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filthyfluffyfantasies · 6 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v, teasing, oral sex, use of petnames for reader/you, breeding k!nk related dirty talk, semi public foreplay, marking, oral sex. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt thirteen - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, groupie turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.4k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you and Eddie have reconnected after the one night stand that brought you together years before. bonding with his daughter has made him realize just how much he wants to be a father and he can't think of anybody else he wants to have his kids.. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Hawkins, Indiana, December 1996

You smile softly to yourself as you pause in the door to Rosie’s bedroom to find Eddie seated on the floor, Rosie seated between his legs as Eddie tries -and fails, at French-braiding her hair, the landline phone cradled between his neck and shoulder.

❝ I’m doing that, Emerson. It’s not workin. Hold on..❞ he turns his attention back to Rosie’s braid and swears to himself as he shakes his head. It’s crooked again and he was trying so hard to get it just right for her. He laughs as he starts to talk to Gareth again, ❝I was trying to braid Rosie’s hair for her. Can’t get it right. Poor kid has my hair, man. It’s too fuckin thick t’ do anything with.❞ Eddie’s statement is enough to make you giggle softly as you step into the room.

Eddie’s face lights up and he ends the call with Gareth, pulling himself off the floor to make his way over to you. Rosie is squeezing your legs, talking non-stop about how she spent the whole day with daddy and he taught her how to play some game called Dungeons and Dragons.

Eddie chuckles, scooping up the 5 year old as he gives her a peck on her freckled nose. ❝ Your ma was a nerd, sweetheart, she doesn’t know what that is.❞ -and he’s teasing, you know it. You pout a little and give his chest a light smack. Then you smirk. ❝ Since you think I’m so nerdy, Munson..❞ you dig around in the pocket of your leather jacket -his leather jacket, and find the tickets you stopped by the theater in town to pick up, ❝ Then I guess that means you don’t wanna go see Scream with me and the baby bat..❞

❝ Daaaaddy, you hafta say yes. I’ve been waitin a thousand years t’ see it. Please?❞ your daughter is looking up at Eddie, giving him those big begging eyes. Eddie pretends to think it over, both of you know damn well he’d never turn down a horror movie or your daughter’s begging.

❝ Are we sure she should see this, sweetheart?❞ Eddie’s just being a shit now, you laugh softly and Eddie rubs his chin as he continues, ❝ I mean.. This is Wes Craven. It’s gonna be a blood bath.❞

You laugh. ❝ Yeah but it’s also not real. Our daughter’s smart, she knows that.❞ you step up into Eddie a little more, your hand finding purchase in the front of his old Hellfire t-shirt. He’s distracted, staring down at your hand. You clear your throat, ❝ I bumped into Nancy earlier… Apparently, Will is taking both of Rosie’s best friends to see it.. With Mike.❞

Rosie’s really begging now.

Eddie pouts and pretends to be upset. ❝ I thought we talked about this, sweetheart. You were gonna marry daddy, remember? Now you wanna go see a movie with those dumb boys?❞ but Rosie is insisting. She pretends to gag when Eddie mentions the fact that she may or may not have just a little crush on little Johnny Byers or Argie, his best friend.

❝ Eww, daddy! I really meant it, they’re my friends. And if I don’t see it now, Argie’s a blab. He’s just gonna spoil th’ endin.. Pretty please? With cherries an’ chocolate?❞

Eddie snickers. ❝ Yeah, that tracks for him. Okay, alright.. What are we waiting on, huh? Let’s go see Scream.❞

As Rosie runs off to find her favorite jeans and change, you melt against Eddie and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashing against his in a long and deep kiss. His hands wander,settling on your ass.

❝ Dungeons and Dragons, babe?❞ you pout at him just a little when the kiss breaks a few seconds later. You’re honestly not upset, you’re just teasing him a little. Watching them together always makes you happy but lately.. Lately, watching him with Rosie has your biological clock ticking all over again. And earlier, when you were talking to one of the girls at work, she mentioned the fact that she thought she might be pregnant. And naturally, that got you daydreaming about another little mini Eddie running around. It made you stop and think too.

Everyone is always asking when you and Eddie will have more -and you do want another kid but honestly, you’ve been afraid to bring up the subject because things are still so new. The two of you only just reconnected. And there were definitely more than a few hiccups, - considering that you had no way to tell him about Rosie until last year, when your paths crossed again for the first time since 1988- and you’re just trying to enjoy everything the way it is.

Besides, you think to yourself as you hug against Eddie and breathe in the scent of his cologne and the faintest hint of those cheap cigarettes he still smokes, what if Eddie doesn’t want another? Am I really willing to mess up everything between the two of you? I’m in love with him and I just found him, I just got him back..

Eddie pulls away to look down at you and snickers at the dazed look on your face as he gets you looking up at him. ❝ What’s got you so spaced out, huh?❞

He doesn’t say it but.. He hopes that maybe it’s the same thing he’s spent a lot of time thinking about lately. At first, he thought it was regret, longing to see what he missed out on when you were carrying Rosie. But then, while you were snuggled up in the bed reading The Shining to her, as he stood in the doorway watching the two of you, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He wants more kids. He wants you to be their mom. He wants a big family and he doesn’t want Rosie to be an only child like he grew up. He wants her to have the actual younger siblings that he formed Hellfire specifically to find for himself back in high school.

The problem is, he’s afraid that bringing it up now, that’s going to be too soon. And he’s driving himself crazy over it because the harder he tries not to bring it up, the more he almost does.

He almost blurted it out this morning over breakfast. Twice.

You’re the one laughing now, cupping his stubble lined jaw to get him looking down at you. You’re biting your lip as you stare up at him. Every cell in your body is dying to say something, to bring up the subject and see how he takes it but you’re also a little scared.

❝ N-nothing.. I wasn’t the only one spaced out, Munson.❞ you mumble, swallowing hard as you melt into him just a little more. ❝ Where were you at just now, hm?❞ you’re turning the whole thing around on him because you know if you don’t, you will blurt it out.

He chuckles, a ringed hand caressing your face before kissing your forehead. ❝ You’re spacing me out, woman.. If we’re gonna go see this movie..❞ he drops his voice to a husky whisper, ❝ you might want t’ go get ready.. Before I change my mind and take you to bed..❞

You whimper quietly as he drags his tongue around the shell of your ear. Reluctantly, you pry yourself off of him and make your way down into the bedroom you’re both sharing to change.

Eddie takes several shaky breaths and leans against the wall. ❝ Emerson doesn’t know what he’s talkin about. It’s not like I can just blurt out the fact that I wanna knock her up, that I think she’s even more sexy when she’s pregnant and I wanna have more kids, there’s a time and place t’ say that shit..❞

Laughter from the doorway of Rosie’s bedroom has Eddie wanting to disappear into the floor. Rosie’s looking up at him, big doe eyes shining in mischief. She pushes the door closed behind her quietly.

Eddie tries to act as if she probably didn’t just hear every single word he said. ❝ You uh.. We all ready now, baby bat?❞

Rosie nods. After a little digging, she finds the pair of Vans she’s currently always wearing, red and black. She holds them out to Eddie. Eddie goes down on one knee, slipping the shoes onto her feet, pretending that they’re a glass slipper, making a fuss when the shoe fits her foot perfectly. She throws her arms around his neck and he breathes in the sweet and clean smell of his little girl. Every time he thinks he can’t possibly love her more, he’s proven wrong.

Even when she’s being every bit as hard-headed as he is.

The hug breaks and Rosie giggles. ❝ I wished for a little brother on my birthday candle… Remember when you were askin me what I wished for?❞ Rosie goes quiet. She’s fiddling with the sleeve edges on her favorite black longsleeve. It’s a Corroded Coffin shirt from the last music festival Eddie tagged you and Rosie along to before Corroded Coffin finally declared they were done, they were retiring to go out on a high note.

Eddie lightly grips his little girl’s jaw. ❝ You did, huh?❞ he asks. Rosie nods quietly. Drops her gaze and shuffles her feet against the bedroom floor. ❝ It’s just.. I’m glad you’re my daddy and I love mama but.. I don’t have anybody t’ play with when Argie and Johnny are being stupid.❞

Eddie nods. Fluffing at his daughter’s hair as he chuckles. ❝ Well, it was a birthday wish. Those do have a lotta power, baby bat.❞

Rosie smiles and throws her arms around him again, you step into the room just in time to watch the little moment. To have overheard the little conversation between father and daughter. Eddie’s reaction was so vague that you’re not sure whether it’s a good idea to tell him Rosie isn’t the only one who wants Rosie to have a baby brother or sister.. You study the two for a few seconds and laugh. ❝ Okay, you two conspiring against me already?❞ you joke and Eddie smirks. ❝ Maybe we were, babe.❞

❝ I’m gonna go play with my Legos in th’ living room. Can I watch MTV?❞ Rosie asks. Both of you nod and Rosie goes into the living room to play. This leaves you both alone together in some thick tension.

At first, neither of you seems willing to shatter it. But Eddie can’t take it a second longer and this results in him, exploding in a passionate rant as he paces the bedroom until you think he’ll pace a hole right through the floor.

You choke on air when you hear him say that while he thinks you’re sexy, he thinks you’d be even sexier if he knocked you up but then he throws up his hands and swears in frustration because he didn’t mean for that to be the first thing he blurted out in regards to having another kid, wanting a small army of kids with you. You’re stunned. Jaw dropped, eyes wide as you watch him have his little rant and stay quiet because you’re still frantically trying to process.

❝ And I just… I never thought me, I.. Eddie Munson, would be sayin this shit. T’ anybody. Ever. But damn it,❞ Eddie trails off, going quiet as he takes a few deep breaths, ❝ I can’t even look at you lately without imagining you pregnant. All our kids rushing around the house, chaos every morning.. I want this and if you don’t..❞ but you cut off his words by climbing into his lap as you cup his face with both hands and kiss him until you feel his mind starting to quiet down, his hands roaming all over your body. When he squeezes your ass and rocks you right over the way he’s strained almost painfully against the faded jeans he’s wearing, you whine against the shell of his ear, ❝ You’re not playing very fair right now, Eddie..❞ and he just chuckles. You lean into his ear, melting against him as you mutter softly, ❝ I want all of that too.. You were saying you want to fuck a baby into me later, I didn’t hear you wrong.. Right?❞

He growls quietly. Groaning as you bare down against the way his cock is hard enough to push against the zipper of his jeans. He nips at your neck roughly and his hands settle on your ass, squeezing. He’s guiding you back and forth over his lap and you whine, nipping at the way the tip of his spider tattoo just barely peeks out over the neckline of his t-shirt. ❝ That feel like a misunderstandin’, sweetheart?❞ he asks quietly as he stares up at you. You bite your lip and whine, the friction you were getting has slowed down drastically and you want it back. You’re desperate to get it back.

❝ How soon?❞ he asks a few seconds later. Your hand fists the front of his shirt and you pull him against you, your mouth just barely grazing against his as you laugh softly. ❝ Tonight. I.. I wanna start trying tonight.❞

❝Fuck.❞ he groans out as you rock yourself against the way he’s strained at his jeans all over again. His breath catches in his throat and he grabs your ass roughly just to slow you down because if he doesn’t, he’s going to make a mess of himself right here, right now. He leans into you and nips at your neck after he’s nosed some hair out of his way. ❝ It’s a date, sweetheart. Think you’ll be able t’ keep your hands off me ‘til then?❞ and the gleam in his eye tells you that this is a challenge.

That you’re in for it, Eddie is going to do everything in his power to make you cave…

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It’s just getting to the part where Billy’s about to reveal the truth to Sidney when you feel the cool metal of Eddie’s rings against the inside of your thigh. You can feel your entire body as it heats up. You shoot him a little pout and some side-eye, but he smirks. Slips his hand off your thigh to grab himself some popcorn after he mumbles ❝The bucket is in your lap, woman.. You expect me to control myself?❞ and pouts right back.

Rosie is sitting in the row right in front of you both with her friends, their eyes glued to the screen, a hand paused midway to her mouth to take a bite of popcorn she hasn’t taken in over three minutes.

Eddie’s hand creeps higher, a finger dragging ever-so-slowly right up your center. He chuckles when you squirm and shift around just a little in your seat. As his finger drags over you again, your legs clamp together, holding his hand between your thighs.

Your ears feel like they’re on fire. Eddie bites his lip when the two of you lock eyes, two long fingers pushing the soaked fabric to the side as they make contact with your bare cunt. You shiver before you can stop yourself. Shoot Eddie a dirty look and nod to an usher that’s just wandered in, flashlight in hand.

Eddie leans into you, breath warm against the shell of your ear as he whispers quietly, ❝Fuck.❞ breathing heavily as he raises the fingers he just had buried in your dripping cunt to his lips, licking them clean as he holds your gaze. You bite back a whine and he leans back into you, whispering quietly, ❝I can’t fuckin wait to fill up your pretty little pussy when we get back home, babe..❞ as he grabs your wrist and guides your hand to his lap, letting you palm at the way he’s strained through his jeans. You bite back another whine, helpless.

