#which are positions i've been trained in and cover for on top of the other stuff i do
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tag rant time wee
#i'm really feeling some type of way about my job rn#which fuckin sucks cause overall i really like working here#it's a great team and my tasks are pretty straightforward#but man they said they were hoping to make me full time 3 months ago#and i get it there's budgeting and stuff but now i'm hearing they're hiring more staff?#i dunno man it feels pretty sour especially cause i make So much less an hour than the other positions#which are positions i've been trained in and cover for on top of the other stuff i do#hrnnmmm and i keep getting “in trouble” for things i either didn't have info on or didn't do i'm eugh#i don't want to keep leaving jobs i really want to keep this one but i can't if staying here isn't g#isn't helping me ya know#it's frustrating cause i am literally itching to work i just want to not given clear instruction and not be treated like a child#anyway i dunno what to do about it but if I cant at least get more hours i'll have to start looking elsewhere#e-floetry#rant time
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On The Phone
| Johnny Cage x afab!reader
Word count: 1k
CW: 18+, phone seggs, smut, dirty talk, masturbation, overstimulation, praise, no use of y/n, Johnny w/ a voice kink, Johnny is somewhat sub, bit of a plot.
a/n: feliz año nuevo !! just letting everyone know, pls feel free to ask for gender-neutral or masculine perspectives. reqs are open to diff m1k characters as well(˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)
reblogging is very much appreciated! ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ
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It's been a couple of weeks since Johnny left you in Malibu to go to Wu Shi Academy, and you were lying on your shared bed, alone. Every day felt longer than the other without Johnny, your mutual agreement of calling each other every other day was the only thing you looked forward to at the end of the day. Your phone lay resting beside you as you felt it buzz. Your thoughts of Johnny were immediately cut off as you rose from your sheets feeling elated seeing his name on the screen, you felt pathetic that even seeing his name displayed at the top of the screen gave you a rush of excitement.
On the other line, Johnny was lying on his uncomfortably stiff cot with sore muscles after an exhausting day of training with the monks. Weeks of being without you was leaving him frustrated, sexually frustrated. He hadn't had any time to himself and was practically thinking about you every second of the day. He was tossing and turning hard as a rock just from the thought of you. He shamefully reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone to press on your contact, waiting anxiously to see if you'd pick up to help him relieve himself.
"Hey, baby..."
As soon as you heard the sound of his deep groggy voice it almost made you melt right into the bed sheets. It took you a couple of seconds of silence before responding with a shy "Hi Johnny." Your tone was a bit off, it sounded like you were trying to play off your elation, which you were but that’s not important.
Johnny exhaled a soft chuckle, he felt nervously hot every time he heard your sweet voice. “Hey darling… I know it’s late but I wanted to check on you” You could hear the strain on his voice, the restraint in his tone. He was definitely holding something back.
You held the phone listening to his tiresome voice through the speaker, holding it as if it were Johnny himself, giving it a sultry smile hearing how deeply he cared for you. "I'm doing okay.. would be better if you were here with me." The weariness in your tone grew as you considered how far apart you two were, quietly looking over at the side of the bed he typically slept on, envisioning his presence.
Johnny smiled. Your need for him was comforting for him, knowing how much he suffered from the gap between the two of you as well, knowing how much he needed your closeness. "I know, I’ve missed you so very much… I have been thinking about you so much lately you have no clue." He added with a grin and low chuckle looking down at how turned on he was by just you conversing with him.
He was going crazy still needing to get rid of his hard-on, the sound of your voice was only making it worse. "Nothing would make me happier than to be with you right now. I've been thinking about you... thinking of what we might do if you were here..." He reached down under his itchy covers and began to palm himself to the thought of you and what you were currently doing, thinking about what position he'd put you in when he gets home, what noises you'd make when he finally gets his tongue on your sweet cunt.
He let out a quiet whiny groan feeling how incredibly hard he had gotten since the call started. Setting the phone in his left hand, Johnny continued rubbing himself through his boxers as he felt a small patch of pre-cum starts to stain them. The sound he let out almost instantly gave you chills of arousal, making you immediately wet. "Yeah? What were you thinking?" Biting at your bottom lip, your hand slipped down under your pajama shorts to massage your aching clit. Soft moans sliding off your tongue could only faintly be heard by him as he let out a pleasureful groan at the sight of his leaky cock springing out of his boxers.
Johnny's arousal kept getting higher and higher the longer he thought about all those painful times he was left to his own thoughts, long nights of imagining every tiny detail on your body. "Oh, you know..." He said as he made long and slow strokes listening to your quiet noises. "I was thinking about how much I miss your presence... I miss having you right by me, how you fit so nicely against me. How your lips feel on mine, and that mouth... that god damn mouth." His voice increased in frustration as he let out a guttural groan seeing the pre-cum dribble down his fingers. As your slick dripped down, and covered your thighs, your fingers slipped more easily inside, and your moans became more frantic and louder sending Johnny into an entranced state.
Johnny squeezed at his cock a bit firmer as he envisioned your mouth replacing his hand, oh how he missed how your warmth coated him. "Are you touching yourself, princess?" He questioned while shutting his eyes and imagining what you look like while on the call with him. You couldn't get out any words as your mind was completely occupied by the thought of all of the times you had your mouth on him. Gentle moans were spilling out of your mouth, quiet chants of his name filling the room. All you could do was hum out a weak and whiny "Mhm.." while tears of pleasure were threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes.
inaudible praises to her were falling from his mouth, he felt his cock twitch in his hand every time you moaned for him. You were starting to claw at your sheets in anticipation of your orgasm, and your back was arching off of the bed. Johnny could hear how close you were to your peak and let out a satisfactory sigh feeling he was also nearing his by how his strokes were uneven and getting sloppier. Johnny pried his eyes open to view his hand viciously stroking himself as cum spurted out and leaked down onto his lower stomach while still pumping up and down. You bit your lip stifling your moans as your orgasm hit you hard, cum was spilling onto your fingers as you continued pumping in and out trying to draw out your orgasm. Johnny felt himself twitch in his hand as he milked himself dry feeling much better now that he finally subdued his frustration.
#mortal kombat#mk1#mk1 johnny cage#johnny cage x reader#johnny cage x you#fanfic#mk1 smut#smut#johnny cage x reader smut#mortal kombat 1 johnny cage#mortal kombat 1
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is it possible for a Carol Danvers x reader where Reader is a new caretaker of the baby flerkens/kittens and sometimes asks Carol tips since she looks after Goose while this is happening Kamala ships it and asks Kate to help her ship set sail and the two of them tries to be like spies like the Black Widow siblings but fails and in the end Carol has the guts to asks reader out but Kamala and Kate has to do training about stealth as punishment?
this is so cuteeee ahhh
love the flerkens with all my heart so i'm so excited to write this <3
it'll actually be the first carol oneshot i've posted!! (despite writing hundreds and hating all of them lol) so thank you for requesting bestie <3333
sorry it took so long but here you go :)
pairing: Carol Danvers x gn reader
summary: taking care of baby flerkens is scary. That's for sure. But would such a positive outcome of getting a date with a pretty superhero be enough to make you stay?
a/n: love the ask, hate my writing. just like always.
carol is wifey tho so we chill.
You wouldn’t exactly say your job is superhero important, but taking care of thirty kittens who can open up their mouths and swallow you whole at any second has its own set of risks.
It started with you going to visit the vet place you used to work at as a doctor before leaving to pursue other interests. You’re still close friends with the rest of the vet’s there, so you go and visit when you have time. While you were there, your friend Maggie had been telling you about some girl that came in with thirty cats, which surprisingly, has been seen before. That wasn't why this lady was remembered in the office so well. It was because the kittens kept eating workers, just to spit them back up perfectly fine- well maybe a little bit covered in saliva- about an hour later.
When Maggie described the woman, an older blonde woman that had manners, was accompanied by two young girls that wouldn't stop getting on her nerves, and had fists that glowed when one of the girls accidentally ate a dog treat that was shaped like a cupcake. The woman's name was Carol Danvers- a superhero you and millions of other people were familiar with- and her friends, Kamala Khan and Kate Bishop.
Fun day for the office, and you could only say you wish you’d been there to see it. The smirk on your friend's face was one you see quite often, one she only has when she’s planning something.
So that day, you left the vet building with a piece of paper in hand, one that had a messily scribbled out phone number. Carol’s number. She’s looking for someone to take care of the flerken kittens while she's at work, and she was so happy to hear back from someone that she hired you without even asking to see your credentials.
That's how you find yourself here, chasing around one of the kittens with a treat in hand. Kamala, the sweetest angel, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she’s in the wrong place. I.E, one of the kittens' stomachs. As Carol explained it, whatever goes in their mouths aren't technically in their stomachs, just in a pocket of time and space that starts in their stomachs. At least, that's what you thought she said. You were too busy watching the way her arm muscles flexed in the tank top she was wearing while she was hammering a nail to connect parts of the giant bed she’s building for the kittens.
Suddenly, as you get into the kitchen with the cat still several feet in front of you, somebody chuckles and leans down to catch the meowing animal before it can escape again. It’s Carol, dressed in her usual attire of slightly baggy jeans, an old band t-shirt and converse.
She holds the cat up but it’s armpits, facing him away from her and in the opposite direction of you before she says, “give her back.” That’s all it takes, and then the kitten opens it’s mouth and spits out Kamala.
You’re barely paying attention to the girl gasping for air on the floor though, instead you’re watching Carol's cute smile as she nuzzles the cat and then sets him back on the ground. “How’ you do that?” You start, trying to get your breathing back to normal. “I’ve been trying to catch him for like an hour.”
“Yeah, that was a really long time!” Kamala chimes in, but neither you nor Carol are listening.
“I learned from Goose that if you show disappointment in your voice, they’ll let ‘em go. Weird, but effective.” The blonde says before she goes back to cooking. “I’m making lunch. You want some, honey?
You find yourself turning crimson at the nickname, about to say no thank you before suddenly Carol is speaking again, panic in her voice. “I mean do you want honey! In the tea! That I haven’t made yet. Not you honey! This honey!” She holds up a honey container shaped like a bear to prove her point.
Kamala smirks, awkwardly winking at Carol and mouthing the word, “Smooth!” before the superhero finally just shoves her out of the room.
You sigh, nodding your head before grabbing the baby flerken and making your way out of the room. It’s obvious she doesn’t feel the same way and you shouldn’t be surprised. Why would a superhero like her fall for…you?
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Carol Danvers is madly in love with you.
You don’t know that, of course. But she is.
