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idesofrevolution · 5 months

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Precursor

"Jesus, Danny I don't know what the fuck to do about it, okay? He just fuckin' got me out of no where." Click, clack. Click, clack. The tapping of his fingers on the mouse and keyboard were the only sounds echoing in the dark room aside from his shouts. "Well, I how the fuck should I know? I told you I wasn't good at this game! You're the one who kept begging me to play it, and it's bullshit dude!" For a game that was supposed to be this fun phenomenon, 'Precursor' was proving to be quite a bit lesser than Greg anticipated. Danny had begged him for weeks to join the game and do a couple of rounds with him, if only to get him hooked. For Greg, a video game was like Civilization or Cities Skylines... building something great with strategy and creativity. To him, this was a boring shoot 'em up that had a steep learning curve, and it was grating on his nerves. "Well, dude I told you I didn't know how to play this stupid game but you wouldn't take no for an answer!"

Another red screen and the words 'Exterminated' were sprawled across the screen. Greg slammed his fists down onto the desk, spilling his Red Bull all over his lap. He threw his head back in yet another defeat, his seventh in the span of an hour. Looking down at his phone, the late hour had all but caused him even further grief.

"You know what, dude? This game fucking sucks. I don't know why you wanted me to play with you." Danny, surely kicking ass on the battlefront from somewhere behind his screen in Oklahoma hundreds of miles away, was less than enthused. "Ya know what, fine. I will do the fucking noob lobby, okay? I swear to God, though, if this shit doesn't get fun in ten minutes I'm loggin' off." Greg disconnected from his online pal and reentered back into the main menu. He sighed, how the fuck could anyone without a trigger-happy index finger and a desire to think about their options for more than a split second find this game fun? To him, it was all reflexes and no brain power. Clicking through the main menu, he searched for the "Noob" lobby in the available servers. He scrolled for an agonizing ten seconds of full lobbies before he gave up.

"Man, fuck this." He was a single moment away from clicking that exit button before his elbow slipped on some of the Red Bull that had spilled onto the desktop. His wrist banged onto the keys, leaving a string of gibberish into the searchbar. He grabbed one of his clean socks from the floor and sopped up the syrupy water and tossed it behind him over his shoulder. Whatever. Turning back to his screen, to his utter astonishment, the search for 'pjdkluyoikms' had come up with a single hit: 3/9 players in the lobby. Greg looked down at his phone again, 3:30 in the morning grimaced back at him. He'd have to be up in 4 hours if he'd kept the job he quit a few days prior, but with unemployment looming over his head the hours didn't seem so important to him. The game was known for being a time void, sucking in every available minute it's players had to use.

"Fuck it." He clicked join, and waited as the lobby began to load. For a second, his monitor became severely pixelated, but quickly returned to normal. Before long, he was met with the game mode selection and a couple of voices chatting amongst the static. Bruiser, Scout, Sniper, Runner, Bomber... He didn't know how to use a single one of these characters and in the back of his mind, he wasn't keen on being embarrassed yet again for another hour of failures.

"Who's this?" One of the voices from the ether bellowed out from his headphones, and for whatever reason his skin flushed with goosebumps. "Yo, new guy, did you mean to come here? It's a private server."

"Ahh, shit. I'm sorry, my friend made me buy this game and I don't know what I'm doing. I'll find another, my bad!" Greg scampered to try and just choose a character so he could exit out of the menu, but a second voice gave him immediate pause. It was unlike the other players he'd met so far, in that he wasn't a complete dick right off the bat.

"Nahh, it's cool! We could use a runner this round if you're down? We can take it easy, right boys?" His voice was smooth, chill, if not a bit high pitched in a tenor timbre. The guy could have a career in anime protagonist voice acting if he'd put his mind to it, Greg was quickly put at ease with just a single word.

"You think he can keep up?" the third voice, husky and deep questioned.

"We've played with worse, bro. Remember Clive before Mick got to him? We lost four rounds before Mick got it to stick! He won't fuck up, will ya new guy?" Greg nervously chuckled, knowing full well he'd be terrible in the beginning either way.

"Uhhhh, give me a round or two to get the hang of it... I'm sure I can do it. Nothing better to do anyway."

"That's the spirit! See? He's gonna be great. I'll get him up to snuff." A fall of silence came over the server, Greg shifted in his seat. "Alright, newbie. Just choose runner and I got your back. I used to main runner, so I can show you the ropes." Taking a deep breath, Greg clicked on the avatar for Runner, and hit accept. He entered the lobby, seeing the three players had already chosen their avatars. 1: lostdestiny (scout), 2: EdgeRunner (bruiser), 3: ironclad (bomber), and now 4: Greg (runner).

ironclad: I take it you're Greg, then?

Greg: What gave it away?

