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not-poignant · 6 months

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very, very late question to an old work and I will perfectly understand if you don't want to reply to this and prefer not to bring the discussion toward your old works.

out of curiosity, how much did the hunger games, divergent, maze runner or other dystopian YA works of the time influence TGATNW?

the curiosity stemmed from the fact that while my initial perspective on your works were that they were a complete divergence from mainstream media due to its rawer, kinkier nature, a thought popped up that your works might have (purposefully?) satisfied the trends of the times they were created. the golden age (and fae tales soon after) was an appropriate dystopian rebellion story in the midst of the YA fever in 2014-2015 containing similar tropes.

On the other hand, falling falling stars and other efnisien centric works which address mental health and recovery more heavily than other works were published in the present day while shows on mental health discourse (for instance sex education and euphoria) are increasingly more popular. there are definitely exceptions, but those mentioned are some of your most prominent works.now that I think about it, my question might actually be: if at all, how do current trends influence your narratives? I think I remember a mention of these works' influences being old tales, so it would be interesting to hear how contemporary works have inspired you as well if it all.

thanks Pia! even if you don't reply, thanks for all the time and effort you've put into these works. they mean a lot and so much more to a many people.

This one is easy to answer:

my question might actually be: if at all, how do current trends influence your narratives?

So the TL;DR upfront -> I don't read, and often don't know about current trends. I have zero interest in writing to market. I hadn't read any of those books you mentioned when I wrote The Golden Age that Never Was with the exception of The Hunger Games, which came out over half a decade beforehand (except for the last installment in the trilogy, which was my least favourite lol).

In more detail:

I was inspired to write The Golden Age that Never Was - I can't believe I'm saying this - based on a dream I had in August, 2015.

I read Divergent for the first time in 2016 (er, so after I'd started TGATNW). I read book 1, gave it 2 stars, and don't remember anything about it. I haven't read Maze Runner and I know nothing about it.

Going back through my Goodreads account in 2013 and 2014, I read what looks like almost no books actually published in those years. I read books on cod (literally, the nonfiction book Cod, it's really very good), I read Manna Francis (defo not YA), I read nonfiction books on trauma, I read a bunch of Tricia Owens (M/M not YA), I read Eleanor & Park (YA but contemporary), I read a bunch of M/M, Hagio Moto's Zankoku na Kami ga Shihaisuru manga took over my life for a few months, and then I read a bunch more BL manga (none of it recently published that year) for consecutive months and checked out of anything written in the western world for almost half a year.

I got back into M/M at the end of / beginning of 2015 and it looks like that was all I was reading through all of 2015 with very few exceptions (one more Rainbow Rowell book, Station Eleven by Mandel, and nonfiction). I read no dystopian YA in the 2 year lead up to writing The Golden Age that Never Was. Not a single title. Out of like 200 titles. I didn't even read historical dystopian YA. I think we can safely say that was in no way a direct influence and I can bet you around $500 I had no idea it was a trend lmao.

I do not know exactly how to convey how little I give a shit about reading or responding to publishing trends. I don't care and have never cared. No, wait, I think I attempted to care for about 2 months after seeing a Facebook post about it and then was like 'wait, this is extremely demotivating' and stopped. There are some - few - absolute favourite authors who if they release a book, I will read it that year. (Like the latest Murderbot by Martha Wells). Otherwise I prefer generally not knowing what the trends are, and I don't read author blogs etc. that keep me updated on this. New genres rise and fall and by the time I hear of them, they've either already vanished, or new names have been invented for them.

I feel the same way about music and a lot of television as well. I started watching True Detective for the first time this year. A lot of the music I've listened to and discovered didn't release that music this year. And while I have watched and listened to things that did release this year, it was less because it was 'trendy' and more because they are musicians I've always listened to (Manchester Orchestra) or TV shows I would have wanted to watch anyway.

Also The Golden Age that Never Was isn't dystopian YA. But I wasn't reading much by the way of any dystopian romantic science fiction anyway (and certainly nothing released in those years), and no space operas or anything like that. If TGATNW synced up with any trends at all, it was a happy coincidence. But given I don't think it's YA, if people who only wanted to read dystopian YA found it, they were going to be really disappointed! Lmao.

Around 2013 I also just stopped reading anything heterosexual because I had a choice in the moment and exercised that choice. And I tell you - it's low key hilarious how much you get locked out of almost all the trends (certainly almost 10 years ago) anyway, if you exclusively read same sex.

I also just have general disdain for the idea of purposefully satisfying any kind of fiction trends in fanfiction. Like, no, that's not for me. I think that's a waste of my time, and it's not why I write fanfiction. I write fanfic for fun, and to me, looking at trends and writing to trends is one of the least fun things I can actually think of doing.

(Re: Your Sex Education / Euphoria example, I had to laugh. I haven't seen the latter, and the former I only watched for the first time late last year, when I'd already finished Falling Falling Stars.)

No trend has ever inspired anything I've ever written. And no book / show has ever directly inspired anything I've ever written too. I definitely have inspirations - everyone does - but like, yeah no, one of the reasons I let other people rec works similar to mine is because I can never think of any, because I write because of a perceived vacuum providing what I want to read. If what I want to read is already present and there's a lot of it, I won't write anything, because I don't need to. I am the opposite of an 'adding my book into the pile of a trend' author, like literally, that's a reason to not write for me.

