#okay i need to stop rambling on my OWN POST LOL

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Kinktober 11

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: This one really scratched an itch I didn't know I had. I just keep learning more about myself in this fandom lol. I hope you guys enjoy this one! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: cnc?, Ropes, Restraints, Oral, (F receiving), P in V, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Creampie, Roleplaying, Neteyam being an aftercare king

You stir awake to the sound of rustling around you and the sensation of something tightening around your wrists. When you open your eyes, it’s still the middle of the night, but you snap fully to your senses when you catch sight of Neteyam’s figure looming over you. You try to use your hands to touch him, but find that you can’t move your arms.

“N-Neteyam?...” Your arms strain a bit and you’re met with resistance. Looking up, you see that you’re tied to one of the posts of your kelku preventing you from using your hands.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t want to wake you. I just…just needed you so bad…” he says lust heavy in his voice as his hands start to run up and down your body. He squeezes at your hips and chest and thighs and ass and anywhere else he pleases.

You’re too embarrassed to keep looking at him when he starts to kiss and lick at your nipples and mutters to himself about how soft you feel. Your hands want to cover your face, but he has you secured tight. You finally look at him again when you feel his thumbs hook around your tewng and start to slide it down your hips. You attempt to close your legs to stop him, but he easily overpowers you and keeps your legs open for him.

“Tey, wait…” you start to protest, but he’s clearly not listening when he hikes your legs up to your chest by back of your knees and dips his head between your thighs.

“Ah!...”

Soft, breathless whispers and mumbles about how sweet you taste and how badly he wants you come from Neteyam between the open mouth kisses he places on your cunt.

“Mmm, wanna fill you up. Make you pregnant…fuck…” he breathes while he starts to undo his own tewng. “Neteyam, don’t…” you whine, but it’s no use. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils wide as he stares down at you pulling helplessly against your restraints. He’s already lining himself up with your dripping pussy. One of his hands cups your cheek and he gently shushes you.

“It’ll be okay, sevin. Just let me use you for a bit, yeah?” he says

“B-but—Ah!” your words are cut of by Neteyam sinking into you. With how wet you are, you can literally hear the sound of each inch stretching you open. Neteyam bottoms out in you with a groan feeling your cervix kissing the head of his cock. His hips start moving almost in their own thrusting into you.

Your head starts to spin with every push of his hips. You can’t stop the small mewls that slip past your lips.

“See, doesn’t it feel good, narlor?” he coos from above you. “So wet for me…” his chin drops to his chest watching how your pussy opens up to take him over and over.

“Nete—Haah! Neteyam, what are you doing?” it takes all your focus to form a single coherent sentence as you start to feel that familiar pressure building in your core.

“Just wanna give you a baby so bad.” He’s losing himself to the pleasure as his speed increases. The sound of skin smacking against skin fills the air while he pounds into you.

“Mmm! Mmf! Tey…you shouldn’t!” you say wiggling under him still struggling to use your arms. The rope he has you tied with is starting to dig into your skin, but the sensation of it starts to get lost under the thick blanket of hormones covering your mind.

“Need…haah, need to fill you up with my baby. Need you pregnant…” he’s devolving into a rambling mess, fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow.

Your toes start to curl feeling that pressure intensify inside of you. You can’t even form the words to get it out and tell him before one of his hands is pressing into your lower abdomen so he can physically feel how deep he’s buried in your cunt. The pressure behind your belly explodes squirting out all over his pelvis and thighs. You mindlessly babble his name over and over as you cum.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so sexy. Argh, shit! I’m going to cum!” he says watching your contorting face.

Your eyes squeeze shut relinquishing yourself to your fate. There’s no escaping the ties around your wrists or the bruising hold Neteyam has on you.

“Open your eyes, sevin. I want you to watch me while I breed you.” He says. He ruts his hips into you hard, punching your sweet spot and making your eyes fly open to look at him. His mouth is open in panting breaths before his rhythm finally falters and heat spreads in your lower half. A deep growl leaves his throat as he lets rope after rope of his thick cum spill into you. His hips keep moving languidly pumping more back into you.

Even when he stops, he doesn’t pull out of you, but instead he just sits there still inside of you while he attempts to catch his breath.

A wild smile spreads across your face when he looks at you.

“How was that?” he asks, chest still heaving.

“That was perfect , my love” you tell him making him snort out a laugh.

“You know, yawne, you have the strangest requests sometimes.” He says leaning down and kissing your forehead.

You scrunch your nose at him, “Whatever, you were so into it. Now, get back in character”.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you knowing he can never say no to you.

“Teyam, c-can you untie me now, please?” you ask meekly, resuming your little game.

“Not yet, sevin. We have to make sure it takes, don’t we?” he says giving you one hard thrust. And true to his word, Neteyam spent hours ravishing your body and filling you to the brim with his seed until you were a writhing pile of mush and even beyond that.

In the end, once both of you were completely spent, Neteyam finally released you from your ties. Your skin burned where the ropes had scraped against your wrists and ankles. Joints were sore from the numerous positions he would contort you into. And your core throbbed from the almost endless pounding you had endured.

He took his time tending to you afterwards. He cleaned you gently with a wet cloth, made sure you drank plenty of water and had something to eat before climbing onto the sleep mat with you and holding you close into his chest.

“We should do this again some time” he suggests with a lighthearted laugh.

“Fine, but next time, I get to tie you up.”

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[darkcircles4lyfe]

hi hello ive just come from your enneagram 9 izuku post and i am just OVERWHELMED with joy & excitement after reading it, everything you said just feels so RIGHT!!

(i am a nine myself & have always felt weirdly attached to izuku in that he felt soso similar to me in such a weirdly specific way but i couldn't really explain why i just Got Him until now, so thanks for that little boost of validation lol)

with your post in mind, i couldn't stop thinking about this line from 412 and it got me curious if you had any additional thoughts on it/read it the same way i did:

the moment i read this line i immediately took a screenshot & filed it away in my Important Izuku Moments file, like idk! the wording of it, the way he's talking about shigaraki but could SO easily be talking about himself, that honestly devastating panel of the tears in his eyes...

we've gotten plenty of hints about izuku's emotional suppression (that 'heroes dont cry' scene with iida & todoroki, his flashback of all might telling him to 'stop being such a cry baby' during the afo fight, the whole 'control your heart' plotline...) but THIS line in particular feels so significant for some reason. maybe cause this could easily be izuku recognizing himself in/through shigaraki? maybe bc it is so close to izuku acknowledging the lid hes put on his own sad & lonely past? maybe bc this is the closest we've ever gotten to izuku saying i'm not okay, even if he isn't actually talking about himself yet?

im trying really hard not to ramble too much in your inbox lol, but everything you said in your post about tomura & izuku really hit home for me, i think you're so right about them. and this line in particular is what makes me think we really are going to see some version of tomura being the one to finally break through (Decay) izuku's emotional blocks & barriers (something something locked door imagery), and that just makes me really excited. for both of them :')

YAY!! I’m so glad to hear you resonated with it. It’s otherwise a bit of a “if you know you know” sort of situation, and it felt good to actually explain it.

I had a “!” moment with that panel too, and also when he says he’s determined to break through Tomura’s barrier, expose and acknowledge his pain.

My immediate thought was, “Oh hey, I’m definitely not making this shit up after all, because Horikoshi is obviously intending to confront the concept of bottling up your emotions/your past. He literally just stated it. We're on the same page.” While it didn’t directly confirm anything about Izuku, it's at least something he is aware of, which is an important first step. There's a line in Sleeping At Last's 'Nine' that I was thinking about a lot as I was writing the latter part of that post: "I'm just trying to find myself through someone else's eyes," which speaks to a need for Tomura to be Izuku's mirror, so that he can see himself.

Also, the revelation that Izuku is clinging to the idea that everyone has a "human heart" deep down is pretty clearly applicable to himself too, implying that he's dealing with a lack of self worth (a lot of Japanese fans were talking about this, and I think it doesn't come across as easily in English). I really love how Kudou clarified that Izuku is not naive for this. It's not the same as being blissfully ignorant to how cruel people can be. It's more like, "I need to believe in the worth of others or else I can't believe in myself." That's... so painful and beautiful.

I'm also excited for what comes next! Very soon!

