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mike-wheeler-hater · 1 year

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Songs i want to see Byler edits to when they’re canon

The Great War - Taylor Swift

Flawless - The Neigbourhood ( use the bridge it’s the best part of the song)

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

Set Fire To The Rain - Adele

Softcore - The Neigbourhood

Seven - Taylor Swift

Back To The Old House - The Smiths

Yellow - Coldplay

Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift

You And I - One Direction (lmao)

The Beach - The Neigbourhood (love this one)

Baby Come Home 2 / Valentines - The Neigbourhood (was once my favorite song)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

This Love - Taylor Swift

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift

Mistakes Like This - Prelow

We Fell In Love In October- Girl In Red

Baby I’m Jealous - Bebe Rexha ( ~I stole your man~ idk it would be funny but mean )

Bellyache- Billie Eilish

Me And Micheal - MGMT

The Most Beautiful Boy In The World -The Irrepressibles ( requested by @jazz-penguin 🫶)

Sweet Disposition- Temper Trap ( requested by @are-friends-electric-7 🫶)

Forever & Always - Taylor Swift

Style - Taylor Swift

I’ll call you mine - Girl In Red

Heroes - David Bowie ( requested by @themidnightpoetsociety 🫶 thank u , I can’t believe that I forgot )

The Story - Conan Gray

Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ( requested by @byler-solos 🫶)

You Get Me So High - The Neigbourhood ( ~you’re my best friend I’ll love you forever~ fits them somehow)

Heather - Conan Gray ( requested by @violetbaudelaire15 🫶)

Video Games - Lana Del Rey ( requested by @ilsrj 🫶)

Everlong - Foo Fighters ( requested by @daydreams-in-the-moonlight 🫶)

Wicked Game- Chris Isaak

Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division

Just Like Heaven - The Cure

Lovesong - The Cure

Never Let Me Down Again - Depeche Mode

Are ’Friends‘ Electric ? - Tubeway Army

Apocalypse- Cigarettes after sex

Starlight - Muse

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The smiths

Ordinary World - Duran Duran

Supercut - Lorde

When We Were Young - Adele

After Dark - Mr Kitty

You Are In Love - Taylor Swift

Daylight - Taylor Swift

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - Taylor Swift

Out Of The Woods - Taylor Swift

Afterglow - Taylor Swift

Still Into You - Paramore

The Only Exception- Paramore

All I wanted - Paramore

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Head Over Heels- Tears for fears

Sparks - Coldplay

Fix You - Coldplay

New Person , Same Old Mistakes- Tame Impala

Die For You - The Weekend

Breakdown - Tom Petty and the heartbreakers

About You - The 1975

Wonderland - Taylor Swift

Lover - Taylor Swift

Long Long Time - Linda Ronstadt

I Love You - Billie Eilish

I Want To Know What Love Is - Foreigner

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

Keep On Loving You - REO Speedwagon

Crazy Little Thing Called Love- Queen

Who Wants To Live Forever - Queen

Time After Time - Cindy Lauper

True Colors - Cindy Lauper

Take On Me - A-Ha

True Love - P!nk

Who Knew - P!nk

Someone To You - BANNERS

Someone To Stay - Vamcouver Sleep Clinic

Don’t You ( Forget About Me ) - Simple Minds

Reflections - The Neigbourhood

Compass - The Neigbourhood

Stuck With Me - The Neigbourhood

Scary Love - The Neigbourhood

Void - The Neigbourhood

Nervous - The Neigbourhood

Honest - The Neigbourhood

Sunsetz - Cigarettes After Sex

505 - Artic Monkeys

I Wanna Be Yours - Artic Monkeys

Wonderwall - Oasis

Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis

Dandelions - Ruth B

I Follow Rivers - Lykke Li

Don’t Speak - No Doubt

Listen To Your Heart - Roxette

Right Now - 1D

Infinity- James Young

It’s My Life - Talk Talk

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

Open Your Eyes - Snow Patrol

Duvet - Bôa

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

You’re My Best Friend - Queen

Clocks - Coldplay

Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe

Cherry- Lana Del Rey

Say Yes To Heaven- Lana Del Rey

Without You - Lana Del Rey

If I Lose Myself - One Republic

Secrets - One Republic

What You Wanted - One Republic

Electric Touch - Taylor Swift ( requested by @cultofsheep 🫶)

I Think We’re Alone Now - Tiffany

Fuck It I Love You - Lana Del Rey

American Money - BØRNS

Message In A Bottle - Taylor Swift

Boys & Girls - Conan Gray

Now That We Don’t talk - Taylor Swift

You’re On Your Own Kid- Taylor Swift

( all 4 recent song requested by @martyconansversion 🫶)

( thank you @toria-hanny for all your requests 💗💗💗. I’ll make sure to find them all once Byler is canon . And btw your music taste is awesome 🫶)

I’ll keep updating this because I want to 👍🏻😀 If you have any ideas or something feel free to tell me please !

#byler #byler edit #stranger things 5 #edit songs #lmao #mike wheeler #will byers

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imakemywings · 2 years

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Who is close among the Feanorians

This is entirely headcanon based.

Amrod and Amras: Twins. Goes without saying. They finish each other’s sentences and invented their own language as children that no one ever figured out. Eventually they shifted that language into a crude form of sign language that allowed them to talk in front of others without being noticed.

Maedhros and Maglor: Second only to A/A in closeness. Not only are they close in age, they just get along well. Maglor always admired his older brother and so was willing to support/assist in most of Maedhros’ schemes, and once they arrived in Middle-earth, Maglor really became Maedhros’ lieutenant in some ways because he was so willing to go along with whatever Maedhros proposed. Maglor is also the one of them Maedhros is most likely to trust with thoughts he doesn’t want to share broadly, while Maedhros becomes the receptacle for all of Maglor’s melodrama. This relationship becomes detrimental at some point, when Maedhros’ mental health is spiraling after the Second and Third Kinslayings, but Maglor is unable to distance himself, and views Maedhros’ suicide partially as a form of abandonment.

Celegorm and Curufin: Obviously backed up by canon, but I tend to think they got a lot closer after the Flight of the Noldor. However, because Celegorm and Maglor don’t get along at all, and Celegorm shares very few interests with Caranthir, it was perhaps inevitable he then turned to Curufin. Being a fair bit older, he could answer a lot of questions for Curufin growing up, and Curufin learned well how to read Celegorm’s true moods, beneath the cheerful or blase facade. They’re both very ambitious and take a very similar view on life and morality, which leads them down the same dark path in Middle-earth, buoyed and supported by one another.

Maglor and Caranthir: As noted, Maglor and Celegorm do not get along (no one fights more among the Feanorians that these two), so he didn’t get much “big brothering” in with Tyelko. However, Caranthir was much more inclined to “playing quietly inside,” a favorite pastime of Maglor’s as a child. Sometimes, he would let Caranthir play in his music room as long as he stayed quiet about it, and Caranthir was happy to feel that he and Maglor had a special relationship. Older, he’s far more tolerant of Maglor’s theatrics than his bellyaching about it might suggest, and he often showed up for Maglor’s performances. Caranthir also offered considerable support to Maglor during Maglor’s brief 30-year reign as high king of the Noldor in Middle-earth. Maglor, perhaps owing to their early closeness in Moryo’s childhood, feels fairly protective of him, and so he took Caranthir’s betrayal by his Mannish allies very seriously.