❝Eddie.❞ you whine, helpless. Soaked through in seconds. He chuckles. Your hand ghosts over the bulge strained against black jeans and he bites his bottom lip. Both of you glance at the seat in front of you to make sure Rosie is okay. She’s arguing with Argie in a hushed tone about who the killer is, throwing her hand in his face when he insists a second time that it has to be Randy. She thinks it’s Billy, Sidney Prescott’s boyfriend.

After you’ve made sure Rosie isn’t too scared, Eddie turns his attention back to teasing you. Bucking himself up into you as you continue to clumsily palm at the bulge in his jeans. His head falls back against the seat and he bites back the urge to groan as you drag a finger over the zipper of his jeans slowly. He leans into you to whisper ❝Fuck, sweetheart.. All this teasin me is only gonna get you in real trouble.❞ against the shell of your ear. You lean into him to mumble back quietly, ❝Oh? Maybe I like the sound of that, Eddie. Maybe that’s what I want.❞

The movie is coming to an end. Rosie’s triumphant outburst from the seat in front of you when the killers reveal themselves -and Johnny Byers arguing with Argie about her being right all along, is accompanied by snickering from Will, Mike and Jane. As the lights begin to come on, you pout a little to yourself but you pull your hand away from Eddie’s lap. You don’t even mind that you both missed huge parts of the movie, your heart is racing as the two of you file out of your row and wait by the door leading out of the theater room for Rosie and her friends to come out so the two of you can take Rosie home.

❝Can’t wait to get you home, sweetheart.❞ Eddie laughs quietly as he scoops up Rosie when she starts to yawn and then slips his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side closer. You look up at him and bite your lip suggestively, squeaking just a little when Eddie’s hand wanders down, giving your ass a little squeeze.

As Rosie drifts off to sleep in the backseat of your car, Eddie takes a hand off the steering wheel and skims it right up the inside of your thighs, growling before he can stop himself when he feels just how much slicker your thighs have gotten. You slip your hand into his lap and he bucks against it as you palm at the way he’s hard enough to break through his jeans and only getting harder. You’re five minutes away from home but it might as well be five thousand years and it feels like the drive is only getting longer.

Eddie’s fingers brush past the soaked barrier of your panties and bury inside of you and you give the inside of his thigh a squeeze as you just barely gasp. ❝Almost time, sweetheart..❞ he chuckles quietly as he turns down the street you live on..

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You’ve both just finished tucking Rosie into bed. Eddie turns on Rosie’s Scooby Doo nightlight and tucks her favorite stuffed animal into bed with her. As the two of you step out into the hallway, your back meets the closed door with a soft thud as Eddie’s restraint vanishes in a split second. His hands are all over you, finally settling on your ass as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him and he rocks himself into you, making you whine.

❝Ready for bed, sweetheart?❞ he asks the question in a breathy whisper as he nips his way down your neck. You whimper and rub yourself against him, needy. His mouth finds yours as he carries you down the hallway, navigating forgotten toys, a box or two from his old apartment in California and other obstacles that crowd the hallway with ease. He kicks the bedroom door open carefully and steps inside with you. Clothing that litters the top of the dresser is swept off and he sits you down in the space he’s just made, eyes gleaming as the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva between your mouths keeping you connected. You’re rocking against him and moaning out his name, shaky hands tugging the old Hellfire t-shirt up over his head as he strips off your crop top and slips his finger beneath the back of your bra, unhooking the clasps with ease and speed.

The clothing settles in a pile on the floor and he leans into you, pushing you up against the wall behind the dresser, his mouth moving down your body. He pauses at your belly button to stare up at you, tugging down your panties. You reach out and work the jeans and boxers he’s wearing down and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. That cute little denim mini skirt you’ve been wearing is pushed up to your hips as Eddie gets caught up in the moment and decides that he can’t wait another second, he has to taste you now. He sinks down in front of you, your legs settling over his shoulder as his mouth moves up the soft dough of your thighs, licking clean the mess he’s made. Your hands tug at his hair and grip the edge of the dresser as he pushes your legs apart a little better and buries his tongue and three fingers inside your drippy cunt. Groaning as the taste of you fills his mouth. ❝C’mon, princess.. Pull harder.❞ he moans out against your sex, fingers pumping into you as his tongue swirls. You rock yourself towards his mouth and he chuckles. ❝Thatta girl.. Gettin’ nice and wet for me..❞

You can feel your orgasm building, prepared to wreck you and you tug his hair a little harder. Eddie pauses and you pout. He stares up at the way you’re about to come completely apart for him and bites his lip, ❝You’re gonna be so fuckin cute all knocked up, princess.❞ he mutters quietly and you whine, begging for him. ❝Eddie,❞ you plead, ❝I-I.. I need you now.❞

❝Not until you give me what y’ know I want, princess.❞ Eddie’s permission to get off needs no further explanation and your orgasm rips through you, soaking his tongue and fingers as he growls quietly, the taste of you filling his mouth. He raises up again, his mouth conquering your mouth as he ruts into you while scooping you off the dresser to toss you gently onto the bed. He follows suit, your bodies tangled.

Touching. Biting. Kissing. He’s marked you up, hickies and bite marks litter your skin from neck to cunt, there are even a few sore bruises lining up the inside of your thighs.

He lines his cock up with your throbbing cunt, dragging the head down your center. When you shiver because it feels so good, he chuckles against your ear. ❝I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. You gonna be a good girl and take it f’ me?❞ his voice is sex, gravel and velvet all in one as he asks the question. It’s so different than the sweet things he usually says that you’re whimpering, begging him to do it, to take you already.

He thrusts into you slow. It’s an agonizing pace and you can feel every single inch, every vein that runs through his thick cock as he pushes into you. His hips beat against yours hard enough to bruise and he’s got you caged in beneath his body, his mouth all over you. You meet every one of his thrusts eagerly and when he comes to a stop, you whine about it.

❝You feel so fuckin good, sweetheart. Your pussy clenches around me so fuckin tight.❞ Eddie growls out, ❝Can’t wait t’ fill you up.❞ as he fucks into you slower. At one point, he has to reach out an arm and push the headboard against the wall so it’ll stop banging at it. But the way you squeeze him feels so good and you’re so wet that a minute or two later, he’s fucking at you faster and he’s used his grip on your hip for leverage, angling your hips upward just a little, bottoming out. You’re seeing stars as another orgasm builds, stopped at the brink every single time Eddie feels you tense and dig your nails in his back.

❝Fuck, princess. –ah shit, I can’t..❞ he groans out against your neck, ❝I’m gonna cum, shit. You feel too good, sweetheart.❞ and you whine, begging for it. It’s so hot that Eddie’s thrusts speed up, fucking into you faster and deeper, hips stammering as his orgasm shatters through and biting at your neck as this prompts you to pull him even deeper inside by wrapping your legs around his waist. His forehead finds your own as his thrusts slow down and he presses soft little kisses against your mouth and cheeks. ❝I love you.❞ is said in unison, the two of you laughing softly in the dark about it because if there’s one thing you’re both good at it’s doing everything perfectly right BUT.. completely backwards.

Eddie’s still fucking into you, slow and steady. ❝Don’t wanna stop, princess. Your pussy feels sooo fucking good wrapped around my cock.❞

When he’s finally finished fucking the seed that leaked out back into you, he rolls the two of you so that you’re on top. You’re both yawning now, sleepy kisses are landing against each other’s skin as he removes one of his hands from your ass to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across. ❝Wanna go t’ sleep just like this.❞

❝Me too, baby. I love the way you feel inside me.❞ you drawl, sleep making you stumble over words, making your voice all dreamy as the two of you drift off…

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myfairkatiecat · 20 days

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Keefe (for bingo)

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OK I CONTRADICTED MYSELF A LOT SO LET ME EXPLAIN

this is my favorite character of all time in any media, right up there with Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars, Nicholas & Nathaniel Benedict from TMBS (showverse) and Lancelot from bbc Merlin. Actually probably slightly above all those characters which is SAYING SOMETHING.

Is he comic relief? Yes.

Would I be his friend? Yes.

Has he done nothing wrong? Yes!! No he’s done many things wrong he’s so precious to me ok but the law he’s broken the law I love him so much he literally betrayed his friends I will always love him he has sooo much to answer for I’m glad Sophie forgives him after she chews him out she should chew him out longer but I suppose Fitz does that for her He has so many apologies to make but like he’s also done nothing wrong look I’m aware of my blorbo’s mistakes he’s honestly not as problematic as the tumblr fandom makes him out to be sometimes, and I MEAN that, but he’s also not as perfect and sweet as the eleven year olds on Wattpad make him out to be. He’s a LOT okay, you can’t analyze Keefe Sencen without the everything

Are my opinions unpopular? Yep! The other keefe girlies hate my opinions bc I acknowledge his character flaws and the Keefe haters hate my opinions bc I acknowledge the fact that he’s NOT an antagonist and actually has a lot of really good traits, and that’s NOT me making excuses. Also what are y’all on about saying he doesn’t get held accountable for his actions, like yeah Sophie forgives him pretty fast but not until she’s yelled at him, and the rest of his friends do NOT bounce back to normal (Fitz)

Do I relate to him? Yes, unfortunately. I have Fitz’s trauma and Keefe’s coping mechanisms (they aren’t good coping mechanisms but they’re literally mine)

Is the fandom wrong about him? Yes, the Keefe fans and Keefe haters alike. Don’t flatten this guy there’s SO MUCH THERE. (I’m not talking about my Keefe-negative mutuals—if I follow you, you didn’t flatten his character, I am very serious about Keefe Sencen)

Do I want to adopt him? YES I mean I’m literally his age but if I was old enough to adopt him I totally would, get that kid away from Cassius Sencen and kill Gisela Sencen. Honestly tho I’d settle for an Elwin adoption, dad!Elwin rocks

Did he need less screen time? *sighs in resigned Keefe fan* probably…objectively…yes…

Did canon do him dirty? I debated filling in this one. Because Shannon has made him a SUPER complex character. But also I swear if the ending of stellarlune isn’t the last time he steals something from Sophie to carry out a reckless plan he told no one about, I’ll riot. Don’t give him forward character progress and then erase it! If it’s a momentary relapse of bad habits I’ll allow it but I’m starting to want Shannon to let Keefe grow from all of that. Cause she keeps letting him get better—and then slip back. (Which isn’t unrealistic and I can work with!! I love him! But SHANNON PLEASE)

Do I want to study him? I want to get a full on PhD in this guy’s character arc actually

Did he need more screen time? Heh. Uh. Objectively NO. But also this amount of page time has allowed us to learn so much about his character complexities?? Like I’m torn between missing the other characters and eating up his character arc. Currently I’m gonna hope book 10 expands the other characters more bc I need more of them and 9.5 can feed my Keefe brain

Would I hit him with a golf cart? Listen my friend made this bingo game (hi Bods, if you’re reading this) and I know exactly what the actual intention was behind this square. But like. I want to slightly run into him with a golf cart. Just enough to slightly injure him and make him rethink his life choices (affectionate) (actually in the words of@phtalogreenpoison “I’d like to microwave Keefe. Just shortly”)

Does he need therapy? OH MY GOSH YES. I have thought this about other characters but SPECIFICALLY KEEFE HOLY GUACAMOLE GET THAT GUY THERAPY

Is he insane? Define insane. But I love him anyway (what is going on in his head half the time 😭)

Am I rotating him in my head 24/7? WELL YOU’VE READ THE POST WHAT DO YOU THINK

Do I have so many headcanons? Oh you guys don’t know the half of it. I have. So. Many. SO MANY

Is he wasted potential? Uhhhh I have too many thoughts on this to actually put it on this post. Genuinely love what Shannon’s doing with his character, like I said. But at some point she needs to. Address the things. Or he just becomes a guy with all these complications introduced that just kinda sit there and continue to change and grow and Keefe is the complex character to end all complex characters but Shannon you need to DO SOMETHING WITH THE MASTERPIECE OF A CHARACTER THAT YOU HAVE CREATED

The amount of bingos holy moly

Anyway

Keefe means a lot to me

Thanks for the ask anon!

