#and with Star Wars well good fucking luck NOT knowing what happens in that

[theworstcreature]

Just watched the first three episodes of Loki and I *REALLY* love it so far

The vibes are IMMACULATE

the story is surprisingly interesting and keeping my (easily distracted) attention

Also Loki is just a really interesting and entertaining character to watch in general

Anyways I look forward to watching the rest of the first season tomorrow (and then the next season when it comes out)

#sometimes I really really like something for no discernible reason #this is one of those times #this show is just so !!!!!! #it’s nice to watch a show I haven’t heard ten billion spoilers of for once #bc I had pretty much 90% of the movies/shows I watch spoiled to me via memes and whatever else #back when endgame released I wasn’t into marvel but damn if I didn’t get threayened with endgame spoilers at least once a day #like not a single detail was left unspoiled man xd #and with Star Wars well good fucking luck NOT knowing what happens in that #anyways I’m getting a bit off track talking about how nothing is left safe from spoilers #loki #loki Disney plus #Loki series #Loki tv series #anyways really really fucking good show I love it

[freak-accident419]

You Can’t Spell ‘FWB’ without ‘Friend’

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

Summary: Ever since the night before, you and Derek had become best friends with benefits. Bored at a fancy rich person party, you two decide to hook up again. However, when you’re inexplicably taken out of the mood, you two decide to do something else for the night: hang out like the best friends you were.

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: 18+ content, MDNI, (graphic descriptions of) sex (awkward), cursing, mentions of drugs, (best) friends with benefits, platonic (but you can interpret it as potentially romantic), short read, reader and Derek are just best pals that fuck, slightly ooc Derek, reader is rich/famous like Derek, attempt to hook up in the bathroom at a party (end up hanging out instead), smoking, drinking, Star Wars references, very chaotic

(A/n: Dedicating this to my wifey @xcherryerim 🫶 your post awaiting this fic meant a lot to me :3)

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Holy fuck, you wanted to gouge your eyes out.

You had a glass of wine in your hand, staring at the crowd of old, wealthy hags, sipping the drink briefly out of boredom.

You were at yet another fancy party in some rich person’s mansion, accompanied by your best friend Derek, the son of President Jessica Danforth and CEO of Danforth Enterprises. You had been good friends with him for a very long time, the two of you always stirring up trouble whenever together.

You stare down at the deep scarlet of your drink, intensely zoning out as you thought about the night before. A pair of hands caressing the skin on your thighs, legs tightening around hips, wrists held above your head, and loud, sultry moans and sounds filling the room.

And then you snapped out of it as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up to see exactly him—Derek.

“This party is ass,” you grumble to him, taking a sip from your drink.

“I know,” he replies, sipping his. “Any luck with finding investors?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I have people doing that for me,” you scoff.

“Right,” he nods.

“Any luck with convincing some poor girl to invest in crypto?” You ask, looking at him as you raise an eyebrow.

“Nope,” he answers with a sigh, but a smile was plastered on his face.

You chuckled at his reply. “Hah. I’m not surprised. Crypto is fucking ridiculous.”

“Hey, fuck you.”

“Hm, you already did. What, once isn’t enough for you?” you retort quickly, sneering.

Derek’s eyes widened in response, frantically looking around to see if anyone heard you, then whispered, “Would—Would you be quiet?” He stressed under his breath. “Don’t say that fucking shit out loud, what if somebody heard?”

Last night didn’t really mean to happen. Like the close friends you were, you hung out with Derek at his mansion as you regularly do. However, one thing led to another because of a bottle of pinot noir and the unfortunate appearance of a sex scene in a movie you two watched together. Accordingly, you woke up sore the next morning. You two had established that it was just hooking up, no strings attached—but nobody could know about your arrangement. Not your friends, not your co-workers, and especially not Derek’s mother. While he was known for being promiscuous, the press couldn’t find out that Derek had hooked up with you, not only a good friend of Derek, but someone who was well known in the media due to their wealth.

You roll your eyes carelessly as flashes from last night began to cloud your mind. His fast breaths, his body, his skilled hands. Yet you shook it off easily. “Oh, come on, Derek, these old, ancient fucks can’t hear shit.” An old woman looked at you in disapproval after hearing you swear, walking away from you. “Okay, well, she heard that, but nobody’s gonna know! Don’t get your fuckin’ Louis Vuitton boxers in a twist.”

“They’re not—” he huffs in annoyance. You weren’t taking this seriously, which ultimately frustrated him; your carelessness reminded him too much of himself. “Y/n, who knows what’ll happen if anyone finds out? Like, you know I have to keep my fucking reputation up, and you do too. I don’t think there’s anything Wallace could do if the press found out we hooked up.”

You pause briefly until a smirk creeps up onto your lips in realization. “You regret it, don’t you?”

“No, of course I don’t regret it,” he answers immediately. Not regretting it was clearly an understatement. He really enjoyed last night, every second, every feeling. So he was slightly confused as to why you even doubted him. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s just—” you stutter out, “I woke up and you were gone, you know.” You mutter as you took out a cigarette, placing it into your mouth and lighting it.

His mouth went dry and he pursed his lips promptly. “I had to be at Danforth Enterprises,” he says, watching you exhale the smoke from your cigarette.

“Yeah, well, you could’ve sent me a text or written a note,” you shrug. “Like, it’s your house, dude. I was supposed to be the one leaving the morning after, not you.”

“Right, sorry,” he says simply. “Force of habit.” —It was true; he had an infamous history of one-night stands.

“Plus, I’m your best friend,” you reason. “I don’t want this to, like, ruin everything we had. Like, you’re still my buddy to me.”

He looked at you with a slightly amused grin. “Hey, nothing’s gonna change between us, alright? As you said, you’re my best friend, and it’s always gonna stay that way.” You chuckled, offering him a smile as you heard his response. He could be sentimental whenever he wanted. “Look, the day our friendship will ever change is the day I’ll shut down UDG and Nine Star. Which is basically, like, fucking never. Don’t worry about it.” Even as he said the last sentence, this could be interpreted in two different ways. The first one is that he’d never be in some sort of greater relationship with you, likewise his reluctance to stop scamming. The second one, however, implies that if he ever got into something serious with you, a moral obligation will arise, forcing him to shut down his unethical phishing companies just for you. Right. That sounded ridiculous. It was definitely not the latter.

The two of you both took a sip of your drink in unison.

“But, like,” he began, swirling his glass of wine in his hand engagingly, “Is this gonna be, like, a regular thing?”

You raise an eyebrow curiously after taking a sip of your own. “Like, hooking up?” He nods. “I mean… Whatever happens, happens.”

“Uhh, how do you mean?”

“Like, if it was a one-time thing, so be it. But if it’s gonna become regular, then also so be it,” you took a drag of your cigarette. “Doesn’t really matter. We can just, like, do whatever we want. Nothing has to be all predetermined. If we feel like fucking, then we’ll fuck. If not, then great, another day of walking normally.”

“Right,” he says.

You were bored.

So fucking bored.

You dressed all fancy for nothing, you feel. You were obligated to go the same reason Derek had: your wealthy, famous status. But it was so underwhelming and useless, even. As long as you made an appearance, then that should’ve been enough for everybody.

You put out your cigarette and finish your wine, nearly chugging it.

“Hey,” you tap on Derek’s shoulder, making him turn around to look at you after he had been gazing at a potential crypto girl. “Wanna do a quickie in this rich loser’s bathroom?”

He raises an eyebrow in interest.

***

You were held up against the wall of the bathroom, legs wrapped around Derek’s hips as his hands held you by your thighs, pounding his cock in and out of you at a fairly quick pace. Your hands held onto his arms and your chin rested on his shoulder tiredly as the occasional skin slapping against skin sound echoed in the room, hearing Derek grunt with almost every thrust.

You felt slightly uncomfortable and awkward. Like, you weren’t really aroused. It felt… dry? You didn’t know what you meant by that, but the friction was just… unsatisfying. He was grazing your walls in a way that just made it feel like burning, increasing your discomfort. But at least he looked like he was enjoying this. Good for him, you guessed.

This never happened before, so it was sort of… really weird to you, to say the least.

To be honest, you were kind of bored. Like, really bored. How the hell were you still bored? You temporarily escaped an old rich people party to have rigorous sex in their bathroom with your best friend, but you were still bored.

“Shit…” you mutter, disgruntled, as he moved consistently inside you, the burning sensation catching up with you. “What the fuck? Why does—ow—Why the fuck is this hurting?”

Derek pulls his head away from your shoulder and looks at you in concern, his dick still inside of you. “Are you okay? Should I go slower?” He offers, raising an eyebrow as he searched for hesitance in your eyes, then looking you up and down.

“Yeah, sure, okay,” you nodded. “It’s whatever, just—just keep going,” you dismiss in a low murmur. As he starts again at a slower pace, you still had an uncomfortable expression on your face. He was moving his hips but all you felt was mere irritation.

“Okay, what—what the hell?” You groan as you still felt shitty, resulting in Derek stopping his thrusts.

“What’s the issue? Am I still going fast? Should I slow down more?”

“Yeah, uh, probably, yeah,” you say as your head goes back on his shoulder. He proceeds with his movements, his cock sliding in at an even slower pace, stretching your walls more intricately.

“Is this—is this better?” He asks as he moves patiently, steadily moving in and out of your body.

And it wasn’t even a minute in before you would interrupt again.

“Umm… Actually I,” you begin, sighing, “I’m just—I don’t know, I’m not feeling it.”

Derek slides out, still holding you up against the wall by your thighs and raises an eyebrow, looking into your eyes. “Seriously?”

You nod simply.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” He asks, unsure if it was something on his part.

“I don’t know, I’m just not really feeling it,” you reply awkwardly.

“Weren’t you the one who brought it up—”

“I’m not feeling it anymore, dude, I’m sorry!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in surrender.

He puts you down as you put your clothing back on. As you slip your underwear back on, you look at him standing by the same spot by the wall. “Are you still hard?” You ask, raising an eyebrow insightfully.

“Yup,” he shrugs shamelessly.

You sort of felt bad, since you were the one who had the idea of fucking in the bathroom in the first place, making him all riled up.

You sigh softly and you two look at each other in silence. You let out a quiet huff.

“Want me to jerk you off?”

Soon after his release, he put his boxers and pants on leisurely. You were in front of the mirror, trying to fix your hair and clothing, ensuring that you didn’t just come back from a sexual experience in the bathroom.

“Dude, look at how much expensive perfume these jagoffs own,” you chuckle amusedly, looking down at the bathroom sink counter. On the surface were several perfumes of Armani, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana, as well as a few lotions.

“Hey, don’t—don’t touch those, Y/n.” Too late. You sprayed him with one.

You two grimaced at the scent.

“Well shit, I didn’t even know what I expected,” you cough severely, waving your hand around your nose as you despised the shitty perfume’s smell.

“I told you not to touch them, idiot,” he huffs, buckling his belt as he scowled at the odor.

“Don’t be a dickwad, you totally would’ve been curious enough to try them too,” you scoff, looking through the cabinets of the bathroom mirror and sinks. “Hey, look,” you smirk, throwing a small object at him that you had found.

He caught it involuntarily with his hands and inspected the item: it was a bottle of Viagra. He raised an eyebrow, looking at you and laughed softly. “I am not surprised that these old fucks can’t get it on,” he threw it back at you and you shelved it back in its original place.

