#lex didn't appreciate this one enough

[liannaedgelord]

slutty like dharmendra cuz i'm a sho lay

#lex didn't appreciate this one enough #shitpost #sholay #dharmendra #bollywood

[fairytsuk1]

hips don't lie | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: sexual content, drinking (of age), sexual dancing, mild voyeurism, mild public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship

summary: alex knows you think he's hot. when you're all out and about, the pressure builds till you both can't take it anymore.

The two of you dressed in tandem, slipping past each other to apply perfume and perfectly tie a tie. Still, neither of you could hide the longing glances at the silhouette of Alex's body or the whisper of promise accentuated by your curves. Alex watches you work through your make-up routine while he sits on the bed, already ready.

"Is–what's his name–going to be there? Roier?"

Alex stands and draws close to you, crowding your inner bubble and resting a chin on your shoulder, "yeah, but he'll probably be busy with Sabi. Did I tell you how good you look in this dress, hm?"

You have to remember that you have somewhere to be when you feel Alex's hands possessively glide down the bones of your hips, circling back to your ass and squeezing.

"You did, actually, when I bought it," you smirk at him through the mirror, clipping in an earring, "don't get handsy. We need to leave soon."

"I'm not getting handsy! I'm just appreciating your body. I mean, how could I not?"

Alex says it so genuinely, lips quirked up as he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. You know he means every compliment, every embrace, every little instance reminded you that he truly loved you. The two of you glance at each other before your lips are joined in a heated kiss that your boyfriend eagerly accepts. A dominant hand splays across your lower back, tugging you chest to chest; his free hand slips down and grabs a handful of your behind, "Alex!"

"Sorry," he cheekily laughs, pecking your lips softly once more, "let's get going."

He leaves your heart beating and thighs squeezing together most unfairly. He was so devastatingly attractive, with a demeanor that made you feel like a princess. Your lips twist into a pout while you punch his arm, "that's what I've been saying, actually!" 

"Oh, is that what you were saying?"

Your boyfriend's already grabbed his keys as wiggly fingers tickle your waist in the doorway. Alex feels his heart grow as you laugh, hair messily bouncing as your lifted lashes fluttered at him, "stop it! You're gonna ruin my hair, Lex."

He heeds your request, unlocking the front door to your shared apartment before pausing before you.

"Hey, I love you," he says.

The blush starts at your cheeks before encapsulating your head in flames. It's so mushy, brown eyes round like boba sparkling at you as he lets himself have a moment of vulnerability. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, and you feel as if you're precisely where you need to be, your thumb coming up just short of the mole under his eye.

"I love you too," and your empathetic eyes begin to well.

As in tune with you as always, Alex is quick to wave away tears by pulling you close into the warmth of his side.

"Don't cry! I didn't say that just for you to cry. Besides, how can you cry when we're having drinks tonight?"

Alex's ever-present excitement for drinking doesn't go unnoticed by you; it's enough to wipe a lone tear and peck his jaw, "nothing could ever stop me from drinking with you. I still watch that video of you doing karaoke that one time!"

"God, please don't talk about that! Ugh, I can't believe you still even have that. It's horrible! You have blackmail on your phone, literally."

Your conversation delves into nonsense, bantering and lightly ribbing each other the whole car ride. His hand, of course, stays on your thigh the entire ride.

-

You're a few drinks in and realize you severely underscored Alex's attractiveness that night as you took him in during a minute of group socialization. He'd been steadily killing it the whole night, a hand leading you from the small of your back and laughing with people as if he'd known everyone for years. It wasn't easy showing up as a streamer's plus one, but he knew how to make you feel accepted and relaxed.

Now, however, you're starting to get a bit needy after far too many glasses of red wine and a lingering hand on your inner thigh. Alex is faring even worse. It was as if the combination of alcohol with your high-libidos led to a fantastic product of pure lust. The two of you knew there wasn't a more inappropriate time to disappear to the bathrooms. Still, every look was supercharged with arousal and wanting. 

People from the QSMP crowd your table, infinitely singing praises at your boyfriend's table. Rafael, or Cellbit, says something about dancing, and your mind is plagued by thoughts echoing what you wanted to do most. You needed to show Alex how much you wanted him.

Alex beat you to the chase, "Let's go dance!"

"Okay," your skin is flushed from intoxication, and Alex's touch against your palm sends electricity up your spine.

It's a bit crowded moving to the dance floor, but soon, you find your own spot in the crowd where there's just enough breathing room for you and him to be face to face. It feels intimate, just slightly swaying together. Then, his hands are skimming the edge of your dress and sliding right up to your hips.

You lean in close, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, "not too much PDA for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's better than ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here," his hands bring you so close that your hips are flush, "that's what I really wanna do to you right now."

A breath is caught in your throat as you discreetly sway with the group. His cock slowly begins to press against your thigh as he looks at you with pure need. There's no doubt your panties are soaked with arousal as you imagine how he'd feel, leaving bruises on the contours of your hips, pulling you back against his cock as you struggle to barely hold yourself up. 

"Alex, I want you so bad," you whisper into his ear, "and I can feel you. I wanna suck you off."

The fact you're speaking so lewdly with no one catching on makes both of your pulses quicken. Practically in the distance, the DJ changes the song, and you take the opportunity to use Alex's aroused shock to turn in his arms.

"Let's just go to the bathroom real quick and–"

"Let's just dance for a second, yeah?"

He doesn't even have the chance to rebuke you, too entranced by how you teasingly sway your hips against his now prominent bulge. To others, it just looks like an average couple having an intimate time; only God knows how much Alex is thinking of the softness of your cheeks that press into his thighs, the way your hips effortlessly tilt the same way you would be riding him at his desk. You act so nonchalantly like this, but he's the only one making you moan and whine while he sucks on your wet clit like a man starved.

You only tone down your seductive dancing when his hands wrap around your middle with no wiggle room. Alex holds you in place, and your eyes want to roll back in your head from the way he lightly presses your lower stomach against him. He always feels so massive behind you like this, like he's in total control of your body which makes your clit pulse.

"You can be so naughty sometimes, I'm so fucking hard in my pants now. It's all your fault, you know," he whispers hotly in your ear, "Why don't we go to the bathroom for a second, baby?"

"But I'm having fun dancing," you brattily reply, tilting your jaw up to stare at him through your lashes.

He gives you a plain look, and the submissive bone in your body leaves your legs shaking. 

"You could be having much more fun getting fucked by me, getting split open on my cock. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he drops the ultimatum, but the both of you already know your answer.

"Take me to the bathroom," you mumble, pressing against him.

Within moments, your boyfriend has come up with a lame excuse: "Yeah, she's feeling a bit sick!" The two of you are speedwalking to the private bathrooms and clicking the locks shut. Once safely secure, affirmed by the slide and click of the lock, Alex is quick to make work of your body and fiercely bring you into a makeout session with him.

It's hot, messy, it's so wet the way your lips collide against each other. The tension finally builds up and culminates in gliding your tongue against his as he works a knee between your legs. You knew you needed him, but your body was buzzing as his hands cupped your breasts roughly, "ah, fuck. I'm so horny."

"How do you think I feel," he groans, sucking a mark into your neck, "I feel like a teenager, about to come in my pants over your fucking grinding."

Alex's hand cups your jaw to bring your lips together again, tugging on the delicate skin as he drinks you in, "you're fucked up for that, you know?"

"I know, but you like being teased."

"I don't! I really don't," he mumbles, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook, "I should really get you back."

Your boyfriend says it as he manages to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your chest from the confines of your chest. The cold, naked breeze leaves you aching to cover up, but Alex soothes your pebbling nipples with the warmth of his mouth and slick of his tongue. It feels too good, moans squeaking out of you as he tweaks and sucks at the puckering buds.

He always wants to make you feel good, which means learning everything that made you tick as he absolutely ravishes you. Your nipples were always so sensitive, your fingernails scratching his scalp like the pleasure was crawling out of you like a woman enchanted. 

"Yeah, babe? You like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yeah, yes! The way you touch my nipples feels so good," your words come out, exhaled in pure relief, and it is a relief.

You needed his hands on your body, kneading plush skin and making you feel oh-so-good. Alex beckons you away from the door, lifting you up by your hips to seat you on the counter's edge. You're closer to his height now, and there's a brief moment of sweetness as you reconnect by standing flush against each other. He's fully hard now, desperate for you.

"I need you so bad, fuck," he sighs pleasedly.

Manicured hands unbutton the top buttons of his shirt, soaking in golden-tanned skin that gleams under the bathroom lights. Alex catches the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and his thighs shake with the empathetic rush of pleasure that courses through him just seeing the state of you two. Messy hair, make-up smudged, clothes absolutely and unmistakably disheveled. 

Neither of you could wait any longer, "wanna fuck you from behind. Turn around for me, please?"

Once you're entirely on display, you have a front-row view in the mirror as his hands glide over the curve in your lower back before reaching your cheeks and spreading them. Your creamy hole is fully on display, and Alex shushes you when you whine, "Don't stareee."

"Hush, just be patient for a second," he doesn't even take his eyes off your pussy, "I can't appreciate my girlfriend?"

You want to bite back sassily, but then the head of his dick catches on your clit, leaving your jaw-dropping in a dramatic display. The man behind you chuckles lightly, gliding the tip between your sticky folds to thoroughly coat his cock in your wetness, "what was that?"

"N-Nothing, just hurry up!"

Biting your lip, you try to jerk your hips back, but Alex's hand keeps your lower back firmly pinned to the counter, "I've been daydreaming about this since you got ready."

Alex gives you no chance to try and speak, plunging the tip in your pussy and stretching your thick walls. You know he's barely inside you, barely begun to dick you down. Still, you're already gutturally moaning, "Fuuuck… yes, lex–mmf!"

He gives you time to adjust, shallowly thrusting his hips with a hand on your hips. You're already trying to suck him in, and he's barely a few inches inside! It's heaven, and you can see the way his black hair cascades in his face as he slowly bullies his fat cock into you.

"God, fuck! You're taking me so well; this pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groans, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror as he starts to thrust earnestly, "Oh fuck yeah, take my cock, baby."

There's a loud 'pap' that echoes through the room as Alex works his hips into yours, steadily burying his cock deep into your folds and dicking you down expertly. The room grows hot and heady, the scent of sex permeating the air as Alex skillfully pounds you against the counter, "Talk to me, baby. Actually–fuuck. Look at me, babe."

Your hand grips the counter fiercely, but you can still look up to watch as Alex drags his dick through your walls over and over, "Filling me up so good–wanna cum so bad. I wanna be good–oh! Uh-huh, 'jus wanna be good for you."

Alex feels his balls constrict as you tighten around him, feet on tip-toes as you draw closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Cum all over me, babe. Let me make you feel good, fuck yes. Just like that, honey."

All you can do is hold on as each thrust winds you up closer and closer until stars are bursting behind your eyelids. You cum with a cry of Alex's name, legs shaking as your pussy creams till there's a white ring around the base of his cock. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick and your words as you cry, "shit, Alex! Make me cum, oh god. I-I'm yours, fuuuck!"

He cums with a loud groan, hips slapping against your hips once, then twice as you feel him spurt his load against your pink inner walls. Your fluids mix together, spilling out of your hole and leaking down your thigh. The both of you fade in and out of existence, the power of your shared release leaving the two of you reeling as his cock softens inside you.

Your man stays inside of you until your breaths have calmed and come to a slow. He gently works his cock out of you, slowly pulling out as you hiss, "Shh, just stay here, babe. Let me get a towel."

"What time is it?"

A gentle hand comes between your legs to wipe up any excess mess. You jump as he swipes over your clit, an action that Alex giggles at.

