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comradekatara · 3 months

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ty lee is by far the most underrated atla character imo. as far as minor principal players, it’s easy to disregard her as the least fleshed out fire nation kid, the most underdeveloped. her role as a foil to any of the main characters is vague, and many people just assume she’s there to bring some sort of levity and humor to azula’s plotline. she’s dismissed as the pretty ditzy girl, or even (shudders) “the bimbo.” but when you actually make the effort to consider what we do see of her, to extrapolate from her few yet crucial scenes anything regarding her underlying motivations, you quickly realize that one of the most layered, multifaceted, compelling, intriguing, ambiguous, and perhaps even straight up insane characters in the entire show has been hiding in plain sight all along. and also that that’s the entire point.

#SHE DIDNT JUST FOOL AZULA (& al) SHE ALSO FOOLED US! THE AUDIENCE!!!#or well. most of you. not me tho im different #ty lee #I love you commentary on femininity and power dynamics girl #it feels like only mailee and tyzula shippers actually give a shit abt her #(tysuki shippers too i guess)#but even individually she is just. SO fascinating!!!!#masks & performance & acrobatics & taking you down from the inside!!!!!#I need to write an actual longass character analysis of her someday #I know I already kind of did but it was pretty shallow iirc #I think I can go deeper.

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bottombaron · 6 months

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oh ok so its the usual no-homo bullshit you always hear, good to know.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #look im a reasonable guy #i dont get worked up easily and ive been around writers rooms and understand the pressures of writing a big show like wwdits #hell i even liked season 4 #but this has got to be one of the most offensive bs ive read that wasnt from 2015 #‘its only a small (but vocal) amount of people that actually want to see them together’#‘their love isnt ~s*xual~ they dont need to kiss its more ~profound~ than that’#‘you don’t REALLY want to see them together! (thats gross!)’#also ‘the power dynamic is ~problematic~’??? are you kidding me???#jfc its like someone literally got this out of the queerbating handbook from 2010 #and like yeah i know wwdits isnt queerbating but its queerness feels more performative when it treats an actual central relationship #like its a gross kinkything only a few freaks on the internet want #instead of a legitimate plausible story that deserves exploration #nandermo should be a triumph - a victory for the characters and something the writers should be pleased with writing #not…this.#like it’s some problem pressured reluctantly upon them that needs to be carefully defused #this has left a bad taste in my mouth

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writingwithcolor · 9 months

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Avoiding the white savior of the kingdom

@ceo-of-angst asked:

Okay so I'm writing a fantasy series. There's two main kingdoms though there is a third but that one doesn't have to do anything with this ask. Both of them are likely as big as a continent each so there are different climates everywhere, therefore there's a lot of diversity even within one country. The issues mostly is between the two kingdoms nationality wise, as there's a war. The prince of one of the kingdoms kills his older brother to gain the throne. This is where the issue starts. They have a younger (half)sister who ends up leading a revolution bc of her brother's bad rule (famine, war, dictatorship and incantation or sentence to fight to the death in war to anyone who doesn't obbey the government etc), she's white, she's helped by my main cast who are all poc (one of them also from nobility) from the other kingdom and I don't want to accidently make it a white savior She's not my main character though if anything we only see into her pov bc of a difference between kingdoms in book 2. Most of the pov is on my main cast so I don't know how this could pay out.

Add diversity to the kingdom

There is a simple solution: don’t make one kingdom all-white or all-BIPOC. Add in diversity and mixed race. You seem to already be doing that, and it’s not an issue of race but rather tyranny. White saviorism is when only a white character can solve a problem for BIPOC and they’re seen as the hero. If it’s a team effort, where your protagonist is fallible but well-intentioned, you should be fine. -Jaya

Questions to ask yourself

This critique got levied at Tamora Pierce’s Trickster series, and it’s a pretty valid critique of the books—every time you have a white person as a figurehead of an otherwise-diverse movement, you’re going to start getting into why this white person, and why then?

It’s especially salient if you have the person come into an already-established rebellion movement. Is her involvement the thing that gets the privilege necessary to make the movement valid? What about her makes her the ideal top person in the organization?

