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Oh em goodness random thought. Maneater y/n and womanizer Chan, hyunjin, and Minho. Think about, Y/n things she has them all separated and wrapped around her fingers but, turns out they all know each other and have a little plan where one of them invites her and they all show up. Oh my goodness gracious IDC if it's f×m or m×m I needed to tell someone seriously or I might faint.🫧
I don't think I've ever imagined this combo before, but I am so happy you've share this juicy thought with me.
Here's what I am thinking...You're out and about seeing all three of them individually, thinking that you've got a wrapped around your finger. They take you on dates, buy you nice clothes, and then they fuck your brains out. I'm talking hard, raw, animalistic fucking. Because you love it like that.
Minho catches on first. He just has a sixth sense about it. You seem a little red and tender down there, but he hadn't seen you for a few days. So he spies on you. That's when he sees you're not just fucking one other guy, but two! And he fucking knows them!
Minho has a plan. He contacts the other two, and explains the situation. Interestingly, none of them are angry. But they do want to teach you a lesson.
You wanna take on three guys? Well you're going to take all three at once!
One night, you think you're going to have a lovely night of riding Minho on his couch, so you put on a sexy lingerie set, and a little skirt and tee and head on over.
That's when you realize you're in deep shit!!! What the fuck are Chan and Hyunjin doing here? At Minho's?
"So Kitten, you thought you could fool us, hmm?" Minho glares at you.
"Babygirl, Daddy needs to have a word with you." Chan clenches his jaw.
"You're gonna have to pay for this, you know?" Hyunjin bites his lip while he imagines everything he's going to do you.
You open your mouth to try to explain, but they are on you. A hand over your mouth, hands yanking your skirt off. Lips on your neck.
"No speaking, little slut. You do exactly as we say.” Minho hisses in your ear.
Hyunjin stands behind you hooking his arms around your waist and throws himself down in the couch. He holds you still as Chan kneels in front, big thick cock already out and pushing into your cunt. He doesn’t even prep you or tease you, just rams himself into you to the hilt. But you’re so wet that those obscene noises your pussy makes fill the room almost instantly.
You cry out in pleasure/pain as he fucks you, and Minho wants none of that. He climbs up onto the couch and forces his cock into your throat.
You fucking love it. Are you sick for wanting them to treat you so harshly? Is there something wrong with you for wanting them to actually hurt you?
As you try to take all of Minho in your mouth, you realise you can’t quite accommodate the entire length because of the angle. Hyunjin reaches up and pumps the remaining length with his hand. Minho throws his head back and moans.
Hyunjin pinches your nipple with his other while Chan makes rough motions on your clit.
That’s when your first orgasm hits you. You cry out around Minho’s cock making him shoot cum down your throat.
Chan follows, coming deep in your cunt.
Then it’s Hyunjin’s turn to squeeze his beautiful length into your still pulsating pussy while Chan gets you to deep throat him.
And Minho? Well he’s preparing your ass for double pen action. Once he deems you ready, he penetrates you slowly. But that’s all the mercy he gives you, because once you’ve accommodated him he’s fucking you as hard as he can.
You’re so stretched, wanting to cry out from how full you feel with two cocks fully seated inside you, and with Chan squeezing past the back of your throat, you felt well and truly stuffed.
They get you in as many positions as they can. Over the back of the couch, the floor, holding you up while they stand with you impaled on them.
You’re covered in cum, it’s all over you, leaking out of you, smeared on your face.
At one point they have you on all fours, chan pounding your ass from behind, the other two kneeling in front of you. Chan pulls your hair forcing your face up and Hyunjin and Minho alternate fucking your face! And Chan practically forces your mouth to their pubic bone.
They’re loving teaching you a lesson. They want you to feel them all. Feel them for days to come.
After three hours of continuous sex, they’re not even close to being finished with you. Chan throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the bedroom, Minho and Hyunjin on his tail.
You’re subjected to more torturous pleasure. All your orifices are fucked over and over with cocks and fingers (sometimes both). You’ve lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had. They’re insatiable and don’t tire until the sun breaks.
