As annoying as another movie is, it is fun that the movies all give villains that if allowed would have taken care of each other

Why do you think c!Wilbur was so obsessed with dream in the first place?

if you want a long answer: it genuinely comes from utah. it comes from being the lower class, struggling white cishet man working a horrible job in utah, being transported to a place where people have ultimate power. it comes from moving from regular society to a society where people can get power through feints, through minecraft wars, through exchange of game items.

wilbur exists outside the narrative. he’s lower class, works at a gas station in utah. therefore, of course he wants to seize power the moment he lands in the dream smp. imagine being minus minimum wage, struggling, desperate, and going from that, to minecraft.

you would become wilbur. you would. because poverty (even non extreme lower class poverty) leaves you desperate. it leaves you knowing power is important. if wilbur had come from another server, it would’ve have affected him as much. but on earth, power matters. and so, wilbur has a chance to gain absolute self destructive suicidal power. and so he does

Do you have any modern obito and madara headcanons

Yes I do, however, I intend to incorporate the Japanese culture into their modern HCs. Here we go:

-The basis of their relationship is "tough love", more on the tough, and less on the love xD. Madara raised Obito as a child when his parents died in a car accident.

-Madara is a traditional man. He definitely raised Obito to be persistent and hardworking, and to prioritize work and goals, and everything else comes second. While Madara is more aloof, Obito has a loud nature, opposing Madara's ideals, which completely irritates the older man - but the disciplines he instilled in Obito are completely there.

-Nothing pissed off Madara more than seeing Obito getting low grades in school; and when Kakashi moved into the same school and got high grades, Madara tutored Obito for hours while holding a metal ruler over his head. No Uchiha under Madara's wing is allowed to get low grades and drag the Uchiha name.

-Obito is the CEO of Madara's company. Madara retired to practice falconry and Tachi art (Japanese swordsmanship), and passed the role to Obito. Izuna owns a different company in case anyone wonders why Obito gets to be CEO.

-Madara put Obito in tachi classes when he was in elementary school, and when Obito became an adult, Madara practically forces him into a duel.

-As a teenager, Obito tended to challenge Madara's views and ideals and this led to a lot of explosive arguments between the two that required Madara to threaten Obito with his wooden tachi sword when the little shit crossed his limits with his smart mouth.

-Obito's development as a man grew a soft spot in Madara; given that when Obito became an adult, he became more aloof and mellow, and more focused on the success of the company and he developed an authority and charisma that was very similar to Madara - and this made the older man proud because he saw himself in Obito.

-Madara tends to tease Obito about his crush and love for his childhood best friend, Rin. When Obito starts to act like a little shit, Madara aggravates him by saying that Rin is too good for him and "can see why she fell for that Hatake boy."

-Madara also owns the Naka Shrine - a famous landmark in modern Konoha, and made Itachi and Shisui in charge of running festivals and events in that shrine. Obito also marries Rin there, in which they had a traditional Japanese wedding, which pleased Madara because "it is the sacred sanctuary passed down to them from their Uchiha ancestors, and marrying in that shrine results in abundant blessings from the gods (the god is Susanoo).

-Obito initially wanted to be a cop, but found that running a company suited him more since he always wanted to be acknowledged, and tended to shadow Madara when he worked.

-They shit on each other only in front of other Uchiha members, but when anyone outside of the family insults the other, the two of them turn into their worst nightmare and defend one another.

-Madara tends to be overly critical over little things. "Stand up straight. Don't slouch. You're really going to wear that? You could've added more salt to this. You added too much water into the pot, the rice is all wet. Who told you to add roe to this?"

-Madara lives in a traditional Japanese mansion after he retired, and owns two shiba inu dogs, whom he named Taru and Tatsu. He also tends to travel a lot. Madara seems to be a dog person, since he finds joy in their loyalty and obedience, while Obito is a cat person and owns a one-eyed black cat that he called "Tobi". Madara makes fun of him for naming his cat "something stupid when he could've called it something better like Yami or Kuro." Yes, they fight over pet names.

-Madara always lectures Obito and gives him unsolicited advice, which is something Obito totally hates. Madara is the type that would make fun of you and say that he is only "joking", but would actually kill you if you did the same to him. Obito however, tends to seek Madara's advice sometimes when it comes to the business and company matters.

-When Obito and Rin started dating, Madara consistently asked Obito when they're getting married and when they did get married, when are they having babies to "carry the Uchiha name", and tended to use terms like "plant your seed into her" and "coitus" or "sexual intercourse", and scolds Obito when the younger man uses more vulgar terms (even the word "sex" to Madara is vulgar and unclassy). "Such insolence! Have some class in your speech, boy!"

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That's all for now! Feel free to add in your thoughts!

WIP Whenever & Thirsty Thursday

Tagged by the lovely @vox-monstera! Thank you!