Why is she white?

My first question is: why is she white? Is it related to colorism and classism? If yes, then why are you automatically making the leading group white if there’s so much diversity and so many other groups can trend extremely pale?

Why are the kingdoms so big?

My second question is: why are the kingdoms so big? It’s actually frighteningly hard to run a continent-sized country. If you’re attempting to make these single groups so big simply for ease of worldbuilding, and for diversity’s sake, know that a country does not have to be large to contain a multitude of groups. You are allowed to have political rivalry in a small area and still maintain diversity within it.

How much privilege is she willing to give up?

My third question is: how much privilege is she willing to give up? Is she trying to take the throne for herself, or is she trying to destroy all of the structures that gave her status in the first place? Because that question will determine how willing the PoC around her are going to be. Why would they support a ruler if they’ve been subjugated by that family, with no real promise she’s going to be any different once she gets in power?

On the flipside, why would she be willing to give up any of her privilege in the name of removing her brother from the throne, and what stops her from going off the deep end once she has the ability to control others?

It’s likely doable to make this situation read as less of a white saviour, but in order to do that you’ll likely need to wask yourself a lot of hard questions about your motives and the character arc you want to have with her.

People may see a white savior, regardless

And you’ll also have to ask yourself if you’ll be comfortable with never really being able to avoid some people calling this a white saviour plot. Even if you do “everything right” and follow every bit of advice you can, there’s always going to be some people who aren’t too thrilled that the person saving everyone is white.

So examine your motives, really nail down what you’re trying to show with this, and come to terms with not making everyone happy no matter what you do.

~Mod Lesya

#white savior #tropes #Fantasy #power dynamics #asks #writing advice

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penvisions · 7 months

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garnish {masterlist}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Summer is a time of fun and carefree days for those who are fortunate enough to not work within the food industry. You however have found yourself back in that world and so long were the days you could spend doing nothing. Along with the shift back to a world you once left behind is the figure of Joel Miller, who is as magnetizing as he is irritating that is now a part of your daily life.

Word Count: 50k - complete

Warnings: smut piv smut, unprotected piv, dirty talk, joel miller's filthy mouth, kinda enemies to lovers?, age gap (reader is around 30 and joel is late 40's but it's up to your imagination, bby), degrading language, restaurant lingo, triggers associated with the food industry, power dynamics (due to job rankings), secret relationship, workplace relationship, pining, mutal pining, sexual tension, lingering stares, angst, hurt and comfort, stalking, unwanted attention, reader is an academic

A/N: please enjoy this self-indulgent little series!!

series teaser

main series:

chapter one || chapter two || chapter three || chapter four || chapter five || chapter six || chapter seven || chapter eight || chapter nine || chapter ten

one shots:

*in chronological order

during main series: happy hour(s) - post series one shot || not yet posted

after main series: office hours (valentine’s day one shot) || savor || out of date || i wish i never met you || zest of life

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dirchristophernolan · 2 months

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Charles Leclerc for Corerriere della Sera | 2022

#sebchal #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #sv5 #cl16 #f1edit #*g #one day i'll write my thoughts abt this kind of hero worship / power dynamic and how it goes beyond what ppl wrongly describe as a crush #it's the need to please this mentor and taking bits and pieces of him and making them your own so you slowly start morphing into him #and so when ppl tell you 'oh you remind me of xx' it's the greatest badge of honor #one day i'll talk abt it

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sourlove · 28 days

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YANDERE AIZAWA SHOTA HEADCANONS

TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, YANDERE THEMES, MENTIONED STALKING, IMPLIED MURDER

Aizawa as yandere doesn't happen suddenly. It's a gradual descent into what he can only describe as madness.

There was no other logical explanation to way he felt about you. He had never been one to get attached easily. Those who had remained a constant for him had more or less forced themselves in and established themselves as part of his life. While he grew to eventually enjoy their company, he had never been the one to seek out a connection.