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A/n: sorry there was basically no dialogue (my brain is tired). I hope that you still enjoyed it @bubblebisk 🫣
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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/752317945647087616/not-related-to-the-whole-tagging-discourse-but
I hate that people treat not having a top/bottom preference as being a lying virtue signaller and not just... not giving a fuck. I get it, nothing hurts you more in life than me rubbing one out to both A as a bottom and A as a top, because secretly, like all women, I'm lying to myself and don't know what I want, and you, like all wise people, see my true motives, even when I don't. And my silly dumb girl brain just doesn't understand how wrong it is not to have a preference and how impossible it is, and like all silly girls, I need guidance towards The Good Word of Truth.
But as someone with real problems, have you considered just... addressing something actually important in your life? Because radfems telling me I don't actually like kink didn't work, antis telling me I don't really like my ships didn't work, people telling me I didn't really like guys and gals didn't work, and whilst I understand I'm a liberal SJW virtue signaling due to the woke mind virus or whatever to you? I plan on continuing to get off to characters in every configuration, so long as it's hot and well-written/drawn. And if the radfems, antis and biphobes learned to live with that crushing truth, someday, so will you.
P.S. I do have one top preference and that's me with a strap-on fucking your dad so good he gets a divorce. I'm your new mommy.
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So we'll all be quoting the postscript, right?
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MTL Corruption Kink/First Relationship
Ot7 x Reader
Summary: Which members are most likely to have a corruption kink or would like being their S/o’s first
relationship
Warnings: suggestive, mention of dom/sub dynamics
A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!
Masterlist
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Most
Hobi
Jimin
Jungkook
Taehyung
Namjoon
Jin
Yoongi
Least
Hobi: Idk Hobi just gives me soft, service dom vibes, I feel like he would kinda love being the first
one to show his partner all the ins and outs of love and relationships. He would be super sweet and
patient, but there’s definitely something in his brain that gets a sense of satisfaction from the idea that he’s the only one
that’s ever got to do these things with you.
Jimin - Jungkook: I initially had Jimin lower on the list, but he kinda blindsided me once I started thinking abt it more(as usual), partly bc his love languages remind me a lot of Hobi’s? I don’t
think he’s ever really given it much thought until he’s actually presented with the situation, but
then he realizes he quite likes getting to teach his s/o about love and intimacy. He would kinda take
pride in getting to show you how good relationships can be.
With Jungkook, I feel like he’s thought about it a bit in the past, and likes the idea of
getting to open up a whole new part of the world to you, but I could also see it making him
slightly nervous for the same reasons. He really doesn’t want to do the wrong thing or
accidentally fuck up your perceptions of sex or relationships.
Tae - Namjoon: I think Tae would romanticize being someone’s first anything and like the idea of
being someone’s 'first love/relationship', but I don’t see him being overly fixated or having a kink for it.
Joon I think would prefer a partner w a bit of experience, at least in the physical department, but otherwise
I don’t see him minding actually. I think he would find it kinda touching and romantic that he was
your first real relationship, it would make him feel special that you chose him.
Jin - Yoongi: I don’t see either of them minding that much either way, tbh. It’s not that they don’t
necessarily care, they just view it more as every relationship is different anyway, what does it matter if it's the first of the fifth? I could see it maybe weighing on their mind at times kinda like Jungkook, when they might worry about being a good boyfriend for you, but otherwise they're pretty chill abt it.
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@bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @universal-travel-er @bo0o0o0ooo @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz
#bts mtl#bts x y/n#bts x reader#bts requests#bts reactions#bts reaction#bts headcanons#seokjin x reader#seokjin x y/n#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x reader#hoseok x y/n#hoseok x reader#namjoon x y/n#namjoon x reader#jimin x y/n#jimin x reader#taehyung x y/n#taehyung x reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x reader#bts scenarios#7ndipity
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EB: i would like to be culturally sensitive, but i wish it didn't have to be like that for you. […]
AG: Well, thanks John. That's nice of you to say. 8ut let's face it, it doesn't fucking matter anymore, since our whole race was wiped out! […]
AG: […] we'll never actually get to come of age and enter troll society, and see if we got what it takes.
