#but who wants to bet that when i finish writing this i go on habit instead of intention and hit ''queue'' instead of ''save as draft''?

[tathrin]

Okay but the Dunedáin. They've been roaming the western wilds for years and years. And then Aragorn goes off and gets himself made king of Gondor, huzzah ring the bells sound the trumpets etc.

But.

The Dunedáin. Do they all go to Gondor with him? I feel like that's the implication of things. But like...do they all want to? And if/when they do, how does it go?

(There has to be a significantly higher number of them than the 30 we see represented by the Grey Company, too, right? Like even assuming the addition of wives-elders-and-children to those numbers, there has to be a much larger population than that if they're maintaining a population. Even with intermarrying of the other locals. Like, even with Magical Noble Lineage going on to keep things from getting wonky, they can't be interbreeding that much or else everybody would be an Heir To The Throne Of Gondor by now lmao. Those 30 have to just be a fraction of their folk. The "good riders and good warriors who could be gathered on quick notice" fraction.)

Is everybody excited to leave their lowkey wilderness-with-the-occasional-vacation-in-Rivendell existence in favor of the Fancy Shiny White City Full Of Other Humans? The Dunedáin have been living like this for hundreds and hundreds of years. It's not just a "we spent a few decades in exile, but taught our kids Our Ways to preserve them, so they'd be comfortable when they went home" situation. They've been living like this for so long that this is their way of life. This is their home. And now they're supposed to just pack-up and go to Gondor and be fine?

And how do the Gondorians react to having not just a new king, but a new king who brings along a whole bunch of scruffy Rangers for his retinue? Are they welcomed eagerly by a people who've just endured great loss of life and need hands to help them rebuild? I mean tbf probably at first, sure; but how long does that welcome endure without starting to cool when these Rangers prove to be not just Gondorians From Elsewhere Who Nonetheless Act Just Like The Rest Of Us And Know Our City And Its Ways As Well As We Do? Because they don't! They don't even know which hall is used for banquets and which for dancing! They don't know that on Aldëa we wear carnë! and so on.

(Do they all just go to Ithilien with Faramir out of sheer what-the-fuck-am-I-going-to-do-in-this-bigass-city-ness?)

Yes they're all of the Blood of Westernesse and all that, shared Numenorian heritage blah blah blah...but imagine you've been living off-the-grid in the forests of Pennsylvania, and all of a sudden you're dropped in the middle of NYC and told this is your home now, enjoy? How weird would that be? How bizarre, how overwhelming?

Maybe you like it, maybe you thrive there! Maybe you find that Gondorian Civilization is what you've been looking for all along! But what if you don't? What if you find you really hate crowds, and the politics of the city are stifling, and you didn't spend the last seventy years travelling all over Middle-earth learning everybody's ways and culture, thanks, and frankly you'd rather be back in Bree making small-talk with simple farmers and Hobbits, where everybody knows your (nick)name and you're comfortable? Even if you do like it, even if this is All Your Hopes Come True, it's still got to be enormously disruptive. And if you don't...yikes.

(Again, sure, there's Ithilien. But even though that wild-land-recovering-from-the-scars-of-the-Enemy would be more familiar ground to you than the city itself, and Faramir is a great guy and all, Ithilien still isn't your home.)

Like...you don't get to just go back, do you? (Do you?) Maybe but even if you do, even if some of them did, their way of life is still kind of broken; because most of your fellow Rangers are in Gondor now, and you aren't even allowed into the Shire, and the Enemy you've been guarding folks from all this time is gone...

And sure, it's good! This is a good result! This is the Best Case Scenario Ending, really!

But still. What about the Dunedáin?

#things i should probably not drop into my queue when i'm sleep deprived and braindead #but who wants to bet that when i finish writing this i go on habit instead of intention and hit ''queue'' instead of ''save as draft''? #because i may be exhausted and braindead but i'm not so much so that i would take that bet i KNOW i'm forgetting to draft instead of queue #know thyself and all that hmm? yeah #anyway #lotr meta #lotr #dunedain #aragorn #gondor

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

#writing #writing prompts #prompts #character dynamics #prompt list #fwb prompts #imagine your otp #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt #writing inspo #writing ideas #friends to more #more than friends #cute prompts #spicy prompts #suggestive prompts #healthy prompts #tbh this prompt list feels lackluster compared to other ones #maybe it’s bc I’m trying to not make my actual FWBs experiences so niche #based on true events #y’all will get more fwb type prompts soon #I promise they will be better

[navybrat817]

He's wondering when you're gonna stop doing your boring work and do him instead

Of course, he is. 😏

Clocking Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky makes it difficult for you to get any work done.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, implied smutty times, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning)

A/N: Late submission for Week 7 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents ! Prompt - "Who's this?". ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. But thanks to @rookthorne for the inspiration. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You narrowed your eyes in concentration on your laptop screen, the clicking of your keyboard the only sound in your in-home office. You typically worked with some kind of background noise, whether it be music or even the television at a low volume. It helped the day go by faster. At some point though, Bucky ventured in and shut your playlist off to ask some random question.

"Who's this?" he asked as he shoved his phone in your face and blocked your view of the monitor. "And what is FYP? What the hell does that mean?"

You had to giggle after a moment. Your boyfriend had a habit of interrupting you while you worked to get some form of attention. It happened more times than you could count and you were lucky you got any work done at all when he was home. He told you in passing that after being alone for so long that he wanted to soak up every moment he could with you. 

I can't get mad when he puts it that way. 

"It means 'For You Page' and I have no clue who that is," you answered, gently pushing his hand away so you could get back to typing. "Why are you on TikTok, old man?"

"Why are you?" he asked, taking a seat on the loveseat near your desk. "Is this what you look at to get inspiration for your smut or whatever it is that you call it?"

"Hey!" you said, pushing away from your desk to turn and face him. "I write stories, thank you very much. Some of them just happen to include smut and there is nothing wrong with that."

Bucky had an all too smug expression on his face when he leaned back against the cushion and widened his massive thighs. He took up almost the entire two-seater sofa with his size. The gorgeous bastard finished up his workout earlier and didn't bother getting fully dressed after his shower. Just a new pair of sweatpants and no shirt, his long hair still slightly damp and daring you to run his fingers through it.

Showing off his broad torso like a harlot. 

"Sorry. You're right. You do tell stories and they are wonderful," he said, holding up his hands on surrender. His steel blue eyes had a hint of playfulness as he nodded to your laptop. "You almost done with your 'porn with plot' or should I come back later?"

You rolled your eyes as you spun away from him and pulled yourself back to your desk. "You're impossible. Turn my music back on and go back to watching TikTok videos."

"Or you could take a break and ride me," he suggested so casually your fingers froze on the keyboard. "Give you the motivation you need to finish."

With a defiant lift of your chin, you went back to typing. You did like his idea and it wouldn't be the first time you stopped writing to have Bucky pull an orgasm or two from you. The only reason you got a bigger desk was so he could fit under it. The image of him nearly getting stuck under your old desk brought a smile to your face. 

It also caused a tingling sensation between your legs when you remembered just how deep he stabbed his tongue into your aching pussy. 

"You can't ignore me, doll. Look at you. Already distracted and shifting in your chair," he said, his voice low. He knew exactly how it affected you. "So get over here."

Nope. His thick cock can wait for me to take a ride. 

"Bet you're not even working," he accused. It wasn't true. There were words on the screen. "You're typing just to look busy when we both know you're getting your seat wet through your clothes."

"Don't you have work to do yourself?" you asked incredulously, refusing to look over at him. If you did, you'd go right to him and he'd win. Both of you would win, but that wasn't the point. He cut into your work time when you couldn't cut into his.

It's not like I can show up in the middle of a mission and demand to suck his cock. 

"If by 'work' you mean your delicious cunt, yeah. I have a lot of work to do," he said. The unsubtle man he was, you knew he was about two seconds away from taking himself out and stroking his perfect cock. Anyone who said perfection didn't exist hadn't slept with Bucky Barnes. "I'll do overtime and you can pay me in orgasms."

Your head fell back against your chair with a groan. "Where is your off switch?"

"No off switch around you, doll. Only an on switch. You're lucky I don't knock stuff off the end tables since I'm practically a walking hard-on around you."

The sincerity in his statement had you beaming and laughing all at once. You wondered if something in the serum sent his libido into overdrive or if it was you who brought that side of him out. It did wonders for your self-esteem because no matter how you looked, he gazed at you as if you were the most beautiful creature to grace this planet. 

A small break wouldn't hurt. 

"If I step away for a few minutes," you began as you stared at the ceiling. "You have to transcribe the next few paragraphs for me so I can lay down and recover."

"Deal," he said, leaning over and gripping the chair handle to turn you toward him. "But I'm warning you. If you dirty talk, I'm gonna get hard all over again and we'll be right back where we started."

"It can't be any worse than the time you had me in your lap," you said as you lifted your head. He couldn't stop himself from running his hands along your body or kissing your neck. And that was before he had you warm his cock. "Don't look so smug. You owe me an orgasm."

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked. 

Lucky for you, Bucky always delivered on his promises. 

We can't resist Bucky, can we? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x female!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x female!reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan #biteofcherry #hotbuckysummer2023

[mageofseven]

Demon brothers and side characters react to Luke who has puppy crush on MC

Aww this is so cute~

However, I want to let you know that I will not be including any newer characters. I never finished the first game because I lost the login info a long while ago so I never got to read when characters like Raph and Thirteen(?) were added.

So just to clarify, I will only ever write for the Brothers and Former Undatables until such a time comes where the newer characters are in NB and I can get familiar with them.

But anyway! On with the post~

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Lucifer:

Is more or less unbothered by it.

I mean, little kids get crushes; it happens.

He's seen his brothers go through the same as kids in the celestial realm

So he expects no different from Luke.

His opinion remains the same even if Lucifer is dating MC.

He's a bit annoyed if Luke's puppy crush causes the boy to become a bit possessive of MC though.

Mammon:

Tries to pretend it doesn't bother him

But it does.

I mean, that kid is always hanging off of MC and following them around.

When can the Great Mammon just have time with his human and only his human?

If Mammon and MC are dating, you can bet he will be childish enough to fight the young angel for MC's time.

Not like real fighting, but definitely compete with the child.

Maybe even make a bet on who can convince MC to spend the most time with them in a week

Just to end up owing Luke a hefty amount of grimm.

Leviathan:

Is just plain bummed.

Not about Lukey crushing on MC, but because of him taking up so much of their time.

Even if he's dating MC, he won't get competitive with the kid for MC's time.

Boy just sulks.

Luckily, MC notices his sulking and makes an effort to even out their time between Luke and Levi, to the child's disappointment.

Basically, he dislikes Lukey having a crush on MC because it means he gets less time with MC.

