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jayke0 · 1 day

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Bunk Up

Summary: Arthur invites you on a hunting trip, but you foolishly forget your tent. No harm done, you can bunk up with him, right?

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: a deer gets killed (camp's gotta eat), female masturbation, dry humping, fingering, p in v, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected sex, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

Word count: 3,132

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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Why in god's green earth had you agreed to go on this hunting trip again?

Oh yeah, because you have a hard-on for Arthur Morgan… figuratively, that is.

It'd be alright if you could just tell him your feelings, but you'd prided yourself on liking more respectable, more rich men in the past; that's the easiest way to make a living, at the end of the day. You'd originally intended to go for the gang leader, but that man is oblivious and stubborn as hell, not to mention not actually rich, much to your displeasure.

Then Arthur had introduced himself to you. His stupid snarky remarks and silly outfits and disgustingly beautiful eyes all seemed to merge together into this gorgeous man that loomed in front of you and had your knees almost buckling.

Even worse, he'd noticed the way your demeanour changed and how your body seemed to crumble under the weight of his soft eyes.

“Hey! Are you even listenin’ to me?” His gruff voice breaks you from your trance.

“ ‘course I am, I always listen to your wise words, Mr Morgan.” You remark, looking up at him from the position you'd had your eyes trained on seconds ago. “Yeah, sure.” You feel his rough fingertips turn your chin back towards the deer in front of you, a gesture that makes heat rise in your cheeks all the way to the tips of your ears.

“Take the shot, you got a perfect shot there, can't miss it.”

The cold varnished wood cools your warm cheeks as you bring it close to your face and grit your teeth.

“Always shoot on empty lungs.” His whisper sends shivers down your spine before you take the shot, a loud crack echoing through the trees as a clatter of birds ascends into the sky.

“You did good! That was perfect.” A soft grunt leaves his throat as he gets up and checks the prey. “Think Pearson will make a good meal outta this,” his eyes then meet yours. “Good girl.” he tips his hat to you.

Damn Arthur Morgan, with that shit eating grin that makes your stomach flutter.

“You know I ain't one for pickin’ on people–” Arthur starts, shoveling chunks of peaches in his mouth, “but I don't think I've ever seen someone forget their tent on a huntin’ trip.”

“Ok, for one, you're always picking on people, ‘specially if you don't like ‘em. And for two… just– shut the hell up.” You pull your coat tighter around your body to shield yourself from the cold rain drizzling down your neck, the soft fur bringing you some warmth and comfort to your otherwise shaking body.

“Easy girl, don't be gettin’ mad at me now. Besides, it means you get to share a tent with me, ain't that a dream?” A simple grumble from you makes the man chuckle lowly. “I won't take that personally.”

It was a dream, and you hated admitting that.

Luckily, you'd remembered your bed roll, so at least you didn't have to snuggle up under the cotton sheets with your rugged partner… but, admittedly, a small part of you is disappointed at that.

You try to forget about those thoughts that are festering in the back of your mind and making you squeeze your legs together, but as the cold seeps into your bones and makes yourself huddle further into the sheets, you find yourself backing up against the warm body behind you.

The soft rustle of trees keeps you awake, at least that's what you tell yourself at first, not wanting to give into those filthy images of the cowboy flashing behind your eyelids.

Soon, all too soon for your liking, you find yourself panting. It's barely audible, but it's enough to make yourself embarrassed and look back at the outlaw peacefully sleeping behind you, unaware of the pictures you have playing on loop in your head. It makes you bite your lip; the thought of touching yourself right next to the man you've been meaning to tell your feelings to for months.

Quietly and carefully, you slide your hand over your body and between your legs, rubbing your already damp cunt over the fabric of your underwear. The feeling makes you grit your teeth much like earlier, and a small noise sneaks past your lips. You look back at Arthur again to see his chest still rising and falling slowly… fuck it, what's the worst that could happen?

Your hand slips into your underwear before you're even registering it. It's too cold to take the blanket off, or even your underwear for that matter, so you just run your fingers through your wet folds under the thin fabric. The slick noise it makes sounds too loud in the quiet forest, but at this point you're pretty sure the man is asleep, so you continue teasing yourself.

Your fingers circle your hole as you imagine it being his thick digits instead, or maybe even his tongue, since he's usually so quick with it. Another wet noise fills the tent when your fingers slide inside your needy cunt, buried to your knuckles as you massage that glorious spot inside you. When you pick up the pace, and the noises get louder, you're practically praying, wishing it was Arthur's fingers instead. They'd stretch you wide and fuck you good, the thought makes you shove some of the blanket in your mouth.

You're teetering on the edge at this point, scanning your brain for that final image that'll send you descending down the cliff… but a thick arm wrapping around your waist has you freezing in place.

“What have we got here?” Arthur's low, sleepy voice has the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, raising goosebumps all over your body as if he'd just ripped the sheets from your body.

“Arthur!–shit, I'm sorry–." You start, but his nose pressing against the back of your neck makes you stop in your tracks.

“I ain't judgin’ you, girl. We've all got our urges, desires.” He shuffles up closer to you, closing in on your body till his chest is pressed against your back, and his crotch is angled perfectly against your thighs. “Just wanted to know what you were thinkin’ about.”

God, his voice is so soft and low, it could make you fall asleep if your fingers weren't still knuckle deep inside yourself. “I–uhm…” Should you admit it? With the way he's pressing against you, it makes you think you should.

“You.”

“ ‘s that so? And why ain't you told me about this before, sweetheart?” His breath is hot on the back of your neck, pushing out any coldness that was left in your body as his large hand splays across your stomach and strokes your soft skin.

A huff escapes your nose a little louder than you expected. “Because… I'm embarrassed, I don't wanna be thinking about you like this.” You mumble ashamedly, but as those words leave your lips, you start moving your fingers inside your cunt again; a ‘come hither’ motion that makes you bite your lip to contain your noises.

“Oh, that ain't very nice. You ain't exactly a saint ya'self, Darlin’.”

Fuck, the way his words roll off his tongue makes you roll against your hand with a soft noise.

The action must've pleased Arthur, because he lets out a pant and presses his hips closer to yours, grinding in tandem with you as your hips roll on your fingers.

This feels so strange and wrong, but you aren't sure why. It's not like Arthur is married or even has a girl, he's just as lonely as you, and maybe that's exactly why you're so drawn to each other.

“Mmm, been dreamin’ ‘bout this for months, pressing against you like this.” He groans softly. His chin is placed neatly on your shoulder, cheek pressing against yours as his stubble itches your skin. He feels so warm and big behind you, like he's shielding you from any and every burden, and as his hips rock against yours more, you can't help but do the same. You grind back on him with short, soft pants, tilting your head to just get a glimpse of his blissed out face.

“When was the last time you did something like this, cowboy? You're acting like you're gonna cum in your night clothes.”

That makes a soft chuckle leave his red lips, flushed face pulling away from yours to look down at you.

“Long enough to be needin’ you.”

His words make you shiver, but he's quick to distract you with his hand taking your wrist and swatting your hand away.

“Lemme do it for you, sweetheart, please?”

Before your brain can even question or think about it, your body is telling him yes, your head nodding almost instantly. His fingers are quick to dive into your under garments and slide through your slick folds, a groan from him ringing in your ears.

“Dammit girl, you must have one hell of an imagination to make ya'self this wet… Jesus.” He grunts, looking down at his hand in your underwear with only the dim light of the lantern making your skin glow.

“I always get like this when I think of you, Arthur.” You tell him as your hand wraps around his wrist. “You're the only one that can make me cum.” You moan in his ear, making him dive his fingers into your needy cunt.

The stretch is wonderful, not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel it, and it's just how you expected, if not better. His thick digits curl and glide over your walls until he finally feels you squirm against him as they touch that delicious spot.

“Yeah? You like it there, darlin’? Want me to keep goin’?”

Again, your body simply speaks for you, nodding quickly and grinding down on his fingers. You feel him grind his hips against you again, his body seemingly wanting to get impossibly closer to you as he ruts against your ass.

“You're such a pretty girl, y'know that? Been waitin’ to tell you that since the day we met.” He rests his chin on your arm so he can peck the exposed skin and continue curling his fingers inside you.

The tent is once again filled with the filthy sounds of your hole taking two fingers, sloppy wet sounds that would make you feel ashamed if it didn't feel so fucking good. It feels like all your nerves are being stroked at once, each time his fingers brush against your tummy or stroke your walls feels like you can't get enough of the electricity that runs through your body. You grip his thick arm, looking back at him as moans fall from your lips.

“You're damn good… shit.” You whimper as he looks up at you, big round eyes meeting yours to show he's there.

“Well, I appreciate that, comin’ from you.” He chuckles lightly, his own words breathy while his hips start to snap a little faster and become sloppy. “You gotta lemme feel this cunt for myself, please sweetheart, lemme feel this cunt clench around my cock.”

You find it hard to stop rocking your hips when he's talking to you like that, but eventually you take a deep breath and stop yourself. His fingers slip out of you with a lewd sound, and you feel him shuffle to get his night clothes off.

Your own are gone within seconds, your body too hot and needy to worry about if you'd thrown them outside to the wolves to get torn to shreds, all you can focus on is the man behind you.

As much as this position made you wet before, you desperately want to see his handsome face, even if it is barely visible. So, you flip onto your other side and rest your hands on his chest, the warmth spreading through your fingers. You can practically feel his excitement buzzing off of him and through your body, and it makes you giggle a little. “Jesus, you really ain't done this in a while, have you?”

“Not with a girl as pretty as you, sweetheart.” One hand slides over your cheek while his other finally gets his clothes off.

Just his tone alone makes your cheeks heat up, but as he leans in for a kiss, you find yourself taking in a breath of surprise. It's easy to melt into his arms and get lost in the feeling of his lips; they're surprisingly soft and sweet, and they feel like they fit perfectly on yours.

You're so swept up that it takes you a second to notice his hand snaking around the back of your knee and pulling your hips closer to himself.

That's when you feel it.

His length rests against your slick pussy lips, your leg now cocked over his waist to get him close. It feels bigger than you expected, thicker than you expected, it makes you whine softly on his lips.

You hate his little grin that you feel spread across his face. “Impatient, ain't you?” He teases, slowly rocking his hips against yours to let his cock slide through your sopping folds. His tip manages to butt against your clit each time, making you furrow your brows and moan softly on his lips.

Your hand is still resting on his cheek as you feel him push in for the first time, and god are you glad you're holding onto your bedroll with the other, because the stretch and the way he fills you makes you almost cum on the spot, a loud moan spilling from your lips to make you whimper embarrassedly.