You watch him take a hit from his vape and you sigh from boredom. You didn’t want to be in this bathroom any longer, but you definitely didn’t want to be out in the party either.

“Dude, I’m bored,” you whine as he handed you his vape pen.

“‘Sup Bored, I am Derek,” he muttered sarcastically, under his breath. You rolled your eyes and handed him back his vape once you were done with it.

“Can you—can you not?” you mumble exasperatedly in response as he just raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says, making his way towards the door, “We’re getting out of here, you can ride with me.”

“Hold on,” you interject quickly. “We should—I mean—I should probably wait a few minutes after you leave the bathroom to get out. You know, so no one will suspect us if we were to, like, walk out of the bathroom together.”

“Right. Yeah. Yeah, you have a point,” he nods.

You had to be careful from now on, realizing that just through the mere plan of leaving the bathroom alternately. This meant you had to be more delicate and thoughtful with every action and word that came from you—and Derek’s—to keep this messy secret.

***

You were laid on the bed beside Derek, one hand tangled in his hair and the other holding an ice cream cone as the bright colors of the TV in front of you nearly blinded your eyes. Your arm was propped up behind Derek’s head in order to play with his hair, feeling the soft curls brushing your palm and fingertips. The two of you looked intensely at the screen as you ate your ice cream in one hand, which was graciously prepared by Derek’s personal chef.

“Dude, Jar Jar Binks was definitely a Sith Lord,” you blurt in a low mutter. Derek turns his head and looks at you in befuddlement.

“What? No. Y/n, no, no, no, do not get started on this again—”

“I’m just saying, dude, that whole ‘goofy idiot’ appearance was hiding the fact that he was a powerful Sith Lord!” You exclaim passionately. “Have you seen his fighting style?”

“Yes, I’ve seen his fighting style, and it looks as if he’s chugged twenty fuckin’ martinis, then atrociously became crossfaded through several, reckless bong rips,” he replied straightforwardly.

You pause briefly as you realized. “Derek, I swear, if that was a reference to that one hangover I had back in December, I swear fucking to god—”

He met you with silence.

You nearly whisper, “Was it?”

The smirk that rose onto his lips told you everything, and you playfully smacked the top of his head since your hand was already there before, tangled in his hair. “Ow,” he muttered, yet his smirk never ceasing. “Look, all I’m saying is that I respect you for that. You are, like, the craziest person I know in the best fucking way possible.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” you mumble, fighting the inevitable curl of your lips that formed a flattered, soft grin. “Okay, anyways, all I’m saying, is that not only was it a tactic to trick his opponents, but he could’ve also been using the force! And how many times has he avoided death?”

“Okay, Y/n, that’s enough, lay off the grass,” he jokes, letting out a low snicker. “How is Jar Jar even relevant? We—we aren’t even watching the prequels, isn’t this The Empire Strikes Back?”

“No, I’m pretty sure we’re watching Return of the Jedi,” you say confidently.

“No, this is—this is definitely Empire Strikes Back,” he refutes, then pauses. “Did we seriously forget?”

“Well, there’s a billion of movies in this franchise, so we’re bound to mix up its titles. Hm, well, it can’t be The Empire Strikes Back, because Return of the Jedi is the one with that sexy Leia outfit,” you reason, shrugging. Derek raises an eyebrow. “Okay, okay, you know what, this isn’t even the point, the point is, that Jar Jar is relevant because it’s fuckin’ Star Wars!”

“Whatever,” Derek rolls his eyes with an amused grin that swiftly transitioned into a mischievous smirk. “You look like Jar Jar,” he mumbles.

You let out a playful, offended gasp. “Oh yeah? You look like Jabba the Hut.”

His head turned directly towards you and let out a exaggerated gasp as well. “Fuck you, you look like Yoda!”

“And you look like that fucking gremlin-looking piece of shit that’s Jabba’s pet!”

“Yeah, well, you look like—”

This continued a little longer until the both of you got too tired, unable to think of any more ugly Star Wars characters to compare each other to—which then resulted in a peaceful truce.

Your fingers proceeded to play with Derek’s curls as you took a bite of your ice cream, then letting your head rest on his shoulder. With this action, however, you suddenly thought about the night before and how things had led up to that event.

“Hey, are there any sex scenes in this?” You ask quietly, feeling his short strands of hair tangle loosely around your fingers.

He scoffs with a slight grin. “It’s a fucking Star Wars movie.”

You two burst out laughing. “Right, right, that’s—you have a point,” you giggle, catching your breath. “Oh, thank god, then.”

“Why? Are you that against having a repeat of last night?” He accuses, attempting to sound more playful, rather than the genuine concern that he felt.

“No, it’s just—” You struggled to think about how you wanted to word it. “I really like this. You know? I’m too tired, I’m very comfy, I…” You nuzzled further into his neck as your head rested on his shoulder. “This is nice. I like this.”

He smiles warmly to himself. “I like this too.”

The rest of the night was quite tame. You finished your ice cream before you finished the movie. Except, you didn’t really finish the movie entirely, because you two fell asleep in each other’s arms in the middle of it. Yet seen through your easy laughter and smiles, you were reassured indubitably: nothing was ever going to change between the two of you.

#derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth x you #derek danforth x gn!reader #derek danforth smut #the beekeeper #the beekeeper movie #the beekeeper fanfic #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x reader #josh futturman x reader #clapton davis x reader #gender neutral #gender neutral reader

[shanastoryteller]

Hayppy Valentines day you ingenious lady! Three faced goddess continuation? Maybe specifically about Tonys star-heart? ✨💖

a continuations of 1 2 3

Rhodey is going to kill him.

His grandfather outlawed necromancy in the kingdom, but Pepper's going to find someone break that law specifically to bring him back just so she can kill him again.

Tony's dirty and bruised and he probably has a concussion from his head wound and he really doesn't even want to think about the stitches in his side from the shrapnel that was pulled out of him.

He grew up in the palace. There were always magical healers around for anything serious. He's never had stitches before. He's known there was a certain amount of risk posing as Edward and working at the edges of the war, but he'd never expected them to go to this much effort to kidnap a damn alchemist!

"They're going to kill you."

He glances at his fellow captive and quirks his lips up. Yinsen doesn't have any talent with magic, but he does have exceptionally steady hands, which is almost as good. "Probably."

Yinsen sits on the opposite side of the cell from him, his hands hanging between his knees and still stained with Tony's blood. "The kingdom will fall."

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," he says with forced casualness, even though it's absolutely true. He has no heir. "I'm good at my job, but I'm hardly the only alchemist and armorer in the country."

Yinsen tilts his head to look at him over the edge of his glasses. "We've met before, you know. It was at one of those hideously boring balls at the palace - you were deep enough in your cups that I'm not surprised you don't remember."

Well, fuck.

"I know that the king won't come for you," he continues, voice heavy. "Could you do what they're asking?"

"I'm not a god," he says tiredly. "To harness the power of a star - I don't know how they even got it down here, or got it that that size! You'd need," he pauses, then admits, "you'd need to ingest a fuck ton of mercury, and gold, and have a binding spell with some serious power behind it, and if that doesn't kill you, maybe it would work. But you'd need a lot luck to keep it from just consuming you anyway. Which is apparently what's happened to everyone else."

"A lot of luck," Yinsen repeats, "or the Goddess's blessing."

Tony snorts.

The Starks being Goddess blessed is just propaganda, something one of his ancestors thought up to keep their family in power.

If it were true, he wouldn't be the last Stark left.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #avengers

[quasi-normalcy]

Why Deep Space Nine wasn't as popular as the other 90s Star Treks when it aired

So I keep seeing this one kind of conspiratorial text post circulating around which asserts that Deep Space Nine wasn't as popular as the other Star Trek series from the 90s because Rick Berman hated it and deliberately sabotaged it, and also (somehow) marginalized references to it in canon even decades after he stopped having absolutely anything to do with the franchise and just...no. Like, I have no idea how Rick Berman personally felt about Deep Space Nine, but what I do know is that he co-created it and executive produced it and basically ran the entire Star Trek franchise during the 90s, so if he *really* hated what it was doing, he could have just put his foot down and stopped it. Moreover, he didn't marginalize references to Deep Space Nine in canon; Voyager getting into contact with the Alpha Quadrant and learning that the Maquis had been exterminated by the Dominion (something that happened on Deep Space Nine) was one of the very few plot points on that series to have repercussions for more than an episode; First Contact featured the Defiant; both Insurrection and Nemesis have references to the Dominion War. The post is reacting against a problem that doesn't really exist.

But it does raise the question: why *wasn't* Deep Space Nine popular when it aired? And I think that the answer might be difficult for people who weren't alive and conscious during the 1990s to understand, so I'm going to try to lay out the reasons:

Serialization was only just becoming a thing on adult American television: I know that this might sound a bit difficult to believe now, but there was a time when networks really hated serialization and, with context, it's not too hard to understand why. In the 1990s, there was no streaming; there weren't even any DVD sets. Any given episode aired once at a designated time. If you missed that time, then your options were to wait until it was rerun a few weeks later, or again during the summer (and the networks would often air reruns out of order, so good fucking luck with that), or to hope that one of your friends had recorded it on a VHS tape. Otherwise, you just couldn't see it. Even worse than that, networks could arbitrarily pre-empt their own programming. Like, "Oh, you wanted to watch Star Trek? Well a baseball game just went into overtime and it brings in ten times as many viewers. Hopefully you won't find it too jarring if we just begin half an hour into the episode." So you can understand why this would have a knock-on effect on serialised storytelling; if you've missed one episode, and the subsequent stories depend on plot points from the episode, then you're just going to be confused. But even beyond that, if you're not used to serialization as an audience, then you're not going to be on the look-out for context clues. "Oh, that alien just told Quark about something called 'the Dominion'? Oh that sounds important--oh, wait, no, they got to the end of the episode and nothing happened with it. I guess it wasn't important after all."

The Star Trek name: This one seems a bit counterintuitive, because of course the name should be a draw to fans of the other series, but you have to remember that, at the time in question, the franchise consisted only of the original series and movies and the first six and a half seasons of TNG. Now, these differed in several ways, but what they had in common is that they were all about a bunch of moral paragons who flew around in space in shiny starships, having episodic adventures. That was what Star Trek was. And then you got a new series about a bunch of morally compromised characters who sat still in space on a gungy old space station having serialised adventures. It's not the same thing, and so a lot of people who wanted the first thing tuned out (which was, in fact, why Voyager had to be created), whereas a lot of people who wanted the second thing might not have tuned in because they figured it would be the first thing. And this of course brings us to the third reason:

Babylon 5: So stop me if you've heard this one before: it's a serialized drama from the 1990s all about a bunch of humans and aliens having to coexist on a space station as they navigate diplomatic crises and gradually become enmeshed in an elaborate space opera story arc. It features a race of aliens who can be called "highly spiritual", a race of aliens who have recently overthrown a decades-long brutal occupation of their homeworld by a crumbling and overstretched empire, a race of aliens who are often mistaken for gods (and who cultivate this misconception), and a mysterious new threat emerging onto the galactic scene, eventually culminating in a seasons-long war arc. I am of course describing J. Michael Straczynski's science fiction masterpiece Bablyon 5, which he, and a great many of his fans, regarded (and not without reason) as having been ripped off and pre-empted by Paramount in the form of Deep Space Nine. Now, looking at the evidence, I personally think that most of the similarities between these series are a sort of convergent evolution; but, whatever your opinion on the matter, the fact remains that these two fandoms hated each other during the 1990s. And the net effect of this was that a bunch of SF nerds who would probably have really liked DS9 if they had gotten to see it never watched it at all as a matter of principle because as far as they were concerned, its very existence was a corporate ploy to bully an upstart rival out of business.

