#and why do both of them look phallic

[eddie4bat-president]

I have a vision and that vision is of modern day steddie on tiktok - eddie is moderately successful with his band and on the side he's doing tiktok and YouTube just for fun (but also promotion. You know how it is); he does bts on the tour bus, backstage, at the studio (annoying the shit out of his fellow band members (affectionately)) but also a lot of D&D and fantasy related shenanigans when he's at home

Steve is an EMT and only downloaded tiktok to keep up with the Party and got a following on accident; Dustin posted a video talking about planning something truly reckless including fireworks and Steve stitched it, pointing at the camera "No. Absolutely not, you little shithead! Do you know how many people I've seen who lost fingers doing shit like that?‐" he keeps going until the video abruptly cuts off. The party remains unsure if he was even aware that the video was public and not a private reply and they make fun of both Steve and Dustin the next times they see them and also? run with it.

The kids (plus Robin) keep posting things they know Steve would tell them off for and he keeps stitching them until their videos turn into them just showing a thing and then showing themselves staring meaningfully into the camera and he stitches them tiredly telling them No.

Suddenly he gets tagged in random shitheads doing reckless shit and at first he's confused ("those aren't even my shitheads!") but he gets the joke and plays along until he's suddenly the guy that gets tagged when an object has a phallic shape but no flared base just so he'll point his finger and say "no". I'm imagining he starts branching out from those and the rants (that were originally for his friends) to more vlog-like updates while he does his hair to hair-care tips to first-aid to some fitness. Does he do some of these tiktoks in very tight polo shirts that have his chest hair peeking out and some of them sweaty and shirtless? Maybe. Is he aware that's what a lot of his followers are here for? Absolutely.

Anyway obviously Known Menace Eddie Munson is someone who would look at a suspiciously penis shaped award or a gargantuan d&d figurine or a particularly phallicly bollard and wiggle his eyebrows at a camera. And maybe when Steve gets tagged in one of those he offers him something safer. Like himself.

"Why the fuck did I say that- I can't just say that on the internet- yeah no this one needs a take two, holy shit" he did film a take two. It's just that he posted a tiktok that was both takes. Eddie is a fan.

#i can't write fanfiction but i can write whatever this is #steddie #modern steddie #hey i'm talkin' here #social media au #tiktok steddie #top posts #steddie notfic

[morganbritton132]

I absolutely love every time other people find something out about Steve and are just like ???

I wonder if any of his student’s parents are fans of Eddie’s but have no idea their kid’s teacher is married to him (perhaps finding out at career day 👀)

I love the thought of some rock n roll dad (aka: the guy in the minivan blaring Rage Against the Machine during morning drop off (aka: aka: my dad)) meeting his kid’s teacher during open house and seeing a picture on his desk of him and guitar legend, Eddie Munson.

Steve’s in the middle of explaining the curriculum for the year when Rock N Roll Dad points to a picture of him and Eddie backstage at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame last year when Eddie presented like, “You like that guy?”

Steve looks from Rock N Roll Dad to the picture and then back, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then he goes back to talking about what they should expect in terms of homework and that was that until parent/teacher conferences.

The first thing Rock N Roll Dad clocks in the new picture on Steve’s desk. It replaced the Eddie Munson one with a new one of the two of them in the parking lot after a local show. Steve’s got his arm thrown around Eddie’s neck, both of them smiling wide, and Gareth is in the background giving them bunny ears.

Rock N Roll Dad points to the framed picture like, “Pretty cool to have met ‘em.”  

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Rock N Roll Dad is not gay himself but he is not one of those ultra straight Corroded Coffin fans that liked to pretend that half the band isn’t queer. He was actually watching the MTV Music Awards show that Eddie publicly came out at by declaring his love for some guy named Steve, and actually.

Rock N Roll Dad thought it made a lot of sense that Eddie Munson was gay because well. A lot of his songs were… phallic.

So, he knows.

He knows that Eddie Munson is gay and that he’s married to some guy whose name isn’t even listed on his Wikipedia page, and he knows that he lives in Chicago, but what he doesn’t know is why he never put two and two together and got Steve Harrington.

There’s a different picture of Eddie Munson on Mr. Harrington’s desk when Rock N Roll Dad goes to talk to him after his kid gets detention for being a little shithead. There is framed original concept art for CC’s first album on the wall behind Steve when Rock N Roll Dad checks in on his kid during a zoom study session.

Hell, Rock N Roll Dad follows Eddie on Tiktok.

He has seen the ass shots that Eddie has posted of his husband in his running shorts, and he did think, yeah, that’s a great ass. He didn’t know he was thinking that about his kid’s math teacher!!

It’s not even Career Day when he discovers it. It’s the day before when they can set up their booths in the gym because Rock N Roll Dad may be a heavy metal fan always, but he’s also an accountant from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday.

 He’s struggling to keep his poster board up when in walks guitar legend, Eddie Munson. He’s carrying a box, following behind a guy carrying an iguana.

Rock N Roll Dad abandons everything and walks over to the booth across the way. He can hear the two bickering with each other but before he can say anything, Steve Harrington is there and he is distressed, “Why do you have that?!”

“Her name is Leia, Steve,” Dustin says, “and she has separation anxiety.”

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to complain but doesn’t even know where to begin so he just accepts it, “Is she going to eat somebody?”

“That happened one time!”

Eddie Munson, infamous guitarist that lived on Rock N Roll Dad’s walls as a teenager, uses the opportunity to slide up next to Mr. Harrington and wrap an arm around him. He kisses his cheek, “Baby, we’re here to help.”

“You’re here to guilt me into letting you be a part of Career Day.”

“I can multitask, babe,” Eddie grinned, still so close to Steve that his smile touches his cheek. Steve just sags against him and Rock N Roll Dad thinks, oh. He thinks, oh, shit.

“You have a fan,” Steve mumbles, pulling away a little. It takes Rock N Roll Dad a second to realize that they’re talking about him and then he thinks, fuck.

“Hey – Hi. Uh.” He stops, thinks about lying and saying he needs tape or something, but settles on, “I didn’t know my kid’s teacher married you.”

“Technically, I married him.”

“Technically, I married both of you,” Dustin pointed out. “I officiated the wedding.”

“Ah,” Rock N Roll Dad says because what else is there to say. “Big fan.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

#at this point in the timeline Steve has only been shot from waist down in Eddie’s Tiktok account #you may be thinking ‘is rock n roll dad Jeremy’s dad’ and he’s not #he’s the father of a kid that doesn’t give a shit about how their teacher is married to so when he goes home and says your math teacher is #married to a celebrity they’re like ‘I don’t know who that is so no he’s not’ #so Steve’s students don’t find out until Eddie’s infamous ‘why is your math teacher my husband’ Tiktok #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[surfinminho]

》 things that turn skz on

warnings: bladder control(no actual piss), graphoerotica, free use, a little bit of 24/7 dynamic, gun play, knife play, blood play, feminization, taking turns, double penetration, anal, phallic gags, asphyxiation, sex while unconscious(consensual), bulge kinks

male reader/gender neutral reader at some points

-chan

Sometimes chan feels like he can give people more, yk? Maybe he let's people use him as they please. Tie him to a chair and put a cock ring on his shaft and fuck him in his ass and mouth and not let him cum or you and multiple members can take turns milking him of all he's got. Both options sound just fine to him, he's giving more to them!

-minho

Why do you have a gun? Who knows, but since minho found out he's been fantasizing about you fucking him with it pressed against his head. Maybe it's loaded maybe it's not. Tell him if he makes a sound you won't hesitate to blow his brains out. does that shut him up? Maybe. Let's also say he thought about you actually using the gun to fuck him.

-changbin

Dressing up changbin in such frilly, pink outfits really arouses you. I mean he's such a buff guy with thick thighs. Putting him in a skirt with thigh highs and some makeup can set both you and him off. But when you guys started including a knife into the bedroom you honestly never stopped. You'd cut off the clothes off him with the knife. Ofcourse you'd never cut him right? Wrong. One time you accidentally cut his thigh while trying to cut the stockings he had. You tried to profusely apologize but before you even could he let's out the loudest moan you ever heard from him. Ever since you would cut him only if he deserved it though! Maybe he jerked off without permission and you cut so close to his cock it might've mad him cum.

-hyunjin

Thoughts of free use can really get this man going. When you come home stressed or too energetic and you need a release, hyunjin is right there to serve you :D. Maybe him eating you out for hours or you fucking his face, and when your done you simply leave the room. It's not your business if he doesn't release right? Out of sex too, maybe a 24/7 dynamic. he's only made to serve you. You make all the decisions and he just follows around like a brain dead puppy.

-jisung

Hear me out, teasing him in bed or maybe in the middle of you guys having sex he says he has to pee. Press down on his stomach but oh if he wets himself, he can't cum. Eventually you let him go though, but wheres the fun in letting him off so easily? Obviously he doesn't want to wet himself. But the thrill of it all makes him want too. He's begging for you to let him go, tears brimming his eyes.Maybe right when he's about to cum you let him go.

