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aprillikesthings · 4 months

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I am still a little obsessed with this

I had an idea for a Catradora fic like a year ago and ugggh I'd need to rewatch the whole show to do it any justice and I dunno if I have the patience

Anyway have some barely-edited info-dumping I did last March in a tiny discord server for a completely different cartoon ship*:

The other night when I couldn't sleep it occurred to me that there could/should be a very realistic fic out there of catra and adora, after the events of the last season, having a very passionate but over-dramatic relationship for a couple of years, then breaking up and getting back together multiple times before one or both of them decides Actually, we have to break up, for real, we are slowly killing each other over this; and one of them moves away and they both get therapy of some kind and both try dating other people but it just isn't working out (I can absolutely see Adora in a relationship that's perfectly fine and healthy but also boring as fuck, and her just thinking: huh, I guess normal people are supposed to feel like this? but it just feels like it's missing something, but the thing it's missing might just be a lot of arguing and crying and make-up sex, so like, I should just. stop missing that. probably. And Catra ending up in a bunch of short-term things where all of them end with either the other person going dude you are in love with someone else and I can tell or her feeling guilty and breaking it off bc the other person is obviously more into her than vice-versa)

And anyway after like ten years or something they see each other but one or both is still dating someone else and it's like ha ha our younger days were SOMETHING ELSE weren't they, oh did you get therapy oh good me too, I'm glad you're doing well, nice to bump into you :) but they're both internally screaming because yeah those feelings are Still There, fuck fuck fuck

The current partner of whichever of them dumps them bc "you're still in love with your ex" but neither of them say why the dump happened and the dumped one doesn't say anything to the other, which means they hear about it through the grapevine, and their heart goes YOOOOO and their brain goes "I thought we were actually done with this and being Good about it fuck fuck fuck" and theyre both :) still normal to each other :) all the time :)

PINING I love pining hhh lol

But yeah there's, I dunno. A party? with a lot of people? maybe they each have one (1) drink, not even enough to impair them, and the next thing you know they're making out in a closet or something somewhere, and then one or both of them is crying hysterically, and after a lot of talking they're like, I want to try again. But as actual adults who've had time to grow up and have a lot of therapy. So they do, and it's good, and all their friends are like Oh thank god you two are both the stupidest motherfuckers on earth.

Halfway through the first post I realized I am half re-writing one of my fave Sherlock fics but putting it on top of She-Ra characters and adapting it to spop's plot but it'S JUST A GOOD STORy and honestly how it would actually happen

Because they were SO YOUNG in the show and neither of them had ever seen a healthy relationship modeled, ever, by anyone; and they're both heavily traumatized on top of it. And love isn't always be enough to deal with all of that. It's just not.

Me: this would make a good romance novel if we could file off the serial numbers

Also me: it's only interesting to me because it's THESE CHARACTERS like how the fuck would you include the backstory lolol

My dumb brain is like, "look I know spop ended three years ago and also, this is obviously the kind of story that AN ACTUAL ADULT writes, generally speaking; so nobody would read it, but what if you spent a year writing this"

But also half the plot feels like it's lifted from The Speed of Objects in Motion by holyfant (linked above) which is still, easily, one of my top-two Sherlock fics of all time, bc it's just so painfully realistic--they do end up together again at the end, but there's a lot off off-again/on-again and arguing and then a few years they're not together in the meantime

Anyway, re: spop: Fate and destiny are great but real happily ever afters would be so hard with everything that lead up to the end of the series

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>:( at myself for being like "oh it would take a year to write this" bc if I had actually done it I would be done by now pfffffft

(*Amedot)

#april writes #ehhhh I am not fandom-tagging this

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centrally-unplanned · 1 year

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Hello. Our discussion the other day left me confused about what exactly you consider the term "Leftism" to mean. So as a clarifying example, would you describe the USA Democrats as a "Leftist" party? Thanks

Starting at the direct level, the democrats in the US contains leftists but is not wholly or primarily leftists. Its dumb US stuff, since its a harshly two-party system both republicans and democrats are actually a grab bag of coalitions. At different times the democrats are either cooperating with or opposing their own leftist faction, so its contextual.

I don't find this framing too useful in the modern era honestly. Like yes, Hegel was *sigh, ugggh* right, human preferences are diverse but aggregated social dynamics work such that a 'left-right' binary emerges in almost all socieites. However, its not what self-identified capital-L leftists tend to mean, they treat Leftism as a cohesive, cross-country faction distinct from conservatives, liberals, etc. This made sense at the end of the 19th century - opposition to imperialism, support for expanded franchise, legalizing unions, etc, made a unified political platform in Europe. But political faction aren't a constant, its downstream of the political, social, and economic forces of the day.

These days I don't see a strong "leftist" political party in the same way of much note. On some topics is because its too diffuse - oh leftists support queer rights? So do most liberals, so do a lot of conservatives even, progress on queer rights wasn't wholly or even primarily a leftist achievement depending on the country. On others its because its way too specific - are the german environmentalists shutting down nuclear power plants to prop up coal plants leftists? They think they are, to me they are fools. For an issue near and dear to me, left-NIMBYs think they are preserving their communities, I think they are gatekeeping low income housing and degrading our cities. Are the leftist for queer rights also NIMBYs? What do they think of open borders? There isn't a coherent platform of leftism even within countries, let alone across them.

(A lot of this is because the goals of 19th century leftism were achieved in many fronts, though certainly not all - expanded franchise, end of imperialism, large welfare states, etc. Those solutions ofc brought ther own problems and history marched on)

Instead I view modern capital-L leftism as primarily a cultural thing - lots of Against Capitalism energy, but when you are in office debating budget allocations between transport modalities or immigration regulations suddenly that energy provides contradictory answers. It does exist, im not saying its all vibes; instead when analysing the political party of country X, its not a simple question. The Democratic party in America has its left moments and it has its liberal moments and its straight-up right moments; the Socialist Party of France has had gone back and forth on what that actually means because it turns out governing is hard, and has done a ton of conservative stuff in its day.

I suppose it is worth mentioning that for some forms of leftism it *is* all vibes - no actual plan for obtaining and utilizing political power, just vague hand-waves at ~revolution~ that is never going to happen and would probably be a disaster if it did. This isn't the majority by any stretch, its often an insult hurled at actual leftists who absolutely are doing real work. But they do exist - they aren't political figures at all, and I don't consider them worthy of discussion; they can continue writing their mislabelled fiction. (The right, of course, has this faction too) So i don't factor these people into an analysis of capital-L Leftism any more than I have to.

#political ideology discourse

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fandomfluffandfuck · 10 months

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S!!! kinky subby anon here. I gotta tell you about my latest experience cause hot damn.

so, I've been overstimulated before by being fucked (penetrated, toyed ect) a lot in the span of certain time but with hands and I really wanted to do it with a machine because previously I had use a doxy wand and I just could never keep it after I had reached my orgasm. it was too much but I really wanted to try it so last night we set the camera, we invited two of our friends and!!!, we got a Sybian, no we didn't buy it, they're expensive but we got one for a little bit. In our house we already have the structure for me to be tied to the ceiling so somehow we put the Sybian in a table and I sat on it (we tried in the bed but to be honest, it didn't feel good because you're not putting your whole body weight in it and I reeeeally wanted to feel it. so I sat on it, my hand tied above my head, tits clamped, collar on, spider gag on and I was ready to go. by the way! it turns on the Sybian has a lot of different shapes you can ride, we chose two: the double penetration and the biggest dildo one, I first rode the double one, it was good but it wasn't so big so we changed to the biggest dildo in less than 10 minutes I think, I'm just so used to be full now, so anyway we changed and holy shit. I can tell you I don't remember much of that,I do remember reaching my second orgasm and I was drooling and shaking. I did tell my boyfriend to not get me out of there even if I was screaming, I really really wanted to experience that over stimulation but I knew I wouldn't like it at the beginning because as i said, I've tried before. so I'm there riding the thing and our make friend goes behind me, outs hid fingers in my mouth while his girlfriend was sucking on my tits and then he pushes my legs down to get my clit even closer (was that even possible?? apparently yes) to the thing, holy shit S.... everybody should try that thing at least once, it was wonderful. as I said I remember perfectly reaching my second orgasm and I remember I was screaming, I was screaming so loud that my baby decided to change the spider gag to a penis shaped one so nobody would think I was being murdered (lol).after that everything got fuzzy but watching the video was surely an experience, I ended up masturbating at seeing myself drooling and with my eyes rolled in the back of my head, no I wasn't unconscious cause I'd open my eyes and so but my eyes were a mess. I think I saw myself cumming another 3 times or that's what it appeared to be. our friends and my boyfriend kept on touching me and that was actually cute to see. everything ended up so wet, like if I had taken a shower right there. when my boyfriend decided it was over and he pulled me out of that I was just a mess, I remember opening my eyes and I couldn't even get my fingers to even brush my vagina at all. everything was swollen and red-ish but my clitoris specially hated me (which is okay cause I loved it). I couldn't even take a bath for the upcoming 3-4 hours because I couldn't touch it. in conclusion it was amazing, it was more than I expected and to that one anon who had sent you an ask about Seb riding a Sybian? yeah... he should! and everyone should to be honest 🙈

I can't find that ask right now, ugggh, I wanted to link it lol

Hey, sweetheart!

Immediately I have to say OH MY GOD, that sounds like a hell of a fucking time. A good fucking time.

I feel like I say it every time, but I'm just speaking the truth, lmao--you're out there living the fucking 🤌🏻dream.🤌🏻 The kinkiest, best dream.

The sybian. The big dildo. The gags. The camera. The multiple people. The overstimulation. The drooling. The haze of it all.

All 👏🏻 of 👏🏻 it 👏🏻

Good for you! I am fucking cheering you on from the sidelines; I love reading the play-by-play.

Also, yeah, your poor neighbors--they most definely thought someone was getting fucking murdered, lol. Although, is it really that good of a time if you don't get a noise complaint, don't make your neighbors bang on the door/wall because you've pissed them off, or something of the sort? 👀

That, 10000%, sounds amazing. I'm thrilled for you, I'm thrilled that you had such a good time! And yeah, your first-hand experience certainly vouched for everyone to try it (including and especially Sebastian. Wanna see that pretty face all fucked out and hear all the pretty little hoarse whimpers he makes when he's screamed himself raw 😮‍💨😮‍💨)

Thank you as always for being willing to share!

#asks #subby kinky anon #tmi

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aquitainequeen · 11 months

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All Is Bliss (Until Someone Loses An Eye): Chapter 8: But First: TEA BREAK

I know. I know. I keep saying that Alina's going to meet Catherine and Peter, and then I give you something completely different. But these two were crying out for a scene together, and one of them in particular refused to sit back and shut up until later in the story - and then fittingly was an absolute nightmare to write.

Because of the immense struggle I had with this chapter, it's dedicated to the Writer's Guild of America, in their strike to protect their livelihoods and skills. Protect the writers!!!

As Tolstoy said in Anna Karenina, 'Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.'

Thus: when Aleksander met Baghra.

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Hundreds of years ago her son would have brought his supposed triumph to her like a hound bringing her its prey. Decades ago, he would’ve hefted it as a club and smashed her in the face with it. Today he might have rubbed it in her face like. Like.

Fuck it. It’s too early in the morning. Something lingering and sticky, he’d have done that; save that having to bend his neck to Peter first thing upon his return seems to have burned any smug satisfaction out of him. He actually wants to lean against the fireplace to rest and allow her to see that he’s wearied, rather than playing the all-powerful Black General, even and especially in front of his own mother.

He’s grown his hair out. Once more he looks like that absolutely dire painting; the one whose artist should have been flogged for having committed such crimes against art and, yes, against her boy. He looks good. Healthy, powerful, fresh from using his power and - despite having come almost directly from seeing Peter - it seems to be one of the days where he’s actually happy to exist.

