#also he has a HUGE FUCKING FLAIL
Text
Valen Shadowbreath...I pray every day that he becomes more famous cause he LITERALLY HAS IT ALL
#he's brooding but secretly a dork#he's shy but a hulking mass in heavy armor#he has horns and a tail#he's a redhead#he's troubled but deeply principled#he's tortured by his past his nature#chivalrous but gets flustered so easily#also he has a HUGE FUCKING FLAIL#valen shadowbreath#neverwinter nights#hordes of the underdark#nwn will get a remaster never but could you IMAGINE if it did
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
I wanna talk about The Angel Who Would Be Crowley.
Because I had a certain set of expectations, which got thoroughly trashed in the first five minutes of S2, and my genuine response is, "Oh, fuck, yup. You're right. That's WAY better."
Looking around at GO fandom, I'm not alone in this. So let's talk about it.
Basically, a lot of people (myself included) believed that he was a high-ranking angel, and therefore as chilly and remote as every other powerful angel we'd seen at that point. We pictured Crowley-To-Be as long-haired, regal and imposing --and the fanart at the time reflected this. I'd link some if Tumblr didn't hate links.
Something like this:
We were collectively drawing on a few things --mostly, Crawly's appearance and general bearing in the Biblical scenes of S1--
--But also scattered hints of his importance, backed up by conspicuous absences in Heaven and a few profound displays of power. That's all better covered elsewhere, so I won't reiterate the arguments here. All I'm saying is: I think our headcanons were justified.
But it turns out he was this:
!!!
With his curly little--!!
And his neat white--!!
IT TURNS OUT, he was an angel who squeaked and squealed when he was happy; who flailed his arms around and made explosion noises with his mouth to explain nebulas; who preened when told his stars were pretty. Furfur, who knew him before the Fall, says:
"You used to jump on me back, little monkey in a waistcoat..."
(The use of a diminutive there, 'little'...oh, that fascinates me.)
In a pretty huge subversion of expectations, we're given these glimpses of an angel who was sweet, and joyful, and heart-meltingly silly.
In sum...an innocent.
(Perhaps innocent to a troubling degree.
We see how he troubles Aziraphale, during their first conversation. He starts looking around and behind them, checking to make sure that no one can HEAR the blithe and reckless things coming out of this angel's mouth. This angel who talks like he's never been reprimanded in his life; like it's never occurred to him that anyone would want to hurt him.
Before the Beginning, Aziraphale understood Heaven better than he did. The danger is plainly occurring to Aziraphale.)
So now, we the viewers are in on a cruel joke that Aziraphale has known all along, which is that this --THIS-- is the angel who--
*checks notes*
--did a million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulphur. For asking questions.
...Imagine you are Aziraphale, and everything inside you wants to believe Heaven are the Good Guys, and God is Good and Everything She does is capital-R Right...and now try to reconcile that. Keep trying. I don't think he ever totally managed it in 6000 years.
All this gets further complicated when we learn that, despite all of the above, we were still right. That sweet excitable babby up there?
He WAS a powerful and high-ranking angel.
That much is explicitly confirmed, with significant evidence that he could have been among the mightiest of archangels...
...Who apparently accosted his fellow angels for piggyback rides. And was remembered millennia later by those (now fallen) angels as something 'little.'
What does that tell us about who he was? Is?
Hell, Aziraphale has known to be wary of the archangels (and the judgements of Heaven in general) since before the Fall even happened. He chooses to believe they are Good; he can't fool himself into thinking they are Safe.
Yet he's absolutely certain that Crowley won't hurt Job's children. Enough to stand in a burning building and say to them, "I can't save you, but don't be afraid. I won't need to."
And what reason does he give?
("I know you."
"You do not know me."
"I know the angel you were.")
What does that tell us about who he was? Is?
("The angel you knew is not me."
But how is Aziraphale supposed to believe that, when he can see him all the time?)
tl;dr --yes, this is better. I love the tragedy of it.
'Innocence died screaming' and all that.
13K notes
·
View notes
Text
I am back with more sketches for @calysto1395 's AU!
Fic snippet of her writing behind the cut:
EDIT: Fic is also now available HERE
“Fine, fine! I’m going. Stop shoving me.” Law throws his hands up and steps onto the train.
“I don’t want to see you for at least 24 hours.” Bepo retorts, his paws on his hips and blocking the doorway like a bouncer. If Law wasn’t so fucking exhausted from a ten hour surgery session he would have a clever comeback right about now. As it stands, he can only repeat Bepo’s words at him in a mocking tone. He flips Bepo off as the train doors close between them for good measure before he turns to find a seat as they slowly roll out of the station.
There is as usual only one other person on the train. Hiriluk Hospital Station is usually the one where everyone gets off as the line continues out of town into the shitty outer district where Law has his dirt cheap apartment. It’s a good thing too because Law usually has no patience for anyone after work and before work he needs to save what little he has for his patients.
His usual companion is a young man, maybe around Law’s age, who has tan skin and green hair who nods at him when Law falls into one of the empty seats. He’s always there before Law gets on and doesn’t get off anywhere before Law does. Law sees him as often as he does his coworkers so he would say they are almost friends. Save for the part where Law has no idea who he is besides a passenger and incredibly attractive.
“Trouble in paradise?” The guy asks, snorting with a smirk. He’s huddled into one of the seats that run sideways along the walls of the train, jean jacket and a hoodie today, legs propped up on his huge backpack with the long case sticking out of it.
Law just rolls his eyes and lets his head fall against the headrest. It’s part of the routine at this point. Guy will make a comment or greet him and then it will be silent for the rest of the ride, just the way Law likes it. The stranger on the train might be Law’s favorite person, right after Bepo. Then again Bepo humiliated and bullied him onto the train today so maybe the stranger has taken top spot.
“You got blood on your cheek.” The guy says and Law feels the annoyance at the routine being disturbed before he processes the words. His eyes blink open and he rubs at his cheek with his sleeve, feels the crusted flakes rub off and sees them clinging to the fabric of his hoodie.
Law stares at it for a long time, feels his eyes losing focus for a minute before he blinks and shakes his head. Maybe Bepo had a point in sending him home. He sighs deeply, feeling the exhaustion deep in his bones. “Yep.” He says and rubs his cheek once more just to make sure he got it all.
Stranger just gives him a nod when he shoots a questioning glance at him before he buries his hands in his jacket pockets and closes his eyes, settling deep into his seat. Law takes it as his cue to do the same. Just to rest his eyes for a little bit. He has about twenty minutes until he’s at his station and the conductor usually doesn’t check tickets this late at night. Law tells himself it's just for a few minutes. Just until his retinas stop burning.
Then before he knows it there is a hand on his shoulder. He jerks, flailing wildly and smacking something before he gets his bearings.
The stranger is standing next to his seat, looking down at him, hand falling to his side from where it had hung outstretched between them. “That’s your stop right?” He asks.
Law blinks, confused. Head swirling to look outside the window to see the Tang Station sign out front. “Shit.” He manages to say, scrambling with his bag to hustle outside just in time before the doors close on him. He’s catching his breath on the platform, heart racing in his chest when he looks back at the train and sees the guy standing there still. He leans down a little to wave through the window as it sets back into motion and Law’s sleep deprived brain doesn’t manage to respond in any way before they are out of view.