Satan:

Like Lucifer, the fourth brother really isn't bothered by it.

At first.

After Luke starts making a habit of dragging MC away while they were spending time together, the wrath demon begins to lose his patience with the angel.

May or may not have threaten the little angel to stop this

Resulting in Luke crying to Simeon, Simeon going to Lucifer, and Satan getting stuck in Lucifer's study while being lectured by the two older men.

Him threatening Luke is more likely if he's dating MC, but even if Satan isn't dating MC, there's still a chance .

It's not the best response to a little boy having his first crush, but hey, this is the Avatar of Wrath we're talking about.

He could have done much worse.

Asmodeus:

Oh Asmo thinks its just so adorable.

I mean, Lukey baby has a crush!

Regardless of whether Asmo is dating MC or not, he won't be upset that they're who Luke likes.

Because of course that sweet angel has a crush on his Dolly! Who wouldn't?

Acts the same as always

Though might be a teensy bit more jealous than he shows if Luke is spending more time with MC than he is.

But its fine! He just joins the two with whatever they are doing.

It bugs Lukey, but MC is happy spending time with them both so it's all good.

Beelzebub:

Honestly took a bit for this man to even realize Luke was crushing on MC.

More likely than not, he finds it out from hearing his other brothers complain about it.

Finds it cute, but doesn't gush about it like Asmo.

Misses spending time with MC as much as he used, but understands why Lukey wants to spend more time with them now.

Sometimes, he will hang out with both of them, but he doesn't force it like Asmo does.

Overall just kinda accepts thats this is how things are for now

And honestly enjoys seeing how happy spending time with MC makes Luke and seeing him practically hang from their arm with a big smile.

The little angel is happy and MC enjoys spending time with him.

That's all that matters to this big guy.

Unlike with the other brothers, Beel's feelings on the situation don't change if he's dating MC.

If his Muffin is happy then he's happy. Simple.

Belphegor:

Okay listen here, you little chihuahua--

Belphie is not a fan of Luke's newfound crush on MC

Especially since he feels the need to wake him and MC up to see if MC will bake with him.

He's done this more than once and this sleepy grump hates it.

If he's dating MC, Belphie hates it even more.

Like ya, ya , puppy crush, right.

How about choosing a different person to crush on?

Unlike Satan, Belphie doesn't threaten the angel; he's just pretty dismissive of him.

"Can MC--" No.

Him and MC get into some arguments about it.

Overall, Belphie's just a big grump about it.

Diavolo:

Like Asmo, finds Luke's crush on MC to be cute.

All kids develop a crush at some point

And with how good MC is with him, it was almost inevitable.

The human is always up for baking with him and listening to him when he learns something new or finds something that her likes.

Not to mention that MC just has a knack of making people feel special, regardless of whether they are an angel, demon, or human.

Overall, not bothered by it in the slightest.

Even if Dia and MC were dating, he still wouldn't mind how often the little boy is dragging them by the hand and filling up their time.

Dia himself is always busy with work so if anything, this man is grateful that the sweet angel is spending so much time with his Queen while he himself can't.

Overall, Dia finds Luke crush on MC to be cute and hopes the two have fun while he works.

Barbatos:

Was quick to notice Luke's little crush.

With that realization came a smile, but otherwise, the butler gave it very little thought.

Afterall, that is Luke's business and not his.

If Barb and MC are dating then the answer is similar to Dia's.

This busy man is just glad his Love is enjoying their time Luke.

Solomon:

Oh this man could tell. Luke wasn't exactly discreet with his crush.

I mean, no child is really discreet when they are crushing on someone.

Plus, he noticed how frequent Luke would join him and MC when they hung out.

Ah childhood.

It's been so long that this wizard couldn't remember much of his own childhood, but he enjoyed watching Luke experience his.

Will lightly tease Luke about it every now and then, but overall is just glad that his little angel friend is happy.

Solomon's view doesn't change, regardless of whether he and MC are dating.

It's just an innocent crush after all.

Simeon:

This man figured it out on his own

But it still meant a lot to him when Luke told him.

Luke told him that he wishes he could marry MC when he's older, but was sad that MC probably won't live long enough to see him him become a grown up.

Simeon comforted the child and told him that was all the more reason to treasure his friendship with the human now.

If Simeon is dating MC, he'll feel a bit awkward about the smaller angel's crush.

I mean, his relationship with MC is a secret after all.

Honestly, he's just worried that if the little boy found out that he'd feel betrayed that his guardian was dating his crush without telling him

But Simeon had to keep it a secret. From everyone. It was the only way to keep MC safe and without drawing the eyes of the Celestial realm upon them.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

[sentientgolfball]

Hello! Can I request a Phantom x Reader where reader is heavily tattooed? Like from her fingers to her feet, but it's typically hidden by her uniform and dress glove, and Phantom finds out. Can be Sfw or Nsfw, which you feel like writing! Thank you!

All of you are personally responsible for my Phantom brainrot only getting worse <3 I hope you enjoy it anon

Went nsfw for this one cause why the hell not sooooo

18+ MDNI

My requests are open !

Your head shot up at the sound of multiple voices getting louder and louder. You immediately noticed a gaggle of ghouls making their way to the dock, arms full of various beach day supplies and copious amounts of alcohol. You grumbled and sunk below the surface, letting the water envelope you in its cool embrace. It has been extraordinarily hot for the past two weeks and you were over it. The Ministry was so stuffy with all the bodies and the habits weren’t exactly made out of the most breathable material. The only people who seemed even remotely comfortable were the fire ghouls who resided on site. 

You were sick of it. Everyday you woke up and prayed to the Lords below that it would be cooler, or at least let a breeze pass through, and everyday it seemed to only get hotter. You had reached your limit. You worked yourself half to death over the weekend and early into the week so that you could squeeze in a day off or two to go be lazy at the lake. And that’s exactly what you were doing, or it was. You resurfaced when you felt your lungs start to burn with lack of oxygen and began to swim back to the beach. You were a bit annoyed about the fact that your lazy day got interrupted. It’s not that you didn’t like the ghouls per say but they were very energetic and very loud and you had really been enjoying quietly floating around. 

Oh well. 

You had been at the lake for hours now so you can’t complain too much. When you got to the shallows you stood and walked the rest of the way to where your stuff was set up and the moment you did you heard the calls from the ghouls. You weren’t all that surprised. You had worn a swimsuit that left little to the imagination. You always did when you went to the lake, it was just about your only chance to really show off the ink that adorned every inch of your body. You were proud of them. You hated that your everyday habit covered up almost all of them. 

You ignored the ghouls while you packed up your things and dried off. When you were finished you wrapped your towel around your waist forgoing the clothes you brought to put on. It was still too damn hot. As you turned to leave you made eye contact with one of the ghouls at the dock and immediately recognized him as the new quintessence ghoul. Phantom. Oh the look on his face was priceless. He was completely frozen in place staring at you as you walked past, slack jawed, eyes roaming over your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep plum color and you would bet money that it’s not from the heat. You felt a surge of confidence, suddenly completely forgetting about your earlier annoyance. You gave him a little wave before you completely passed the dock on your trek back to the Ministry. Just before you were out of earshot you heard the teasing voices of Dew and Rain. 

“Aww the new kids got a crush on the sister.”

