#ana! replies

[fightingdragonswithwho]

best bestie hiiii and happiest marcia monday in the world to u <333 (we manifested her back!!)

i RAN to your inbox because i have to know your thoughts on the latest ep. i thought it was sm more sad than last week 😭

best bestie hii!!! sorry for not getting to this yesterday! i hope you had the most amazing marcia monday and wishing u an even better tabitha tuesday!! <333

regarding the episode, i’m so glad we always run to each other to scream!! i did cry more in the previous episode, but there such a deep sadness to this one, especially with shiv 😭 seeing them actually have a somewhat healthy convo about their feelings made me SOB because look how far they came! i feel like roman will be so hard to watch because he will hit rock bottom so quickly because he looks too “okay” and it will be terrible! for ken to be “winning” in ep 4? yeah, he’s about to crash and i’m not ready, im so scared that the water motif becomes even more real for him 😭but the paper was such a genius writing decision, because he will forever wonder if it was underlined or not 😭 and shiv… baby ): even tho i’m not the biggest fan of the pregnancy arc in other show, i think it does make sense for shiv and it’s been hinted so much but it happened at the saddest possible time 😭 the way she says “you can’t go, not now” to logan and it’s even sadder now … i also never realised how much i liked the angst between her and tom but they’re KILLING me this season, there’s just something so deeply sad about their relationship that always gets me 😭 worried but excited to see where she goes because maybe things will turn around for her (this is me manifesting)

i’ll shut up soon because omg that’s so much text aojdisjdikfid but just wanna add that i somehow became a greg hater ?? 💀 he was my babygirl but i genuinely find myself wanting his scenes to be over now, him being more evil (the scene with kerry was my limit) than funny does not work for me, i hope he doesn’t even get the 20$ from shiv back by the end of this 💀

#okay leaving my i love you so much!!! here because omg i rambled too much lakdpdndk #ALSO GERRI AND KARL HAD ME DYING THIS EPISODE THEYRE SO FUNNY SJKSJDOSKKDJD #thank you for letting me ramble about this show bestie 😭 and most importantly for being you!!!! #manifesting the most amazing week for you!!! #H 🍁 #ana! replies #succession spoilers #<- just in case #ask!

[anawrites3]

Jaydick, but Dick gives Jason a big mommy kink

It was a joke, at first.

The first time it happened they were in the Cave, having just came back from the patrol. The night was considered a huge success because for all the bullshit that managed to happen in the span of those few hours anyone barely got hurt at all.

Instead, everyone was fucking exhausted. Jason’s fingers were still slightly shaking as he fastened the last bandage around his arm, not to mention the way his eyes kept slipping shut. Boy, was he grateful he didn’t get hit in the head that day because he didn’t think he’d be able to stay up, even if he would have concussion.

That’s why he was planning on crashing in the Manor. Bruce was there too, obviously, but Jason was too tired to worry about that asshole right then. He was going to throw himself onto one of the beds in guests’ bedrooms and sleep for as long as his body needed him to.

He said a quick goodnight to Alfred who wished him a good rest with a smile. He didn’t say a word earlier when Jason announced he’d be staying the night and Jason in turn didn’t comment on the fact that a bedroom for him was already prepared. Jason was too tired to deal with that right then – and he’d have other excuses not to later – so he saluted to the rest of the clan, before starting towards the stairs.

That’s when it happened the first time.

“Hit the shower before you go to sleep, Jay.” Dick called after him. He was sitting in the medical area of the Cave, stripped down to just his underwear so Alfred could stitch up the cut on his calf. “You’ll feel less like shit when you wake up.”

“Master Dick-” Alfred chastised.

Jason rolled his eyes but found he wasn’t actually annoyed. His relationship with Dick was… better, now. Way better than what he expected they’d ever had, especially with everything Jason did before. But here they were. Jason wasn’t going to complain.

“Sure, mom!” He called back.

Dick just smiled.

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The next time it happened, Jason didn’t think too much of it either.

He was in the middle of baking when Dick broke into one of his safehouses – the one that was currently serving Jason as home and the one that Dick absolutely shouldn’t know about – and started talking to him about a case he needed help with. Jason decided to actually play nice and help him out, even if he was kind of annoyed that Dick found him.