#one piece#roronoa zoro#trafalgar law#zolaw#op train AU#I love this AU a lot if you couldn't already tell#my art
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
hi :3 i've been extremely feral abt joshua lately so:
i think he'd be the type of bf who'll tease his needy s/o. like when you're obviously trying to work him up, he just smiles at you and says some shit like "you can wait until we get home. right, baby?"
and then when he finally gives you what you want, he doesn't hold anything back until you're crying and begging him like shua, please hold on a sec— but he's having none of it bc "aw, but you asked for this, didn't you?"
anyway (kisses u) love u and ur writing always <3 i've been ghostreading so many on the side that i felt really bad and had to let you know how much i enjoy ur stuff through an ask >:'(
take (all of it)
pairing. h. joshua x reader
tags. smut, dom shua, teasing
a/n. kai wtf...... WTF!!! im barking also >_< THANK YOIMDJ I LOVE U U N UR WRITING THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME c:
all joshua told you in the car was to get yourself ready because once you two got home, he wouldn't waste a second. you half believed him, half didn't, and now you realize that that was a dangerous mistake.
you worked yourself up to two fingers in the passenger seat, joshua only watching you from the corner of his vision with a sickly sweet smile. you thought he would help you out once you got home—joshua knew your poor fingers weren't nearly as thick as his, couldn't reach nearly as deep as his when they curled into all the right spots.
but you were testing your luck the entire night, and you should've known that joshua wouldn't let you slide without facing the consequences.
which is how you end up with your ass propped on a pillow, back against your mattress, one hand gripping at joshua's bicep while the other tangles in the sheets. he's prodding his fat tip at your hole and your bottom lip puffs out into a pout.
"josh—joshie," you murmur our his nickname in hopes that it'll soothe the mean glint in his eyes. you should know better. joshua's been waiting for this, and he hasn't even stuck it in yet—you'd be stupid think the he'll cave already.
"you asked for this baby," he warns, slamming his cock deep inside you in one go. the stretch wracks a sob through your body, legs flailing and nails digging into his skin at both the overwhelming pain and pleasure.
he's just so huge and he's hitting all the right spots but then again, your poor little pussy can only take so much. "shua, h-hold on," you cry out, as he pulls his hips back.
"huh?" he coos, snapping his cock back into you, causing you to shut your eyes tight and moan loudly as your body jerks against the bed. "you don't want my cock?"
"no!" you protest. "want your cock so bad joshie," you confess, "just want you to slow down a li'l..."
joshua's eyes crinkle up, and his hand grips your hip so tight you know he'll have bruises. "aw, but baby," he murmurs with a faux pout on his lips. you're looking up at him with these puppy eyes and flushed cheeks and fuck, he doesn't know how he can ever hold himself back when he fucks you, "you asked for this, didn't you? all night, right?"
"b-but—"
"don't be a brat," joshua warns when you even attempt to argue, and you shut your mouth real tight, a muffled cry escaping your lips as he continues to ruthlessly fuck into you. he looks down at your cunt and the growing wetness that's creaming his cock, and he has to such in a breath so his eyes don't roll to the back of his head. "needy girl ... you're just gonna take whatever i give you, huh?"
#✰ cryoculus#<kai3#answered#joshua x reader#joshua x you#joshua#joshua smut#seventeen joshua#svt smut#svt reactions#svt scenarios#seventeen x reader#seventeen smut#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen reactions#💌 drabbles
698 notes
·
View notes
Text
An art student's ramble about Lobo from Puss In Boots
As y'all know I'm a visual artist so ofc I'm aware that a HUGE part of creating visual content is intentional. Like, chances are if you see something being made a certain way, there was thought behind it. There are references being made and/or this was done with a specific intent in mind.
So ofc the moment I saw THIS
I was like.... why?
Why why why?? Why the pose? Why is it so symmetric? Why the balance in all the scenes and his figure and design WHY??
(rambles about visuals, possibly grotesque imagery and talks about death, various gods, and tons of pictures BEWARE)
Then I realized HOW MANY REFERENCES to other Gods/omens of death The Wolf has??? Like:
Death. Straight up.
(I don't think I need to explain myself for this one...)
Kinda cool how they decided to include a more "scythe-looking weapon" at the end, only when Lobo decides to get serious. Kinda like he's becoming more "Grim Reaper-y" when he stops playing around. More on DW's choice of weapons for our edgy furry friend later honhonhon.
Big Bad Wolf
The universal, historical omen of death. Present in many stories like Little Red Riding Hood and The Three Little Pigs to name a few. Always the ultimate symbol of evil (fun fact: Most old bedtime stories we know today are passed from generation to generation; by the time these were created and put to use, it's most likely they were either made to warn children not to wander off into the woods for fear of being eaten predators, or for the risk of running into criminals shunned out of society and who normally retreated into the forests since they had no other place to live and couldn't leave the fiefs.)
Wolves are also predators that chase their preys, and exhaust them before going in for the kill. Much how like he does during the movie.
Also, it's possible Lobo isn't even the true form of Death in this universe. It may very well be the form he adapted to scare off Puss in particular; because canine v.s. kitties amirite?
(this could also be a huge stretch but the dark patch of fur on his face reminds some people of a bird, which could be interpreted as a crow. i personally think it's just a design element to attract more attention to the face/make his eyes stand out more but i included it cuz why not).
El Silbón/El Silbador
"El Silbón" (The Whistler; also known as "El Silbador" in Colombia) is a legend from Venezuelan origin of a young man condemned to carry the bones of his father, whom he himself killed.
It is said if his whistle is to be heard, the more far away it is, the closer you are to your death.
Could also explain why the hell the Wolf is Latino LMAO. (Hearing him talk full sentences in Spanish scared me to Death haha get it? d-death)
Charon's Obol
The bribe for Charon, the ferryman who carried the soul through the river that divides life and death.
Osiris
This was one of the things I found interesting the most lmao. Like, I knew that pose reminded me of something...
I've read many people attribute this to Anubis, but from my research, it's actually not. This pose was used in sarcophagus by Pharaohs to resemble the God of the Underworld and Judge of the Dead, Osiris. What Osiris holds to his chest are a crook and flail.
Wikipedia offers the following explanation:
Traditionally crossed over the chest when held, they probably represented the ruler as a shepherd whose beneficence is formidably tempered with might.
In the interpretation of Toby Wilkinson, the flail used to goad livestock, was a symbol of the ruler's coercive power: as shepherd of his flock, the ruler encouraged his subjects as well as restrained them.
AND NOW WHAT I ACTUALLY WANTED TO TALK ABOUT!!!
Lobo's Symmetry
Okay this is a purely personal take, but am I the only one who found it incredibly interesting how balanced and symmetric his design is?
A rule of thumb when designing interesting-looking characters is to say fuck you to symmetry and balance. It usually works for a much more exciting silhouette and generates more visual interest. However, in Wolf's case, they made a ton of effort to make him look extremely symmetric.
His face doesn't have any distinct marks that separate one side from the other.
His cloak is a triangular shape that converges somewhat in the middle (the only element that breaks the overall perfect sillhouette).
And they went out of their way to divide the Grim Reaper's signature scythe into two: Which he usually holds to his sides, almost at the same height. Like, why would they? Why bother to do all that?
WELL WHY DON'T WE ASK OUR KINGS OF SIMMETRY THEMSELVES, HUH?
T h e E g y p t i a n s (insert papyrus font here)
Symmetry is usually seen as the ultimate form of perfection. It is unachievable by most human standards, so it is notably known for causing feelings of detachment to a figure, even if it is recognizably human.
If you had a person who was entirely, perfectly symmetrical on both sides of their face, changes are, the uncanny valley effect would be triggered. Try grabbing a picture of a person's face, flip one of its sides and connect it with the other....... Looks weird, right?