“I mean can you blame him? You’ve seen how that back tat looks when she—“ 

The thought was quickly cut off by a yelp and a splash. You laughed at the mental image of Phantom shoving the little fire ghoul into the water. You also couldn’t help your own blush creeping onto your face. You thought the quintessence ghoul was very cute. He was always so eager to help and learn about human things. He constantly looked like a puppy seeing a Christmas tree for the first time and it made you smile. You also really wanted to wreck him. Something about the thought of getting a ghoul to beg and cry as a human turned you on. You pocketed that thought for later, though, because right now your focus was on finding a way to spend your day off not dying in a pool of your own sweat. Maybe the kitchen staff would let you read in the walk in? 

~~~

You ended up taking a nice long shower to wash the lake smell away and binge watched a series a friend had recommended to you for the remainder of your day. You groaned when you heard the bells chime signaling that dinner was ready in the feast hall. You had begrudgingly pulled your habit and gloves back on. You didn’t hate your position as an occultist-in-training but the uniform was a bit much in your opinion, especially compared to other Sibling’s outfits. You sighed, adjusted yourself one final time in the mirror and left. 

That’s where you are now. Sitting in the hall trying your hardest to focus on whatever gossip your friends were sharing, but that was almost impossible with the feeling of Phantom burning holes into the back of your head. You noticed him staring the minute you entered the feast hall and he hasn’t looked away since. You considered walking over to him, trying to speak with him, but you didn’t want to seem too forward. Then you contemplated returning his gaze, but you know your group would’ve clocked what you were doing immediately and you were not in the mood to entertain an interrogation. So you sat there quietly wolfing down your meal so you could get the hell out and back to your room. 

You waited for a lull in the conversation before standing and leaving, bidding everyone a good night. You walked down the hallways a few feet before glancing around to make sure no Clergy or higher Siblings were around before ripping your gloves. It was still too damn hot to be wearing your full uniform. 

“So it is you.” 

You jump at the sound of a voice. You spin around only to find Phantom standing right behind you. 

“Where the hell did you come from?” 

“I think you answered your own question.” 

You crack a smile at his joke before moving to put the gloves back on. He grabs your wrist. 

“Don’t. I like them” he brushes his thumb over the design of the raised skin “I think they’re pretty.” 

“Is that why you were staring all night?” You tease knowing damn well none of your tattoos are visible in uniform. He blushed and when he speaks his voice is a bit higher. 

“Well no I mean yes I was just…confused? You smelled the same but you looked completely different. I wasn’t sure if I had the right person.” 

His explanation gives you the perfect idea to end your little lazy day. 

“Do you wanna see them again?” you step closer to him “all of them?” 

It’s adorable how quickly he nods his head, tail wagging in the air behind him. 

You really have no idea how it happens. You close the door to your room and he’s immediately on you, though not in the way you expected. He’s squeezing you tight against him, wrapping his tail around your leg, but you don’t miss the way the spade sways dangerously close to your clothed clit. Or the way you can feel his dick getting chubby with interest. You’ve been with ghouls before. You know he can smell your arousal. Hell, he’s a quintessence ghoul he can probably feel it. You assume he’s just trying to draw out the electric energy of anticipation. He laughs and you get your answer.

 You decide to ruin his plans and pull him straight into a deep kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. He kisses you back just as passionately, tightening his grip on your hips. You shudder at the feeling of his claws digging in. He pulls back suddenly panting ever so slightly. 

“Can I see them now?” His eyes roam your form. 

“Only if you ask nicely.” 

He huffs a laugh and you’re about ready to respond when you feel the tip of his tail ghost over your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and smack him lightly on the arm. 

“I said ask.” You say as you begin to pull your top off. 

“It worked didn’t it?” He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You throw the ball of fabric at his head. He pulls it off with a laugh, but stops when he sees your bare chest. You can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. 

“You can touch them.” You whisper suddenly feeling a bit flustered by the way he’s looking at you. He slowly brings his hands to your forearms, trailing them up to your shoulders before letting go and tracing the design on your abdomen. 

“Have you never seen tattoos before?” You ask, watching his hands. 

“Of course I have but I just…I’ve never seen a human with so many. They’re all so different. They’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful.” 

You wrap your arms around the back of his head and pull him into another kiss sliding the tip of your tongue into the fork of his. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hands slide up to squeeze and knead your tits, swiping his thumb over your nipples. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving it a light tug before taking a few steps backwards towards your bed. You pull him without breaking contact as you fall into the plush mattress. You pull his head up by his hair to meet your eyes eliciting a breathy moan from him. His hands are rubbing circles into your hips, gently sliding over the hem of your pants. 

“Please?” He whines out not taking his eyes off the tattoo that dips below the waistline. 

“Fuck go right ahead baby boy.” You wiggle your hips to help him as he makes quick work of taking your pants and underwear off in one go before tossing his own shirt off who knows where. 

You’re both left staring in awe at each other, him completely enamored by the art adorning your skin, you mesmerized by the lichtenberg figure scars cutting through the entire left half of his body. Of course you had seen the scars on his face, but you had no idea they continued down so low. 

“You can touch them.” He says mirroring your positions from earlier. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean forward to trail soft kisses from the epicenter to the branch that strikes up his neck pulling little whines and whimpers from him. You gasp and pull back when the scars pulse purple and little sparks of magic zap through you. 

“Shit sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t control it when I get excited.” He looks a little fearful. 

You just laugh and brush your hands over your lips “No it’s alright. It just shocked me.” 

There’s a heartbeat of silence before Phantom busts out laughing and you throw your head into the pillow with a groan at the accidental pun. 

“Alright that’s it, no more sex. That was too embarrassing.” 

“Nah you’re stuck with me now.” He lays his whole weight on you and buries his face into the crook of your neck purring wildly. The laugh you felt bubbling up turns into a moan when you feel him drag his fangs over your pulse point. He sucks a bruise into the skin before biting hard enough to leave a mark. He trails his lips from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing briefly to add some art of his own on your tits before continuing down your abdomen to your hips. He makes sure to take his time, practically worshiping each design with his mouth when he passes over them. The whole thing has you shuddering and squirming beneath him. 

He scrapes his fangs from the tattoo on your hip to the one on your thigh. 

“I wonder if they’d make you taste different.” 

You knock him in the head gently with your knee.

“Don’t even think about it. I like that one too much for you to give me a piercing.” 

He hums in disappointment “Fine. I can always taste something else.” He says before burying himself between your legs. 

You gasp at the suddenness of it and scramble to find something to grasp. Your hand makes its way right back into his hair as he drags his forked tongue from your slit to your clit. He circles his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking, causing you to moan and push your hips closer to him. You feel him loop his tongue around your clit before snaking down to lap at your entrance. 

“Shit Phantom. Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” He moans against you as more sparks of quintessence ripple across his skin and over yours. You make a mental note of that reaction before you feel his impossibly long tongue sliding into you. 

You arch against his face, involuntarily squeezing your thighs around his head as you feel him lick places you didn’t even know existed. Your legs tremble as the gentle probing of his tongue becomes steadier, more earnest. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck—“  He flexes his claws against the meat of your thighs as his brow furrows in a concentration you’ve never seen from the ghoul. He swirls his tongue through your folds before pushing it all the way back in, burying his nose against your clit. You can feel the swell of your orgasm deep in your stomach as he fucks you with this tongue. Another pulse of quintessence shoots through you and you can’t hold back. Your eyes slam shut as you cum against his face, moaning out a string of curses and praises. 

He pulls back and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it. His eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“I need you. Right now.” 

“You can fucking have me baby boy.” 

He lets out a pleased trill and makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and wiggling out of his pants and boxers. As he’s doing this, you flip over onto your back. You feel him run the tips of his claws reverently tracing the tat there before sliding down to squeeze your ass. You look over your shoulder at him only to be met with the biggest, blown out eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“What?” You say cocking your head innocently “Just wanted to show you exactly what Dew was talking about.” 

He blushes so deep he’s practically glowing. The sight makes you laugh as you slowly lift your hips and tuck your knees to your stomach. He wastes no time in getting behind you. He digs his fingers into your hips to steady himself as he slowly drags the head of his cock against your slick. 

“Still can’t believe how wet humans get.” He mutters more to himself before he’s sliding gradually into you. You both moan when he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment letting you get accustomed to the feeling of him before he gives you a few experimental thrusts. You push your hips back against him searching for more and he gives it to you. He slides almost all the way out before pushing back in with one snap of his hips. He starts up a rhythmic pace as you arch your back and moan into the pillow. 

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re so good.” He whines watching the way the design of the ink shifts and stretches with each movement of your body. His head rolls back on his shoulders when you clench around him. He snakes his hands between your thighs and rubs at your clit as he snaps into you, dragging the head of his cock against your walls. The air pulses with quintessence and when you turn your head to breathe you can see the room aglow with purple lighting. You steal a glance behind you and see his scars pulsing with magic, his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. You can see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything coming out. 

You feel another ripple of quintessence and you squeeze around him with a moan. He keens forward and drapes himself over you searching for your hands while he desperately ruts into you. You feel the rubber band snap within you.

“Phantom oh fuck I’m gonna—“ another spark of magic and you’re done for. You cum on his cock, crying out little praises of ‘good boy’ as the wave of pleasure engulfs you. 

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel him pull out and splash hotly onto your back. 

“Holy shit.” You pant out, letting yourself go limp into the bed. 

“Blasphemous.” he laughs and grabs his discarded shirt off the floor to wipe his spend off of you. 

When he’s done you roll back over only to be met with his glowing eyes looking down affectionately at you. You open your arms and he practically jumps into them shifting your positions around so that he’s the one holding you. You give him a kiss and scratch behind his pointed ear, smiling when you hear his tail thump against the bed. He keeps you pressed close to him. You can already feel his dick stiffening again. 

So maybe you were in for a longer night than you expected.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #phantom x reader #i hope you like it anon <3 #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost fic #mdni #golfball writes

[phoenixyfriend]

Entry of the Gladiators

Remember my Fake Sith AU? Yeah, so I got around to writing it.