If anything else he could at least be certain that the big bird won’t blab the location of it to Bruce.

And… then there was that whole thing of him feeling… something about the fact Dick turned to Jason when he actually needed help. Not to Babs, not to Tim. Not to the rest of the birds and bats. Him.

Yeah, he wasn’t gonna think too hard about that.

On the other hand though, Jason was in the middle of baking. And he always got bitchy when he got interrupted while doing something in the kitchen – and Dick freaking knew that. It never stopped him, of course, not even from trying to steal the dough or popping a bit of chocolate into his mouth whenever he thought Jason wasn’t watching.

Jason was less annoyed about that than he thought he’d be, too. Huh. Yeah, not touching that one right now either.

“Oh yeah, come to mama.” Dick said, reaching for one of the cookies as soon as Jason placed the tray on the counter in front of him.

Jason cocked an eyebrow at that.

“Mama?” He teased with a grin. “Wouldn’t you be more of a daddy or something?”

Dick moaned around the cookie in his mouth, “I can be whatever you want me to be, as long as I’ll get to eat more of these.”

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And then-

“It’s not one of Bruce’s galas, Dick, I don’t have to look like I just walked out of the fashion magazine.” Jason rolled his eyes.

Dick ignored him as if he didn’t even open his mouth, making sure his sleeves were rolled up evenly.

They were getting ready for an uncover mission or – more precisely – Jason was. Dick was spending this one in the Cave as his eyes and Bruce was going to keep watch from the roof of neighboring building, ready to drop in if anything got too out of hand. Jason was the one going in this time, simply because their target haven’t seen him before.

Jason hated the fact that Bruce was going to be his support. Not like he could do much about it, with Dick still healing his injuries and Tim being away but still.

“It won’t hurt. You need to stand out.” Dick smiled. “Besides, I don’t get to see you in a suit very often. I need to take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Sure.” He drawled sarcastically but allowed Dick to fuss over him a few minutes longer.

It was true though, Jason couldn’t remember the last time he was actually wearing a suit. Not as nice as this, anyway, a grey three-piece that hugged his frame like a second skin would. It didn’t feel that alien – his gear was very fitting too so that part at least was familiar.

It’s the way Dick kept glancing at him that felt… new. Different from the way he was looking at Jason before but Jason couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Alright.” Dick hummed and Jason breathed out because that meant he was finally done dolling him up. “Now, be a good boy and don’t punch people’s teeth in before we get what we need, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Jason huffed. It’s not like he wasn’t good at undercover stuff. He didn’t like it and he definitely thought that Dick was way better at it, yeah, but it didn’t mean he would ever make such a rookie move. Even if he really wanted to, at times. “Not my first rodeo, remember? You really don’t have to mom me so much.”

“Mm.” Dick started adjusting his tie. “Then be a good boy for mommy and play nice.”

If anyone would ever ask about it, Jason would say he didn’t say anything back simply because he didn’t want to. Or that that was when Bruce walked in and told them it was time to move out.

When Jason will think back to it, he’ll remember the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times. The way his cheeks stung with the force of his blush. The way Dick ran his hands over the lapels of his jacket to smooth them out, slowly.

“Off you go then.” He murmured, looking at Jason from under his eyelashes and Jason still couldn’t know if Dick did that on purpose or not but he knew that it worked very well.

He lowered his chin in a sharp nod and Dick smiled, and then Jason was on the way to the club.

He couldn’t quite focus for the rest of the night. They got what they needed, no outside help from the Bat required, and Dick sent him a big happy smile when he came back to the Cave but Jason couldn’t stop thinking about what happened before.

He wondered if Dick was aware of what he was doing. He wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

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So. Maybe Jason had the slightest idea on how did it come to this-

“Mommy, please.” he breathed out, half a moan and half a whine.

Dick shushed him with a fond smile, peppering kisses across Jason’s jaw and cheeks. He was a solid familiar weight on Jason’s lap, pinning him firmly down to the mattress even when everything Jason wanted to do was to buck his hips, rub himself against Dick’s tanned stomach. Just enough to get some friction, just a little bit of pleasure Dick took away from him again because he was insistent to drag it out this time.