Anyways, for all of these reasons, it's not remarkable to me that Deep Space Nine never became as popular as TNG and Voyager; and because it wasn't as popular, it makes sense that Paramount would be more circumspect about greenlighting Picard-style sequels or Lower Decks or Prodigy-style spinoffs to it (and indeed, I'm not convinced that all of the writers have even seen it). But I think that it is a testament to just how good DS9 was that it still managed to get the same seven seasons, even if it never drew in the same audience

#star trek deep space nine #star trek deep space 9 #ds9 #star trek voyager #star trek the next generation #babylon 5

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Maybanks sister

Series masterlist , previous chapter

Taglist- @cassie0sstuff @rafesgiirl @fals3-g0d @tiaamberxx @callsignwidow

Part 2, Chapter 2- a not so fun sleepover

Summary: it is just your luck at this point. You and Kiara get caught by some weird people in the Barbados after finally getting off ‘poguelandia.’ You’re trapped with your psycho ex. Again. For a second time.

After what felt like a year, finally, someone had come to rescue you guys.

Now, you guys had been saved. You were thankful for whoever this dude was for picking you guys up, thankful to get off this damn island already.

“I got a little guide out in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish.” He told you guys as you sat down in his plane.

“What were you spotting?” You asked the man, curious.

“You know, the usual. Wahoo.”

You quirked an eyebrow, JJ also seemed confused as he turned to you.

“Wahoo? In September?” You whispered to JJ. He had the same confused look.

“That doesn’t make sense.” He whispered back.

“I’d hang on to something. Gets a little spicy on takeoff.”

“Wahoo doesn’t run in September. Like ever.” You told them all quietly. “Kinda wish it did, cause then we’d have been eating it…” you trailed off. “It tastes so good.”

“Yeah. So whoever this dude is, he’s not a fisherman.” JJ spoke.

“Maybe the run just starts earlier out here.” Pope shrugged.

You tilted your head to the side. “In the carribean? Unlikely. They usually-“

“No, I know what this is. He’s working for my dad. And he’s probably been looking for us the entire time.” Sarah cut you off, everyone turning to her now.

“All right, we gotta find out.” JJ said. “Just gotta look for clues…”

You tapped on JJs shoulder, and pointed to a bag on the back of his seat.

“Hey, Jimmy.” John B spoke, distracting the man while JJ slowly reached for the bag, taking it and rummaging through everything. He opened a book and found a picture, a picture of the coastal venture.

He handed it to Sarah.

“So he was looking for us?” Cleo said.

“Exactly.”

“He’s working for my dad.”

“I say we all jump off.” You pointed down. The plane shook suddenly, you all grabbing on.

“Hey, yall better hold something we got some unexpected turbulence up here.”

“Guys, whatever it is, it’s happening fast. Look.”

Everyone looked out the window, seeing some land.

“That looks like Barbados. I’ve been there with Terrence.”

“Okay.. there’s 7 of us, one of him. You know my vote, we storm the cockpit.” Jj told everyone.

“Idiot. None of us know how to fly a damn plane.” You hit him in the arm.

“I’ve seen pope fly simulators.”

“Yeah, and I’ve flown the fucking Death Star on Lego Star Wars, doesn’t mean I can fly.” You shrugged.

“Well do you have an idea?” He turned to you.

“Something safe..?”

“Why don’t we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe, and then we sneak out. And if someone comes to mess with us, we mad dog them.” Pope spoke.

“Yeah. I like that way better.” You nodded.

“I like the mad-dogging part.” Jj tilted his head.

“Just put that back. Put it back. Be cool.” Kiara told JJ, John B distracting him again so JJ could put the stuff back into the bag.

“I’ve been going since I was 18-“ he spoke, and heard a sudden noise. JJ had been caught.

“Hey man! What the hell are you doing?” He turned to JJ, slapping him away. “That’s mine! That’s my book, give it back!”

“Fly the plane! Please fly the plane. Please fly the plane.” Sarah said, the plane shaking. You were knocked straight into Cleo who helped you sit back up quickly.

The plane crashed into the water as he struggled to get it up. Everyone screaming as they fell into the back, you all piling on top of each other. The plane filled with water.

“Is everybody good?” You asked them, everyone coughing.

“Jj, wake up, man we gotta get out.” you helped him get up. John B shoved open the door, multiple people coming over.

“Oh no. They don’t look friendly.”

“No, they look very unfriendly!”

“We gotta go, come on.”

They all got out.

“Kie, go!” You told her.

“I’m coming. Go!”

“I’m not leaving until you do.”

“Guys, get out before it sinks!” JJ told you both. Kiara looked at you and back behind you, at the man sinking.

You groaned when she began to swim over, you following.

“Come on, you gotta hurry!”

They all shouted out you both. You helped Kiara get through the plane and unbuckled the man, helping her carry him through the window.

The others were all swimming now.

“Come on guys, hurry up! Hurry up!”

“We got you.” Kiara panted to him, the man unconscious as you both carried him to shore.

“Wait, where are they?” Jj asked, turning around.

“You guys, where the fuck are they?”

“They went the other way.”

You both brought him up to shore, Kiara coughing as you brought her close to you.

“Thank you.” The man told you both, awake now.

“You lied to us. Who are you?” Kiara asked, an Atv interrupting him.

“Oh God. You should get out of here.”

You stood up, helping Kiara up and both of you running away from the men.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” JJ mumbled, watching.

You both looked around, a car pulling up. You both hid by a boat, before getting caught.

“They’re over here!”

You punched a man square in the face who tried to grab Kiara, sweeping his leg and making him fall before another caught your arm. And another grabbing Kiara as you thrashed and screamed.

“Get off!” You shouted, they both dragged you guys into their trucks as you struggled.

“What… what are we gonna do?” JJ asked, teary eyes. “We’re going after them, right?”

“What… what can we do?” John B spoke.

“Where are they talking them?”

“They’re all right there, they’re looking this way we gotta go.” Cleo said and began to swam. The other followed but Jj stayed behind for a moment.

“JJ come on. We can’t save them if we get caught.”

“We lost the others. We’ll keep searching.” You heard a voice over the man’s radio.

Kiara stayed in the bed of the truck, you looked around for a moment before jumping out and before you could even tell her to get out, you were being shouted at.

You ran away, as far as you could. But that wasn’t very far before they caught you again, one of them punching you and knocking you down, your cheek falling right back onto the sand.

“Jesus, dude! I’m gonna have a black fucking eye!” You shouted, groaning as they threw you back into the truck.

“Worth a shot, I guess.” You shrugged when Kiara looked at you in shock.

The pilot came up to the truck.

“We saved your life.” Kiara whispered to him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’m gonna try to help you, okay? I swear, I didn’t know it was gonna be like this. Look, if you don’t fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably… they probably won’t hurt you.”

“Probably?” You recoiled, making a face at him.

“What did Ward promise you?” Kiara asked.

“Who? Hey, just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck.”

The man got back in the truck.

“All right, let’s go.”

- - - - ᨳ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ഒ - - - -

“Jesus, this dude is loaded.” You whispered to yourself when the truck drove up to the house. Kiara and you looked at each other worriedly as you were being walked in.

The house was huge, full of antiques and relics.

“Take them upstairs. The Orinoco room.” One women said, and you both were grabbed by the arm and dragged upstairs.

You shoved the dudes arm off you when you entered the room.

“Inside.”

“Why are we here? Who are you working for?”

“Dinner at eight. I’d clean up.”

“Just tell us what they want!-“ Kiara shouted, but the man shut the door in her face and the door locked.

“Great. This is fun. A little sleepover.”

Kiara looked out the window, and you looked at the dresses hanging up.

“At least they’ve got taste…?” You mumbled, flicking through the dresses. Two red dresses for each size.

“Pick your size.” The note read. You shrugged to yourself, grabbing one.

“Least it gets me out of these clothes.”

Later, the both of you were escorted downstairs.

“You know, this dress looks actually pretty good on me. Think they’ll let me keep it?” You asked Kiara when you walked downstairs, looking at yourself in a mirror.

“Why out of everyone to be stuck with did it have to be you?” She murmured.

“I’m offended. I think it’s a lot better than being struck with JJ. I’m just trying to lighten the mood.”

As you walked down and were directed into a room.

“Uh, excuse me?” Kiara said to a man, with a shaved head.

The man turned around, his eyes meeting yours first, his face falling.

“No, I knew you and Ward were behind this shit.” Kiara spoke, your mouth agape as you stared at him as in shock.

“What are you talking about? You guys trying to weasel in on my deal? Is that what’s going on?” He walked towards Kiara.

“No fucking way!” You shouted, turning on your heels, holding your hands up and beginning to walk out before a guard manhandled you inside, throwing you onto the floor. “Goddamnit!” You huffed.

“Is there like any other room I can be in? Specifically without him?” You asked the guard, before he slammed the door in your face.

“Seriously?” Rafe started. “You’re so fucking imm-“

“Yes, seriously! Last time I saw you was months ago, and you held a gun to my head and a knife to my throat! How am I immature?” You pointed at him, standing up and getting closer to him, shouting in his face now.

“I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know.” A man said. All of you turning to him now. He chuckled and turned.

“Who are you?” Rafe asked the man.

“Me? My name is Carlos Singh. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Ms. Carrera and l/n, I do apologize for the rough tactics of bringing you here.”

He turned his gaze to you.

“And I heard you’re a fighter. And a runner. Roughed up a few of my guys.” He chuckled. “All is forgiven. Please, come.” He motioned to the other room.

Kiara looked back at you.

“Sit down.”

Rafe looked at Kiara and at you, you sneered at him and walked behind Kiara, your arms crossed as you sat down on a chair.

“Rough tactics. What about me?” Rafe asked the man.

“Yes, Mr. Cameron. False pretenses. But, the ends justify the means, I’m afraid. Sit. Please.”

Rafe sat on a chair next to you, while you scooted over as far as you possibly could. He exhaled as he looked at you and back at the man.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah, fucking right we do.” You scoffed, leaning back in the chair.

- - - - ᨳ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ഒ - - - -

“Hey. Hey!” He shouted, hanging on the closed door and messing with the doorknob.

“Oh my God, yeah I’m gonna lock myself in the bathroom, do not disturb me.” You murmured as the man shut the door, Kiara grabbing your wrist and stopping you.

“If I have to deal with him, so do you.”

You groaned. “It’s locked, you dumbass.” You told him when he tried to continue to get it open. Kiara and you walked towards the window, he followed.

“Get off me, man!” Portis shouted.

“Who the hell is that guy?” Rafe asked, watching the man be dragged.

“We know him. It’s Jimmy Portis. He was trying to help us.” Kiara whispered. Singh looked at the window, pulling out a gun.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Rafe spoke, the man dissapearing in the back. All you could hear was the gun firing.

Rafe swallowed, Kiara panted, your mouth hung open in shock.

“This diary. Hey, no bullshit.” He turned to you, “don’t bullshit me. Do you guys have it?”