I write what I don't see in the world, and it's pretty much that simple.

#asks and answers #personal #pia on writing #the golden age that never was #like i get that other people write trends very successfully #i hate doing it and i hate even knowing what the trends are #it never lasts and it leads to a bloat in that arena #and honestly anon most of that stuff is still painfully heterosexual #so it's not what i want to read anyway #reading almost exclusively m/m locks me out of almost all the trends #because this world is still heteronormative and writing trends #are still saturated in bigotry #it's gotten better slightly but not a great deal #there are also trends in M/M that i don't particularly care about either #like mafia romance being the rage for the last year or so #in dark m/m romance #like good for them if i feel like writing a mafia romance one day #it'll have nothing to do with what's trendy #will that lose me readers? probably #i can't remember what divergent was about but my review was very scathing and i didn't read any future books fsdalfkajsd

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hiveworks · 9 months

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bloodaria · 1 year

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Near Dark (1987) dir. Kathryn Bigelow

#near dark #near dark 1987 #kathryn bigelow #filmedit #horroredit #filmgifs #moviegifs #*announcer voice* though this might look deeply homoerotic to viewers #i regret to inform you that 80% of the movie's screentime is taken up by an insipid straight romance #m*

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kitigai · 9 months

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#video games #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion romance #m!dark urge #m!tav

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romana-after-dark · 3 months

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Symptom of Being Human (A Room's on Fire FishBen Bonus Chapter)

Francisco Morales x Benjamin Miller

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Summery: Frankie and Ben share in intimacy

Warnings and Content: Read warnings for the full fic, but for this bonus chapter, repressed queer love, mentions and references of forced breeding and brainwashing Madonna. Poor communication. Deluuuuuusions!

Song fic to Symptom of Being Human by Shinedown, a song found on the spotify playlist for the fic.

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I can still remember me and Miss November Rain Beautiful and strange Always so inclined, coloring outside the lines Yeah, you were never on time

Francisco slammed his dresser drawer closed after yanking some pyjamas out. Maybe he kicked it a little, he wasn't sure.

He could sense the moment Ben walked in through the door even if he hadn't heard him. Ben was good at sneaking around.

"Why are you so pissy today."

It was the glib in his voice that irked Francisco the most, the stpring in his step as he padded over to where Francisco was braced over the dresser.

"I'm not pissy." But even still, he stiffened to Ben's touch as he wrapped his arms around his lovers middle.

Benjamin kissed Francisco's neck in an attempt to relax him, closing his eyes to his scent, but Francisco rolled his shoulders and jerked himself out of Ben's grasp, taking two steps away. He hated this, he hated caring so much, he hated it being a secret, he hated having to sneak around when Pope could just have them whenever and however he wanted. It wasn't fair.

Ben's arms dropped to his side. "Hey. What's wrong?" He asked, genuine, but Francisco was still irritated. "C'mon, baby, talk to me..."

The older man scoffs. "You're surprised I don't wanna suck your dick when it's gonna taste like her?"

You've always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here What's wrong with me and you is crystal clear

Benny's laugh was sardonic. "Oh, is that what the issue is?"

"Yes, that's what the issue is, Ben!"

He wanted to scoff at him, but sensed Francisco wasn't in the mood to be teased for his jealousy. "Frankie, baby," Benny placed a careful hand on Franciscos shoulder, turning him. Frankie faced him, but his head was hanging and not making eye contact. "Baby please look at me." He cupped the patchy beard and coaxed Franciscos face up to look at him.

"You were late..." Frankie mutters, eyes ever-avoidant. "You were late to be with me because you wanted her."

"Frankie..." Ben places a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry, okay? But it's not any different than you and Santi-"

"Yes it is!!!" Frankie steps back, but the bed was right there so he stumbles. Ben reaches for him, both of them falling onto the bed but sitting upright.

Benny's hand is on Francisco's chest. "Easy now..." He kissed the mans cheeks, then the corner of his mouth, then his lips. "I'm doing this for us, okay? The sooner she's pregnant, so sooner we can be together."

Sometimes I'm in a room where I don't belong And the house is on fire and there's no alarm And the walls are melting too How 'bout you?

Francisco was hesitant to believe him, but the way Benny looked at him, adoring blue eyes and his face framed in shaggy, dirty blonde hair... it was hard not to fall into his promises. "What do you mean..."

His eyes lit up, knowing that Francisco was listening. Ben smiled. "Once Madonna has the savior, everything will change, don't you understand?" He grabbed Frank's hand, pulling it to his chest as he scooted closer. "Pope will be so busy, his only focus will be raising the savior with Madonna, fullfiling the prophesy... he'll be too preoccupied with her to want you like that, it can just be us."

Shaking his head, Frank was not convinced. Pope wasn't like that. Pope was obsessive, possessive, he needed everyone and everything to belong to him. "Benjamin, that... I don't think that's what's gonna happen."

"But I do!" Ben was practically bouncing on the bed with excitement; his evergy never ceased to amaze Francisco, constantly animated by the next new exciting thing, but always coming back to Francisco. "Once the savior is born, well, the world will change, Frankie! Things will finally be allowed to be good." He kissed his lovers knuckles. "And what can be more good than us being together?"

