#but also i do have to admit i was writing some niche stuff

[sturniolojpg]

— boyfriend! matt sturniolo

pairing: matt sturniolo × reader

warnings: sfw & nsfw!! i put a divider for ya

notes: first time doing a headcannon i normally write oneshots so sorry if its like?? all over the place?? not proof read

♥︎. when he needs someone to talk to, you’re there & vise versa. being so close with his brothers he’s learnt the importance of communicating and it’s become a super important thing to him. he’d rather admit he’s wrong or have you admit you’re wrong than go to bed upset with each other. he hates leaving fights unresolved.

♥︎. he holds your hand in public all the time. he’s gotta be touching some part of you. whether its locking pinkies or standing right up on each other. he just loves you tewww much to be not touching you when its an option! if nobody’s around he’ll throw in an ass grab here and there but never if people are there, he’s not a fan of that kind of pda

♥︎. passenger princess ALWAYS. which annoys you at times because you do like driving but if he’s with you, he wants to take over. he likes doing stuff for you and you let him bc look at his face!!!

♥︎. you constantly catch him starring at your face. when i say this man is OBSESSED with you, i mean it. you’re his favorite person ever. most important too (according to him after a late night conversation).

“mmm before your brothers?” you teased him after the admission. obviously, you were joking. that wasn’t something you excepted or cared about. what followed was the opposite of what you thought. “that’s right princess, you're before them. never tell them that i said that."

“fucking liar,” you chuckled. he joined in the laughter, placing a soft kiss on your nose.

♥︎. quality time is his favorite. he loves to be with you, doesn’t matter if you’re doing something or not. all he cares about is that he’s with you!

he hates baking because he’s bad at it but you love it and can actually make something edible so he bakes with you all the time.

you’re also pretty good with nail art so instead of going to a professional he lets you do his, extra time to just sit and stare at your pretty face!

when he’s playing video games you’ll spend that time reading your books (a hobby he can’t quite grasp but you love it so he loves it for you) - or you’ll join him if it’s a game you know how to play. you both just like being around the other.

♥︎. dating a public figure has its faults and the biggest one for you was a portion of his fans hating you. it felt like he wasn’t allowed to fully be your boyfriend because of some weird parasocial relationship others had with him. (me fr bc thats my man idc!!!😅) he comforts you with this 24/7 though & shows you in more ways than one that he is fully yours and you’re fully his.

♥︎. your laugh is the best medicine for him. he could anxious, sad, mad, etc, and with just the mere sound of your laughter he’ll be okay again. it’s his favorite song in the soundtrack of his life. he’d listen to it all day everyday. he tries to get you to laugh 24/7 & it works because you’re down bad, you think everything he does is hilarious, intentionally or not.

♥︎. you do little try on hauls for him when you go thrifting and always give him a runway show. he loves it, you’re the most adorable girl in the world in his eyes. he loves how comfortable you are with him and that you feel okay doing things considered to be “childish” with him.

♥︎. dirty jokes never go over his head and you love it. it could be the most niche thing in the world and they’ll always land with his slutty minded ass.

♥︎. he’s a silent jealously type, if a guys flirting with you he’ll stay quiet and just get more possessive via pda. he’s confrontational when he needs to be but doesn’t want to cause a scene over what he knows deep down is nothing. he knows it’s a price to pay when you’re with a FINEEEE ass bitch.

♥︎. when you’re back home though? the man is not hesitate to start an argument with you but it ends just as fast as it started, you both can’t be mad at each other for longer than 10 minutes. he’ll also give you make up kisses allll over your face.

HORNY BELOWWW, i’m not your parent but rwc

♥︎. or makeup sex. makeup sex is always an option. it’s actually your favorite way for him to apologize & his, you. you love the mans body! god forbid! it’s like all thoughts just leave your brain when you see him naked, he could get away with anything because you’re forever a ditzy girl around him unclothed.

♥︎. bro LIVES for when you ride him. he loves titties so being able to fuck you AND have your tits bounce in his face? closest thing to heaven.

♥︎. car sex 80% of the time. you both love the thrill of possibly getting caught but still maintaining a sense of privacy. plus it’s the only time you can be as loud as you want to. (he feels a lil bad afterwards though and makes sure to clean all the seats before his brothers get in)

♥︎. he’s a sucker for you in lingerie. he buys you some online all the time to surprise you. he loves when you give him a try on haul. it typically ends with him fucking you raw!! 🤗

♥︎. he hates when you get insecure. like HATES. he thinks you’re the most perfect person to exist and will not hesitate to overstim you so you can see just how much he practically worships you.

♥︎. speaking of overstim…. one night he’d gone so far that you squirted for the first time. since then he’d do absolutely anything to get you to do it. he finds it so hot and it’s such an ego boost that you did it for the first time with him. his new favorite thing about sex became when you soak his face.

♥︎. this!! man!! loves!! giving!! head!! your pleasure is his pleasure. he does it so well and makes you feel too good, you couldn’t possibly tell him no when he asks to eat you out at the most irregular times. he knows his way around your body and its the best thing in the world for both of you.

♥︎. morning sex is just…. like a staple of your relationship. it could be soft or rough, depends on how you both feel and just how far into it y’all get. it happens almost every morning. he’s always down for it and you’re always horny! (how could you not be when you sleep next to him?!)

♥︎. he is SO good with subtly turning you on. he knows exactly what you like and exactly what he’s doing when he does certain movements and gestures with his hands. he’ll post certain photos well aware of how insane you get with certain poses. he’s arguably more of a whore than you are and that’s saying… a lot. 😛😛

♥︎. turning him on is pretty easy, especially because of how much he loves everything about you. the sheer sight of you gives him a boner. you in a tight dress that hugs all the right curves?? practically nutting in his pants

#matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo headcanon #matt sturniolo oneshot #matt sturniolo imagine #sturniolo x reader

[firefly--bright]

Reiner Braun modern headcanons!!!

a/n : the jean one I did did pretty well as a post, so I decided to do for my babygirl too (19 yr old war criminal) :)

warnings : none!

tagging : @mrsnobodynobody

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• loves animals. TO DEATH like if he sees any stray puppies or kitties, he will rescue them immediately. he'll pull over just to get out of the car and save the babes

• piggybacking off of that, he's also a foster dad for these pets. like he'd take them in. he has two cats and they're kind of on the old side (because he felt bad just leaving them at the shelter), one of them has grey and white fur and he's named her McFlurry (yes) and the other one is actually a cat you and him adopted together - an orange tabby that the two of you named calcifer (from howls moving castle :) )

• used to play like all sports during his entire academic life. he's played so many sports at this point like you'd think you know a niche sport that you didn't think he'd know the name of? he's played it. even rugby.

• hates the way his nose looks, but starts loving it more after you develop a habit of tracing the contours of his nose with your thumb (it makes him sleep too)

• loves to cook! he'd make any experimental recipies that he found from an obscure source on Pinterest. it almost always turns out good but if it doesn't then he tweaks it up until it tastes good.

• like jean, he's kind of not really into physical touch at first, but the more you show it, the more he falls in love with your touch.

• extroverted introvert. feels the need to be nice and be friends with everyone (literally knows everyone you've ever bumped into) but he prefers to stay in and not talk instead. he's glad he gets to sit in silence with you because he feels fully comfortable with that.

• strangers to friends to lovers typa guy (I have a fanfic idea for this but I'm too lazy to write it), like he's seen you before and because he feels the need to know everyone's names and stuff, he decides to befriend you. he's not boisterous or cocky or overconfident, he's actually really nice and down to earth. you start getting closer, he starts working at the same place you work at, which brings you even closer and he falls in love

• and he falls HARD like. when you ask him if he can remember the one point in time where he realised he was in love with you, he doesn't have an answer, because with him, its kinda like... he fell for you in a collection of moments. like you brushed his hair away from his face and he's like "oh that's nice" and then you gave him a thoughtful gift for his birthday, again, he was like "oh that's...super nice" - just little moments like that made him Realize™

• has a complicated relationship with his mom but they're on okay terms now, like apart from the usual motherly criticisms, they're doing pretty well!

• blushes like a damn tomato. he cannot hide if he's flustered for the life of him.

• he tries to hide it, but he LOVES being pampered. he loves it when you massage his shoulders, he loves it when you put those under eye masks on him, loves it when you draw a bath for him, etc. like at first he feels,,, kind of like a burden when you do those things for him, but he slowly starts to think that maybe, just maybe, he deserves this.

• super patient. if you're having a bad day or something, not only does he immediately take notice, he'll wait for you. he'll ask if you want to talk about it or if you just want him to be there, and if you say you want space, he'll give it to you and wait for you to come to him when you need him.

• he knows how to braid hair because of Gabi. when he was 17, he'd braid gabi's hair into two pigtails whenever she came over to their house for the summer. (he's her favourite cousin and vice versa but both won't admit it to eachother)

• loves to knit!!!!! his ideal date is literally just cozying up on the couch with some blankets and hot chocolate or soup and just. knitting. if you like knitting or crocheting too then bonus points!

• speaking of knitting, he also wears chunky sweaters that his mom made for him. warm toned, chunky and soft sweaters are literally all his closet is made up of. except in the summers, he wears loose fitting tank tops in the summer heat.

• religious note-taker. if you share a class with him, expect him to furiously take notes at a godly speed every class. and it's not even a messy handwriting, it's actually recognisable letters that are pretty easy to understand. he'd give those notes to anyone who missed class that day.

• people rely on him alot, and at first in highschool he kind of felt pressured by it, but he's grown into that role. he's a gentle leader.