AG: 8ut that doesn't mean we stop growing up!
AG: I think the game knows it's always gonna 8e played 8y kids, and it always rigs it so they enter right around the cusp of sexual maturity, whatever the race is.
AG: Which kinda makes sense, since if they succeed, they've got their whole lives ahead of them to do whatever the hell they're going to do in their universe, like start repopul8ing and whatnot.
Vriska thinks that Sburb Players are always kids, because the game wants to give them more time to live in their universe. I'm a little skeptical, and not just because it de-canonizes my Homestucksona.
With the scale of what we’ve seen so far in the game, I didn’t expect a paltry concern like human lifespan to matter. With access to cloning, time travel and brain duplication, rejuvenating one's body would be trivial for a non-ascended Sburb Player, let alone a god of Life or Time.
AG: I really think how successfully they mature is tied to success in the game. It challenges the players in all the ways they need to 8e challenged to grow, which is different for every individual, and veeeeeeeery different for every race.
If Sburb absorbs the cultural standards of its Players, then I’m very happy we didn’t see the Quests that the game tailor-made for the Alternian Empire.
That would explain why we’ve never seen any troll Consorts, though. It's because they were conquered.
AG: I don't think we were so hot at that aspect of the game. In fact, I'm sure we were quite awful. Hell, even I wasn't that gr8 at it! I actually just kinda fell ass 8ackwards into the god tier, to 8e honest.
I wouldn't put too much stock into Sburb's idea of 'growth'. Its primary purpose is to propagate reality, and it's probably designed to mold you into someone well-suited to that task, regardless of your own desires. Your happiness and personal fulfillment is a secondary concern, at best.
Listen to what Sburb has to say, if you want - but take it with a huge pinch of salt. I doubt it has your best interests at heart.
AG: 8ut what really gets me is this didn't even occur to me until just now, while I was sitting around thinking a8out it. […]
AG: That was why the game split us up into two teams.
AG: It knew as we came of age, we'd pro8a8ly start killing each other.
AG: So it just provided the stage. Red team vs. 8lue. It was so simple! All we had to do was what we were naturally inclined to. It might have worked out 8etter for us.
I don't agree with this take on the teams, either.
My interpretation is pretty much the opposite of Vriska's. I’ve always believed that the game pretended to split the trolls into teams, in order to trick them into joining one single cooperative group. If we assume propagation is Sburb's primary goal, then it must have concluded that this arrangement increased their chances of victory. In other words, the trolls are better together.
Plus, Sburb has never even hinted that the game can or should be played competitively. I think Vriska's just searching for reasons why everything's gone so wrong, and she's fallen back on Alternian conditioning again. Successful trolls kill, so her team must have failed because there weren't enough killings.
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in light of recent events (Dovi praising Marc on live TV) I wanna share even MORE jealous!Vale thoughts my ill brain created
In my mind their reconciliation happened during Vale's last year on the grid, but it begun after Marc's injury in 2020
Vale obviously knows that during their break up Marc had others, he even knows who more or less (he got tired after the like tenth guy he named) but the name which remained more sour in his mind was Dovi's
It was another Italian guy, one who shared the grid with them and which never actually distanced himself completely from Marc, always luring in the shadows ready to console Marc if he had a bad race and Vale couldn't sneak to his motorhome fast enough to be the first to talk to his boy.
Marc doesn't even realise that Vale is NOT happy with his closeness with Dovi because he just sees it as that rn, not as anything remotely romantic or sexual anymore.
But when he finds out OH MY GOD is he bratty about it.
He runs to Dovi first thing after the end of the race, long face and practically throws himself in his arms for a hug, and he knows Vale saw that, he can feel his piercing blue eyes burning a hole in his head and killing Dovi with a stare.
After returning to his motorhome Marc practically rushes to the bedroom, making sure he's got lube ready near the bed, takes off his racing gear and puts on an ols crumpled shirt Dovi had left at his sometime ago, with a fading print designed to look like a 04 on front.