#anon I’m so sorry #you didn’t sign up for this #I just have so many thoughts #keefe sencen #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #ask game #character bingo

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skeletonmoths · 5 months

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Ethel Cain fans

Incoming rant

I don’t typically post anything on my blog that I’ve created or written but I feel the need to comment on something this fandom needs to understand. Hayden does not owe us anything as fans, she has told us time and time again that we have been making her feel uncomfortable, not all of us but you know who you are. Ethel Cain is a character and stage name, and I know Hayden does not mind being called Ethel by fans but that’s not just what I’m taking about, there’s also “Ethel Cain Core” Hayden has explained quite a few times not that this makes her uncomfortable, Ethel Cain and “Preachers Daughter Aesthetic” is weird at best, the aesthetic she uses in her music is Southern Gothic, and Hayden has even had to explain how this aesthetic can be problematic and needs to be used with caution and care, But on top of that I’ve seen people romanticizing the dark topics in her music the same way we did with Lana Del Ray and Nicole Dollaganger , and I can understand to a certain extent why, but again these topics need to discussed with caution and care and not romanized, same with the romanization of poverty and old farm houses I’ve been seeing, and I completely understand that these buildings and images can bring a sense of comfort and nostalgia, but I have seen people who have grown up in comfortable situations typically people who grew up “upper middle class” romanticizing poverty and dirty homes , old farm houses, which I find very strange. Let’s not even get in to the romanticization of the songs “Gibson girl” and “Unpunishable” and the “female rage” title that “Ptolemaea” got Now onto the subject of how fans are treating Hayden. Stop demanding she release new music Hayden recently confirmed she has had to scrap the B-sides and start over, Hayden is a perfectionist with her music and lyrics so CONSTANTLY demanding more from Hayden is going to make the process last longer and don’t forget people were demanding Hayden to work on the B-sides while she was ON TOUR. Hayden has been consistently releasing new ambient music on SoundCloud. And has featured in TWO new songs THIS YEAR yet fans are still demanding more. And the memes and constant “mother” calling and the jokes and out of pocket comments said directly to Hayden is becoming too much. And has said to us multiple times it makes her very uncomfortable. Hayden is not our best friend we do not know her personally and we need to start acting like it. Treat her like a person and a friend when it’s appropriate. Don’t forget about all the transphobic comments and doxing Hayden has been receiving, being deadnamed on tumblr, Hayden has talked about her hate for online culture, and I’ll miss her online presence like the rest of us, but it was only a matter of time for her to delete her tumblr as well. She has given us many warnings to smarten up but we haven’t so she has shown us the consequences. I love Hayden and I love Ethel Cain. But I’m happy she is stepping back and taking the peace for herself instead of snapping at us fans for pushing her to the limit. Thank you for taking your time to read my ranting. And Hayden if you ever come across this post on way or another and take time out of your day to read this, Thank you for everything, Thank you for sharing your art for us fans to enjoy, I hope being away from us fans for awhile brings you a sense of peace and control we keep interrupting

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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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I’m new here lol um not sure if this is thing I should do😂 but was wondering if you could do a jj one erm don’t mind what but ur only person I find who does good ones

Hers

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Words: 3.5k+

Summary: You two had this pattern. One where you fell into her bed every night, but fell apart the next day. She had all of you, whether you liked it or not and all you wanted was the same. When you finally try to say you’re done, it almost breaks you both.

Genre: Angst, lots of angst, and smut. Literally so much of both.

Warnings: fingering (r receiving), vaguely maybe voyeurism (literally just barely), angsty possessive sex. A little bit of dirty talk. Uhhhhh lemme know if I need to add more.

A/N: hey anon! Thank you so much for your ask <3 Hope you enjoy some angsty JJ smut as we all know I can barely write fluffy JJ fics.

(Gif not mine)

“I’m not doing this with you tonight,” tears threaten to escape as you turn for the door. The door was barely even cracked open, when you see JJ’s hand shoot out from behind you and slam it shut. The thud of the door being forced shut resounded in the apartment and for a moment you were too shocked to do anything else other than stand and stare at the hand still placed firmly in front of your face.

This wasn’t the way you expected tonight to go. In fact, you didn’t expect to be here at all. In JJ’s apartment, half past 2 in the morning, tears in your eyes. Honestly, you weren’t even sure why you came here in the first place. When you got her text you should’ve just ignored it, you told yourself you would stop doing this with her, you would stop torturing yourself with someone who clearly wasn’t ready to face her feelings. Every time you spent the night with her, you felt over the moon with the attention she would give you, with the way she would cherish you and take her time with you, how she would call you hers and follow that up with hours of physical examples for just how right she was. But when the morning came, she would be closed off, distant, you’d leave feeling less like you had spent the night being cherished by her and more like you had been used as an unfortunate outlet for her.

So when you accepted a blind date that Garcia set you up with, you found yourself foolishly hoping that this random person would come swoop in and make you forget all about Jennifer Jareau and how she consumed your every thought. And for a moment, it actually worked. Your date was kind and funny and had you smiling and laughing. She was cute and caring and when she talked to you, you knew she wanted nothing more than to get to know you. You wore a genuine smile for a moment. But then in the midst of your date, you saw them walk in. JJ sauntered into the restaurant, followed by Garcia. And while Garcia seemed eager to be there, almost a little too eager, (something told you she found out where you were going and wanted to spy), JJ’s expression was almost perfectly neutral. Almost. You knew the blonde way too well to not see the fire in her eyes.

When Garcia walked up to you and pretended (rather poorly) like she was surprised to see you on this date with the girl she set you up with, JJ stood by her side with a plastered on smile. One that, again, if you knew JJ well, you could tell it didn’t reach her eyes. She was also quiet and short. All you got was a simple “good to see you” and “have a nice night” as she and Garcia grabbed their seats. And of course. Of fucking course, they were seated where JJ could have her eyes on you the entire time. Even if you weren’t looking up, even if your eyes were glued to your date, you were well aware that she kept her gaze locked on you. If you did dare meet her eyes, you would see the way she would quickly flick them to Garcia, pretending to be engrossed in whatever the other girl might have been talking about. Probably about the date she set you up on, no doubt. Especially with the way you noticed JJ’s knuckles tense as they sat upon the table any time you did chance a quick peek over in her direction.

Well, it started as a nice date… but then it became the most uncomfortable date of your life all thanks to one Jennifer Jareau. By the time you and your date go to leave, you feel your date’s hand on the small of your back, leading you out. You risk another glance back behind you as you walk towards the exit. Your eyes lock on JJ’s as you look back and, oh god, was she absolutely livid. It made you feel a little smug. You threw her a taunting smirk before turning back to leave the restaurant.

In the moment, you were proud of your actions. Proud that you stood your ground. You’d been asking JJ for something real for weeks and she kept refusing, yet she still displayed this possessiveness over you. She knew her hold on you, she knew you were hers. All you wanted was for her to be yours too. But there was only so many times she could refuse you before you had enough. So when you threw that look her way, the look that said “I can do what I want and you can’t stop me,” you felt victorious, you felt accomplished. But now you’re in this moment with her. Her hand still in front of you, holding the door shut. Your eyes burning, tears threatening to spill, resolve breaking.

“Let me leave, JJ.” you whisper, trying as hard as you possibly can to keep your voice even. To not give away the storm of emotions you’re currently feeling.

“Just stay,” she murmurs as she presses closer to you. Her hand slips from the door and her arms go to wrap around your waist from behind. You feel her face bury itself in your hair and take a deep breath, you can tell she’s trying to steady her emotions, calm the anger she felt, go back to being the unreadable Jennifer Jareau you know.

Frozen in her arms, you weigh your options. Her arms are tight around your abdomen, but not tight enough that you couldn’t break free. But did you want to? There was a reason you answered that text, the one that just said “Come over,” and of course you obeyed. What were you expecting? Were you expecting JJ seeing you on a date to be the push she needed? Were you expecting something to finally break between you and her, so you could get out of this pattern? Or were you expecting it to be like every other night she sends you that text?

Well, you were wrong about all of that. The minute you walked through the door she was on you, ready to argue her heart out. She must’ve been sitting on that fury for awhile, because it had been quite a few hours since your date ended. The minute you walked through her door she fired everything she was holding onto at you about accepting the date, about letting that girl touch you (even if it was just pressing her hand on your back), about if you took the girl home. And when you threw back “so what if I did?” even though you absolutely didn’t, that’s when you felt something snap in you. That’s when you turned to leave, deciding you weren’t going to put up with this any more for the night. That’s when something snapped in JJ too and she stopped you. And now you find yourself struggling not to melt into her embrace.

“I’m sorry,” her voice was muffled by your hair. You felt her press a kiss to the top of your head as she pulled you tighter into her arms. “Please, just stay,” she repeated again.

You squeezed your eyes shut. This wasn’t happening, you told yourself so many times this needed to stop. It was hurting you, she was hurting you. But you also knew you were too far gone. It was impossible to deny her, to cut her out. That would hurt you more.

When you shook your head no, it took all of your will power. Your hands move to where hers are currently locked around you. Pushing down on them to try to break their hold, you attempt to take a step forward, but her embrace just tightens and you can barely move an inch.

“No, JJ,” you plead, “we can’t…”

“Why not?” She was slowly walking you forward towards the door without you even realizing it until suddenly you felt your front press up against it, with JJ still pressed to your back. She had you pinned.

“We can’t keep doing this,” your voice sounded weaker than you intended and JJ knew she was winning. She no longer had a hold on your waist, instead her hands were traveling up your sides slowly.

When her hands made their way up your sides and slid around to your chest, you felt the last threads of your willpower starting to snap. You pressed your forehead to the cool wood of the door in an attempt to ground yourself, but even then that barely worked. With the way JJ was currently palming at your breasts and pressing you more firmly against the door so you could feel her whole body against your back, you were losing this fight miserably.

“Tell me,” she moved to whisper in your ear. “Tell me, you don’t want me.”

And that’s the thing, you couldn’t lie to her. Even if you tried she would see right through you. You wanted her with your entire being and she knew that. She knew with that question, she had you right where she wanted you.

“I can’t,” you practically whimpered, tears yet again stinging your eyes as you realized just how difficult it was to deny her. Just how far gone you were with this girl.

“Then let me remind you,” her teeth grazed against the edge of your ear as she spoke, “who you belong to.” Her hands left your chest to move back down to where your arms stayed limp at your sides. She slid her hands down to your own, taking them in hers before lifting them and placing them above your head, palms flat against the door. “Let me show you that you’re mine.” With one hand holding your wrists in place on the door, her other traveled down between your legs and you kept your eyes shut tight, trying with all your might to hold back a whimper and hold onto at least a small shred of your dignity.

This didn’t feel right, but it also felt all too familiar. Her touch wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly gentle either. The squeeze of her hand around your wrists stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. The way she unbuttoned your jeans and ripped the zipper down was direct, but it wasn’t desperate. JJ had you right on that edge. The one where either you wanted to just fall into her arms and let her have her way with you or push her off and scream at her for thinking you were so easy to shut up. But here’s the thing, when you felt her fingers dip into not just your jeans, but your panties as well and put pressure on your already aching clit, you had officially gone past the point of no return.

The morning after would be hard for you. It always was. And every time this happened you kept saying you wouldn’t let her do this to you again, but just like the last time and the many times before that, your body said otherwise. Your hips moved in time with the way she rubbed circles against your clit and you were kicking yourself for how wet you already were. JJ, on the other hand, was reveling in this. She was whispering in your ear about how you belonged to her, how only she could make you feel good, how she loved how wet you were for her. All the filthy things that filled you with shame, but made you grow wetter by the second. And when you felt her grind her hips against you from behind, you couldn’t help the low whine that escaped your lips. You tried to cut it off by biting your lip, but from the chuckle that came from behind you, you knew she heard it.

Her hand moved from your clit, dragging down between your folds until you felt her fingers tease at your entrance. She paused there, and you pressed your forehead harder against the door. JJ was waiting for something and for a moment you foolishly thought you could hold out. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction she was looking for as she held off from giving you the one thing your body needed at that moment. But then she was lazily dragging her fingers back up to your clit before moving them back down and the way your body was moving against her fingers wasn’t helping you get anywhere. You felt frustration build in your chest and you shook your head, as if you were trying to deny her one last time.

“Who do you belong to?” she growled into your ear and you bit your lip harder. Your hips moved faster against her fingers, trying to chase more pleasure from her, but it was impossible. “If you want me to keep touching you,” she murmured as her lips moved from your ear to the side of your neck, “you need to tell me…” she placed a kiss below the side of your jaw. “Who...” Her teeth grazed the skin there. “Do you..” You could feel her tongue trace a line up the side of your neck. “Belong to?” Teeth sank into your skin and before you could stop yourself you let out a loud gasp. The bite was rough, painful, but it only made you ache for her that much more.There was definitely going to be a mark there and you wished you cared about that, but right now you just wanted her.

“You!” You practically cried. “Fuck, JJ, I belong to you. I… I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” she grunted as she slid two fingers inside you without warning.

The moan that escaped your lips was pathetic and way too loud for being pressed against the front door of JJ’s apartment. Your shame, however, left the window moments ago when you gave in to exactly what she wanted. It was infuriating, just how easily she could manipulate your body to get you to the point where you were nothing more than a begging mess for her. In the back of your mind, you hated yourself for this. You tried to hate her, but with the way she went back to mumbling about how good you felt and what a good girl you were made it nearly impossible.

You were melting into her. She was no longer holding your hands up against the door, instead her free hand went back to palming at your breast while she set a steady pace of pumping her fingers into you. With your hands free, one reached behind you to tangle into blonde hair while the other still pressed firmly to the door in a poor attempt to hold you up. Your head was no longer pressed to the door, but thrown back against her shoulder as you finally gave every last ounce of your willpower up to JJ and gave in to just how much you needed her.

She was filling your every sense. With the way she was pressing your front into the door with each time she fucked into you, you felt completely surrounded by her. Yet, still you would never stop craving more of her. Every touch, every kiss from her, never felt like it was enough. And you thought maybe, it was the same for her. Especially tonight.