Other people were liabilities and vessels for useless emotions that could be turned against you at any given moment. Aizawa had no space in his life for liabilities.

Until he met you.

You were so cute and afraid, clinging to him when he saved you from a villain attack, almost like a wet kitten being rescued from a storm. When you leaned into him for support, Aizawa suddenly felt something warm and foreign pulse in him.

He asked where you live and frowned at the name of the neighborhood which was definitely not an area someone like you should be staying. You were too...delicate for that kind of place. Anybody could just snatch you up if they wanted to and have their way with you.

It was only right that someone protected you, Aizawa thought idly as he waved you into your dingy apartment. He couldn't, in good conscience, just let you wander around unprotected like that.

It was all for your safety. That's what he told himself as he followed you like a shadow, as he 'took care' of your handsy coworker and creepy landlord, and as he finally chained you to his bed.

"It's for your own good."

You cried a lot at first, poor thing. Aizawa felt bad for you but not bad enough that he could let you go. You were constantly surrounded by dangerous people, isn't it better to stay here with a Pro Hero?

You were almost like a cat, he mused as the weeks passed and the search for you slowly died down (with no small effort from him). You begged to go outside at first but soon you began to associate him with good things: food, warmth, safety.

You began to want him. Maybe not to the extent of his own desire but it was good, it was progress. So he indulged you, the way he would indulge a stray kitten that hissed and spat but still sought him out for comfort.

Sooner or later, you would learn that the outside world was no place for someone like you. You would learn to give up and give in. You would learn to appreciate what he did and know that he did it all for you. It was all for you.

But until then, Aizawa would hold you and wipe your tears away. You would understand that there was no way he would ever let go of his sweet, little pet.

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snippetsnitch · 3 months

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Okay, but military whump. Military tropes in general. The POTENTIAL.

(❗️TW: Mentions of Torture, War, Oppression, Death – basically anything related to the shitty sides of militaries, power-abuse and warcrimes❗️)

Characters being captured by enemy forces and tortured for information until they either break or get rescued before they give out anything important.

(even better, if they don't have the information, but no one believes them 🥲)

Characters that are mistreated and abused in and by members of their own military. Maybe because they:

- do not agree with the way of their armed forces doing things (torturing enemies, repressing protests, committing warcrimes, etc.).

- have problems with authority and higher-ups that will be beaten and drilled out of them.

- are an outsider or part of a group that is strongly marginalised in the society the military forces are embedded in.

Characters being conditioned to never show any sign of pain, emotion or other 'weakness' to make them an effective and lethal fighter weapon.

Characters who are convinced pacifists being conscripts and suffering through grave emotional turmoil due to what is expected of them.

Dehumanising the enemy through language, propaganda and stereotypes.

Humanising the enemy by having to talk to one of them through a line of unfortunate circumstances (being imprisoned together, helping each other despite strict rules and surveillance, showing mercy on the battleground, etc.) or through anti-war-activism.

High-ranking characters that are dressed in ✨️fancy uniforms✨️

Power-dynamics and intrigues in the high ranks that have nothing to do with the cause and everything to do with elitism and gaining political influence.

Character A being higher-ranking than character B and using that power to bully them mercilessly (or to protect them, if you want it to be wholesome, though 😚).

Childhood friends being separated and seeing each other again on the battlefield – on opposite sides. :(

Old generals that have given up on the world, because they saw the cruelty and senselessnes of war vs. young, idealistic and possibly propaganda-brainwashed characters that see service in the military as the most honorable thing someone can do.

- breaking the view of those young idealists through the horrors of war.

- breaking the view of those old pessimists through good and selfless behaviour despite the horrors of war.

The "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" when characters are captured by enemy forces/caught spying and are taunted by their captors

(possibly combinated with forcing the captive to their knees)

(and grabbing their chin)

("Look at that, such a pretty face...")

(For the captive to defiantly spit in their captor's face or on their uniform)

(Only to be beaten violently)

(And to find themself with a boot on their chest/back/neck)

(You know what I'm getting at 👀).

Characters killing for the first time and breaking down completely.