-felix

Felix knows he's small. He's roughly 5'7 but he has a small waist. Maybe use a dildo that's big- like bigger than you big. And you fuck him with it. The imprint on his stomach can make him bust immediately. But what if you stretch him out? You know you and the dildo at once? Can he take it? Probably. He's a whore for cock ofcourse. Maybe use a phallic gag on him to make him feel full in all holes.

-seungmin

The thrill of his partner choking him already makes him feel dizzy. But choking him until he passes is just :)). When he first brung up choking to you, initially you were scared of hurting him. But when you saw how good it made  him feel you guys kept doing it. Maybe putting him into a headlock once in a while too. But when he asked if you guys can look into choking him unconscious you were immediately down. Fucking him unconscious? Hell yea.

When it happened for the first time, you might've had the best orgasm of your life. And if it was vice versa? Seungmin would love to ride you while you're unconscious.

-jeongin

Having his partner write all over him and make him read it out to himself (if he can see it). Writing "clit" above his cock or "cumdump" on his face while jerking him off or fucking him will make him black out 100%. After maybe take a picture and send it to another member, humiliating him for his elders to see. or maybe make him walk around with it under his clothes and Oops! it shows by accident

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #sub skz #sub!leeknow #sub han jisung #sub!jeongin #sub!seungmin #sub!bang chan #sub!hyunjin #sub!changbin #sub!felix

[blackgirl0nline]

Feyd Rautha- “Warrior Sexuality”

Exploring the intimate effects of culture through a focused analysis of Dune Part Two

CW: discussion of Feyd Rautha’s abuse at the hands of his uncle 

In “Ur-Fascism” (Eternal Fascism) by Umberto Eco there is a paragraph on fascist sexuality that I think applies to Feyd Rautha

First, a minor note that I’m not exactly saying the Harkonens are fascistic only that this comparison came about because of the black sun that the Harkonen homeworld (Geidi Prime) orbits, which produces a black-and-white world of harsh politics where only those cruel enough to grasp power are rewarded.

This is a world where you are either powerful or weak- and to gain that power you must be harshly cruel. Additionally, this is a slave culture with a clear and degraded underclass whose lives are on the line every second of their existence in the Harkonen sphere. This is a warrior culture with cruelty at its heart. So how is Feyd Rautha’s sexuality informed by this setting? 

Eco says, “since both permanent war and heroism are difficult games to play, the Ur-Fascist transfers his will to power to sexual matters,” So, Eco is focusing on the transfer of cruelty from the political to the most intimate realm. From the most public sphere to the private. 

He goes on to say “This is the origin of machismo (which implies both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality).” Notice this disdain is why Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam even sends Margot Fenring in the first place. Mohaim is a motherly figure. That Feyd murdered his mother (with seemingly no consequences) implies a very degraded place for women in this society

Consider there are no non-slave Harkonen women we can see. No wives, mothers, sisters. Only the Benegesserit- with their independent power are unharmed. Feyd still holds a knife to Lady Fenring’s neck, she still has to prove herself powerful enough to overtake him.

This is the only way normative sex happens on Geidi Prime- one partner must overpower the other. Love cannot exist here- as it necessitates an interpersonal equality of partners. Even a parent-child love is not possible. Feyd must kill his mother, the same way he almost kills his brother and threatens to kill his uncle.

This is also the reason for his “sexual vulnerability” from the books due to his uncle abusing him. The kiss he forces on his uncle should not be seen as loving. All Harkonen sexuality is domination. Attempting to gain power over his uncle in the same way he abused Feyd.

Eco finishes with “Since even sex is a difficult game to play, the Ur-Fascist hero tends to play with weapons — doing so becomes an ersatz phallic exercise.” 

Here I bring your focus on Feyd's knives and his seeming ecstasy in fighting. He caresses his knives and licks them. There is something almost overtly sexual about his relationship with them. They’re introduced in the same scene as his cannibal harpies.

Off topic but are the cannibal harpies also sexually involved with Feyd? He calls them his “darlings” offers them gruesome gifts, and they seem to lounge in a sort of happiness?

They still take on the position of pets, they’re dressed the same, look the same, and never speak like the other slaves. But they seem prized in a sense. They eat human flesh- and so perhaps possess their own deadliness - and from that earn Feyd’s… adoration? Food for thought.

But the “ersatz phallic exercise” is first practiced in the scene when he offers his "darlings" flesh. There are many coital details before the battle. Consider the black paint across his naked body. Showing off his form as a vehicle for war. Nothing carnal is far from brutality.

Even his seduction by Margot Fenring- that he threatens her with that phallic object- that she says he “craves pain” right after he faces the Gom Jabar. There is some sort of sadomasochistic itch. Lastly, consider the intimacy of battle. When he fights the “last Atreides.” Seeing that his opponent is not drugged, he removes his shield. He makes himself vulnerable (also notice the slightly vulvic entrance to the arena like he’s participating in something vital/ sexual).

Perhaps because he craves pain, and the threat of an equal opponent is made more exciting if that equal opponent can equally harm him (note at the end how close the two are as Feyd holds him to his chest- the smile and wink in at his opponent the refusal of outside interference).

In conclusion, Feyd participates in Umberto Eco’s “ersatz phallic exercise,” as a natural extension of Harkonen cruelty infecting every sphere. That’s also why I found this post especially true to the character there is something very inherently sexual about Feyd’s relation to fighting.

Thanks to my Twitter mutuals who asked me to put this in a more readable format, so I got to clear up some spelling and punctuation errors in the original thread.

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#feyd rautha #dune part 2 #dune movie #dune 2 #feyd rautha harkonnen #house harkonnen #margot fenring #geidi prime #austin butler #frank herbert #i cant stop thinking about his bald head

[merakiui]

Your Yan Idia and his magical onahole is so amazing its so gooddd!!! But what if the magical onahole but with Azul and the tweels???

Zuzu using it as a comfort toy and fucking its precious hole with his rather big but tentacle-like octopus cock. Trying to sit still when mysterious phantom suckers are sucking on their puffy slit. trying not to cum when long slender fingers work your hole open, rubbing up and down so gently

OR OR!! Tweels know that its connected to their darling and fuck the onahole's holes so roughly. They do it when the reader is asleep and jolting them awake once two large mercocks were shoved into their pretty tight holes, in class when they're in a middle of a lesson or in random places.

Azul definitely uses it as a comfort toy, but he also uses it for practice! He does everything to the onahole that he wishes to do to you. He fucks into it in his octo-mer form just to work on being more confident in that form so that when (and if) he does get to fuck you with his tentacles he won't feel so insecure. He also wants to be perfectly skilled when he eats you out or scissors you open; he dreads looking so foolishly inexperienced when he actually gets to sleep with you, so he'll practice quite often. And of course he always, always cums lots inside. <3 he could go many rounds if he's particularly pent-up (he hate-fucks the onahole a lot because he's a jealous tako), so if he chooses to use it on a day or night when you're with friends... good luck. :)

Slimy eels... >:( they know exactly what they're doing when they fit both of their cocks inside just to see how much of them you can take at once. They definitely fight over the onahole sometimes, wrestling each other for first use with mean scowls and snapping jaws. Floyd doesn't want to fuck Jade's cum back inside you. He wants his chance to fill you up first, not settle for sloppy seconds!! And Jade doesn't want to share at this moment because he found a particularly phallic-shaped mushroom and wants to see how well you'll take it (which is an immediate no-go for Floyd; he is not fucking an onahole that's been fucked with a mushroom). Sometimes Jade just wants to drag things out and tease you so slowly, but Floyd is impatient and he wants to be inside you the minute he's freed his cock from the confines of his boxers. And there's only one onahole, so they're forced to either compromise and share or fight over it like starved eels.

The twins work together very well when they aren't actively strangling the other near death for use of the onahole. When they're functioning on the same horny brain cell, they actually plan some very devious schemes. Jade likes to talk with you, whether over tea or in the botanical gardens or even during a walk through campus, while Floyd's off with the onahole, slamming it onto his cock just so Jade can watch the breath get knocked out of your little lungs. He loves to see you squirm and if you let him (you will; peer pressure is so fun and Jade does it best) he'll have you bent over so he can see how your hole gapes and clenches around an invisible force (Floyd's dick). He'll force his way inside and the two of them fuck you sore and dumb.

Jade likes to use the onahole when you're spending time with a friend or if you're on a date. He may not seem it, but he has a nasty jealous streak. He's only willing to share you with Floyd, so the fact that his dearest darling would even think to spend time with others when he and Floyd are the best fits for you... You really like to hurt his poor heart. :( it's only fair he absolutely ruins your chances with anyone else, teasing you all throughout your date before finally, finally bottoming out just when you think anything special might happen on your date. After all, why settle for someone who is better off becoming fish food? Obviously Jade and Floyd are the ones meant for you; the way you squeeze Jade's dick so tightly indicates that you agree, even if not yet verbally.