• speaks german. you'll find him speaking in German to Gabi and his mom whenever they call <3

• speaking of calls, he only picks up if it's a loved one calling him. Gabi sometimes calls him just to annoy him after her school day is over and she's just roaming around the house. at this point Reiner knows all the gossip in gabi's middle school, being super attentive when Gabi talks about her school. like he knows ALL the lore.

• loves watching those relaxing vlogs. like those cooking vlogs with nice music in the background and captions instead of voiceovers. he loves those.

• has prescription glasses only for reading <3

• overthinks so hard. like even if he goes out of his way to talk to and know people more, he hates the after-conversation anxiety that comes with it.

• when he kisses you, he kinda hugs you. like his hands aren't on your waist, they kinda wrap around your back and shoulder and his hands are spread out so that he feels more of your skin.

• loves calling you dove or angel, cause that's exactly what you are to him.

• talks with his hands, very expressive with his conversations. it's very easy to know when he's uncomfortable/doesn't like someone he's talking to when his hands are crossed over his chest.

• he writes. like journals all his feelings out. just like his note-taking, he's very on routine about it. every night, or every other night, he'd sit down at his desk and use the pen he's kept especially for this journal, and describe the day in detail. it helps him alot :)

• he kinda does this small little,,, soft exhale when he smiles. like his lips don't quirk up fully, but you know he's smiling because of that small sound.

• full bellied laughter kinda guy. you crack a terrible joke and he starts out letting a small tiny laugh at it and then it turns into a chuckle and then the next thing you know, he's clutching his stomach and wiping the tears from the corner of his eye because he's laughing so much. which is so ???? you tell him it wasn't even that funny but to him it very much Was.

• his reactions are SOOOO funny. like you're telling him a story and he'll have visible reactions to it. he'll cover his mouth with his hand if he gasps, put his hand on his chest in surprise, scrunches his nose in disgust - like he literally cannot hide his emotions.

• likes jazz and classical music. no I will not elaborate.

• can't Instagram. he uses emojis unironically. he has one (1) post and it's you and him together, eating ramen from the same bowl (a pic that bert took to send to porco)

• even if he doesn't use Instagram that often, he'll always check if you posted. if you've posted something then he will make it his personal priority to spam comment the heart eye emojis. your entire comment section is Reiner sending 🥰🥰🥰 and 😘😘😘 and 😍😍 and all the diff coloured hearts.

• loves taking pics of you against the sunlight or like. infront of a beautiful scenery. he likes taking goofy candid pictures too, but the ones where you're just being lit up by the sun are his favourite because finally, there's an actual accurate picture of how he sees you.

• overall, the Reiner I have in my head in a modern a.u. is incredibly soft and will dance with you in the living room in the dark with no music playing because that's how in love with you he is.

#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #Reiner braun x you #reiner braun x y/n #attack on titan #headcanons #fluff

[lambertdiary]

heyy so obviously i'm a big swiftie and i know you like taylor swift so i was hoping you'd be down to write something about Dalton staying up with you to listen to the new album (or 1989 tv) but he's too tired and falls asleep in your bed and feels guilty next day

happy youre back btw! i missed concept fridays

YES I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT! I definitely stayed up to listen to 1989 tv last week and I have to admit I’ve barely listened to anything else since it came out. (Also I’m sorry if this one is too niche or specific, and it came out REALLY long and cheesy for some reason 😭)

The clock almost struck midnight, and Y/N couldn’t be any more excited about it. The new Taylor Swift rerecording was about to come out and she was counting down the minutes to finally listen to it.

She knew it was gonna be a long night if she wanted to listen to the whole album, so she told Dalton she wouldn’t be able to make it to breakfast next morning, but he immediately insisted he’d stay up with her, anything to spend time with his girlfriend.

Dalton wasn’t unfamiliar with staying up this late, given he had a complicated relationship with sleep which is why Y/N didn’t feel too guilty about having him to stay up with her, he insisted anyway, but he had been doing that every single night this week and right now, it felt like his body was begging for the sleep he didn’t get during the week.

“So this album came out in 2014?” He asked her as she handed him his dinner, climbing on her bed and sitting next to him.

“Yes, but she’s releasing Taylor’s Version tonight” “But why?” “Dalton, we’ve been through this before”

Dalton gave her a smile, he knew exactly why but he just loved to listen to her talk about the things that she loved or cared about “I know. And don’t worry, I promise I won’t interrupt you when you’re listening to it”

“Baby, it’s not like I’m gonna bite you” She laughed, but Dalton’s yawn interrupted her “You know you don’t have to stay with me, you can go back to your dorm”

“No! I offered to stay with you so I will” He stopped for a moment before saying “Unless you don’t want me to”

“Stop, of course I do” She leaned in for a quick kiss, softly smiling against him “I know you don’t really like her music but-”

“Who says I don’t?”

“I guess you did” She replied with an unsure tone as she tried to remember if he had ever said such a thing.

“I never said that. Plus, I kinda have to, that’s pretty much all we listen to” They laughed and Y/N could feel her face get red and her heart skip a beat, if there’s anything she loved the most about Dalton it was the way he showed interest in the stuff she cares about, instead of shaming her for them.

“I love you” She leaned in for another kiss, this time longer one. But not too long, since the alarm on Y/N’s phone went off and interrupted them.

“It’s out!” She took her headphones and handed one to Dalton. 

He happily took it and smiled at the sight of his girlfriend being so happy and excited to listen to the rerecording “What are we gonna listen to first?”

“I guess in order, I’m too nervous to jump straight to the vault tracks, or even to my favourite song”

After a moment of staring at the album cover, she took a deep breath and finally pressed on play.

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed as soon as ‘Welcome To New York’ started, Dalton’s smile growing.

Y/N listened to the songs carefully, paying full attention to every little detail on it and when it ended, she briefly shared with Dalton her thoughts, and he could easily tell she was loving it so far. 

He was listening to her with pleasure while he ate his dinner, and once he was done with it he asked Y/N if they could cuddle. He was feeling a little tired and he figured laying down for a moment might help. 

She had her back against the headboard as she nestled Dalton between her legs, his head using her front as a pillow and her laptop resting on his lap. 

He started to feel better, his mind and body immediately relaxing as his breathing synced with hers. What he didn’t realise is that he was feeling too relaxed, and he didn't even notice when his mind started to doze off.

“Oh, it’s time for vault tracks” She looked down at Dalton as she waited for an answer, but an even bigger smile appeared on her face when she saw his peaceful face.

She carefully took her laptop and put it next to her, placing a kiss on the top of his head before taking out Dalton’s headphone.

Y/N didn’t know for how long she stayed awake, but she listened to the vault tracks a handful of times before officially going to bed.

The next morning Dalton was the first one to open his eyes, squinting at the sudden light that was coming through the window. He yawned and rolled over to face Y/N, immediately remembering why he woke up there.

“Oh no” He whispered as he looked for his phone to check the time, he was sure it was somewhere under the covers.

The sudden movement made her slowly open her eyes, softly smiling at Dalton before greeting him “Hey”

He looked at her, an apology written on his face “Sorry baby, did I wake you?”

She let out a giggle “Kind of. What are you looking for?”

“My phone”

“On the desk” She pointed at her desk and Dalton thanked her as he reached for it, laying back down next to her after he looked at the time.

“I’m sorry”

“Why?”

“For falling asleep, I said I’d stay up with you”

“Dalton it’s okay, I know you were tired”

“But I promised-” “And you were here with me” She cut him off “Honestly it was really nice to listen to the first half with you, but I don’t care that you fell asleep, if anything it made it less embarrassing to freak out about the vault tacks”

“Why would that be embarrassing?” She shrugged her shoulders, her shy eyes trying to avoid his stare “Well, I still wish i didn’t fall asleep so I could freak out with you”

She blushed as she got closer to him, gently placing a kiss on his lips “We can still listen to them, you missed like half the album” “And what did you think of it?” “It was amazing, and she released a deluxe version with Kendrick Lamar”

They went to town to get some breakfast, listening to the rest of the album on their way there. He didn’t care what they were doing or what they were listening to, and she didn’t care if he fell asleep, as long as they were together, they were happy.

#concept friday #dalton lambert concept #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert x you #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert fluff #insidious #insidious the red door #insidious 5 #ty simpkins #taylor swift #1989 taylor's version #taylor's version #1989 tv

[bts-hyperfixation]

MTL

Be as obsessed with something funny/ nerdy/ pop culture as ARMY is with them

M2L to have an obsession

Yoongi: Basketball fanboy. He has admitted to writing fanfiction. The queer brain always seems to gravitate towards obsessive culture, at least everyone I know in that space does. And like I’m not saying yoongi is forsure queer... He has the vibes though that put him firmly in at least that sort of friend group and you do not get through those friend groups without unhealthy attachments to some form of Celeb.

Jungkook: I’m not sure if he still does because they haven’t appeared in his lives lately, at least not the snippets I’ve seen. But didn’t he used to have loads of action figures in display cases. Like so many models, but the rest of his apartment was pretty bare? Literally looks my apartment... He is also pretty nerdy about marvel and stuff so he is the most likely to obsession collect. Also this man is just as obsessed with us as we are with him right now...

Namjoon: So it isn’t what we tend to think of as an obsessive media because it’s normalized, but that’s awful big attachment he has got to art. I think meeting the right artists would blow his mind and have him fangirl stumbling. Honestly for the right artist he is going to be trying to get that NDA the same way we do when we shave out legs for concerts....

Seokjin: The amount of gaming he does leads me to think he has obsession potential but I couldn’t say whether he’d get army levels of attached. If he was a regular human I could see him being a convention goer and trying to score tickets to Nintendo direct etc.

Jimin: I think if he could find the right interest it could have him trying to be a fanartist type but it would be an obscure fandom niche that doesn’t really have a rabid base, more casual and friendly observation among a small group.