"Definitely time to go."

The two of you stand side by side in the mirror, horrified. 

"My hair!"

"My dress! You totally screwed it all up!"

"Nuh-uh, that was all you, babe! Do you think everyone's gonna know?"

You would've said yes and promised that no one would know a single thing. But your eyes zero in on his lips' red, swollen state. The way his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to spot a red mark carding down his chest.

"Oh, babe… absolutely."

Alex whines, but you feel delighted.

#quackity x reader #quackity scenario #quackity imagine #quackity x you #quackity smut #quackity thirst #quackity x y/n

[oliversrarebooks]

Have you considered what Oliver would be like as a vampire? I think he would be nice, with an aura like when you’re all cozy in bed and don’t have to get up, you can just enjoy the coziness. Treating any thrall he picked up with respect and intelligence, like a student and their favorite teacher.

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September 1925 - In another universe...

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction

Pines Rare Books and Curiosities was probably Lex's greatest find since he'd arrived in the city.

It was a tiny shoebox of a store in a run-down district, but every single inch was packed with the most unusual and fascinating books. Not only did Mr. Pines stock hard to find imported books and gorgeous editions of classics, but many eclectic volumes of the kind Lex would never find in his university's library. Books on vampires and werewolves, on witchcraft and magic, on alchemy and sorcery and divination.

Lex was starting to suspect that the nervous-looking, unassuming proprietor might actually be a wizard.

"Good evening, sir," said Mr. Pines -- he always called Lex 'sir' when greeting him, even though Lex was barely twenty and Mr. Pines must be at least a decade older. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?"

Lex felt a bit guilty about spending so much time in the shop and only occasionally buying anything, but Mr. Pines didn't seem to mind. If anything, he encouraged the company, offering books he thought Lex might enjoy and even allowing him to sit in one of the plush chairs behind the counter to read. Lex couldn't resist, drawn to the books and the comfortable chair and the always-roaring fireplace like a moth to the flame. It was such a peaceful retreat from the loud commotion of campus life.

There was a strange look in Mr. Pines' eye as he pulled something from behind the counter. It was a notebook bound in blue leather with no title on the front. "If you don't mind..." he said. "I've been working on writing some stories of my own. I'd like some opinions on them, and I know you have a discerning taste in literature."

"You want me to read your stories?" said Lex, surprised. "Well... I suppose I'd be happy to." Just because Mr. Pines was smart and well-spoken was no guarantee that his writing would actually be good, but Lex felt flattered that he'd asked, and it was the least he could do considering how often he used the bookshop as a sanctuary.

"Then please, have a seat," said Mr. Pines, gesturing to one of the plush chairs near the fire. "I do appreciate the help."

Lex took the notebook and settled himself down. The fire was warm as usual and smelled especially nice today. "What's that scent from the fire, Mr. Pines?"

"Oh, I added dried herbs tonight. The weather has been gloomy, so I thought some nice calming herbs would improve the mood."

Lex took a deep breath. It was so relaxing in the bookshop, as though he could simply let his cares melt away. The notebook had beautiful creamy paper that was satisfying to touch, and Mr. Pines had written out his story in neat script that was easy to read. Before long, Lex was starting to be engrossed in it.

The story followed a vampire, alone and starving in the city after his sire had died, fighting his urges to drink from humans even as he was haunted by the threat of starvation. While it was a straightforward plot, the way it was written was riveting, as though he was actually there, experiencing the feelings of the vampire. At one point, he vaguely wondered how much time had passed, but he couldn't even bring himself to look away from the book long enough to check his watch.

The vampire was giving into his urges, now. He'd lured a young man from a cafe and was ensorcelling him, binding him to the vampire's will. The book described in loving detail how the young man began to succumb slowly but surely to the vampire's hypnotic spell... his mind dulling and slowing, his eyelids growing oh-so-heavy, helplessly getting sleepier and sleepier as the vampire pulled him deeper under his power...

Lex yawned. The descriptions of the young man getting so drowsy were starting to make him feel drowsy, too. The smell of the calming herbs and the pleasant heat of the fire were also lulling him asleep. He'd been here a while, he thought. He should check the time. But he wanted to keep reading.

The young man's eyes began to flutter closed against his will as the vampire drew him so close. "It's too late for you to fight," said the vampire in the story. "You belong to me."

"Yes... master..." said the poor human victim, his mind struggling against the words, trying to fight off the sleepy haze and escape. But it was no use -- the vampire had him utterly at his mercy.

The human's eyes shut tight as he swooned in the vampire's arms, exposing his tender neck for the monster to drink, to feed, to replenish himself off of the victim's life-force...

Lex startled awake. It wasn't as though the book was boring -- on the contrary, it was fascinating -- but the quiet, peaceful shop and the subject matter had him half-asleep. He wanted to finish the story, but he wasn't quite sure where he'd left off. Maybe he should reread the entire part of the vampire enthralling the human, just to make sure he hadn't missed anything...

"What are you doing to me?" said the human in the story. "I feel so strange... so sleepy..."

"Oh, you poor helpless soul," said the vampire, stroking his cheek and directing the human's gaze into his eyes. "You will sleep. You will obey. You will not resist."

Lex swallowed. He didn't understand why he felt so drawn to the victim in the story, why he wanted to be in his place. Why he wanted to read the passage over again. Why it was so hard to think of anything else. Surely that was an insane thought -- no one of sound mind would want to be captured and fed on by some supernatural monster.

"You're getting so sleepy, so helpless, so vulnerable," said the vampire, on Lex's fifth or sixth reread of the passage. 

The words blurred before his eyes. He was... he was so sleepy...

"Shhh, Lex," said a gentle, kind voice at his ear, as a hand tousled his hair. "You're so sleepy, aren't you?"

"Mr... Mr. Pines..." said Lex, so groggy, like he was trying to rouse himself from a deep slumber. "I'm -- your book --"

"So quiet, Lex. You're so very quiet, aren't you? So still and silent while you read."

Quiet... still... silent... yes, that was it... he'd always cherished the quiet...

"Your mind is so quiet. So utterly still. Falling asleep with a good book by the fire."

"Mmmm," he said, with a sleepy smile on his face.

"Let me take this," said Mr. Pines, removing the book from Lex's hands. "You're going to fall asleep now, Lex. And your mind is going to go completely quiet."

Lex didn't even register that something was wrong, that maybe he should resist. He felt completely at ease, peaceful and warm and comforted. As his drowsy eyes fluttered closed, a wool blanket was being wrapped around him, cocooning and immobilizing him. He was being picked up with a strength that may have worried him if his mind weren't falling asleep.

He didn't want to ask where he was going. He wanted to be quiet.

"Sleep, Lex. Sleep deeply in the dark and the silence."

Lex felt as if he were being gently rocked to sleep as he was carried, the creak of stairs giving the only indication of where he was being taken. 

He was set back down again in a few minutes. "You're going to be completely still, Lex. Completely asleep. You won't make a sound. You're going to feel a little pain, but it won't wake you up. And then you're going to drift even deeper asleep."

Lex may have nodded his assent if he weren't so still.

The blanket was being moved, his shirt unbuttoned and moved aside. Something sharp grazed his neck, and then punctured. And then he was falling, falling so deep asleep, so deeply drowsy and still and silent --

He flickered very briefly back into consciousness as he was set onto a bed, before sleep dragged him under once more.

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I was happy with how this AU scenario turned out! There will be a part two.

@d-cs @latenightcupsofcoffee @thecyrulik @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @wanderinggoblin @whumpyourdamnpears @only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are @pressedpenn @pigeonwhumps @amusedmuralist @xx-adam-xx @ivycloak @irregular-book @whumpsoda @mj-or-say10 @pokemaniacgemini @whumpshaped @whumpsday @morning-star-whump @shinyotachi @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @pirefyrelight @theauthorintraining-blog @whump-me-all-night-long @anonfromcanada @typewrittenfangs @tessellated-sunl1ght @cleverinsidejoke @abirbable @ichorousambrosia @a-formless-entity @annablogsposts @ghost-whump

#whump #vampire #mind control #whump writing #whumpee #vampire whumper #rare bookseller #alexander #oliver #role reversal au #hypnosis #hypnotic induction

[befuddled-calico-whump]

the last two wildfire drabbles have awakened an intense craving for lex comfort…. guy is split between wanting to be a lone wolf and kinda wanting someone to care for him. the part where he‘s unsure if he even wants to be alone………

can i humbly request more of lex caretaking? he needs it. i need it. everyone wins (of course only if you have the time and energy for it)

part one //// part three

cw: aftermath of a fight, broken bones, adult language

When you were hiding from the law, the best way to gather any kind of information was to take a leaf out of a fantasy novel and hit up a tavern. Or in Sarah's case, a Neath bar. Her team had been safe long enough that she wanted to move to the next step, and the next step was gathering allies.

Which was admittedly really hard. Even when she overheard a promising conversation, she had no idea how to approach the speaker and make it covert. So far, listening in was as far as she'd gotten.

It was nearly three in the morning by the time she gave up and walked away from another night of rumors that were interesting, but not particularly useful. The streets were practically empty when Sarah stepped outside, and she kept one hand on the miniature stun gun Hugo had insisted she bring.

She knew this was the dangerous side of town, but the nicer parts wouldn't offer much in way of help for the rogues. Most believed whatever safe lies Corp fed them, and the rest just couldn't be bothered to risk their own security.

Sarah kept her eyes peeled and her ears sharp as she started to make her way back to the house. Half the streetlights seemed to be out, which was sketchy as fuck, but also easier on her hearing than the full-blown buzz she'd usually be up against.

A sound cut through the background noise; the chtunk of something heavy hitting the pavement, accompanied by a human cry.

Sarah froze, holding her breath and trying to listen. The sounds were followed by a panting that was either fearful or frustrated, and the drag of cloth on concrete. Had someone been hurt? Should she check on them?

Because that wouldn't add to her already-towering stack of problems.

Still, it didn't sound like there was an active fight going on, and she only heard one person breathing. Worst case, she'd only need to deal with one attacker, and she had the stungun for that.

Sarah crept towards the sound, turning a corner and seeing a figure sprawled in the street, trying to pick themselves back up without much success. Her breath caught when she saw the metal arms, shimmering red in the light.

They really had to stop meeting like this.

"Cinder," she said, nearly regretting it when the assassin flinched, but how else was she supposed to get his attention? "Cinder, hey."

The man stopped moving, his limbs going slack, head sinking onto the pavement, and Sarah couldn't tell if it was because he recognized her or because he'd passed out.

She inched closer to him, crouching a few feet away from his face. His eyes were open, but there was a glazed-over look to them. Was he drunk? No... Not that.

There was a fresh cut on his cheek, a bruise forming under it. When she sharpened her hearing further, she could hear the wheeze in his breath and his racing heart, and under those, the click of grinding bone that came with every inhale.

Broken ribs. Sarah dulled her ears with a shudder.

"Cinder," she murmured, leaning closer. "Can you stand?" Probably not, considering where he currently was, but she hoped he'd appreciate her asking.

"Don't... think so," he mumbled. His teeth were bloody.

"Can you stand if I help you?" Could she even support his weight? She'd have to. She wasn't about to leave him here, and it wasn't worth the risk to go and grab a helping hand from the house. Someone else might get to Cinder before she returned.

The assassin seemed to consider her question, her offer, eventually giving a slow nod. Sarah came up on one knee, hoping it would give her enough leverage, and extended her hand. No cover, no protection from his metal if it started to burn. But he wouldn't do that, would he?