It's not Wednesday, but it is Thursday ;) So you know what that means...

I'm not gonna tag anyone because of my crippling embarrassment every time I post smut (even though I've got no reason to be embarrassed. It is, however, my first time posting something saucy here on ze tumblr...), but @wanderingaldecaldo and @shimmer-like-agirl, you both outed yourselves on the sandwich poll. So there.

Anyway, enjoy a morsel of smut of Grandpa V and Old Man River from the next sandwich chapter I'm working on. Below the cut because porn.

River kissed V fully.   Boldly.  His appetite for her the furthest thing from shy.  She felt his smugness as his lips ran over hers, hands coasting along her ass before settling to hold her hips in place.  V flushed at the way River kissed her.  How his mouth enveloped her.  Consumed and savored.  The way he took his time with her, observant in his exploration, it wound V up deliriously high.  Sent waves of pleasure through her body that made her want to dance.  But she held still, so as to soak in the attention he gave her. It was a disappointment when River stopped, panting as he caught his breath.  "How’s that?"    The heat of V's dizziness robbed her of thought.  "It's, uh…"  She fumbled stringing the words together.  Took too long to answer.  A startled whimper escaped as River took the opportunity to prompt her, his mouth sucking hard on her clit.    She squirmed, and River chastised her even harder. There was a small pop as he paused to let V go again, propping her up and keeping her just out of reach.  His amusement smirked up and down the inside of her thigh.  "Gotta tell me what you want, babe." V's fingers went to the hands clasped on her waist.  The ones denying her.  She scrabbled needy at them.  Desperate.  Then pleaded.  "Fu–fuck.  River, don't stop." "Mmm,"  He held her firm, his voice a contemplative whisper.  "Not the name I was hoping for, buuut…"     A hitched breath, before the provocations of his tongue descended upon her in absolute indulgence.  V pressed down into his caress, tension spasming tight in her thighs and snaking hot in the pit of her stomach.  That damp heat cloyed heavy between her legs, every stroke River made making her want to writhe with every infinitesimal motion.  He held her in his hands, wetting her.  Lapping her up.  The pleasure became overbearing as it tried to seize her, clamber through her body.  Unable to hold back any longer, V bowed forward and gave into sensation.  Wanting to be destroyed.  Be the destroyer. Two could play. Purple strands cascaded over tawny skin as she caved into desire.  River's ministrations continued, but the tempo shifted as she began her own. Balanced on her right elbow and caving into desire, the splayed fingers of her left hand slid across the taut planes of River's torso followed by inquisitive lips.  She touched whatever she wanted, ran her mouth wherever it pleased. His grip alternated between tight and slack beneath her scrutiny, his composure from earlier, crumbling.    V traced a path downward, following the trail of hair around his navel and slipping a hand underneath his waistband to part fabric.  She pushed the offensive material aside to dart through the thicket at his groin, expose River’s brimming arousal.  Toy with him.  She placed light caresses on the lulls and peaks of his hips, traversed the crest of his thighs; watched him twitch swollen and erect with every miniscule manipulation.  And then… V kissed River back.

So i just finished reading Mutually Assured Destruction by @arealphrooblem and OMG CIDNDIFBDIDNDJFB IT'S SO AMAZING DHFHSHZJZJDNS

Soooo i decided to draw my ocs as the characters in it and added a lil twist in the story (this is referenced to part 11 lol) :3

Crying over a 'fake' relationship bc your 'fake' bf left you for 10 months after the Christmas party

-just for him to show up again at midnight in your bedroom

i love writing star wars au bealil because they both have love languages that above all else do NOT involve speaking to each other, but instead demonstrating affection in the most bitchy and aggressively unhelpful way possible 

(re: big boi post, bc I figure not rbing it again is less walloftext)

Capitalism Dudley McMahon :( :( :(

CROSSING HIMSELF. The thing wrong w/ Nicky is, as ever, Catholicism. hardcore is flagellation. Joe: LOSE then! Nicky: fuck you so much.

Joe screenshots and retweets a crop of posts w/ the caption ‘yeah, a bell jar’ and giggles out loud, so Nicky kicks him, bodily, off of the bed.

Wanting whatever the keane v yusufnicky is in this au to take place as a staple gun match now

All of the Andy shit. Chefs kiss. Also glory days Andy and her axe Making A Metaphor abt the og dyke flag…fuck… OH ALSO-ALSO, the black parts of the face paint in the labrys-shape

In MY mind palace Nicky and Quynh are the t4t of branch this polycule and she can compare him to all manner of mid-sized predators. All those hobby lobby ‘the fastest way to get to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ needlepoints, but instead it’s ‘u access subspace through the Gender.’ What the FUCK was I talking about.