#meraki thirsts #yandere twst #n/sfw #i will admit the trio were the first ones i thought of while writing the response to onahole idia... ;;;;; #actually this works so well for shy scummy incel azul #he breeds you in secret and you have no idea :) #or the twins pressuring you to get pregnant because they want children and their parents want it too #but when you tell them no they act like they understand and the matter is never spoken about again #they turn to the onahole determined to fuck it so many times you'll eventually be knocked up #and then when you come to them pregnant they can act like you cheated on them #but don't worry!! they still love you <3 just promise you'll marry them #and in nine months you'll see it was all a big misunderstanding because what a wonderful surprise #you were actually pregnant with their fry all along :D #orz they are the worst men aaaaaa i need octavinelle carnally T_T

[sarasade]

The Dragon Prince & Queer Subtext - Fandom and Media Analysis of Sort

Lately I’ve been pondering about the ins and outs of Viren and Aaravos’s relationship and why they give off such a queer vibe. So I ended up writing this 2 and half Word document pages long little breakdown because why not.

I think what’s going on here is about the underlying elements of the story- subtext and how their relationship could be perceived through a queer lens. Note: my brain has marinated in queer subtext juices my whole life and I have no intent trying to prove my reading is the only right one.

That Sweet Sweet Gay Shit- A Fandom Perspective

There is a lot of queer subtext between them. Homoerotic subtext even. Their scenes together definitely activated the search function in my brain’s queer coded villain trope lexicon. 

You know- mutual penetration with a phallic object (knife), sharing some kind of mysterious bond through blood magic, so, you know, bodily fluids are indeed involved, the classic slash fiction trope “we are close but we cannot touch” -gay pining because the mirror separates them. When Aaravos is shown for the first time in the mirror the camera does this Laura Mulvey Male Gaze 101 up-down pan shot of him from Viren’s POV. Something that’s usually reserved for female characters when male characters “check them out” in a movie. And then my personal favourite: Something that comes out of Aaravos enters Viren, comes out and then transforms into a creature with a toddler level intelligence- they made a freaky little metaphor baby together! Awwww!

And let's not even talk about the possession and Aaravos slowly taking over Viren’s body. The aesthetics of a toxic queer romance are all over their interactions.

No, Viren! Don’t express vulnerability as an intimidating male figure! Tumblr will babygirlify you!

Storytelling

So what about their interactions makes me perceive them in a queer way? By “queer“ I mean the broader concept of queer here; does the way the characters are depicted come across non-heteronormative and disruptive to gender norms.

I’m mostly talking about the season 2 here since they share their most intimate scenes together in that season.

1 Story Function

Aaravos and Viren’s interactions are supposed to have multiple purposes in the story: They move the plot forward, characterise both Viren and Aaravos, create emotional conflict and intrigue in the viewer etc. Viren observing Aaravos through the mirror is supposed to create mystery and spark the audience’s curiosity. Viren is a device through which Aaravos’s allure gets demonstrated to the viewer so of course their interactions come across pretty, hm, charged. Anyway there are layers of meaning here the audience can interpret in multiple ways both intuitively and through an analytic lens. The meaning naturally changes the more context we get. There are still three more seasons to come.

2 Gendered Tropes

There is a certain element of seduction present: Viren gives Aaravos more access to himself and his body little by little in exchange for Aaravos fulfilling his desires (for power). This could be read as having sexual undertones. Some of Aaravos’s first words to Viren are clearly something Viren wants to hear “How may I serve you?” Weaponising manipulation and seduction, where a character poses as submissive while having alternative motives, is something female characters traditionally do in stories. I don’t know about you but Aaravos’s character has a bit of a femme fatale thing going on if you ask me (haha!) There is something about him that defies gender roles that’s not just about his androgynous looks.

A traditional Femme fatale is often a tragic figure trapped in unfortunate circumstances. They are shrouded in mystery which prevents the audience from empathising with them or understanding their motives. The character often uses coercion to make their victim do what they want. And yes there definitely is an element of coercion and even a threat of violence present in Aaravos and Viren’s relationship. Their goals are aligned for now but what happens if/ when Viren decides to defy Aaravos? TDP makes me wonder (with horror) what it is that Viren has really agreed to.

3 How the Show’s “Camera” Portrays Aaravos

Even the camera emphasises him as an object of desire. Something he is from the story point of view as well. Viren desires access to Aaravos’s power after all. When the camera puts Aaravos on display in an objectified manner in the beginning of the season 2 it’s supposed to, in my opinion, heighten the feeling of Aaravos seeming harmless at the first glance. And by “objectified” I mean he’s portrayed without agency.

I joked earlier about male gaze and Laura Mulvey but I do actually think there is some truth to that. One of the biggest reasons behind me thinking Aaravos was a pretty pretty lady at first was how he was introduced in such a feminised way. And I wasn’t the only one. Just look at the comments under his TDP Wiki article. (Lots of het men being confused about their sexuality. Also shout-out to that one lesbian). This makes him appear less threatening so the story can build suspense around his true motives. It’s not evident that Aaravos is a completely sinister figure at first, at least compared to Viren who seems more like the main villain of the story prior to the seasons 3-4. Little did we know back then that Aaravos was the true alpha male of this whole sordid affair.

Aaravos in the mirror from Viren’s point of view, season 2, episode 3.

Why I’m not mentioning anything about Viren’s gender performance is because his story conflict is all about struggling with traditionally masculine gender expectations. Understanding how his character relates to hegemonic/ toxic masculinity/ emotional struggles men face in real life is a core part of understanding his character as a whole. That’s a broad topic and this post is long enough as it is so I’m going to leave it at that. (Maybe someone else has written about that already?)

4 The Audience Is Also at Aaravos’s Mercy

Aaravos’s submissive façade is supposed to fool both Viren AND the audience. The show plays rather cleverly with the audience’s expectations here. Slowly the roles are starting to flip until it’s clear that Aaravos is the one in control. Given Aaravos narrates the opening of the first story arc it raises even more questions: Is his control over Viren supposed to parallel his control over the whole world of the show? This circles back to the show’s themes of freedom vs destiny. It feels almost meta in a way how the story’s villain tries to gain control over the whole narrative.

5 Horror and Fantasy

The powerplay between the characters naturally creates a plenty of tension and it’s not unusual that this translates into something sexually charged in the audience’s minds. While this is the perspective I’m the most interested in, there are other layers to Aaravos and Viren’s scenes together.

For example this kind of breaking of bodily boundaries is common in horror as well. Aaravos is beautiful and mysterious but is also associated with repulsive things like larvae and blood and there is something very eerie about him in general. These kinds of emotional reactions of repulsion and attraction are essential to horror. The audience sees that everything isn’t definitely quite right about him but it’s also understandable that the audience (and Viren) find him fascinating. I think the key word for these scenes in the season 2 is “ambiguity“. Even if you aren’t invested in these characters this show would be much less fun without all the nuance their interactions have.

In a good story everything isn’t just literal. Especially since TDP is a fantasy story- A genre that’s traditionally been all about symbolism and intertextual references. I could go on and on about the genre traditions with similar flavour to what Aaravos and Viren have. Michael Moorcock’s classic sword and sorcery antihero Elric of Melniboné and his pact with the demon Arioch comes to mind.

Something Something Fandom

Viravos as a ship lives in the subtext but the subtext isn’t always black and white. Fiction uses metaphor and other storytelling methods to create meaning- To give a narrative experience. The queer subtext in TDP feels very elaborate to me and while I’m dissecting these scenes more analytically here my emotional reactions are the original source of that interest. No matter how much time passes I’m still a morbid teenage goth at heart and that part of me loves the dark fairytale aesthetics akin to TDP season 2.

I didn’t even touch on the element of Viren giving into a “forbidden desire” (literally his desire for power but- you know- multiple readings etc.) when making a deal with Aaravos. Something very typical to the horror genre as well. It’s a “deal with the devil” -sort of situation and those stories often paint the agreement as something corruptive and sinful and therefore transgressive. This post by Tiredsunrisesmeta got you covered on that. Also queer coded villains something something- Anyway, read Tiredsunrisesmeta’s blog for more.

Pictured: Yours truly

Last and Least

I remember when I saw a post here saying that “Viravos couldn’t be canon because it’d be too sexy.” and that’s just the funniest way to put it in my opinion. Their relationship feels a bit too, I dunno, mature? for this show. But what does “canon” even mean? Is a gay ship canon when two characters of the same gender kiss and declare their love? Get married? Have kids? Personally, I don’t want to see LGBT+ characters’ stories just copy straight romance tropes beat by beat all the time. I want something that feels authentic and what’s more authentic than Viren being a cringefail bisexual getting rejected by men and women and then getting his life ruined by the sexy femboy elf satan? Kinda iconic honestly.