He waits the usual 10 minutes they give each other before Vale comes to him, and those minutes are extremely long for Marc, he's now set on pushing as many buttons as he can to get Vale to fuck him so good he forgets about the race.
When the inner timer ticks 10 minutes Vale is inside the room, wearing one of his ridiculously oversized hoodies, and when he turns he finds an innocent acting Marc, sat on the bed, smiling in his usual warm way.
Vale tries not to act out with Marc because he knows it's just from his POV that the relationship between Marc and Dovi is something to be jealous of, but when he goes to kiss him and sees the tshirt...
Oh may God have mercy on Marc's soul
He freezes, stares at the tshirt and then at Marc, who still is sat on the bed, and looks up to him with the most innocent eyes ever and asks what's wrong.
and then Vale obviously asks who's tshirt is that and Marc goes "Oh yeah this was Dovi's but he gave it to me last year it's just so comfortable I can swim inside it look" and he is starting to show it to Vale which finally has enough of that bullshit and just grabs Marc's wrists and without saying a word takes off his tshirt, leaving him in boxers for three seconds and then proceeding to dress him with his hoodie, ending up being shirtless
"There, this is more comfortable and doesn't belong to that fucker. I don't want you to go around smelling like him, I want you to wear MY things got it? you are not his or whoever else's you fucked with last years, you're mine and I'm not letting you wear his fucking merch"
Marc is completely red, he loves this side of Vale, it shows he truly cares, and he finds it extremely hot.
"Maybe just to be sure he or anyone else gets ideas I'm gonna mark you up, what do you say mh? Would you like that Marc? I'm gonna leave hickeys everywhere on your body, I want them to get that you're mine and they don't get to have you like I do"
At that point Marc is hard as hell and they end up fucking in his motorhome, trying to be as quieto as possible but doing a terrible job at it.
the next morning Marc posts a pic of him with an oversized hoodie which lets his neck visible, full of bites and hickeys, the post description being something like "I know with who I belong"
oh yeah mhm mhm
marc with dovi's merch to piss off vale that's a+. i thinking after that stunt vale would make marc throw away all the merch of dovi he kepts and he would replace it with his. like my number is the only one that you will wear.
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i was actually happy and then i just felt it slip away. that was the worse feeling in the world
#depresjon#tw depressing thoughts#tw depression#tw depressing stuff#tw depressive#mentally fucked#mentally exhausted#mentally ill#sewerslidal#i want to diiieeee#i cant do this anymore#wanna fling myself off a cliff rn#what the actual fuck is wrong with my brain#why can’t i just be happy#why can’t i just be okay#why can’t i just be normal#i wanna be okay#i want to be okay#i just want to die#i just want to be done#i just want to be happy#why can’t i feel anymore#why am i never happy anymore#what happened to me#mental illness#mental health#i have no mental health#my mental health is dead and gone#i should be in bed#it’s 2 in the morning
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As if I wasn't already exhausted enough this morning...
It's been brought to my attention that people are taking my fanfics, editing them, and sharing them around. I don't have the words to describe how not okay this is. If you don't like something about my fanfic, then I'm sorry to hear that, but there are a lot of other fics out there you can read instead.
I put time and effort and care into my writing, as does every writer. To take my work without permission and change it feels like someone just punched me in the gut. Frankly it makes me not want to share my work at all and to take down all the writing I do have up, because why should I share anything with people if all they're going to do is decide it's not good enough and they're going to do what they want with it and make it "better"?
And before anyone comes at me, this is not what a transformative work does. This is not the same as fanfiction. I'm fucking exhausted from working two eleven hour shifts over the weekend so my brain is not working so someone smarter and more articulate than I am can explain why. I'm tired.
This genuinely makes me want to take down all my works and not share anything new. It's very simple, kiddos: Don't like it? Don't read it. You will miss out on some fanfics that way, just like you'll miss out on some films, or books, or TV shows. I've missed out on really good fic, novels, films, etc, for the same reason. We all do. It's a part of life. Stuff will sometimes have things in it that you don't like. Skim those parts, fast-forward those scenes, grin and bear it, or just go and read/watch something else.