Having an ‘I’ve connect the dots (I haven’t connected shit)’ re: Booker/Copley parallels, and Andy/Nile parallels. The former as grief as a wound needing to heal, the latter as grief, as infection, which needs intervention. But all of it abt maladaptive coping. Like, Andy needs to address w/e happened with Quynh. And mb the au version of Nile not seeing her family, bc I don’t like to kill them off, is her father’s death/career change/xyz causing her to pull away from them, & she has to deal w/ that.

Is this Copley v merrick then. & Nile coming in clutch w/ the kendo stick. & Booker, as ever, having his neck broken doggy-style (love how dramatic the announcing is)

Sdhjgkdlsq not the ‘lose then’ god their dynamic is just the absolute crème de la crème truly the epitome of like. Puts them in a cage together and notes down their behaviours. <- meant that in a labrat sort of way but hello nickyjoe cage match who says no

The reason this au is so fucking good btw is the combination of like. Actual violence and bodily harm. And also the bodily harm tht comes from kicking ur boyfriend off the bed in a mean and not so gentle way, but its ok bc u kno he can take both it and u, and also you’re doing it at least 25% because it’ll give you an advantage in ur next match. But only 25%. Maybe 30%

Never seen a staple gun match. Disregard the fact that I have 10 tabs open rn to yt videos of wrestling lemme open up a couple more. Agreeing even tho I havent seen one yet because like yeah I mean. yeah. In this situation is it a tag team thing or is it like one on one w one of the two running interference. Either is so fun . <- wait now Im thinking abt the implications of a no DQ match cause obv u can cheat in a no DQ match thats kinda the point r u allowed to bring in other ppl to fight ur fight with u … no idea. Love the idea of it tho.

Also also now Im thinking of a merrick et al v guardofblack blood&guts steelcage match. Of the cool hand ang covered in blood, mjf throwing Jericho off the top variety. Of the booker realises he’s fucked up and sorta refuses to fight back & just sits there bleeding perhaps throwing himself into the punaises (forgot the word) someone brought in bc its the whole ‘i deserve to suffer thing’ variety. Thatd be so annoying. Like the guard would be annoyed extra with him like stop trying to be a martyr a) you are so stupid b) get out of the way I am TRYING to do smth here

OUGH LABRYS FACE PAINT. SECONDING THAT. SO GOOD 

“In MY mind palace Nicky and Quynh are the t4t of branch this polycule” obsessed w u. Giving this its own response to let it breathe like a fine wine Im sipping down in gulps.

Nicky & quynh is deeply underrated as a dynamic <- man who has never done anything himself to actually create a nickyquynh dynamic. Man who has always put Nicky with Andy and quynh with joe. Man who thinks he’s right on both counts because Joe and quynh also deeply underrated. Theres a (severely) unfinished fic in my drafts in which Nicky & quynh r rival wedding planners and Andy & Joe r their right hand men respectively and both couples start dating each other in shameful secrecy & then its like girl what were YOU doing at the satan’s prayer circle that is getting on ur knees to suck c— anyway where were we. Not important. Just saying all their dynamics are everything. ANYWAY YES screaming u access subspace thru the gender. Thesis statement of a very important b-plot somewhere halfway through this “”fic“” 

Maladaptive coping is, to put it mildly, the only thing worth reading abt in fic. sorry. I mean I know I legit cant say that because Ive only written one fic of that variety and its not even on ao3 bc I abandoned it but I contain multitudes I can be a hypocrite as a treat. Yelling yelling yelling abt the wound/infection situation. oh. ‘we could fix each other’ ‘we could also fix each other but we are instead going to make it so much worse. Hey Andy where did u put the blinders Im going to fix them so firmly onto my head.’ & yeah I also think that nile’s familial situation can be like. She just travels so much and has for such a long time from such a young age (olympic wrestling first & now this) all over the country to where her family can hardly follow her around all the time & maybe she goes home a little less than she maybe should and maybe she lets her phone die on purpose sometimes . Maybe she feels shame about utilising violence as a form of entertainment instead of for a Good Cause like her father did. Maybe this shame is entirely unwarranted but she’s too scared to find out bc yk. infection. Etc etc

[takes my shirt off & points @ my hardened jaw at the wrestling function] I fucking love wrestling I love low blows I LOVE THE WAY EDWARDS COMES IN I LOVE PICTURING NILE LIKE THAT. AND I DO MEAN ALL OF IT. SITS DOWN 2 PUT THE KENDO STICK IN HER MOUTH. MAKES SNOW ANGELS ON THE METAL RAMP. NOW THATS THE HASHTAG VIBE. 

Figuring out the dream and Wilbur dynamic for my au is a joy because dw!Wilbur is positively feral but he looks downright responsible next to dream lmfao

Wilbur and dream, co-leading the resistance and constantly tossing the role of Designated Impulse Control between them like it’s a game of hot-potato: “never let them know your next move”

“ did you seriously just invite me to your fucking wedding? ” // “ i don’t think you should come around here anymore. ” for lucille & monty’s AU ✨

BREAKUP  SENTENCE  STARTERS. for @asystcle because obviously!