Taehyung: I think Tae has too wide an array of interest to get hyperfixated on any long enough to get invested on fandom culture. Although I think he is a casual observer of all his past interests.

Hoseok: Gets way too many bitches to be on our level of fandom. Has too much of an internat free existence to be plagued by such things. Might get into a plushy line like the line friends if he had a partner that collected them.

#bts #bts imagine #bts m2l #bts most likely #namjoon #yoongi #seokjin #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #hoseok #bts fic #kpop fic #ask

[searchingwardrobes]

Scarborough Fair: 8/?

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter! We just moved into a new house, and at first we didn't have internet. I also felt that every spare moment needed to be spent unpacking and getting the house all set up. I finally escaped to Barnes and Noble to write because I just can't do it at home right now! Anyways, I hope the contents of this chapter make it up to you. We're getting to the good stuff ;)

Is the situation Emma is in as a pregnant foster teen accurate? I really have no idea, but it's in the book Impossible that this is based on. I also have no idea if you can make a shirt like that. Again, I'm going by the book Impossible. I'm not following it exactly, but those two plot points were kind of important, so I left them in. Anyways, things are going to keep getting steamier from here on out, though our lovers are far from out of danger. Plus, we've still got Snow, David, and their kingdom out there somewhere, so hang on, folks! It's gonna be a romantic yet bumpy ride.

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

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Chapter Eight:

The entire family jumped right in to help Emma solve the riddle that had defeated her mother. Liam dove back into every bit of research he had accumulated about the song Scarborough Fair. He and Ingrid met with the art professor he had mentioned who had done her dissertation on textiles. Elsa talked to the scientists on board ship and zoomed with the family every single day. Even Anna found her niche, taking Emma to the library and helping her check out every book available about pregnancy and childbirth. 

And Killian? He was the rock she could lean on. The one who made her smile or laugh just when things got too heavy. He also ran whatever errands he needed to: taking Emma to her first prenatal appointment, shopping for a long list of different types of fabrics at the craft store to make this impossible shirt, and going for a late night ice cream run when Emma’s cravings started. In some ways, nothing changed.

Yet his declaration of love still hung in the air. He hadn’t brought it up again, hadn’t treated her any differently, hadn’t asked her on a date or tried to get physical. He was giving her space to decide what she wanted, and it honestly was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. 

At the same time, Emma was confused. She had always loved Killian, of course. But was it romantic love? She could even admit she had been physically attracted to him at times, but did that mean she was in love with him? Did she even want something like that right now, when she was processing having a kid of all things and still healing from a violent rape? Did Killian fully understand what he would be getting himself into? Did she want to burden him with all her crap? 

She was just completely and utterly confused. 

Then, as if she didn’t have enough to worry about, Ingrid came home one day from work visibly shaken. The entire family stilled in the process of getting dinner on the table when they saw her standing in the kitchen, her face ashen. 

“What is it?” Liam asked, his voice filled with dread.

“Emma,” she said, her voice choking on her foster daughter’s name, “Liam and I need to talk to you. Immediately.”

Killian found Emma later, sobbing in her bed. When she poured it all out to him, he was livid. 

“This is absolute shit! I can’t believe they would do that!”

“They would, and they can,” Emma explained as she hugged her pillow to her torso. “Because I’m still technically in foster care, my baby automatically is, too.”

“They can’t just take it away from you!”

Emma shrugged. “Ingrid and Liam are no longer licensed to take in infants. I either have to find somewhere else to live, or my baby will be put in a different foster home.”

“Can’t they just get licensed?”

Emma shook her head. “It’s a year-long process of paperwork and visitations from social workers. I’m due in five months! Killian, what am I going to do? Where am I going to go?”

She began to sob again, and when Killian eased into the bed next to her and put his arms around her, he could feel the small swell at her abdomen where her baby was growing. He felt a strong desire to protect them both. 

“We won’t let them take you or the baby away from us. We’re a family.”

“That’s what your brother said. Exactly.”

Killian chuckled. “Of course he did.”

“But Killian,” she choked out, “what happens if I don’t solve the riddle? I was comforted at least knowing my baby would be safe and raised by Ingrid and Liam, but now . . .”

She sobbed again against his chest, and he held her tight. “I won’t let that happen,” he vowed. “You aren’t going to go mad, Emma, you won’t. We’ll solve this. All of it. Together.”

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The only time Emma’s family ever used the formal dining room was on Thanksgiving. Someone always had to actually dust the table and air out the room, but Ingrid always insisted they “do Thanksgiving right,” even down to the old chipped china plates with the maple leaf border. 

So it felt odd to be in here now with the warm summer sun spilling through the window and shining on the ancient area rug. Assorted fabrics littered the table and a sewing mannequin stood in the corner, the headless and limbless torso sending an ominous shiver down Emma’s spine. 

“So this one is probably our best bet,” Ingrid explained. 

She cradled the bundle of scratchy, thick fabric and held it out to Emma who reached out and ran her hand over the coarse woolen felt. 

“That feels like it would make the most uncomfortable shirt in the history of the world.”

Ingrid shrugged. “Does it really matter? You wet this fabric, mold it to that torso over there, and according to Dr. Freemont, when it dries, it will hold together.”

Emma took the fabric and nodded. “So then we have it. A shirt made without needle or seam.”

“Who’s gonna wear it, though?”

Ingrid and Emma whirled around at the sound of Killian’s voice. Emma’s mouth went dry immediately. He stood there, his hair wet with sweat, and his chest bare. Emma couldn’t stop staring at it. She used to think chest hair was gross. She was wrong. Killian’s was thick and dark, and it set her pulse pounding. Realizing just how long she’d been ogling him, she dragged her gaze up to his face. He gave her a knowing grin as he lifted a carton of milk to his mouth and took a swig. 

“Where the hell is your shirt?” Emma snapped.

“Where the hell is your glass,” Ingrid added drily. “You’re not the only one who might like some milk, you know.”

“I just got home from work, and I’m hot,” Killian responded, as if that explained everything.

Emma tried really, really hard not to think of the other connotation of the word hot, but she was failing. Killian hadn’t brought up his declaration since that fateful dinner last week, and Emma was still trying to process it. Yet ever since, she was hyper aware of Killian’s presence. 

His lack of a shirt didn’t help, either. 

“Pour that milk in a glass, Killian, I’m not kidding,” Ingrid said in her rarely used mom voice. 

“Sure,” Killian said, sauntering back towards the kitchen. He gave Emma one more backwards glance with a delighted smirk on his face. Emma’s face heated several degrees. 

“I think I know what he means, though,” Ingrid sighed.

“What?” Emma asked, her head still a little fuzzy.

“Is it really a shirt unless someone actually wears it?” 

Emma sighed in exasperation. “So have someone wear it.”

“I’ll do it.”

They whirled back around to find Killian standing in the doorway again. He had a glass of milk in one hand and a stack of Oreos in the other. He still hadn’t donned a shirt. Emma found herself staring again, admiring the way a summer working in construction had toned his muscles. She dropped the fabric she’d been clutching in her hands and swore under her breath as it rolled across the floor. Killian smirked at her, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap it off his face or kiss him senseless. 

“Well,” Ingrid said, seemingly oblivious to the sexual tension in the room, “if Killian’s going to wear it, then that makes things a little more complicated.”

“Why?” Emma and Killian asked simultaneously. He had stepped further into the room, and his close proximity almost made Emma lose hold of the fabric she’d just stooped to pick up. 

“Well, if we mold the shirt to that torso over there, and it dries, I don’t think it will fit him.”

“So measure me,” Killian said, taking a bite of a cookie. His back was to Emma now as he addressed Ingrid, and it was just as distracting as the front of him. He had freckles across his shoulders, and a few along the small of his back. 

“That won’t work.” Ingrid shook her head. “The fabric doesn’t work that way. Not if we’re trying to make it without needle or seam. We’ll have to mold it to your body.”

Emma gave a little squeak at Ingrid’s words and nearly dropped the fabric all over again. To Killian’s credit, he didn’t acknowledge her reaction.

“What would that entail?” he asked casually, taking a sip of his milk. 

“I’m not sure,” Ingrid mused, tapping her finger on her chin. 

Silence fell for a moment, the only sounds from Killian snacking on his milk and cookies. Then Ingrid suddenly clapped her hands together. 

“I’ve got it! Duct tape!”

Killian’s eyes widened. “If you wrap me in duct tape, you’ll never get it off. Not without taking my skin with it.”

“You could wear a shirt,” Emma said. 

“You made that clear already,” Killian smirked at her. “I told you, I’m hot.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “I mean for the duct tape. You wear a white undershirt, I wrap it in tape, then I can put the shirt, molded to your torso, on the mannequin. Then I make the shirt.”

“You’d need to be wearing the shirt when she tapes it,” Ingrid clarified. 

“I figured that,” Killian nodded.

Emma’s throat went suddenly dry. She’d have to put her hands on his body. She’d have to be in extremely close proximity to him. She was equal parts giddy at the thought and terrified. She was light-headed just thinking about it. 

“Perfect,” Killian announced with a grin. “When do we start?”

Emma wanted to ask Ingrid if she would do it for her, but she couldn’t risk that. The riddle implied that Emma had to make the shirt herself. She steeled herself and turned to Killian. 

“Shower so you don’t stink, and then we’ll get to work.”

“As you wish,” he told her with a mock bow before he turned from the room.

Ingrid, still oblivious to the fact that Emma was practically swooning and trembling simultaneously, turned away from the dining room table and grabbed her purse from a nearby chair. 

“Since you’ve got this under control, I’ll head to the supermarket. Anything you need?”

