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Horace Altman’s character development is a wonder. How did this boy go from textbook bully jock to living proof that there is in fact hope for cis men. He used to outlet his insecurities through anger and violence. Now he’s a feminist and openly acknowledges his own shortcomings and strives to be better. Who is he. He needs to be studied.
#Horace Altman my beloved#rangers apprentice#horace altman#ranger's apprentice#Horace appreciation post
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Cowboytober Day 31- "It's a lasso."
Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader
Word counting: 3.9k
Rating: 18+
Warning: Oral (f receiving), fingering, movement restrains, soft face fucking, use of safewords, very slight exhibitionism (aka Jack liking to be observed while getting naked), smoking, slight nipple play, rough sex, aftercare, teasing, Dom!Jack, overstimulation, cum eating my pathetic attempts of made Jack sound southern, high chances of grammatical errors.
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A/N: Yes, this is longer than the damn bible. I can't believe Cowboytober is over (what's the purpose of life now?) and I'm deeply grateful to everyone who read it, y'all have a place in my heart. I'll keep posting Agent Whiskey fics, so everyone is more than welcome to stay here and appreciate the cowboy with me. Feedbacks, DMs or requests are always highly appreciated. Thank y'all so much for the support❤️️.
That was supposed to be a calm Friday afternoon, but of course, life does not always follow as one wants. The old gentleman who was a neighbor to the ranch appeared with his son at the door, asking Jack for help; his cows had broken the fence and were near to the ranch. Promptly, Jack confirmed that would help them and, after Horace, Jack’s beloved black Clydesdale, was saddled and the two dogs Gus, a ten-month-old Bernese Mountain, and Lola, a two-year-old Australian cattle were already excitedly following Jack, they proceeded to catch the cows.
You sat on the porch while watching Jack and both neighbors herding the cattle back to their property. Safe to say that you always had enjoyed watching those kinds of activities, but when your handsome husband was the one doing the job, it was a hundred times more enjoyable to see, especially when he was wearing that all-denim outfit he frequently wore to work around the ranch.
Faster than you expected, almost all the cows were back home, but two of them refused to follow the leading of the dogs or the horses. Noticing that would be a waste of time to try to herd them, Jack went back home to grab his lasso.
Once in front of the house, Jack easily got off Horace and walked inside the ranch. No more than two minutes later he was back with his lasso in one hand while straightening his hat. When he was about to get back on his horse, you approached him with a playful expression.
“Jack” you called and he promptly turned to look at you with a soft smile.
“Yes, honey?” he questioned laying one hand on your waist.
“I was just wondering how much I would have to beg for you to tie me with this lasso.” Immediately Jack’s grip on your waist tightened and you could see the devilish smirk forming on his lips. He leaned slightly towards your face, looking at your mouth for a moment, then back at your eyes.
“Just wait ‘till we’re done with the cattle, and I’ll show why you shouldn’t tease a cowboy while he’s working, sugar.” He winked at you and got mounted on Horace again, leading to what he had to do, and praying for the god he didn’t believe to the effect of your words on him wasn’t visible on the fly of his jeans.
Your attention remained fixed on Jack, admiring how easily he manipulated his lasso even while riding a horse. With the agility of one who had done that throughout his whole life, Jack lassoed the two remaining cows, helping the neighbors to take them back. After a lot of acknowledgments and a very brief conversation, the other men led back home, while Jack unsaddled Horace and released him to the field, then walked towards the house, more precisely towards you, with his rolled-up lasso hanging on his arm.
“That was very unpolite of you, little lady.” He said at the moment he stood in front of you, caressing your cheek and grabbing your hand, walking inside home with you.
“I was just curious.” You answered with a smile, frowning when, while passing through the living room, Jack grabbed your one-liter bottle of water “What is that for?”
“Oh, trust me, once I got done with you, you’ll need that, honeybee.” You could only bite your lip while following him without questioning. Once in the bedroom, Jack sat on the edge of the bed with you mounted on his lap, calmly getting you rid of your clothes, and placing his hands on your waist once he was done. “First things first, are we keeping our usual safe codes for this one?” after you nodded your agreement, Jack smirked, promptly entering the mood for the adventure about to come.
With no rush at all, Jack placed you on your back on the bed, lassoing your wrists together and tying your hands above your head on the headboard, making sure that the knot was tight but not enough to hurt you. The only thing you could do was observe his every move with full attention, already feeling pathetically turned on, still not fully believing that you were finally being tied up by your handsome cowboy.
From all the things you imagined Jack would do after got you restrained, the last one you expected was what he really did. You watched with a slight frown as he picked up his lighter and a cigarette, resting one hand on his hips once the cigarette was lighted, observing you with a calm expression.
“Now, what I’m going to do with you, sugar?” His voice came out neutral as he walked around the bed, taking a slow drag of his cigarette.
“I have a ton of suggestions.” You answered with your gaze fixed on him.
“I know you do.” He chuckled and shook his head, stopping on the bed foot “But I’m afraid we have different plans here.” Jack walked around the bed and sat next to you, planting his free hand on your thigh “Look, darlin’, you haven’t been precisely well-behaved earlier, and I shouldn’t be too generous with you.” As he spoke, his hand moved up your body, rubbing your lower stomach softly and moving further, until his fingertips were caressing your breast “Problem is that having you so worked up just for being tied, I can’t help myself.” Jack chuckled as he heard the first quiet moan coming from you as he slowly rubbed and pinched your nipple.
“Jack…” you mumbled looking at him with a pleading expression, involuntarily pulling your hands, sighing when the rope just pressed your wrists.
“Easy, sweetheart.” He smirked while moving his hand to your other breast “We’re in no rush here.”
“I can disagree on infinite levels about the rush.” You said while squirming on the bed as his fingers worked on your hard nipple.
“Y’really don’t know how to wait do ya?” Jack shook his head with a smirk, taking another drag of his cigarette before letting it sit on the ashtray on the nightstand.
Calmly, Jack grabbed your hips and turned you to lay on your stomach, spreading your legs and kneeling between them. Both of his hands rested on the mattress close to the sides of your body, and he leaned his body forward, kissing the back of your neck slowly, exhaling slowly just for you to feel his breath against your skin.
You closed your eyes, squirming once more, feeling shivers all over your body caused by both his warm kisses and the feeling of the cold metal of the buttons of his denim jacket tickling your back. Involuntarily you moved your hips, moaning quietly when you accidentally touched his fly with your needy core, and without a second thought, you did it again, moaning louder this time with the feeling of the harsh fabric of his jeans rubbing against your cunt.
“Not that easy, love.” Jack laughed and grabbed your hips, preventing you from moving again.
“Daniels!” you complained and sighed, looking at him over your shoulder.
“You’re complaining without even knowing what’re my next plans.” He said while turning you on the bed again.
For your total desperation for more, Jack placed his lips on your neck, kissing your skin with no hurry while his hands caressed your sides. You could only contort and pull your hands as he moved further, taking his time while licking and lightly nibbling your nipples, only making you more miserably needy and almost regretting having put so much power and control on his teasing hands.
Once he got down only to kiss your stomach cruelly slowly, you were moving and whimpering in a mix of satisfaction and impatience, keeping constantly pulling your tied wrists, until, somehow, one of your hands got free from the lasso. Jack looked up with a raised eyebrow and shook his head with a smug smirk.
“I knew you were thirsty, but not at that point, sweetheart.” He said while getting out of the bed and approaching the headboard, calmly grabbing your hand and putting it back together with your other hand, tying it once more. “You better not get loose again.” You didn’t know what were his plans behind that phrase, but now you wanted to untie yourself again just to see where it would lead.
Back on the bed, Jack resumed his task of ruining your patience and rational thoughts, kissing your skin more slowly than ever, planting a few soft hickeys and nibbles on the sides of your hips before settling between your legs, kissing from your inner knees to that sensitive spot on your inner thighs, a few inches away from your pussy, enjoying the desperate moves of your hips, trying to get some relief.