“Oh sweetheart, don't be embarrassed. I love the noises you're makin’ for me, they're makin’ me so goddamn hard, can you do it again for me?” He asks as he pulls his hips back before sliding inside your warm, slick walls again.

You're quick to oblige to his plea, your body automatically reacting with a soft choked moan at the surprise of his thick cock stretching you once again. You can feel his calloused fingers still gripping the back of your knee to hold your leg up, giving him the perfect angle for his length to hit every nerve you have inside you and send sparks of arousal up your spine.

“Thaaat’s a good girl, look at'chu.” The man purrs, his warm breath making your eyes flutter shut so you can focus on his cock spearing you with each slow, deep thrust.

“Holy shit, Arthur, f–feels like you're splitting me in half.” You moan as your hands slide over his thick biceps and along his broad shoulders, finding that the perfect place for you to grip on for dear life too.

Arthur groans before leaning forward to press a kiss on the top of your head as he pants softly. “Biggest you've had, huh? Never felt somethin’ like this inside you, have you?” He doesn't accept the simple shake of your head, instead giving you a sharp thrust that has your nails dig into his flesh and a whimper spill from your lips. “No! No, I haven't… I love it, dammit, I love your cock.”

Something inside him seems to click as you say those words, a long moan slipping from his throat as his grip becomes tighter on your leg to pull you closer to him, his cock burying deeper inside you. He doesn't give you time to adjust before his hips are colliding with yours and the sounds of both your arousal soaked thighs are filling your ears and sending waves of pleasure from your head to your toes.

“Listen to those filthy noises, girl, that's all you. That's your wet cunt..” Arthur manages to moan out. He tilts his head down to watch your hips connecting, his head resting against your collar bones. “What a pretty cunt it is too… shit, I ain't ever felt somethin’ as good as this, miss.” His words seem to roll off of his tongue with ease, as if he's a erotic poet reciting the words he's scrawled down on the page. Maybe it has something to do with that journal he's writing in all the time… lord above how you'd love to read that.

“For you, Mr Morgan,” you blabber without even thinking about the words coming from your mouth. “I'm all for you, want you to take me like this over and over–.” It's funny how worked up you get over your own words, but it seems to have an even better effect on Arthur.

His brows knit together as his jaw hangs open a little, and dirty blonde strands of hair fall in his face and stick to his forehead perfectly.

“Shit, girl, you're gonna make me finish inside you if you keep talkin’ like that…” The man groans, his lip finding its way between his teeth to give him something to chew on. Somehow, his thrusts get faster, impossibly better as you feel the molten heat spread through your body and up to your throat to make you moan his name, along with any other expletives that come to mind.

Before you can stop yourself, you're saying dangerous words that, with any other man, would be like handing a loaded gun to a baboon.

“I want you to do that Arthur! Please– please cum inside me–” Your entire body tenses up before you come crashing down, whaling and grasping onto him for dear life as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and make sharp thrusts that have you whimpering loudly. Your walls clench him tightly in pulsing rhythm, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

It's only a few more seconds before he's tearing his body away from yours and fisting himself, white ropes shooting all over your tummy as groans and growls rumble in his chest and his head throws back.

You watch the whole scene in front of you in awe, as if you're at the goddamn theatre watching a play… no, it's better than that. You'd never had time for the theatre, but you always have time for Arthur, despite how he gets on your nerves sometimes.

You smile softly at him as he lifts his head to look down at you, a smug grin on his face as he leans forward and pecks your lips.

“Hey, what's with the grin?” You huff softly and hit his chest playfully.

“Nothin’ just been waitin’ for you to admit your feelin's for me for a while now.”

An annoyed growl leaves your lips as you feel your face heat up with embarrassment, burying it in his chest instead to save you from his teasing.

“Shut the hell up, Morgan…”

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ashestoroses018 · 2 days

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A Missed Opportunity

Astarion never comes to confess to you before Moonlight Tower.

Being the BAMF you are, you confront him with the dreaded "what are we" conversation.

Short, sweet, to the point. Idiots in love confessing to each other.

Astarion watches you from his tent. He does it constantly, and you are well-aware of it. Sometimes, you purposefully catch his eye, your own gleaming with intent. He never backs down, yet he never acts on your significant looks, either. Tonight, you decide, enough is enough. You're nearly to Baldur's Gate, now, after two months of traveling with your erstwhile companions - your band of misfits, if you will. Hells, you're supposed to arrive in Rivington in two days' time. Enough is enough. If you are just prey or just a plaything, you deserve to know, at least so you can make an educated decision for yourself. You should be allowed to decide if you're willing to be a...a plaything forever or not. You're not completely certain you're against it, considering the depth of your feelings for the man, but you still deserve to have a choice in the matter. He owes you that much, at least.

Heaving a great breath - one you didn't even realize you'd been holding - you stand up from your seat at the campfire and do your best to stride confidently to Astarion's tent. His eyes widen a fraction; if you weren't so familiar with his facial expressions, you likely would have missed it.

"Astarion," you say, "we need to talk. Now."

"Why, whatever about, darling? Have you changed your mind about our little deal? I would hate to lose such a scrumptious snack, but I understand if I must."

You shake your head in the negative. "No, Astarion. We need to talk about, well, us."

He puts his wine glass down and rakes a hand - quite elegantly, mind you - through his artfully disheveled hair. "Must we?"

"Yes," you say, firmly steeling what little resolve you have.

"Fine." He huffs, grabbing you by the hand and leading you quickly and quietly to a nearby grove. The need for privacy seems to be at an all-time high, you think idly.

"What do you want to know, Tav?"

"Everything. We've slept together once, over a month ago, after the party, and I've been your dinner every night for even longer. Am I just a plaything to you? A toy?"

He lets out an anguished groan. "No. You're not."

You blink. You blink again. A third time, you blink. You'd not been expecting that.

Noticing your obvious confusion, he rakes a much less graceful hand through his hair, which is now in a much less artful disarray, you note. He's obviously disgruntled, or, perhaps...frustrated? With you? With himself? All of the above?

"You haven't ever been 'just' a plaything. At first." He sighs once again, "you were a...means to an end. It was supposed to be simple. I seduce you, use you for protection, maybe food... But damn it all, you had to go and be...nice!...in a way I've never experienced before. Nobody has ever given me a choice before, at least, not since Cazador turned me. But you, Tav, you give me choices all the time! To feed on you or not, to pick campsites, to hunt various animals for everyone's dinner, including my own...To not bite that strange Drow woman." He visibly shivers at the mention of the Blood Alchemist.

Through all of this, you just stare at him in a dumb, stunned silence.

"Do you get what I'm saying, Tav? I don't really know WHAT you are, but you're so much more than a plaything or a means to an end. You deserve something...real. I want us to be something real."

Breaking out of your stupor, you sidle closer. "May I kiss you?"

Astarion gives you an affronted look of pure indignation. "I pour my heart and soul out to you, and you think you need to ask to kiss me?"

You merely nod. "You always have a choice, Astarion. Always."

With a quiet growl, he surges toward you with inhuman speed and pulls you into a ferocious, bruising, breathless kiss.

A moment later, when you break for air, you smirk. "Nice of you to profess your undying love for me, Astarion!"

The squeak of pure indignation is worth the scowl he throws your way for the next few minutes. It goes away, however, when you whisper in his ear that you feel the same.

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ooctlt · 3 days

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I really like this blog most of the time, but sometimes you take reasonable earnest asks that are trying to be thoughtful, and are such a dick about it.

Like if it's the characters being dicks, fine. But you could say something in the tags or post to indicate you're not just viciously mocking someone for trying to engage.

I still haven't submitted an ask since seeing your response that led to comments along the lines of "anon should go die in a hole" for asking, pretty reasonably, why harrow would want to stay with people she didn't seem to like or want to be around or interact with.

(i know, because she does like them and does want them around but doesn't know how to show it) but it's an ASK blog. How do we hear that from her unless someone ASKS

i understand it might be surprising and a bit hurtful to see an ask answered with the characters being mean/flippant, and for that i do apologize that it wasnt made clear that it would be a common thing in this blog. id like to issue the disclaimer: there is always the possibility that the characters here will not take your question well. they might answer rudely, and instigating behavior is not only encouraged but expected on both ends. this does not reflect my personal opinions as the artist; there are over 250 asks even after i constantly compile duplicates, and i will answer the asks that i personally like.

i will assume you are referencing the two most recent posts where gideon acts rudely and i repost an old panel: for the former i thought anon was really sweet for being so heartfelt and encouraging, but gideon isnt the kind of person who needs to be told shes brave for doing that by a stranger. it was a simple act of survival. and harrow is still very much in the passive deprogramming phase. the latter response was meant to kickstart (spoilers) what i will call the "dicks last resort" arc, where i clean out the inbox and share more simple, low effort, but potentially rude responses*. this is because i have roughly drawn almost daily for 87 days straight, and would like to recuperate without being burnt out because i love this blog and i love art.

this leads me to my next point: some of these answers will be curt and short and rude, because they are easy to draw. if i only prioritized the "good" asks or to make certain ask responses kinder, or longer, it wouldnt be a daily blog. it would be a monthly blog where 5 asks get answered among 100s. i didnt anticipate people asking about harrows piercings, and i considered shutting it down by just having harrow say she likes them etc. but i did want to give more insight into harrows character even if she wouldnt say so herself, and that took roughly 3 full unemployed nights. if i treated every ask in good faith the same way i wouldnt have time for anything else, because they take more effort and have to be seriously considered for the future. i can retcon their favorite ice cream or play off griddlehark fighting - it takes more to keep track of a narrative about people talking Around their issues

* by rude responses i mean "this will affect the 679ers negatively, much like making your sim 🧑‍🤝‍🧑➖➖ someone" there are a few asks planned to hurt in the same way one drafts a bad end in a visual novel, and this type of interaction is encouraged. of course if you dont want them to get worse dont send asks telling gideon she should flirt with MILFs (you cant send this ask now i already said it), but i encourage the banter.