Maedhros and Celegorm: Philosophically very different, but equally driven when it comes to things they see as important. Maglor is a houseplant, so if Maedhros wanted a companion for outdoor activities and Fingon was not available, Celegorm was his next choice. While Tyelko could be obnoxious, Maedhros could see how attentive he was to the natural world and how well he could succeed when he really tried. Celegorm enjoyed the thought there were things Maedhros wanted to do with him that he wouldn’t do with Maglor, and he was happy to show off his woodland skills whether they were hiking, hunting, or looking for specific wildlife or geological specimens. While the Flight of the Noldor brought Celegorm closer to Curufin, it drove him apart from Maedhros. Their philosophical differences began to open a chasm between them, most notable in Celegorm’s anger over Maedhros surrendering the line of succession to the Nolofinweans.

Curufin, Amrod, and Amras: These three being the youngest meant there was some natural solidarity. While A/A had their own special relationship, Curufin often ended up accompanying them. By the time the twins were born, Maedhros and Maglor at least were adults, and so effectively more parental than brotherly to these three, which meant for playmates they had to turn to each other. A/A could make Curufin feel like an outsider at times, but they were also often happy to include him, and while they certainly got into more trouble, Curufin provided valuable help in getting them out of it. If they found themselves in a tight spot, Curufin was usually their go-to, and Curufin maintained a soft spot for them up until their long separation in Middle-earth.

#the silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #tolkien tag #headcanon post #none of this is based in canon it's my Feeling #mine

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kirchefuchs · 10 months

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(BACK AT IT AGAIN, PEOPLE!)

So earlier I was listening to No Surprises by Radiohead.

Listen to it right now and tell me that it's not Stanley-coded, I freaking dare you–

I AM NOT JOKING HERE, IT IS THE MOST PERFECT SONG FOR HIM AND LET ME GO ON A LONG EXPLANATION AS TO WHY I CLAIM SUCH THING

aHem now let's get to the lyrics 💯

"A heart that's filled up like a landfill

A job that slowly kills you

Bruises that won't heal"

(Already. I bet you can already see what I mean by this–)

Imagine being Stanley for a second. Dude is literally stuck in a parable all his life (I mean, if the one he has right now still counts) with a narrator who is only coded to care about him when Stanley's actions directly affect either it or the story (I love The Narrator with all my life I swear but he's a bit of a jerk in the canon so <//3).

And Stanley has a job. Every single day (reset), he's always sent back to the very beginning. As the hours go by, every little detail that he's slowly grown to despise torments him — it's slowly killing him and the only thing he can do is suck it up and move on. He's essentially "working" in a soulless ghost of a company with no way out and is forced to live every single waking moment of his life with The Narrator, listening to his voice drone on and on and on and on until Stanley's sick of it but can only wish that he could die permanently without the curse of coming back at the end (is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never th...) of each path.

Who wouldn't hate it?

He's living in his own, personal hell, with no way to just stop and breathe and relax without The Narrator just deciding to come along and ruin it all. No matter how many bruises, none of them will heal.

Let's move on to the next part, shall we?

"You look so tired, unhappy

Bring down the government

They don't, they don't speak for us"

You can imagine "the government" as "The Narrator" in this. With every loop coming full circle, who wouldn't feel tired? Who wouldn't feel exhausted, even if your physical stamina has been reset? Who wouldn't feel unhappy?

Who wouldn't, other than The Narrator?

He only wants Stanley to continue with the story. He only wants Stanley to just get along with it and give him an ending instead of just standing around because how dare he take a break– how dare he actually try to relax and heal for once. How dare he be human. How dare he try to prove he's in control. How dare he wave off The Narrator's obvious power. How dare he claim that he doesn't speak for him. How dare he. How dare he.

"I'll take the quiet life

A handshake of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises

Silent. Silent."

This. This. I think this speaks for itself but I'll proceed to go on a super long tangent anyway.

Quiet. Quiet is all he'll ever want. In every single moment of his life, The-freaking-Narrator is always there to screw him up one way or another, with the only exception being The Skip Button Ending. While I'm at it, I like to think that the Stanley Button in the epilogue didn't give him the reaction we've all absolutely loved (and also wanted) him to have. Instead, a sort of nostalgic and post-anger relief is all he'll ever feel towards it, knowing that this is most-likely the last time he'll ever have to hear The Narrator call him Stanley.

Finally, finally — there's silence. It's only him and the bucket. Only him and the rustling sounds of his shoes dragging against the sand. Only him and the occasional, howling wind. Only him and the relief of the end (was never the end was never the end was never the end was never th...). Only him and the quiet life. Only him. No longer does he need to be controlled. No more. None of that. No more alarms, no more surprises, just silence.

(THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING...)

No.. Why?..

"This is my final fit

My final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises

No alarms and no surprises, please"

Oh.

I lied.

Of course he can't be free! Of course, of course, of course. How dare he actually want to be free. How dare he assume something as childish and as naïve as freedom. Tsk tsk, Stanley; I ought to bring back what you should have expected in the first place.

This is your story and I am your narrator. For all I know, you can't leave without me. You can't leave. You, can't, leave.

Oh, you're begging? Go on, beg. More fun that way, after all! Now get along with the story. Move your pathetic butt out of your office door. Good.

All of his co-workers were gone, what could it mean? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo.

(...Ahem, sorry, a cruel Narrator is just really fun to roleplay as, haha– Anyway, if you actually listen to the song and head to that part of the lyrics, the "this is my final fit, my final bellyache (with)" is calmer in comparison to the sudden thud– the sharp turn to the chorus ("no alarms and no surprises³/please"). That's what I basically wanted to convey while I was being weird (aka, going full-blown Narrator lmfao 💀); Stanley was taken back when he finally thought he was free.)

"Such a pretty house

And such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (get me out of here)

No alarms and no surprises, please (get me out of here)"

Oh, if only.

If only.

If only he had the choice.

(ahem anyway, holy cuh-raP this is long asf– anyway local 🅰️non Notes: I would like to apologize to Pollux for making you super mean here 😞 But in all fairness, this isn't you. ...quite literally, lmfao–)

(Anyway!! hope you liked this one lolz– this is the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never the end is never th– oopsie! what I meant to say was– this is the end of today's ramble 💯)

— 🅰️non :D || 07/02/2023

I don't think I have much to add onto you're rant here. This was all very fun to read honestly. And don't worry about Pollux, lol.

He may be a squishy little cinnamon roll now. But back in hl2 he was very similar to how you portrayed him.

He was a lot meaner back then. It can be hard to be considerate of people's feelings when you can't feel them yourself. He's still cute tho ♡

#fanart #tspud #the stanley parable #tsp #ask #digital art #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #🅰️non

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bonefall · 1 year

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I applaud you for having the patience to make family trees because I've seen the ones you've made for canon and I don't think I have your strength. What even is canon's family trees oh my gosh

They don't have SIMPLE rules in place for their sprawling family trees, despite the fact that family, inheritance, and legacy have been major themes of this godforsaken series since the first series

And it's snowballing into a worse and worse problem since they very obviously want to explore the implications of descendants feeling like they have to live up to ancestors they've never met... but they make pairings brainlessly, and accidentally wind up with the entire Clan having the exact same ancestors.

And yet they don't care about non-Firestar lineages. No one comments on how nearly all of ThunderClan comes directly from the Frostfour.

I can fix it though, but I do reserve the right to bellyache about it the whole way down

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 5 months

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"A lot of the voice actors and a few of the writers ship Zvtara!!!!"