#asks #lin answers #bnha manga #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #mha #midoriya izuku #shigaraki tomura #bnha 412

[bsxcrxts]

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH TECH THOTS TELL ME ALL ABOUT HIM can we delve into the sex pollen thing because I'm ultra curious

I actually had to take an entire day to gather my thoughts bc omg, I feel like he’s kind of a mystery??? but here are a couple of conclusions I’ve reached

minors dni and ages in bios pls

early on, has a hard time figuring out if you actually like him or not, mostly because he's ruminating on the logic of why it doesn't make sense that you would choose him. he knows he likes you, but Does Not enjoy when his brothers make comments about his crush on you. genuinely won't even look at them or respond, which is basically confirmation for him (he doesn't realize this)

reserved, until he isn't. has a tendency to talk in purely scientific terms unless the two of you are in relative privacy. doesn't really like excessive PDA very much but will hold your hand especially in a crowd. Secretly feels a sense of pride if you lean your head on his shoulder

prefers to be communicated with directly so he can't reason his way out of his feelings. once you actually properly confess to him it's like a lever gets flipped in his brain

this man does not half-ass anything. ever. and that extends to his sex life

by that I mean I think he will truly try anything once, even if he doesn't already have an inclination that he'd like it, he'll try it anyway for you, and make some corny comment about the scientific process about it

equally submissive and dominant. a true switch if I've ever seen one

possessive. this post is already so long otherwise I'd elaborate but I fear I’d ramble. someone ask me about it

his primary love language is acts of service but of course it’s his own little spin on it of course. let him fix your datapad, tinker little inventions for you, if you need to go somewhere he’ll walk with you or pilot you there, he just wants to do things for you. His brothers are kinda flabbergasted because getting him to break his concentration for them is crazy difficult but if you ask him 👀

I have to stop there for general thoughts but I have a lot more headcanons but I wanna get into the sex pollen thing so!!

I can honestly see so many possible scenarios omg

let's start with what happens if you're not together and you happen to accidentally get hit with sex pollen on a mission

Tech is probably one of the only ones who knows the full extent of the effects of the pollen, and he's worried about you :( not because he doesn't know the solution (it's obvious to him what has to happen) but because you're clearly in discomfort

kind of floored that you want to fuck him and not just anyone to satiate the pollen. not to get randomly into his psychology on a sex pollen prompt, but I think Tech has a lot of self assurance (maybe even an ego) about certain things he knows he's good at and has other things he fully expects his brothers to be "the obvious choice" for

but he's not going to argue with you about it. maybe quickly verify that you're actually sure but that's all

gets really affectionate with you really quickly under this specific circumstance. normally he'd be a bit more restrained about calling you pet names or whatever but he's trying to reassure you a bit, so if he calls you love or good girl... well...

I would probably be prepared for this to spark a relationship with him after some embarrassment on both your ends. but I don't think he can fuck you for the first time in those circumstances and get over it very easily lol

okay alternatively... I fully believe during the duration of your relationship, he's accidentally fucked up and doused himself with sex pollen or a strong aphrodisiac somehow

he strikes me as a person who collects things "in case" or "to run experiments on later" in general so I can absolutely see him having random things around that are unknown levels of dangerous

and like. whoops. that random powder he picked up three systems ago that he meant to identify got knocked over, and is now all over his bunk

tries to deal with it alone. fails

goes to you kind of sheepishly and describes what happened

as if you wouldn't be happy to help him

at least he knows what the purpose of the powder is now?

after you've fucked it out of his system, he IS devious enough to think about the possibility of distilling it to be wayyy less strong and use it in the bedroom occasionally. for fun instead of necessity lol

#please if you are lurking and have tech thoughts my inbox is open #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech smut #feral thirsty for him in a way that will embarrass me laterrrr #tech ♥️ #tech smut

[morning-sun-brah]

Okay so I've just GOTTA know... how the hell do you write the way you do?? I haven't been able to get sucked into any written work since high school, trauma brain and all. I used to live in books so it's been hell, but your writing got me back into reading, and makes it so I can get lost into that little world again, which I've craved but been able to have for like... so long. Writing is something I've always been into, but I let my fear of failure and need for perfection stop me. Just... do you have any advice for beginners?? It would mean the world to me, but I understand if it's an annoying ask! Thanks for reading no matter what!

Well I am just a mess reading this (in the best way possible).

First of all, thank you so much omfg. And of COURSE it isn't annoying! This is so flattering I'm about to cry my dude.

As far as tips on writing, I feel like I am not the person to ask because I'm just this little weirdo on the internet who likes turtles lol. But!! In an attempt to try and give real advice here is my response... and it got a little wordy so it's all under the break lmaoooo.

~Gin's rambling attempt to give writing advice~

Practice! Literally the only reason I can string coherent words together is because I've been doing this as a hobby for like two whole decades.

Also!! Read! Consuming other fics and books really helps. Sometimes you find a way of saying something that sticks with you. Sometimes you sit and think "I would have done it this way/said it this way." Sometimes you come out on the other end and go "Wow I am a hack that was amazing." Sometimes you finish something and go "Wow that was fucking terrible I'm amazing." Sometimes you read something and it fires off your brain, and you are left itching to write your own story. But however you feel, it's all GOOD FOR WRITING. It helps you grow! It literally helps you find your voice!

Other little things; When I write, I truly immerse myself. I am playing out in cinema format what is happening in the "scene." How is this person reacting? How do they look- down to facial expressions. How are they feeling? Is this something they would say? (would they fucking say that??? is something I think to myself every time I open a doc) And when I write it all down, I try my very best to convey that "scene" that played out in my head. I try to capture that character's voice, their mannerisms, their habits.

Does this even make sense? I sure hope so.

Also, flow. Make sure we're moving right along. Keep track of where hands, legs, and torsos are. If they were sitting when the scene started, and you need them standing to kiss or fight or do a thumb war, at some point you need to make sure you say they stood up. If a hand was on a cheek, it can't suddenly be on an ankle without telling the reader what happened.

I also just think adding little details helps with immersion. When we talk to people, we don't just stand around. We fidget. We pick our nails or scratch our arms or shuffle our feet. All those little details can add to that immersion (or I think so, I'm no expert). "He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck before saying..." - Wow, what an awkward little shit. "They scrunched their nose and gave a near-violent eye-roll" - Oh ok they are annoyed! "She shifted her feet and replied"- cool she's being a person, I shift my feet too, neato.

Anyway, nothing I wrote 20 years ago is as good as it is now. I'm highly convinced that I'll think the same thing in another 10 years, about anything I've published recently. But it is getting better, and it's because I keep at it. Having friends in the fandom and beta readers really helps. Make sure you find someone who you know will be positive but honest. And remember, YOU are always going to be your own worst critic.

God why did anyone ever let me have access to a computer. Why the FUCK is this so long? Does it even make sense? Jfc, I'm going to post it and eat a fucking cookie.

I believe in you anon. Also, I love you and thank you so much for making my whole week. I'm going to be so obnoxious about this shit, everyone expect to hear from my ass an annoying amount (kidding, but seriously I'm so fucking flattered thank you so much. This kind of shit makes me wonder what the fuck you're all reading because I swear I am just a silly gal with seasonal depression who needs a haircut).

((Also, anon, I wish you nothing but the best. Take care of yourself, be kind to yourself, and know that I am sending you like a million hugs))

#anon ask #oh also! #write what you want #like- don't write what you think the fandom wants #write what YOU want to see #What YOU like #You're never going to please everyone #So just please yourself #wait that sounds bad #fuck it #sure please yourself whatever I said what I said

[bfwonu]

[1:05 a.m.]

notes: inspired by @husbandhoshi’s tags under @hotgirlwonwoo’s post. [in the voice of jeonghan] yes i’m crazy…

tags: pining best friends, reader is drunk lol, food mentions throughout

you couldn’t stop looking at him, even if you wanted to.

he’s just so pretty. and you’re also pretty…drunk. you’re pretty drunk. but whether or not you were sober has never changed the fact that vernon chwe is a pretty, pretty man.

…best friends call each other pretty, right? vernon calls you pretty all the time.

your eyebrows involuntarily raise at your own internal ramble, taken aback by your drunken impulse. before your brain can further entertain that…dangerous train of thought, the sound of your name falling from his pretty, pretty lips pulls you out of your trance.

“sorry, i just- what did you want again? your usual?”

“mhm,” you hum distractedly with a nod, your eyes still transfixed on his silhouette against the bright taco bell drive-thru menu. “please.”

he smiles, positively endeared. “you got it.”

vernon turns to tell the very patient (and probably tired) drive-thru worker your order (black bean crunchwrap, 2 cinnabon delights, and a small baja blast) just as the song on his late night driving playlist changes. daniel caesar.

through drought and famine, natural disasters, my baby has been around for me…

you hum again in approval at the sweet bass melody flowing through the speakers of his car, subconsciously swaying to the music when the vehicle stops in front of the drive-thru window.

your baby, without a second thought, equates to vernon in your head. your baby is taking your drunk ass home from some poor excuse of a frat party, although you can’t say you expected much more from pi kappa phi.

your baby is so, very pretty, you think, as he hands you a warm bag of goodness.