With every thrust of her fingers, with every kiss she pressed to your skin, every time she sank her teeth into your neck, you started to notice something more behind her actions. Yes, she was possessive with you, that wasn’t really something new. Even if she refused to make anything official between you two, she spent a lot of nights, somewhat like this one, showing you just how possessive she was of your body. But tonight, as she kept whispering in your ear and driving her fingers inside you, you could tell something was breaking. Usually, she was calculated, calm, collected, even in the middle of turning you into a whimpering mess beneath her. Tonight, however, as she continued to turn your body into putty in her hands, you could feel desperation growing in movements. In the past, it always felt like she held back with you, even when you two were entangled in each other. But right now, as her fingers curled inside you and her teeth sunk particularly too hard into the skin below your jaw, she began to feel unhinged, frantic even. Which made it all the more intoxicating to you.

When you felt a third finger slide into you, you let out a moan so loud you knew the neighbors would hear. “JJ, I think it’s too much,” you began to whine.

“Shhh, baby,” she cooed as she pulled all three fingers almost completely out. “You can take it for me, right?” And then she slammed them back into you with almost full force, not even waiting for a response.

Your hand flew to your mouth to contain any of the loud noises that were threatening to fall out as JJ began moving three fingers inside you now. She pressed her body impossibly harder against yours from behind, only leaving enough room for her hands to be all over you from the front. You could feel your legs tremble and your eyes roll back as you felt yourself being deliciously filled with the blonde.

Her movements were becoming rougher, more erratic, but even so, you were close. You felt the familiar coil at the pit of your stomach twist, almost painfully, and your palm pressed harder against your mouth to muffle what you were sure would’ve been screams as her fingers drove into you faster and faster.

“That’s it, baby,” JJ groaned as she felt you tighten around her fingers. “You’re all mine. Only I can fuck you like this. Not that girl, not anyone else.” You could practically feel the last of her control leave her body as her movements got even rougher. “Only me. Only I can make you feel this good.” And with that she thrust her fingers into you particularly hard once, then twice, and then you could feel yourself being pushed over that edge.

She kept you standing as you tried to recover. Her fingers slowed to a stop inside you before pulling out. After a moment she stepped back, but you kept your hold on the door, still trying to steady yourself.

Neither of you moved for a moment, neither of you spoke. The room was just filled with the sounds of you trying to catch your breath as you refused to turn back and look at the blonde. As the silence stretched on, you could tell you weren’t the only one who was ashamed of their actions. Everything was flooding back to you now, all of the regret and negative feelings you had felt when you attempted to storm out. They suffocated you now. And the longer JJ was silent, the more anger you felt filling your chest. Then, there were the tears again, burning your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. At least you were still facing the door. The door she just fucked you on like you were some sort of piece of property to her.

“(Y/N), I…” she began to speak but trailed off. You already knew what was coming though. It was the same every time this happened. She would draw you in, only to spit you back out. Hearing it one more time felt like it would break you, so you decided you wouldn’t.

Shaking your head, you rubbed at your eyes angrily before reaching for the door knob. But then her hand shot out and her fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from opening the door for the second time that night.

“I…” her voice sounded so small and it stopped you. You wanted to yank your hand away and storm out, desperate to not hear this from her again, but her voice didn’t usually sound like this when she said the lines you thought were coming. “I’ll try,” her voice broke as she spoke and for a moment you stopped breathing. “I don’t want you to be someone else’s.”

The tears finally fell and you let your hand fall from the door knob, still refusing to turn and look the blonde in the eye.

“I’ll try for you” her voice was barely even a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear in the stillness of the room. “Can that be enough for now?”

Taking a deep breath, you felt yourself give in to her for the final time that night. When you turned to face her, you finally saw the rest of JJ’s guard fall in front of you. Maybe that could be enough for now. Your heart belonged to her. Who were you kidding trying to pretend like that wasn’t true? You knew, deep down, the date wouldn’t have gone anywhere. Not when all you wanted was standing right in front of you. Maybe she couldn’t give you all of herself yet, but she was saying she’d try. That’s more than she’s ever offered you before, and maybe you’d get hurt later. Maybe she’d break your heart into thousands of pieces again, but you were hers regardless. You were willing to try with her too.

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imjustabeanie · 2 months

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Omg!! You have so many fandoms?!1!1!!

Well HI HUN!!! 🩷🩷 if it’s okay, i would love to ask for a match up with Mystic messenger and Obey Me! I got back into em recently!

I currently don’t have any deal breakers. If i get paired with Rika or Jaehee ill be okay!

About me: My name is Mera!

I go by She/her, (AFAB) and im Pansexual, although i usually lean towards men, though all my partners have been women!!

Im a Cancer zodiac, and im an INFJ!

Personality:

I have an rbf 🥹 people have told me so many times they are scared to approach me because they think i’ll be a bitch. Later they’ll tell me they love me though!! Pretty much an Ambivert. I’m super awkward and shy at first, and it ends up causing me to be short and blunt without meaning to!! but once I start talking? I never shut up!! I also tend to listen to things, and i try to help in anyway i can, although im not the best comforter. I also think my personality also can change depending on who i hang out with. If i hang out with more introverted people I’ll definitely be more outgoing, and talk to others! But if im with extroverted friends, i’ll tend to stay in my shell. I’m a pretty kind person, but also sensitive. I’d jump in front of a bullet for someone else though. Im a people-pleaser so what other people think of me, i really take into account. Once people get close to me though, i tend to be sassy and have “snarky” remarks, but in a joking way. If my friends have ever spoken out about if it makes them uncomfortable i will immediately stop. Honestly though, i can’t handle seeing someone else in pain- or crying. My heart will literally tear and i’ll start crying with them. I tend to be the “funny” friend- everyone usually laughs at my jokes, but i’ve been called the “mom” friend too, because i start to take into account what other people may need! Hair ties? I have A MILLION!! Advil? Dont worry!! I got some :)

I tend to surround myself with a lot of people also. I love to be in the spotlight (theatre kid alert..)

Hobbies:

Writing match ups !!, Drawing, Dance, Singing and musical theatre. I do Dance a lot and its also caused me to start caring more about myself! I sing all the time too- i take voice lessons :) I’m also a cosmetology student, so i LOVE to do hair, makeup, nails and fashion!! I love to talk about it too!! Theres so many interesting things people don’t know! I’m always listening to music though. The only genres i don’t really listen to is country and rap.

Likes: Honestly I like so many things, but i like sweets, people who give me attention, and i also like- love every color on the rainbow… i LOVE horror movies, and slashers. I love biology, and cos stuff! I might actually be able to go to dubai because of cosmetology :)

Dislikes: Rude people, people who are genuinely just bitchy for no reason. Not really much.

Love Languages: PHYSICAL TOUCH, is the biggest. Im super touch starved and i need someone to hold me!! Quality time too. They go hand in hand for me. Receiving gifts are the worst for me. Ill feel so guilty, but i love to give!

Ideal type: I dont really have an IDEAL type. Pair me with whoever!

Looks: if looks play into anything- i have pretty dark features. Although my skin is very light. Im a ghost in the winter. But whenever i get tanned, i usually have been told i look “Arab” which is a compliment. My hair is pretty much at a level 6, so its a dirty brownish color. I stopped wearing my glasses, but i have brown doe eyes! (If i was a certain “pretty” i’d be deer pretty.)

Im pretty short honestly. 5’1. I also love to wear heels though. I walk in them like its my second nature. My hair reaches around my shoulders, i usually Dont have it long, and i have curtain bangs!

Fun facts:

Im poly lingual!! I speak 3 different languages.

My parents are actually immigrants, and english wasn’t my first language lol!!

I major in pre law! So i plan to be a lawyer. - specifically medical malpractice because according to multiple nurses, “i have an eye for medicine.”

i hope this wasn’t too much-!!! 🥺💕 i hope you enjoy writing and matching!! Whenever you get the chance to do it, i’ll happy!!

Matchup trade for this wonderful person

Your OM match is...Diavolo!

Not gonna lie I did hesitate between Diavolo and Asmo but finally I decided on Diavolo. You can definitely keep up with him and your love languages match! He may be a little pushy but in the end he means well.

Let’s stay with the OM original plot shall we? (date. My bad lol). At first Diavolo only wanted to learn and bond with the new exchange student. He saw that you were rather awkward at first and stayed in your shell that’s why he poked more about your interests (read here that he just checked your case in the human world). He tried very hard to be your friend and was super happy when you started to reciprocate! He loved your jokes and often tried to get in on your train. Diavolo is someone who lives on the present but also calculating (not in a negative way. He just prefers that major plans aren’t altered that much cuz he’s the prince and all). Your sarcasm honestly makes him laugh, you’re not being mean about it so he doesn’t feel bad either. Diavolo fell for the way you two had fun together. You are someone he can get loose with but also get serious. He doesn’t have to worry much you’ll always match his style. Also, you’re the mum friend and it makes Barbatos so happy because he doesn’t have to worry about another hyperactive adult lmao. It took Diavolo more time than he wished to confess cuz he had to check out everything and what changes it would bring to your life. He knows that he can’t afford to get into reckless relations that can endanger his kingdom and how much pressure it would be on you the more serious the relation got. You noticed that he spent more time in his office and just went in, worrying for your friend. That’s when Diavolo, in his sleep deprived state blurted out that he doesn’t know if he can ask you out considering his position and all. He didn’t realize it was you….You two had a very heart to heart conversation and in the end agreed to go out together. What a mess.

Diavolo is kinda like a golden retriever boyfriend. He includes you in all sorts of fun activities and always have dates planned out for you two! He shows you hell and you show him the human world. Sometimes Barbatos threatens him with less time with you to get him to work. But one thing for sure is that you two are always seen touching each other. He loves holding your hand and waist, when he sees you he runs up to you and engulfs you in a hug which is rather funny considering his corpulence. In private you two cuddle a lot, when he’s working he’ll hold you in his laps to recharge as he calls it. Diavolo often takes you on dates to operas and plays. He passes them to Barbatos as ‘Seeing how the arts are developing’, yeah of course. We all believe you Diavolo. During these dates he gives you historical facts and explains references you might not get. After or before those dates, Diavolo takes you two to try new foods. He knows you like sweets so he makes sure to always get you some or ask Barbatos to make some. Speaking of gifts….yeah you’re getting spoiled but he’ll calm down after knowing you feel guilty about it. Getting spoiled in the sense he always gets you your favorite things and supports your hobbies by getting you the best material. Then with time he’d start getting you jewelry and all. If you two get married your birthday might as well become a national holiday just like his….

Diavolo likes to have lazy days because he can just spend them doing whatever with you. Perhaps you’d explore the human world or he’d try his hand at the kitchen! You two always have a laugh after that. He likes taking your hand and engaging to a songless dance (he puts in music eventually), I believe he knows many dances and will even teach you some. He’ll also let you do his nail and makeup (you can’t tell me he doesn’t put at least some make up). Diavolo has to follow certain fashions but enjoys going shopping to get things he’d only wear at the castle. He’ll always take you with him and you also have some kind of say in the official clothes his tailor makes him! At the end of a busy day, Diavolo just wants to relax with you in bed. You’re his safe space.

I wanted to elaborate on this but didn’t find how to make the transition so I’ll just say it here. One of the topics diavolo used to get to know you is your law major. He asked you about it and you two had pleasant evenings comparing the devildom laws with the human laws. It’s canon that healthchecks in the devildom are rather….rough so you’ll have fun comparing them. I initially planned to match you with asmo considering your interest in cosmethology but Diavolo is a much better fit in my opinion. He’d always hype up your interests and even proposes to let you in some factories so you can compare products in both worlds. He’d be really interested in seeing you make some cosmetics because he is very curious in all fields. The only issue with Diavolo is that he can’t always take no for an answer. He is used to getting his way so set up some clear boundaries at the start. You also have to accept that he is a prince first, he has his own secrets. I think I lost track of words….

Your Mystic Messenger match is...Zen!

Yup it wasn’t 707. He was my second pick actually but Zen won first position. 707 is too self sacrificial and has a lot of secrets, he might not even give you all the attention you deserve because of his job. But Zen is sensible, funny and devoted to those he care about. Since MysMes is an otome game we’ll go the OG route for how you and how he asked you out. I’ll skip to relationship with him.

You and Zen are quite similar in my opinion. He can easily relate to your sarcasm and snarky remarks which makes the two of you a formidable duo. None talks shit about you when you’re nearby because they’re getting torn apart. He likes it when you get passionate and start talking about your interests. When you do that he’ll shut up and stare at you lovingly before muttering some corny pick up line and kissing you. Zen compliments you a lot because you’re perfect for him. He calls you his Muse but won’t reveal your identity to the public until he knows you won’t get much backlash. Even his fans don’t comment about you because he gets so defensive when you’re brought up in a bad way. Even if you enjoy the spotlight and is proud of your relationship he still feels guilty for dragging you inside all this drama. He’ll need reassurance over this. Zen’s love language is mostly words, affection and quality time when he can. As an uprising star, he’s very busy but does his best to give you all his attention. That’s why he always leaves you voicemails saying how he loves you and even letters/flowers when his schedule gets hectic. Tight budget but huge heart. His favorite type of date is taking you for a picnic and just spending the night talking about everything, no matter how silly or deep it is. But he gets so nervous each time you ride the bike with him….