TL;DR this is the "characters think you are weird for personal questions" blog. i am sorry i didnt warn of the ask-response banter, because i also enjoy drawing these characters being dicks. i do like when aggravation and conflict leads to character development. "how do we get earnest answers unless someone asks" sometimes you will never explicitly get that from them, and thats what the dead ends are for: to let you know to try something else and read between the lines

#the reason why i did not say anything sooner is because i do not like making ooc posts on here often. i want a little intrigue and mystery #i dream of when people will actively discuss in tags and notes how best to confront these characters #actual ooc #and i will say. i will not remember to indicate in the tags that i am not mocking the ask every time #i cannot be responsible for managing everyones feelings if they are hurt that harrowhark or gideon reacted badly #which i have seen people do! in the notes saying that gideons behavior makes them hate her a little! good!#if you dont like the direction this blog turns then i would encourage you to interact selectively

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mcflymemes · 2 days

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PROMPTS FROM THE TRUMAN SHOW (1998) * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

it isn't always shakespeare, but it's genuine.

i'm not going to make it. you're going to have to go on without me.

you're crazy, you know that?

well, for me, there is no difference between a private life and a public life.

it's all true. it's all real. nothing here is fake.

i have love handles?

in case i don't see you! good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight!

what the hell is wrong with your job?

can't get any further away before you start coming back.

it's not that simple. it takes money. planning. can't just up and go.

i don't like the look of that weather. i think we should head back.

you're talking like a teenager.

we need adventure.

i thought we were going to try for a baby.

i might as well pick one of these up while i'm at it.

i almost hugged a perfect stranger in the salon last thursday.

you're just feeling bad because of what happened.

i've never blamed you. and i don't blame you now.

i made macaroni!

i've been such a klutz all day!

you're a better person than i am.

you know, [name], i'm not allowed to talk to you.

i can understand that. i'm a pretty dangerous character.

would you wanna, maybe, possibly... sometime go out for some pizza or something?

if we don't go now, it won't happen. do you understand?

we have so little time.

they don't want me talking to you.

i've never seen you before today.

if you don't tell me what's happening, i'll report you!

i think i'm mixed up in something.

you're going to get both of our asses fired, you know that?

just between you and me, i'm going away for a while.

i need to talk to you, but let's go outside.

can you pass along a message?

i'm sorry to keep you.

i guess i'm being spontaneous.

you're blaming me for the traffic?

i'm sorry. i don't know what got into me.

you want to destroy yourself? do it on your own.

why do you want to have a baby with me?

what the hell are you talking about?

you're having a nervous breakdown.

you're part of this, aren't you?

whatever the answer was, we were right together, and we were wrong together.

you're the closest thing i ever had to a brother.

i'd gladly walk in front of traffic for you.

the last thing i'd ever do is lie to you.

i never stopped believing.

let's get some champagne up here!

don't you ever feel guilty?

look at what you've done to him!

give me the phone.

was nothing real?

you never had a camera in my head.

i know you better than you know yourself.

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catboybiologist · 3 days

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I know you probably get a ton of pseudoscientific bioessentialist transphobic bullshit and for that I am genuinely sorry. HOWEVER. the fact that you are gunning for a phd in molecular biology is unbelievably funny. prime mccarty et al. stuff. imagine throwing the chromosome argument at a molecular biologist. it’s like aiming a pistol at the death star. when you get your doctorate it’ll be so over for those dipshits. you are the final boss

Thanks for this comment!

But the wild think here is, I shouldn't have to be this. The types of stuff I point out about gender are genetically true for pretty much any other definition or classification- there are loose features that broadly come together to have simple, easy definitions in people's minds, that we accept for the sake of communication. If I say fish or tree or a type of biome or even something like the name of a loosely-defined disease, then everyone accepts that they can have the understanding they need to serve the most people, and move on their way for the minutia and list of all of the loose features that someone like a biologist would use to uniquely understand each individual situation. But for gender? Everyone loses their shit.

Not criticizing your ask at all- on the contrary, I think it highlights this problem very well- but this is why I dislike the "basic biology vs advanced biology" framing. It's still basic biology to accept trans women as women, people just demanding an advanced biology explanation out of it, and revoke the right for trans people to e their gender when they don't understand the advanced biology involved.

Idk. Hope that was a coherent comment and you get what I'm trying to say, thanks for this ask!

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chillwildwave · 1 day

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The Wishing Kingdom Song Rewrite: This Wish

So you guys are pretty curious as to why I’m rewriting some of the songs for my rewrite of Disney’s Wish, well, to put it simple, I personally didn’t mind some of the songs, I liked At All Costs and Knowing What I Know Now, but I eventually wanted to rewrite This Wish, simply because I noticed some problems with it in the first place.

I know the lyrics were a massive letdown due to awkward structures and the way they flowed, this is because it sounds more like a pop song rather than an “I Want” song, we’ve had many songs like these in the past that were able to establish characters but why couldn’t they just do something with Asha? I mean the concept was there but it was the execution that had the final nail in the coffin.

The way I visualise my rewrite of “This Wish” is that it has more of a “God Help The Outcasts” vibe with a some hints of “How Far I’ll Go” and “Reflection” except in this situation as it plays out in the rewrite, Asha is begging to call the power on the stars just because she wants to please everyone and her people just because she gives up easily at magic, so to put it simply, she wants to do better so she can feel like she’s loved by many, including her adapted parents, King Magnifico and Queen Amaya so that she can become the next wish granter before she turns 18, you would see this throughout the rewrite though, I mean, this is where her wish changes as the rewrite progresses cuz character development!

Anyways, let’s get into the song!

Should’ve known that I was capable,

Should’ve known that I was held on to it,

Couldn’t figure out if my hands fumbled,

Or was it all just a mistake,

Can I try again, just one take?

When I try, I think I’m not enough,

If that’s the case then why does it look complicated,

All I did was play my part,

They don’t see it in my heart,

But I don’t know where my story will start…

So I look up at the stars to guide me,

And leave all the dangers in the dust,

Even if they can’t hear me or they find me,

They are the only beings I can trust,

Now I make this wish,

I want something magical than this,

Now I make this wish,

I want something magical than this!

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah,

Magical, ooh-ah-ah-ah.

For years, I knew how to work things out,

All the time, I was a thinker without any doubt,

Now I feel like I am trapped inside a cage,

What is wrong with myself?

Is there a way I can escape?

With all these reservations and hesitations on where to go and where to begin,

I’m past dipping my toes in, but Im not, no I’m not past diving in,

If only that my daddy would be right here beside me, he always knew what I should do,

Keep your head high and just believe, the way he always taught me to!

So I look up at the stars to guide me,

And leave all the threats and dangers behind,

I know there will be challenges that find me,

But I can take them on one at a time!

Now I make this wish,

I want something magical than this,

Now I make this wish,

I want something magical than this!

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah-ah,

Magical, ooh, ah-ah-ah.

Now I make this wish,

I want something magical…

Than this!

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!

@annymation @uva124 @kstarsarts @oh-shtars @tumblingdownthefoxden @thisnameisnotspokenfor @frogcoven88 @signed-sapphire @wings-of-sapphire @rylxdreams @hopeyarts @dangerousflowerpanda @your-ne1ghbor @rascalentertainments @spectator-zee @mythartist21 @gracebethartacc @gracebeth3604 @lunellasflo @mafik-sun @emillyverse @synergysilhouette

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talks-with-the-void · 2 days

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what does physical alterhuman mean? /gq

short answer: just what it says right there, it means being physically nonhuman

HOWEVER, it's obviously not just that simple, so here's the long answer:

- reality checking for the sake of explanation under the cut -

there are many reasons why someone might identify as a physical nonhuman or holothere, which is a term for all physical nonhumans (coined by @/defrostedvertebrae). for one, someone might experience delusions related to this, which would most often fall under clinical zoanthropy (the delusion that someone can turn, has turned or will turn into a nonhuman animal), but it can also be a different, more... let's say vague type of delusion. these people believe they can literally physically turn into animals and/or their DNA is nonhuman. there's nothing morally wrong about this and they are not harmful and/or p-shifters (which have a long history of very manipulative, malicious and cult-like behaviour).

then there are folk who follow the idea of "I am a fox, and this is my body, therefore this body is physically the body of a fox". they acknowledge their bodies as biologically human, but still physically identify as whatever they are, because it brings them comfort or something along those lines.

and then there are people like me - I don't experience delusions and I know my DNA is human. but instead of a werewolf who's trapped in a human body, I see myself as a physical werewolf, who is stuck in the human shape. and no matter the shape I'm currently taking, a werewolf is always a werewolf, which means I am physically one.

there are also people who claim to be non-delusional but able to physically shapeshift - while I for my personal comfort mostly don't interact with those, it's important to know they aren't automatically p-shifters or have ill intent. they probably are actually delusional, but not able to identify their delusions as such, which is not an uncommon thing. if that makes you uncomfortable, I get it, totally, but please remember to not reality check them, as it can be very harmful.

I hope this is explaining things a bit! if it's too confusing, I can try to reword stuff ^^

#tw reality checking #tw unreality #alterhuman #otherkin #nonhuman #alterhumanity #nonhumanity #werewolf holothere #holothere

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name-6775 · 2 days

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I started rereading the kotlc books some while ago and I have been writing down all the quotes that I have been able to find and that I have liked from each book, so now that the kotlc quote bracket is finished I wanted to share a part of my list:

Keeper of the lost cities:

“Okay,” she agreed. If he refused to be serious, so would she. “Fine. I’m an elf. Am I supposed to help Frodo destroy the ring and save Middle-earth? Or do I have to make toys in the North Pole?” - Sophie

“There’s no reason to worry” - Alden

“I have a feeling you can do pretty much anything you put your mind to. So stop doubting yourself and go prove me right” - Keefe

“I’d rather be punished for making the right decision than live with the guilt of making the wrong one for the rest of my life.” - Sophie

Keeper of the lost cities - Exile:

“Sparkles make everything better” - Biana

‘Those who wander are not lost’

‘Let the past be your guide’

“Follow the pretty bird across the sky” - Jolie / Prentice

“While I’m not the one who cast the first sparks, I am willing to help keep the flames alive” - Fintan

“Remember, if you fall apart, then all of this was a waste. Breaking Prentice led us to you—and my dad always believed you were the key to everything. It’s why he worked so hard to find you. So if you let the guilt break you, then everything he did was for nothing” - Alvar

“You’d be surprised at how powerful hope can be” - Terik

“I know I crack a lot of jokes, Sophie, but . . . that’s just because it’s easier, you know? It’s how I deal. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I do. A lot” - Keefe

“We could all use a little more weird in our lives” - Fitz

Keeper of the lost cities - Everblaze:

“There’s no reason to worry too much” - Alden

“I’ve realized now that our world doesn’t define us. We define our world” - Grady

“Right. Because our family doesn’t decide who we are. We decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes that’s the only thought that gets me through the day” - Keefe

“The right road is rarely the easy road. And no war was ever fought without casualties” - Mr. Forkle

“There will always be people who disappoint us, and it’s up to us to decide when to forgive, and when to walk away” - Edaline

“Hindsight is a dangerous game to play” - Edaline

“And if whatever you’re chasing starts to catch up with you—run, don’t walk away” - Edaline

“It takes a special person to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them” - Bronte

“Because of one simple fact: I knew it was right” - Alden

“It reminds us just how small we really are, and how big the rest of the world is by comparison. One person is not the source of anything—it’s millions of pieces all working together. And it shows us that there’s always hope—always light. No matter how much darkness we might be facing” - Edaline

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc sophie #kotlc fandom #kotlc quotes #kotlc everblaze #kotlc exile

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cevansbaby-dove · 2 days

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jackass Jake

Pairing:Jake 'hangman' x reader.