Normally I would make this post unrebloggable but I worry other writers in this fandom might experience the same thing and not realize it. So people are welcome to reblog this. Anyone who's an ass on it will be blocked, no second chances.
Just. Don't do this guys. Holy shit don't do this. What the actual fuck.
#mads writes stuff#911 abc#911 fanfic#yes unfortunately tagging the fandom since that's the fandom it happened in#I'm just#holy fuck#genuinely I want to message every writer I know in this fandom#even if we've never spoken#to like... warn them this is apparently a thing#I wish I could make my brain work right now but I'm so fucking braindead#I'm working three jobs and this is my fun relax safe space except NOT ANYMORE 'CAUSE PEOPLE ARE BEING DICKS#just... don't fucking do this what the FUCK is wrong with you#actual CHILDREN are more respectful holy fuck
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finally colored that Eddie scribble <3 rough day p.2!
#am i happy with this? no! but im tired of messing with it so this is what we get#i mean its not Bad but. sigh#i gotta get better at coloring stuff its my Art Weakness#no matter how much i try i cannot understand color theory#my brain simply says No <3#i have perfect color vision and yet. and fucking yet. cant use it for shit! yeehaw!#scribble garnish#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#eddie dear#i hope he enjoys that ice cold soda - sold exclusively at howdys for a stellar deal only one hundred percen- *gunshot*#i would like everyone to know that i unironically initially wrong 'seld' instead of 'sold'#and genuinely didnt know why there was a little red squiggle friend underneath it for a solid minute#the brain is rotting <3 i go outside and the ravens start divebombing <3#i am living up to my url of 'carrion'#dead meat walkin babeyyyyyy#i think the chronic migraines are actually frying my neurons!!! yee! haw!
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Listening to Rusty Quill Gaming holiday episodes has me like
I’ve gotten into some niche shit before, but this? This is a bit much even for me
#RQG#Rusty Quill Gaming#rqg holiday episode#this is in fact. about the gay ice skaters#no you don’t understand#I’m writing fan fic of this TWO EPISODE ONE SHOT#THAT HAS Z E R O RELEVANCE TO THE ACTUAL PODCAST#what is WRONG WITH ME#I played ‘Never Had a Dream Come True’ at work and it fucking ruined my brain#I now have a playlist. A PLAYLIST#for this ICE SKATING EARWORM I HAVE LATCHED ONTO#I am a parasite living within the parasite in my brain#an oroboros of parasitic obsession#I am not a cool person#but I am free#captain's log
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ik it’s been forever in internet time but i’m gonna die mad abt the way the live action atla show got a good amount of backlash and criticism from the fanbase meanwhile the pjo show was THAT horrendous and the fanbase treats critics like they’re out to kill their mother. as someone in both fandoms am i crazy bc i keep fucking seeing people say yes 💀 like!! these shows, whose original series were both about a 12 year old boy born with godlike powers going on quests with his friends to save the world, released in the 2000s, and had a shitty movie adaptation, now reboots released within weeks of each other, both committed nearly identical crimes of character assassination, exposition dumping, dumbing down their source material, sanitizing “problematic” elements (that the characters originally had to overcome), and wasting actor potential (also at least live action atla had good action scenes CANNOT say the same for the pjo show)—and i’m seeing like mainstream(ish) social media coverage of new atla show critique by people with millions of followers all across different sites, but nothing even close to that for the pjo show?? if that coverage exists for the pjo show somebody fucken send it to me bc like!! the pjo series is Not an unpopular series, i get it’s a book series and not a tv series so i didn’t expect the popularity to be exactly the same, but Damn! i feel like i need an hours long video essay comparing the two audience reactions to these series’ first season releases bc they were WIDLY different
#i need a full blown analysis someone pls scratch the itch in my brain i can’t put it all into words#like atla remake had the og creators packing their bags meanwhile author of pjo out here lying to his fans abt the show#what the fuck is that about#anyways this is a petty post and not my best put#not directed at the atla fanbase at all!! none of the pettiness for y’all#i am looking the pjo fandom dead in the eyes like just??#why the fuck pjo fans gaslighting the hell out of anybody who breathes wrong on the show??#like actual gaslighting. that term gets thrown around a lot but i mean gaslighting for real even from people in my personal life#the atla fandom has its Moments don’t get me wrong i’m in both but can we have a little bit of sanity in the pjo show fandom#pjo show crit#pjo tv crit#anti pjo show#and i guess#natla show crit#anti natla#natla criticism
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Since you're so afraid of AI, I hope it displaces all of your family, takes over any and all skill you may have, and all you have left is polishing AIs balls. You refuse to learn, but we will make you learn.