You are Zen n1 critic. He always wants you to review his performances and you two spend a lot of nights watching movies together (not his own, just movies and plays). He knows you like horror movies, that’s why you two are up to date with the latest horror movies in the market. When he makes it big, you can be sure he’ll invite you at every premiere/event. Your common house often gets noise complaints from Zen practicing or you two dancing to music! Yeah you might be the neighborhood favorite couple but they still want to sleep unfortunately. Zen is a workaholic, you being the mum friend helps in the sense that you’re the only one he listens to when you ask him to stop and get some rest. If it weren’t for you he’d forget himself, you’re the only reason why he didn’t have a burnout yet. He enjoys your singing and as an actor (he played in musical) he’d help you train out more. If you ever want to get into the business he’d be happy to help you out. Zen only lets you interfere with his skin care routine. He’d test out any product you recommend and lets you do his makeup or chose his outfits. He’d purposefully let paparazzi take pictures if you two are matching cuz he’s just happy and proud lol. Your future opportunity in cosmetology and upcoming law major actually make Zen so happy. He always encourages you to continue your studies as it’s what you love. He is a man of passion who dropped out, it’s the only topic he may get insecure about considering your own academic background.

In conclusion, you and Zen are definitely a popular celebrity couple that people look up to. The way he loves and cherishes you make so many fans jealous it’s not even funny lol. You two may be dramatic but your love is obvious.

#matchups #match ups #obey me #mystic messenger

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chiyuki-hiro · 1 year

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Things I Want For Frozen 3 ((And A Little Bit Of What I could See Happening))

First things first. I’m just putting my personal thoughts & feelings out into to void. If you don’t like/agree with some of the things I put here, that’s fine. Just please be respectful.

- I want a redemption arc for Hans. Yes, I’m starting off with what is probably one of my most controversial opinions in the Frozen fandom. As for why I want a redemption arc...there’s a few reasons for that. For starters, seeing as Hans didn’t actually kill anyone, I could see it as being a bit easier to redeem him, as opposed to how Disney has been trying to redeem/victimise their other villians in the recent movies we’ve been getting ((Especially if the info I’ve heard about A Frozen Heart is meant to be taken as canon)) 2. Disney has made it pretty clear that they want to tell more complex stories & I think redeeming the man who betrayed Anna in the first film could be a bit more of a complex story to tell 3. I just like Hans & want to see more of him. ;-;

All that being said, I’m aware this most likely won’t happen, due to the fact that it’s probably going to be viewed as too difficult of a task & Hans isn’t loved as much by both the Disney company & by fans.

- I want Elsa to remain single. There, I’ve said it! I’m not really sure if I feel like Elsa is aro/ace or not but either way, I just don’t really see Elsa having an active interest in romance. Also I feel like if she does get hooked up with someone, fans of any of the other ships involving her will get pissed & the whole fandom will become a shit show.

- I want to see Elsa & Anna actively work twards solving a problem together. It’s gotten pretty annoying for me that the movies we’ve gotten so far love to have these two sisters get split up & come up with their own separate plans, one thing leads to another & somehow the day is magically saved! Can I please just have one time, where Elas & Anna both work out a plan by talking to eachother & working things out as a team?!?

- I want Olaf, Kristoff & Sven to have a narrative reason to actually be in the plot. Seriously, Frozen II did these boys dirty. by having them just be there, but not really serve any purpose to the main plot. Also, Olaf was annoying in F2 & that crime needs to be fixed.

- Last but not least, I want F3 to have memorable songs. I’m sorry but, the songs in F2 didn’t really do anything for me & I can maybe only remember one or two of them, at most. For me F1 did a much better job with the songs. And yeah, I know it became this whole thing for people to hate F1 because of how stupid popular Let It Go was but, just because something is popular & played to death, doesn’t mean it’s bad.

As for what I can actually see happening in Frozen 3... this is pretty one is pretty obvious. A wedding for Kristoff & Anna. Not really shocking since, a good portion of F2 had Kristoff trying & failing to propse to Anna right up until the end. That being said, I think the wedding will most likely happen at the begining of the movie, giving Kristoff a bit of his own story line where he’s just wed the queen of Arendelle & now has to face a very real future as the soon-to-be-crowned-king-of-Arendelle. Which I can only imagine will be a bit of a nightmare for our “Reindeer King.”

#frozen 3 #frozen #frozen 2 #Queen Elsa #anna of arendelle #hans westergaard #hans of the southern isles #Prince Hans #kristoff #olaf #sven the reindeer #things I want for frozen 3 #controvercial opinions

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eloise175 · 2 years

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{Mild rant moment}

I need to get this out of my system, after a talk I had with some mutuals of mine (happy to say we all agree on this), and it contains novel spoilers, I warned you. No this post does not contain humor or jokes like my usual posts, it is just me giving a take on what exactly is going on in the Vadd fandom because some people seem to be reading a completely different novel/manhwa than most, like @seirclys mentioned, and I couldn’t agree more.

I often see people defending Ecklies, (or whatever the hell you wanna call him), saying ‘but he’s innocent/ poor baby🥺👉🏻👈🏻’ sis- this man is anything but innocent/innocuous/oblivious , this man is SMART.

I’m not saying this as a compliment, he is smart because you see how well he hides his real intentions and twisted nature, from when he literally betrayed his fellow people; brought Yvonne (aka Leila) back to the duchy after everything Penelope did for him, effectively backstabbing her, because he wanted to make her solely depend on him, (obsessive nature).

He tried to kidnap Penelope when she turned down his offer to ‘run away together’ and decided to ‘follow Leila’ (kinda?) so he could have Penelope by his side

Still like @seirclys mentioned in a similar post to this, do you really think that Leila would’ve let Penelope live when she is the only one that can actively stop her schemes and defeat her? Not a chance, keep dreaming.

Also- another thing I see, that makes me want to violently bang my head against the nearest solid surface for the sheer stupidity of it, is ‘he has wasted potential/the author did him dirty/ the author made a mistake-bad choice when they made Callisto the male lead’

1. What wasted potential are we exactly talking about?? Where? Please enlighten me.

•Every story plot is thought through before being published or written. Every character has their role, and in his case, Ecklies was designed to be the ‘twisted/ dark/ obsessive character’ (kinda like an antagonist) from the very start. Otherwise we would’ve seen a very different outcome, don’t you think?

2. Stop saying that the author did a mistake or a bad choice! That’s disrespectful.

•The author has put in much work in the novel, and then someone random comes and takes a shit on that. Literally one of the most disrespectful things I’ve seen people comment. The author made that choice, respect it. You don’t like it? Don’t comment and move on, or write your own original story- Wattpad and Ao3 are free, who knows maybe a lot of people will like your story.

3. Callisto was created to be the male lead. Every character fills their purpose and role.

•I know I jest around a lot when it comes to Callisto, but jokes aside, he really did do some fucked-up shit and his ways weren’t really ‘it’ the first time he interacted with Penelope, but we see him have a growth (humanly speaking), and we learn why he did what he did, can’t say that I approve of some of his ways, but he actually had a motive. He also has something called character development, what some like to ignore completely.

Another good example of character development we see in the story is Reynold, who might not be the best, but he has a nice redemption and growth throughout the arc of the story. That is how you make a character redeemable. (Can’t say I forgive his actions, but at least he tried to make amends for the shit he has done).

What makes me really laugh is seeing ‘Ecklies is innocuous baby and Callisto is the bad guy’. Again- are we even reading the same story anymore?? Ma’am- Ecklies makes Callisto’s crazy moment look innocent. What are you talking about?? At least Callisto didn’t try to kidnap Penelope, nor did he backstab her. Need I remind you that Callisto was literally on the verge of death but he still put Penelope first and was willing to let her go because that’s what she wanted?? Now THIS is real love.

-And reminder that Ecklies followed/stalked Penelope around for three years (in the side stories) because he wanted to kill her:

How can you really say that he’s the good guy after this??

And for the ones who keep on insisting that it was Penelope’s/ Syieon’s fault because ‘she used him’ you selectively decide to remember that. Ecklies also used and tried to manipulate her.

They used each other. With Syieon choosing to raise his favorability because he was the apparently ‘easiest target’ out of the five morons that are the male leads, to Ecklies that hated everything that Penelope/Siyeon was and wanted to make her rely on him only so his twisted tendencies could thrive. You see how toxic all this trash-fire is? Would you honestly like that?

I say that Penelope did a good choice when she rejected him, I would too. Ecklies scares me shitless and in her place, I would be terrified of him. He literally can kill her at anytime even without meaning to. He just needs to lash out ONCE, even unintentionally, and it’s game over for Penelope.

I know that people like it because it’s fiction, but there is something that attracts/appeals you for you to like it, and this brings me to the question- would you really like to have a relationship like that? Please stop romanticizing toxic/abusive relationships, be it fiction or not.

I also noticed that there are a ton of other different manhwas that have the male lead do similar things to Callisto, however people seem to fly over that completely. Why is that you may ask? I’ll tell you- it’s because Ecklies is good looking, and appeals aesthetically to the reader. His good looks can’t compensate for what he did.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t care what you ship, just stay out of my little bubble and keep your hate and spite to yourself. The real problem manifests when:

-people romanticize toxic/abusive/obsessive relationships and push it onto others, sometimes actively being rude to other people for the ships they like.

-go out of your way to make a good character look bad only to make your favorite pass as ‘baby/cute/innocent’ (who is considerably worse). And politely, stop looking for excuses to make a character look terrible just because you dislike them.

-take a shit on the author’s hard work; again, go write your own story if you don’t like it.

-spread misinformation and false spoilers that mislead others.

Yes, this is absolutely a *side-eye* to someone. Idc.

With this I conclude my rant for the moment- might update later.

#El’s rants #no you cannot change my mind #iklies khan delman #reynold eckart #callisto regulus #penelope eckart #villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess #ditoeftv #dioefv

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citizen-zero · 1 year

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I guess part of the reason that the whole “proshipper/anti” discourse is so silly to me is because like. I actually lived the situation that so many of them talk about, the whole “predators will show your fic to minors in order to groom them” thing. Except that’s not…that’s not really what happened.

The 25 year old woman I “dated” when I was 15 was someone I met through the Hetalia fandom; we did a lot of NSFW RPs and bonded over smutty fic. She drew, commissioned, and purchased smutty art and doujins that she shared with me. She came to visit me twice and like, we never went further than kissing, but I know for a fact that she wanted to. She said as much, and I think if I hadn’t been worried about getting caught by my mom, we would’ve. And this isn’t super distressing for me to talk about but it still makes me feel a little dirty. Not in a shame-filled way, I don’t think it’s my fault or anything, but I don’t feel good about it either.

Anyway, point is, it’s literally the situation that people wave around as an example of what might happen if we let people write about Sexually Immoral Topics, and yet I maintain that none of it was the fault of NSFW fan art/fiction. Not even the handful of teacher/student or incest fics I read and enjoyed—even when I was “dating” her, I recognized that that sort of relationship was wrong and should only be enjoyed in a fictional context. That sort of content was cathartic for me because I could engage with it but didn’t have to see or experience it IRL where it would have actual consequences. It’s the same as how playing GTA let me shoot rocket launchers at cops and blow up cars without…you know, doing that.

No, all of it was squarely the fault of the adult woman who was trying to fuck a teenage girl. All the emotional stress I felt then and all the lingering sour taste I have now is her fault. It wasn’t a single one of those artists’ or authors’ faults that, for almost two years, I was denying/unable to recognize the wrongness of my own situation even though I could recognize it in fictional ones. All of it was her fault for earning the trust of a teenager and then pursuing a “relationship.” The only function that the sexual content served was to be just another part of fandom to bond over, just like we bonded over cosplay and merchandise and new canon material and anime episodes and dubs and—you get it. It was one part of a whole. Like, smutty fan works are so common that it didn’t raise a red flag, because, well…everyone likes that stuff. If we’d been hanging out offline it would’ve been a red flag because adults talking about about sex with teenagers in a non-educational context is creepy. But in the fandom space, it’s just normal and part of the fun and it was okay because it wasn’t about us, it was about fake people.

So that makes it hard for me to take the discourse seriously, because 1) I don’t think most of you even know what you’re angry about anymore, and 2) sexual fan works and RPs didn’t have the heavy influence in my situation that you think they did. They were a part of the equation, but that woman could’ve easily groomed me even if we’d never talked about sex before we got into a “relationship.” The reason why I could recognize the wrongness of a fictional relationship but not my own was because she had earned my trust and used it to emotionally manipulate me into believing we were an exception.

I think a lot of you have a very…early 2000s after-school special idea of the role fandom can play in grooming and abuse. I think a lot of you imagine a creepy adult sending a teacher/student fic to a 14 year old and saying, “See, this is normal and okay because it’s in a fan fiction.” And I’m not saying that never ever happens, but I think it’s far more common for it to happen the same way it does offline: the adult bonds with the minor over shared interests, earns their trust, makes them feel cool and special, and then uses that trust and goodwill to convince them that the abuse is okay and that other people “don’t/won’t understand.” It’s exactly the same tactics as adult men “dating” high school girls.