“ did you seriously just invite me to your fucking wedding? ”

Lucille stayed seated on the chaise lounge, looking up at Monty as he stood over her. His eyes were bright with the feeling of betrayal, his eyebrows pinched together either in confusion or an attempt at repressing any kind of emotional reaction. He gripped the invitation in his hand, his name written right there in perfect calligraphy.

She set her novel aside and sat up straighter, trying to find the words that would satisfy him. But both of them knew there could be no such thing. “I couldn’t very well not invite you, could I?” Lucille asked. It was a strange argument to choose, reminding him just how close their lives would always be no matter what relationship they had. “Fred wanted to invite you. My mother would surely love to see you. And my sisters.”

“And me?” Monty asked. “Am I supposed to sit in the aisle watching you marry someone you shouldn’t be with?”

A cutting reply jumped to her lips, ready to spit it out: You don’t have to show up if it’s such an inconvenience for you. But Lucille held herself back, looking down at her hands fidgeting in her lap. She knew the reason Monty was upset was not because it was an inconvenience. She just didn’t have the heart to say what it truly was. “Would you like me to tell Fred you won’t be coming, then?”

Her words sounded rehearsed, like she was speaking to guests at a party she spent months planning. Nothing like that had ever existed between them, not Lucille and Monty. It hurt her to talk to him as if he was just another wedding guest, but that’s what he would have to be.

“Are you going to continue speaking as if I’m just anyone else?” Monty asked. “I’m not going to let you marry someone who—”

“Let me?” Lucille repeated, looking up at him. She felt, strangely, very calm through the whole ordeal. Even as Monty stood there, searching her face for anything that would tell him he was reaching her, Lucille couldn’t let him see anything of the sort. “Let me? I wasn’t aware I needed your permission to get married.” She raised her eyebrows. “Especially considering how you didn’t show much of an interest in who I married until very recently, but maybe that’s just because...” The sentence hanging there unfinished. Because I wasn’t much of an interest until recently. Lucille shrugged. “Anyway. If you don’t want come to the wedding, that’s all you have to say.”

“Hang the wedding,” Monty said heatedly, and Lucille’s face snapped up to his. “I don’t care about the wedding, I care about you.”

“You should have said something to me, then,” Lucille replied.

“I did, I told you how I felt, I told you—”

“You were too late.” Lucille turned away as she said it, refusing to meet his eyes. She didn’t want to see the way his face fell, the way he looked at her as if she’d struck him.”

“And so that’s it?” Monty asked. “I tell I love you, you tell me you love me back, and now you’re still getting married to Fred? Now you won’t even look at me?” He took a step closer and put a hand on her cheek, somehow handling her with the utmost care even as he spoke with so much hurt and so much pain. “Look at me.”

Lucille did, seeing the boy she had loved for as long as she could remember. If she closed her eyes, he was the only face she would remember. If she went to sleep, his voice whispering her name was the last thing she’d repeat in her head. Even when she had said yes to Fred as he’d gone down on one knee, she had thought of Monty, her heart beating fast like she knew, even then, that she was making a mistake and still couldn’t bring herself to stop it.

“You were too late,” Lucille repeated. “Do you imagine it’s a coincidence that you discover your feelings for me when I’m already going to be engaged? I couldn’t...I can’t wait for you to see me about to walk out the door only for you to realize at the last second that you want me to stay. I want a home, I want peace, I want—”

“I want you.” Monty interrupted. “I would be yours, if you’d let me.” He took her hand in his and Lucille didn’t even bother trying to pull away. She wished he’d take her in his arms, kiss her again until she couldn’t breathe.

Lucille stood up, clutching his hand as if her life depended on it. Sometimes, she thought it did. “You want me,” she whispered, “and I love you.” She bit her lip, eyes steady on the marble floor beneath her feet. “So where does that leave us?” Monty opened his mouth to speak but Lucille shook her head. “I don’t want someone who wants me because he thinks I’m about to fly away. And maybe that’s not the way you want me, and maybe I’m wrong, but my future—my family’s future—can’t take the chance of me being wrong.”

She pulled her hand from his. “And I’d rather have a partner who I can depend on, someone I trust and admire, than someone who I fear I’ll always wonder if he truly wants me or only wants what he can’t have.”

Monty tried to pull her in to kiss her and Lucille remembered so vividly how she had allowed him to the last time. The way he’d pressed against her, the way she’d felt breathless in his hands. Fred had never made her feel that way, and still she turned away from Monty.

“I understand if you won’t be coming. If it were you, I wouldn’t come, either.”

“ i don’t think you should come around here anymore. ”

They had been going on like this for an hour now. Lucille sat on the bed, her dressing gown wrapped tightly around her, while Monty stood on the other side of the room, facing the window. He wasn’t looking at her as he said it, but Lucille was looking at him, and nothing about him seemed to be taking those words lightly.