It’ll be best not to hit the ground snapping and putting him on his guard already. Civil. She can be civil. She can ask something they can both agree is right and proper: ‘Killed plenty of drüskelle on the road?’

‘Several. They’re getting far too confident, lately. Naturally Peter refuses to recognise Zlatan’s hand in such raids; he’s too busy ranting about Fjerdan fucks.’

‘Did you make them suffer?’

‘Do you know, you’re the second person who’s asked me that in the past few hours?’

‘Please tell me the first wasn’t Peter.’

‘It was.’

‘Ugggh.’ Well, that’s one safe topic sullied.

If they were any other sort of mother and son, this is where she’d make him sit down and feed and water him and listen to all his tedious troubles. But they aren’t anyone else, just themselves, and they have to live with that every day. Besides which, when she very graciously and generously offers the boy some tea, he looks at her out of the corner of his eye and asks ‘Is it drugged?’

‘Now, would I do that, right when you need your wits about you the most?’

He gives her the look that means he’s imagining slicing bits and pieces off her.

‘Really, you’re bad enough when you’re in what counts for your right mind; I shudder to think what you’d be like while off your head on mushrooms.’

The look continues.

‘All right, you’re in a mood. How about some water?’ She even points him towards the ice box where the vodka nestles, to be helpful.

‘It is eight in the morning!’ He says, as if he doesn’t carry around that fancy hip flask for his own nips of vodka when it suits.

‘So? It’s also the only way I can put up with the brats you persist in foisting upon me.’

‘…Mother, are you deliberately teaching the young ones while drunk?’

She considers. She takes her sweet time. ’Hmmm. No, I am not. Calm yourself; I wouldn’t get sloshed around the children. There wouldn’t be many of them left if I did.’

It’s been a while since she’s driven him to shut his eyes and breathe through his nose like that. ‘That. Actually makes your choice of teaching methods even worse. You do realise that makes them worse?’

‘Still effective, though.’ Fine, if there’s to be no vodka, she can try her luck elsewhere. ‘I don’t suppose lessons will be cancelled today? A feast day to celebrate this momentous occasion?’

He considers. He takes his sweet time. ‘Hmmm. No, we shan’t do that. It is a joyous day, but we must not teach the young ones to neglect their studies.’

It was an immensely long shot. Nevertheless, he must pay for this. ‘Then a small toast, if nothing else?’

‘Fuck, no. I endured enough toasts last night. So much smashed glass.’

‘Enough for you to make sand for a whole new desert beneath a new Fold?’

Ah, he could cleave her in two with that look, no need for the Cut! ‘Why are you so surprised? Did you expect an actual toast? Applause? As if you’d done something really clever?’

Elbowing himself upright off the fireplace, her boy stands so formal and offended. ‘I was hoping for perhaps a touch more genuine enthusiasm at the coming of the Sun Summoner.’

‘Well. That would depend very much on what you intend to do with her. If you’re not having any tea, you can at least make me a glass.’

He rolls his eyes at the utterly arduous task before him; nonetheless, he goes to unearth a glass. Make that glasses; evidently the sildroher-call of freshly steeped tea is just too strong to resist after all, even on the off chance that it contains mushrooms.

‘So,’ she says, once she’s got her brew, ‘how is the Fold?’

‘As much of a scar upon Ravka as ever.’ He laughs in delight as he roots out the cherry jam; it’s fleeting but still the first laugh she’s heard from him in possibly years. ‘How are your students?’

‘Fucking irritating as ever. How’s the court?’

‘Same drunk, disorderly, inbred fuckwits as ever. I had to drag some of my Healers out of their beds for numerous idiots who persisted in treading on broken glass in bare feet; in addition to several snatched scalps, a broken back and a popped testicle.’

Why? Why has she lived to a point where she has to hear sentences like this? ‘Exciting evening.’

He hums agreement through his second mouthful of jam, and swallows immediately to allow for further ranting. ‘And Peter was egging them on, of course. “In honour of the Sun Summoner!”’ He was so excited that he even started throwing glasses at the servants, as opposed to the floor. Such a child.’

This, from the man eating his mother’s cherry jam from the jar by the spoonful, barely even trying to disguise it with the occasional sip of tea. She sticks to observing, ‘It seems you’ll have some stiff competition for her time and attention.’ And likely her allegiance as well. Her boy has no doubt charmed the stockings off Alina Starkova by now and has a whole bevy of material comforts ready to woo her with; still, the girl would have to be the dumbest wench alive not to at least somewhat throw her lot in with the Emperor of Ravka, be he the dumbest cunt alive.

Her boy, in the meantime, shrugs and licks the spoon in the face of danger. ‘I quiver with fear.’

‘Remind me; what happened the last time you underestimated a monarch?’

While he struggles to swallow his rage and her jam, she gulps down some tea and still gets a word in before him: ‘Peter may be a miserable little runt compared to Old Peter or Anastas, but he’s still got your future soldiers within easy massacring distance, and your balls firmly in a vice. If he wants Starkova for his own, who are you to stop him?’

‘I am - and I cannot believe the words are coming out of my mouth - his Uncle Vanya. I am one of his grandfather’s most trusted generals, and now one of his most trusted generals. I am a person whom he wants, desperately, to be proud of him.’ Raising his glass to toast himself, looking her dead in the eye, he concludes: ‘Most certainly I can stop him.’

She’s about to ask if that’s why he was able to delay trotting Starkova out in front of Peter and begging to be allowed to keep her until this morning, but he continues, which is probably just as well: ‘In any case, Peter has decided to take a somewhat novel route. He wants the Sun Summoner to…love him.’

Their eyes meet again and for once they are in perfect agreement: the horror. The horror.

‘Which means he’ll try to be charming. Likeable. Wise and beneficent, for possibly the first time in his life. It should be both hilarious and harrowing to witness.’

‘He might yet surprise you.’ And her boy might wrinkle his nose in derision, but he’s spent so long around his boy that perhaps he thinks he’s safe, that the leopard eating people’s faces would never eat his face.

‘When last I saw the Emperor, he was raring to play with his toy soldiers and plan how precisely he’d rescue the Sun Summoner from the drüskelle. He wanted to include some wolves.’

‘…he said that to your face?’

‘Oh, yes.’

As she said just now, and much as he’ll deny it: balls. Vice. And yet: ‘And you still haven’t killed him yet?’

‘Careful, mother; that almost sounds like treason. You know, the thing you periodically counsel me against?’

‘Hnh. I am a myth. Myths cannot plot treason. More tea.’

While he’s taking her glass for a refill, he asks out of curiosity rather than concern, ‘Speaking of which, I hope Baghra Yaga hasn’t incapacitated anyone too vital to the running of the country lately?’

‘If she has, then it’s their own fucking fault for blundering around bear-infested woods for days on end. And by the way, Aleksander, pet. I’d hate to think you had anything to do with this sudden craze that half the court has, for trying to invade my home and ask for a light, of all things.’

‘Of course not, mother. It was Peter who restarted that idiotic tradition of seeking out the witch in the woods.’

A tradition which her boy seized upon and squirreled into Peter’s head. He’s doing this just to piss her off. She should call his bluff by flaying and fileting the very next drunk fuckwit that she finds near her house or in one of her traps, skewering the pieces on the Grand Palace lawns, and strewing their hair and teeth all over the place; let’s see if anyone still wants to go into the woods to find ‘the Baghra Witch’ after that. The boy thinks he can wear her down into summoning again by annoying the ever-loving shit out of her? There are many ways to skin a nosy and terminally stupid aristocrat.

Her boy, aware of her plotting but with no idea of the downfall she is weaving for him, returns her glass. ‘Just think, if you lived in the Little Palace, you wouldn’t have to put up with their attempts at rude intrusions.’

‘If I moved into your Little Palace, I would end up killing someone you would actually miss.’ He opens his mouth to protest. ‘Am I wrong?’ He shuts his mouth. ‘Best for me to stay out here, eh? Safer.’

Perhaps with visions of bisected children dancing in his head, he nods to show she’s won this round.

‘Now. Peter may be utterly lacking in charm, but Elizabeth is another matter entirely.’ She makes a show of a good long sip of this new glass before continuing. ‘What will you do if the Emperor sends his aunt as a go-between to Starkova, or if she decides to take the initiative? Volunteer yourself to distract her again? Another seduction?’

‘At present, I fancy Elizabeth’s far too busy trying to make sure Peter impregnates his wife. There’ll be no humouring his whims when it comes to other women. Likely she’ll say he’s already got a mistress and an Empress; he shouldn’t be getting greedy.’ With that out of the way, he gets that scolding look when he despairs of her wits and thinks they’re on the way out. ‘Also, you do her a grave disservice by thinking her cock-struck. She’d cut my throat in a heartbeat if she thought I was threatening him.’

‘Oh, good for her.’ She raises her glass to the Grand Duchess: a woman who knows what is going on. ‘Though it does make me wonder what you plan to do with her, in the event all your scheming actually pays off. Or with little Catherine, for that matter.’

That irritating smile of his, perhaps from thinking of past romps with Elizabeth, fizzles out. ‘I’ve literally just got back; I’ve barely had my tea, and you ask me to pass judgement on the new Empress? Before I’ve even had a chance to properly see her in action?’

‘You’d better get a move on, then, before it’s too late. The brats have been on fire about how she’s picked a fight with Countess Svenska, you might not even have to trouble yourself. She’ll be discovered face down in a fountain soon enough.’

Shockingly, he doesn’t look tempted by the prospect. ‘That won’t do; I need her alive for now. Zlatan might not have wanted her as Empress, but he’ll adore her as a martyr of East Ravka’s growing degeneracy.’

‘Well, then she lives. And what will you do if she tries to outshine Starkova?’

She waits for him to finish laughing, ducking his head and actually showing his teeth. The first time she’s seen that in years as well; today is turning out to be just full of surprises. ‘She’s not a complete fool, boy. She’s nowhere near powerful enough to steal Starkova from you and take her under her own wing, so either she tries to win her favour or attempts to blot out her light. Such as it is. What then?’

‘Then she still lives.’ Her boy plays about with his glass for really far too long before setting it aside. ‘But she won’t enjoy it.’ With that oh so dramatic threat, he starts his pacing; he’s probably eager to be heading back to his Little Palace and collect his pet, but he had to stop and gossip with her for a spell. ‘I want Alina-’

The first time that he’s spoken the girl’s name. He likes her, and he doesn’t even know it.

‘-ready to shock and amaze by the Winter Fete. She must dazzle Peter, Elizabeth, the Apparat. All the ambassadors, Zlatan and his minions, anyone who thinks that Ravka is ready to be butchered for her meat.’

Now comes the list of demands and commands. She sets her glass aside as well and prepares for battle. ‘But?

‘But there will be no cause for complaint on her part during her training. That means no fire. No unscheduled dips in the lake. No drugged tea without Alina’s explicit consent. No bear traps, no snares, and definitely no bees. Where did you even find a bee hive?’

‘Get your own.’ While he gapes at being interrupted – what, should she have stuck her hand up and waited to be permitted a word? - she strikes back. ‘Why even send her to me, then? I’ve given hundreds of your little worshippers the kick up the arse that they desperately needed; you liked the results well enough then. If you’re fretting that she’ll mewl and quit at the prospect of a few hard knocks, train her yourself. Take all the others, while you’re at it.’

‘What, when I might be sent to the furthest reaches of the empire on Peter’s whim and at a moment’s notice?’ Oh, thank Maker there’s no hesitation in his reply, so he likely won’t be calling her bluff! ‘Should I teach Alina via letters from the front? Communicate with her via some mystical bond that permits us to share our minds? She needs stability and structure to unlock her full potential, and I know I can always rely upon you to be as constant and uncompromising as the Permafrost.’

‘Flatterer.’

‘I do my best. In any case, I can hardly inflict you upon every student and then turn around and say “Except for Alina Starkova.” I won’t have any whispers of favouritism.’