I started writing this around a year ago, planning to finish and post for an event. I never finished. So. Here's what I have so far, and let's hope I can get around to finishing it at some point lmao.

The year is 7939 CRC, and Obi-Wan is one-hundred percent not moonlighting as a Sith Lord with a drawling accent and a linen suit. And Anakin surely isn't pretending to be his unhinged Sith second. And Ahsoka definitely isn't actually a vigilante. And Cody absolutely isn't enjoying the chance to manage an entire set of organized crime rings. And Rex certainly isn't seducing the half-mad head priestess of an evil cult. Totally.

Chapter 1: Wake Me Up (Before You Go-Go)

Fun fact: I went to upload the first chapter of this fic, which I started writing a year ago, and I forgot I had a title for the chapter, so I just slapped something together to put into the chapter title slot.

Then I went back to my planning document and it's the same damn chapter title.

I am very predictable.

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Anakin wakes up with a pounding headache. This is, against all wishes, a very familiar feeling for him. Unfortunately, it has almost never been a result of something fun, like alcohol. He’s much more likely to wake up drugged and chained by his enemies or recovering from grievous injuries than, say, boozing up.

Hondo incident notwithstanding, of course.

(Besides, Obi-Wan got drunk too. That makes it his fault.)

As he catalogues his remaining fingers and extremities past the pain in his skull, he hears others shuffling nearby. The Force isn’t warning him at all, so they’re probably friendlies.

There’s a quiet groan a few feet away, high-pitched, that is almost definitely Ahsoka.

When he sits up, it’s to more pain and the ugly little realization that Ahsoka must also be in pain.

Obi-Wan’s voice cuts in. “What did you do, Anakin?”

“Nothing!” Anakin protests, his own voice loud enough to set his headache off. He runs through his most recent memories in hopes of uncovering actual wrongdoing. He doesn’t seem to actually have any memories past entering the possibly-Sith-in-origin temple, though. That’s… a bad sign, in part because they are now outdoors and looking at a completely different sky. “You went into the sketchy temple, too. I don’t remember doing anything that could have knocked us all out, especially not knocked us out and transported us to what’s probably a different planet.”

“Sky’s orange,” Ahsoka notes, getting unsteadily to her feet. There’s a moment where it looks like she’s about to fall, but Rex is closer than Anakin, and reacts fast enough to steady her.

Anakin finally gets a full look around. His master, his padawan, his captain, and Commander Cody, who isn’t Anakin’s in any way, except as a friend, but that’s not an exclusive group, because ‘his friend’ could mean a lot of—

He’s getting distracted.

“If we’re lucky…” Obi-Wan says, stretching his back with an awful cracking noise. He eyes the sky with distaste. “If we’re lucky, the cloud cover will dissipate and let us see the constellations when night falls. We can figure out where we are then.”

“Anticipating hostility from locals, sir?” Cody prompts

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Don’t want to hedge our bets on there being locals. We aren’t where we were, and we aren’t in another temple, either. Most planets in the galaxy aren’t actually inhabited by sapient species…”

“But that’s mostly because most of them don’t have breathable air, isn’t it?” Ahsoka asks. Anakin pats her between the montrals, almost like Obi-Wan used to ruffle his hair when he was this small. Well, smaller. Ahsoka at fifteen tolerates this much better than Anakin at the same age.

Ahsoka at fifteen is, however, the same height as Anakin at thirteen, when Obi-Wan was still ruffling his hair.

“You’re right, Ahsoka. Since this planet does have breathable air and some vegetation, the chances of sapient habitation are relatively high,” Obi-Wan agrees. “So, we’ll see how it goes. If we can find civilization that isn’t hostile to us, we might get off by nightfall.”

Anakin has a feeling that’s a bit too optimistic.

(Continue on AO3)

#phoenix files #star wars #the clone wars #time travel #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #commander cody #asajj ventress #ky narec #fake sith au

[etz-ashashiyot]

‘Ello there! I’m wondering if you have any advice for how to slow down while reading nonfiction about antisemitism. I’ve been lurking on Jumblr the last few months and have started slowly working through the list of recommended books and articles I’ve accumulated, which includes a fair number of ones about antisemitism (its history, current manifestations, how it functions, etc). However, I’ve noticed myself binging through the longer texts. This tendency isn’t as concerning with shorter pieces, such as individual essays or articles that are meant to be read in one sitting, but I’d be willing to bet that speed-reading longer form works is actively harmful to the process of critically engaging with them.

My best guess for why I’m doing this is that it’s primarily a habit—I was one of those middle schoolers who’d finish a book in a day, but mostly stopped reading in high school when homework and extracurriculars (and, alas, social media) ramped up. Currently, most of the books I do read are ones that are assigned, which typically get read as quickly as possible. This works fine for the specific situation, as professors will often lead discussions analyzing it, so there’s a structured time to dig into the symbolism and whatnot. Unfortunately, this means that I haven’t really developed the habit of analyzing books without having other people to bounce ideas off of, which is exacerbated by my general unfamiliarity with nonfiction. I’m certain that this is a fixable problem, but I don’t know how to start going about actually, well, fixing it, and since you yourself have recommended several pieces about antisemitism I figured I might as well see if you have any advice.

Hi there! I think you have your solution right there: you just need a chevruta (study partner)

I would find someone else who is trying to critically engage in these works and chat with them about what you're reading. You may also want to write down any questions you have while reading (which will slow you down) and then ask them here or another appropriate space (which will help you to critically engage.)

Hope that helps!

[liloinkoink]

I discovered your treesekai AU way, way too late, but it now lives rent-free in my head, at least as long as this iteration of my sleep-deprived shenanigans lasts. I want to see the domestic side of their time together before it goes to shit; the little quirks that Martyn can’t quite let go of that Ren finds strange but amusing (the odd turn of phrase, reaching for a phone that isn’t there, complaining about a lack of HVAC when he thinks nobody’s there, etc). The way that their habit of kissing each other on the hand evolved over time. Ren teaching Martyn how to use a knife. Stuff like that. I want to draw and/or write it myself, but I don’t trust myself to do it justice.

Sorry to randomly send you an ask about an old AU, hope I didn’t bother you.

“way way late” “old au” my friend treesekai is barely six months old. it’s not even off my ao3 profile’s front page. if this is old i shudder to think what you’d call third life. which is to say you’re all good dude

anyway. domestic treesekai is something that can be so personal. just for you here’s a bit of the first scene of the sequel ghast won in a bet that i started and haven’t yet finished

…Even though he’s aware no one realizes he was looking for someone in particular, he’s still embarrassed to walk away alone. He feels… stood up, almost, though he might be projecting. The wound of the engagement party is still fresh in his mind, after all—waiting for nearly an hour in the hall for his fiancé, only to find the man already inside, surrounded in happy, touchy guests.

Ren still stings.

Dwelling on the memory is probably why Ren isn’t looking where he’s going, which is why he walks right into someone. The man stumbles back, off balance, and Ren doesn’t think twice about grabbing his waist to catch him.

“Uh,” the man says. He’s blond, with a black headband tied around his forehead. His hair is damp, as is the front of his shirt, and he smells like he’s been exercising. Ren doesn’t think he saw the man training with the knights outside, though his features seem somehow familiar. Ren stares a moment, trying to figure out where he’s seen the man, only to watch as his face grows steadily redder and redder.

“Your majesty?” the man almost squeaks, and Ren remembers himself. He drops the man’s waist, letting him fall entirely to the floor.

“Sorry! I thought you’d caught yourself!” Ren says, holding his hand out to help the man to his feet. He stares at Ren’s hand for a moment, though before Ren can retract it, he places his palm in Ren’s hold.

Only when the man’s fingers are held in Ren’s own does Ren recognize him. How could he not, after all, recognize the same hand seared so clearly into his memory?

“You’re the knight from the engagement party,” Ren gasps, and the knight Ren has spent the last few nights lying awake thinking about blanches.

“I, uh,” he fumbles, “There were a lot of knights at the engagement party.”

“But only one who spoke to me in the hall,” Ren says, pulling the man to his feet, “Only one who told me he’d give me a hand.” Ren clasps the man’s hand in both of his own, staring into his eyes, “Only one whose name I’d like to know.”

The knight stares at him, seemingly unaware of his mouth hanging open. Ren would feel guilty, but if he didn’t want to be left in shock, then maybe he shouldn’t have done it to Ren first.

“Martyn!” calls another voice. The man’s head snaps over, and Ren knows his name—Martyn, the knight from the engagement party; Martyn, the stranger bold enough to call out the king’s foolish optimism to his face; Martyn, the only man in the world who wants Ren to be happy.

“There you are! When you ran off like that—” another man runs through, skidding down the hall, “Your majesty?!”

This knight, Ren does know—his name is Skizzleman, though most people call him Skizz. Martyn drops Ren’s hand as Skizz stops beside them, looking anywhere but Ren’s face.

“Hello, Sir Skizzleman,” Ren greets.

“Hello, your majesty!” Skizz bows in greeting. When Martyn doesn’t copy the motion, Skizz not-so-subtly elbows him in the side.

“Sorry, your majesty, don’t mind him,” Skizz explains. He stands up, then smacks his Martyn’s head down into a bow, “He has a head injury.”

“A head injury? How did you sustain that?” Ren asks, concerned.

“I… don’t remember?”

“It was a very bad injury,” Skizz adds, with a sage nod. He releases Martyn, who rubs at the back of his head as he straightens up again.

#i mean i can’t speak for every author but authors rarely care if you comment on older fic #sorry if this sounds curt its 2am i promise i’m not being a bitch i just type like this #treesekai #lew writes #oink asks #staringamassivemistakeintheface

[evita-shelby]

The First Time

Gif by @peakyfckingblinders-blog

Smut, first time i write it and probably the last lol.

Some parts will feel familiar because the middle part is chapter 6 of Between the Shadow and the Soul and the last part is the oneshot tasted heaven on his lips.

Minors and people who don't read smut/porn please don't interact.

This was not the first time she snuck Tommy into her bedroom at night.

This past fortnight he’d mastered the art of creeping in like a thief in the night and he leaves before dawn so no one knows he’s been with her.

He is a gentleman with her, never doing anything she isn’t comfortable with and taking things slowly because almost everything is new to her.

Eva loves him and feels like she won’t be able to survive without him. Which is why tonight must be perfect.

Tonight she will give herself to him and prepare herself for her imminent death.

“I think I like your gin better when I taste it on you, mi amor.” She says breathlessly after kissing him like she might never taste the too sweet gin ever again.

“Should’ve brought a bottle of it, I bet it tastes better on you too. Maybe next time.” He said and emphasized his next words with kisses on her neck. “Next time I’ll lick it off your lips, your stomach, your tits.”

The world stops existing after that, Eva lets herself enjoy how good his mouth feels as he guides her to the pretty Victorian couches he first held her on as she mourned her family and peace of mind.

Forget there won’t be a next time.

Eva doesn’t know if the tears she wants to shed are because she aches for him or because this time she doesn’t want to die.

“Not the couch, you said the first time you fuck me has to be in a real bed.” She reminds him when his lips come back to hers and she fights the urge to tear his shirt open and kiss the sunburst on his heart.

They’ve danced this dance before, but something always stops them from the point of no return. Tonight, the witch is determined to finish the dance and know the love of a good man before she is executed for her crimes.

“Witch.” He says ,but lets her guide him upstairs.

She makes no noise, a lifetime of sneaking out and dancing en pointe had made soundless walking a habit.

First time he came to her bed, he said she looked like she was floating on air.

His shirt is off as are his shoes by the time they make it to her bed.

