#and then enthralled red dragon happened like '...fuck'

[jeeaark]

Crack Theory #2

Now that the drama is out of the way, got another crack theory on how it went down in Emp's head over Dat Dumb Choice™.

I call this the 'sees no downside' strategy. The 'safe than sorry', 'didn't see that coming', 'agree to disagree', 'wishes Greygold the best but count me out', 'ain't about those odds' strategy.

If the worse case scenario did happen with Orpheus, or even if Orpheus solely targeted the Emperor, it's hard to think of a counter-measure to not only restrain an enthralled Emperor but a cranky Orpheus without the prince retaliating by releasing a hold on our mind-protection as well.....

Ha, I just realized you can't even eat the dude's brains thereafter with Emps busy being enthralled too. What a worst-case disaster.

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #the emperor bg3 #bg3 orpheus #bg3 fanart #greygold #bg3 comic #Like this is if Emps was running on squid logic rather than squid emotions in decision-making #When Emps said they were gonna 'join' the other side they thought like.....at the bar not the front-lines. #still mad about this choice can you tell #crack theory 1 #what if emps tried to teleport like at the opposite side of the city trying not to get involved #and then enthralled red dragon happened like '...fuck'

[freedjustineshipping]

Mirafraxus + " I'm yours. " from the smut prompt list. requested by anonymous. explicit content

Imprints that would blossom into beautiful bruises had been left on his wrists from when Freed had pinned him to the bed earlier, the grip firm and steady and providing promise for an intense night. His neck and chest were covered in various marks left by sharp teeth of his two lovers. Lipstick stains from Mirajane's kisses mingled amongst the bite marks, and Freed's skin hadn't been left untouched by them either.

Now, his hands were tied to their bed's headboard. Freed had aliented the use of his cravat to bind him into position and his muscles felt strained because of how long he had remained in that very pose, hands bound behind him and pleasure rippling through his whole body thanks to the treatment he was getting by his boyfriend and girlfriend.

Laxus was absolutely thrilled, a newfound joy, his broad chest heaving and lowering with stuttering breaths. It almost became too much.

With the taste of Mirajane's arousal fresh on his tongue and the slightly painful but delicious feeling of his ass being prepared by Freed's long fingers, the dragon slayer watched how the she-devil withdrew from his person. Being wedged between her voluptuous thighs was heaven on earth but it had been equal parts torture and pleasure to have her hover above his face without being allowed to please her to full extent. She had gazed down at him, blue eyes half-lidded, and lips curled into an unholy smile as she pleasured herself. Her fingers had rolled over her sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing and stroking herself, until she had climaxed for the first time.

And all Laxus had been allowed to do was to watch, her strong scent of arousal assaulting his sensitive nose, and a throaty growl of need coming forth that turned into an almost pathetic sound as he could only watch how she came undone above him with a loud moan.

Well, that wasn't completely right. She had been merciful enough to allow his tongue to slip into her warm core every now and then, using him for her pleasure whenever she deemed it necessary, before forcing him again to lie back and watch.

Laxus turned his head to follow where Mirajane was going, the bed shifting as she moved off it, but then a deep voice beckoned his attention.

"Eyes on me, Laxus."

And he complied without a second of hesitation, his gaze meeting Freed's. He was completely enthralled by the situation and his senses were almost stimulated to the max with everything that was happening. The bite marks stung beautifully, the fabric of the cravat burnt into his wrists. His tongue wanted to taste more, his dick was begging for friction and his ass already missed being filled by something. Anything.

Freed left an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of Laxus' thigh before sinking his teeth into the flesh and Laxus groaned, his cock hard and leaking precum. He had no idea how long he could fucking last but he had a feeling that he would find out very soon.

There was another slice of mercy when Freed indulged him with his hot mouth against his cock. His breath was damp and his tongue wet against his flesh as he moved it along the underside of his dick with slight pressure. The tip of Freed's tongue smoothed over his slit and they both groaned, his boyfriend's eyes meeting his in a heated display of affection. Then that devil smirked, satisfied by the taste he had gotten, before he firmly spread Laxus' legs as far as his flexibility allowed him to and Laxus gasped.

He heard a faint chuckle from across the room, Mirajane's melodic, sweet voice, but was distracted by how Freed's lubed cock was teasing his ass. Laxus' cheeks were red, his body shuddered and his cock twitched. "Just fuck me, Freed, please. Mess me up." He needed to be given something, wanted more. Mirajane and Freed had strung him along for what felt like hours. He was wholly aware that, tonight, he was there for their pleasure. His own was not of importance. He was essentially their toy, free to use to their own wants and needs.

And that was fucking hot.

For the longest time Laxus had never dared to guess that he had this side in him but both Mira and Freed proved otherwise. They taught him how to let go and took shame from him.

Although he still felt a little embarrassed by how needy he sounded. He couldn't it help.

His words certainly seem to have struck a nerve. The hunger in Freed's eyes was hard to miss, so was the mischief.

"I assure you, Laxus-," Freed's voice was rough and lust-filled as it travelled over to him. "You'll be quivering, whimpering and unable to move once we are done with you."

Fuck. Yes, that's what he wanted. Needed.

Mirajane appeared on Freed's side and pulled him into a slow kiss, their tongues meeting. They both groaned into it and Laxus was, again, forced to watch. Mira's hand sneaked to where his and Freed's body were almost fully connecting but she neglected his cock in favor of giving a firm stroke to Freed's, and the green-haired man released another throaty groan into her mouth. Her grasp kept gliding along his shaft and their sounds blended into a lustful harmony, perfectly responding to one another.

Laxus moaned miserably, his hands instinctively twitching as he wanted to move forward but was held back by the restraint. He was absorbing the sight of his lovers kissing and melting into one another, his legs still held by Freed's strong grip, trembling.

Then they broke apart with a shuddering breath and suddenly all the attention was on him again. The bed shifted when Mira positioned herself next to his torso, her eyes sparking with a deviousness he had learned to love, but his breath hitched when she showed him the riding crop in her hand.

There was little time to spend too many thoughts on the toy when he felt a probing nudge to his ass before being split apart by Freed's thick cock.

His lips parted in a moan and his eyes rolled back into his head, back arching amd thick muscles tensing when Freed filled him to the brim. For a moment he felt like he wasn't able to breathe with how much he had needed this touch and with how full he was feeling now.

"F-Fuck…" He had reached the point of paying no mind to how he sounded or how he moved. Mirajane and Freed were all he cared about, and how they used him to their pleasure. Giving him pleasure by doing so. The curse slipping from his lips was weak, almost a mewl. They were the only ones who'd ever get to hear the lightning dragon slayer like this. It was wonderful.

A pleased growl rumbled in the back of Freed's throat. Laxus knew he loved feeling his tight, warm ass around him. "Look how good you take it, Laxus," he hummed in praise and the dragon slayer's chest swelled with pleasure and affection even though it was hard to focus.

"So, so good…," Mirajane joined with a purr. The comparably cold material of the riding crop brushed his taut abs, wandering further up to his pecs and just in time with Freed's first thrust Mira whipped the crop across one of his nipples. Laxus moaned out in pleasure and pain alike, boring his sharp canines into his lower lip so they almost drew blood. The whip hadn't been too harsh but it had been precise and hard enough to sting pleasantly all the while Freed had begun to gyrate his hips, then gone over to fuck him relentlessly.

Laxus didn't know what to do with himself. His mind was everywhere and nowhere. He had long been reduced to a needy mess and his body was writhing. No doubt that, by the end of this night, he would neither be able to walk nor know where's left and where's right.

Mirajane clearly indulged in the sight, a smile on lips, hot and heavy. Her blue eyes watched where Freed's and his body connected, where he drove himself into him again and again, then her gaze lingered on Laxus' cock and then that smile targeted him as she climbed on top of his shaking frame.

The headboard he was bound to was being slammed against the wall with how vigorously he was being fucked and all kinds of incoherent sounds were falling from his lips. Moans, pleas, whimpers, all of them.

Freed's sounds were mingling with his and it only got better when he adjusted the angle, driving himself into him even deeper. His prostate was being hit with every thrust and he was tumbling on the line between sanity and insanity. Laxus faintly registered how the riding crop travelled across his chest and how Mira let his leaking cock slide between the lips of her pussy. She was so wet again, aroused by the sight of her boyfriends, by their sounds and by their shared pleasure.

Laxus gasped when her slick wetness coated his cock but he remembered that he was still here for their pleasure mainly. They weren't there for his. Not tonight. Tonight, they were indulging in a clear power imbalance and it couldn't be any more delicious.

"Mhhhh, yes…" Mira hummed as she began to tease her clit with Laxus' cock, rocking her hips and letting it slide between her lower lips without ever letting it slide into her. Behind her Freed was leaning in to leave a kiss on Mira's neck, breathily moaning against her perfect skin. He felt how Freed pulled out of him almost entirely just to slam back inside and Laxus gasped, hard. Tasty, stinging pain joined him again when Mira whipped his other nipple while she kept pleasing her slit and clit with his cock and it took him a moment to process that she had said something.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier? Who do you belong to, dear?" Mira was gazing down at him, demanding. Laxus saw that she had to bite her lip for a moment as pleasure continued to build up inside her again but her gaze on him was intense and her demanding words underlined with a delicious groan.

Laxus felt overwhelmed. By everything that was going on. His body was overriden with pleasure. The friction he finally received on his cock was divine even if he would love to be inside her warmth, the stinging pain intoxicating, Freed's thrusts sending him to the brink. He felt how his boyfriend's cock swelled inside of him with a building orgasm and fuck, he just wanted to tumble over that edge. He was so close.

"Say it, Laxus." Freed's voice wasn't any less demanding, tone authoritative though breathless and strained with moans, and making Laxus want to give in. To them. To his pleasure. To everything he had thought he couldn't be but was clearly proven wrong.

"F-Fuck-" Laxus spluttered forward and his confession was almost drowned out by the sound of mingling moans, the wooden headboard banging against the wall, and his own shameless scream of pleasure that melted into his words when he came. "I'm yours, fuck, I'm yours!"

The orgasm felt like heaven's blessing and he knew that it was true. The only heaven he'd ever go to was heaven with them, his two devils no less. Every muscle in his broad body clenched, a sharp tug on the restraint made him feel the burn once more and his jaw slacked. Sweat was covering his skin and as spurt after spurt of cum shot from his dick he felt how Mira rode on the wave of her own orgasm, her arousal mixing with his release. Her moans were high-pitched and lovely and his own turned into mere mewls, his cheeks burning red with exhausting and the feel of Freed spilling himself inside him, his cum coating the walls of his ass and leaking out of it as his thrusts stuttered and slowly ebbed away into slow, lazy movements.

As all three of them were spent and panting, Laxus felt how Freed pulled out of him, careful not to move too quickly. One last weak moan left his lips at the loss of pressure and his legs trembled as Freed slowly set them down on the bed.

Mira had abandoned the riding crop. Her eyes were closed in bliss, and a tired smile took over her lips when Freed leaned in behind her to leave a soft kiss against her shoulder blade.

Laxus barely had the strength to open his eyes, fixed on controlling his breathing. But when he did and set his gaze upon the sight of his two dishevelled lovers, he couldn't help the smile that took over his features. He was blissfully exhausted, he would without doubt be sore in the morning and he was absolutely going to admire all the marks in the mirror Freed and Mirajane had left on him. He couldn't wait.

But now a glorious and peaceful time of aftercare was awaiting him and god, fuck, he needed and looked forward to it.

Freed and Mira both smiled at him, adoring his sight. Mira shared a short, loving kiss with Freed before leaning down to share her lips with Laxus, and just shortly after Freed came to stand by the side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Laxus as well once Mira had withdrawn.

He savored their touches, savored their scents and faintly registered how Freed began to undo the tie around his wrists.

Laxus really was theirs, and the love the three of them had for each other was endless.

#fairy tail #laxus dreyar #freed justine #mirajane strauss #mirafraxus #fraxus #miraxus #mirafreed #thank you for sending in the request anon! I'm very rusty I havent written for so long #but I hope this is too your liking! <3

[vegalocity]

Read a short Chimera fic where both Xiaotian and Xiaojiao are expecting, so could we do "you’re cute when you’re all sappy and in love." again with Red being enthralled by them?

Dialogue meme

"you’re cute when you’re all sappy and in love."

Local fire cow is a complete fucking sap for his husband and wife more at 8

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He’d been over the moon when Xiaojiao told them both she was expecting, he’d thought it might be the best day of his life, to learn that with the two greatest loves he could have ever asked for, he was to be a parent soon.

And then a month later Xiaotian found out about their own pregnancy as well, and THAT certainly had to be the best day of his life. To know not just one of his loves, but BOTH of them were with child. It was something he would never have dared to hope for, not in his wildest dreams.

But he knew both of those moments would eventually pale in comparison to the days those two little bumps on either of his loves forms turned into the gurgly squirmy babies they were destined to be.

Now, naturally, this wasn’t exactly a safe setup right now, with both the Monkie Kid and their right hand Dragon out of commission for risk of hurting the babies, And the knowledge that both were with child could and would easily bring scores of demons out of the woodwork, looking to take out ‘the heroes’ while they were indisposed.

So even though it was old fashioned, Red Son found himself stealing away with his loves and holing up in a small cabin in the middle of the forest as they all adjusted. The others could come and go as they pleased of course, Xiaojiao’s parents liked to pop in at random to check up on things, and one time it was while his own parents were doing the same so that was fun. Pigsy and the others were more regular, every Sunday on the dot. Pigsy missed his kids being around, and though there were times where Red’s instincts were going absolutely haywire with the need to protect either of his mates, he did his best to reign them in while there was company. Pigsy had only barely warmed up to him before all of this had started, and though he didn’t care much what the swine thought about him he didn’t want Xiaotian and Xiaojiao to be angry with him, so he barely held himself back.

It wasn’t exactly heaven of course, there were mood swings, cravings, and swollen ankles, and a lot of it happening at the same time, so there were moments when his two loves, absolute best friends till the end with eachother, were screaming at eachother over something stupid and he had to play referee, or both were absolutely insatiable and Red found it difficult to keep up with two sets of supernatural stamina at once.

But for every exhausting frustrating moment, there were ten more of pure bliss, and Red Son would never have even thought to complain about it.

Like right now.

Right now he had been going to grab some snacks for the movie they were watching, fishing out some spicy chips for himself, the entire pickle jar for Xiaojiao and the far more reasonable kettle corn for Xiaotian. If it hadn’t been demonstrated at this point that it was getting difficult for either of them to get up quickly he would have accused his lovers of getting lazy and taking advantage of how completely weak he was to either of them right now and that set of adorable twin baby bumps.

But as it was he wouldn’t dare complain, even in jest, because how could he see this as anything but a gift he could never have predicted let alone hoped for?

He looked into the TV room then, a bowl balanced in one hand, the other loosely gripping chips, with the pickle jar wedged between his arm and hip, and took in the sight, doing his best not to internally turn into a puddle of goo. It was difficult, as not for the first and certainly not the last time, he found himself absolutely breathless.

Xiaotian and Xiaojiao were cuddled next to eachother, pilling in the space he’d just vacated to leech off of the residual heat, likely to pull apart again when their ‘living space heater’ returned (a joke Xiaojiao had coined once it became obvious that while their cabin was plenty warm, they were both much more prone to getting the chills now) swollen bellies pressed together slightly, as if to allow the babies within some cuddling as well. They hadn’t lowered the lights for the movie yet, so the warm glow of the cabin let everything up in soft tones, They were speaking quietly with eachother, like two halves of the same whole (or rather ‘two of three thirds’ as they’d correct him if he’d voiced that one out loud) and the gentle quiet giggles shared between lit every neuron in his brain up with delight.