Keeping his tranquility, Jack moved one hand between your legs, softly moving his fingertips over your outer lips, taking a satisfied sight out of you and another failed try of freeing your hands. While holding one of your legs to keep them spread open, he moved his fingers through your inner lips, provoking a louder sonorous response from you as he approached your most sensitive parts.
With a small crumb of generosity, Jack finally got further, circling your soaked entrance, you whimpered with the warm feeling of his rough digits caressing you, arching your back slightly and trying to move your hips further. Without you having the time to foresee it, Jack slid two fingers inside you, smirking as he felt you pulsing around him, and calmly started to move his hand, slightly curling his fingers just to mess with you a bit. And it worked damn well. Thanks to your desperately needy state, his slow fingering was more than enough for you to moan, and felt your pussy clenching involuntarily, not to mention that the man knew very well what he was doing.
As he started to notice you getting more relaxed on the bed, Jack took the next step, licking your clit with no pre-warning, making your back arch as you once more pulled your hands, at that point without care with the high possibility of your wrists end up with the mark of his lasso. You raised your head from the pillow just to take a look at that view, as if just using that all-denim outfit wasn’t enough to make him look immeasurably hot, Jack saw no problem in sinking his face between your legs while wearing that, doing unspeakable things for your libido.
You didn’t bother to try to keep calm or hold back, just moaning loudly and squeezing his head between your thighs, as you tightened his fingers inside you and felt your clit throbbing a lot against his tongue. With the passing time being married to him, you had learned how to deal with Jack’s advanced skills on cunnilingus, managing to not be about to come in least than five minutes, but when he decided to join his abilities with unfair teasing, your resistance was turned into a joke, precisely as it was happening on that moment. You just savored every sensation you were able to notice, feeling your heart beating fast, a few drops of sweat on your back and temples, and your womb reacting more to all of that at each passing minute. You whined and choked on your breath while your whole body tensed up and then melted on the bed as you got taken by an intense orgasm, having some little spasms during the process. With a satisfied smile, Jack got to sit on the bed, admiring you all boneless as he pulled his fingers off you, savoring your taste on his fingers.
Once your senses were in their place again, you opened your eyes to take a look at what was going on when you noticed Jack moving out of the bed and, for your positive surprise, you found him kicking his boots to the side while taking off his jacket. Realizing he had your attention, Jack didn’t rush on what he was doing, keeping his glance on you as he started to open the buttons of his shirt with all the tranquility one could have, and it certainly awakened something in you; the joint of his hands working and the result of this work being his skin getting uncovered was making you thirst for him once again, even that your legs still were heavy from your recent orgasm. When Jack got done with his shirt and started to work on his belt buckle, you had abandoned your dignity and were contorting on the bed and unceasingly trying to move your tied hands while staring at his every move, as if you had never seen him naked before.
After what seemed an eternity for your thirsty self, your handsome man was finally totally undressed and took the first step to approach the bed, making you move suddenly and bit your bottom lip as you realized you had, somehow, untied your hands again.
“Now this is gettin’ way outta hand, sugar.” Jack shook his head, chuckling softly, at all he wasn’t expecting you to achieve such a feat twice on the same day.
Jack stood next to the bed, resting on of his knees on the mattress as he finished undoing the knot on his lasso, and the most you were attracted to him doing anything with a lasso, you couldn’t focus on anything more while having that astonishing erection just a few inches away from your face, so without a second thought, you leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock, catching him hundred percent unprepared for that, resulting in a surprised groan coming from him and one of his hands grabbing the headboard tight as he looked down at you.
“Tsk, tsk, someone is gettin’ way too naughty for ma taste.” Regardless of his remark, he didn’t stop you, brushing a few strands of your hair back to take a better look at your face, letting out a heavy breath as you moved slightly further. “I wasn’t plannin’ that, but now you made me tempted.” Slowly he moved his hips back, until his cock was out of your mouth, proceeding to cup your face and rub your bottom lip with his thumb “It’s okay for you if got into your pretty mouth?” he had barely finished the question and you were already nodding “Words, my love.”
“Yes.” You answered solicitously “Please.”
“Very well.”
With a noticeable smirk on his lips, Jack moved to the bed, straddling your upper body, being careful not to let his body weight on you, while untangling your hands from the lasso so you could sign if you wanted him to stop at any moment. Softly, he grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger, running his tongue over his lips as you opened your mouth and let your tongue stick out. Jack placed his cock on top of your tongue and slowly moved into your mouth, moaning quietly once your lips were wrapped around him, sinking one of his hands into your hair and caressing your scalp as he started to move his hips, thrusting in your mouth on a steady calm pace. You couldn’t help your moan, feeling your cunt throbbing at his every move, such as your mouth getting watered, making his cock more drooled every time Jack slid himself back inside.
Fair to say that both of you were aroused on almost unbearable levels, because, if Jack was loving the vision of your taking his cock in such goodwill and seeming so pleased for doing it, your libido was once again unfairly attacked with the incredible sight of him looking so dominant straddling you and looking into your eyes while fucking your mouth, and the safety of knowing that even on a position that gave him unrestrainedly power over you, Jack would never try or trespass your boundaries just provided you with tranquility and relaxation to enjoy the moment without having to worry about anything else, but the feeling of his twitching cock making your mouth filled.
The most he was loving every second of that, Jack wasn’t planning to come at that moment, and it would unquestionably happen if he remained any longer enjoying the fabulous feeling of your warm mouth accommodating his cock so well, so he needed to move his hips back, pulling out of your mouth the slowest possible, grinning when you leaned your head to give a last suck on the tip of his length before let him go. Jack dismounted of you and turned his attention on tying your hands again, this time being less gentle and restraining your hands firmly than before with a slip knot, making sure to tie the ends of the rope together so the only way you would get rid was if he released you or if the headboard was brooked.
“Honestly, sugar, an untamed horse is easier to tie than you.” Jack mocked while moving back to the bed, making you laugh while he was settling next to you.
“Maybe it’s just your knots that are not that good.” You couldn’t help but tease him.
“If you manage to untie yourself this time, I may agree with this affirmation.” He said calmly and leaned to kiss you as one of his hands moved down your body. He smirked against your lips once his fingers were between your legs and only then he realized your soaked state. “Seems that someone enjoyed having her mouth full.” Before you could retort, Jack already had turned you on the bed, letting you lay on your stomach and putting a pillow under your hips, pushing your legs apart and placing himself between them. “Let’s see watcha feeling when your pretty pussy is the one fulfilled.”
Once more you didn’t have the chance of came up with one of your usual sharped teasing answers, because the only thing your mind could process was the feeling of Jack doing exactly as he said, burring every inch of his cock inside you, making you squirm and pull your hands, feeling the tight rope rub on the skin of your wrists. Without ceremony, Jack braced himself in one elbow, leaning forward so his chest was pressed against your back, while he caressed your hips with his free hand, then, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder, he started to slam his hips against you, making you whine and sank your face on the pillow, moving your hands and hips involuntarily as if it would help you deal with the almost overwhelming feeling of him so comfortingly lying on top of your as he railed you relentlessly.
You tried to focus on the warmth of his mouth as he kissed, nibbled, and sucked from your jaw to your shoulder and back, but nothing was helping you to keep your cool. His restless thrusts, your desperate wish to squeeze or scratch something that you were unable to fulfill, and the rubbing of your clit against the pillow under your hips caused by your involuntary moves and Jack’s intense pace were surely working well together to end up with any self-control you could have.
So, if you can’t defeat your enemy, then you join with them.
You stopped trying to rationalize anything at that moment and let yourself go, enjoying how your body got more taken by the pure intense pleasure you were feeling and paying attention to all the things you could: the good feeling of your husband’s body all over you, the way his mustache and breath tickled the skin of your neck, your sensitive hard nipples rubbing against the bedsheet, your throbbing clit rubbing a lot against the pillow, your cunt clenching hardly around his cock. Everything felt so intense and so good, in a way you didn’t remember to have ever felt, so, when that tension on your lower stomach became more pronounceable, you just focused on feeling it blossoming into another breathtaking orgasm, making your legs tremble as you were almost screaming.