Frankie didn't believe any of this for a second. He didn't believe there was a savior, or that they were gods... Ben did, and Benjamin Joseph Miller was an unstoppable force... but Santiago was an immoveable object. Still, as Ben began kissing his lips, his tongue sliding into his mouth, Francisco was, in fact, a moveable object. To Santiago, he was a stoppable force. Franisco felt like the rope in a game of tug of war, and push and pull between the two men in a covert battle.

Ben would never ever outwardly disrespect Pope. Pope was what Ben wanted to be. He admired Pope in a way he used to admire his older brother, long before jealousy and anger and drugs tore them apart. Benjamin would do anything for Santi's approval, and the look on his face when Ben was under him always made Frank jealous... then he had to remind himself that was a rare occurence compared to how often Ben was the voyer in those situations, and how much harder it much be for him knowing how often it happened behind closed doors.

He never even spoke badly about Pope in these intimate moments, Frank learning quickly to not say anything negative about their leader or even hint at disloyalty, because it always turned into a fight. Ben defended their friend to the death. What Ben couldn't understand, however, was that Frankie loved Pope too. Santiago was a good leader, he kept things prosperous in their community and he was like a brother to Frankie. He'd never known a life outside of Pope... but he was not perfect, and he wished Ben could see that. Unfortunately, to Ben, questioning Santi at all meant questioning his infallibility as a God, and if he questioned that... Ben's entire reality fell.

I've never been the favorite, thought I'd seen it all 'Til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball And my friends are coming too How 'bout you? Don't worry, it's all just a symptom of being human

"Benjamin..." Frank moaned into the boys mouth and he palmed him over his jeans.

"Fuck, love when you say my full name."

He knew he was irresistible, he know he was attractive in both looks and charm when he wanted to turn it all, that's why he spent so much time between the legs of women in their commune, on top of Frankie or under Santi. Everyone wanted him, and those that didn't... well, they got him either way.

"Off." Ben ordered, unzipping Frankie's pants and tugging them down when he lifted his hips up. Francisco soon found himself laying down on his bed in his boxers with Ben grinding into him. His pants were still on, the rough material adding to the pressure of their cocks grinding together.

Their hands explored each other's bodies as if this was a new landscape, as it they weren't intimately familiar already. Ben squeezed the soft of his sides as Frankie felt the hard of his chest. It didn't matter how different they were, quiet and loud. Fire, and a gentle flower waiting to be scorched like the earth around it. The flower simply basked in the warmth of the sun, unaware it was withering away.

Unpack all your baggage, hide it in the attic where You hope it disappears This all seems so familiar, but it doesn't feel like home It's just another unknown

Nothing mattered in these moments; Benjamin was the only thing that would calm his racing mind.

Ben sat up, still straddling Francisco and pulled his shirt over his head. Francisco was always mesmerized by this view, the way Benjamin's muscles flexed and moved, the dim light of the shitty lamp casting shadows across his chest. Taught and strong, lean muscles gave way further down to the jutting of his hipbones and golden tan skin. Right at the ends of his abs was a trail of brown hair, much darker than that on his head and face, cut off just barely before his pubic hair by his low-slung jeans.

Frankie couldn't help but gaze up at the sun god... in moments like this, with this view... Francisco could fool himself into believing the god-hood of his paramour. If God was real, Benjamin was his divine gift. Nights alone with him were the closest to heaven that he'd ever be, considering all Francisco had done in his lifetime.

"You're beautiful..." he murmured up him.

Ben's wide grin softened, folding back over Ben to pepper kisses all over Frankie's aged face. "Not as beautiful as you, darl'n"

You've always been slightly awkward, kinda weird Upside down and not all here Right or wrong, it's all so crystal clear

Francisco was not an open person. He didn't let his emotions show, good or bad. Not the way Will expressed his pain or his love, the way Pope expressed his rage, or how Ben expressed his joy. Nothing like that came easy to him. He was aware of the way Madonna watched him pensively, probably wondering why he didn't talk to her, why he didn't fuck her outside of when Pope dragged them together for a threesome...

With Benjamin, he was laid bare, naked and venerable, allowing Benjamin inside him physically and emotionally into the deepest reaches. They were as connected as two people could be, and no one saw Frankie's heart the way Ben did. No one could fill him the way Ben did.

"Perfect, fucking perfect." Ben grunted into Frank's ear as he fucked into his hole, spreading him open. Francisco laid back on the bed, his knees bent and pressed up against his stomach where Ben held there, squeezing his aching member between himself.

Frankie whispers, a contrast to Ben's loud noise, "I love you, Benjamin."

"I love you too, Francisco, don't you ever forget that" Ben moved to his mouth, kissing him and only stopping to mumble against his lips. "She can't compare to you, okay? She doesn't matter. No pussy can compare to you, got it?"

"Got it." He did. Later, when Ben left before daylight and Francisco was there alone in bad, reaching over to Ben's side just to feel the bit of his body heat left behind, doubt would creep in. When he heard Ben bragging to Will about the latest girl he railed over a fence post or against a wall, he would wonder why he wasn't enough for Ben. When he saw his handsome lover trying to fuck a baby into Madonna or kissing Santiago, he'd be reminded that the sex they shared was not unique to Benny, he didn't need him for that.

But as Ben spread his legs, jerking Frankie's weeping cock and thrusting into him, never stopping kissing him, not even long enough for them to breath. He felt like he was Ben's entire world.

The dizzying orgasm made Francisco feel like maybe, just maybe things could be different. Maybe, if Madonna got pregnant, Pope would lose interest in Francisco; what use is someone who couldn't give him children?

