Best part of being in a small fandom is when you’re reading a nasty smutty fanfic on ao3 and you go to hit kudos and you see one of your mutuals’ user names in the kudos list and you’re just like 😈 hehe you were also here. Pervert.

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oozey mess
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
RMH
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Andulka

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Origami Around
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@septima-severa
Best part of being in a small fandom is when you’re reading a nasty smutty fanfic on ao3 and you go to hit kudos and you see one of your mutuals’ user names in the kudos list and you’re just like 😈 hehe you were also here. Pervert.
Random Ghorman headcanon
I like to imagine that Ghorman planet wasn’t completely destroyed in the end. Maybe Galen managed to find more efficient solution for coating the reactor lenses, maybe the mining didn’t go as easily as the Empire would like.
I also like to imagine there was uprising before the total collapse of imperial reign, beginning in Palmo and spreading further.
As a grown up kid that used to be huge history nerd, I would love the Palmo Uprising to be notable historical event, starting with announcement of time in the radio, a routine part of the day in mines. Except, it’s Dreena’s voice and Ghorman rebels seized the main place from which mining is oversaw and took control over the mines during night partisan operation.
Of course, Empire would deploy all the forces to prevent rebels controlling mines any longer and to destroy the rebels. A battle would erupt. Heavy imperial force trying to exterminate the rebels. After few hours, we would hear Dreena broadcasting once again:
“Calling the Ghorman people, Ghorman rebels and Rebel Alliance! Come to the mining site at once —the stormstroopers are trying to slaughter us!”
“We are calling on everything that is Ghorman to come to the aid! The stromtroopers are murdering Ghorman people here!”
Yes. This headcanon of mine was heavily inspired by Battle of Czech Radio in 1945 which marked the beginning of Prague Uprising against Nazi occupation. So - as much for what I think about when taking a shower.
some people don’t deserve fanfics, much less for free.
also even if authors didn’t tag any specific warnings but they used the “creator chose not to use archive warnings” tag, then that is your warning.
“omg you should’ve —” no one forced your entitled ass to read anything. fanfic writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. if you don’t like what you’re reading, quietly leave. ao3 is not an airport. no one cares about your departure so no need to announce it.
Even if AO3 was an airport, nobody still cares about their departure. That they clicked on the story without reading the tags is like people opening a bottle of acid without reading its label information first. Stupid in the lab.
What the heck. I've been complaining that there are not enough colours in MS Word for making notes in my extensive note apparatus for the Director of Advanced Weapons Research series and beyond.
Sure, there aren't if you use the highlight function.
WHY DID I HAVE TO DISCOVER 10 MINUTES AGO THAT THE BACKGROUND COLOUR FUNCTION IS MUCH BETTER FOR MY PURPOSES???!
NOW IT FINALLY RESEMBLES MY FAV POST-IT NOTES!
Nothing Worth Staying For
Thinking about how Orson Krennic is one of those Star Wars characters who basically arrives in canon fully assembled.
We know he came from Lexrul. we know he ended up at the Republic Futures Program on Brentaal. we know he grew into the kind of man who would help build the Death Star.
But what happened in between?
So I wrote a fic about it.
It’s about a kid from Sativran City’s Sixth District, where factory accidents are routine, illness is something you learn to live around, and everyone already knows exactly what your future is supposed to be.
It’s about class, resentment, ambition, and the particular kind of person who decides that if the world refuses to value him, he’ll force the galaxy to.
And maybe most of all, it’s about how the cruelest revenge Krennic ever took on the place that raised him wasn’t what he became.
It was forgetting it existed.
[Ao3 Link]
The Dare (Krennic x wife!reader) (T)
Oh, let's make the story a little more interesting - let's have a beef with Tarkin! A.k.a. when there is a party at the Chandrilan Embassy, Tarkin, Motti and Tagge decide to have some fun on Director Krennic's account. This short stunt takes place before Tarkin's Game. Should I also write the pod race and/or its spicier aftermath?
10 BBY: THE DARE
The Director of Advanced Weapons Research series
For once, there is no smut. Let me rest a little, there are other - steamier - works in progress I need to finish.
If you like my writing, please, consider buying me a coffee. It makes me go with more crazy ideas.
“Like a faithful dog,” Commander Motti gave Krennic a lopsided grin.
It made him to turn towards the man. “She is not a dog,” he bit coldly.
Motti’s grin only widened. “I wonder if she’d be this obedient if I was to wave my fingers at her. Or maybe in her – that should do the trick.”
There were no gloves that would hide Krennic’s joints turning white as he clenched his fist, barely restraining himself from hitting the commander.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tarkin scoffed. “Your two mistresses would hardly appreciate this kind of talk.”
“They’re sisters. Not mine obviously, our family is not sticking to the old ways. And I’ll let you know that we have a rather open relationship,” Motti turned to the Grand Moff.
“And I would rather not see the fight. It might get bloody. And offend our host,” Tarkin hoisted his half-empty glass towards Mon Mothma in polite acknowledgement when the senator looked in their direction.
The closer you got to the men’s position, the more was the uneasiness in your chest growing. The number of imperial insignia displayed on various uniform jackets increased steadily. It was as if the party was maintaining some social segregation: politicians and wives on one side, the officers on the other.
“Gentlemen,” you approached the party perching on the spacious sofa, offering a polite nod.
“Lady Krennic,” Tarkin started with a clipped tone, “we were wondering if you could be of assistance to us. Please, have a seat.” He gestured vaguely, not really caring that you sat down in a safe distance on the opposite side to them. And Mas Amedda did not hide his disdain at that. To avoid the alien’s piercing stare, you trained your eyes on Orson.
read the full story on AO3
François Flameng (French, 1856-1923) - Fête Nocturne
Summary: This is art.