framing this one and putting it on my mantle for my followers to point and laugh at. fucking clown
#send me anything else and youre blocked btw. youll think its bc im running from the conversation. im sure#but honestly? its because youre poopy at debating and havent made a single compelling point yet while still managing-#-to completely dodge my original point. you havent said a single meaningful sentance to me#& dont get me wrong. i fucking love debating. but your brain is slime and i dont think you can actually comprehend what im saying#ive definitely given you way more time than you were worth for the sake of a laugh but youre starting to annoy me 😇
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hey does anyone who knows how cgi works wanna explain tristamp to me. bc i’m intrigued and fascinated and i could just use google but that’s boring.
namely, i may be a little slow, but i didn’t even realize it was cgi until i was thinking about how there’s more…motion? than i’m used to in animation. like it didnt key in my brain that it was 3d. i figured they must be using some crazy framerate and be extremely dedicated. so i looked it up.
which is when i found out that it is a) 100% cgi and b) on a limited framerate?? i think i saw 12fps?? also some people called it choppy which it does not seem like to me but perhaps i just don’t have an eye for it. i’m not an artist.
but i don’t understand? i mean. i understand 2d animation pretty well. i know a lot of stylistic things in animation are done to avoid Too Much Drawing, but i don’t. know how cgi works, conceptually. meryl’s bangs move very slightly in the wind all the time, and ik that wasn’t done by hand.
i mean. it’s computer-generated, right. so are we at the point where the computers just know physics? programming hurts my brain. help.
it’s probably way simpler than i’m making it out to be. i just think it’s cool, especially how close to 2d it looks
#bird noises#trigun stampede#animation#i dont know what to tag#i always do this#i get attached to a thing and then i make it way more complicated in my brain than it actually is#i did it with interior book design which is not relevant but it is cool as FUCK to me#and way less artistic/more technical than i thought :((#i was sad about that one#anyway if anyone out there knows how this works or has a link to a good explanation!#also IF I USED WORDS WRONG OR EXPLAINED SOMETHING WEIRD be nice pls bc i will cry about it
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realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille
#possramble#ignore this im just babbling but#the thing is that like. i don't ship laios and marcille together. their relationship is so so important to me in that laios comphets himsel#and THINKS that he might be in love with her but he isn't and that's my insane obsession#platonic soulmates for real but they're so sweet together that i fully expect them to be shipped together#like i get it. that's almost the appeal for me. if dungeon meshi were any other series there'd be an epilogue where they get married#convention dictates that they're meant to be together as the male protagonist and his beloved female deuteragonist#but dungeon meshi DOESNT do that and i love it so fucking much they're the comphet besties ever for my strange little brain#like if i ever did an arranged marriage au it would absolutely be laios and marcille having a platonic political marriage and then just#the most insane mutual pining with marcille and falin while laios and marcille struggle their way into becoming best friends#the imagery of the king and his beautiful court mage being tender to each other and everyone thinking they're in love is like catnip to me#like yeah they'd be like that and have no idea people think they should be together and the subversion makes me so obsessed#the more people ship them romantically. the more i enjoy their platonic dynamic it's like some sort of weird comphet fetishism idk#people think they're in love and im outside the window like YES... YES!!!#but also the second i see stuff of them kissing on the mouth or fucking im like oh god no i went too deep in here i gotta get out#don't wanna see that. i'll go feral over the idea of laios and marcille being arm-in-arm like king and queen but they would not fuck.#i want marcille to be his default comphet beard and dance partner/plus one at official royal events but they're not kissing.#she's there on his arm because he's scared of the other noble women tryna get him and being a baby about it#and people see them muttering to each other and laughing and generally being very sweet and think that they're dating but they're not.#she's actually covered in hickies from falin underneath her dress and is gonna get dragon dicked right after the party is over#like she's in her bedroom and falin's helping her take her ridiculous dress off while listening to her complain about politics#and falin is the person she goes home to the person she falls asleep to and wakes up with#they're a triad of utter devotion to each other but only farcille's side of the triangle is romantic#it's almost like an open secret because they're not trying to hide it at all but people assume and are surprised to find out#like people are so right about her relationship with the toudens but with the siblings' roles switched#love of her life & irreplaceable life companion. does anyone get it#anyway. i don't know what's wrong with me#it bothers me that they're not the undisputed most popular het ship for marcille on ao3#it's unnatural. marcille being paired with any other man should be a fringe case.