The uncanny valley effect is normally used to depict images of deities and the like, because it usually instills the most literal form of 'fear of God'. Something that is so perfect that, by its presence alone, it makes you feel awkward.
The same principle is used by architects in churches even today: The more other-wordly, detached but still recognizably human you get, the more a person is made to feel powerless and awkward. Thusly, easier to control.
In summary, Wolf's design is made to look as symmetric and balanced as possible because he's supposed to feel other-worldly, even before we find out who he is. He's supposed to resemble something unachievable by human standards because he's not human. He's supposed to look out of place because he's Death. Straight up.
Every aspect of Lobo's design is sooo carefully thought out I just LOVE IT. Like have you noticed how his eyes stop giving off light during the scene we find out he's actually DEATH???
I JUST-- I LOVE THE WORK DREAMWORKS PUT IN THIS CHARACTER. I LOVE HOW HE'S JUST SIX MINUTES INTO A 1 HOUR 40 MINUTES MOVIE AND HE SOMEHOW STILL STOLE THE SHOW. I LOVE HOW YOU SPEND EVERY MINUTE GLUED TO THE SCREEN, ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF WHEN YOU'LL HEAR THAT STUPID WHISTLE NEXT.
Edit: I don't understand why, but Tumblr is fucking with the formatting and I've been trying to fix it, but I can't. It's genuinely upsetting me lmao but yeah. I promise it looks better when it's in my drafts but the moment I save it, it justttttt does whatever it wants. I'm so sorry!
Edit: I THINK I FIXED IT GUYS say THANK YOU to fumbling with HTML, fucking everything right up to the point where the post itself doesn't know what to do and gives up with my ass like "OKAY OKAY I'LL FIX THIS MYSELF GOD"
#I'm not a furry BUT#That's the worst sentence I've ever written in my life but HEAR ME OUT OKAY#I'm not a furry but I'd LOVE to rub Lobo's belly#HE LOOKS LIKE A DOGGYYYYYY!!#He triggers my monkey brain who sees a fluffy canine-like creature and thinks OHHHH WHO'S A GOOD BOOOOYYY //intense belly rubs#Makes me wanna scratch behind his ears when they flop around after he removes his hood HE LOOKS SO CUTEEEE#When he's not like....... Looking into my soul through the screen that is#dreamworks#dreamworks animation#puss in boots#puss in boots 2#puss in boots the last wish#puss in boots death#puss in boots wolf#puss in boots lobo#angi rambles filth#No one's gonna read this shit I already know#But I needed to get all this out of my system#And I don't wanna spam my friend Lunxi's DMs even though it's HER HUSBAND I'm gushing about#DEADLYROCKET SHIPPER HASTA LA MUERTE ÑAÑAAÑÑAÑA
517 notes
·
View notes
Note
Okay okay okay - (for the 5 sentence fic)
Imagine if Diavolo had a huge ass mirror in his room and he fucked you in front of it so you can watch yourself get absolutely ruined by him and his dick (we all know it’s big) with size kink !! And belly bulge !!
screaming !!!! diavolo my demon king 😩😩 also hoping you meant obey me diavolo because no anon has even mentioned diavolo from jojo BUT if you meant the latter just let me know and i’ll write something new for him for you ❤️
cw : all smut ( minors dni ), diavolo in his demon form, standing/carry fucking, mirror sex, major size kink, belly bulge, fem!human!reader, this is probably longer than 5 sentences because i’m not going to count dialogue this time i have too much muse
every section of him seemed to be carved from stone, from the gold-dipped tips of his horns ( one of which you held on to simulate the sensation of being in control ), to each ripple of his taut abdomen, to the mighty cock that you were impaled upon, inch after powerful inch forced into your belly. your free hand reaches out, palm smacking into the mirror to steady your flailing, but it was no use, really— your legs still dangled, helplessly, spread wide in his vice grips, so you’re granted the perfect view of your own decimation in the reflection; “Still tenacious, are we?” Diavolo teased, noting the way you still attempted to pull yourself up with the grip on his horn, the way you still arched your back to let more of him in, “If I give your fragile, little body too much more, you might just snap— see how much I’m already stretching you?”
you stare into the mirror, obeying his demand to watch; the shape of his manhood bulged against your lower belly, the swollen head prodding your belly button deliciously enough that you elicit a needy moan when you see for yourself, your head hanging forward to allow your eyeline to drop from the reflection to your tummy itself— you wished you had another pair of hands so you could caress his girth from the outside, but you couldn’t spare the balancers you were already using yours for. “S—so deep,” you breathe out, though the sentiment is broken and in awe, you squint and force yourself to look at him through the mirror, determined to see a pleasured grimace plastered on his face, too, and you weren’t disappointed; thin brows knit together, golden eyes heavily lidded, and unmistakeable lust escaping his parted tiers in the form of bestial puffs of thick, hot breath as Diavolo swings your body back and forth, hitting your limit each time, filling your to very brim with cock.
“If you can’t take any more,” he husked as a reminder, sharp nails biting at the slick skin of your thighs as you gush and soak him and the floor underneath, “you know the word to use. But, as long as your tenacity holds out, I’m going to give you all you’re asking for and so, so much more.”
𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 && 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 !!
#diavolo#Diavolo x reader#Diavolo x you#Diavolo smut#obey me imagines#obey me x you#obey me smut#obey me x reader#obey me!#obey me! diavolo
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Ficlet!!!
Prompt B, 🐉, 🫂, 🗝️
And congratulations!!!!🥂
Ficlet!!! It's always such a delight visiting these two, so thank you for the prompt.
Learning to fall
Words: 985
Rated: E
Tags: Fantasy AU; dragon Eddie; King Steve; established relationship; soul bond; nightmares; hurt/comfort; explicit sexual content; nudity, biting; monsterfucking
Notes: set in the same universe as Hic sunt dracones
Sometimes, at night, Steve's head takes him back to the dark moments.
Sometimes he's back in the dungeons, and nobody comes to save him. Eddie cannot find him, not with their torn soul bond. Robin is imprisoned somewhere else, and when the guards drag him away to the executioner’s block, he knows that they’re going to kill her before him, just to make him suffer more.
Sometimes, he’s back in the courtyard, the storm raging all around him, fire and debris raining from the skies, and the huge crossbow looms before him. He tries to reach it, but he can’t gain an inch. He screams until his voice cracks, but Eddie can’t hear him, and he has to watch again as the giant bolt pierces his dragon right through the heart and takes him out of the sky.
This time, he’s back in the tower, rushing up the spiral of a never-ending stairway while thunder roars outside and the fight rages on below him. He’s barefoot and keeps slipping on his own blood, and the wound in his side tears further with every step, but he forces himself to go faster still.
He doesn’t make it in time. He never does.
He scales the last steps and stumbles into the ruins of his old chambers just in time to see Carver swing his blade.
His dragon looks up. Their gazes lock.
The blow connects and the light in those beautiful golden eyes goes out.
And Steve screams.
The sound of it startles him into consciousness. For a moment, he flails in that weird, hazy state between waking and sleeping, and it feels like falling, feels like plummeting from the tower all over again.
“It’s alright, my love, it’s not real.”
Arms and wings and a tail wrap around him, pulling him tightly against a warm body. Hands card through his hair. His mate’s mind nudges against his own, as comforting and familiar as his touch.
“It’s not real, you’re dreaming.”
Steve sobs, and it’s equal parts terror and relief. Eddie just holds him, kisses the tears off his lashes, and waits until his shoulders stop shaking.
“I was too late,” Steve murmurs against the crook of his neck, once he trusts his voice not to hitch. “He killed you.”