#thanks for the canon mpreg tdp #viravos #tdp viren #viren #tdp aaravos #sarasade text #the dragon prince meta #tdp meta

[andithiel]

Let me show you

So yesterday while folding laundry I started thinking about the fuck or die trope and suddenly this scene came to me. It’s 556 words, drarry auror partners, friends to lovers speed run. Beta read by the amazingly sweet and lovely @crazybutgood 💞 Thank you for always being there!

People stop and stare as Draco strides through the corridors of the Ministry, his Auror robes billowing behind him. They whisper to each other once he passes them, but he doesn’t take any notice. He only has one goal.

“Harry!” he cries when he finally barges into his and Harry’s office, slamming the door shut behind him and adding a few privacy spells for good measure.

Harry sits in their visitor’s chair, back hunched, knees drawn up to his chin, hair a tangled mess. When he looks up, Draco’s heart clenches at the sight of his red-rimmed and shiny eyes.

“Oh, great,” Harry says with a grimace. “Who told you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Draco says, clutching the stitch in his side from his half eaten lunch that he abandoned in the cantine. “Is it true?”

Harry snorts, chewing one of his nails. “That I, against your explicit prohibition, examined the weird phallic we found at the raid yesterday and ended up being cursed by it to die unless you fuck me? Yeah, it’s tr—”

“I’ll do it,” Draco says before Harry’s even finished his sentence.

Harry blinks, his breath stuttering, but then he gives Draco a sad smile. “Of course, you would,” he says, voice soft and almost soothing, as if he’s the one who needs to comfort Draco and not the other way around. “The thing is, though,” he wipes his hand quickly under his eye, gives a short listless laugh, “you have to want it too, or it won’t work.”

The past two years flash before Draco’s eyes: their first animosity when they’d been newly partnered, the first case where Draco saved Harry from an Avada Kedavra, their building camaraderie after that, long nights at stake-outs, passing looks and grimaces across the room at every boring Head Auror meeting. Harry falling asleep over their late night reports, Harry bringing him tea in the morning from the café he passes on his way to work, always perfectly steeped, just the way Draco likes it. Two years of partnership, one and a half years of unlikely friendship, and one year of longing, refraining, wanting.

“Why me?” Draco whispers, his chest tight from the impossible hope slowly but surely unfurling in it.

Harry doesn’t answer, won’t meet Draco’s gaze.

“Why me, Harry?”

Still, there’s no answer from Harry, but his eyes flick to a parchment on their desk where Draco discerns the words ‘the one your heart most desires’.

Draco steps closer, kneels in front of Harry. He’s never been brave, Harry’s the one who holds enough courage for the both of them, but he needs to find it in him now. For Harry. For himself.

“And what if I’ve wanted to for a long time? What if I want it so much it keeps me awake at night, wondering what it would be like to be allowed to—” He stops, unable to finish the sentence. “What if I’ve been wondering what it would be like to fall asleep afterwards with you in my arms? Will it work then?”

Harry lets out a shaky breath, eyes shining with tears but something else as well. Draco takes a leap and leans in so close that their lips are brushing, his heart beating violently in his chest.

“I think it could,” Harry whispers as he pushes impossibly closer. “Let’s try.”

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry squad #fuck or die #sorta #auror partners #mutual pining #friends to lovers #drarry drabble #andithielwrites

[whispermask]

twitter was talkin about soap's obsession with cock sucking and--

(nsfw text under the cut)

Ghost has a problem and that problem is MacTavish’s oral fixation. 

Boy’s always got a pen hanging out the side of his mouth, biting at his nails, touching his lips and he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it but Ghost seriously can’t look away whenever Soap has anything even remotely phallic near his mouth and it’s driving Ghost mad. Ghost thinks maybe Soap knows he’s being watched, starts pandering specifically to Ghost’s obsession with his mouth. 

It’s the warmest day of the year when it all comes to a head. They’re on base between one op and the next and it’s hotter than it has any right to be, so much so that even Ghost has stripped down to cargo pants and a thin shirt, still sweltering stubbornly under his mask. Soap, instigator of all instigators, isn’t faring much better. To cope with the heat, he’s wearing a tank top and tiny shorts, miles of bare skin like gold slick with a fine sheen of sweat under the sweltering sun. It’s too hot to be alive, is what it is. And Gaz, bless him, buys ice cream for everyone. A sweet man, really, except that he’s bought popsicles. 

Almost as soon as Ghost sees the box, his gaze flickers to Soap, who’s already looking back with an absolutely wicked glint in his eyes. Which is how Ghost ends up white knuckling the armrest while Soap practically felates a popsicle not even three feet from him, close enough that Ghost can hear all the wet, sucking noises his mouth makes as the ring of his lips slides up and down the shaft–and really, is he down that bad that he can’t look at a popsicle in Soap’s mouth and see anything other than a red, aching cock?–his eyes close and he moans. A low, desperate sound that starts in the back of his throat and ends with a slick pop as he pulls the popsicle back out. “Wow, Gaz,” Soap says, “it feels so good on my tongue.” And Ghost can’t fucking do this. He’s done, he’s absolutely had enough. 

He stands too quickly, scruffs MacTavish, and hauls him out behind the mess hall. Despite the late hour, it’s still too damn hot, but with the sun fully set it’s no longer sweltering. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Johnny?” Ghost asks. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Soap replies, always such a brat. The light from a far off building glints off Soap’s cherry-tinted, spit-slicked lips and Ghost is thumbing away the moisture without realizing he’s even moved. 

He’s practically cupping Johnny’s face and it seems only logical to lift his mask and press his mouth against Soap’s cold one. Soap tastes sweet, sure, but underneath that is something so undeniably Soap that it turns the kiss from innocent to indecent in seconds. 

Soap clenches Ghost’s shirt in his hand and hauls him forward until he’s backing Soap up against the brick wall with a forearm braced above Soap’s head for balance. He presses the huge line of his body against Soap’s, grips his bare biceps in both hands, holds on for dear life. Soap breaks the kiss, gasping for air, eyes still clenched tight when Ghost pulls away to give him some space. 

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while,” Soap finally says. 

“Is that why you’ve made it your mission in life to tease me until my prick falls off?” Ghost asks, overly fond. 

“You loved it,” Soap replies. “The real question is, what are we going to do about it now?” And like that, Soap’s reversed their positions so that Ghost is backed up against the wall. 

He slides to his knees in a fluid motion, and Ghost knows it must hurt, 

that the concrete digging into his skin and pressing against the bone there is likely uncomfortable, that Soap doesn’t care because he’s been just as eager to get his mouth on Ghost as Ghost has been to feel it on him. 

Soap doesn’t bother to strip him down more than is necessary to free his cock; it’s dark, but someone walking by on the main road could hear them, could even amble around the corner to see where Soap is kissing the head of Ghost’s cock, using his tongue to trace the underside of the sensitive crown, stabs the sharp end of it into his slit to lick up his pre-come. 

“Fucking hell, Johnny,” Ghost says, because of course, it’s always like this with Soap, always better than he’s ever had, too damn good for him every time. 

Ghost grows impatient. He fists Soap’s hair in one hand and pinches the hinge of his jaw open with the thumb of his other. The ‘O’ of his mouth is obscene even in the low light. Ghost slicks the head of his cock against Soap’s bottom lip, pushes in until just the tip sits on his tongue. 

Soap keeps his mouth open for it, forever an exhibitionist, because he wants Ghost to watch him, always, but especially now when this has been building for too long, when it’s been ages since the last time they got to touch like this. 

Motivated by that thought, Ghost thrusts forward by centimeters, giving Soap time to adjust, to breathe through his nose, until Soap’s taken him down the root. Soap’s face in pleasure, especially this specific act, is something Ghost will never tire of. 

He’s rapturous as Ghost begins to pull back, then thrusts back in, the slide of Soap’s lips torturously tight and hot. He stares up at Ghost as best he can when his eyes aren’t rolling back on a particularly sharp thrust in, gaze worshipful, like there’s truly nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing than blowing Ghost. He keeps making these sweet little grunts as Ghost moves, the volume and pitch increasing as Ghost speeds up. 

Drool drips down his chin, slicks the entirety of Ghost’s shaft so it’s nothing but a smooth, hot slide in, in, in. Soap likes it messy, and Ghost is happy to oblige him, to fuck the spit from his mouth, to make him choke and gag on it until his face goes red from lack of oxygen. 

He sees Soap’s shoulder moving rapidly, jerking his cock off as he sucks Ghost off. “That’s right Johnny, fucking take it,” Ghost says, voice gone throaty. He can feel his orgasm building from his toes to the base of his spine. 

“Keep touching yourself. I want you to come while you’re choking on my prick.” And that’s all she wrote for Soap, who comes in his hand and onto the concrete at Ghost’s feet. This is Ghost’s favorite part, how pliant Soap gets after he comes.

Ghost braces his feet and grips Soap’s head in both hands, uses his mouth like a fucktoy, slides it up and down his cock until he’s coming too, shooting his load down Soap’s throat, letting him taste the last few spurts as he pulls out and finishes coming on his pretty, pink lips. Ghost gathers himself, then gathers Soap from the concrete, using a hand on Soap’s elbow to help him stand. 