Or characters killing for the first time and finding out that they enjoy it far more than they should.

Characters refusing to hurt/torture enemy characters, causing rank-internal drama and possibly putting the merciful character at great risk.

Veteran characters that struggle to find back into their "old life" after their service has ended.

Characters who grew up in a war-setting and know nothing but violence and danger.

etc.

There is just so much potential to explore your characters in depth, especially because it's such an extreme setting.

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demigod-of-the-agni · 5 months

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A little special something for something even more special. Hint: it's about love and fears and birthdays and new beginnings

(@/marvel hire me <3)

#pavitr prabhakar #spider man india #atsv pavitr #across the spiderverse #sandman #spider man fanart #comic #artoftheagni #mythic mumbattan au #inspired by the cover for spider man family business #it's so dynamic and for what!!#WOOOOOO anyway just gotta do some final editing on the birthday fic and then WE'RE HERE..... MMAU IS REAL..........#im so excited you guys. the amount of lore and stories and fun things i'm going to shower you with..... unreal #giving my baby boy what he needs (trauma pain suffering and a power up and a birthday party!!)#kalaripayattu pose is the horse stance. if you want to know #why can't i write FASTER GRR #anyway i believe in ghungroo supremacy. moon knight with his “i wear white so the bad guys see me” well-#-pavitr's schtick is that he sounds like christmas when he approaches. get scared #new fic incoming in a few days.....

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oceisastar · 1 year

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consider this: power bottom reader who has blade bare, muzzled and collared. imagine him on top of you, grinding and rutting desperately against your thigh. it's maddening; the way you look up at him with those sultry eyes, all of you laid beneath him - but he's not allowed to seize you with his hands, or his mouth, or sheathe himself into you so he can drive into you like he so badly wants to. (even if he could, he'd be denied his release again and again. cock ring :> )

MDNI (gn!reader; begging, grinding, muzzle, masturbation, reader calls him “puppy” once, teasing)

and then cupping his face and nuzzling against his muzzle while his eyes go wild, but he can’t do anything about it. all he can do is keep rutting until he’s aching, throbbing with need.

oh my, masturbating beneath him while he’s not allowed to touch—just watching your fingers play with your sex the way he wants to, no, needs to. he’s drooling inside the muzzle, eyes fervent with heat. when you whimper, his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the sound. and your scent—thick and musky, he thinks he might go insane. the air is of full of it, his and yours mixing together despite you not letting him touch you with his hands or mouth. but god, he needs to take you in his mouth or he might explode.

you reach down, spreading your arousal on your fingertips and brush against his cock. the reprieve has him gasping, nearly grabbing at you for purchase before he catches himself.

“my star,” he says, and your eyebrows go up.

“so sweet, my darling boy? something to ask?”

“take it off. I’ve had enough—I need to touch you. I can’t take this any longer.”

“surely it hasn’t been that long?”

he grits his teeth. “it’s been hours.”

“are you sure? last I checked it had been about 30 minutes.”

he groans in misery. you can feel him dripping on your thigh.

“ask properly, blade.”

“...please, I humble myself before you. let me touch you, my star.”

you wrap your legs around him in one last attempt to tempt him, to test his willpower and he grits his teeth so hard he practically growls. but he doesn’t move, not even when your sweet hole brushes against the tip of him.

you smile and reach down, deftly removing the cock ring. he gasps, doubling over into you and you laugh, running your hand through his hair and nuzzling him into your neck. before pushing him down so his mouth is up against your crotch.

“now. show me what you can do, hm, puppy?”