Warnings:fighting between Hangman and Rooster So you have had enough

summary: this is part two of my one shot of Firefly (you) and Jake

You were in the hotel room when Jake walks in from the bathroom giving you a kiss he says. "you glad to be here baby?" You smile as you sit up. "yes sir"

He get dressed and says. "I have to go but care to join me?" You smile. "Do you have to leave so soon?" he grabs his sunglasses. "Sorry firefly duty calls"

You groan then say. 'Okay i'm coming with" You grab jeans and a shirt and fix your hair then look at him.

"How do I look?" he smiles. "you look very cute" he kisses you and open the door for you.

You and Jake walk into the meeting room and Bradley looks at you two and you sit down and Jake sits by you and Pete says. "Firefly nice to see you again"

"your treating her like she's important Captain" Pete looks at Bradley and says. "She's jake's girl so she's part of the team Rooster" You glare at Rooster and Jake says. "Thank you sir" Pete nods.

"so what happened back there?" Pete asks. Jake says. 'Rooster spaced out sir...it's as simple as that, and if he does it again...we could lose one of our own.." he turns to look at Rooster. "So don't balnk out next time or blood will be on your hands"

Rooster looks at Jake. "What's that suppose to mean?" Pete says "Rooster don't" You can feel the tension in the air so you look at Jake shaking your head warning him to back off.

Jake smiles at you. "I got this"

"it means your old man couldn't even do this mission right...that's how he died..right?"

Rooster launches forward at Jake grabbing his shirt and you stand up trying to break it up with Pete and the others doing the same as well.

"Jake!" You say as he walks close to Rooster. "Your not cut out for this Bradshaw....just fucking leave"

he looks at Pete. 'You know I'm right" You place your hand on Jake's Chest. "Good outside until you are cooled down! NOW!"

He looks at you. "Are you on his side baby?" You give him a look of don't push it. He looks at Bradshaw. "Fine!" he walks past him and you turn and say. "Are you ok?"

Bradshaw nods. " Yea Thanks" Natasha and Javy are standing by you. "You sure told him" Phoenix said. You shake your head. "Someone had to put him in his place"

You walk away to find Jake knowing he wanted to talk to you about why you snapped at him like that.

You walk out and see Jake looking out from the place he stood. "Why would you have his back?" You heard Jake ask.

I stand by him. "I'm sorry but what you said was very uncalled for...and if you keep this up i'll leave.." He turns facing you. "No you wouldn't dare"

"he has done nothing wrong Jake why the fuck would you be like this!?" he stares at you pressing his lip together. "Jake please give me a reason I should keep this up" at this point you had no idea Jake was like this to Rooster.

"I don't know firefly-"

"Don't call me that right now!" He look at your face hoping your joking about leaving him but he knows your not joking.

"I don't fucking know ok!? that's who I am Y/N! I'm a jackass and i'm sorry if you want to leave me over that one guy!"

You wipe away a tear. "I'm heading back home tonight and i'll pack my things up and leave"

you turn around and walk away without another word Jake didn't see you crying as you walked away from him.

Back at the hotel you asked Nat to come over and you are packing when she arrives. "Hey girl what's up?"

"I'm leaving Jake, i'm heading back home packing up and leaving him" She sits on the bed. "Y/n why? you two seemed happy" You look at her. "that was before he showed me his true colors! And he said it himself, he is a jackass!"

"I know but he loves you....he's not covering that up" You stand in the room and sigh. "how do I know that? how do I know he loves me?"

"I know him you forget that I am with him a lot...he truly does love you firefly" You sit on the bed crying and she wraps her arms around you. "Just give him time he'll come around"

Later that day you were back home packing when Jake walks in setting his bag on the ground. "Y/n" You turn around. "Your not changing my mind Jake! I can't do this" He lightly grabs your arm as you walk past him and he kisses you pinning you to the wall.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. "Please don't do this" You bite your lip. "Jake....?"

"Yes firefly?" You smile at the nickname. "Kiss me again" he smiles leaning closer to you. "yes my firefly"

tags:@roostersforevergirl @sailor-aviator @angelbabyyy99 @nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl @callsigns-haze @hangmanbradshaw

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amethystina · 3 days

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I'm waiting so excitedly for your updates, old and new, I can't begin to tell you! You are the fandom treasure! And as I'm waiting and biting my nails I wanted to ask something, what do you think about the final scenes of episode 8 where Gaon has dinner with his professor and tells him he chooses Yohan's side. How come Yohan knew where to find them and the precise moment to come in and pick Gaon up, was he following them or did he and Gaon had a deal?

And what's with leaving his car to stand next to Gain and look at professor? I love this scene so much but I don't know if I understand its message right. Was it posturing, laying a claim on Gaon or what? I tend to feel that Yohan was possessive of Gaon when it came to professor and his police friend and I think I feel some of it in this scene but I'm not sure, I just don't have a clear grasp on it. Would love to know your thoughts!

Aww, thank you so much, sweetheart! This is definitely the first time I've been called not just a fandom treasure, but the fandom treasure. Thank you 💜

Ah yes, the "Ga On runs off with his new sugar daddy" scene. Or, as I sometimes like to call it, the "You just don't understand, dad professor — I love him" scene.

I'm joking, obviously.

(... or am I?)

I would say that Ga On and Yo Han made an agreement beforehand, yes. They probably talked about Ga On's choice to switch sides and while Yo Han would no doubt have loved for Ga On to continue on as a double agent (feeding Professor Min intentionally faulty information) Ga On is way too honest for that. So he probably insisted that, no, he'll call Professor Min, meet up with him, and just flat out tell him that Ga On's spying mission is over. He's now going to elope work with Yo Han instead.

And I find it hilarious to think that, most likely, Yo Han was just sitting in his car, perhaps scrolling through his phone, waiting for his newly acquired sugar baby to finish telling his semi-father figure that he's going dark side. Because Ga On gets up and starts walking before Yo Han drives up, meaning that it's not like Ga On saw the car coming and went "oh, better wrap this up now." It was probably the other way around, where Ga On leaving the table was the signal for Yo Han to come pick him up.

So yes, they definitely had an agreement, especially since Ga On seems to know in exactly which direction to walk, even before the car shows up, and doesn't look the least bit surprised by Yo Han's arrival.

They planned that shit.

Brutal.

As for the fact that Yo Han gets out of the car? Well, buckle up, my darlings, because I think we should take a detour to discuss intent.

Now, intent isn't necessarily important when you want to interpret a scene, but I like the extra nuance it can offer. And by intent, I mean what the scriptwriter/director might have intended with a scene. Why is this scene here? What was the plan behind it? How is it supposed to impact the overall story? How does it tie into the rest of the plot?

Which is never something you can say for sure, of course, unless there are interviews expressly stating it, but, a lot of the time, we can guess.

The intent behind this scene, in its simplest, purest form, is to show that Ga On is switching sides. And, with that in mind, it makes sense that he crosses that road to Yo Han's car (if you know me and my metas, you know how much I love lines, characters crossing said lines, and the symbolism of that) and stops to stand next to Yo Han. It's a very simple yet effective way to show Ga On's choice and where it will take him.

Into Yo Han's arms.

NOW. Intent is very useful because, depending on how skilled the person writing is, you can hide a lot of subtext and leave room for a lot of interpretation with a cleverly formulated intent. That's how censored shows get away with so much, because they can point to the perfectly reasonable, heteronormative intent behind a scene and pretend that there aren't also a lot of subtler nuances to the reading.

And, if they're extra bold, they also add hints in the presentation and execution.

The scene where Yo Han invites Sun Ah to the house is a perfect example of this, where the intent is to make her feel lonely, like an outsider, as she's invited to observe this warm, comfortable family. Not a bad tactic as far as manipulation goes, I have to say. So, in other words, very reasonable intent — makes sense with what they're trying to achieve.

The fact that it ends up looking more like Yo Han is proudly showing off his doting, doe-eyed househusband who's passively-aggressively and not-so-discreetly staking his claim is... well, that's just an accidental side effect, isn't it? Not intent at all.

And that's true. It's not intent that makes it look gay.

It's the presentation of the intent.

(Sidenote: To be a fly on the wall when Yo Han and Ga On came up with this strategy. Because, clearly, they were both in on it and, I mean, how did that conversation go? Inquiring minds need to know.

Like, how did they go from: "We need to throw her off balance. We'll invite her to the house, show what she's missing out on, but also give her hints that she could have it all, if she's willing to surrender" to Ga On going: "I'll cook a fancy dinner. That'll make her jealous."

I mean, he's not wrong but, like, Mr. Sugar Baby. What? x'D

Also, imagine Yo Han's face. Transcendent.)

Anyway. Intent can also ruin a story. I think most of us have read a fanfic and gone: "... that character wouldn't do that. This makes no sense." That could be a sign that the author's intent is clashing with the characters or the story they're trying to tell. Or, put more bluntly, that the author is so focused on forcing an idea that they don't realise that they're going against the logic of the story or characters' personalities. Things happen because they want them to, not because it makes sense, meaning that the intent isn't tied to the story or characters, but what the writer wants. This is badly planned intent.

And, most of the time, readers can tell when the intent is off, even if you might not be able to put your finger on it while you're reading. But if you're feeling a niggling doubt at the back of your mind, wondering why this scene is here, what this scene even means, or why this character suddenly seems to act so strangely, it could be that the writer didn't plan it well enough.

That's not to say that a reader must always know the intent behind a scene. Ideally, the story should be good enough that they don't have to stop and think about things like that. If the intent and internal logic are sound enough, it should just flow naturally.

Because, when it comes down to it, pretty much all scenes in a story have an intent and that intent should be in harmony with the characters' personalities and how they would choose to behave. And I don't mean that there can never be conflict or that characters can't disagree — I mean that all scenes should have a reason for being there. It doesn't have to be a deep or complex reason, but there should be a reason that ties into the overarching plotline. And characters shouldn't be forced into a scene they have no business being in. Intent is very important from a crafting standpoint.