Maybe then, him and Ben could hold hands out in the open.

We're all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools We're all just passing through Passengers on a ship of fools

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Not gonna lie, friends in my phone, I teared up writing this.

I write some FishBen on my main, and it's always a lil angsty but happy ending bc they love each other. Deeply. Even when I don't write them romantic, they are very very close, Like in Leather and Lace Universe.

Here, though.... :( they can't be out, they are just angsty and love

Anyway Im obsessed with this song and listened to it for an hour on my drive planning this fic.

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sarahowritesostucky · 5 months

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📖"Coming to Collect"

Rated: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Tags: mob boss Bucky, mafia au, spanking, Steve watches, background m/f/m, possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, fingering

Summary: You're trapped, caught, stuck like a bug in honey as he crosses the room. You spoke out of turn, embarrassed him in front of the others. Made him look weak. Now you squirm in your seat, all-too-aware of what he'll be doing to you once he gets you someplace private.

Really, you regret it the second the words cross your lips. It's a party, you've made a joke--and sure, it was funny enough, and lighthearted enough--but it was also at his expense. And he heard you. And if there's one thing you NEVER want to do, it's make him look weak in front of others. Which is exactly why he's heading your way, now.

Bucky. You whimper without meaning to, pressing your lips together to stifle the noise. No, you try to plead with your eyes. I'm sorry.

He doesn't stop, keeps walking over to where you're supposedly "holding court" with some of the other wives---a role you never asked for but which has been foisted on you anyway, just like him. He moves slowly, in no rush, looking very nice indeed in his perfectly-tailored suit. You can see the glint of his Rolex peeking from his cuff, the tattoos on the back of his hand that you now know mark him as a very Russian, very bad man.

You wore a skirt to this event, silk, and the memory of what he's capable of reducing you to in a skirt makes your thighs squeeze together on reflex. Your pulse picks up as you watch him approach. Just at seeing the lax set of his jaw, the way his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, eyes glinting and trained on you. Just these tiny things make your heart beat faster and your cunt pulse. To everyone else he must look completely casual, but you know better.

"Ladies," he greets, making the assembled group of women--all of whom belong to men less dangerous and less important than him--flutter their lashes up at him. He stops just beside your chair, holds out his hand with the faintest hint of a smirk. "Come on, Doll," he says softly, making the other women titter. You know that they all fantasize about him, that they think they know him, think they're imagining correctly when they imagine cheating on their husbands with him.

If only they knew ...

-Knew that the arch in his brow is saying: Watch you mouth, Puppy.

-That the gleam in his eye is promising: You're gonna pay for that one, Princess.

-That the quirk of his lips is whispering: Just wait 'till Daddy gets you over his lap.

-That he doesn't care what you want; That's for him to decide.

You feel dread curling like smoke in your belly, mixing with the heat and the tightness that're suddenly there as well. Your panties, you realize, are a little bit damp.

He waits with that patient and unwavering stare, until you slip your hand into his large and calloused one. "Time to go home," he purrs, and you swallow thickly, because you can hear the unspoken ending to that sentence.

The wives don't even wait until you're out of hearing distance, before they start whispering behind your back. But you couldn't give two figs about whatever gossip they may choose to make up. All your focus is on Bucky. He smells like expensive cologne and clean male musk; the latter of which you know you'll be face down in, the second the two of you reach a private place. He kisses your cheek and walks you out of the party with a gentlemanly arm around your waist, hand well-within polite territory.

Out on the chilly city sidewalk, that hand slides up your spine, up to cup the back of your neck and steer you towards the idling towne car. You'd arrived in separate cars, but apparently you'll be leaving in this one together. He opens the door for you and purrs, "Now tell me, Princess: how many do you think you deserve?"

You barely contain your whimper. And when you slide across the back seat of the Bentley, you see that the chauffer's cap ahead of you is resting on a head of blond hair. Your eyes go wide and a new gush of wetness appears between your legs. This time, you don't fully contain the whimper.

Steve's driving tonight.

Bucky notices your reaction, of course he does, and he looks gleeful. He knows that he doesn't have to remind you that this car has no partition. And when Steve pulls the car out into the heavy traffic of Saturday night Manhattan, Bucky pulls you smoothly over his lap ... and begins to finger you from under the silk of your skirt.

"Oh god," you whine.

"Honey. You're so wet."

"Bucky-"

His hand covers your mouth. "Hey Steve." He relays your "joke" to the other man, talks with him about you like you're not there. "Tell me: how many you think she deserves?"

"Oh Boy," you hear come smugly from the front seat. "Let me just think ..."

The drive home is long that night, with Bucky narrating every single filthy thing he does to you, in the back seat of that car.

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rielzero · 1 month

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A while ago I saw someone make a fun headcanon post were Ascended Astarion bites (more like nips than bite through) his consort as a stress relief, since a lot of folks see his relationship with them as a safety/comfort blanket I suppose? Very gently. Needs them around all the time. Idk, just thought it was cute.

My own take is more inspired by the grabby-ness of the patch 6 kisses, (less of the playful shoving/pushing) where Astarion will feel very touchy-feely as a means of comforting.

Astarion: *Grabs hold of Locke's chin and studies the side of his neck, just staring at the bitemarks he's left.*

Loki: *confused look, then looks amused*

They could just be doing about anything and Astarion will casually put his thumb to his lip to get a look at his fangs. Loki: I don't think I have cavities. *makes a face because he's not sure why he keeps doing that* Astarion: *absent-minded-satisfied-happy face* Hmm? Oh. Of course you don't, you're perfect.