They know the song, they know the steps, and as always, the interruption catches them just when it was getting good.

They are panting heavily as he leads her through the beginning of this dance and his rough hands are just about to pull her nightgown off her when her grandmother wakes up across the hall.

“I heard a noise, Evie, sweetheart.” Her grandmother says to her locked door.

“Oh, I just had a bad dream, nanna. I must’ve tripped on my shoes.” Eva tries to catch her breath and tries not to fall as she climbs off her lover to assure her granny nothing was happening.

“Go to her,” Tommy mouths as he sits back.

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“I am so sorry about that, normally she sleeps like the dead." she apologized as if it were her fault her grandmother had almost caught them.

And yet, old Mrs. Smith didn’t see a half-naked Tommy on her granddaughter’s bed. The old woman would have died and taken him with her if she had seen him sitting with his back to the bed board only wearing his trousers.

He wants her badly, aches for her just as he knows she aches to be with him, but neither wanted to risk her grandmother waking up again.

They haven't fucked, they barely had privacy or time to kiss let alone fuck, but soon enough they wouldn’t have to worry her grandmother, or, worse, Finn asking why he had his hand under her skirt at the pictures.

“Something is bothering you, love.” Tommy doesn’t ask, if he asked, she could choose to lie about it, so instead he makes a simple observation.

If he played his cards right, he wouldn’t have to confront her about it and they could talk this out like rational adults.

“I might have to go back to my country.” she doesn’t look at him and sighs, Eva doesn’t like pity, she’d had enough of it after her family died.

“Your solicitation was denied.” He could pretend he didn’t know, but Tommy had seen the rejection letter perhaps two hours before it was delivered to her grandmother’s home.

That had been enough time to make an appointment with a jeweler in Birmingham and make sure they had enough drinks at the pub. Eva would choose her ring tomorrow morning and after that they’d celebrate their engagement at the Garrison.

“You already knew then.” She moves quiet like a cat and almost silently climbs back into her bed with him. The bedsprings make no sound even when she comes and sits on his lap. Tommy swears Jack must’ve had someone put a curse on the bed because it only made noise when they tried to fuck.

“One of the boys stole your correspondence and showed me the rejection letter. I gave him a thrashing instead of the shilling he asked for before sending Charlie to make sure he returned it to the post man.” Tommy couldn’t keep secrets from her. Came with the Second Sight, or so she had told him.

“My cousins have told me the government has been discreetly killing people who were part of the rebel armies. I thought I was safe here, but ---.” Eva admits and he interrupts her. She could ask him to save her, but she doesn’t. If it were up to her and her damn pride, Eva would be on a boat back to Mexico to never been seen again before asking someone to help her.

“The best way to become a British Subject is to get married to one, love.” Tommy interrupts with his suggestion and only logical solution to her problem.

“I can’t take your freedom just to save my own skin, Tom.” She looks at him, almost angry that he would even suggest that she exploit his feelings for her to stay in Small Heath. Most women he has been with wouldn’t have hesitated to take his offer, but Eva, much like Greta once upon a time, wasn’t the type to use a man for her personal gain.

“No one could force me into anything I don’t want, Evie.” He smiles, reminding her she wouldn’t be marrying any man, she’d be the wife of the leader of the Peaky Blinders.

“Then ask me”, she says as if he wouldn’t be able to get her to say yes.

“Miss Eva Smith---,” Tommy starts and doesn’t get very far.

“No, It’s Eva Smith-Riley, Mexicans use both last names.” She corrects him as her hands move from his chest to the buttons on his trousers. Teasing him as if he wasn’t already close to ruining his clothes.

“Fine, Miss Eva Smith-Riley, will you—” his groans. If it weren’t for her hesitancy to take things further, Tommy would have thought she’d done this before. “Will you put me out of my misery and marry me?”

“You make it sound as I’m torturing you.” Eva teased as she continued her slow torture of him. His witch would drive him out of his mind before he could get the damn words out of her wicked mouth.

“Every second you draw this out is torture, Evie.” Thomas plays with the hem of her bunched-up nightgown on the top of her thighs before slowly lifting it up. He likes the contrast the white cotton dress makes against her tanned skin and dark hair, but Tommy would enjoy the sight of her more if the nightgown was on the floor.

“A witch naked in the moonlight is a dangerous thing, Thomas Shelby.” She laughs softly and lifts her arms so he can pull it over her head and toss it aside. The way she says his name makes him want to risk the wrath of her family and take her despite the noise her bed springs made.

“You haven’t answered my question, Eva.” He reminds her. Even if she refused to marry him now, Tommy knows Jack Smith won’t let her refuse after tonight.

“Ask me again, and maybe I’ll give you an answer, love.” Eva smiled wickedly as she unfastened his trousers. Other men would feel emasculated but letting their woman take the lead, but Thomas Shelby wasn’t like any other man.

“Will you marry me, Eva?” he asks again relishing the feeling of her naked body pressed against his.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, Tom.” She kissed him to confirm her words. With only the moonlight as their witness, Thomas Shelby became her first and Eva Smith became his last.

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“I love you.” She kissed him again like this is just the beginning of a new life. A new life with him where he won’t leave her alone in this bleak world.

“I know.” He pressed his forehead against hers as her hands slowly trailed his chest, stomach and undid the button on his trousers. “I love you too.”

This part she knew, she knew how to make Tommy come undone with her hands. To rub him from tip to base like there was nothing more wonderful than her lover’s cock.

Always at a slow and torturous pace, no ones chasing them, no need to take things too fast.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t feel ready.” He struggled to make the words come out of his lips even if he’s been saying that sentence forever.

“But I want to, I want you so badly, Tommy.” Eva said as she let him explore her body and drive her mad with passion for him.

It's no wonder why women here are insane for him, Tommy’s too good at this. His rough hands are enough to have her lose all coherent thoughts.

There is only him, his fingers in her cunt as he prepared her with promises of forever. His mouth whispering praises on her hot skin, telling her how good she feels, how no woman he’s had compares to his witch, how he won’t ever want anyone who isn’t her.

Eva’s still feeling the high of her pleasure when she is faced with the edge of the precipice.

This time she jumps.

This time she lifts her hips and he guides his cock inside her.

It hurts, even with all the pleasure he’s given her with his fingers there is a sweet pain as he fills her and claims her.

“Evie, love, you feel so good.” He groans into her neck as her nails dig into his back as her body adjusts to his.

And so the real dance begins.

His grip is tight on her hips as she lifts hers and tentatively lowers herself on him again.

It feels good, impossible good and the knowledge that it will get even better has her seeing stars.

She moans out his name a little too loudly, forgetting they’re supposed to be quiet. But she can’t, it feels too good to remember restraint.

“Tommy, oh god, Tommy.” That’s all she can articulate as he his hips rise to meet hers as she rides him.

It feels better than anything she’s done before. For her first time, its perfect. He’s perfect, makes her feel like she’s a goddess being worshipped.

Screw the sweat, the creaking if her old bed, the incoherent noises she’s making as he fucks her.

“I’m close, Evie, I want to finish inside you. Just this once, love.” Its punctuated with hard upward thrusts and all she can do is nod against his shoulder.

Doesn’t matter anyways, they’ll get married soon enough and it won’t matter if she’s pregnant out of wedlock.

Tommy kisses her, mouth, neck, collarbone, and even her breasts as he goes in deeper and harder inside her as his hand went between her legs and swallowed her cries with his mouth as they came together.

“You’re mine, Eva, mine and no one else’s.” He is panting, they both are as they come down from heaven itself.

“Yeah, I’m yours, mi vida.” she says feeling

She asks him once she gotten most of her bearings straight, “Can I say the same about you?”

“Let me take my pants off and I’ll show you.” He says with a grin.

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“I don’t scare you, don’t I?” He asked her, just minutes before dawn would come. He needed to leave, but she didn’t want him to go.

Besides it doesn’t matter anyways, they’re engaged and it really save them time if Linda Matthews were to catch them here when she comes for her shift at seven o’clock sharp.

Last night he had made her his, made her feel like she had touched heaven and tasted it in his lips.

Eva wants to taste it again and again. He was as addicting as the opium he used to smoke.

No wonder Grace was hoping he’d be the type to forgive her, all men fall short of this Adonis in her bed.

“Could never scare me, amor de mi vida.“ Eva had been with a woman, but never with a man. She won’t ever be with any man who wasn’t Tommy, she knows it for sure.

“I’ve killed people, Evie.” He says as if that was reason enough.

“So have I, Tom.” She reminds him.

“I’m a criminal,” he tries again.

“So am I, just because I don’t get my hands dirty doesn’t make what my family does any less illegal.” She reminds him again.

If he knew that the bounty on her head was worth more than this house, Eva wonders if he’d look at her the same.

He wouldn’t, her Thomas would never do that.

“Your family might not like me.” He traced her lower lip with his thumb.

“Fuck them if they can’t see what great man you are.” She says propping herself up on his chest. “I’m yours, I won’t be anyone else’s.”

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #oc fanfiction #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #smut #minors dni #very weird to write sex as an ace person lol

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

For that ask game, “yeah no, 'sorry' isn't going to cut it this time." And/or “it’s not your fault” (for two different ones or whichever you’re feeling more!) open to the OC(s) of your choosing!

Sorry for taking forever on this. This was a stupidly challenging couple of prompts. I've managed to get the one for "It's not your fault" done. I'll keep working on "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time" and reblog this with the finished piece.

Pairing: Cassandra (Remus)/Ricardo

Warnings: Dysphoria, Suggestive Themes, and Puppet-Based Lies

Ricardo laughs as Remus throws popcorn at the screen. It’s a good sound, rich and full and accompanied by a crinkle at his nose as Remus boos at the wooden actors they’re watching. “You’d never come up with such a good line,” he complains. “This movie’s writing is unrealistic.” He stops himself from wincing as the voice comes out higher than his own, reminding him sharply that he is not himself right now. He is Cassandra. Ricardo is laughing at her, smiling at her, not him.

“Hey, I’m incredible at banter,” Ricardo protests, lacing his words with hurt for the drama of it.

Remus shoves Ricardo’s shoulder, just enough for him to rock gently in his seat and when he leans back into Cassandra, he wraps an arm around her shoulder. “How would I know?” Remus huffs. A lie, but it’s bound to push Ricky’s buttons. Cassandra’s lips twist in a wry smile as Remus lines up the shot. “You could be saying anything out there fighting villains. It’s not like you take a mic out with you.” He gasps, widening his eyes to complete the effect. "Is that why you don't? So no one can know how bad your one-liners are?"

He turns to face her, turning those warm brown eyes and brilliant smile that makes Remus melt every time. How long has he wondered what it’s like to have that smitten look directed at him? To know what it feels like for Ricky to want him?

Pressing his hand to his chest, Ricardo pitches his voice up incredulously. “Are you calling me a liar, Reyes?”

It was a mistake to let him call Cassandra by her surname. Too close to his old nickname, too close to old memories, too easy to mistake her for himself. It makes Remus bold. That and the couple of beers he’s had tonight. He brushes some of Cassandra’s curls - so much like his, same color and texture but so much longer than he’s ever been able to grow his - out of her face. He raises her eyebrow imperiously, “I guess that depends on if you’re lying.” He leans forward, knowing that it lets Cassandra’s already low cut shirt sink lower. He’s close enough to Ricardo that he can smell the cologne he always wears around Cassandra. “Are you a good liar?”