It’s why she’s here, panicking in the kitchen after accidentally calling you a nickname. Someone snickers behind her, and without missing a beat, she throws a rag towards Kamala’s head. “Shut up. That sucked! What is wrong with me? The blonde pleads, and Kamala’s eyes soften even though her tone is still teasing as she says in a sing-songy voice, “You like them.”
“No shit sherlock. Of course I like them. Have you seen their smile? And the little laugh they do whenever one of the flerkens eat something? Or-”
She’s cut off by Kate barling into the kitchen, Goose in her arms and training suit on. “What’s going on?”
“Carol’s telling us about her crush on the flerkins caretaker.”
“Ooooo! Are you gonna ask them out?”
“Can you two shut up?”
“No. I totally ship you guys!”
“Fine. How about this, if you don’t shut up and let me handle this, I’ll make you do 48 extra hours of training over the course of the next two weeks. That's almost two extra hours a day.”
They shut up.
It’s not like she doesn’t want to go out with you. That would be amazing. But she hasn’t had a relationship in years. Well, there was that little situationship with Valkyrie but we don’t talk about that!
Point is, she doesn’t know all the proper dating etiquette nowadays. Should she take you to dinner and a movie? Ask your kin if it’s okay? Recite poetry?
The two younger girls notice her spiral as she leaves the kitchen, making them feel sorry for their friend. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Kate asks with a smile.
Kamala is silent for a minute before she says, “We should go to the store and get Goose to steal ice cream sandwiches for us because we’re poor?”
“Later. Right now, I think we need to help Carol get a date.”
“I don’t know about this Kate. It’s clear she doesn’t want our help.”
“Wow. Since when did Kamala Khan not want to meddle? It’s like your favorite activity.”
The young girl sighs, petting Goose before she says, “You’re right. Carol needs our help and it’s going to take serious meddling.”
So, with that idea in mind, they come up with a plan. As superheroes, their main job is keeping people out of danger. It’s what Carol also does on a daily basis. If they can put you in a dangerous situation, Carol can swoop in and save you.
It’s why they went to the store and got 2 pounds of butter, melting it over the stove before dumping it all over the living room floor.
Just because they’re superheroes doesn’t mean they’re smart.
Then, they hide behind the kitchen counter, heads peeking over the side that makes it obvious it’s them.
You open the front door, back from your lunch as you call out for the baby flerkens. You stop in your tracks when you see the butter, eyes darting around the house as you call out, “Carol?”
She comes running in, successfully slipping in the butter before you can catch her. Kamala and Kate gasp from their hiding spot, hiding their heads again when Carol narrows her eyes towards them.
“Are you okay? Do you need help?” You say, but she just shakes her head with a grimace. “No. I’m fine. Go on. The kittens are in my room.” With a hesitant nod, you walk around the pool of butter with your crush smack dab in the middle of it, then into the hallway and towards her room.
Carol takes a deep breath while closing her eyes, deciding to lay in shame and butter. Kamala and Kate quietly get up from their hiding spot, taking her moment of silence to escape this situation. “Three hours of extra stealth training tomorrow. A punishment for this and because I don’t know how the hell you two become superheroes. And please….for the love of god….clean up the fucking butter.” The blonde mumbles with her eyes closed, the younger girls grabbing each other's arms as they hold in a groan and continue trying to sneak out despite the fact they’ve already been caught.
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After a quick trip to the grocery store for ice cream, Kamala and Kate spend all night watching movies, eating, and coming up with a new plan to make their ship sail.
Carols a good cook, having had to learn how when she got tired of eating packaged space food on her ship. You don't get home cooked meals a lot, so maybe they can invite you over for a dinner so that you and Carol can have more time to talk about things that aren't work related.
You easily accept their invitation with the idea that Carol knows you'll be there, so its a bit upsetting when you show up and she frowns in confusion. "Hey. Did you forget something?" Carol questions when she opens the front door to see you.
"Um....no. Kamala and Kate invited me for dinner? I figured you knew." You say with a frown of confusion, and she lets out an annoyed sigh that for a second your kinda scared is pointed towards you until she yells, "Kate! Kamala!
They jump up from behind the couch, the nervousness clear in their eyes. "Oh hey Carol. We were just hanging out."
"Behind the couch?"
"Yup. This is our....meeting spot. How'd you not know that?"
The blonde stares at them for a minute before she snickers. "That's another hour of stealth training. Leave the spy stuff to Yelena and Nat from now on girls." You’re still confused about what's happening, but in the end just decide to leave it be and come inside with the dessert you brought.
Carol follows you into the kitchen, thanking you for the treats with a bright smile. “I already ate, and I have to do some repairs on my ship, but I’ll see you tomorrow alright?” With that, she leaves, once again squashing any hope you ever had of starting a relationship with her.
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The next day, you show up at the house to take care of the flerkens like usual though something feels off. The air is more tense, and there’s not laughing going on from some dumb joke Kamala told like there would usually be. It’s always been such a fun, energetic home. Right now though, you feel like you’re in a library and have to stay quiet so a 100 year old librarian doesn’t come and tell you to shut up.
After a awkward run in with Carol in the hallway while you’re on your way to the flerkens room and she’s on her way to make breakfast before leaving packing her bags for the week long job she has to go on in space, she walks into the kitchen were Kamala and Kate are sitting at opposite ends of the table. They’re on their phones, both texting someone.
They’re texting each other about a new plan, but Carol doesn’t need to know that.
“What’s this?” They finally look up from their phones when the blonde speaks, her tone bitter and confused as she holds up a takeaway coffee cup with someone's phone number scribbled messily on it. It’s not her phone number, and it’s not one of the girl’s ethier.
“I don’t know. It’s something your little crush brought in. Said something about the girl behind the counter at the coffee place hitting on them.” Kamala chuckles, fighting the urge to roll her eyes when Kate begins to hit her arm repeatedly.
The archer takes a moment to compose herself before she says in the most casual voice she can muster, “Seems like you missed your chance.”
Carol’s eyes finally move away from the cup to look at her younger friend with wide eyes. “You really think so?” Kamala smiles knowingly and hums. “Yup. I do.”
You come into the kitchen with a flerken in your arms right at that moment, not exactly reading the room as you grab the cup from Carol’s hand and smile. “Thanks captain. I was looking for that.”
You begin to make your way out of the room, but she gently grabs ahold of your wrist before you can so you turn around to face her. She’s nervous, you can tell that by the way her hand absentmindedly draws stars on the counter and she uses her other hand to tap the beat of the Star Wars theme song against her thigh.
“You okay Carol?” You ask with a small chuckle, reaching over to put your hand over the one drawing stars which only seems to make her more nervous.
Kate coughs then whispers, “Chicken.” Carol narrows her eyes at the giggling pair at the table, point towards the entryway to the kitchen. “Out.”
They grumble something about her being a big baby as they leave, but you have a feeling they don’t get very far.
“So I was thinking.” She starts.
You snicker before saying, “That’s never good.”
She groans, playfully shoving you away. The joking helps to ease her nerves a little, and she can finally look you in the eyes as she speaks. “I was thinking….that if you’re free, and you want to, we can maybe….go out to dinner together? Like more than friends? Only if you want to though! I totally understand if you don’t want to and I guess this might have been a little too-” Your laughter cuts her off, but it doesn't help her nerves.
“What's so funny?” She tries to awkwardly giggle as well.
One look at her face is all you need to go silent.
“You’re not kidding?” The question comes out as more of a whisper. Her stomach churns as she shrugs. “Not really.”
You think about it for a minute before asking, “You like me?”
“I really, really like you. But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I totally understand.”
She watches as a small smile forms on your face, then changes to a cheshire cat grin. “I….I would love to go out to dinner with you Carol. Because I really, really, really like you too.” With that, you pull her into one of the tightest hugs she's ever gotten, her arms hesitantly wrapping around your waist to bring you even closer.
You guys stand there in silence for a few seconds, just enjoying each other's embrace before she suddenly calls out and is followed by loud groans and your laughter, “Girls, I know you’re in the hallway. That’s five hours of stealth training. Really, how have you guys saved cities?"
bonus:
Carol: And me? Oh, I'm 60 years old.
Kate and kamala: damn!
Carol: ……
Kate and kamala: ……we’re sorry.
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I know you've wrote that you got a bit of a writer's block, but I've got an idea for you for later on when you're up in power of creativity.
So, I just woke up from, I'm not sure, a night terror, maybe (might be the hallucinations that are getting to me after yesterday, wooohoo, vicious cycle of not sleeping), and it might sound absolutely weird, but it got me thinking and I came up with an idea for a prompt where the reader gets a night terror, maybe something related to his family before he died like his godson or goddaughter are being tormented by some invisible force in a pram, the reader walks over to it wanting to release the kiddo. When he does, the child does what every kid likes to do which is sort of climbing when you get them into your arms, they like to completely change their arms position and try to get on top of your head, so the kid does that and the reader could feel like a sharp pinch on the back of his neck. The child suddenly dissappeared and he cupped the place where he felt the pain before suddenly waking up in cold sweat to Adam trying to calm him down to the best of his, we all know not the best, abilities, but he's trying! So a cookie for him. They just simply cuddle in silence until everything is fine and it's completely up to you if you want to make the reader talk about whatever happened in his night terror or not. I'm just feeling like some angst with a happy ending, cause jesuuus that nightmare/night terror/sleep hallucination was foking wild 💀
That's how I looked after I woke up, srs
No more writers block, bitches, ur boy's back at it again whoop whoop, (where's my fucking hype train huh??/jk) I also hope you slept better this time <3
Night Terrors
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, night terrors (I guess)
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
Screams and cries of a little child filled your ears and once you were able to focus on your surroundings, your eyes caught your adorable little goddaughter who was sitting in her pram.
She was screaming, crying out your name as she seemed to hit something invisible to your eyes, she was desperately trying to get whatever it was off of her but still being so small she had no chance. Her face was red and her lungs must have hurt by how loudly she's been screaming, tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to get out of her pram - to no success.
You walked over to her, not quite understanding what was wrong with her - what was wrong with the situation. You had goosebumps all over your body and it was only then that you noticed you were shaking. Where that feeling came from you didn't know but what you did know was that you had to get to your goddaughter. The poor little thing needed to calm down, her body must have been exhausted already and she was still putting up a fight.
“Hey there, little princess,” your words sounded unreal in your own ears, as if they were muffled by cotton, but you continued talking to her as you reached to pick her up, “Now, now, pumpkin, I’m here now, you don't need to be afraid anymore.” The little girl looked at you with curious eyes as she made grabby hands at you. You finally lifted her out of her pram and rested her on your hip with one arm wrapped around her body, the other supporting her head. “See?” you smiled softly at the little girl. “You’re all safe now, I won't let anything happen to you, pumpkin,” you assured the little human as you wiped her tears from her cheeks.
