup!"

"Yeah. Well," he blushed, a little embarrassed by the insinuation.

"Chéri, I think it’s lovely that everyone wants a State Visit with you. I mean, I don’t love the big public spectacles that involve me, heels, cameras, and crowds -"

"You always do so well at these things, Brigitte," he reassured.

"But, I love how much they love you. You’re such a good man, such a profoundly honest and true man, and I’m so very glad that the rest of the world sees that too."

"They love you too," he told her, reaching over and grabbing her hand. "Trust me, there are a lot of people who prefer you to me, or their spouses prefer you to me. And I really don’t think we’d be getting these invites no matter how much they like me if you weren’t you."

"Charmer," she deflected.

"Truth teller," he insisted.

"Anyways. Now I have to get started looking for a dress."

"Ooh! I have some ideas," his eyes lit up at the thought.

"No."

"Oh, come on, you don’t even know what I was thinking!"

"I don’t need to know."

"Aren’t you just the tiniest bit curious?"

"The woman with the biggest collection of fine jewelry I can think of will be coming to dinner, so, knowing you, I already have an idea of what’s going on inside your head."

"But-"

"No. You are not buying me a tiara."

"But what if I want to!"

"Do I really need to explain to you how much worse the whole ‘Marie Antoinette’ thing will get if you literally put me in a crown?"

"But you are a Queen!"

"I’m not even a First Lady, really."

"Fine. You’re my Queen!"

"Just like you are the King of my heart. But, mon cœur, you are not, under any circumstances, to buy me one. Do you understand?"

"Give me one good reason that isn’t about how the public would perceive you."

"You mean one good reason other than making your life difficult which is the thing I have tried my hardest to avoid for these last almost 6 years? How about I don’t have the hair for it," she volleyed back.

"There’s always hair extensions."

"It’s too expensive for something I’ll only wear once,” she stated.

"What if I want to see you wearing it around the house?" he flirted, a naughty image coming to mind.

"You’re crazy!"

"Crazy in love with you!"

"I love you too, but -"

"No tiara. Point taken.” He waited for a minute, letting her think she’d won, before he ventured back into the verbal boxing ring, “how about new earrings?”

Helloooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Really sad to hear you had a bad day, but happy that coming here and read the things we comment, still managed to put a smile on your face ❤️

Hahahaha love how Brigitte could see right through Emmanuel’s intentions even before he said anything 😂

Emmanuel fantasizing with Brigitte wearing the hair extensions (and probably with the tiara too) around the Élysée hahahaha that naughty mind just never stops 🤭😂

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

(Hope you get some rest and feel better tomorrow ❤️ )

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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whispertrolls-archive · 2 years

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✏️ and of course, for Kammo

My girl, my beloved, my scrunkly little heathen whom I adore dearly.

Kamala is one of my OG crowd, probably the second I ever made, so she's got a special place in my heart as someone whose muse has been with me for about 10 years. At a glance, you know that one meme that talks about characters who are silly but profoundly sad? That's her.

Kamala learned how to be funny and sociable at an early age as a form of a coping mechanism, and it's stuck around long enough to where she doesn't even recognize it as such anymore. For what it's worth, she's weird, but generally well-meaning, even if her lack of a filter and generally flippant demeanor lands her in hot water at times.

Where she's generally dismissive towards herself and often uses humor in any situation that she can, it's generally forward enough to where it's a dominant virtue that turns into a terrible flaw. While she knows when to be serious, she may be avoidant of it unless it's unavoidable, and it's not hard to tell that when things get serious, it becomes uncomfortable because she knows that they can't just laugh themselves out of the topic or events at hand. This is especially present whenever someone is pointing out a flaw that she has, which is generally Tuuya calling her out for neglecting herself in the process of putting others first. While she isn't against admitting that she has flaws, she doesn't like the idea of having to genuinely reflect on herself because it would entail facing what she doesn't like about herself.

Kamala doesn't remember much of her life. She has a few core memories, but there's still a lot missing. She has thoughts and reactions that she isn't aware of, responses to some things that she can't explain. She's got a lot of trauma surrounding herself, but she's suppressed it to the point of where even naming it isn't guaranteed to ring any bells. She struggles a lot with depression and anxiety, but she's spent enough time laughing through the pain to where it just feels like the "right" thing to do, both to keep herself from focusing on it and from worrying anyone else. How is she gonna take care of her loved ones if she's too busy being stuck on herself, right?

Well, it's no secret that she has unhealthy means of dealing with night-to-night life, whether it's working herself to the bone or always trying to be of use to someone because she's merged her identity with her work, or if she's hell-bent on making someone smile because she couldn't stand to see someone feeling what she often ignores in herself.