While you still were highly boozed on your post-climax, Jack moved away from you for a moment, just to turn you on the bed and let you lay on your back. On a gentle pace, he moved inside you again, cupping your cheek and kissing you passionately, resulting in your lazy body starting to react more intensively.
“Gimme another one, sugar.” Jack mumbled without moving his mouth off yours, still kissing you and mercilessly moving his free hand to touch your clit. You arched your back, moving your hips against him, aware that it wouldn’t take too much for you to come again.
Contorting and moving your arms the most you could while being tied, you felt that tension starting to grow once more in your womb as you whimpered and squeezed Jack’s cock inside you more and more. Being a total mess of irregular breath and incomprehensible whispers, you hit another orgasm, this time getting boneless with it. Taken aback by the beautiful scene of his wife so out of her mind due to pleasure, Jack allowed himself to go, keeping his lips glued on yours and his hands all over your body, filling you with his warm seed.
You got slightly confused when Jack moved away, only understanding what was his goal when you felt his tongue sinking on your entrance, savoring every single drop of your mixed tastes. The most you loved everything he was capable of with his mouth, you couldn’t take anything else at that moment, so, at the very moment you felt his attention moving to your hipper-sensitive clit, you had to prevent him from going further.
“Red.” Faster than the blink of an eye, Jack moved to your side after hearing the safeword.
“You’re okay, my love?” he questioned while caressing your face.
“Yes, I just can't take it anymore.” Jack nodded and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, already in the aftercare mood.
Carefully he unrestrained your wrists and only then did you realize how heavy and tired your arms were feeling, aware that you’d be sore next morning. Knowing that you were too drained to get out of bed, Jack walked to the bathroom, coming back probably less than a minute later, sitting on the bed, gently moving your legs apart, and taking a relieved sigh from you as you felt the fresh wet towel calming your highly sensitive core. When you were cleaned, once more surprising you with how attentive he could be, Jack softly massaged your already slightly sored arms with something that you recognized by the scent a few seconds later as muscle pain ointment. With that done too, he helped you sit on the bed, grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand and patiently holding it while you drank. At the moment you were satisfied, Jack moved back to lay by your side, tenderly pulling you close and smiling when you got nestled, laying your head on his chest.
“After all that, I’ll be used as your pillow too?” he joked in a soft tone, caressing your hair.
“Thanks to you I’m exhausted, so yes.” You answered with your eyes closed.
“Fair enough.” He smiled and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead.
Cowboytober Masterlist
A/N: Now I'll go cry 'cause I'm already missing Cowboytober.
#kinktober#kinktober 2023#agent whiskey#agent whiskey fic#agent whiskey x reader#agent whiskey x you#jack daniels#jack whiskey daniels#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#kingsman: the golden circle#pedrostories
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CPC CHAPTER 158
With each chapter updated, the more I sob to my cat (while wearing my plaid clothes of course)
Also this post is going to be long because I love psychology so much.
Tw: mentions of un-aliving oneself
Lorzanna fighting alongside each other....... that is the most badass way to say "we're girlfriends"
Lorena using the chains as whips and Suzanna doing fencing style!! THEM. I NEED MORE OF THEM.
Medic Syrah! It's like one of those I things I never know I want until I get it.
Aww Orson and Monika holding the portcullis together <3 they're so strong???
Frederick telling Syrah step by step on how to do first aid <3
Also, Frederick using his strategy skill!! He can finally show his talent for Leland to see >:D or, uh, not really since Leland is not currently in the room but ANYWAY
Beckett..Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.... Man got snitched and I'm having second hand embarrassment 💀💀 well he won't be Pastel Top 1 guard but at least he can be with Maria. Oh yeah finally!! He knows who the real Maria is!! I hope he won't forget when he's back conscious tho.
Fellas, let's give appreciation to our guard homies Horace and Old guard (he still needs a name)
Also may I just say Maria looks GORGEOUS in this panel?? HER HER HER??? Also her starting to wonder why Frederick is against the Plaid kingdom?? IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER Y'ALL.
I went from "Lance!! :D" to "Lance :'(" because damn...DAMN??? Bro tbh I'm relieved the gala foreshadowing is him getting hit on the head and not gettint CHOPPED but on the other hand DAMN. The commander did NOT have to do that DAMN. The blunt head trauma??? What if he hit head when he fell?? "So he won't hurt himself" my foot BRUH. I just checked again and HE HIT HIS HEAD. Bro is gonna get a concussion.
Also his face is still bleeding out. In case someone, uh, forgot.
Go Lorena and Suzie go help him! I know what he did was horrible but he's trying!!
Confrontation Time Yayyy...
Blaine. Blaine bro. Stop. Just. Okay there is a lot of childhood issues to be unpacked here. But you know what before talking to him before telling him what he should do maybe we should all just. Let him relax, for awhile. I mean ngl he looks awful, and I'm not trying to be mean here but he and Frederick clearly needs professional help. But let's unpack them one by one. Let's start with the pianist.
(Disclamier: I am not a professional. I am simply telling you my opinion in this post)
Holy shit. Someone give him a break. Give him lots of sleep. Anything to make this boy relax. Let me just say this right away, golden child syndrome. I'm blaming all of these shit on Leland. Y'all our lesson today is: don't put too much pressure on a child, don't compare your children to each other, and accept your child however they are. Please y'all this has happen too much. A child is smart and they achieves lots of things, then makes that their only reason of living, the only reason they are loved. That's horrible. In Blaine's case, I think he feels as if those achievements, those trophies, are a way to validate his life. It's like he cannot fail because if he fails automatically he disappoints everyone including himself.
We know that he has been 'thriving' since he was child. Let's say approximately since he was uhh 9 years old? That would be 12 years of intense hardwork hell sugarcoated by the paradise of 'winning'. Once again, not exactly the best childhood ever. Not to mention, does he even have any friends? We have never seen him mention any. So we can say that he doesn't have any support outside of him being 'perfect' (well, until Maria at least, but that was pretty short-lived :')
At this point I won't even be surprised if the reason he has been doing self care is only so that he looks good as a model and so that people love him.
Man, he needs intense reality check. Also I'm like 99% sure he definitely doesn't want to kill Frederick. The event of him and Lance beating the shit out of the bullies still live in my head rent free. Bro is VERY confused with his life right now and needs help.
Let's move on to the youngest now
Right of the bat I'm going to say:
Scapegoat child, self esteem issues, possibility of depression, and uh we're gonna have to add this now... possibility of being suicidal. Alright.
What is a scapegoat child? A scapegoat child is the child who is pretty much blamed for everything and takes attention of the center of the problem, if that makes sense. As far as I know, this is the child who recognize the actual problems in the family, and is the one to break the cycle of abuse. These children are the opposite of the golden child. And you know what it makes sense that both of them are in the same household. If there is a golden child to praise and give attention to, then there is the scapegoat who is blamed and left out. That is what Frederick is in his family.
Self esteem issues. This boy has been told he is pathetic, weak, useless, and all of those words for his entire life, to the point he actually believe that those words are his entire personality.
Now, I'm not gonna straight up say he is suicidal, though we have an evidence in the panel here. But if we look at the past chapters, he doesn't exactly actively try to die. Those moments where he fell of the Pastel hills are accidents. But we can also say that the suicidal thoughts just came recently. Especially considering what is happening lately. Being trapped in a deep hole with little to no socialization can really do some things to you...even if you're an introvert. We are social creatures. As much as we say we hate chatting with people, we also don't want to be alone with no social communication our entire life now, do we?
Anyway, I'm going to suggest this, there is a chance that Frederick probably has what is called passive suicidal ideation. He doesn't actively try to die, but he wouldn't care if he die. But I'm a little conflicted on this one. Maybe someone else who is better at this field of study can help me?