And intent is one of the things that makes The Devil Judge such an absolute joy. Because while there is always a perfectly reasonable — and very heterosexual, we promise — intent behind most scenes, they often choose to present the scenes in a way that leaves room for a much queerer reading. Now, that can happen with almost any story, but what sets The Devil Judge apart is that it seems to be entirely intentional.

The presentation is by no means subtle or accidental.

Like, they didn't have to make Ga On shuffle up in a soft, comfortable sweater and greet Sun Ah like a caring househusband, but they did. That was a conscious choice.

And this scene you mention, with Yo Han getting out of his car when he's picking Ga On up, falls into a similar category in my mind. The surface-level intent is clear — show that Ga On is switching sides — but he could simply have said so. He could have borrowed a car and driven himself. Yo Han didn't have to come pick him up. And he certainly didn't have to get out of the car.

But he did.

And that might be what you're picking up on when you're saying that you're not sure if you're understanding the message correctly. Because in a drama this clever, that puts so much effort into details and, again, intent, it feels almost a bit odd to leave this gaping hole, doesn't it? Yo Han stepping out of that car should mean something, right?

And, once you've gotten this far, you've got a couple of options to choose from to fill in the blanks. Either you can assume that it was just something the creators chose to do because it looked/seemed cool and therefore might not mean much at all. And considering that this drama does that a couple of times, this could honestly be the case. Maybe they just thought it would be more effective to have Yo Han to step out of the car? To really hammer it home to Professor Min what's happening?

Your other option is to bring in the harmonisation between intent and characters. Because, if the writer is good and their characters consistent, you should be able to pick up on secondary layers of intent, running parallel with the main one. Because while each scene has an intent, each character IN that scene also has one (though perhaps it would be more comfortable to call it purpose at this point?).

In other words: If "it looked cool" isn't the answer, could we find it in the character's behaviour instead? What is their intent, based on their personalities and previous actions? Does that give a more satisfying answer?

What reason would Mr. Kang "Abyss" Yo Han have for stepping out of that car?

I, personally, think that the answer is pretty simple.

He is absofuckinglutely staking a claim.

He's stepping out of that car because he's a Possessive, Dramatic Bitch and wants to rub it in Professor Min's face. He wants to show that he's won, that he's turned the spy Professor Min sent, and that he's, quite literally, taking Ga On away.

Yo Han is basically going: "Thanks for the sugar baby — I'll make sure to ravish savour treasure him."

So while the main goal of that scene is to establish that Ga On is switching sides, the intent Yo Han adds with his actions leaves room for a very gay reading. In fact, I'd argue that doing so only makes the scene more believable, since Yo Han's actions are otherwise kind of... unnecessary? He has no reason to step out of the car and make himself known, unless it's for the dramah.

Again, the presentation of the intent is where the magic happens.

So, why this long, godawful rant about intent, you ask? When I could just have answered the question right away?

Because while I know that I'm preaching to the choir in terms of this drama being gay as hell, I just want to highlight the importance of intent and how it can change the reading of a scene. I think intent — or specifically the harmony between characters and intent, and the various layers of intent — is absolutely fascinating, especially in this drama.

Especially if you want to argue that it's gay.

Because there is, in fact, some scenes where I just... I can't. The intent and characterisation don't match at all — unless you add a queer element. Like, this drama is so clever. Not perfect, mind you, but so clever. And so careful with especially Yo Han and Ga On's characterisation. Very little is left to chance.

And so, if you keep everything I've said about intent and characters in mind, and I ask you to explain the intent behind this one, singular shot, can you do so without making it gay?

I'm not joking when I say that this scene, right here, was the one that definitively made me go "oh fuck, this is gay gay."

Because in most others — if not all — I can find that safe surface-level intent which means that the people behind this drama can claim plausible deniability. Of course it's not gay! Look at this perfectly reasonable, heterosexual intent!

Except this one.

There's no explanation for this. Ga On has no reason to look this jealous unless his jealousy is the main intent behind this shot. There just isn't. And it's only made worse by his huff and the way he clenches his jaw a couple of seconds later. Not even the argument that Sun Ah is their enemy so letting her fix Yo Han's tie might be dangerous can justify this, since that's not a look of concern or alarm — that's jealousy.

The intent is jealousy. Plain and simple.

And that's why intent is important. Because, if push came to shove, the intent behind this one, singular screenshot could, theoretically, be the only evidence you need if you wanted to defend a queer reading of this drama.

Because there is, quite frankly — in my humble opinion as the fandom treasure — no other way to explain the look on his face in a drama this meticulous and obsessed with details.

In this scene, unlike all the others, the queerness isn't just in the presentation anymore — it's in both the intent and presentation.

So, if you want the scene that says "this shit's gay, fam"?

This is the one.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#Amethystina Replies #Anonymous #Dear LORD I went off on a tangent here #Sorry about that #But I also stand by it #That screenshot of Ga On keeps me up at night #Because THE INTENT #TELL ME WHAT THE INTENT IS #By the way #I feel a need to point out that I don't actually NEED Yo Han and Ga On to be canon #But it drives me ABSOLUTELY INSANE that some of these scenes exist #Because now they're just messing with me and my hyper-analytical mind #... filed under things going on inside my head I guess #It's never quiet or boring #That's for sure

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Marauders as things my friend group has said

“Sometimes I forget how many dead people there are.” - Sirius @ Regulus during a family history lesson.

“ I’m gonna bite your toes while you’re sleeping,,, nibble, nibble, nibble” - a drunk Barty @ Evan who is ignoring him.

James: Drops phone on his face. James: claps friends theme song. James: picks phone back up like nothing happened.

“I’m a bi guy, a simple bi guy and I am 99% Lilly Evans and 1% Regulus Black.” - James Potter

“ Why do all the cute ones gotta be Deatheaters?” - Rita @ Bellatrix

“Iron chickens do not have iron testicals” - a very drunk Sirius @ an unfortunately sober Remus.

“I have decided that i am a snack it just no one is hungry” - Peter

Marlene: Climbs on train track bridge Dorcas: “Oh you are so fucking dumb, I look away for 2 seconds”

“No bite, no smile!” - Remus @ James who is trying to take a picture of him too close to the full moon.

“If i was there i’d slap her i don't care if she's 9” - Mary to lily after hearing about the shit her sister was doing to her. “James, I am a pussy.” - Peter to James about the forbidden forest.

“I would be James’ sugar bab- AHH!” - Lily about James to Mary.

“I have to go through all my saves and delete the videos of him because he turned out to be a pedophile… Hey! I had a chance with him” - Remus probably at some point.

“Was that CORPSE? Woop!” - Drunk Remus at a party.

Remus: “ughhhh” Sirius: “what?” Remus: “I hurt and I'm dying.” Sirius: “don't die, that's for kids”

Barty : sits up really quick "guys I just swallowed the nail, it's in my throat." Barty: proceeds to cough up the nail

Pandora: shows Regulus a picture she drew "this is cute" Regulus: "you're cute. wait that didn't go how I wanted it to.”

Barty: “RACCOON WORLDS DOMINATION”

Sirius: “Do I look like a freaking rat?” Regulus: ….. Sirius: “Don't answer that”

Effie: hears a song playing from james’ room “I used to listen to this song in grade school.” James: “Oh so it's really old then.”

Remus: "sips coffee stressfully"

Barty: "seductively eats toes"

Evan: "for your next random gift I'll get you a screwdriver Barty: "thanks I'm gonna kill myself with it"

Marlene: whining "mom James got me addicted to cocaine" wait I mean Crack cookies" - Marlene @ Effie

Nymphadora: tries to lick cat. Andromeda: "don't lick the kitty." Dora: proceeds to lick cat.

Barty: "school sh**tings" gives thumbs up

Sirius: shows Remus their high heels Remus: "okay whore" smacks hand over mouth "wait i- that wasn't supposed to come out" Sirius: laughs their ass off

James: yells across the store to mom “mom!" Random person at the checkout: looks at James "I am not mom."

“Effie’s a Milf” - Marlene

“I don't have nothing, other than a few std's” -Remus

“You can eat half a mermaid before you're a cannibal” - Pandora to Regulus

“Probably shouldn't be doing it but we’re definitely going to continue anyway” - Remus, Sirius, James and Peter in sync.

very confused Peter: “leprechauns don't play quidditch.”

Marlene: “like weewoo but not weewoo” exasperated and high off her ass

Sirius: “I like aids”

phone falls off bed Marlene in an Australian accent: "crikey my phone"

“I’m hooked up to so many wires i could connect to hbo on my heart monitor” - Lily on pain killers to James

"I don't think I can lick that, can I?" -Sirius playing goat simulator

watching cloudy with a chance of meatballs and it's at the part where the mayor destroys the machine and James says " I hope you see the error of your ways, you glutton!”

(talking about Cameron Monaghan) the murder child from my chemical romance - Sirius

"Fuckin’ Sirius"- Remus while asleep

Sirius "I've got middle fingers and i'm not afraid to use them" Regulus: "do it" Sirius "I’m a little afraid to use them"

Peter while asleep: groans and sits up fast James: "you okay?" Peter "not really." James: "What's wrong?" Peter: "I'm gonna have to use the loo to solve the thing."

Sirius: "So were you born in 2006, 2007?" Narcissa: "i was born in 2004" Regulus: "i don't mean this in a mean way but wow you are old"

Sirius: "I WANNA HOLD YOU" Remus "NO, LET ME MAKE COFFEE THEN YOU CAN"

Barty: "I'm gonna do a line off your dresser"

Barty: "i have a headache" pauses "and i have 2 more lines to do"

Mary: "I don't have to do acid I have the that back massager that messes with my balance receptor"

Barty: suddenly sits up Regulus: “are you okay” Barty: “i don't know, i'm just gonna go to sleep and try to see what's going on”

Barty: "Why not use a shotgun, it's easier, this is america." (was not in america)

"stop licking the oreos" - Reg @ Barty

"Do i really have to tell you not to mate with the cat"- McGonagall @ the marauders

Remus: “I can feel the brain damage,, and i've got another line”

“MY TRAUMA CAN'T HANDLE THIS!”- Sirius

“Ball licky licky titty croissant” - James trying to learn french from Regulus

“Ooo yay i love being kidnapped!”- Barty probably at some point

“The 3 c's cook, clean, cocktails”- Remus “The 3 b's bake broil blowjobs”- Sirius

“LET ME UPLOAD MY PORN DAMNIT” - Marlene probably

"Dorcas you should be my sugar mommy" - Pandora

"An air whore" Remus

"My skyrim character is Schizophrenic" - James

"I wanna blow up pumpkins, and People!!!!" -Bellatrix

"I can taste it in my eyeballs" - James

"you can't take terrorists to the airport"-Peter

"I'm really bad at swallowing" - Sirius

“you can't fuck a duck, you'd have to seduce it” - Evan

"Hey your boobs are crooked"- Marlene

"i’m sorry, i accused you of taking my grandpa" -Sirius

"im a gay virgin"-Regulus

"duck now motherfucker" Sirius @ James

"i wanna become a rug or everyone does a line of my ashes when i die" - Remus

"you can't be funny while I'm smoking" -Remus @ First year after he walked out the door

"I'm leaving, i don't care that much about being drug free" - Barty

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lovecaptainrex · 1 day

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So my thoughts about the episode since the rewatch are;

I will use the spoiler tag below but still beware.