She, however, seemed to have different plans, because while she did stop to scream and she did stop to kick around, she was now climbing up your body - with your hands supporting her obviously. “Whatcha doing?” you asked, irritated by her behavior. She had done that before, it was simply what toddlers did, but she never went further than your shoulder. This time though, she covered your face with her small body as she wrapped her arms and legs around your head tightly.
You tried to pull her away, tried to get the child off of you but to no avail. You called out for help, somebody, anybody, but neither were your calls answered nor did someone step in. She was making it hard for you to breathe and then you felt a sharp pain going through your body, its origin at your neck where your goddaughter’s little hands and mouth had just been, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. What the fuck was that? Had the little girl bit you? You weren't sure, to be completely honest, you didn't know what was going on entirely.
Suddenly the weight of the child disappeared and when you tried to grab the body that had just been on top of your head, there was nothing but air, nothing unusual and most importantly not your goddaughter. Your hand moved to your neck instead, where the pain came from and once your hand touched the area, your eyes shot open and your body was sitting upright on a soft mattress.
Your heart was pumping fast, so fast that if you were still alive you surely would've had a stroke. Sweat was covering your entire body which caused you to shiver violently, you didn't know if it was because you were actually cold or because of the panic that was still screaming inside you.
Then there were hands on your body, one big, warm and so familiar feeling hand was located on your shoulder, the other cupped your cheek softly. Your head snapped to the side where a warm body was pressed against you and with wide eyes you looked at your boyfriend.
Your boyfriend.
The fog that had made it hard to see your surroundings disappeared and all of a sudden your mind was clear again, silent, but clear.
Adam was holding you, your head was resting against his chest and the tip of his feathers gently caressed your arm, his heartbeat was normal, calm even and it helped you to calm down as well. Your eyes that had been wide open only seconds ago were falling shut and you leaned into the warmth the brunette offered you. “There you are, babes,” he mumbled with his face buried in your hair, visibly relieved about that fact. “Thought you were dying,” you knew just as much as him that you wouldn't die that easily but it gave you some kind of fuzzy feeling to think that, to pretend that you could've died, to pretend that you were still human. Just for the moment.
“No I-” you interrupted yourself. You wanted to explain to him what had happened, that you hadn't been dying. But the words never left your lips, instead you simply shook your head and repeated, “No.” Adam placed a kiss on your head, “Good.”
That was a thing about Adam that you adored, well one of the many things. He never pressured you to talk, he always gave you time and space if needed, even if it was hard for the both of you to understand and handle. So you silently cuddled up against him, your arms were wrapped around his hips and your face was buried in his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. Oh his heartbeat, one of the few things in heaven that were able to calm you down in an instant. His calm breathing helped you too and you breathed with him in order to calm your body down.
“Sorry for waking you,” you mumbled against his skin, pressing your face even closer to his chest in embarrassment. “Shut up, babes,” he simply said. You knew he meant ‘It doesn't matter as long as you're safe and well’ and ‘I love you, stop apologizing for such nonsense’. So you did. You did shut up and continued to listen to his body, in the distance you heard a couple of birds singing but that was quickly tuned out by Adam who was humming something - probably one of the countless songs he and his band had written. But you enjoyed it, enjoyed him humming to you, him giving you the comfort you needed without questioning it.
Soon he slowly laid back down, pulling you down with him. Your head was still resting on his chest - your entire body was laying on top of him. “Try to catch some sleep babes, whatever fucked up demon was haunting you, I'll fight that bastard off for you if he tries again.” You chuckled softly at that but gave a quiet hum in agreement. You felt how his wings came up to wrap around your body to underline his words, he'd protect you.
He always did.
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A Very, Very Good Boy {NSFW} (One-shot)
This was meant to be a kinktober prompt, but for unfortunate reasons I won't be able to finish the event. So, I decided to post the few prompts I was able to write.
This is the first +18 fanfic I've wrote since high school (the irony), so I hope this is not too cringe. Also, English is not my first language, so there might be grammar mistakes here and there.
Please, pay attention to the content warnings.
Content Warning: mention of self-harm, praise kink, bondage, collaring, femdom, dacryphilia.
When Licht woke up that morning, how that cloudy day would end was the last of his worries and thoughts. He did not care for that throughout the whole day. Not when he trained the new recruits, not while having lunch with his brothers, and not even when he joined Emma for a walk in the rose garden.
Sure, the heated glances that she sent his way while he went on about his day or the subtle way she licked her lips while averting her gaze should have been enough for him to guess that something was on, but he had been too occupied thinking how pretty and cute she looked during their outing to have any dirty thoughts.
Now, lying on his back, while Emma had her way with him, he kind of regretted not having caught her signals earlier.
His head was supported by the fluffy pillows of her bed, while his long and strong arms were tied to the bedpost, giving her full access to his pale body. Around his neck, the damn collar Nokto had gifted him a few days ago, which was attached to a lace that Emma would pull from time to time.
Any other normal day, he would have recoiled at the suggestion of being put into such a vulnerable position. Arms up his head, body completely naked and exposed, his old scars free for anyone’s eyes, or worse, hers.
Only when they started being intimate with one another that Licht finally regretted the way he treated his own body in the past. The way her eyes would stare a bit too long at his wrists, her delicate fingers tracing the repulsive lines that covered his thighs…it made him want to crawl from the bed and hide himself from the world.
But Emma, sweet and understanding Emma, picked on his feelings right from the start, reassuring him and showering with love. Even if he could not feel completely reassured and confident, it felt nice to hear her sweet words and to feel her warm tongue traveling his body. Sometimes, a bit too nice.
And of course she had noticed that, being the intelligent woman she was.
A harsh pull of the lace clouded his thoughts, a moan leaving his flush lips.
He opened his eyes, meeting her disappointed ones. Whimpering, Licht averted his gaze, unable to gaze too long at her.
“Don’t tell me you’re daydreaming right now,” Emma complained, a roll of her hips robbing another low moan from Licht’s throat. She clicked her tongue, caressing his lower belly with her other hand, repressing a chuckle when witnessing his body tremble. “And to think that you wouldn’t think about me even when I am riding your cock…You’re cruel, Licht, too cruel.”
Licht shook his head, tears forming at the corner of his red eyes.
“No, that’s not –
“No, no,” She interrupted, sitting still on top of him, her warm pussy disconnecting from his lower body at the same time a cry left his lips. “Clearly there’s a problem with how I am treating you tonight. I should have noticed sooner.”
He wanted to deny it. To claw his face off. To hug her so hard that they would literally become one and he would not need to face her ever again.
But these thoughts soon disappeared, a soft hand caressing his cheek and Emma’s warm lips touching his own in a gentle kiss that became more and more intense by the second. When a whimper left his throat, Emma recoiled slightly, only to return and assault the inside of his mouth with her tongue, robbing her lover’s breath. He trashed, pushed against her with his chest, but the woman didn’t budge, taking her sweet time to taste his mouth again and again.
Only when she decided it was enough that he was able to breathe again, tears running freely down his cheeks. Licht reluctantly gazed at her, blushing harder at the sight that met his eyes, feeling his cock getting harder.
Emma, beautiful and gentle Emma, smiling down at him, a pleased smile and a deep red blush decorating her gorgeous face. Her disheveled hair traveling down her body, barely hiding the magnificent breasts that were at full display.
“Do you even know how you look right now, my love?” She asked, tenderly caressing the area close to his ear.
Licht blinked, trying to maintain his composure, or at least pretend.
Emma chuckled, moving her hand down his chin, then his neck, then his chest, where she delicately touched one of his nipples, smiling widely at the lewd sound that left Licht’s lips.
“You look so hot right now,” she moaned, lowering her face to his chest, where she planted a wet kiss on his other nipple. He whined, blushing so hard that he was sure all his blood was concentrated on that area. “So hot, and so beautiful too. Aah, I love the way you blush when it becomes too much, and the sound of your moans when I touch you here,” Emma pulled on his nipple to prove her point, caressing the tender skin when he threw his head back, a pleased expression on his beautiful face.
“D-don’t do it–
“Why? You like it, don’t you? My good, good boy.”
“Nnngghh”
Licht turned his head to the side, his mind clouded by the pleasure. Taking advantage, Emma sucked hard on his neck, a red blossom forming on the pale skin, a mark that anyone could see without problem.
A mark that Licht would be proud to display.
He didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or pleased at the loving act, pulling hard at his restraints when he felt her soft and warm hands circling around his cock, moving up and down at a torturing slow pace.
Licht met her eyes, rutting shamelessly against her hand, gazing at her as if she was a goddess, his goddess.
Emma laughed softly, kissing his jaw lovingly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you tonight, and forever. My good boy.”
Soon, the room was filled with his wanton moans, his body shaking and trashing back and forth while Emma carefully caressed his body, coaching him to climax again and again. Whenever he shook his head, tears running down his face, begging her to stop, to give him a break, she would only smile and touch him again, encouraging him to continue.
“Hmm? Of course you can come one more time, Licht,” she would moan, sucking wetly on his cock head, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Just one more time, ok?”
“You…hnng…y-you said it last time already!”
“But this is the last time, I swear.”
“Noooo–
Licht knew it was merely a lie to keep him down, to make him obedient. Emma had no intention to stop right from the beginning.
But that’s alright.
Licht could take it, he could do anything for his Emma.
After all, he was a very, very good boy.
#ikemen prince#ikemen series#ikepri#licht klein#ikemen prince licht klein#ikepri licht klein#ikepri emma#my writing#fanfiction
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Honestly, I'm falling in love with your characterization of Frostfur. Big battle scarred woman who loves her son-in-law and babies, outspoken advocate for Firestar, secret bastard of a medicine cat. She's so interesting and babygirl and I hope she gets a lil page about her like you have with Heartstar and Acorn Swoop~!
I'll end up giving her a summary later on, but I've been doing some sketches to get a better 'feeling' for her. Especially since her kittens are going to all become big players going forward, I want to make sure you can see a bit of her in the four of them;
[ID: Several iterations on BB!Frostfur. The one in the center is the oldest, with long belly fur and a long snout, labelled "Too long, too much muzzle, and too angy." In the top left corner, she is painting makeup onto Cloudtail, saying "I think red brings out the color of our eyes." Below that she is looking over her shoulder at you. Next is a headshot where her ear is cut off, and she starts to display the 'lip scar.' Then there's a guide to her various scars. Above that she is making bloodcones out of snow.]