It was hard to remember, at times, that time long ago when the sight of either of them had filled him with aggravation, it almost didn’t even feel real. How on Earth could he have ever looked at these two and seen anything but what he could see right now? The shared bright cheerfulness that could light up even the darkest mood, Xiaojiao’s playful mischievous grin, Xiaotian’s sweet shy grin, the way they both moved to compliment eachother perfectly. It was an absolute miracle that they’d decided to let him into their little world.

Red Son was too busy admiring his mates that though they weren't taking too much effort into speaking quietly he was yet still completely deaf to their actual words.

“Awww MK look, Red Boy’s stuck in an affection loop again!”

“Oh shit! Should we break him out of it? We do have a movie to watch-”

“But he looks so cute when he’s all sappy and in love…”

“That’s a good point…We’ll give him a minute, but I want that kettle corn..”

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#Letters to Vega #vega writes stories too #Chimerashipping #lmk Red Son #Qi Xiaotian #Long Xiaojiao #Red really out here going full catatonic with heart eyes

[teddy06writes]

A Night In Las Vegas

requested by this anon: “I had the BEST idea: CC!Quackity came up with the idea of his Las Nevadas character arc after going to Las Vegas and meeting Reader there. Maybe one night the reader decides to go and twitch and finds quackity doing a lore stream and the reader is like: no way, it’s the guy I met in Vegas.”

{I love this concept, sorry it took so long for me to get out}

Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: some swears

premise: after getting ditched by your friends on the last night of your long weekend in vegas you run into a very interesting guy who doesn’t hesitate to befriend you. But what happens months later when he still seems to be running circles in your mind?

{covid don’t exist here, no sir}

{for the sake of the story, readers favorite color is blue, if its not, either pretend it is, or get over it}

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10:34pm

“You can’t just- you can’t kick me out!” You yelled. 

Your bestfriend laughed, “Just find somewhere to go for a few hours! Me and Hunter want alone time!” 

“A few fucking hours!?! Seriously?!” But your duffle bag had already been thrown at your feet, and the hotel door room was swinging closed, muffled giggles coming from inside.

Groaning, you picked up your bag, where were you supposed to go now? 

“Not that I was like- listening in or anything- but damn that sucks.” 

You jumped turning to see a man with black hair sticking out of his beanie standing in front of the door diagonal from yours. 

“Uh- yeah. Last night in Vegas and I get ditched for a random hook up,” You scoffed, “I should’ve known it would happen.” 

“That’s not cool, uh- I’m Alex.” He stepped forward, offering his hand. 

Somewhat reluctantly, you shook his hand, “(y/n).” 

He nodded, “I was going to head out for a late night wander, find something to do-, preferably away from all the hookups that seem to be happing around us right now. If you want to come.” 

You glanced around, “Seriously?” 

“Oh- god that did sound kinda creepy didn’t it,” Alex scrubbed a hand over his face, “Sorry- I- you can just forget about this then-” 

“No! I mean- You don’t seem like a rapist or anything. I’ll come with.” 

He grinned, “Poggers, you can, leave that, in my room, if you want. Just seems like a pain to lug around everywhere.” 

You bit your lip, “Leaving my belongings in a strangers room while I go with said stranger to find something interesting to do, sure- why not?”

~~

10:57pm

Somehow, you found yourself wandering out of the hotel lobby, and onto the crowded streets along side Alex. 

“So.... whats your favorite color?” He asked as you walked.

You laughed, “What?” 

“We’re like, total strangers- it was a question, to get to know you.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. 

“Oh, well-” before you could finish your sentence, there was a large amount of gasps and yells from the crowd in front of you.

“What’s going on?” Alex asked quietly. 

You craned your neck to look over the crowd, gasping, “The water show! With the fountains outside of Caesar’s Palace!” You grabbed his hand, tugging him with you to push through the crowd, “This was the whole reason I agreed to this trip- but we never got to it!” 

You shoved your way through the crowd until you got to the front, pressing against the barrier to watch the fountain display. 

“Holy shit.” You heard him mutter from beside you. 

You grinned, “It’s impressive right?” 

“Imagine the coding it would take to get those things to stay on time.” 

~~

11:27pm 

After the show had ended, you had kept wandering for a while, up the strip, asking various questions back and forth. 

You had found out that he was a Minecraft youtuber and a law student, though you’d had to admit, you weren’t too knowledgeable on either that subject. 

Now you were both staring up at the Dave and Busters sign, “This is a good idea right?” 

He nodded, “Definitely. Come on, I’d bet I could beat you at skee ball!” 

Laughing, you followed him into the building, and up the stairs toward the arcade entrance, “Your on!” 

After buying the credit cards for access to the games, you grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the skee ball lanes. 

“Lets go!” He shouted, a few minutes later, upon realizing your score was a total of 10 points behind his, “I’m popping off!”

You laughed, “Okay, what game’s next?” 

Nearly an hour later, you had both run out of credits, and laughing, made you way up to the prize area. 

“Do you think its possible to compile our tickets?” He asked. 

“Why?” 

You followed his pointing finger to the large stuffed dragons sitting on one shelf. 

“We need him.” You said immediately.

After picking out a bright red dragon, you began to argue over the name as you made your way to the counter. 

“What about Carl?” You suggested. 

He shook his head, “I have a friend named Karl.” 

“How ‘bout........ Phil?” 

“I also know a Phil.” 

“Hmmmm, what about Sebastian?” 

“He doesn’t look like a Sebastian!” 

You frowned, “Well do you have any ideas then?” 

Alex thought for a moment, “Albert.” 

You looked down at the dragon, “Albert it is.” 

At the counter Alex convinced the reluctant worker to allow you to use both the cards credit totals, and then you went happily on your way out of the building, stopping to take a picture of Albert in front of the sign, which Alex posted to twitter with the comment of, “Look at our son!” 

You’d staid mostly out of frame, but he managed to get about half of your side, since you were the one holding Albert. 

“Do you think any pf the buffets are still open?” Alex asked. 

“I hope so, I’m starving.” You giggled. 

~~ 12:06am

The buffet was somewhat deserted, and you and Alex had grabbed seats in one of the corners after getting plates full of food.

Albert sat on the table between you as you talked. 

“So it’s roleplay- but in Minecraft?” You asked, barley holding back a laugh.

He nodded, chuckling, “It sounds stupid, I know, but it’s like- huge. Especially since technically I’m getting back into the main lore now, with the whole project: vegas thing.” 

“Project Vegas?” You asked. 

He nodded again, “My character, he’s been through almost everything that's happened, and everything always ends to blow up in his face, literally sometimes. He’s built contries from the ground up- as stupid as that sounds- but they always fail, but this one won’t fail.

“I’m partnering with another guy on the server to set up a whole economy, he’s making a bank, and I’m making- well I’m making my own Vegas.” 

You took a sip of your drink, “What’s it going to be called?” 

“I haven’t figured it out yet,” He admitted, “I wanted to just call it Las Vegas but the names already taken.”

With a chuckle you shifted in your seat, “What about....- what about Las Nevada's?” 

He laughed, “I like that.” 

“Tell me more about this server then, I still don’t understand the story.” 

With another chuckle he launched into the story, “Well, it all started when this guy called Wilbur Soot decided he wanted to start a nation....”

~~ 3:18am

“Blue.” 

You were back at the hotel now, still with Quackity, sitting out on the balcony of his room. Some how, you had ended up having some slightly deep talk about life and death and a million other things before lapsing into silence, simply watching the blinking lights of the city. 

“What?” He asked softly. 

“You asked me my favorite color, ten minutes after we met. It’s blue- that's my favorite color.” You shivered against a cold breeze. 

Alex shifted minutely closer, “Why?” 

You shrugged, “It can be so many things. Deep and dark and mysterious but also light like the summer sky and filled with hope. There’s a million shades from happiness to anger, and to everyone it could mean something else.” 

“I like that.” He said quietly. 

~~

7:04am

You yawned, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as the car drew closer to the airport.

Alex tapped on the steering wheel in time with the music, quietly humming along. 

“Oh, I see my friend, they actually waited for me.” You said as the car pulled up to the curb. 

“How considerate.” He chuckled, climbing out of the car. 

You followed suit, retrieving your duffle bag from the back seat. 

“Well, it was cool knowing you Alex.” You said. 

“Likewise.” 

Before you started to walk away you remembered, and quickly turned back to where he was standing, pulling Albert out of your bag, “Here, he’s yours. You spent more tickets on him than I did.” 

He shook his head, “Keep him. I give you full custody of our son.” 

“Oh- okay... bye then.” 

You barley made it a few steps before he was quickly catching up to you, grabbing your arm and spinning you to press his lips on yours. 

“Good luck with your shitty friends.” He breathed, before hurrying back to his car, leaving you flustered and running to catch up to your friend. 

~~

One and A Half Months later

It had been over a month since the Vegas trip, but you still hadn’t gotten Alex out of your head. 

You had clicked, on some level, and the late night conversation you had shared seemed to keep you thinking about him.

Now, you scrolled aimlessly through twitter, checking the trending tags until you came across one called “LAS NEVADAS” 

Now that piqued your interest, and clicking on it, you found posts of people live tweeting an event- no a live stream. And not just any live stream- a Minecraft stream.

Quickly you opened a new tab, pulling up twitch as fast as you could. 

What was the name of his channel? Oh god why did you forget?

Returning to twitter you searched until you found a link, following it to a new twitch tab. 

And there he was. 

The boy who had been doing laps around your mind was actually there, talking to another character. 

“Look Sam, you and me, we could control everything. I need the bank to help fund Las Nevada’s, we can be partners.” 

You sat, watching the stream, enthralled. 

Once it had ended, you still could hardly believe you found him, quickly following another link back to his twitter and opening a direct message. 

Y/n: Um, this is awkward, idk if you remeber this, but we met in vegas, about a month ago, and I had no idea how to find you until the stream today

quackityHQ: uh, hi? 

qusckityHQ: proof?

Quickly you sent him the picture you had taken of him with Albert, 

y/n: uhhh, bam, proof? 

y/n: our son is sitting on my head board right now

quackityHQ: holy shit

#mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #teddy06 writes #teddy06

[whereplotbunniesgotodie]

I Swear

He grunted quietly as he hopped off Roach, holding back his wince at the small but sharp pain that shot up his leg. The stupid contract had specified only one harpy, easy enough. He quickly found however that it wasn't alone, and the one he'd been hired to kill was just a baby. The fight with the mother had turned out harder than he was willing to admit. He’d done it, but it had nearly cost him an arm; and his sword. Upon returning to the village he had gotten his payment for the creatures and an offer from the woman who hired him; she would put him up for free in her husband's inn as long as he needed. He'd tried to refuse but the motherly woman had tut-tutted at him and stubbornly refused to listen to him. He'd finally given up and accepted the offer when she'd crossed her arms and eyed him like a disobedient child. 

He walked slowly towards the stable, handing Roach off to a young stablehand who promised to take care of her, before scrambling off. Geralt made his way inside, the pain in his leg already easing. He ordered an ale and a meal, only slightly surprised when the young man behind the bar denied his payment. 

"Ma told me you were coming.Told me to let you eat'n drink free." He said. Geralt huffed before retreating to the furthest corner he could, ignoring the glances sent his way. He tried to get as close to a window as he could, overwhelmed as the  place smelled of ale, sick, roast meat and… Geralt looked up with a start. Blueberries, summer flowers and cinnamon.

Jaskier. That was the only person he knew who smelled of summer even in the coldest of months. It had been so long since he'd seen or heard of the bard, not that he'd admit he asked in every town he'd passed through for 8 months after the dragon hunt only stopping when the weight of not knowing if he was even still anywhere to be found grew too heavy. He grew convinced Jaskier had headed towards the growing war.

 He glanced towards the crowded area by the hearth and there he was. Jaskier stood proudly before the fire, skin awash with reds and oranges, lending him an ethereal glow. His hands were skillfully playing an all too familiar tune and Geralt had to fight the urge to stand and approach him. The witcher vaguely noticed a quick movement as the young man from the bar set down his meal and ale.

Jaskier didn't seem to see him, the bard too enthralled by his audience. His song finished, he took a deep bow, smiling brightly, and the clink of coins falling into his lute case drowned out his words. 

A few moments later, when the fuss had eased and no one was paying him any mind, he knelt behind his case and gingerly set the lute within. He sighed deeply and the smile on his lips faded, the shadows that contorted his features made him seem far too melancholy. Geralt hated to see his…. No. Not his. The bard, so unlike himself; unlike who Geralt had come to know. 

Geralt stood, his meal sitting forgotten on the table, untouched. 

"Jaskier?" He said when he got close enough. He expected anything, the bard to startle, to jump, even to snap at him to leave. He didn't expect the bard to show no reaction; not even a flick of his gaze. 

"Jaskier?" He said again, had the bard gone deaf in the few moments it took to cross the room? 

"I heard you, Witcher." Jaskier said in a voice that sounded far too even and stoic for the animated man. He raised his eyes for just a second, just enough to fix Geralt with a gaze that, had he been human, would have sent him staggering. 

The bard said nothing else, tearing his gaze away as he stood with his lute case in hand. 

When he started to walk towards the stairs Geralt couldn't help but reach out and take a hold of his wrist. 

"Jaskier…"

"Don't touch me." Jaskier ground out between his teeth, shoulders tensed and hackles raised. The overwhelming stench of anger radiated from the bard and Geralt was taken aback. The anger soon mixed with the sour stench of fear and the sickly sweet smell of something else Geralt couldn't actually place 

Geralt released his wrist, an unfamiliar tightness blooming in his chest. Jaskier had never smelled of fear around him before, not even during his hunts. He watched as, even though he had released the other, Jaskier didn't move; didn't continue up the stairs. 

"If you want to talk for, whatever it's worth I guess. Room four." Jaskier said blankly over his shoulder before he finally, finally moved.

Geralt was left standing at a loss as he watched his… no, the bard, vanish up the stairs. He knew, somehow, that he wasn't actually supposed to take Jaskier up on his offer; or Jaskier didn't expect him to. But Geralt would, he had to.

The Witcher glanced back at his meal and took note of the still warm sweet bread tucked to the side of the plate. Jaskier always had a sweet tooth and took every chance he had to savor a sugary treat, he also noted that he hadn't seen Jaskier eat anything before he'd fled up the stairs. Maybe the bard had eaten before he performed but Geralt found he doubted that and so he doubled back, scooped up the sweet bread and started up the stairs himself. 

Room four was of course the only one with the door closed and the glow of candlelight flickering from beneath it. It was far too early for anyone to be going to bed… Too early for Jaskier to stop playing. Geralt could have heard, sensed that the bard was pacing, even if his staggering shadow hadn't been easily spied under the door. 

Geralt didn't even have to get closer than the hall to smell the still lingering scent of anger and fear. That was still so wrong, so unlike Jaskier. He knocked slowly, gentler than he thought he was capable of.

"Jaskier?"

The door opened and Jaskier stood there, once again bathed in orange flame and once again looking strangely ethereal.

"So you actually came, huh." He said. It wasn't a question. 

Geralt held out his hand, presenting Jaskier with the sweet bread, eyes averted. 

"You expect me to talk to the sweet roll?" There, there was a tiny spark of sarcasm, a tiny spark of Jaskier! 

"You didn't eat." Geralt muttered, keeping the bread held out in offering. "They gave me a sweet roll and… you like them."

"Since when has that mattered to you?" And there it went, back to the quiet and angry Jaskier. 

"Don't like sweets."

"Don't give me that. You'd have fought tooth and nail to get that and horde it for yourself." Jaskier muttered before he let out a deep sigh. He stepped away, still not taking the offered food, though he didn't slam the door in Geralt's face like he half expected. 

Geralt followed him as Jaskier retreated to the bed, though the witcher took a moment to close the door behind him. He set the roll down on the table beside the door and turned to look at Jaskier. The bard sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and head in his hands.

"You took me up on an offer I didn't mean to extend. But it means you want to talk. So talk." Jaskier muttered, not moving from his position on the bed. 

Geralt frowned, eyebrows pulled taught in an unusual show of nerves. 