Loki: So you keep saying, you're being very grabby lately.

Astarion: Ah- *releases*

Loki: Oh- I don't mind!

Astarion: Astarion: *Grabs hold of his face again*

The touchiness continues in almost any scenario, even if they're not directly engaged in conversation with each other. Astarion just needs to redirect Loki towards him for a moment, and he starts doing it subconsciously out of habit. There's not much thought behind it beyond affection.

Loki: *looking over documents he's holding* Astarion: *engaged in a conversation with his staff, wandering around the room as he's directing them to new tasks and plans* Loki: *Sorting the documents, not looking at Astarion* Astarion: *during his wandering, he moves closer to Loki, tilts his chin with a gentle caress while he's talking to staff*

Loki: *looks up from the movement, blinks confused when he makes eyecontact* Astarion: *smiles at him, caresses his shoulder before turning his face back to staff while he's still engaged in conversation with them.*

Loki: *raises a brow, small smile while he turns his attention back to the documents, shakes his head in amusement*

The staff: *all carefully observing the body language while listening, they see Astarion do this all the time, it's kind of expected at this point.*

Pfff. Can you imagine the diary / journal entries of the servants? The fanatics would be drafting entire paragrahps detailing all the tiny micro-movements he's making towards Loki even if they're not talking to each other. All Loki has to do is be in the room, and Astarion will subconsciously direct affectionate glances towards him no matter what is happening. And Loki would do the same towards him, of course. Lots of staring, lost in thought.. Fidgeting. Rubbing his wrist affectionately while he's getting lost in Astarion's voice. (bitemark location.)

They don't have to be directly engaged with each other for affection to be radiating off of them through the room. And everyone gets to see it. All the time.

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phantomarine · 9 months

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The Demon of Beausoleil: The Complete Edition is now funding on Hivemill - go check it out and give the comic your support!

#the demon of beausoleil #crowdfunding #signal boost #dark fantasy #m/m romance

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bookishtrash · 9 months

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Many Captive Prince fans keep telling me to try Ariana Nash’s books. I’ve just started reading King of the Dark, and Prince Vasili has me in a chokehold by looks alone 😂⚜️

#mm books #mm fantasy #bookblr #captive prince #c.s. pacat #ariananash #king of the dark #read this book #m/m romance #current read #I wanna stay up and read this till 2AM #It’s only been two chapters #fantasy books #book quotes #bookworm

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fantaseawriting · 2 years

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The Metkayina’s Mate Chapter 2

This is the second chapter in my Avatar story. It is Na’vi Male x Human female (both her avatar form and human form). While this chapter doesn’t have any, this story will contain mature themes. It will also have dark content (dub-con bordering on non-con, primal play, size kink, breeding kink, forced submission, etc.). If you do not like these themes, do not read this story.

18+ MINORS DNI

One week. An entire week had passed since you arrived on Pandora and yet you could hardly believe its real. The entire experience was mind boggling. First, you had to cope with never going home again. Like it or not, Pandora was now your home. Even if ninety percent of the planet was trying to kill you. It was something you just had to learn to survive with, literally. For the most part, everyone in the DSU was friendly but distant. The ‘Alpha Squad’ as Shelby liked to call them, carried around an air of superiority with them. They were the only ones who willingly signed up for this. Everyone else was either chosen at random, or chosen for their skill and just not told. That is how Dr. Nick Ryker ended up in the DSU. He was top of his field in Botony. The only person that was potentially more skilled than him was Grace, but she had more interest in running the Avatar program than being a part of the DSU.

Nick was the closest thing to a friend you had. Your skills were in Marine Biology. They had plans on moving to the coast for research, but until then you had more use as your Avatar than as yourself. When out collecting research and data, at least one Avatar and a unit of soldiers accompanied them. you being the Avatar was more useful to the expedition, as you could aid in some of the field research. You also took part in the defense training the other Avatars went through, though you were at a disadvantage.

Your avatar was smaller than everyone else’s and different from the one you logged simulation training hours with. It took a bit to gather your bearings and learn how to move. Having a tail was weird, but you learned it aided you with balance, something none of the other Avatar drivers seemed to take advantage of. It helped you greatly with training. While out with the field expeditions, you found yourself often climbing trees and nearby rocks and cliffs. It helped you get more comfortable with your Avatar’s body.

Your field expeditions were slowly going farther and farther out, a Rotorwing bringing you the longer distances. This one was no exception. The Rotorwing had brought you quite a distance into the forest, almost reaching the coast. The team was in the forest below you, collecting samples from the flora indigenous to this particular area. You had climbed into the trees to get a better look around. As you reached the top of the tree, the view took your breath away. Not far from your currently location, maybe half a days trek on food with humans, the trees thinned into the coast line. You could see the beautiful turquoise water brush agains the light colored sand. The water went as far as you could see, even as high up as you were. Beyond the coast, you could see what looked to be one island, but the rest of the horizon was turquoise water meeting blue sky.

As a Marine Biologist, you had been pushing to go to the coast. Nick assured you that the team would get there within the month, but you had to be patient. You hated being a glorified watchdog. That is essentially all you did. You followed them in Avatar form in case you met any Na’vi, but you never did. You hated not being useful, and couldn’t wait to see the coast, and the life that existed within Pandora’s waters.