Lucille slid off the bed, walking towards him slowly with her eyebrows scrunched together. They’d been going in circles for what felt like ages, old arguments mixed with new ones, but never had Lucille imagined that any of them would culminate in Monty telling her she had to go.

“Do you mean that?” she asked. She still stood a healthy distance away from him and he was still standing in a way that she could only see his side profile. If she had been thinking of anything else, she would have thought she’d like to paint his portrait in this exact position.

“Are you surprised anymore?” Monty responded. “We’re not happy, are we? Unhappy people don’t make very good bedfellows.”

“They do when they aren’t what’s making each other unhappy,” Lucille said with a soft smile, trying to make light of what she was hearing. It wasn’t Monty that made her unhappy, no, it was the choices Lucille herself had made. Monty was the way to combat that unhappiness. Of course unhappy people made good bedfellows, as long as they were happy together.

But Monty didn’t respond to her comment, nor did his expression change. And Lucille’s face slowly lost her smile, whatever she’d been trying to do to resolve the mess they’d become fading fast. “I don’t make you very happy, do I?” she said after a long pause. “I am the one that’s making you unhappy.”

She didn’t phrase it as a question; she didn’t need to. His silence had answered a question she’d never wanted to ask.

Monty finally turned to look at her, seeing her stand in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped around herself as if they were protecting her—from him, from herself, from the entire world—and the way he looked at her was so tender even in his exhaustion, even in his frustration with her. She wanted to step towards him, kiss him, bring him back to bed, anything that would keep him with her.

Instead, Lucille turned away from him and went back to the bed, sitting on the edge. She felt sick at the thought of going to what she had begun to think of as her side of a bed she never stayed in for more than one night.

“Did I ever make you happy?” Lucille asked, her eyes on the floor. But she shook her head almost immediately. “No, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

“You did make me happy,” Monty said. “You do. But you don’t just make me happy.” He came to sit beside her on the bed and Lucille instinctively stood up, walking back to the center of the room. She felt tears prick at the edges of her eyes and was suddenly so grateful for the darkness of the room because the thought of Monty seeing her cry filled her with so much humiliation and shame that she feared she might collapse from the weight of it.

She wanted him to wrap his arms around her just to push him away so he would know the feeling. She wanted to kiss him and bite his lip all at once, tell him that she hated him and she never wanted to see him again, and she did none of those things.

She couldn’t, because he was right. She didn’t make him happy, because how could she? Every time Monty came close, Lucille couldn’t help but turn away. She hated him for being right, almost as much as she hated herself for doing it.

A small sob escaped her lips and Lucille burned with embarrassment. Monty immediately came to her, his arms encasing her even as she struggled for him to let her go. She bowed her head, covering her face with her hands, and let the tears come. She used to be so worried about Monty hurting her, and all she had done since the first time she had kissed him was hurt him. She used to think it was what true love was, the heartbreak and the passion, but nothing about this felt like just love anymore.

“I don’t know what to do without you,” Lucille said, pulling away. “I’ve never known what to do without you. I’ve spent my whole life loving you. That doesn’t disappear overnight.”

Monty had no answer for her and she knew he could never give her one. He hadn’t spent his whole life loving her. Lucille carried the weight of it on her own, just as she would carry the weight of his goodbye with her. Every since the beginning of this, when Monty had kissed her even after she was married, when Lucille had sought him out whenever Fred was away, when he would arrive unannounced and lock the door behind him so they wouldn’t be disturbed, Lucille had known about the inevitability of an end.

She just never wanted to acknowledge the reality of it. She knew heartbreak like an old friend, and still this hurt more. Because Lucille had had Monty, she’d held him in her arms and spent evenings with him and laughed with him when he teased her or pulled on her braids as if she were still a child. And this was somehow worse than never being with him at all, to know that she’d had him and she was losing him and it was her own fault.

“I love you,” she repeated. “What am I supposed to do with all of that? I can’t give it to anyone else, it’s yours.”

Monty wiped a tear away from her cheek and Lucille flinched away from the tenderness of it all. “I don’t know where I’m going to put my love for you, either.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead like a curtain falling at the end of a play.

He could have rejected her, yelled at her that he never wanted to see her again, and Lucille would have done it. Even as he broke her heart, she was grateful to know there was something to break. The pain she felt was, and would always be, a reminder that what she felt for him was real. Every bit of love and heartache that she’d poured into him would sit inside her until she forgot him or he forgot her, a steady reminder that something had lived there in the space between them and it had once been good. The pain would remind her that for a moment, the reality of Lucille and Monty had been real. She never wanted to get to a point where the thought of him kissing her cheek didn’t leave a hollow pain in her chest and Lucille was okay with that.