With her unexpected rift stumbling (courtesy of Whisper) into folks outside of her Beforan crowd, she's faced with a new challenge, a new reality, and a new set of fears. She might not be able to die permanently due to her status as a resurrected, god-tier rift jumper, but the people that she's grown to love and hate can. She knows it, and it's instilled a sense of strain and urgency upon her that she hasn't felt since she and her original crew were all still alive. This isn't like the other rift-jumpers, who were given the same relative immortality. There is an extremely real threat that she could lose these people for good. There's no forgiving mistakes. There's no room for error. There are no second chances in this realm. She believes that if she doesn't keep it together and get things right every time, then she'll be forced to watch another beloved life slip through her fingers like sand.

Additionally, her lack of memories consequentially includes a lack of self-awareness. She knows that she's a God Tier Sylph of Life, but she has no idea of how powerful she actually is and used to be, and she won't unless she remembers herself. Unless she recollects the pain that she so thoroughly suppressed that it only subconsciously and situationally exists, she won't understand her potential.

In essence, the only way that she would be able to grow would be under the condition that she would first have to break, and she's willing to do everything in her power, even throwing away her own life and well-being, to make sure that doesn't happen.

#cloudbattrolls #Kamala Vilkas #mun whispers

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theclearestbluejp · 2 years

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"Tied to the shifting ground..."

I guess I don't fully know why I'm here. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I thought it might help if I were to write those thoughts down somewhere where I don't really expect anyone I know can or will see them.

Like it has been for most people, life the past couple of years has definitely been pretty challenging. I "lost" my job at the very start of the pandemic with the federal government and spent the next several months surviving off CERB (I live in fear every day that they'll decide I didn't deserve it and come to collect) until I finally decided to return to my previous job, which I... did not love. Then I immediately got laid off again! Only for a month, though, then at-home work began. In October of last year, I finally managed to obtain a position with a company that specializes in what I actually went to school for! I really did think everything was going to change for the better. And in some ways, it has. I'm able to afford to live alone for the most part, but I've had so many financial issues since this started. I wish I had gotten this job when my roommate still lived with me so I was able to save up more money, but life just always wants to challenge me, so here we are.

It feels so silly to say, but with the release of "Heartstopper" last week, my emotional state has really been thrown into chaos. I'm 34, so there's a part of me that feels a little embarrassed to be so affected by a show that, let's face it, was probably aimed at teenagers or young adults. But... it has. Profoundly.

The last time I went on a date with someone was probably back in 2017? Maybe 2016. I have it in my head that I was 28 (so, 2016) but somehow that feels too long ago. I guess I don't know if I can fully say it was a date... we agreed to meet for dinner, then the next day he came over to my place and things... happened. And we kinda kept seeing each other like that. He was closeted, so I never wanted to push the idea that we should be seen in public together. I was starting to enjoy spending time with him and it went on for a couple of months like that. But I ultimately wasn't able to be emotionally honest with him and things just sort of... fizzled. Now, I don't know if this was all on me being unable to say "I like you and I'm interested in seeing where this goes." It could just be that he wasn't feeling it either way. I guess both of those options sort of suck, though. Either way, I got the good ol' "I'm really busy these days" message, and I've been in the game long enough to know what that really means. I backed off, wanting to not seem like a psycho, and I never saw him again. Well, that's not true, I saw him coming out of a building once, and I'm pretty sure I saw him walking down the street with a friend (he turned to walk the opposite way from me, as if I'd ever say anything).

After that, I decided it was time to... stop. I'd never had a very serious relationship and it just always seemed like dating never worked out. Either I couldn't commit, or I was into it more than they were, or I'd get scared, etc. All the cliche bullshit. The only person I ever loved was David when I was 18, and some days I worry that David doesn't look back as fondly on those memories as I did. I'm thoroughly over him now, but I still cherish that time. It was really probably the happiest I'd ever been in my life.

But after everything, I started thinking that maybe I don't actually want a boyfriend? After all, it seems like it just never clicks when it seems to click so easily for everyone else. Maybe I just told myself that's what I wanted because we're told to partner up for life and to not do so is sad? Maybe it's just not for me? And I was fine believing that for these past 5 or so years. Truly, I got so accustomed to being alone that I couldn't imagine allowing someone to break my patterns.