.............And? This is another reason for me to roll my eyes. With Zvtara shippers thinking Bryke are creeps for shipping Kataang and yet there are plenty of grown ass adults who still bellyache over Zuko and Katara not fricking each other!

I even heard one of the people who worked on The Owl House is an Aang Anti and a Zvtara stan and I was initially pissed but then I just laughed because they worked on the gayest Disney Channel cartoon ever and yet they also simp over Zoootara. Probably another person who thinks ZK is the "Straight ship for the gays!" when Zvtara fanfiction is riddled with hetero-normalic tropes.

Yeah, they have no self-awareness. Adults shipping Kataang is bad and creepy, but adults shipping Zutara is good. Writers/actors liking Zutara is a "victory", but these same writers/actors saying they also like the canon pairings is irrelevant or makes them problematic. One rule for them, another rule for everybody else.

"Straight ship for the gays despite hetero-normative tropes" Alright, can we just not do this? The problem with calling Zutara "the straight ship for the gays" is not that they're "too hetero" to fit the role - the problem is that said role is stupid in the first place.

You don't automatically become the perfect ally/proudest gay person ever if you like every gay ship ever, and you don't "lose gay points" if you like a straight ship, even one between a very feminine girl and a typically masculine guy and with fanfics all about them getting married and having babies - much like Zutara is not the "feminist ship" or "the female gaze" like they claim to be just because plenty of the shippers are women. Being part of the same demographic doesn't mean you're guaranteed to have the same taste in fiction.

Zutara could have been super gay, and have both characters be completely uninterested in marriage and having kids, and it'd still suck as a ship because the characters are clearly wrong for each other.

Are plenty of zutarians sexist, racist and even homophobic? Yes. But the ship by itself isn't, because Zuko and Katara as just toys for people to play with, so a woman, people of color, or gay people liking Zutara is not a contradiction, and straight white guys liking it is not proof that they're awful people.

Bad taste in fictional/fanon romances and bad media literacy is not the same as bigotry.

#anti zutara

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silversiren1101 · 1 year

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Well I'm sure you can guess I'm going to ask you about Mino Woljif Dance (please I have to know)

Hehe of course! This is a fun lil drabble/ficlet I was working on for a post-game canon story, when everyone is at the victory gala in Nerosyan put on for them!

I was skimming through it this morning and still liked it so I might touch it up and post!

Here's the first part of it!

Minovae laughed, breathless and downright exuberant for the first time in some many, many months. She wiped a hand across her damp brow, and tucked strands of her hair that had come loose from her up-do behind her ears.

“You’ve improved so much! Remember when I first started teaching you?”

The purple hand locked with hers pulled her back in from where she’d been spun out in the middle of their dance. She came back up close to her dance partner, and the two of them effortlessly shifted to a promenade position as they advanced across the dancefloor. The pairs of other dancers flowed with them and around them in their own matched strides. Everyone moved in time with the typical Mendevian waltz the music called for, but for them two of them, though? Something about their presence made them cut through the others as if they were a blade through water.

Not terribly surprising, though. This insufferable party was in celebration of their impossible triumph, and they were the guests of honor, after all—the Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade and her staunchest friends and allies.

“How could I not, chief! It was—” Woljif snickered as he turned them both in a well-controlled spin upon reaching the edge of the dance floor. “—right when we picked up Reggie. I nearly lost my arm to those gargoyles and you lashed our tails together, punishing me for getting hurt!”

She knew he was just being dramatic as usual, drawing his perspective out of proportion for the sake of humor and pity points. Teaching him to dance had been a punishment, yes, but for disobeying her orders rather than suffering injury. She could never be so cruel as to what he was—jokingly—suggesting, and he knew it.

Woljif had been such a terrified young man back then, at the start of the Crusade. He’d been more lost than the rest of them in the horrors of actual battle rather than the back alley trickery he’d been more used to at the time. Minovae’s orders had seemed so daunting to him—‘Stay right behind me and Seelah, strike when I leave you an opening!’—with his inexperience. Fighting right on the front line? Taking advantage of breaks in their shield wall that would put him most at risk as well? He’d subsequently been mauled by a gargoyle that cornered him after he’d decided to follow his own plans, instead.

Teaching him to dance, even going so far as to tie their tails together to do so, had been just as much a punishment as it was intended to get him more comfortable with fighting in tight and intimate quarters.

And so Minovae merely clicked her tongue at his bellyaching, tsking up at the tiefling, who stood at least a foot in height over her. “Alas, poor Woljif. Taught to dance in the middle of a war. So sorry for making you irresistible to the number of eyes I’ve seen upon you here tonight.”

He faltered at that. An excited flush tinted those purple cheeks slightly red as he looked up from their movements and scanned the crowd for any of those implied admirers. Minovae, meanwhile, carried on exactly as he should have been. She drew her foot backwards and began to step, transitioning from promenade and fallaway so as to return to the center of the floor along with the other dancers who were, in fact, still in time with the music.

When Woljif didn’t budge, as expected, she deftly scooted his foot along with the heel or her other, and he promptly had to correct in a rather ungraceful flail to keep from falling face first.

She laughed, rather impishly. “Oh, well. Maybe not anymore, what with that blunder.”

#silversirenwrites #oc: minovae arangeir #woljif jefto #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wrath of the righteous #pwotr pals

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demoanais · 1 year

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my favorite thing is when people see any remotely protagonist/antagonist flavored het ship gaining some semblance of attention and immediately start bellyaching about the existence of reylo.

yes of course, because reylo is the first ever sort-of-but-only-superficially ETL ship in recorded human history. it must be that these other productions are blindly following the crazed reylo trend. even though reylo was conceived by LF while they were working on TFA and so couldn't have originated purely within fandom, and even though it was only canon for 5.7 seconds before being wiped off the face of the earth and never acknowledged by SW ever again.

it can't be that ETL often engenders a lot of qualities that viewers might find intriguing like exaggerated tension, high stakes, moral conflict, dramatic emotional arcs, betrayals, possibly a dash of physicality or intense eye contact between maybe romantically unattached characters. no it's definitely because some CEO is betting that even the most perfunctory replication of two characters who kissed once in 2019 will earn them enough extra cash to warrant a brand new offshore tax haven if echoed in their own project.

#reylo #yes this is about Those Ships from ROP and WF #the best part is that ben doesn't even serve the same function antagonist-wise as the other two guys #he's not even a proper villain and it was patently obvious he was never supposed to be to all but the most braindead #the ROP comparison is especially hilarious to me considering it's a prequel #meaning there's zero chance JRRT will rise from the dead to destroy the established book canon #just because a tv show was filmed a little sexy and some people liked that #ben solo #haladriel #saudriel #saurondriel

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thekimspoblog · 8 months

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The reason I haven't written "My final fight, my final bellyache" yet is because (horniness aside) I just think the tone would be very hard to capture.

"Sheepdog" spent a lot of time with Kim shocked and confused to learn she was a fictional character, and I don't want to retread the same concepts.

Even if Kim doesn't always retain the specifics of what her dreams are telling her, in my cannon she has a growing awareness of something beyond the realm of her perceived reality. Something watching her that has been uniquely fascinated with her sexuality.

So with this chapter, things would have to come full circle: Kim knows there have been forces manipulating her choices, but those were her choices nonetheless and she's sticking to them. She knows she's a character, but what do you even do with that information? It doesn't change what she wants. She loves Jimmy, but at the end of the day, the birth of their daughter was never going to be about the relationship between he and she; today is about her relationship with her own spirituality.