Ricardo’s eyes flash down to Cassandra’s chest and back up. If Remus hadn’t been looking for it, he might have missed it. Ricky’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. His pupils are a little too wide.  Predictable as always. Ever the sucker for a pretty face and a good flirt.

“My mouth has many talents, I’ll have you know.” His grin is positively hungry. It makes Remus want to bite his lip, draw the hunger free from the smugness. “Lying, included.”

Remus slides Cassandra’s hand over the couch cushions and up onto Ricardo’s leg. He doesn’t take his eyes off Ricardo as he trails lazy circles across his inner thigh. He always did like to sprawl out. Leave himself open to anyone who might take advantage. People like Remus. And, by extension, like Cassandra. Ricardo’s eyes blow wide as Remus drags Cassandra’s manicured nails further up his leg. Not hard, just enough for Ricky to feel it through his trousers.

Remus doesn’t need his telepathy to see the way Ricky’s pupils blow wide. The way his lips part and his breath hitches ever so slightly. “I bet it does, Ortega,” Cassandra’s voice makes the words into almost a purr, pushes it past the threshold of suggestive and into the realm of the obscene.

He shouldn't do this. Agreeing to a movie night was bad enough - too close to their shared past. It’s too easy to fall into old habits, to be too comfortable. But he’s sitting closer to Ricky than he has in years, basking in the warm light of his deep brown eyes, sharing in the brilliance of his smile. So when Ricky leans in, close enough that Remus can feel the warmth of his breath, Remus’ heart skips a beat.

“Care to find out?” Ricky smirks, like the line’s something to be proud of.

Remus groans, but doesn’t lean away. “Dios, that was corny.”

Ricky opens his mouth, no doubt to defend himself, but Remus grabs the front of his shirt and drags him down. He tastes like popcorn butter and his terrible craft beers, but Remus doesn’t mind because he’s kissing Ricky. He’s kissing Ricky. He’s kissing the man he’s held a candle for as long as he can remember. Regardless of what he tastes like, it tastes like victory. Like coming home.

Ricky’s moans into his mouth and it takes all of Remus’ self-control not to melt into him. When Ricky’s hands grip his waist, he gasps, and lets Ricky slide him onto his lap without a fight. He cards his hands in Ricky’s hair, presses himself as close to Ricky as he can. He trails kisses across Ricky’s cheek, up his jaw, burying his nose in the curls behind Ricky’s ear.

He settles into the way Ricky’s touching him. Hands roaming down his sides until they slink around his hips, gripping his ass lightly. Remus sighs in contentment against Ricky’s neck before pressing open-mouthed kisses down the curve of it. Maybe he’ll leave a few bruises, just to piss off the Rangers’ PR team. Give the makeup department a little extra work in the morning. Leave something of himself behind for Ricky to carry.

He smiles when he hears the stutter in Ricky’s breath. It’s nice for the tables to turn, for him to be the one causing Ricky’s heart to race and breathe to catch. But it’s not enough. He wants more. Wants to feel Ricky want him, to hear the desperation for him. Remus grinds his hips down against Ricky, relishing in the feel of Ricky straining against his zipper.

Ricky grips him tighter, pulling him so close he can feel the rumble through Ricky’s chest as he groans, “Cassandra.”

Something hot and ragged rips through Remus’ chest, dragging a choked gasp from his throat. No, not his throat. Cassandra’s throat. He freezes, his eyes snapping open as the reality of the situation settles into his bones. The world goes quiet as Remus recenters himself, trying to shake the weight that’s dragging him further into the choppy waters of his heart, and he can just barely make out Ricardo’s voice.

“- Reyes…What’s wrong?” There’s worry in his voice, palpable even through the five walls between it and Remus’ mind. His hands are loosening their grip on Cassandra and he draws his head back to look at her. “Was it something I did?”

Remus shakes his head, fumbling off Ricardo’s lap. He presses his palms into his eyes. When did he start crying? He wipes away the tears furiously. “No, it wasn’t you,” and this time he doesn’t catch the wince at the sound of Cassandra’s voice. “I can’t do this.”

Ricardo reaches forward for a second, but drops his hands uselessly at his side. Every part of him looks tensed as though he wants to leap up and help. But he can’t. How could he? He doesn’t even know what’s going on. “I’m sorry.”

Remus laughs and it comes out high and hysterical and grows even more so as he hears it. He hugs Cassandra’s arms around her body, but it just highlights the differences, just makes him feel worse. “It’s not your fault.” And it’s not. It’s really not. It’s not fair to even pretend it is. Even if it would make Remus feel better. “It’s not. I promise.”

He stumbles to his feet, nearly slamming the back of his shins into the coffee table as he does. The pain brings a little more clarity to his mind and Remus clings to it like an anchor as he forces Cassandra’s feet towards the door. “I have to go,” he manages to choke out as he slips her heels back on.

“Cas- Reyes, wait!” And Ricardo is getting up to his feet, but Remus is already out the door. He’d always been the faster of the two. Funny. Just another thing he and Cassandra share.

He takes the stairs two at a time, not even bothering to look back as the doorman calls out a farewell in the lobby. If Ricardo follows him, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to know. He doesn’t care. Remus doesn’t stop running until he’s nearly home.

#fic: remus #remus ramirez #ricardo ortega #ortega/puppet #fhr fic #cigs writes

[hypnotisedfireflies]

After that last ask I’ve got to know… were Tess and Joel ever invited to anything that went on in Indy? What were their reactions if they were? 😂 I’m also imagining Tess finding out on the grapevine and using it to fuck with Joel all like ‘and where was our invite? I think we should be offended!’ ‘It’s your fault, they all know you won’t share.’

Loving SQ by the way, although I do miss prime driftverse… these asks have got me wanting to reread spite

Anon – thank you – the Sioux Falls-Indy period is probably my favourite to write, so I appreciate the ask!  You’re getting a drabble. 

It’s half past one in the afternoon and a selection of the Indy group are hanging out together in one of rooms they regularly hang out to party in.  It was an executive floor, so it wasn’t hard to drag in sofas from other offices and make a comfortable ‘hang out’ space to drink and relax in.  Everyone’s drinking a lot.  They own the city and they’ve got more alcohol than they know what to do with.  Today, the group includes Tommy and Hannah, Robbie, Kate, Jiyoung, Stan and Lachie.

This takes place roughly around the last chapter of Spite – so Tess is living with Joel again, but he hasn’t gotten lost yet.

“It’s all in the numbers,” Robbie promised.  “Your tower’s only going to work if you get your math right.  You work out how high you want it and then you do your numbers.”

He was stacking champagne glasses, one on top of the other, in a sparkling tower of crystal perfection.  Out of habit, he wiped down each glass with a tea towel before he added it to the structure.  He had partly filled the lowermost glasses already, but the higher up he went, the less he put in the bottom until the upper tiers had nothing at all.

"Get each glass just touching, nice and snug," he continued.

“I read that shape was modelled on Madame de Pompadour’s tits,” Stan offered.

“Who is Madame de Pompadour?”

“I don’t know.”

Hannah stretched, arms folded over the back of the couch.  “French aristocrat during the revolution.”

“Why do you know that?”  Tommy asked.

“Why don’t you?”

“And that’s the last one,” Robbie said, placing the final glass on the top tier.  “Bottle, please.”

Lachie popped the cork.  Kate ducked and shrieked as it bounced off the wall above her head.  “Shit! Sorry.”

“Fucker!”

“Sorry!”

“Okay, here goes … prepare to be dazzled!”

“Oh, just get on with it, you little bitch!”

Robbie eased closer to the table and began pouring to the collective oohs and aahs of his collective audience.  It took three more bottles to fill up all the glasses, golden liquid tumbling from one crystal glass to another.  Then he and Lachie began the slow process of dismantling the tower and passing the drinks around.

They were all into their second round – determined to finish the tower and waste nothing – when the conversation turned to what it always did:  gossip.

“Any word on Ricardo?”  Jiyoung asked.  She had started drinking earlier than the rest of them and was lapping out of her glass like a cat.

Everyone shook their heads. 

“Still don’t know what he likes,” said Kate.

“I’ll find out,” Jiyoung declared.  “I have already won the bet.  You bitches just don’t know it yet.”

“He’s shy,” Kate added.

“It’s a bit fuckin’ late for shy,” said Lachie, shuffling a deck of cards.  “Get your priorities straight, you know?”

Stan shook his head.  “He doesn’t like girls.  I spent so much time in the closet, trust me, I know what it looks like.  It’s a sixth sense.  I can smell it.”

Tommy scoffed.  “You can smell what?”

“Pheromones.”

“Bullshit.”

“The gaydar is never wrong, Tommy.”

“Bullshit,” Tommy said again, now laughing.

“You need to leave Ricardo alone,” Hannah warned.  “He’s staying with Rachel, and you know what that means.”

Robbie groaned.  “Those two piss me off.”

“Who, Rachel and Ricardo?”  Lachie glanced up, surprised.  “They’re harmless as, mate.”

“No, their fuckin’ – keepers.  Sorry, Tommy.”

Tommy shrugged, leaning forward to shake out a fresh cigarette.  “I don’t fuckin’ care.”

“Why don’t they ever hang out with us?”  Kate asked, petulant.  “They’ve been invited, haven’t they?”

“They don’t want to,” Hannah sang in warning.  “I’m telling you, don’t even ask again.”

“Tess would be game, right?”  Robbie looked at Tommy.  “Tess would be game?”

Tommy sparked up.  “Don’t know.”

“But come on, it was just you three for ages, you said.”

“Yep.  I never fucked Tess, though.”

Kate was sceptical and looked to Hannah for confirmation.  “Oh, come on.”

Hannah shrugged.  “I wasn’t there.”

“Tess is with my brother,” Tommy added, inhaling and passing the cigarette to Hannah. 

Jiyoung looked up from where leaned over her glass, nose to the bubbles.  “So!  Why should that stop her?”

“You met my fuckin’ brother?”

“And have you met Tess?”  Hannah added, perhaps quelling a potential blow-up.  “Do you really think Joel could stop her doing something she wanted to?”

“Someone should ask them again,” said Kate.

Lachie snorted.  “There’s an idea.”

“You won’t get Joel,” Tommy said.  “And they’re a two-for-one package deal.  But go on.  Ask.”

“It’s just to hang out,” said Kate, glancing at the others.  “I’m not asking anything, you know, like … it’s just asking to help us work down the champagne tower.”

“Then go ask.”

Robbie smirked at her.  “Yeah, Kate.  Go ask.”

“Why me!”

“Your idea,” Stan added.

“No.  Cards.”

So Lachie dealt to everyone except Hannah and Tommy, who weren’t going anywhere near this one.  On the count of three, the others licked their fingers, wet their foreheads, and slapped a playing card to their foreheads.  They looked around at each other until they determined the loser.  Robbie and Kate both had a three, but Kate’s was a heart and his a club, and that decided it. 

Robbie wouldn’t be going alone, though.  Accompanying him was an excited, whispery contingent comprising of Kate, Stan and Lachie.  They took their glasses and began the arduous journey into the next building over.  They consulted the work detail and neither of them were presently on anything, so they took an educated guess to try their bedroom first.

“Little Dutch courage, mate.”  Lachie handed Robbie has glass, and Robbie drained that as well as his own before knocking.

In an extraordinary stroke of good luck, it was Tess who opened the door.  She wore a tight grey T-shirt and green shorts.  There was a book in her hand.

“What’s this?”  She looked first at Robbie standing there with two empty champagne glasses, then further down the corridor when she heard the stifled giggles coming from the others. 

“Well, yeah, thing is,” Robbie began, wishing he’d actually worked out what to say.  He looked beyond Tess to where Joel was lying on their futon with a magazine.  He didn’t glance up. Robbie lowered his voice.  “Thing is, we’re having a bit of a get together next door, over in the – the other building.  Thought maybe … you two … might want to come?”

“A get together?”  Tess repeated, matching his whisper.  She looked down at the other three again.  “Just you guys?”

“And Jiyoung and Tommy and Hannah.  We’ve got a – I did a champagne tower.”

“A champagne tower?”  Tess’s eyes were sparkling.  She smiled at Robbie and then leaned back to address Joel.  “Hey, come over here, Texas.”

“What.”

“Come over here.”

Tess smiled benignly at Robbie, scratching her calf with the toes of her other leg while she waited for Joel to haul himself up.  He stood behind Tess, hand on the door.

“What?”

Robbie glanced at Tess, who nodded encouragingly, and tried to find his words again.  “We’re having a get together over in the next – over the next, and maybe you two want to come?  I did a champagne tower.”