In the lowlight, Ghost can see that Soap’s knees are pinpricked and bloodied. “Remind me to tell Gaz to go fuck himself,” Ghost says and Soap laughs. “Pretty sure you should be saying ‘Thank you’ Lt.,” Soap replies. It’s still too damn hot. 

#soapghost #mw2 #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #mw2 soap #mw2 ghost #cod ghost #cod soap #ghostsoap #ghoap #macley #modern warfare 2 #call of duty #mw2 fic #soapghost fic #cod

[robindrake93]

11 days since I sent you that ask and I can now say, I get it. I get what you meant about episode 8. WE DID NOT JUST GET LUKERCY CRUMBS HOLY SHIT-

ALL OF THEIR SCENES TOGETHER WERE MAKING ME FERAL FJGKD WHICH WAS SO HARD TO KEEP IN WHILE WATCHING IT WITH MY SIS 😭😭 IT WAS SO GOOD

the training!! the entire fucking fight with luke practically begging percy to believe that he is his friend and wants him to join him!! the lighting!! just everything!!! you can soo tell luke wanted to shove percy in that portal and take him along no matter what!! (ignoring annabeths appearance cause im still on the fence with that change even if I get why they did it)

i am so going to binge read lukercy fics the entire night just to fill my rabid need for content of them after seeing that AHFJVKDKD I CANT-

You're right we didn't just get crumbs, we got a whole damn pie.

Luke not only welcoming Percy to camp but being the one to show him around, constantly by his side. Even watching him sleep from across the cabin.

The look on Percy's face when Luke tells him he's always on Annabeth's side.

Luke breaking the camp rules that two demigods (with different parents) aren't allowed to be alone in the cabins together to give Percy the shoes in his cabin (as opposed to on the hill like in the book).

Percy wanting to take Luke on the quest but being afraid that Luke would prioritize Annabeth over him.

The jealousy and disgust in Luke's voice during the Iris message when he makes the comment about "when did you two become an old married couple" and the look of equal disgust and discomfort from Percy when he says "gross let's move on from that." (paraphrasing but you get the idea)

Luke influencing Percy so much that the very first words of Percy's book ("Look, I didn't want to be a halfblood") are actually a quote from Luke.

The whole training scene.

Sword under the chin is always hot. Percy's making a face like he knows it too.

When Luke goes to sit on that rock beside Percy, he chooses a spot that lets them sit eye-to-eye but also he rocks toward Percy for a second like he's going to go in for a kiss.

Percy mirroring the head tilt that Luke (Charlie?) does.

Luke's voice full of pride when Percy does good.

Luke telling Percy he's small and scary. So fucking cute.

The way we can see via body language what book!Percy has been telling us all along: that every time Percy picks up his sword, he hears Luke's voice in his head telling him what to do.

Percy and Luke almost never take their eyes off each other for the whole secret meeting about Clarisse.

They're meeting in the woods at night. Luke didn't even have to bribe Percy this time, he just trotted after him.

Luke coaxing Percy into talking. (in the books Percy doesn't do a lot of talking out loud and Luke actually does break the ice several times because Percy is just standing there staring like a little weirdo [affectionate].).

Fireworks from beginning to end. Love the red and blue ones especially for that bisexual lighting. It was easily the best lighting in the whole show.

"Easy. I just want to show you." Everyone says that the maia scene was the hottest thing Charlie said as Luke but they're sleeping on this. Those are 'gonna take your virginity' words and his tone of voice? Mmm. Yum.

AND it's about his sword? HIS SWORD?! The most phallic weapon of all? Gods help me.

Just an interesting detail but Luke doesn't actually ever point his sword at Percy until Percy attacks him. It really shows that his plan is to convince Percy to leave with him.

"The gods are my enemy. You....." - Luke searching for what Percy is to him. lol I guess it's supposed to be a dramatic pause for dramatic effect but it really just makes it sound like Luke is debating how exactly to define their relationship.

Both of them have watery tear-filled eyes? Excuse me? Cry babies? Yes please. I told all of you so.

Also Luke is comfortable with turning his back on Percy to draw the runes (?) even though Percy drew his sword and is sweating like a sinner in church.

Luke actually proposing that they run away. Together. Just the two of them.

"We"

Percy is literally swaying on his feet. You can see that he's nervous but he also doesn't take so much as a single step backward. He still wants to be close to Luke!

Luke's determination to bring Percy with him. During their fight he does his best to keep Percy between himself and the portal. He even tosses Percy towards it a couple of times. Luke wants Percy to run away with him voluntarily but you can see as the fight goes on longer, he decides kidnapping is an option.

Luke is not leaving without his boy.

The skill difference between Percy and Luke. We see this during training too, where Luke is tossing Percy around and basically playing with him (I mean it's serious training but Luke's skill level is so above that it looks like playing). Luke is not seriously fighting Percy. He's trying to herd Percy into that portal.

Luke praising Percy in the middle of their fight.

Percy cutting Luke.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to -" Because Percy really doesn't want to hurt Luke and he's never like actually hurt someone he cares about.

Luke cutting Percy.

Looming.

The way after Annabeth shows up, Luke's eyes flit down to Percy three separate times. You can visibly see him weighing his options. I think he was debating if he could sling Percy over his shoulder and run into the portal faster than Annabeth could catch them.

"I know Luke wasn't trying to kill me." - WOW what a change from the book. I can't believe they had Percy understand that because in the pit scorpion scene, he did not get it. I'm happy about the change but surprised they made it. (makes me wonder if Percy's the one who's loyalty we're supposed to question instead of Annabeth's as the next seasons come up).

Sorry that was long but like. Wow. We won hardcore.

As for reading more lukercy fic, you'll be pleased to know that it's the lukercy valentine's event this week (02/12-02-15) so there should be ✨ new fics. ✨

#answered asks #lukercy

[sweaterweather-247]

Hey, I love you work! I was wondering if you would maybe write a jake peralta x reader where they are really flirty and sweet to each other at work and he’s her “work husband” and she’s his “work wife”. And the whole team teases them about it bc they obviously like eachother but are too shy to actually say anything?

Thank you love <3

Being Jake Peralta’s work wife

You are Jakes work partner and you loved his jokes and his personality.

Everytime there’s a crime scene you two act like an old married couple

“After you milady.” Jake says. “Oh well don’t mind if I do good sir.” You respond in a British accent.

You enter the crime scene and its a robbery. You start taking notes and Jake is holding a vase that is very phallic.

“Huh I wonder why they didn’t take this penis looking thing.” Jake says. “Thats vase number 69 it was won at the boring auction for boring people.” You say.

Jake laughs so hard he drops the vase just as Captain Holt walks in.

“SHE DID IT! HE DID IT!” Both of you say in unison.

You and Jake have a competition to see who can come up with the worst and cringiest pick up lines.

You’re currently winning but Jake won’t let you win.

Jake gets your attention by throwing a pen at you and you look up at him and he has the biggest dorky grin on his face.

“Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” Jake says. You cringe and he laughs. “ANOTHER ONE FOR JAKE.” He says.

“Are you related to Jean-Claude Van Damme? Because Jean-Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!” You say. Jake looks disgusted.

Gina adds 1 point each to your score board and you go for lunch. Charles rolls over to Jakes desk with a smile on his face.

“No Charles I don’t like y/n and she’s just a friend.” Jake says. “Uh huh sure.” Charles says.

The entire squad teases you for being so close and so flirty with each other.

You both like each other but you’re both too shy to admit it.

Jake comes to join you for lunch and you’re more than happy to see him eat lunch with you despite his lunch not being for another half an hour.

You two flirt and make diehard references the entire break.

You two are constantly touching each other’s arm and shoulders.

Captain Holt enters the room and knows Jake isn’t supposed to be having lunch now.

“Peralta, get back to work and have your lunch at your required time.” Holt says.

“Come on Captain, I’ve been here for 5 minutes.” Jake says.

Rosa comes in for her lunch and smirks at you two. “Captain they’re clearly on a date.”

“What no! We’re friends.” You say.

Jake is forced to leave and Rosa sits next to you and makes fun of you.

You try to leave but Rosa glares at you and you stay while she mocks you.

The entire squad is like that.

It’s so hard to get any work done with Jake without a comment from the squad saying you two should get married.

You thought Holt would be the only person who wouldn’t be like that but you were wrong.

You and Jake were complimenting each other about how good you both were on the case when Holt comes over.

“Peralta stop flirting with Y/n.” Holt says. “Sir we weren’t flirting.” You say. “Thats not what I saw.” Holt says. “Keep this work wife and work husband appropriate please.”

Everyone gathers around you two and starts to make ship names up.

“Is it going to Jake L/n or Y/n Peralta?” Boyle asks.

You both decide to act like boyfriend and girlfriend to make everyone uncomfortable to make them stop.

The plan was to act as lovely dovey as possible and eventually they’ll stop right?

You loved this idea since you got to pretend to be Jakes girlfriend.