But then this show came out. And it made me realize that I do want that. I do want a partner. I want someone who I get excited to see and spend time with and be my true self around and be comfortable with and go on adventures with and make memories with. I want to love someone and I want to be loved back. I don't expect a story book romance and I know that TV =/= reality, but that's not what I'm asking for. I know it's not perfect, it can never be ideal, but I want someone to go through this life with. I... don't want to be alone anymore. I want someone to make happy and who can make me happy in return. And it's a huge, massive fucking deal for me to put those words down, because truthfully I feel like I've known this all along, but I didn't want to say it anymore because saying it and feeling like I couldn't have it almost hurt more than anything else.

I've decided I want to genuinely seek out a therapist. I don't really know where to begin, but I know I need help. I want help overcoming my anxiety and inability to be emotionally honest. Honestly, I think I'll know I've had a breakthrough if I'm able to cry in front of someone else. It will be a long journey, I think, but maybe a necessary one.

Well, I think that's all I wanted to get off my chest for now. I'm not sure when I'll write in here again. I don't even know how seriously I'll take this whole thing. I guess we'll see.

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Memory - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky's a vampire but still manages to develop a breeding kink

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, vampire!AU, creampie, daddy kink, mention of blood because of biting

A/N: this is for my darling cousin @whisperlullaby‘s challenge, and also my own! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. I hope you guys will enjoy this silly idea of a vampire with a breeding kink 💛 I had a blast writing it! Unbeta’ed because I almost died this week and cannot be bothered to stare at my writing for any longer.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Okay, let’s play truth or dare!” I groaned as silently as possible at the proposition. One of the downsides of dating someone in college was having to deal with the immaturity of their friends, especially when I was unable to escape yet another invitation for a weekend getaway.

There were only so many encounters a man could refuse before mysterious became annoying, and I knew I was toeing the line, even if my girlfriend never complained.

She understood just how irritating these gatherings could be to me. It would have been easy to imagine if there was a realistic age gap between us, but considering the centuries that separated our birth dates, it was laughable that anyone would entertain the idea of me with a bunch of young adults who only wanted to get laid, smoke some weed and drink their asses off.

Of course, her friends didn’t know my true age, so they only thought I was a little bit irked by their behavior. Y/N knew the truth, and so evidently she tried to get me out of it, but I resisted.

I wanted her to take part in the normal experiences people her age were having. There was already so much that she was missing out on just by being with me - and I wasn’t even referring to the blood that she granted me every night.

I’d accepted to be there with her that evening. I was going to immerse myself in the full experience, if only to learn a bit more about her and those she surrounded herself with.

Her best friend let out a little excited yell when she noticed that we were joining the circle and I forced myself to smile at her. “Alright, let’s do this.” One of the male friends rubbed his hands before reaching for the bottle, making it spin as I frowned. I thought that was a different game, but apparently I was mistaken.

It landed on a girl I had yet to get acquainted with, and so I disconnected myself from the conversation as I watched my beloved laugh and have fun with her friends. It made me feel warm. It made me grateful I had decided to join.

A few more rounds went by without anything of essence actually happening. I was about to excuse myself when the bottle surprisingly stopped while pointing at Y/N.

She gasped as she stared at the man who was responsible for deciding her fate, and I already knew I wouldn’t like what was coming next. But she was smart, so she avoided the dare that would undoubtedly enrage me, leaving her to answer a question that I also would have preferred not to hear.

“So… Y/N…” He began, taking far too much pleasure at the situation, and by the way she rolled her eyes, I knew she was thinking the same.

“Yes, Simon.” He opened his mouth to say something, but instinctively looked my way. I was trying my best not to let any emotion slip through the cracks of my perfectly constructed mask, but whatever it was that he saw seemed to make him change his mind.

He closed his mouth and frowned, for a second deep in thought, before he sighed and finally voiced his question. “Just tell us one of your kinks.”

It sounded like he was trying to get this over with, and although Y/N seemed just as confused, she cleared her throat and gave him an answer.

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess.. Creampie?” Little giggles and comments rose around the circle, but nothing really stuck out and they were quick to motion her to spin the bottle so another person could have a turn.

It was a different reaction that I was expecting, especially considering what everyone did for much tamer answers, but the explanation for the lukewarm crowd was made clear by a groaned comment from Simon to the man beside him.

“This is no fun now that she isn’t single.” A small giggle resonated by my side, and I turned in the direction it came from to find my girlfriend trying to suppress her amusement behind her palm.

“Something funny, little one?” I knew they’d take notice of the pet name, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered to even pretend to care, and the fact that she smiled openly up at me showed me that she didn’t, either.