Joel stared at him for a moment.  He did not even bother to grace Robbie with an answer as he looked at Tess:  This fucking guy.  He started to close the door.

“Bye,” Tess flirted in the moment before the door shut. 

There was a moment of silence, and then Tess’s laughter rang out on the other side.

“Oh shit,” Robbie whispered, stepping back.  “Did you see the way he looked at me?”

Stan grinned and slung his arm around his shoulders.  “I think that was a ‘come back and ask me later.’”

“Pheromones?”  Lachie asked dryly as they headed back.

“Definitely pheromones.”

(Tess gif maker unknown, @humorblr for Joel)

#driftersverse #asks #tlou fanfic #tlou #tessjoel #joel x tess #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tess servopoulos #joel miller

[midnight-light]

My Persona 5 Royal Experience (Palaces!)

I FINALLY finished playing Persona 5 Royal today and decided to write my thoughts down in a post. I'll start with the Palaces/storyline and THEN get into the character stuff, because that's a lot of stuff to cover I'll split this into two posts, one for the palaces, one for the characters. We'll start with the Palaces. Note, with the palace talk I'll likely end up talking about each palace ruler anyways sooo, yeah. Also, these are just my opinions, I'm not saying you have to agree with me. you've been warned. (HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T FINISHED PERSONA 5/ PERSONA 5 ROYAL DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOUDO NOT WANT SPOILERS) Kamoshida's Palace!

-Okay, deep breath to contain the burning hatred I have for this man- - With this palace, it was the first palace so I wasn't sure what to expect... - And then I saw the eyesore that was the cognitive Kamoshida in nothing but a cloak and a pink speedo- My eyes have never been so offended by a sight. - Akiren's awakening was really epic though and really got me to start sinking into the game. - I loved the overall look of this palace, it was really good as a beginning palace but maaay have raised the bar a tad too high for the others with all the build up. - Shiho's suicide attempt had me prepping my shotgun in a hurry though, I wanted that man dead after that happened. - Alright time to get this infiltration route- annnnd there's Ann, god we're developing a bad habit of accidentally taking people to the metaverse with us aren't we? - Note, I also made a LOT of "We're in prison Vegeta" jokes during the entire playthrough. - The boss battle tho, THE ABOMINATION that Kamoshida's shadow turned into. - MY EYES, if I thought Shadow kamoshida was bad? THIS WAS WORSE. He was THE MOST disgusting shadow I'd ever SEEN. - Overall though loved this castle, it really set the stage for what was to come.

Madarame's Palace

-Alright onto Madarame, this one was...interesting.

-Getting it out of the way now, the nude painting incident had me in TEARS from how hard I was laughing.

-The sheer defiance of gravity that building displayed though certainlly left an impression.

-Unlike Kamoshida's palace, which quickly made me feel a burning need to destroy kamoshida almost immediately and increase as progression into the palace continued...

-This was a delayed urge to murder.

-I mean yes- he did plagarize and use his own students work, but by my standards, NOT the scummiest thing you can do. -Now when I learned about the stuff with YUSUKE'S mother, all bets were off, I was MAD after that. Not to the levels of Kamoshida, but mad nonetheless.

-Yusuke's drop in outta nowhere gave me a good giggle, particularly with him getting headshot by mona after managing to stick the landing. Also accidental team member count; 2 - The first treasure being a red herring was definitely a bit of a twist, but the bigger twist was seeing the true form of Sayuri because for me, that's what made the pieces fall into place. - Also shadow Madarame's transformation didn't freak me out as much as Kamoshida, probably because by that point my brain had become accustomed to weird sights at this point, but that's aside my point. - That point being that I just didn't find Madarame's shadow to be quite as freaky as the first.

Kaneshiro's Palace!

-Welcome to the bank folks! I'm starting straight off the bat with the fact that this palace automatically gets a thumbs up from me because we get Makoto here.

-Also I got one of my favourite personas here, Ame-no-uzume. I used her for quite a bit before I let her go for stronger personas because she had good elemental coverage.

-I found the bank asthetic fun becuase it kinda felt like I was doing an old fashioned bank robbery.

-between breaking security cams and stealing keycards it was pretty fun, until the large rotating lock right at the end of the palace.

-My saving grace is that I was using a guide when I played this game due to it being my first time with a persona game. That and I was recommended to use one while playing by my siblings who had either seen the gameplay and or played it themselves.

-the guide saved me a lot of time with the puzzles in general.

-Oh dear god the boss battle though, I think the piggytron bot gave me trauma.

-Hits like a semi truck and if you don't guard in time say goodbye to your team. - Overall it wasn't a bad palace, I just didn't have the same rage towards the shadow as I usually do. Futaba's Palace

-This palace-

-WHO GAVE THIS PALACE THE RIGHT TO MAKE ME ACTUALLY EMOTIONAL?!

-The fact that we were going into the palace of someone who was willingly let us change their heart was quite different

-but ohmygod the story hit me in my FEELERS

-When you start seeing the pieces of the story and how Futaba was gaslit into blaming herself for her mother's death

-How she sees her room as her tomb, and how heavy the guilt of her mothers death has weighed on her.

-Only for during the boss fight futaba comes INTO her own palace and faces the truth for herself

-Revealing that not only was it not futaba's fault, but that her mother's death wasn't even suicide.

-Seeing her finally face the truth and awaken her persona had me nearly crying

-Little lion girl got her fight back.

Okumura's Palace

-Oh boy, This palace... was a doozy.

-Once I had dealt with Mona having an emo phase this palace became much less stressful

-Holy shit Haru's awkening actually startled me though, I was not expecting CANNONS underneath her personas dress, in hindsight I should have.

-The fact that all of the 'workers' are robots in his cognition says something about how he saw them.

-though I found it so funny that the workers were so pissed with their higher ups that they gave away their bosses weakness and the others weaknesses.

-Dog eat dog work enviroment much?

-The boss fight took SEVERAL attempts for me unfortunately.

-Tbh though I half did NOT believe his apology when he started apologizing. Something just wasn't sitting right with me.

-Turned out THAT wasn't what I should have been worried about, it was the masked person showing up and well, killing Okumura.

-Well, if it isn't the consiquences of my actions?

Sae's Palace

-One of my favourites as the timeline was getting oh so close to the present~!

-I mean, I got to have Akechi in my party (Even if it IS the boring princely facade version) So that was an automatic win.

-Sae showing up basically off the bat and calling us down scared me half to death.

-Also fair my ass she rigged all the games-

-A lot of the games in the casino were interesting to play and simple enough that it wasn't hard to play.

-Though the dark maze was a bit of a pain, relying on the minimap was the easiest way I found to navigate in there.

-Sae: "The amount to cross the bridge is now one million chips!"

Me: BITCH MOVE SAE!!!

-I was mad for all of one minute though as Akechi just broke out the extra card he was told to dispose of.

-The boss battle was interesting, what with the roulette wheel of elements and CHRIST she hurts.

-Oh yes, did I forget to mention the police showing up after you defeat shadow Sae?

-Running from the police was so much fun despite the fact that you've technically already done it at the beginning of the game.

-and also despite the fact that you know in the end you'll just get caught.

-Overall love this palace.

Shido's Palace

-This palace was quite the experience for me.

-For some context, at an earlier point in the game I'd spitballed the idea that Akechi and Shido were perhaps related. Not thinking much of it because I didn't have alot of evidence at the time.

-I was also NOT expecting to get turned into a mouse but it was so cute and fun to run around as mice versions of the phantom thieves that it made up for not being able to defend myself or open doors in that form. At least for me.

-but then the AKECHI confrontation happened, and when he confirmed that Shido was his father, my brain BROKE. I had in no way thought my theory was correct.

-Also, I gotta say it, FERAL AKECHI! I LOVE HIM TO BITS!

-Seeing his second persona and outfit was so epic, I was screaming. DESPITE the fact that I knew Akechi was the one in the black mask for quite sometime thanks to the pancake conversation.

-and the fact that his persona is LOKI THE GODDAMNED TRICKSTER GOD was so perfect for his second persona!

-Then the waitohgodNO- hit as cognitive Akechi showed up, and the real one cuts us off from him.

-THE BOSS BATTLE OHMYGOD-

-I was headbopping the whole time I played that boss fight hearing Rivers in the desert SUCH A BANGER!

-The several different phases to the battle and me sitting there after the final stand like; "Is he down now? okay good."

-The escape had me momentairly scared, because OH GOD NO RYUJI NOT MY GOOD BOI!

Mementos Depths

-Getting it outta my system rq; YALDYBALDY.TM

-Full disclosure? If I saw one more floor puzzle in that place I was going to bash my head in.

-The palace itself was pretty linear and simple to get through, but the boss battle was where it was AT. - winding the way through the depths of mementos full of weird cells and and...zombie people? was strange enough.

-and then that's when I see the golden cuppie that can...talk??? Okay this got weirder, yet interesting.

-OH. Golden cuppie is god? Oh dear. I see how it is. *Pumps shotgun* Not the first time I've thrown hands with god.

-Mementos combining with the real world created what I could only describe as the elephant graveyard from lion king. It was disturbing yet epic.

-When I saw Yaldabaoth's full form though, HOLY SHIT that was actually intimidating!

-I failed this battle at least three times before I finally gave in and picked up a certain persona known for Myriad Of Truths-

-and then the grand finale when joker summons what is basically satan and SHOOTS YALDYBALDY STRAIGHT IN THE HEAD. Screaming went through the ROOF!

-Overall the palace was kinda meh for me, but the boss fight made it worth it.

Dr.Maruki's Palace

-Time to fite god again.tm

-This palace felt different because the palace owner was TRYING to make a positive change.

-But Maruki, being the blind idiot he is, seriously did not see how flawed his plan was.

-tbh though the first few days before I was even in the palace I thought I was on a crack trip. Much confusion. Such wow.

-Another Akechi appearing award. Third semester Akechi is SO good.

-Extra thumbs up for getting to travel through the palace with FERAL Akechi!

-Learning that Kasumi was actually Sumire though got me with my pants down.

-*Sweat drops as I see the large plant bridge maze*

-Surprisingly it wasn't that painful tho, I had expected worse.

-The puzzles in the palace weren't overly annoying and were kinda enjoyable tbh.

-Then there was the garden of eden at the top of Maruki's palace, that was a sight to behold.

-and it also ended up making me think of something else entirely unrelated to persona.

-As sad as Maruki's story was... all bets were off when he tried to make that deal mentioning what would happen to Akechi.

-Yeaaaah that made me mad.

-The boss was on point though, Azathoths appeance was disturbing yet felt kind of fitting in a way.

-and the way it transformed when Maruki managed to evolve his persona into Adam Kadmon

-Eventually followed up with a final bullet to the head, the build up was SO delicious and the ending was satisfying, even getting to physically punch the CRAP out of Maruki before you can escape the palace.

-It, and Persona 5 Royal, was an amazing game.

ALRIGHT FINALLY FINISHED THIS. This ended up way longer than I thought and makes me glad that I chose to put the characters in their own separate post. Hope y'all enjoyed.

#persona 5 royal #goro akechi #akechi goro #makoto nijima #sae nijima #nijima makoto #suguru kamoshida #ichiryusai madarame #junya kaneshiro #futaba sakura #Okumura Kunikazu #masayoshi shido #dr maruki #takuto maruki #p5r maruki #yaldabaoth #azathoth #phantom thieves #persona 5

[niennawept]

I'm choosing random numbers so sorry if any of these is really weird 😂

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Hi, my dear friend! No worries, I will answer them nevertheless!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I'm going to forecast a bit of the future here, because my longfic is written from a close third person POV. But I think the most important thing to me is the goal of the scene. For instance, if there is a council meeting in which multiple POV characters are present, I'd decide like this: If I need the reader to understand the in-depth politics of a situation, I'd give the POV to an experienced ruler. But if I need to hide something from the reader (with some foreshadowing of future issues), I might give the perspective to someone who is less politically savvy.