Slightly dazed, Emma managed to shake her head “no.”

“Great, I’ll see you kids later.”

In the kitchen, Killian rinsed his dirty glass and put it in the dishwasher. He smiled to himself as he headed up the stairs. He hadn’t pressed Emma in any way since his declaration. Whether she shared his feelings or not, he’d told himself, he would still be there for her. Yet the way she’d reacted to him just now gave him hope. Maybe he would win her heart after all. 

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“Sit right here,” Emma instructed, pointing to the dinner room chair directly in front of her. Killian obeyed, and when he looked up at her, his eyes didn’t hold teasing as she’d expected. They were tender and vulnerable. Emma swallowed nervously.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told her.

“I’m not,” she scoffed.

“You’re holding that roll of tape so hard, your knuckles are turning white.”

Emma scowled at him and pulled a long strip of tape from the roll. He blanched, and she laughed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” she told him. 

He swallowed, and she followed the motion of his adam’s apple. She licked her lips as she drew closer, touching his arm gently as she raised it.

 “I’ll start with the sleeves,” she explained unnecessarily. 

She had to slip her fingers beneath the fabric to make sure she didn’t accidentally tape his skin. She thought she heard an intake of breath from his throat as her fingers skimmed his bicep, but maybe she’d imagined it. She wound the tape around and around the sleeve of his shirt, but when she began to wrap it around his shoulder blade, she had to step closer to him. He spread his legs to allow it, and she leaned over him, her breasts pressing against his collarbone. The sharpness of breath this time was impossible to ignore. She paused and locked eyes with him - he face was so close to hers . . . 

“Did I hurt you?”

He pressed his lips together and shook his head, so she continued. Was his breathing becoming shallow, or was that her? Was that his heart thumping so fast, or her own? When she wrapped the tape around his chest, she could feel a “thump, thump” beneath her palm. 

“Um, Emma, give me a second.”

Killian grabbed a throw pillow from the wingback chair in the corner of the dining room then resumed his seat. He clutched the pillow in his lap, and his face flamed all the way to the tips of his ears. 

“Oh,” Emma breathed softly. 

Killian swallowed thickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Emma said, her own cheeks warm. 

“I just don’t want to freak you out . . . or scare you or anything. You know, because . . . because of him.”

Emma shook her head, tendrils of hair brushing her cheeks where they fell from the messy bun on the top of her head. She bit her lip as she got lost in his eyes; darker than usual and stormy. She stepped close again, between his legs, and she almost laughed when he clutched the pillow tighter. 

  “Emma,” he groaned, his eyes falling shut. 

“I’m glad,” she said, her own voice deep and trembling, “that I have that effect on you.”

“You do?” 

He opened his eyes, and she nodded. Her hands shook as she lifted them and rested them upon his temples. She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was softer than she had imagined. He tipped his head back and watched her intently. She thought of him the other night, stating so matter-of-factly that he loved her. He had said it as something unshakable and infallible. Something as predictable and steady as the seasons. Then they had gone on as they always had, with no demands that she respond to his declaration in any way. 

“And you could never scare me, Killian,” she clarified. 

Then, suddenly, she was kissing him. She was kissing Killian in the middle of the dining room. His torso was half wrapped in duct tape, he was helping her make this crazy, ridiculous, magical shirt . . . 

And she was kissing him. He was kissing her back. He was kissing her back after declaring his love for her at the kitchen table. He was kissing her thoroughly, his tongue exploring her mouth, even though she hadn’t said it back.  Or maybe it didn’t matter, she wasn’t sure. After all, this was only the second boy she’d ever kissed. But no, she wasn’t going to think about that or him. Not when Killian was kissing her within an inch of her life.

The pillow he was clutching fell to the floor when he wrapped his arms around her, and Emma could feel his arousal through his jeans and pressing into her. For a split second, fear tried to grab hold of her, but it was banished quickly. He wouldn’t just take her; he wasn’t like that. 

Killian pulled away, and Emma was shocked to hear a whimper slip past her lips, especially when he stood up from the chair and took a step back. Why was he pulling away, when they - oh.

He was sinking down on one knee, and she suddenly wondered if she were dreaming. It all felt so surreal, and he was still half wrapped in duct tape. Maybe Snow had whacked her in the head with one of those bottles after all, and all this time she’d been in a coma at the hospital. It would explain so much, honestly. 

“Emma,” he said, (and were those tears gathering in his eyes?), “I know this is a lot to ask of you, since you haven’t even told me yet how you feel about me. And this is something I think I always knew I would do eventually, just not now.” 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and continuing. His words reverberated in her soul, and she knew he was right, they were always going to arrive here, somehow. She knew it the same way she knew her own reflection. 

“But with everything going on, I don’t want to wait. I know you face an uncertain future, Emma, but I always want to be by your side. So, will you marry me?” He didn’t even pause for her answer, but plunged ahead. “It makes so much sense, if you think about it. I mean, we’re going to break this curse, Emma, we will. We won’t give up, ever. But, I know you worry, and if I’m your husband, you won’t have to. You’ll know I’ll be there for the baby. It will be mine, legally. It won’t end up in foster care. Not that anything’s going to happen to you, I swear to you it won’t, but if I can ease your burden . . .”

He trailed off, and Emma sank to her knees right along with him, reaching out to cup his face in her hands. 

“And if I do go insane -”

“You won’t!”

“But if we don’t break the curse . . .”

“I’ll take care of you,” he said solemnly, “always and forever.”

It would be selfish of her, she knew that it would, to ask that of him. Nevertheless, his vow felt like the sun breaking through the darkest of clouds, and she knew she couldn’t refuse his gift. Her hands slipped down his shoulders, then his arms, and she clasped his hands tightly in hers. 

“I love you.”

It wasn’t, she discovered, difficult to say. It was just so true, so undeniable, like how she knew the sun would come up each morning. His smile was bright and blinding, and she smiled too at the sight of his dimples. They had been so rare lately. 

“Does that mean yes?” he asked her teasingly. 

A tear slipped down her face, and she found she couldn’t speak. She nodded, and he understood. Everyone would say they were crazy, of course. He was nineteen, and she was seventeen. It was absolutely insane. Ingrid and Liam wouldn’t like it, she was sure, but she also knew they wouldn’t stop them.

 He dried her tears with his thumb, then traced her lips before kissing her tenderly. The kiss continued as they clung to one another in blissful, shining faith and hope. In that moment, she believed him: They would break the curse. 

Emma and Killian were so wrapped up in one another, they didn’t notice the slight shaking of the house or the rainbow colored light that swept through the room. 

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It wasn’t the first time Robert Gold had entered the Swan/Jones home when the family was gone. He had explored every nook and cranny, flipped through photographs, smelled their clothes. He knew this family; every weakness to be exploited had been sifted and examined. 

Yet the house had never protested like it did today, and when he turned towards the dining room, he could clearly see why. 

It was a shirt. Hideous, smelly, and dripping wet, but a shirt nonetheless. When it dried, it could even be worn. 

“Well, well, well,” he muttered, reaching out a hand towards it. 

Almost immediately, he recoiled, the shirt burning him before he’d even grazed it. Magic radiated from it. The glamor spell he always wore faded, and his hands turned a scaly green, nails yellowed and gnarled at each finger tip. It wasn’t just the shirt, he realized. The entire dining room reeked with the magic, and he was in pain from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. 

“Of course you’re in pain, Dark One.”

He writhed on the ground and cried out as a much younger face pulled away from his ancient, twisted one. 

“Stop fighting me!”

“I’m doing all this for you, son!”

“Are you, Papa?”

“I got her for you, didn’t I?”

“But I can’t keep her!”

The Dark One could no longer hold onto the shared body, and the younger man stood to his feet, opened the front door, and walked out onto the sidewalk. Neal Cassidy was the name he preferred in this realm, a name that Rumplestiltskin hated. Baelfire was his name: a strong, powerful name.

“Oh Papa,” Baelfire - Neal - whispered, “settle down and cooperate.”

“You know I’ll take over again eventually.”

Neal didn’t argue. Instead he clenched his jaw and gritted his next words through his teeth. 

“This won’t work forever. You’re losing, and you know it.”

“They only finished the first task. They’ll never complete the rest. Not in time, anyway.”

“But that magic - you know exactly what that was.”

Ah yes, he did. True love. He wasn’t worried. The Dark One had defeated true love before, and he would do it again.

#cs ff #cs fanfic #captain swan fanfic #captain swan ff #cs impossible au #cs au #lieutenant duckling #modern fantasy #angst #cs angsty august #captain swan angsty august #impossible au

[melodyofthevoid]

Writing Wrap Up 2023

Another weird year, to be sure. Between finishing up school, job hunting, moving out, and all sorts of family things, it's been... a really slow year. It's a feeling I keep coming back to, this feeling like I'm not doing enough. Like there's some invisible deadline that I'm failing to meet. And that failure is what's keeping me from getting any enjoyment out of the works I do finish.

But that's not really... helpful, is it? Loathe as I am to admit it, focusing on what I did accomplish makes me feel better and it is worth celebrating, I think. Darn therapy actually giving me helpful tips and advice.

Now, most of what I wrote this year I shared exclusively with friends. Tbh this is both because it's all been pretty self indulgent OC stuff ngl, but also it's niche content for my DnD characters. But both Lorna and Alexi got some really excellent pieces, and Euripheus' origin/demise piece was another one I enjoyed doing.

Except for the part where I had to write an awkward family discussion/fight. Nearly did me in.

On a different note, Alexi's AU piece clocks in at nearly 10k words, which is the longest one-shot I've ever done. Bonkers. I really just wanted to torment him, huh?