“Not at all.” She pulled me closer to deposit a quick peck on my lips and I was sure if my heart was still beating, it would have fluttered at the way she looked at me. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“Of course.” Thankfully, the game didn’t last much longer - for us, at least. Somehow, the bottle didn’t land on me once, and Y/N started to yawn, her head resting against my shoulder after the third consecutive “Who would you rather bang?” question.

“I think we’re gonna leave for the night,” she excused us even though I knew she wasn’t really sleepy. She really could be an excellent actress when she wanted to.

We walked up the stairs to where the bedrooms were located, quickly getting in what had been assigned as ours for the weekend. She smiled softly at me as she reached for her backpack, no doubt looking for the one shirt of mine she always slept in, but I had a few things in my mind I wanted to ask her about.

“Why do you like creampies to much?” The words spilled out at me so unusually, considering the silence in the room, it didn’t surprise me that it took her a while to answer. When she did though, I was surprised to find her biting her lip, a look between amused and horny in her eyes when she approached me.

“Dunno.” She shrugged, taking my hands in her and playing with my fingers. I knew it was a way to avoid my intense gaze. “Guess I have a bit of a breeding kink, actually. It just felt too personal to share with those guys.”

The answer took me by surprise as I stared down at her, blinking a couple of times as I made sure to really process what she had said.

“A breeding kink?” I confirmed, and she rolled her eyes in that way I knew she did when she was embarrassed but trying to play it off as annoyed.

“Yeah, you know.” She pulled away from me to sit on the bed, legs dangling off of it almost like a child. “I like the idea of being bred. Even though I’m in no way ready to become a mother,” she added in a serious tone, making sure I understood what she meant.

But I didn’t. I didn’t and I guess it was clear in my face, because she quirked an eyebrow and jumped out of the bed, coming to stand before me once more.

“Why is this so weird to you?” She inquired, head tilted in amusement. “You’re over a century old, I’m sure your expectations regarding sexual relationships were related to impregnation for most of your life.”

And I mean… she wasn’t wrong. But I hadn’t thought about that for so long, I guess it didn’t occur to me that there was an actual term for it these days.

“There’s no way you don’t have a breeding kink.” The affirmation sounded almost like a dare, so my instinct was to fight it, wrap my arms around her torso so I’d keep her close to me, but deny it.

“You know I can’t ‘breed’ anyone anymore, darling.” But she wasn’t giving up. Her fingers softly traced my jawline, eyes sparkling with a dangerous glint as she countered, “Doesn’t mean you can’t like the idea of it.”

Even though I didn’t need the oxygen, I inhaled sharply, suddenly fascinated by her every movement, the way she gently unwrapped herself from my arms to slowly unbutton her simple dress, the one she made it look like a fucking gown.

“Think about it, Buck…” Every inch of skin that became exposed to my eyes still had my mouth watering, desperate to taste her all over.

“Wouldn’t you want to see me round with your child?” The question provoked my imagination, playing with her features as I thought about what she proposed. Her breasts fuller, stomach protuberant, and maybe a little feet rubbing against the skin, something I could kiss.

“See me carry your genes, continue your lineage… Wouldn’t you want that?” Her innocent eyes spelled trouble when she stood before me again, close enough to touch.

And I couldn’t deny that the idea did something to my heart - even though it didn’t beat anymore. Most undeniably, it definitely did something to my cock, which now strained against my pants, the arousal that the image of her impregnated by me provoked bursting as I looked at the creature that I loved in wonder and fascination.

“Are you trying to tempt me, doll?” She bit on her lower lip to stop herself from giggling before I pulled it away from her teeth when I took her in my arms again, naked breasts rubbing against my shirt.

“Is it working?” She breathed out, eyes connected to mine while she tried to gather my feelings about her attempt. I pressed her body closer, making sure she’d feel the hardness in my pants before I even voiced it.

“Very well,” I whispered in her ear, enjoying the way my cold breath awakened goosebumps all over her warm skin. She never complained about the difference in temperature, something that I was profoundly grateful for, since I loved to feel her hot blood pumping underneath my fingertips whenever I trailed my digits over her flesh.

“So tell me,” she pressed, still going for seductive even though she sounded slightly out of breath, her desire evident in the way her pupils had dilated. “Would you like to breed me, James?”

A shiver went down my spine at the question and I closed my eyes for just one second, just to relish in this sensation before I opened them to confess, “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

My hand easily spread her lower lips, middle finger running between them to test her wetness and finding her soaked, like she always seemed to be for me. The knowledge had me smiling as I lifted my hand to taste her before making quick work of my belt, observing her slowly walking backwards towards the bed as I followed, almost like there was a thread connecting us, keeping us close.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned against my ear as he buried himself inside of me and I clutched at his shoulders, desperate to feel every part of him connected to every part of me.