You slowly moved through the treetops, slowly heading towards the coast. Once you were a little closer, you spotted what appears to be a house built partially over the water. It was clearly of Na’vi build, but it was odd that it was the only one there. Most of the time, the Clans lived together, their structures built in one central area. You made your way back to the group, landing on the ground almost silently. The team was still busy collecting their samples as you approached.

“I spotted a structure on the coast, not far from here. I am going to scout the nearby area, make sure we aren’t being watched or set off any traps.” You explained. Ryker looked hesitant, but nodded.

“Don’t go too far, stay close enough that we can hear you if something happens.” He ordered, and you nodded with a smile, your fangs flashing at him.

“As always, safety first.” You replied, before heading off towards the coast. You were much faster than a human in your Avatar, so easily put some distance between you and the team. You were keeping an eye out for traps and if you were being followed. But you knew if you asked to go see the structure you would be told no. So a little white lie got you away from the team to explore.

You made your way across the forest floor, only stopping when you saw the tell-tale signs of a trap set by Na’vi. You slowed to a stop, examining the ropes well hidden in the foliage. The device was simple, but effective. If you tripped the rope, a spiked spear would have risen from the foliage and impaled you.

You stepped closer, trying to figure out how to disarm it. As you did, you heard a crack and a net closed around you, lifting you high into the treetops above. You let out an indignant yelp, struggling within the net to be able to grab the knife tucked into your sock. A trap hidden within a trap. It was very smart, and you should have known better. You managed to free the knife from its holster on you ankle, and began sawing at the ropes of the net around you. You gripped onto the rope of the net above you as you cut awa the button, your body beginning to fall. You managed to hold yourself dangling in the air by the remains of the net your body was now free from.

Looking around, you spotted a a branch nearby that appeared close enough for you to swing to. As you began to swing your body towards the branch, you spotted movement in your periferal vision. In the distance you could see a Na’vi appear from inside the structure on the shore. They must have had some sort of alarm system for the traps. You started swinging more earnestly as the figure took off in a sprint towards you.

As your body swayed, once you got close enough to the branch you released the net, your hands grabbing at the branch in front of you. You pulled yourself up, and briefly looked back towards the coast. The figure was gone, likely already within the trees. It was almost impossible to spot a Na’vi once they were in the forest. Panic surged for you, and you turned and began running from branch to branch, heading back in the direction of your team.

You tried to listen to the forest around you as you ran, but the only thing you could hear were the noises you made as you ran. A large blue figure appears on the branch infront of you, causing you to yelp as you skidded to a halt on the branch you were running on. You feet slid, throwing off your balance and causing you to plummet into the forest below. You hit several branches on the way down, groaning as you did until you managed to grab onto one to stop your descent. Before you could pull yourself up onto the branch the Na’vi above you jumped down, grabbing your hair, yanking you off the branch and plummeting you onto the forest floor. You land with groan, rolling on the ground to distance yourself from the Na’vi, before you stood. You held your knife in your hand as you looked at the Na’vi infront of you.

He was large. Taller and broader than any of the avatars you had seen. His muscles were tight, as if he was ready to pounce at any second. His long hair fell in braids down his shoulders, swaying as he moved. His green eyes were narrowed at you, his ears back in anger. Your avatar barely reached his shoulders. You had never seen a Na’vi in person before, and he was terrifying up close. You doubted you could hold your own against a normal Na’vi, let alone against the male infront of you, who seemed to be larger than the average male.

“You trespass on Metkayina lands.” His voice was a snarl, the sound of the Na’vi language somehow making him even more frightening.

“We mean no harm. My team only comes to research.” You responded, thankful for your years of study of the Na’vi language. The Metkayina was the most reclusive clan, none having studied at the school. You doubted he knew any English.

“Your team is far. They do not care for your safety.” His words sounded almost like an accusation more than anything.

“I went ahead to scout.” You responded, not liking that he assumed the team didn’t care for you.

“Scouting implies skill. You are not a scout. More like a baby stumbling through the forest.” Your ears went back at his words, you grip tightening on your knife. You didn’t a Na’vi mocking you.

“I am capable enough. I found your trap.” You replied, glaring at the Na’vi male before you.

“Yet fell into the second trap.” He almost sounded amused, a small smirk forming on his lips as his stance relaxed. He clearly didn’t see you as a threat.

“A trap I easily escaped from.” You responded haughtily. His lips formed a feral grin, more baring his fangs than a smile.

“Not without getting caught.” He said, walking forward and closing the distance between you. “Why do you look…. Different?” He grabbed a lock of your hair as he asked. You slapped his hair away, taking a step back from him.

“I look fine.” You answered, not wanting to explain the process of the doctor messing up your avatars dna.

“The other sky folk, they appear like us. Your features are different.” He stated, his gaze raking up and down your form, a dark glint in his eyes that made tou uneasy.

“I need to get back to my team.” You said, hoping to end this odd interaction without death, or worse. As you went to step around him, he grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you to a stop.

“You trespassed on Metkayina lands. My lands. You will answer for this.” He stated, starting to pull you towards the coast. You instantly lashed out, slicing his arm with your knife as you jerked back. The Na’vi hissed and released you, likely from shock. You didn’t hesitate to turn and take off springing into the forest. The trees blurred by you as you ran. You were not sure which direction you were running in at that moment, but you knew you couldn’t stop or slow down, in fear of him catching you.