1. Tantiss in the morning looks beautiful. Damn I hate what they are doing in that base but it is still beautiful.

2. Omega. She seems calm and most importantly determined. She is sharing that trait with Hunter this episode which I love so much 😭❤️

3. Crosshair toothpick sighted! Not me fangirling when everything is so serious. Anytime to appreciate his beauty 😍

4. ECHO!! I am still so happy about him returning. My man literally came out like a boss with a stolen shuttle and started abusing Rampart 🤭 Crosshair shoving Rampart. Beat him up Cross while we are at it. Just saying 🤷‍♀️

5. I hate Rampart so much but the voice actor is so hot. Does that make sense? How can one be attracted to a voice? 💀 I need help-

6. Rampart: I hate clones. Mf they don't like your unwashed ass either. The comedic timing is spectacular though. I hate to admit it but he is making me laugh 😀

7. Wait did Emerie do that purposefully? Like I mean did she let Omega take that needle on purpose. She looked back and she is allowing Omega more freedom. We will see.

One point though. You would think the security would be more secure there but no 👀 a simple needle could be your way out 🤷‍♀️

9. I know the symbolism behind their armour losing the colour but the black armour is so hot especially on Crosshair 🫣 Respectfully staring sir..

10. So many close ups on Echo's fingers this episode 😏😏 yo why am I thirsting so hard today lmfaooo 💀

11. Arc trooper echo coming through y'all. That was so fast, precise and most importantly awesome.

12. Crosshair and Hunter both believing in Echo 😭🤞🥺

13. "NEGATIVE!" AHHHHHHHHH- WTF Hunter that was so hot. Is that my favourite hunter line?! The suspense and the delivery. 😍🤭🤭🤭

( I forgot to mention Hunter talking about freeing the clone prisoners too along with Omega is a major leap for his character and I am proud)

Ohh that was probably my favourite episode of season 3 so far. The stakes are finally so high that it feels like a finale. A whole ass Commando is on the ship with Echo y'all 😀😀☝️ I am so scared 😨

Yeah I have never been more excited for a next episode 🫣 10/10

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega

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slaymitchabernathy · 3 days

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Escapism.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up in the morning. It used to terrify her, lead her to wonder who was on the receiving end of that bullet. Now she simply rolls onto the other side of the bed, praying for a few more minutes of sleep.

She never gets it though. There’s work to be done.

A knock at her door leads Soarynn to let out an annoyed groan, “I’m sick, don’t come in!” She calls out, hoping to keep him at bay. The door creaks open, “Are you contagious?” The question brings a small smile to Soarynn’s lips which sometimes annoys her, but he can be plenty annoying when he wants to be.

“I might be,” she mumbles into her pillow, feeling the bed dip beside her. She feels his large hand slip under her nightgown. He doesn’t grab her or fondle her, he simple presses his palm onto the warm skin of her back, “Today’s the day.”

Soarynn cracks one eye open at the statement, “I’m surprised you’re letting me go through with it.” Coriolanus lets out a dry laugh, “I don’t want you to go through with it,” he admits, “want to keep you here all to myself.” Soarynn sighs and pushes herself up until she’s somewhat sitting up, almost at eye level with the tall blonde.

“You wanna keep me in your pocket,” she tells him, her soft hand coming up to cup the side of his clean shaven face. Coriolanus leans into her hand, something he’d never do in front of his men. He’s only like this with her, gentle.

“I do,” he quietly agrees, “I’m afraid you’ll find me to be a quite selfish man at times.” A teasing grin curls across her lips, “You selfish? I would’ve never thought.” Coriolanus rolls his eyes, “I worry about you. I have to worry about a thousand things a day and yet I find myself worrying about you the most.”

Soarynn thinks it’s sweet. For the most part. There’s something rather ironic about a dark and brooding man who’s the leader of a gang worrying about some random girl he met one night and then proceeded to fuck. But Coriolanus Snow just seems to be full of surprises.

A loud knock on the door pulls them from their tender moment, “If you two are done fucking then can we please get this show on the road?” Festus calls from outside, sounding almost bored of their antics at this point. Soarynn shoots Coriolanus a teasing look, “Oh, I don’t know, my jaw is practically locked around his thick, long, co—“

Coriolanus slaps his hand across her mouth before she can finish her vulgar sentence, “We’ll be out in a minute,” Coriolanus says while glaring at Soarynn as she giggles. It’s funny how he can say the nastiest things in bed and yet he hates when those things are said in daily conversation.

“Get dressed, and wash your mouth with soap while you’re at it,” he says, pulling his hand away before she can bite it. Soarynn bats her eyes up at him, “You mean you don’t want my lips around you?”

He shakes his head and chuckles before turning to leave the room, “You’re a handful alright.”

Soarynn smiles, it’s a good thing he has two hands.

꧁ ꧂

It’s strange to get dressed in the back of a warehouse. Soarynn finds it somewhat humorous that this is where her life has led to. All because of a breakup. Talk about a revenge era.

When she first laid eyes on Coriolanus again she was terrified. He’d said he wasn’t in a gang but it certainly looked like he was in one, especially with his men dragging her off the street for him to play with.

That’s when the truth came out.

Coriolanus Snow was for the most part, an evil man. He was part of a gang, the leader to be more specific. Soarynn didn’t even know the Capitol actually had gangs, she figured that things like that only existed in the Districts far below them. But Coriolanus led quite possibly the most powerful and notorious gang in all of Panem.

Of course he did.

He’d tried his best to answer her pestering questions such as: “Why the fuck am I here? Who are you really? Who were those men? Why are you in a warehouse? Why did you have a gun on you the night we met?”

She knew he probably didn’t want to answer a single question but Soarynn hadn’t quite cared in the moment. Not when she still feared for her life. So, he told her everything. The night they met he was supposed to meet up with a friend of his, a dangerous friend. He’d brought his gun just as a precaution, in case things got messy which Soarynn has learned, they always do. Then he saw her.

He saw her dancing, smiling, having the time of her life and suddenly nothing else mattered to him. He blew off his friend, the meeting, everything to take her home. He just never thought she’d show up in his warehouse a month later.

Over the past month Soarynn had been learning the exact type of man Coriolanus really was. He could be cruel, rude, rigid and unforgiving. Until it came to her. It was somewhat amazing how quickly his entire demeanor changed the second he saw her. He could go from barking out orders and shooting someone in the face to speaking to her in the softest tone and cradling her small face in his large hands.

Festus loved to tease him, say that Coriolanus was head over heels and Soarynn had to agree.

It has had been a bit difficult trying to navigate her new normal now that she was somewhat involved with Coriolanus and his gang. They called themselves “The Thorns” because Coriolanus apparently grew roses on the roof of his penthouse. Soarynn had rolled her eyes when hearing their name but she simply let it slide. Coriolanus had been adamant in reassuring her that none of his men would ever touch her again, they wouldn’t even look at her if that’s what she wanted.

Soarynn didn’t mind though. She found most of them to be rather pleasant when they weren’t berating her in the alleyway. She had however sharply questioned him about his men taking girls like her off the streets for their boss. For him.

She remembered clear as day how much it had angered him. “So you get off on kidnapping innocent girls?” She’d asked him, pulling her hands out of his once she pulled herself from her petrified state. Coriolanus had frowned at the loss of contact, “I…it’s not like that Soarynn, I swe—“

“Oh really? Because it looks exactly like that,” she’d hissed, getting up in his face, she wasn’t backing down, “I was just ripped off the street by several of your men who seem to have quite the wandering eye who thought that you’d have a good time with me. What type of message do you think that sends out? That you’re kind and caring? Or that you’re some perverted scum who takes advantage of girls in his spare time?”

His jaw had clenched at her harsh words, “I never thought I’d see you again. What happened between us that night was supposed to be a one time thing. I’m sorry that you’ve gotten tangled up in this, truly, I am but there’s nothing that can be done to fix it now.”

And there truly was nothing that they could do to fix this predicament now that Soarynn knew where they lived, worked and looked like. So, she began to help them, work with them. It was a man’s world, sure, but that meant women like her were nearly invisible, always ignored until they were ogled.

And that suits her just fine.

Her first “mission” had been simple, she posed as a waitress at a nearby restaurant in hopes to seduce a known killer that Coriolanus and his men had been after for months. She got that man all the way to his car and just when his hands were slipping up her dress, Coriolanus put a bullet in between his eyes.

Although he'd never come out and say it, Soarynn knew how he felt about other men being around her, talking to her, touching her. Even if was for the greater good of everyone involved.

In the end, he had given her an ultimatum once she had calmed down from her previous fury. He'd walked around his desk once more, slowly reaching into a drawer until he pulled out a gun. Soarynn's blood had run cold once again. He had been so calm, so quiet as he walked back over to her and grabbed her hand, placing it on the gun before bringing it up to his chest. Soarynn had tears running down her face but Coriolanus didn't seem to care, "Now darling, you can either pull the trigger and kill me, thus killing this web you've been tangled up in, or," he turned the gun around, pressing into her chest, "you can stay here, learn our ways and in return you'll be promised my protection."

To have a gun so close to her, pressed against her had terrified Soarynn. She never grew up around violence but the best option was clear, and so she stayed. She still had her apartment but she rarely visited these days, mostly sleeping in one of the bedrooms they had in the warehouse. Every once in a while Coriolanus would take her to his penthouse, give her a taste of normalcy before fucking her so good that she saw stars.

They weren't together, weren't a couple and yet neither of them seemed keen on talking to anyone else. Not like Soarynn had much of a choice. Wherever she went there was some scary man with a hidden gun behind her to ensure that no rival gangs tried to harm her. So that closed a lot of doors when it came to having a normal relationship. Coriolanus insisted on one of his men-usually Sejanus-escorting her at all times when she left the safety of the warehouse.