Only he could get me this way. Chest heaving, mouth open just from the simple act of feeling him stretching me open. It didn’t matter how many times he took me, it still burned the same - and I loved it.

“Tell me, doll,” he panted, hypnotizing eyes connected to mine, unwilling to let my gaze escape his hold. “Tell me you’d want to have my child. You’d look so beautiful with your body changing because of me, wouldn’t you want that?”

I groaned, throwing my head back as James fucked me senseless, his cock ramming against my sweet spot over and over again. He knew no mercy, I knew that. I just never anticipated to have such an overwhelming reaction to a silly little kink I never even thought I’d ever get to explore.

“Answer me, little one.” His fangs came into play then, piercing around the nipple that he sucked, galvanizing me into actually responding, “I would, I would, daddy,” while pulling on his hair without even realizing.

He let go of my breasts to look at me with dark eyes - not because he had come in contact with my blood, oh no. It was clear that this was the reaction to the name that escaped me so easily, waving its way into him until it broke the last bit of his control and left him completely undone, only determined to fuck me.

I watched him lick his lips before he ordered, “tell daddy you want his cum inside of you.” Hearing him acknowledge this other secret kink, refer to himself as it had me delirious, unable to formulate any words to obey him, so I opted to hide my face in the crook of his neck, hoping the feeling of my burning cheeks would satiate him.

What a mistake.

“Oh, so now you’re shy?” He mocked, rubbing his jaw against my cheek as I whined against him. “Want daddy’s cum so much but can’t be a good girl and beg for it?”

I came with a long drawn-out gasp right then, my body twitching underneath his as his cock dragged along my walls once, twice, a third time until it spilled his cum inside of my channel. The act was so hot to me that it had me pulling on his hair, whispers of “I love you, I love you,” tumbling out of my lips.

He silenced me with a kiss, still managing to keep on thrusting until I had to push him away because of my sensitivity.

“Spread your legs for me, little one…” He ordered, brushing his tongue over his lower lip in contemplation. “Let me see the mess I left there.”

I was still a bit nervous about the whole ordeal now that the wave of horniness had left me, but I did eventually spread my legs for him, whimpering as he bit down on his own lip at the sight of his spent dripping from my abused pussy.

“Oh, you look so good like that, darling.” I could barely contain my giddiness as he laid down by my side and pulled me to rest on his chest, pressing a kiss to my temple while he caressed my arm. “But one question remains unanswered.” To my almost sleepy hum, he proceeded, “Why do you like the idea of breeding so much?”

That got me thinking, wiping the tiredness off of my muscles like a bucket of cold water. It felt weird to admit it, but at the same time, I wanted nothing more than to bare my soul to the man I loved, to have him aware of every little thing about me…

So I admitted, “I like the idea of being yours… in this very scary, slightly territorial way.” At his silence, I giggled, hiding my face on his chest as I waited for his response.

“But you are mine,” he reminded me, and even as I rolled my eyes, a silly smile painted my lips, loving that he felt like he needed to tell me that.

“I know I am,” I recognized. “It’s just another way I’d like to be claimed by you. Besides, I can just imagine how well you’d take care of me…”

Silence filled the room as we both got lost in the images of what could never be. Me with a fully-grown belly, walking like a penguin as he held up tiny onesies that looked ridiculous in his huge hands.

My heart ached for what could never be, surely, but I couldn’t really grieve a future I’d never have while I was so happy with the man who wanted to give me one.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He kissed the back of my hand, and even though he knew it wasn’t exactly what I meant, it was just enough. “I’m sorry that I can’t ever give you children.”

The guilt in his tone was almost palpable, and I wanted to do anything in my power to make it disappear. This wasn’t what I intended when I shared my sexual fantasies with him. They were just that - fantasies. I wouldn’t trade my reality for any alternative version the universe could offer me.

“It’s alright, babe,” I assured him, depositing a kiss on his chest, right where his heart would be beating for me if it could. “I think the way you want to claim me is just as territorial… and much more final.”

Bucky held me close, breathing me in - even if he didn’t need to do that to survive - before he asked me the last doubt that still hovered in his mind.

“Aren’t you scared?” And as I laid there in his embrace, feeling loved and cared for, I knew the only acceptable answer that I could give him was, “It’ll be worth it.”