“I don’t know anything about a damn diary!” You told him. “You sure you don’t?”

“I think I would know if I fucking-“ he started.

“Kie?” You turned to her, voice hopeful. She shook her head.

“No.”

“Well, it’s official. We’re all dying together.” You said with a groan, running a hand over your face.

“Nobodies dying.” Rafe said, glancing at you.

“Yeah? What’s your bright idea then, buzz?” You asked, your arms crossed.

Ouch, went straight for the haircut.

#rafe cameron x you #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron series #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x y/n #obx series #rafe obx #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #rafe fanfiction #rafe x you #rafe x reader

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Minors dni, no Vecna. ❤️

Post S3 Steve reverts back to his King Steve persona when it comes to dating. He's sick of pining after Nancy and having no luck on dates so he figures he will go back to what worked for him before.

Casual sex, no feelings. Absolutely no falling in love with any of the girls he dates or sleeps with.

Robin calls him a dingus and says he's grown far too much to just go back to being a douchebag who just hides his feelings with meaningless sex and dates that don't go anywhere.

"Dingus, it's a disaster in the making, you're absolutely going to fall in love with one of these girls"

No he wasn't. He was making a decision to not let his heart get broken again. It was bad enough with Nancy, he wasn't going through that another time.

❤️

The no strings attached relationships work out, he keeps his dates at a distance and actually enjoys being cool and suave again, making a pretty lady smile or blush just from his words.

Then he meets you. You're sweet but also have a fiesty side as he finds out from your first conversation.

He's chatting to Sandy who's hanging onto his every word when he catches your eye, your shy smile startles him out of his flirting and his heart skips a beat.

Shit that wasn't good... Sandy drags his attention back to her and he feels like he's getting back in the flow of the conversation.

"Yeah if you're done flirting Steve, I'd like to check this out" Steve blinks as he looks away from Sandy to you.

You're sweet smile is gone and you're glowering at him looking impatient.

"Uh, sorry about that. I was just... He looks to Robin for help who winks at him and simply watches what's about to happen.

Yeah, thanks Robin.

"Flirting with all the babes?" you offer and he feels himself blush. Shit, this isn't what King Steve would do.

"Saving my best lines for you honey" he wink and you look at him unimpressed. Sandy has grown bored and walked out of the store but Steve barely pays attention, he's so focused on you.

...

"If that works on anyone I'd be suprised. Can I check this out how?" you ask and he nods trying to find a way to come out of this conversation without looking like a jackass.

"So Star Wars, that's one of my favourites you know with the teddy bears and shit. Han Solo is fucking cool"

You peer up at him and there's a tiny smile on your face.

"Well, I do love them teddy bears" you emphasise and he scowls as he hears Robin hold back her laughter.

"Maybe we could watch it together" he suggests and he leans over the counter locking eyes with you. Wow you had beautiful eyes, he wished he had noticed that sooner.

"Aww well I wouldn't want the babes who come here to be deprived of your handsome face Steve" You take the video and he's left staring out after you with his mouth agape.

Robin smirks at him and he grumbles under his breath. It feels like she should have another whiteboard that tallys his unsuccessful flirting attempts.

He's earned a big zero for this one. But he knows he can turn this around. Once he turns his charm up a notch then things will be different right?

❤️

Wrong.

It turns out his charm has no effect on you whatsoever, he begins to notice you more and other ladies less and less.

He looks forward to seeing you every other day and that both excites and scares him all at the same time.

However, at one point he gets frustrated and yeah a little sad that you don't seem to like him in that way, sure you're more forthcoming now and smile at his stupid jokes but you don't like him the way he likes you.

So he flirts with a customer called Janet while you're returning a movie and talking to Robin.

He feels your eyes on him and is suprised when he sees the pain in your eyes when you look between him and Janet.

His stomach sinks and he realises he's fucked up when you mumble goodbye to Robin and rush out of the store.

Robin taps her foot impatiently and glares at him, he swallows down a lump in his throat knowing he's fucked up.

"Go! You can still catch up with her" he nods and rushes out of the store. At first he doesn't seen you but as he jogs up the street he spots you right across the road and calls your name.

You turn around and you're expression is blank but he knows that he has messed up.

"I'm sorry, he blurts out before you can say anything, I flirted with Janet because I thought you didn't like me the way I like you and that really fucking sucks because I think you're amazing. Now I realise you might just feel the same and I screwed up and I'm sorry"

You're quiet for a minute then you gently take his hand.

"You're an idiot Steve Harrington" he smiles when he sees your expression soften and the pain in your eyes melt away.

"So I've been told. Look, I like you. Would you like to go on a date?" he prays that you say yes and to his delight you do.

"Okay, one date" he sighs relieved and feels confident he can turn it into a secondnand hopefully more.

❤️

Steve's usual nonchalance and distant approach breaks down within the first couple of weeks of you two dating.

All he wants to do is get to know you better and let himself take a chance on something pretty amazing.

He doesn't want to be going from girl to girl for relationships that go nowhere.

Robin was right the whole "King Steve" shit was stupid. She was also right about him falling head over heels in love... with you.

He tries to fight it but it's like fighting a losing battle.

The first night the two of you make love is when he knows. He's lying with you in a post coital daze and you're cuddled up on his chest fast asleep.

He feels content... When he looks at you it feels like home. He can't remember ever feeling like this, he didn't even feel this way about Nancy.

"I love you" He murmurs as he strokes your hair and he's sure you won't hear him, he's sure you're too sleepy to even register what he's saying.

Then he looks down at you and you're staring up at him happily.

"I love you too Steve"

It's those three words that make Steve realise that a happy ending really is possible for him.

❤️

#steve harrington x reader #no vecna #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff

[depizan]

I do have two last thoughts on Shadows of the Empire. I realized I should address the…it’s not really big enough to call a plot…uh… the side plotlet Dash has, since I picked up the book to answer the question of what he was like when written by someone other than the guy who wrote Shadow Games. Also, I’m not quite done being irritated about Roofie Lizards.

Dash Rendar’s crisis of confidence.

During one of the assorted plots that fade out over the course of the book there’s a space dogfight in which several Bothan pilots are killed by a missile that Dash failed to destroy. That he failed for the first time ever and people died gives him a Heroc BSoD for a bit.

*massages forehead*

Okay, two thirds of that is fine, but the middle third just destroys the entire thing. No one gets to the age of…okay, I don’t know how old Dash is, but I’m pretty sure he’s older than, like ten…without failing. I don’t care how hot shit he’s supposed to be, this cannot be the first time in his life that he failed. Or missed a target. Also, given his line of work, this can’t be the first time people he’s working with have died. His plotlet would be more appropriate for someone Luke’s age. Or younger. Not for a seasoned criminal who routinely gets in space battles.

That said, characters are allowed to be upset by things. I’d absolutely have given an “I failed and people died!” BSoD a pass. Maybe it hasn’t happened that often. Maybe it just hits him hard every time. That could actually be a hint of him as an actual person not a random assortment of one liners and ludicrous skills. But it’s written like somewhere between 50% and 75% of his BSoD is because he never fails.

No one never fails. No one. That’s not how anything works!

(Also, his focus on “how could I, the man who never misses, miss!?” makes it all about him and not the people who died, which isn’t a good look. Nor is Luke kind of being glad he was taken down a peg, well, wanting to be glad he was taken down a peg, if not for the loss of life.

I swear to god, Dash has an asshole aura the way Taris has a bad idea aura and Joruus C'baoth has a wisdom and intellect drain aura.)

Anyway, the point is: it’s a plotlet for someone just starting out in life. “Oh no, I can fail.” is not something that an experienced adult should be struggling with. (Again, “oh no, my failure had bad consequences” is something anyone can struggle with. It’s the emphasis that’s fucking the plotlet up, not the events themselves.) Worse, Dash is a character whose brother died and family was destroyed because of bad luck. He shouldn’t be having this struggle with the concept of failure! Bad shit happens! He knows that.

It doesn’t help my irritation that later, after Dash is “dead”*, it turns out that it was a specially shielded missile, so he didn’t actually fail. Or at least, he didn’t actually miss. There was just nothing he could’ve done.

Look, Star Wars writers, the reason people like Han Solo is because he does fuck up. He’s not perfect. It makes him human and relatable and likable. He’s very good at what he does, but he’s not The Best™. Sometimes he encounters someone better than him. And sometimes he just messes up. Because people do.

Han Solo but cooler and edgier doesn’t make for an interesting character. It doesn’t even make for a character at all.

*I don’t know if he’s genuinely supposed to be dead in the book, but I do know from Wookieepedia that he faked his death.

Roofie Lizards

Roofie Lizards irritate me. Quite a lot, actually. They’re also a good example of how I can be a bit inconsistent in what violates my suspension of disbelief. Generally, I’m pretty willing to accept all manner of ludicrous things in the softer end of the fantasy and sci-fi spectrum. I don’t expect actual science in Star Wars. (Or Star Trek or Doctor Who or Stargate or…) I don’t object to people throwing in a bit of actual science, but I fully expect my soft sci-fi/space adventure to run on handwavium. Except when that handwavium only exists to fuel a plot that should be flushed down the galactic toilet.

See, Falleen annoy me. Zeltrons don’t. And that hinges entirely on why the two species exist.

Zeltrons are hot pink near-humans with potent pheromones and telepathic powers that fall on the empathy end of things. They can’t read minds, but they read and influence emotions. They were introduced in the now practically ancient Marvel comics run of Star Wars back in the 80s as, well, Space Hippie Party Kids. They’re big on free love and happiness and having a good time and dress a bit like they wandered out of a rave.

They’ve also been expanded on by a number of authors since then, and were even fleshed out beyond that introduction in the comics. You’ll find Zeltron heroes, rogues, and villains scattered through all manner of Star Wars works. I think they’ve even been recanonized by Disney.

I have never once thought to myself with irritation “I’m pretty sure pheromones are species specific” when reading about Zeltrons. Yes, it helps that humans and near-humans can be assumed to at least be the same class, taxonomically speaking, but it also helps that they never felt like they were designed to be walking Roofies. Or if they were it was a HELL of a lot more subtly.

Falleen are green roofie lizards with insanely potent pheromones who were invented so Xizor could try to “seduce” (consider those the largest quote marks ever) Princess Leia. Also so Xizor could be just that much more Most Special and go on about how his reptilian ancestry meant he was cool and not ruled by his emotions. (Even though he 100% was.)

Why do your pheromones even work on mammals you overgrown iguana!?

Hem.

As I was saying, my suspension of disbelief has a hell of a lot more trouble with Falleen. I mean, I’d find Xizor a Villain Sue and the whole plotline with him becoming enamored of Leia awful even if he’d been a Zeltron. But you created an entire fictional species just to make your character more special and to be a walking date rape drug? Really?

It just underlines Xizor’s Villain Sue-ness, or DMNPC-ness or That Guy’s character-ness. It doesn’t feel like a case of “oh, I had this fun idea for a new species” it feels like the species was designed because Xizor needed to be special.

Also, like…it’s unnecessary, in a sense. It’s just background set dressing. And a way to threaten a female character with rape that it isn’t clear the author realizes would be rape. It’s just so…weird. And requires jumping through more mental hoops than Zeltrons do.