Soarynn had questioned it in the beginning. not because she was opposed to it because for the most part, she wasn't but she was curious.

She asked Coriolanus about it one night when she was in his office, sitting on his lap while he went through shipment documents. "Why does Sejanus always follow me around?" She'd asked, her hands absentmindedly playing with the buttons of his shirt. Coriolanus had dropped his pen at her question, "Did he try to touch you?" He asked her, his voice so calm yet scary. Soarynn had shaken her head, "No he didn't try anything. I...I was just wondering why you always have someone follow me. It's not like I'm the leader like you are."

A tired smile had spread across his lips, "Darling, you have no idea of the power you hold and I like to think that's a good thing but many men would try to hurt you if they knew it would hurt me." Soarynn hadn't quite understood that way of thinking but she nodded like she understood and let him get back to work.

But now as the days passed she understood more and more. She saw the way he looked at her, how he treated her and spoke to her. Coriolanus Snow was failing miserably at keeping Soarynn at arm's length.

He was falling in love.

꧁ ꧂

Her outfit for today was form-fitting. Nothing new.

She does her hair and makeup before deciding she looks presentable and gives Petunia one last scratch before leaving her room. Bringing her cat with her had caused quite an argument between her and Coriolanus. He was convinced that bringing a cat into his warehouse where crimes were committed almost on the daily would be the downfall of his gang. Soarynn argued that Petunia could help with their apparent mouse problem as well as keep her company.

In the end, Soarynn won, and the cat stayed.

"Wish me luck Petunia," Soarynn whispers before leaving her bedroom. She takes one last glance inside the space she's resided in for the past month or so. If everything goes well tonight, she'll be back to see Petunia in no time.

She met with a whistle from Festus when she walks into the makeshift living room and rolls her eyes, "Looking lovely as always," he purrs. It didn't take Soarynn long to find out that Festus flirts with everyone and she is no exception. She finds Coriolanus already looking at her from one of the distressed armchairs, his stare is penetrating and ice-cold. He's different when he's around other men, she has to remind herself of that. He was so gentle this morning but he will be nothing but distant and strategic until the night is over and their mission is complete.

"Let's get started," he says, finally tearing his eyes away from her.

They all gather around the coffee table, mahogany of course while Sejanus gives them a rundown of what's going to happen tonight. It's cute how he has a projector pointed at the bare wall so that his carefully detailed plan can be seen by everyone.

"Now tonight we are going to attempt to bring down the Ravenstills," he starts, nervously eyeing the room, "not only is it imperative that we take out as many of their men as possible but more importantly, we must kill Felix Ravenstill no matter what the cost." Several of the men let out grunts of agreement when a photo of Felix Ravenstill appears on the wall.

Soarynn can feel the nerves beginning to grow. It's one thing to kill a man, but it's another thing to kill the President's son.

꧁ ꧂

"You're nervous." Soarynn ignores his comment and keeps her eyes focused on the target in front of her. Just as she's about to pull the trigger Coriolanus steps in front of her and she scoffs, lowering the gun, "Do you have a death wish?" She asks, tilting her head as she looks up at him, "Because only an idiot would step in front of a loaded gun."

His face is as emotionless as ever, "You're nervous," he repeats, his tone gentler, softer, kinder. Soarynn feels the tension leave her shoulders and she sighs, carding her fingers through her hair, "Of course I'm nervous, you would be too if you were in my position." Her position is quite the perilous one where Soarynn's concerned, and she's very concerned.

Coriolanus rests a hand on her side, she knows he's trying to comfort her, but he also wants to just hold her, in case everything goes to shit and one of them dies tonight, "You know I'd never let anyone hurt you," he says quietly. Soarynn bites her lip, he's right, but he's not the one in control tonight, "You won't be there," she reminds him, feeling his grip slightly tighten, "I'll be all by myself."

They both stand there for a moment, not a word spoken between them. Coriolanus uses his other hand to gently cup her face as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Soarynn doesn't know what to do for a moment. She's kissed Coriolanus lots of times but never in front of everyone and she could feel some of the men watching the public display of affection. "We still have time," he mumbles against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, "Then let's make the most of it."

꧁ ꧂

For once, Coriolanus is gentle.

He's slow in taking off her clothes, her panties, her bra.

He kisses up and down her body as if he's trying to memorize every inch of her. He's kneeling on the ground while Soarynn lays on the bed, feeling his lips kiss her calf. Soarynn slowly sits up, looking down at one of the most powerful men in Panem.

On his knees for her.

"You look good like that," she tells him, smirking when he pulls away and looks up at her, "on your knees." If she had said that while they were fucking then she would've literally gotten her ass handed to her and Coriolanus would've fucked her harder and harder until she saw stars. But now he grins, "Well, normally the roles are reversed," he reminds her.

Soarynn blushes when thinking of all the times she's gotten on her knees for him, hidden under his desk while sucking him off. "Get up here," she orders and Coriolanus wastes no time in climbing onto his bed, his large body on top of her smaller one, his hands on her hips while his lips are on hers. They move in sync with one another, to the point where it frightens Soarynn. It makes her think that they might work, that this might work.

Coriolanus groans into the kiss when she ruts her hips up against his, "You're such a tease," he says, reaching down to undo his belt, his gun falling onto the bed. Soarynn hums, threading her fingers through his golden curls, "You love it though." She can feel the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance, it feels so good, so right. He slowly sinks in before muttering a set of words she never thought she'd hear.

"I love you."

Within seconds it feels as if her entire world has been flipped upside down. Coriolanus is slow and measured with his thrusts. "You don't mean that," she tells him, pulling away from the kiss, "love is dangerous in this line of work." He chuckles because those are the exact words he said to her one night when she asked him if he's ever been in love. "And yet I'm in love with you my darling," he replies, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Once tonight is over things will change, I will change," he promises, his blue eyes boring into her blue-gray ones.

Soarynn wants to believe him. But when has a man ever told the truth?

Tomorrow isn’t promised, they both know that. So she might as well enjoy this tender moment, and let Coriolanus enjoy it as well.

Soarynn lets out a soft gasp when the tip of his cock presses against her just right, causing her back to slightly arch as they move in sync with each other, "Right there," she whispers, her face buried in his neck. He smells like roses. Coriolanus tightens his grip on her hips as he draws his cock out of her cunt oh-so-slowly, "You feel so good," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her neck.

Coriolanus is a rather possessive man, no surprise there, but Soarynn found that he loved to leave her neck littered with bruises, love bites. Anything to let his men know that he was the one who fucked the pretty girl each and every night. They didn't always fuck. Sometimes they talked, got to know each other in the company of a bottle of wine and the dim lighting of his study. Other times he'd fuck her up against the door while making her scream out his name.

They were two wild cards.

"I'm getting close," Soarynn whines, her walls fluttering around his cock as she feels that wire inside of her getting tighter and higher. Before Coriolanus, she hadn't experienced a good orgasm, an earth-shattering, thigh-shaking, eye-rolling orgasm. Now he gave them to her without even trying. Unlike the other men she'd been with in the past, Coriolanus learned her, learned from her.

Coriolanus moans and Soarynn could've finished right there and then. His low, timber voice sounded heavenly whenever he let a moan slip out which was rare within itself. "Please," she whines, "please Coriolanus, please." He loves it when she begs, when she's his good girl. Soarynn tries to be good, for the most part.

The past month she'd done her very best to rile him up, tease him in front of his men, really push his buttons. If he wanted to drag her into his dangerous lifestyle then the least he could do was suffer just a little. Coriolanus slightly picks up the pace, their breaths getting heavier as they roll towards their peaks, "Come on Soarynn," he grunts, "give it to me, fuck, it's perfect, you're perfect."

Soarynn feels her eyes roll back when she reaches her orgasm, her mouth open in a silent scream as Coriolanus continues to thrust into her. She feels Coriolanus finish inside of her, filling her up to the brim as he often likes to do. "You're a little too good at that," Soarynn mumbles against his neck, her hands resting on his shoulders. Coriolanus lets out a breathy laugh before looking into her eyes, "I've had my fair share of practice."

They both smile and share a laugh, the moment almost feels genuine, tender, and soft. Neither of them are those things though. Genuine, tender, or soft.

He presses a soft kiss to her lips and it feels like a promise, "Tonight will change everything," he says. Soarynn nods like she believes him, "Yes it will," she agrees. Coriolanus nods like he believes her.

꧁ ꧂

It's tense in the car. The car filled with gang members on their way to assassinate the President's son and anyone who works for him. Festus tries to keep things light but one glare from Coriolanus in the front seat shuts down any room for joking.

This is no joking matter.

"Here," Sejanus says, handing her a gun. Soarynn's dainty fingers wrap around it, "Thanks," she mutters. A gun is a last resort, it means that it's come down to the wire and Soarynn doesn't want things to come to that if she can help it. She knows how tonight will go.

According to the plan.

The car whines to a stop in the back alley and Soarynn's nerves are steadily rising. Coriolanus turns to look at everyone, a rather calm expression painted across his face, "Tonight we change the history of Panem, for better or for worse. Everyone remembers their roles and sticks to the plan," his eyes linger on Soarynn long enough for her to feel anxious, "when we get back the drinks are on me," Coriolanus finishes. A few excited whispers fill the car as the promise of free alcohol settles in everyone's brains.

Sejanus pushes the door open and extends a hand out to Soarynn, one she gladly takes, "Thank you Sejanus," she whispers, giving his hand a tight squeeze. His expression falters and for a moment he looks somewhat confused but he recovers when Coriolanus steps out of the car. "Of course, I'll see you when it's over," he promises.

So many promises tonight.

Coriolanus sighs and nods at Sejanus who takes himself and five other men down the alley and around the corner where they'll infiltrate the establishment from the back door. "Look, I want you to be careful, okay?" Coriolanus asks, his tone pleading as he takes her hands in his, squeezing them as if she's his lifeline, "Shoot first and ask questions later huh?" Soarynn teases, giving him a playful smile even though she's as nervous as he is. Just for different reasons.

A small smile graces his lips, "Yeah," he mumbles, "ask questions later. I'll see you once it's all done, okay?" Soarynn nods and doesn't hesitate to lean in and press herself to her tiptoes, her lips finding his. Coriolanus responds immediately as they share one last kiss. She's not even surprised when he whispers those three words again.

"I love you."

Soarynn gives him one last peck before she pulls away, giving him that dazzling smile that he fell for when they first met.

"Love you too."

꧁ ꧂

It's loud in this club, so loud. But Soarynn didn't come here for peace and quiet.