His fingers curled around her own, the metal cool and smooth on her palm. Seeing his artificial hand move had been fascinating enough, but actually feeling it was a whole different story. Aside from the texture, it moved and curled exactly like a human hand would.

It is a human hand, she corrected herself. It's still a human hand.

She expected Cinder's grip to be crushing as he struggled to stand, but it was gentle. Even with her help though, the man couldn't manage to get his legs beneath him, falling back onto the pavement with a whimper he tried to bite back.

She'd need to get closer. It wasn't like she hadn't been close to him before. She'd sat right next to Akeela on the way home from the river, Cinder's legs draped across her lap. But he'd been completely unconscious then. This was different.

"I'm... I'm going to come up right beside you, okay?" Sarah said, waiting for the assassin to give another nod before moving at all. Once she was lined up next to his shoulders, she carefully took his wrist.

"On three?"

"Mm."

"One, two, three."

He half-pushed himself up as she pulled his arm around her shoulders, somehow managing not to stumble as she stood, legs shaking with the effort. Cinder leaned heavily on her, his head lolling forward, but at least he was off the ground.

He was also warm. Way too warm. She could feel the heat radiating through his clothes.

"I think you have a fever," Sarah grunted as she tried to adjust herself beneath him.

"I think so too," Cinder murmured back. She honestly couldn't tell if he was being a smartass or not.

What now? The house was at least a mile away, and it would be an excruciating walk with a half-conscious assassin hanging off her. But... would that be what he wanted?

"Where to?" Sarah asked.

"Ch-Chopper."

Was that a person, or was he talking about helicopters? Both were equally plausible. She wouldn't be surprised if he was delirious with the fever he was running.

"Okay," she said, carefully taking a step forward. It was difficult. Made even more difficult by the knowledge that she'd have to take a thousand more just like it. "Where's the chopper at?"

"No... th' auto shop. McCarthy's."

Sarah had no idea what he'd want with an auto shop in the middle of the night, but she wasn't about to question it. Maybe it was code for 'Healer for Neath Assassins'. The guy sure as fuck needed one of those.

"I haven't heard of it."

"I'll... g-guide you," Cinder said.

Sarah nodded, taking another step. Navigating would hopefully keep him awake long enough for them to reach their destination.

She just hoped it wasn't too far away.

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@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing , @bloodinkandashes , @fleur-alise , @whumpy-daydreams , @whumpwillow , @honeycollectswhump

#the start of some caretaking 😭 #it's already begging for a part three smh /lh #Wildefire #assassin whump #anon #thank you for the request

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

how do you think luke would be with pets?

Thanks for the ask, anon! I don't know if any canon or legends material really touches on this, which is such a shame because I think he would be so good with animals!

Luke has always been a fan of all sorts of creatures. As a little boy on Tatooine, he loved playing with and riding his friend Windy's dewback. He did have a pet of his own growing up: the Lars family owned a spotted sandhound named, you guessed it, Sandy. Even though she was an old girl, Luke would always run around the farm with her and try to teach her tricks, and she'd always do her best to keep up with him.

Sandy was extremely protective of him, to the point where it cost her life; when he was around thirteen years old, a group of womp rats ambushed him while he was tending to some moisture vaporators, and she immediately rushed in to take all the fatal blows. It was absolutely devastating, but in a rare moment of vulnerability, Owen used the situation to teach Luke about the inevitability of loss and the importance of appreciating those you love in the moment--a skill that would ultimately be very relevant to his jedi training.

On the topic of jedi training, animals are naturally drawn to him due to his strong presence in the force. Sometimes this means an entire flock of jubba birds will land on him and all start singing, other times it means large, predatory creatures will locate him very easily and try to eat him. Luke absolutely hates fighting or attacking animals. He is forever haunted by the time he literally disarmed a wampa--he was only trying to scare it away, he didn't mean for it to actually make contact with his lightsaber. You remind him that even though he didn't have a choice, he still did the right thing by giving it a chance to live.

I know I've talked about this before, but Luke would be a total horse girl (boy). He's great with dewbacks and he's great with tauntauns, so he would definitely also be great with equinoids like pulgas, orbaks, and guarlaras. Even though horses are usually extra skittish around men, they're perfectly fine around him because they can sense just how kind and gentle he is. They especially appreciate that he's intuitive and empathetic enough to know never to raise his voice or make sudden movements around them.

After noticing Luke's knack for critters, you decide to get him a pet of his own. You end up getting him a rescue tooka cat you found in a shelter at Mos Espa: it's a playful, snuggly orange tabby that's missing its right paw. What a strange coincidence, you thought, gently picking it up. Luke deserves to know he's not alone.

When Luke came back to your shared quarters on Home One and saw a kitty on his bed, he was ecstatic. He literally started crying--thankfully, you had R2 there to record his reaction. Because you found it on Tatooine, Luke decided to call it "Lars" in honor of his family. They end up doing everything together: he goes to briefings with Lars stretched out on his shoulders, they go on joyrides in his x-wing together, etc. People get a huge kick out of how close they are--"guy who blew up the Death Star crying over a cat" ends up becoming a huge meme in the Rebellion.

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[cookingforsatoru]

just wondering, vi who's your favorite (tokyorevengers) writer here? and do you have any recommends? like fics? or anything? thnxxx!

ohh! Yeah, I have a lot, no not a lot but a few fav writers here!

but focusing on Tr fandom, I have some.

— @wakashawty; starting off with her!! Kei is an absolute great writer! I've learned how to write smut because of her. and mostly she writes for Wakasa (I do not complain, I love it!) My fav is her pretty n' breedable it's Wakasa one shot and I love it soo much! and she's soo sweet to her moots, I can't deny it. she's friendly and all. her theme and account are soo pretty too <3 I love her and her writings from the bottom of my heart!

— @kz-luvs-you; okay! Kz is a sweetheart, I never talked to her but based on her writings is such <333~ my fav from her is strawberry milk - rindou it's soo cute! I love it. and and her five stages of grief are A MASTERPIECE! LIKE OMG, I CANT GET ENOUGH!!

— @sin-and-punishment: Lex!! lex is the one I'm looking for when I'm running out of ideas. my fav from her is 11:27 pm - wakasa <333 i loovvee her. and and she's soo supportive also!! one of the best writers!!

— @fuyuluvr: NIIEE NIIEE NIEE! okay okay! nie is very friendly (from my pov) she's cool and everything and her writings is sooo good! she writes fluff and my fave is her hey you caught my eye - ran, rindou

she writes very well! highly recommend her if you guys are in to fluffs.

last but not least

— @ruinie; i love her works! i love her chifuyu works. anything related to chifuyu made and written by her I'll read it! i love how friendly she is and we never interacted much but she's soo welcoming<3 i recommend her if you guys want to write any kind of genres<3

for those whom i didn't get to mention, please don't get upset! ya'll are great writers for me<3 i love and appreciate all your works!! if you guys want to get mentioned you can always ask or pm me.

i'll make a Google form for the request/taglist and for any random things.

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[yautjalover]

Reblogs save lives! ❤️

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Bouvetøya (Pt. 2)

"The ooman mating manual was detailed. I have followed it to the exact specifications laid out. This is not working!" Scar growled as he slapped the shiny magazine onto the table in his quarters.

He and his cousin, Dar'shaun, sat on opposite sides of the square metal table. The quarters were built to comfortably accommodate two, per Scar's position earned after slaying the Kiande Amedha Queen. It had a small eating area to the right of the living room area with a hallway in the middle leading to two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a trophy room. There wasn't much for decoration save a sparse collection of colorful potted plants around the room.

Dar'shaun carefully examined the magazine in detail, letting his bio-mask translate the ooman language English. From what he found, his cousin was following the directions to the letter.

"You have been successfully following the first direction. It says to show disinterest in the female. Pretend she is annoying." He noted, tracing a claw over the thin page delicately.

Scar harrumphed, "Yes, I have done so. The next direction in the manual says that I must openly engage in open flirtations with other females. This," his hands balled into fists, "has been done again and again, exactly as instructed!"

His tan and black cousin, with similar coloring to himself, scratched at his chin in contemplation. The mating rituals of Lex were very complicated. This manual, with its bright colors and pictures of ooman women donning odd colorful outfits with a feline design stitched into the bottoms, was detailed enough. He didn't understand why it wasn't working as it should.

Surely, it wasn't this difficult to attract a female of Lex's species.

"It is obvious to everyone she wants you. Your training sessions have the other males whipped into a frenzy every time you touch her."

Scar smirked at that fact, for it was true that he could smell her heady musk. Her scent was sweeter than a Yautja female's and more...addicting. That scent had a way of making his cock harden with anticipation and his own sexual urges.

When he trained with her, she would try to hide her reaction to his touch and nearness but he was no fool, nor was he a virgin. He was far from being new with the behavior of females.

He had a bloodline established, so pursuing her was fine. It was unknown if they could produce young but he would still try to make her heavy with one. Just getting to there was the current issue.

There had to be something he could do to overcome the hurdle with her weird mating ritual.

"Lex smells like naxa." Scar leaned back in his seat, his thoughts distant on Lex. "When we fought together on her planet I felt complete, as if we were meant to hunt together. She looked upon me with no fear. Only wonder."

The thought of another male beating him to the chase made his shoulders tense and his thwei boil for a good fight to assert his claim.

"Shad'dhak'te," Dar'shaun leaned forward, pointing at Scar, "she will be yours. You have shown her how strong and capable you are. If she does not see that then you are better off without her. There will come along a female of our kind who will best Lex in every category. Worry not, cousin. I will support you no matter the outcome." He rose to his feet and fisted his chest in a show of brotherhood.

Scar returned the gesture before rounding the table to clap his cousin on the back. "Yes, I appreciate the kind words. I will, however, fight tusk and claw for this female. She is special, Dar'shaun. I feel it. Kayana is afoot."

His cousin's locs fell to the wayside as he cocked his head before nodding.

"We cannot play with what a goddess wants. I pray to Kayana that she pushes your female towards you rather than another male."

While he was less religiously devout than his cousin, he appreciated the sentiment and the warning. There was something bigger at play that demanded Lex and his's unity. She wanted him, but what was stopping her? What was the key detail he potentially overlooked?

This was a challenge he was not backing down from, no matter the difficulty. She was going to be his.

Once his cousin took his leave, he ate his meal of raw meat and root vegetables before going to study the mating manual some more.

~❤️•❤️•❤️~

Walking into the kehrite, Scar was surprised to find a sizable crowd in the center of the room. He pushed his way through the crowd to see what was going on. What he found surprised him.

Lex stood there in the center facing a female Yautja. The two females glared at each other, their bodies tense.

"Shad'dhak'te, your ooman pet has challenged Raj'ka to jehdin jehdin." Smirked one of the males near him.

Another joined in with a chuckle, "She will lose. I'm taking bets on her losing." He clapped Scar on his shoulder, the move earning a snarl in response.

She had to win. If she lost, then what little standing she had earned would be lost. Her losing would also affect him.

A more important factor was her getting hurt.

Female Yautja were bigger than the males. She was tiny compared to this one. This particular female, Raj'ka, had been the one he had flirted with in front of Lex just the day prior. The female was vicious in combat and made sure her opponents couldn't recover.

The last challenger had been in the medical bay for four months.

Scar wanted to stop this, but by doing so, it would affect her reputation as someone who couldn't fight for herself. That she needed someone to drag her along.

"She will win. You underestimate her."

The same male snorted, "We shall see how good of a teacher you are."

He turned to watch as the crowd gave the females a wider berth. His fists clenched with apprehension for the fight about to commence. There was only worry for her safety above all else. He wasn't so sure she would even win, but he knew her potential.

Lex caught his attention when she found him in the crowd, her dark eyes narrowing slightly in his direction. He merely stood there watching.