SO enjoy this little babble on various free-form thoughts I'm having about her character;
I have enough snarky, assertive types in ThunderClan. I need someone who's more sweet and gentle to balance things out.
I ALSO noticed that Whitestorm and Cloudtail are large, fluffy, pure white cats. So I decided Frostfur works better as being short-furred.
The first sketch was based on her secret biofather Featherwhisker. I decided I don't want it to be so obvious, so the similarities became more subtle as time went on.
For example the shape of her head, and just a few droopy tufts.
There should be one scar that defines her above all others, so I decided that there's a slice from nose to chest, which nicked her lip open.
Her tooth is always poking out a little bit
Always looks 'friendly,' so I tried to channel a kitty cat who wants to play. Little muzzle, whiskers usually visible, big eyes
But don't let that fool you, she's a fantastic warrior, covered in scars to prove her mettle.
She's gone up against foxes, badgers, rogues, and has defended Sunningrocks many times. Bluestar trained her well, and no one can deny this.
I'm not sure when she's going to die, but in any case, she's not being "left behind" in TNP because she's too old and weak to travel. What the fuck was that, like sincerely
"Bye mom thanks for not slowing us down have fun starving to death" ??????
She either ends up in the Elder's Den for a while with Goldenflower, or dying in the WindClan Civil War
as a side note, she is not becoming deputy. I'm satisfied with the entire Firestar deputy plotline from Whitestorm to Longtail to Graystripe to Brambleclaw to Brackenfur. That's no longer open to shuffles, I cannot fit more into that drama.
However, she is totally eligible for a different high-ranking position! Cooking and Construction are still open. Cooking is kind of barren right now, actually, and it may be cute for her to train her daughter-in-law Sorreltail.
She also has at least two apprentices now. The first is either Runningwind or Mousefur (since Blue doesn't need an apprentice while she's leader and Redtail won't be mentoring his future mate's sister), and the second is Elderberry to ease her out of the nursery.
If neither Mouse and Run end up being her apprentices, then Tulipflight or Chestnutface might be. But she will be having 2 apprentices.
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Book Club - Kakashi Hatake
Bonus Chapter - Men Are From Mars
Genma is a menace to society, Kurenai is your guardian angel, and you're going to have a hangover.
word count 1.6k (9.2k words total)
cw: alcohol use
read it on ao3 here
The next week is mostly uneventful, until Saturday. On Tuesday, it's Haruki's birthday, so you treat your team to tayaki on the way home from training; afterwards, they all beg you for ice cream, even Toshiko (who never expresses much enthusiasm for anything). An evil spirit on a higher salary than you must possess your body, because you say yes, and then you're sure to send them home to their mothers just before the sugar rush hits them.
On Friday evening, a chance encounter with Genma ends up with both of you drunk in a bar. He's incorrigible as he drags you down the street, ignoring your half-hearted protests. "Come on, (name)-chan!", he insists, shoving you through the door. He's always called you that, even after you punched him in the Academy for it. "Don't make me drink alone - that would just be pathetic."
"Here's an idea, Genma - stop pushing, you've got me in the damn building already! - you could just not drink?"
He looks positively scandalised. "On a Friday?" Kami, he's annoying, but at least he pulls out the bar stool for you once he releases his iron grip on your shoulders.
"You know that only works for jobs where you get the weekend off, right?", you insist, one last attempt to get home at a reasonable hour. He's already ordering two bottles of sake. Oh, well. If you can't fight it then you may as well accept it.
Genma has a way with getting people drunk, and within the hour you're both leaning heavily against the bar top - he's flushed red, as he always does.. You nudge him on the arm. "You look boiling. Why not take your jacket off?". You've already done so: yours was covered in dust from today's training anyway, not exactly Friday night attire. At least the long-sleeve beneath is somewhat clean.
He winks at you. "You're a woman. You know how the ladies love a man in uniform."
"Are you blind-?!", you blurt a little louder than intended, spinning on your stool to gesture out at the room, "-it's a bar on the shinobi side of town - half the guys here are wearing the exact same jacket!"
"Which means I've already got an advantage over the other half.", Genma quips, and you glare at him.
"Don't tell me you're going to ditch me to go flirt."
He pats you on the arm. "I wouldn't dream of it. I actually went out last night so I already got-" you intensify your glare and raise a cautionary finger, "...Well, you know. But, hey, that doesn't mean we can't find some romance for you, (name)-chan. That guy over there's been looking at you for twenty minutes."
Genma's voice is sickly sweet, dripping with honeyed glee. You follow his gaze over to the man and barely conceal a shiver. He was a couple of years above you at the Academy, if you remember correctly, and yet he only passed the chuunin exams last year. "Oh, please, no - you're going to have to kiss me to scare him off."
"No offence, but I wouldn't go there.", Genma replies, then sips his sake as if he hasn't just horribly insulted you. It's silly how the comment makes your pride flare - Kami knows you'd never go there either - but you can't help it, especially after alcohol. A reminder seems in order.
"You begged me to be your girlfriend when we were nine, Genma-kun."
He laughs loudly, throwing an arm around your shoulder just long enough to deter the older man. "And I never forgot how you turned me down! Good thing I'm so dashingly handsome, or my ego might never have recovered."
You scoff, half-joking. "Your ego is fine, trust me."
"And yours is fragile tonight.", he responds, gently shrugging his shoulder into you. You instantly shoot him an apologetic look, albeit a little confused - you two have always bantered, but now he sounds uncharacteristically serious. Have you upset him? "...For the record, I totally think you're hot."
You try to smack him on the arm, miss, and hit the edge of the bar instead. Genma bursts into raucous laughter again, so genuine you can't help but join in. "Please don't ever say that again.", you grin, cradling your sore palm.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to upset Hatake."
The smile drops off your face, and his widens even further. "No! Don't tell me you know too!". Genma has a reputation for playing matchmaker for his own entertainment, even when neither party is particularly enthused by the idea. You briefly envision him trapping you and Kakashi in a broom cupboard together, or telling Kakashi with all the good intentions in the world how much you like him.
You pluck the senbon from his mouth and wave it threateningly. It takes him a second to register the absence. "Promise me you won't say anything to Kakashi. You know he's more skittish than a deer with things like this.", you insist. Genma swallows, still smirking. "I swear I'll stick this senbon right in your-"
"Alright!", he laughs. "But I do think you guys need to get over yourselves and just confess."
"I agree, Genma."
Oh, brilliant, it's Asuma.
He emerges from the growing crowd, sliding in next to Genma and looking at you sternly. "It's been weeks already since you figured out his feelings. I know you planned to goad him into confessing first, but clearly that isn't working."
Genma slaps an enthusiastic palm onto his knee. "He's right, (name)-chan! I mentioned your name to Hatake on Monday and he choked on air. It isn't right for a grown man to act like that."
"Neither of you get it!", you reply indignantly, and wonder for a moment why you agreed to go drinking with a man who has never had a relationship last longer than a month. "If I just come right out with it so soon - oh, forget it, I need to talk to a woman about this. Asuma, where's Kurenai?"
Asuma, to his credit, barely flinches. "Kurenai? I don't-"
"Don't even try it, I know you're meeting her here-"
Kurenai appears through the door promptly. Genma high fives you without even looking. The best thing about having shinobi friends is that they hear you call them even in a crowded bar; Kurenai swans over with the elegance of a woman who hasn't started drinking yet, squeezes Asuma's forearm by way of greeting, and chuckles at you and Genma.
"Started early, did you two?" You didn't think you looked that bad. But, when you give Genma a good look, you notice that his bandana is lopsided and his drink is dangerously close to tipping out the glass.
"That's my fault, I admit it." Genma admits gleefully, never one for shame.
"Kurenai, help me-", you beg, seizing her hands. Her warm eyes crease with concern. "These stupid, stupid boys don't understand why I can't 'just tell' Kakashi I have feelings for him, rather than playing the long game."
She furrows her eyebrows, giving the boys a good long stare. "How much have you had to drink? It's Kakashi. He'd go back to ANBU before he talks about his emotions." Although Genma scoffs and rolls his eyes, you don't fail to notice how Asuma hums noncommittally when Kurenai looks at him. Fucking traitor.
"Sure, he's ridiculous, but guys just don't respond well to that weird cat-and-mouse thing you've got going.", Genma reasons. You'd take that a lot more seriously if it was anyone other than him saying it.
Kurenai takes the drink that Asuma has ordered for her with a smile. "Say what you will, but I used that same strategy on Asuma here."
Asuma blinks. "...What are you talking about? We had a mature discussion."
"We did-", she nods, sipping her drink and watching him flounder. "After flirting for two months. You would never have confessed so readily if I hadn't laid the groundwork first." Asuma blinks again, then turns back to the bar and asks for something stronger.
"I love you.", you almost sob, dragging her into a hug. Women, Genma mutters as he turns to Asuma; you both ignore him in favour of catching up instead. It's nice to see Kurenai and even nicer to have some girl talk after an hour of Genma, but you're reluctant to keep her for too long when she's with Asuma, so you discreetly point out an empty booth on the far side of the bar after a few moments. Just as they're leaving you, she looks back over her shoulder, and you mouth tell me everything next time.
"Ah, (name), I almost forgot to mention.", Asuma calls. You and Genma both sway dangerously as you spin back around. "Kakashi wanted you to know he's expected back in the village tomorrow." All of a sudden you're filled with the urge to chase after him and grab him and shake him, and shout whatexactlydidhesaytellmetellmetellme- but that's ridiculous, and they're already gone into the crowd, and Asuma wouldn't entertain your Sakura Haruno-like-behaviour anyway.
Genma wolf-whistles, and hands you another drink. You hesitate - you can't handle your alcohol like you used to, and you're not sure if you're keen on Kakashi seeing you hungover. That won't have him in any hurry to confess. Then you remember that you'll probably see - or at least hear - Naruto tomorrow too, and that settles the matter. You drink deeply.
"So, how about you forget to wear a bra tomorrow? If that doesn't push him over the edge, I don't know what will."
#naruto#kakashi x reader#kakashi hatake#kakashi#Naruto x reader#genma shiranui#genma#kurenai yuhi#asuma sarutobi#book club
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Honestly, the thing that is kind of funny about this whole situation is that my fiance (who has been on disability leave due to previously mostly repressed C-PTSD stuff coming up and hitting him like a truck) is lately realizing he is largely really set off with "leaving the nest" and is really dealing with that "I fuck everything up" line of trauma centered thought - and so a lot of the time, he really needs a break from responsibility and making decisions and being organized and on top of things
That on its own is NOT funny, but a large aspect of our latest blip in mental health is that we are really really sensitive to being in situations where we are expected to follow, lead, and be guided and being in that subordinate position can just be really anxiety inducing - which has been the case at work for me which is why Lin's mostly covered for me the past two days at work.