Aside from that, I've been diligently chipping away at my worldbuilding documents, each of which is wildly different in construction/layout. Mostly due to their different reasons for being, and purposes. The OI one is the least developed as of now, but I hope in the next week to really dive into (hah) the nations and make those tangible cultures. My Fading Reflections one only really needs a timeline and some loose details added here and there.

The Sun/Moon game concept expanded to having a separate NPC doc, and I'm testing out how the dialogue could theoretically sound. In Stars and Time really inspired me, and I think it'll be a fun little side project as I side eye other things.

Then my big one, the Crane Wives Analysis. It's the first time I've ever done something like that and it really gave me a deeper appreciation for a band I already adore. 20k words over the course of the year, with half of those coming in November alone when I did NaNoWriMo for the first time! Not the traditional way that event works, but I completed all my goals, so hooray!

I also did nearly half of the Whumptober prompts I picked out, and am still doing those when I feel stuck.

I don't know where this next year will take me in terms of writing. I'm starting my new job, which while extremely exciting, does raise the question of Time. I'm on my own, going to have to do all the Adult Things™, and free time is definitely going to be at a premium. It does worry me, but I'll adjust (I hope).

So yeah! I'll attach links to some of my works below the cut, and wish you all a happy new year! Thanks for sticking around!

The Well Analysis

TCW: Singles

True Reflections (Magnus Archives Fanstatement)

TCW: Foxlore

TCW: Coyote Stories

TCW: The Fool in Her Wedding Gown

TCW: Safe Ship, Harbored

"Captive"

Bodies Are Business

Reassignment

#melody rambles #my writing #I'm sure there's some of y'all who've followed me this year who're reading this like #'they write? I just thought they posted memes about writing' #which is fair #Just really haven't had the drive to post my stuff that I've done #I'm trying to separate my need to write from my desire for feedback/responses ig #anyways #but I think my stuff is getting better on the whole

[callsign-bunnie]

Hi, I was just curious because I didn't know if this was just my device being weird but what happened to your pfp? I didn't know if this was just me. Have a nice timeszone!

Yes, I put my PFP back to the default.

So, around 08/18, I'd resolved myself to quitting Tumblr. Nothing new that I was posting was getting the attention I'd prefer it to and it's just been getting exhausting.

Posting to Tumblr takes a lot of energy for me, and more and more it just feels like the things I want to write and post don't do well where the AUs that I don't really like do very well and it's incredibly exhausting to be stuck in that cycle.

I'm not faulting anyone, I know my tastes fall on the more niche side of things.

So, I'd just kind of decided to quit? But, then I was reminded of how many active projects that I have, so I decided not to quit, fully.

When I talked to someone else in the fandom about how frustrating the lack of engagement was, they sort of told me "You shouldn't be writing for engagement, you should be writing for you. Post it anyway." To which I will say;

I do not get paid for this. If I'm writing for myself, it's staying in Google Docs where I control every bit of formatting down to the font size. I have quite a few projects that will probably remain in Google Docs because I know they're not going to do well and I'd prefer not to waste the energy to post them.

And, again, I'm not getting paid to do this. If I was writing like one or two chapters a week, maybe it'd be different, you know? But I was doing asks and chapters and trying to consistently make tweets and chats and headcanons. And it was fun! I wasn't at risk of burning out, because I was getting interaction and engagement.

But then the fandom died and so did interaction and engagement.

So, posting became less and less worth it.

The issue is not writing, I still write plenty. Fuck, I have things that I'm actively writing, that I still plan to post! I have something that is purely Ghost centered that I've been working on in my free time, I have some stuff for the restaurant AU that I've been working on, I still plan to keep working on Regency AU. To the people still asking for Teeth and Skin, I am working on it, I just wanted to restructure some things and I plan to take a soon to be empty slot to work on the character cards and some side info, soon.

I think one of the things that also really pushed me away from wanting to keep writing on Tumblr was getting no replies/reblogs on something and so I'd quit posting it and then I'd get several asks begging for it to continue. I wouldn't need to be begged, if it was getting interaction, you know? Since I post in high amounts, if I post something and it does not good, then I won't keep posting it because I have other projects that people do like.

On top of that, several of who I considered to be friends have left COD so I don't really have anyone to talk to about it. I love my wife but we have very differing opinions on COD and the characters, so we actually rarely discuss it.

Then, of course, there's the fact that I am incredibly picky. I know this, I admit it. I'm really picky about what I write. Particularly when it comes to smut/abo. I can't really explain why, just that, for me, top/bottom and alpha/omega goes into their character traits, which generally tend to be things I don't really budge on.

I have several projects and asks that I'd like to finish and then I think I'll reassess. As it stands, I don't know if I'll be staying or quitting.

#bunny speaks

[madefate]

NAME?: claire

PRONOUNS?: she / they

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: blitzø, loona, bee, striker

RP PET PEEVES?: honestly idek anymore ?? the usual stuff bothers me - shitty anons, really excessive drama, etc. one niche pet peeve is when people assume that being "anti" whatever - uncritically shipping adults and minors and things along those lines - makes you some sort of militant prude? i simply feel the world is hard enough & the least you can do is tag your shit. but for the most part if i don't like something i just block & move on, and i never find any trouble these days.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i was talking about this with clarke & boy oh BOY, so technically i started a letter writing game with my best friend when i was a sophomore in high school, & then the next year was introduced to the world of xanga & i've never been the same. so - about 17 years!

EXPERIENCE?: looseleaf or emails, xanga, various forums, skype, tumblr, occasionally discord

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: honestly i'm an angst bitch. i was never really comfortable with writing smut until more recently, but even then i'm just like? mostly fine with it. fluff is super cute for little things, but it doesn't always spark my ADHD brain if there's not enough plot. angst is where it's AT for me - DIG into the trauma, LASH out, HAVE those ptsd responses, GET mad, DISCOVER something new! it doesn't even have to be angst - things like action! drama! whatever's really juicy and forces the characters to change / grow / admit something / break down / develop over the course of the thread, that's what i WANT.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: MEMES PLS. again, embracing ADHD here but 9 times out of 10, if i try to plot something i literally don't know what to say (unless it's an AU / canon divergence, etc). i'd rather just someone send me an ask or starter and i can let my thoughts race and write something that feels organic.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: i write so. fucking. much. and i won't apologize. however! i've been having fun w/ one liners recently.

TIME TO WRITE?: i try to type away at things at work, like draft some replies, but usually it's evenings and weekends!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: oh you mean the trauma of always feeling like you're failing and needing to be needed? lmao yes absolutely. however! since i'm a healthy bitch now, i ALSO put my therapy lessons into them! (eventually.) i also like to give my characters some of my own quirks or hobbies, so sometimes you get a little claire easter egg ;) obviously there are huge differences, but my emotions totally affect the characters i'm drawn to.

tagged. @fizzarollitm & @helldustedstories ty bbs! tagging. steal it from me!

#( ooc. ) #( mun. ) #( dash games. )

[lavender-creame]

i guess this is probably really niche but would you be able to write even just something short about Ryan with a reader who's like almost the same size as him? im afab and a lot of fics cater to smaller bodies and it always makes me feel like Ry wouldn't be into me like at all

if not totally feel free to delete this!! no pressure!! I hope you're having an awesome day!

Thank you so much for the ask, I hope I didn't take too long to reply! I hope your holidays bring you joy as we're rolling up to late December! Also, this isn't niche, or at least it shouldn't be. You are beautiful and deserve to see yourself as such!

| Minors DNI | 18+ only | 1.3k words

Summary: You and Ryan are about to go out on a group date, but you're not so sure about your outfit. Ryan shows you that you mean the world to him regardless.

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, oral (afab receiving)

a/n: Woah! 2 one-shots in a day? I know, right? I would have wrote this sooner, but unfortunately, I've been swamped with homework and studying. Anyways, I am confident that both Ryan and Matt love all body types, and I mean that genuinely. I try to write as non-specific as possible with body types because they are ‘x readers’ not ‘x oc’s’. This stands for my black and brown girls out there too- you are all beautiful and deserve inclusion for all skin, hair, and body types. Anyways here’s a small piece for my big, beautiful afabs out there <33 You can also find my stuff on a03 at lavender_creame

Once a month, Ryan and a few of his friends would all get together to do something fun, often taking the time to invite their significant others, as well. The late August air meant that it was the perfect season for some mini golfing and so when one of them found a popular course not too far away, everyone agreed that would be this month’s destination. 

Stepping out of the shower, you dried off before slipping on the outfit you had picked earlier, but when you saw yourself in the mirror with it on, you began to get a bit embarrassed. It was a casual outfit, just shorts and a crop top, and something that you figured most of the other girls would be wearing too, yet as you tugged at the hems to cover up more skin, the way your plush curves outlined the fabric made you second guess your choice of clothing.

Sighing, you stepped out of your's and Ryan’s shared bathroom to see him relaxing on the bed, probably scrolling through Twitter.

Hearing the door open, Ryan looked up, “Hey Babe, looking cute. If you're still wanting to get there early, we should probably leave soon if you're about ready.”

You blushed at his compliment before responding, “Thanks, Ryan. Yeah, I’m just grabbing a hoodie real quick."

He furrowed his eyebrows before responding, “Are you sure? It’s pretty hot outside.”

You nodded your head quickly, hoping that would convince him to drop the subject, “Yeah, I'm sure," you responded as you searched through your closet for a zip-up.

Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you from behind and you felt soft kisses dot your neck, "This isn't about your body, is it sweetheart?" Ryan urged you, lovingly.

The way he said that word sent shivers down your spine, yet you weren't ready to just admit it yet, you knew how he felt about your curves- he loved them, but you just couldn't see it. "Ryan, what if I just want something to wear in case I get cold?" You mumbled as you continued searching for the hoodie you needed.