It was all he could do.

For a moment, the crowd went silent as the females waited for the other to make the first move. Lex needed to let Raj'ka make her first move, as he taught her and she did just that. A few long drawn out minutes passed before the large female attacked.

She swung a fist at Lex's head from the left but Lex dropped and rolled to the side of the female where she delivered a quick kick to her opponent's ribs. Such a move earned a snarl from the Yautja female.

Again and again she tried to use brute strength, using her full power to take down Lex, but she was faster — her small size being used efficiently against her larger opponent. Lex continued to execute her hits and evades perfectly. The sight of her dodging, weaving, and landing her own blows when necessary fueled him with har'sati. He watched every move with pure focus.

Seeing her do so well was a massive turn on. He also connected the dots.

Lex was fighting Raj'ka because he had flirted with her. She was publicly saying that Scar was hers. Any who approached would have their honor tested in a fight against her. It was so obvious that he was pissed with himself that he hadn't noticed it in the first place. 

She wanted him and she was putting herself at risk to have him, even though Raj'ka had been just a piece in his grand plan to follow the mating manual. She was doing this the Yautja way.

The muse of his thoughts yelped when she failed to dodge a kick to the stomach. She fell hard to the mat, clutching her stomach. Raj'ka roared in a mock victory at finally knocking Lex down. She watched as Lex struggled to her feet, drawing in deep breathes before she launched a flurry of swift attacks that pushed her to the edge of the mat.

Lex couldn't fall. If she fell over the line she would lose.

His ooman seemed to remember this as she yelled a battle cry of her own, her feet digging into the mat as she threw herself against Raj'ka's front.

There was a brief bout of confusion on Raj'ka's face. Her moment of surprise was enough for Lex to make her next set of moves, something Scar himself hadn't taught her. The room filled with roars from the crowd as Lex brought her foot down upon Raj'ka's, moving on to bring her full weight into a jab of her elbow into Raj'ka's stomach. Quickly she followed it up with an elbow to her inner mouth, the move earning a pained snarl, and finished with a swift turn into a kick at the Yautja female's groin.

While Raj'ka reeled from the quick and effective attacks, the female circling around to stand on the edge, Lex brought her arm around to her front. She yelled in her struggle as she picked Raj'ka up off the mat on her back and tossed her onto the floor over her front.

Scar watched as Raj'ka landed just outside the mat, the large female sitting up with rage in her yellow eyes. She stood up to glare down at Lex who stood there panting and clutching her stomach, a pained expression on her face. The crowd quieted as Raj'ka glared at her opponent before stomping off.

The female Yautja didn't take her defeat well.

All around the mat the Yautja watching roared for Lex's victory. A small smile spread over her lips as males sidled up to talk with her, a few carefully patting her on the back. Seeing so many males surrounding her made him growl with possessiveness.

"Lex." Scar snarled, shoving the other males aside as he approached his woman.

"Scar." She hid her face when red blotches appeared on her cheeks.

He ignored the protests of the males around them as he swept her into his arms. The Yautja made a quick escape out of the room and down the halls, taking a lift to the level his quarters were on.

"Scar! I didn't break a rule by fighting her, did I? I hope not. I only wanted to prove myself." Lex continued to make apologies even as he was keying in his room code, barreling his way into his quarters and heading to his bedroom.

When he tossed her onto the bed she quickly crawled towards the other end, her eyes wide with confusion. He stood there struggling to not shred her clothing and rut her into the floor on all fours. His hormones raged within his body, his hands opening and closing as he reigned in his need.

"Are you okay? I only—"

He silenced her with a mighty roar that made her knit her eyebrows together in surprise. His mandibles flexed as he snapped his teeth together.

Quickly, he left the room and returned with the ooman mating manual, CosmoGIRL!, tossing it on the bed before her with a snarl.

"Your mating manual lies!" Lex picked up the magazine and thumbed through it, her face turning from pained to a variety of different ones so quickly he couldn't keep up. "The explicit instructions detailed within are c'jit. Your..." he waved his hand around trying to find the word, "wooing of mates is exhausting!"

She continued to flip through the magazine as he stood there growling, his arms crossing his chest.

"Scar...this is a magazine for kids...not a dating guide..." One of her small hands covered her mouth to hide her soft laughter, her dark eyes glancing up at him with mirth.

A what? He had never heard of such a thing!

He chittered in question as he came to sit beside her. His eyes followed hers as she pointed out the title and various pages, the bright colors and smiling faces blending together as he realized his stupidity.

"These are just stupid tips that are written for young girls who are just coming into wanting a boyfriend. Yes, some of the tips do work, but it's very rare." She swept a few braided locs of hair out of her face as she tossed the magazine aside.

"So...it is not a mating manual..." he felt himself deflate in relief.

Her braids swung back and forth with the shake of her head. "No, baby. It's not."

~❤️•❤️•❤️~

Lex was over the moon, albeit amused. This whole time Scar had been following a kid's magazine in his attempt to woo her. The poor guy had thought it was the right thing to do by making her jealous and ignoring her on purpose.

He had wanted her this whole time but was trying to be respectful about the way humans mated, well, how he thought they did. Bemused, she watched his face fill with relief knowing what he knew now.

"I thought you didn't have an interest in me."

Scar scoffed, a raspy grunt, "I do. I could smell your want for me every time I touched you." A thick finger trailed down her thigh as he spoke.

"Really? You can smell that?"

Lex was mortified! She wanted to find the nearest closet and hide in there for the rest of her existence.

The large Yautja stroking her skin so gently chuckled, "Sei'i. I could smell your need and so could every male in the kehrite." He purred as he wrapped an arm around her waist and laid her on her back.

She winced, sucking in air through her teeth when his hand pressed a bit too hard against her bruising middle. He was quick to stop touching her and moved to withdraw his hand but she grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"I'm fine. Really."

His tusks clicked together as he gently returned his touch, moving his large hand south. The sensation of his rough heated skin against hers felt like heaven. There had been too many times she had dreamed of his moment. Feeling his hands actually touch her so sensually and gently.

The fact hadn't passed her that she was in his quarters and sitting in his bed, the very bed where he slept nightly. His scent, a heady smoky smell, was everywhere.

It reminded her of cigars. The kind that smelled good when they had burned for long enough. This smell was him.

Scar.

"May I...touch you?" He cocked his head to the side, his tusks clicking together as he chittered in question.

Lex nodded, her breath catching in her throat, "Yes."

Scar purred softly in his chest as his hands roamed her body. She lied down and let him explore, the large alien moving to place himself before her with his knees planted on the bed beside her legs. He hovered over her, purring like a great cat, as he acquainted himself with her body, his hands not missing any part of her. They were everywhere and gentle.

When his hand found her cunt she shivered, her body heating up in anticipation. He paused his touching as she unconsciously rubbed herself against his wandering hand.

"S-sorry..."

Her next words trailed away when he pressed the heel of his palm against her lips through her underwear. She could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric. There was no doubt her arousal was flooding the room with whatever her scent smelled like to him. The thought turned her on even more.

Gently her hips rocked against his hand while he watched her growing arousal wet her panties. Chittering to himself, Scar ripped her underwear off her body.

"I wanted you when you fought the Queen Kiande Amedha with me. I wanted you when you kept pushing yourself to grow stronger." Scar moved his fingers up and down her vaginal lips, his rough skin rough against her most intimate area. His long black locs fell forward while he lowered himself to better observe her genitals as he slipped a finger between the lips to explore. "When I saw you climb the rock wall...with no gear to prevent your death...I wanted you."

That bit of information was news to her. It pierced the fog of the sexual tension boiling over between them. Even as she released a breathy moan when his rough flesh brushed against her clitoris, she still felt surprise.

"Y-you were watching?" Lex shivered, her words stuttering while he repeated what he had just discovered.

His yellow eyes were raptor focused between her legs, occasionally watching her reaction. A low purr rumbled in his chest when she spread her legs to give him better access, her legs hooking onto his thick muscular thighs. Against her soft flesh his felt rough and heated but she loved it. The contrast in their differences was always surprising.

Lex had never wanted a man so much in her life until now.

Scar nodded, "I was. Your skill is impressive." He rubbed his finger against her clitoris curiously.

Bolts of electric heat shot through her body with every stroke. His curiosity was making her body heated and prepare to be filled. Every touch fueled the fire in her loins, no doubt her scent assaulting him like a sledgehammer.

Through her heavy lidded eyes she watched as he fisted his cock with his free hand beneath his loincloth and his eyes blew out, his black irises huge while he scented the air with his twitching mandibles. Seeing him, the shining example of control, struggle to keep it turned her on even more.

"What...what is this?" He almost snarled, struggling to piece together the correct words.

"Clitoris. It—" Lex mewled, rubbing herself against his rough fingers, "it's a major erogenous zone. Helps get me wet for—ahhh...sex."

His eyes shot to meet hers, darkening considerably while Lex climaxed. She threw her head back on the mattress and whined through her release. That was enough for Scar to finally give in to the overwhelming urge to rut her.

The Yautja sat on his haunches and unbuckled the belt keeping his loincloth on. Lex watched him remove his brown loincloth to reveal his erect cock.

It was bigger than she had imagined and she knew it was going to hurt. He was bigger than any lover she ever had. His girth wasn't small nor was his cock how she pictured.

Scar's cock resembled a human's but with a more pointed head and a series of ridges and bumps along the underside of his entire length where he sported a pair of heavy bulging balls. They reminded her of tennis balls with how big they were. His cock was a creamy tan like most of his skin but with a band of that dark color that speckled his body running down the sides as it curved upwards. One of his hands wrapped around his meaty cock and stroked it a few times as he lowered himself to rub the head against her entrance.

In an effort to make it easier on the both of them, Lex spread her legs wider and hooked them around Scar's wide hips. His skin was rough and heated against her own but it only made the anticipation better.

"Hunny, we're going to have to take this slow. Humans...uhh...are smaller so I'm going to need a little extra time to accommodate you." Her hand trailed from his thick wrist and up his arm gently.

Scar lowered himself even more as he nodded, "You will stretch for me, Lex." One of his big hands roamed to cup one of her breasts, his thumb flicking lightly at her erect nipple. "Yautja mating is not like ooman mating. I will be gentle, mi'esui."

A soft hiss of breath left her lips when he inched himself slowly inside of her, the tip of his cock pushing past her entrance. Immediately her loins set on fire as he slowly inserted himself inch by agonizing inch. Her teeth snapped together while she fought to let her body relax so she could better let their bodies join.

She was not backing out of this because his cock was huge. Her determination to have him was what drove her to endure the burning pain.

There was so much of him!

Halfway there he paused, his claws digging into the mattress, the big alien groaning and panting. Scar leaned over her, his hot breath fanning across her skin as he tried to control his breathing. Short successive trills left his mouth while he held himself half buried inside of her. His long black locs fell across her chest and the bed on either side of her.

"You are so...tight." The last word coming out in a snarl when she accidentally tightened her muscles. He let out a high pitched whine as if he was in pain.

"I'm...sorry."

Scar snarled a series of words she didn't know and shook his head back and forth making his locs sway back and forth across her skin. His locs were a little warm against her already heated skin but the feeling of them sent shivers down her body.

Moaning low in her throat, she relaxed enough for him to start inserting himself deeper. Her body was a bit more accustomed to his girth but it didn't less the initial pain. Lex took hold of his dangling locs and yanked causing him to snarl and bury the remaining few inches of himself inside of her, his balls colliding with her ass.

"Fuuuck, Scar. You're so big. Stuff me like a Thanksgiving turkey why don't you?" Groaned Lex as their bodies were finally together.