“thank you,” you mumble, eyes nearly fluttering shut at the smell of hot tortillas and cinnamon. “send me a venmo request, please.”

vernon lets out an amused chuckle at both the trance the food has put you in, and at your drunk self wanting to pay him a whopping $7 back for some taco bell.

“it’s okay, babe, don’t worry about it,” he assures you, which only sends you into a fit of giggles. he’s your baby, and you’re his babe. “what?”

he’s laughing with you now, not because he’s in on the punchline but because he is just so, so in love with you— he would listen to your twinkling laugh all day if it were up to him.

you finally regain just enough of your composure to deepen the timbre of your voice to mock him, “thanks, babe.”

“oooh, i see how it is-“

“love you, babe…”

he takes pause at that one, laser-focused on the road. you’re stopped at a red light, he really doesn’t need to be focusing that hard (yes he does). your eyes are still on him; you didn’t say it to get a reaction out of him, but you’re pleased with the smile creeping onto his face anyway. the playful roll of his eyes. you love him, you’re sure of it.

if you’ve got someone you like (don’t you love when i come around?), feel something that’s right, somebody just tell somebody…

a dreamy sigh escapes your lips, head rolling slowly to face forward on the headrest. boy, do you ever, and you will. eventually.

a/n (edited): aaaa i hope u enjoyed!!! i went a lil extra crazy and made vernon’s night driving playlist if anyone would like to listen/check it out! <3

#vernon fluff #seventeen fanfic #hansol fluff #this was supposed to be vernon simping for YOU but my brain just started vomiting onto the screen. i’m not even kidding #thanks lily for the brainrot (<3) and hi kaili…im sorry ik we’re not mutuals but if felt wrong not to tag u since it was ur post 😭💓 #song is ‘get you’ by daniel caesar ft kali uchis btw!! excellent song #also yes that is my taco bell order </3 #my stuff

[sunshinesteviee]

oooh for the celebration, how about everywhere, everything with robin? with maybe this line from cross my heart by marianas trench “And I do want to show you/I will run to you to you till I/Can't stand on my own anymore/I cross my heart and hope to die” for soft gf!robin?

this took me fucking forever i'm so sorry ugh. wc: 870. post-season 4, not canon lol, mentions of injuries. fem!reader.

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Being separated from Robin had never been part of your plan. You’d wanted to go with her and Steve, back into the Upside Down, but nobody was listening to you. Someone needed to stay with the kids. You couldn’t exactly argue with that logic, but when all hell broke loose and Hawkins literally split in half, you began to panic. 

The panic didn’t fully set in until you knew Max was being taken care of by doctors, but as soon as she was safe, everything felt like it was coming crashing down around you. A gigantic earthquake and rift through the town couldn’t be a good sign, and your walkie talkie was long gone; you had no way to communicate with your friends. Realistically, staying put in the hospital was your best bet for finding them, but that didn’t stop your leg from bouncing uncontrollably as you sat in the hallway outside of Max’s room.

At first, you didn’t hear it. You were too wrapped up in your thoughts and anxieties to notice that the entire group from the Upside Down was standing down the hallway, all but yelling for help and for more information. Of course, it wasn’t that out of place, given the chaos in the hospital at that moment. 

“He needs help right now!” Dustin was frantic, helping Steve hold a nearly-lifeless Eddie up between them. 

Nancy was doing her best to remain calm, trying to ask a nurse about you or Max, or Lucas and Erica. Robin, however, couldn’t hide the sheer panic in her voice as she asked for you over and over. Her voice saying your name finally broke through to you over all the commotion, and your head snapped up, eyes zeroing in on your friends. 

Without a second thought, you jumped up and out of your seat and began running down the hall, ignoring the disapproving stares as you shouted your girlfriend’s name, “Robin!” 

Relief washed over Robin’s face immediately at the sight of you running towards her. She took off towards you, too, meeting you in the middle of the hallway, nearly knocking the two of you over from the force of colliding with you. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you as close as possible as she breathed your name into your neck, “You’re okay.” 

“Me?” you asked with a breathless laugh, shaking your head as you pulled back just enough to actually see Robin. “You… you’re okay. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Figured the giant hole in the middle of the town was a bad sign, I thought maybe it didn’t go well, and I—“

You’re not one to ramble — that’s usually Robin’s thing — so when you couldn’t seem to stop talking, Robin realized just how worried you’d really been. She softened, hands coming up to cup your cheeks gently, her thumbs brushing out under your eyes to wipe away the tears that had started dripping down your cheeks. All she wanted was to kiss away your tears, but that wasn’t exactly an option in the middle of the busy hospital, so instead, she grabbed you by the elbows and gently pulled you off to the side. 

Once you were out of the middle of the hallway, she rubbed the pad of her thumb across your cheek again, voice soft as she spoke, “Hey. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

You let out a shaky breath, throwing your arms around her neck again to hold her close. It was quiet for a few moments, until you noticed Eddie being whisked away down the hall, surrounded by a million doctors and nurses. Startled, you pulled back to look at your girlfriend. Though you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer, you asked quietly, “What happened, Robin?”

She sighed, a heavy, broken sound, “Eddie decided to play hero. It… it worked, but he was nearly dead by the time we found him. The demobats had attacked him. And we— we were able to stop vecna for now, but w-we almost died, too.” Robin shuddered, tears welling in her eyes as she thought about the vines constricting around her neck. “In the Creel house, the vines got us. Steve and Nance and I were trapped against walls, and the vines were getting tighter and I couldn’t breathe, and— That’s when Eddie unknowingly saved our lives.”

It was your turn to wipe away Robin’s tears as everything began catching up to her. As she processed that she’d nearly died. Curling an arm around her shoulders, you pulled her into you and let her press her face into your neck as she sniffled. She was still talking softly, muffled against your skin, “I just kept thinking we were going to die. I-I was never going to see you again, a-and it terrified me. I just knew I had to get back to you. It was the only thing that kept me going. You were the only thing that kept me going.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart skipping a beat, and you hugged her tighter. Just like she’d done for you, you murmured, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, Robs. We’re safe. I’ve got you, always.” 

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x f!reader #blurbs #robin blurbs #my blurbs #8k celebration

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

WIP Wednesday- Wedding Planner AU

Edit (6/27/23): This is the WIP for the old (and deleted) version of Something Borrowed. The new version will be posted very soon ☺️ I’m keeping this WIP in particular up until further notice

The full Part 3 is coming soon! Here's a sneak peek of Something Borrowed. Also thank you to @themetaluna for helping me figure out how to format a one-sided phone call lol.

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"Wait, so you really know a lot about martial arts? That is so cool!"

"Yeah, I competed in taekwondo until I was almost sixteen years old, I loved it so much."

Sasha was sitting at a small table across from Anetra, in the small community room of the church Anetra's family had attended before she was born. The church was a few miles outside of Las Vegas, sitting on a few acres of private church property. Sasha flew out to Las Vegas for a couple days to see the wedding venue and find local vendors for the ceremony. It was also a good excuse for Sasha to spend time with Anetra, but that's beside the point.

Sasha and Anetra have been trying wedding cake samples from a local baker that Sasha met at a wedding expo a year ago. She could have sworn that the owner of Poppy's Bakery told her that she plans to close the business soon, but the store was up and running that morning when Sasha picked up the samples. Anetra showed Sasha around the church and introduced her to the leader of the church as well, who would be officiating the wedding. Sasha usually wouldn't spend a whole afternoon of cake sampling and touring a church for a client, but since the wedding was in three short weeks, but they were all in a time crunch.

"So why did you stop competing? You must have been really talented in taekwondo." Sasha felt so invested in learning more about Anetra's life, especially since it was just the two of them that day.

"Well, my mom said that it wasn't really a lady-like activity for me and-" Anetra was cut off by her cell phone ringing, and looked at who the caller was. Sasha noticed that Anetra's eyes slightly fell once she read the contact's name, "Oh, it's my fiancee, excuse me while I take this," Anetra answered the call and got out of her chair to step into the hallway. Sasha nodded and slipped out her own phone, sending a quick text message to Malaysia to ask how the CCC was doing while she was out of town. She tried to not eavesdrop on Anetra's phone call, but since the church was so empty in the middle of the week, it was really hard not to, especially since it caught her attention. Sasha listened to Anetra's voice in the hallway, with pauses in between for her fiance to speak.

"-said that we only needed to do it that once...Yes, I do want to be a good wife for you, but-... Yes, I know that, but I'm with Sasha right now at the church...Our wedding planner, Sasha?... Okay, but what if your wife comes home early?"