Maker, the boy exhausts her sometimes. She settles back into the ideal position for deploying her perfected and devasting sidelong stare. ‘You’ve installed her in the Vezda suite, you had special crockery made for her and you demanded twenty different designs for her kefta. Definitely no favouritism there.’

‘By which you mean, I’ve installed her in the safest location in the Little Palace. And I demanded nothing; those were all tributes from the Artificers.’ He has the effrontery to look innocent. ‘I’m told there was quite a scuffle over who would get the honour of making her kefta. Even one or two duels.’

‘Regardless of whoever got their eyes scratched out, you’re the one who’s having a golden chair - yes, I know about the chair - installed next to yours in the dining hall. You realise that once the novelty wears off, they’ll bitch and moan?’ The boy’s no doubt ready to babble more about how long they have waited for their saviour, so she drowns him out once more: ‘You’ve got your latest sighthound eating out of your hand, but Zoya Nazyalenskaya has not spent years working her way up the ranks, only to be outstripped by a scrap from the provinces. Even if the sun does shine out of her arse.’

Has he only just thought of this himself? Surely not. Surely he’s not grown so soft in his palace and position that he’s forgotten self-interest and spite are also eternal. Surely - ecstatic though he is at finally having a Sun Summoner in his clutches - he’s at least considered that Zoya is not going to welcome Alina Starkova with open arms, but might rather desire to rip the very breath from her lungs and make her eyes explode in their sockets for good measure.

Well, he clearly has now. ‘Zoya will understand.’ And when she simply stares at him, he adds: ‘If not now, then soon enough. She’ll know which way the wind is blowing.’

‘…just for that, you absolutely deserve to be stabbed in the back.’

‘Fair point. But she has more than earned her rightful place for when the time comes.’

‘Even if it’s not by your side? You think that spot should go to Starkova? Can she even use her powers yet, outside of getting pricked with that ridiculous talon of yours? What exactly are you giving me to work with?’

'Why not come and see her for yourself?’ He spreads his arms, palms to the heavens, asking the universe why he has to plead again with such a stubborn old bag. 'You asked for a holiday? Quit your fireside and actually bestir your bones. Peel yourself out of your chair, always assuming you haven’t fused with it by now, and join us in our procession to the Grand Palace.’

‘And what would I do there? Is Baghra Yaga going to make a surprise appearance to curse the Emperor? The Sun Summoner? Both? Maybe even you?’

‘You could attend incognito. We’d throw a kefta on you as a disguise, stick you right in the middle of the throng, hidden amidst the Materialki. It wouldn’t precisely be a front row view, but as good as.’

There are probably more quips that he’s only making because he knows she’ll refuse and which she doesn’t bother to listen to. He can act the dutiful son rebuffed once more by his termagant mother, the sacrifices he’s made for her, the kind and generous offers she spurns! But now he must go, sighing how she is always so unreasonable, and proceed to wrangle the Emperor and mark Alina Starkova as his territory.

These are the days she almost feels some faint vestige of being well-disposed towards Peter; miserable murderous little runt with delusions of divine right though he might be, at least he isn’t plotting to take over the world.

Well, bugger all that. ‘Then we’d better get moving, if we don’t want to hold up your procession.’

He laughs – three times in one visit, such a miracle finding Starkova seems to have worked! – and then belief hits hard as she starts levering herself up from the chair. ‘You’re. You’re actually coming?’

‘Did I stutter? Really. You, the Sun Summoner and the Emperor, trying to be charming, all in the same room? I need to see what happens next.’

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I find Baghra, and especially her teaching methods, makes a lot more sense if she's stuck into the plot of The Great. Funny old world.

Listing all the nods to other works in this chapter here, because I am not a data-scraping language generator.

Next chapter really, really is When Alina Met Catherine and Peter. I swear.

#I delayed posting this chapter on Tumblr until this evening because my laptop was away being cleaned by the computer expert #and doing posts with pictures on mobile is absolutely impossible for me #fic: all is bliss #baghra #baghra morozova #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #the darkling #darklina #the great #the great hulu #shadow and bone #sab #shadow and bone fanfic #sab fanfic #the great fanfic

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Ch. 8

(filled with rage) Mary!!!!

That is all I have to say about chapter 8. This poor BABY. He doesn't understand how rules work! Scaring him doesn't HELP!

Okay wait I do have something else to say, and it's that I genuinely don't know what Hugh was getting at with his hints about Brendan's relationship to Paddy.

The obvious idea is that Brendan is Paddy's father, but then A) Hugh wouldn't hate Paddy if he weren't the Snake's son, right?? and B) Hugh says Paddy IS their cousin, implying he is ALSO something else.

This suggests a relation might be through Paddy's mother's side--was she a relation of theirs? I don't think she could be Hugh and Brendan's sister, though, because I think someone said she lived in China.

*throws up hands*

Ch. 9:

Paddy trying to hide from the Nightmare Guilt lurking in his mind is all too relatable. :(

Wait did Ellen say Hugh TOOK Paddy from his parents? I mean, no names obviously, but the baby mentioned has to be somebody we know and there's nobody else. How does THAT fit in here?

Ellen. Thank you for giving good advice, but also TAKE IT YOURSELF. If it's better to be punished by Brendan than kept in bondage by Hugh (and it IS), act on that? Don't ask the child to braver than you're being.

Ch. 10

Hugh: *tortures a child*

Hugh: UGH why are you always crying

I DO understand that he's replicating what Paddy's father did to him.

…That should really make him LESS surprised by the results.

Ch. 11:

All right, Hugh suffers SOME pangs of conscience. Not enough to actually face what he's doing, but some.

Ugggh this man. Wilfully fighting back against his softer feelings toward Paddy, of course, but I'm also just mad how he assumes Paddy will ENJOY misbehaving or breaking things. Even when Paddy says he doesn't want to! Hugh doesn't listen!

Ch. 12:

"surely you love him well enough to trust him?" That's the WHOLE THING, that's what Paddy can't get to, because he can't tell what's reasonable and what isn't so maybe a person like Brendon WOULD still cut his thumbs off for what he did! Maybe that's a reasonable consequence in Brendon's eyes! He can't piece together that that's incompatible with his love and respect for Brendon. Because he is a CHILD.

Hm, the sister lived in Other Thragoness all her childhood and Hugh refuses to say any more. Some evidence she could be Paddy's mother, then.

Oh NO poor BABY (he was caned)

Ch. 13:

Hugh: Hm. Why does hurting my baby cousin/nephew feel bad. Why am I trying to make him feel better. Why CAN'T I make him feel better by just pressing a button and magically turning off all his hurt feelings, it's like my actions have consequences

Ah yeah, Hugh's got a point, doesn't he? The "telling Brendon" threat isn't just empty, it's more likely to end HIS world instead of Paddy's.

Hugh: Well, having recreated my childhood trauma, I guess I'll recreate the consolations we got as well! Please don't examine any of this too closely (SUCH a mess)

And he literally HAS a way out of this self-created trap. Brendon wants to tell him Paddy's here! He is asking for an opportunity! And Hugh decides to keep going with the layers of lies instead.

"Hugo mio" aw that's cute

"DON'T TELL ME HE'S LIKE ROBIN I DON'T LIKE THOSE IMPLICATIONS"

"You would like him yourself if you knew him." OOF

Ch. 14:

Can't believe Paddy told Hugh he was "mean" for the first time ever and it was over Hugh's teasing him with a glimpse of "the baby"

(Also that Paddy's immediate reaction to hearing the baby was in the house was "Brendon doesn't like it better than me?" <3)

Brendon's a knight for the costume party. Of course.

Hugh speaking well of Quentin is…a lot. But also OW the blatantly awful things lying BARELY under the surface of what he tells Paddy--and that is the best he has to tell! It's just All Awful!

Of course, this isn't sustainable either. But give Hugh credit, he has very little practice thinking about other people's emotional welfare. He's trying not to be actively cruel here!!

Ch. 15:

Oh no, baby. :( Progress with Hugh is good but a barrier between him and Brendon is BAD. Unfair to both of them.

Ugggh, ANOTHER unjust adult in his life. Just what Paddy needed.

"Did you enjoy living at Victoria Lodge?" "Why, was I meant to?"

Brendon is his world! And yet he believes Brendon might cut his thumbs off! THIS is why little children are so vulnerable!!

He's HURTING HIMSELF ON PURPOSE to make a chance for Brendon to take care of him. HONEY

Oh the ESSAY. The best thing Miss Prince ever did was send Brendon Paddy's essay.

His mostly-dead relatives are his imaginary friends. I can't believe Paddy actually brought MORE Gothic to Thragoness.

His imaginary dad is just a version of Brendon who approves of him AUGH

He's REENACTING THE RING ABUSE AS A PRETEND Brendon get this child some better occupations

Ch. 16:

No Brendon not like that

…The flipside of the problem is that Brendon ALSO doesn't get that Paddy loves HIM. Because Paddy doesn't TRUST him and Brendon is misdiagnosing the symptoms (and doesn't have confidence he CAN do a decent job with Paddy)

Hugh. Hugh. I GET that you can't cope with Brendon's feelings being hurt either, but it doesn't help to yell at Paddy without actually explaining what he did wrong, and it ESPECIALLY doesn't help when this whole thing is your fault

(Though tbf, Paddy HAS been hiding his problem from Hugh. And Hugh doesn't want to see anything unpleasant unless it's put directly in front of him, so)

Hugh is such a WILD mixture of growing self-knowledge and complete blindness to Paddy. "Not that YOU would know anything about living in dread of discovery, of course"

Ch. 17

Ah yes the WORST POSSIBLE PERSON to catch Paddy. SURE WHY NOT.

All three of the Tenthragon boys are having the WORST DAY IMAGINABLE.

Incredibly impressive, though, what coherent characters both of these brothers are even filtered through Paddy's POV.

Oh Brendon. Buddy. I understand what you're doing, and Hugh literally asked for it because he can't achieve emotional honesty to save his life, but DON'T.

Ch. 18:

Okay, I did not give Brendon enough credit. I mean, I still suspect he doesn't know how MUCH he means to Hugh, but he's putting more even thought into this than I thought.

Paddy loves Hugh too. :( It shouldn't have been his job to learn to understand Hugh, but he has a bit anyway.

He's writing LETTERS to Hugh.

No one is entirely happy and everyone concerned here misses each other and it doesn't CHANGE anything

Oh, the mysterious sister is here?? She's here with her husband???

Auggggh the Snake is HERE.

UGGGGH the sleeper command to "obey Brendon" at the beginning of the book came from HIM? Of course it did. Lifelong expert in frightening children.

Hey. Hey Hugh. Thanks for stealing Paddy when he was a baby.

Ch. 19:

…Oh. Somehow I did NOT place that all the tragic Tenthragon deaths probably weren't accidents.

…Really should've picked up on that.

Oh GOLLY. (Quentin getting legal and financial guardianship over Hugh.)

Hugh telling the whole story in third person because he can't deal with actually TELLING Paddy.

I repeat: even if it wasn't Hugh's intention, the arrangement he put into place ended up being probably the best outcome possible for Paddy.

…I'm sorry, are you telling me that Hugh is STILL NOT A LEGAL ADULT. CURRENTLY.

I knew he was young, but…

That's what you DO miss when POV is filtered through a nine-year-old.

(Brendon might still be in his twenties himself, then. He probably is. OOF he has had WAY too much on his shoulders for WAY too long.)

(He IS in his twenties. He's I think twenty-five?? What an INCREDIBLY good adult he's been.)

Noooo, Brendon, Paddy DOES deserve to know. He's already in the middle of this, he should get to navigate it with some understanding of what he's seen.

Oh, all right, if Hugh didn't want it read then it's fine. Hopefully Paddy can wait a bit to understand his family fully.

Dread.

It ends THERE?