He chuckled in amusement, his voice strained as he held himself still. "At least I have...ruined...ooman males for you."

Lex scoffed.

"Baby, you've ruined them for me in more ways than one."

The right side of his mandibles lifted in a smirk as he slowly withdrew from within her, drawing a breathy long moan from Lex, and again when he reinserted himself back to the hilt. With each slow thrust, pain sliced through her less and less. For such a large being he expertly maintained a steady and slow pace building her up.

This was the moment Lex had only dreamed of. It was finally happening. Their bodies were one and while it was a painful start, she wouldn't take it back.

Every thrust from Scar allowed her to feel every delicious inch of his alien cock and the ridges on the underside. Their eyes met as they slowly grew comfortable with one another in this ancient dance. His yellow eyes, so alien yet beautiful, were darkened with emotions. Without speaking to one another their eyes said what couldn't be said as they lost themselves in each other.

Their pace was slow and delicious, allowing all of their feelings for each other to show in the joining of their bodies. Lex wrapped her arms around Scar's neck while he tongued her breasts with his lizard-like tongue. His ministrations helped to distract her from the feeling of being stuffed to the brim and the slight uncomfortable feeling it brought with it.

Her large alien held himself just above her body while their hips met again and again in that slow but gentle pace. Hotter and hotter her body grew the closer she reached her climax. She wanted to be filled with Scar as much as possible, for their bodies to be one like this again and again.

Lex reached her climax, squeezing his waist as she came undone.

Upon her tongue came his name in a breathy whine.

His real name.

"Shad'dhak'te..."

Scar hadn't been expecting it and allowed himself to reach his own climax. He thrusted through his climax, bringing her along with it, as he pumped her full of his seed, making sure her womb took every last drop.

"Alexa..." The Yautja whined, his mandibles flaring open as he completely drained himself inside of her.

Their panting filled the sudden silence of the room as they both basked in the afterglow of their orgasms. Scar nuzzled his forehead against Lex's when he started to softly purr, the sound calming. In turn, Lex peppered soft kisses between his eyes and on his forehead when he pulled away to meet her eyes. He tried to playfully growl, the sound making her giggle.

"You said my name..." Scar purred, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Did I say it right?"

She had tried for days to practice his name and get it right. In the one moment where she had said it, she hoped it had been right.

"Yes." He hissed as he pulled his cock free from her body, moving to lie on his side and promoting her to roll onto her own to face him. "It was right."

"Good."

At moment she felt even more joy. Saying his name right had been a personal goal and she had finally done it. This made the moment between them even more special than it had been. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering their wings as she readied herself to say the words that had been on her mind for the past few weeks.

Her hand found his on the bed and entwined their fingers. Never had the sight looked so right. His long fingers were longer than her entire hand, his claws a sharp contrast to her blunt clipped nails.

Lex hadn't thought that she would feel this way about the hunter from the pyramid.

When she had come to that dead end and found him standing there, she thought that that was the end. That she would die just like everyone else had.

But, here she was...more alive than she had ever been.

"I love you, Shad'dhak'te."

Scar hooked one of his legs around her and pushed her closer so he could nuzzle her forehead again. His tusks tickled her skin as he chittered, releasing a series of clicks and noises she hadn't heard before. There was always something new she was learning about him. She loved that.

"I love you, also, Alexa Woods." His warmth surrounded her as she laid her head against his chest, his rumbling purrs a comforting vibration. Curling against him, Lex sighed in content.

"Slumber, mate. When you have recovered some, I will show you how Yautja rut."

A soft snort left her nose.

Already she could feel his growing erection against her lower belly. Her alien lover was already ready for round two!

"Mmm, I can't wait."

Lex snuggled as close to him as she could and settled in for a short nap. She felt perfectly content lying next to Scar, her alien mate. Her life was complete and full knowing that her feelings had been mutual. Together her and Scar would make something new and unique.

Eventually, she drifted to sleep warm and loved in the safety of Scar's arms.

#yautjalover #scarxlex #scar #lex woods #predator #avp #alien vs predator #fanfic #monster romance #teratophillia #fluff #smut

[starpirateee]

For the drabble thing, Steph/Lex maybe? 👀

Oooo!! Okay this is something I'm gonna be happy to get into 👀 you guys really know how to make things interesting, huh?

Lex's phone buzzed more times in the span of a few minutes than it ever normally would. Sometimes that happened while she was at work, she was never allowed to check her phone while on the job, so she tended to miss out a lot. But there was never this many messages in such a short space of time.

She opened her phone, glancing around the shop to make sure Frank couldn't see her.

[ s.lauter.x ]

hey lex

idk if you remember, but it's steph

... we were in shop class together in high school

Lauter...

Steph!

Lex smiled a little at the memory of her. She was a junior when Steph was a freshman. In that half a year before she dropped out for good, the two of them had been sat next to each other, and while they weren't the best of friends, they had gotten along fine.

They hadn't actually spoken since Lex dropped out, so it was strange seeing her name on the top of her phone.

Lex hesitated, then opened the conversation.

[ lexxxx_f ]

uh... yeah! steph, right?

[ s.lauter.x ]

yeah! hey :)

sorry about this, i know we haven't spoken in, like, forever, but i wanted to tell you about your sister.... she got into an accident in class today

[ lexxxx_f ]

what happened????

"Alexandra!"

Lex looked up quickly, leaving Steph typing. Frank had appeared out of nowhere, arms folded in discontent. There was nobody in the shop, hadn't been for a while now. It's not like he needed her for anything...

She glanced down for a brief moment. Steph was still typing. She frowned. God, this must be huge... she hoped Hannah was okay...

"What did I tell you?"

"It's about my sister," Lex tried to excuse. Normally he tended to let that slide, she was the best option when Hannah was in trouble, and it wasn't so often that it happened, so she could usually get away with it, too.

He raised an eyebrow. "What about her?"

"She's in hospital. Would you let me go, I've gotta go get her..."

Frank sighed, glancing at the depressingly empty shop floor. If they weren't busy now, then there was a really good chance that they weren't going to be busy until close. While Lex wasn't the most hardworking girl he could've picked, but if he had to give her credit for anything, it was that she never really asked for much.

That was the one side of it. She didn't ask for much, and when she did, it was usually something he had to note was worth her being excused. "What happened?"

"I don't know. I'm getting an answer for that right now..."

Another glance down at her phone.

[ s.lauter.x ]

she had some kinda blackout in shop while she was on the bandsaw

"She had an accident in shop class." Lex's voice was laced in the horror she felt, and she'd heard the way it broke too. This wasn't good. this really wasn't good. "Shit- Frank, I gotta go-"

[ lexxxx_f ]

steph... what happened to her?

just tell me, i gotta know...

[ s.laughter.x ]

i don't know, i didn't get across the room fast enough

there was a lot of blood though...

She didn't even leave chance for Frank to fully authorise her leaving early before she'd started running out the door. In the few moments she was still within reach, she didn't hear Frank try to protest, so she assumed that he would get used to it.

With a single track mind, she raced to her car, her heart pounding. She'd pretty much blacked out as soon as she saw the word blood from Steph. She didn't really care what had actually happened, if it was bad enough that she'd ended up in fucking hospital over it, then it was a cause for concern.

[ s.lauter.x ]

listen lex, i've gotta go before mr houston catches me, but i just thought i'd let you know

Lex slumped against the driver's seat and sighed, running a hand through her hair.

[ lexxxx_f ]

thanks steph, i appreciate it

It was hours before she got the chance to think straight again. The hospital was one whole mess after the other. Hannah was okay, that was a good start. She'd lost a finger in the blackout, but the surgeon had managed to reattach it before it became a real problem.

That was maybe the only good thing to come out of that whole space of time.

Hannah refused to acknowledge what happened, the panic had forced Ethan out of work early to see if everything was okay, and Lex had been forced into thousands of dollars worth of debt in a matter of moments. It was a catastrophpe, and Lex had way too many thoughts on the matter. She'd fallen deep into the spiral of worry that came with accidents of this kind.

God, she was going to lose her mind. Even after she contributed all her savings to this extortionate bill, she'd be 20 000 in debt for who fucking knows how long? Her shitty job wasn't going to compensate for this. And she never graduated high school- that's why it had been so long since she talked to Steph.

But she could do that, couldn't she? She could go back, there was an equivalency test she could take to get her diploma.... Maybe she could get around doing that.

To give her a bit of a break, Ethan had offered to take Hannah out for a bit, but because she'd ran out of work, there was no chance she was just going to go back.

For some reason, she couldn't get Steph off her mind. It was weird how she had to admit she hadn't thought about her in years, but now she was all she could think about.

[ lexxxx_f ]

this is weird, but we haven't seen each other in a while, have we?

[ s.lauter.x ]

it's been years

[ lexxxx_f ]

yeah...

Was this a good idea? God only knows it was the single most impulsive thing she'd ever done... On the other hand, though, she had a couple of hours spare, and Steph had been a great part of easing her worries today, even if she hadn't realised it.

Of course it was a good idea. Any chance to drive these thoughts out of her head, right?

[ lexxxx_f ]

do you wanna maybe grab coffee sometime? catch up?

Even Steph typing managed to make her nervous. She waited, staring at the three dots until they disappeared. They returned within a couple of moments, and Lex went right back to staring at them.

[ s.laughter.x ]

y'know what? that'd be great!

#stephanie lauter #lex foster #starkid #void offering #nova's tags → #i love this? ive never heard of this ship before but i love it??? #they could be so awesome together #where do you guys pull these ships from and why do they work so well? #star mail

[delicatefade]

🔺️Eilan, what is the one thing you most regret? Who did it hurt, and why did you do it?

Ahh finally getting to this! Great question! I'll answer for both timelines. Inquisitor!Eilan timeline where it's a Solas romance - It depends when you ask her. Her regrets, like her morals, are ever-changing in that timeline as she goes from face to heel. By the end of the story, she would say she regrets not having been able to save her clan. Uh, more reasonable people may say she should regret falling for Solas and being complicit in his plot to tear down the Veil... but baby girl Eilan is all in by the end and doesn't regret that. Inquisitor!Lex timeline where it's a Lex romance - That she didn't give Lex enough patience and grace when he became Inquisitor. She is very frustrated with how he handles that position, and they argue a lot. She starts most arguments. Her inability to fully appreciate the position he was in and why he handled it the way he did does a lot of damage to their relationship. This part isn't published so I don't want to spoil any more than that. 😈

#eilan lavellan #ask game

[laysean87]

A Matter of Conscience..., a Justice League/Justice League Unlimited fanfic

Title: A Matter of Conscience…

Author: laysean87

Fandom: Justice League/Justice League Unlimited, DC Animated Universe

Characters: Clark Kent/Lord Superman (Justice Lords Universe), Wally West/Flash

Summary: "Humanity had to be saved from itself. They may hate them for it, but they would learn to appreciate what they did someday.

It was for their own good."

Notes: A brief short one-shot describing Lord Superman's mindset. For context, this is during the climax of his fight with Justice League member Flash – the moment where he briefly hesitates finishing off Flash.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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"Can't do it, can you?"

Something in Flash's words caused Superman to falter. After an intense fight with the Fastest Man Alive inside Stryker's Island, the powerful leader of the Justice Lords had the speedster of Central City right where he wanted him; inside a dimly lit room of the head prison guard; his giant left hand clutching the chest of the hero's red colored costume; his right hand balled into a fist and drawn back; ready to deliver the final blow.

Even if it was against this world's Flash, and not his Flash.

He was killed, thanks to then US President Lex Luthor… a long time ago.