And that ALSO on its own is not that funny
But the timing of it results in him needing / wanting a lot of care and to throw all the decision making out the window and let someone else take care of it so he can relax and decompress and me needing a place of control and decision making and independent responsibility to remind myself and reaffirm that I am safe.
And so we are both like "we don't make this a norm, but because we are both not doing well and we both need a break, lets make this a win win even more than usual"
Essentially, he is freaking out going "I am forced to be more independent than I am ready for" and I am going "I am forced to be more dependent than I can cope with" and us just like "..... trade?"
And it's really relieving honestly.
A bit of a vent below the cut that is semi-related
But man I have been Going Through it. Still not sure if it is "me" - but I'm pretty sure its me + a fragment of some sort doing what we colloquially call "hijacking" and its not uncommon for EP fragments to do that.
But honestly dependency scares the ever living fuck out of me and I've realized that even though being in a subordinate role does not make me "dependent" it doesn't register as much different and it just convinces my emotional brain and mind that I am absolutely not safe.
And it's really frustrating honestly, because - with most of our other triggers - when we are triggered, typically the best thing would be to rely on our support network to help us take it easy. But when it comes to this, doing that would often exacerbate it.
I'm honestly lucky that my fiance is honestly the only one of the few irl people who can give me really any care without me immediately building a wall around me so thats been working in my favor and has been immensely helpful in letting us down regulate some.
Also I just realized that I am super tired and keep loosing my train of thought so Ill stop rambling
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Word find tag (soon, later, wait, when, and now)
I was tagged by @thegreatobsesso. Thank you! <3
Tagging: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @winterandwords, @nanashi23
Your words: quick, thrill, threat, laugh, heal
I've been challenged to find positive quotes after my last very angsty word find. They were slightly difficult to find, but turns out I *do* have a few :D
These will be from Shattered Soul. It got a bit long (bc they're cute scenes damnit 🥺💜), so I'm slapping on a readmore.
wip intro
Soon
[Darian] He fixed up a plate and dug in; he hadn't realized how hungry he was. To his relief, Alaia began eating again as well, although she stopped sooner than he would've liked.
She gave him a strange look right as he took a large bite from a meatpie. "I'm really not a prisoner here, am I? Kiala offered me training. You're sitting here eating with me, not even asking any questions. Nobody locks the door. If I could walk more than two steps at a time, could I leave?"
The meatpie stuck in his throat at that, and he reached for some water to wash it down. "Do you want to leave?" he asked carefully.
Please, don't want to leave.
"Leave the room," she clarified, and he began to breathe again, nonchalantly taking another sip of water to cover his relief.
Later
[Alaia] She picked up the clear glass, which showcased a rainbow of colored liquid within. It smelled sweet, slightly fruity, but had the distinctive aroma of alcohol. Tentatively, she took a tiny sip, mindful of the coffee she had tried this morning. But she was relieved to find this tasted wonderful, like a medley of different fruits bursting upon her tongue. A noise of appreciation escaped as she looked at the drink with more interest.
Nuzzling her temple, Darian asked, "Better than the coffee?"
A pleasant warmth spread in her chest as she took a larger drink. "Oh yes, there's no comparison."
Darian chuckled.
Jesam pressed close to her other side, reaching over to grab some bread and cheese. Aleix teased him, jerking the basket away, and she reached out to intervene as they started fighting for it. Cambria gave her a conspiratorial grin, and they both reached for the basket, claiming the last couple pieces of bread, cramming them into their mouths as all the males complained.
A couple of drinks later, Alaia felt ready to float free from her body. Whatever this alcohol was, it wasn't human alcohol. It made her feel light and airy. But also warm and fuzzy, so maybe it was normal alcohol. She didn't know anymore, and didn't care.
Wait & When
Before he could mention adding milk or sugar, she lifted her cup and took a cautious sip. Darian winced, anticipating her reaction. Sure enough, her eyes watered as her face screwed up in disgust at the bitterness.
"Oh gods," she gasped. "You people drink this willingly? What is wrong with you?"
Darian burst out laughing, even while he mindspoke their server.
Alaia gave him a dirty look, pushing the cup away. "It's not funny—"
"I'm so sorry," Tay said, interrupting Alaia before she could give Darian the tongue-lashing he likely deserved. "Here, let me help you. Most of us prefer at least a little cream and sugar to soften the bitterness. Or I could bring you tea, if you'd rather not try again." They wrung their hands while they waited for Alaia's response.
"Oh no, it's not your fault," Alaia assured them. She shot another glare at Darian and reached for the small container of cream the server had brought. "How much should I add?
Darian was convinced there was more cream and sugar than coffee in Alaia's cup when she finished. By that time, their food had been delivered. Alaia looked at her plate of fluffy sweet bread topped with fresh fruit with something that actually resembled interest. She picked up her fork, then pointed it at Darian.
"Tell me, is there anything I need to add to this to make it not taste like burned charcoal steeped in hot water?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to stab me with that fork?"
"Only if you lie to me." She scowled, but there was a thread of amusement dancing between them, and Darian smiled.
Now
She rolled her eyes, turning to point her fork at Kiral. "Speak."
Kiral burst out laughing. "Bossy much, kaireda mia?"
"I'm not above stabbing you with this fork and making you squirm before I heal you," Alaia threatened, waving said fork around. "And what in the Mother's name did you just call me? At least your brother translates his sappy terms of endearment."
"I think you like my sappy terms of endearment, mi'alla," Darian said, squeezing her hip.
"Kaireda mia means dear sister," Kiral managed to choke out between bouts of laughter. "Now we've moved on to physical threats?"
Alaia lowered her fork, suddenly remembering the king and queen were at the table. She eyed them a little nervously, considering she'd just threatened to stab the crown prince.
Mariana caught her look, and smiled. "We don't hold titles in this room, kaireda. Besides, I'm sure Darian is thrilled to learn his mate is just as bloodthirsty as he is."
Elian chuckled. "Yes, Darian is pretty quick to draw his dagger. Kiral probably appreciates only being threatened with a fork."
"I do!" Kiral said, gasping for breath. "I appreciate it about as much as the offer to heal me after. Means I don't have to trail blood everywhere while I drag myself to the Hall of Healing."
#hmm two scenes involving a fork#lol#did i win elli? do i get a cookie?#🥺🥺 (hopeful)#starlit plays tag games#word find tag#shattered soul
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For the ship meme, who worries the most and who wakes up first? For kidge ❤️💚
Thank you! I am looking forward to getting into these!
Who worries the most?
This is a toughy, because they worry for different reasons. They're both pretty practical in accepting that their lives involve danger. After any fraught encounter they find comfort in one another, revelling in the fact their hearts still beat, they still had one another, and sometimes the only way they can get rid of their adrenaline is some seriously wild, frantic sex.
But! Pidge worries that Keith will go back to his self-sacrificing ways, even though he has promised her many times that he will value his own life more, and especially their life together. They have plans for the future and that won't work with one of them dead! She may have told him exactly that after one too-close encounter which made him realise he didn't just have himself to think of any more. If what he did hurt her, even indirectly, he would never forgive himself.
In turn, Keith worries someone will target Pidge again. She was far from a weak link but not only he, but the whole team, was protective of her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel less than the rest of them, but it was something he always kept in the back of his mind. She was a capable fighter, smarter than anyone else he knew or likely ever would, but that didn't mean others might take advantage of that. This is why, he tells himself even though it's entirely because he's smitten with her, he stays near her after the incident with Ezor & co. He looms over anyone who might want to take advantage of her, he glares at them from behind her, beside her, letting them know they are already standing on thin ice just being in close proximity of her (he's not jealous, why would he jealous?)
However, Keith thought he had his worry under control until they had been together for a good few years and she handed him a positive pregnancy test. Boy, did he find new things to worry about really fast!
Who wakes up first?
Keith. It's Keith. Pidge is always getting tied up in her work and loses track of time. Keith has tried to get her into a better routine since they began sharing a room, but trying to get her to wind down when her mind wasn't completely exhausted just didn't work. So he let her do what she had to do but made sure she was in bed when she finally succumbed, rather than slumped over her desk or half hanging out of her chair. He tried to make sure he himself kept a good routine, and he needed less sleep than most of the team, and was always up by six at the latest to go and train for at least half an hour, time permitting. He often had quite a few of his tasks behind him before returning to their room to wake Pidge, and that was something else he had learnt. How to wake up a permanently exhausted pigeon.
He had tried gently shaking her, calling her name, threatening her with tickles, until he finally settled on a successful method. He would crawl back onto the bed with her and snuggle up close before speaking to her softly about how it was time to get up, placing small kisses on any skin he could see, normally her forehead, cheek, or nose, very rarely a hand. She in turn will burrow towards him, making a disappointed noise when she realises he's on top of the covers and can't get any closer. She will poke her face out with a pout, eyes squinting even though he didn't turn on the lights. Then he kisses her soundly until she gives a satisfied hum and is finally awake enough to carry out a conversation. She asks how his morning has been while he strokes his fingers through her mussed hair, and other than on rare days when they both stay in bed late together and have lazy, slow morning sex, it's her favourite way to wake up.
I hope this is okay and not too broken up, I've written in through bouts of blinding pain so if it doesn't make sense, that's why!
Ship Meme asky thing!
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Hello! Love your writing! Could i please request some smut (or regular if you are not comfortable) headcannons with Zed and his lover which is most probably also in the order? Thank you so much!
Synopsis :
Zed nsfw headcanon
Type :
Headcanon
Warning :
Nsfw obviously so most subjects touching nsfw are mentionned even if I didn't covered everything
A/N :
It's been a few days in a row I've been active and catching up everything, so don't worry I'm writing the request in order I get them, and prioritizing league request since I'm more into league lore right now!