#and now i have to return it :/#it is very good! even if i'm still grappling with the ending #thank you for the recommendation Rebekah!#I look forward to being able to talk about it now

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Bully Reader X Sans (Part 3)

(SFW now with more bullying.)

“Just!... Come on! Let me wipe that stupid stuff off you so I can get outta here!” Y/N demanded.

Why does she want to do it herself?! Ugggh. What have I gotten myself into? This better be the last time I see her in my house. Hopefully now that I know she's got a crush on me she'll be too embarrassed to bother me so much. I can finally be left alone.

Not remembering what she was going to do, I went up the stairs and into the bathroom. I didn't like how she marched right in without my permission at all. When I got in, I opened a drawer to pull out a few rags. I handed one to her. Meaning for it to be used so she could wash off her badly smudged makeup.

She looks like a clown now. I almost feel like I've had my revenge a bit. I had to walk around looking like a clown though. Still…Maybe I should back off. I don't want to give her a reason to retaliate. Although, I might have scared her enough to prevent that. Still, I better be nice just in case.

Although I can toss people around, for the most part my powers don't do much damage unless the person I'm using them against has caused a lot of pain themselves. It's kinda like karma. Therefore, if anyone knows about it, then my edge is gone. I know it's overkill but I don't have much else to work with. If something ever happened to the kingdom. I want to be able to hold my own. Be useful.

While I was in my thoughts I didn't notice Y/N had put a horrible smelling clear liquid on the rag I gave her. When I looked over, I saw a scary clown coming at me with a suspicious wet rag.

“Aaahh!”

Before thinking, I pushed her away from me with my magic again. She was stupid enough to be sitting on the counter so I accidentally knocked her off.

“Y/N! Oh shit!”

She hit her head on the cabinet opposite the sink. I hoped silently she didn't have any serious injuries. I was gonna get myself into a lot of trouble if anyone found out I beat up a defenseless girl. That's exactly the kinda story I expected her to tell if I didn't do something fast. I held up her head and tried to get her to sit up too. Thankfully she wasn't unconscious. Just weak.

“Ugggh. Owwww.”

“I'm so sorry. I wasn't trying to push you that time I swear.”

The relief and the funny face made me unable to stop myself. I started laughing.

“I don't believe you at all! Are you trying to fucking kill me?!”

“Noo hahaha no no. It's not that. Haha. You just look ridiculous like that. I- hahaha. When you came at me you actually scared the shit outta me. That's what happened. It's just funny.”

“Uuughh! You asshole!”

She shot up, supposedly to fix her makeup. But that was a stupid thing to do. She stumbled and started to fall again. I tried to get up to catch her but it didn't go so well. We tumbled and both ended up on the ground. I landed back first which hurts like hell. What was worse, was I had my arms awkwardly wrapped around her. When we realized our position Y/N moved off me and stared down at me in shock.

She looked hilarious.

“Hahahaha!”

“Ugggh! Stop laughing at me!”

To my surprise, she slapped me. I sat up and shook my head.

Y/N’s POv

Wearing a lot of makeup was not only a passion, but I wanted to stand out as a very average looking girl. Bright makeup was the way I wanted to do that. Nobody wants to be made fun of for their looks, but I was especially sensitive to that kinda thing. I put a lot of pride in my appearance. I don't like it when that gets messed up.

I opened up various cabinets looking for something I could use to remove my makeup. If Sans thought I looked that funny then there was probably no saving it. After finding some real dusty baby oil I took it and one of the other rags Sans had set out.

“Hold on. Be careful. Don't stand up too fast.”

“Shut up asshole. It's not like you actually care.”

After seeing my pink clown-like lips and black eyes, my audacity disappeared. Getting beat up and embarrassed like that made it impossible for me to keep my emotions in check. At least the tears helped me rub off my makeup faster. I don't know if Sans noticed that, my sniffling, or shaking legs first.

“Hey… I'm sorry. I don't want to make things worse when you're trying to make things better. I know you probably don't want to stick around and listen to me make fun of you. Especially since I keep-”

I tried to kick him but the bastard had scary fast reflexes. He grabbed my foot and calmly put it back down on the ground.

Why the hell is he so goddamn strong!? Who is this guy?! Everyone says he's the weakest monster here!

“You're gonna get yourself real hurt if you try to do that.”

I stumbled back to the door.

Maybe I should cut my losses and actually get out of here now.

Sans let out a long sigh. “You don't have to be so scared. Alright? Look. I can push you around but I can't actually hurt you barely at all.”

Sans summoned a bone from the ground. Something Papyrus could do when I saw him spar.

“Touch it.” He commanded.

“Why the hell should I trust you?!”

“Because it'll all make sense. It's not gonna hurt. I promise.”

I wasn't thinking straight from all the concussions. So I slid my foot forward and touched the white bone. I felt a small pinch as the attack made a strange noise and disappeared. Just as any other magical attack would.

“...Wait. That's it?”

“Yup. That's all I can do to you with those.”

“Then why the hell are you so fast? And how can you use gravity like that?! Even Papyrus can't do that! Or… well not to that extent at least.”

“Because it's all I have.”

“...oh.”

Fighting meant a lot to the underground kingdom. And Sans was a sentry. It made sense he had to be capable of something if he had that position. Sans stood up.

“Heh. You don't look like such a bitch anymore without all that makeup on.”

Nothing was more insulting to me than hearing that from a guy. But since I know he wasn't interested in me, I knew it was genuine. So I didn't know what to think about it.

“Is that supposed to be your attempt at a compliment?”

“Nah. I have no reason to flatter you.”

“Hmph. You don't think you should play nice with the girl that has the solution to your problem?”

“The problem you caused!”

“Hehe~ Good point. Now stand still okay? And tell me if you feel any stinging or burning.”

“Yeah yeah…”

I picked up the rag again and applied more nail polish remover. Just in case it dried too much. Then I put a hand on Sans' chin. He was a bit shorter than me so I had to tilt his head up. He grumbled when I touched him and averted his eyes from my gaze.

Wait… why is he letting me do it? Wait! Why am I doing it!?

I started to gently rub the rag in circles on his face. His eyes teared up quickly and he looked like he was in pain.

“You're supposed to tell me if it hurts!”

“It's not that. It just smells so bad.”

“How can you smell anyway?"

“Well I can see and talk right?”

“You can see because you clearly have some kind of eye magic thingie going on. Like. That's been obvious so far. And you can talk because you have lips. Er. Do you have a tongue?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?~”

“A-aah! No!”

“How'd you know I have lips? They're not super obvious lookin. What are you staring at em for?”

They're not. But I did notice them while having so much time focused on his face. I had pulled the rag away while Sans was trying to embarrass me, but I decided to get the job done fast so I could leave.

“Ow! Ow ow! It hurts now! Hey stop! It hurts!”

Having the nail polish remover not do anything to his cheeks was very worrying. I tossed the rag into the sink. Sans was about to say something as he looked into the mirror. But he stopped when he saw no change to the black dots.

“I'm… so sorry. I have one more thing though!”

Sans sighed. “Yeah I know. I'm not gonna fight ya just yet. Wait. Don't you have two more things?”

“Two? Oh! The blush. Er! I said-”

“You tried to make something up about why you had it.” Sans interrupted.

“Okay fine. I did pick it up for you actually. I was thinking that if I couldn't get the marker off, I could at least make you look less like a tired old man. Maybe you'd get some friends and you could finally leave me alone.”

“Leave you alone? You're the one always coming up and picking on me! That's why Grillby said he thought you liked me.”

“Pft. What am I? 6?”

“You sure act like it.”

I already had the blush in my hand. It had an applicator too so it wasn't hard to get it out quickly. I knew Sans could dodge but his bathroom was small.

“That's it! Come here!”

“Aaahh!”

I brushed the applicator across the pink powder and grabbed Sans by the arm with my other hand. I wrestled around with him and tried to get the powder onto his cheeks but I missed a couple times. I got his chin, and then his collarbone. Which actually gave me a surprising reaction. When the soft, tickly sponge touched him, Sans jolted and sucked in air through his teeth. I took the opportunity to finally get his cheeks.

“Aaahh! Hey! Knock it off.”

Shaking his head only made my job easier. The cute pink hue blended into his “skin” and further highlighted the little marks on his cheeks. I couldn't help but giggle in delight at the image.

“I really don't think you deserve to have so much fun after basically giving me surprise face tattoos.”

#sans x reader #x reader #undertale #fanfiction

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Mini Fanfic #1041: Whatever it Takes (Sonic)

10:32 p.m. at G.U.N. High Tech Secret Computer Room.......

Eggman: (Tries Typing in the Access Codes on G.U.N.'s Computer Before Letting Out an Annoyed Glare) ('Ugggh') Of all the lousy-This is the sixth time this heap of junk has kicked me out of the blasted sever! (Lays his Head on the Palm of his Hand) I knew G.U.N.'s security and access systems are a challenge to crack, but I didn't think it would get THIS frustrating......

Metal Sonic: ('Mechanical Scarp Noise')

Eggman: (Rolls his Eyes) Yes, I know we've been in here for the past hour or so, but until we find the necessary inputs we need to bring my little girl back to life, we are not leaving of this room! Now be more patient! I need a few seconds to think.

Metal turns way from his creator with arms crossed as the doctor himself begins take one deep breath to maintain his thought process.

Eggman: Calm yourself, Robotnik. You been in this kind of situation multiple times before in the past, this isn't any different. It's not like it could get any worse from he-

'A-HEM'

Eggman begins to get startled up from his seat and Metal starts getting into battle position as they turn to see Shadow the Hedgehog slowly walking out of the shadows.

Shadow: Doctor, Metal. Fancy seeing you two in here this evening.

Eggman: S-S-Shadow! Uhh....(Smiles Very Awkwardly) L-Long time no see! W-What brings you here on this.....fine evening?

Shadow: Well, I was going to clock out for the night, visiting my family and whatnot. That is......(Glares Narrowly at the Duo) Until I noticed two, very familiar trespassers infiltrating a highly classified computer room in the middle of the night. Care to explain why that's the case?

Eggman: .....Uhh....(Turns to Metal Sonic) We're here for......(Slowly Turns Back to Shadow With an Awkward Smile on his Face) Research purposes?

Metal Sonic: (Starta Nodding to this Statement)

Shadow: (Stares at Eggman and Metal For a Few Seconds Before Letting Out a Sigh) Okay. Let me rephrase that: either you tell you why you two are really here....(Creates a Green Bright Like Energy on the Palm of his Hand With a Menacing Glare in his Eyes) or I'll end your existence in the next three seconds. (Slowly Walks Towards the Duo) One......Two......-

Eggman: Alright, fine! I'll confess! The real reason why Metal and I are here is so we could find the exact coding, inputs and steps needed to restore back my daughter's physical form.

Shadow: You.....(Raises an Eyebrow as The Green Engery Disappears From his Hand) Have an actual daughter.

Eggman: Shocker, I know. But it's the truth nonetheless. Her name is Sage Robotnik. She's an A.I I created with the sole purpose to hack into the Starfall Island to find any secrets that lies within. As well as beating Sonic at his own game as per usual, but that's beside the point. Our....(Starts Scratching Behind his Head With a Bit of a Guilty Look on his Face) relationship hasn't gone off to a good start at first, but hopefully if the process comes out successful, then maybe.....I could do whatever I can to change all of that. May take a while, but-

Eggman starts noticing Shadow staring at him with narrow, doubtful look in his eyes.

Eggman: Wait, why are you staring at me? (Starts Glaring at Shadow) Are you actually going to believe that I'm making all of this up as I go along!?

Shadow: ('Sigh') Look, it's not that I DON'T want to believe you. (Crosses his Arms Together) But you do have a history of being dishonest.

Eggman: ('Scoffs') Oh please. Name one time!

Shadow: Well, for starters, you never bother to give me any details on what happened to me during the Ark. Let alone if I was truly who I said I was or not.