That's when Superman and his teammates decided to take action. It wasn't enough to put the crooks behind bars. It was no longer enough to just do a glorified cleanup job or citizen's arrest. Evil would no longer be tolerated anymore. Nor would a bad attitude about the laws they would enforce. They would have to eliminate it… for good. By any means necessary and whatever means possible.

Do what was needed to be done. Take over.

It began when Superman assassinated Lex Luthor, and it didn't stop there. For the Justice Lords, it couldn't stop there. No crime, however big or small, would ever be committed under their watch. in order to get rid of evil for good, to ensure the safety of the humans on Earth, to make a world free of crime, free of tyranny, so that no one would ever have to endure trauma or pain ever again, they had to take the next step.

This Flash and his counterparts in the Justice League could never understand that. They couldn't understand that they didn't mean to trap the League, and lock them up. The were trying to help this alternate world by getting rid of the evil and tyranny the same way they did in their own world. To be rid of all crime in their world so that everyone was safe. And in order to make a utopian world of this magnitude, they had to grab power. The ends always justifies the means.

But, no. They'd rather fight him and the Justice Lords. To continue this never ending dance of putting the criminals behind bars until the next time they escaped. And the song-and-dance routine would start all over again.

And where would the battle against all evil end, though? When would it all end?

Superman knew the answer: It would never end. As long as evil would still be free to do whatever they want on Earth, there could be no peace, no order, no security.

Humanity had to be saved from itself. They may hate them for it, but they would learn to appreciate what they did someday.

It was for their own good.

So why the pause?

"I'm the last piece of your conscience, and this is the one thing you'll never do."

Trying to appeal to the good in him, to his conscience, his ideals. Those words would've been true in another lifetime. In fact, they were true… before everything changed.

In another lifetime, Superman wouldn't have even dreamed that one day, he would end up killing the Flash. From another universe, but still the Flash, all the same. But the fact was he was beyond that now. He was beyond any kind of restraint. He was determined to have a world free of crime, where the humans on this planet would be safe… at any cost. If that meant stripping them of their freedoms, enforcing his and his teammates' will on this or any other alternate universe, even killing the Justice League from this and any other universe or dimension to do it…

…then so be it.

His jaw stiffened, his eyebrows narrowed as he stared past the mask concealing Flash's eyes. "I've done a lot of things I thought I'd never do these last two years. One more won't hurt."

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The End

This story, along with others is also available on my Fanfiction account.

#dcau fanfiction #dcau #justice league season two #justice lords #lord superman #wally west #the flash #rough draft #justice league unlimited #dc animated universe #short story #bruce timm #dc comics

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 43: Katherine's Advice

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September 1925

TW: conditioning, discussion of abuse, panic attacks

Oliver put the finishing touches on a set of egg-salad sandwiches, neat triangles with the crust removed, and set them on a platter along with an assortment of tea cookies from a local bakery. Truthfully, he didn't know the first thing about entertaining -- with no friends or family and a tiny bookshop apartment, it wasn't anything he'd ever had to do. Alexander had some helpful suggestions for things he'd seen other thralls do, and had procured the supplies Oliver would need for a light midnight lunch (or whatever one might call it.)

In fact, Alexander had been hovering around Oliver a great deal since their fraught conversation a couple of nights before. He'd bought a bounty of foods he supposed Oliver might like, and seemed to be popping up around every corner of the library to show Oliver interesting books.  It was as though his master thought he needed to win his favor all over again -- despite the fact that Oliver was still very much enthralled, his thoughts often going hazy and filling with imagined echoes of siren song.

Oliver didn't really need the attention, but he did appreciate the advice on entertaining. Embarrassing as it was, Oliver really did want to impress his guests. So much had happened over the past few weeks, his entire life and conception of the world turned on its end. The only people who might really understand were vampires' thralls. Miriam hadn't seemed quite lucid enough for a true conversation, but Alexander had told him that Miss Ruth's thrall, Charlie, was quite intelligent and together.

It'd be nice to talk to someone else who had gone through... this. That was all.

He had just finished up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang and his master rushed to greet the guests. "Hello hello!" sang a voice that Oliver would never forget: Miss Lily. She brought both of her hands to her face in a dramatic mock gasp. "Lex? No, it can't be. You don't look like you just clawed your way out of a grave. Who are you, and what have you done with Lex?"

"Mm. Nice to see you too."

"And look at you!" Miss Lily ruffled Oliver's hair. "You look like you're adjusting quite well! Are you the one responsible for Lex's shocking good health?"

Oliver blushed, not certain how to respond to the praise. She seemed different from how she had been in the auction house, more relaxed, but something about her voice and mannerisms still made Oliver feel a bit dazed and eager to please. "I'm just glad I was able to help him, sir."

"Of course you did. I just knew a thrall like you could do him a world of good. Speaking of which..." She pulled her thrall Miriam through the front door, and she looked at Oliver with her usual clouded expression. "Miriam, you remember Oliver, don't you? Lord Alexander's new thrall?"

She looked confused for a moment before her face lit up a bit in recognition. "Oh, yes! From when we were staying at the auction house. It's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you, too." Miriam's uncertain mental state made him a bit uneasy. If Lily and Alexander were anything alike, would he end up similarly entranced? Would he even realize if it happened? Was it happening already?

"But Miriam's not the only person I've brought along. I took the liberty of inviting one of our old friends that Lex has been avoiding."

Alexander looked confused. "Ruth? I haven't been avoiding her."

"Ruth's on the way, too, but no, not her."

"Oh -- you don't mean --"

A sophisticated-looking older woman, gray hair tucked in neat curls, stepped out from the porch. She was wearing an old-fashioned, dark blue flannel dress with a high collar. Behind her was another older woman, also wearing an old-fashioned flannel dress, hers covered with a ruffled white pinafore.

"Edith! It's been ages!" said Alexander.

"And whose fault is that?" she said, in the tone of a worried mother. "You kept turning me away when I called on you, and I'd hear all about it from Lily -- how you refused to take a thrall, and were drinking bottled blood --"

Alexander looked uncharacteristically cowed by the scolding. "And I'm sure she's told you that I have a suitable thrall, now, so you needn't worry about my health."

"I'll stop being worried about your health when you start taking proper care of yourself," she said. "But I'd like to meet this thrall of yours. Is this him?"

Even with his master and Miss Lily around him, Oliver could still feel the pull of this new vampire's aura on his mind. It was soothing, almost numbing, and he had the odd thought that she must be a good master. "My name is Oliver Pines, sir, and I am indeed Lord Alexander's thrall. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, what a polite and charming thrall," Miss Edith said with a smile. She shamelessly took Oliver's chin in her hand to examine his face, and Oliver was surprised that his master didn't seem to mind. "Healthy, and his blood smells very nourishing."

"As you can see, I'm taking care of myself just fine," said Alexander defensively.

"I suppose this is a better state of affairs than your usual. But where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself properly." she said, and then turned back to Oliver. "You may address me as Dr. Edith. I'm a doctor who has served the vampire community for over a century. If you're ever sick or injured, no doubt your master will call on me to help."

"You're a vampire... doctor, sir?"

"There are very few health ailments that can afflict vampires, so I primarily take care of their precious thralls. After all, healthy thralls are necessary for a healthy vampire," she said, with a pointed look at Alexander.

He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "Yes, yes, your point has been made."

"And this is Katherine, my faithful nurse," said Dr. Edith, gesturing to the woman who had accompanied her.

Katherine delicately shook Oliver's hand. "Good to meet you." She looked bright-eyed compared to Miriam, but her hand was warm, and she clearly was not a vampire.

"Are you a..."

"Dr. Edith's thrall, yes, and her nurse and assistant and whatever else is required of me."

"I see," he said with relief. He was looking forward to having a chat with a thrall who seemed to still have her wits about her.

While the group was still exchanging pleasantries, hanging up coats and hats, when the doorbell rang once again. It was Miss Ruth, the vampire lawyer who had sized up Oliver's suitability for a clerk at the auction house. She was followed by a tall, broad-shouldered man.

"Do you remember me, Oliver?" she asked.

"Yes, sir, I remember you very well. You asked me to recite state capitals. I'm glad to see you well."

Miss Ruth looked at him with longing. "Oh, I do wish I could have afforded to buy you," she said. "But no matter how hard I work, I just can't compete with Lex's fortune."

The broad-shouldered man was named Charlie, and he was one of Miss Ruth's thralls and law clerks. He favorited Oliver with a stoic nod, and between him and Katherine, he couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. Now that he was fully enthralled and owned by a vampire, it was strange to be around other humans, even those in a similar boat. It made him more keenly aware of his situation, and he wondered how he seemed to other people, all too aware that he was under a hypnotic spell.

"Now that all of our guests have arrived, Oliver, why don't you get your tea and refreshments and show the thralls into the second-floor sitting room?" said Alexander. "We'll be meeting in the parlor, and I would prefer not to be disturbed."

"Yes, sir," said Oliver, feeling more than a bit like a child being shooed off so the adults could talk. But even though he'd love to hear what the vampires were discussing -- especially since he seemed to be of particular interest to them -- he was also eager to have a chat with the other thralls.

A few moments later, and he'd enlisted Katherine and Charlie's help in carrying trays to the sitting room. The curtains were open wide, offering a pleasant view of the gaslit city streets and the waning moon. Miriam settled into a plush chair and pulled a knitting project out of a small bag as Oliver poured tea for the four of them.

"Please, help yourself to sandwiches and cookies," he said.

"You're a lovely host, Oliver," Katherine commented. "And so lucid, as well." 

"Um --"

Charlie glared. "An awkward thing to say to a new thrall, don't you think?"

"At my age, I don't see any point dancing around the bush. I've seen hundreds of thralls, after all, and I'm well aware that we're some of the more fortunate ones."

"How long have you two been thralls?" asked Oliver.

"Six years for me," said Charlie.

"I've been with the doctor for nearly thirty years now."

"Thirty years!" said Oliver. "I didn't know... well..."

"Didn't realize that a thrall could last so long in the service of a vampire?" said Katherine, amused. "It's understandable, but it's more common than you might expect. I'm particularly lucky in that my master is a doctor, and so I'm kept very healthy."

"Do you like your master?"

"I do," said Katherine. "I'm under her spell, of course, but after all these years, that's practically background noise. But after having met so many vampires, I'm glad it was the doctor who enthralled me. I meet lots of interesting people and vampires, and I get to help them. I'm never bored. And she's always treated me well."

"I'm also happy to serve my master," said Charlie in a tone that sounded a bit strange. "I mean, I do miss my old life sometimes, and it's hard work to be a clerk, but my living conditions are so much better than when I was working at the factory, that's for sure. My math and reading have improved, too."

"And how about you, Oliver? What's your first impression of serving Lord Alexander?" said Katherine.

Oliver's mind swirled with thoughts, of his master's siren song and his feeding and his need, of the library and the comfortable bed and generous food, of his tiny apartment above the bookshop that used to be modest but his, of the threat of his master's sire.

"It's been good so far. Lord Alexander will be a good master to me, I hope," said Oliver carefully. "But... did you two know his previous thralls?"

Katherine exchanged a look with Charlie. "Ah, yes, Henry. I remember him. He was more... subdued. Like Miriam." 

"Like Miriam," Oliver repeated, his fear of having his mind fade away from him renewed.

Miriam looked up from her knitting. "Hm?"

"Nothing, dear," said Katherine. "I believe that Lord Alexander has, for the most part, always treated his thralls very well. He's a gentle vampire, and he's always treated me with more respect than is due a thrall. But..."

"But?"

"Well... I have had to treat a number of mysterious injuries on Alexander's previous thralls. Miss Lily's as well. I assume you know what those two have in common."