A porn with a smidge of plot where Krennic believes he has all the cards. A Krennic/Kleya fic, ofc. Seven Minutes
There is something truly exciting about being subjected to Kleya’s stare.
He is used to being desired – for his status, for his own sex appeal, it has always been easy to provoke such a response from others. Since his days in the Academy, people have tried to get him for his body or brain, especially now that his influence is no small thing.
The fact is that power is attractive, and that is what he exudes from every inch of his skin. It amuses him that they don’t realize their own attractiveness to him relies entirely on the power he has over them.
Kleya is another story.
A pretty little thing that caught his eye while shopping one afternoon and that he couldn’t stop himself from acquiring her too.
He supposes he was not the first to try it. But he was the one to actually get her. That should imply her happiness or, at least, tenderness.
Her prickly nature makes it impossible.
Krennic has never had a pet before Kleya. He knew that one would demand attention and time that he doesn’t have.
But how can he resist when every time he holds out his hand there’s a chance that it’ll be batted away?
That’s surely the reason why he is here on his knees between her spread legs, caressing her thighs while watching her unbutton that stuffy undershirt.
When your moots have successfully conditioned you to love a rarepair.
"fandom is dying," they whine as they stab artists and writers in the chest with discourse knives and harassment screws. "why isn't anyone making content for me to greedily consume for free as I make the experience worse for them and everyone around me?"
i think the funniest thing rocky does in the phm book is straight-up refuse to believe grace for multiple hours when grace explains relativistic physics. and then finally accepts it in the face of evidence but stays really pissed off about it. i wish we could’ve seen that shit like “where is einstein now, question, rocky just want to talk”
Blood-belly comb jelly my beloved ❤️ 🩸
Meet Lampocteis cruentiventer, the bloodybelly comb jelly. This deep sea ctenophore was first collected in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of San Diego, California, in 1979.
Scientists believe the bloody-belly's red belly helps mask bioluminescent light from the prey it consumes. A predator with a glowing gut could easily become prey.
The genus name Lampocteis derives from the Greek roots for “brilliant comb,” referring to the bright iridescence diffracted from the animal’s comb rows.
Love to sea it 🌊
please check OC sheet for reference before you read! template not mine.
hello PHM fandom :) i was debating whether or not i was going to release this, because this is meant to be a fragment of a much bigger body of work that i plan to work on after i finish the current longfic that i’m writing for another fandom, but what the hell; when filth demands to be written, i must answer its call and deliver accordingly. i’m no good at x reader fics, and i like to have a controlled environment when writing so i used an OC that i’ve had on file since 2020, and tweaked some stuff about her.
this was inspired by a tweet (that i can’t, for the life of me, retrieve anymore) about Eridians having body jewelry as their version of lingerie, AND another post that (i can’t remember if i saw it on here or on twitter) talked about Eridian family crests. these stuck with me and i just had to write something about it.
rating: E (MDNI)
contains: penetrative s e x (p in v), multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, handjob, cunnilingus, overstimulation; (noisy) jewelry as lingerie, established relationship (Ryland is married to OC); post-canon, headcanons about Eridian weddings and matrimonial customs (i’m just making shit up)
summary: whereas humans preferred skimpy pieces of innerwear made of satin, silk, leather, and spandex, Eridians clad themselves with jewels meant to produce dainty clinking sounds to arouse their mate (or mates) and prepare themselves for reproduction.
title is from a Björk song.
two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl 🎏
Tomato frog summoners
Two years later, I've painted tomato frogs (genus Dyscophus) again. The scene changed a little, though.
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sex pollen is OUT, honesty pollen is IN. Expose your characters to alien chemicals that make them actually talk to each other
twist-- what if the pollen does both. so sorry, not only are we in a noncon/dubcon hellscape but THE TRUTH SERUM TROPE IS HERE TOO. gonna take hours for that dick to soften and you're confessing eVERYTHINGGGGG
I have a fic in the works like this with a dash of “very specific memory loss” in it.
Krennic and Kleya fuck like crazy, they share secrets of both the Empire and the Rebellion and after they leave each other they REMEMBER NOTHING of what they said. So, they can’t actually tell anyone about what they learned from their enemy.
Yeah, my friends, I’ll go down with this ship.
Also: Luthen’s reaction knowing his “daughter” is shagging the big bad Imperial and can’t tell him ANYTHING to fuck up with him because she doesn’t remember a thing afterwards.
He’s ready to put a blaster bolt between Krennic’s eyes himself.
Oh, heck yeah, I'm here for Krennic and Kleya spilling their tea and then be like "saw nothing, heard nothing, said nothing" - bring it on, @nymphl
@septima-severa
Sighs. I think that’s my fifth WIP for this ship. I wish I didn’t have to work so I could only work on them and all the putaria (debauchery) I want to write for these two
@nymphl - I'm patient (and reading through my tbr ever so slowly), I can wait for the putaria ;)
I love you weird fanfiction. I love you unpopular kink. I love you unsanitized sex scenes. I love you fics that the mean girls make fun of on twitter. I love you monster fucking. I love you daddy kinks and foot fetishes and water sports. I love you stories about complex human emotions and bad choices with no consequences and characters hurting each other. I love you threesomes or polycules. I love you rare pairs. I love you furry art. I love you dark fantasies. I love you kink that’s so specific and self indulgent it was clearly written just for the person writing it. I love you ships that people think you shouldn’t be allowed to ship. I love you anyone who has the courage to put their art into a public space when that art is weird, or dark, or taboo, or something that will be considered unacceptable by the puritanical fandom police.
i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich
Erotic ramen noodles for dinner it is, then... am I supposed to put also fishnet stockings in the brew?