I think it’s unproductive at best to go after artists and authors who create the kind of content I was reading back then, because like, I recognized that the fictional scenarios would be wrong IRL and it still didn’t help. I’m betting most people reading AND making that stuff recognize on some level that it’d be wrong IRL. Blaming abuse on fan work and not solely on predators means that one of the ways that predators can gain your trust is by aligning themselves with “antis,” the same way that right wingers can get you to agree with them on anything by dressing it up in progressive language. I dread to say it but I am confident that it’s already happening.

I’m not saying anyone needs to read something they’re uncomfortable with, or interact with people who enjoy those things, but I do think you need to develop some nuance and recognize that the vast majority of people making the sexual content you dislike aren’t doing so for nefarious reasons. Yes, fiction can normalize and perpetuate bad ideas, but fiction isn’t the cause, it’s the symptom. You’re not going to end sexual abuse by witch hunting people who write about, like, teenagers dating and having sex (which, as we all know, definitely doesn’t happen IRL). At best it’s unproductive, and at worst you create an environment where teens feel even greater shame about wanting to explore their sexuality by writing about characters their own age, and adults feel afraid to draw inspiration from their own life experiences for fear someone will call them a predator. Which sucks for everyone, but it also means that queer teens and adults (who are already made to feel like their feelings are dirty and inappropriate) effectively end up closeted and unable to come to terms with their identities and see their experiences represented somewhere.

So…I don’t really have a smooth conclusion here. I just think the shipping discourse is fucking stupid because it assumes a world that runs on Internet Stranger Danger PSA logic.

#personal #erika's blog and bar

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yukinarinn · 3 months

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Mukuro Ikusaba NSFW alphabet?

Of course, sweetie! sorry it took so long. And if some of you are still waiting for me to finish your requests, I will!

Anyway, I hope you like it! and please tell me if you want me to change anything <3

Finishing this one year later, sorry. I’m not sure I’ll write any more fics with this fandom since I’m now into Scream franchise. However I’m glad to be back!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, she’s so caring and gentle towards you. Especially in the shower, she makes sure to clean you up very well and then lay on bed next to you and cuddle, perhaps even coming up with an idea like eating cookies while watching movies before falling asleep with you in her arms!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part of her body must be her abdomen, she loves when you lick it and placing sweet kisses on it, she feels loved and wanted. But talking about her favorite part of your body, I’d assume it’s your neck since I think she could be a dom, biting your neck gently and then going a little rougher is the first thing she does in making out sessions!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Honestly, she loves when you cum on her fingers or.. in her mouth when she’s giving you an oral. It gives her so much confidence.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She sometimes fantasize about you dominating her as well and do all the dirty things she does to you, but this thought immediately vanishes when she remembers how you beg her to fuck you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She wasn’t really into sex until she met you, she never was into meaningless sex so she was pretty much a virgin before meeting you. But now as she knows all your kinks and what you like, and with more practice, she is getting really good at it!

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Definitely missionary. She loves when you’re under her, your chest is more accessible to her as she can kiss, mark you, while she’s also pleasuring you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s usually serious in those moments, loving when things are getting more passionate and when the room is filled with your moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s hella insecure when it comes to this even though you might not care much. She shaves completely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not really a rough dom, she cares a lot about you and wants you to be safe with her. Foreplay is the first thing she does to make you wet and ready for her, along with sweet and long kisses down your sensitive skin.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t touch herself. She is horny but as long as you help out she doesn’t need to do it. However, she did it once years ago out of curiosity.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Not a very kinky person to be honest, unless her partner is. Death spares no attempt.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In your bedroom most of the time, and bathroom. She wouldn’t do it in public since she thinks moments like that are supposed to be intimate and private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your submission, the way you would just squirm under her whenever she lays a finger on you drives her crazy and wants to give you more.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She will never force you into something you don’t want to do and will always ask for consent before anything.

One thing that is however turning her off is when her partner flirts with other people on purpose just so she can get mad and fuck them. Reminder: this doesn’t work on her.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both giving and receiving, but mostly giving. She knows how to use her mouth and wants to show you how good she is at it everytime you have the chance to fuck.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the situation. If it’s a normal day, especially after a dinner date with you, it will lead to slow and sensual sex.

But if you argued earlier and you want to make it up to her somehow, for short make up sex (:>) she will get rougher.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If you need it and she needs it too, yes. It’s fine. But it’s rare when that happens since she loves taking her time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She isn’t into public sex that much and the thought of you getting caught by random people isn’t very appealing. But just like her sister, she loves despair and she would do it only for the sake of it (and you). Likes adrenaline as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Her stamina is pretty high, she can get tired at times but can go for another round once a few minutes has passed. Especially when she’s in her needy mode!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She bought once a vibrator to help you release tension when you’re stressed when she’s not around you, but ended up in her using it on you and you returning the favor. Haha.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mukuro likes to tease. Absolutely loves when she sees your fucked-out face, begging her with your puppy eyes to stop teasing and get to the real thing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She might be pretty loud when you finger fuck her. She tries to hold back her moans sometimes as she can get LOUD though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

She used to make dirty jokes with Junko about you, like, “shoving the vanilla ice cream into her mouth thinking it’s your cum”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Her breasts are average but her thighs are huge, she just doesn’t want people to stare at her legs so she doesn’t wear anything too..slutty. Unless it’s you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly as cold as she might seem, trying so hard to be like her sister and seem like she isn’t interested in anyone but only in hurting people. The yearn is pretty high. She’s just good at hiding it, always wanted Junko to not consider her a freak.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately if the sex was too much even to her, but always makes sure you’re alright before you both go to sleep.

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #dr1 thh #mukuro ikusaba #mukuro x reader #fem reader #danganronpa smut #18+ content

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set-phasers-to-whump · 1 year

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the motherland don't love you, the fatherland don't love you, so why love anything?

prompt: drowning their sorrows

whumpee: kind of all 3 of napoleon solo, illya kuryakin, gaby teller

fandom: the man from uncle

hey!! this fic is a bit different from my usual stuff, it's much more about the angst and kind of the character study type aspect, so it's not whump in a traditional sense. nonetheless i really enjoyed writing it and i hope you like reading it!! (title from ya hey by vampire weekend)

“Listen,” Napoleon says, after his sixth or seventh glass of Scotch. “Fuck the Central Intelligence Agency.”

Gaby raises an eyebrow at him, takes a sip from her glass, and waits for him to say something else.

Napoleon, however, seems to have lost his train of thought. “Fuck the CIA,” he repeats. “Nothing but a bunch of extortionists.”

“Yeah,” Gaby agrees, with the tone of one who doesn’t know exactly what it is they’re agreeing with but who is staunchly in support of it nonetheless. “Fuck the CIA,” she echoes, giggling at the English curse.

Napoleon smiles, then grows serious, evidently having remembered his earlier thoughts. He sets his glass down with a thump.

“No, really. I mean, God knows I’m no saint, but…look at us.” He gestures in a vague circle that encompasses himself, Gaby, and Illya, all painted with bruises and cuts of varying severity, marks of a severely botched mission and the reason for their present collective inebriation.

Napoleon then gestures to himself, prods at his fresh black eye with a bit more force than is wise. “Ow.”

“We do not work for the CIA,” Illya points out, speaking slowly to avoid jumbling his words. “Only you.”

Napoleon scowls at him. “Not the point, Peril. My point is…my point is, how often have we looked like this because of an UNCLE mission?”

Illya shrugs, scrunching up his face like he’s actually trying to count.

Gaby answers for him. “Not very often. Not this bad.”

Napoleon points at her. “Exactly. UNCLE has better intel - well, maybe not this time, but you know - and they actually sort of care about us. Like, Waverly probably wouldn’t threaten me with prison if I was a little cheeky with him. Probably.”

Gaby and Illya both nod.

“And,” Napoleon starts, more to indicate that he wants to keep talking and less to introduce a well thought-out sentence, “and. Okay. I mean, I’ve never been in the KGB and I didn’t grow up in East Berlin, so I can’t really speak for you guys, but my boss here?”

He stops, considers his use of prepositions, realizes they’re not actually in the States at the moment, and rephrases. “Back in the US, I mean. Sanders, my boss, terrible man, really, talking a big game about the country being on top of the world like he’s the one who put it there. Anyway. He threatens me with prison pretty much weekly.”

Gaby looks at him intently. “Can he actually send you to prison?”

Napoleon shrugs, does his best to be nonchalant. “Probably. It wouldn’t be too hard to convince whoever it is that needs convincing. I mean, sure, I’m useful as an agent, but at the end of the day I’m nothing but a dirty thief who should worship the ground the CIA…well, I guess the CIA as like, a thing, can’t walk, but you know…I should worship the ground the CIA walks on because they kept me out of prison. Not that working for them is anything like freedom.”

“I understand,” Gaby says, leaning slightly against Napoleon’s shoulder, partly as a gesture of comfort and solidarity and partly because everything has gone a little spinny. She waits until the feeling subsides, then speaks up again.

“In Berlin, they trap us. East Germany is supposed to be a good place, that’s what they tell you, but then they build this wall through the city. And what are we supposed to do? We can’t go over it, they will kill us. It’s like they don’t understand that it’s the same city on both sides. There’s no freedom like that. I don’t even miss it.”

She falls silent, finishes her drink, pours another, contemplates it for a moment.

“I do miss it, I guess. Is it possible to not miss your home?”

Her eyes have gone a bit glassy. Unconsciously, she rubs at the fresh red scratch on her cheek.

“It isn’t like East Germany ever cared about me. Or anyone, really. Do you know how many people they arrest every day? For nothing. They questioned me about my birth father once. Two years ago they arrested my neighbor for…how is it in English? Sed… something. They said he was against the state. He was only a painter.”

“Sedition,” Napoleon chimes in, shaking his head.

Gaby nods. “That’s it. Sedition.” She pronounces the word carefully, committing it to memory. “And even then I - I do miss it. Even after everything. There is nothing left for me there, no one. Still, sometimes I think about how I can never go back, and I think it should feel like…like freedom, but it doesn’t.”

She leans more heavily into Napoleon and shuts her eyes. She will not cry over this. Over a place that does not care for her in the slightest. Over a place that she is indifferent to and misses in the same breath.

A soft silence. Gaby scrubs at her eyes. Illya shifts slightly in his chair, keenly aware of the fact that it would seem to be his turn.

He finishes the last of his drink - he doesn’t know what it is, something Napoleon made that had tasted good earlier but is now horribly bitter. He doesn’t know how many of these terrible drinks he’s had. He should have kept count. He shouldn’t be so drunk. But he is, and so his tongue is loosened. He takes a deep breath and tries not to wince when his bruised ribs protest.

“My father was not a good man,” he says, and then stops. Napoleon and Gaby both look at him, attentive. He looks away, continues after a beat.

“He was arrested. Sent to Gulag. He stole money from the Party. I thought, they will kill him. But he is still alive. No one can see him. They will maybe tell me when he dies, I don’t know.”

He pauses, considers, formulates the English words. “He is a criminal. Or else they would have freed him. He is in prison for almost twenty years. Oleg Grigorievich, he says to me sometimes… Solo,” he says suddenly, looking at his partner.

Napoleon looks back at him with startling intensity. “Yeah?”

“You said that Sanders, he threatens you with prison, yes?” Illya asks, and then barrels on atop of Napoleon’s affirmative answer.

“Oleg Grigorievich also does this. He tells me I will end up in Siberia like my father if I do not perform well. I love my country, I will die for my country, but…I do not love him.”

Gaby nods seriously. “Fuck Oleg Gri…gorievich,” she proclaims, pausing in the middle of the patronymic to hiccup. Napoleon snorts, and she elbows him. He winces.

“Your elbows are sharp. And I already have a bruise,” he complains.

“Sorry,” Gaby apologizes, mostly sincerely.

Illya looks at them. He is beginning to think he should not have begun speaking, because now he is not sure that he can stop.

“I am good at my work. KGB needs me. I am happy to work for my country. But…”

“Go on,” Napoleon encourages, leaning forward.

“We won’t tell anyone,” Gaby adds. “Nobody tells anyone anything.”

“Except each other.”

“Obviously.”

“I was just making sure!”

“But,” Illya continues, and Napoleon and Gaby turn their attention back to him. “You are nice to me.”

He doesn’t say anything else. His face feels hot and his throat feels tight. For a very long moment all three of them just look at each other.

And then, as if by design (though neither one of them had spoken to the other), both Gaby and Napoleon get up and grab hold of Illya’s hands.

“What are you doing?” Illya asks, scarcely moving despite their straining.

“Come sit with us,” Gaby says.

“Please?” Napoleon adds. “So we can all be miserable together.”

“We are already together,” Illya points out.

“Come on, please?” Gaby asks.

Illya heaves another sigh that has him wincing. “Okay.”