We can also assume that Frederick told Blaine to kill him out of desperation. There are lots of possibilities that I hope Lambcat will explore more in the future.
Also his coping mechanism of escaping reality is something to watch out for since he has shown signs of not being able to differentiate between reality and fantasy
Now, I just want to say that there is a chance that I'm heavily wrong here. But I'm just stating my opinion and I'm not trying to offend anyone. If there is something wrong in what I wrote please do tell me.
Okay, let's move on to the next scene now—
NAH BLAINE SWINGING THAT SWORD 💀💀 Bro is clearly so stressed istg. C'mon Blaine the curse tattoo doesn't look THAT bad. It looks aight if you ask me. I would even say it's unique.
Yeahhh! What Whitney said! Lmao I'm so sorry but this scene reminds me of Steven Universe and Spinel. Whitney just wanna talk it out :') he has changed so much from his old self.
YOOOO ALL THE ELDEST SIBLINGS ARE GIVING BLAINE A REALITY CHECK. Maria, Whitney, Calpernia. Snap outta it Blaine please.
"I'd like to cut in" Goals. I do also want to start my battle by saying a pun. I can't wait for Prez vs Blaine!! It's going to be sick.
THE MAIDS. HOLY MOLY (haha get it?). Of course they also have weapons. It makes sense considering how protective Jack is! Also
Was. Was the cleaver not enough? Lol 💀
I am even more hyped for Leland vs The maids!
Well, that's it for now. That was a long ass post lmao. I'm gonna go back to class.
Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)
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Curazio Horsecollar appreciation post.
And one wholesome hug from cousin Horace.
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Halloween + contentloadingandstuff's first birthday!
Hello everybody!
It's the spooky season again, and the weather of Kraków matches it perfectly - cold, windy and raining. Let's keep in mind that Halloween is not just a silly time for collecting candy and carving pumpkins (in a few countries of the world) - it's the international commemoration date of horror as a genre. Horror formally existed since 1765, and began with the novel Castle Of Otranto by Horace Walpole, an English writer and aristocrat.
The 31st of October is the perfect opportunity to appreciate this long legacy of terrors, don't you think?
So - what's your favorite piece of horror media? Comment down below!
Now for the second anniversary - the first birthday of this blog. I wasn't actually aware of this being the case, but Tumblr was nice enough to fill that gap in my knowledge. So, what happened in the first year of contentloadingandstuff? Let's look at some statistics.
18582 notes recieved.
373 total posts, 124 of them being stories of various kinds.
On contentloadingandstuff the top genre is smut, numbering 40 posts. Fluff follows up with 36. Next are the AU posts - 16 posts strong. Painful angst contains 13 posts. Hurt/comfort and whump strike a balance, both at 8 pieces of content.
248 replies to your asks.
The most popular post of all time is "Helping Ganyu with her heat!" at 541 notes.
And, of course, 756 of you wonderful people decided to follow the blog.
What can I say, really? Thank you - for reading, for commenting, for sending ideas, and to some of you - for becoming my friends. I don't know what else to say...
On these to occasions, I will treat myself to a small pizza and a bottle of green Lipton, as well as some Layers Of Fear gameplay.
🕷️Happy Halloween!🕷️
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My Voting Record (US Democratic Primaries: 1844-2024):
1844 Democratic Primaries: Martin Van Buren
1848 Democratic Primaries: George Dallas
1852 Democratic Primaries: William O. Butler
1856 Democratic Primaries: N/A (No candidate sounds very good)
1860 Democratic Primaries: N/A (No candidate sounds good)
1864 Democratic Primaries: N/A (No candidate sounds very good).
1868 Democratic Primaries: James E. English
1872 Democratic Primaries: N/A (Democrats supported the Liberal Republicans that year. Their primary is in my Third party primaries notes).
1876 Democratic Primaries: Samuel Tilden
1880 Democratic Primaries: N/A (None of the candidates sound very good, honestly).
1884 Democratic Primaries: Grover Cleveland
1888 Democratic Primaries: Grover Cleveland
1892 Democratic Primaries: Horace Boies
1896 democratic Primaries (Top Four):
1. William Jennings Bryan
2. Richard P. Bland
3. Horace Boies
4. Henry Teller
1900 Democratic Primaries: William Jennings Bryan
1904 Democratic Primaries (Top Two):
1. Alton B. Parker
2. Nelson A. Miles
1908 Democratic Primaries: William Jennings Bryan
1912 Democratic Primaries: Judson Harmon
1916 Democratic Primaries: N/A (although I like Woodrow Wilson's fashion sense, he's also a rascist eugenicist. I can't support him).
1920 Democratic Primaries (Top Two):
1. Thomas R. Marshall
2. Al Smith
1924 Democratic Primaries (Top Three):
1. Al Smith
2. Robert L. Owen
3. Oscar Underwood (mostly just because he hated the KKK)
1928 Democratic Primaries: Al Smith
1932 Democratic Primaries: Al Smith
1936 Democratic Primaries: Upton Sinclair (my protest vote against Roosevelt from the left. How I wish Huey Long could have ran that year…)
1940 Democratic Primaries: Franklin D. Roosevelt
1944 Democratic Primaries: Franklin D. Roosevelt
1948 Democratic Primaries: Harry Truman (although I wish Henry Wallace was one of the candidates).
1952 Democratic Primaries (Top Two Candidates):
1. G. Mennen Williams
2. Estes Kefauver
1956 Democratic Primaries: Estes Kefauver
1960 Democratic Primaries: Wayne Morse
1964 Democratic Primaries: Lyndon B. Johnson
1968 Democratic Primaries: Eugene McCarthy
1972 Democratic Primaries (Top Five Candidates):
1. George McGovern
2. Shirley Chisholm
3. Hubert Humphrey
4. Patsy Mink
5. Terry Sanford
1976 Democratic Primaries (Top Three Candidates):
1: Frank Church
2: Mo Udall
3: Fred Harris
1980 Democratic Primaries: Jimmy Carter (my beliefs might be closer to Ted Kennedy, but I hate the Kennedy Clan. Except Eunice. Eunice is fine).
1984 Democratic Primaries (My Top Three Candidates):
1. Jesse Jackson
2. George McGovern
3. Walter Mondale
1988 Democratic Primaries (my top two candidates):
1. Jesse Jackson
2. Paul Simon
1992 Democratic Primaries: Tom Harkin
1996 Democratic Primaries: Nobody (I hate Bill Clinton)
2000 Democratic Primaries: Bill Bradley
2004 Democratic Primaries (Top Three Candidates):
1. Dennis Kucinich
2. Carol Moseley Braun
3. A tie between Al Sharpton and Howard Dean
2008 Democratic Primaries: John Edwards
2012 Democratic Primaries: Barack Obama
2016 Democratic Primaries: Bernie Sanders (I'd have taken Martin O'Malley too though)
2020 Democratic Primaries (Top Four Candidates):
1. Bernie Sanders
2. Elizabeth Warren
3. Tom Steyer
4. Marianne Williamson (She is definitely weird and new agey, but Wikipedia's summary of her policies don't sound too bad)
2024 Democratic Primaries: Marianne Williamson (I don't expect her to win at all, but I appreciate the challenge to Biden from the left. Remind him the progressive wing is still alive. Also, screw RFK Jr. I hate all the Kennedys. Except Eunice. She made the special Olympics; she can stay.)
PS: I made one of these for the Republican Primaries too. I might post that later.
#I wrote multiple choices sometimes#Because there were multiple I liked#us politics#politics#my voting record#If I were american or alive then#autism#asd#adhd#neurodivergent#my random thoughts#usa#america#random thoughts
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Hello there ^^ have you posted the list of books you're reading before by curiosity? If not would you mind sharing? I'm curious, if that's ok with you!