Which feels more implausible? Magic pheromones that work across species barriers regardless of gender or magic pheromones that work across species barriers (larger species barriers even!) but only work on the opposite sex? It’s not just me, right? Adding in that Only Heterosexual bit just begs one to ask questions about how it’s working at all. (Also whether the author realizes that there’s a larger difference between species, much less classes, than between sexes.)

Also, Xizor is a really weird villain. He feels like he should be a buffoon. The kind of villain you’d class with Rich Biff from Back to the Future 2 or the guy in Making Money (Discworld) who wanted to become Vetenari. Granted, this could just be because real life has an over abundance of buffoon rich guy villains at present, but he’s over the top in a way that interferes with him being an impressive villain. Except I think we are supposed to find him an impressive villain. He’s rubbing elbows with the Emperor. He’s treated as an equal to Vader. He’s been wildly successful. (He didn’t just inherit daddy’s money.) I’m pretty sure he’s supposed to be a cool, sexy villain, not a green Biff Tannen.

I can’t tell if the fact that all I see is green Biff Tannen is a me problem or a writing problem.

#Mac vs fandom blue #Mac reads things #last thoughts on Shadows of the Empire #okay it might be more that Xizor reminds me of a real life rich villain whose last name rhymes with husk... #brief discussion of authors not understanding rape

[kamenwriter]

The Church on Ruby Road

I think folks have been liking these? So lets keep going. "Live" reactions to the new Doctor Who behind the cut.

Considering what we've seen from the trailers I wonder if Ruby was goblin food that got away.

A television interview is a nice way to expository dump.

Genderfluid Doctor wearing a Kilt dancing in a club. I sincerely hope Ncuti's Doctor delivers on the promise of his Bi-Generation meaning he's free of all the ANGST that's plagued NuWho

With all the bad luck they're causing Ruby I'd call these Gremlins more than Goblins.

"She's going to say yes" they explain it away with a bit of deductive reasoning but this has flavors of The Eighth Doctor and I'm here for it.

...did that woman just get impaled by a Christmas tree topper?

The Doctor just being in awe of the Goblin Ship

"How do you know all this?" "I don't, it's a new science to me and I love it" holy hell this is good shit.

The Doctor fucked Harry Houdini at some point.

How is that child not crying with all the noise?

I don't hate the musical number but it just gives me Star Wars Special Edition vibes.

The Doctor improvising a song to buy time. Okay, I dig it now

So just damn near everybody is gonna be Horny for the Doctor huh?

"You've got the biggest family in the world" "What about you?" "I've got no one" OH FUCK OFF WITH THAT. YOU'VE GOT COMPANIONS EVERYWHERE AND A GRAND DAUGHTER IN THE FUTURE. OR ARE THOSE ALL THE PROPERTY OF 14 NOW?

"I'm adopted, I only found out recently" seriously RTD? I don't know of anyone who liked the Timeless Child retcon you could just ignore it and no one would mind.

I figured out immediately what happened to Ruby meanwhile the Doctor takes like 5 minutes? Come'on now.

...that was a pretty violent death for the Goblin King.

I appreciate The Doctor respecting Ruby's mother's wishes

"Just wondering, maybe I'm the bad luck" well, yes, that's how NuWho has generally been written and I was really hoping dumping 14 and all his trauma off would have been the end of that and we could get back to some Classic Who style stories.

The TARDIS is like "your turn, Ruby. Come'on in"

Oh there had better be a pay off to that final line.

All in all a strong opener, I'm excited to see where this new era goes. Just wish we could move on from the "The Doctor has a sad backstory, boo hoo hoo" angst.

#doctor who #the church on ruby road

[kalevalakryze]

Giggledust

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Series Pairings: Sabine Wren/Shin Hati, Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano & Ezra Bridger & Shin Hati &  Hera Syndulla & Jacen Syndulla  Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Ezra Bridger, Hera Syndulla, Jacen Syndulla, Chopper Warnings: Non-Consensual Drug Use, NSFW themes (Non-explicit),  Ideology of Death, Addiction, Child Trafficking  Notes: For Whumptober Day 6, Alternative Prompt, Prompt: Drugging (Alternate Prompt) Word Count: 2,970 AO3 Link: Here!

“I guess there’s a rumor about some kind of ‘First Order’ trying to rise from the ashes of the Empire,” Sabine explained as Shin, Ezra, and herself made their way through the streets of Mon Gazza’s underworld, past old pod-racing tracks and through overcrowded markets. 

“I thought this was a New Republic allied world?” Ezra butted in, tripping over a Gungan’s outstretched foot as he caught up to Sabine and the silent wolf at her side.

Shin only turned to raise an eyebrow at the Jedi as he finally caught up, walking a beat behind Sabine, level with Shin. “Right…” Scratching the back of his neck, Ezra immediately perked up upon seeing one of the vendor’s stalls. “Hey, maybe it’ll be best to split up? Meet back in half an hour if no one finds the contact?” 

Both Shin and Sabine shared a look at the suggestion, though Sabine pinching the bridge of her nose sealed the deal. “Just don’t forget the-” He was gone before she could finish speaking. 

Sharing one last look with Sabine, Shin brushed off down a seemingly random alley, leaving the Mandalorian with her comms, and a well overused callsign. 

Half an hour passed and she hadn’t had any luck, on her way back to the rendezvous, however, she managed to get a hit. The man was covered up well enough that she couldn’t make out any identifiers, but the twisting in her gut told her this stranger was something. “Hey, It’s a long way to Hosnian,”  

Sabine wanted to sigh in relief at the curt nod of their head, watching as his hand disappeared into his robes; presumably for the data-tape, though she was met with a face full of powder. It was an absurd amount, finding its way into her system in her first breath, falling into the cracks of her armor and sticking to her suit. “Here! They’re here! The Smuggler!” He barked out, calling for New Republic security, who despite never patrolling these sections, just so happened to have a full squad standing by as Sabine was framed. 

“Karabast,” She’d know the feeling of giggledust in her veins any day, had spent a good deal of time working with Ketsu handling all kinds of spice, under the guise of ‘building an immunity’. This was at a concentration and abundance that the two Mandalorians had never even had in one place at the same time. 

The world around her came into such a razor sharp focus, she felt as if the world around her was pixelating. “Stop it right there!” A voice shouted, bringing a muffled giggle from the Mandalorian as he approached. 

“What am I holding?” Her hands squeezed into fists, lucidity failing her as the drug fast-tracked into her system. A stun shot moved towards her, seemingly in slow motion, allowing her to jump out of the way and bring it to hit a civilian. “Oh! Stormtrooper Academy, huh?” 

Scrambling to get up, The Mandalorian took off, tripping and stumbling, yet still managing to keep several paces ahead. “Ah fuck fuck fuck!” Sabine breathed, brushing past people as she ran, unrestrained laughter bringing a wheeze to her breathing as her lungs constricted. 

An invisible force yanked the Mandalorian from the side street, a tall, lithe body trapping her between the bricks as the stranger’s hand came to press into her mouth, muffling the giggling as Republic troopers rushed past. 

In the dim lighting, Sabine could make out the dyed purple of Shin’s Padawan braid, and the little glint of beskar around their throat. “Kurs’kaded!” Her voice was muffled, until she dragged the flat of her tongue across the palm of their glove, earning her a crinkled nose and a grossed out expression.

“You don’t know where that’s been,” Shin deadpanned, wiping Sabine’s slobber off onto her cape. “You were not at the rendezvous, and then we watch you run from the Republic, what’s going on?” Pressing her hands into Shin’s hips and tugging the woman closer, Sabine busied herself with trailing her lips along their throat. 

“Dunno,” She hummed against their pulse point, delighting in the way they shivered as she pressed a toothy smile against warm skin. “But there’s better stuff that could be going on,” Shin’s hand pressed into Sabine’s chest the moment the Mandalorian’s thigh slotted between their legs.

Silver met gold in a moment of terse understanding. “You were drugged,” She stated, wiping the sandy looking powder from the paint on Sabine’s armor. 

“Fulcrum, Spectre five is compromised,” 

“Copy Wolf One, moving in for pickup. Did you find the contact?”

“Bridger is engaging now,” 

Comms went silent as Sabine blinked dreamily up at Shin, lips pulling at the corners as she fisted her hands in their tunic against their hips. “Hey, Shin, psst-” She whispered, struggling to lean up with the hand on her chest. “I know what they meant when they told me to hold on,” This time, the pull of Shin’s hips was halted with the other woman’s tensing form, pressing her back into the wall harder to stop herself from giving in, and turning Sabine’s smile into a dramatic pout. 

“Shin,” A whine halted only by giggles at the sound of her own voice, somewhere in the haze that her brain had quickly turned into, Sabine had enough humility to cringe at herself. “C’mon, ‘Soka’s gonna be a minute, and you look really good-” Their brows furrowed as the Mandalorian slid back against the wall, dropping her body to her knees until her nose was brushing against the taller woman’s knee. “I’d never ask you for anything again, swear on my grave- oh! Swear on the graves of my  buire!” The smile slipped from her lips as the arousal and giddiness were swept away as the pendulum swung. 

“Though, they didn’t really get graves- They were probably hett’la , into nothing.” Tears stung at her eyes as the blonde gaped downwards at her, trying to process their best course of action with the wild change to Sabine’s mood. “Poof,”  Her voice cracked, hands grasping at the blonde’s shins to ground herself to them. 

“They died with family though- that’s good.” A sniffle as the fabric of Shin’s pants became wet with heavy tears. “The whole family, except me; that’s fine; I didn’t want to die with them anyways. They didn’t want me for so long- why should I?”

“Ahsoka,” Shin’s voice was equal parts relieved and strained as a figure joined them in the alley. “She’s been hit with spice- a decent amount of it,” Their nose crinkled again as Ahsoka joined Sabine’s position, kneeling at Shin’s feet, putting herself close enough to be in Sabine’s line of sight the next time watery golden eyes blinked open. 

“Sabine, can I pick you up?” Ahsoka’s voice was gentle, reaching out her hand to the woman’s shoulder at the same time as their force bond. 

“Yes please,” She whispered, though she refused to release her hold on the backs of Shin’s calves, still pressing her face into their knee as Ahsoka tried to work her hands away. 

“Ad’ika,” Ahsoka soothed, reaching to brush her fingers through sweat and spice infused hair, nose crinkling as she caught the smell of the drug in the air. That wasn’t going to be fun for her immune system to fight through later. “I need you to let go, Padawan,”

With continued coaxing, Sabine’s hands were finally guided from Shin’s legs to Ahsoka’s neck, allowing the Mandalorian to wrap around her just as tight as she wanted. “Shin, clear us a path that won’t trigger the patrols,” Turning her head to talk into the comm on her wrist, she addressed Ezra. “Spectre six, meet us back home, do not bring the package straight home, I need you to make a pit stop,”

“Fulcrum, I think I read your mind already,” Ezra chimed in on the other end, a smile clear in his voice. “I’ll meet everyone back home, can’t wait!” 

The push back to the ship was long and treacherous, with Sabine’s moods switching from laughing at the happenings around them, to hiding her face in Ahsoka’s neck and crying, to seeming perfectly normal the next moment, enough that she would often voice how much she hated this, until seeing something that made her laugh all over again. 