I don't think it's a radical reinterpretation of the character to say Kim has never been particularly religious up til this point. Canonically, the vibe I get is strongly secular/skeptical, like even identifying as an "atheist" would be too much of an investment in the debate. For most of her life, Kim had been a passive agnostic. But the truth is, when she joined RUIC, it wasn't a simple alliance of convenience to get Jimmy sprung. She'd already seen things she couldn't explain. As Pink Floyd put it, "a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye". So we're in this weird triangle now, where Kim has a relationship with the church congregation, and she has a relationship with this abstract feeling of doom/objectification she can only call God, and arguably this god is what the Church believes in too... but as far as Kim is concerned, God and the Church are two entirely different things to her.

Mostly I'm just not sure how to write Jimmy caught in the middle of all this. He's looked for a sense of magic and control his whole life, and he's finally found it in his wife. But it must be terrifying feeling left out, if there really are forces out there beyond his comprehension and he has to rely on a translator. And the alternative possibility is even worse; that the things Kim is saying she's experiencing aren't real, and he's landed himself with another person who's too smart to be reasoned out of their own paranoid delusions.

@2entangledworms @richeeduvie

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failedintsave · 2 years

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Skwisgaar/Toki?

Send me a ship

Who said “I love you” first

Toki said it first, it took Skwisgaar a little longer to work up to it after so many years convincing himself he didn't believe in it.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Toki has a photo of them as his background, and it's cluttered with added hearts and sparkles and layered with Snapchat filters (Toki with bunny ears and Skwisgaar with the puppy dog), Skwisgaar's phone background is still the default from when it came out of the box. Toki figured out his screen lock, but he only had the phone in hand long enough to change his own contact to '✨💖 KING TOKI 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🧸' before Skwisgaar snatched it away. It has since been amended to 'dildo'

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Toki draws hearts and kitties and also chubby little dicks. Skwisgaar writes dirty nicknames and pick-up lines, and on occasion something unexpectedly sweet and poetic, though he usually wipes it away before it can be read because he struggles to express himself through words and gets embarrassed

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Every gift Toki gives is cheesy in the ultra saccharine 'Dis mades me think of you uwu' way, from cutesy figurines of tiny ceramic wolves that he orders out of a catalog to a really cool rock he found in the yard. Skwisgaar is a more practical gifter and has given Toki a lot of his comfort items like deddybear, his star projector night light and all his softest shirts (they don't catch against his scars like normal tees)

Who initiated the first kiss

Skwisgaar initiated the first when they were early in the just fooling around stage; Toki froze up completely when it happened but he enjoyed it so much he went right back for another, which turned into a full blown, pressed against the wall, hands tangled in hair make out. Skwisgaar also initiated the first kiss after they'd both (finally) acknowledged their feelings, and it was with a lot less swagger than any that had come before.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Toki always kisses Skwisgaar good morning, though it doesn't always wake him up. When it does, Skwisgaar will try to convince Toki to stay in bed and laze around til a decent time.

Who starts tickle fights

Skwisgaar actually, but he can't finish his own battles. Toki is too strong and he gets WAY too into it, which sometimes leads to less playful altercations after he refuses to stop when Skwisgaar asks.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Toki doesn't even ask, he just hops in. If he doesn't, Skwisgaar will use up all the hot water.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

It's canon that Toki is in charge of snacks, so while Skwisgaar, Pickles and Nathan are cloistered in the studio, he will stop by with lunch or treats and force them to take breaks. Having to monitor his glucose levels made him a little more mindful about dietary issues, and he always makes sure there's a dairy-free option on the tray, or at least reminds Skwisgaar to take his lactaid so he won't get a bellyache.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Skwisgaar was less shy and more fidgety; he'd never bothered with dating before and he wasn't sure what Toki would expect outside of a Netflix and Chill setting. The nerves passed quickly when he realized he was still just spending time with his best friend.

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Toki despises spiders and smashes them on sight.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Skwisgaar's not-so-secret goofiness comes out when he drinks. He flirts and giggles and can't seem to stop feeling up Toki's muscles, ooh-ing and aah-ing when he flexes for him. He doesn't have to shout it from the rooftops for everyone in the vicinity to see just how smitten he is, though it's not out of the ordinary for him to sit down with his bandmates and stage whisper "Gonna marries dat guy. Shhhh, don't tells him!" while pointing at Toki. He seldom remembers the extent of it come morning.

#skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #skwistok #ship asks #asks #thanks! 💜

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1. the character everyone gets wrong

I could put so many characters here, not even because I think anyone is that wrong I'm just extraordinarily bull-headed about characterization...if I got to pick one though, Gansey!

It's either him being the most massive asshole to ever asshole, or it's him being the sweetest fucker with his edges sanded off :/ 0 or 100. He contains multitudes! To be fair, EVERYONE in the TRC cast (and I assume every other fandom) gets this treatment to some extent lmao but yeah. Gansey's for some reason is the one which really grates on me.

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

Pynch 😔 I missed seeing the worst ship wars (discourse?) or whatever with TRC and I thank my lucky stars everyday because I would have lost interest in fandom so fast. I'll say some Pynch fans post takes that drive me straight up insane, but that happens with every ship unfortunately...

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Trying to think really hard about this, but apart from like. Certain Adam and Gansey and Ronan fandom wide opinions that I can't stand and which made me interact with the fandom a whole lot less, I can't really think about a character as of such???? These are characters I still love a lot!!!

If it's about a character I liked in canon, this doesn't really happen to me, because I'm an asshole who will get mad (in my head, embarrassment overtakes me before I can type it) at real people instead of the character they are misrepresenting 😭 Love the sin, hate the sinner etc. I love alllll these characters in canon but I don't like fanon Adam or Ronan or Gansey or Declan or even Matthew or Noah or Henry or even BLUE my girl who doesn't even get that much fanon in the first place; like I said I am extraordinarily picky. It's a genuine problem on my end LMAO. If it's a character I already hated/was ambivalent to, then yeah sure it grates on me, but in that case no more than the books.

80% of my fandom experience happens in my brain, and the other 20% are my discord chats.

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

About canon: the whole Kavinsky and Gray Man discourse EXHAUSTS me. Also I'm tired of any Gansey and Adam discourse freeeee us all

About fanon: People bellyaching about how other people are posting about x y z characters even though they got 3 seconds of screentime...this is just how fandom works for better or worse. Actually, even people being straight up performative assholes about others having different takes on characters strikes me as sooooo unnecessary. I know me saying this is anti-the spirit of choose violence asks, but no one said anything about being a hypocrite 🤷🏾‍♀️

#asks #andrwminward #thanks for the asks!

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hey melissa to me as a whole is such an enigma cause on one hand the mania of its weirdness and insanity had me on such a hilarious high on the other hand it feels like more of a character assasination than perkys buds and thats saying a lot but also also it literally isnt canon so why should i bellyache about it LKJFLASKFHAKL

#dex says things

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theeeveetamer · 2 years

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Scarlet Blaze Liveblog: Chapter 6

So I was actually gonna make myself a PB&J sandwich before this and both the peanut butter and the jelly were hella expired. Feels like an omen.