Ryan chuckled slightly, still kissing your neck, "Then I don't mind holding it for you until you need it."

Ryan knew you too well, this wasn't the first time you had tried to change right before leaving, but he wouldn't have it this time. He could tell when you were trying to hide something.

"It's really no big deal Ry," you muttered while pulling the hoodie over your head "Really, I'm fine."

Ryan didn't respond immediately, instead opting to turn you around, pulling you into a deep kiss, "Talk to me, Baby, let's figure this out," he insisted, gently stroking your cheek.

Knowing you wouldn't win, you sighed, finally giving in, "I can't explain it, but the way my body looks in these clothes makes me feel like I'm not enough. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like I don't belong," you confessed softly.

Ryan gave you a sad smile as he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours, "Y/N, I understand how you feel, I still feel that way sometimes too, but we'll get through it together, okay?" he murmured as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smiled at his words, wrapping your arms around his waist, "Thank you for being here for me, Ry, but I'd still feel more comfortable with the hoodie."

After letting go of her for a moment, Ryan turned back to his phone and typed out a quick message, "I told the boys we might be a little late. I can't stop you from covering yourself up, but I can show you just how much I love your body," Ryan started kissing down your neck, unzipping the hoodie as he did so, "Okay?"

Your face heated, "Ryan! You've been looking forward to this for weeks!"

He smiled as he removed the rest of your clothes, "You're much more important to me than a few rounds of mini-golf, babe With that, he kissed you again as he stripped you down completely, making sure his lips stayed pressed to yours even after he finished undressing 

You melted in his arms, letting your eyes close in contentment. When you opened them once more, you felt Ryan's gaze on you, his hands caressing your sides slowly.

As Ryan stared down at you, his eyes glazed over with adoration. His lips forming a soft smile as he ran a hand through your hair, "You are truly beautiful, Y/N," Ryan admitted, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your nose.

You giggled as you blushed, reaching up to place a kiss on Ryan's lips. As the two of you pulled apart, Ryan moved to lay you down on the bed as he settled himself above. Reaching down, he trailed kisses along your collarbone until he reached your breasts, cupping them with one hand before moving his mouth down towards your abdomen and sucking softly. Your hips arched upwards instinctively, a soft moan escaping your lips. Ryan placed featherlight kisses along your stomach, teasingly running his tongue across the sensitive skin.

"All of this, I love all of this," he muttered. He continued to kiss and suck your stomach and hips, moving further down to trace the edges of your thighs.

His hands came to rest on either side of your hips, pushing you up slightly until your legs were wide open to him. Moving slowly, he began kissing his way up your inner thigh and between your folds. Before you could say anything, Ryan slipped his fingers inside you, causing you to let out a moan. With his other hand, he began gently massaging your clit with his fingertips, his mouth still kissing at your plush thighs.

When your back arched and your breath hitched, Ryan grinned against your skin as he continued to praise you, "Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful- especially like this. I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now, Sweetheart "

Unsure of how much longer you could last without coming, you moaned loudly, your fingers digging into the covers as you pushed your hips upwards, needing more friction.

Ryan's fingers sped up as he continued his ministrations, bringing you closer and closer to the e Ryan leaned forward to capture your lips, gently trailing down your chin and chest.  Your hips bucked, and your breathing grew heavy as you came undone beneath Ryan, a string of moans leaving your mouth.

"Come for me, Y/N," Ryan mumbled in your ear, "Come for me if you're the most beautiful person on Earth." 

Suddenly, you weren't sure you wanted to come, you weren't sure you believed him, but it was no use as your walls clenched tightly around Ryan's fingers. Ryan pulled his hand free of you, allowing you to catch your breath, before dipping his head in to place a chaste kiss on your stomach.

"Well, that settles it," Ryan chuckled, "We're all on the same page about that."

He stood up to grab a washcloth to wipe you down before helping you get dressed again, but he didn't leave the jacket on the floor.

"Y/N, I'm not going to make you wear anything you're uncomfortable in, I want you to have a good time above all else, so I'll bring the hoodie for you of course, but just know that I love you and your body regardless," Ryan said earnestly before placing one last kiss on your lips.

You smiled, thanking him before you checked your phone, "Ryan, oh my god, we're already 20 minutes late. We have to go, like right now."

Ryan chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he took your hand in his, unfazed by the time, just happy that you were feeling a bit better.

#ryan magee #ryan magee x reader #ryan magee smut #supermega #supermega x reader #supermega smut #sweethearts asking sweet questions #lavender creame writing

[writebackatya]

5, 11, 13, 14 for Up, Up, and Away (fanfic ask game)!

5: What part was hardest to write?

Just character stuff in general, mainly the interactions. I really wanted this to feel like it was a continuation of the show and to just capture every character right. Whenever I use any character for a story, I wanna make sure there’s a good reason why they’re there; whether it be contributing to the overall story or just having a memorable line. Look people click on stories just because they see a character they like in it, I like delivering on that

11: What do you like best about this fic?

The interactions. They were the hardest to write but they were also the most fun to write. There are plenty of dialogue exchanges that I’m really proud of that aren’t exclusive to the main characters of this story

And like I said in the last answer, this is a continuation of the story of DuckTales and I really wanted to show some growth with some characters as well as taking a look at the situation certain characters are in now compared to where they were when we first met them

13: What music did you listen to, if any? To get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

Honestly I usually put my songs on shuffle and occasionally search for specific songs when I write. I’ve said this in a previous post but if I pair a song with the story then chances are I listened to that song a lot when writing this story. So I’m So Humble from Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping played quite a bit, which I admit that movie was one of the inspirations for the Dewey storyline I have planned when I get to writing it. On the subject of that movie, I like to think the song Mona Lisa would fit well with the museum scene

And as for the back and forth dialogue I usually love to listen to certain rap battle songs, depending on how aggressive I want the scene to play out. Just that niche category of music that came from Epic Rap Battles of History and it’s many fan inspired channels

For the fight scene towards the end I wrote that Dewey played the song Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars for Gandra, which I did listen to while writing so I can visualize a fight scene in my head with that song. So that’s another one that can be listened to while reading

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Dewey Duck is the best triplet and is honestly more intelligent and talented than some people give him credit for

Gosalyn is a badass teen who has been through a lot and deserves a better life

Gandra Dee never deserved the backlash she got and is honestly one of the realest characters from DuckTales

All three of these characters have confidence I wish I had but then again those three tend to be too cocky for their own good

#fanfic ask game #shychick-52 #writebackatya #ducktales fanfiction

[sailorgundam308]

Maybe I should shut my mouth already, but this is my little space to vent and digress with stuff I need to keep bottled up elsewhere.

BG3 brought me back to fandom spaces after more than a decade and, while I know this could be just a generation gap thing, there are stuff I keep reading about or that sms throws at me randomly that is pretty annoying and even disheartening. Lots of younger/new people are engaging with the Forgotten Realms lore for the first time and it’s awesome. But I forgot how impassioned and intolerant fierce parts of fandoms can be.

It rubs me the wrong way how people in general tend to simplify things in order to either justify themselves or feel secure in regards to the world - which is a terrifyingly complex, irrational and nuanced thing we have absolutely no control over. Over the years I’ve surrounded myself with people that are fine with not knowing everything, not understanding all that’s going on, and who are okay with admitting there are things we’ll never grasp, points of view we’ll never have the authority to speak from. But the internet isn’t my bubble.

In regards to BG3 fandom - but I’d risk this is valid for a lot of places in and outside fandoms - there’s a lot of simplifying, flattening and denial of other experiences. The diehard straight folks at BG3 Reddit freak out because characters are pan, BG3 steam incels freak out because the women are “ugly”, BG3 tumblr users freak out (ironically) also because characters are pan, but in reverse. It’s a bit too much, especially when a lot of the fuel for divide is our own headcanons (which, let’s remind ourselves, can’t be wrong or right cause they exist for our personal entertainment and fantasy). Not to mention the game canon itself purposefully leaves a lot to be inputted by the player so we can head-customize our experiences. It’s the magic of rpg.

Still, there are these heated discussions that I can’t help but see stemming from simplification and labeling of things. This is shit that imo should not be happening still. I’ve mentioned here before how I dislike that people bat an eye on a character and, for example, decide what sexual orientation they should have. Generalizing, Shadowheart is straight because she is pretty and petite. Karlach is a lesbian because she is muscular and curses. Astarion is gay because he is slender and flamboyant - and so on. Mind you, they could very well be - but that is not the point. The point is passing judgement onto people based off appearance or demeanor alone.

Outside BG3 this reads as our daily encounters with ideas like: fat people are lazy, immigrants are uneducated (or less educated), hot girls are dumb, being slender is a desirable feminine trait, being muscular is a desirable masculine trait, poc are poor(er). Do some of these prove to be true on a case by case basis? Yes. Do some of these prove to be false on a case by case basis? Also yes. The fact is that some of these ideas are entrenched into the way people view the world. And that includes me and you. Even if you and I personally don’t do this, it doesn’t change the fact that a vast majority of people still do - and many of them unknowingly.

So when a niche community divides itself further to pass judgement onto fictional aspects of a game that is intentionally left so open to interpretation, to the point it creates feuds, it’s quite disheartening. It’s can’t be helped, perhaps, but it just plain sucks.