The three others chuckled, and the loadbar began to fill. Greg could feel the anxiety and anticipation grow within him. He was about to faceplant AGAIN, and in front of these strangers. At least it wouldn't be long until he'd be kicked anyway.

EdgeRunner: Aight, listen up man. I can't be a babysitter, but I'll be following you. Just do what I tell you to do and you'll be fine. You got this, man. Yeah?

Greg: Uh, yeah man. I'll do my best.

lostdestiny: Don't worry guys, he's gonna do his best.

EdgeRunner: Pipe down, will ya, Des? Fuck. Alright, here we go. Lay low and let them come out on their own.

The four of them were dumped onto the map, this one seemed to be some dirty Cyberpunk city in the rain. Sooner rather than later, it'd be a warzone. Greg sat gobsmacked, frozen in place as the others ran for cover.

ironclad: Yo, get to cover, they'll be here any fuckin' second!

Greg: Whuh.... What do I do, where do I go?

EdgeRunner: Turn to your left, there's a hidden door in the bodega. Hold shift and run. Go!

Greg did as he was told, holding down the shift bar and going toward the store on the corner of the street. He was unprepared for just how quickly he would get there, running straight into the wall to the left of the door. Runner indeed. Rounding the doorway, he snuck down the aisles, and up to the door. He burst in, plowing through stacked boxes and into the racks of the storeroom.

EdgeRunner: Aight, you can let go of the shift, bud.

lostdestiny: Fuck, we're so screwed. We lose out on this one it's on you Edge, and I'm not coughin' up a single coin.

EdgeRunner: Des, hit your fuckin' vape and keep your eyes peeled. I'll worry about the new kid. Greg, hang tight. Wait for me to give you a signal, then you run to the hotel down the street. Got it?

Greg chuckled to himself, he'd stumbled into quite the little gang. These guys were far from noobs, they were good if not professionals. From behind the closed door, he sat idly, waiting with bated breath for Edge to give him the unmentioned word. Over his headphones, he could hear the trio plotting as if they were soldiers planning their attack.

EdgeRunner: Iron, be position. They're gonna come barreling down that alley like a fuckin' stampede, so nuke 'em until I can get there. Des, they in sight yet?

lostdestiny: Just like you said, boss man. Comin' in hot.

EdgeRunner: Perfect. Greg. There's a glowing purple crate in the corner. Open it and pick up whatever is in it, and do it quick.

Greg fumbled over the keys, searching the dark room until he saw the glowing purple box hidden beneath a pile of trash. Clicking on it, the box opened, shucking all the garbage atop it onto the floor. Inside sat a strange green vial.

Greg: Its... It's a glass syringe? Glowing green stuff inside.

EdgeRunner: That's what you're looking for. Bag it and get ready to run.

Greg slipped it into his bag. The syringe showed up as 'upgrade' in the inventory, but no other information was provided. Usually, at least, there was some sort of witty description for the items in-game. Might be modded, he thought to himself, not that he would know anyway. He positioned himself by the door, holding his breath.

ironclad: Fireworks.

EdgeRunner: Now, Greg. Go!

His left pinky firmly planted on the shift key, Greg burst out of the door, through the store and into the street. Outside, a barrage of AI cop grunts were surrounding the building across the way. Pillars of smoke and fire erupted from bombs being dropped from the roof, a massive lug of muscle being the culprit with Ironclad's red tag hovering above him. From within the crowd, an explosion of grunts flew through the air, and dead in the center of the action was EdgeRunner, a maxxed out avatar oozing athleticism and strength with a nearly full level bar floating above him. Fuck, who were these guys?

EdgeRunner: Don't fuckin' freeze on us, Greg. Run!

Taking the hint, Greg bolted down the street, weaving past smoke bombs and gunfire until he made it to the hotel's revolving door, shattering the glass as he crashed through. Inside, three grunts stood behind the front desk, quickly pulling out absurdly massive guns.

Greg: Edge, there's guys in here, they got big ass motherfucking guns too.

EdgeRunner: Fuck, okay. Hold control, shift, and Y. Then run to the elevator. Do it before they peg ya!

Greg: Fuck!

EdgeRunner: Iron, toss a few into the hotel. Help the kid out.

ironclad: On it.

Greg could hear the whistling in the air of the incoming bombs flying toward the lobby. He held down the keys and ran toward the elevators as instructed. Though, as he did, waves of colors surrounded his avatar, deflecting the bullets as they flew before the explosions behind him came bursting in. As the elevator doors closed in front of him, he saw the XP points flowing into his bar from the dead grunts. The elevator began to climb.

EdgeRunner: Woooooooooo baby! That's what I call a bait n switch! Kid, you're a natural.

lostdestiny: Beginner's luck.