Charlie looked impatient. "There's no need to beat around the bush. Our vampires won't mind us talking about this. They're probably talking about the same thing," he said. "Oliver, what has Lord Alexander told you about the Maestro?"

"The Maestro?" said Oliver, his eyes widening. "Is that... his sire?"

"Oh dear. Yes, he is," said Katherine. "So he's told you very little. It's the way of vampires, unfortunately. Even my master barely tells me anything."

Oliver gripped his chair. "I need to know. Please, tell me."

"I'm afraid I don't know that much myself. He's notoriously reclusive. But I have had to visit his manor to attend to thralls on a number of occasions. Even my master would prefer not to go there, but she says it's too dangerous to defy him."

"What was he like?"

Katherine leaned in close, as though the subject of their conversation might somehow overhear. "His power lets him control people's bodies utterly. His thralls are like toy soldiers, moving to a drum only they can hear. I'm used to all kinds of thralls, but his were uncanny." Katherine shuddered. "Even though he didn't lay a hand on me, he was glaring at me the entire time, and I could feel his influence pulling at my mind. A feeling as though I had to fall in line immediately, or something terrible would happen. Like I could barely think without him hearing it. I've rarely wanted to flee a manor so quickly as that one."

"That does sound... unpleasant," he said, trying to keep his hands from shaking as he sipped his tea, unable to stop his imagination from conjuring visions of himself being used as little more than a puppet. "And his thralls were injured?"

"My master complained that he hadn't called until they were practically bleeding out -- afterwards, of course, not while we were there. Malnourished, too, with a haunted look about them." She put a hand on his knee with a sympathetic look. "But these were the Maestro's own thralls, not Alexander's. You have far less to worry about here. As I've said, I've always found him to be a very gentle vampire."

"Convenient," huffed Charlie. "A vampire with a reputation for being gentle and honest, who gets to blame all his thralls' injuries on his notoriously cruel sire."

Katherine looked alarmed. "Charlie --"  

"I'm just saying that I find it hard to believe the apple falls that far from the tree."

Before Katherine could interject again, Miriam unexpectedly looked up from her knitting, fear written on her normally placid face. "But it is true," she insisted. "Lord Alexander has never hurt me. Neither has Miss Lily, except when she has to leave me there, and --" Tears began to roll down her face. "I can hear it. I can still hear it. Miss Lily told me I could forget, but I can't, I can't forget or he'll punish me --"

"Miriam, oh dear, Miriam, it's okay," said Katherine, pulling the sobbing thrall into an embrace. "It's all right, Miriam. No one's going to hurt you here. You're safe with us, dear."

"I can dance. I can do the dance perfectly, I promise, just let me try, I can do it." Miriam's anxious mumble was barely intelligible between her crying and the way she was pressed against Katherine.

"Miriam, you aren't there. You aren't anywhere frightening. You're having tea at Lord Alexander's house, remember?"

"I'm at...?"

"Lord Alexander's house. His thrall Oliver is being such a gracious host. It's perfectly safe. See?"

Miriam seemed to wake from her terror almost as quickly as she'd fallen into it. "Oh, of course, I don't know what I was thinking!" she said, glassy-eyed as she lifted her head from Katherine's shoulder. "Oh, I always enjoy when my madam visits Lord Alexander. He's very kind to me."

"Of course he is, dear," said Katherine, patting her back. "We really shouldn't bring up such awful topics around Miriam. She's a sensitive soul. Charlie, how's your baseball team doing?"

Oliver wanted to hear more, even though it terrified him, but he also felt awful that his questioning had thrown Miriam into a panic, so he eagerly went along with the topic change. "You like baseball, Charlie?"

"Love baseball, always have," he said, also looking relieved at the conversation switch. "My master gave me a great radio set, so I can listen to all the games. But my team's doing awful this year -- bottom of the league. They never shoulda traded their star pitcher..." 

As Oliver listened to Charlie rant about blown games and poor referee calls, as Katherine discussed birdwatching and a new bread recipe she'd tried, he could almost forget the fear of his situation and feel a little bit normal.

It was only later, after Charlie and his madam left and Miriam was engrossed in her knitting, that Oliver was able to pull Katherine aside. "Katherine, will you please hear me out?"

"Certainly," she said in a motherly tone. "I know how hard it is, the first few weeks of being a vampire's thrall."

"What you said before..." He glanced around as if he were afraid his master would pop out of the shadows at any moment. "Am I safe here? Will I be all right? I've been conditioned to be unable escape..."

"That's normal, yes. I assume Miss Lily was the one who handled your conditioning?"

"She was."

"Then no, I don't expect you'll be able to escape," she said. She put a hand on Oliver's shoulder. "I can't promise that you will be safe. What I said about the Maestro was all true, and while I do believe Alexander means well on the whole, you're among vampires now. We live in their world, and they do what they will with us."

Oliver felt his gut twist. "So then..."

"I've met so many thralls in my life. Hundreds, probably. Most in worse situations than you, and some in better," she said. "Would you like to hear my honest advice about surviving this?"

"Yes, by all means."

"Find happiness wherever you can. Find joy outside of your master's enthralling and feeding. Hobbies, food, art, education, anything that brings you pleasure -- indulge in it." She smiled warmly. "You'll need these pleasures to keep your mind sharp and keep your soul from despair. When you're permanently a prisoner, you need something tangible to look forward to, even if it's simply a warm drink or a beam of sunshine. You seem like the sort of man who can appreciate the mundane."

"...I like to believe so, yes."

"That's a skill that will serve you well, Oliver," she said. "Even if Alexander and his sire are cruel to you, you'll still have something to hold on to during your darkest moments."

"Something to hold on to..." 

"I think you will figure it out. With how much Lord Alexander seems to prize you, it wouldn't surprise me to meet you here twenty years from now, looking back on our lives with our vampires."

She seemed to mean it, and that gave Oliver hope.

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I really enjoy Edith as a character and hope to write at least one side story with her.

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[darthkvznblogs]

Total non sequitur of a question but what do you think of the DCEU?

I like the non sequitur! I hope y'all don't feel like you can only send me asks about the Kverse lol (though of course I'm always happy to answer those!)

I'll give you a very brief review of each:

-Man of Steel: I enjoyed it for the most part. I don't really gel with all the Jesus-y imagery, the bizarre choices with Jonathan, or the incredible amounts of collateral damage (you can't avoid everything but Superman would definitely try to limit it), but I kinda dig the look of all the Kryptonian stuff, I like Henry Cavill's more brooding Superman, and Zod was a cool antagonist.

-Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice: wayyy too many things going on. I can't McFucking believe they made Jimmy Olsen a CIA plant and killed him off immediately. I don't completely hate that version of Lex Luthor but he gets grating pretty quickly. The Knightmare stuff is pretty eyeroll worthy IMO (especially once they double down on it later). The titular duel is pretty good, but very short, and leads into some of the worst stuff in the movie. Doomsday sucks!

-Suicide Squad: aside from some cool freaky stuff with Enchantress, and Viola Davis and Margot Robbie being great casting choices, this one's kinda nothing to me. Rick Flagg, Capt. Boomerang and Deadshot are various flavors of decent to good. Tried to do a Guardians of the Galaxy-y thing and failed miserably. Top contender for worst Joker adaptation of all time.

-Wonder Woman: Great, if very simple plot-wise. The Ares stuff at the end really lets the rest of the movie down, but most of the movie's very cool and fun. I still get chills from the no man's land scene! Chris Pine's Steve Trevor is pretty damn good (but Chris Pine is just good in general)

-Justice League (Whedon's version): I actually like the choice to have a more colorful look for a Justice League movie, but yeah, not good. To say nothing of the behind the scenes drama, they tried to do what the MCU did with the Avengers with half the build-up. Doesn't feel earned at all. Some good action and character interactions, but that's about it.

-Aquaman: Pretty fun, I really appreciate the commitment to being just kinda bonkers, from the more comic-accurate looks to the ginormous underwater battle. I don't really love Momoa's Aquaman but I didn't mind him too much on his own.

-Shazam!: One of my favorites in the DCEU. Doesn't overcomplicate itself, doesn't exhaust itself with references to other stuff, just a good story about found families with real heart, some good humor, and a decent villain.

-Birds of Prey: Other than the bizarre choice to give Cassandra Cain's name to a character that couldn't be more different, I fucking love this one. Very fun, great action, and it reminded me I have a crush on Mary Elizabeth Winstead lol

-Wonder Woman 1984: Sucks. I hate to say it, I went in thinking I'd really enjoy it but it was genuinely painful to watch for the most part. Not even the power of Pedro Pascal and Chris Pine combined could save this one.

-Zack Snyder's Justice League: Definitely an improvement overall compared to the theatrical release, but dear lord it did not need to be 4 hours long. Flash's turn-back-the-clock gambit was super cool. Legit kinda ruined by the Joker monologue in the Knightmare, lol.

-The Suicide Squad: Didn't watch it! I saw how bloody and murder-happy it'd be and just shrugged and moved on. I'm sure it's as good as people say, but I'd have to be in a very particular mood to wanna watch it, tbh.

-Black Adam: Enjoyed it quite a bit, though the presence of the JSA in the modern day with very little explanation is a bit jarring. The Rock's Black Adam is a bit too heroic and personable for my tastes but brutal enough that I'm okay with it. Kinda loved Pierce Brosnan's Doctor Fate (except for the suit design, I hated it)

-Shazam! Fury of the Gods: Haven't watched it yet, but I don't hear great things about it, so not super enthused about it. Probably will watch it eventually.

-The Flash: I categorically refused to watch this one because 1) I got spoiled on what happens to Supergirl and y'all know I love Kara so it pissed me off, and 2) the CGI nostalgia fest felt extremely cynical and cash-grab-y to me. Not particularly interested in watching this one, but maybe someday.

-Blue Beetle: Gods, I really wanted to watch this one in theaters. It was in my town for all of two days and I couldn't go :( I plan on watching this one soon-ish - even if it's really bad I'll probably enjoy it, I'm a Jaime simp haha :P

-Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom: Genuinely didn't know this one was coming out. Also not particularly interested in watching it, but also not against it, so I'll probably end up putting it on some really boring weekend hahaha.

#ask box #dceu #snyderverse

[blazerwyvernmaster]

FE4 GEN 1 OPINIONS: CHARACTERS

OK SO

I just beat FE4 like a while ago.

Here are my opinions on gen 1

Sigurd

He's a good lord, both character and unit wise. I like him a lot.

Naoise

He was cool, but really? Only ONE conversation/line? Really?? He needed better. Unit wise he was ok.

Alec

He was cool, and getting two conversations is better than one! I kept him with an iron sword most of the Gen, for no reason. Ugh.

Arden

I tried my best to make you work and almost succeeded...but...it just didn't happen. You could do damage but you were just too slow! I like his character a lot unironically.

Quan

Not bad. Definitely needed more defense, but I like him. He's relationship with fin was great.

Ethlyn

Pretty much always useful in most situations I had her in, and promoted before she...uhh... y'know.

Finn

Finn did great, but suffered more from the needing more defense thing. I like him a lot. Promoted.... eventually. Almost married him to Lachesis but....I failed...

Azelle

He's just nice! I like him! Also he was a good mage, and eventually mage knight. Married him to Aideen.

Lex

My first promotion. DAMN was he good! Paragon plus brave axe is just too amazing. Married to Ayra.

Midir

MIDir was mid. He did his job but never did it well enough. And yet...I like him a little bit. Enough to marry him to Brigid for some reason. That was kinda dumb...

Edain

One of my types is just pretty priestly women. She's my type. I like her. Married to Azelle.