#I’m ngl idk anything abt his character I’ve seen him all of 2 seconds but I want to fuck him #ngl I kinda switched dynamics writing this bc 1.) I’m not a power bottom and 2.) I was in 2 diff moods when I wrote parts of it #but who cares lmao #hsr #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x gn reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr blade #blade smut #blade x reader #dom!reader #hsr thirsts #honkai star rail thirsts #blade thirsts #blade x gn reader #blade x genderneutral reader #hsr x gender neutral reader

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vincex024 · 5 months

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“I love Ozmien” and then this is how you guys write Ozmien

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#somewhat joking #obviously no hate to anyone who enjoys it I’m just sick of seeing Oz be made into an UwU smol bean #he has ANXIETY and occasionally stutters and that apparently makes him so fucking omega bitchboy #also hot take but I feel like people tend to write them with a spiritual power dynamic?#like there isn’t a power dynamic but it FEELS like it’s there and I hate how it falls into this trope guys please stop #please write good Ozmien fics #monster prom #monster camp #monster roadtrip #Ozmien #monster prom Oz #monster prom Damien #monster prom Liam r34

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phantomrose96 · 1 month

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is a Riteru read of ABoT the intended one?

It can be if you want it to be buddy. Go enjoy the world!

More genuine answer: I'm an aro-ace writer with a long long streak of gen-fic. Shipping doesn't interest me. I don't hate it; it just doesn't click for me at all. I joke that the only way romance ends up in the story is if it's a plot-necessity (Tetsuo and Jun are there because 'married man suspected of having an affair' is what pulls Reigen into the entire Mogami-possession plot. The Kageyama parents are married because they're, well, the parents. Teru and Mei's relationship is a joke until it's plot-relevant.)

So to me, I'm not writing Ritsu and Teru's relationship as a ship. But also? This is all pretend. It's all transformative. This is for fun. I absolutely know that if I were a ship-writer, Riteru would be the obvious choice. I know they're one angry-kiss away from being someone's enemies to lovers fic. So if you look at Ritsu and Teru in ABoT and say "they're holding hands, to me", go right ahead, go hog-wild, come play Barbies with me.

#my aromantic-agenda is to write fic that spotlights the power importance and intricacies of all kinds of platonic love #and ive done that in SPADES in ABoT #a Riteru read doesn't ruin any of that #so it's whatever you want #in my pocket. i like an aroace Ritsu and pan Teru read #but the aforementioned 'this is for fun pretend. go wild' trumps that totally #we're only alive a short time. go have some Riteru if you want #oh also my OTHER joke is that 'all romance drama in ABoT is actually just bait-and-switch nefarious spirit possession'#Tetsuo is having an affair? Nope! Spirit possession #Teru is cheating on Mei with Ichi? Nope! Saving Ichi from possession #Ichi is interested in Ritsu? Nope! Looking for dirt on spirit possession #my other other joke is that our name-combinations aren't ships. theyre possession dynamics #Tetsugami. not to be mistaken for Tetsuo x Mogami. is the spirit dynamic of Mogami possessing Tetsuo #We got Reigami #We got Slipzato #We got Gimrits #Slipakane Sliphisao #Sorry fresh out of romance but we DO have a 13 year old losing his soul to the corruption of being a spirit-powered-mecha-suit if you want

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bonefall · 2 months

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My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

#I have a perspective on half siblings colored by a dynamic in my family #The generation above me has two siblings who had an awful biodad and an amazing stepdad (who did officially adopt them)#And there was nothing ''natural'' or good about how one of them was obsessed with their biodad.#It was influenced by his surroundings and did nothing but drag an incredibly toxic man back into his sister's life #Over and over #But anyway the son used to tell me ''theres no half in siblings''#The daughter adored her halfbrother through the mother who raised them-- but was adamant that her biodad's newer kids were nothing to her #I guess I agree with the son. But not in the way he believes it #There's no half in siblings because you either Are. Or you are Not.#You have a shared experience with having that person as a parent or you don't. And that's what's unchanging.#It's not the blood; it's the sweat and tears. But anyhoo #Personal details of my life aside #Tiger Sky and Pale Sky are Clear's Dead Angel Fetus Children in-canon. I think that was Weird.#So instead I made them. Not. Dead angel fetus children....#They're characters now lmaoo #Better bones au #I think Tiger Sky (i call her Tigs in my head a lot) is one of my favorite kit saves ever though #She's not going to be from the last litter either. I haven't picked who the mom is yet but he does have even more #At least one of those is going to make a grab at power but um. Sparrow Heart will not react Well.#BASICALLY lads I'm cooking. My revamps of the DOTC characters basically write themselves because I am very fond of them.#Clear's youngest: ''OH I JUST CANT WAIT TO BE KI-"#Sparrowstar: ''-lled.''