What specifically prompted me to write this, despite it being a ongoing feeling for a while, was the discussion around Halsin’s status of survivor/his backstory. And, again, there is a bias there that some people might not even realize. Astarion is the ideal victim in this regard, because he is the portrayal of fragility and attractiveness mixed in the right measure so his trauma can elicit sympathy and a sense of protection in many of us. Whereas Halsin isn’t necessarily the face of a traumatic experience for many. Not only physically (buff guy gets attacked?), but these two relate their experiences to us players differently, and act differently towards their trauma. It made me think again of the flattening of characters. This one can be a victim because “look at his face”. But this one? Not so much. It comes across as dismissing the “non-ideal” impersonation of that type of trauma.

Risking some oversharing, it’s the type of attitude that is putting me off from and isolating me within certain fan spaces - because my personal experiences are not quintessential “enough” for some, and my interpretations aren’t either. I’m in the lgbtqia spectrum but I’m not quite the “right kind of queer” (or, as some put it, fake queer, which is hilarious if nothing else). At least, my interpretation and depiction of queerness and gender within my favorite characters is not the one that is welcome in the spaces I tried to reach out to.

Far from me from claiming the epitome of trauma, but I’ve had my fair share. And I assume a lot of people have, too. So a little empathy or sympathy goes a long way, in reminding us our views (on headcanons) do not mean others’ are invalid.

How nice would it be that, instead of blurting out our first impressions because they are ‘easy’, we’d take a minute to just check if we’re saying what we’re saying out of an over simplistic view of things? Or, better yet, sometimes we don’t need to get out of our way to invalidate someone else’s experience. It’s mostly headcanon after all. Unless an idiot is going ‘round shouting nazi, racist, xenophobic, homophobic or misogynistic shit, there’s usually a way to turn around and leave them be (otherwise, fuck em up please and thank you.)

#blablabla

[gurggggleburgle]

Hi allow me to give another unhinged headcannon about pidw meta if it existed.

Ahem* if there were any gay✌ 'ships'✌ in the PIDW fandom they would be ugly bastard doujins in a similar vain of those few breath of the wild or SAO doujin ect where Bingge my boy gets topped among many other things (if you know you know) or people would 'ship' (saying ship feels wrong but it's the closest available word i have. the nature of fandoms for things like what PIDW would be irl doesn't really ship in the manner that tumblr users tend to think. It's more like they have abstracted an extra step away from the source material and the characters are exceedingly there to exist as dolls. We do this in our everyday fandom interacts but I notice in these spaces it never really feels like a connection to the character beyond vague surface traits and tends to focus more on physical body types and character archetypes. But with this in mind when it comes to shipping it means nobody is using Luo Binghe as a character just as a surrogate for themselves with the waifu they've chosen that week.) Mobei-Jun because he's the only actual male in the series with any credible screen time and even then it's like one of them gets turned into a girl or drawn overly feminine and girly because the primary straight cis male audience of a book like this isn't ready to ask that question about themselves yet. That or its futa stuff with a preestablished wife but there is a fair chance he's still topping.

Basically what I'm saying is if there are any Shen Qingqui and Bingge things that would exist they'd be like... Dead dove do not eat. Either some shen jiu shouting some phrases that only exist in hentai related to dicky wicky and being objects of sex (again if you know ya know). Or you may get the rarest of all a dark introspection sfw one that likely was written by one of the 2 existing hardcore female fans.

This my long winded way of saying while i enjoy the jokes in fanfic that Shen Yuan has read PIDW fanfic and knows there is BL shippers it would be even funnier for him to complain about the fact that anyone writes Bingge getting topped content at all (there is a favorite he's not admitting it). Or that people ship Mobei-Jun and Bingge. As that's ridiculous and doesn't make sense. They're just BROS bro. God don't make it gay.

Or, and I do think this is the funniest one, nobody is writing deep introspective fanfic or making comics about Bingge's emotional needs and is focused on the sex. Man is mad the mostly cis heterosexual (and probably incel laden) audience is too busy focused on the porn to think of the protagonists emotional needs. Or even just art of this broken man.

All of them losers focused solely on them tiddies while Shen Yuan is over here asking the real questions. The fanbase is busy making content meant to cater to their specific wants and fetishes with one guy in particular who just shows up all the time asking for such a niche thing. Enough that it's almost a meme. And they are all clowning on the guy who's claiming to hate the novel and asks them to take the book seriously.

also there is no way he would not review all of the fan content he stumbled on in great anti fashion. And getting a positive-ish comment from cucumber is actually considered by fandom a mark of shame. I just don't think the internet could resist clowning on this man further by not treating a cucumber approved work as a meme joke of shame.

#svsss meta #svsss #scum villain self saving system #shen yuan #sqq #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #scumbag system #pidw #luo bingge #i feel the most interesting thing about the meta narrative around pidw is how specifically male and toxic it would #by the nature of the book it just wouldn't cultivate a fanbase largely focused on that element #most people are probably there for the collecting women like pokemon because introspection on the power fantasy #is not a thing they are ready for

[youngster-monster]

I KNOW THAT THE DISCORD WIPS ARE A TRAVESTY BUT PRIOR TO THAT THE LAST TIME I OPENED A GOOGLE DOC WAS IN LIKE 2018 TO MAKE AN OC SHEET THAT AMOUNTED TO 100 WORDS AT THE VERY MOST!!!! I DID NOT REALIZE GOOGLE DOCS WAS EVEN AN OPTION I JUST USED IT FOR MY BAD CHARACTER SHEETS

also i cant in good conscience act like the discord wips were ancient history... it is with Shame that i kneel before your askbox and admit that it was in 2020 until like late 2021... after that i realized i could use google docs and now i swear on my life that my fics are organized i SWEAR

ive been hibernating since february (last fic completed let alone worked on Properly) so i am more skeletal than rotted at this point but surely . surely it will come back to me and i will go crazy again

LITERALLY IT IS SO DIFFICULT INTRODUCING CHARACTERS i tried to write oc content recently and it went so bad that i couldnt even stomach the idea of it anymore it is so DIFFICULT but fanfic? fanfic is so much Simpler in my brain. in terms of work i mean because at the point that im writing fanfic about something ive already gone so deep into the lore that i could name 8 niche quest npcs and their full backstory + all of my headcanons in the form of 300 very lengthy discord messages

oh my god. sorry but midway through this ask i just remembered that i still have something of a discord wip channel in use right now, but its not for full works and it IS for snippets. sometimes i have these little ideas in my head but theyre not good enough for a full fic so i just jot em down in a discord channel for (hopefully) later use.... the discord wips will never die

real talk? what you said about any finished work being an accomplishment makes me feel alot better about how irregular my fics are because i end up feeling guilty about how by the time my writers block is over, the fandoms are completely different .. and to be honest when you stop thinking about it it IS kind of funny because theres a. wow fanfiction and b. anime fanfiction. i wonder sometimes if people go to my page and have an aneurysm looking at the fandom list

WII RP???????? WII RP???????????? i wasnt allowed to do really anything with our wii because i was really REALLY young so perhaps this is only insane to me because i never did anything except use the wii to watch pucca in 240p but ON THE WII??????????????????

im going to be wojack pointing at the m3:r wip until the end of time and you can count on that, these two dead elves (and particularly how you write them!!!) have carved themselves into my brain and they refuse to pay rent

2021..... damn bitch you live like this!!

7 months of hibernation... you're getting preserved in a bog it's Fine. I spent a whole year writing Nothing, just rotting mostly, and now look at me ( < not normal) (writing though!)

Fanfics are so easy... and you get other people to bounce stuff off of too like if I crave content I can go yell to my friends about it. For OCs you need Context.... Lore..... who has the time!!! I mean I do I am a known oc enjoyer but still. What work

I do also have the snippet channel. And the snippet notes app. And the snippet google docs. And the snippet paper scraps. And– yeah okay I've escaped the indignity of discord wips but not that of Disorganized WIPs

I'm glad it helped! There's no such thing as 'moving on' for a fandom!!! I know anime fandoms tend to be fast moving but if you let your wip age some more you too can become 'the only person still writing this ship', and profit 😈

Listen. My parents could ground me from using my PC. They could take my DS. But by god they couldn't take away ALL the screens and if I had to point and click my way through writing a post about my sparklewolf daughter of hades then I WOULD. And did!! My wrist will never forgive me

#Asks #Anonymous #Love it when fic authors have wildly different fandoms #'final fantasy' 'baseball rpf' what. Okay. #Shaking Kael. Start paying rent richboy #It's good that you like my characterization of them because Christ alive I don't think it's in character anymore

[puzzle-paradigm]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @spaghettisaurusrex 💖💖😘

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 15! I had an old account with more but I nuked it because I hated a lot about it lol

2. What is your total ao3 word count? 85,708

3. What fandoms do you write for? DC, Wrestling, I have some doctor who ideas in my head that I’ve never put down.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? [redacted], blood and rage, [redacted] lol. Sorry, I posted some stuff anonymously a bit ago and it’s anonymous for a reason 👍

5. Do you respond to comments? Literally all the time I love comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably “bedtime stories” which is like. Kind of bad tbh but it’s about grief and responsibility and stuff.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? “Sooo… you’re some sort of superhero?” I low-key love that one it made me laugh writing it. It’s just stupid fun and I love it.

8. Do you get hate in fics? Nope! Either I’m writing things too niche to get hits, let alone hate, or in the stuff with more readers people have been really nice! But I’d probably be an ass to hate comments tbh.

9. Do you write smut? Yes.

10. Do you write crossovers? E and I have lol

11. Have you had a fic stolen? Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! But the original is deleted now

13. Have you ever co-written before? I mostly do! I like it, I like bouncing off someone, and all my weak points get covered!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Uhhhhh idk lol. I’m not picky? I can’t stand 90% off bat ships though.