“You weren't,” Eddie says, nuzzling the top of his head. “And he didn't. I’m right here. Safe and yours, alright?”
Steve laughs around the last few hiccups. They’re both here in their nest, the first rays of early morning sunlight creeping in through the windows, with their kingdom slowly waking up underneath them.
“Yeah,” he says, shaky hands reaching out to run along the curve of his dragon’s horns. “Yeah, alright.”
Eddie rumbles in pleasure, eyes gleaming gold in the light of the new day.
“Say it,” he mutters, nipping at the bite mark on Steve’s shoulder with sharp fangs. Steve’s laughter catches in his throat, but this time, it’s for entirely different reasons. “Say it, beloved, please.”
“You’re safe,” he replies teasingly, knowing full well it’s not what Eddie meant. Sure enough, he’s rewarded with an impatient growl and another bite. “Ow, alright already, you clingy dragon. You’re also mine.”
“And you are mine,” Eddie murmurs, pulling him in, and then neither of them says much for a while.
*
The sun is well on its way over the castle walls by the time Steve disentangles himself from his mate’s arms and the warmth of their nest. Eddie, who was dozing with his face buried in the sheets, looks up as he slips a shirt over his head, and groans in annoyance.
“Why the fuck are you dressed?”
Steve, who is squinting at the mirror and running a brush through his hair, rolls his eyes at his own reflection. “Because I have a court waiting for me, and unlike you, they prefer it when I’m not butt ass naked. Now stop whining, I should’ve been downstairs-”
The sound of a lock clicking shut makes him pause. When he turns, Eddie is propped against the door, lazily twirling the key around one finger.
“Eddie, come on,” Steve sighs. “What are you doing?”
He walks over and grabs for the key. Eddie tucks it behind his back. Steve tries to reach around him. Eddie dances out of his way, but his tail curls around Steve's waist, pulling him along. Before he knows it, they're back in the nest, half wrestling for the key, half chasing each other's lips and tongues, and Eddie is slipping the offending shirt off his shoulders again.
“Obvious, isn't it?” he answers Steve's question, albeit a bit belatedly. “I'm making sure you stay. I want to keep you all to myself.”
He kisses his way down Steve’s collarbone and chest, and the soul bond shivers with their mingled desire. Steve grumbles reluctantly, even as he melts into the touch.
“Eddie, I can't. There's things I need to do, I-”
But then Eddie pushes his head between his legs, fangs grazing the inside of his thigh, and he forgets what it is he needs to do.
“Let me take care of you, my king,” his dragon rumbles, effortlessly picking up on his train of thought. “That's the only thing you need to do right now. Everything else can wait for a few hours.”
Sometimes, Steve's head takes him back to the dark moments.
Sometimes, he forgets he doesn’t have to be tough all the time, that he can rest and show weakness and let himself fall. Sometimes he thinks it will always be like this.
That is alright, though. Eddie loves all of him. The dark parts and the weak ones, on the days where he feels like he can touch the sky, and tmon the days where it feels like he's plummeting back into the abyss.
Letting himself fall doesn't seem so scary, these days. He knows he'll always have someone to catch him.
More celebration ficlets
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie brainrot#steddie fanfic#fanfiction writer#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing#hype's 1k follower ficlets#hic sunt dracones#STMonsterMay
77 notes
·
View notes
Text
I didn't have time to write anything before today but here's what I imagine all the girlies are up to for harry's bday <3
-sugar daddy h: mia used his credit card to buy him an M ring to match his HS ones but she also framed her favorite pic of them to put on his desk at work :') they're going to a huge family dinner tn at a fancy restaurant but she obviously has the most intricate lingerie to surprise him with afterwards
-grumpy h: y/n bought him his coffee on the way to class this morning and gave him her favorite book w her written annotations in it (she's been so busy w school that it took her almost two months to re-read it and write in it), harry nearly cries on the spot
-silk and rope h: y/n gets up super early so she can surprise him with a beautiful, delicately decorated birthday cake but he wakes up from the sound of the mixer; he comes downstairs w puffy eyes and grabs her by the waist and pulls her back to her room while she flails and complains about wanting things to be perfect
-tattoorry: they both have rly busy days so y/n stayed over his the night before and woke him up w a bl*w job. they got in the shower after that and dirty things continued. the employees at the shop are also forcing him to stay for exactly one (1) hour after closing so they can throw him a party ((he continues to emphasize over and over again that he's leaving at 6 pm on the dot bc "why would I wanna spend my birthday with you fuckers? I have a girlfriend to go home to"))
-late night talking (aka nerdrry): y/n forced them both to take work off so they can spend the day walking around and going into harry's favorite shops. she treats him to lunch and when they head back to hers for dinner, there is def food play and bondage involved.
-ymls: harry wakes up with a very gentle chubby hand on his face (it's y/n hovering over his side of the bed w clementine in her arms and she whispers "happy birthday, old man!!!!"). she makes him pancakes for breakfast (they almost burn) and they go for a walk w clem in the stroller. she gets him a sweatshirt that says "clementine's dad" on it. he cries.
-frat alpha harry: the frat is planning a huge birthday party for harry this weekend and they ask if they can hire strippers (harry topples two of his frat brothers to the ground and tells them to fuck off, he's staying at y/n's for the weekend)
-hockey!h x ballerina!yn: she sees it's his birthday from a post on instagram and when she passes him on campus, she forces herself (without a grimace) to say: "happy birthday, harry. I hope you have a nice day." harry asks if she's been possessed
67 notes
·
View notes
Note
The huge wave of new Stranger Things has a kind of subtrend of fics where the author makes a huge deal about how much research they did and what deep cuts all their references to '80s gay and/or metal subcultures are, with extremely varying levels of effectiveness (as per standard for very popular historical setting ships, but I think it's easier for them to hit the uncanny valley for an era when lots of people of my generation were already alive, compared to like historical-era Stucky fic), and I think the biggest cognitive shock out of one of those was when a "let's explore '80s gay culture!" fic also had a character use the phrase "gay panic" to describe recently figuring out he was bi, as if he was already familiar with the modern usage but not any other
--
LOL. Jesusfuckingchrist, writers. Current older queer people hate it when you use that phrase. Less than a decade after Milk's murder, they would not have been using it in this moronic, twee way.
For that matter, you want a dose of ~old queer culture~?
Don't make flailing like a muppet a thing at all.
Fuck that "I'm helpless because too queer" nonsense. When I was A Youth™, I did not see that. Not from my fellow babies and not from the older queer community. Might as well have your characters call themselves "memelords" or talk about fucking horse plinko in your oh-so-historical fic.
The presence of the concept of that panicking in the tumblr sense is itself uncanny valley for me.