“There’s my work wife!” Jake yells as you exit the elevator. You grin ear to ear and respond. “There’s my favourite person in the entire world.”

Jake holds out his hand and you grab it and you two both skip like little kids on the playground to the locker room.

When you get there Jake doesn’t let go of your hand.

“What if someone comes in and catches onto our fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.” Jake says.

You two go back to your desks while holding hands, when it’s time to let go, Jake decides to be dramatic about it.

“No darling I can’t let go of your hand! It feels like I’m going to die if I let go of it!” Jake says.

“Don’t let go, I need to hold your hand until the day I die.” You say.

You both make fake crying noises as you let go of each other’s hands and you both sit down.

The entire day is filled with fake flirting with Jake.

You both can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake flirting.

Some of the compliments from you are actually genuine.

Jake gets up from his desk and walks over to you with his hand out.

“Oh darling it’s time for our lunch date.” Jake says and get up and kiss him on the cheek.

Jake blushes because he wasn’t expecting any kisses.

“Guys Y/n kissed Jake!!!!” Charles screams.

“Charles they’re faking it to make us uncomfortable and it’s sort of working.” Amy says.

“Not on everyone.” Charles says.

“Ugh you two are so annoying, stop it before I beat you both up.” Rosa says.

Jake decides to kiss your cheek and you go to kiss Jakes cheek and you two accidentally kiss on the lips.

Everyone gasps and you two are both left shocked.

You go and hide in the evidence locker and Jake hides in the bathroom.

You’re embarrassed that everyone saw you kiss Jake and you’re scared it’s gonna be awkward between you two now.

Jake comes into the evidence locker.

“Hey Y/n.” He says softly.

“About the kiss, it was an accident! I-“ you say but you’re cut off by Jakes lips pressing against yours.

You kiss back and you both pull away after a few seconds.

“I really like you Y/n.” Jake says.

“I really like you Jake.” You say

#brooklyn 99 x reader #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine

[phoenixlionme]

DISCLAIMER: Video does not belong to me. The characters belong to Vivziepop and the one who I got the edited video from was F3lineImp. I am just here to do an analysis.

This is one of my favorite Fizzarozzie scenes. And I will go on to list why.

From a design standpoint, the whole landscape and beauty of the Lust Ring we get for a brief moment. I strongly believe that the Lust Ring is one of the more beautiful Rings in Hell.

Then, we got to the couple's house and it's just as beautiful as the Lust Ring (and has a phallic symbol!). And if you look closely on the floor in their bedroom, a number of sex toys can be spotted. Guess they had a fun night!

I mentioned this before, but the sheer size difference between Ozzie and Fizz is amazing. And I love it.

The way they are cuddled against each other is peak OTP goals. Fizz on Ozzie's chest; Ozzie using one arm to cradle Fizz.

Something that was mentioned by numerous fans, is how Fizz sleeps without his nightcap on even though he's shown in the following episode to be very self-conscious about them. Really shows the level of trust and intimacy the couple have.

Ozzie having blue heart-shaped nipples and being incredibly ripped while sleeping in the nude. That is all.

These two are BAD at keeping their romance secret. I mean, Fizz has a spacious part in their bedroom for his hats and possibly to get ready in the morning. And we see he keeps a photo of his pet quievie (don't know if I spelled it right), Precious, on the same table.

After waking up Ozzie, Fizz goes to tell his lover his schedule for the day and Ozzie briefly complains on how the jester "scheduled [him] during lunch". As such, I believe that Fizz may have initially worked as Ozzie's secretary before becoming his headliner and Mam's brand figure.

References to their kinky sex life. They are really into BDSM.

Their brief argument over Fizz going to the Greed Ring alone is so healthy and both are right - Ozzie has every reason to be scared for his lover going into a dangerous place but Fizz does have an important appointment to go to. Even so, they manage to resolve it.

Ozzie's cute snort before laughing. So adorable.

Ozzie still being worried and protective but still respecting Fizz's decision, only asking the imp come straight home and keep his phone with him.

#vivziepop #helluva boss #hb ozzie #fizzarolli #fizzarozzie #otp #otp appreciation #otp analysis #my posts #myotps #video #Youtube

[jessaerys]

if i'm being totally honest part of the reason why m-ttm-llo gets on my nerves (well it gets on my nerves in a fun angry dopamine hit kind of way. i love getting mad about it the stakes are SO low and a girl’s gotta get their hatearade somewhere) is because i AM a void-cigarettes-sex-drugs-cars-violence girlie. it's my hardboiled inner monologue i have a phd in griminess i love to write characters smoking seventeen cigarettes in the rain and shoving guns inside mouths phallically. so it's not like i don't GET the appeal because i do. it's incredibly easy to write, it’s universally sexy, it is flexible and forgiving — grittiness comes pre-packaged with a veneer of depth because (well we don’t have time to get into the history of american media). unfortunately underneath all of the fanon heavy lifting it is all aesthetic dust bunnies without substance when half the ship is an original character (matt is whatever you want him to be and the usual characterization of ‘just some guy’ appeals to the quintessential teenage boy next door who’s a bit witty trope to counterbalance mello's, well, everything) and the other half of the ship is more often than not wildly mischaracterized because if we know one thing from canon is that mello’s life revolves around beating near. our blessed understanding of mello's place in the narrative vs their barbarous creative liberties. like! what about black vs white what about being two halves of the same thing what about together we can surpass him. what about my brother broke my rib one morning and gave me half his orange in the evening. what about the machiavellian seedy underworld disgraced heir in all of his grimy fucked up fallen-from-grace streetsmart glory lifting his eyes up to a cold sterile skyscraper that fades into the clouds and the pristine boyking held prisoner within it wanting nothing but to stain the throne his entire world revolves around with his ugly fierce humanity; to break into the prince's tower and grind his face in the dirt, to free him, defile him. what about having known a boy only to be blinded years later by the knifeedge divine wrath of a naturalborn godkiller instead, pointing a gun at him anyway. look at me, why won’t you look at me. what about i don’t know where you end and i begin. what about then i guess i’m going to have to do it, what about the point where mello becomes aware of his place in the narrative and runs towards it to the bitter end. what about the relentless adversary turned unholy disciple by the festering devotion he could not excise. turned dirty-handed enforcer paving the way for the godtouched oracle to accomplish what neither of them ever could on their own and in that way finding release and grace. the softness and despair of adding up to a greater whole and yet both dying for it, one in body, the other in spirit. what about cain and abel. stick figure violence what! about! cain! and! abel! where was i going with this post it got wildly out of hand. oh yeah stream i'm your man by mitski on itunes

#SORRY #DEATH NOTE

[punsmaster69]

15/DEC/20XX

𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬.

i hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

toriel lifted me up and set me back on the couch i'd just been accidentally tossed from.

pulling a blanket over me, she whispered sorry.

still not entirely sure what was happening, a few pieces clicked into place when i heard frisk's voice from the entrance of the house.

some things were said back and forth before i heard frisk clomp loudly down the hall to their room.

not thinking to see who else tori was still at the door with, i slipped behind her to see what frisk was up to.

a dinosaur-printed notebook tucked under their arm, still searching around the room for something.

they pulled open a drawer and found a pack of colored pencils.

something like a squeak came from their mouth when they spun around and saw me in the doorway.

their eyebrows furrowed at me slightly.

"You look like you just woke up."

"astute observation."

"You having just woken up and also being here aren't lining-"

"....Up.."

their brows furrowed further.

"You slept here."

"again, you are ever so astute."

"Why?"

"why?"

"Why did-"

"NEVERMIND."

"w-"

"hey. hold on."

"i'm not orderin' you another apology pizza for something that didn't happen."

"What, me walking in on it?"

"𝘪𝘵. at all."

"you've probably gotten word of my bro's plans for my magic whatever, right?"

"Something about magic demonstrations."

"right."

"well, undyne's was on wednesday."

"tori's; yesterday."

"undyne's was... exhausting, to say the least."

"so, sometime during yesterday's, i ended up crashing on the couch in there."

conceding easier than i figured they would, frisk brushed past me to exit the room.

i accompanied them to the front door, taking notice of who the other individual was that they'd arrived with a bit too late.

"...asgore."

"heya."

couldn't tell what the expression on his face meant, seeing me here so casually.

surprise was part of it, for sure.

"Sans."

"Good morning."

"Or, I suppose it is getting a tad bit later in the day... Perhaps deeming it noon is more appropriate."

"probably."

"......"

"........"

he expected me to say something else, but i didn't have any other input.

"..Well then."

we spoke at the same time.

"Have you gotten everything you were going to grab, Frisk?"

"got everything you came for, kiddo?"

turning between me and asgore for a moment, they picked looking at the items in their hands as a good enough middle point.

"Mhm."

"Then."

speaking before any more silences began, tori knelt to hug frisk.

"I will see you again soon, my child."

"When he wakes up, do tell Flowey hello for me."