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Hiiii! (again feel VERY free not to publish, I'm not trying to stress anyone out or hurt anyone's feelings) but yes!! i agree, adele and lil nas and ed sheeran and taylor swift and anyone in the realm that harry wants to be in ARE ruthlessly ambitious. To pretend otherwise is just... wildly naive to me i guess? In what it takes to reach that level of success. I think that was my point? So it's so weird to me when people are sooooooo defensive of harry. Like... he *does* do things that many of his fans probably wouldn't like. People react to any criticism of him like he's some kind of underdog but he's so BELOVED in main stream culture that it makes me be like wut? (I guess that's the point of my original ask, it reminds me of christians being like WE'RE SO PERSECUTED!!!! while most people in the U.S. are christians).

Could you maybe talk about why you don't think that's an interesting/important lens through which to view success? Is it just because it's so obvious? Because I always get the vibe from a lot of the fandom that Harry just happened into extreme stardom without any planning or free will of his own.

Oh and just a small example, but in terms of carelessness, I would say I think Townes is an example of that. He unleashed the fandom on her, and when asked if he warned her, he explicitly said no. I also think he lifted Bukowksi (blah) imagery directly from his poems (you flower, you feast/// this thing upon me like a flower and a feast) without really crediting it, as just another example. Not malicious, but careless.

I truly don't think any of this makes Harry "bad" (though i don't really view people in terms of good or bad) but it makes discussions surrounding him very defensive and flat when everything even slightly negative is ignored because someone wants him to be perfect.

I think I just disagree with the adjective "ruthless" because it denotes having or showing no pity or compassion for others. I just have never seen anything about Harry that gives me the impression that's how he is. He's said if he's going to play, he wants to win. I'd describe him maybe as fiercely competitive. Or profoundly ambitious. I don't know... the word ruthless is so negative that it becomes difficult to have a balanced conversation about it if that's how you see things.

But I hear what you're saying about people being being very defensive about him. That's a layered issue, I think. Part of it is the fractured nature of this fandom. There are so many people who claim to love him, yet turn on him and turn on people who support him, the second something happens. As I said earlier, if you're not condemning him, you're accused of babying him or putting him on a pedestal. I just think there's a middle ground. I also think people often feel as if they're being personally attacked if their fave is attacked. Like, he has to be perfect or somehow I'm a bad person for liking him.

In addition to all of this, I think people can get defensive about him because there's a narrative that a certain faction of the fandom created and pushes that he actually is ruthless and not only broke up the band to have solo stardom without regard to the other guys, but also created babygate in order to ruin Louis, and continues to try and sabotage him (in cahoots with Rob Stringer and the Azoffs). If that's who you believe Harry to be, then please unfollow me because that's such a disgusting thing to say about anyone and there's literally no basis in reality for any of it.

Maybe it's because I've been here for a such a long time that I never see people acting as though he just stumbled into his success. That, to me, is just silly. He's clearly been groomed for this since he was 16 – regardless of whether he was always aware of it, or always wanted it. He had to have realized fairly early on what was going on. Just the fact that he was connecting himself with the Azoffs as early as 2014 gives you an idea that he knew he was going to need big guns behind him to get what he wanted.

As far as Townes is concerned, I doubt that she wasn't told. Just because he said that in the BTA doesn't mean it's true. That would just be bizarre behavior. And from people I know who knew her, she seemed just fine (and also never dated him). Expecting a songwriter to credit imagery from poetry or books or art that inspired them seems like overkill to me. I just think Sony isn't looking to get sued, shit like that would be talked about and sent to lawyers etc. if it was deemed an issue. I mean, Hootie and The Blowfish basically put a whole verses of Dylan's Idiot Wind into their song, Only Wanna Be With You. Dylan was asked, and was fine with it for years, then later decided he wanted money. I'm sure Bukowski's heirs would do the same if they were bothered. Again, I don't think that's necessarily Harry's job. That's why labels have copyright attorneys on staff.

I don't think we should treat him as if he's perfect, but I do think there's so much we don't know about how things are run behind the scenes. It's fine to dislike the way his team handles things and it's fine to complain about it when they've fucked up. And yes, Harry can take his share of the blame when his team messes up. They're "his team" after all. I just think a lot of people have a hard time balancing it all – it becomes all or nothing. He's either perfect or he's the worst. And the truth is, he's neither. But I enjoy him and his music and the way he presents himself, and he makes me happy. So I'm happy being a fan.

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Keepsake

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person)

Word count: 1.827

Warnings: Death, loss, hopelessness, light cursing, sadness, melancholy, grief, heartache, mourning.

Author’s note: This story was inspired by the song 'Everglow' by Coldplay.

Do me a favour and listen to the song, while reading this, I'll link to the different versions, depending on your mood.