Inside the T-6, Ahsoka managed to set Sabine on a risen bench, helping the Mandalorian as she fell back. “ ‘soka? My head hurts,” 

“I bet, what did you take?” Ahsoka started pulling the woman’s armor away, holding out her hand to stop Shin when the wolf moved to help. “If she got on you, you need to change, you’ll be more sensitive to it,” They looked like they wanted to argue, looking down at the tunic, covered in the dusty brown substance. Nodding once, Shin slipped away to the crew quarters. 

“Huyang, we’ll need to clean everything, they’ll all be at risk if this gets in the vents.” 

“Of course, Lady Tano. I’ll get filter upgrades on the to-do list as well.” 

“Thank you,” Ahsoka sighed, working on setting Sabine’s armor to the side, nose crinkling from the acidic smell of the spice. “That’s been cut,” 

“Mmhmm,” Sabine grumbled below her, trying to shove her arm out of  her flight suit without unzipping it. “Giggledust, can’t recognize the other one,” A harsh bark of laughter as the Mandalorian shook her head. “Should be able to, can’t. Hilarious,” 

“Let’s go down the list, then.” Ahsoka helped ease the top of her flight suit off, stopping the spice from falling onto her underclothes. “Grab my shoulders,” Ahsoka helped Sabine stand, keeping the younger woman from spreading more of the spice as the human’s fingers dug into her shoulders. “Ryll?”

“Master, your shoulders are so-” Sabine snorted, almost doubling over were it not for the Togruta helping her out of her contaminated flight suit. A bout of giggles had the woman covering her mouth and turning her head, holding on to Ahsoka to keep herself stable. “No, I don’t think it’s any Prime Kessel strains; can’t mix them, or… I’d probably be dead.” Laughter died as quickly as it started. 

“Fuck, Ahsoka,” The hands on her shoulders trembled until Ahsoka was rising back to her full height, steadying Sabine through another swing. “I hate this,” 

“It’s glitterstim,” Shin called out as she exited the crew quarters, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. “That is why she’s swinging so wildly, though there is another I cannot figure out…” The blonde moved to settle onto the other end of the bench, brows pulled in concentration. 

“Felucian?” Ahsoka suggested, helping Sabine back into the bench. 

“No, I remember everything… too much,” Her elbows fell heavily onto the table, hands weaving into her hair to pull on short violet strands. “Spice is expensive and risky, why would they waste it on me if it wasn’t going to kill me?”

“If they got you addicted, then you, a key player, would be out of the game; they’re hoping you’ll try to chase this to your own demise.” Shin’s shoulders shrugged nonchalantly as Sabine groaned. 

“Great, this is great,” Laughter, once again bubbled past her lips like glass in a hydraulic press. Ahsoka settled herself on Sabine’s other side, guiding the Mandalorian’s fingers from her hair before she could pull on it. “Fuck!” She shouted again, knuckles white as she grabbed Ahsoka’s hands with her own, squeezing as she tried to fight her way through the next swing as it burned in her veins. 

“Engspice, fuck, fuck, and hey, guess what? Fuck!” Sabine’s legs bounced as she forced herself to focus through the painful mix of sharp and blurry of her distorted vision. “Engspice fucks a person, they get hooked until they die, and I can’t… Ahsoka if that’s what kills me? I’ll never see them again,” 

Shin’s hand rested on the center of her back as her Moon swung, frowning at the sweat dampening her undershirt. “We won’t let that happen, me’suum’ika” “How many people get over a spice addiction on the other side?” Sabine spat hotly, resting her forehead against the table to avoid looking at either force-sensitive on her side. 

Shin’s muscles tensed unexpectedly as the woman shrugged her shoulders. “Unimportant,” their legs crossed under the table, fingertips pressing into Sabine’s back before smoothing her undershirt out again. “But you aren’t alone in it,”

“First, however, we need to remove all traces from the ship, and get you sobered up,” Ahsoka chimed in, gently squeezing Sabine’s hands before letting go and rising to grab the Mandalorian’s armor. 

Dramatically, Sabine let herself fall into Shin’s side, pushing her way up and under their arm to be in their personal space as Ahsoka and Huyang worked on getting the contaminated clothing out of the ship and cleaned up. 

“What do you remember about the person who dusted you?” Shin questioned, begrudgingly allowing Sabine to press up into her side as another bout of unrestrained giggles passed tired lips. 

“Kinda like you, when we first met; just a lot less pretty.” Sabine’s nose crinkled for a moment as she pressed the side of her feverish face into Shin’s shirt. “You smelled a lot better too, once I got past the burning insides thing-”

“What did he smell like?” Shin’s fingers brushed through the hair on the back of Sabine’s head, nails scratching against her scalp soothingly as the Mandalorian’s hand moved under the table to rest on the blonde’s thigh, the other supporting her head with an elbow on the table. 

“Jealous?” The tensing of their leg under her hand had the purple haired woman laughing, massaging away the flexing muscle as she examined the new fabric beneath her fingers. “Your new pants are nice; would be nice on the ground though,”

“Sabine,” There was a warning in their tone, a sharp eyebrow raised as the hand carding through her hair tightened, pulling lightly on short hair and stopping only when the Mandalorian offered a lopsided smile in response. “It may help identify him, you know.”

“Of course I know that; there’s just some more important things on my mind, like me, you, my bevagol; no one else is in the ship right now,” Her hand pressed up higher along Shin’s leg, The hand in her hair tightened again, guiding Sabine’s head back enough until she was forced to let out a soft gasp, following the direction of the pull on her head. 

“You will tell me what you recognized about this person’s smell first, then we will discuss.” 

Groaning, Sabine shook her head free from Shin’s claws, slumping into their side like an angry toddler as she crossed her arms over her chest. “They smelled like sweat, like they really needed a shower. Like the sewers on Coruscant, that specific kinda acid they’ve got down there, but dusty enough that he could have come from one of the spice mines on planet? Or was that just the dust in my nose-”

“Unless the Imperials are employing the miners, now that the New Republic has control over the trade again.” 

“The Imperial’s can’t employ anyone, the First Order can.” Sabine snorted, shaking her head as she forced her way into Shin’s lap, looping her arms around their neck and waiting until the blonde shifted to hold her Mandalorian close. 

“Sabine-” Shin grumbled unenthusiastically, arms wrapping under Sabine’s thighs and around her back as she tucked herself into them. “Yes, The First Order,” A scoff as her chin came to rest upon the crown of Sabine’s head. “Though I would put it closer to an outsider, Imperials and the like have a distinct odor, no matter how long they’ve been in the system, if you did not pick up on it, it was either someone disconnected from the mission, or a mercenary.”

“And what does my ver’verd’ika think about it?” Sabine pressed her face into their throat, smiling as she felt more than heard the heavy swallow from her teeth so close to the pulse point. 

“They’ll be connected somehow; The Empire cracked down on the spice trade to control it, and if your mark was willing to waste such an extensive amount to hit you with, they’ll have more, or the promise of another shipment.”

Ezra’s head poked into the ship as the sluggish gears in Sabine’s head started to move. “Hey guys? We’ve got a hit, black robes, vial of dust; they picked him up trying to nab a kid; Ahsoka’s running damage control, but Shin, we should keep an ear out in case he slips Republic custody,”

Sabine snorted as Ezra stepped into the ship the rest of the way, pulling off the cloak from around his shoulders as he dropped into the seat Sabine had once occupied, allowing the Mandalorian to push her legs out across his lap. “Aaand ‘soka thought you’d be hungry,” From the bag strapped to his leg, the Jedi retrieved three neatly wrapped crupa breast sandwiches. “Close to not being like, safe; but we’ve had worse,”

“Damn right,” Sabine grumbled, snatching a wrapped parcel from the table. As the Mandalorian and Jedi dug in, Shin reached out in the force, feeling for Ahsoka and any update she could get on the mission status.

The gray apprentice’s eyes opened at the tap of bread and meat against her lips. “I have a bad feeling about this,” they managed, before Sabine was urging them to take a bite. 

“It’s not that expired, Kurs’kaded,” 

Shin only hummed their response, there was no use in clarifying; Ahsoka would confirm for them if this new ‘First Order’ was dabbling on their attempts of forced child enlistment into their hidden forces; They’d have to trust that whatever was brewing, the force would see them through it. 

Translations: Kurs'kaded - Wolf Me'suum'ika - Moon Bevagol - Dick

#whumptober2023 #no.6 #alternate prompt #drugging #star wars #ahsoka series #fanfic #Drug Use TW #noncon drugging tw #addiction tw #child trafficking tw #kidnapping tw #nonexplicit #Ideology of Death TW #nsfwhump #to be safe #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #ahsoka #ahsoka tano #fulcrum #ezra bridger #the new ghost crew #spice #star wars spice

[qvarrelsomes]

╰     ┈     [  bright vachirawit , twenty four , demi male , he/his & they/them ]  in the time of dragons , AURELIO ROGARE is entering the game of thrones . said to be beguiling + vehement , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be hedonistic + hubristic . when asked about them , people are always reminded of a wardrobe of the finest silks and exotic furs, lounging sideways in a chair with your legs draped over the arm, and indulging in every whim without a concern for the consequences . though they are the LORD OF LYS , their true loyalties lie with house rogare and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THEIR FAMILY above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .

basics

name: aurelio rogare

age: twenty four

title: lord

allegiance: house rogare, the prince of dragonstone (somewhat)

gender, pronouns: demi male, he/his & they/them

sexuality: bisexual

martial status: unwed, unbetrothed & looking to mingle !

familial

father: aurelius rogare (brother to the magister)

mother: brea rogare

siblings: none

cousins: saera rogare, others

physical

hair color: black

eye color: dark brown

height: 6′0″

build: athletic

personality

traits: beguiling, vehement, hedonistic, hubristic 

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine

moral alignment: neutral good

character parallels: ariel (the little mermaid), leia organa (star wars), indiana jones

biography -

aurelio is the only child of aurelius and brea rogare - his father is the brother of the magister.

he was spoiled something ridiculous by both of his parents - though his father would try to act like this wasn't the case. though, everyone knew. he was also adored by both of his parents.

in fact, aurelio's birth is what led to his parents getting married. though, they quick fell in love with each other.

he immersed in the world of ships and war at an early age. he never had much interest for the war councils he would attend, but because it meant something to his father he would feign interest.

the same could be said for his weapons training, it just never held much of an interest to him but he made an effort for lotho’s sake ! and it turns out, he’s pretty good with a sword. he just doesn’t go out of his way looking for an opportunity to use it.

but the one thing he never had to fake was his love for the world of sailing ! he fucking loves it ! i’m not sure what else to say, this man was born for the open sea !

despite growing up in a sailing focused family - most of aurelio’s life has been spent in lys. he’s traveled to the other free cities and visited a few ports of westeros, but that’s about all. 

he was living his best life in lys when the news of what happened at the wedding reached him. to say he was livid was somewhat of an understatement, but he was held off until ren’s return to lys.

it would be wrong to say he was excited to visit westeros - considering everything that had happened, but he sort of is excited. it’s a whole new world that he gets to explore and that’s pretty cool if you ask him. 

fun facts -

say it with me - this man is a himbo ! H-I-M-B-O. i’m talking no thoughts head empty 90% of the time. 

if westeros had starbucks - he’d be a pumpkin spice latte bitch. i know it in my heart. do with that what you will. 

he absolutely comes off as self-indulgent and i don’t think he sees a problem with that. but he’s not like the worst guy you’ll ever meet. actually, all things considered he’s pretty nice. he doesn’t set out to have negative interactions, unless provoked to the point of having no other option. 

he’s got a taste for the finer things in life. this man is boujee. very much a creature of comfort - he loves his silk sheets and fancy clothes but he also loves spending time outdoors !! especially anywhere involving water !

just like ariel, he’s a collector of pretty much anything he finds cool. money has never really been an issue for him so he has definitely bought a lot of things that’ve caught his interest but also just cool junk he finds. it’s somewhat of a problem.

he’s trained with a sword and honestly pretty damn good at it - but does he carry a sword? absolutely not. it’s heavy, in the way, clashes with his outfits. i could go on but you get the picture. he does keep a knife concealed on his person most of the time. but he dreads using it.

i think it goes without saying that he’s a lover of food. some of his favorites include: lemons, figs, blood oranges, persimmons, pomegranates. he really likes fruits lmao. and of course anything made out of said fruits. he’s also got a fairly large sweet tooth.

this man doesn't know when to shut the fuck up !! i imagine it's gotten him into his fair share of trouble !

wanted connections -

new friendships. he’s relatively new to westeros so he doesn’t know many people ! but he is generally a pretty lady back, friendly dude. he likes to meet new people. 

old friendships. so while aurelio hasn’t spent much time on westeros, he has visited some of the various ports ! i think it would be cool if he met someone during one of these visits. and who knows maybe they kept in touch !

hookups/flings. a man does have needs. he also firmly believes its a good way to get to know someone. he's also just a hoe.

i’m honestly open to any sort of connections/dynamics ! i feel like there are definitely plenty of people who wouldn’t trust him and that could be fun to explore ! because he really doesn’t have any ulterior motives. 