It meant he was too important to forget.

heart | @jegulus-microfic | words: 855

* I’m running late on the prompts whoops

critical care, part 6 (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5)

a Jegulus nurse!AU

“Wow, he’s mean.”

“I’m meaner,” Regulus replied and holy shit James believed him.

He could picture it now: Regulus, a relentless, demanding little thing on top of him, sinking onto James’s cock with a vicious hiss and riding him until he was spent. He would be so small but a force of nature all the same, wrapping James’s heartstrings around his little finger like a leash.

Bloody hell, he’s going to look amazing on our Christmas cards.

“Were you just waiting for me to get angry?”

“I was waiting to see if you could,” Regulus corrected, licking a bit of cream from his spoon. James watched the pink tongue dart out, give a good, long lick and disappear past plush lips once more.

I’m not meant to survive this lunch.

“So you and Riddle used to…?”

“Used to,” Regulus replied carelessly.

“What happened?”

“He asked Sirius if he could fuck the both of us at the same time. Not a good look.”

James gaped at him, thoroughly distracted from his lascivious thoughts. “What!?”

Regulus set his spoon to the side. “It was before Sirius got together with Lupin. He was sleeping with half the hospital and every now and then one of his conquests would decide they wanted the matching set. So now Sirius loses his shit at anyone that looks at me sideways and I get the pleasure of sneaking around behind his back like this.”

That… made a lot of sense actually. James had just assumed that Sirius was being baselessly paranoid but there was something a bit bittersweet about it now. Sirius loved Regulus more than anything or anyone. He must have felt very guilty for putting his little brother in that position.

“I’m sorry.”

Regulus frowned. “Why? It’s not your fault.”

“It’s just… what you say.” James cleared his throat, switching topics. “But why did you want to see if I could get angry?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t wrong.”

“About?”

“You manifesting the right attitude to fuck me.”

Even though James had very blatantly been hoping for it, the direct statement made him choke hard. “What!?”

“I like it rough,” Regulus explained calmly, making James work hard to will the beginnings of arousal away. “With teeth and nails and words. I don’t see anything wrong with it, but I understand that not every guy can deliver.”

James suddenly pictured a naked, sweating, panting Regulus on all fours under him with James’s teeth digging into Regulus’s smooth, warm shoulder as he took him from behind in harsh thrusts. It wasn’t James’s usual style—he liked looking at his partner; liked a bit of connection. But he was only human and what else was he supposed to do but agree if Regulus wanted a little pain with his pleasure?

There was something else that concerned him, however.

“Do you think Riddle’s angry enough to tell people?”

Regulus looked disinterested. “Riddle doesn’t scare me. He understands that the only power he has over me is whatever I decide to give him. If he turns me in to HR, I’ll turn him in too.”

“Mutually assured destruction.”

“No, actually, because I can get another nursing job tomorrow. He’s in a competitive program that lasts two years. He can’t afford to get kicked out. He wouldn’t get another cardiovascular fellowship with a sex scandal on his record. If anything, he’ll try to protect me to protect himself.”

Gorgeous, vicious little thing, James thought admiringly.

“I’m not being unreasonable. If he doesn’t want any problems, he just has to keep his mouth shut. It’s not that hard.”

“And you’re good at that sort of thing, are you? Keeping your mouth shut?”

Regulus just looked at him. “I make a much better impression with it open.”

“I bet you do.”

“So?” Regulus picked up the spoon again, idly pressing it against his tongue. “I already know you’re interested, so let’s not kid ourselves there. The real question is if you’re too scared of my big brother to fuck me the way you obviously want to.”

And that really was the question, wasn’t it? Sirius would lose his mind if he found out, that was a given. If he didn’t take a hit out on James, he’d at least refuse to ever speak to him again.

Objectively, this was a very obvious choice.

He should be running away screaming at the very suggestion of engaging the Slytherin like that.

…But fuck, Regulus was fit.

Like, expensive fashion magazine meets dirty wanking material fit.

This is really sort of Sirius’s fault, he tried to convince himself. The way Remus had told it yesterday when James had struck up a very ulteriorly-motivated conversation on the subject, Sirius had practically raised Regulus and had no spine whatsoever when it came to denying him anything.

“He’s never even heard of the word ‘no,’” Remus had concluded with a fond roll of his eyes. “Sirius spoils him rotten.”

And James would be out of his fucking mind to say no to him too.

“…You know what? Fuck it. I’ll fist fight Sirius every morning in the parking lot for the rest of my life if I have to. We’re doing this.”

ggrhrhhhjk madduo hhihkhkgjgjgggghk worshiper of a false god. The divinity is a lie but the god is his

“You’re the admin,” Wilbur murmurs, his dark, dark eyes never leaving Dream’s face, “I know you know what that means. Even if nobody else does.”