338 notes
·
View notes
Text
can’t stop thinking about how Stede is such a terrible person to sleep with bc the man is a fucking starfish who somehow has more than four limbs when he’s asleep, but he offers to share a cabin with Ed after they become co-captains and “the bed is big enough to share Ed, i’d love to share it with you 🥺” and bc Ed is head over heels for Stede he accepts, not knowing what he’s getting into. and then fast forward to that night when Ed finds himself spatulaed right out of the bed bc Stede the Flailing Starfish is at it again but Ed is determined to share a bed with Stede bc he is touch-starved and also he loves Stede but shush can’t say anything about that yet, so he decides to be proactive by climbing back into bed and lying down on Stede like a weighted blanket, and he expects Stede to wake up, or perhaps to continue to toss and turn, maybe even spatula Ed right out of bed again but instead Stede settles down and sleeps all the way through the night, as does Ed, and luckily Ed wakes up before Stede in enough time to move off him before Stede can find out what position they’re in. and then Stede asks how Ed slept and Ed says “fine” (because he did; Stede’s tits are great pillows) and Stede says he feels more rested than he has in years bc he didn’t wake himself up a thousand times from his usual tossing and turning and perhaps that’s because he knew Ed was sharing his bed and didn’t want to crowd him and Ed obviously can’t tell him the truth, nor does he want to, and so every night when Ed and Stede share a bed, Ed waits until Stede starts to starfish and climbs on top of him before he can spatula, and they pass the nights sleeping better than they ever have in their lives.
it gets to a point where Ed can’t fall asleep anymore without lying on top of Stede, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and hearing his heartbeat, but hey Stede never wakes up and so he never has to find out and Ed can keep pretending he’s not soaking up every single second of this to save up for the day this ends, and then one night, after a huge fuckery that left Ed exhausted, Ed is so comfy on Stede he doesn’t wake up first the next morning. in fact, he doesn’t wake up until he hears Stede shush someone, then slowly realizes Stede is combing his hair and the sun is so high in the sky that Stede must have been lying there for hours with Ed asleep on top of him, and naturally Ed freezes, having been caught, and rather than face Stede telling him they shouldn’t share a bed anymore if they can’t keep to their own sides Ed just bolts from the room and avoids Stede at all costs for days. doesn’t go in the cabin, refuses to be alone with Stede long enough for him to say something, gets increasingly more irritable bc he finds himself unable to sleep after getting so used to sleeping on top of Stede that nothing else is acceptable. it’s maddening! he used to be able to sleep hanging off a rope ladder, on the hardwood floor wherever he fell after too much alcohol, literally standing upright at the helm, and now he’s so whipped he can’t even find comfort in the hush-hush of the ocean against the hull of a ship, so he resolves to simply never sleep again until he’s so tired he passes out because anything is better than lying down at night feeling how alone you are and knowing how it feels to have what you actually want only for it to be taken away before you’re ready.
and then one night while Ed is on watch (he threatened the crew into giving him their nighttime watch, a skeleton crew of one, though it didn’t take much convincing for everyone to agree) Ed startles into awareness at a hand landing on his shoulder and he blinks at Stede, surprised to see him accompanied by Fang and Wee John, and he can’t read Stede’s expression because it’s a new moon and his eyes already weren’t what they used to be but when coupled by two weeks of sleep deprivation he’s not sure what’s real and what’s not. and when Stede says “that’s enough of that, Edward” Ed knows what’s about to happen bc he’s not been the greatest person to be around lately, sleep deprivation will do that to a person, but still Ed doesn’t want to be kicked off the Revenge so he starts babbling, not even sure what he’s saying, but it doesn’t seem to matter anyway bc Stede waves his hand at Fang, who hauls Ed away from the helm and takes his place, and then Wee John tosses Ed over his shoulder and Ed’s head starts to swim so he closes his eyes and doesn’t open them again until he’s draped over something lumpy and startlingly familiar, but when he tries to move he finds himself stuck, two vises wrapped around his back, and then someone tells him to stop struggling and go to sleep, and since he can’t deny he’s tired he just does as ordered and decides he’ll figure out what’s happened in the morning.
he has no idea how much time passes, since by the time he opens his eyes again it’s still dark, but he hears a familiar heartbeat, feels the familiar rise and fall of a chest beneath his, and when he looks up he spies a familiar pair of eyes peering at him from beneath a nightcap. and Ed flushes and stammers and tries to move away but Stede only tightens his grip and says “i haven’t slept since you left because i find it impossible to be comfortable without you right here on top of me, so unless you have some valid objection that isn’t ‘whoops i’ve been caught cuddling let me run away instead of talking it through as a crew so i can find out my co-captain is quite besotted and asked me to share his bed for reasons that are not entirely pure,’ i suggest you cease any idiotic attempt to remove yourself from my bed, Edward Teach” and Ed stares at him because he can’t have heard that right, he has to be hallucinating that look Stede is giving him and the fingers he feels combing through his hair and the racing heartbeat in the chest beneath his, but when Stede sighs and murmurs “i missed you” Ed closes his eyes and presses his face back to those stellar tits and lets himself fall back asleep because this has to be a dream and he’s not going to allow it to end, not when it’s just getting good.
it’s morning when he wakes again and Stede is still under him, still asleep, but Ed can’t help the sneaking suspicion he didn’t actually imagine anything last night, and then he hears Lucius snap at Izzy to get away from the cabin door because Stede has ordered they not be disturbed until further notice and Lucius will not have Izzy fuck up the promise of a month’s vacation (the crew has gotten quite good at vacations now that they’ve had countless since their very first) after Stede and Ed work their shit out, and by the time the conversation ends with a pissy Izzy stomping away Ed realizes Stede’s breathing has shifted and he turns back to find Stede looking at him with a smile and a shrug and a “well i didn’t know how long this would take and i needed to give Lucius something to make him take over first mate duties so Oluwande could work as acting captain in our absence” and Ed can hardly believe this is real, that this is happening, so when he swallows and wets his lips and asks “can i kiss you?” he’s not expecting Stede to blush and say “i’ll be quite upset if you don’t,” and he’s not expecting Stede to lift his head to meet Ed in the middle and make a small happy sound right into Ed’s mouth and to thread his fingers through Ed’s hair to deepen the kiss, and he’s not expecting Stede to ask if they can fuck and to take the lead when Ed stammers a “yes,” and he’s not expecting it to be the best sex he’s ever had even though it’s not actually anything more than slotted thighs and rocking hips but it is the best sex he’s ever had and he both doesn’t want it to end because he’s not ready for that and he also desperately needs it to end because how can he possibly survive something this good?
and afterward he accidentally falls right back asleep like a complete schlub and doesn’t wake until sunset, when Lucius pokes his head in to check on them and Roach pushes past to carry in a tray of food because they can’t survive on sleep and sex alone, they’re grown men how can they not know that, and Ed blushes and tucks his face into Stede’s chest when Fang says he’s so happy for them and Jim mutters about how Ed could have saved them all a lot of trouble and mutters something in Spanish that has Oluwande snagging the back of their collar and hauling them out, and when it’s quiet and calm and just the two of them again and Ed is eating orange slices he finally finds the bravery to ask “did you mean it?” and Stede sips his tea and asks “did i mean what?” and Ed eats another orange slice and says “that you’re…besotted” and Stede says “of course i meant it, Ed, or i wouldn’t have said it” and Ed didn’t think it was possible to blush any more than he already was or smile any wider than he already is but today is a day for revelations, and he mutters “love you too” into Stede’s tits and Stede takes Ed’s orange and sets it on the side table with his saucer and teacup and then takes Ed’s face in his hands and kisses him and it tastes like citrus and sugar and home
#our flag means death#blackbonnet#my writing#idk what this is#but y’all get to have it#ofmd#ofmd fic#gentlebeard
432 notes
·
View notes
Text
Tweels hc doodles + notes!
Goodness me, I've not been working on these for very long but here's all of what I've thought of within 2 days of thinking about them!! I basically started writing about them the moment I finished drawing "the fuck you brothers" post (9/24) (and today, 9/26)
I totally have been thinking about them more after I wrote all this, so I will be continuing on with my hcs right here, under the cut :3 (keep in mind I have not yet played twst! If I get anything gravely wrong correct me!)
(9/28, edit: I downloaded twst y'all...)