"I'm sorry." He finally said after a beat. He looked to Jaskier, who had at his words shifted just enough to glance at him. 

"What are you doing Geralt?"

Geralt huffed. "I'm apologizing." He said, physically stepping back when that pulled a sharp, wry laugh from the bard that ended abruptly.

"Yea. I guess you are. But why? Why are you apologizing?" Jaskier asked, his tone quiet. 

"Because-" Jaskier cut the Witcher off.

"How about I guess? You found Yennefer again and she wanted nothing to do with you, right? Or did you go to her and fuck to your hearts content, only to realize your punching bag had left you and that of course simply wouldn't do! Geralt of Rivia without his punching bag?" He snarled, having stood from the bed during his rant. 

"Jaskier…" 

"Don't Jaskier me! You left me Geralt! Made sure I knew just how little I meant to you! All I was good for was shoveling shit, remember? You made that crystal clear two years ago!" He advanced on Geralt, finger jabbing into his chest and the witcher didn't stop him, too stunned by the wetness of unshed tears collecting in Jaskier's eyes to even try.

"You plainly picked Yennefer and sent me away, and I would have been fine with that! I would have been fine with you being in love with Yennefer or whatever, as long as you were still my friend! But that's not what happened! You sent Yennefer away and then regretted it. So, being the dumbass I was, I let you yell and take whatever it was out on me because I thought you'd just yell a little, and we'd be done. But you sent me away too, Geralt! And so I did what you asked! I left! I went the exact opposite way from you! I left every single village I heard you were possibly heading towards!" The tears began to fall and the overwhelming stench of anger was back. So was the sickly sweet scent that Geralt was belatedly sure was betrayal or maybe even despair.

"I didn't...Yennefer left on her own."  Geralt said when Jaskier paused for breath. He clenched his fists and started to speak again but Jaskier didn't let him.

"Smart woman." Jaskier snarled. "Smarter than me anyway. Geralt I waited for you to turn around and stop me from leaving, stop me at all. But you didn't! You decided being alone was better than being with me! Just like you decided Yennefer was better company than me! You didn't even try to find me, but I bet you found Yennefer within a fortnight!" He wiped at his wet cheeks, and when he found he couldn't stop the tears from falling, he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes.

"I looked for you!" Geralt snapped back. "I looked for months! No one had seen you!"

That seemed to startled Jaskier from his anger and he looked up, hands lowering, though new tears still rolled down his reddened cheeks.

"You looked for me?" He breathed. 

"I looked for months. Everyone said they hadn't seen anyone like you in town. I had moved away from the fighting and so, if you hadn't gone that way… I was certain you'd gone towards it. I never imagined you'd have just sidestepped me." His voice cracked ever so slightly at the end, minor enough that not many would have been able to pick up on it. 

"You thought I'd been killed." Jaskier said slowly, much quieter than he had been since Geralt entered.

"I wondered. You hadn't written anything new… not that I heard other people singing. No one had seen you in any town safe from the fighting."

Jaskier took a step back, suddenly too aware of how close he stood to Geralt. "You still left me. You pushed me away on that damn mountain and didn't seem to care about me even when I would have followed you to the ends of the planet." He said, though his anger had seemingly given way to a melancholic sadness. "What changed? Why did you start looking for me?"

How did he explain it? How did he explain he had wanted to take it all back, everything he'd said. That he'd turned and rushed towards camp, only to find it empty and his heart had dropped into his stomach. How did he explain the manic way he had searched the towns after that? How did he explain that when he was sure that conversation was the last he'd ever have with Jaskier, he'd been nearly torn apart, his heart shredded? How did he tell the bard that he was going mad from the silence his departure had caused? Could he even explain it to himself? 

"I missed you." He finally settled on. "I made a mistake on the mountain and I lost…" his fists clenched again. "I lost the only friend I had. It was so quiet without you…" he wanted to say more but Jaskier approached once again and laid a gentle hand on his chest. 

"Geralt…"

"No, listen…" Geralt gently, as gently as he could, took a hold of Jaskier's wrist and removed it from his chest, instead sliding his hand to intertwine their fingers. "I can't lie… it took me a good few hours after I yelled at you before I realized I wanted to stop you and even longer before I realized what I'd actually said, but you were already gone. I looked for you for eight months before I finally concluded you were probably dead. When I decided that, I stopped looking… Stopped anything really. Took Lambert knocking some sense into me to get me to even take a contract." 

The bard looked from Geralt's face, to their still entwined fingers and back again but he didn't speak.

"All this time on the road, alone…It's gotten to me. Made me think." His free hand reached up and cupped Jaskier's cheek, thumbing away the tears. "I got so used to you being there and it was so jarring with you gone that I realized something. Finalized the thought when I was sure you'd been killed and I'd never see you again."

"What?" Jaskier breathed.

"I love you." 

"But… I'm not Yennefer." Jaskier said slowly. "You love her…"

"No. I mean yes, I do, but not the same as you. It took me being convinced I'd lost you to make me see that…"

"That you love me?" Jaskier watched him with a million emotions in those beautiful cornflower eyes and Geralt could have wept himself, had he still held the ability to.

"Let me try again… Please, Jaski… Please, Julian. Let me try again." 

A sharp, went laugh was pulled from Jaskier's throat. "You said please. I've never heard you say please before." He murmured. 

Geralt felt his chest tighten. Jaskier was going to push him away, and though he couldn't blame him, he didn't know if he'd pull through that.

"You…I don't forgive you Geralt. Not yet." The witcher nearly cringed. "I can't… you hurt me so badly Geralt. I loved you then you know…"

"Loved?" Geralt croaked. "You...Loved me then.. But not now?"

"It… It doesn't vanish that easily Geralt. I think I still do… but-"

Geralt cut him off. "I won't hurt you again Jaskier… i won't! Just let me try again."  

Jaskier lowered his eyes, stepping away and causing Geralt's hands to fall and hang likely at his sides. 

"Geralt I…I…"

Geralt was prepared for Jaksier to act and send him away for good, say he was unforgivable and slam the door in his face. He was not prepared to catch an arm-full of sobbing bard as said bard brought their lips together in a desperate kiss. 

"One more try." Jaskier said, breathless as he leaned back just a little. "One more time like that mountain and I'm leaving for good." 

"I'll do better this time." Geralt did, leaning his forehead against the Bard's.

"Promise?" 

"I swear." Geralt whispered, before being the one to kiss Jaskier this time. 

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #long post #tw: long post #fic #my writing

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Hope To See You

Characters: Jensen x Reader

A/n: Thank you @our-jensen-ackles-love​ for this little bit of inspiration. I needed it. Single!Jensen (kind of set around season 4 in my mind). Warnings: Embarrassment? Cussing? Completely un-beta’d, all mistakes are mine (and I’m tired, so there’s probably some)

Who’s idea was this?

Who thought it was a good idea to move into a three-floor walk-up? On, like, the hottest day of the year? During the hottest part of the morning?

Finally, how on earth was it a smart decision to pack your “delicates” in a box instead of a trash bag like a normal human being? You know, one that could be tied and secured just in case said item happened to fall out of your grasp and down two flights of stairs? Also, who uses tape to make sure boxes don't open? The little foldy thing where you tuck the stupid flaps underneath each other is supposed to work to close the box. But no.

Because of your defective boxes—yes, it was the box’s fault—every bra and piece of lingerie you owned now littered the stairs of the new apartment building you were currently moving into after it bounced noisily down every step and spattered its contents everywhere as it vaulted off of every surface.

So here you were, rapidly attempting to gather your undergarments and praying to whomever was listening that your new neighbors wouldn’t peak out of their doors as you scattered passed.

This damn box managed to make it all the way to the bottom platform, so as you scrambled down the last flight of stairs with arms full of tit slingers and lacy nighties, the very last thing you wanted to see was perched on the bottom step staring dumbfounded at an array of women’s unmentionables.

A fucking gorgeous man with green eyes and perfectly tousled hair in a black t-shirt and jeans stood there with his mouth agape, “Uh… hi.” He uttered, an expression of what looked like a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

Blowing some of the hair that had managed to fall from your ponytail out of your face, you responded, “Hey. Hi. Hi.” Not entirely sure how many times you were supposed to say hello in a typical greeting, but whatevs.

His eyes stared into yours for a heavy moment before he spoke again, “Do you—do you need a hand?” Adonis dude asked.

“Um… I just kind of need that box right there.” You pointed toward the dilapidated piece of cardboard that was crumpled next to his feet.

As he bent down to retrieve it a fleeting image passed through your head of this guy leisurely walking towards the staircase twirling his keys when an explosion of lace and padding flew at him from all directions.

He unfolded the now flattened box and did the foldy thing “correctly” and allowed you to dump your armful of embarrassment into it. He graciously held the box while you hastily gathered the last few pieces and all too quickly tried to close the stupid defective thing. Granted, it seemed like he was attempting to fixate his eyesight anywhere but the thing in his hand, so at least he was gentlemanly.

You straightened your now sweat drenched tank top and brushed the hair from your eyes, “Thank you. Sorry about that.”

He laughed. Damn, how is a laugh that sexy?

“Its okay, really. Its just not everyday I come home to such interesting step decorations.”  

“Yeah.” You snickered, taking the box from his arms. “Interesting is definitely the word to describe this.”

“I’d offer to carry that for you, but uh…”

“No, that’s okay.” You huffed it onto your hip. “I’ve got it this time. I’m just going to keep both hands on it now.”

The two of you began trekking up the stairs side by side when he turned to you, “I’m Jensen, by the way.”

“Hi. I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you. What apartment are you moving into?”

“3B.”

“Oh, cool. We’ll be neighbors.”

“Really?” you said, hoping to sound cool and collected, but it came out more regretful than you’d hoped.

He—Jensen, you reminded yourself—chuckled dryly and raised an eyebrow, “Do I seem that bad already?”

“No!” you all but yelled. “No, not at all. I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant that.” Damnit. Fuck. Son of a bitch. “I, uh… I’m just a little embarrassed that I’ll have to relive this awkward moment for at least a one year lease.”

“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens.” He tried.

“Does it, now? Do you often see women slewing their most private clothing items across a very public part of their new building?” you said with a smirk, keeping your tone as light as you could to hide the dread at the recent memory.

“Well, no… but if it helps I’ll hang my laundry outside to dry if you’d like.”

You couldn’t help the giggled that escaped your lips, “Not necessary, honest. But, if you don’t mind, lets just never mention this again, please?” you asked as you reached your door, dropping the box on the ground by your feet.

“I don't know, Y/n. I may just need some conversation starters with the neighbors.”

When you whipped your head around, he was already holding his hands up in surrender, “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I won’t say anything, I swear.”

“Thanks. And thanks again for the help, Jensen—“

“Ackles.” He replied, extending a hand.

“Y/l/n.” you said, sighing a bit too deeply when his hand enveloped yours, the warmth of him seeping into your already flushed skin.

He smiled, one that made his plump lips fuse together and his dimples appear at the corners of his mouth. Of course. This is the guy that had to witness the dumpster fire that you were right now; sweating like a swamp dragon in cutoff shorts and your music festival tank top from last year and muddy chuck taylors.

When he released your sweaty palm, you opened your grey door and shoved the box of incriminating garments into your foyer, next to the plethora of other boxes you’d already brought up.

“Do you need any help bringing up your other stuff? I’m happy to help.” Jensen offered, still standing in the breezeway.

“That was actually the last box.,” you answered, shoving your hands into your pockets. “My new job hired movers for the other stuff. It got here yesterday.”

“Is that what brings you here? A new job?”

“Yeah. From the U.S. to Vancouver. Working on a show called ‘Supernatural’. I actually haven’t even seen it. My last boss recommended me for a job opening, and I guess they had a spot they desperately needed to fill, so here I am. Didn’t even have much time to research before I had to pack up and get here. I was going to binge the first season later.”

Jensen’s cheeks flushed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck shyly, “Oh, yeah. I’ve—I’ve heard of it. Let me know what you think.”

“I’ve been hearing about it since it came out a few years ago, just never got around to watching it. I’m sure I’ll love it.”

He rocked back on his heels and huffed the air from his cheeks, “Well, if you need anything, just let me know.” He began walking backwards before turning to the door directly across from yours.

“I will. Thanks, Jensen.”

“It was really nice to meet you, Y/n.” he grinned, his smile a bit too flirty to be friendly, if you were to say so yourself.

As he shut his door, you released a deep breath and let yourself into your new apartment, a bit more excited about the new chapter you were starting.

...

Later that night, after you’d mostly finished unpacking and had a very long shower, you were seated on your familiar couch with a glass of wine. Your old boss hooked you up with a copy of the first season DVDs from his own collection, so you slid it out of the small paper case and inserted the silver disc with “season 1, eps 1-5” written on it in permanent marker.

Once you pressed ‘play’, you were quickly enthralled—and heartbroken—as you saw a young father thrust a baby into another young boys arms.

“Take your brother outside as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean. Go!”

Then, about four minutes later, you were watching as Sam had a scuffle with an intruder in his apartment.

“Wait a minute.” You whispered into the empty of your own apartment.

“Easy there tiger.”

“Holy shit! That's—” You exclaimed.

After a few more scenes, you couldn’t stand it any longer.

You padded to the door in your fuzzy slippers and pj’s and flung it open, not entirely sure what you were planning to do.

Once it swung with force, you stepped into the breezeway to see a small basket sitting by your doormat. In it was a bottle of red wine, a map of Vancouver, a blanket, and a brand new copy of the first season of Supernatural, this time with a case showcasing the main actors on the sleeve cover. One of whom you now recognized as your neighbor.

An envelope sat atop the gift with a small piece of cardstock enclosed.

Y/n,

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don't know if it was because I didn't want to scare you or if it was because I was hoping to get to know you before the ‘actor’ title set in. Meeting you today was probably one of the most interesting and exciting things to happen to me in a while. I didn’t know someone could look so beautiful flustered and stumbling down the stairs after runaway undergarments.

I’d love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night to tell you about the show and Vancouver—and, if you’re interested, we can get to know one another as well. If you’re available, I’ll meet you downstairs at 7:30.

I hope to see you.

-Jensen

“Son of a bitch.”

You picked up the basket, ran back inside, and immediately gathered an outfit for tomorrow night. Once it was laid out, you raced back to your couch and pressed play, a new spark igniting in your chest each time “Dean” appeared on your screen. 

#Jensen #Jensen Ackles #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x y/n #jensen ackles reader insert #jensen ackles supernatural #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles one shot #supernatural jensen ackles #SPN #SPN RP #spn rpf #RPF #jensen ackles rpf #spn reader insert #spn cast #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean x you #supernatural #Supernatural Dean Winchester #supernatural cast #supernatural fic #supernatural rp #supernatural x reader #sweet!jensen

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I have something I’ve been thinking about, especially now that I’m back over on Twitter (admittedly with a new account than I’d had before) and have been trying to reconcile how I utilize different platforms and why.

Long rambles so I’ll be sure to tag this long post and put under a read more.

TL;DR - I essentially traumatized myself for a political group doing research after the 2016 election, and while I thought I could handle it I found out I could not. I walked away from politics and at the same time discovered that fandom/fanfic writing was alive and well and I lost myself into writing for DA. I literally did actively avoid politics through tumblr and fandom because it was what I needed to heal. It’s why I’ve been such a shitty ally, and while I know that doesn’t excuse my inaction and silence, it hopefully explains why I hid behind privilege and often didn’t speak up. However, moving forward, that will be different.

I can no longer stay silent.

Almost four years ago, after crying my eyes out on election night, I became part of a group that was trying to decide what the fuck we could do moving forward. We all took up roles and duties we were suited for, and at the start mine was to delve into research. I was good at it, and at the time I assured them that I was able to read things that could make your skin crawl and walk away unscathed. It was a skill we needed.