“Such a good boy, Jay.” Dick murmured against his skin, hand so close to where Jason needed it to be before sliding away again, higher and higher so it could settle on his stomach. “Just a little more, baby. Then you’ll get to fuck mommy the way you want to.”

“Please-” He gasped, fingers digging into Dick’s waist. How easy would it be to pull him closer, to slip between those cheeks… “Please, I need you-”

“Shh.” Dick gently cupped his jaw and lifted his head to press their lips together better. He kissed Jason slowly and filthy, slipping his tongue between his lips as soon as Jason parted them to gasp. He chased the sugary taste of cookies they had earlier, the one Jason barely finished making before Dick started pressing against him. “You have me, Jay. I’m right here.”

And it was the truth, wasn’t it? Jason had him, in a way no one else ever could. Dick Grayson, body and soul, all of that belonged to him now.

“Then do something about it already.” He demanded breathlessly as soon as Dick allowed him to speak again. “Prove it to me.”

Dick lowered his hand onto Jason’s thigh in a sharp slap that had Jason moaning again.

“That’s not very nice, baby. And you were doing so good.” Dick shook his head. “Only good boys get rewards, remember?”

“Sorry, mommy.” Jason whispered but he couldn’t stop his hips from moving anymore, trying to fuck into air.

“Mm, that’s better.” Calloused fingers slid down his stomach to finally, finally wrap around his cock. It was already so wet, both from saliva and precome that slid down the shaft from the head and Jason threw his head back with a loud whimper. How happy he was that those walls were sound-proof. “I forgive you, sweetheart. Now fuck me.”

And Jason didn’t need to be told twice.

#ta-da! #this was fun #thanks for the prompt anon!! #jaydick #dickjay #my writing #my reply #anon #Ana's spicy writing

[nosensedit]

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[friendsyoyo]

gettin intuitive

psychic headcanon babble for the mother 1 crew (aka just ninten and ana) because i figure someone out there is interested

i preface this with the knowledge that MOTHER 1 has the most mentions of PSI in the narrative out of the three games (mother 3 can be semi-debated). that ALSO BEING SAID, these are children and i don’t think they have god tier abilities. this ain’t the x-men—in fact the closest kid you got to Jean Grey is 11 years old. so this is just for fun

ninten

moves-wise: i love you ninten but you suck compared to everyone else. in fact, he doesn’t like that people are much better at PSI than him (especially not some girl he just met!). maybe he goes through a phase where he tries to improve, but it’s just not in his nature (or attention span) to do so. that being said, everyone’s cooked without him thanks to his prowess in assist PSI. sure, he can’t light people on fire, but he can make sure your next frying pan swing hurts bad. the added benefit of escaping into the fourth dimension is something that makes him very unique (or in teddy's words, "a one-trick pony") and makes him brag a bit, because what is ninten if not prideful? it’s not too bad though, because it’s dorky! there’s a childish glee to it, like a kid doing a cartwheel in front of his parents. even lloyd admits it makes ninten look lame, but “he’s not one to talk” either. like ana, he does possess telepathy, but this is the one ability i hc him to surpass her in. i really do think that with given time, he could be a very strong telepath! i think of telepathy as a spectrum rather than “transmitter and receiver” because the characters do portray differing levels of what they can do; basic communication with animals being on the lower end to near omnipotence on the highest extreme. ninten is no god for sure, but based on what we see in the game and novels, he “receives” more than he “transmits,” which can lead to very disorienting conversations. it’s an added level of hyper-vigilance he must deal with, but at least it's helpful in combat and against police officers. i wouldn’t say it’s textbook telepathy angst, but more like “can you shut the fuck up right now im trying to think” when no one has uttered a word in the past 2 minutes. too much at once leads to snappy responses, unintentionally looking daggers at someone, and unbridled rage when fighting lamps. he's best left alone in times like this. he gets tuckered out easily, bc thinkin's a lot of work. world's eepiest boy after massive boss fights

ana

like i said, she ain’t jean grey. buuuut, if i had to rank the most powerful psychics in the mother series, she’d be third to kumatora + her family and giegue. she is very disciplined in everything she does, only using it in dire or noble situations like her parents taught her to. in the game, she has a very good relationship with both her parents and religion, which is unlike many headcanons i tend to see.