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i swear if you people start uwuifying OCD like you did with ADHD and autism I'm going to start attacking
#the general idea of what OCD is already so fucking wrong and harmful#if you start being like 'oh my little meow meow is so OCD' or 'its not a disorder its just a different way of thinking uwu'#I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL#ALL OF MY EARLIEST CHILDHOOD MEMORIES FROM AGE 3 AND UP ARE OF HAVING PANIC ATTACKS#PLEASE GO FUCK YOURSELVES THIS IS A MISERABLE FUCKING DISORDER ITS NOT CUTE ITS NOT QUIRKY ITS THE REASON I HAD GRAY HAIR AS A TEENAGER#i saw this like 'i let the intrusive thoughts win' isn't something people use all the time for like dying their fucking hair#its exhausting how many people what to be all 'mental illness needs to be more accepted'#and then in the next sentence want to deny that your mental illness is actually harmful to you and doesn't negatively affect you#and its just because society doesn't accept your different way of thinking uwu#NO I LITERALLY WOULD HAVE KILLED MYSELF AS A TEENAGER IF SOMEONE HAD CONVINCED ME THAT MY MENTAL ILLNESS WAS NORMAL AND FINE#figuring out that something was Wrong with my brain was like the best moment of my life#and this 'no you just think differently don't try to change' attitude may be helpful in SOME CASES#but that shit needs to me pulled back on A LOT online because that framing can be extremely harmful to some people (like me)#knowing exactly what is wrong with my brain is literally the only way I'm able to not let it affect me#and it not affecting me is literally the only way I can function and live happily#like you understand that some people do genuinely have things wrong with them#and telling them they don't is beyond cruel
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for some reason i can't explain
i know saint peter won't call my name
nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au
(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)
Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.
It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.
No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.
However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.
Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.
But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.
His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.
Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-
Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.
Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.
Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.
Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.
After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.
Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.
And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.
Fucking finally.
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Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.
The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.
The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.
But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.
Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.
Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.
He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.
It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.
When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.
Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.
And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?
It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.
An honorable life is an eternal life.
Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.
They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.
This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking.
And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.
months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs?
what if this wasn't his first war?
that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up.
over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain.
anyways.
at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more.
hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!
(song insp.)
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#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS#but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting#fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality#or something#...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay#it kills me#its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story#because literally thats it thats the plot#OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars#(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay#also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums#ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard#as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met#immortal soldier!alton more#alton more#easy company#band of brothers fic#mine#band of brothers#bofb#hbowar#em's moodboards#em writes#jesus christ i guess that's a tag now#alright here we go out into the void
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You can pronounce things wrong on purpose as a joke for fun.
But watch out.
#text post#I fucked up the title of the movie 'Se7en' in my head SO BADLY I don't even realise I'm using a wrong name for it#I used to call it Se'seven'en as a joke#But I did it too many times and now my brain just thinks that's what the movie's title actually is#Unless I catch myself and have to remind myself no#the movie's name is just 'Seven'
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