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We won't go straight nsfw I'm going to give some context before for how old I think zed is (it's imoortant for some point)
So I believed he left the kinkou when he was between 14 and 16 years old
And killed kusho in his early 20
That being said akali and kayn were around 9/10 years old at that time
And now they're adult themselves
So at least 10 years have passed and zed is at least 30, just like shen
Now zed being 30 mean he has at least some experiences when it comes to sex, he know what he won't do under any circumstances and what he like to do
However if you ask him to try something new, and if it's not on his no-no list he is willing to give it a try
His no-no list is a bunch of too extreme kink like physically hurting his partner, threatening them and such
He can degrade you if you ask, or tie you up with his shadow, but not that much on the hurting someone side
He became an assassin to save people not the other way around
He also won't like it if you try to hurt him, he believe in firms bondaries, will respect yours and expect you to respect his
However something he would definitely want to try on you his making one of his shadow make love to you while he just watch you squirm
Special training session who end up into an other type of training can and will happen
He has good stamina, you can thank his kinkou training for that, can honestly go for multiple round but usually you won't need it, one round with him last long and don't stop until everyone got his fill
Try to pull his hair once, I dare you, if you do without warning you'll see his eyes roll back and he'll let out such a pretty moan, print this ilage in your head because you won't caught him by surprise twice
Since most of his outfits cover his body quite well you can go wild on scratch, bite and hickey, he like them, but don't make them in place too obvious, the base of his neck and his thighs are his favorite place to receive them
He don't mind receiving oral, he'll guide you through it but is more of a giver than a receiver that mouth know to do way much more than giving order to his acolyte if you know what I mean
Quickies aren't his things, he don't want to rush when the two of you are intimate, he is able to wait and wait a long time for the two of you to be really alone
This lead to me saying that he prefer a bedroom to have sex, wether in a inn or a temple where he currently live, as long as the two of you will be alone for enough time
By the way if you really can't wait, since quickies aren't an option and if there aren't TOO MANY people around he'll make you sit on his thigh, hoping that it would help even a little
Even if the order know the two of you are dating nobody caught the two of you in the act, zed his private about his intilate life and it's not ready to change, you usually don't entertain them either for the sake of your boyfriend
His favorites positions in bed are either missionary or cowgirl, missionary with him on top and cowgirl with you on top, it depend if he feel like a service dom or a nice sub
When he decide to sub, it's with someone he trust deeply to let them have control over him, he don't let much people have it so feel lucky it's also most likely to hapoen when he is very tired
I just know that he doesn't practice angry sex or jealousy sex or anything, he suppress most of his emotions first of all, even his love for you isn't express to it's fullest, and second he is quite mature due to his age, he prefer to talk through it if someone or something bother him that much and then when it's settle down show you his appreciation for putting up with him
I don't know how to finish theses headcanon so I'll just say that he seems to be a great partner when it comes to being intimate, he gives more than he takes (except when he doesn't care about the other person) and is always kin on consent and pleasure to both parties, ready to try most things and listen to his partner wishes
~hope you'll like it~
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Tag Game - OC Edition
Tagged by both @gaeasun and @jekyllnahyena , thank you kindly I am always looking for an excuse to plague people with my brain blorbos.
Favourite OC:
That would be my cantankerous clone medic, Sponge.
It's a little ironic really because Sponge started off as a throwaway character with no real personality, but I have steadily worked on them to the point where they've become fairly beloved to me.
They're a multifaceted character with a lot of personal struggles and traumas to sort through, have a fairly unique story-line compared to my other clones, and on top of all that they wear a grouchy mask to cover up the fact they're scared most of the time.
Plus they have a very loyal and loving pet companion that helps them come out of their shell when they most need it.
Newest OC:
That would be Molly and Fanta (they're a package deal), who are actually Sponge's youngest daughter and one of Beau's puppies.
Molly is actually a product of me pondering about one very specific part of Sponge's story, and how it had impacted them their whole life.
I figured that after tormenting them so much, I should give them the opportunity to have the one thing that had been stolen from them that they wanted more above all else.
The result is a human-clawdite hybrid girl and her pet barghest-charhound cross (who is a product of @lost-on-kamino's shenanigans actually).
Molly is the best of both Sponge and Hugo, and honestly that is one of the biggest rewards I could ever give my grouch of a medic.
Oldest OC:
Uh...Well there is one character that I've actually been working on pulling into the SW fandom. Rogue knows him well.
Doctor Clyde Jr. Cormburskan has seen many iterations over the years, but he's always the same in essence: Fatherly, gluttonous, somewhat insane, a good friend.
Usually he's human but for the SW universe I think he'd fit a Ruurian better.
Meanest OC:
Conch, without a doubt.
He's a mean-spirited, petty, and rather shallow individual.
Ever since Sponge was forcefully pulled out of scuba training and put into the medical program, Conch has made it his mission to bash his youngest batchmate for any given reason. This only got worse when Jelly left to join the 501st with them, and escalated into pure hostility when he died.
Arrogant, self-serving, and honestly uncaring of anyone but himself, Conch is an entitled and unusually cruel clone that has no trouble putting others down just to make himself feel better. He also misgenders Sponge a lot on purpose just to make them squirm in discomfort.
Softest OC:
Lys! He may be somewhat intimidating with all his sharp teeth, claws, horns, and sheer size, but honestly there is no softest person in the galaxy than Lyssandr Teklar.
It's this soft and gentle nature that actually got Olly to not only trust him fairly quickly, but that also got him to feel safe enough around Lys to be openly vulnerable rather than constantly on his guard.
Most Aloof/Stand-offish OC:
Oof, it's a tie between Bully, Kera and Harm.
Each for different reasons too.
Bully was always a bit difficult in behavior because the Trainer he was taught by encouraged active competition and fighting between the cadets. And then having been under Krell's command made his already unstable temper much worse.
Kera felt like she had her future stolen from her because no Jedi Master picked her to be their padawan, which forced her to eventually become a part of the Jedi AgriCorps (a position she considered beneath her talents as a saber duelist). Order 66 turned out to be the big break she needed to actually have some control and power.
And Harm is an HK-Droid with a lot of blood on her hands and a lot more grudges she wishes she could act upon. Being in a band helps turn her violent urges and anger issues into something constructive, but there's no denying that she loves to pick fights for no particular reason other than she's in a bad mood.
Dumbest OC:
Look, I'll be honest Lich isn't really all that dumb. He can learn fairly quickly if the subject matter interests him or has any real value for him to absorb the information. He's just a bit of a himbo most days... A very clumsy trouble-magnet of a himbo...
He has done some PRETTY dumb things tho, like shove a fork into an electric socket out of curiosity of whether or not that was just a silly natborn myth. Not only did he blow a fuse, he also got projected 5 feet in the air and was in medbay for three days.
I suppose his dumbness is more of a lack of impulse control...
Smartest OC:
Zed Kwinde is a very intelligent man, you just don't see it very often because he likes being an insufferable bitch 24/7.
Mae suffers no fools but she suffers a genius with a very twisted sense of humor.
Horniest OC:
Pretty Boy is a bit of a slut, but his brothers love him all the same.
OC I'd Bang:
These are my freaking kids and also pieces of myself, no thank you.
OC I'd be Besties with IRL:
Erin!!!
We'd spend hours talking about food and maybe she'd be able to teach me how to take it easy. I think we could all use an Erin in our lives honestly...
No Pressure Tags: @lost-on-kamino and @milfcutlawquane
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Disclaimer: It should go without saying, but all the views here are my own and do not represent any other person or my institution. We're just having a bit of fun and talking about Linguistics and Academia. Also, cannabis is legal both recreationally and medicinally where I live in New York State. I am also not physically at work nor will I be including identifying information of anyone involved [Please include any and all caveats you can think of here. I checked the university code of conduct and everything.]
Hey, Internet! Welcome to Episode 1 of High Linguistics with Taylor, which is when I... Taylor talk about the linguistics I am doing that day. I've got 3 big things going on professionally at this time. Let's talk about the first one: The Campus Visit. *cue dramatic music*
I have an upcoming campus visit after which I may or may not receive word that I have been hired as a tenure track (TT) faculty member of Linguistics and TESOL at my current institution. I have worked there for the past 5 years but as a Visiting Assistant Professor, which is a temporary year-to-year contract and makes approximately 10-15k fewer dollars a year. I teach 4 classes a semester (often times 2-3 of those classes that semester are instances of the same course: Introduction to Linguistics. The other 1-2 are upper-level electives like Syntactic Structure of English; Articulatory Phonetics; one of our core linguistics courses about phonetics, phonology, morphology, syntax, or semantics; or fieldwork/investigation of an unfamiliar language. I COULD essentially be let go at the end of every August unless they renew my contract. They like me, but also... they could take it away. So a TT position would mean I have job security, more money, support for my research, and maybe even opportunities to write off courses and teach a little less. I even qualify for teaching sabbaticals where I would just write papers and books and focus on achieving promotion/tenure for a semester or even a year.
At this point, I have applied with a portfolio earlier in mid-April. This consisted of a three page cover letter and a diversity statement (which is way less than for other jobs I've applied to). The cover letter addresses my research program, teaching philosophy, status in the field of linguistics, and how I am prepared to teach both linguistics and TESOL classes even though my formal training is in theoretical linguistics only. My diversity statement is a one page summary of how my research and teaching contribute to the overall diversity of the institution but also what I see the role of professional academics is in promoting diversity and inclusion in and out of their classroom.
Then, just last week, I sat for a 45 min Zoom interview. At this point, I was likely in the top 12 applicants. Most institutions will receive approximately 100 applicants for a tenure track position. Typically these applications open in the fall, however. In fact, most of those tenure lines are decided by this time in the year. So ours is late in the cycle. I honestly hope that gives me a better chances because there may be fewer applicants overall. Or... I've hurt myself? I don't know.
The campus visit is taking place May 30-June 1. This is the final round interview for the TT position. There are likely 2-3 candidates. I don't know. They legally probably cannot even tell me. Even though I've been there 5 years, the search has to legally be a national open search. So I could have worked there for 5 years, apply for this, interview, and STILL not get it. 🙃 At this point, this means I am hireable, but they need to decide who is the best fit for the department and university as a whole.
I have not received the official agenda/schedule yet, but on the evening of Wednesday May 30th, I will likely have dinner with the faculty search members. There are four on the committee. I met them on Zoom, and I know two of them VERY well because I have worked closely with them for the 5 years. Then on the 1st, I will have individual interviews/meetings with interested faculty, the dean, and maybe a provost. I'll have lunch with people who are interested. Then I'll give a job talk in the afternoon. This covers my research program and is geared towards an audience of Education/Curriculum & Instruction Department people (the tenure home for the position). Does everyone know what a tenure line is? Maybe that should be in another post.
Anyway, I need to do several things to prepare over the next 11 days including today. This is just a bit of what I need to do:
I need to draft and practice that job talk. I'll need to talk through the process and what I include in that.