And so, I set to work. I dove into the world of pro-Trumpers, the alt-right, the radicalization of young white men through the internet, and I worked on learning. I would spend my days reading reddit, 4chan, wherever I could find them gathering and sharing their ideas and plans. I took notes. I studied their lexicon and wrote it down. I figured out how they dog whistled and what terms they used around “normies” to try to bring them into the alt-right. I studied how they were trying to “red pill” people. I studied the way they actively were trying to push the Overton Window so that their ideas could be enacted further down the road.

For weeks this was all I did.

At first I was fueled by my rage and disbelief at the election, and I was hopeful we could figure it out soon and overcome. As time went on, though, I lost that hope. I couldn’t walk away from the research unscathed. I carried it around with me, crying over what I was reading, what I was discovering. The depths of hatred in people shook me to my core, as well as the realization that I had been blind to it and even a part of it at one point. 

I was raised by conservatives who admire Ayn Rand, after all. It took me living out on my own and speaking to people from all walks of life that I finally began to shed both religion and my formerly held political views. Two of my closest friends are the children of illegal immigrants. They were the first of their families to graduate from college. Going to their graduation party (as well as others for their families) changed my whole world. Being the only white, English speaker in a room was exactly the kind of experience a lot of people in our country need to have.

And now I was having to research people who actively hated some of the best people I’ve ever met, and also actively worked to never be in the sort of situations I had found had changed me so completely as a person.

I gave up. I sank into such a deep depression I took to drinking more, drinking so that I could sleep instead of staying up until 5am, until I had to go seek a counselor. I was in a red state, in military healthcare, and my counselor only saw the symptoms and side effects of my depression, not the cause. I didn’t feel safe telling her that I was thoroughly depressed because of what I saw happening to my country. Because of the election.

So instead I was treated as an alcoholic, as if that was not a symptom and was in fact the main cause (don’t @ me, I know it makes it worse. But it was not the cause.)

Then I discovered Mass Effect for the first time. And I replayed Dragon Age. I fell in love with Garrus and once more with Alistair and Fenris and Cullen. Late at night, a little tipsy and wishing Garrus had had more of a romance, I googled him and discovered Ao3. And I began devouring fic. And then I had an idea for my own (Goose Bumps).

The rest is well-documented history, here.

I sought refuge in fandom and fanfic. I sought refuge in telling stories. I admittedly used some problematic tropes when I first started out, so enthralled by just finally *writing* again that I didn’t pay attention to how I was consuming the media. I hadn’t written in so long, having hit writer’s block with a mystery I’d been working on (inspired by the “sundown” town I had to visit in-laws in in Illinois), and the act of just writing anything was so liberating for me I gave little thought to anything else.

Never mind the fact that my first real interaction with someone in fandom led to me being manipulated, gaslit, and abused. We’ll gloss over that part.

But these things all compiled into a me who was no longer vocal when I saw things that were more than just concerning and needed to be addressed. I ignored things that made me angry. I saw mutuals sharing important political messages and my heart would start racing and I would log out for the day. I couldn’t see the content without having an adverse reaction to it. I also didn’t want to make myself a target by saying anything - after all, I had written fics and been targeted by an abuser simply for that. What sort of reaction would I get if I helped to call out problematic art and artists?

I was frozen by fear.

I let myself be silent. I let myself take refuge in my privilege as a white cis woman. I let myself only write and block anyone who was racist/sexist/ableist/terfs/you name it. I blocked and moved on.

Because I could.

I had that luxury.

I am no longer frozen by my fear. I am now emboldened by it. I understand wanting to seek refuge in fandom. I do. If moving forward me being political here on this platform causes you distress and you have to unfollow me, trust me.

I get it.

But I can no longer allow my silence to enable those who seek to cause harm. I can no longer stay silent in the face of what is happening in the world, in my country, in my backyard - in my fandom.

This is not in response to anything more than my determination to be better than I was. For three years I’ve allowed myself to seek shelter, while not allowing others the same decency or courtesy by creating a safe space free of racism or other harmful ideologies. I’m not the only one who deserves to seek shelter in fandom. White women are not the only ones who deserve to seek shelter in fandom.

If those statements seem radical or uncomfortable to you, feel free to show yourself the door.

This is not an attempt to explain away my past (in)actions. I don’t need pats on the back. I don’t need reaffirmation. These thoughts have just been circling in my head now that I’ve finally reconnected with that group and have been politically active on Twitter and my personal Facebook again. This blog is still mostly fandom and shitposts. But I also want to be better in how I participate here, instead of keeping it just to my Twitter.

Racists, TERFs, homophobes, sexists, fascists (yes, you’re a fascist if you’re “anti-antifa” get fucked), nazis, etc - none of your like are welcome here. My art is not for you.

#long post #personal #needed to ramble this out of my system #tw racism #tw alt-right #i'm determined to be better #and i will no longer be silent #this is not an excuse #i just needed to conquer my own trauma and now even if it still causes me distress #i have to act #tw: alcholism #tw: alchohol mention #forgot those two

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Only Fangirl for Me

Pair: You x JB Genre: Smut Word Count: 2836

Hella 18+ So under the line

JB was mad.

As he drove home, the deafening silence of his annoyance filled the car. Avoiding it, you looked anywhere but at him. Trying to gauge just how much of his anger was true and how much was his angry daddy persona, you glanced sideways. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were as white as snow. Your gaze lifted to his carefully styled dark hair, and smooth, strong jawline. “He's even sexier when he's actually angry.” You thought to yourself as you once again looked away and prepared your thought for what was to come when you finally got home. The thought of the night ahead sent a shiver of nervous fear running up your back even as you felt your core warm with anticipation. JB often spanked you as part of some fun bedroom play, but somehow, when you were being spanked as a punishment, it was even more enthralling. The memory of your last real punishment made your clit tingle in anticipation, and you tried to subtly cross your legs, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did. When you arrived home, he pulled you inside, grabbing your purse out of the car for you and heading inside without a word. Once you were inside and about to take off your ridiculously high heels, JB commanded you in a firm voice, "You know your position. Get there. NOW!" You moved to slipped off your shoes and JB reached out and stopped you. “I said get to your position. NOW!” You quickly climbed onto the bed, bent over on your elbows and knees and waited. The air seemed suddenly cool and you shivered as your heard him taking off his suit and sliding drawers open to get supplies for the night. There were a few things you had learned about where JB keeps everything. Drawers meant the vibrator, which meant pleasure along with the pain. Which also meant he wasn’t as mad as you initially thought. The realization of that turned your shiver from one sparked from the cold air of the apartment to one of burning desire. “You behaved very poorly tonight," JB said as he moved into position behind you, taking a moment to admire the curve of you back and you pussy peeking from between your spread legs. He shook his head, amazed as always. Of course, you had no underwear on under that dress. Why would you? “Now, what was the worst of your poor behavior tonight?” he asked, pulling your head back by your hair, “Speak.” “I don’t know Daddy.” You said in a snotty voice. This was all part of the fun. You knew exactly what you did that set him off the most.

The instant you had arrived at the party, he saw every head turn to stare at you, with your eye-catching wardrobe and flashy hair and makeup, it was obvious that you were the star of the room even when you were one of the only non-idols in attendance. You were usually really calm around the stars of the k-pop world. After all, you spent a ton of time at parties like these with your idol boyfriend, but tonight someone else caught your eye. Your ultimate bias was there, fresh out of his military service…. G-Dragon. You spent most of the night distracted, looking in his direction trying to catch his eye. You just wanted a simple conversation with him. After hours of politely talking to all of JB’s contacts at the party, he excused himself to the restroom and asked you to wait for him by the champagne tower. This fundraiser was no joke. While by yourself, G-Dragon took the time to approach you and start a conversation. Your tried to remain cool, but this was the man you looked up to for years and had the biggest lady boner for. You couldn’t help but fangirl…a little…the tiniest bit… barely at all… It was during that miniscule moment of fangirling (that barely even happened) that JB came back from the bathroom and almost lost it then and there. He was usually a bit jealous of other men. He had been burned bad by a cheating girlfriend before, but his reaction this time was too much. His neck and ears turned bright red as he politely introduced himself to his industry sunbae and then excused both of you with the excuse that there was an emergency back home and you needed to leave. G-Dragon asked for your contact information, but before you could answer him, JB pulled you out of the event and practically threw you into the front seat of the car.

"What is your safe word?" He asked as you smirked, thinking about how you riled him up earlier. “Youngjae, Daddy." “What did you say?" he asked, the anger seething in his voice as he rolled your dress up, revealing your already mostly exposed ass. Your voice shivered as you drawled out, "Youngjae…Daddy…” JB's cock hardened at your enunciation of Daddy. “Why you insist on using his name as a safe word I will never understand.” He growled as the first spank hit your ass hard. “Do you remember the initial number of spanks I will give to you should you act so undisciplined during a social event?" “Twenty spanks, Sir.” He brought his hand down firmly on your ass again. He smacked you over and over again, watching with pleasure as the cheeks of your ass turned from their normal color to an ever-darkening purpleish-red. He knew that each movement was making you wetter and that when he finally entered you, you would be perfectly ready for him. As each blow struck, you could feel the tingling need in your cunt gro. The spanks hurt more each time he hit, but the anticipation was even more uncomfortable. You knew there was more to come from all of his fidgeting with the drawers earlier. Each strike brought you closer to wanting him inside of you, filling you up. After the twenty strikes, he slowed down and began to caress you tingling ass. The change from pain to pleasure was sudden, and you moaned with the joy of it. He lingered, fingers gently tracing the outline of the red marks on you, moving in gradual swoops from the outside of the cheeks in and down to your labia, then back out. After a moment, he stopped. His hands left you, leaving you striving for more. You heard a quiet buzzing and realized what was to come. The vibrator was on, and he held it just a hair's-width from you skin. You arched you ass and pushed back with your cunt trying desperately to touch the vibrating toy. He pulled it away, teasing you, and you groaned in disappointment at its absence. When you had returned to your former position, ass in the air without arching, he carefully brought the vibrator to the lips of you pussy and barely touched them. It was exactly what you wanted. JB held the vibrator still, watching as you rubbed yourself as far up and down the shaft as you could. You tried desperately to position yourself so that it would slip into your vagina and satisfy you, but he pulled it gently away so that you had to satisfy yourself with the vibrations along your outer lips. You moaned in arousal and frustration, coming closer to an orgasm, knowing that you would never reach it this way but not wanting it to stop. You felt a slight change of position as he transferred the vibrator to his left hand and wriggled in anticipation as you realized that this meant a continuation of your spanking. His right hand came down firmly and steadily as his left hand held the vibrator against you pussy. Each hit pushed you into the vibrator, and you felt its tingle combine with the pain of the spanking. You rocked forward each time he hit you, and back again when his hand swung away. The spanking sped up, and you rocked faster and faster. More as an accident than anything else, you hit on the angle that allowed the head of the vibrator to slip into you pussy. You cry was low and guttural as you felt yourself start to let go. He held the vibrator so that the head remained inside of you as you moved, watching with pleasure as your juices dripped down the toy and onto his hand. Anticipating your orgasm, he quickly pulled the vibrator out of you, relishing your moan of despair. If there was any time to ensure that you remembered you lesson, this was it. “Do you remember what you did tonight that would have caused this punishment?" Gasping, you slowly tried to pull you mind away from the sensations of pleasure, pain, and sudden emptiness that were coursing through your body. "I. . . I made a fool of myself." “Be specific.” “I… I embarrassed you in front of your industry colleagues by fangirling over Jiyong." "Good. And how do you feel about that?" “I'm sorry, Master JB." You said, desperately trying to hang on to your arousal and trying not to groan in disappointment as it fled. The blasted bastard just loved it when you called him that.   “Have you learned your lesson?" JB asked carefully, bringing the vibrator back to within an inch of your clitoris. You felt its nearness, and said what you needed to in order to get it back inside of you: "Yes." “Good, then play with this while I finish your punishment." He held the vibrator between your legs, and you reached back and grabbed it with one hand, bringing your shoulders down to the bed for balance. Hungrily, you shoved the vibrator into your vagina, loving every inch of it as it moved inside of you. JB steadied himself, and resumed your spanking, bringing down his hand on your ass slowly and deliberately, timing each blow to coincide with you thrust into the vibrator. Soon, with the vibrator deep inside of you, you felt yourself nearing the edge of cumming. Each hit brought warmth and tingling pain to your ass while the vibrator filled you, You rolled your hips, basking in the sensations in your ass and pussy, and soon began to buck violently. You held the vibrator still and fucked it as hard as you could. He increased the force of his spanks so that the pain rose as your pleasure did. Finally, you cried out as your orgasm started to wave over you. JB moved your hand as release was really about to hit and made you let go of the vibrator and turn to him, noticing for the first time how hot and hard he was. His cock glistened with pre-cum, and his body with sweat and arousal. You gracefully stood up, and climbed on top of him, straddling his cock. You playfully ground against him, first rubbing your clit against the length of his penis, mimicking the movement of the vibrator earlier. Then, gently pushing yourself on top of him so that only the tip of his head was inside of you. You wriggled laughing as he groaned and reached for you. In barely a heartbeat, you found your face and chest pushed into a pillow to the left of his body with his left hand pressing down on you back, and your ass balanced on his thighs. His right hand slammed into your ass, far harder than it ever had before. You cried out in shock and pain, thinking that your punishment was over. He rained down slaps hitting quickly but deliberately so that he covered every inch of your bare bottom with red welts from his fingers and palm. Over and over again, his hand fell, and each hit was hard enough to be a punishment in itself. It took a second for you to get over you surprise. Each time his hand rained down on your bottom, you first felt the shock of the hit, then the warmth spreading out from the center of the strike and unfolding into a burning heat. Just as the heat began to unfurl, his hand came down again and the heat would blend with the pain of that spanking and then it would double as he spanked you again and again. “You thought we were done?” he growled hungrily, “I know your apology wasn’t sincere.” "Please. . .I'm sorry, Master JB. I've learned my lesson." You yelped "No, you haven't." He said simply. He spoke calmly and logically, his once brutal hand gently caressing your sensitive butt. “You better be fucking thankful that I'm not tying you up in silk, baby. It just so happens that I'm being very patient right now, but the next time you pull this shit again – it's a whole week full of dildos for you and none of mine raw. Now, you wouldn't like that, would you?" “No, I wouldn't." You shook you head, trying to suppress you guilt. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled at it, causing you head to snap up and for you to stare at his daring, electric eyes. The sensation of the pull was delicious and painful at the same time, causing you to moan. "You like it when I pull your hair like this, don't you?" You could only reply with a whimpered nod. You struggled desperately, but to no avail. He held you down like you was merely a doll and continued, his strong arm rising again and again. As you wriggled on his lap, you felt the pain and warmth joined by a new sensation-lust pooled at you groin, and with each brush of your clitoris against his thighs you got wetter. Soon the combination of the pleasure and the pain grew as you rocked yourself against him. The pain was still intense, but now it served to enhance you pleasure. When the slapping ceased, you felt his fingers stroke the lips of you sex teasingly. And when he slipped two fingers into you, your body wracked violently. He plunged his fingers further, hitting your sweet spot after the first five strokes. That's how well he knew you pussy – how knowledgeable he was that it was his and his alone to fuck and worship. His services continued, and when another finger slipped in – you practically lost control as your moans filled the room. "May I please cum, Daddy?" “No." He spat at you harshly as he quickened the pace of his fingers. "Don't you fucking cum until I say so." He warned you, though his voice was a mixture of strong and sweet. "Fuck! Please, Daddy. Oh god yes. I-I promise. I won't cum. I'll do anything you want. Just don't stop. Please. Anything!" “Cum for me." He whispered violently against you ear, and you screamed as you allowed you orgasm to take over. To be resisted the pleasure of cumming was a high somehow far too difficult to come down from. But once you came down from you high, you felt his cock hard against you, and knew you had to have it inside of you. Risking his anger again, you raised you head and moved to a sitting position. He didn't react, so you climbed astride him, and continued to writhe and moan. You ground your hips against his hardened cock. One look at you above him, long hair drenched with sweat, and he felt himself letting go. Tired from the night, he relaxed and let you make the effort. You thrust yourself on him, rocking forward and back, oblivious to everything but the pleasure and pain, trying desperately to please the one who gave both in such abundance. As you moved, your breasts bounced up and down, and he buried his face in them as he sat up, loving the feel of the soft skin on his cheek and your nipple in his mouth. He kissed and bit harshly against the flesh of you neck, and the louder your moans resounded – the faster he moved his cock up into you until he was pushing into you at an inhumane speed. You dug you own nails against his taut muscles, dragging some across his back violently as he had held onto your ass and you. "JB, I'm close!" The thrusts grew heavier, faster and needier as you collided your hips in a rhythm so connecting – it nearly left you both breathless. He took your mouth in his, savoring you taste and fighting for the dominance he so desired to give you. With one final thrust he came deep inside of you and pushed you over your edge. He pulled out and covered you both up and snaked his hand around your waist. “Don’t ever fucking do that again.” He grumbled as he kissed your neck and slid into a deep slumber. “Don’t worry Daddy…” you mumbled as you began to drift of yourself, “I will.”