As per usual spoilers are under the cut. And in Tumblr woes, turns out my tag bundles plugin for Xkit doesn't work for the beta post editor anymore, which means I had to just remember the tags I use for this thing. Super lame. I swear it was working last time, but they've definitely updated the post editor since then so I guess that messed it up again.

Explore Stuff

I know I said I was going to try and remain positive but like… Weird call to have Petra be like… protective… of the guy who murdered her dad… That was certainly… a choice

Ashe is literally here because Dimitri told him to prioritize his life over his loyalty JFC Dimitri you are too sweet for this world. Also Ashe is angsty because he doesn’t know what he’s fighting for now. Interesting

Dorothea… we “helped Ashe see the error of his ways”?????

I’m really starting to dislike her. I actually really didn’t mind her in Houses but between her endless bellyaching as a recruit and this line, and I’m starting to dislike her

Wait, Manuela was in charge of the deer at some point in this timeline???

This makes her “I must protect my precious students uwu” bullshit from AG even more bullshit. You had! Classes! Other than the Eagles! What about THOSE students!

More Insurrection stuff. I guess we now have confirmation that the insurrection happened as a direct result of Ionius wiping out Hrym

“Sorry, did you just threaten to make an effort?” lmaooooooo RIP to Lin

“Psst! You may be aware of this already, but the Bert can be cruel”

*looks back at all my interactions with Hubert*

Don’t know what gave you that impression, Hapi

“Count Glucester prizes his people above all, and we created a situation where he wanted to fight.” I mean. Yeah. We’re like. Trying to conquer his homeland. People uh, people don’t tend to like that very much… Doesn’t usually lead to a lot of great outcomes for the people you conquer.

Apparently I just randomly learned how to make Peach Sorbet??? Not sure what triggered that, but ok

My god my switch HATES this game it’s running like a freaking airplane

I find it hilarious that Edelgard is apparently bad at running a street stall but Hubert is okay at it lmao

I guess threatening murder would encourage people to buy more

I’m about to go grab an ice pack from the fridge and hold it on the back of this thing. This is ridiculous. I JUST cleaned the fans, it can't be the dust! I literally played like 40 straight hours of FOMT and it was fine!

Ferdie Expedition. Let’s go for a lovely mountain date.

Don’t get to stare at his face :(

Weird how much of an Empire fanboy he’s become in this timeline, considering he’s like… yo fuck the Empire in canon

Oh my god you can “restore” weapons you’ve fully forged and it literally just… takes away all your upgrades for no benefit???? WHY???? Luckily I saved the game before it stole my TWENTY FUCKING AREADBHAR FORGES JFC

Like ok my best guess is that it’s so you can reset after you upgrade the forge, since I believe after a few upgrades then forging your weapons will give you more durability and might per forge, but it’s not retroactive? But like? This is just mechanically stupid. Honestly. Just make it retroactive or don’t vary the amount you gain for forging??? What a fucking slap in the face to fully forge a weapon (which takes dozens if not HUNDREDS of rare resources) only to be told “lol go fuck yourself actually redo it”

YOU DON’T EVEN GET THE UMBRAL STEEL YOU WASTED ON FORGING BACK!

Support Conversations

Hubert/Linhardt C - Wait Lin and Hubert are talking about how interesting Shez’s powers are??? Didn’t Lin have like? An entire fucking support where he was like “your powers are not interesting to me”???

“My method of ‘hooking’ would complicate our relationship with so valued an ally” Hubert is a murderer lol

“Why don’t you try sweet talking with tea instead” pretty sure that’s Ferdie’s MO

Why. Why does this feel like Edelshade. “The only option left is aggressive persuasion, driven home at the point of an axe, let’s say” … hmmm who is the ONLY eagle to canonically have a preference for axes…

Hubert is even like “who are you talking about how dare you” and Lin is like “haha oh no one does this bug you? I bet it bugs you.”

AND THAT’S THEIR ONLY SUPPORT LMFAO

Linhardt/Ferdie C - Lin: “I’m not drawing I’m just drawing” o…kay?

Linhardt can draw apparently

Lin: It’s important to be accurate when doing research, not artistic. Ferdie: *confused Ferdie noises*

Why do I get the sense that Lin is sick of the BE’s shit

I find it weird that he only has C supports with both Hubert AND Ferdie?

Dorothea/Monica C - Anyone else get the vibe that someone on the dev team realized Dorothea’s JP VA could sing so they crammed a bunch of random singing in? I do. I get that vibe

Why is the nobility fighting over tickets to see an opera. Seems like the kind of thing nobility should be able to get into super easy while the pleb masses fight for tickets in the nosebleeds

“A lot happened and now I’m here” wait Dorothea has motivation to be here aside from just “went to school with Edelgard for a month”??? Are we ever gonna???? Talk about what that is, or???

Shez/Bernadetta B - Oh my eardrums are already broken it’s only the first textbox

Anna is a drug dealer lmao

Shez/Ferdie B - Ferdie is horrifically depressed, got it. That explains a lot

Side note, I find it very interesting that Ashe doesn’t have supports with ANY of the BE, despite being recruitable. Lorenz at least had supports with Annette, Raphael had supports with Ashe and Felix, Ignatz could talk to Sylvain and Annette, and Marianne could talk to Ingrid. Bernie gets to talk to Dimitri, Petra gets to talk to Dedue, and Dorothea gets to talk to Flayn as well. Only Lin can’t talk to any of the BL exclusive characters.

Side-side note, but I kind of want to count which student has the fewest support conversations. Linhardt strikes me as having not that many compared to the BL or the other BE. Four of his support lines only have one conversation, and two of those terminate at C support.

Side Battles

I’m pretty sure the explore points are exactly the same as AG. Lame

Dorothea: “It fills my heart to see my friends do such great things” you mean. Murder. Like. The murder we’re doing right now? Alright…

Oh Leonie is here I guess

MOMMY JUDITH!!!

So I know now that Judith is not playable, which is bullshit. Clearly she’s got a fully rigged and animated model if she can appear like an enemy like this. How hard was it to just make her playable???

Main Chapter Battle

I’m rewarding myself with popcorn after this, to make up for the PB&J disappointment

“The fewer casualties the better” know what results in the least casualties? Not… not starting a war. That really keeps the war casualties down

“When in doubt, take ‘em out!” oh Caspar, you lovable himbo

Oh look Balthus, Ignatz, and Lorenz are our recruits this time

Balthus is still dead to me for not having a support convo with Dimitri. The gay subtext was right there, ripe for the taking… At least he had a line fantasizing about a sweaty grapple between Holst and Dimitri that one time

Oh my god how many hints are you going to give me to go do that side mission

AND IT DIDN’T EVEN MATTER BECAUSE I DIDN’T DO IT FAST ENOUGH ASDFGHJKL

Ignatz: I will fight you until the end!!!

Yeah about that… *Yoink*

So what does the auto battle button do

I mean I’m not going to test it but does that mean I wouldn’t have to play this game anymore?

That sounded really pessimistic. But ok look, I’m not using the merc whistles even though this is NG+ because a horrible little gremlin part of me wants to S rank all the battles ever. This game has way too many side missions.

Petra: Stealing is evil!!!

Also Petra: Canonically prefers the thief class in this game

Someone on this team wasn’t thinking when they wrote that one, huh lmao

Edelgard: Count Gloucester was on our side once! He might surrender!

Did you??? Did you miss the WHOLE part of this chapter where that was a trick to catch you off guard??? Why the fuck would he surrender now??? When he intentionally tricked you before by pretending to side with you just to fuck you over???