You yelled out for your team as you ran, silently cursing yourself for being dumb enough to wander so far from them. Branches and twigs hit your face and scrapped your arms as you ran blindly. You knew you were loud, but you would sacrifice stealth for speed to get away from the male chasing you. There was a sudden decline in the ground, and your foot caught a root, sending you tumbling down the steep hill. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled to a stop at the bottom, and movement to your left made you freeze.

A Thanator stood between the trees to your left, emitting a low growl as it crouched forward, ready to attack. Suddenly, you wished you hadn’t run from the Na’vi. You quickly stood and took off running, aimlessly running and leaping through the jungle, sounds of the Thanator chasing after you filling the air.

A yelp sounded from behind you, and you glanced back to see the Thanator stumble to the side, an arrow lodge in its leg. You didn’t stop running to see what happened next, because either you were being chased by a Na’vi or you were being chased by a Thanator. A part of you hoped they would just take each other out and leave you alone.

Your world spun as you were tackled to the ground, you and the Na’vi rolling in a flurry of limbs and hisses as you struggled to not be trapped beneath him. He managed to pin you to the ground, his hands caging your wrists against the dirt as you flared up at him. But as quickly as he subdued you, a black blur crashed into him. The Thanator dragged him off to the side, and you stared at the scene briefly before getting up and taking off towards the sound of rushing water nearby.

A spark of hope filled your chest as the sound got closer. You weren’t sure what was happening with the Na’vi and the Thanator, but odds are the Thanator would win, so getting across the water was your best bet for survival. A loud roar erupted behind you as you cleared the trees, a cliff in front of you with rushing water below. You would just have to hope the water was deep enough that you wouldn’t be harmed from the fall. It was better than being ripped apart by the large feline-like creature.

You reached the edge and jumped without hesitation, flying through the air towards the water below. You looked back just in time to see the Na’vi follow you over the edge, the angry Thanator snarling from the cliffs’ edge. Your body hit the water hard and fast, all your senses being developed by it at once. You struggled to push yourself to the surface against the strong current, your body spinning wildly as the water rushed against you. You just managed to break the surface as you open your eyes, only to see a large rock that you then smash into, your head making a hard contact that sends your world into darkness as you are knocked unconscious.

#avatar #dark romance #no minors #na’vi #na’vi x reader #na’vi x human #na’vi x avatar #na’vi x OC #reader #mating #m/f

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velvetdestroya · 1 year

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If all my enemies threw a party, would you light the candles? Day 2, Rod Laver Area, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, March 2023.

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#mcr #my chemical romance #m y chemical romance 2023 #my chemical romance melbourne australia 2023 #my chemical romance reunion tour 2023 #gerard way #gerard way dark hair #gerard way 2023 #gerard way melbourne australia 2023 #gerard way reunion tour 2023

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rp-partnerfinder · 2 months

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🫡💗🎉🕊️

Let’s live it up y’all I got some canon/OC and canon/canon pairings for a slew of fandoms I’m looking for, as well as some non fandom plots! All M/F pairings.

Here’s my general info: 26, she/her, multiple responses a week, but I can’t ever promise daily. Sometimes it happens though SOMETIMES. Real life comes first and I have jobs and blah blah blah. I prefer discord, multi para, past tense, 3rd person format.

I love smut, love dark themes, I love intensity, drama, romance, all of it baby. My limits are few but most be respected, and I’ll do the same for you.

20 and up please, I don’t care about your IRL gender, as long as you play a male against my female! All characters over 18 as well, please.

Okay, starting with fandoms:

SUCCESSION: Looking for a Kendall Roy (or Roman Roy, or Matteson, or Stewy) against my starving artist/anti-Waystar female OC, for a Romeo and Juliet inspired RP, info available on request. I’m BEGGING for this one. (happy to double up as Shiv in a pairing for you).

HANNIBAL: looking for a Hannibal Lecter AND/OR Will Graham, or Dolarhyde or Male OC against my updated/Fullerverse Clarice Starling (FC: Holliday Grainger), full google doc avail on request!

STRANGER THINGS: Looking for an Eddie, Billy or Steve against my female OC, info available on request.

FALLOUT: Looking for a Nick Valentine or MacCready against my Sole Survivor or female OC. Also open to hearing about your male OCs!

THE BEAR: Looking for a Carmy against my female OC, info available on request.

MARVEL: Looking for a Loki to my Sigyn, AUs and mischief are all welcome!

AND NOW FOR NON FANDOM PLOT WANTS:

PIRATES: give me a plot of a girl encountering a pirate (kidnapping? Friends from youth? Figured out some kind of mutually beneficial situation/deal?) and their unexpected relationship.

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA: Inspired by the book and musical, a theatre "ghost" is enchanted with a young new muse - actress, singer, whatever. Could be fun to do this in the traditional time period, or try something in like.. the Italian Renaissance, or 1910s-20s burlesque.

CULT: any time period at all, but give me a cult leader lead to obsession by one of his brand new young members, making her the object of his affection and a prize to be won/toy to be played with.

Also interested in anything along the lines of WILD WEST, TITANIC, WWI/WWII, or ANYTHING HISTORICAL with a romance focus! Be that noir, fantasy, paranormal, some 90s rom-com vibes, whatever. Just… not of this current time period, lol

You got any ideas that go along these general lines? I’d absolutely love to hear them.