Both of the twins are autistic, just being on very different ends of er... intensity? Idk how to word that. I just mean that Floyd is someone who has trouble regulating his emotions and stims a lot. Jade doesn't stim as often, he probably would if he were infodumping about mushrooms/his terrariums or whatever else. I think I mean. That Jade suppressed his autistic tendencies by a lot to seem more like a gentleman, while Floyd doesn't really give much of a shit and probably doesn't even know he's autistic.
on that note they both have ADHD. AuDHD brothers.
Anyways as I way saying abt Floyd stimmies; He stims a LOT. Just, all the damn time. It gets so annoying for a lot of people and everyone knows he can't control it. His clingyness is also stimming, he's very touchy. A lot of stim toys don't actually help him but he does calm down significantly more when he's wearing headphones and listening to loud music. That's what stimulates him the most.
Jade only stims when excited, yeah I mentioned that. But did I mention he also stims a lot when stressed. In front of costumers, if he was stressed he might only fiddle with his fingers behind his back. But as soon as he gets away it's full body stimming time baby. Mans is not okay but he cannot let that mask slip!! (I forgot the word before, but I meant to say in my first dotpoint that jade is better at masking than Floyd!!)
Floyd mcr liker >_< (songs about depression and drugs to think about violence to!) Floyd also likes shit like "41 mins of roblox music" or any spongebob music. skull emoji.
Jade Laufey liker :33 (calm songs to think about violence to!)
Floyd likes dancing around in his room to music. Like really getting into it. Putting one song on loop and doing the same dance moves over and over again. (stimming) (oh my god I'm PROJECTING AGAIN stop....)
Jade likes drawing mushrooms. He's really good at drawing nature and when I say "good" I mean if you looked at it, you'd think it was a picture. Like abnormally good for someone who used to not even have paper available...
I saw this from a moot once on twitter I think, but they both (+ Azul) probably had a hard time adjusting to walking around everywhere instead of swimming when they first came onto land. And I think there was something about holding on to bars on stairs WAYY too tight because they feel so wobbly going up them. Same with like, escalators? and elevators? didn't fucking trust them. And they still don't sometimes... Adding onto this I think that they'd both get really frustrated at first with it. Like genuinely really upset; Floyd dramatically falling to the floor and flailing around on the verge of tears while Jade punches the ground over and over... They obviously got better at land things after a long while but for a bit they were just so. not okay LOL
I think for casual/home clothes they'd both be really into big fluffy jumpers. massive fucking huge fluffy shits. They'd be all over the texture and it would be so so texture /pos drooling emoji
I had a little thing that I thought of where I would give Floyd Heart shaped eye shines PLUS an extra smaller not heart eye shine. And giving Jade a square shaped shine with no extra shines. It just makes so much sense to me. Like I can't explain it very well but if you get it, you get me. Do you get me...
WHICH leads me to say then that when Floyd gets MAD he would have NO eye shines. Do you get me. I totally make sense right/. And Jade getting happy about anything even if it doesn't show on his face it would totally show in his eyes... Which also brings me back to something I wrote in my doodle notes with the pupils being like cats... OUGH I'M GOING INSANE DO I MAKE SENSE
another thing my twt moot said !! Floyd would hate necklaces/rings/other accessories and jewelry! It relates back to my point about Floyd hating the feeling of tight clothes, and things touching his skin too much. I feel like if he had say, a necklace on for like 0.1s he would rip it the fuck off, destroying the necklace in the process
Floyd: :3 (aggressive)
Floyd loving to squeeze people but hurting them is 90% of the time on purpose hurting and 10% accidental hurting and when it IS accidental he gets so upset about it. I like to think Floyd is the more emotional out of the two... just so many emotions in that boy. like he just !! wants to give you love !!! but he's so strong he breaks ur ribs !!!! many of ur ribs!! ur honestly surprised you haven't punctured a lung yet!!!
On that note they BOTH are extremely touch starved. Floyd would fucking LOVE it if someone were to lay down on top of him for hours he would feel so squished!! and warm and nice!! and comfy!
Jade on the other hand, LOVES holding hands. holding ONTO something holding onto someONE.
Jade is a gift giver (love language) I bet you can't guess what Floyd is
His love language is Physical touch. Yeah
Jade getting people way too many gifts when it's a special occasion for them because he thinks they might think it's weird if he gets them a gift on any other day.
Floyd hyperpop liker (just overall really likes loud thrashy music or whatever)
Floyd also really got into those games where you have to beat the shit out of a dummy. He doesn't like ones where you have to TIME a hit to make it work (makes him annoyed bc he can't do it) Games like Pou I think....
While Jade enjoys colour by number or those hue games? just doing it in his free time.
#Please be autistic about them with me#Share your own hcs with me in comments/reblogs and if I like them I might add them#sorry guys I really like spreading the autism illness to all my faves#that's why I keep talking about how tismy they are to me#hope you don't mind#teehee#digital art#art#disney twst#twst fanart#twst hcs#twst#jade leech#floyd leech#leech twins#tweels#hcs#neurodivergent#disney twisted wonderland
70 notes
·
View notes
Text
“And, last announcement.” Xisuma hit the next button on the PowerPoint and looked at his fellow hermits. “I have been made aware that there has been too much cursing on this server. As you know, we are strictly a pg Minecraft server, and I have read and heard some… interesting word choices. So, in order to combat this, I have installed a program into my suit. Whenever a swear or innuendo is uttered or written, I will be teleported to the criminal’s location and they will be killed instantly.”
The silence Xisuma’s announcement was met with had the most bizarre range of emotions he’d ever seen. Some looked confused, others mad- most seemed to be various levels of silent mirth, however, which made Xisuma nervous.
“That’s totally an invasion of privacy, but it’s kinda funny.” Grian said finally, a huge grin across his face. “Anyone wanna make bets on how long he’ll keep the code in?”
“Ooooo I love betting!” Keralis turned around to bat his eyelashes at Grian.
“Excuse me!” Xisuma said indignantly. Keralis mouthed ‘call me’ at Grian and mimed holding a phone before turning back around. “This is not a system to be abused! Hermit meeting dismissed!”
The first few days were pretty tame, surprisingly. Okay yes, the second the code was turned on, Xisuma was teleported to Tango, who apparently had been saying “fuck” over and over again for the last hour “just to see if the code was working properly”. Xisuma killed him instantly, and Tango respawned still laughing. There was also the instance of Doc, who hadn’t even attended the meeting and started swearing at a broken bit of redstone, and started swearing even more when Xisuma appeared, and punched the admin hard in the stomach out of fright.
In retrospect, it should have been suspicious that the hermits had been relatively quiet those first few days. But Xisuma was optimistic. For some reason.
“Do it!”
Grian giggled and pushed Pearl. “No, you!”
There was a gathered group of hermits in the shopping district which included Grian, Scar, Pearl, Gem, xB, Hypno, Cleo, Joe, and Etho. There was a nervous, excited energy about them, and they were all giggling.
“If you actually want to to this, stop being morons about it and do it properly.” Cleo said, sliding off the rock she was sharing with Joe. “Everyone stand in a big circle.” Everyone did as she said, giggling and whispering to each other. “Right, now, we’ll start on the count of three. One, two, three!”
And the assembled hermits all began to curse as much as possible. Xisuma appeared out of thin air, and instantly was ping ponged from one person to another, with such an intense speed he couldn’t even hit anyone. Eventually, everyone was laughing so much that they couldn’t curse, and Xisuma was left standing in the center of the circle, fuming.
“You all will regret this!” Xisuma shouted, waving his sword. The laughing faded to giggling, and Xisuma opened his mouth to lecture them.