He lets them pull him to his feet. For a second he gets horribly dizzy and he has to close his eyes. When he opens them again, he’s leaning against Napoleon and Gaby has her hands on his back.

“I’m fine,” he says. “Just dizzy.”

“So’m I,” Gaby agrees. “Come on, let’s sit.”

The three of them stumble back to the couch and sink down onto it rather ungracefully. Napoleon ends up in the middle, with Illya curled into the corner beside him and Gaby lying her head on his leg.

“I’m glad you ruined my car,” Gaby suddenly says, not moving her head from its pillow.

“What?” Napoleon asks. “We destroyed it. Beautiful car, too.”

Gaby shrugs as best as she can given her current position. “If you didn’t ruin my car, we would not be here now.”

She does have a point, Napoleon figures. “I’m glad we’re here,” he adds. “Working for the CIA is mostly terrible. Working with you is fun. You’re…” He trails off, unsure of or unwilling to fully voice any further words.

Illya shifts a little closer to them, carefully. “At home I am part of machine. I do not mind this, but with you I am something else. Not a machine.”

“Just a person,” Gaby says. “More free.”

It’s different for her, she knows. Her career as a spy has been with Waverly alone. The only person controlling her is someone she trusts and likes.

And yet Napoleon agrees. “Yeah,” he says, slowly. “I mean, Sanders is still in charge of me, but so is Waverly, and with UNCLE I’m not a prisoner of the US government, or at least I don’t feel like one. Maybe one of these days I won’t be, I don’t know. I’d work for UNCLE, with you guys, even if it was my choice, is what I mean, I suppose.”

“I am maybe not so free at home,” Illya chimes in, leaning slightly onto Napoleon. “This is how it is, I don’t mind. It is important that there is an order, things like this. But we…we care about each other, yes?”

It takes Gaby and Napoleon a second to realize that they’re being asked a question here.

“Of course,” says Napoleon.

“Obviously,” Gaby agrees.

“Okay. We care about each other. And maybe so does Waverly. This is different. I am…I have…I can be something else here. And that is good too.”

“Well put,” says Napoleon. “Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m feeling a little bit too drunk and a lot bit like I’d like to go to sleep.”

“Me too,” Gaby chimes in.

“Yes,” agrees Illya.

“And I’m not moving.”

“Me either.”

“I will stay.”

Napoleon nods slowly, closing his eyes when this makes him too dizzy. “Glad we’re agreed.”

They rearrange themselves as best as they can, which involves a lot of shuffling around, grabbing of arms for support, and general wincing. Eventually, they manage to configure themselves in a reasonably comfortable manner, all stacked and tangled together.

“Goodnight,” Gaby mumbles, voice muffled by the fabric of Napoleon’s shirt.

“Night,” Napoleon echoes, already half asleep with his face pressed into a cushion.

“Goodnight,” Illya concludes, head propped up at a slightly uncomfortable angle against the armrest.

In the morning, there will be pounding headaches, empty glasses and bottles to clean up, and various injuries to check in on. But for now, there is only silence and comfort. There is only them.

thanks for reading! this was a whole different kind of beast to write but i really loved getting to explore their characters like this, i have so many thoughts about them that don't often get to come through in my usual 'beat them up' fics. i hope you enjoyed this!!

#bad things happen bingo #drowning their sorrows #the man from uncle #illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #gaby teller #drunk #angst #emotional whump #i say things #my writing #i have been wanting to use that lyric as a title for a fic like this for ages im so thrilled it's finally getting out there lol #also i have never written so much drunk conversation before. hope it felt natural-ish.#also also had to make up a patronymic for oleg. felt weird to only call him by his first name but that's all we get in canon ough #back to the title real quick tho #idk i just am obsessed with that lyric and how it relates to them and this idea of like your country not giving a shit about you #and what do you do with that? maybe you say fuck it i love my country even if it doesn't love me back or maybe you say i don't care but #maybe really you still do. or maybe you don't care about it at all. but then what does that mean for you in terms of home?#(it means it's people.)#yeah. sorry. many thoughts.#woah editing tags for the first time. forgot that was a thing you could do on desktop.#ok bye for now love uuuuu

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strawberryjamsara · 1 year

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i wanna add to the other guy that i do think wxs are parallels to n25 BUT i don't think tsukasa is a parallel to mafuyu other than the sekai thing. kanade and tsukasa are clearly set up as parallels and not mafuyu and tsukasa. they both become invested in composing/acting to make a family member happy and said family became hospitalized/used to be hospitalized. it makes me sad how people just kind of ignore emu and mafuyu being narrative foils to each other because they want to make the silly guy angsty when the silly girl has way more angst potential that everyone ignores

THE FANDOM DOES EMU SO DIRTY. She’s basically reduced to silly girl with no other character traits meanwhile her VERY FIRST CARD STORY shows Honami noticing her secret sad side. The og WXS story on the Ferris wheel she says she wasn’t talking about her problems to not get in anyones way but is giving up on her own dreams of getting the stage back because it isn’t making other people happy. You know who tells her not to give up? TSUKASA.

Tsukasa loves helping out other people, because making others happy makes him happy. He’s loud and brash and overconfident and can come off as a real ass, but he’s giving and kind and loving of others! He may sometimes be exasperated with Emus shenanigans but if she’s sad he will drop everything to stand up for her! Rui’s inventions scare the shit out of him but he’d never call him weird! He’d never have the guy any other way not because he’s faking it, he shouts what he’s thinking at all times when something is annoying him, but because he’s just a genuinely sweet guy! Canon Tsukasa is a great character, but the fandom makes him an angst magnet!

Then there’s the issue of his relationship to Saki. I love Saki so much, and using her only to propel Tsukasa’s sadness is not just a disservice to Saki’s character, it’s also frankly disgusting. Saki is not Tsukasa’s burden, she is his favorite person in the whole world, the reason he became a star, the reason he met Wonderlands x Showtime, his dearest sister. And as the previous person said, Saki was the one who suffered in the hospital all those years. I’m not going to say having a sibling with health issues isn’t hard, but the fact that all the focus goes to Tsukasa is just not how it should be done.

For the Kanade parallels, I personally didn’t think of those before but I think if you want N25 parallels with WXS that could be fun! Tsukasa wants to make people happy with his shows, and it stemmed from a family member in the hospital. Maybe you could use this to explore Kanades relationship to her father and how it differs with Tsukasa and Saki and how Kanade’s self destructive savior complex could one day grow into something more nourishing like Tsukasas love of theater!

Anyways Tsukasa is a good character but the fandom has him all wrong.

#project sekai #tsukasa tenma #saki tenma #kanade yoisaki #emu ootori #ask #colorful stage

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the1975attheirverybest · 11 months

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Oooh give us your thoughts on the New Yorker article if you're up to it?

Sure! I mean, I’m not sure I have anything original to say. Just that I didn’t like it that much. I guess it was as good as it could possibly be when written by someone who doesn’t seem to know much about Matty. I mean, I commend the author she did her research and seems to even have interviewed some of the crew. It wasn’t lazy journalism or anything. She just didn’t seem to get why Matty does what he does, and as a result, whenever she’d be quoting him, he’d come off as pretentious.

I know, I know. We joke in the fandom that he’s the most pretentious guy ever. But he’s really not. He’s very down-to-earth and humble and doesn’t take himself too seriously. I think people fail to see that. (By people I mean non-fans) like she did a lot of work to “contextualize him.” Talking about the George Floyd thing and him quitting Twitter, his memes on Instagram described as “makes fun of himself as well as his own fans.” Or whatever it was that she said. But….the more information she gave to try and give people more context, the more ridiculous it all sounded. What’s that thing she said about him silencing himself to make room for women or whatever cuz he put Greta on Notes? Do you see what I’m saying? I REALLY doubt that Marty was sitting there thinking “it is time for me, a man, to stfu so that a woman, Greta, may speak.” That sounds pompous. It happened a lot more organically than that. He was thinking about topical stuff. Struck my the environment discourse, Greta happened to the voice of the moment, he had this thing about releasing singles so that they are relevant, not in 6 months time when the record would be sent off for Vinyl because the news cycle changes so fast, it needed to be about what’s happening NOW. And it was Greta. Simple as that. Like it was the album ethos that affected his choice. It’s just that he’s usually irreverent and gets ticked off by outdated societal attitudes so it shows in his work and personality. But he’s not like deliberately being woke to make a point. So when she says he’s uncomfortable with fans praising his morality….but the article is doing exactly that. Do you see what I mean by she doesn’t get it?

The thing about Matty is, though he might deliver certain lines, jokes, or statements with a straight face, he’s not a serious guy. Like he doesn’t take himself seriously. That’s I guess why he comes off as a “troll.” He’s the sort of person that you have to tilt your head a tiny bit in order to see him clearly. And….she’s not tilting her head when writing about him. So, she captures SOME of his traits, but it’s foggy and out of context and comes off as kind of….I don’t know what the verbal equivalence of guy in black and white French movie sipping a coffee outside a cafe and twirling his thin mustache. You know what I mean? Makes him seem too overly philosophical when the first line in the article says that he hates the idea of artists being liberal academics.

And I don’t know who commissioned the article: whether it was jamie/dirty hit. Or The New Yorker approaching Matty, or as the swifties claimed “Taylor’s team wanting good press for him.” But if the goal of it was to introduce him to a wider public than his fans who already know him, then that’s not a great image of him. Makes me seem like the kinda guy you meet in your first year philosophy seminar. Also i don’t know that the New Yorkers subscribers are the target audience of the 1975 haha. I say that as a former subscriber myself. Keyword: FORMER.

IRONY! That’s the word I’m looking for!!! Matty is a pretty ironic guy, and The New Yorker takes itself

Too seriously to have fun and play with irony. That’s it!

Coulda just said those two sentences lmao. Anyways yeah. I hope this makes any sense???

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 2 years

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SEBASTIAN, kirei, gilgamesh, the darkling, alina, zoya, genya, nikolai, rhysand, feyre. this will keep you busy i am sorry. but i had to add the last two for the suffering

I already did Sebastian!

Fate Characters

Kirei:

I love him! No notes. I’ve said this before but watching Zero with no context was really funny because he’s introduced in a fairly low key way but it’s immediately like “WHAT is wrong with this man?” simply because of the (english dub and original) voice actor choices.

Frankly he’s got to be the main highlight of the series for me. He’s this very fun combination of fun!horrible, gross, and miserable. I love the wildly different bullshit he gets up to depending on the Stay Night route. I do wish he was slightly more present sometimes but Heavens Feel III was really awesome about giving him some very fun scenes.

I do wish we got some more Emiya Gohan style fluff content featuring him? Or something focusing on the post Zero, pre Stay Night days. But that doesn’t have much to do with the story proper lol.

My main main critique of Stay Night is lack of focus on his relationship with Rin, though that ties into my general “Stay Night should be about Rin” complaint tbh! But yeah we never see her react at all to his various villain reveals? Like in UBW he kidnaps her, or in Stay Night (Saber route) he fucking stabs her. She generally seems really unfazed by any of it! If she expected him to be that evil all along, I want to see more of why! If she didn’t, then I’d like his reveal to have any impact?

Gilgamesh:

Gilgamesh is SO interesting! His lore is a little harder for me to follow because the majority seems to be in FGO and/or Strange Fake and I have less familiarity with either. (I still do not understand how the fuck FGO works)

But just the differences between Archer and Caster Gilgamesh are so wild. And also simply from a craft perspective, I don’t often see a character who’s allowed to run such a wild gamut between unambiguous villain and protagonist. So just seeing that big of a range is very cool.

Grishaverse Characters

The Darkling:

I love him so much. He’s so fucking awful and petty and stupid. I’m forever pissed off that the fandom does NOT appreciate him for the mess that he is, and instead see him as this boring woobie who’s never done anything wrong in his life. The sheer wasted potential in terms of fandom content is so sad because he’s so popular! But no one’s actually bothering to engage with the character.

In terms of “wasted potential” and “done dirty by the creator” I just think that KoS was. uh. garbage. I actually liked his RoW shenanigans a lot. But choosing to bring him back via bee goddess was stupid, sorry. Also I think there was a lot of wasted potential in TGT wrt how one note his role was. LB “killed him off” at the end of each book and then at the start of the next one he’s always like “nvm I’m back! and more insane!” which on one level is iconic af. But also I think she could’ve done more interesting things with him.

Also I’ve said this before I think but I would’ve loved to see more focus on what he actually does once he’s briefly in power. He *is* ruling the country for the first time, after wanting to for who knows how many centuries. I would’ve loved to see what he even attempted to do, if anything. And if he did literally nothing and only focused on hunting down Alina? Then that itself would’ve been a fairly powerful point to focus on, because it highlights how all his noble talk of bettering the country and saving people is utter bullshit.

Alina:

I love her! She deserved so much better! It’s really frustrating how KoS completely sidelined her and then brought back the Darkling to undercut her arc and all her sacrifices.

On the one hand, I kind of respect the sentiment of like “let her rest.” But hardcore not for this series when the R&R feels like it’s forcibly shoving her back in the kitchen and admonishing her for ever wanting anything else :/

Idk the misogyny inherent to Alina’s storyline just makes me really sad for her!