I mean he’s going to because of course he is, but if anyone in the deer had an actual spine or coherent adherence to past plot events or motivation, then he definitely wouldn’t!

Yep I was right. Why do none of the deer have a spine lol it’s actually getting kind of comical

After Battle Stuff

What is with this Daddy Gloucester whitewashing. That guy was one heck of a bastard in the original Houses, but between this and Lorenz’s paralogue they’re just like “look at how awesome and wonderful and totally not responsible for anything bad ever he is” <3 and I am not here for it

I guess they took all of his evil and gave it to Rufus

Oh I got Thrysus. I didn’t get Thrysus in AG. Bullshiiiiiiiiiiit

Guessing it’s because Lorenz is the head of his house now in this route. But still.

Apparently Lorenz and Lorenz Daddy are just too valuable to replace and Shez has dialogue options about that for some reason

RETORT SARCASTICALLY!!! GET EM SHEZ

Hubert liked that lmao

“Oh right. I forgot that only mercs are replaceable” FUCKING GET ‘EM SHEZ

Wow Edelgard is real pissy about that

“That’s just the way of things in Fodlan! but I intend to change this” Ah, yes, you’re doing a great job of changing that by… doing nothing about it right now and treating mercs as replaceable. Truly a 4D chess strategy Edelgard

I’m 100% convinced that the Alliance has only held together this long because they faced absolutely 0 threat from anything ever. Like honestly we’ve been at war for fifteen seconds and the entire power structure of this place has completely fallen apart

I mean really it’s actually pathetic. They’re like those fainting goats

https://youtu.be/_JF0Jys5ITc?t=10

^The Alliance literally the second any external threat that isn’t Almyra occurs^

Seriously, how long have these guys been a country? Like 300 years right? You’re telling me they’re literally older than America and in that time they have developed exactly zero sense of national pride or ownership for their lands, and most of them are just completely cool going along with whatever the Empire does to them? Just like? “Yeah, conquer me daddy~ My lands are fertile and my people are (variably) willing participants ;)”

I’m just saying this is like the dead fish equivalent of international relations. Just lie back and let Adrestia do whatever they want to you, I guess

EVEN THE DEER WHO ARE LEFT ARE LIKE “yeah we’re here but if this goes bad we’re out lol”

Except Hilda. Hilda is cool

EVEN ORDELIA??? “Yeah, the Empire experimented on my children and basically condemned my only surviving daughter to die, but like we’d be cool siding with them I guess” like excuse me what???

Like I know everyone has a spine made out of jelly in 3H but at least there everyone had a jelly spine so it didn’t stick out so much

It’s a weird contrast from the BL who are (almost) all like “YOU CAN HAVE MY HOME OVER MY COLD DEAD FUCKING BODY!”

AKA the normal human response when you’ve been an independent nation for several centuries and an external power comes in and says “mine ;)”

And the only two Lions to defect are the two who have zero responsibility over people or land, and one of which apparently only surrendered because Dimitri told him not to die for him. The other one is Mercedes who I haven’t gotten yet but presumably it’s about her serial killer brother this time. Oh and neither of them have any family in the Kingdom to protect (since Jeritza is in the Empire and Lonato defected to the Empire like the little traitor bitch he is)

Ok this liveblog got real shady for a second, I’m putting the umbrellas down now

Wait Byleth is here too??? I thought Byleth was in the Kingdom????????????????? How did you get here?????

“Remaining in the Kingdom was no longer an option???” Why???

OH WE JUST AREN’T GOING TO BE EXPLAINING THAT ONE I GUESS

I’m guessing it has something to do with Jeralt’s unexplained and unaddressed Rhea issues. Not sure why that would be though, considering Rhea NEVER FUCKING DOES ANYTHING IN THIS GAME

Fortalices and palisades… gonna have to google that one later, Hubert

Ok so it’s a baby fort and a fence. Dunno why we had to get all fancy here

I’m sure there’s already at least one Medieval history buff in my inbox going WELL ACKSHUALLY about that last bullet lmao

I also didn’t make popcorn because it’s like 4 am and I’m too lazy to melt butter :(

#SB Liveblogging #Scarlet Blaze spoilers #few3h

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Afterparty, Chapter 3 by Unusual_Raccoon

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Karen Jones/Arthur Morgan

Additional Tags: Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Breast Worship, Dry Humping, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Female Ejaculation, Dirty Talk, Banter, Low Honor Arthur Morgan, Infidelities, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Gags, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones

Work Count: 3k+

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Summary: After getting stuck in a storm on their way back to camp, Karen and Arthur are forced to confront some feelings and pass the time the only way they know how.

A/N: won’t lie after the lack of traction on chapter 2 my morale took a bit of a nosedive, but I am pretty happy with how this last chapter turned out. I struggled with the ending, it was supposed to be WAY more of angsty ending, buttttt, I decided against it.

Still don’t own any characters, just ideas. Also don’t mind any errors.

Arthur spotted a tucked away little homestead, clicking his tongue to urge Lead Storm up the beaten path winding up toward the house.

The cabin was secluded beneath some tall pines, a veritable paradise in the thick downpour.

Karen was fast on his heels, bouncing in her saddle on the trek.

“Stay put,” Arthur grunted, saddle pants dense enough to keep him somewhat dry as he slid off of Storm’s back.

His boots sank into the drenched dirt as he plodded up the path, pulling his revolver from the holster on his hip in an effortless motion.

He shouldered the front door open with a firm shove, wood splintered as he forced his way inside, still burly enough to be of use. Oil lamp in one hand, sidearm in the other as he searched the property.

He thumbed back the hammer of his revolver thoughtlessly, it was an instinct that couldn’t be unlearned. Too many years being the gang’s guard dog.

The house wasn’t particularly large and he explored most every inch to ensure the spot was safe enough for he and Karen to ride out the storm; ‘course he’d done it mostly for her, wouldn’t suit him having a lady riding in that rain. Far be it for him to share the information with Karen, she’d start bellyaching about being treated just the same as one a’the men. He weren’t particularly concerned if any of the fellers were cold…he’d care if she was cold.

The wood in the fireplace weren’t beyond saving, a little kindling would coax some heat out of it, at least enough to chase off the chill in their bones; though he certainly had a few ideas for alternative methods.

Stomping back out into the rain, he found Karen toting a plain carbine in one hand, Old Belle’s reins in the other.

“They got a barn, dry enough for the horses.”

Arthur nodded, ushering her inside.

“Go on, get a fire goin’, I’ll get ‘em in the barn.”

She gave him a longing look with those big eyes before heading into the house, taking her rifle with her.

Both mares seemed pleased to be gettin’ out of the rain. He removed the tack from the pair of them, saddle blankets dry enough to warrant keeping them on.

The barn was plush with enough hay to feed them plenty until the rain passed.

Arthur made a point of giving each horse a brief brush down before securing the barn doors and jogging back to the house.

He had his bedroll tucked under one arm, a thick pelt he’d recently gotten off a grizzly and stored behind Lead Storm’s saddle, tucked under the other. He returned to the house to find Karen knelt before the fireplace, blouse sheer and adhering to her buxom body. Blonde curls damp and clinging to wet, flushed freckled cheeks, she looked like a shapely little forest nymph washed down the chimney.

“Horses should be fine,” Arthur said, setting down the supplies he brought in to shake some rain water off.

Wedging a chair beneath the door knob, he set off in the direction of the fledgling fire and the woman sat before it; course Karen snapped her fingers at him after a single step.