Sasha heard a long pause from Anetra, almost thinking that the phone call ended until her voice was heard again, but this time lowered. "It's not going to hurt again this time, right?... Okay, I'll tell my mom I'm babysitting or something. I'll be over later, do you want me to come in through the backyard again? Okay, love you too, bye."

Sasha quickly busied herself with pretend-scrolling through Instagram when Anetra came back in the room. She watched Anetra from above her phone screen as she stood behind the chair she was once sitting in before the phone call. Sasha slipped her phone back into her purse as Anetra began to speak in a slightly nervous tone, "Um, I think I've tried enough of the cakes for today. My fiancee wanted me to go over to his house to help him with, uh, the church fundraiser. With his first wife, obviously." Anetra rambled on, avoiding eye contact and tapping her fingers on the back of the chair.

Sasha stood up from her seat and took a step towards Anetra. "Are you sure? You haven't even picked a favorite flavor." She tilted her head as she pointed out the obvious, but also trying not to scare the bride off so quick.

"Oh, um, I like the lemon cake with the raspberry filling. I think that one would be good for the wedding." Anetra helped closed the lid of the box with the remainder of the samples and quickly cleared off the table of the disposable plates and forks.

Sasha watched her buzz around the room before she stepped over to Anetra by the trash can. "Okay, if you say so. How about we walk together to the parking lot? I can give you a ride in my rental car if you want." Sasha offered and reached out to put a gentle hand on Anetra's forearm. She felt tense under Sasha's touch, as she glanced to where her hand lay.

"Actually, wait. There's somewhere I want to show you first." Anetra moved Sasha's hand from her arm and began to leave the room and into the empty hallway. "It's my favorite part of the church, but I need to make a quick detour first."

#wedding planner au #sashnetra #rpdr s15 #my fics

[rowanwithaz]

How I think the DKBK\BKDK confession will go.

Okay,I have a feeling DKBK\BKDK will be cannon. Especially since the drop of chp393 (Yeah,I'm writing this right after the Himiko and Ochaco arc thing,probably won't post it in till I'm home from vacation then I'll post a ton of stuff) I think that Ochaco is not confessing her love for Izuku but her envy. And I've seen a lot of proof to that theory,but that's not going to be a big part,so here,read this,by Dekuchan,they go over a lot of what Ochaco's feelings and why they might be jealousy\Envy. I don't think that's all in this post but you might get more of an idea what I mean.

Anyway,now,I think DKBK is going to be cannon,and I wanted to talk about a couple ways Bakugo might confess his romantic feelings for Deku.

Number One: Love on the battlefield

I think when (''if'') Bakugo confesses,it might be on the battle field,let me explain. Deku is braking himself trying to defeat a sAFO and the reason is OFA is going against him,because his heart is in a battle of it's own. And that battle is with Deku. He doesn't want to have feelings for Kacchan because he thinks there not reciprocated (and boy is he wrong) And Bakugo has "died" knowing he's Deku's most special person because sAFO said so. And because of these feelings he has for Deku he's able to go to the OFA realm ,and he speaks to All Might. And All Might will hopefully tell this boy to get his and Deku's asses out of the closest and win the damn day. But. There is one issue; unless OFA heals Bakugo I don't believe he'll be able to speak to Deku because he's too hurt. But I mean,Ochaco got impaled and she can speak just fine,so I guess Bakugo once he's sown up enough can confess just fine. And,I kinda hope the confession is worded like this:

"Izuku! Hey,what did I say about not doing this alone,*cough* asshole." Then Izuku's shocked to see him walking or whatever then Bakugo speaks again.

" Look,I might be shit with words,but...when I apologized,that's not all you wanted to hear,was it? You wanted.no..needed..somethin' else...right? " Then he starts aggressively hacking due to his wounds. Then Izuku is still fighting sAFO and he's pretty emotional after seeing Katsuki okay,so he starts crying or whatever. I donnu you fill in the blanks.

But long thing short:Katsuki confesses to Izuku in the midst of the battle.

Number Two: Third Year Gay Panic™

I kinda find the first one the most accurate,(And when I say "actuate" I mean senior not the shit I wrote lol)

But, there is another reasonable one,and that's if the manga goes on any longer that they can finish U.A as third years,and in that time after the war,Katsuki can't get the thought that

"I would have died happy because I knew he...felt the same."

Out of his head. ..And like the gay ass thoughts won't stop. Like,was Izuku always this cute,and not just cute straight up HOT,and then he realizes not just that he has had romantic feelings for Izuku for a little while,but,he doesn't mind Izuku's physical appearance as revolting...And like he never has. So he ends up confessing some where in the third year,but that doesn't feel that accurate,so I think the battle field one so far is the most accurate.

Number Three: Izuku confesses

After the war,Izuku and the rest of the surviving class of 1A are at the hospital,and after a couple of days of Katsuki being a comatose he wakes up,and by his bed is a sleeping Izuku and Katsuki wakes him up,and Izuku is overflowing with emotion and might accidentally confess his love for Katsuki,and I think it'd be funny if Izuku was just like rambling,and in the middle of his ramble said something like this:

"And then I saw you,all laying on the ground it broke my heart to see the person I love most like that"

And Izuku doesn't even realize he confessed and Katsuki is just like.

"Yep. Love you too,nerd" and is super casual cause sAFO kinda confirmed that. But this one is not as inaccurate as the second one in my opinion.

And lastly,

Number Four: Ochaco gets makes these boys less stupid.

This one is the funniest idea I've had,like after her talk with Himiko she tells Katsuki he'd better confess and the boy goes and does it because funny. This one is the least accurate it's more of a funny thing then an actual perdition but I think the First one is the most accurate.

I mean somebody needs to tell these boys that they're being gay and stupid for each other,and Ochaco fills that place,(and I know a ton of people like Mina being the one to get people together but,she's a little too hetero normative for DKBK lol) But,I kinda want the hospital one for some odd reason,but I think the most fitting for the story and their relationship is the Gay Battlefield™.

So,yeah,just some of my ideas,and I want to write the first date for them...So I might post that here???? I dunno just feel like writing a fan fic for the first DKBK date,and don't know where a good place would be so here is fine.How do people end a post? I feel like mine have had a abrupt ending to them. So,

Catsmoresplusbi; Over and out.

(But you can call me Tim)

#Bakugo Katsuki #Midoryia Izuku #DKBK #BKDK #Everything after the first one was me screwing around #Greenade is the best ship name for them #DKBK are gay idiots #I am getting better at tagging #Deku is queer #Bakugo is queer

[blingyu]

Why I Think the theme of Stranger Things Supports Byler Endgame

Ok... this will be hella rambly (all my posts on here are just rants tbh lol)

But I think the themes and messages of this show STRONGLY support Byler endgame over anything else to be honest.

The first thing I want to make abundantly clear: STRANGER THINGS IS NOT AN 80s NOSTALGIA BAIT. It drives me insane for so many reasons when people say this.

For one: Stranger Things is not just looking at the 80s from an idealistic pov. Stranger Things to me critiques the era more than anything. Sure, we do have our fun 80s moments like malls and riding you bikes with your friends, and all the retro tech. But it's so much more than that. When you watch the show just for the vibes~ you miss the context.

The party is comprised of people who're disabled, black, and gay living in a small town in Indiana. They're not just seen as weird because they're nerdy to other kids, they're seen as weird because they are inherently different than what society deems as acceptable. All these aspects are something they can't and shouldn't need to fix. Also in S1 the idea of the loveless relationship between the Wheeler's was right in your face.

Jonathan critiqued the idea of Nancy ending up like her parents. Something comfortable, maybe- but not passionate or romantic. The man gets a nice job, they get married, get a house, have babies, the mother is the caretaker. The nuclear family. The Wheeler's are the embodiment of doing everything "right" by the 80s standards, but the show has not shown that as a positive thing; it's quite literally the opposite. It's depressing.

Idk to me I disliked the idea of Mike and El ending up together long before I liked Byler, not because I disliked El (anyone who hates on her can choke) but because I couldn't see how that could be her ending. When people who ship them say they want it to end with them getting married or having kids idk... I just don't see how that fits with the story the show has always been trying to tell.

That it's okay to be different. Different from whatever bullshit thing society has to say, and how in Stranger Things society is in the form of 1980's Hawkins Indiana, a place where they're God-fearing, and if you stray from being just like them you're bad.

I think all the characters fit that in some way or another. Except... Mike? Well, for those who say he's straight, anyways.

And with El, seeing her with Max in S3 was like a breath of fresh air, seeing the positive feminine influence and Max wanting El to stop thinking of others, think what she wants.