Everglow (original) by Coldplay

Everglow (acoustic) by Coldplay

Everglow (instrumental) by Alexandre Pachabezian

The links are for Spotify, if they don't work try this link for YouTube

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the wife, son and Elijah Reed, who are figments of my imagination.

A massive, MASSIVE, thank you to my beloved angel, @radaofrivia, for giving me the idea from just a few thoughts, for sitting through with me while I wrote this, for giving me advice and for just being there.

Please check out her stories right here: RADA'S MASTERLIST

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(Young Syverson, picture credit to @killjoy-assbutt-1112 - find it here)

Oh, they say people come Say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone And the world may not know Still I see you, celestial

Lyrics are from Everglow by Coldplay.

The looming grey clouds were moving closer towards him. He could hear the distant sounds of the rumbling thunder. Before long it started to rain and lightning lit up the entire house. The dirt road was flooded in no time, giving the crops the liquid nourishment they needed.

The former army captain was restless. It was on days like these he missed him, more than anything else in the world. He couldn’t sit still and had planned on working on the house, but the coming storm was putting a stop to that. Instead, he sat on the porch swing he built with Elijah when Lucas bought the house.

The Syversons had moved to their farm when Lucas was 4. A few days into the move, their neighbours had stopped by with some casserole, and to welcome them to their community. Mr and Mrs Reed also had a son who was a few months younger than Luc. Elijah had hidden behind his mother’s leg, a little shy, but with some encouragement he greeted Lucas.

“I’m Lucas, but my baby sister can’t say it yet, she keeps babbling Luc, so if it’s easier, you can call me Luc too.”

“I’m Elijah.”

Sy remembered he was trying so hard to pronounce his new friend’s name. He smiled at the memory, the name had been permanent in Lucas’ mind, only using Elijah, when he was mad at him or thinking he was about to do something stupid, which he did often.

“Lija, wanna play?” Lucas asked awkwardly.

“What?” Elijah looked profoundly confused. “I… don’t know.”

“Go on, son. It’s okay,” Mr Reed tried to encourage him.

“Come with me, Lija. I wanna show ya somethin’.”

Lucas had shown Elijah his new toy tractor that his parents had given him for his birthday. The two young boys had played together, and before long were inseparable.

A round yellow object in the palm of his hand. He was fiddling with it. The coin was always in his pocket, so he could keep his best friend close to him at all times. It was an old arcade coin that you could plot into any machine and play one game.

The two best friends had each gotten a dollar’s worth of coins, but the man at the ticket booth had miscounted, so Sy had gotten an extra coin, which the two friends had fought over during their time in the arcade. Lucas being the protector he was, lost to Elijah on purpose, so his friend won the coin.

“I’ll savour it, it’s going to be my lucky coin!” Elijah has announced.

Syverson swung the porch swing with his booted foot. He stared at the coin, wondering why he had been the lucky one. Luc shook his head faintly, his face full of pain and sorrow.

The coin became a thing that decided their fate. When the boys couldn’t agree on something, they would flip the coin. The picture side was heads and the text ‘No cash value’ side was tails. It might have been worth nothing, but it was a priceless item to the two friends.

“Heads: I ask her on a date, tails: you ask her,” Elijah flipped the yellow coin and covered the back of his hand as it landed. The two teenagers looked over at the brunette cheerleader, who was laughing with her friends. Prom was upon them and they both wanted to ask her. Elijah lifted his hand, it was heads.

The dumb coin was always on Elijah’s side. Lucas let out a soft laughter of the memory. Elijah’s face had been priceless, Sy wished he had taken a picture of it. It had been Elijah’s first kiss that night.

When Lucas decided to enlist, Elijah followed him, even with a lot of arguing against it from Sy’s side. He didn’t want his best friend anywhere near a warzone but in the end, he was glad that Lija was there with him through every hardship during training, when they lost people on their team, when they had to carry the dead back to base, it was better to have a friend by your side and share the pain with.

It didn’t take Syverson long to rank up and become captain. He ended up leading a large group of soldiers in a village in Iraq, with Elijah as his lieutenant, he felt like he could conquer the world.

During one of their trips home, Sy had bought a house he wanted to renovate, maybe start a family in. Elijah had spent every moment he could, helping Lucas with the house. It had made them closer as friends, and they had heartfelt talks about their future. Elijah wanted to come home and help his ailing parents with the farm, maybe get into breeding horses, preferably racehorses. Sy hadn’t thought of his future in that sense by then. He just wanted to relax, drink beer and ride his motorcycle.