For those who haven’t seen this post, one of my New Year’s Resolutions is to finish my reading list. I picked 32 books/ stories from recs, classics, and titles which interested me. This is listed in ascending order, with my faovrites italicized (｀・ω・´)
I hope this satisfies your curiosity, Anonie!! I enjoyed most of the stories, and I’m excited that this resolution is almost complete. Pls excuse my ramblings bc I couldn’t help adding some subjective comments for each story :>
Edit:: Resolution accomplished!! The final three book reviews have been added~
♡ The Blue Bird by Maurice Maeterlinck
It’s the only playwriting script on my list, and I can only imagine how visually exciting the stage performance must be. I learned about this story from @/mcdonaldsnumberone :3
♡ The Steadfast Tin Soldier by Hans Christian Andersen
This ended up on my list bc of Scaramouche. Need I say more??
♡ A Long Fatal Love Chase by Louisa May Alcott
Aahhh this was so exciting to read. After rooting for the heroine’s liberation, I am both sad and awed by the ending. You can thank @/bye-bye-sunbird for this amazing rec (◍•ᴗ•◍)
♡ Poetic Fragments of Sappho (translated by Julia Dubnoff)
The emotions, the imagery, the references to Greek mythology *sobs* Sappho’s poetry is so intimate and beautiful, and I will be the first to cry if more fragments are discovered one day.
♡ We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
I appreciated the story more after reading the literary analyses. It’s pretty good.
♡ Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
I was curious about Murakami’s work due to his popularity. I liked his writing style in Document 1, but I couldn’t properly appreciate the story bc of the male-gazey parts.
♡ The Hand of the Enemy by Kerima Polotan
Polotan’s writing style is *chef’s kiss.* I think she did a good job at explaining “the political is personal” through her characters.
♡ The Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft
I’m not personally into Lovecraft’s writing style so I think I’ll stick to the summaries. It was nice to learn more about cosmic horror through the source material.
♡ Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
The book isn’t my type, so I have no comments.
♡ Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu
There are so many quotes which made me squeal as a yandere writer, and I can always appreciate a wlw vampire story. It inspired me to write for Yandere! Vampire Pantalone ( ´ཀ` )
♡ Heartless by Marissa Meyer
I love the whimsical writing style and Alice in Wonderland references. The food descriptions are so wonderfully written.
♡ Love and Olives by Jenna Evans Welch
My new favorite book by the author. Generally, I love how she writes about family, romance, and tourism. It helps that this specific story has connections to Greek mythology ✧˖°
♡ Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
A good satirical take on Gothic novels!! It was easy for me to fall in love with Austen’s writing and the character of Henry Tilney.
♡ Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
I don’t plan to read the sequels, but I did enjoy Anne’s sense of imagination.
♡ The Turn of the Screw by Henry James
This book isn’t my type so I don’t have much to say about it ^^;
♡ Spells for Lost Things by Jenna Evans Welch
Another wonderful story by the author. I love the magic and mystery in it.
♡ My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier
After falling in love with Rebecca, I had to check this out and now the author’s other works are in my next reading list. Simply put, I adored this.
♡ Creepover: It Spells Z-O-M-B-I-E! by P.J. Night
I read this out of nostalgia for the series and was utterly disappointed. It lacks many of the traits which made the other Creepover books so enjoyable to my younger self -.-
♡ The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell
Honestly, what can I say?? Just read the story and see for yourself ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
♡ The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole
Another story which I can’t rlly comment on since the writing style isn’t my type.
♡ The Doll Factory by Elizabeth Macneal
The horror and aesthetics is so artfully written, and Silas is an excellent example of an utterly despicable antagonist. I couldn’t stop reading until I reached the end.
♡ Circus of Wonders by Elizabeth Macneal
The freakshow/ circus setting offers a different morbid aesthetic. I can’t wait to read Macneal’s future works >:3
♡ You’ve Reached Sam by Dustin Thao
A good story about grief. It has a brilliant detail about how Sam’s calls affect the heroine’s communication with other people. I do think the story would’ve been better if it were longer.
♡ And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
An excellent murder mystery which made me go “?!! :0” when the culprit was revealed.
♡ Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao
I subscribed to the author’s YouTube channel, so I was naturally curious about this. I liked the mecha concept and historical references, but I have to agree with some of the negative reviews. The fact that I’m not into scifi also influenced my capacity to enjoy this book.
♡ A Wilderness of Sweets by Gilda Cordero-Fernando
Mere words cannot describe how good and sad this story is ;-;
♡ Grimms’ Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm
All those fairytales + the writing inspiration it gave me……..*rubs hands evilly*
♡ Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor by Xiran Jay Zhao
Again, I can’t say much about this book since I’m not into scifi + I’m not the target audience. I will say that I liked it more than Iron Widow due to the historical trivia, contemporary setting, and creative premise.
♡ Bone China by Laura Purcell
I am officially a fan of the author and I can’t wait to read her other works. More Gothic horror, here we go ٩( ᐛ )و
♡ Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
I now understand why @/diodellet and a book heroine cried reading this. Props to the author for the effective changes in writing style!!
♡ Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
It’s a good story but honestly not my type. There were times I found it hard to read but that might be due to the long paragraphs :T
♡ Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone by Benjamin Stevenson
Another excellent mystery novel!! I like the self-aware protagonist, Knox’s Commandments, and the attention-catching title >:3
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Slither In Fest Masterpost
Huge applause and thanks to all of our lovely participants these past few months! We were not expecting such a wonderful response and we’ve enjoyed seeing each and every one of your entries.
Submissions are now CLOSED, and anyone seeking to complete an outstanding prompt should contact us through Tumblr or on discord at Voldemort’s Bathtub (18+).
Thank you all for appreciating Bottom Tom | Voldemort with us! We may host this event again in the future, so feel free to keep an eye out for announcements (maybe next year).
Special thanks again to @dividawrites for providing our banner art, and to eleven_eaves, who does not have Tumblr but deserves your appreciation nonetheless.
Please see below the cut for a master list of all works posted to the collection!
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Till Death Do Us Part by Divida
Explicit | Abraxas Malfoy / Tom Riddle | 3,577 words
Tags: Major Character Death, Manipulative Tom Riddle, Unhealthy Relationships, Lethal Relationships, Murder, Murder Kink, Bottom Tom Riddle, POV Tom Riddle, First Time, Porn With Plot, Psychopath Tom Riddle
Summary:
Tom decides to get married at the age of eighteen, right after he graduates from Hogwarts. But it doesn't mean he's planning to stay married.
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Joke Was On Me by FiendishFyre
Explicit | Orion Black / Tom Riddle | 10,171 words
Tags: Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Teen Pregnancy, Single Parents, Timeline What Timeline, Sane Tom Riddle
Summary:
Single parent Tom Riddle, knocked up when he was a teen.
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sex and candy by vocatives
Explicit | Horace Slughorn / Tom Riddle | 2,454 words
Tags: Underage, Teacher-Student Relationship, Age Difference, Cross-Generation Relationship, Porn Without Plot, Dubious Consent
Summary:
“I have a position to uphold,” Horace protested. “I would never wish to be accused of impropriety.”
“A shame, sir,” said Riddle. “My plans for you were most improper.”
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Changeling by Phantomato
Explicit | Voldemort / Tom Riddle | 5,628 words
Tags: Pre-First Wizarding War, Helga Hufflepuff’s Cup, 1970s, POV Voldemort, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Dysfunction, Watersports
Summary:
It’s 1970. Voldemort should be starting a war. He gets fucked by himself, instead.
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Arranged by Chelonie
Explicit | Lucius Malfoy / Tom Riddle | 3,760 words
Tags: Arranged Marriage, Top Lucius Malfoy, Honeymoon, Kissing, Sub Lucius Malfoy, Dom Tom Riddle, Wedding, Wedding Night
Summary:
Lucius Malfoy graduates from Hogwarts and expects to be married to Narcissa Black in a month - only to find that all of his plans have been upended and he's to be married to the mysterious dark wizard Tom Riddle. This man has power over everyone in his parents' generation, but to his surprise, his husband is a bottom, making the wedding night nothing like Lucius expects.