#JB #Jaebum #Jaebeom #got7 JB #got7 #smut #jb smut #i'm seriously too lazy to do tags y'all #yugyummygot7reactions #anonymous

[incubae-fics]

True Power [AU!Aomaris]

Pairing: Female!Reader[3rd POV] x AU!Sam 

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexual themes, reader is mentioned to have a chubby form but you can disregard if you’d really like

A/N: Hi i still love sam and i like to project in my writings kinda, I got some james bullshit in the works bc i love my best friend and rip, tungle dot hell kinda fucked over my first vers of this so yay

A powerful brute demon, that’s what he was, and still is. His true form sported large protruding green horns, pointed in a way that looked like they could stab you if he tried hard enough. His skin was littered with swirls of green taint, and underneath that? Scars. Puffy, often red and angry scars, signs of his immense power. Remnants of all his wins, of what he could withstand and grow back from. His true name is Aomaris, but none but family would call him that. He was always the brute, and soon, it was just Sam, if anyone cared to learn what he called himself.

Even in a world where no one knew who and what he truly was, he was still feared. His scars were not hidden by dark green swirls, but by what clothing humans would wear. Sometimes they’d peek out. His shirt would ride up. His sleeves would creep upwards, and they’d be bared to prying eyes. His jaw was always set to a tense. His eyes were always burning. His aura screamed of his immense power, lying dormant somewhere deep within him. Humans, strangers that didn’t even know his name, avoided him often. He felt their fear and suspicion, and found comfort in for once, being unbothered and unchallenged. He guessed most humans were smart enough to know better.

That was, until she arrived. She strode right into the front door of what was now his home. He’d been weak, had gone too long without rage energy since he was constantly avoided, so he turned to the only other energy he knew he could feed from. He stole a kiss, relished in the energy he needed. Her eyes had glazed over, his enthrallment taking hold in that moment- but only for that moment. He had expected her to flee, maybe to even burst into tears because some gruesome man just stole from her lips- but she didn’t. Her face scrunched up like he expected, her fists clenched too. However, she remained rooted to the ground, feet firmly planted. 

“You son of a bitch.”, she spat, causing him to grin- but the grin was short lived.

Within a fraction of a second, he felt his teeth clack against each other. Her first had collided with his jaw, painfully so, which was surprising.

She had punched him.

“Did you just-”

“I sure did, you fucking asshole. Touch me again and see what happens.”, she had hissed, and with that, the domino effect began.

From there things just went insane. That one interaction led to an odd chain of events that somehow led him to where he was now. Had anyone tried to tell past him where he’d end up, he’d have laughed in their faces. She was not someone he had expected to.. fall for. In all honesty, he was sure falling was something he couldn’t do, not in a romantic sense. He was a demon, an incubus at that. One well known for being a ruthless and angry brute, even if he could feel love, he knew he didn’t deserve it. He’s still so sure he doesn’t deserve her. Especially with how it all began, a punch to his face.

The punch led to worse things. Screaming matches, awful names spat out, leaving them to both burn with the venom of the other on them. Some apologies were made here and there, but at the end, both were at fault. Both were always at fault and maybe that’s what led to this. Sam would repeat it all over again if it meant he’d always have her. He’d let himself burn over and over- show her all the scars he had- break every single last one of his walls, as long as at the end of it all, she would still love him.

He found it so funny sometimes. He could fight off armies of humans alone if he needed to. Had the strength to lift full buildings and the speed to travel as far as he pleased quicker than the eye could see. He was powerful, his very body radiated strength and amazing abilities. Yet, this one human woman, could have him undone in seconds. She could have him at his knees- hold him to her mercy, but she didn’t. She only ruined him in the best of ways, just as she had from the start.

She didn’t think of it as funny. Something about it was.. amazing in a sense. She was just a human, hopelessly in love with an incubus. A demon known to be well versed in sex. A demon named Aomaris, one with scars of past fights all over his body. Though to her, the scars weren’t so ugly or nasty. She only wished them gone when she thought of the pain they caused him. When she recalled that they were there because he had to fight tooth and nail just to live peacefully. It wasn’t because she thought they were in the way. She still viewed his body in a wonderful light, in an alluring one.

She’d viewed him like he was this beautiful greek statue (however he’d blush furiously and demand he wasn’t one if she voiced this thought). She often swore she paled in comparison to him- that she didn’t fit. She was just a normal human, just someone plain and not at all well versed in sex.

She still wondered how it was that he loved someone like her. Someone whose body type does not match his. Someone lumpy and squishy as opposed to firm and solid. She failed to wrap her head around how she managed to have him this way. He was so powerful- so very different and deserving of nothing short of perfection , but here he was. Beneath her, gripping her hips so tight, as if he was starved and she was his only source of nourishment. He looked up at her, emerald eyes burning with such a fire of emotions. With such love- such adoration and pure unrelenting pleasure. She had him in a way no other ever could. Elicited such pleasurable sounds and faces from him. Had his rough but warm hands running over every inch of skin she used to think he’d never want. Lips exploring places she swore she’d only feel in sweet dreams. His husked voice whispered sweet promises- spoke soft loving words she craved. Words she reciprocated- oblivious to how that blissfully had his heart bursting.

She had this all powerful demon at her mercy- but never did she think to use it for personal gain. Didn’t seek to just take and never give. That’s what really had him. She gave and gave, and all of it was his for the taking. His to keep and never share. No other man would have this view he had- would have her melting like he did. No one would hear her sweet sounds or be able to savor her taste. He had this woman all to himself- this woman that was completely unaware of her immense power over him. He’d do anything she asked. Give into any request she gave- even if it resulted in his pain or abrupt death.

He’d fought so hard all his life, and he never knew what really drove him aside from his own brother. Never really craved anything for himself.

Now, he craved nothing more than this. Than having her close, clothed or otherwise. Hearing her voice, be it in the form of sweet sighs or excited words. He was in so deep he was drowning, but he wasn’t fighting it. He didn’t have to fight anymore- she wasn’t letting him drown. She was letting him just be, loving him as he was.

Loving him even with the angry scars, even as he was another being entirely. A demon. A dragon. A broken man that lost about everything. She filled him up with life as he swore to always protect hers.

Aomaris could be as powerful as he wanted, could claim any throne or any life as he saw fit.

At the very end of it all, the true power lied within this human woman turned demon- with the other half of his soul. He knew it all along, but never really felt it in its entirety until she was his in every sense of the word. 

His true power was really just hers all along. She’d shared her strength, provided him means of gathering back his sense of self. She pushed him into working on it- into healing, giving him the power to say he healed himself. The strength to stand again, straight upright on his own two feet. She made him the happiest man alive- became his one and only wife, and the Mother of his children. She gave him all that he so craved deep down, but never felt worthy of.

A powerful human turned succubus, that’s what she was. All powerful with two sets of horns and lovely tainted skin. She was a Queen in her own right, but not of any kingdom. Just of a man- a brute incubus, and his lap was her throne. She sat gracefully upon it. 

Something like a match made in heaven, if heaven ever allowed souls such as theirs..

#sam incubus #sam incubus x reader #sam incubs x you #aomaris #aomaris incubus #aomaris x reader #seduce me #seduce me otome #sam seduce me #seducemetheotome #hi im alive #no im not sorry #jenni leave me alooonnee

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

Shadowy Amends

I fucked up during El’s C+ support, immediately shut off my Switch and rebooted to fix my dumb ass mistake, and felt obligated to write this to make amends. That moment when you know you fucked up, and it’s even worse than that because it shouldn’t have happened at all since you know better. Needless to say, this dragon god has their own means of turning back time.

Another restless night found Edelgard on a stroll through the monastery grounds. The great tree moon shone bright and full above, and lit the world about her almost as vividly as daylight. But it was softer, gentler on both the eyes and the heart, and on this night Edelgard appreciated the atmosphere. This particular moon seemed in a kind mood tonight, and a part of her knew Shadow would appreciate that. They did claim, after all, that this moon matched the one of their birth, eons ago.

Though, with a frown and a sigh as Edelgard stopped by a stone rampart and leaned her arms on the stone, she tried to distance her mind from her invisible companion.

The dragon god had recently...spoken out of turn, and left Edelgard agitated and discomfited. She knew that Shadow hadn’t meant anything by it, of course. They’d been her most friendly and stalwart companion since she was born, after all; even if the whole world was oblivious to their hidden presence. But even dragon gods alien to this world seemed to have their faults, and Shadow was no exception, sadly. Edelgard pursed her lips as she rubbed at her arms, troubled.

She’d have to talk to them eventually...it was hard to hide from a dragon god that was quite literally attached to you.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Edelgard blinked, surprised at the soft but deep voice, and looked up at Shadow perched on the monastery ramparts, like some gargoyle. By their great size and physique, she would’ve imagined the stone to crack under the weight. But then, Shadow was dubbed so by her for being able to appear as one, so perhaps their weight was malleable as well.

Edelgard frowned up at the dragon god, whose fearsome visage currently resembled more that of a guilty puppy’s than a mighty dragon’s.

“What makes you think that?” She asked, equally as soft, as she looked away and out over the parapets.

“You don’t react to interactions anymore, and you don’t respond when I speak. We haven’t even played chess in some time...”

She tensed at the dragon’s words, but not because they sounded accusatory. Quite the opposite, they sounded matter-of-fact, but worse yet...they sounded sad, almost.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Edelgard winced as she closed her eyes.

“No, Shadow, you didn’t...do anything wrong.”

A tense, quiet beat...and then Edelgard could almost swear she heard a faint whine.

“What did I say?”

Edelgard opened her eyes and pulled away from the stones to face the dragon god fully. She looked up at their still pouting face, blue-gold eyes oddly dim for once as they solemnly met her own lavenders. She could see their long ears, a mixture of horse and bat-like, droop low against their crimson mane. Edelgard had never seen Shadow look so...pathetic, before, and it almost hurt more than what they’d said.

“Your joke, before...when you asked if you should pretend to have forgotten what I told you about what happened? Because I’d once asked you to forget it?”

Immediately upon her words, Shadow’s eyes widened, their large jaw dropped slightly, and their ears fell even farther down their mane. Their shoulders crept up high to their head as they slid off of the stone ramparts, and crouched low on the ground before her. Shadow’s hands on their knees, draconic lower-legs bowed low beneath their weight. Edelgard could all but feel their shame waft off of them like ocean waves, and was shocked at how small the dragon god’s guilt made them seem.

“I am sorry, Edelgard.” They spoke softly, head still low and eyes downcast, their form pitched forward almost like a repentant bow. “In the moment I did not think, but that was inappropriate of me...and I should’ve known better, given how well I know you. I was foolish, and I am so sorry to have hurt your feelings.”

Unable to resist the sweet gesture much longer, after she quickly scanned the nearby area to make sure no one was about, Edelgard rushed forward and hugged Shadow. Her arms wrapped around their thick, armored neck and she grasped tightly to their soft, billowing mane of crimson that covered nearly their entire back. As Edelgard nestled close against their mighty chest, she felt their arms carefully hug her back, and she couldn’t help her smile.

“I accept your apology, Shadow, and I forgive you. Thank you...”

Her smile grew at the happy, deep thrum that rumbled from beneath her arms. The matching pair—one dressed in red, black, and gold, the other naturally colored that way—were so enthralled in their consoling hug, they never noticed the gaze of keen blue eyes from afar. Nor did they notice the watcher’s own smile, or how the moonlight shimmered in her dark blue hair as she quietly slipped away.

#Edelgard Von Hresvelg #Edelgard #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Shadow #Fire Emblem OC #Fan Fiction #Fire Emblem Fanfiction #oh and just fyi #it doesn't count because it's very vaguely implied #but yes #there are hints of Edeleth intended for the little bit at the end there

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

2 big posts in one day? it’s more likely than you think!!!

Moze gameplay breakdown babey here we go

shit sorry i forgot my tl;dr the first time i posted this: the tablet is big important and might have eridian writing on it, it ties into the temple, the loot gun, the tablet in tannis’s infirmary on sanc-iii, and the planet holograms in Eleseer from TPS. also you get a special melee tool to break the purple crystals that i'm like 70% sure are Eridium and also, you’re never gonna believe this, but I talk about Atlas for a little bit because of it.

“lair of the harpy”

ah harpies. I’m shifting into Percy Jackson mode

just putting this out there

anyway as for what “Lair of the Harpy” means in bl3? Well we’ve seen in the We Are Mayhem trailer a bunch of flying Maliwan bots (i am assuming rn that those are Maliwan, anyway)

these green fucks

(u can tell that’s Jakobs Manor cause of the railing on the left) so i imagine that’s why it’s called the Lair of the Harpy. Could also be the lair of some evil woman character, idk lmao. 

Far more interesting than the Harpy thing, to me anyway, is this:

i wonder if that’s gonna lead us to the psycho basement with tv heads being hanged where the Hammerlock siblings are standing in front of the fireplace

i wonder...

nah but for real. I would almost bet money that the Vault on Eden-6 is in that giant volcano/mountain area. It just feels right. we’ve seen it both dormant (the leaked footage) and active (the 3rd trailer) so I imagine opening the Vault would cause it to activate. Tho I’m still hoping onto the hope that it’s a moon pool. Just saying, Randy, if you’re reading this... just saying.

we also see this glowing sparkle icon again, which I think pretty much confirms from the We are Mayhem trailer that those will show us where the Moxxi crew quests are.

we see an enemy called “Shredder Fanatic”, personally I’m a fan of Splinter, but to each their own. Uhhh but for realsies they probably deal some blade damage or have a high RoF weapon. 

a cool detail I noticed about the minimap is that elevated areas won’t get discovered until you reach that level. Thank god lol

part of this camp is made out of an old sailboat, which i think is pretty fuckin rad

makes me wonder if we’re ever going to see the areas of Pandora affected by the flash freeze again. How long do seasons last on Pandora again? I swear it was like 5 years or smth. oh well lol

i wanna know what this big thing is!! it looks cool. they mentioned that eden-6 was going to have a shitload of broken-down ships, so maybe this is related to it?

another look at what i'm assuming is Jakobs Manor. this is very hard because I keep getting distracted by the gameplay lol I’ve seen this video seven times! it shouldn’t be that enthralling!! and yet!

the combat music in this area is so fucking solid btw i am jamming the hell out

in awe at the size of this place. I’m digging the elevated hallway. i am very much getting a hogwarts vibe from here. the far right looks like an observatory, even.

“Big Donny’s Chop Shop - Open 7 Days” lmao

a gramophone and it looks like we can interact with it! i hope it plays classical music while we go on a murder spree

some sort of bridge? i assume that’s how you actually get up to Jakobs Manor. that may be why our quest is “go to Jakobs Manor”, we gotta fix the bridge before we can.

A Typhon journal!!!