"Will do."

shrugging my shoulders, i opened my arms to offer a hug as well.

"Will I see you soon too?"

"won't turn you away if you show up."

"Even if you did, Papyrus would let me in."

"true."

"and you'd come bug me anyway."

"Of course."

asgore directed his attention towards tori.

"It was nice to see you."

"Not much time was had."

"That is true."

"Then, sometime, would you like-"

"I am quite a bit busier recently."

"..Ah."

"As are we all, it seems."

he chuckled, but seemed a bit deflated.

"Have a good day, Asgore."

"The same to you."

he nodded towards me.

"Both of you."

with the clunk of the door shutting, tori pat my shoulder.

"Would you like anything in particular for breakfast?"

"whatever's good to me."

" 'Whatever?' "

"That recipe is unknown to me."

"it's a local snowdin dish."

"Hmmm... I will have to look into it."

"In the meantime, how do pancakes sound?'

——

so carefully placing chocolate chips on her pancake, i couldn't help but glance over at her arrangement.

i started laughing stupidly.

she looked over at mine.

she slapped her hand over her mouth.

it bore an identical phallic shape.

we both began cackling terribly in our immaturity.

likely 'cause i haven't had them in a hot minute, but pancakes taste ten times better than i remember.

——

"tv programs aren't all that interesting around this time, huh?"

"What, do you not enjoy the weather channel?"

"you underestimate my love for relative humidity."

"Ahh. Opaque Cloud Coverage, my favorite!"

"really a good one."

"...so, you wanna watch a movie or somethin'?"

fake gasp.

"I cannot believe you would suggest changing from such an interesting watch."

with having already changed the channel herself.

——

don't know how it was decided that i was staying the weekend, but papyrus seemed to pick up on this occurrence faster than i did.

"Oh!"

"Good afternoon, Papyrus."

"Are you taking him home...?"

the disappointment in her voice was noticable.

"NO."

"I DON'T THINK SO."

he peeked inside. i waved, and he waved back.

i then shrugged, quickly switching to shaking my head "no" before realizing i even did.

"AS I THOUGHT."

"I AM SIMPLY HERE TO PROVIDE HIM WITH HIS PHONE, WHICH HE CARELESSLY LEFT AT HOME."

"explains the lack of messages. don't know how i didn't notice sooner. sorry, bro."

"I TRIED TO ASK MS. TORIEL IF THERE WAS ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEEDED, BUT IT SEEMS NEITHER OF YOU CHECK YOUR DEVICES SUDDENLY."

"Sorry. Your brother is quite the distraction."

"got told that when i was younger a lot."

"Were you such a troublemaker?"

"CLASS CLOWN, MORESO."

leaning into it, i made a 'honk-honk' gesture where a clown's nose would be. (or anyone's nose who has a nose.)

his reaction was completely ignoring me. tori enjoyed it.

when he handed my phone to her, it looked like a toy in size.

papyrus is naturally big-handed as well, though unburdened by having fur making the screen even harder to use; a normal-sized phone works just fine for him.

neither use them as much more than messaging devices.

"BLANKETS ARE NOT AN ISSUE, I AM MORE THAN AWARE."

"HE ALREADY HAS HIS JACKET..."

"DO YOU NEED ANYTHING WARMER TO WEAR?"

"i'm good."

"YOU ARE NOT LETTING HIM SKIP MEALS, I'M CERTAIN."

"Of course not."

"IS HE DRINKING WATER?"

i sloshed a water bottle sat beside me loudly in response.

"NO PAIN?"

"all good."

"ALRIGHT,"

he said, deeming his mental checklist complete.

"THANK YOU FOR CARING FOR HIM SO WELL, MS. TORIEL."

"As always, it is more than a pleasure to have him over."

"HAVE A GOOD AFTERNOON-"

"OR, NIGHT, RATHER. IT GOT DARK QUICKLY."

"GOODNIGHT, MS. TORIEL!"

"GOODNIGHT, SANS! TELL ME IF YOU NEED ANYTHING! DON'T ANNOY HER TOO MUCH."

"no promises."

"I will annoy him just as much, do not worry."

he waved, and soon the door clunked shut after another unexpected arrival today.

——

it was already getting dark, but it felt like the rest of the night slipped away from us so quickly over silly conversations and random banter that i soaked in every minute of.

yesterday night's happening didn't repeat itself.

something felt missing when she bid me goodnight, and she left for her own bed.

there's no reason to feel like anything was missing; yesterday was brand new. hasn't happened before.

when i sleep over, this is always how it is.

it's not that i'm uncomfortable. this is a nice couch, and i've got enough blanketing and pillows at my disposal that i could have a cushiony body double if i wanted.

didn't have anything i needed to do today; papyrus would definitely have reminded me if that were the case.

is it that i'm not in my own bed that feels strange? not the type of guy to get homesick so easily; can't say i really prefer either my bed or here more.

or maybe it doesn't matter at all, and i should just roll over and forget it.

——

don't know why my soul raced when i heard the quiet creak of a door, followed by footsteps making their way into the room.

she spoke softly.

"..Sans, are you awake?"

don't know why the racing got faster.

"what's up?"

"other than both of us, apparently."

she giggled, and stepped a bit closer so we could properly see one another.

her fur, slightly messy, reminded me of a certain video call we'd had.

tori appeared to consider something.

"..Nothing in particular, but..."

"It does feel a bit odd, does it not?"

"i think i agree, but... what feels odd?"

"We are the only two in the house,"

leaning closer.

"But we are sleeping in different rooms."

my soul felt ready to throw itself across 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 room.

"so let's not."

"we can be in the same room all you want."

"your house, right?"

getting on the couch, she crawled so that she was at my side, looking down at me.

"If it being mine is all you care about..."

"Then I hope you do not mind sharing a-"

𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗽.

"....?"

i looked at the screen on my ulna.

red.

"damn it."

𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘪𝘵.

"Is that not a watch?"

"it's a meter."

"s'posed to tell me if this overflow stuff's getting too overflow-ey."

"alphys made it."

"How does it work?"

"there's a thing attached to my sternum too. got cords and whatnot. reads my soul that way, i guess."

"Can I see the device?"

"on my... sternum?"

"If you are comfortable with it."

a lot of things bounced around in my skull at that moment, one of them being the probably wrong choice i made.

"...sure. why not?"

"you've seen my ribs before."

"what's one more time?"

"but, let's..."

noticing my glance at our position, she quickly sat up.

"reposition elsewhere for this."

so we turned on a lamp, and sat in the middle of the floor.

no chickening out now, i lifted my shirt and pointed to the monitoring device.

she looked at it, getting closer as she did so.

"That cord."

"Is that one not a bit loose?"

"Allow me to-"

i'm not sure her hand even brushed my soul before i flew backwards, books thumping to the floor around me as i crashed against the shelf.

"......."

"better to do it myself."

whatever i actually mumbled was certainly less coherent than that.

under her shock, she almost seemed slightly amused.

though, embarrassment might have warped my interpretation of her expression.

something about this lady makes me weak to proximity all of a sudden.

"Sorry, Sans."

"I did not mean to startle you in any way."

"it's late; i'm jumpy anyway."

"don't blame yourself."

toriel watched with interest as i refastened the cord.

letting my shirt fall, i sighed.

"well."

taking a look at the meter, it unfortunately didn't magically un-become red on its own.

"you wanna sit here and watch me summon bones for thirty minutes, or go back to bed?"

"I've already made it this far, it would be pointless to leave you now."

"far into what?"

"some plan i don't know about?"

"A plan to have a hug buddy through this cold weather."

"simple plan."

pulling me to her with an amount of ease that will never not surprise me, she wrapped her arms around me.

——

"Is that as large as they are?"

i summoned a longer bone to the floor.

"Is that more effective than the small ones?"

"more about the damage output than size when it comes to how much magic is used for bone attacks."

"So it is not size that matters after all."

"all this dick humor in one day? where'd your maturity go, old lady?"

"There are no children around."

"only one man-child."

"We are both immature."

"i get worse around you."

"And I around you."

"equally terrible influence on each other."

"Couldn't have it any other way."

"nope."

——

𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴.

"eugh. finally."

giving up on caring about anything at this point, i sunk the rest of my weight into toriel, who gently lifted my arm to look at the monitor screen.

"Should it be yellow?"

"that's the middle ground."

"gonna be riding that for a while."

"I see."

"...Let us get to sleep before we end up awake the whole night."

something similar to yesterday was resumed without much thought behind it.

neither of us cared anymore how we laid, or how we looked.

just nestling into however was most comfortable, we slept like two very tired, but happy logs.

#undertale #journal #sans #toriel #sans x toriel #soriel #toriel x sans #frisk #asgore #frisk and sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #the slowburn suddenly caught fire today.

[asexualconfessions]

there not enough discourse around being ace and preferring not to talk about seggsual content even in clean situations. some of my friends (who are even a part of the aroace community) don’t understand this.