Dew

I wanted to make you useful BUUT you were too weak and I didn't do the easy strat of just... leaving you alone in the woods. He goofy. Married to Sylvia.

Ayra

She's just good. We all knew this. Married to Lex for that sweet sweet BRAVE SWORD.

Jamke

He's good, but doesn't do much outside of his chapter. Needed a bit more character. But as a unit he's awesome, and surprised me with his tanking abilities.

Deirdre

Plot device woman sure was a plot device.Who could've guessed? She's pretty and does damage.

Lachesis

I was promised depression and only got spunk. Not disappointed but she's great. Almost married to Finn, but Beowulf was there to tell her to go get him anyway.

Chulainn

Annoying to recruit because Luna, but great to use because Luna. He certainly was a character in a game.

Beowulf

Decent enough. He did his job well, and I appreciate him for it. Married to Lachesis

Lewyn

No explanation needed. He was great all around. Married to Enryis.

Silvia

Dancer lady. She was never not useful and had a charming character to boot. Married to Dew.

Enryis

As the only flier in gen 1, I LOVE HER! She did amazing! Proud of her ass. Married to Lewyn

Brigid

She's a great archer and a cool character. Needed something more than pursuit to be more special though, but idk what else to give her. Married to Midir

Tailtu

She's neat. I like her character a lot. She wasn't really fun to train tho...like at all. Cuz I just had to reset a bunch and hope a 60 percent didn't hit her. Married to Claud

Claud

He's a character who I surprisingly liked alot. Spiritual characters are neat. A shame he's really only a healbot. It make it harder to use him. He did get to level 30 tho. Married to Tailtu

#fire emblem #srpg #trpg #fire emblem genealogy of the holy war #fe4

[thevindicativevordan]

Action Comics 1000?

Not the legendary creative lineup you'd hope for from such an issue, but a solid enough group that gave us a very enjoyable anthology.

Sucks that many of the all-time best creators to handle Superman didn't participate for one reason or another: Morrison, Waid, Maggin, Ross, Moore (that was never going to happen I know), Millar, Busiek, Yang, etc. Ones who did were still solid but omitting many definitive Superman creators undeniably left a hole in the lineup. I enjoyed it more than Detective #1000 or Marvel #1000 nonetheless, and the creators who were involved definitely tried to live up to the historical weight.

Jurgens From The City That Has Everything - Probably his best modern Superman story other than Lois & Clark. A major milestone issue like this requires a story that is an ode to how awesome Superman is, and Jurgens delivers that. Love the little wink and nod to how Superman is the first superhero and the inspiration/source for all the rest at the end. This is a much better finale for Jurgens Action Rebirth run than the one shot he wrote and ends his run on a high note after the weak Zod arc.

Tomasi & Gleason Never-Ending Battle - Gorgeous one page splashes drawing across Superman's history as a character from Gleason, sweet and sincere if rambling narration from Tomasi on what Superman means. Issue 45 is the better overall ending to their Superman run, but this is a nice little coda alongside the Dinosaur Island one shot that captures the wholesome vibe of their run which won affection from many.

Wolfman & Swan An Enemy Within - Wolfman does his best with what he's got, trying to cobble together a story about Superman's love for ordinary humans, but there just isn't enough leftover art to make this work. Swan deserved to be included so I appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

Levitz & Adams The Game - "Or would you prefer Monopoly?" is one of my favorite examples of Superman's deadpan humor. Otherwise it was a great short story of Superman and Lex attempting to outmaneuver each other. Supes is trying to reach the human being underneath Lex's pompous exterior by offering to play a game of chess, but for Lex it's just another chance at killing "the alien". Loved that this was a story that reminded everyone how smart Superman is and how he can "preptime" too. Adams best Superman work remains the batshit insanity of The Coming of the Supermen, but we get to have him homage himself via Superman breaking kryptonite chains which is great.

Johns, Donner, & Copiel The Car - Wow this was utterly unlike what I or anyone else would have expected from Johns and Donner. A sequel to the Action Comics #1 story that manages to do a "Superman encourages a former criminal to reform" story with the Golden Age incarnation, who preferred cracking heads over exchanging words, and it still feels in-character? Superman here keeps that simplistic outlook on life he did in his early publication history, but Johns & Donner managed to merge that with the modern incarnation's belief in everyone's inner goodness believably. If Johns were to ever return to the character I'd rather read a story from him continuing the adventures of this Superman over the mainline guy. Shame this is likely going to be the only Copiel Superman story we will ever get because he's just as good a fit for Supes as he is for Thor.

Snyder & Albuquerque The Fifth Season - I choose to view this as set in the Birthrightverse, a sad story about the broken friendship between Lex and Clark. Both of them were so desperate to find an answer to the why of their lives when they were young, yet their similarities weren't enough to overcome their differences. Even then there's a smidge of hope in this story too, that Lex is still good enough, or maybe just human enough, to put revenge aside and take a moment to reflect makes Superman want to believe that maybe they can be friends again one day.

King & Mann Of Tomorrow - Oh my God King needs to do another longform Superman project, even just a 12 issue maxi since he loves that format immensely. He's just name-dropping concepts here that are begging to be fleshed out into proper stories: The Black Hole Wars, the Eternity Formula, Lois apparently alive four billion years in the future and running the Universal Info Network. Give me those stories King! Of all the stories in this issue, this is the one that is the best at conveying the sheer grandeur and spectacle of Superman's existence. Crushing dirt into diamonds, crafting the diamond into a little statue, fully powered despite the sun becoming a red giant like Krypton's star to signify how much he has changed, and casually talking about pushing the entire Earth far enough away to escape the Sun's expansion. But even accounting for all that Superman continues to be Clark Kent, stumbling over his words when he gushes over his wife and son, or wants to express how much he loves and misses his Pa and Ma. King nails the spectrum of relatable human and awe-inspiring superhero that the character encompasses. For 1000 issues and 80 years Superman has entertained us and he may damn well entertain us for another 1000 issues and 80 years more if he keeps getting stories like this.

Simonson & Ordway Five Minutes - Solid story about the way Clark's secret and superhero identities overlap in function with great art. Simonson remains an underrated Superman creator, and honestly you could maybe say the same for Ordway. Those two know how to walk the line between grounded and fantastical.

Dini & Garcia-Lopez Actionland - Was this a homage to the Superman theme park that never happened? Garcia-Lopez on art was a welcome sight - his art looked even better here than usual somehow thanks to the inks and colors - and Dini turned in a decent story about the way one of Superman's longest standing Rogues views their relationship. Dini had already explored something similar with Mxy in a backup story during Superman Reborn and I rate that story higher however.

Meltzer & Cassaday Faster Than A Speeding Bullet - Last line between Superman and Lila will be a turn off for some, but it's still overall a good story that pulls off a "Superman is inspired by normal people" in a genuine way and letting Superman look cool with a speed feat to boot. Superman has limits but he's not alone in his fight, and ordinary people can step up to contribute in ways he needs them to at times. Cassaday's art is a great fit for such a "mundane" story too.

Bendis & Lee The Truth - Ahhh this really was the perfect prologue to Bendis' time on the Superbooks. Great characterization for Clark, good art, funny integration of regular citizens reacting to the insanity of Metropolis life, and including the oft-neglected Superfamily with Kara participating in the fight. Superman stopping himself in mid-air from crashing through a store signaled that Bendis had put thought into ways to demonstrate Superman's control over his powers, and he would continue to do so over the course of his run. Then you get Rogal looking like a Doomsday knockoff and spouting cliches we've seen a million times. All the good and all the bad of Bendis in one short story, nice work for a man known for his decompression.

A better showing than I would have hoped for from DC for a massive Superman event like this. You get a couple all-time stories, and those that aren't vary from ok to good. Many times I've let myself been hyped up for a big Superman event only to be let down, but thankfully Action Comics #1000 was not one of those times.

#superman #action comics #action comics 1000

[pseudo-hero]

A Little Conversation About Batman: Fortress...

I read this comic some time ago but didn't get a chance yet to talk about it. I have...thoughts.

*Spoilers, I guess*

So first, let's start with the good/ish:

1. Although I'm probably less of an expert on Batman and his media than I am on Superman (who I don't claim to be an expert on either, but I do know and appreciate a lot about him/his media) I know enough about Batman that I think I can say with certainty that he was portrayed pretty well in this book. Especially personality-wise.

2. Some of Batman's lesser known/utilized characters were present, including DC (Detective Chimp) himself! What I presume is an old Green Lantern character was there, too. Just less common characters from across DC Comics tbh, along with two big ones. All brought something to the table.

3. Artwork was strange but in a good way. It was hard to look away, that's for sure.

4. Lex Luthor was there and he was funny, like he tends to be. But he was being the snobby, "extra" version of himself here, so even funnier. Also he's president in it because this alternate universe story takes place during the time period that he was.

Now, the straight up BAD:

This may possibly be the worst portrayal of Superman and/or his origins that I've witnessed or heard about in decades, and JLA: Act of God still exists (that comic probably deserves its own post, tbh).

Not only is he absent for almost the entirety of this 8-issue series until the very end of the final issue (with his sudden disappearance and his being searched for a huge plot point in the story), not only is it revealed that he came from a family of kryptonian technology/bio thieves or genocidal war starters of some sort, whose greed and arrogance led to the hatred of Krypton by other planets/races and its eventual demise (what could have been a cool plot point for another story but was poorly used here and felt just tacked on in this series), but he actually hides from the main alien villains in this story while they travel throughout the area murdering innocent people.

Even worse? His reasoning for doing so. Clark in this story actually thought that if he hid from the big baddies, that they would eventually just leave instead of continue to look for him and be willing to kill anyone and everyone to do so (they didn't kill everyone, but damn if it wasn't made clear that they easily could have). What type of ridiculous thought process is that? Why would Superman ever think hiding was the answer? Did yet another person (probably a Batman fan) with a vendetta against his character write a story, with the express goal to make Clark look as foolish and synapse-defunct as possible?

Also, in the end, Clark decides to give up his Kryptonian powers to Batman as a means of "making up for" his ancestors past crimes and giving these idiotic alien brutes some peace of mind. Like...huh?? So him being a kryptonian/a descendant of kryptonians is the only issue, not the heart of the person who wields his powers or what the wielder intends to do with them or even the powers themselves?? And then Batman says at the very, very end that he's going to do a "better job" than Superman did with his powers by "lead"ing. Uhhh, what is Superman if not a leader?! And what exactly will leading the world look like for you, Batman? He admits he himself was always in the shadows but that he's now leaving them... To do what?? Abuse the crap out of violent villains even harder and quicker than he did as Batman? Good for you Batsy! Joker sure is gonna miss ya though! Maybe a currently chill and happy, de-powered Clark can now become the new Batman in his place.

Also, Lex in this story gets turned into a flesh cube for trying to throw Clark and co under the dum dum bus right in front of the main villains. I don't know how other Lex fans would feel about that, but I know that I found that shit to be comical in super disgusting way. So I thought I'd share that, too.

Yeah. So that's basically Batman: Fortress for you. Looking to read it now? Well, just remember: You've been warned x 1000.

#Batman #Superman #Lex Luthor #Clark Kent #Batman: Fortress #comic review #pseudo-hero comic review #warning: bad story #Goodness that was infuriating and repugnant to read!

[carpecarlos]

[Text; Lex] Gonna call it a blessing and a curse lol

[Text] I appreciate it and I'll let you know. But I'm really not expecting much from you until babies here. You got your own stuff going on. And this one's contained for awhile lol. So.

text: alright. wouldn't be me if i didn't offer my full services here.

text: feel bad enough i'll be going on tour and leaving you with 3 kids and a newborn

@cd-alexavega