No audio, though :( 

From the radio: “catastrophe lead [???] to a lets play (flay?). Craving some meat in a bite sized package? then try festy flesh meats with a bandit on the go. hey, we know you want it, but do you have the time to hunt it down? ...”

-moxxi speaking about her crew challenge i can’t understand the radio here-

[different voice] “... for an exciting announcement from the CoV’s own ministers of murder: Pain and Terror! Those guys are cooking up one hell of a sh-” [player turns off radio] I gonna assume he was about to say “show” cause they’re a Penn and Teller reference. These are the guys from the arena with the giant skull thing, i think i have talked about them before?

Eden-6′s version of the shock cactus?

El Dragon Jr.

OwO are those the same purple rocks as Promethea?

They look like they are growing out of a stone tablet, i mean look at the green light. also they have that same star pattern inside them as Amara’s arms and Maya’s phaselock!!! Which makes me think it’s raw Eridium just... growing out of a stone tablet. which IS WILD!!!

AND WHAT IS MOZE HITTING IT WITH?!

FUCKING ENERGY BLADE

that is not her normal melee weapon, BY THE WAY

she normally uses her Stab! knife!!!

when u try to break the purple rocks on Promethea, iirc the player character can say something to the effect of “have to come back here later”, so it’s possible later in the story we get something (the glowing red/orange/yellow) energy sword to break the purple rocks (eridium???). and yes you KNOW i pointed out the colors because Atlas.

After meleeing it, Moze says “let’s open you up” so im wondering if maybe those stone tablets come into play later? the (eridium?) crystals explode into sparkly purple powder

glowing green!!!! It’s weird, I feel like these are eridian ruins/tablets growing eridium or some shit. we’ve seen the ruins have lines of color across them before, but never strictly on one side. and also never saw them grow eridium. i wonder if that is a reaction to us opening the second vault on pandora? eridium grew on pandora from the 1st one, now it’s spreading because of the second? I deffo think Eridium is from the second dimension (it started growing on pandora after the opening of the Vault) and it’s our key to getting there. 

OwO

hey doesn’t that look familiar? I’ll give u like

10 seconds

...

...

yeah it’s the symbol from the gun

YEAH BABEY

AND GUESS WHAT

YOU KNOW HOW THE GUN WAS TIED TO THE TEMPLE

YOU KNOW HOW I WAS TALKING ABOUT TANNIS’S FLOOR TILE IN HER INFIRMARY ALSO BEING TIED TO THE TEMPLE AREA???

LET ME GO GRAB IT

THE TEMPLE

AND YOU KNOW I WAS REPLAYING TPS THE OTHER DAY FOR MY ANGEL ANALYSIS AND

FUCKING

ASGHDJUYKFDJTYHSRTAGR

THAT’S LABELING A PLANET IN THE HOLOGRAM

AAAAAAAAAAAAA THE ERIDIANS GAVE US A LOOT SPEWING GUN BUT THE GUN MAKES SENSE BECAUSE VAULTS VOMIT UP LOOT ALL THE TIME BUT IT’S NOT LIKE THE LOOT WE GOT WAS AROUND WHEN THE ERIDIANS CREATED THE VAULTS

ALSO I AM VERY CONCERNED THAT CORPSE IN THE TEMPLE IS TYPHON NOW AND THE BOOK IS HIS JOURNAL. WHY WOULD MAYA BE GIVING THE JOURNAL TO THE LITTLE GIRL? IS SHE ALSO RELATED TO TYPHON?

OKAY SORRY I GOT EXCITED but uh yeah idk if that writing/those symbols being the same was intentional or not but it exists and i'm losing my mind over it

i also just wanna know why the rocks are growing eridium and glowing green like what the fuck are your SECRETS 

Aurelia shows up as you cross the checkpoint at the bridge, so it’s pretty much 100% confirmed the Hammerlocks are helping us with the jakobs thing. considering Aurelia is contacting us and not Alistar, im REALLY worried about the shot in the We Are Mayhem trailer where he has red eyes. please don’t hurt him. also i love how Aurelia calls herself a rich bitch. she makes that shit rhyme lol

another look at that big tower thing. May be a different one, actually. idk!

round the corner and see a little camp on the left. through that tunnel up ahead leads us here

we head to the right and Zer0 ECHOs us, asking us to kill someone to complete a crew challenge

The target’s name is Heckle (and his rage name is Hyde)

Interestingly he has a megaphone strapped to his mouth

wild.

Lots of stuff! Zer0 sends you mail for killing the target and you are informed that the Crew Challenge is completed. You also get a challenge completed for doing it. You ever notice the actual gameplay of borderlands is very tied to yellow and blue? the color of the title is yellow and the vault symbol for it is red (except for TPS). just odd to me idk

looks like a little envelope icon appears under your minimap when you have mail in your inbox!

we can see some cryo freezing the swamp water here! that’s my favorite thing. the electricity is cool, but ice is cooler.

i love the way this dude runs. also we now know that his pickaxe is to burrow his way into the ground

looks like it will create a huge pink cloud so you know when its about to happen, giving you time to stop it. nice.

getting closer. guess that wasn’t an observatory after all. Awww mannn

lootsplosion from the loot tink

bigger lootsplosion from his bag

i believe this is our first look at an ‘artifact’ which are replacing relics from bl2 and oz kits from tps. and like the interviews said, they’ll be effecting movement! this one turns your slide damage into cryo damage, lets you deal more radiation damage overall, and allows you to slide faster and further. i wonder how broken this can get on a downwards slope with a super high level slide relic. let’s break the sound barrier!

anyway, that’s all i saw that caught my eye. I still haven’t completed my Mask of Mayhem analysis, I was kinda hoping something during E3 would help me figure out who those mystery robed maliwan guys are on it, but alas we got nothing of real substance. oh, i also gotta finish that mural piece... aw fuck

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #moze #moze gameplay breakdown

[fadinginfluencerblaze]

Fallen Dreams

 Disclaimer~ Art is devised by me and all editorial work is a solo operation. “Fallen,” will be my last publication before my vacation: https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1057611 If you would like commissions or requests for art work done please visit my patreon  account   https://www.patreon.com/AdventVoice  https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1057550      https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1057522

From several authorities of art and creativity, I’ve heard something after completing “Loving My Dragon,” something I’ve not heard since I was sixteen. My ability in the arts is worth more than a few hearts, likes and the endorsements of a few passerbys. It is better than what people have been forced to digest in the past twenty four years. Could be longer really. Depends on your tolerance for main stream media.

Forced to settle, due to never being exposed to minds similar to my own. Which there are a lot of us. I’ve realized as I dig deeper into the internet, blogs, and journals of other dreamers.

There was a study, a social experiment really, given by Facebook and other online platforms, seeking to gauge how to rate worker performance by emoji. Wanting to reward creative minds who earn the most accolades and applause of the people. It can become rather addictive and I find I may be falling into that same trend. Advertising more or less for the approbation of people and not so much for pay.

I explained this to a few supporters and they were shocked. Believing me to be worth far more than the few seconds of increased impressions on twitter and the level of dinner table conversation I can influence with a few well directed bards and illustrations of the latest trending topic.

Now if only I could find a paying sponsor that believes the same thing. Then me and the Dream Weaver would really go places. Here’s the thing about me, that is different from your average ambitious and dedicated creator. I don’t want to go anywhere my friends won’t be invited to reap the benefits.    

I’ve seen too much in this life to believe I can do anything on my own and be a success at it. You know I remember a time when people could have 500+ Facebook friends and no one spend a dollar with or on each other. On anything that could turn a profit. Nearly a thousand people talking, interacting, mingling and no money is made on the effort. Oh there is a lot of sexy talk, a lot of people locked up cause the girl is underage and the guy is enthralled with her pictures. Oh there was a lot of room fo shows like “Cheaters,” to corner a market in tracking people via location recognition devices on the broadband signatures, but for nearly ten years, no one was making any real money that would put them on the Forbes list as the best entrepreneur, besides those buying out all of the larger retail stores and Disney. Could be why I spend so much money on everyone else and not on myself. Makes me feel like I am saving the small business owners world, one click at a time.

The loss of Tina-Raze  on the                                         internet and access to her work has really made me appreciate the gift of visibility attributed to my own work. Sure I desire a physical gallery, but that cost money and you need dedicated staff. An online gallery is a one man show that will last as long as I have material, drive and an interactive audience. But when outside forces wage against one’s output and you are forced to erase everything and the years put into a showcase are no longer accessible; there is something daunting in the realization that everyday I have a chance to present anything, it should not be wasted on the trivial.

That is a sharp word because I highly doubt any of us have the authoritative right to define what is relevant or trivial to a creator. We can choose to interact with a product of not but we can’t say what someone was seeking to share has no value and thus erase them from existence. Not if we have any respect for the sanctity of the culture of art and the freedom in which we universally share this gift.      

~ I can never say enough of how much I appreciate the time we shared and I hope you return to the creative scene soon Tina-Raze.~

 I was reviewing “The Action Bible,” published by David Cook and illustrated by Sergio Cariello. It is an extensive publication that sought to illustrate the entire Bible, without the mistakes seen in previous renditions. It really took that whole group a while to find the best method to bring the Bible to life for young and old readers. I enjoyed their expressive illustrative skills and dedication to keeping to as much as can be had with a book as fantastic as the Bible.

What surprised me was the decision to eliminate the wings of angels and go with the ‘golden locks,’ signature.  For years the wings of angels and demons played a big part in aiding people in separating the two worlds. Without the wings, we are no more than disembodied spirits, ghosts of our formers selves and have a long journey yet to that pinnacle of glory that awaits the faithful. So it was taught to me at least.

There were a lot of ideas shared with me as boy that I spend little time contemplating now, because I am a man and more than assured of where I will be regardless of the mistakes in this life.

Others may doubt. Others may seek to clip my wings as I ascend. Others may project their insecurities and through bitter imaginations suggest that because of the curse of Ham, and Nimrod, the black race will never have a place in heaven. Some may build a whole world of fantastical proportions and place compartments, as zookeepers, locks and doors upon the gates, with signs that say, “If you never drank yourself into oblivion while on earth, you go here, you never loved anyone but God you go here, if you never where tempted to fuck a woman in the ass, though she begged for it, you go here.”

Another sign reads, “Collect your white wings for perfect attendance on the earth, to every Sunday meeting.” In this corner of heaven, you should have received a notice in your casket upon death, we were sure to send Gabriel, who after years of working for God, never got his golden winged promotion.

All who have been the black sheep of the family and have been to prison more than once in their life time be sure to collect your “black wings,” down isle five. Five is the number for grace and that is the only reason you’re hear, so don’t be cute and try to steal the ‘white wings,’ from your betters, who happen to shine a little sharper in hue and have more gold flakes in their hair.  

Those who were on earth and always fought for a righteous cause but failed to achieve any victory and remain angry behind the loss, you will receive your ‘red wings,’ in the dust falcons chamber. Some of you were clumsy on earth. Always bumping into things. Could never walk in heels or win a fashion show. Never turned the heads of men or appealed to women. Had a haunch in you back from never learning poise and posturing. Be sure to pick up your set of ‘spotted owl,’ wings, found in the east gate.

God is a god of order and angles never complain about their lot in heaven. There in whatever state they are in, there, they are to be content. There is a hint of a karmic code in association with the hue and colors of heaven and I was never one to believe in eastern influences when it comes to what my place in heaven would be like. I bend so far on earth, doing what I am told, I will go to heaven with white skin, white wings and all curse will be lifted from my body upon death and the curse of the previous life that marred me and made me black, while I was alive.  

I don’t think so. No, I’ve believed for a long time now that even black angles deserve to fly.   https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2017/11/03/even-black-angels-deserve-to-fly/   https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2017/03/18/you-read-it-here-first-black-amethyst/

I know I am not one to be denied.

Those of you that know how to twirl and twerk and shake your tail feathers, to win the Twerk Team Auditions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rba9Z0CcWwQ&list=PLxwfHzPeMrG0N0E5Q3hBI_vRjXl-BqJAR or hang out with DJ UNK https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeLdCPINh6M and earn 15 minutes of fame for being a video vixen with a phat ass, you can gather your eagle wings in the North tower. You should notice the Notorious BIG Smalls in the butlers uniform, set to serve and assist you wonderful ladies in fitting for your wings. He was always so good at zipping up Faith Evans dresses, we thought he’d like doing that for eternity.

Just stand there and zip wings.

He was way too dark and ugly so he never earned his own, but Puff Daddy sand and danced enough to ensure he’d make it in.  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LHyvFryW2M

What a joke, eh that might have been a cheap shot to bring Puff Daddy and Biggie into this conversation, it’s just, I am so sick of color being a barrier for people I guess. But as long as there are people, it will play a part in the minds of men and women that hold their minds hostage and will build politics and kingdoms centered around it. We will split God into figures of hued stone that resembles us in some fashion and suggest if he looks like me, then he is the one that created me. Odd considering how I can create characters of different races, backgrounds and love each with as much joy as the next. Why would I doubt God would love me less because my hair is not wavy or red and ruddy and my skin is not peached or pinked, but bronzed and red? Why is my tolerance for people and the curves, shapes and hues greater than that of a god and I am a mere man?

King Solomon, black but comely: I am glad I’ve never heard it taught, due to Solomon’s hue of skin the temple came down. Why are we so caught up with color that we would actually base our safety on it, risk our lives for it? When in the middle of turmoil, pain, upheaval, or simply in a moment of benign joy during an annual parade in the city, color should be the last thing discussed.

Ever since I was a boy, I’ve held a rigid position on color talk. I had to be set because all of my friends where white. My first love was a gothic princess, that used to put a cat collar and a leash around my neck. I lived in New Jersey and traveled to upstate New York and Ohio all the time and had so much fun playing video games, poker or reading comics with white people. Lived in Kansas where they tried to make me where a confederate uniform for the JROTC program. I did not know if it was a joke of if they really felt I would be honoring someone’s death by wearing that uniform.

I sought to be above the barriers poised by classification and color because I am an artist.  Because I am a storyteller and find relevance in people and can’t deny anyone based on my insecurities. I would not want someone to look at me and deny me access to anything. A communicable discussion, a forum, anything political, or my own comfort and what I believe to be good for me because of my color, because  their preconceived beliefs  denotes I should be marginalized.

I laughed myself into stitches, when during my junior year of highschool I realized all of the black children expected me to eat my lunch on the wall and away from the ‘preppy-white,’ children because they decided to self-segregate. Because they felt they did not have a life style or come from a family that could afford to play golf at the local country club. That they would not and were not admitted to be  apart of a society setting our grandparents and great grandparents were conditionally denied. I was infuriated by the idea of having to defend my home and right to existence, from people of my own color, if I ever married an Asian, white, Indian, Arab, anything besides a black woman. Especially to look at me, you’d never out right believe I was of African decent until I grew out my hair, which I would wear proudly, long and wild.

Fredrick Douglas had nothing on me in my desire to topple the walls the youth of my generation would build around themselves for the sake of traditions that should have been long dead. I would have loved to ignore this conversation, but it is all over the conservative radio, it is misdirected or used callously on liberal stations and it’s become too easy to degrade someone you might disagree with on a benign social discussion, as a racist.

It is too easy to believe I don’t attribute credibility in the claim when you call me an Uncle Tom because I speak well and try very hard not to curse when it would be so much more convenient to do so.          

https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/730095

Honestly in the world of art this should never be a discussion and if life truly imitated art in this dynamic the world would be a better place. At least confrontation and schisms would not be as prevalent as it is today. To me it is like we begin the topic of hues and what is beautiful or seen in heaven, because we don’t have anything else to talk about.

I illustrated “Fallen,” as a response to how ridiculous of an idea of not being accepted by God or anyone would feel that way, because they are black. That someone would use the Bible to teach that and we would stop illustrating wings when talking about angels, in order to unify the spectrum of colors that make up our world into the kingdom of Zion.