Zoya:

I love her a lot but she’s just so unevenly written rip. Also like I don’t really appreciate the retconned race swapping for brownie points. I understand and respect LB wanting to make the series more diverse but the way this was done leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

I feel like KoS just pivoted her character into such a completely different direction and then turned around and insisted that actually she’s always been like that lol. Making her Alina 2.0 Girlboss Version just did not work for me, I already really liked Zoya for Zoya.

Genya:

Genya had the single most interesting in S&B but then I feel like she got hardcore sidelined as the story progressed. She just never was as dynamic after that, and I feel like that was LB struggling to balance too many plot threads. I just wish she had more going on and more to do as the story progressed.

Also it really creeps me out how people in the fandom talk about her. Particularly Darkling stans. But ugh.

Nikolai:

Love him! Hate his duology!

He’s a character that, while always delightful to read about, is also most interesting to me conceptually. I just wish LB had done more with him.

Especially with KoS, like I was really disappointed with the utter lack of engagement with post monster trauma.

ACOTAR Characters:

Rhysand:

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

Rhysand pisses me off so bad because he had SO MUCH potential. He’s so fucking interesting in ACOTAR. And then literally everything in ACOMAF onwards happens.

Feyre:

Idk did she even really have a personality? Especially as the series progresses she’s just reduced to a caricature that knows nothing but judging other people and being horny for Rhysand.

Send me a character and I’ll do a bingo board for them!

#character bingo #ask games #I might add more acotar thoughts later but I was losing steam at that point lol #fate series #grishaverse #acotar #all the bendy punctuations #I ramble sometimes

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yletylyf · 2 years

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Severus Avery please. A snippet if you are willing.

Thanks for asking! The idea behind this fic is this popular notion in fandom that Eileen, Severus's mum, was probably supposed to marry a pureblood and ran away from home to marry a Muggle instead. This fic explores what Severus would be like if Eileen had gone ahead and married a pureblood - here, an Avery - and what about Severus would change and what wouldn't.

Severus having a crush on Lily Evans at school is something I thought wouldn't change, but it does make their discussion a little different from their canon talks when Severus visits her in Cokeworth one summer. Snippet below the cut!

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“And how far do you have to go back in your bloodline before you find a Muggle?” Evans asked pointedly.

“I don’t actually know,” said Severus, a little amused at the question. “All four of my grandparents claim they can trace their ancestry without any Muggles all the way back to the middle ages, but that has to be an exaggeration, right? Or someone lied about it if they did marry a Muggle. There aren’t that many witches and wizards in Britain. If we didn’t marry Muggles, we’d die out.”

Evans let out a giggle. “I can’t believe those words just came out of your mouth. What would your grandfather say?”

Severus flashed her a shy grin. “I’d never say that in front of him,” Severus admitted.

Evans turned uphill, and ducked into a little copse of trees. It was a surprisingly peaceful, beautiful site, belying the dirty world around it. She sat down on the ground, without a care for her clothes.

“I first came here when I ran away from home for a few hours when I was eleven. My sister was really mean to me, and said magic wasn’t real and McGonagall lied to us,” said Evans. “I think of it as my special place—I’ve never brought anyone else here before.”

“I’m honored,” said Severus solemnly, sinking onto the ground beside her.

“Avery,” said Evans, giving him a very serious look. “What is it you want out of life?”

He blinked at her, taken off guard. “Oh. No one has ever asked me that before.”

“What are your hopes and dreams? What do you value?”

“I love my family,” he said, also very serious. “I wouldn’t give them up for anything. I want to grow up like my great-grandfather Cirroc Avery, who is the strongest person I know. He’s a hundred and four and has shepherded the family through everything that life has thrown at us.”

“Hmm,” said Evans. “And what would your family say if they saw you sitting here with a Muggle-born?”

“Ah,” said Severus, wishing she hadn’t asked that. “Well, nothing very… nice.”

“Then if you love your family so much, what are you doing here?”

Severus shrugged. “I love them but that doesn’t make them right about everything, does it?”

“So you’re sitting here telling me that you don’t believe in blood purity?” She sounded skeptical.

Severus leaned forward earnestly. “I mean, I won’t deny that I loved growing up in a big magical family, but do I think I’m better than you because of it? No.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “What else do you want out of life?”

“I’ve never really thought about it. I like learning magic, and becoming more powerful, and unlocking the secrets of things.”

“You’ve always been mad that I do better at you in school, haven’t you?” said Evans. She laughed, but it wasn’t a smug laughter—it was a happy, bubbly laugh that made Severus’s insides squirm in funny ways.

“I was mad at first for sure,” agreed Severus. “But after a while I was just really impressed with you. What about you? What do you want from life?”

“I just want to be safe,” she said, a shadow passing over her face. “I want to fall in love and have children and grow old. And that seems less and less likely every day.”

Severus made a sudden movement; for a second, he wanted to reach out and grab her hand and tell her everything would be okay. But he stopped himself. She hadn’t indicated it was okay to touch her, and… well, the words would be a lie.

#ask #tag game #about my fic

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wickedjaime · 2 years

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Hello. I have recently re-read ASOIAF after taking a longer break from the fandom, mostly due to the way the blasted show ended. I feel like I’m in a much better mindset about it all now but I kind of want to hear what are other people’s thoughts on some of the things I’ve been wondering about regarding the show and the books. I hope you won't mind the three questions I'm about to send in.

Hey anon, sorry for the late reply. Thanks for trusting me and valuing my input, it's nice to hear from you. Hope you're still around! <3 Disclaimer that the whole mess with show Jaime (and Cersei, she was also done dirty)'s ending still really pisses me off, so prepare for a rant.

Anyway, here's my answers to your questions:

1) I know you think Jaime will have a different ending in the books and I feel the same. But if we assume that Jaime and Cersei dying together is something D&D got from GRRM (and assuming he hasn’t changed his mind about it), what do you think would be a way to get Jaime to that ending in a way that would make sense for his character and wouldn’t be a regression?

There's no way to have Jaime die with Cersei and NOT have it fuck up his story. Jaime's story is one of identity, where he reclaims the person he is when he is freed not only by the cage that working under Westeros' false knighthood put him in, but Cersei's abuse. And Jaime without Cersei isn't someone who will die just because his "other half" is gone, because Cersei ISN'T his other half, that's the entire point. Beyond appearance and surface level petty traits, the Lann twins are nothing alike, definitely not on a spiritual level enough for it to make sense for them to die at the same time. They are opposites in the ways that truly matter, and nothing would solidify that more if one dies while the other lives, or if their deaths are not connected in the slightest.

The notion that they will die together because they're the same person is rhetoric born of that twisted toxicity of their relationship, the narcissistic abuse Cersei has inflicted that's put them both under the delusion that Jaime only exists to be Cersei's mirror. Jaime believed this before the start of his character arc, in the early books when he was still in love with Cersei and hadn't "woken up" about who he wanted to be and about who Cersei really is.

I mean, look at the difference in how the twins talk about the concept of them dying together:

"The Boltons skin their enemies." Jaime remembered that much about the northman. Tyrion would have known all there was to know about the Lord of the Dreadfort, but Tyrion was a thousand leagues away, with Cersei. I cannot die while Cersei lives, he told himself. We will die together as we were born together.

—ASOS, Jaime IV

"My queen," said Qyburn, "have you . . . forgotten? Ser Jaime has no sword hand. If he should champion you and lose . . ."

We will leave this world together, as we once came into it.

—AFFC, Cersei X

The context of these quotes are quite telling to how the twins see how the "shared lifeforce" works in terms of balance. In Jaime's quote, he is wary of Roose Bolton's wrath, but assures himself by reminding himself that whatever Roose does to him, he will survive it because Cersei being alive proves he's not fated to die yet. It's an incorrect, concerning, and disturbingly codependent notion, but ultimately a relatively selfless perspective on the concept.

Meanwhile with Cersei, Qyburn points out that asking Jaime to be her champion is literally asking him to kill himself. She would be sending him to his death for nothing. And Cersei's thought is pretty much "Yes, exactly."

With Jaime, it's "I cannot live without Cersei." With Cersei, it's "Jaime will not live without me."

Obviously, as of Feast, Jaime no longer believes his life is beholden to Cersei's, as he nonchalantly thinks that she might even be dead already, slaughtered by the Faith that he abandoned her to after he burned her letter. But Cersei still believes this because it benefits her and gives her the control her narcissism craves. In Feast, Cersei confirms that she wants Jaime to be her champion in her trial of combat, knowing that while he has no chance of winning due to his disability, he should still come and die with her because he is her twin, her property, her "shadow," as she literally called him in Feast, and therefore, must die with her, as he is just an extension of her, nothing more. She refuses to allow him to live while she is dead. She would control his life even in her last moments, taking him down with her out of spite and delusion about him existing only to fuel her narcissism. It would be absolutely fucked if her delusion and wishes actually comes to pass, where Jaime dies the moment Cersei does just because... what, Cersei said so? How does this tie with Jaime's journey of identity? That he dared to be his own person outside of just being his sister's shadow, and he was wrong to do so? Jaime dying with Cersei just says that Jaime was wrong to try to be his own person, that Cersei was right—that he is only her property, only her life and soul in another body, someone with no agency of his own, so without her, he has no reason to exist.

But Book Cersei is nearly wrong about everything. If Cersei said the sky was blue, it would turn green to spite her (or because it's lit ablaze with her wildfire that she sets on King's Landing... I believe she will burn King's Landing btw, not Dany lol).

If Jaime dies with Cersei because "they are two halves of the same whole and should leave the world together as they entered it", then his entire story is a waste of time, and needn't have happened. Just keep him in the role he was in book one, where he had no POV or arc, because that is the exact same death that would be fitting for his book one/pre Storm/arc self.

With that being said, to answer your question... I suppose there's only one way this premise could happen and it would be like, 95% fucked up instead of a full 100% fucked up: if Jaime kills Cersei to stop her from setting King's Landing ablaze, and dies from the wounds he got from Cersei defending herself against him (because hell yeah she's gonna fight him back, she's Cersei fucking Lannister and will go out like a boss, however she dies). At least then, it wouldn't be some nonsense of him choosing to die with Cersei like he did in the show, or the inane idea of him committing suicide after killing Cersei, as a lot of book readers believe. He would still die trying to be someone outside of Cersei's influence, not willingly being her puppet. Bonus points if his last word is Brienne's name or something. Lol. Still hate this idea though. I have no issues with the concept of Jaime dying, as long as it's in service to his arc and doesn't confirm Cersei was right this whole time. No. Cersei and Tywin have to continue to be wrong about stuff, thank you.

2) I think that D&D went completely rouge with the story but I also see Brienne/Jaime happening on the show as the ultimate confirmation that they’ll happen in the books. D&D are obsessed with twincest and changed the story to keep them together as long as possible. If book Jaime and Brienne were meant to be platonic, I don’t think they’d include them on the show. Obviously, their relationship will progress differently. What do you think their trajectory will be in the books?

Not to sound bitchy when I say this, but Braime happening in the show doesn't confirm that JB will be canon in the books—all of the foreshadowing for JB's romance in the books prove that all on their own. Though yes I agree that D&D wouldn't have even begrudgingly allowed Braime to be together for half a second if GRRM hadn't told them JB would be in love in the books. Their compromise was making it not "love" but a fling Larry did to keep his dick wet while he and Carol were on a break.

As for how I think JB will get together in the books, I've said it before I'm sure, but basically I think Brienne's betrayal on Jaime via Stoneheart will take a toll on them and cause strife, but also make them realize they need each other. Stoneheart is Brienne's Aerys in that just like Aerys she is the figure Brienne vowed to protect, but must kill for the greater good. Going through this will only make Brienne get closer to Jaime, and though Jaime will be angry over the betrayal, he will have empathy for Brienne over her situation with killing Stoneheart and mourning Cat.

Jaime will learn that Brienne literally would have died for him had it not been for Pod, and that will be a BIG deal for him because NO ONE has ever shown such a selfless love for him. He's always been the giver in all his relationships, so to finally be on the receiving end is vital. On Brienne's end, I believe Jaime, in his anger and hurt over Brienne's betrayal, will reveal Renly's secret cruelty to Brienne, that he had no love for her and purposefully manipulated her love/crush on him to trick her into dying for him. That will make Brienne think about who deserves her devotion and who doesn't.

3) I feel like I was so frustrated with the end of the show because it felt like it was going to be the only ending to this story that we were going to get. I’m still relatively hopeful about getting TWOW but pretty pessimistic about ADOS. I’ve seen some theories about how someone else could take over and finish the books if GRRM wouldn’t be able to do it himself but I’m not sure I would trust anyone else with it. Do you think we’ll ever get to read the end of the story?

No lmao. I go back and forth with believing we're getting Winds, but Dream will stay just that—a Dream. With GRRM playing the Hollywood and still working with HBO to make fanfic of his shit instead of working on the source material, it's just ain't happening. Would love if he proved me wrong but. Yeahhhh

That's about it, thanks again for your patience and indulging my salty clownery <3

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