There was hardly a moment in Lucas’ life where Elijah wasn’t a part of it. Elijah was his best friend, and if he had to be a little girly, they were BFFs. His best friend’s presence had made every moment special, made them better. It was the hardest part, to not have Elijah by his side anymore. He missed Elijah’s silly, huge and sometimes irritating grin, which somehow made the world seem a bit brighter during the dark times. Elijah made his life easier… he just made it better to have a friend to share everything with.

His heart had broken in a million pieces when the building collapsed on top of his best mate.

“Captain, we need a scouting team. I’m taking three soldiers towards those buildings and see if there are enemies up ahead,” Elijah had suggested.

“Lieutenant, I make the orders here. I’m going,” Lucas commanded.

“Heads or tails, Luc,” Elijah picked out the coin from his breast pocket.

“This is no time for such thing, Lija,” the captain grumbled.

“This is the perfect time, Luc. We promised that whenever we couldn’t agree on something, we would use the coin. So, heads or tails, captain Syverson.”

“Heads.”

The coin had landed on the tails side. Lucas had cursed the coin, fuck, shit, crap, dammit!

“It’s my turn to protect you, Luc. I’m not the scrawny little kid anymore, let me show you!”

Elijah had gathered three soldiers and run between two concrete buildings with a big smile on his face. Sy would never forget the smile. It was a grin of pride and determination. And it was the last time Lucas would ever see his best friend.

Moments later a huge explosion shook the ground they were standing on. Sy watched with horror as the buildings collapsed, trapping Elijah and his team. What they didn’t know then was that the impact with the concrete walls had killed him instantly.

The rest of the soldiers watched as their captain went on his knees. Utter despair and anguish plastered on his face, tears about to escape the corners of his eyes. The usual strict army captain, the man with the muscles, the tough guy who could break you with a stare, was breaking down.

“Lija…” he whispered into the dust-filled space, his voice breathless like somebody knocked the air out of his lungs.

At night he had screamed in pain of the loss of his most beloved friend. His days were filled with hopelessness as he prepared to fly home with Elijah’s corpse in a coffin. The nights only brought nightmares, so he started writing a letter to his best friend and thinking of how to tell Elijah’s parents.

“Dear Lija. I can’t believe you’re… Shit, I can’t even write the word. Just a four-letter word, and yet I can’t fucking write it down on a piece of paper. I wish I could have taken your place, man. It should have been me. I hate you for forcing me to pick a side on that stupid coin. I hate you for being so brave. I hate you for wanting to protect me. Fuck you for dying. Fuck you for leaving me. Here. All alone. What about your parents? How am I going to tell them that you’re… how am I going to face them? You are and will always be my best friend. I wish you could go back to your parent’s farm on your own two legs, not in a fucking box. I miss you, Lija. You’re the closest thing to a brother I will ever get. So rest in peace and keep the seat next to you warm, I’ll see you on the other side. - Luc.”

Lucas had sneaked the letter into Elijah’s breast pocket of his uniform before they had shut the coffin. The coin that Elijah had on him, had been put in a plastic bag with the rest of his belongings, prepped to be given to his next of kin, his parents. But Lucas took the yellow token. He needed a memento to remember his best friend by, something that he could keep with him always. A keepsake.

It had taken every ounce of courage for Lucas to step up to the front door of the Reed’s farmhouse. A house he was so familiar with and had so many adventurous sleepovers in Elijah’s space-themed bedroom. He could smell Mrs Reed’s famous peanut brittle, making it harder for him to knock, but he did it anyway. Standing there in his military uniform, he told the two people, who had acted as a second set of parents to him, that their only son had died heroically in battle. Lucas stood frozen, watching them mourn the loss of their son. He was about to step away to give them space, but Mrs Reed grabbed his wrist and brought him into the hug.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him,” he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.

“Was he in pain?” Mrs Reed asked, breaking Lucas’ heart all over again.

“No, ma’am. It happened really fast.”

Sy fiddled with the arcade coin. Having zoned out the thunder, not noticing the storm had come and gone. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon. It was a peaceful ending to an emotional day.

A loud wailing came from inside the house. The front door opened and out came his beautiful wife with their young son in her arms. His face was stained in tears. The tiny boy reached towards his father the minute he saw him. In his father’s arms was the only place the boy was happy and content. Sy’s face broke into a happy grin at the sight of his son. His tiny fingers trying to grab the coin in the former captain’s hand.

“This,” Sy showed it to his son, “will be yours when you’re old enough not to eat it.”

He chuckled at the frustrated look on the boy’s face. Sy kissed the top of his son’s head.

“I love you, Elijah.”

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