EdgeRunner: It's gonna be a second before that elevator gets to the top level. Regroup at the hotel, they'll be swarming him. Des, you're on the 99th floor, right?

lostdestiny: Best view in the city.

EdgeRunner: Keep watch, we'll be there in a second. New guy will be on your floor in a couple of minutes. Greg, let's do a one-on-one, yeah?

On the screen, a side window popped up in the bottom corner. Incoming call: EdgeRunner 1 on 1. Fuck, was this guy trying to video chat?

Greg: Uhhhh, I didn't know you could cam...

EdgeRunner: What, you ain't jackin' off are ya? C'mon lemme see.

Greg waited for a moment, nervous beyond words. Watch it be some 60 year old gaming in his mom's basement, was this really the kind of guy he'd want to game with anyway? The curiosity had only crept up since he stumbled into the server, it's not as if they were meeting in real life or anything. It's a screen. He nodded to himself, as if to give himself permission, and clicked on the accept button. In the corner box, EdgeRunner himself popped into focus.

Not what he expected whatsoever. He wasn't much older than Greg, maybe late twenties, early thirties. That was a relief. His room was shrouded in a blue hue, pairing nicely with his ID tag color in game. He was covered in ink from the forehead down, with white hair and a nice pair of pecs cropped just out of view. Again, far from what he expected to see.

"What's up, Greggo?" He smirked, as if studying Greg from behind his lens.

"Yeah... In an elevator. On my computer." Edge laughed, taking his eye contact away to refocus on his game.

"Playin' pretty fuckin' well so far. You sure you never played before now?" Greg found himself blushing a tad bit at this hunk of a man, alarmingly similar to the stud avatar he portrayed online. "Might have to keep you around if you keep up at this rate." The ping of the elevator reaching the 99th floor brought him right back into the world, as the doors opened to a tall, lanky guy with his back to him.

"Des, I presume?"

lostdestiny: Who the fuck else would it be? Mommie? Get to the loot at the end of the hall, fifth door on the right.

"Des isn't the sweetest fruit in the basket. Don't mind him. But get to the room as quick as you can, bud." Holding down the shift key yet again, though now as if it were second nature to him, he bolted down the hall, dodging the mines which littered the floor. "Yeah, don't be up in your feelings about it, but the upgrade is for you, kid. If I were you, I'd take it now while you can. Get you on our level quicker, if ya catch my drift." Greg didn't think twice. He opened the inventory, clicked on the vial, and hit use. His avatar quickly pulled out the syringe from off screen, jamming it into his wrist. The liquid quickly flowed into his avatar, but changes were slow. He arrived at the door, opening them to a boardroom overlooking the whole city, bathed in a purple hue.

Greg: What am I looking for exactly?

ironclad: You'll know it when you see it. Find it quick, they're coming up.

As Greg began to search through the shelves and drawers lining the walls, he was too preoccupied to notice the veins of black starting to flow from his fingertips up his limber arms. While he may have been too focused to see, Edge was watching eagerly in the bottom corner with a giant grin forming on his face. His little window closed, leaving Greg in his search.

lostdestiny: Incoming. Edge, would be a really fuckin' great time for you to pull some fuckshit about now!

Explosions rung out in the hallway, and an eruption of bullets soon followed. Greg felt the pressure bearing down on him, he felt heavier, as if the weight of the situation were sitting atop him like boulders. But hidden in the darkness of his room, the black veins crawled higher and higher, across his shoulders and back, creeping up the back of his neck, until he felt a pinch right at the base of his skull. Instant headrush.

The world got blurry in a mere second, his ears started to ring and his muscles began to pulse. Though, in that moment, he felt something else swelling within him: confidence. Control, Shift, C. The boardroom went blue, a glowing yellow aura radiated from behind one of the walls. Greg smiled, bolting to the wall. Alt, D, F7. The shelves shuddered, then slowly retracted into a dark void. The payload sat at the end of a long, dark hallway on a spotlit pedestal. Some crazy mechanical contraption, it seemed. Though he didn't know what it was, he knew inherently that this is what he was looking for. Just as Iron said.

Greg: Bingo.

EdgeRunner: Careful, newbie. Watch the walls.

A single step forward, and red lasers began to shoot left and right. An hour earlier, he'd be pissing himself on an 'exterminated' screen, raging to no one but himself. Though now, as he felt the energy coursing through his body, the corner of his lip shifted upward, his brows furrowed, and he leaned forward. Showtime.

Alt, Shift, F2, Q, L... the keys flew by beneath his fingers as he dodged, rolled, and lept past every sensor. The keyboard could barely keep up as his hands danced across it. It was an invigoration he'd never experienced before, an expertise he'd never felt, a self he'd never known. Every new trap before him was a piece of cake, avoiding them before they'd even triggered. In the span of fifteen seconds, he'd arrived at the pedestal. The Carpe Diem. A major upgrade, far above his current standing, but it would fetch a pretty price for the right punk. The massive implant somehow fit in his inventory, he was thankful he wasn't on a real job, lugging this around would have been a task in and of itself.