Some people don't like a possible El independence arc, because she does deserve love. I get that angle, but idk to me her ending up on her own isn't sad. I think it's sad that a woman ending up without a romantic interest is even seen as sad. Why?

In the 80s and even now the idea of a woman NEEDING a man was the expectation. If you were happily alone that was seen as wrong. You should want babies, and a husband, and you should want to be a housewife/stay at home mother. Honestly, it was terrible.

So: We don't want Mike to end up like his father (the scene in S4 when El leaves the table paralleling S1 with Karen) and we don't want El to think she needs to be in a relationship to feel happy and loved and content w life.

Then honestly I think the way they've set that up makes a Mike and El breakup super likely.

And with Will's feelings towards Mike confirmed, Stranger Things wrapping up to be a gay love story is incredibly fitting with the themes of being different and turning the 1980s film and television tropes on its head

#byler #this got rambly #and long #stranger things isn't just 80s nostalgia #it's a lot more

[squishablesunbeam]

I know I've mentioned it before but I really love the sort of subversion of expectations in Quinn and Collins' bedroom dynamic! You meet them even post-canon and you think oh, Collins is a top and Quinn's a bottom for sure. But they threw us a fun little curveball where actually the opposite is entirely true, but I also find it working so well! Admittedly I just also love something about a big gruff man submitting and being under his boyf lol. But seriously I think it speaks to the depths of their characters that one thing was assumed but the other still makes sense almost immediately. It makes them feel very human, with quirks and nuances all their own.

I also really loved the ask you answered about Quinn getting comfortable with being touched while nude again! I'm always so soft for the idea of character A being wary of touch and character B helping them see it's not so bad starting with tiny gentle things like holding hands or brushing their hair back or whatnot. And I can see it so easily with Quinn and Collins! The way Collins is so patient, and is probably even more wary to move on than Quinn because he just wants to make absolutely certain they're not rushing and he won't freak Quinn out. And just all the gentle little touches and everything that will open up for them! It's so cute!

🥰🥰🥰🥰

There's just so many nice things you put in one ask!!! This put a smile on my face all damn day!

I must be in a mood because I just waxed on forever with this ask! Sorry for rambling but I'm posting it anyway lol

I remember when I first realized their dynamic in the bedroom and I was so pleasantly surprised! But it made so much sense! Collins not only gets to be so soft and sweet and just melt in Quinn's hands, but he also gets the chance to experience being treated so incredibly tenderly. He gets to be taken care of, and there are so many times where he starts to think he doesn't deserve that kind of love and Quinn gets to pull him right back. He gets to look Collins in the eyes and make him believe that he's worthy of all that Quinn has to offer.

If anything, it's because Collins has so much faith in Quinn. It blows his mind and can cause him so much distress at times, but Quinn chose Collins. If Quinn believes that Collins is worthy of his love, Collins simply has to trust him in that.

So it really helps to build up his self worth and drops so many of the walls he's built because he never thought someone would be able to love him in the way he truly wants to be loved.

So giving his everything for Quinn comes as easy to Collins as breathing at this point! He's so over the moon for that man!

And Quinn gets this beautiful chance to not only regain his control but he gets to rewrite his own story in a sense. He gets to guide Collins' hands and body and he gets to really pay attention to what his own body is telling him. He doesn't have to just be so overwhelmed with sensation and so overcome that he barely remembers the experience. (that's speaking more about his consensual partners in the past).

Now, he savors every single moment with Collins. He builds all the sensations slowly and pulls back when he needs to and shifts position when it's too much and he gets to be with a man that really listens. Collins follows Quinn's movements so smoothly and immediately. He's so damn attuned to Quinn, the most subtle gesture or sound or motion, and Collins is listening and complying and offering whatever it is Quinn is asking for and it just makes Quinn feel so impossibly safe.

Quinn never has to ask twice to be heard. He never has to be firm in his boundaries or repeat a request to slow down or stop all together. And he never has to worry about Collins resenting him for stopping in the middle of sex, or before it even begins.

To Collins, the sex is secondary. It's Quinn he's experiencing. Just being with him, breathing the same air, that's all he needs.

And oftentimes, it's all one or the other can give in the moment, and that's okay.

And eventually, given time, Quinn will be able to place some of that control back into Collins' hands, and then they'll have a whole new chapter to explore!

#I love them okay #ignore my rambles #anon asks #thank you so much! #consensual sex talk

[thecloudstan]

(Prt. 6) Came back after a few hours and saw your post. Enjoy your weed. XD I hope it's okay if I continue my ramblings (kinda forgot where I left off). Anyhow, one of the things that also really struck me about AC was showcasing the similarities and differences between Rufus and Cloud. They're strong, intelligent, and proud men that went through a lot after Meteorfall with geostigma and suffered a lot because of it. Rufus regrets his past actions and is always looking towards the future by AC.

In contrast, Cloud is stuck in the past and suffering from depression, unable to move forward due to his regrets. While Rufus is determined to stay alive while throwing off Kadaj in AC, Cloud has resigned himself to death. It takes a combination of Aerith, Tifa, Marlene, and even Vincent to finally push him forward to take action after avoiding everyone for so long. Cloud's and Rufus's respective struggles in AC are foils to each other, while serving as the biggest obstacles to Kadaj.

As mentioned before, I thought it interesting to be that in AC, Rufus was the person Cloud used as an excuse to run from his issues that led me thinking about their dynamic and characterizations. It made realize (and later confirmed in the Ultimania Omega) that at the end of the day, Rufus and Cloud never truly hated each other, even back in the OG. Sure, Rufus was a total cliché villain in the OG, but it had more to due with differing goals and philosophies that Rufus did grew out of.

I think I'd mentioned this briefly in one of my previous posts, but I really like that Rufus can understand Cloud enough to try and draw him into a partnership with honeyed words, which almost worked if not for Reno's mouth (lol), and Cloud knows Rufus enough that he isn't telling him the whole truth and calls him out on it. Honestly, their blunt interactions were so REFRESHING to see because they can say what's on their minds without tiptoeing around each other in AC.

And it's precisely because of that bluntness between them, as well as their similarities/differences, is what I think Rufus and Cloud would actually make a good couple. I know it'll never happen and it's just an overall opinion, but I don't think what Cloud needs people is always coddling him and not being able to speak their minds until something bad happens. Same thing with Rufus because he doesn't need a yes-men enabling his bad decisions/habits.

I'll end it here because it's past midnight in my timezone, but here have two strong, prideful men who hide their insecurities and loneliness though stoicism and going through severe inferiority-superiority complexes through the FFVII titles. It's a dynamic that works because they see each other as equals and worthy opponents and good allies. I strongly believe they complement each other as a result all of that and can find solace and a tender intimacy if they overcome their issues.

My response under the cut:

Yes yes yes, exactly this stuff. The distinct scene between Cloud and Vincent, specifically, about Vincent having never tried to forgive himself...I'm sure Cloud has this moment where he feels he's looking into his future if he doesn't shape up. It really is this whole story about how everyone around him is acting, and he's frightened into paralysis again. It's understandable, because Remake/Rebirth Cloud aside...he's fucking terrified of himself in the original. He did some horrible things (because of the Jenova/Seph influence), and then failed to do some very heroic things (by his own definition, at least). But the reality had to strike him, eventually, that...even fucking Shinra is trying to figure out what Geostigma is and how to stop it. Like...this is the new world. The Planet hasn't rejected them, it's just still getting FUCKED by Jenova. It was interesting and, ultimately, necessary character development for the Turks and Shinra Co. to evolve. It would make Rufus seem kind of like a short-sighted moron if the world practically ended because of the empire his father built, and then...he just repeats the same actions??? Nah. It wouldn't make sense and it would make them all really flat, I think. They would kinda cease to be characters and remain plot devices for Cloud's story. Which they definitely aren't!!

I don't want to give Cloud's friends too much shit. They have the very difficult task of getting that boy off his ass and out of his head. They're constantly relying on him, pushing him to Do Stuff, and I can see from his perspective how that would just be so crushing and anxiety inducing at times. Which honestly makes it that much more tantalizing that Rufus lured him in the way he did...with sugary speech and a yes/no proposition (as opposed to a guilt-trip, lbr).

I think in Cloud's case it's a lot more complex than simple coddling, but I know what you mean. I think Shinra Sr. had more of a 'yes-men' problem than Rufus, at least inasmuch his people never even TRIED to stop him from doing LITERALLY everything he wanted. I suspect the Turks could speak to Rufus more plainly than any of Shinra Sr.'s lackeys could speak to him (hence the dressing down Rufus gives them about dropping the plate in Rebirth). Or, maybe the Turks would just complain to Tseng and make Tseng go talk to Rufus XD idk.