15. A wip you want to finish but don’t you ever will? I don’t know honestly. I usually finish things eventually.

16. What are your strengths? Description, horror, describing horror (I like to write a grisly scene, it’s a favorite), and the unconventional use of adjectives

17. What are your weaknesses? Dialogue. I literally have to talk all my dialogue out loud (embarrassing!) so that I know it makes sense. Yes. All my dialogue. I also stuck at endings.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language for a fic? I don’t usually like it. It can be jarring. I’ve seen it done well but usually I’d rather stay clear.

19. First fandom you’ve ever written for? That I’ll openly admit to? Doctor who.

20. Favorite fic I’ve written? I’m with e on this one, “so that all can suffer anew” was such a joy, but the current wip… oh boy.

I forget who is and isn’t ok with being tagged but @ all my writer friends who want to!

#tag games #writing stuff

[dustofthedailylife]

just out of curiosity since you mentioned you only have a couple of ships, who do you ship in genshin?

*sweats*

Don't mind me as I panic because I'm literally scared of the shipping-side of fandoms in general (I've seen how people talk to each other on twitter when their ships don't align and, oh boy, I want nothing to do with that...) >.<'

But my ships are fairly popular aside from one... I guess? I have three I like. Just to give a specific number. And while I don't read or write ship fanfics, since I prefer x Reader, I do like to look at fanart occasionally.

I'll put them UTC because I assume some people don't want to read that on their timeline since this is primarily an x Reader blog <3

Zhongli x Guizhong

I've shipped them pretty much since I started playing the game in 2021. I got super invested into Zhongli's lore and eventually came across her name. Then I started digging deeper into her lore and theories about her and fell in love with her and the ship.

I suppose this is something of a niche ship? Especially now with the new Lantern Rite where GuiPing seems to have overtaken it. And I've already seen people attacked over shipping GuiLi because of that too on twt now... cause apparently it's homophobic to ship them now? Idk... make it make sense. This is why I usually stay out of this.

2. Cyno x Tighnari

These two... I swear Sumeru has changed me somehow because as I stated in prior asks: I'm usually not into shipping characters so whenever I start liking two characters I have a sort of "denial stage" at first where I'm like "nah, I don't ship them... or maybe... no.... yes?".

And at first I was like "yeah they're best friends, whatever"... then I saw more and more fanart and was like "yeah, you know what, they're kinda cute." and eventually fanart converted me into shipping them. So, good job fanartists - the domestic and cuddly scenarios you put them in made me cave 👌🏻

And lastly...

3. Alhaitham x Kaveh

This one also seems to be quite popular and I basically just got past the above mentioned denial stage, haha! 😂

I have to admit I couldn't stand Kaveh at all at first, he seemed like a handful and I was like "yeah, they'd never get along in a million years, especially not as a couple."

Then I played Haitham's story quest and saw the interaction with Kaveh... then I saw more fanart again. Then [insert denial stage here] and I guess I'm now at the point where I can say, yeah... I like them and I also like Kaveh now... he is just such a kindhearted soul (even if he is a bit eccentric, I suppose).

Good job fanartists, once again 🤝🏻

So yeah, that is all of them.

I want to mention that I am really lost when it comes to shipping terminology and I also don't really want to get involved in all that stuff. It's all a bit too stressful for me.

I do want to draw fanart of these ships but I'm a bit too scared to do so and only drew things that could be interpreted as both ship or platonic (they're posted on my art blog, I'll keep this blog clear of that). Because I've seen how vile shippers get towards other ships at times when they don't like the portrayed one... instead of - you know - ignoring it??? Especially on twt.

And don't get me started on some "rules" people have put up for shipping. Like, just let me have the idea of two fictional characters being all lovey-dovey. If it makes me or anyone else happy, who cares? (as long as it isn't problematic ships ofc...)

I never intend to write ship fanfic however since that is something I also don't enjoy consuming myself. I always preferred self-insert 🤷🏻‍♀️

And lastly, idc if anyone ships these peeps with someone else or doesn't ship them with anyone at all. It's fictional characters and at the end of the day... it ain't that deep (which is why I'll never understand why some people make such a fuss over it...)

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 garden visitor: anon #tw: shipping

[navree]

“Haven't touched on everything I could talk about with Aegon; there's some sex stuff I've alluded to in previous posts that I almost included here but this is already long and it's an incredibly niche reading of the character, but if y'all wanna hear it lemme know.”

Yes please 🙏

I also remember reading some tags you wrote about him flinching on that “most pathetic moments” post or something like that.

So, as I said, niche reading of the character, but they appear to have unintentionally written him as someone who has a lot of trouble with physical intimacy. Which I find such a fascinating detail because it appears to have been entirely unintentional on their part and done in an episode that was largely meant to make us think "wow doesn't Aegon suck?" and instead I'm left thinking "I think Aegon has a lot more issues than they even decided on."

I unfortunately can't find the post, but I do remember that tag, and yeah, when Jace touches his shoulder during his toast (after he realizes that Aemond will beat his ass), Aegon very clearly jumps and/or flinches, which isn't a normal reaction one has to the person they're talking to patting them on the shoulder. So it's a general touch thing, for one, especially since the prior two episodes we saw him in saw that Alicent could kinda rough handle him at times. I'll go to my grave fighting the "Alicent is an abusive mother" crowing from people who have the apparent mental capacity of a frog but even still, that stuff happened, even if it makes sense (medieval society with different standards on childrearing and also one of the only two times that happened was when Aemond had literally just lost a whole eye and she was incredibly distressed). So there's already that to make the case that Aegon doesn't seem to be someone who enjoys being touched. And I'll admit that this can be chalked up to acting choices more than writing choices, that TGC likely made choices about Aegon's comfort level with being touched and that how physical Alicent would get with certain scenes would likely be more discussed between Olivia and Ty than in the script.

But here's the thing: they've also clearly and deliberately stated in the writing that Aegon has to be absolutely plastered, completely black out drunk, to have any kind of sexual interaction at all. Helaena says it explicitly, he completely ignores her as it relates to their maritals "unless he's drunk", he was so inebriated during the assault on Dyana that he straight up doesn't remember it, and even on Driftmark he's getting himself tanked before he goes to leer at serving girls (as well as telling Aemond that the way to get through an unpleasant experience like the dinner with the Blacks is to drink a lot). This is someone they've confirmably written as a person who is doing a lot of self medicating before engaging in sexual intimacy. And that's an important detail to mark when Aegon is married to his sister.

One of the reasons why Targaryen inter-marriage doesn't seem to have been that big an issue for most of the Targaryens even in their own thoughts is because it doesn't seem like they were raised to socialize with their siblings as siblings, but rather as potential romantic and sexual partners. I won't get into a whole thing about exactly why incest is bad, that's a long and very complicated topic and we all know that incest is, in fact, bad, but one of the main components into why it's Wrong is because that's a member of your family, which is a very specific kind of relationship (it's why some writers like to use it as a shocking plot twist *coughCassieClarecough*, because of the immediate sense of wrongness that sets in once you realize someone you've engaged with romantically/sexually is related to you). Targaryens don't do that, members of the family are clearly raised to view siblings not as siblings, but as a future wife or future husband, Dany herself says it in the main series when she ruminates on how she'd just naturally expected to marry Viserys, though that was complicated by the fact that Viserys wasn't just her brother but also operating as both parent and guardian and bodyguard all in one as well as being her brother. But Alicent's kids aren't following that mold. They do view each other through a familial lens, and it is reinforced by their mother that they are family, that they are siblings, and they were in all likelihood raised via more traditional sibling socialization, not Targaryen ones.

So Aegon is marrying someone he doesn't want to marry, someone he has spent his life viewing as his actual sister, and we have no reason to believe this didn't happen pretty soon after the betrothal (let's assume it's a year afterwards and Helaena's around thirteen while Aegon is around fourteen, that's normal marriageable ages in Westeros). Not to mention Aegon appears to follow the Faith of the Seven somewhat loyally, he also partakes in prayer at the family dinner and as I've said previously, he literally hides out in a sept under the altar of the Mother in a time of crisis (the symbolism, I cry), and we know the Faith holds incest to be an abomination. So you have all of that baggage, and then you add in all that alcoholism talk AND all those other statements? Then yeah, they've essentially written Aegon as someone who not only might dislike physical contact in general, but specifically needs to be inebriated to the point of passing out in order to stand any sexual contact or intimacy at all. And yet we still know he's done it, he has kids, and wow gosh this kinda reminds me of Alicent isn't that odd?

I don't think it was done on purpose, I think TGC and Olivia and Ty made some acting choices (and TGC especially likes to play up Aegon's poor little meow meow status so I assume a concept of Aegon not liking being touched was something he'd have in his wheelhouse), and the writers really wanted to get across that Aegon is a drunken lech, but the way they did it and the baggage of all the other stuff we've seen in the show, like how these kids were raised, means that, well, yeah. Aegon reads as a character who dislikes being touched, and has a pathological desperation to self-medicate before he sexually performs, especially with his sister to whom he is married.

And it's an interesting area to play around in, not only in his specific relationship to Helaena (that's a whole trove of stuff they can delve into, especially after Blood and Cheese), but also in his relationship to other people, his bond with Sunfyre, his relationship with his kids, how it might be compounded or mutate or otherwise develop after he's injured in the war. Again, I don't think it was intentional, that's just how I see it when I look at it, but if they want to lean into it and add intentionality and do stuff with it, they could, and I think it could be very good character work.

#personal #answered #anonymous #yeah see at first i was a bit leery of the 'except for when he's drunk' remark i was like 'huh that reads a bit....huh.' #and then you look at all the backstory and all of that stuff and everything else they've set up #and tgc flinching in that scene which is just #you didn't need to do that man now touch repulsed aegon is canon #oh eggo you got issues :( sorry boo :(