“Don’t be trackin’ no mud in.” She warned and Arthur warily held up both large hands in eager surrender, a wide wolfish smile on his face. Felt downright domestic.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grunted, toeing off his boots and wrestling out of his coat before venturing to the fire.

He shook out his bedroll and the pelt by the fire, both could use a little drying.

“You sound like Grimshaw,” he teased, taking off his hat just as an unlit match bounced petulantly off of his chest. He spied Karen’s little frown.

“Don’t compare me to that shrew,” Karen groused, using a bent fire poker to coax some more spark outta the unenthused flames.

“Easy now, didn’t mean nothin’ by it,” He chuckled, pulling a half-drunk bottle of gin from his satchel. ‘Course he always loved to rile folks a bit, get under their skin, see a bit of the devil in their eyes and when he twisted the knife just right.

He swallowed a brief swig, her recompense for his comment was relieving him of the only thing that distracted him from how goddamn beautiful she looked sitting by the fire. Karen shuffled over on her knees, skirts dragging across the floor as she snatched the drink from him. She wobbled a little too close, teetering like she’d topple onto him, and his fingers itched with the urge to brace around her hips. ‘Course she found just enough balance to crawl back to her previous spot.

“Coulda just asked,” Arthur murmured, transfixed by the sight of her polishing off the contents of the bottle with little effort.

“Ain’t in the mood to ask for nothin’ right now, Arthur,” she slurred back, setting the empty bottle down.

She shrugged off her coat, setting it down by the fire to dry. His gaze instantly drew towards the glow of the dim fire catching the sheen of rainwater sitting in the deep crease of her cleavage. His throat felt a little tight, trousers too.

“Y’know,” Arthur drawled, trying and failing to pull his gaze from the glossy sight of her full bosom, rising and falling with every breath, “you still ain’t told me what you’re doing out here.”

“What’re you talking about? I already said-“

“That Hosea sent ya? Yeah, I remember. I ain’t quite sure I believe it though.”

“Believe whatever you want, Arthur,” Karen huffed, staring straight at the fire, prodding at it with the bent poker. Something was bothering her, that much was clear.

“I plan to,” Arthur hummed. He watched and waited, knowing that temper of hers was just boiling. He pulled out the last bit of booze he had in his satchel, an unopened bottle of rum. Cracked the seal open with his thumb and pulled out the cork as Karen turned her fiery gaze toward him.

She let out a sigh, “y’know, you ain’t even said more than two goddamn words to me since…” her fury slowed and her blush darkened, her thighs pressed together a bit, “well, since we did what we did.”

“Lord, is that it?” Arthur guffawed, taking a long pull from the bottle of rum, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Whatchu want from me, Karen, to hold yer hand, follow you around camp like that little Irish terrier does? You needed a hand and I lent you one.

‘Sides I ain’t that kinda animal, sweetheart.”

One look at him and Arthur knew there was no mistaking him for something domesticated, he was long-limbed, sharp in the teeth, and wild in the eyes.

Karen scoffed and shook her head, bitter eyes turned back to the fire.

“If you came all this way for an apology, you’re gonna be disappointed,” Arthur added.

They didn’t say nothing for a long while, the crackling of the fire and the heavy patter of the rain outside rounded out the silence.

“I ain’t lookin’ for no apology,” Karen spat eventually, seeming a little wounded by the insinuation.

“Whatchu lookin’ for then?” He goaded, not allowing that temper of hers to simmer, if she was gonna go off, he wanted her to pop like dynamite.

“You goddamnit!” Karen said finally, exasperated, outta breath.

Rain was comin’ down hard, no signs of slowing, nowhere for them to go. No escape from one another in sight. Maybe he was a lit match and she was a fuse.

Arthur licked his lips, tasted the astringent tang of gin, faded but still warring with the rum on his tongue. She’d rode out after him alone for a reason. He wouldn’t hold her hand in camp or gush after her like Sean did, but he could do this, he could please her like no other feller could…

“Well, here I am, darlin’…”

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The corner of the grizzly pelt was damp, rum-soaked, the scent curled thick in the back of her throat. The bottle had spilled and neither one of ‘em mourned the loss of the liquor, too drunk on each other to care.

Arthur tore at her blouse, big brutish hands that only knew violence fumbled to free her breasts without leaving the fine linen in shreds.

Thick calluses skirted along her cheek and Karen moaned his name, slurred it out. His tongue dove deep, drinking up the mix of rainwater and faint salt of her skin hidden between the valley of her cleavage.

Weren’t no camp to overhear them, she cried his name higher toward the ceiling of the cabin, fingers tangled in his hair.

He sucked a hungry purpling mark along the pliant flesh of one breast, descending upon the stiff nipple thereafter. Sucking roughly, until her whole body seemed to arch closer into the gravity, the pull of his mouth, a cry dripping from her lips. Thick, scarred knuckles nudged between her tender thighs.

“Arthur, please-“ Karen panted, tugging vainly at his hair.

He was over her in an instant, broad body pinning her to the rum-soaked pelt, firm, unyielding muscle bearing down on her. Savage blue eyes studying her, drinking in her flushed face and open mouth.

“Don’t you rush me, woman,” he growled, large hand groping the wet weight of one breast that knew the ardor of his mouth, “been dreamin’ ‘bout these beauties.”

Something terribly warm curled in her belly, twisting up like a diamondback at the admission that he’d been thinkin’ on her. She bucked her hips fiercely, lord she needed him inside her; needed it worse than she did a week ago.

He dipped his head back down, pleasure spiked hot in her belly as his mouth latched around her untouched breast. Lathing the pale, creamy flesh in long strokes of his tongue.

“Oh, Arthur,” she hiccuped, the soft girlish sounds didn’t belong in Karen’s own mouth, but she cried them out, for him, she would.

Arthur’s head bobbed back into her glossy vision, climbing a bit higher so she could see his face, lips wet and eyes ablaze.

“Now, if you can’t keep quiet, I’ll keep ya quiet, understand?”

Arthur Morgan quieted most folk with a hard punch or a bullet, but Karen still nodded. She clawed at his back and rutted her hips up hard as he kept his attention localized to her chest, to her chafed and aching nipples, until she was swimming in her own mess, slippery between the thighs.

Eventually he sat back on his knees, unknotting his neckerchief from around his neck with a dark sort of glee in his eyes.

“Warned ya, didn’t I?” There was a feigned sympathy in his voice as he forced fabric between her full lips. He cinched it with a little knot around the back of her head, the fabric sat thick and musky between her lips, tasting dizzyingly of his sweat and skin. When he cruelly tweaked a plump, wet nipple between thick fingers, her wet cry was soaked up by the fabric.

“There, cry as much as you want now.” Karen wouldn’t dare admit how soothing it was knowing Arthur had a way of keeping her quiet when she herself couldn’t manage it.

He gave her hip a pat, broad hands following the generous curves leading to her shapely rear, giving the flesh a supple squeeze before settling back down to his fancy.

They managed to lose clothes, scattered to the ground as time passed by the fire. Her first release came shuddering, neglected sex pulsing as he trailed a wet, coarse tongue from an abused, overstimulated nipple up to the hollow of her throat, sucking fiendishly there. The blinding rush of pleasure existed in a bizarre chasm of too much touching, and not enough.

Her body writhed beneath his, one leg draped over his firm lower back, toes curling.