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turning point by pwplicity (duplicity)
Explicit | Tom Riddle / Lord Voldemort | 8,724 words
Tags: Underage, Multiverse, Trans Tom Riddle, Master of Death Voldemort, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Double Penetration, Hemipenes, Breeding Kink, Selfcest
Summary:
Voldemort finds his younger self working in a Muggle bar, of all places.
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last rites by eleven_eaves
Explicit | Harry Potter / Tom Riddle, Horcrux / Harry Potter | 5,162 words
Tags: Major Character Death, Dubious Consent, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Battle of Hogwarts, Sentient Scar Horcrux, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Seduction, Soulmates - Kind Of, Manipulative Tom Riddle
Summary:
Harry has an hour before he walks to his death in the Forbidden Forest. The horcrux in Harry’s scar decides to take matters into its own hands.
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“After all, I am your soul, and you are mine. Where does one begin and the other one end?” At less than an arm’s length away, Tom’s dark eyes bore into Harry’s. He leans in and murmurs, low and hypnotic, “I am you, and you are me. We are the same.”
Harry stares back. He can’t tear his eyes away.
“There’s no use denying it.” Tom pulls Harry in closer.
Harry feels his internal walls of resistance start to crumble. All he wants is to feel less alone.
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Reflections of Pleasure by ApplesinaBasket
Explicit | Tom Riddle | 1,659 words
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 1940s, Canon Compliant, POV Tom Riddle, Masturbation, Magical Sex Toys, Vintage Sex Toys, Mirror Sex, Porn Without Plot, Borgin and Burkes, Anal Sex, Dildos, POV Second Person, Tom Riddle is a sex toy kleptomaniac, Dark Magic, Unforgivable Curses
Summary:
In his small patchwork apartment of trinkets and necessities, Tom starts his weekend off right.
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You assess your options, all laid out in front of you.
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Got More Than I Came For by Divida
Explicit | Sanguini / Tom Riddle, Others / Tom Riddle | Comic
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, NSFW Art, Dubious Consent, Restraints, Threesome M/M/M, Vampires, Biting, Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary:
When researching means to immortality, Tom Riddle seeks out a vampire. He finds a little more than he bargained for.
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Malachi 1:6 by dutch (itsevanffs)
Explicit | Tom Riddle Senior / Tom Riddle | 4,514 words
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Underage (16), Catholic Guilt, Catholicism, Confessional, Confessional Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Psychopath Tom Riddle, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Premature Ejaculation, Riding, Clothed Sex, Bruises
Summary:
A son honours his father, and a servant his master. If then I am a father, where is my honour? And if I am a master, where is my fear?
Forgive me, then, Father, for I am about to sin.
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Flea and Snake by Dark Chelonie (Chelonie)
Explicit | Fleamont Potter / Tom Riddle | 1,343 words
Tags: Sub Tom Riddle, Dom/Sub, Butt Plugs, Spanking, Creampie, Porn What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Humiliation, Degradation, Hogwarts Prefects’ Bathroom, POV Second Person
Summary:
The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and the Slytherin Head Boy meet in the Prefects' Bath.
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Identity Theft by Dark Chelonie (Chelonie)
Explicit | Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Lord Voldemort, Horcrux/Tom Riddle | Lord Voldemort | 868 words | WIP
Tags: ScarCrux, Salazar Slytherin's Locket, Mind Rape, Rape, Non-Consensual Possession, Tom Riddle is His Own Warning
Summary:
You were born on December 31, 1926. On July 31, 1980. On December 28, 1997. You were born on December 28, 1997, emerging from an icy womb. You knew you were Harry Potter. You knew you were Lord Voldemort. You knew that both of those things could not possibly be true at the same time.
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Something New by dutch (itsevanffs)
Explicit | Harry Potter / Tom Riddle | 2,288 words
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Knotting, Anal Sex, Riding, First Time Bottoming, Topping from the Bottom, POV Tom Riddle, Established Relationship
Summary:
This is the first time Tom has let Harry rut properly in years. Usually he has him on blockers most of the year and potion-induced sleep the rest. They agreed it that way. Tom has different liberties, of course, but that’s because they both know Harry likes his body being used for something it isn’t made for.
This time, however, there is no sweaty, grimacing Harry trapped in magical sleep under self-cooling bed sheets, as much as Tom loves seeing him vulnerable like that. This time, Tom is curious.
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Bite Me by TeruWigFund
NR | Harry Potter / Tom Riddle | Comic
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Summary:
Another vampire in town doesn't always have to be competition ✌️
Also read the full work on tumblr HERE!
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Worship Thy Master by greenmegsnoham
Explicit | Abraxas Malfoy / Tom Riddle, Others / Tom Riddle | 2,890 words
Tags: Underage, Knights of Walpurgis (Harry Potter), Study Group, Consensual Underage Sex, Gangbang, Pillow Princess Tom Riddle, Anal Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Blow Jobs, Slytherin Dormitories, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Riddle at Hogwarts Era, Body Worship, Come as Lube, Creampie, Legilimency Sex (Harry Potter), mention of CNC, Bruises, Come Sharing, Background Rosier Sr./Mulciber Sr., Topping from the Bottom, Light Angst, Denial of Feelings
Summary:
It's their last year at Hogwarts, and everyone is tense about passing their N.E.W.T.s. Tom isn't, and he has an excellent idea as to how he can help his fellow year mates destress.
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Tom gets ALLS the dick and refuses to fall in love. Because he's Tom.
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Smart Move by dutch (itsevanffs)
Explicit | Harry Potter / Tom Riddle | 1,194 words | WIP
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Himbos Off The String; What Sins Will They Commit, Crack, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Seduction, Blackmail, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Minister for Magic Tom Riddle is untouchable. Until, that is, Head Auror Harry Potter decides to search the entire Ministry for corruption. Harry thinks a man his age really shouldn't have such a pert arse.
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Consumption by tenrousei_kuroi
Explicit | Regulus Black / Voldemort | Locket Tom Riddle, Regulus Black / Bartemius Crouch Jr. | 6,327 words
Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Blood and Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Biting, Blood, Rough Sex, Unrealistic Sex, Suicidal Thoughts
Summary:
Regulus thought opening the locket would make it easier to destroy, but it may instead have unleashed a battle he cannot win.
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Unity by TheLastNero
Explicit | Tom Riddle | Voldemort/Tom Riddle | Voldemort | 3,317 words | WIP
Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Horcruxes, Horcrux Tom Riddle, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Banter, Shameless Smut, Ritual Sex, Bottom Tom Riddle, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Voldemort has decided to unify his soul once more. Remorse is a lost cause, so he finds another ritual that requires ritual sex with each piece. The only problem is that every version of him thinks he's going to top...
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sweet dreams are made of this by thegreenmagician
Explicit | Voldemort / Tom Riddle | 1,844 words
Tags: Alternate Universe, Master of Death Voldemort (Harry Potter), POV Second Person, Possessive Tom Riddle, Explicit Sexual Content, Digital Art
Summary:
Tom has spent years seeking out the spectre that has haunted his dreams, loomed large in his nighttime fantasies, ever since he made his first horcrux. When he finally succeeds, it is time for him—for both of them—to claim their reward.
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#update#tom riddle#lord voldemort#voldemort#tom riddle fanfiction#voldemort fanfiction#harry potter fanart#harry potter fanfiction#tom riddle fanart#voldemort fanart
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okay continuing the hot will vibes. tattoos? i've seen posts abt it a few times but i feel like some would be a vibe im just not sure what
Oh fuck yeah tattoos!! Alright this post was supposed to be horny and all but it turned into a character analysis/thought dump for some reason so I'm sorry about that lmao.
So, this is something I'm a little conflicted about because logically, I don't think Will could get tattoos? I did a little research on the history side of things and while tattoos have been around for long enough for Will to get one, the place doesn't seem to match. Lots of cultures had tattoos at that point but medieval Europe, not really. Over there tattoos were viewed as more rude and barbaric so the practice wasn't common. I'm not in any way an expert though, so feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong here.