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whump-and-other-misfortunes · 5 months

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cw age gap, implied kidnapping, implied torture, intimate whumper, power dynamic

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”��

They glanced at the doorway, a cigarette between their full, pink lips. They raised an eyebrow and smirked at Whumper, blowing out a cloud of smoke before replying, “What makes you think I have a bedtime?”

Whumper smiled and leaned against the wall next to them. Leaving enough distance between them to be casual. “I don’t mind,” they said, not answering the question. “I mean, we do all ages shows for a reason. I think it’s great for kids to see live music.”

Big, innocent eyes narrowed into a glare. “I’m eighteen, actually. But thanks for your concern.”

Oh, this one was going to be fun. “Sorry, you just look young is all. Didn't mean to insult you—maybe we could start over? I’m Whumper.”

“I know, I came to see your band.” Another drag on their cigarette. “I’m Whumpee.”

Whumpee. The name suited them perfectly. Whumper could imagine saying it tauntingly as they did horrible things to Whumpee. Or whispering it as they comforted them afterwards. Whumper didn’t expect to be so lucky tonight. “Well, Whumpee,” they said, testing it out. “I haven’t seen you at any shows before, but you seem cool. There’s an after party at my place if you wanna come.”

The kid looked hesitant. “I don’t know, I have class in the morning.” It wasn’t a no.

They watched Whumpee stub out the cigarette on the wall behind them and flick it over the porch railing into the grass. They imagined lighting one of their own just to put it out on Whumpee’s skin. They would probably scream so beautifully as it burned into their wrist or their neck. Delicate, unmarked skin. Oh, Whumper was going to have so much fun breaking them. “Your call,” they said with a shrug before closing the space between them. “But I'd really like it if you were there.”

Whumpee looked up at them, visibly nervous but making no move to back away. “Yeah?” they breathed, seeming to catch the unspoken implication in Whumper’s statement.

The other people milling around outside paid them no attention as Whumper placed one of their hands on the kid’s cheek, cold from the winter air. Their nose was red, too—how cute. “Yeah—come party with the rockstars. I promise you’ll have a good time, honey.”

What Whumper didn’t mention was that once Whumpee made it to their house, they wouldn’t be leaving. Not for a very long time, at least.

“Okay. I'll come,” Whumpee agreed without much convincing. God, they were easy.

Whumper smiled, tucking Whumpee’s hair behind their ear. Fingers ghosted down their neck, picturing a collar around it. Imagining how that sweet, young face would look covered in tears. “Awesome. Let me pack up my equipment and then we’ll get going.”

#whump #whump writing #tw age gap #implied kidnapping #implied torture #intimate whumper #power dynamics #whumpblr #young whumpee #requests open #whumper pov #snippet

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ppeachybees · 1 year

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UNFINISHED COMIC !! from … last year. i started a fic for this a while back too, but couldn’t figure out where to go with it. here’s just some good ol Kageyama Parents Comforting Their Child content for now

#when i say the kageyama parents are my number ones…#I MEAN IT !!!#maybe i’ll pick up writing the fic again idk #i just need some content of shigeo’s parents actually being his parents #like on screen #PLEASE !!! i’m desperate for more of them #when mom says no but dad says yes dynamic for sure #also this comic would have taken place sometime after the mogami arc #poor boy needs the reminder that he’s not alone in the house anymore #and his parents may not fully understand what he’s going through but they’ll be damned if they won’t support their kid in any way they can #no sneaky symbolism in this comic…YET #other than the last frame was supposed to be shigeo’s powers acting up a bit and his parents can Definitely feel something #anyways #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #kageyama parents #mp100 comic

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hush-writes-preg · 6 months

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your stories about a prince getting bred by a servant are great, but what about the reverse? a prince who fucks a stable boy late at night and the poor boy is too starstruck by being chosen to realize what a risk he’s taking?

