Teen!Rudy visiting teen!Ghost: How many swords do you have?
Teen!Ghost: Sword of a lot
Teen!Rudy, immediately turning to leave the room: Blocked
Teen!Ghost, jumping in front of him: Parried!
Teen!Rudy: *stares intensely with his eye twitching*
Teen!Ghost: Uh-
(Downstairs)
Teen!Gaz: Ale, do you think it was a good idea to leave Rudy and Si alone?
Teen!Alejandro, focused on his switch: Rudy can defend himself
Teen!Gaz, hearing a yelp: Yea, that’s what I’m concerned about
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the thing that makes amy Work as a character to me is that her story is really absurdly horrific from the outset. the doctor makes one mistake completely unthinking and suddenly this little girl’s entire life is defined and lashed to him. it sort of justifies the turn into “doctor as trickster god” that eleven gets because he really does have that much power over people right. And it’s not his fault and he feels guilty but he’s trapped this woman in his orbit and she gets her memories zapped 600 billion times has schrodingers cat parents husband erased from existence gets turned into a flesh monster forced to give birth gets her baby stolen grows up in a haunted house with an evil alien lives a bunch of alternate parallel lives that never happened it’s so uncanny and wretched and strange and is just sort of left to sit it’s not addressed And she loves him fixates on him lives for him resurrects him. he sort of created her right and she created him. he STOLE her CHILDHOOD!!!!!! he stole this girl without even thinking about it. you can see it on his face sometimes when he talks to her but only sometimes.
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the real problem with The Silmarillion is that the creative sandbox is SO big, from the literal world map to the many-millennia timeline to the characters who are half historical figure constructed from 6 different half-contradictory drafts, half mythical archetype, and don’t even get me STARTED on the theological philosophy… that there is NO chance anyone else will remotely properly write the fic in your head. In other fandoms, I can be pretty sure that at least the people in the carefully chosen 12-person discord server I belong to all have the same fic in their heads that we jammed together at 2am, with the same interpretations of character and theme which we’ve debated and discussed at length. But The Silmarillion? You can spend 3 hours discussing a single character in like a 5-year period and walk away completely happy with shared headcanons BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY certain that their interpretation of the character is fundamentally different than yours, such that any fic they write would suffer from notable if not severe “he would not fucking say that” disorder…and that both your and their interpretations are completely reasonable reads of the text, so you can’t even be mad.
So you HAVE to write ALL your own fic or it’s AGONIZING.
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A Threesome with Cyno and Tighnari Be Like:
Tighnari is sandwiched between you and Cyno, his dick pumping into your tight, warm hole, while Cyno’s dick is pumping into Tighnari. You’re facing Tighnari on his lap, playing with and massaging his ears to add to his overall pleasure, while Cyno is holding onto the base of the fennec fox’s tail, occasionally tugging on it to elicit a reaction out of him. It’s clear from his panting and jumbled speech that your partner is enjoying himself between you two.
And while you stare into Tighnari’s bliss-filled eyes, face flush and lost in the euphoria of the situation, you suddenly get an idea.
A terrible idea.
You grin and let out a chuckle, turning your attention to the Mahamatra who was focused solely on the task at hand. Said task being getting both him and Tighnari off. Your grin widened as the idea swirling in that mischievous, little head of yours.
“Hey, Cyno.”
Ruby red eyes met yours, pupils dilated with lust. He doesn’t say anything, but you know you have his attention, even though he’s still thrusting into your partner.
“Tighnari’s part fox, right?”
The male looked a bit confused at your question, as if wondering how you could not know this after being with them this long. You could feel Tighnari’s ear twitch in your hand, a clear sign of shared confusion and mild irritation. But despite the odd inquiry, Cyno still nodded his head at you, waiting ever so patiently to see where this was leading.
Your grin widened even more before you playfully said:
“Ah, no way, you got to be kit-in-me.”
You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the bewildered expression on the man’s face, eyes blinking owlishly at you. Tighnari, on the other hand, had stiffened up the moment you uttered the terrible joke, both ears twitching in agitation.
Yet, you continued.
“You see, I said “kit-in-me” instead of “kidding me.” Because a baby fox is called a kit, and Tighnari is part fox. And he currently has his dick in my pussy, which could lead to pregnancy, thus leading to a kit in me. Get it? It’s funny ‘cause I made a pun on the word kit and kidding.”
At your explanation, your partner’s eye lit up in realization, a small smile twitching at the corners. He pressed his face into the other’s back, a few muffled chuckles escaping. At this, you started to laugh whole heartedly, making Cyno’s own laughs increase, even with his face still shoved into Tighnari’s shoulder.
While you two chuckleheads were laughing it up, Tighnari was left stuck between you two in seething irritation. His tail now flicking in annoyance, ears flattened back, and eyes glaring off into space. The whole atmosphere had been shifted and neither you nor Cyno were railing him anymore, but instead, were laughing at his expense.
But it’s okay, Tighnari thought, you and Cyno can continue laughing it up on the couch tonight, both blueballed.
Basically:
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