they were both very involved, which led to her having near perfect control at such a young age. her father would preach about the responsibility she carries (because, yknow, great power) while her mother would find the best way to not let her skills go unmanaged. she starts off with precise telekinesis, fast healing LifeUp β, and manageable telepathy, but when she’s away from home and begins to learn more intense and formidable abilities, ana feels completely lost and shocked to her core. she hates violence, especially when she must enact it herself. with each new power she awakens, she feels a sense of betrayal towards her parents, wondering if she is straying from their teachings. worst of all, she fears over reliance on them the way ninten is (teleporting like it's no ones business). therefore, ana is very psychically repressed and mentally limits herself from the use of offensive PSI outside of battle.

she eventually realizes that although she didn't choose to be born with these abilities, they are a part of her and "God's plan." as long as there is someone to protect, she finds solace in being able to use them for the greater good.

i have so much more to say but it's 2:51 am and i feel like this post is a bit too long now. remember to hit that like button and subscribe

#feel free to reply i love talking about these two #headcanons #hcs #mother 1 #earthbound beginnings #ninten #ana #nintendo

[marvelousjj]

Ana wanted to get as far away form that place as she possibly could. She hadn't believed it was possible until he showed up. She remembered laying awake at night, praying he would show up, despite them saying she would never see him again. He had made it to the rooftop when they took her away from him...Perhaps he had gotten out. It ad turned out that he had, against all odds, her hopes and prayers had been answered.

She watched him kneel down, and instruct her to climb onto his back, and hang on. She nodded and did as he told her, clinging around his neck with a tight grip. It wasn't the first time she had done something like this when they needed to be quick. His legs were longer and she was easy to carry with her height.

Her eyes squinted shut while the Soldier took out what guards he could, but just as they had preached...chop off one head, and more will take it's place...

The Soldier was doing the best that he could, but even that was proving to not be good enough as they reached outside and closer to the gate. She hadn't been outside in six months, and despite it being in the middle of the night, there was a bright light that felt like it could blind her. She hid her eyes while she heard Russians shouting for him to put the child down.

She needed to do something they were completely surrounded and she knew that no matter how hard he fought, they wouldn't be making it out. She was tired, and even if she wasn't...It would take a lot out of her. But she had to try.

Ana let go of her hold on him, letting herself fall down his back and into the cold mud. The agents raised their guns, telling her to go back inside, and they wouldn't hurt him. She knew that was a lie. The second they had her inside he would be shot on side, with as many bullets as it took to get the job done.

She shivered slightly, but looking up at a group of the agents, she stared them down for a second before nodding to side with her head, as if gesturing for them to move. As if on command, the men turned their necks until five snaps were heard, and they fell to the ground. While another group of agents advanced forward, she held her hand out to them, before raising her hand in the other direction. Her eyes squinted shut before the agents all went flying back in the opposite direction. Some survived, but most were killed by colliding with a cement wall, or being impaled into something.

Turning around to look at the Soldier, she was now bleeding out of her nose slightly. She let out a tired huff before her legs gave out and her eyes fluttered shut, bringing her down to the ground.

#asset:// ana barnes ➙ in character ➙ ( thread replies. ) #mission log:// verses ➙ verse 06. ➙ ( the wonder years. ) #marvelmyriad

[evermoredeluxe]

God imagine how Ana Clara’s family must be feeling right now :(

it’s like 2am in brazil, i can’t imagine a situation where her family (and friends) aren’t scrambling. it’s just so extremely sad.

#this happened to ana on a day she thought was going to be the best day ever #she was probably looking forward to it and so excited #i went to multiple LA shows alone and if suddenly at midnight my parents got the news i died they would be absolutely devastated #anonymous #replies

[izvmimi]

sorry!! is this one better?

HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA

ngl i would fill out this version

#mimi replies #treasures: ana #you KILL me

[p4ppetsl4t]

need that one girl at school to tell me again that im "fluffy" and that she "hates being skinny" and would rather be "chubby and soft like me"

#she gave the best unintentional meanspo ever #idek if its meanspo but it made me feel bad so im counting it #backhanded compliment meanspo my beloved 🫶 #i need to find more meanspo like that everything else sounds kinda goofy ngl #that type of meanspo greatly appreciated drop it in the replies or whatever i need it currently #ana bllog #tw ana diary #ana trigger #ana rant #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #i want to ⭐️ve #⭐️rve #⭐️rving #⭐️ve #light as a feather #🕯️as a feather #🕯️ as a 🪶 #light as a 🪶 #@nor3×14 #@n0r3xia #4norexla #4n0r3xia #4norexi4 #an0r3c1a #an0rec1a #meanspø #p4ppetsl4t

[petrichoraline]

For the honest answer ask game: what's the history of your blog? (this really just includes how/when you began blogging on tumblr, content, your interactions and your special moments on here etc; whatever you wish to prioritize for the ask in context).

honest hour question answered 3 days later <3 truly hope the wait was worth it love hahah

as someone who's gone through my archive already, you know i started out as a bts fan account in 2015. (my previous blog is not gonna be discussed for the simple reason that it's barely relevant to this one)

i believe i used to tag and organise my reblogs? there was a time where i cared enough and i loved srolling through my own blog, i stopped enjoying that when i became more involved w/ fandom on here and things weren't aesthetics based anymore. i don't like going through it that much now. i used to play around with themes, search for them, tweak colours and fonts for hours. after i returned years later there was an issue with the editor so now i can't change my theme at all and it sucks cause i just want to edit a few things.

so it started of as a bts fanblog, then i started rb-ing other kpop stuff, maybe afterwards i started sharing gifsets from movies and series i liked? as for fandom, i had a good amount of mutuals - accidentally became one with a girl from my country, we went out once and it was very nice <3 procrastinated and lost track fo tag games back then too lmaoo i felt a lot of dissatisfaction over it so i try to do everything now with my current fandom :)

back then is when i started reading fanfiction - i believe my first imagine was a taegi one where v was an artist and yoongi a photographer lol i stumbled upon it on the dash randomly and i got introduced to ao3 a bit after

iirc for the following years after i'd stopped stanning bts, i used to come back either relatively often or once in a blue moon - in the beginning i was just enjoying wtv my dash was offering me or seeking out specific stuff, then i started using it as a tracklist of what shows i've watched haha, no tags, just rb after finishing a show.

i started engaging with fandom around the release of episode 5 of kinnporsche, i read a bunch of posts on here, then tms2 came around and i got even more into reading people's takes..at some point i started talking to people i guess hahah i don't even know when i started trying to put out content, so to say, i just know i was doing screenshot posts short before i found myself pushed to attempt gifs and that was after big dragon had just finished airing.

then i started my giffing journey. had support from @gillianthecat whom i loved giffing paulnice for. honestly that and the discussions we had were such an important part of me having fun with this site and keeping it up. and @joyladagang, my self-proclaimed #1 hype woman, made me feel super welcome. then i got even more moots, at some point i started reaching out or actively reciprocating others attempts at getting closer (though i had been active in discussions before that, i just mean i got a bit braver and started acting more familiar with everyone (esp w/ ppl i got closer to through @joyladagang like @cankersoregirl, @feralmuskyscentedhoepran, @loserlesbianongsa etc.)

i'm grateful to a lot of people on here, truly. it's not supposed to be a shoutout post so i won't be tagging any more people (esp since i would have to tag everyone who follows me plus a bunch of people i follow which..it's a bit much) but i'm genuinely thankful for each person that enjoys my rants, gifs, theories or wtv the things i post classify as, whether they found a post by accident or follow the blog. and i'm grateful to the creators i follow, and i'm happy to talk to so many sweet, smart and funny individuals on various topics daily.

so this is where my blog is at right now - trying to do a bit of everything and talking a bit with everyone. my issue, tbh, is i'm trying a bit too hard to satisfy everyone which sounds ridiculous but i am a bit of a people pleaser at times so it checks out lol

#ana thats such a good question!! thats a sleepy head answer youre getting though im sorry <33 #thank you sm for asking me smth <3 #ppg #petri replies #ask game

[emptyboxheart02]

Y’all help, how much does 1/4 of a halo top ice cream tub weigh?

I used to buy oppo ice cream and 60g of that was 100ml and the tub said 100ml=82g

But I began buying halo top ice cream since the shop switched to having that on offer instead, then I had a pretty big bowl of halo top ice cream but it said it only weighed 30g. And then. The next bowl I had was a decent sized portion but my scales say it weighs 8g. Are my scales broken or is halo top ice cream REALLY light.