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

Write what you want to read, at least for longfics. For one-shots, I can manage writing something that I wouldn't personally read, but for longfics (at least the current one), the thing that is currently helping me maintain my interest is that "I want to read this when it's done" feeling.

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

Honestly, I feel like I've been extremely fortunate on fic response. I really thought that maybe one or two people would be interested in my longfic, so I'm very pleased with everyone's kind comments. I think the closest I get to wanting more response is on certain chapters. But then, there will always be chapters that are harder to comment on then others, so I try not to sweat it.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Hopefully, still writing? But I have a habit of hobby-cycling as a person with ADHD, so even if it's just one year of my life, I'm trying to soak it in and enjoy it now.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

A chapter of Brittle Stars by fullofleaves (@hellofeanor ) and yes! It's been fascinating to explore Adar's backstory from someone else's headcanons. It's quite a bit different from mine (not that anyone but me would know since my Adar Will Not Talk about it), but that's the wonderful thing about fandom. Also, this fic gave me Pengolodh as a blorbo and now I'm basically that Brooklyn 99 gif about him:

57. Do you prefer editing as you write, or waiting until it’s finished? 

I edit as I write. ADHD brain does not like moving past something until it's polished. Sometimes, I can get away with a [transition here] during a writing sprint, but otherwise, you bet I'm sitting there searching for the perfect simile for that ancient look on Adar's face. Unfortunately, this results in many scenes that are "mostly polished" that don't get included in the final fic. There's about 80k words in the writing graveyard of this fic.

This took a long time to respond to, but only because Tumblr ate my first attempt. Thank you for the questions - they all turned out to be fun to respond to!

Get to know your fic writer asks!

#niennaanswers #lady of imladris <3 #get to know your fic writer asks

[sephie-books]

So I stayed up late to finish reading book 6 of "Aileen Travers series", "Nightfall's Prophet" and wow, this was such a good book

I honestly thought this would be the last book in the series because the author has 4 series she writes on, so I was like "ok, we're on book 6 now, I bet she's going to wrap things up and call it a day because I bet it's exhausting juggling 4 different book series right?"

wrong. this book is just getting started.

(book 1 blurb)

Life as Aileen knew it ended when she woke up in a morgue sporting a new set of fangs after a wild night out. Now as a courier for the supernatural world, she balances figuring out this whole vampire thing with making enough to support her ice cream habit. When a job goes disastrously awry and ends with a body on the ground, Aileen finds herself in over her head as she draws the attention of a powerful creature intent on her death. Aileen will need to separate her allies from her enemies before it’s too late. To survive, she’ll work with a being she swore to avoid at all costs—a powerful vampire who may hold the key to her survival. Or the flame from which her world burns.

This series has the fae, vampires, werewolves, witches, demons etc.. the supernatural world is hidden from mortals but living side by side next to them. Aileen must figure out this new world as she slowly adapts to life as a newly made vampire after her death, and she doesn't know who to trust.

Each book builds upon the previous in world building and character growth, and it leaves you wanting to find out more in each book as the stakes are raised. The books do feature romance and sex scenes, but they're not the focus of the series as much as the actual story (I personally kinda wish the author would make them smutty and add even more romance in between the story but that's just me)

In this latest book, Aileen is being targeted by a powerful vampire, but who? The obvious answer is the vampire with a vendetta against her Sire, but she begins to have ominous dreams of an ancient vampire as rumors grow that he has returned.

The plot is really good and has you devouring the pages to find out what the hell is happening (in a good way), while also you savor the interactions between Aileen and her new found family. And speaking of family, Aileen learns world shattering secrets about her own human family that she's been hiding her vampire nature from. She desperately wants them to continue thinking she's still human, however that may pale in comparison to what unfolds for them.

These books keep getting better and I can't wait for the next book in this growing series.

Nightfall's Prophet - 5/5

#aileen travers series #TA White #book review

[maevewalsh]

☆ –– (madelaine petsch, she/her, cis woman) who is MAEVE WALSH anyways? ew. you don’t know about HER, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 29 and JOURNALING feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re OBTRUSIVE and CAPRICIOUS because they care, but they’re also ARDENT and CREATIVE in the best way. SHE works to make a little money as a SINGER/SONGWRITER. they’ve rented a place on cornelia street in the form of A PENTHOUSE. END GAME (B) is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore.

𝐁𝐈𝐎. 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘.

tw: divorce.

miss maeve's about page is under serious construction and i'm afraid i'm just too excited to get things going to wait. please accept these random thoughts (temporarily) in place of something a little more polished.

♡ walsh family lore is that mae started singing before she could even really form a complete sentence, mimicking whatever she heard on the radio and dancing ( wobbling) around to the beat.

♡ silly toddler sounds graduated to full-on performances before her parents decided to nurture their child's interest and get her into voice lessons. it did not take long before she also insisted on learning guitar and next thing they knew, music was maeve's entire life.

♡ her tenth birthday brought, to this very day, maeve's favorite present: a plum-colored faux-leather journal embossed with her initials. that thing became her lifeline and she burst into tears the moment she filled the last page, the possibility of being able to get another one never crossing her little mind.

♡ that started a lifelong habit: documenting every single thought, feeling, poem, and lyric. there's just something about being able to write it out in print. sure, her notes app is just full of half-finished lyrics and she has more voice memos of melodies and beats she just couldn't forget, but nothing beats a physical copy.

♡ she has her latest journal on her at all times and keeps every single one she finishes. i won't lie, her nineteen-year collection is pretty impressive.

♡ as strange as it sounds, maeve really started to get serious about music at twelve. she'd save up all her birthday and christmas money just to book a few minutes at the nearest studio in st. paul in hopes of scrambling together a passable ep. it was expensive and there was no one nearby to even send it to if she managed to make it happen.

♡ her parents, crazy as it is, made a decision shortly after. maeve and her mom would go to california, using that as an opportunity to really pursue the music industry, while her dad would stay in minnesota for work.

♡ unconventional, but both parents wanted to support their daughter's dreams. she'd wanted to do nothing else for nearly her entire life and lord knows if maeve put her mind to something, nothing could stop her. they just knew it'd work out in the end.

♡ things were copacetic for a while, each of them getting by on visits for holiday and summer vacation, but a little over two years in, her father filed for divorce. the feeling that she broke up her family is one that she carries with her to this day.

♡ maeve got her first record deal at seventeen and her debut album was released at eighteen. it had moderate success, but things really popped off when she came out with her second album. it was off to pop super stardom from there.

♡ for all intents and purposes, she grew up in the spotlight and that really twists what you consider to be normal. something as innocuous as a smoothie run can end up on page six.

♡ it's not the kind of life most people want to live and it makes beginning new relationships (platonic or romantic) difficult. all that being said, maeve would be lying if she said she didn't love it. yes, parts of it are inconvenient or frustrating, but she wouldn't know what to do if people stopped caring or paying attention.

#cornelia.intro

[rwwinton]

Yesterday someone said something to me that has really stuck with me and I feel like I need to ramble about it a little bit here.

We were talking about books during a slow period at work and I was told by a coworker that it’s “weird” for me to call myself a “book nerd” if I “don’t want to read anything sad.” Which is just a very weird and condescending thing to say to someone, I think. 

Naturally, I have thoughts about this.

First of all, I can and do read some really heavy books. What matters to me is if things end well for the characters. By all means, put those characters through all seven levels of hell, but you had better fucking bring them back and make that torment worth it. I can send myself down the path of darkness if I know there is a light at the end. 

For example, I recently read TJ Klune’s Under the Whispering Door. There were multiple points at which I put that book down in the middle of a chapter and walked away. I also cried. Twice. But I also knew I could trust the author because I’d read a couple of his other books in the past (and his mastery of comic relief helps immensely). I may also have a really weird habit of skimming the end of a book after reading the first chapter. I had a teacher once who did that with the books she read out loud in class and I took to it I guess? It took me a month to finish reading, but I did, and rated it fairly highly.

Plus there’s the fact that I read a lot of non-fiction. In case you haven’t noticed, studying history isn’t all fun and joy. Especially when I focus on the everyday people impacted by historical happenings. Yeah, there are plenty of silly, funny, ridiculous things in history, but most of what I’m reading about isn’t.

Reading is my escape. This world is fucked up and heavy enough, and I have been dealing with depression and other mental health struggles for the last 15 years of my life. I read to go somewhere else, to live someone else’s life and adventures. I read to find some goddamn peace. 

There are currently 65 books on my virtual TBR (actually a “to be purchased” list because I can’t afford to buy everything I want to read the moment I learn about it, I just use StoryGraph’s TBR function to keep track of them all), and 17 in my physical TBR in my living room, plus 2 on pre-order being released in March. I barely have time to read my usual 50 books a year, and I add to my TBR at least a couple times a month.

Why would I make time to read things that don’t make me happy? Why should I subject my mental health to things that cause me pain? I’m not going to.

The same thing is true of my writing. Does my historical fiction take place during a really terrible point in history? You bet. But I’m not going to kill off love interests or close family and friends just because it is something that happened to a lot of people during the period (unless it happens really early on). Originally I was going to kill Nat’s brother in Let it Begin Here, but then I wanted that connection and closure that Nat gets in the end. I thought briefly about killing off Asher in Where Cannons Roar in a big heroic scene, but then I liked him too much. And in Book 3, Treasonable Practices, I was originally going to kill my main character’s father to move the plot forward, but then I couldn’t do that to either of them.

The point is, characters can go through hell, and take the reader with them, and still be okay. Why are we assigning literary merit to something just because it hurts us? 

It’s okay not to want to read books that don’t end happily. It’s okay if you want to read those kinds of books all the time. What’s not okay is judging each other for what we do and don’t read. 

As long as you aren’t giving money to really awful authors who do terrible things with their royalty checks, read whatever the fuck you want - and in whatever format you want, but that’s a whole other discussion.

#yes audio books count as reading and to say they don't is ableist #that's all i'm going to say on that #that's a different conversation #just enjoy books #LET PEOPLE ENJOY THINGS #this is why i read a lot of romance #i know everything will be okay in the end #but not straight romance #there is too much toxicity and abuse in that genre #queer romance is so much better #most of the time #anyway #rev's rambles #rev's reading rambles