She weaves her way through the crowd, ignoring the blatant stares she gets from all the perverted men who frequent this establishment. She finally reaches the bar where she orders the strongest alcohol they can serve before she sits on the barstool, bringing her drink to her lips as she surveys the room.

She sees many familiar faces, all the men who work for Coriolanus have filtered their way into the crowd and are dancing like a mass murder isn't about to occur tonight. Coriolanus had instructed the men to act normal, dance with people if they could help it. She finds Festus letting it all out on the dancefloor, having a little too much fun for someone who's supposed to be working.

Finally, she sees him, her target.

Felix Ravenstill is sitting in a private booth surrounded by both girls and alcohol, having the absolute time of his life. Soarynn finishes the last of her drink before she propels herself towards his private section, her eyes sultry, her body on display, her lips curled in a flirtatious smile. She can feel a pair of eyes on her and they don't belong to Felix. She suspected that Coriolanus might get jealous, but she needs to do her job, his feelings don't matter right now.

She finally locks eyes with Felix and does her best to act as if she's fallen in love on the spot. It works like a charm. She approaches his section but is stopped by a giant-looking bodyguard who could snap her neck in seconds if he wanted to. "Let her in," Felix slurs, waving her towards him. Soarynn gives the bodyguard her sweetest smile as he unclips the velvet rope and lets her pass.

Felix is quick to shoo all the other girls away and they all give Soarynn their most lethal glares as they pass by her, their chins held high. Soarynn grabs the last girl by the arm and leans in closer, "Get you and your friends out of here," she whispers, momentarily locking eyes with the girl whose eyes widen and she nods, pulling away from Soarynn and chasing after her friends.

Soarynn turns her attention back to Felix and smiles, "Hello," she purrs, sliding in next to him. His hands wander quickly until he has one arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him, "You're too beautiful to be a dump like this," he tells her, and his breath reeks of alcohol. Soarynn ignores it though and giggles, "You think I'm beautiful?" Felix eagerly nods, "So pretty," he slurs, his other hand fumbling to find another drink to throw back.

Soarynn keeps him talking for a while, keeps him drinking more importantly. She flirts and laughs at all his bad jokes and acts surprised when he tells her who he is. "You're President Ravenstill's son?" She asks, feigning surprise. Felix smirks, his hand traveling down her body and squeezing her ass, "Sure am. Have you ever been fucked by a future President?" Soarynn has to fight the urge to throw up as she shakes her head, "Not yet," she answers.

That's all he needs to hear before he suggests they go upstairs. Right according to plan. Soarynn follows him up the creaky stairs that are sticky from all the drinks that have been spilled no doubt. His bodyguard lingers at the bottom of the stairs, "Don't come up here!" Felix calls, wagging his finger, "You don't wanna hear her screaming my name for the next hour." Soaryn giggles and throws her arms around his neck, "Hurry Felix, I need you."

She's never been up here, or inside this club for that matter but she knows the layout like the back of her hand since Sejanus has drilled her on it a thousand times. She knows exactly which door to open and which room to stumble in. Sure enough, they stumble into a room with a small bed and wallpaper that has little roses all over it.

Felix is on her in seconds, his hands roaming all over her body, trying to literally rip the dress off of her, "C'mon take it off," he whines, "you know you want it." How many times has she heard that before?

"Haven't you ever heard of foreplay," she quips, her hands running up and down the front of his shirt. She shoves him towards the bed and he nearly topples onto the floor but manages to get onto the mattress. It's only a matter of keeping him busy while work is done downstairs. Soarynn sits on his lap as they kiss, all the while gunshots can be heard from downstairs.

Felix hears a gunshot or a scream once or twice but Soarynn quickly pulls him back into their lustful little bubble. Soarynn is getting more and more nervous with every second that passes by. Where is everyone?

Felix is getting more and more handsy and right before he can unzip her dress, his bodyguard busts through the door, his face smeared with blood, "Boss! It was an ambush! The Thorns are here!" Before he can utter another word a gun goes off and he falls to the floor. Soarynn makes a big show of gasping as they watch the big man topple to the ground, his eyes wide as he dies.

Felix swears and shoves Soarynn off of him, his eyes nervously looking out into the hallway where Festus is standing, a wild look on his face. "My boss told me to wait for him,” Festus drawls as he walks into the room, but I think I'll have you to myself Felix." Soarynn shoots him a look, "Festus," she hisses, knowing how furious Coriolanus will be if Festus fucks this all up because of his pride and lack of control.

Fexlis's eyes widen and he looks back at Soarynn, realization dawning on him. "You knew?! You bitch!" Soarynn feels frozen in her spot while watching this all play out but she snaps out of it when Festus aims his gun at Felix, "The odds were never in our favor," he says. Soarynn slips her hand under her dress, her fingers finding the knife she strapped to her thigh and she doesn't hesitate to pull it out before throwing it at Festus, the blade catching him right in the throat.

He gasps and drops his gun, his hands flying to his throat. Soarynn watches the pitiful scene as Festus attempts to pull the knife out, only making it worse. He stumbles backwards out into the hall where he hits the wall. There's too much blood and not enough time. Soarynn watches Festus take his last breath before he slides down the wall, his eyes wide open as blood begins to pool from his mouth.

Felix swears and grabs the gun Festus dropped, tucking it behind him in the waistband of his pants, "Fucking Thorns," he mumbles, wiping his brow, his hands are shaking, He's in shock. He looks over his shoulder and glares at Soarynn who's sitting on the floor, her back pressed against the bed, her breaths growing uneven, "He tried to shoot me!" That stupid statement is what draws Soarynn out of her haze and she slowly pushes herself from the floor, "He didn't," she says calmly. The bodyguard is too heavy to move but he isn't entirely blocking the doorway.

She can hear more shouting from downstairs, she hears Sejanus let out a pained scream. It seems this ambush hasn't gone according to plan. Then she hears it, hears him.

"SOARYNN! SOARYNN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Her heart clenches at his pained voice. At how Coriolanus still cares enough to try to find her amidst the chaos. She can hear him climbing the steps, hear the gasp he lets out when he sees Festus. Soarynn sighs, it's all gotten so much more complicated now. Felix is slowly collecting himself behind her and she listens to him shakily push himself up from the floor, "This is a mess," he mutters, "a bloody fucking mess."

She sees Coriolanus crouching down to check on Festus, swearing when he finds no pulse. Then she feels a hand wrap around her throat and another around her waist, "You little fucking whore," Felix hisses in her ear, "almost got me killed, and for what?" He steers them towards his bodyguard where he crouches down, bringing her with him as one of his hands fumbles around until he finds a gun hidden on his bodyguard's body and grabs it before pressing the barrel to the side of Soarynn's head, "There we go," he whispers, "now we're even." Soarynn lets out a whimper and watches Coriolanus slowly turn to look into the room, a sheer look of horror washes over his face when he sees her with a gun to her head.

Coriolanus takes a few steps toward them but Felix tightens his grip on the gun before jamming it into her head and Soarynn lets out a pained cry, "Don't come any closer," he warns Coriolanus, his voice manic, "unless you wanna see her paint the walls red."

Coriolanus clenches his jaw and gives Soarynn a look full of sorrow, "I told you to get out as soon as you could", he says, his voice so hoarse. Soarynn feels tears pricking in her eyes, "I know you did," she whispers. Felix lets out a bitter laugh, "Looks like the little bitch can't take orders, huh Coriolanus?" Soarynn's throat closes up at the snide remark and it does nothing to calm down Coriolanus who's already fuming. "Just let her go," he says calmly.

Felix presses the gun further into her skin, "Now why would I do that? I clearly can't trust any of these idiots in here so why would I trust you? A thorn in my side since the beginning." Coriolanus meets her eyes again and Soarynn desperately wants to convey a single message.

Run.

But she can't. She's trapped between a rock and a hard place. Coriolanus turns his gaze to Felix and he looks downright murderous as he drops his gun onto the floor. "There," he says, kicking it towards her and Felix for good measure, "just let her go and I'll call my men off. You can walk out safely, you have my word." The mission isn't jeopardized anymore, it's fucked. Soarynn lets out a shaky breath, "Coriolanus please, just go."

Coriolanus shakes his head, his eyes trained on her now, "No. No, I love you, I'm not losing you."

Soarynnlets out a sob as she knows what's bound to happen next, "I'm sorry." His expression softens, "It's not your fault."

The next five seconds seem to move in slow motion as she reaches behind Felix, grabbing the gun from his waistband. All that training Coriolanus forced her to do pays off when she brings the gun in front of her and pulls the trigger.

The sound of a gun going off is what wakes Soarynn up from the lie she's been living for the past three months.

She lets the tears fall free as they watch Coriolanus fall to the ground, a bullet piercing his heart.

Felix lets out a sigh of relief and releases her from his grip, "For fucks sake, took you long enough."

Soarynn is silent as she sinks to the floor, her hands gently reaching out for Coriolanus. He's crouched down, gripping his chest. Soarynn cups his face with her hands, slowly pulling him up to face her, "I loved you," he croaks, his eyes full of betrayal. Soarynn sniffles, "I know. I know you did." His breaths are labored, his hands trembling, "Goodbye Coriolanus," she whispers, pressing one last kiss to his lips.

It's pitful how he returns it, sounding like a wounded animal seeking out comfort as he returns his kiss. She feels it, his last breath before he dies.

A hand on her shoulder reminds her of the harsh reality she lives in, "You did good," Felix says, "I knew I could count on you." Soarynn nods and wipes her tears with the back of her hand before looking up at the man she loves.

The man that she loved who sat her down that night and told her that it was over.

What a clever lie they had come up with for her to infiltrate the Thorns and take them down from the inside.

And Coriolanus had believed every one of her lies. He fell in love with her.

Dumb decision.

Soarynn doesn't wanna feel her her heart is ripping, since she was out on the town with a simple mission.

She pushes herself up from the floor and regains her composure, letting Felix rest his hand on the small of her back.

He laughs as they walk past the dead body of Coriolanus Snow, “He looked so heartbroken,” he tells her before pressing a kiss to the side of her temple. Soarynn feigns a smile, knowing that it’ll be a grand celebration once they go downstairs now that the thorns are defeated. “Sorry for calling you a bitch by the way,” he says, “just got caught up in the moment.” Soarynn simply hums, not trusting herself to respond right now. Soarynn at the top of the stairs.

A roar of cheers hits them as they appear at the top of the stairs and Felix lets go of her to run down the stairs and celebrate with his men, leaving Soarynn at the top of the stairs.

She looks back at the room one last time where Coriolanus is lying on the floor. She shakes her head and mumbles to herself before heading downstairs to celebrate.

“Just a heart broke bitch.”

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