Also as I said in the title, how much does 1/4 of a halo top tub ACTUALLY weigh, cause I’m not sure how accurate the weight it says really is

#block dont report #pro for me not for thee #emptyboxheart #€d #€d blog #€dblr #anor3c1a #tw €d #a4a diary #a4a motivation #@na question #question #@n@ question #help #ana question #ana questions #pls reply #halo top #ice cream #low cal ice cream

[longagoitwastuesday]

Hi, can i ask you why in your opinion some people consider the moors a proper character in wuthering heights? Do you think the story would have been so different if it had been set in a different location?

I've wanted to sit on this for a bit to see if I changed my opinion/reaction, because I thought of an answer instantly. I'm going to be sincere, what I thought was "because people have not read enough (good) books".

I'm not entirely sure why people consider the moors a proper character because I don't think it works as one at all. I imagine a big part of the reason why is the appeal of the aesthetic and how powerful an impact it has had culturally and even in general in the collective imaginary, but I don't think that's exclusively due to Wuthering Heights. Trying to dig more, I'd say it's because of the importance it has for the characters, emotionally, narratively and symbolically. And, digging even more, I imagine it's due to the metaphysical bond and even ontological identification between moors and characters some people read into it.

Most if not all of these characteristics are typical of significant settings in books, though. They don't necessarily confer the settings the title of "character". And, as much abstract personality as they may have, in my opinion the moors are lacking something to be comfortable calling them so. In Wuthering Heights I'd say the house itself, Wuthering Heights, feels more like a character to me than the moors. Still, I'd say even then there's a certain something missing.

As much character or importance in ambience setting Bly Manor has in The turn of the screw, I don't think one could freely say it's a character on itself; that's sort of the situation with the moors in Wuthering Heights, I think. In comparison, Comala in Pedro Páramo, Hill House in The haunting of Hill House, Macondo in One hundred years of solitude or Vetusta in La Regenta, to name a few, feel a lot more like characters. They are books in which the settings themselves feel fleshed out with care, thoroughly developed like a character, and they even read as having a certain will of their own, as actively participating in the narrative at times. The moors in Wuthering Heights don't work that way. And it's not a bad thing. They don't have to, that's not their role.

Now, on the question about whether I think the story would be so different if set in some other location... I think the answer is both yes and no? Of course the book would never have been exactly the same had it taken place somewhere else, and the heather and in general the description of wildlife and vegetation are symbolically meaningful. But also, I didn't have a clear image of what the moors were when I first read the book. I imagined something infertile, isolated and cold, but that's it, and it worked. I didn't know how the English moors were at all.

I do think the isolation aspect is necessary to make Wuthering Heights, and I'd say perhaps even the cold and generally bad weather, but it's also true in a similarish way Pedro Páramo works with a place that is very hot. Ultimately it's up to the writer, and it will work if it's well written and well waved alongside the other parts forming the book. Wuthering Heights was waved with the moors in mind specifically, and it works. Would the story in abstract be much different if set somewhere else? Not necessarily, probably not, but it wouldn't be exactly Wuthering Heights, just as it wouldn't be if one were to change any other of its characteristics.

#The stormy windy weather works very well with Cathy's moods specifically for example but I don't think we see her be influenced or changed #by the weather the way Ana's mood is influenced by the rain in La Regenta for example. Which doesn't make the moody weather less important #It has symbolic and aesthetic aspect and in art that's very important on its own #Is the weather/wildlife/vegetation/setting important in Wuthering Heights? Yes of course #Could one set a similar story somewhere else and still be able to convey a similar effect and mood? Also yes. There are examples #I think I've talked about this before with both @faintingheroine and @13eyond13. About the importance of the setting in Wuthering Heights #and how other similar stories could be set in some other very different places. Or how despite the setting being very particular #in Wuthering Heights the story works and is very popular in other very different and at times faraway countries (such as Japan for example) #because more than the specificity of the moors the setting depends on the infertility perhaps‚ the mood it sets #and how it works with the narrative and characters‚ and mainly the isolation #One can easily translate that into something relevant to their own place and culture so to speak #I didn't want to include this (and some other things haha) in my reply to avoid making it longer still‚ but here it is just in case #Also there's an idealisation of Wuthering Heights in certain particular aspects‚which is something I talk about often with @faintingheroine #I think that too plays a role in making people consider the moors a proper character on its own #The topic is very interesting and this was fun to think about. Thanks for the question! #I hope my reply was articulated enough. I've been awake for thirty hours. I'll try to remember to come back later and give a look though #I talk too much #Wuthering Heights