Lets ignore that though, if they can drink coffee in RA they can probably get tattoos as well. But even with that, Will just... doesn't seem like the kind of guy to care enough?
Throughout the books he makes fun of Halt's greybeard and roughly cut hair so clearly he gives a bit of a shit about his looks. But also he prefers practicality over style and feels the most comfortable in plain clothing. In The Beast From Another Time this man literally says he will wear some clothes inside out to make them last through his visit so we can assume he cared less as he got older.
What I'm trying to get to is that I feel like it wouldn't be in character for him to want tattoos for the sake of looks when he doesn't care about anything more than the bare minimum. I guess he could have gotten one on impulse when he was younger but clearly he wouldn't have when he got older.
Also, as a ranger it would be best for him to not have many easily identifiable or attention attracting features. So we should also keep in mind that if he has tattoos, he probably wouldn't get them anywhere too visible.
So, not for the looks but what about meaning? Couldn't he get one for the meaning in a more hidden part of his body? Yeah I think so actually.
An oakleaf on his shoulder. A butterfly on his upper arm, the exact same place Horace's matching bear tattoo is. The word Alyss on his chest, written in the same code Will and her had to use back in Macindaw.
There are a LOT of options here, and I feel like all of them would look great on him. But again, they wouldn't be for the sake of getting looked at, it would be something Will got for himself. Well, some people would get to appreciate them in private still.
So yeah, it depends on how realistic you want to be! I think its a cool idea. I actually really want to flesh out some of the things I mentioned and design him a proper tattoo now.
#🍂 textpost#will treaty#rangers apprentice#sorry I got way too carried away there#also if anyone has good tattoo ideas#feel free to share
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Copied From the Facebook Group - The Giant killer
Recent Social Media posts with the picture of, "The Naked Gunner" have kept this WW II legend going 75 plus years later. But the true story behind it is amazing.
The identity of the crewman, dubbed the “Naked Gunner”, has never been established, but that hasn’t stopped interest pouring in, even decades later.
The photograph itself seems incongruous with the surroundings, the situation even. The naked gunner stands flexed, water dripping off his body as he mans his battle station on a Consolidated PBY Catalina.
The Consolidated PBY Catalina is a flying boat and amphibious aircraft that was produced in the 1930s and 1940s. It was one of the most widely used seaplanes of World War II.
The Naked Gunner photo was captured by Horace Bristol. Bristol was one of six photographers recruited to serve in the U.S. Naval Aviation Photographic unit under the command of famed Captain Edward J. Steichen, the photo (understandably) made waves stateside, appearing on the front page of the Dayton Journal-Herald among others. The image however, belies the heroic act that had just unfolded.
One day prior, on February 19, 1944, while flying fighter cover in a Corsair over the Japanese stronghold of Rabaul, a young First Lieutenant Robert A. Schaeffer was shot down by a Zero after a 20mm shell blew out his controls.
“I had not the slightest idea where I was, with all the confusion,” Schaeffer would later write in his own account. “After getting in my little boat I saw that I was in the middle of Rabaul harbor looking at the end of the Jap runway. My position wasn’t good. Then I heard a big splash in the water about 100 yards away and then another, about 50 yards away. The bastards were shooting at me.”
After some 25 hours in the water and suffering from serious burns, exhaustion, and exposure, the first lieutenant was semiconscious and near death.
In a 2002 article from Black & White magazine, Bristol recalled the rescue of Schaeffer: “The man who was shot down was temporarily blinded, so one of our crew stripped off his clothes and jumped in to bring him aboard. He couldn’t have swum very well wearing his boots and clothes.
As soon as we could, we took off. We weren’t waiting around for anybody to put on formal clothes. We were being shot at and wanted to get the hell out of there. The naked man got back into his position at his gun in the blister of the plane.”
The identity of the crewman, dubbed the “Naked Gunner”, has never been established, but that hasn’t stopped appreciation from pouring in, even 78 years on.
The Giant Killer book & page honors these incredible war heroes making sure their stories of valor and sacrifice are never forgotten. The book which features the incredible life of the smallest soldier, Green Beret Captain Richard Flaherty (101st Airborne & 3rd SF Group 46th Co.) and several of the other heroes featured on this page is available on Amazon & Walmart. God
Bless our Vets!
Story by Claire Bennet
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HOLY SHIT I’ve been reading ur fanfics on ao3 and didn’t even know you have a tumblr!!! I am absolutely in love with ur Horace and Enoch fics they are adorable
Ahh thank you!! I appreciate that <3 I haven’t uploaded in ages on ao3, I really should post something. I have a few things in the drafts that I might post, most are enorace of course haha
Maybe I should put it in the notes of my fics or something lol but I’m glad you managed to find me anyway!
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Dream Home
Dear Adventurer,
First of all, I wish to thank you for your assistance in helping Horace and I find the perfect place for our wedding! It was simply beautiful and we appreciate your kind words also.
Now the time has come for us to look to the future, to expand our humble home. We've found a lovely cottage in the Village that we simply adore, however between Horace's hard work in the smithy and I having started teaching the children of the Village- we are struggling to find the time to gather inspiration for the decorating of our new home.
We'd be ever so grateful if you would share your ideas and stories of homes you have come across in your travels!
Of course there is a small reward for your help and once the house is looking tip-top, dinner is on us!
Reward: 10 points
Yours in thanks,
Tallohen & Horace Bramblemantle
A fun job for the forward-looking adventurer! I'm certainly not the only one who has dreamed about having a place to call their own and how this would look. Here is a chance to share your vision in any way you'd like- posting pictures in a mood board, sharing drawings or floorplans for existing homes- if you like it, Tallohen and Horace would love to see it!
Happy Questing!
#adventurecore#naturecore#rangercore#forestcore#nomadcore#vagabondcore#questcore#farandwidejobboard#questingfarandwide
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I wrote a bunch of silly rhymes on my phone and I'm just gonna post em, please tell me ur favorites!!!
hokey jokers who cant collect their chuckle fucks, clumps of lucky chumps connect their head to funky buckled trunks.
hunky dory losers that wont be here tomorrow, truckers choosing why, not what or when to follow.
every single drum and beat that fails to treat my feet meets frigid little bitches whos friends swipe my lunch meat
shrill shrieking pleas of please save our souls,
chills shaking leaves, this cleaves our sour coal.
silly sappy suckers who suckle on my sanguine tap, willing strapping buskers to buckle down my tangled trap
deoxyribonucleic acid
he got into his ride back home and flew into an accident
trigger bigger litters for critters to appreciate
rub her harder there theres pressure to alleviate
pretty prissy missies miss might makes right towns, shitty cities proclivities to chris Christie coming down
freaky little heathens, let them free they gotta know, hellish horrible hounds bound to greet them at the door.
if the treat us like dogs then we must bite their hands, kicking with their feet, clogging foreign lands
forklift horace tries reuben on rye
larking grifters pour ice in the lie
when machine gun eddie hits the bricks
then fifteen nuns are ready to get their kicks
itchy bites all over my legs,
bitches fight all over the dregs.
if you lack a punch packing power your silver starts to show,
whiff your cracking attack while her smarts start to glow
the Goddess rod divines from thee
the hottest bod youll ever see
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Post #1: Experiencing Art Museums & "Le Serment des Horaces"
Over the last two weeks, we have spent lots of time exploring different museums and appreciating beautiful works of art. I have been so grateful to have experienced as many museums in this short amount of time as we have; the Louvre, Musée Carnavalet, Musée d’Orsay, Musée de l'Orangerie, Palais de Porte Dorée, and the Centre Georges Pompidou. Each of these museums brought a different experience and expanded my knowledge of art. I loved getting to see such different works of art at the museums and it was fun to discuss with my classmates which museums and paintings stood out to us and how different some of our interests were. I love how each person interprets art individually and how even without a lot of art background knowledge, I was still able to pull information from the paintings. Just looking at the Louvre versus the Musée de l'Orangerie and Centre Pompidou, I was able to form my thoughts and opinions on the varying forms of art, as well as take in the large range of art as a whole. I felt much more interested and connected to the realistic art of the 18th and 19th century as well as the impressionism art of Monet, however, I had a much harder time connecting to the modern and contemporary art of Centre Pompidou.