At any rate, I do mostly agree with you, I just can never go so far as to say who would be the 'best' for one another (I really do think all characters have different interesting dynamics to bring to the table and I love too many different ships). But I respect your analysis and I ship tf out of them so I wouldn't be anything other than tickled by them being together in some capacity. I'd love for my poor country boy to have a wealthy bf who can pay off his student loans (wait...)

And I'm really happy you felt this was a safe space to share all this because fandom really needs that! I'm flattered. I hope people continue to feel that way. I'll be honest about my feelings but I'm never here to judge anyone. 💞

#stanswers #Anonymous #ff7 #ff7r #ff7 rebirth #ff7 rebirth spoilers #ff7r spoilers #final fantasy 7 rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth spoilers #final fantasy vii rebirth spoilers #rufus shinra #cloud strife #ruclo #strifra #rukura

[rainofthetwilight]

"I love her your honor I could ramble nonstop about this girl for days lmao" (<- from ur post abt hoor)

may i request some more rambles about her? :3 it can be literally anything abt her u want, idrc :)

ohhhh casey you don't know what train of thought you just started rn lmao

I hope you enjoy my long rambling abt my blorbo <33

okay, so, she's ambidextrous but has a prefrence for her right hand! she does most things with it, and barely uses her left hand sometimes.

her birthday is on 15th april! I'd say she's around her early-mid twenties in DR, not sure about her and bahr's age yet

compared to bahr, her arabic accent isn't that strong when she speaks ninjargon, meanwhile his accent is strong strong compared to hers

she and bahr lived in the same villiage (which was also the same villiage cole lived in), and they'd spend probably the entire day playing together outside ,but everything got gloomier when he left, which made hoor the saddest she'd ever been, she didn't know where he went either so it was even harder to process

hoor is also a fashion obsesser, and posts alot of her own outfits online and is pretty popular for it! she has alot of hijabs, some she doesn't even use, but she keeps them 'just incase' lol. she really likes styling them in different ways, and each outfit can sometimes get different styles, she gets reallyyy picky when picking colours tho

when she gets bored, she likes to embroider (which she is not quite good at yet) and likes to write!

other than being popular for her outfits, she's actually a journalist too! she has a love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with her studio, the only thing making her job fun being some of her coworkers at that point, but she doesn't hate the job itself at all

she's an absolute sucker for pasta, no matter what kind, she'll eat right away like she hasn't eaten in days 😭 she wishes to one day make some on her own, but with her awful cooking skills she'd probably burn the whole kitchen, she'd just head straight to her mother if she doesn't wanna eat from a restuarant

speaking of that, she lives in an apartment flat that's not so far from her mother's, but close enough so they could be able to visit and see eachother, and to also make sure the other's okay when there's danger. when she first moved in her own apartment, hoor would sometimes stay with her mother for a few days because she didn't like how lonely she felt, she preferred staying with someone than staying alone, so it took a while to get used to (fun fact: hoor's mother's name is tamara :D). hoor also doesn't own a car, but she doesn't see why she should because everything she needs is close to her in the street she lives at (except her studio, which is like, an hour away)

hoor loves to get nicknamed, and her mother knows that well, she calls her "hooriyati" (my freedom), "roh qalby" (soul of my heart), "qalby" (my heart) and every adorable nickname you could think of, bahr would also call her "hoora" or "ruru" as kids, and he still calls her ruru now sometimes

her father, mekawy, had died a few months before her birth, so she didn't know anything about her father other than his pictures and his handwritten notes (some of them being sappy letters that were meant for her mom), she knew he was a good man from the stories her mom would tell her

also, forgot to mention she's another fan of the ninja, and is actually mutuals with cole on chirper! she had the heart attack of her life when he followed her back, it's her biggest flex lmao (she and cole would also speak arabic to eachother in threads and no one would understand what they're saying [and yes, I hc cole as arab, it's real trust me on that 👍])

I think I should stop before this post gets too long lmao 😭 tysm for letting me ramble about my blorbo I love her <333

#bahr next maybe 👀 👀 #ninjago #ninjago oc #oc: hoor mekawy #levi's asks #ty for the ask! #casey tag #levi's ted talks

[rust-bearer]

Your posts involving Ambulon have got me thinking, and I propose another slightly bittersweet sort of zombie au:

So, as much as I’m open to just about anything happening (it’s the zombie apocalypse, I’m guessing even some of the strongest and most self-sufficient people in the world probably end up getting infected just because of small mistakes or overlooks or empathy), I want to believe SO BADLY that Ambulon is probably out there somewhere, way off the radar, either working on figuring out how to reverse the effects or just stop it altogether.

First Aid definitely strikes me as the pediatrician sort of doctor. Ambulon, on the other hand, makes me think of someone who’s been drawn to the immunologyor maybe a virology. Probably works/has worked with Pharma in the past. I don’t know how they would have met and bonded if this were the case though. You could say that maybe Ambulon was sort of First Aid’s backup or support through medical school, maybe a mentor. Or all of those, who knows. Either way, they’re very close and First Aid was probably gutted when he lost contact with Ambulon during the first couple of weeks of the “end of the world.”

Ambulon kind of strikes me as someone who’s very, very self-sufficient. Probably doesn’t have close family ties, probably lives alone, probably owns some property off the grid somewhere. When shit hit the fan, it sucked, yeah, but I think he’s probably a little less sensitive to the dying or to-be-dead than First Aid. Don’t get me wrong, he makes an excellent doctor, but I do believe it would’ve been easier for him to pack up and head out when he realized things were becoming irreversible than it would’ve been for First Aid.

ANYWAY, enough backstory lol. I feel like as much as he tries to hide it, First Aid is a pretty open book. He’s very compassionate, very tender, but like… also an easy target. Thankfully, though, Ambulon isn’t out for blood! This just makes it easier to figure out where First Aid is heading and where he’s currently staying—that is, once Ambulon needs to get more supplies and deems it “safe” to head back out into the world.

Gonna try to sum this up in one more paragraph but cue a knock at the Combaticon’s farmhouse one day, everyone’s like “hey what the fuck” because zombies can’t knock, right..? And if it were a survivor looking to ransack their house, they would’ve just come bursting through the door with weapons raised. While Onslaught runs a quick human inventory to make sure no one slipped out of the house when he wasn’t watching, First Aid decides hey, he’s gonna go check it out. It’s been, like… two minutes now, the person is knocking harder, and the entire Combaticon family, despite their reputation, is adamant that NO ONE opens the door. Just imagine First Aid’s shock when he opens up the door to find none other than Ambulon standing there, desperately trying to keep his expression stern and stoic to mask the joy and relief he feels at seeing First Aid standing there, unharmed, still okay, still ALIVE. First Aid is in utter shock, and so are the rest of the farmhouse’s inhabitants. It takes a good thirty seconds or so until Ambulon clears his throat and is like “well? You gonna let me in or what?”

Would go on but that’s already a big ramble as it is. But yeah, just a weekly zombie au ask to give your brain something to consider.

It deleted my response AUGH. Okay. ANYWAY.

I think Ambulon could survive because it’s interesting. Could be fun. Really the secret with all writing is you choose who lives and dies based off any number off seemingly arbitrary reasons. So you could have Ambulon alive, or dead; he could have died early on, he could mimic the storyline of the comics and survive then die to some betrayal, he could end up being a sole survivor.

I do Headcanon Ambulon as an immunologist; I can see him having a weak immune system because of some illnesses, so he likes working in the field itself. They probably went to school together and are still friends, maybe they still go out to lunch together; could even work in the same hospital. Endless possibilities.

Really, like any AU, I like seeing people take their favorite character and play around with them- say, Rewind for instance. How would he survive a zombie apocalypse? Would someone have more fun writing him as a survivor in a group, or alone, or dead early on and haunting the narrative. So YEA Ambulon being alive is definitely a fun idea for me. Schrodingers Ambulon.

#hungry tag #zombie au

[tiredassmage]

can we hear more about in dreams, hopes to die... 👉👈 those lines are so tasty..

CHOMPING AT THE BIT, AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!!!

Would you believe me if I reveal that this snippet is from the same piece? It's obviously an overall not very good time kind of piece, so I felt a tiny bit bad about it for once and decided to throw Tyr a bone. Valkorian and Tyr's own conga line of bad times couldn't be the only thing in five years worth of dreams, I figured, lol.

Also, that very scene is where the banger In the dark, it’s easier to hide and easier to tell the truth came from, lol.

Don't get too excited though because that's... very short. And also it's mentally set to Eyelids by PVRIS, so uh. It still punches me in the face.