Eggman: I.....never had the chance to give you a thorough answer on the issues at hand. Far too busy.

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow) Trying to destroy me and my team?

Eggman: You kept getting in my way! Not as bad as Sonic, but you're a close second!

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes) Right. Back on the topic of dishonesty, there were also times where you tricked Knuckles into working for you on numerous occasions.

Eggman: How else was I supposed to get the Master Emerald without him suspecting anything? And it's not my fault he kept being gullible.

Metal Sonic: ('Scrap Noise')

Eggman: (Turns Back to Metal) Oh come on. You're still gung-ho about that? It was a long time ago! Get over it!!

Metal Sonic: (Turns Away From the Doctor While Making More Scrap Noises)

Eggman: Don't you dare try and get smart with me, you bucket of boils. I'm STILL your creator!!

Metal Sonic: ('Scrap Noise')

Shadow: Using One of Metal's claws as a backscratcher without him noticing. That's low, even for you.

Eggman: (Turns Back to Shadow With a Sharp Glare) Stay out of this, Hedgehog or so help me-

'Beep Beep Beep'

Shadow: Hold that thought. (Press his Finger on One of the Ear Pieces He's Wearing) Shadow's speaking.

Omega: (Speaks From the Other Line of the Call) Shadow, my tracker reads that you are located inside the classified computer room. Are there any intruders spotted inside the facility?

Shadow: Wel-

Eggman: (In a Hushed Voice) Shadow wait!

Shadow slowly turns his head to the doctor to let him speak

Eggman: ('Sigh Heavily') Okay, look, I know my years of villainy and our countless banters between one another has already proven your suspension of me in more ways than none, but believe me when I say that this is something I DESPERATELY need to accomplish more than anything else right now! For the past few days, I have been feeling nothing but a deep amount of regret and guilt for the way I've mistreated my own daughter since the day escaped from that cursed cyberspace dimension. And I want nothing more than to start over and make things right with her and this computer in front of me is the only chance I have into making it a reality! So please, Shadow. For once......(A Tear Staets Falling Down From his Eyes) let me try and do something right for once in my excruciating life.

Shadow stares deep into the doctor's eyes and Metal's claw softly reaching out for his creator's shoulder as he barely let the words of his name come out from his mouth. Eggman has been known as lot of things to Shadow and most of his acquaintance over the years: evil, curel, calculus, egotisic, selfish, a sore loser, the list goes on. But he never thought would ever see him get so.... sincere and emotional over something he cares about until now, let alone an A.I. he has already considered as his own child. Before he could process this any further, he starts hearing Omega's voice again from his earpiece.

Omega: Shadow, do you still copy?

Shadow: (Place his Two Fingers Back on the Earpiece) Yeah, I'm still here. Sorry I haven't answered back to you earlier, I wanted to make sure there wasn't intruders present in the area. (Turns Back to Eggman Once More Before Letting Out a Sigh of his Own) And luckily for us, there seems to be no else one present in here except me. Tell Rouge I'll meet you two outside in a few.

Omega: Affirmative. Over and out.

Eggman: (Eyes Widened a Bit at Shadow Turning Off his Earpiece) You're.....actually not going to rat us out?

Shadow: (Shrugs) You said you wanted to look for the correct coding and inputs for your daughter's revival, right? Might as well make this opportunity count while you still have the chance. (Raises an Eyebrow) If you're clever enough to find them that is.

Eggman: ('Scoffs') Oh please. Do you have any idea who you're talking to right now? I am the most evilest scientist this world has privilege to offer! I can crack down anything- ('YAWN') In....a matter of seconds.

Shadow: .....Right. (Turns Around and Walk Away) Good luck with that then-

Eggman: Shadow!

Shadow: (Turns his Head Back to Eggman) Hm?

Eggman: (Gives One Sincere Nod to the Ultimate Lifeform) Thank you.

Shadow: (Stares at the Doctor For a Brief Second Before Nodding Back at Him) Have a Happy Holidays, Doctor. (Disappears in a Flashly Green Light)

Eggman: (Takes One Deep Breath) Alright, then. It seems we're wasting enough time as it is. (Turns Back to the Computer and Begins Typing) Let's get back work, Metal.

Metal Sonic: ('Scrap Noise')

The Next Morning, Eggman's Laboratory.......

?????'s P.O.V

????: (Slowly Opens her Eyes as She Wakes Up From What Felt Like Long Slumber) Nrgh.....Wha....(Turns and Looks Around to See a Room Full of Machines and Inventions) W-Where.....am I?

Eggman: (Walks Into the Room) Ah, it seems you're finally awake now, Sage.

Sage: F-Father? Is that really you?

Eggman: In the flesh. It took some time, but we've finally brought you back to your physical form.

Sage: Y....You have?

Eggman: (Moves a Nearby Mirror and Piece it in Front of Sage's Viewpoint) Take a look for yourself.

Sage turns her attention towards the mirror in front her. As she uses both of her hands to place and softly pats on both cheeks, her eyes slowly begins widens in genuine surprise at the sight of herself being real, no longer an A.I. she originally was beforehand.

Sage: Father....you.....(Turns Back to Eggman) truly went out of you way to do this for me?

Eggman: (Simply Nodded with a Small, Sincere Smile) That's right. I wouldn't be able keep moving with my life knowing that my own daughter isn't there to live with me.

Sage places her hand on her chest as heart begins to melt by her father's words in silence.

Eggman: Now, unfortunately, I have to limit the amount of abilities you had when you started out as an A.I. But I was able to bring back your flight ability.

Sage turns her body to edge of the chair she was sleeping on and hops off it before noticing her feet is hovering above the floor. It wasn't long for the awaken girl to her flight to the test by flying across the room causing her to start giggling a little after a few seconds or so later.

Eggman: Having fun up there, my dear?

Sage: Most certainly!~ I've never realize how exciting it would be to fly around in this exact- (Suddenly Begins to Gasps Loudly at the Blue Robotic Figure Walking into the Laboratory) Father! (Points at the Robot in Question) what who in the word is that?~

Metal Sonic: (Raised an Circuit Eyebrow at the Hovering Little Girl) ('Scrap Noise')

Eggman: That, my dear Sage, is one of my greatest creations known to men, Metal Sonic. Created solely to best that pesky blue hedgehog in every way possible with a little mix of mechanical figures of course.

Sage: (Flew Over to Wjere Metal is Standing and Examines Him) Such machinery......(Picks Up Metal's Hand) clever enchantments.......and an overall design that screams intimidation- ('Gasps') Wait. If he is deemed as one of your creations, then....does this .....(Eyes Begins to Sparkle With Hope) makes us siblings?~

Eggman: (Turns his Eyes Towards Metal For a Few Seconds Before Turning Back to Sage) Uhh.....(Smiles a Bit Awkwardly) Y-Yes! You are very much related in this household. In fact, since I've created Metal very much before you were even a thought means that he would be your strong, big brother.

Metal slowly turns his head to Eggman in a disbelief fashion.

Sage: Metal?

Metal turns back to Sage in question.

Sage: Is what father said is true? Are you.....(Eyes Begins to Widened in an Innocent, Hopeful Sense) really my older brother?

Metal turns back at Eggman who motions his hands while silently telling him to tell his daughter "Yes" before turning back to the curious girl, mentally sighing to himself to oblivion.

Metal Sonic: ('Scrap Noise')

Eggman: ........He says "yes" by the way.

Sage: (Let Out an Excited Squeal as She Happily Gives the Robotic Sonic Copy a Loving Hug) This is wonderful news~ I truly hope that our newly established relationship from here on out, will grow and develop ever fondly as the years go by.

Metal makes more scrap noises while slowly and gently Safe on the back as blush begins to appear on his metal cheeks.

Eggman: D'awwwwww~ Are those blushes I see, Metal?

Sage: ('Gasps') My goodness, they are. (Places Her Hand Onto Metal's Forehead Woth a Concern Look on her Face) You're not having a fever, are you?

Eggman: Oh no, robots don't have fevers, dear. He's just happy to have you as your little sister is all.

Metal: (Glares at Eggman While Making More Scrap Noises)

Eggman: (Glares Back at the Robot) Oh don't look at me like that. I know you're enjoying her company already! Anyways, my other creations, Orbot and Cubot, are still charging up at the moment. So you're gonna have to introduce yourself to them later.

Sage: (Let Out Yet Another Gasp as Her Eyes Starts Sparkle Again) More siblings!~

Eggman: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, yes. ('YAWN') More....siblings.

Sage: (Notices a Small,, Holographic Chart Begins to Pop Up in the Viewpoint of One of her Eyes) Father, my reading are telling me that your exhaustion levels are in an all time high. (Frowns Worryingly) Have you've been getting enough rest as of late?

Eggman: ('Heh') I wish. I've been too busy bringing you back to the living that I hardly got any chance get some proper shut eye let alone ever setting foot on my own bedroom- (Suddenly Felt Something Pushing Him) 'Ack'- H-Hey!

Sage: (Pushes Her Father Out of the Laboratory, Much to Resistance) Appalling. This will not do at all.

Eggman: (Turns his Head at Sage With An Annoued Glare on his Face) Sage Ivo Robotnik, what on Earth do you think you are doing now, young lady!?

Sage: (Pouts as She Continues to Push Eggman) Returning you back to your sleeping area. While I very much appericate your efforts in bringing back to life in, you are in desperate need of a proper rest, mister.

Eggman: (Groans While Rolling his Eyes) Honestly, do you really think I don't know that already? At least let me make you and Metal breakfast first before anything else. You must be hungry.

Sage: (Suddenly Felt her Tummy Growling as She Places her Hand on It) Hm. It seems I am in need of a balance meal at the moment.....(Turns to Metal Behind Her) What about you, brother?

Metal: (Nodded in Agreement With his Thumb Up)

Sage: (Turns Back to her Father) Very well. We will let you make us breakfast for the time being. (Wiggles her Finger Up and Down at Eggman in a Motherly Like Fashion) After that, it's straight to bed with you, Father!

Eggman: ('Sigh') Yes, yes. I hear you loud and clear. Just don't worry about too much, okay?

Sage: (Smiles Softly as She Tilt her Head to the Side a Little) Only if you promise to take more care of yourself for now on, father. Your health is just as important as the both of us after all.

Metal: (Nodded in Agreement)

Eggman: (Slowly Starts to Smile Back his Newly Found Family in Front of Him) ('Hmph') Don't I know it.

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

#sonic series #dr eggman #metal sonic #shadow the hedgehog #e 123 omega #sage robotnik #rouge (mentioned)#sonic (mentioned)#orbot and cubot (mentioned)#takes place after the events of sonic frontiers #humor #a bit of angst #found family #sweet family moment #metal is sage's big brother now #spoilers to sonic frontiers btw #christmas stories #kind of #edited

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grahamcarmen · 1 year

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hello. i have come here to inform you that. redcrackle

~ guess

...rys? Or rxc...

@rys-redcrackle ...

Or @redxcrackle ...(calender...)

Sorry if I got it wrong...

....yes. thank you them ☆.☆

Been rotating them on the brain...like the whole Himalayas scene is like basically one minute?? And it did all that?? Uhhh grays face drenched in red lighting and 🥺 while she says goodbye to his face and then him glaring at her back?? When she cant see ?? And she's like 🥺 as she's flying away like?? >:( he said enemies i can do this i-...glad you failed buddy

But also forever the way she just was like here to say sorry I couldn't attend my date with gray 🥰 and dgjdkdkd he's like slow your roll graham asked you out... and then she just goes :3 gonna go to the heart of this VILE building and just pick him up 😊 and dbndjdkdkd Iloveyou but youre skipping steps im in crackle mode

There's something so interesting how they're both on cloud 9 and the others grounding force. Do good and see truth.