Excellent idea. Here you go!

The sun had long since faded from the barn windows when the Prince made his way into the royal stables. The animals were settled for the night, and the grooms had long since gone to bed. There was only one person he wanted around, and he knew that he often worked late.

He found the stable boy mucking out one of the larger stalls, his back bent as he tossed hay into the wheelbarrow. He was younger than the grooms and coachmen, though nearly at his twentieth year, and exuded a youthful virility that the Prince admired. His skin glistened in the low light of the lanterns, his shirt discarded and a rag hanging off his neck to soak up the sweat.

The Prince watched for a moment, appreciating the flex of his muscles and the strong curve of his back and thighs before finally stepping forward.

He was not subtle, his booted footsteps loud and purposeful as they crossed the floorboards. The boy straightened and turned, a look of surprise coming over his face.

"Your Highness!" he exclaimed. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes," the Prince replied, stepping into the stall. "There is. Close the gate, if you would."

He watched the boy swallow, a look of uncertainty crossing his face as he reached to close the gate behind the Prince.

The Prince's eyes swept over his lean body. The stable boy was not as muscular as the men the Prince was usually attracted to, but he was not displeasing to the eye. He was shorter than the Prince, and slimmer, and when the Prince reached out to brush his fingers over his chest, he was soft.

"I was wondering," the Prince said, stepping forward until the stable boy found his back pressed against the wall, "if I could get your help."

The young man licked his lips. "I would be glad to be of service, Your Highness."

"Would you now?" The Prince smiled. He moved closer, and the stable boy shivered, his breath quickening as the Prince slid his fingers under the young man's chin and tilted his face up.

The stable boy's lips parted, his pupils dilated, and he did not resist when the Prince kissed him. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue slick, and the Prince used his body to trap the servant against the wall and grind against him.

"Oh," the young man gasped, his voice muffled by the kiss.

The Prince pulled away, his playful smile turning hungry.

"On your knees," he ordered.

The stable boy obeyed, sinking to the hay-strewn ground, his hands hesitantly reaching for the front of the Prince's breeches.

At least he was intelligent enough to understand what he was meant to do.

The Prince allowed him to undo the laces, groaning softly as his cock was freed. The young man looked up, his mouth open and ready for him, and the Prince guided his shaft between those tempting lips.

The Prince sighed in pleasure as the servant's mouth closed around his cock. Tangling his fingers in the young man's hair, the Prince held him still and began to rock his hips.

The boy groaned, the sound stifled, and his fingers clenched in the Prince's breeches. Something about how those dirty fingers clutched fabric worth more than a year of his wages amused him.

It wasn't the best blowjob the Prince had ever had, but it was good enough, and the young man's mouth was acceptably soft and wet. When the Prince came, he did so with a groan as he buried himself deep.

The boy coughed and sputtered when the Prince finally pulled away, his eyes wide, and the Prince leaned down to wipe a stray drop of come from his chin.

"Very good," he praised.

The boy blushed.

"You are dismissed for the night," the Prince continued, his voice soft yet dismissive. "Go on."

"Thank you, Your Highness," the boy stammered, rising to his feet. "Thank you."

The Prince left the barn without looking back, his mind already occupied with thoughts of the next time he would visit.

And he would, again and again.

He had a feeling the stable boy would not refuse him, and he was right.

The young man never refused him, even when the Prince was rough and demanding. He never resisted, not even when the Prince pressed him face-first into the wall and took him with barely any preparation. He always let the Prince use him, his body yielding, his moans soft.

The Prince enjoyed it. He liked the way the stable boy submitted to him, the way he trembled as the Prince entered him. He liked the way the young man cried out when he was filled, his body hot and slick and tight.

And he really liked the way the young man gasped when the Prince spilled inside him, his cock throbbing as he pumped his noble seed into that willing body.

Of course, such actions were not without consequences. Slowly, over the months, the Prince noticed something different about the stable boy.