Hard to imagine; in some aspects we still can’t agree on a marketable environment that unites black, white, Asian, and Indian dreamers.      

[entomjinx]

Homophobes Are Assholes

Prompt: Excuse me?

Warnings: A homophobic asshole makes an appearance at the guild, and there are many insults thrown, including homophobic ones. Read carefully, please.

There were somethings about human society that genuinely pissed Natsu off. They were few and far between, but they were still there. The guy on the other side of the guild was one of them. He was tallish, with brown hair and soft blue eyes, but he had quickly proven that his personality was not as pretty as he was.

He had come in with a job request, and he'd immediately started flirting with Mira, despite her constant rejections. No matter how many times she tried to walk away and serve someone else, he'd pull her back to him.

He was being a dick, and Natsu wasn't the only one angry. He could see Gray and Erza sending death glares, and he could hear the soft growls coming from his fellow Dragon slayers.

Then he grabbed her across the waist, and Natsu was already crossing the room. Mira was showing extreme discomfort, and she was tugging at his arm.

Laxus got there first. "Hey, jackass. She said no." He pulled Mira's much smaller frame out of the brutish brunet's, shoving her behind him.

"I never heard a no," He protested. He may not have showed any fear at the blond's presence, but Natsu could smell it. "I just heard rather pleasant disagreements. One's the can be changed, you know?"

"No, I don't," Laxus said. He bent down so that he was face to face with the smaller male, and he allowed his magic to spark.

"Deck him, Laxus" Freed was leaning over the side rail of the second floor, but that was all that was needed. The brunet, who Natsu still didn't know the name of, took only a single glace at the rune mage.

His smirk turned vicious, and Natsu realized what was coming just a moment too late. "Is she your little cheer-leader, faggot?"

Laxus raised an eyebrow curiously, "The hell are you talking about?" The entire guild was watching, and for the first time in years, he was about to make a fool of himself.

Natsu stepped in between them, "First of all, I was on the other side of the room, and I definitely heard Mira tell you no." The brunet tried to interrupt, but Natsu didn't plan on taking any of his shit. "No, shut the fuck up. You're going to sit back in that bar seat, hold your tongue, and listen. If you don't I'm going to drop kick your ass across Fiore. Am I clear?" He could feel the stares of his guild mates on his back. Natsu had made a point to not snap at people, with the exception of Gray, so they weren't used to seeing him pissed at people they weren't fighting. He received nod from the intruder, so he continued, "Good. Now, second of all, Freed's a boy, so no matter what you think he looks like, he identifies and a guy. Get over it. Third of all, the word 'faggot' is an English word for cigarette, not a gay person. Fourth of all, you've made Mira uncomfortable, so I'm going to have to ask you to get the hell out of our guild and to find a new place for your request."

The flyer for his job was ribbed off the board but an irate Erza, who then proceeded to shred it.

Natsu began to walk away, but a small mumble had him whipping around, "Care to repeat that? I'm not sure I caught it all."

The intruder didn't hesitate. "You never denied that they were dating, and judging by the way you reacted, your just as much of a filthy homo." The entire guild was enthralled at this point, and Natsu couldn't say he blamed them. He was struggling not to laugh at the moron who decided to mess with Fairy Tail.

"Well they think they're sneaky and I didn't want to out them if they weren't comfortable with it, but in all honesty, who didn't know they were dating?" Their faces turned an alarming shade of red, and Laxus spluttered out to many denials to count. "Come on, show of hands. Who actually didn't know?" He turned back to the brunet and gestured to their audience. "No one person didn't know, and newsflash, not one of them cares."

The brunet was still yapping, but he was running on fumes now. "It doesn't change the fact that-"

"They're gay?" Natsu interjected. "They love each other? They're happy? I know you weren't about to throw in another blatant homophobic comment. That would be beyond rude." He could hear Gajeel and Gray quietly giggling. "Look, I have no right to tell you how to live your life, but if you want a girlfriend so badly, you better pull all of the dick out of your personality so that you actually have one to use." Several guild members burst into laughter, and two chastising shouts from Alzack and Bisca, who were holding Asuka's ears.

Natsu cringed slightly, "Oops."

The brunet stood up the rest of the way, towering over the much smaller pinkette. "It's disgusting," he finished.

The pinkette froze in place for a moment, before stretching a grin across his face. He shot a glance at the parents of Fairy Tail's resident six-year-old, and they took Asuka out of the room. "Excuse me?" Natsu said sweetly. "I really think I just misheard you."

"Well, dragon slayer," He hissed out, "I think you need to get your ears checked. I said that they, and you, are disgusting."

"Well, mother fucker," Natsu started, "not one of us needs your opinion, so you can shove it up your ass with the rest of your shit, and if you you have a problem getting it up there, I'm sure you can use the stick you keep there. You know, if you aren't too busy fucking yourself on it like it's a dildo." The pinkette lunged forwards, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around his midsection, and the brunet was picked up in between their master's forefinger and thumb.

"I get back from a meeting and the first thing I see is you harassing my brats?" The brunet gaped at the their giant of a master as he held him twenty feet above the ground. "I don't ever want to see you here again, boy." Macao and Wakaba held the doors open, and Makarov tossed him through. "So does anyone want to explain everything that just happened to me?"

With the intruder gone, the guild had an easier time focusing on everything else that happened, and noticing things that were still happening. When Gray had pulled Natsu backwards, the momentum had knocked them to the floor, but they never separated. Gray was rubbing a circle in Natsu's forearm and talking to him quietly.

The guild could do nothing but gape. "Ignore them," Erza muttered, "Their relationship is the most complicated thing to try to understand."

Juvia was still staring at them, "Juvia should have known."

"Anyways," Erza shouted, "He came in here, continuously assaulted Mira while ignoring her protests, called Freed a girl, insulted several other guild members, and pissed Natsu off." Everyone knew she left off details so that Master wouldn't murder the guy, but none of them were complaining.

It wasn't until later that night that Laxus decided he had to know. He tracked down Natsu, who was in the back of the guild, and still partially attached to Gray. They were talking quietly when he interrupted them, but Natsu had already noticed his presence and made a gesture for him to come on over. He sat down across from them and decided to listen for a moment.

"-That might be true, but I don't think it'll make much sense to our guild mates. I mean, to them it'd be weird-"

Gray interrupted him almost immediately, "They might, but it's part of you, and I can see how uncomfortable you are every time someone brings it up. I think you should t-"

"If they ask I will." Gray shot the pinkette a look. "They'll realize I didn't deny the fact I wasn't straight at some point. Trust me, they'll ask."

Gray didn't look satisfied with that. "But-"

"I don't feel like announcing it," Natsu said with finality.

"Fine."

"If you don't mind me butting in," Laxus mentioned, and Gray jumped slightly, "I have a couple questions.

"When did-?"

"He's been here for a while, Gray," the pinkette muttered, "Let me guess, how I knew and what we were talking about?" The blond nodded once, "I'm a dragon slayer, and when people are around each other a lot, their scents mingle. When they're together in- ah," Natsu's cheeks reddened, "a different way, it's a slightly different scent. Other times they're so close that their magics bond, and their scents become almost impossible to tell apart. Does that make sense?"

"It makes some sense, but people's magic can bind together?" Most of it had made sense to the blond, but that was the part that didn't. "That shouldn't be possible, should it?"

"Yeah, look at Alzack and Bisca. They smell like each other in the other way, and their magics are bonding. It takes a long time for that to happen, so theirs isn't finished yet." I simple sniff in their direction had told Laxus all of the same things, but that still didn't tell him how it works or how it's possible. "Yours and Freed's are completely bonded."

Laxus turned back to the pinkette nearly fast enough to cause whiplash. "What?"

"It's probably been doing it since you've known each other, so you'd have eventually ended up together anyways," He continued, "The second thing was about me being ace, and that with how overly sexual some members of our guild are, it would be really difficult for them to understand. I just don't feel like dealing with their questions unless directly asked, so uh, yeah. That's it."

"You being ace makes perfect sense, but," Something had clicked about the situation as Natsu was talking. One of the times that Natsu ran off when they were younger, Makarov had made him track down the small slayer. He kept getting turned around, and for some reason, he would keep finding Gray. "You realize that you and GRay are the same way right?"

"No shit, Sherlock. He's my boyfriend. Has been for six years now."

Laxus got up and walked away. "Complicated my ass, Erza. They're impossible."

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#one-shot #one shot #One hundred prompt challenge #gratsu #natsu #natsu dragneel #Natsu x Gray #Gray x Natsu #natray #fraxus #Laxus Dreyar #freed justine #freed x laxus #laxus x freed #Erza Titania #juvia loxar #makarov dreyar #alzack connell #bisca mulan #asuka connell #Mirajane Strauss #sassy natsu #homophobic language #ace natsu #ace gray #the background character I used is a dick #gay laxus #gay freed #no one understands Gray and Natsu's relationship #prompt sixteen of one hundred

[agentaw]

Detroit: Become Human - Funny story...

Okay... so Story Time because my friends pointed this out and it’s been fucking with me ever since.

This is the story of how I kinda...sorta wrote/ predicted parts of DBH about...2 years ago. Just hear me out...okay?

So this all started similarly to how DBH started, with that dope-ass demo back in 2012. My 15 year old self became enthralled in it, much like I am now enthralled in the full game. I’ve always loved story telling and had a sort of soft spot for digital modelling. So that demo was a masterpiece to me, it had a great concept and beautiful design. It was a short obsession but it had an impact. 

And that was the last piece of news I’d ever hear about it until a month after they released the full game. I remember hearing some rumour that they weren’t gonna make it a full game or something and left it at that. I didn’t hear anything about it’s coverage at E3 because while I like video games, I become absorbed in different obsessions from time to time. 

And two years ago I was obsessed with Dungeons and Dragons, the thought of creating a whole world and having others enter it was fascinating. And while I tried to create worlds from scratch, I had a problem. 

I had never been too interested in Fantasy things, I liked fantasy characters but tended to focus on too much of the political aspect of fantasy worlds and not the fun stuff like slaying dragons and stuff. 

The return of an old obsession began to try and take my focus off of DnD but I wasn’t ready to let it go yet. 

So I merged them, DnD didn’t have to be fantasy, I didn’t have to invent a world from scratch and luckily my old obsession had a world pre-designed. Marvel, specifically MCU had a treasure trove of lore and I could take a number of rules from DnD 5e and tweak them to suit the change in genre. 

So I started off with a one shot campaign, set in a HYDRA base. My three player characters would be playing themselves and making decision based on how they’d react. They ‘woke up’ in a white plastic robot body. Singular, all three were in the same body, looking through the same eyes and rolling for control over said robot body. It was entertaining to watch them figure out what they hell was going on organically. They quickly met the first NPC an old doctor/sciencist who was a very nervous person. He explained that they’d all been loaded into the same body by accident and that he was just testing out that his creation (the body itself) was working correctly. So my players decided to answer the jumpy doctors questions and let one of them take control as the doctor got them to walk around while still connected to the computer around them by a bunch of wires connected to the back of their neck. The doctor left the room briefly (to report to his superiors) before returning and calmly explaining that he’d need to shut them down before making the rest of the bodies. Yes, this was heavily inspired by the demo but the players didn’t notice or didn’t comment on it at the time. And they genuinely really like the one-shot. So, I started writing more, growing the campaign and expanding my list of NPCs.

Now I know what you’re thinking, “wow...you ripped off the demo and think that counts as writing a whole game” but I never said I wrote the whole story, that would be mental. But as both me and my players have pointed out, there is a large number of similarities which is spooky because as i already stated I didn’t know anything about DBH until almost a month after it’s full release. 

The first and most profound is Amanda. Or my Amanda, who’s called Ruth LaRue. Dr. Ruth LaRue, the trio’s psychologist/co-creator who acts pleasant (too pleasant) towards them...unless they disobey or resist their training to become Hydra Assets. One of my players is rebellious and LaRue has tried to manipulate and coldly threatened him as a result. While another obeys and gets praise and rewards as a result. Also she looks like Amanda (a character i didn’t even know existed), I originally described her as the same race, hairstyle, though slightly younger. And then I drew her (poorly) for my players to get a better idea of how she looked and Jesus Christ they look the same. 

Another is the fact that I have three player characters. There was a possible fourth player but work and life made it difficult for her to be a part of the game. Also my players are two boys and one girl. And while that’s all freaky, their characters appearances/designs are extra weird. Originally, after all getting their own bodies, they all had white plastic robot bodies, all male design (which female player wasn’t happy about because she missed her boobs). The only way to tell them apart was voice and the nervous doctor had given them different coloured eyes. Creating robots came with the challenge of figuring out how their bodies worked (one player was particularly interested in this). Once again inspiration partly came from the Kara demo, the robots are a water (blue liquid) based system, a pump (heart) transports water, which is collect in bags (lungs) through the robots absorbing moisture in the air (through breathing), around the machine frame (body). The water has two purposes, to thinly coat the white plastic casing (skin), which allowed the robot to feel pressure but not texture and also to keep the pump valves going, which creates the energy the machines (players) are run on. After learning that the white plastic version could be easily broken during training, the nervous doctor created a second batch of models, this time made out of metal (female asked for a female body and therefore the doctor gave her a large dent in her chest plate, she was pleased). They then get a new model, ones that are designed to blend in with humans. And this is where this section gets super freaky. The player got no say in how they looked because in game they wouldn’t. 

The female is the shortest model as well as they palest model with loads of freckles, the similarities with Kara stop there but the female player has been gifted a female kitten (thankfully named Cookie, not Alice) as the reward and is quite paranoid about it being taken off her or harmed (calm down, I haven’t hurt the cat...yet). 

One of the males is only slightly more tanned than the female with considerably less freckles and markings. He’s the tallest and the player has been surprisingly obedient, only "failing” when he doesn’t understand what’s happen or doesn’t think something will benefit HYDRA. Because of this he’s been promoted to team leader by the powers that be. He’s logical and is usually thinking about training and what’s going on in the NPCs’ heads. 

Lastly we have the second male who looks southern European (Spain, Italy, Greece and could probably pass as Mexican but the story is set in central Europe) so a different ethnicity/race to the other two. This is the rebellious player who generally plays pranks, cracks jokes and says “fuck you” to authority. Like I said before as a result, he tends to be the one looked down on and oppressed by the powers that be. He generally has a very clear line which he won’t cross no matter what and is willing to stand up if he views something as drastically wrong (refused to hurt his friends or pick up a gun).

Also when asked what they wanted to be called (I.e What’s your name?) The players decided to to sick to what the nice nervous doctor had designated them, i.e the colours of their eyes. Rebellious is Red. Logical is Blue and Female is Purple (name later changed to Violet).

Next is three more NPCs, who have enough in common with the DBH characters to mess with me. 

The nervous doctor, Dr. Thomas Thornley, while having a completely different personality, has formed relationships like Hank. A number of the players refer to him as “Daddy Thornley”, not to his face but when talking to each other in game. And most disturbingly the rebellious player has implied on several occasions that he “ships” the logical male player with father-figure Thornley, jokingly of course. And while in the beginning Thornley may have viewed the robots as a project or experiment, he now appears quite protective and fond of them. Even displaying discomfort when one is broken or completely destroyed. 

Their combat and gun trainer, Agent Woodrow who is ex-military and treats the robots exactly like you’d expect he would, like machines. He could either be Gavin or Captain Allen but either way he’s a genuine aggressor and dislikes/hates the robots. 

The Head of Hydra, Director Malachi Storm who has an air of mystery around him and commands any room he enters. He’s considerable less creepy than Kamski but is an “all-knowing, all-powerful” character. Also I guess I’m technically also Elijah Kamski (a.k.a GOD) and my players pointed out that i have his sadistic, power hungry play style (thanks, guys).