#⦁ — ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴏ ʀᴏɢᴀʀᴇ ( about ) #thrones.intro

[chopper-witch]

I know there is a lot of talk about modern!stranger things rn and it's got cute things with the characters or how’d they would text/sext whatever but... 

Y’all. 

Actual Stranger Things plot in modern times. in 2022 (well, 2019-2022, ig) 

Seriously think about it. 

I just rewatched s2, and Jonathan and Nancy get away with leaving because Nancy pretends to be at a friend's house for a few days by calling from a landline in ILLINOIS. Yeah, sure *67. But *67 in 2022? Ahahaha, Nance, your mom is pulling out “find my iPhone” and hunting your ass DOWN. She can’t find you? Oh, she’s calling the company and asking where the fuck that call just came from. And already texting your friends if they really are with you, and then you have to beg them to take one of those “pretend I took the photo” photos. 

Aliens instead of devil worship. Which still works great because it is clearly a very Christian town 🤧. Gotta get that antisemitism in there. 

The kids are kids still, you know? TikTok is popular. IG Reels are popular. Is it really their fault the NYT does an exposé on the Hawkins Lab because one of them (Dustin) posted a video of Dart when he was small on their alt and added in the tags #hawkins #hawkinslab #realmonsters #monsterarereal? 

#talkshitgethit goes trending after the Angela incident with everyone on Jane’s side after someone else who was at the rink posted a video about everything that happened from beginning to end. The news even gets ahold of it, and the girl went missing in police custody...

They need Suzie to trace something because of course the lab is using VPN shit and heavy firewalls and GPS spoofs and they know how to trace an IP but please, is there some way to trace someone who is using a VPN and spoofs from our phones please help we promise its for a video game and instead of hesitantly believing she goes, “it’s okay if you want to break into the government. I’ve been wanting to try that for a while”

My original idea with them demanding everyone makes a Spotify playlist and share it but then discovering Vecna nerfs lithium-ion batters, so they need to burn CDs and use a player that isn’t rechargeable, but who even has the ability to burn CDs anymore? The library has four 3-d printers... and one ancient computer that is barely booting but still has a CD slot attached. 

The government is trying to clean this up so bad, every single time, but you know, Marvel just came out with their whatever-th movie, Star Wars is still milking itself dry, HBO is still doing Game of Thrones something or another, and both sci-fi and fantasy are still growing in popularity. Alternate dimensions real? Good luck putting that one back in the box. Psionic powers real? Yeah, that’s not going away. 

Especially since in our very real world the CIA was very really trying to do projects very, very similar to what is seen in Stranger Things (and this isn’t a conspiracy - this is a proven fact. MK Ultra had over 100 projects, and much of it was tied to mind control. They also tried to a “projected consciousness” kind of thing literally called “Gateway Process”, the document is here).

God, I could keep going. Something about the idea is so fucking funny to me. Like almost none of this works in the modern world. Or it does, but not as well. 

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #modern!stranger things

[zmediaoutlet]

R and Y for the ask game, but for Y i want to know one secondhand fandom you like seeing on your dash and one you've blacklisted but can't get away from :D

I come fortified with pasta & scotch for this wine party and also hi ava, good luck with the limited internet thing

R. Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

...It would be lying to myself to pretend that Dean/Benny is a valid answer to this question, bc that shit wasn't platonic. (This is one area where I will have destiel levels of delusion. That shit was a RELATIONSHIP.)

So. You know, I don't ship it -- certainly not in any of the ways I tend to see it, haha -- but I am actually really interested in Sam+Rowena. Note the lack of slash, lol. Idk if it's my 'favorite' since that's hard to judge, but I'm really interested in how they slowly creep to... what I won't call friendship, actually, but mutual respect and trust of a kind. They understand each other, and it's a Very Very Rare relationship Sam has that's almost entirely outside of Dean. I really am not interested in them hooking up or whatever but I'm interested in the way they both know they could -- the knowing looks they exchange -- but the way that's not... necessary, at all, or even really wanted, bc of the very nature of what's shared. I forever regret Rowena's last ep (not even counting the shitty queen dreck) for making it so explicit and boring. Let me live forever in the way Sam dealt with her in that reapers ep. Much better.

Y. What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

hmm that's interesting! Well, I cheer on eve for her middle-aged karate gays. I wave hello to the Harry/Draco people, bc I haven't been in HP fandom since like... 2009, and that wasn't even my ship, but it's neat to see a little flood of it occasionally (and I'll drop everything if astolat writes a fic for it). Star Wars would have to count here, bc I don't particularly like it but hell if I don't know a bunch of shit that happens in it, lol. And if Timothy Olyphant is something I pay a-fucking-ttention, even if... I'm probably never gonna watch it, sorry Timmy. :/

Y+. and one you've blacklisted but can't get away from

lol, I am definitely calling out historical chinese gays here. Every time I learn the name of that show I forget it in .8 seconds so you're just going to have to trust me -- one is cute and wears black and one is er less cute and wears white, they're soulmates or something, there's a LOT of fucking gifs. I don't care that people like the show; I care that the people who like it tag it 97 different ways, if they tag it at all, so it is IMPOSSIBLE to escape. Definitely unfollowed some people after scrolling past an untagged string of undifferentiable b&w boys-posting.

#answers #ask game #i can't get away from the fucking pirate show but i'm resigned at this point #people will give up on it for a while at least #kissy fluff doesn't have staying power

[vanillahub]

🚩People deciding what's in character and what isn't

@corruptedforce

send me a 🚩 and i'll share my unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes. bonus points if you include a specific topic to talk about, like follower count, softblocking, graphics, etc. [Accepting]

// Here is a lesson I had to learn and fully embrace, in order to be able to RP a handful of my canon muses: You'll never truly know something in its entirety, the source material is just that: a base for your work and to lay out some vague guidelines for you to choose to follow. Our perceptions of things can vary a lot. We have all seen/read/played through the same exact things, but that hasn't stopped us from coming to very different conclusions, from them.

"You'll never truly know something in its entirety" - This mainly applies to old franchises, that have a massive backlog of content for ppl to dig through (Gestures @ Star wars, good luck digging through content that dates as early as the 60s. Netflix.vania looks like a bad joke compared to the sheer size of content we have out of the mainline Castlevania games. I was also pretty surprised to learn the sheer amount of things there is, for Saint Seiya. Hell, even at this point you can argue that Pokemon also has a pretty sizeable backlog of stuff, bc it is not limited to only the games.) There's no harm at all, with only knowing certain bits and pieces of it. The problem is that people get way too defensive, if anyone dares to point out their ignorance.

Social media rotted our brains, to make it seem like we only have a single shot at doing things, and there is no room for mistakes. When... That's nonsensical in every single aspect of it. Because we aren't in the context of work. Fandom is a hobby, RP should be a hobby by proxy as well. Maybe that's why it feels like the RPC at large is bound to the latest trending topics, and it no longer feels like people are allowed to take their time, at all.

I don't claim I know SW in its entirety, never did and never will. I only know Pokemon and Castlevania, through their mainline games. I'm currently only familiar with Saint Seiya's classic anime series.

"the source material is just that: a base for your work and to lay out some vague guidelines for you to choose to follow."

I feel like canon purists are annoying as fuck, no matter the context of it. Nobody likes someone who's unironically having meltdowns because you:

a) Don't know what they are referring or talking about. They proceed to act all snobbish and get an inflated ego, bc of it; b) Didn't enjoy bits and pieces of the source material, so you choose to ignore it for your fanwork/RP. Or even worse, you happened to prefer a version of the source material they don't like; c) Touch grass, whereas they haven't seen a single ray of sunshine in years.

Ironically, most so-called canon purists are the guiltiest people, when it comes to distorting the source material. Because they are so attached to what they convinced themselves they saw. They refuse to accept they could possibly be: misremembering things or missed out on something else that could change the interpretation of the facts.

RP should be all about a creative and a collaborative effort between authors, to go all out with an already established universe and characters. That's what RPing a canon character, boils down to. It's no wonder people tend to mistake it, for fanfic writing. Even though, it is very different. Because you're signing up for that person's version/take, on a material you both are well acquaintanced with. AND NOT NECESSARILY, word for word what you have already seen, or whatever the other person's expectations may have been.

#[ rambles ] #corruptedforce #thank you for the ask!

[medicaldoctordana]

Dad, I'm Dating Superman

no one said my writing was good, but that's not going to stop me from doing it anyway... Read on ao3

She didn’t ask for this assignment. In fact, this assignment would have been the last thing she would have asked for. Especially now. Lois had this nagging feeling that Clark was going to propose soon, and the last place she wanted to be right before that happened was a dangerous war zone. There was a small chance she may not come back from this assignment.

Perry White wanted his best reporter out there. An anonymous donor offered to fund her trip and at the behest of finding out why, The Planet couldn’t refuse such a generous offer. Plus, questions needed to be asked, answers needed to be got and there was no better person for the job than intrepid reporter Lois Lane. Even if she was a woman– and a white woman at that; she was small and non-threatening. Surrounded and protected by the United States Army, Lois Lane could gain access to the spaces she needed and ask the questions that required answers.

The only downside to the assignment was that Clark Kent would be stuck at home covering her beat while she was gone.

“You okay, Lois?” Clark asked as Lois stormed out of their boss’s office and back to her desk.

“No,” came her curt reply. “I’m fine. I’m stoked! I’m pissed, I’m fine.” She enunciated each emotion with a different tone.

“Those sound kind of contradictory, Lois. What happened?” Clark had a sympathetic look on his face. He smoothed down his tie and scooted in closer to her on his rolling chair.

Lois glared at Clark, “What, you didn’t use your super hearing to listen in?” She whispered the superpower, not wanting the entire office to know his secret.