I need to purchase a professional suit. I haven't needed one since early 2020 pre-pandemic, so I definitely don't fit anything old. I need to feel like a hundred bucks. I need it to give "bow down bitches." I need to feel pumped up and ready to take on the world.
I want to experiment with new makeup stuff, so that means I need to stop at Sephora.
I need new shoes that are both professional and comfortable that match the new suit.
And I need to prepare some questions/things to mention to have with me for all those individual interviews.
Okay, I need to go because we are ordering Chipotle for "lunch." I eat breakfast at like 10 or whenever I get up, we eat together at like 3/4, watch TV until 5/6, and then play a video game, putz around, or whatever want after that. Summer break routine is GREAT! I will be doing my prep between having a GREAT TIME! I don't want to burn myself out on the way to needing to be at top form.
#professional academic#high linguistics#linguistics#ask me anything#I will answer#uhhhhhhh have a good afternoon
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Ok.
Looks like I'm in big trouble.
Being out of work for Covid hit me harder than I'd thought.
Work only paid me for the five days I was out to isolate. Not the extra 5 days I had to stay out due to still testing positive for the antigen test. I had to be out for a total of 14 days before I tested negative. Work wouldn't let me back until they got that negative test.
Considering I'm a server in a small hole-in-the-wall restaurant and I'm nose to nose with people, that's the requirement.
I've been very careful working in a restaurant to keep myself, my coworkers, and my customers safe. It took until June 14th for me to test positive for Covid for the first time.
Every single day since this began has been a major stress game of Russian Roulette with every person what walked through that door.
And then they scheduled me for only 3 days.
They only scheduled me for two days this upcoming week.
I've already begged them to give me more time. My manager said, "I'll try" which we all know means "Likely not" in restaurant business lingo.
My rent is due on the 15th in 3 days. I rent a room out of someone's apartment, and my rent is $1200/mo.
The person I rent from is out of touch with the world, and will likely try to evict me.
I have $388 in my bank account as of this moment in time.
There is no way in hell I can make $900 to cover rent, and give myself enough to put gas in the car and buy food until my next paycheck.
I'm also on Indeed and Glassdoor searching for a new or second job, because what they're doing to me is just stupid.
I was on the edge, but supporting myself just fine before I got Covid. :(
And my birthday is next Sunday.
SO.......
I'm pimping out my voice.
If you have a short story you would like to have narrated, an article, a kids book, a romance story, a short fan fiction, - whatever it is (just not porn) - let me know.
I have a professional setup at home, since I narrate audiobooks for Audible. The approval standards for ACX are high, so you can be guaranteed quality sound.
I have formal voice training in both singing and voice acting with industry renowned coaches like Julie Klewer, and Tony Oliver (Bang! Zoom! Ent. post production. usually deals with anime, but also other things.) I've done walla work for them before.
I have an acting background. I'm a trained actor and improvisational artist, and have been told I have a nice voice.
I will narrate your short story or poem or fan fiction, ect, engineer it, and deliver it in a WAV format or an MP3 format through Dropbox for large files.
I can add some music (I pay for an Epidemic Sound subscription to use their music on YT, but if you want to post that music on your channel, you'd need to get one.). But for your own use, go nuts. :)
My ACX profile has me at $100 - $200 per hour of finished audio (what you would hear in an audiobook.) So far I've only had royalty share gigs.
So, here's what I'm thinking - because narrating and engineering the audio takes time....
Poems: $15/each
Short stories up to 1000 words: $25
Short stories up to 5000 words: $50.
Added background music: $5 extra per track.
Here's a sample of what I sound like for the last audiobook I narrated and engineered:
And this is from a Star Wars Podcast I did where I am both the translator droid T4-ZO, and the background singer at Jabba's Palace. They gave me a Huttese dictionary and a backing track and told me to go nuts. The lyrics actually mean something. They translate to an actual song with verses and a chorus. I literally riffed the melody off the top of my head for a good 5 minutes. They used what they liked.
If you can help, please, please send me an ask. Anons work, too.
If you can't, don't worry. It's ok. :) You can share this.
Thank you, guys.
You know I never ask for this. I can usually take care of myself. This is just a really, really, dire situation. :(
If you'd like, here's my paypal.
Thank you so much. ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍
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Just need to vent
Why does this feel familiar?
4am, stress writing while I'm having a drink.
Anyways. I'm gonna span some weird fucking topics here and I'm gonna bounce around, so buckle up. (and also fuck off with my paragraph structures, I finished my English req's and I have no cares right now)
Life is strange. 5 years ago I was starting to get my shit together truly for the first time. It turned out I could be a full time working member of society. And then Covid hit, and then I moved for the love of my life, and then I kind of just enjoyed being in a real relationship so much I kind of stopped doing the rest of life. But that caught up with me (as it should have).
And here I am. I just got hired for a new job that I think I could be really good at. But I'm terrified of it. First and foremost, it's a management position that requires 5-10 hours a week of overtime on top of a full time job. That means some days I'll only see my spouse for about an hour because of our work schedules. Secondly, the pay. This job pays SIGNIFCANTLY more than I've ever made in my life. I'm talking get out of debt money (which there is a scary amount of, but we'll get to that). I'm talking able to afford a mortgage payment instead of rent payment amount (though mostly because my spouse inherited a bunch of money that's going to cover our down payment).
Let's talk about my debt first. I'm not going to list numbers, but it's fucking stupid. I fucked up once this bad before, and my dad and spouse gave me money to pay it off. It's just as bad as that time, and the truth is, if my spouse knew how bad it was, they'd genuinely consider divorcing me, and justifiably so. But with this new job, if I can do it, I can make money quickly enough that I might be able to get out of this mess without my partner needing to find out.
But therein lies the problem (and another major lie I've told to my spouse that if they found out would give them genuine grounds to divorce me). I've been hired at at least 6 different places in the last year and a half. I've been so fucked up in the head (depressed/anxious/hundreds of other things) that I've not lasted more than 2 days at any place (if I even showed up in the first place). My spouse knows none of that. I'm a really good fucking liar, and I hate myself so much for it.
So I have to make this job work, and I know I do. But this is also the first job I've gotten hired for that I know I'm ready for. Every job I've previously been hired for I felt overqualified for (even if I wasn't). The fact is, I'm so fucking full of myself that every time I got hired for something that I felt would be a step backwards (even if I was lying to myself about it) I'd give up.
And so now I've been hired for a job I'm not qualified for. This would be the equivalent of the job I was just starting to train for at my last full time job... The one I started 5 years ago. The company also has no idea about my tattoos and sometimes dyed hair. But how would they, I'm actually getting old. I got hired because I bonded with my soon to be boss over my previous job working at Blockbuster.
But let's hypothetically pretend the job thing works. I can bury myself in my job. The first issue is things already aren't great between me and my spouse. Now, me making decent money is going to help big time. But a major issue has been my partner's lack of interest in me sexually. We used to have fun, explore, go back and forth. Now? Well, it's every couple of months, me taking the lead completely, one of us finishing, and then thanks and see you in a couple of months. I've given up trying to initiate because it doesn't feel like they really want to have sex with me.
I truthfully have two worries. First, I tried to push them into some weird stuff too quickly. I had one partner who opened me up to being comfortable ion my sexuality. While I wasn't truly able to open up to them, when I met my current partner, I knew I could open up. Even if it meant rejection, it wasn't going to be a bad thing. I am worried I opened up too quickly, scaring them.
My second worry is the poly aspect. My spouse was poly until we got together basically. Their primary partner when we first got together was actually an abusive piece of shit, so that didn't last. On top of that, early in the relationship I was so scared of the idea of it I think I convinced them to stop it so they didn't lose me. And I'm worried that by doing that they're now missing out on a part of themself that I first fell in love with.
The stranger thing about that is that the longer we've been together, the more I'm understanding the polyamory lifestyle. And I'm not saying I want a girlfriend or a boyfriend or I want to cheat. I'm saying my partner was at their best when they were able to be more open with themselves, and I want that person in my life. It feels wrong to hold anyone back (even myself) from being able to give as much love into the world as they can. But how do I even begin to broach that question?
Back to work things, I'm scared because of the other life events. I started going back to school because I figured out what I'd like to do with my life if I could do anything. And that's to be a high school teacher (English or P.E.) and sports coach (Soccer or Baseball probably). But I'm not school smart. I've already dropped 2 big classes for W (withdraw, which means it's on my transcript) because I don't know if I can do it. The best case scenario was my graduating just after I turn 40. Now? Probably 42, if all goes well. Do I even bother, considering by the time I would be graduating I'll be making a lot more money in my current job then I would if I started teaching and coaching?
That's all I've got tonight. I need to sleep and pretend I can handle everything.
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My Predictions Masterpost, Pre-2x06
This is an update on all my predictions after episodes 4 and 5! Here are the compilations from before the season and before 2x04.
In new material are this ad and two BTS videos. There is too much information to make it all make sense *exhaling Spongebob meme*.
Once again, I'm sure I missed some brilliant theories from other people because I'm so darn busy, and now the latest I've been with these 🫢
THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR 2x04-2x05.
I'll sum up what I got right and wrong in my previous masterpost, excluding any between-ep adjustments, which will only pop up in my reaction videos when those are eventually ready to post 🤭
Episode 4: Fun and Games
What I got right: The episode starts with the headbut, and in the in-between Stede tells the crew it was accidental. He runs into Ed at Anne and Mary's — Ed intends not to stay on the Revenge, but with Anne and Mary. Anne kisses Stede in the room where they have their conversation, which isn't the same room as the dinner. The look Anne gives is to an interruption; she is seemingly both being for real and trying to evoke a reaction: jealousy. Ed smokes with Mary sitting next to him. The crew wouldn't let Ed stick around in a position of power. The rest of Light Shirt Era is in the next ep!
What I got wrong: Ed walks out of the sea in his gravy basket dream sequence. He goes to Anne and Mary to stay with them. The four split into duos to talk after Ed causes some havoc at dinner. Ed steps down as captain partly in recognition of the harm done to the crew; this and them not wanting him to be in control plays out towards the end. Izzy's prosthetic is from Anne and Mary's stuff, picked up by Stede.
Episode 5: The Curse of The Seafaring Life
What I got right: Stede demands Ed's respect as his captain, and brings up the training idea to Izzy. They train on the deck and raid a ship relatedly to the training, where Stede picks up the coat, fights, and tells Izzy he did a punch, as demonstrated on him earlier.