Lastly is a few game mechanics and events i put in the game. The players have always been able to telepathically talk to one another, they can also transfer images to each other. If broken beyond repair (i.e Killed) they now get automatically rebuilt, similar to Connor. I made LaRue give them a morality test which was mostly the “Track dilemma” which is similar to both the driver-less car AIs and the Kamski test. I actually did the motherfucking Kamski test with one or two of my players (but with humans instead of androids lol). Also the players believe they’re alive (which technically they are). They’ve literally been give zero context as to how they are in robot bodies in the MCU, specifically they’re last memories before the start of the game are of going to sleep in their beds in the real world. They are literally three robots walking around stating that they’re alive. 

And yes, I realise that Cage took shit from other movies but it have seen any of those movies so...:P

If I looked hard I could probably find more scary comparisons but a) I don’t particularly want to show all my cards, in case my players read this post, and b) I appear to have written a fucking TED talk out of what was supposed to be a short funny story. 

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh kara #dbh markus #dbh hank #dbh amanda #dbh kamski #dbh everyone #custom dnd #dnd shenanigans #story time #freaky #what is life #thanks for coming to my ted talk

[medea10]

Medea’s Anime & Game Superlative of 2017

Time to do the annual list I do once a year acknowledging the anime and games I played this year. So that means if an anime came out in like...1979, as long as I watched it this year, it counts for my list. Let’s get started! First Fandom of 2017: Blue Exorcist: Kyoto Saga I started Blue Exorcist back in 2013 and fell in love with the story instantly. However, I often wondered what came after the whole finally confronting Satan story of the anime. Don’t spoil it for me, I’m not caught up with the manga yet. So when they announced this anime was going to come back, I was all ready to watch Rin and Yukio in action. Despite the many reservations I had with this particular season, I was so excited for this season early this year and couldn’t wait for the latest episode to air each week. I am satisfied to hear back-stories from some of the minor characters like Bon, Shima, and Konekomaru. And of course any moment when Rin is about to punch someone in the face is always satisfying to watch! Rin grows quite a bit in this season so this season wasn't a complete waste. Plus Bryce Papenbrook slays it as Rin and we get another awesome song by UVERworld. Favorite Main Character of 2017: Oscar François de Jarjeyes (Rose of Versailles)

As I mentioned in my superlative list last year, Rose of Versailles was an anime I didn’t expect to get into, but enjoyed nevertheless. And as I continued watching this year, I was severely hooked on the main character, Oscar. I know Oscar is indeed a fictional character in a story that’s based on actual history. Which makes me wonder if history would be any different if Oscar truly existed? I felt for this woman, especially in those last 10 episodes of the series. Oscar is one of the toughest females in anime history with her attacks during the French Revolution and the turmoil she went through in her love life. I was rooting for her to succeed throughout the entire series. All the way up to standing up against the French Army, she does it all! Favorite Villain of 2017: Frieza (Dragon Ball Super) Why do I love the biggest assholes in the Dragon Ball series? I don’t know. Out of all the villains in this series, Frieza was my favorite. Despite during the Z series where it literally takes him around 10 episodes to try and blow up a simple planet! With Dragon Ball Super, he’s still pure evil! He ends up resurrected more than once (thanks a lot Goku). However, I really wish that he would have gotten more of an evil streak during this Universe Competition saga. I know he can’t kill anybody or he’d be disqualified, but he could do a little more other than just stand on a pirch and laugh at the pitiful fighters. But when he’s fighting the Saiyans (including other universe Saiyans like Cabba), he’s ruthless! Anyone else hoping to see him take on Jiren in the coming episodes? Favorite Video Game Character of 2017: Lillie (Pokemon Ultra Moon) Lillie, you’ve done it again! And you are THIS close to becoming my favorite in the anime (except I’m still a Lana fangirl). With the Ultra Sun/Moon games, Lillie definitely shows hutzpah in her actions. She goes to great lengths in order to save the pokemon Cosmog and would even go through dangerous situations in order to save her own mother (who verbally disowned her). What’s even better with these new games is that in the post-game, Lillie actually battles with a pokemon. AND IT’S FROM THE CLEFABLE LINE! Lillie actually battles alongside you with a Clefairy. If it means I get to fight against that genital wart, Faba with this little lady by my side, I am very satisfied! This is awesome! I’m glad we get this extra bit in these games since the previous version had Lillie traveling and we don’t see her after defeating the league. Favorite Game of 2017: Miitopia …It’s my own fault for getting hooked on Tomodachi Life back in 2014. Ever since then, I’ve been having so much fun with these Mii games. And Miitopia was no exception! Guys, it was either this game or one of the Freemium games the Japanese throw my way. But since I don't feel like getting into Idol Hell with Love Live, I'm going with the miis again. As for this game, I got to add my favorite characters of anime (like Tracey Sketchit), favorite characters on sitcoms, favorite celebrities, and all sorts of others to fight an evil Dark Lord. Better yet, this game doesn’t care in terms of gender. You can be a boy character and be a princess. You can make two men lovers! Plus browsing through all the miis there are was amusing. I can’t tell you how many Guy Fieri’s and Rick Sanchez’s I’ve seen come through my game. Plus, I had a lot of fun trying to kill Donald Trump and Celine Dion. These are the people I despise, deal with it. The one downside was having your face stolen and having it put on something absurd like a rock, a mouse, or a turkey’s ASS! WHY WOULD YOU ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN?! Favorite Het Couple of 2017: Takeo Gouda x Rinko Yamato (My Love Story) THIS WAS SO ADORABLE! These two, together, the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen! I can’t believe it has taken me so long to watch this series. So this series revolves around a very, very, very, if the mother wasn't a former pro-wrestler, she would have split in half giving birth to him large high school freshman named Takeo falling in love with this petite girl named Yamato. I was amazed to find that they both confessed their feelings for each other so early in the series. And then have the rest of the series dedicated to their relationship blossoming! I know they’re only high school students, but seeing them do the simplest of things like holding hands or going on a date is downright adorable to see them do. Yamato sees past Takeo’s large exterior and sees that he is a sweet boy. I want this couple to thrive well into old age! Long live this ship! Favorite Yuri Couple of 2017: Ymir x Christa/Historia (Attack on Titan: Season 2) This year there were several Yuri couples that caught my eye (including couples from Love Live and Miss Kobayashi). But the one that stood out the most came from Attack on Titan’s second season. In the first season, I really never paid attention to Ymir x Christa. I think I was busy screaming out, “HOLY SHIT, THOSE ARE SOME FUCKED UP LOOKING TITANS!” When the chibi middle school spin-off came along, they laid it on kinda thick, especially on Ymir’s end. But this season is where it all came out. Particularly in the episode Historia! In this episode, we get a touching flashback of the two girls surviving in the harsh winter climate. Ymir did a lot in order to protect Christa, even exposing her giant secret. Both girls cared about each other enough so to confide in each other their dark secrets. I know this ship might die down when season 3 airs next July, but as for this season, we got plenty of this, and I couldn’t be any happier. Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2017: Grell Sutcliff x Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic) Here I am again with this one-sided ship. Call it a long-time guilty pleasure. Okay, I’ll be honest. I didn’t watch that many anime this year where I was enthralled with two boys. Not like last year when Yuri on Ice aired! I almost gave a pity throwaway to Ash x Kiawe from Pokemon: Sun & Moon. But one thing I do remember and liked was when I went to the screening of Black Butler’s Book of the Atlantic. Because with Black Butler, you never know when a certain reaper in red is going to come swinging a chainsaw! And as I said before, this ship is heavily one-sided as Grell always wants Sebastian (either to make love to him or kill him…or both) and Sebastian finds him annoying and dodges his advances. But my fangirly heart still loves this ship. Besides, this isn’t the first time I’ve put this ship on my superlative list. Not even a boat-load of zombies can keep Grell away from his Sebas-chan! Eight years later and I still squeal anytime I see that! Fandom That You Didn’t Expect To Get Into: Sakura Quest In April this year, I picked a completely random anime that was brand new to start. I had no idea what it was about, I just jumped right into it. And what I found was a quaint story about a young girl who becomes queen of a very rural town. There are many fine animes that delve into the concept of living in a small, rural town and the colorful characters that live there. And honestly, I’m just glad that it didn’t end up with the people murdering each other (like Shiki or Higurashi). Instead, we get the main character Yoshino take part as the role of queen of the small kingdom. And with the help of four other girls from the town, they were able to bring life into their little town. I enjoyed many of these characters and fell in love with many of their back-stories. From Maki striving to be an actress to Ririko breaking out of her shell! Kadota wanting to make-up for his past mistakes he made in his youth, to Yoshino deciding on her future! Even though Yoshino wasn't too fond of the small village scene, she quickly adapted and learned that small towns like Manoyama can be just as fulfilling as big cities like Tokyo. Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Attack on Titan *singing incoherent Japanese gibberish* YEAGER! I didn’t think I was going to get into the Attack on Titan hype train this year as big as I did. Especially since it’s been 4 years since the previous season aired. Buckle up bitches! Despite this being only 12 episodes, this season was truly memorable and gave us MANY, MANY, MANY revelations. However most of that was from minor characters. Now this season did come with some irritating things. Like Levi and Jean being pushed to the side. Eren is like a hostage for what feels like half the season. And Mikasa turned into so much of a yandere, I think Yuno Gasai pissed herself. But aside from my nitpicky things, I really enjoyed this season of Attack on Titan. Not just with this season, but catching up with the manga as well. Because I’m not waiting until 2018 to learn about giant monkey man titan! Add to that, a bomb-ass opening theme by Linked Horizon, Eren fighting the armored and colossal titan, and Ymir x Christa, this was one hell of a season. Can’t wait for July 2018! Fandom That Inspired the Most Crack: Miss Kobayashi’s Maid Dragon This is something I’m currently watching…and boy is it crazy! I almost gave it to Mr. Osomatsu again, but then I see busty dragon ladies! Imagine if you will, opening your front door and finding a humungus dragon standing at your door step. You are either in an anime, stoned off your ass, still drunk, or this is just a dream. Well in this case it’s an anime…and Miss Kobayashi might have been hungover when she met Tohru. And because it’s an anime, why not have this dragon transform into a busty girl? Thanks Japan! And living with Tohru and the rest of the dragons is anything but simple. Since Tohru is going to be Kobayashi’s maid, she’ll have to cook (by she’s going to cut off her tail and cook it for her master), clean (by licking Kobayashi’s clothes with her tongue), and protect the home from intruders (by blowing any and all intruders to oblivion). Yeah, this anime is wacky with not only Tohru, but the other mythical creatures like Kanna, Fafnir, Elma, and one of animes BIGGEST PAIRS OF TITS I’VE EVER SEEN Lucoa. Last Fandom of 2017: Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma: The Third Plate The third season of Food Wars is by far the BEST thing to air for Fall 2017 animes. Not just I think so, but friends and co-workers of mine agree. Fans of the show were finally treated to meeting rest of Totsuki Academy’s Elite Ten. Not only that, but learn a great deal of one of this anime’s most hated characters (as to why we hate her). As Totsuki is drenched in tradition, we see this tradition break by an uprising as an exiled member of Totsuki emerges and ends up taking over the academy. This leading to mass changes in curriculum with the students and the Shokugeki in danger of no longer existing! To which Soma Yukihira says, “Hold my beer. It’s time to cook.” Okay, he doesn’t exactly say that, but he definitely takes on the establishment (including several Elite Ten members) in order to protect his friends and colleagues of the school. And let’s not forget what this show also contains! FOOD ORGASMS! I will admit that the later seasons have toned down a bit on the food orgasms that’s shown. But when it does happen, it’s almost other-worldly due to who’s cooking the food. I would love to eat any of that food that they cook on this show…I just don’t want my clothes to rip off me while the food molests me both ways.

#blue exorsict #rose of versailles #oscar francois de jarjeyes #frieza #dragon ball super #pokemon ultra sun and ultra moon #lillie #miitopia #takeo gouda #rinko yamato #my love story #ymir #historia #attack on titan #grell sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #black butler #sakura quest #miss kobayashi's dragon maid #shokugeki no soma

[hcofasgard]

Finally watched the end of Game of Thrones. Just throwing out some thoughts here. I tapped out of the series emotionally somewhere around Season 4 or 5 so I was less frustrated than a lot of people watching the finale.

Due to the over-all high production value I always find it hard to scale Game of Thrones. How "bad" is a bad episode of a good tv show? At it's best the show is fantastic, enthralling, and smart. At it's worst it's incredibly frustrating to watch complex characters, enthralling cinematography, great performances, and beautiful costume/sets used to tell a story that feels dour and meandering. Especially when that story is also filled with graphic and pointless violence, misogynistic undertones, explicit violence against women, a general atmosphere of misanthropy bordering on nihilism, and a focus on twists and subversions over solid story structure.   

I'm not going to bother with a full review. I liked where a lot of characters ended up. A lot of characters (one in particular!) got shafted. I found the final two episodes deeply unpleasant to watch in a way that was both boring and offensive. However, I really enjoyed most of the episodes preceding that, more in the way that I enjoy a typical high fantasy adventure but still. Over all Game of Thrones provided 8 years of engaging television and I think everyone involved can and should be proud of that, no matter how things ended.   

Having said all of that, I will now undercut myself by adding a list of endings I think would have been more enjoyable. Please note this is more of a writing exercise for myself than anything. Remaking an entire season is dumb. Game of Thrones isn't the first show in history to flub the ending.

​                      Game of Thrones Endings That I Like More-

1.Tyrion Manipulates Jaime - Jaime and Cersie arrive at the cove expecting to be smuggled out. Instead Daenerys is waiting for them with Tyrion. Once and for all Tyrion chooses the greater good over the fucked-up sense of Lannister family loyalty that Tywin drilled into his children. Saves the kingdom through an action that causes him immense personal guilt (maybe Jaime dies protecting Cersie). Battle ends before Daenerys goes mad. She does not intentionally murder civilians.

2.Daenerys Becomes Queen - Because Qyburn explicitly states that there are no more Scorpions, Dany just flys straight to the keep without torching any civilians. Nukes Cersie. Maybe Jon and Daenerys have a falling out over the fate of captured Lannister soldiers and he is imprisoned. Daenerys is faced with the moral quandary of killing him to solidify her claim. Sansa and the North threaten to rebel if Jon is harmed. Jon agrees to rejoin the Nights Watch to avoid a second pointless war, swears to father no children/go into exile over the Wall.

3.Daenerys And Sansa Talk It Out - Probably happens before the battle of Winterfell. In a show that's all about which character should lead a nation at least one of these characters actually shows an ounce of diplomatic skill and tries to negotiate with their allies. Daenerys and Sansa hash out what the North being an independent nation actually means. Maybe there's a way for the North to get more freedoms but nominally stay a part of the seven (allowing Dany to save face in front of the other lords). Or negotiations break down but at least they talk about it instead fighting over a man.

4.Knight King is The Main Villain - Our heroes survive the undead hordes attacking Winterfell but either the Night King escapes or the attack on Winterfell was a distraction. Circles around to Kings Landing and attacks, (using snow storms to protect his undead dragon from scorpions). Cersei manages to seal herself in the Red Keep(maybe with a ton of Wildfire) but this leaves the Night King free to butcher the inhabitants of Kings Landing and turn them. Jon and Dany try to free the city but realize it's a lost cause. Dany sets fire to King's Landing to save the rest of the realm, either sacrificing the symbolic seat of power or turning Jon against her for sacrificing civilians.

5.Daenerys Gives Up The Throne - I see this as part of destroying Kings Landing. Dany gives up the throne in order to save the realm. Afterwards her character can go in several directions. 1) Has to spend the next couple years helping rebuild Westeros and winning the favor of the lords. eventually becomes Queen but as Daenerys the Diplomat rather than Daenerys the Conqueror.2) Settles for being a High Lord, retaking Dragonstone as the seat of a renewed House Targaryen. Maybe helps rule Westeros as part of a Council of Eight and gets the home she always wanted. 3) Realizes Westeros isn't her home after all, either returns to Mereen to finish her work there or fucks off on her dragon to parts unknown.

#game of thrones spoilers #game of thrones finale #game of thrones