[fightingdragonswithwho]

best bestie youre almost done with oitnb!!! i wish i rmr better what happened but as always i watched the show in like 2 weeks and forgot it all the next day 💀 do u still love alex? is piper still annoying?

(and i HAD to run here with my first love love love u so so much and ty for being u of the day 💞💘💕💘💗💗💗💞💘💘. also we need tabitha back so i can send u new screenshots of her 😭)

love youuuuuu <33

best bestie, hiiii!! pls, you're just like me fr because i started this show in the 11th of january and i'm on the last season already?? 😭 i am still very much in love with alex (her s5 fit with the white tank top was very personal to me) and i only kind of wish we had more of her personal story! piper truly tested my patience during s3 and 4 and her whole "gangsta with an A" era, like girlie was truly just saying anything dhnksnnf but she's better again and i do think her and alex are really cute and the prison wedding had me SOBBING! when she's just being a little out of touch piper is when she truly thrives! 💀

But i love this assemble of characters so much, they're all so good! So glad we got more of taystee, cindy and suzanne as the show progressed, i love their stories so much (will never get over what happened to my sweet baby Poussey 😔) and still in love with Nicky and her relationship with Red, my little family 😭 and the way she loves Lorna :( and Maritza and Flaca’s friendship is everything to me! i just basically love every character and i will in fact shut up now kfhndkimnklmf

THANK YOU for checking in, bestie! and for letting me ramble about this show 😭😭 we do need queen tabitha back and i hope that call sheet for s4 was factual and she is back! i love you so much bestie bestie and hope you're having the most amazing jess wednesday!! and that school has been going well and not too stressful!! 💞💘💕💘💗💗💗💞💘💘

#this is so long i’m sorry 😭😭 #i stopped listing characters but also daya and her mom <3 just basically everyone jsbdfjdsnd expect piper in s3 <3 #s7 will be so sad i can already tell with Maritza's story and Red starting to show signs of sickness :( #this show made me laugh so much but also at what cost 😭 okay i'll shut up now fkhfkmklf #hope you're well bestie!! our succession sundays are almost here!! #ask! #ana! replies #lovely people <3 #H 🍁

[anawrites3]

Ana seeing as Ive just finished reading the Captive Prince trilogy, Im iching for a sladick AU with a similar premise.

In the books they mention that slaves/pets are trained to take cock well before they lose their virginity.

If Dick was given to Slade (not a Prince, maybe a member of nobility? A slave trainer? Whatever role you like)...

Ahh that's great! I havent read it yet because I just cant put my hands on it, it's so expensive here :( and I dont think any libraries nearby have it haha

But I'm always all in for some slave/master dynamics 😏💕 so have a little story, I hope it's what you were thinking about!

Dick breathed out slowly in an attempt to calm down even just slightly, and his breath shook almost as badly as his hands did when he was shading his robe. Lord Slade Wilson, the man that was his master now, was sitting comfortably on the settee in front of him, watching Dick like a predator watches its prey. He was sprawled on the soft cushions with his legs spread comfortably, his pants untied and lowered just enough to uncover his erected cock.

The thin material of Dick's robe pooled around his feet and for a moment he allowed himself to just stand there, letting Slade's hungry gaze wander around his body. It's not like it was covering much in the first place but without it Dick suddenly felt much more vulnerable.

"Do you know what to do, boy?" Slade drawled in a low voice.

With those few words, he interrupted the silence that wasn't exactly comforting but still made the whole situation feel more surreal. As if it was just a distant dream or, more precisely, a nightmare. A few words, that's all it took Slade to made everything feel so much more real for Dick.

Dick shouldn't even be there. He was a prince, even after being betrayed and sold, even after being bought by men that "trained" pleasure slaves and... and after being forced to go through said training himself- he still was a prince of Gotham, the first son of king Bruce Wayne. He shouldn't be there, gifted to lord Wilson to be his slave and do everything the man wanted.