One painting I want to spend some time talking about was “Le Serment des Horaces” otherwise known as “The Oath of the Horatii”. This painting was by Jacques Louis David in 1784. The medium of this painting is oil during the Neoclassicism time period. This is noticeable as the painting is realistic and sticks to more neutral and primary colors. These paintings tend to be more historical than those of the Rococo period. We spent time in class before arriving in Paris talking a little bit about this painting, but it was an incredible experience to see it in person at the Louvre. One of the first things that stood out to me was how large this painting was. I have only been to a few art museums in my life in the United States, and the Louvre has topped anything I have ever seen. The size of this painting was hard to comprehend knowing someone spent so much time creating this art piece. With such a large painting, it is amazing to think about the thought and patience David had to complete this painting. Some key elements of art I noticed when looking at this painting was where the attention was directed at. For me, I initially looked at the hands close to the swords. The light color of their skin against the dark background, emphasized this as an area of importance. I also took time to look at the emotions portrayed in the painting and what ideas I could gather from what I was looking at. The tired, defeated, sorrowed faces of the women to the right, and the strong, prideful, steady soldiers on the left. The man in the middle is also a focal point as he seems to be protecting those behind him. I noticed this painting is proportioned and balanced very nicely as well. The sense of unity as this painting is split into three types of sections. The pillars in the background are also painted perfectly for the figure to be placed in the middle of them. The balance in this painting is consistent as the number of people on the left and the right are daily even, with one man in the middle.
Throughout these last two weeks, I have gained such an appreciation for art and the way painters touch their audiences. My understanding of art has grown so much from this trip and the next time I see an art piece I feel that I will be able to look for more details as well as have a better comprehension of what are important aspects to take into consideration when looking at art. I have also learned that art isn’t always made for the audience’s understanding, it is made for what the author was intending it to be. I am so appreciative of the time I have spent in these museums and would recommend to anyone traveling to Paris to make time for these beautiful spaces.
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Ethics and Fiction
Dear Caroline:
I am completely onboard with you in this post. I think in a previous one of mine I commented on what I consider the ethics of reading, which imply a humbler attitude on the reader's part of giving the text and its author a fair change, and not forcing him/her through the Caudine Forks of their own values.
This time, though, I will allow myself a gentle exercise of steelmanning, as I am aware that we give texts meaning and life by continuing to interact with them, and this interaction inevitably includes a judgement of how valuable and meaningful (in all realms, ethical included) we consider the texts to be.
Preaching right behavior / beliefs is not only not a woke innovation: it could rather be argued that through Western literary history, it has been the default mode, from Horace's Ars Poetica to the very medieval Didacticism of fiction, to Marx's appreciation of Balzac for "showing it as it is" in his novels in spite of his aristocratic inclinations.
In fact, were we to take the oft-repeated model of the elements in the communication process (sender, receiver, message, enviroment, ...) one could explain most literary theories as models that are (excessively?) centered in one of the nodes: Romantic, expressive theories move the sender into the center of the scheme, himself becoming the prime generator of the subject matter, attributes, and values of the work; reader reception constructs the receivers as heroes and co-constructors of meaning; formalist schools tend to dwell on the text itself, a little jewel all onto itself, like Kant's moral law within himself, etc; and pragmatic and mimetic modes fret on the value of literature showing its 'uses' and holding a mirror up to nature.
So in a way, I imagine these postmodern literary inquisitions have some sense and validity (and tradition!), even if I consider them fundamentally misplaced and too myopic about the other facets of the literary work art. And I can think of no better way of formulating a counter-statement than your last paragraph above. Those words of your are so beautiful, and prescient, and wise I would like to inscribe them in a bronze or marble slab, Exegi monumentum aere perennius, and place it among the books of my library. And I am pretty sure it would be impossible to finish these jottings than with the quote that started them off.
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I feel like art is one of the superpowers of the human race. Like, someone can have a complex internal experience and convey it to someone on the other side of the world. I think that’s really cool and it’s really improved my life in a lot of ways and I get scared when people start policing it.
Caroline Ellison
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Regarding a fanfic I posted 11 years ago... a rant.
The fanfic in question, hyperlinked: Dead or Alive?
I just reread everything I have written and posted for the much-loved “Dead or Alive?” …I’m not really sure why it was so loved.
I like my idea. I like my plot. I think it’s possible that the Temujai’i would use poisons unknown to the Rangers.
John Flanagan’s Rangers tend to feel a little too overpowered, if you catch my drift. Regardless of their information-gathering skills, they’re not defined as spies (right?). Instead, Rangers are defenders of the kingdom, from internal affairs, mainly. They are the most senior member in a fife and report directly to their Commandant, who in turn directs directly to the King. One could even say they are internal spies… Big Brother, maybe?
I digress. My point being that it’s not unlikely for the Temujai’i to use a poison that renders their enemies entirely defenseless in the midst of battle, but not dead.
But then our Rangers aren’t aware of this type of warfare. When Will gets hit and shows no obvious signs of life, there’s only one solution… a funeral. With the bodies piling up (and the ground still solid from the recent winter), a typical Skandian funeral is reasonable. True warriors get sent to Valhalla via burning ships, food for their journeys, weapons they once carried, and a proper farewell.
In Araluen, we’re never told how bodies are disposed, but I’m assuming they’re buried (or placed in tombs for important people). In Halt, Horace & Cassandra’s minds, burning a body is only intended for one’s enemies and to do so to a former comrade (family) would be incredibly dishonorable.
Subsequently, they come to the agreement to send him off, without the fiery bit.
And so the story begins.
So much potential!
I don’t like how I executed it. :/
Granted, I started writing “Dead or Alive?” in 2011… so I was 14. In 2018 I rewrote the prologue, and got no further (the writing is noticeably different between the new prologue and ch. 1).
I’m about to turn 26, in 20 days, actually. I’d like to think my writing has since improved.
Honestly? I couldn’t tell you how I planned to finish this fic. Though I have thought about it quite a lot in passing, these last few years.
In either 2018 or 2019, I wrote a new chapter for the fanfic, well, rewrote one I’d written sometime earlier in a notebook.
Simply put, eleven years later, I can’t stand how I wrote this plotline. I hate Will’s new name “Panthera”. I hate that I made him into a Mary Sue, he’s OP, has a giant black panther as a companion… which is 100% lifted from R.A. Salvatore’s Legend of Drizzt series. So, there’s a blatant crossover. I hate how bad I was (still am) at naming characters…
I’ve tried editing, continuing it, altering it… but I get filled with so much cringe and then throw it back on the shelf and ignore it for another year.
But I keep coming back because I don’t like when I find a plotline, fic, author that I love, and then they don’t complete their works!
Because of this, I am marking “Dead or Alive?” as: COMPLETE.
It’s over, it’s done.
I’m not content with the ending. Ideally, I’d rewrite the entire story. I won’t delete this one, regardless of my feelings.
I think, ultimately, it’s important to keep all of your writings for a few reasons:
1. 2011 was when I started writing, legitimately. Without DoA, I wouldn’t have 11 years of writing under my belt.
2. It’s important to know where I started at, to be able to compare myself to my past, to see my development.
3. I believe every author is allowed to decide whether they want to delete their content or not. But I also think it’s important to consider the reviewers, and according to DoA’s stats:
a. There are 81 followers
b. Since 2011 over 27,400 people have viewed it
c. It has 175 reviews, which amounts to 41% of my account’s total reviews
d. It’s my longest fic at 38,000+ words
e. 58 people have favorited it
f. These stats prove to me, that at some point, my reader-base has appreciated this fic, therefore it will stay available
Thank you to anyone and everyone who is still around. Thank you to any new readers who stop by in the future.
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