And uuuuggggh like never gonna agree that the downward spiral to her learning to lose her trust just as he'd become trustworthy is a button for that AT ALL . I'm glad gray will be happy as long as she's ok but leaving it like that is ...no.

But I always LOVE! how happy! She is that he existed in her life! And when it gets dangled in her face that maybe again! Even if in a slightly different way! Shes like yes.

And he's such a little dude . He's so neat. Like he's very straightforward. He just. Uhhh today I think it is about how wholeheartedly he reaches for VILE and power and then just slips up and does this 🥺 at carmen. He owns all his bad choices . Gladly. Pragmatically. but OBVIOUSLY can't hide that loving carmen means something to him. Like actually him. * I was there * to 🎬 action

[And also lowkey how that relates to dark! Carmen b/c- stopping here thats a different thoughtprocess]

[its still...interesting to say the least to see gray casually use the fact that he's an orphan to shut chase's theory down]

And she's so ! Good. Like she loves the world a lot its nice to follow her for it.

And like operacaper is just so...soft to the possibility of him being more flirty and specifically that he would make sure he wouldn't forget her 😉 and she just // carmen vs what she wants and ONLY giving it up if she can conceptually see it as the noble choice rather than what she should do (player bff king looking out) and I think ? One of the few times she seems bummed that the noble/right choice IS the answer at this point in time. She goes [not seeking my mom rn is ok because I chose to do the right thing and she supplements it with she loves being with team red . Duh. They're great.and eventually she does get to do this :D] But she like flat out sighs when she's like . "It's the right thing to do...I guess. But because I'm protecting him ok don't twist it. I want it to be because protecting. "

And I think gray in his protectiveness is literally so funny. But also just in his straightforward. Means for my goal. Mindset.

1) he literally got told dont tell any one which he went well no one would believe me so thats easy. And then he's like ACME ☆.☆ might know where she is and SPILLS (dude like graham is gray is crackle he still has soooo much of his tendencies he just actually does the. Oh wait yeah we're not doing bad stuff right as graham. But only like after everything is done so dbfndjdkdk) because chance for carmen info? Say less. *opens his mouth*🤣

Chief: less

Never crossed his mind that they didn't think she was the greatest thing ever

2) AND WHEN I SAY CARMEN WAS RIGHT THAT HE IS LIKE HER I MEAN IN THE HE GIVES IT AAAAALL UP. ALL HIS CARDS. anything he can when he knows that freeing carmen is it. The right thing. And ugggh the line. Very baby steps but like when?? The rod?? How long?? But he's got a goal. Straight to it.

Sndjsk like he needs to solidify his moral compass by a lot but when he does he's just as active for it

Please come back...*flips a table*

😞dark! RC kinda pretty co captains couple tho...

Look at this ballet au pick rose gave me for them...

I DID HAVE AN AU DAY (NOT BALLET) BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO SUBTITLE IT WITHOUT GOING?? I NEED TO ELABORATE? THE SPECIFIC ASPECT I WANTED FROM IT??

And this isn't it either but I wondered if Anastasia had a ballet and It DOES but not n..ntotheversionofthestoryiwant. I was wondering if it even lends itself to that format but eh. Like even musical version had some trouble getting accepted? I hear?

Problems by mm for them but only if I can balance it with something sappy and happy af so hot tea by half alive for them being together (finally!) Has been it(tm)..but also someone who loves you by Betty who.

RYS IF ITS YOU DID YOU KNOW BENEATH THE BRINE IS AN ALBUM?? LIKE A WHOLE MUSIC ALBUM. ON TH E TO DO LIST BUT -

🥰think they should kiss and stay together forever /

#ask #me rn and you get rambles 😞 sorry but like 7 different directions and no real internet #red crackle thoughts #dark! carmen also...#talking

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hartshorn-and-isinglass · 7 months

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Taking Beeps to the vet again first thing in the morning has kinda wrecked my day. I'd been up really late working on things so getting up early severely curtailed my sleep and I feel like fried ass.

The vet dentist thinks Beeps is probably gonna need some more extractions, the poor thing. Other vets have been cool with us feeding her kibble if she still goes for it but he feels more strongly that she should be switched to a soft foods only diet. He also suggested we give probiotics a try if it seems like Beeps' freakouts were more behavioral than dental or digestion related... I had no idea they even made feline-specific probiotics but I'm a big believer in the power of the gut-brain axis so I'd be down to give it a whirl.

I'm conflicted on whether I want to be a night-owl for good or whether I want to go back to being a daywalker with the help of drugs. Any time I have to do appointments or errands at a set time it's going to wreck me. But late nights are also when I get my ideas... and like, I have ideas again. On the third hand though, I can't be remodeling the studio in the middle of the night either, and I'm going to need to get that done if I want to actually put any of these ideas into action. Ugggh, I need a nap!

#personal

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officalroyalsofpierreland · 2 years

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Twin Time

Palais de Roufort

Louis: It's not going to be that bad. It's Auntie Bells, you love her! Maria Aisha: But I don't understand why I have to go by myself! I haven't done anything as drastic as Dad- Louis: I hate to say it but you are also a girl Aisha...if the public knew about the underage drinking...the body shots....the amount of times Eddison has had to drag your drunk ass out of a bathroom after helping you look presentable... Maria Aisha: Okay okay...but still...Saliceau? Remember the last time we went? Louis: You mean the fact that you have to deal with a certain Prince or the fact that our favorite brother's evil ex is there?

Maria Aisha: All of it! I mean...Raph is annoying so I could probably avoid him- Henri: Highly doubt it but continue. Maria Aisha: But the fact that the evil bit- Henri [sighing]: Language...honestly, you wonder why Mama wants you to learn how to Princess from a land that prides itself in it's female-centric monarchy. Maria Aisha[throws a flower]: Shut up...anyway, the fact that the evil woman is going to be in slapping distance....ugggh, that will be hard to resist.

Henri: For all we know, she could've gone back to traveling all around the world and just avoiding Pierreland... Maria Aisha: You know...for our mutual enemy, you sure are cutting her some slack. Henri: I'm being realistic. You're being vindictive.

Maria Aisha: yeah yeah yeah...anyway...let's talk about your girl problem and why the heck Mama let you grow your hair out like that. Henri: The hair helps with the creative process! And...I don't want to talk about it Maria Aisha: I don't understand those Featheringtons...I would try talking to that girl...Emilie? Just...find a way to talk to her.. Henri: She doesn't want to! She's been avoiding me...I managed to squeeze in a time to do our assignment- Maria Aisha: Then use the song to do it! or something...You're the more creative one but we also need to cut your hair. Henri: huh? Maria Aisha: I called Delgado...your hair is ridiculous looking right now bro... Henri: But- Maria Aisha: We can also stop for cake...and the record shop Henri: Deal.

A Couple Hours later

Edmund: Relax Dee Dee... Diane: Edmund...I'm in the official residence of the Imperial Family and it's not a state occasion...and we haven't gone public- Edmund: yet. Public yet. It'll be fine. My family loves you...granted, I'll probably be a bundle of nerves when I met your formidable mother. Diane: it won't be...okay, it may be bad...but we'll be fine.

Maria Aisha: EDMUND! and yayyyyy! you brought Diane! Henri: Hi Diane! I apologize for my twin- Diane: ehhhh, I'm used to it. I'm kinda excited for this weekend. Maria Aisha: ehhh, it'll be dumb- Edmund: Hey...it's actually an honor to be inducted. Besides, it's your last Pierreland event for a while.

Maria Aisha[sniffling]: Don't remind me! Edmund: It'll be fine kiddo, you're strong and I'm sure that Mama is doing this so you can learn some much needed lessons. I mean you don't listen to me- Diane: How's the new school Henri? Henri: oh, it's great! they have a full blown recording studio and I have to write a new song Diane: That's great! Also, your hair looks nice! Henri: Thanks! Aisha thought I needed to get away from long and floppy. Diane: I think long and floppy also looks good on you...come on, your mom had tea delivered up not to long ago.

Diane belongs to @royalhouseofcarrington

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #sim: diane #sim: edmund #sim: henri #sim: maria aisha

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theoncomingdoo-dah · 1 year

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so, still working on The Ties That Bind Us (11rose fic with some light bondage)

But I I'm really liking the direction its going so far.

cw: slight NSFW text

Surely this wasn't the first time he had been bound like this. But it never made him feel this way. Pssh. It must be this new body's fault. Obviously. "I blame you." The Doctor scolded, glancing downward. "And now, nghh-!, I can't concentrate because this blasted body is too distracted with-! Gah-!" Did it really come to this? Getting flustered by being restrained? And having to do something about the flusteredness to get his thoughts in order? Seemed to be that way. The Doctor knocked his head against the stone wall in frustration. The pain stung but not as much as the embarrassment. "Have it your way then." At least he could actually do something about it since his wrists(and the braided knot) were level with his pelvis. He glanced out of the cell, checking to see if the hall was empty. Before starting to rut himself against the knot. He hated that it was working. And hated even more that it actually felt good. And hated even MORE that being bound added to the sensation.

I think this is a record for how quickly into a fic that I made it weird.

As if talking to 'it' would make things easier for him. "This would be easier if Rose was here." His mind began to drift away with that thought before he caught it. "NOT for that reason. She could untie me or use the Sonic to loosen the ropes." "Wait." Where was Rose? She obviously wasn't captured with him. He would be able to hear her if she was in the same dungeon. Maybe she was on her way? But what if something happened to her? He'd be stranded in this cell with these meddlesome ropes, itchy nose and his tight trousers. Actual, literal hell. Not to mention, he'd never see her again. "Rose…" The Doctor sighed sadly. "I hope you're alright. If I could just-!" He tugged on his bonds yet again, straining. Not a budge. He was just making everything worse for himself. And since he was already thinking about Rose, his mind took a dip into all kinds of gutters. "Ugggh! I hate this body!!" He grumbled loudly, kicking his feet, which were of course bound at the ankles.

OH YEAH ROSE IS IN THIS FIC. also yes, I love write 11 as petulant and pouty.

The problem in his trousers was starting to throb and become even more prominent. "Unbelievable. I have half a mind to tear you clean off once I get back to the TARDIS. If I ever make it back there-!"

Would you believe me if I said this isn't the first time I've made a character consider ripping off their junk. It's not.

Rose tended to his ankles first so he could keep his balance while she handled his wrists. "Hello dear." He chirped, his head still feeling a bit woozy from the fall. The Doctor could hear Rose giggle at the pet name. "Missed me?" Rose teased, pressing her specialized Sonic against the ropes that bound his wrists until they limply fell away. "Always."

AHHH ITS THEM I LOVE THEM

also yes I gave Rose a Sonic. Well, I didn't, the TARDIS did but yea

After reorienting himself, he leaned down and grabbed his jacket off the floor, brushing any debris off the fabric before putting it back on. He found a sliver of reflective silver on the far wall to look at himself in, and took time to fix his hair, adjust his bowtie and…what was the other thing? Right! He placed a finger against the bridge of his nose and scratched at it. "Ohhhh yess."

I'm having way too much fun writing this goober

#dw #the doctor shitposts #timepetals #elevenrose #the doctor shipposts

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druggeddraccus · 8 months

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i’m going to list this journal entry by the dates as best i can cause a lot has happened lol

9/11–flight to ireland. actually getting through security and all that wasn’t as stressful as my mind was having me believe. though when i did get to dublin i thought i had just walked past customs i was so confused lol like why isn’t there signage for it but i didn’t i just got worried (the airplane was extremely uncomfortable but i was able to sleep a small bit)

9/12–landed around 11am geoff took a video of me and ash seeing each other for the first time ❤️ we walked around dublin a bit and they took me to a actually authentic mexican restaurant it was really good. geoff pointed out some of the buildings while we were trying to catch buses to take us to wicklow. the bus seats were way more comfortable on the airplane so i slept on that bus for a bit

-that night after we ate dinner cause i think we got to wicklow around 5-6ish we walked around the town and over to the lighthouse. there were so many stars i want to go out again and see if my phone can even pick them up. it was so beautiful. they looked like tree roots you could see lines of light behind them. and if i looked at them long enough it looked like they were moving.