And Dream does: feels the plea of the server with every breath he takes, sees the destruction behind his eyelids at night. It’s why he’s stopped sleeping. The stacks of TNT in his inventory are heavier than Atlas’s weight, all of a sudden. Like somehow, Wilbur’s death isn’t the end. It’s the beginning.

“If I pray to you when I’m dead,” Wilbur continues, a puff of smoke leaving his lips at the same time, “will you hear me?”

Yes, Dream thinks. Because he hears everything. Every plead, every desperate, desperate whisper.

“Wilbur,” he says instead, evenly. Level, like he’s not being torn apart by war and factions and the sickly cigarette smoke. “You don’t have to do this.”

Wilbur’s thin fine finger traces his jaw.

“I do, Dream. If not for me, then to ruin you.”

The smile he offers Dream is pale, arrogant, apologetic.

“I know you’ll understand.”

How does Madara react to Obito becoming Hokage?

I'd eat my own ass if he wasn't going to be the proudest Uchiha alive to witness such a huge achievement.

I'd say he'd absolutely feel like he defeated Tobirama if Obito became the first Uchiha Hokage. I can totally imagine the smug grin on Madara's face just by watching Obito put on that famous hat as he faces the crowd during the ceremony.

He'd be watching the whole event from ontop of the cliff, where he and Hashirama once spoke of their dreams, and he'd feel like the Uchiha clan has finally won at life because of Obito.

Madara is never the type to show anyone a genuine smile - he's either smirking arrogantly or he has a stern, passive look on his face because nothing could ever impress him. But I'm quite certain that Madara would smile at Obito genuinely, in this manner:

Because he achieved his dreams and became the first Uchiha Hokage. Of course, he would smile at him like that privately, right on top of where Obito's face is carved out on Hokage Rock.

Mutually Assured Destruction

Paring: Dark!Rafe Cameron x F!Reader, JJ Maybank x F!Reader

Summary: Like most young women, your life was en route towards an inevitable destination: marriage, motherhood, and regrets. While 1939 marked the beginning of a harrowing world conflict, it provided you with the opportunity to glimpse into an alternate perspective on the order of things... one where you have a choice.

Warnings: Typical mid-20th century misogyny, possessive behaviour, dub-con, ptsd, attempted murder, murder, returning solider au! + more to be added

🦇gill – "This is a choose your own ending story– or both endings if you want –it's you're choice hehe. I'm working on the first part currently and I'll release both alternate endings at the same time."

Main Storyline

Mutually Assured Destruction

Alternate ending I: Rafe

Alternate ending II: JJ

(Collage images all sourced from Pinterest)

Sterek HS AU’s

Practice Makes Perfect Series by @blacktofade

One of the best Sterek HS AUs.  Derek is Captain of the Lacrosse team.  Scott and Stiles make the team somehow.  

Option C) Some Bad Guys are Werewolves, but not all Werewolves are Bad Guys by Calrissian18 @wellhalesbells​

All the high school days nostalgia Sterek style. QuietBroodingJock!Derek / Nerd!Stiles

Binomial Coefficients by @devildoll

So many beautifully awkward moments. Captured flawlessly the nerd / jock romance.

I laughed out loud at so many lines, but this is my favorite line: “Derek always looks slightly annoyed with everyone around him, and he still has more friends than Stiles.”

Here’s To You, Kiddo by MellytheHun @loserchildhotpants​

Jock!Werewolf!Protective!Pining!Derek, Artist!Stiles, Bully!Jackson. Sweet and easy HS AU read. 

What Good Are Rules If You Can’t Break Them by wishingonalightningbolt

Stiles and Derek use their antagonistic relationship to keep their no-strings-attached-sex relationship a secret. “It goes about as well as you’d expect.” 

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction by alocalband

Derek is the cool, but quiet kid.  Stiles is a flaily nerd. Checks all the Sterek HS AU boxes. 

Tutor!Verse by betp @lavenderek​

Snack size vignettes following Jock!Derek and “Geek”!Stiles. The first Not Another Sterek Romance ... is completely fulfilling on it’s own if you are not looking for a series read. 

The Nerd Party by bibliosexual @biliosexxual

Lacrosse Captain (and closet nerd) Derek Hale and Unabashed nerd Stiles Stilinski discover they have a common interest and something to talk about. Hales!Live. 

The Athlete & the Criminal by @damnfancyscotch 

Well done spin on The Breakfast Club with Stiles as The Jock" and Derek as "The Criminal". Nothing too deep, but a quick feel good read.

Covelant Bonds Series by @halffizzbin 

Nerd!Derek and Jock!Stiles get paired as chemistry partners. 

You Were Only 17 Series by MellytheHun @loserchildhotpants​

Antagonistic!Derek “bullies” Stiles until the tension gets so thick a kiss is stolen and everything becomes clear. (The “bullying” in this fic is akin to some vexing pigtail pulling - attention seeking, not malicious.)  