“I don’t think we will regret this.” Came another mild voice. Xisuma turned slowly on the spot, and standing outside the circle of hermits was Etho, who stood dangerously close to a small pit of lava. Etho looked at Xisuma, and Xisuma looked at the lava.
“Etho…”
“Fuck.” Etho said, a smile in his voice.
Xisuma was teleported to Etho, which was right above the lava, and like a cartoon character, flailed in midair for a moment before falling right in.
Xisuma sighed, as the lava was only one block high with a wall around it, which meant he, with his fire proof suit, was forced to stand there while the other hermits gathered around and cried of laughter. Joe eventually took pity on him and let him out.
“Fuck all of you.” Xisuma said with a deep sigh after a moment of annoyed silence. Everyone cheered.
743 notes
·
View notes
Text
random little jason grace hcs:
thumb rings. he wears thumb rings
huge physics nerd. like, he's not particularly good at it. but he loves it!
obviously transmasc aro
proficient in like every weapon, like every weapon. bow & arrow, battle-axe? yeah sure. but also, mace and chain, bagh nakh, gauntlets, deer horn knives, flails... fuck, he can even use a shotgun.
can run like really really fast. he's a runner. that being said he can also run really far. (like, roman soldiers walk up to 20 miles every day. with full armour. his endurance is fucking off-the-charts.)
most obscure music taste ever
very iffy about using his powers beyond the occasional electricity stuff, just because how much people in CJ would be terrified/rumour-y/plain weird about it.
loves drawing
actually a nerd in everything, not just physics.
has definitely bashed in someone's head with a shield at least once
huge fan of rollercoasters, hates horror movies
before fights he like to clean his glasses, for no reason at all.
people have told him countless times to not wear glasses during a fight because that won't end well if you're punched in the face but he keeps them on regardless. his reflexes are too good to get punched anyway 🤷
obsessed with barbie
no like. he and apollo do matching "i am Kenough" hoodies all the time
also besties with literally half of the gods across multiple pantheons
scribbles with pen on his hand all the time
chronic migraines guy
he goes feral in a fight then one second later he's like 🥺 'hey guys glad we got out of that one unscathed. y'all saved my ass'
he's never received any proper sort of love or affection (specifically during his younger years), so he deals with that by showering all of his friends with unlimited love <3
all the demigods and all the minor gods and some of the major ones too love him. hence he has a bloody huge, well-deserved protection squad
HE'S THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART EVER
he tore out krios's neck with his teeth and then smashed him to literal pulp with his own armour
#hey jason grace stans where y'all at 👀#jason grace#pjo#hoo#toa#heroes of olympus#tw violent language#for the end. idk just in case#ask to tag!!!#yeet.txt#hes my blorbo#headcanons
85 notes
·
View notes
Text
2023 Fic Roundup
No one tagged me, I just love doing this to reflect on the year :3 Mostly Silm fic to no one's surprise.
Total Words Published at end of year: 162,562, which is a huge jump up from 47k last year, something I attribute wholly to having graduated in the spring (not that life hasn't kept me busy since then). This is actually even higher than 2021, when I started doing an end-of-the-year reflection!
Fandoms: Tolkien with a one-off Arcane in there (might have been more if there were more Ambessa requests on the kink meme)
Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments):
Hits: As Little as Might be Thought (555)
Kudos: As Little as Might be Thought (59)
Comments: What the Water Gave Me (64)
New Things I Tried: Not totally new, but I think this was the first year I wrote chaptered Silm fic? I don't usually write fic that long but I got two this year so I'm pleased with that. Also, finally wrote and published Maglor/Thranduil and Maedhros/Thingol after ranting about them in DMs for literal years XD
Fic I Spent the Most Time On: What the Water Gave Me just because it's by far the longest thing I wrote.
Fic I Spent the Least Time On: Let Me Lie on Grasses so Green, but that was probably comparable with the other two fics in that "trio" of parent&child fics I wrote in February
Favorite Thing I Wrote: Honestly I was very happy with how Sandbox Love turned out! It really captured the energy I was going for with Galadriel's possibly-not-totally-sure unrequited (?) crush on Luthien and the realization that Luthien has sort of grown out of their friendship while Galadriel has not.
However I'm also quite pleased with both my Maglor/Thranduil pieces, which were both spawned as brainchildren of me and @meadowlarkx so they have a special place in my heart <3
Favorite Thing(s) I Read: I deserve an award for limiting this to 15 fics shhh no it wasn't originally supposed to be 10
Less Wise by @meadowlarkx - I know I've flailed about this one multiple times this year already, but here we go again. Our brainchild pairing may be unusual, but I would implore you to give it a chance, particularly if you're a fan of either Maglor or Thranduil. Lark's characterizations here are so fantastic and the dynamic between them is so juicy! Maglor trying to redeem herself through service to Thranduil is so compelling!
Berrypicking Time by swampdiamonds - This fic captures the best part of Finduilas/Nienor which is their healing and moving forward together. Both of them are trying so hard to process their own trauma, but they also want to help each other!
It's the Secret That We Keep by Loriand_Lost - Beautiful fic exploring Galadriel’s relationships with both Celeborn and Luthien in Doriath. Absolutely fantastic characterization! And great smut scenes.
The Pleasure of the King by Anonymous - Ahhh this is such a great fic. Azaghal and his wife Khoreti are quite eager to show Felagund the depths of hospitality in Belegost. Absolutely fantastic characterizations and such a fun time for everyone here. Also, origins of Finrod’s nipple piercings ;D
Beware of Women with Beards and Men Without by TheLionInMyBed - Azaghal and Maedhros’ alliance was full of cultural misunderstandings, but they push their way through it. Delightful characterizations here, particularly of Azaghal who gets basically none in canon, and a funny but also touching relationship between them.
Nesting by LiveOakWithMoss - It has great characterizations and a fascinatingly toxic Kidnap Fam dynamic, both between the twins and the Feanorians and between Maedhros and Maglor themselves. The whole thing is delightfully fucked up.
A Poetry Lesson by HewerOfCaves - Gorgeous characterization for Ingwion and I love seeing cocky prince Maedhros in Tirion who’s hot and smart and he knows it. Also, hitting on someone in a library feels like such an incredibly Maedhros move.
You are Coming Down with Me by TheLionInMyBed - Dark comedy look at the Kidnap Fam which takes, imo, a much more realistic look at how unhealthy the situation was for everyone involved, particularly the twins. Excellent characterizations!
Daeron Nails It by Tallulah - I am in LOVE with this little fic, it incorporates so many delightful details about the court in Menegroth. I am so pleased to see I am not the only one picturing Thingol and Melian with the cringiest pet names for each other.
A Fish Hook, an Open Eye by simaethae - Delicious. Maglor goes to the Havens at Sirion to try to wheedle cooperation out of Elwing, but she is not having it. Their argument takes a interesting turn in private. Love how desperate and pathetic Maglor is here.
A House of Nettles by Ias - Amazing delicious sexy fic where Eowyn becomes haunted by the Witch King–former queen of Numenor Tar-Miriel. It is SO good.
Strength Like a Tower by potatoesanddreams - This fic almost made me cry over a building. Fantastic look at how Elves connect to their environment.
Bite Thy Wings and Let Thee Crawl by @meadowlarkx - I shit you not this fetish porn fic has one of the best theses on Morgoth I've seen in this fandom. Lark displays a particularly deft talent in being able to take what could easily be considered a comical fetish and imbue it with such terror.
And by their blazing signify that a great princess falls, but doth not die by TheLionInMyBed - Absolutely obsessed, some of the best Elwing characterization I’ve ever seen. Gorgeous look at Elwing’s relationship with the other refugees of the Havens and at the Feanorians’ dynamic with them. One of the best Elwing fics I’ve ever read.