9/13–first full day in wicklow. it’s absolutely beautiful. it started to feel more real that i’m actually here. we took the river walk. and we also took a hike along the coast to bridal’s head. saw some seals! and we had sandwiches out there watching the seals. and there were pups as well. and then we walked back to town and went to the pub and i tried actual guinness (i already don’t like beer and ugggh it was absolutely foul. loved the baby guinness shot though)

and then last night they stayed over at my airbnb till around 130am and we played a bunch of really fun games. UNO, trionimos (triangle dominos) and articulate which is kinda like charades but you can speak—like you get a word and then you have to say or do things to get the person to guess the word on the card. and i’m unnaturally good at guessing what people are thinking on the regular lol so it was really fun and we had some really funny conversations out of it. i wish i had videoed some of it

during all of this my dad got sick back home (his stomach was upset the morning i left). at 815pm as i was boarding my flight—my mom was taking him to the hospital—worried it was a heart attack. she didn’t tell me about it until i landed and was with ashley

luckily it wasn’t he had a small bowel obstruction and they did an ex lap yesterday. and i was so so so worried it was cancer. again luckily he had abdominal fat that had pooped around his intestine like a tourniquet—and they aren’t sure what causes that to happen. but the surgeon was able to take care of it without having to take out any sections of his bowel (they were also thinking they’d need to put a colostomy) but i’m now they are just observing him. he needs to start making bowel sounds and poop/gas. and he’s just so agitated cause he has the NG tube and now he’s feeling better but still can’t do anything. they don’t want him eating till things get moving in his bowel.

#2023 dayss #september 14 2023 #jordyn’s journal

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stickynotestoletters · 3 years

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ugggh so I am a dirty little slut for sal fisher and I had a thought about it sooooo,,,,

Sal Fisher x GN (masc body) headcanons of what he's like with you

this is gonna be very heavily influenced by the fact I am sleepy and really wanna write this rn!

Warnings: Non-canon-compliant (Sal lives, Larry lives, Todd doesn't go crazy, no murder), some NSFW stuff, switch-bottom leaning Sal, Service Top Sal

Highschool

When he first meets you he's, hands down, the most flustered he's ever been before

Like, he's really into you

He just sees you in the hall and immediately blushes

he goes around his days as usual and stuff still but now he's eyeing you whenever you come into view

it's cute, he looks like a little kitten peering at you from around the corner because he’s too shy to say something

Larry makes little jokes about it and always tells him to talk to you

"wow, what a stalker" is his usual line when he finds Sal looking at you from somewhere

he musters up the courage to talk to you in his junior year when you wear a Sanity's Fall's shirt to class one day

from then on you two talk together whenever you have class and stuff

your parents move into the apartments in your senior year because of a demotion and you and Sal start hanging out outside of school

He finally asks you out on the last day of senior year

You and the gang go out to the football field the night after graduation

after they clean up all of the equipment for the stage

You guys end up smoking a blunt because Larry brought some of his stash and, hey, what's the harm?

You and Sal end up laying in the middle of the field while Larry chases Ash and Todd around on the bleachers

They're laughing and howling at the moon so you two just listen

Sal takes his mask off cause he feels more comfortable laying with it off

He takes out his pigtails and you comb through his hair for a bit

You look him in the eyes and just stop brushing your fingers through his hair long enough for him to look up at you

your eyes both meet and you two just stare

You see the stars in his eyes

Sal just thinks "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen"

"what?" "uhhhh....nothing"

"It's okay Sal!" You giggle at him and he giggles too

you both start giggling at each other and you two hug each other

still, just facing each other, heads tucked into shoulders, chests pressed so tightly together, legs intertwined

It's calm

He feels safe

So safe and warm

It's wonderful

So he sighs and says" I think I'm in love with you"

And it's an accident

He doesn't regret it, not processing it until you say "I'm in love with you too silly"

And you stay like that

no panic or guilt

just tucked away into each other

The gang goes to 7/11 that night-morning really it is 3 am-and get slushies

all of them are teasing you guys as you hold hands on the way there

it's cute

He's cute

You're cute

You both feel warm in the jackets you switch from each other

it's cute

"God the stalker finally got the victim in their clasps, another tragically happy ending" "Shut it Larry Face"

College

You both end up staying in different places after high school

You take a year off college and stay with your parents at Addison Apartments and Sal moves into the gang's house

It's nice, you see each other regularly for dates and ghost hunts

it's blissful

Then Sal starts having his nightmares again and you come over regularly for sleepovers

it's months into this routine of going home, getting new clothes from the apartments, go out with Sal, come and sleep at his place to help with nightmares, repeat that Larry has the most brilliant idea

"Why don't you just move in with Sal? You practically live with him anyway."

This is in front of you two, you're both at the gang's house and drinking some morning coffee

Sal not really jokes and agrees

And then you genuinely agree

It's a big moment for you two

Sal wanted you to move in right away but was scared his nightmares would affect you or you two wouldn't end up working out

So you two complied and stayed where you were

But this is gonna be an actual conversation where he is up for it and knows you two are stable

So you talk about it

You two agree

And you end up moving in that day

it's not that hard since most of your clothes are over there already

It's basically just moving your bed, knick-knacks, and bookshelf in so that's just the big things since you have a queen

It's bliss from there

you both settle into a nice routine and after you start college Sal decides to focus on his music for rn and take a break

You get a job and the dynamic is just... so pure

you guys are finally, finally, okay and the best thing is that you're together

He's still adorable and you're still sweet

You guys end up getting your own apartment outside of Nockfell and Addison Apartments

The gang stays around

Larry ends up moving in with you two for a little bit until he can afford his own place

Sal gets a lot more gigs out there in the city than he would have gotten in Nockfell and you get a job at a little club

Sal ends up playing there often because of you

NSFW headcanons

Okay so Sal is a hopeless romantic

before he moved to Nockfell he never really had anybody else who was interested in him

so he was super hopeless in planning your first time together

once you had slept over with each other a couple of times he makes this grand layout and waits for you to walk in to see him spred on the bed, clad in some cute underwear and nothing else

turns out though you were sick and sent Larry to tell Sal you couldn’t come over cause your phone was dead and you didn’t wanna get him sick

So Larry ends up walking in on a naked Sal and scarying the everloving crap out of him

He makes fun of y'all after that about it

So your first time is honestly uneventful after that whole fiasco

Deciding to just causally hook up at his place instead

Sal is a switch but he leans for bottoming

he can top, he's really good at being a service top

He’s not insecure about himself, he’s pretty big for his height *cough* (9.7) *cough*

but he prefers being spoiled and called pretty

loves being called feminine nicknames like "pretty baby" even if he is topping

stuff that's gender-neutral but is more feminine in origin

He likes it when you do it doggy-style if you're topping just cause if you press him into the mattress he can feel you better inside of him

Whines so much when you go faster

really likes getting fucked stupid, he wants his throat to be sore and his ass to be bed-ridden

Loves topping you when you're in his lap straddling him

He really likes to make you do work for a while, guides you and everything until you're breaking

when you eventually end up asking for him to "just fuck me already Sal...please?" He wants tears down your face, crying and desperate for him or else it’s not gonna happen

He ends up fucking into you like a monster from there if you are

loves when you lay on your back and he's on his knees sitting and thrusting into you, pulling you onto his lap

very vocal either way but he laughs and giggles more with you, his moans are less fucked out and more "oh god, yes!" in nature

His sex drive is really high, he could go for hours

If you end up getting tired when he's bottoming he's gonna bounce on your pretty cock and ride you so pathetically

It's so pathetically adorable

but if he's topping and you get tired he usually asks you if he can fuck you to sleep

You end up agreeing only if he cleans you up after

He doesn't have any severe kinks or whatnot

He's really into being breed though

Tie him up too while you do it

he likes gags as well

when you breed him he'll end up feeling bad after you finish and he can't feel it anymore once it's out

So you end up giving him a buttplug after to compromise

Sometimes if he's being a brat you'll tie him up, gag him, and leave him with a vibrator over stimming him

You'll leave him in the room and come back to a crying Sal, salivating and so fucked out without having even cum once

If you're ever being the brat he does the exact opposite

He'll tie you up but make it so you can't close your mouth

You have to be quiet though, he doesn’t want to hear anything louder than breathing and your pathetic whimpers

you're over stimmed to hell and orgasm so much it's difficult to keep awake

but do not fall asleep cause if you don't get through it to the end it won't end (Consensually of course)

He and Larry definitely hooked up once or twice before meeting you so I think he'd ask you to let him in on it

It becomes a regular occurrence until Larry moves out

But when you do have a threesome and he is feeling dominant get ready to not move for the next three weeks

It's nice though and doesn't end up changing the relationship between you three

That's it, I gotta stop before I cream myself into dirtier shit cause I am his slut. I have Sal Fisher brain rot syndrome so I'll definitely make another one eventually. Request some stuff and I'll be happy to write!

Continuation for Threesome hcs here by request

-Laika

#Sally Face fanfiction #Sal Fisher x gn reader #Sal Fisher x male reader #Sal Fisher #Sally Face #Sal Fisher smut #Sal Fisher hcs #Sally Face hcs #Sal Fisher smut hcs

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aetheternity · 3 years

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I have a request

Levi's wife y/n and 4 or 5 year old son get kidnapped by kenny and the military police. They get taken to the crystal cave with eren and historia. So when levi comes to save them he is livid and is quickly taking down every mp in his way. Luckily both y/n and her son make it out safely with levi and his squad.

Levi, y/n, and their son have a soft moment and they all hug and give kisses 😚😚😚 and day squad teases them

(I added my own little spin to this where Y/N is playfully argumentative and sometimes wild with Levi. Hope that's ok! I also thought it would be cute if Levi and Y/N’s son was named after Levi’s late friend Farlen.)

"We have more than just Historia and Eren now." Levi grunted, facing Hange. "My son and Y/N were taken as well."

"We can't wait then. We'll leave as soon as possible."

Levi squeezed the paper Hange had given him earlier in his grasp as his squad whooped and hollered behind him. Kenny probably wouldn't kill them, they were insurance after all. Which was that much worse for Levi.

He already knew if he didn't manage to calm himself before they got to Kenny he would lash out recklessly. The one thing he'd told his wife and son to never allow themselves to do.

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"Oi." Levi stepped closer, concern etched onto his face. His eyebrows scrunched where he looked into his wife's eyes. "If you continue moping around our child's health will be at risk and yours. The doctor already told you that."

She turned, eyes narrowed and lips tight where they were pulled into a frown. "What else am I supposed to feel? The father of my baby is running around dodging death. Am I supposed to be happy Levi?"

Levi rolled his eyes, his hand already coming up to the bridge of his nose in expectation for the upcoming brawl of sorts. "I'll be alive for the birth of our son."

"Will you though?" She stepped closer, challenge rising in her tone and eyes.

"I'm not leaving you or the soon to be kid we've made. And you already know that." He fought back. "I'd sooner go back to the underground."

Her hands ran up to his collar tugging him closer. And he let her, let every bit of fury trapped beneath those stone cold eyes run over his spine like a flash of lightning all with the same neutral expression.

"I'm so serious you wouldn't even believe. If you don't come back one of these days and I have to raise this baby all on my own. I'm gonna bring you back to life just so I can kill you again. Do you hear me Levi Ackerman?"

Levi let out a little huff and a small smirk ran over his lips. She let him go and he straightened out his collar. "You get scarier everyday." He remarked "Way scarier than any damn titan."

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her down the mostly empty corridor. "You saw the doctor again today right? Tell me what happened."

"We've got a healthy Ackerman on our hands. He's grown bigger than he's supposed to be at this stage actually." She smiled softly as she placed a hand on her belly. "Probably cause he has your blood."