(sorry this is probably going to turn into a rant)

last week my aro friend and i were discussing sex and i used relatively clean or minimally detailed terms to talk about it because that’s just what i prefer but they straight up said something along the lines of “why are you acting like a 12 year old” (we’re both adults).

they know i’m ace. but that doesn’t seem to be reason enough for me to prefer not using explicit terms/language??

i feel like there’s a lot of talk about aces who may also have sex or aces who make sex jokes.

what about the aces who prefer to not think or talk about sex because it makes them uncomfortable?

tbh i think there should be more discourse around it.

why am i being compared to a child under the guise of “it’s normal to talk about sex as an adult”

i’m just mad that this kind of stuff is still going on today, even among people who claim to be educated on aroace identities.

🟣

I want to actually reply to this one, as an asexual who's friends thought they were so oblivious as to have never seen what a penis looked like. As in. Never even saw a picture. ALL of our friends are virgins, not a bad thing, and I was the one singled out. Because I was vocally uncomfortable talking about sex. So you know what I did? Complete 180, everything is a sex joke, everything is phallic. Because I was SO tired of being singled out. A lot of asexual people are adults, some who have had sex, a large amount who have consumed sexual content in some way (in movies, on TV, through fandom, through books) and even if we choose not to, we should NOT be treated as innocent children for it!!! We should not be CALLED children for it!!!! It's. Excuse my language, it's fucking disconcerting!! You have to have so much cognitive dissonance to speak to me the way I speak to the eight year olds in my classes.

It's so incredibly wild that an aromantic said that to you too, that's not okay. They of all people should have enough exposure to the ace community, and the aroace community, to understand why that is such a fucking stupid thing to say. Sorry. I'm so ANGRY about it!!!! I'm so angry about arospecs and acespecs being socially engineered to think like this too! I'm so angry about how people treat us, even the ones we love or respect! We are not kids! Not having sex doesn't make you a child! Not having a relationship doesn't make you a child! Neither of these traits should define your humanity or your adulthood and if they do that's a problem, even in allo people!!! Can the world stop being so fucking stupid about reproduction!!!! Holy shit!!!!!!

#sorry for the rant on your ask anon #you are just so right and so real. #thank you for ranting actually i love your rant you should do it more. we should all be allowed to not talk about sex #all the time. so sorry that happened to you #aask #asexual #asexuality #ace #mod aby

[princelylove]

Hello prince, are you doing alright?, is all better from the surgery? i know is been sometime but i still wanted to check on that :D

May i please request for a stressed out darling who plays 'housewife' for Narancia just because they can't take the disorganization he has on? like darling cleaning even the knife Narancia uses to attack people and cooking warm foods because they can't take what the boy has been eating, i would smack him with my chancla and cook warm foods for him just because i can't take that unhealthy life style he has going on "Nara did you just you came from a mission and hugged me? go take a warm bath now or i'll make you, i will be waiting for you at the table be quick or the food will go cold" i do not fear his knife, he better take a bath when coming 'home' or i will bath him without a hint of shame or embarrassment. Sorry to bother and thank you, Your Highness hope this doesn't annoy you or anything English is not my mother tongue ^_^'

All better from the surgery, dear anon. I'm up and walking and talking again. I'm still adjusting to some recent medical 'revelations,' let's call them, but I'm getting by. Don't develop a pain disorder, it's more annoying than anything else.

Well. 'Housewife' is a funny term for what you've described, anon, because to me, it looks like you're just mothering him. I could delve into a whole digression about how women in heterosexual relationships can take on a role as a second mother to the man, but... I don't want to stress myself out thinking about how awful that sounds. I'm not fond of mama's boys in the slightest.

Narancia would probably go for motherly types. Even if he has Bruno- feminine or masculine- he's still looking for a motherly darling because he just likes it. He's at that age where he can't really voice why he likes it, he'd just say "uhh 'cause it's hot" if he was asked.

But you and I both know what an Oedipus complex is. I hate to use any of Freud's work, but I've taken too many psych. classes to not reference it a little.

In Freud's opinion, which from this point on I'm going to be referring to as "The Psychoanalytic Theory," there's five stages of development that you go through when you're a baby to sexual maturity. There's this thing called the subconscious, and to put it simply, all the things you repress and don't wanna think about go there.

I'm only going to be focusing on two sections of the five stages of development today, the first being: the first. This one's called the Oral Stage.

When you go through a stage, you're going to either resolve it or fail to. When you're in the oral stage, you just wanna get your mouth on everything because you're a baby and that's how you settle that curiosity. New toy? Shove it in your mouth. Mommy talking to me? Eat her hair. You get it.

When you fail to resolve a stage, it gets shoved into your subconscious, and you develop a fixation. An oral fixation is normally shown through excessive biting, chewing on things such as pens, kissing items that aren't meant to be kissed, and even smoking.

The third stage of the five is called the Phallic Stage.

Do you know what happens when you fail to resolve the Phallic Stage, the stage where you identify with your same sex parent and notice the opposite sex parent is, in fact, the opposite sex?

You get an Oedipus Complex. If you're a boy, anyway. Freud liked to ignore women. I think there's a name for the feminine equivalent, but I don't remember at the moment.

And, when you fail to resolve both the Oral and Phallic stages, you get Narancia Ghirga.

He's so, so annoying about it. He doesn't even realize he has it- come on, every guy wants a babe that knows how to cook and wants to take care of you! He's not weird 'cause he likes how women are supposed to be. (He got smacked after saying that, don't worry.)

When he comes home to his darling cooking and cleaning and all of the shit he absolutely never wants to do 'as a man,' he's totally stoked, in his words.

Narancia will take your chancla gladly if it means you really love him- hey, he can take it. It's just a sandal, there's no real danger- ow. Ow. Ow. Hhholy shit. Ow. Babe. Ow.

#request granted #yandere narancia ghirga #cw misogyny #cw gender roles #should i tag freud #lmfao.

[scavengerssuccotash]

How was their first time (together)? Was it a heat of the moment thing or more thought out?

Ohh tough one!

I flip flop one this one all the time!

I love the raw crazed sexiness of it being a heat of the moment kind of thing. Maybe it’s after a difficult mission early on in their partnership and Nat refused a direct order from Clint or neglectfully put her life in a precarious situation and they’re having a heated argument when one of them snaps! It’s like two supernovas colliding into each other. Explosive. Hot. And fraught with tension. Objects are swept off surfaces with an arm, fabric tears beneath impatient fingers, buttons leap from their bodies and skip across the floor—

Oh yes! I do love the raw passion of a heat of the moment.

On the other hand…

I think Clint would be far more careful in his advances. He’s acutely aware of Natasha’s past, and as such is oh so cautious in tip-toeing around his blossoming affection. And really let’s be honest here: Sex doesn’t scare our Black Widow, but attachment, nay emotional weight, absolutely terrifies her. She knows, but perhaps doesn’t want to admit it, that when Clint turns down her misguided proposition that sex in any capacity with him isn’t just sex.

So you have these two people who are orbiting around each other, longing for a connection that is what they believe is so far out of their emotional depth that they’re forced to simply wait. Of course, it doesn’t stop them from reaching out to test the lines they’ve drawn in the sand between them. Much like a kid who is curious about the flickering flame of a candle, they’re dangerously tempted, only to flinch away from the heat.

They grow bolder with time, and comfort and soon cautious glances give way to long lingering looks. Her eyes stay fixed on his hands as he cleans his bow, which he definitely notices and repays her attention with crude phallic mimicry.

Yeah, that’s how I do it, with a twist over the top. Did you notice?

Oh, he’s very naughty, our Clint!

Natasha’s not one to take it laying down however and serves her revenge extra hot. She allows Clint to zip her up on the most elaborate dresses she can find, all with buttery soft fabrics that cling to her curves they way a fine wine stains lips. And Clint looks. Of course he looks! His eyes drip down the length of her spine. He doesn’t miss the tease of thin fragile lace, nor the color. She’s thorough, his partner, in her research. Not many people know that purple is his favorite color.

Of course this is all set up, the teasing, the back and forth. They’re testing each others resolves in the only way they know how until they finally (finally!) come to the conclusion that they will without out a doubt have sex.

But where? How? When?

Questions like these, and their answers are fertile ground for verbal and physical foreplay. It’s the first time not in the mechanics of sex, on what goes where and how, but in how to be vulnerable and raw with someone in a very sensual and caring way. Which is something that I find absolutely riveting when it comes to these two.

Which is why I’ve opted for this route for my fic Sightline!

I have a particular scene in mind where our beloved archer shows Natasha exactly what the difference is between fuckin and making love. I cannot wait to write it.

So, TLDR (because I’m a wordy bitch): they toyed with each other for a while, hinted around it, made up their minds and then proceeded to wreck the fuck out of a hotel room in Santa Monica. Best of both worlds!!

You get pining, longing, sexy word-play, and a hot fuck all in one go!

Super engaging ask, I quite enjoyed answering it so thank you for asking!!

#ask me #first time #spur of the moment #or methodical #why not both meme #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #fandom