Go ahead and like this and I’ll reach out! I’m HUNGRY y’all, come play!!

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letters-toyourheart · 1 year

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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."

- M.L. Rio, If We Were Villians

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kitigai · 9 months

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#video games #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 #m!tav #m!dark urge #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion romance

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bigbadivy · 19 days

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Leaving my world at your care

prompt: “I do not know what tomorrow will bring, but whatever happens, please… take care of my cat.”

She had an hour.

And she used to go to him.

Heroine stepped through the boy’s dorms as quietly and as quickly as she could. None of the guys were out, probably scared of the punishments for dismissing bed-time.

It didn’t matter to her.

In less than an hour, she would be too far away from the academy. Which was terrifying, but meant that she could forget about certain rules.

Just as she started to enjoy her little rebellious freedom, she found his dorm. The headboy’s dorm. Her sole rival.

The stakes were too high to care about whether or not she obeys bedtime.

She took out the key bunch she had in her pocket, which she was given by her homeroom teacher to help him ensure no troubles were made inside the dorms.

“The teacher’s bunch? hm, you know, acting like a complete nerd won’t help you become smarter than me.”

“Maybe. But it will help me sneak mice into your room.”

Now Rival will learn his lesson.

She searched for the right key and unlocked the door, a bit at unease from the audible sounds the lock made.

Surprisingly, the room was not entirely dark. Rival’s windows were open and the full moon shed some light inside.

He was not in his bed.

Instead, he was sprawled over his table, his neck placed on his bookand his back crooked onward. This did not seem comfortable. And it would hurt when he wakes up.

“How come no one invented a way to not be stiff after sitting…?”

“You mean like, stretching?”

“...”

“Nerd.”

She knew that this astronomy exam stressed everyone, but she didn’t imagine him like… He looked so tired. Perhaps she teased his last score too much.

and she had no time to help now.

I’m scared, too.

Heroine got closer to him, and raised her hand to his shoulder, but then froze.

He had enough to worry about, and she doesn’t know how he would react to her request- Nor what he will imagine is the reason for such a strange plea…

Right now, at least one of them got to rest.

But it wasn’t just her on the line anymore. She cannot just keep these problems to herself. And maybe, somehow, she had a feeling that he would rather know.

“Hey, Rival,”

She touched his shoulder lightly. It took a moment before there was any reaction. He groaned a bit, still resting his face above his arm. He turned to her side, opening his eyelids in a rusty way.

Heroine couldn’t help but smile at his widened, chestnut eyes.

“Heroine…?”

His voice was barely audible.

“Yes, it’s me. I came to… well…”

She took a moment to collect the right words. The stakes were high, but she couldn’t stress him more than needed.

He brought his head up and straightened himself. Looking right at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing, yet. But not for long.

“I need a favor from you.”

He nodded slightly and waited. Looking more serious than she ever saw him.

She didn’t want this. She wanted to comment on his messy bed hair and banter and see his smirk and just go back to her normal life.

“I will leave the school for a while and… and I cannot take my…”

She took a big breath.

“My cat. She’ll have to stay here and she doesn’t trust anyone besides… Will you please…”

“I will take care of Nova.”

Rival tried to smile reassuringly, still looking a bit tense. But the promise meant the world to her.

Heroine smiled for a bit, too.

“Thank you, I don’t know what I… How would I leave without knowing she’s safe.”

But both of their smiles died down quickly.

“...where are you going?”

She inhaled, hoping to keep herself calm. And him, too.

“I do not know, but I have to. And… and I want to.”

He stared at her for a moment. He still looked tired, but also tense, and… and something else.

“Is it dangerous?”

Yes. I’m scared, Rival.

“I cannot tell you, Rival. This is my own problem.”

“Hero-”

“I never wanted to get you involved. But it’s… Nova, she doesn’t trust anyone besides me, and well…”

and you.

“You can get me involved in everything,”

He said, standing up and holding her gaze.

“Whatever this is, I can help. Please, I never saw you this anxious.”

He extended his hand towards hers, not quite touching, but closer than ever.

She closed the gap, holding his hand.

I’ll miss you, Rival.

Heroine then came forward, hugging him.

He was surprised, but accepting. Wrapping his arms around her himself. It felt nice and warm, and Heroine held him like she’d hold the last piece of normalcy she had.

Her clock buzzed. It was midnight.

“I need to go.”

Heroine said, not moving yet. She felt him sighning and nodding.

They slowly let go of each other, and Heroine took out the key bunch and gave it to him. For one last moment, he held her hands.

“I won't let you down. I’ll take care of her for as long as needed.”

“Thank you, Rival.”

Heroine started walking away, she opened the door, and looked back once more. Rival’s deep brown eyes were still on her. Still too fearful for her liking.

“I will come back, as soon as possible. Enjoy being the top student while you can.”

She meant it. She will return, maybe sooner than expected. She will come back and hug him again and banter and hold Nova and stress about their exams and everything will be normal.

He smiled at her, hope and playfulness in his eyes. That was how she wanted to remember him.

“Enjoy being a dork in the outside world, nerd.”

“Oh, I will.”

Heroine closed the door and went her way, walking with ease. Knowing that she will return She will come back to hug him again and banter and hold Nova and stress about their exams and everything will be normal.

knowing all of that, Heroine walked into the night with confident steps.

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