"Tch, moron. He's already his mother. Constantly kicking every time I touch your belly. He's gonna be a brat just like you."

"I hope he gets my height and not yours."

"For his sake your height instead of your mouth would be good."

"My mouth has gotten you through many long nights so I wouldn't complain if I were you."

Levi playfully rolled his eyes as Y/N's soft laugh filled the corridor. Her eyes shining brighter than they had her whole pregnancy. It was weird Levi had always heard about new parents being scared but he barely was.

When he'd found out he'd been more surprised than anything but he'd barely even had the time to over analyze the situation until that night. This unbelievably wild girl was the mother of his child. What more could he want.

Fear did dawn on him. Knowing he'd have something new in this world that needed his protection. Something so precious and small to protect. But another part of him knew that kid would be safer if he got his mother's fighting spirit.

"Hey, you better not be thinking about other girls." Y/N huffed as she poked at Levi's forehead.

Levi grabbed her finger. "Dumbass, no one else would be able to handle you if I left."

"Just sounds like you're making excuses so that you don't have to tell me, you adore me and could never find anyone else who brings you this much joy."

"No." That barely even scratched the surface..

~~~~

"Do you have a location on them?" Hange asked

"There're a whole bunch of military police and Kenny's squad is surrounding the entire area. But no sign of Kenny himself or any of the people who were taken." Sasha replied

Levi huffed, brain not wanting to retreat to the worst possible scenario. Besides the conversation currently developing in front of him there was a sort of quiet drifting in the atmosphere.

"We have a plan right?" Armin suddenly asked

And Hange nodded, "You're gonna need these." Her hands clasped around the cool metal of the signal flares.

"Signal flares??" Jean stared in disbelief

"Don't worry, we're getting out of here alive hostages and all." Hange stated before turning to Levi. "They're ok."

Levi blinked, slowly but surely uncurling his fists. He looked around to the others their faces a mix of concern and in certain cases glee. But they all had the same sentiment.

"Put the plan into motion." Levi stood

~~~~

It went surprisingly quickly. From the barrels they'd deployed to the signal flares being shot off. Sasha and Mikasa taking out the military police like no one's business but Levi could already feel his Ackerman rage growing.

Where the hell was Kenny? He thought.

His question was soon answered when a bullet flew past his cheek immediately drawing blood. The next bullet striking an ice pillar with a hard crack as he ducked for cover behind it.

Levi paused repositioning himself to jump and land behind one another of the thick pillars searching for the source of the bullets. "Where the hell are they?" He grunted voice raspy, thick and loud where he called to the only person that would be behind this.

Kenny's laugh was boisterous, heavy where it bounced between each pillar. The amount of sweat that had collected on Levi's palms had his weapon slippery in his grip and the vein in his forehead was close to popping.

"I think you have other things here you should be concerning yourself with."

In the blink of an eye Levi's head shot backwards, Jean's scream mixed with the heart shattering sound of Hange hitting one of the pillars caught his attention. A bullet releasing her blood as she slipped and rolled over against the ground like a discarded toy.

"Tch!"

"Levi! Oi you should be worried about me. After all. Your little family dies by my call!"

If Levi was boiling before his blood was erupting now. With incredible skill and speed he bounced his way around the pillars dodging each bullet as Kenny shot them out. His agility raised as he flipped over Kenny's form and behind him. In an instant Levi was tossing a bag full of flammable liquid in time to meet his next shot.

When the bag tore open Levi flew forward, through burning flames created by Kenny's gun tossing his blade. The motion caught Kenny off guard but he managed to dodge it, his hat flying off into a nearby pillar along with Levi's blade to hold it up there.

Levi's heart was hammering taking the advantage he'd managed to get he flew at Kenny with incredible speed slicing through his torso almost like it was butter. In the heat of adrenaline Levi watched as Kenny's body fell to the ground of the cool cavern.

He landed with a hard breath before retracting the odm gears hooks. He couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't stop himself from running forward no matter how stupid and dangerous it was.

He heard bits and pieces of speech behind him. "Follow Captain!" And "Wait, hold on!" But none of it stopped his feet.

He skidded in his pace as he heard soft calls of, "Dad! Dad!"

And he was immediately headed for it. A bit of relief flooding his chest as he heard the faint sounds of odm gear clanging behind him. His squad clearly keeping good pace.

When he arrived he instantly locked eyes with his five year old son and wife.

"Dad!" Farlen's voice echoed. He didn't look injured from what Levi could tell and neither did Y/N. Farlen's hair tosseled as if he'd merely been running outside.

"Where are Historia and Eren?!" Mikasa called as she ran up behind Levi.

"Guys!" Historia's voice boomed. She slunk forward barely supporting Eren's weight. His shirt gone and his face covered in blood.

Levi quickly ran to untie Y/N and Farlen immediately embracing Farlen when he jumped into his arms. If he were any other kid Levi would probably be questioning why he hadn't shit his pants and why his face was tearless. But he definitely wasn't any other five year old.

"Geez, you guys took forever." Y/N remarked, stretching her hands above her head. "I was about to wreck all these Military brats butts for you." She said with a smirk at Levi.

Levi huffed, rubbing his son's back. "Next time you can save yourself then." He remarked giving Farlen a soft head rub.

"Ugggh Mom.. Dad not now.." he sighed

"There won't be a next time!" Y/N fought back. "I'll never get caught up like that again."

"Tch, whatever."

"Are you challenging me Mr. Ackerman?"

"You're a brat, Ms. Ackerman."

"How about I show you how much of a brat I can really be?" She chuckled with a dark smile etching over her features. She pulled him closer, hugging his and Farlen's form with a firm hand on Levi's lower back.

"Don't start something you can't finish." Levi whispered back.

"Ewwwwww.." Farlen mock gagged between them.

Y/N just laughed loudly. "You'll understand when you have someone you love to hate, Farlen."

"Yeah.. I'm with Farlen. That's eww." Connie remarked with a shake of his head.

The others soon joined in with their own little laughs and teasing words. "I can't believe how soft Captain can be." And "They're such a cute family I hope I get that some day."

Levi repositioned Farlen on one arm ignoring all the chatter. Though his cheeks bloomed a rosy color that was extremely unmistakable "Historia, where's your father?"

"He escaped before you guys got here. He's headed toward the wall." She replied

"We've gotta hurry then."

(I'm so sick of people on the internet rn I swear🙄)

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Do you have any thoughts/ theories for the next film? I'm already thinking about it as I actively avoid nwh 😭

me and you and most other people ignoring nwh as we should as we deserve! i have thoughts! super strength mj thoughts! i started writing all kinds of things before i stopped to get all my fix its out the way and ignore the plots these would need so subsequently abandoned - but I'll post some snippets from the worlds i would like. aka idc about anyone other than - spidey mj/ black cat mj /venom mj

you'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night

“Fuck my absolute life,” she wheezes, her arms aching more from the length of time she’s been hanging here than the weight of her body. Ever since she found this suit in her bedroom while she packed to move to college, MJ has been working on advancing it. Trying to piece together why on earth she has it in the first place. She doesn’t remember cosplaying as Spider-Man but the suit looks real enough that she probably spent a lot of money on it. It’s also probably why she purged it from her memory. The web shooters work as well - but when she googled it she found that there were a number of web shooters that can actually function. She didn’t know they came with fluid that stuck to walls but it only helped her recreate the formula when she was bored one night during her first term at college. MJ isn’t sure how her occasionally making modifications to this suit she found ended up with her now hanging between two twelve story high buildings on a thin piece of webbing that she knows is going to disintegrate in the next thirty minutes. It probably has to do with her being followed home a few months ago and being furious because she was terrified. And she shouldn’t be terrified because she should be able to walk home in the dark by herself without the threat of attack. But she can’t. At least not in Boston. Maybe if she still lived in NYC. New York has Spider-Man and albeit the crime was still high, there was an air of comfort walking home knowing you might get saved by the masked hero. Here, she has no one. But she did have a suit. So she thought how hard could it possibly be to be Spider-Man? Noone knows anything about him other than the fact he can climb walls but now so can she with the claws she developed. And he can lift heavy things but now so can she with the hydraulic hinges she sewed to the suit. And he can swing between buildings and now - Well. MJ can’t do that yet. This is why she’s hanging way too high above an alley and she thinks she needs to make further modifications but she can’t do them right now because her shoulders are about to give up and she’ll slowly fall to the ground. Ugh. MJ has tried swinging her legs back and forth but she can’t get the spikes she adhered to the suit to hook into the brick properly. Another thing she would change if she wasn’t about to splatter against the floor. She thinks about the leftover lasagna in the fridge that’s going to go mouldy until someone realises she’s gone and ugggh she just put a load of washing in the dryer and some rando is going to get her underwear. She thinks about her mum and the way she’s going to be heartbroken. She thinks about Ned who would probably think she’s cool as fuck for this but won’t forgive her for dying on him before she told him about it. She thinks about the boy from the coffee shop because she’s always thinking about the boy from the coffee shop. She thinks about - “Hello?” “Holy fuck -” she jolts. Spider-Man peers down at her from the roof and though she can’t see his face, he sounds concerned. “Do you need some help?” “Nah, I like to hang here for fun,” she wheezes, thankful that she fixed the voice modulator so she sounds like she's smoked thirty a day since she was four. “Okay,” they laugh slightly and she thinks fuck them. “Can I help you anyway?”

kill me slowly with your kiss

"I don't get close to people," he whispers as his body pushes her against the wall. His mask is tucked beneath his nose and there's a part of her that knows his lips but if he doesn't want his identity revealed, as she doesn't, she'll avoid tugging on that thread.

"Because it's difficult, or because you don't want to?" she asks. She doesn't care because she'd have to want to get close to him to care and she's not sure that she does. Because her last three missions have failed because he's been right there.

"It doesn't matter," he replies, pressing his lips lightly to her jaw. And as he touches his tongue to her neck, following with a suck of his lips, she figures, no, it doesn't matter.

"My lips are up here, Spider," she says impatiently as he marks her. She wants to tug his face to hers by his hair but she doesn't want him to think she's trying to unmask him when really his suit is so tight there's nothing to grip onto.

He laughs lightly, his whole body shaking with the movement and it's a delightful sound, one she'll replay in about five minutes when he's paralysed from her tranquiliser and she can finally go and get the artwork while Kingpin is out of town.

"Someone's in a rush," he teases and she wants to throw him around, have him being the one pinned to the wall but he's stronger than her and she doesn't want him to figure that out so she lets him hold her there instead. His leg wedged between hers as his lips finally touch hers.

It's softer than she thought it would be, with the way he throws his punches and the way he screams at people - she never knew he could be this soft. But then his tongue is in her mouth, his hand pulling at the roots of her white wig and she feels the tingles all the way to the tips of her toes.

She knows him. She knows his tongue. She knows his hands and his breathy moans and she knows him.

She just doesn't know how.

assume you'll be comin' for blood

Her brain no longer thumps painfully, the pressure fading so it doesn't feel like her head is about to explode. Her eyes are no longer black and that's kinda annoying cause she looked cool as fuck.

A few days ago she thought she was dying, hallucinating as the black inky liquid seeped from her skin and crawled along the floor. She was planning on never leaving the house again, committed to sinking back to the bathroom floor and dying there.

But it's been anywhere between five seconds and four years and she feels better. Ish. she ate eight chocolate bars and she's been talking to the voice in her head. So she's probably insane but she's leaning into it.

Besides, the black liquid makes her strong and it can grab her a can of drink from the fridge without her moving from the couch. Sure, she did end up chewing the head of the pizza delivery guy and that wasn't the best but she and venom have come to an arrangement.

No more delivery guys, no more threatening Mr Delmar.

They're only after Peter Parker.

#spideychelle #petermj #ridic hc's from me xxx #fics ill never write #nwh spoilers #ask

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