Eventually I'll hopefully throw him another bone and give him and Theron's time on Rishi or Yavin IV a little pass because I'd like to think Theron's at least a little right and something came up. And stars know Tyr needs a fuckin' break, good gods almighty anlkfdnafldsf. Says she who continues to put that man in Situation after Situation after Situa-

And it was very hard to stop at just the first line for that initial post because the three lines that follow it are the meat and potatoes of what is currently the opening sequence of what I hope will eventually be a coherent fic. Or at least kinda coherent. It's still a very nebulous piece and I kinda like that, so I might not really do much more setup because it seems fitting that there wouldn't be a lot of setup and transition in something like the carbonite dreams era.

And, perhaps unsurprisingly given the nature of the setup of that chapter, but a lot of these scenes flirt with the concept of death. Tyr's dangerous dedication to "finishing the job" isn't anything new to those of us who have been here a while, lol, but this is a good character study piece if you're newer to my favorite blorbo, though it's an undeniably heavy one and obviously a bit fucky and nebulous by nature.

Also, fair warning, yes I'm giving you lines, but also I am going to give you a ramble and a half about Tyr lore because this is the piece I'm stuffing some juicy tick-tock workings into because I realized it was good for that and I love my boy so much, he's so fucked up. I love him though.

Anyway, I teased, so the next three lines of that scene, as foretold beneath the cut:

At first, it’s a firing squad. Mud cakes their boots and the rain pelts heavy on worn, drawn faces.

Tyr pushes to his feet unsteadily. A flash of lighting breaks overhead, glancing off of leveled blasters and hollowed eyes.

It will end as it should: without a soul remembering his name. He’d prefer it that way.

Okay, so... this is also not necessarily a piece I intended to write, but I realized there is... almost no better place to do a deep dive into some of the things that tick inside of Tyr that maybe aren't best portrayed in dialogue alone. This also wasn't meant to be in present tense, but it didn't feel right in past, so I ended up caving and that's... been a theme of the week, I guess, lol.

This is also like. I always chuckle a bit in that scene from Visions in the Dark later where Valkorian threatens you to meet his challenge and grow stronger or die alone and unremembered because wouldn't that just be ideal for a former Cipher. Wasn't that how the story was supposed to end? He didn't ask for your bullshit, grandpa.

There's currently two other scenes I have - they're all relatively short as I try to keep with that sort of drifting feeling. But the other one that might [Large Eyes Emoji] be of... relevant interest...

What’s been done has already been done. It doesn’t matter what it was. Maybe it won’t matter to anyone else.

Because it’s going to end here and now. Such were the decrees of the Sith - of the Empire.

Absolutes.

It matters to him that he tried. This is one of the kinder ways this could go - quietly, without the fanfare of blood on his teeth and a fire in his eyes.

“For what it’s worth, sir?” Nine exhales long and slow as he closes his eyes. “I’ve always admired you… You did your best.”

Finally.

No.

More.

Running.

“But I’m not going back.” The old man’s one of the few he could ever hope to ask this final favor. “Finish this - what we started.”

The Minister of Intelligence pulls the trigger.

It’s over before Tyr feels the ground beneath him.

Also topical given the "are others concerned about their sleep schedule" tag post reblogged earlier today, lol, and the idea of chronic nightmares. That Tyr and I haven't talked about. To each other. Or the world. Possibly not with the people he cares about, either. I'm sure Theron knows nebulously that he can have some troubled sleep - you don't share a bed with someone and not notice how consistently they have trouble falling or staying asleep.

But I think the fuckiest part of the whole Castellan Restraints period for Tyr is how he doesn't want to let the old man down. The Minister is more a father figure in Tyr's eyes than his own father, quite honestly [Tyr has a... kind of non-existant relationship with his entire family, unfortunately - and it's not because he went into Intelligence], and there's absolutely a part of that dynamic that is mentor and protégé.

And it's important to me that he sees this scenario with the Minister and not Shara - at least in Chapter Two, where it first haunts his nightmares with some consistency. Because I made a conscious choice in Shara knowing as Keeper about his Restraints - not because that ever comes up in-game, but because it adds something very crunchy to their already doomed narrative. And the background to that decision is that I decided it's... the kind of silent acknowledgement that the Minister can afford to give of their more intimate relationship. It's damage control, mitigation. With a heavy heart I imagine he tells her this in private, off the record, because Nine was her Cipher. And both of them still hold him in high regard.

Nine's given a possibly unusually loose leash to pursue the SIS investigation because of the Minister and Keeper's word; Watcher Three mentions this in broad strokes when he questions you about the blackout in records.

Anyway, the point to me mentioning this is actually that Tyr makes a very conscious effort to not think about this in the midst of the Restraints causing problems. He's reluctant enough to cede that he should hold the Minister responsible for this gross violation of his privacy and trust, but he's even more reluctant to give that the woman he loves has any knowledge or hand in the process - unwittingly or, especially, wittingly. Ultimately, he stubbornly doesn't hold them responsible. It hurts less to place the blame elsewhere. And he never loses the inescapable nostalgic kick to go home in the sense of the old paradigm - him and Keeper and the Minister.

He gave them everything.

And there's something in here about his regret at not being able to say all of this respect in better words or more directly. There's that acknowledgement that there's one person he trusts to understand why this was his breaking point. And, ultimately, there's the acceptance of the likelihood that none of this is going to end well, that he's living on borrowed time stolen from fate or destiny, or hell, maybe the Force. Tyr doesn't give a whole lot to whatever higher powers might be out there - relying on them hasn't ever saved him and he doesn't expect it to.

It makes it very interesting to watch him knowingly and willingly lie about the Black Codex after he lets Ardun walk with it and promises to double for the SIS. In a way, he's committing the greatest failure and throwing away everything the Minister has fought so hard with him to maintain and keep, especially when both of them have spoken of ideals instead of goals, etc. But it's necessary. It's what's best for Tyr, mentally, at that point. And even one of the figures he loves and respects the most can't override that desperate intrinsic need to fight for himself. The old man is, after all, one of the largest advocates of it throughout his career as Nine.

And, I suppose speaking of the nostalgia for Intelligence, my favorite set of lines from the final scene so far:

She’s sobbing against his shoulder. Dust and blood stain an almost unfamiliar uniform - he hasn’t worn uniform on Dromund Kaas in months, maybe years…

Everything’s been such a blur since Intelligence was disbanded…

so YEAH. I uh. I have a lot of feelings and this is where I'm sniffling and sobbing and word vomiting them into one doc but in story format, I suppose, lol.

Also completely unrelated to this particular fic but I am. Still thinking so intently about Eight x Tyr thoughts. They're now living rent free in my head and all of this.... absolute devotion stuff... hrhrhghghghghghghghrhhg. Brain vibrates because this is obviously all related to it because of the few people who could ever possibly understand any part of this series of events and feelings, it'd be another Cipher.

Tyr really does mourn Intelligence like... ghhghg. I'm unwell about it. He gave everything to it and its success. He doesn't regret it. The SIS investigation and the following fall of Imperial Intelligence were some of the worst fucking years of his life and it's destroyed him, really. He's living in and with the ruins like a bombed out city. It destroyed his everything and he'd almost gladly let it finish the job and destroy him to finally get his retribution. And he'd just as gladly let love destroy it all and rebuild it from the rubble when he has the right person beside him. Something something doesn't realize that he doesn't want or need to continue that destruction, he just needs fucking... idk validation or something. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. And then they can work on what "okay" looks like in the aftermath. He needs to be just as responsible for someone else's "okay" to even begin figuring out what the hell it looks like for him. hOUgh anyway.

I'm fucking normal about Cipher Nine, obviously. Thanks for comin' to my TED Talk.

#answered #ch: tyr #wip ask meme #in a way lel #my poor fucking BELOVED glowstick man... #also: just. when he HAS the right people with him how fucking. like yea yea devotion that corrupts #he'd still go to the ends of the fuckin GALAXY bro but also #it's so much easier to realize. oh. maybe we'd like to live. maybe we'd like to do that together. what's that look like #happy half a month early fool's i'm never normal about tyr #crunchy cat scream react jpeg y'know #tyr needs to be told to stop. to gently but forcibly be stopped. then he might be okay. #it might start there #i'm gonna fuckin write about that too just you wait until i have free time and a solid concept that consumes my entire soul again #gripping the edge of the sink #agent on agent romance call that a healing cycle #i'm.. s- no no i was gonna say i'm sorry i'm like this but no #i love him so much ur honor this is the love ur blorbo website #oh and obligatory bitching about ask editor style yada yada stop throwing the indent weird how do i style fic readibly in ask replies hghgh

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bring-a-furry-friend day.