Clark spun out in his chair. He thought they were done with this fight. He’d spent two week’s worth of paychecks on flowers just to get her to speak to him again. He resettled his glasses on his face and took a deep calming breath in. “No, Lois. I made a promise to you and I intend to keep that promise.” He spoke sincerely and mentally put ‘flowers’ on his shopping list again.

“Sorry,” She bowed her head in shame. “That– That wasn’t fair. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just– Perry’s putting me on a plane tonight to go off to work with my dad .” Lois rolled her eyes and slumped in her chair.

Not many people were privy to the location of a four-star general. But from the information shared in the briefing she just received, the mission was headed by General Lane and whoever was sponsoring her plane ride seemed to ignore the conflict of interest by picking the only Daily Planet reporter related to the head of the special unit of the Department of Defense.

It was just her luck, honestly. Right as things were going incredibly well in her personal life, her work life had to drop the story of the century in her lap and take her away from it all. She was not looking forward to all that dust in her hair. But she was looking forward to the possibility of the Pulitzer nomination if things went her way. In the most humble of ways, of course.

“Your dad? Isn’t he in–?” Clark asked.

Lois looked at him wide-eyed and serious. “Yeah,” she nodded open-mouthed. The most fucking dangerous part of the world right now.

“Lois!” Clark acted all surprised. Mostly that Perry would send anyone to cover that story so early in the fighting. There was likely no information to gather as very few pieces on the table even existed, let alone were moving with a plan in mind. It seemed reckless and premature in Clark’s mind.

“I know!” Lois responded with equal enthusiasm. “Some unknown billionaire is paying for the flight and protection and the Planet could really use the good press and the money. You know things have been tense ever since Bush took office.” So much for working for a non-partisan, unbiased paper.

“I know, I know. But Lois, it’s–” Clark widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows like he was afraid to put a name to where she was headed.

Lois recoiled. “My dad will be there along with way too many military personnel and I bet they’ve got the tents and camp on high-security alert. There will be armed transports with a convoy of at least five tanks. Plus with all the extra padding from the mysterious benefactor, I’m less worried about my physical safety and more concerned about my mental safety. I mean, Clark. It’s my father. You know how he is about me and dangerous situations. I bet they haven’t even told him who they’re sending in.” Lois wished for anything that she could call him up and warn him about her arrival. He might have been able to get her out of this if it weren’t for the haste in getting her there. It was too late to do anything now but show up unexpectedly.

“Do you– Do you want me to come with you?” Clark asked hesitantly. They were still working on their dance of partnership. He still wasn’t sure when to implicitly step in and when to let her figure things out on her own. He was getting better at it but it had only gotten harder since he revealed his identity to her.

“No, Clark. You need to stay home. Perry needs you to cover my stories here.” Lois brushed him off and played with the loose strands of her sweater. She wanted nothing more than her big, buff boyfriend to follow her everywhere and support her. But she was also Lois Lane and fearless in the face of danger. She could handle herself on a little makeshift army base and didn’t need any man watching out for her. However, Lois was secure enough to admit to herself that it was okay to want him there.

“That’s not what I meant, Lois,” he used that tone with her, shifted his voice low, and inched ever so slightly into her personal space.

Lois felt her cheeks heat and she smiled shyly as if she just remembered her boyfriend was also Superman. “No, Clark. I don’t need Superman coming to the rescue to shield me from my dad. I’ll be fine.”

Sam Lane liked Clark well enough, but he hated Superman. Something, something, Clark was a bumbling idiot and she could do better but at least he was safe. And Superman. God, Sam Lane hated how he refused to pledge allegiance to the American Flag and its people.

“Whatever you say, Lois.” Clark scooted back with a playful smile. “The offer still stands, just call my name and I’ll be there.”

Lois’s lips turned up and she leaned in to give him a quick peck on the side of his mouth. “Thank you, Clark.” She whispered her admission then stood up and gathered her bag. “I have to get home. My flight leaves in three hours. Come with me and help me pack?” Lois reached her hand out and felt warmth radiate through her body at his touch. He would follow her anywhere.

XXXXX

An unmarked car picked her up at her apartment at the exact time noted on the itinerary Perry had given her at their late meeting. It drove her to a private airfield and dropped her off outside an unmarked jet. The entire way there, she didn’t interact with a single person. There weren’t even people on the tarmac. Lois’s investigative reporter senses were on high alert. A sinister feeling was brewing in the air and for once, she couldn’t wait to see her father– if only to provide a touchstone of safety and familiarity.

She took her own bag with her up the stairs to the plane and wished she had Clark’s x-ray vision to check for bombs. Lois took a seat overlooking the right engine and wing and buckled her seatbelt. 

An automated voice came over the intercom system and welcomed her to her flight. It announced the newly established safety protocols and gave an estimated time of arrival for her destination. The stairs automatically pulled up and it was final. The engines started and the plane began its drive down the runway.

Lois was locked into staying on this flight until it landed or crashed. She wasn’t sure which was more likely.

Immediately, Lois took out her notebook and started jotting down notes. She had a list of questions storming in her head from the second the car arrived outside her apartment and Clark kissed her goodbye. 

They were simple questions at first, Who? Where? Why? But with each passing moment, they grew more complex. More suspicious. Who would go through all this effort? Where were the people orchestrating this from? Why me?

As she was writing her second page of thoughts, a person finally emerged from the cockpit. He was a tall and stocky man. A blonde-red hair covered his head and face. He looked familiar but Lois couldn’t quite put her finger on how she knew him.

Lois scrutinized the man in front of her further. He wore a black button-down with slacks. She suspected he wasn’t a pilot, but perhaps was the man behind this all. He had a look of privilege and evil in his eye and she couldn’t quite shake the bad feeling she got from him.

“Miss Lane. Glad you could make it on such short notice. I’m Aaron Dexter Hull and I’ll be your cruise director for this trip. I’m sure you have many questions and I promise we’ll get to those in due time. Please, feel free to stretch your legs once we hit our altitude and grab any refreshments from the bar in the back. Enjoy the flight.” His voice was scratchy and weathered.

She wrote down his name in her little notebook before reaming him with her questions and demanding he give her answers.

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[qvarrelsome]

╰ ┈ [ bright vachirawit , twenty four , demi male , he/his & they/them ] in the time of dragons , AURELIO ROGARE is entering the game of thrones. said to be beguiling + vehement , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be hedonistic + hubristic. when asked about them , people are always reminded of a wardrobe of the finest silks and exotic furs, lounging sideways in a chair with your legs draped over the arm, a monstrous sweet tooth and indulging in every whim without a concern for the consequences . though they are the LORD OF LYS , their true loyalties lie with house rogare and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support THE PEACE TREATY above all else. those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come.

basics

name: aurelio rogare

age: twenty four

title: lord

allegiance: house rogare, the prince of dragonstone (somewhat)

gender, pronouns: demi male, he/his & they/them

sexuality: bisexual

martial status: unwed, unbetrothed & looking to mingle !

familial

father: aurelius rogare (brother to the magister)

mother: brea rogare

siblings: none

cousins: saera rogare, others

physical

hair color: black

eye color: dark brown

height: 6′0″

build: athletic

personality

traits: beguiling, vehement, hedonistic, hubristic 

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine

moral alignment: neutral good

character parallels: ariel (the little mermaid), leia organa (star wars), indiana jones

biography -

aurelio is the only child of aurelius and brea rogare - his father is the brother of the magister.

he was spoiled something ridiculous by both of his parents - though his father would try to act like this wasn't the case. though, everyone knew. he was also adored by both of his parents.

in fact, aurelio's birth is what led to his parents getting married. though, they quick fell in love with each other.

he immersed in the world of ships and war at an early age. he never had much interest for the war councils he would attend, but because it meant something to his father he would feign interest.

the same could be said for his weapons training, it just never held much of an interest to him but he made an effort for his father's sake sake ! and it turns out, he’s pretty good with a sword. he just doesn’t go out of his way looking for an opportunity to use it.

but the one thing he never had to fake was his love for the world of sailing ! he fucking loves it ! i’m not sure what else to say, this man was born for the open sea !

despite growing up in a sailing focused family - most of aurelio’s life has been spent in lys. he’s traveled to the other free cities and visited a few ports of westeros, but that’s about all. 

shaera's wedding would be the first time he spent any significant time in westeros, though he would return home to lys almost immediately after the wedding ended. only this time it wasn't to stay, he would gather the rogare forces and return to westeros.

it would be wrong to say he was excited to visit westeros - considering everything that had happened, but he sort of is excited. it’s a whole new world that he gets to explore and that’s pretty cool if you ask him. 

fun facts -

say it with me - this man is a himbo ! H-I-M-B-O. i’m talking no thoughts head empty 90% of the time. 

if westeros had starbucks - he’d be a pumpkin spice latte bitch. i know it in my heart. do with that what you will. 

he absolutely comes off as self-indulgent and i don’t think he sees a problem with that. but he’s not like the worst guy you’ll ever meet. actually, all things considered he’s pretty nice. he doesn’t set out to have negative interactions, unless provoked to the point of having no other option. 

he’s got a taste for the finer things in life. this man is boujee. very much a creature of comfort - he loves his silk sheets and fancy clothes but he also loves spending time outdoors !! especially anywhere involving water !

just like ariel, he’s a collector of pretty much anything he finds cool. money has never really been an issue for him so he has definitely bought a lot of things that’ve caught his interest but also just cool junk he finds. it’s somewhat of a problem.

he’s trained with a sword and honestly pretty damn good at it - but does he carry a sword? absolutely not. it’s heavy, in the way, clashes with his outfits. i could go on but you get the picture. he does keep a knife concealed on his person most of the time. but he dreads using it.

i think it goes without saying that he’s a lover of food. some of his favorites include: lemons, figs, blood oranges, persimmons, pomegranates. he really likes fruits lmao. and of course anything made out of said fruits. he’s also got a fairly large sweet tooth.

this man doesn't know when to shut the fuck up !! i imagine it's gotten him into his fair share of trouble !

wanted connections -

AURELIO ROGARE , our LORD of LYS , is currently searching for their first & only real friend in the kingdoms . they should be aged twenty to thirty (give or take a couple of years) with the possible faces of utp . seeing as aurelio is still relatively new to westeros, he hasn't really had the opportunity to form relationships. and when you combine that with his general distrust of everyone, well, he is lacking anything meaningful. with the one exception being your character. the details of how they met and how they mesh are why i'm asking to be contacted but i imagine there was an immediate connection but it still took a bit for aurelio to completely trust them ! again - i'm not trying to dictate a lot about your character i just think there is a lot of potential here ! . ── you ARE required to contact the mun before applying , but if you wish to , you can reach them @qvarrelsome .

new friendships. he’s relatively new to westeros so he doesn’t know many people ! but he is generally a pretty lady back, friendly dude. he likes to meet new people. 

old friendships. so while aurelio hasn’t spent much time on westeros, he has visited some of the various ports ! i think it would be cool if he met someone during one of these visits. and who knows maybe they kept in touch !

hookups/flings. a man does have needs. he also firmly believes its a good way to get to know someone. he's also just a hoe.

i’m honestly open to any sort of connections/dynamics ! i feel like there are definitely plenty of people who wouldn’t trust him and that could be fun to explore ! because he really doesn’t have any ulterior motives. 

#⦁ — ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴏ ʀᴏɢᴀʀᴇ ( about ) #thrones.intro

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