Still, what left his mouth was, "Yes, master."

Slade kept watching him. Dick looked back, his heart pounding against his ribcage, painfully aware of every inch of his naked body, still bruised from the last time his trainers punished him.

The man patted wordlessly at his thighs and Dick stepped closer, close enough to put his hands on Slade's shoulders and take a seat on his lap. Slade's hands seemed to be scorching hot when they found their place on Dick's waist and for a moment Dick was sure that they would leave marks on his skin with barely any touch. But no - it was just Dick who was cold, still not used to this realm's weather.

Slade traced his hipbone with his thumb.

"They told me no one touched you before." He mused. "Is that true?"

Dick lowered his gaze. He wet his lips with his tongue, hating how nervous he still got while talking about it after everything he already went through.

"Yes, master. I'm fully yours."

Slade's fingers dug into his skin as Dick got pulled closer to the man, so close that their chests were pressed together, Slade's cock rubbing against his stomach.

"But you still know what to do." Slade said, more a statement than a question.

Dick swallowed, "I've been trained well."

The settee whispered when Slade leaned back against it more comfortably. He continued watching Dick's every reaction, his every move. It wasn't how Dick imagined a lover would ever look at him.

But that was before. Now he was just a pleasure slave, property of his master.

"Show me then, little bird." Slade purred out, the corner of his lips twitching up in a smirk. "Let's see how good you are."

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[wantbytaemin]

listen.. ive had a little bit to drink admittedly and that affects things for sure and it’s unwise to post this but like this is my diary and ive tried to talk myself out of this whole crush thing so hard but im stubborn apparently and can’t really stop which is so messed up and annoying and frustrating

#i don’t even wanna do anything else but talk to them on the phone or whatever but i can’t even reply to texts bc i go to do it and then im #like ana no it makes no sense and leads nowhere ultimately. so what GIVES why won’t it just leave me alone #on a fully Real intensely honest note all that romantic involvement with /me/ could bring someone is hurt and suffering just bc of the way #i am it’s not even maybe my ~fault per se it just is what it is #i have to hurt them a little to avoid hurting them a lot which 💆🏼‍♀️ let’s pretend im ok with that

[eikonbound]

She nervously moved in her spot on the couch, watching Byron unwrapping the gift she had picked for him. Normally she never had great trouble thinking of one but the one for him had been difficult. With rising anxiety, she saw him unfolding a jacket of dark green colour — contrasting the familiar red of their family.

Red roses and feathers, according to the tradition of House Rosfied of Rosalith and Phoenix Gate, hab been carefully embroidered on the fabric. “It is lined with fur,” Anabella explained while her cheeks took a pinkish colour. “So you will not find yourself cold when we are hunting at Phoenix Gate.”

Yes indeed, she had swayed her husband to allow her and Byron to spend a few weeks up there for the hunting season; without having told Byron beforehand.

Byron was trying to be careful about unwrapping Anabella's gift. Admittedly, he had given it a small shake at first, an eager grin on his face, ( "I can't hear anything; this isn't fragile, is it?" ) but once he realized how important it was to her, he shaped up and took the moment seriously. The grin remained, though -- it felt like a special, important thing to be given a gift from Anabella. Byron got the sense that she didn't hand them out very often.

With care, he peeled away the last layer of wrapping and then let out a soft gasp at the garment before him. Byron's mouth hung slightly agape, his smile returning (even wider this time) as Anabella explained the reason behind the gift.

He placed it back down in his lap and turned to her. "Truly? We're going to hunt together?" he repeated, excitement filling him at once. "This is fantastic, Ana. I'll be so warm, and I'll fit right in. This was extremely thoughtful."

Although he had never hugged Anabella before, he felt overcome by a joy for her companionship that always compelled him to show affection to friends and family. And so, Byron leaned forward and gave her a soft but solid embrace. "Thank you so much, Ana."

@creatrix-mea

#you know when you reply to something and it makes you smile the whole time you're writing it #ya that's how i felt with this #he is so touched and honored #also it's the first of many hugs #creatrixmea #( byron / ana ) ; i had been lost to you / flew like a moth to you ( creatrixmea )