You’ve Got Notes by the_gramophone

Jock!Derek, Nerd!Stiles. Derek and Laura are twins and in the same grade as Stiles. Stiles keeps receiving notes in his locker that are anonymous love letters. It’s sweet, then heart breaking, then brilliantly, dramatically butterfly inducing. 

You Can Hear It In the Silence by Emela

I’m sorry to see this one was deleted. It’s a bit more of a serious take on the HS AU with a “John Goode YA feel” about it. A secret relationship between a formerly popular Derek - who has been “outed” by a vindictive Kate and ostracized by a homophobic student body and a firmly closeted, newly popular Stiles.  Beyond the Sterek relationship it took on some coming of age themes in a societal context. 

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

Words and Fics

47, 302 words published to ao3

1 fandoms (9-1-1)

Most recent drop: even when the heat breaks I’m still yours (E, 6,169 words)

Longest Fic: Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em (E, 16,925 words)

Top Fics by Kudos

I want you to be selfish with me (M, 4,652 words)

You bring me comfort (T, 4,181 words)

Tapping Morse Code into your heart (E, 2,796 words)

let me cradle your body (be a safe place to rest) (G, 1,972 words)

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make (G, 800 words)

My fandom fic events in 2023

I didn't participate in any this year but maybe next year!

Upcoming Events and Projects for 2024

Fics I'm going to try and get out this year:

Dog Tags Fic/Mistaken Identity/Christmas: They don’t know (your name is already mine)

Secret fic

Buddie rodeo/Alright Cowboy, Go Get 'Em

Already started/mostly written:

Buddie MMA Rivals AU

Someone to be Gentle- 5 times Buck is gentle with Eddie and + One time Eddie repays his gentleness  

For you mi amor, I choose death/Buddie Mafia AU

Librarian AU/Let me check you out

You make bad day infinitely better

Vampire/Werewolf Buddie/Halloween fic

Only the already bad can be influenced/Crop top and short shorts fic

Bank Robbery Fic/Mutually Assured Destruction

No-Nut-November fic

Pirates Buddie

We might end up real close 2x1 fic

Ideas/planned/just started fics:

Buck get dumps, gets drunk with Eddie and thinks they slept together fic

Awkward Sex Buddie fic

I can see you sequel

Love list Buddie

Don't go where I can't follow

Motorcycle fic

Street racing/Fast and Furious AU

Buddie- You belong with me fic

5+1 Platonic Daddy fic with @exhuastedpigeon

LA zoo TikTok Buck

Buck & Eddie wedding- Something wrong in the village

sword buddie pt. 2/ Under the Guise of Violence 

Post Lawsuit/Call your mum inspired fic

Untitled post season 6 angst based on Stick Season

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thoughts on different rgbtrio combination escape au's:

charlie + sneeg + ranboo: most stable probably. no surprise that when your support system is larger you do better. this does not mean they are normal they just are more balanced. ranboo's inclusion cuts somewhat through sneeg and charlie's relentless codependency and fucked up family dyamic. charlie + ranboo: most common escape au. probably the most possible (would require the least canon divergence to happen) but i need people to recognize the loss of sneeg in this one more. charlie's the older brother now and he doesn't know how to do it. charlie's the older brother and he has no idea how the outside world works. ranboo is fucked up but desperately emotionally clinging to the fact that they managed to get charlie out alive and trying not to think about everyone else the two of them left behind. charlie insists they have to go back and save them, but ranboo doesn't want to risk them being captured again and never making it out. charlie + sneeg: stable mostly by mutually assured destruction. i Know these two are both repressing their emotions but get soo upset when they realize the other is also doing that. both of them feel like they should have saved ranboo and failed- this + the fear of losing the other makes them spiteful over the other's attempt to save them (charlie calling sneeg selfish for trying to leave without going back for anyone, sneeg calling charlie stupid over not trying to save himself) sneeg + ranboo: don't think i've literally ever seen this one and it's a shame. even moreso than charlie+ranboo (since ranboo has less interaction with sneeg) this is an open wound of a duo. sneeg is repressing his emotions by being Useful and ranboo doesn't know how to recognize it and is too caught up in his own rock bottom mental state. ranboo wants to go back to showfall so bad but sneeg won't let them. sneeg keeps cooking ranboo's eggs how charlie liked them. ranboo solo: genuinely the most untenable. they harbor so much guilt over everyone's deaths i truly believe that the best outcome from a ranboo solo would be them returning to showfall. charlie solo: also would probably return to showfall i think. not as fast as ranboo because i think charlie feels less at fault for people's deaths, but he would realize at some point he had absolutely no idea how to interact with the outside world sneeg solo: this man is a hammerhead shark if he stops moving he will Die, and he would probably rather die than return to showfall, since he left everyone else behind and showfall was so so cruel to him personally. unsustainable but takes longer to fall apart than ranboo or charlie solo