Spots danced behind the flutter of her closed eyes, the feeling left her boneless, shivering beside the fire.

“Did you just-“ Arthur paused as Karen babbled around the neckerchief in her mouth. The syllables of his name were garbled with the fabric, but it seemed he understood her nonetheless. His expression turned full of awe and lust.

A broad palm dipping between her slick, ample thighs, drawing free another squeal as he brushed her soaked sex.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” He chuckled, giving her left nipple, puffy and rosy, a firm tug that made her swollen bud twitch.

“Ain’t you full of surprises, Miss Jones,” He rumbled, eyes dark as he dipped a finger into her heat.

Arthur looked her over, a ravenous gleam in his eyes, his finger worked in a slow, unhurried rhythm.

“Shoulda brought some rope,” He lamented, more to himself than to Karen, his free hand giving her limp wrist a squeeze, like a firm enough touch might materialize bindings there. He could truss her up like a hog if he so desired; she just wanted him. His teeth bared in a dagger-sharp smile as her walls flexed around his finger.

“Dirty girl,” He chuckled, “like that idea, do ya?”

A second finger joined the first, his thumb stroked at her bud, pleasure sheared hot in her belly. Her heel thumped against his lower back, desperately trying to keep him close.

His mouth lowered to a darkening bruise on her neck, pressing on skin that ached just right. Her vision waned beneath the heavy flutter of her lids.

His lips skimmed across her cheek, burning a path close to her mouth but not quite, her lower lip jutted out from the gag he had put in place. He ran his tongue over the supple pink flesh, sucking it between his teeth as he curled his fingers suddenly, quick and hard.

Letting her lower lip free, she squealed into the neckerchief, hips undulating as his fingers grew still, keeping her on the brink of another sloppy release.

“Maybe next time, hmm?” He gave her a condescending pat between the legs with fingers drenched in her mess.

Karen was dizzy as Arthur ushered her into a sitting position, his large figure painted in the faint glow of the fire, broad chest and stern muscle pockmarked with faded scars; she was tempted to kiss each one, supposed his neckerchief in her mouth saved her the embarrassment.

“You ready for the main course, darlin’?” Arthur drawled, voice deep and rolling over her like thunder in a storm.

If it weren’t for the neckerchief in her mouth Karen woulda been liable to scream how goddamn ready she was. Instead she just nodded, a shaking hand settling over the thick jut of his cock straining against his trousers.

Her eyes met his, her cheeks damp and chest heaving, dragging her palm over the imposing weight of his erection.

She was ready alright.

Arthur laid her belly down, hiking her rear up, her cheek pressed to the rum-soaked patch of the grizzly pelt.

The scent stung and sedated in a delightful way. A broad callused hand stroked down her back, over lush curves, catching at her hip as the blunt tip of him rocked against her heat.

Her gag stayed firmly in place, muffling her long moan as the bloated head of his cock eased to her flushed cunt. Her walls hugging him as Arthur steadied himself, a hand pressed between her shoulder blades. Her cheek and chest pressed unforgivingly to the pelt.

Aching nipples scratched against the thick fur of the pelt, stirring more dreaded heat in her belly as Arthur groaned a low, animalistic sound towards the ceiling.

“Christ,” he hissed, delivering a fond slap to her rear, before sinking in deeper. The scent of the rum and taste of his sweat stole off his neckerchief soaked into her palate accompanied the stretch of him filling her up. Her mind entered a hazy reality that she’d only ever known to follow whiskey.

A hand tangled in her blonde curls, tugging until her eyes watered and toes curled while Arthur seated himself inside her fully, stuck down to the hilt.

“There it is,” He panted, voice a low rumble that filled her empty skull. He kept her there awhile, stretched over his cock. No, nothin’ ‘junior’ about it in the slightest.

She howled his name into the security of his neckerchief, clutched at the pelt with one hand, while he wrestled one of her arms behind her back, broad palm locked tight around her wrist. Weren’t no rope, but Karen figured he got the same thrill outta throwin’ his weight around.

He found a rhythm, a steady canter of his hips that built into something brutal, something merciless.

Drool frothed out of the corners of her mouth, escaping past the barrier of her gag.

“That pussy’s squeezin’ me like a noose, darlin’,” Arthur rasped, hips hammering hard, fucking her into a babbling, boneless heap.

Karen felt her body clench tight, full to the point of bursting when flexed taut around him. Her cheek pressed firmly to the pelt, forcing one eye shut at the position. Despite the relative discomfort, otherwise degraded, Karen found herself dissolving into the deliciously detached feeling brewing in her brain. Better’n any booze she’d ever had was the feeling of him inside her.

He angled his hips knowingly, pressin’ on that spot what had her making a mess last time. Heat skittered down her spine, glowing down to the tips of her toes.

A pleasure so vibrant it had her arching back into his every thrust. The wet sound of their skin meeting, every thunderous clap of his hips colliding with her rear filled the cabin.

She was writhing and bucking wildly, but the large hand pinning her arm back kept her from straying too far.

Karen could feel that heat pitched low in her belly, coiling tighter. A wave of dizziness rushed to her head as Arthur drilled into her sopping sex, hips angled upon every stroke made her grunt the ugliest sounds into the gag. Her toes curled and she was clenching down with every slick glide of him.

She clawed at the pelt beneath her with her free hand, groaned Arthur’s name as the building pressure became too much to bear.

Her second orgasm wasn’t so surprising as her first, this one was labored over, earned. Weren’t until he pulled out, reminding her of the big hole he’d left in her middle that she felt liquid gush from her, muscles pulled tight, heat spilling between her thighs. A firm hand, thick callused fingers rubbed at her bud a few quick times, earning moans that sounded equal parts agonized and blissful as a few weaker spurts of her release painted the pelt.

Arthur dug his teeth into the meat of her shoulder, ravenous like some wild animal as he came against her inner thigh, mixing his spend with hers.

A few fingers tugged the gag from between her teeth, the fabric sagged wetly around her throat.

Karen wanted nothing more than to melt down onto the soiled bearskin and sleep beside a dying fire. But Arthur’s hands held her firm, kept her upright. One cupped her jaw, shook her a little to keep her eyes open.

“I hurt you?” He asked, voice thick and labored, but stern and rather serious as well. Weren’t no teasing in his voice, simple, rare concern.

“I look hurt to you?” Karen slurred back, squinting through heavy lids to see the charge light up the blue of his eyes.

“Karen,” He growled, sound pitched low in his chest. Heat danced in her belly.

“No, you didn’t hurt me, old man. Fucked me real good…” a whine stirred in her throat, “too good.”

Arthur let out a chuckle, a heavy weathered palm gave her rear a pat.

“Bed’s in the corner, go on,”

Karen groaned, digging her fingers into whatever parts of him she could reach with dwindling reserves of energy. She caught the meat of a bulging tricep and lean sinew of his hip.

“Can’t get rid a’me that easily,” she slurred voice thick with sleep, spiraling deeper into that pleasant void with big, tender hands in her hair.

Arthur laughed again, terribly fond, fingers tracing the contour of her jaw, “Me? Wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Jones.”

Her hand mirrored his touch, skating trembling fingers over the close crop of his facial hair across the hard line of his jaw. Saw her own dreamy expression reflected in his eyes. He weren’t hard to love at all.

They listened to the rain slow at some point in the night , her body tangled up with his. His lips lingered softly over the rough mark he’d bit on her back.

Maybe they’d take their time gettin’ home…

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