What I got wrong: Ed and Stede are not made up. Ed's scoff about respecting Captain Stede is what prompts his training. Izzy agrees because he realizes now that Stede could become a captain he would respect, or because he feels like he owes it to the crew — it's not that deep, he was just flattered into it. The candle-cutting scene is a demonstration for training purposes. The raid is for practice — it was more of a diagnostic. Oluwande, Jim and Archie wear dumpling necklaces after the crew allies with Zheng — I guess they did steal those, just off-screen, or Roach got inspired! It just doesn't seem like a coincidence.
The Rest:
What I got wrong:
These shots are a reaction to the comeback of Ed's beard:
Red Shirt Era happens at the very end.
Thus, my handy-dandy chart was wrong, and I'm kicking off the predictions section with the new and improved version they hinge on:
Since Ed is very probably changing back and forth once, I'm not firmly set on him not doing it more.
Episode 6: TBA
This ep covers the first two sections of the chart.
Stede and Ed go to a beautiful market and encounter two kids to whom Ed prolly does offer knives. Is that a rainbow flag? 😭
Stede's top probably changes with the setting, so I think Green Shirt Era will begin the next time we see Stede on the Revenge. In that case, the conversation aboard happens earlier. I thought maybe Ed was back in black because nobody enforces what he does on land, but if the conversation is happening early on, he must have already been allowed to change back 🤔
I assume the conversation is about their plans to or for when they make landfall. They might get all the decoration for the performance at this market; that might even be the reason they go. Except for the lil banners, which remind me of the shipmade flags and paper snowflakes around a classroom, so the crew probably made one each 🤗
I thought it would be the talent show, or — gasp! — Pete and Lucius's wedding, but some article referred to an "impromptu performance," so I guess it's kind of its own thing. Wee John and Izzy do drag, which I figure just comes about naturally, and Izzy sings, which I could see people cheering him on to do.
Maybe in the housekeeping conversation, we learn about a new first mate? I was explaining at the start of a reaction that I would bet on Oluwande, one of the crew members who repeatedly guided Stede, notably in early season 1, but is also just an all-around practical, caring person, to an extent that he was unanimously elected captain in the season 1 finale. I also have live footage of getting the idea that Stede could make Izzy first mate, but I don't think so; nor that Izzy would want it, just like I picked up the idea that he wouldn't want to captain after what happened last time from naranja-petrificada.
Speaking of, after 2x05, because Izzy was not coping in a sustainable way, I thought he might eventually reach a breaking point, but... I sort of feel like he's had a considerable amount of focus this season, so I expect that he would sooner gradually change his approach, or something would prompt him to, than that he would have an intense reaction eventually. This could be connected to the performance: after all, "maybe sometimes, it can be an expression of ourselves"! The conversation with Ed on the deck from a BTS video might happen before they make landfall, then, also because there's just so much happening once we get back to the Republic of Pirates.
The show happens here because it's the same episode as the Edward Low storyline. That's advertised after 2x05, like 2x04 was after 2x03; it probably only lasts an episode, so needs to make way for the final boss; and it's Pre-Earring. I maintain that this is where Stede screams, and the concert might serve to introduce Chekhov's fireworks, a "surprise tool" that might be involved in a later, overarching conflict-related explosion — check out the top right corner.
There's apparently a publication that reports on things like Ed beating Ned's record — Pirate Times, or The Swashbuckler, or The Hook and Eyepatch; I could do this forever — presumably the one Ed set out to beat in 2x01. Ned doesn't give me the impression of raiding much, but he does have victims, plus Ed strikes me even less as setting out to beat a record of violent acts, so my bet is on amount or density of raids.
I was still leaning towards a possible Gentlebeard sex scene — Chekhov's orgasms — at the end of episode 7, despite the fact that if the in-bed conversation is their morning after, I wouldn't expect the show to keep the wound on Stede's chest until late 2x07 or early 2x08. Alas, I did see a fanart piece of what seems like that same scene, and the comments sound like they didn't take it slow and that caused a problem. Because I think the tone switch of their first sex scene right after the Ned situation would be hard to pull off, I would guess that Ed and Stede sneak off towards the end of the concert, and their distraction makes it possible for Ned to attack.
Side note — I totally did not think the person reading the newspaper and the conductor were the same. I also have actually heard of Edward Low as a kid, retaining only that he was a particularly cruel pirate.
I would be uneasy to delve much into the problem, but I think the solution might come without external help. One of my favourite parts of the show so far has been the lighthouse fuckery, because it was such a creative and adventurous scene, and maybe this will be an opportunity for the crew to execute a similarly cool solution. They're all dressed for a visually stunning scene as it is 😄 I don't think they would circle back to the show after the attack, so it probably comes first, and something else helps the crew end the ep on a positive note.
But then, a scheming Banes might reappear, because I figure he will at the end of the episode before he starts antagonizing. The "gentlemen" conversation seems too monumental to me now, like something he might say right before a big mission, so maybe not that. Plus, I don't expect his nose prosthetics to change back and forth, so he would be wearing the white and blue one first.
The Rest:
There is a lot happening after this point, so much that I'm puzzled how it all fits 😅 On one hand, it feels wrong to expect too much of it to be in episode 7, but on the other, I think significant scenes in 2x08 might not have been shown anywhere to avoid spoiling the suicide mission, so I would leave more space in the finale.
I suppose we open with a morning scene (I'm gonna lose it) where Ed, who might be in Stede's robe (...oof 😭) jinxes them into the upcoming fatally dangerous situation 😅
And they're like, "what's the plan for today? (let's spend time together)" and all head to the Republic of Pirates. Alternatively, this conversation fits into the end of the previous episode, and is appropriately followed by Banes being like... yeah, no, I want to put you all in a not-even-near death situation.
It looks like they go to the bar on three separate occasions: one with nothing out of the ordinary, one soon after where Ed can easily observe that something's different, and one with the soldiers. Perhaps Ed will talk to Jackie while Stede impersonates Buttons to the locals ("I'm a seagull!") first, then they'll go on their dine and dash date, and return to find that the patrons might try to kill Stede this time around! To make things confusing, Stede doesn't have his earring when he talks to the same people outside... I guess he departs to find his new friends after the change in atmosphere, and with Ed already alone outside after seeing him out, he talks to Izzy, who comes out of the bar. That sounds wrong, though: it feels like Ed stands outside before going in for the first time, so that's the alternative, and maybe Stede just enters first. Ed observes a small boat, and we see him admire a view at another point, so maybe he just tells Stede to go ahead so he can take that moment.
Stede's new rejection by the community explains the angry bottle-smasher when the group hangs out on the steps. Anyway, they're on Stede's side in the end, and might also be the ones to suggest he get an earring! I imagine with their backing, Stede goes to the bar to appeal to... Jackie? ("We've been through Hell together.") "We" in this case does not refer to Stede and the group, 'cause I assume they just met, nor Stede and Jackie; it's probably the Revenge crew.
That is, however, the third time he would be going to the bar in one ep, so I'll chuck in an alternative: Ed and Stede run into hostility the first time around, Stede meets some locals and wins them over, then that group heads to the bar together.
But what did Stede do to fall out of favor? I would guess word got around that Banes is up to something, especially because it looks to me like he might be seeking allies on the inside. The phrase "Zheng's recruiting" followed by two shots that may very well be from the same scene of Zheng across from Banes sparked the thought.
Meanwhile, yeah, Oluwande and Jim find out that Zheng is recruiting. Zheng and Olu's conversation and the indoor and outdoor fights have similar lighting, so it seems like they happen around the same time. Perhaps the same one altercation stumbles outside? Then Jackie's explodes, and I guess I have to replace my "the crew does it" theory with that Banes is behind it, out of revenge. Chaos ensues:
If I have the order right, which... no, this would be a reasonable end to the ep!
I straight-up don't know when to place Ed going down some stairs, because it doesn't look like it's towards Jackie's.
Stede does have the earring, so it must be after all of the above. And he might find a minute around here to tell someone being a failure is not so bad.
There's the beach battle and the run-in with soldiers at the bar, and I think they happen in that order for a couple reasons. Firstly, Ed crinkles a brow and says "who's your friend?" or so when Zheng calls out to them on the beach, and secondly, the trio shows up to find soldiers together, so it seems like they've already teamed up, which happens near the beach. The soldiers must be set up in the woods by that point and attack them...? I'm really not convinced on that order though; my heart says it's the opposite 🤷♀️🤪 But my brain did win the Anne-doesn't-kiss-Stede-at-dinner round.
I think the battle somehow integrates Ed coming out of the water in his black getup again, and I say "somehow" because he's dry after. Maybe that's an intentional 1x08 callback? 🤭 Ed and Stede fight, run to each other, have some super romantic interaction (goodbye), then help out Zheng.
I guess... they chill on the sand, talk of teaming up, then the crew catches up and they admire the local terrain.
From the time of day and the building's visibility earlier, it really seems like afterwards is when Ed and Stede hang out at this dilapidated house that might have some greater meaning, and, damn, if this ain't the place for Stede to say "if we die...," but they haven't even talked about the suicide mission yet, so... no?
Alternatively, it's so meaningful for some reason that they actually come back here after their planning. I have no ideas, though! I doubt it's Ed's childhood home because it raises such difficult memories, and surely Stede didn't hang out near the Republic of Pirates as a child. In any case, I'd say this will be kinda like the beach scene in 1x09. This would be another reasonable end to the ep!
Now. If the soldiers in the bar come after, but the bar has been exploded, plus Banes talks to Izzy in a different place, with a different prosthetic nose than he does with Zheng, and wouldn't have been allowed into Jackie's anyway… What if all this happens in this different place? Look who it is in the top right corner. It makes sense for Izzy to say that Banes doesn't understand piracy, and maybe was unsuccessful in his piracy goals because of it, if he's turning down collaborating with him. It's also an interesting reverse to Izzy plotting against the crew of the Revenge in collaboration with a leader of the king's soldiers at Jackie's. Also, Is That Not A Beard on Ed? Inexplicable.
Jackie — who, again, has had her place exploded — Zheng, Auntie, and the Revenge crew plan the suicide mission, which entails everyone — definitely Ed, Stede if that's him kneeling in the pic below, Izzy, Frenchie and Lucius, and I gather Oluwande and the Swede — pretending to be soldiers. They infiltrate Banes's people, and ultimately need to flee the scene.
Shortly before that is another reasonable time for Stede to give his last day on Earth speech. I'm not sure when Ed says that it feels like a storm is coming, but I think it has to do with the overarching threat as opposed to Edward Low... maybe before the explosion, as I suggested before, or before they get attacked on the beach.
Phew, that's all! I'll be back before the season f*nale 😭 In other words, in less than nine hours 😳
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