His stomach had grown just a little, his belly curving beneath his tunic. It was barely noticeable, and the Prince had thought at first that it was merely the young man gaining weight. But the shape of the curve was different.

And when the boy removed his shirt, it was obvious.

He was growing a bump, the small swell of his stomach proof of the child he was carrying.

Yet the fool seemed to have no idea.

The Prince had no intention of enlightening him, either. He was enjoying himself too much. Besides, there was no guarantee that the child was his. Peasants did like to fuck indiscriminately, didn't they?

But he also knew the dangers of continuing such dalliances.

So the Prince used the stable boy one last time, his hands caressing the bump in a way his oblivious lover didn't seem to understand. It'd be a shame to move on, but there would always be other servants to toy with.

#hush answers #ftm pregnancy #trans pregnancy #male pregnancy #mpreg #pregnancy kink #tmpreg #royalty kink #royalty breeding #unbalanced power dynamic #hush writes preg

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whumping-valentine · 14 days

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Content: Captivity, conditioned whumpee

I wrote this like a year ago back when I first found out about whump and was experimenting with dynamics. Thought I'd make some edits and post it because why not.

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Whumpee was sat in the grass, smiling as the warmth engulfed them. Cool wind was blowing through the leaves of the trees and the strands of their hair, light rain falling against their face like tiny kisses. Birds were singing, chirping and chattering all around as they searched for worms to feed their young. The outside world was so free and open, and Whumpee was grateful to even get a gaze upon it, let alone sit among it.

They looked up at Whumper with wide, grateful eyes, "Thank you for taking me outside." They said sincerely.

"Well, you've been good, haven't you?"

Whumpee wasn't sure what the right response was, "I am not sure, have I?"

"You tell me, what do you think?" Whumper said, crossing their arms as they did a small roll of their eyes, "Why else would you be outside? Yes, of course you've been good."

"Oh— I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Yeah, yeah. Just because you're apparently stupid doesn't mean you're bad. Enjoy this privilege."

"I will, I'll enjoy it."

"Good for you." They said, uncaring. "I'm going to run inside real quick, and you're going to stay right here until I get back, okay?"

"Yes Sir/Ma'am." (???)

"Good."

As they walked away they turned their head and continued smiling, feeling grateful for the opportunity to be outside. Though now left alone, a terrible realization struck. The smile vanished from their face as they sunk their nails into the dirt.

What am I thinking?! Being outside is a privilege? It's not a privilege! I should be allowed go outside whenever I want! And explore the woods alone! And make my own food, in my own kitchen, whenever I want! Those aren't privileges!

A hit had been taking to their pride as they realized how conditioned they became. It had happened so slowly they couldn't even see what was happening right in front of them. They were blind to it.

All of this niceness isn't because Whumper actually likes or cares for them, it's just so they'll be good and obedient and not cause them any trouble! It's manipulation! How could they be so stupid?! So conditioned?! They were smarter than this, smarter than to fall for manipulation, and yet they still did.

This monster had them doing all these things just to have the privilege to what, eat? Go outside? Not be tortured?!

If they had any sense of dignity left, they would stand up and take off right now. They were alone, they were outside, they were... not free.

It didn't matter if Whumper gave them a key to the outside world and a map to get home. It didn't matter if they opened the door and let them go. Hell, if they told them to go. It didn't even matter if they dropped them off right back in their old bedroom, because they'd still come crawling back to Whumper.

Physical freedom means nothing if your mind is held under lock and key.

And it's just what Whumper wanted.

They've got them.

"Look at you." Whumper cooed as they returned, "Still here. I knew you were too good to run off. I'm so proud of you."

Whumpee felt defeated, and Whumper could see it in their eyes, which just made their next words all the more satisfying to hear

"Why would I go... when I have everything I need right here?"

#this was originally written with Val and Tori but it didn't really fit their dynamic anymore #and there wasn't anything specific about them here #so I just made it a generic whumper/whumpee prompt #also with the sir/ma'am thing does anyone know if there's a gender neutral version of it?#apparently not but like... we have the power to make one up.#whump #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whump things #whump prompt #whump drabble

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