Shadow of the Evening by RussetFiredrake - Captures that lady knight/noblewoman thing with Arwyn SO well…both characters are so loveable here.
Writing Goals for 2023: Nothing specific. Life is a bit in flux right now so I can't say what I'll have time or energy for.
Tagging: @meadowlarkx @polutrope @swanmaids @illusivesoul @maironsbigboobs @welcomingdisaster @undercat-overdog
Please note you are by no means required to follow my template or include individual fic stats at all! You can just answer the questions if you prefer (❁´◡`❁)
15 notes
·
View notes
Text
And now, for the Lore Olympus chapter you've been waiting for!
Let's start off with this glorious masterpiece. I really thought they HAD gone back to the Underworld in this scene, but that was proven incorrect moments later.
The defeated look on Demeter's face is a (pun-intended) godsend. All of her bullshit, especially this "intervention," is coming down around her. The falling banner (a la Jurassic Park) is the cherry on top.
[Disclaimer: Demeter is not a huge bitch in EVERY telling of this Greek myth, but she is in LO.]
Not your fault, Persephone. What your mother says is on her, not you. Feel your feelings, vent, and then make like Elsa and Let It Go.
Also, I love the intimacy of this shot. Not just because Hades is butt-naked, but because of the raw openness/vulnerability they have in each other's arms.
I CAN'T GET OVER THIS SCENE!
The look on her face when she finally sees his Terms And Conditions!
Getting the impression that he wasn't poking her while cradling her from behind. Understandable from the emotion of the moment prior, but it was a thought that crossed my mind.
From the second shot, that's an indeterminate "wow" face.
Oh hey! Her hands got fixed too! Metis may have gotten the credit for this, but I feel like the whole breaking free of Demeter thing played a roll as well. Like, that nigh-permanent grip Demeter had on her is, at least emotionally, relieved, and that her hands are a visual metaphor for that.
...and Demeter's fucking insanity continues!
Remember how she said Hades was going to want something from her badly one day, and she was going to deny it of him? Whelp, here it is!
It does beg the question though--- does this embargo apply EVERYWHERE or just in the mortal realm/Olympus? Can it really apply in the Underworld since Hades is the king there?
Excellent logic, Poseidon. Best man SUPPORTS the groom instead of cock-blocking him.
The description of what happened according to Demeter. Outright comical! Love how Persephone is flailing about.
EVEN AT THIS ANGLE, STILL NO MAN-BITS! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!
Cliffhanger!!!!
This explains why Persephone can't get through to Hera, but what has Kronos done to her now???
Anyway, thanks for coming to my LO post!
49 notes
·
View notes
Text
20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by @firebatvillain... er... a few weeks ago, I think. Thank you! Sorry it took me so long.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
136.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
396,444.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Oh, God. Loads, too many to list. Tolkien is currently at the top of the list, and I'm also deep in the extended Jacobite Literary Universe. :D Generally, my fandoms tend to have some sort of historical and/or fantasy setting.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Amo, Amas, Amat (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
Slightly Scandalous (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
Kindred Spirits (Ghosts, Captain/Thomas)
Reality Bites (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
Poetry Slam (NATM, Jedediah/Octavius)
My NATM fics are still my most popular ones by a country mile. I still get almost daily kudos on all of them, which is somewhat bamboozling, given that they're pretty old, very short, and there's been a lot more NATM fic written since then. But it is nice that folks are still finding them and reading them. :D
Then there's that random Ghosts one in there, too!
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yeah, almost always. I like to let readers know I appreciate their feedback, and it's fun to flail about our favourite characters and ships. Though right now, I have to admit that I have a bit of a backlog of comments that I need to respond to. But I'll get there. :S
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I've written a few, but possibly Nunc Dimittis, which is about Morgoth sending Sauron away at the final fall of Angband. It ends with Sauron feeling the moment that Melkor is taken captive, then later, when he's cast into the Void, and realising he's now truly alone. That fic was entirely Dark Lord angst. :P
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Oof, a fairly tough one. I'm quite big on giving my ships happy endings, wherever possible. But I'll go with A Few Good Years to Spend, because that whole fic was an exercise in giving Andreth and Aegnor a happy ending. But I very much liked the final scene, with Andreth growing old and Aegnor as totally, utterly besotted with her as ever. It also had them all surrounded by the various kids of the House of Bëor, and Aegnor being the confirmed favourite, and the image was cute. :3
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not really. I did get one really weird comment on a fic, which was basically a diatribe against the POV character. But it had nothing to do with the actual fic, it was about the character in the canon, and it seemed like it was part of some larger screed had just been c+p'd from some other site. Very strange.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yeah, every so often. I wish I wrote more tbh, because I'm a pervy wee hobgoblin. I've never even written an f/f scene or a proper threesome. So far, all my smut has been fairly tame, but I'd like to try my hand at some more kinky stuff at some point. ;)
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Yeah, when inspiration strikes. I don't know about the craziest, but I think the daftest must definitely be And Long Would Mandos Hold Him, where Death from Horrible Histories meets Saeros from The Children of Húrin and is, naturally, delighted. That one was a riot to write. XD
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge, but fuck, who knows. The internet is huge.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
A few times, into Chinese and Russian.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not really, not if you mean both of us writing. I think the closest I've come so far was when I collaborated with peasina for last year's Pod_Together, which involves teaming up to create both a written fic and a podfic version of the same. It was a really fun experience, coming up with ideas for a story together, and interesting, because it's the first time I've ever written a story specifically intended to be read aloud, so it was something to keep in mind all the time I was writing. The end result was A (Confirmed) Knight Bachelor: written version here and pod version here. I really enjoyed doing this one! :D
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
God, I don't know. I have no idea how to gauge that.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
ahahahaha... oh God, right now, it feels like all of them. XD
But really... sadly, probably the Legolas/Gimli post-LOTR fic I started. Honestly, I think the fact it was looking to end up as a multi-chapter affair kind of scared me from the get-go. Then I wrote myself into a knot trying to work out Legolas and Thranduil's dynamic immediately after the War of the Ring. No doubt it's the sort of thing that could be easily worked out with a bit of tinkering, but I got discouraged and ended up shoving the whole fic on the back-burner, where it's like to stay. :[
(Of course, talking about it inevitably makes me want to open it up and have another crack at it. But realistically, I don't think I'll ever finish it.)
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I do character voices pretty well, and in book fandoms, I think I can usually pull off a decent pastiche of the style. And on a good day, I think I can do good descriptive prose.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Fucking plots, how do they work??? On a bad day, I think my prose is overdone and pedantic: too fussy.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
It can definitely add something - authenticity, atmosphere - but should also be used with caution. Writing is all about communication, after all, and if you start writing whole screeds of conversation in a language that you're not guaranteed your target audience will understand, you're not serving the story, just trying to show off. Economy is the key, I think. I also usually include a translation, either as an endnote, or as a hover-over caption.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
lol technically, I think it must be historical RPF. I used to write wee stories about the historical peeps I was obsessed with at the time.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Oh, how the hell is anyone meant to answer a question like that.
Tagging, with no obligation: @nocompromise-noregrets, @cilil, @bryndeavour, @chiropteracupola, @regshoe, @sanguinarysanguinity, @technicallycleverdetective, @swanmaids, @cycas, and @di-daydreamer.
17 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
damlacimbisakin
Bi saniye ben halledicem
birdswithscales
BirdsWithScales
hufflepuff64
Huff
crispywombatfan
Untitled