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event | stuffies for all

summary | of course mary would wait until the night-before to tell frank she needs a stuffed animal to bring to school for bring-a-furry-friend day. of course she would.

pairing | frank adler & mary adler

warnings | my first time ever writing canon-ish for gifted, frank is a grump but we love him, me struggling to write mary’s intelligence, mary being deadpan and unbothered, mentions of surgery on a stuffed animal lol

word count | 1,020

“I’m really sorry, Frank,” Mary says for probably the tenth time as she kicks the toe of her mary-jane against the metal bar of the shopping cart as she rides along backwards-facing, frowning at the permanent look of displeasure splayed across her uncle’s face as he pushes her through the aisles of the supermarket. “I didn’t know Roberta’d be gone tonight- I was planning on getting her to take me. And we needed groceries anyway,” the kid points out.

“I was gonna go get them tomorrow; you know, at a more reasonable hour,” Frank rationalizes as he glances up to read the over-head signs, looking for wherever the hell all the kid’s stuff might be.

“Why’d we come to this place, anyway?” Mary asks, scrunching up her face at the unfamiliar surroundings. “I like our normal store better.”

“Because our 'normal store’ is closed,” Frank informs her as the pair make their way to the colorful displays of toys and clothes, all the bright lights and cheery sounds making the man a little sick to his stomach. Though if he’s being quite honest, he’s probably putting up a grumpy front just for show at this point more than anything else. If the worst Mary can do is ask to be taken to the store the night before she needs something for school, he figures he’s probably gotten off easy in the parenting department. “You see anything you like?” he asks as he slows the cart to a stop in front of a large display of stuffed animals.

“You were gonna go tomorrow, without me?” Mary frowns again, a hint of hurt evident in her voice. “We always go together- that’s how you make sure you don’t forget stuff. Did you write a list this time?”

“No, Mary, but that’s beside the point. C'mon, take a look. They’ve got plenty of options here; pick whichever one you want,” the man tries to gently refocus the child.

Still caught up in her own thoughts, Mary continues to ramble on, “But you almost forgot the eggs, remember? You walked right past them when entered the store; Fred would’ve been so sad if he had to go all week without his eggs.”

“I’m sure he would be, and you’re right- we do the shopping together. That’s how I remember things. I promise I won’t plan on going without you again, okay? Now can we pick something out?” Frank continues to try, glancing at his watch, “we don’t have much time before this place closes, too.”

“Whichever one I want?” the little girl asks quietly, finally turning her attention to the ensemble of plush toys before her. Scanning row by row, another look of dissatisfaction graces her expressive face. “Why do we have to have Bring-A-Furry-Friend day, anyway? Why can’t we bring something more interesting- the stuff I play with’s way more fun than any of this crap,” she rolls her eyes as she runs a hand over one peculiar-looking giraffe’s crooked neck.

“Because most kids your age like stuffed animals,” Frank explains, “if you picked a theme for the day, I’m not sure any of your friends would have stuff to bring. Do you like this one?” he asks, trying to move the process along as he picks up an olive green turtle.

Mary shakes her head. “No, his anatomy’s not right. He’s supposed to be a turtle, he has a turtle shell and he’s green, but his feet aren’t webbed; he’s actually a tortoise. Why couldn’t we bring books to share instead?” she continues to jump topics, her brain moving too fast for her own good as it so often does.

“Because you’d bring some old American Realism novel that’d probably send your peers into whatever the seven-year-old equivalent of an existential crisis is, while everyone else would be reading Dr. Seuss.”

“Yuck, Dr. Seuss- I hate that guy,” Mary turns up her nose at the suggestion.

Frank struggles not to laugh as he reminds her, “Hey, we don’t hate people. We-”

“Right, right- sorry. I dislike that guy; I think his stories are pointless.”

“I know,” Frank nods with a small chuckle, “you made that very clear when the mystery reader came in last month with Green Eggs and Ham, remember that whole ordeal?”

“Fraaank, c'mon. I gave him a really good apology, remember?” the girl sighs in exasperation, “he totally believed my puppy-dog eyes and pouty lip- just like you taught me!”

“Yeah, but that was after you stood up in the middle of storytime, unprompted, and went on a whole tangent about how the book wasn’t accurate due to the color of the eggs- that was the whole point, Mary. The point is that it’s silly, that it’s fun.”

“Yeah, well… I don’t think being wrong is fun,” the child decides, her eyes lighting up a bit as they land on a fluffy brown cat. Reaching up to take it off the shelf, she holds it out in front of her, frowning the tiniest bit when she notices, “He does have two eyes, unfortunately. We’ll have to pull one out so he’s cool like Fred.”

Shaking his head, Frank can only watch the with one hand to his mouth as he does his best not to smile at the girl’s undeniable adorableness. “Alright, sure. We’ll perform a little surgery before bedtime tonight,” he agrees. “That one anatomically-correct enough for you?”

Mary nods, tossing the toy in the cart as Frank begins pushing again, heading back towards the entrance to the store. “The blue eyes are a little questionable; most brown cats have brown or green eyes, I think. But I suppose blue’s not genetically impossible, just improbable,” she informs him.

“Oh, well,” Frank chuckles at the girl’s endearing quirkiness. “I’m glad you’re willing to be a little flexible there.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m trying to just let it be fun,” she tells him. “A rare gene, most likely recessive, beating the odds and presenting. I guess that’s fun, right? My friends’ll think that’s fun.”

“I’m sure they will, kiddo,” Frank nods, doing his best to just leave it at that.

#stuffies for all #bring-a-furry-friend day #eun's writing #frank adler #frank adler fanfiction #mary adler #mary adler fanfiction #gifted #gifted fanfiction #frank adler one shot #frank adler imagine #frank adler fluff #frank adler headcanon #frank adler drabble #frank adler blurb

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i've recently read your minedai fics and they're so good... bangkok necktie especially was my fav but seriously! you write them so well! i'm very excited to see what else you write for them ^^ your fics are some of the best minedai fics have read! thank you for sharing your wonderful work hehe

i was wondering about your experience with the rgg franchise... would love to hear about how/when you got into it, your favorite games/the ones you've played, fav characters or moments in the series overall, etc. ^^

Thank you so much!!!! It feels great to know the works I write are also enjoyed by so many others. The tension and themes I can wring out of these two are incredibly fun to write and as I write more of them, I just find more and more facets to explore. I’m not sure if I’ll ever write more within the ‘universe’ of Bangkok Necktie, but I really should write all the ideas I had for what would happen next in a tumblr post and just share that instead.

Okay so about my RGG journey you gotta promise not to laugh aldjdkdjdndmd

So the only RGG game I’ve played was Y0 back in like 2021 I want to say. I wrote a Kiryu/Majima fic* that I left sitting dusty in my Google Drive until around this past June when I got a sudden and vicious urge to replay Y0, but alas—no way to. Instead I did what I didn’t manage to do in 2021 and just give in and watch the cutscenes for Y1 because I needed the Yakuza fix lol. Later watched Y2, then Y3, and… I haven’t gotten to any of the other ones LOL. I don’t really care about spoilers and engaging in a fandom means I already have an idea of how things play out and some characters, but I still gotta consume those tasty all cutscenes videos on YouTube for the rest of the franchise.

I do want to play the rest of them (particularly Y2, Y7, Ishin, and Y8 eventually), I just don’t have the means to. In terms of favorite characters, I think the order goes Mine, then Daigo, then Majima. I like the formal business types that are actually dangerous, just clicks with me and Majima is just flat out a fun and interesting character. Really, I’m gravitated to the characters I can chew on the canonical information given. Doesn’t have to be much, it just has to lead to interesting examinations. Favorite moments include Mine showing up to Kiryu and his band of friends with his kyodai’s head in a briefcase as an act of apology and just before he leaves decides that he can’t hold back so just shit talks Kiryu’s decisions to his face. Also every scene with Y2 emo Daigo. ALSO that scene in Y0 where Majima is beating the shit out of Lao Gui and Dojima shoots a gun at him and the camera focuses on the missed shot in the wall before focusing on Majima’s Hannya and he says “you can wait your damn turn. I’ll just be a sec. You get to be next.” KING! The cinematography of it all……. Show stopping… love that scene so damn much. Anyway thank u for da ask, always happy for an excuse to ramble about either my own works (future or past) or about things in this series.

*I did at last post it yay and before Minedai took over I do have two half written fics involving Majima that I haven’t touched since July. I’m sure I’ll get around to finishing those two eventually lol…

#yakuza #ask box #anon #I really outta go watch Y4……….. #skyspeaks