Greg: Payload in hand. Ready to get the fuck out of here.

EdgeRunner: Gonna be a messy exit, kid. You up for it?

Greg: Don't have to flirt that nasty with me, Edge. Treat me tender.

He spun around, leaping down the entire hallway in one go. Thank you Shift, T, S. The crew stood at the door to the boardroom, perhaps a hundred grunts firing everything they had not far behind. Greg looked at every corner, and realized quickly what Edge meant. He turned around, looking at the massive glass wall overlooking Sunset City. His massive feet tapped against the wooden floor beneath his desk, itching for the run he was about to embark upon, his body begging for the rush... his muscles aching for the wind on his skin. He smirked. No second thoughts, he burst through the window.

ironclad: Fuck kid! That's one way out I guess!

EdgeRunner: Bail, boys! Let's fly.

Freefalling, Greg felt the cool breeze of his plummet on the lids of his closed eyes. Soon, but not yet. He had a job to finish. Control, Shift, C. His fall became a sprint, every footfall landing softly on the glass below, looking 99 floors straight down to the pavement.

GreWind: WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!

Exhiliration. Excitement. Freedom. He was free. Coasting on the diagonal glass, he surfed down the building until he came painlessly onto the sidewalk below, followed not too far behind by Des landing in a bush, Iron on his face, and Edge on his own two feet. The quartet sped toward the four bikes parked along the street, making their swift getaway. As Wind wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning back in his chair, letting the ripe waft of pits beam from his arms. Incoming 1 on 1 from EdgeRunner. He of course had to reem in the accolades, smiling as he hit accept. Edge popped up in the corner of the screen, beaming from ear to ear.

"Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about! That upgrade did ya good, new kid." Wind smirked, puckering his lips and blowing a kiss to his studly boss man.

"You can show me your appreciation later, babe. Worked up a storm for ya." Wind flexed his arms, licking the sweat from his bicep and running his hand through his bright green hair.

"Heh, yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine. This'll fetch a nice penny from the middleman. Now, whaddya say, Greg? Ready for the real work?" Edge winked and his window closed.

EdgeRunner: Rendezvous at Checkpoint's. Your cuts will be waiting for you.

Stormwind: Aye, aye Captain.

lostdestiny: Shit, you two get a room already.

EdgeRunner: Nah, you're gonna sit and watch me fuck him raw and nasty, Des.

Stormwind: Won't be the last if you're nice, Des.

ironclad: I swear, if newbie is gonna be cumdump, I'm gonna be on whatever job he's on.

Stormwind: Plenty to go around, boys. Better be ready to clean this dick and worship these feet. They run real fast for y'all and they could use a tongue bath, won't even need any poppers. Freebase, baby.

EdgeRunner: See you at Checkpoint's, Wind. Welcome to the team.

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blughxreader · 1 year

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hi! i dont think i can ever get enough of yan! platonic! Batfam 🥲 can i get a neglected reader who has successfully escaped, only to come back to gotham by some unprecedented causes a few years later? i have plans to write a fic like this and want some inspiration (and to fill the yandere batfam tag)

Platonic Yandere!Bruce, Dick, Jason with a darling who escaped and returned to Gotham

Headcanons, WC: 1,048

Notes: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! This ask is five months old lol. I had to cut out the baby boys to finish </3 If I can come up with ideas for Damian and Tim then I'll add to it.

Bruce

The weight of Bruce’s mistakes hangs over his head every day, but his mistakes with you are by-far the heaviest.

He should have appreciated you more. He should have told you what you meant to him. Instead, he let you feel invisible. It kills him.

When you’re spotted in Gotham years later, he can hardly believe it.

He’ll drop everything and go straight to you, deploying all the boys to ensure you don’t slip away. If it’s daytime, Bruce Wayne will make a rare appearance and corner you with paparazzi, and if it’s nighttime, then Batman will swipe you off the streets before you can cry out.

He’ll forgive every outburst you give. You’re furious and he understands—he considers your anger entirely his fault so he’ll give you a lot of slack.

Bruce will drown you in gifts. Because Batman takes up so much time (and it was lack of attention that drove you away in the first place) he’ll try every means at demonstrating his love. Gifts, vacation homes, front row seats to events (with strict supervision).

This version of Bruce would keep you under 50 cameras and a body guard at all times, but he’s also very conscious of your mental health. Where he’d be able to guiltlessly lock you up forever if he hasn’t neglected you, he can’t in this timeline. Your life would be heavily supervised, but you’d also get a lot of perks.

He would make a routine with you.

Every morning, he’d eat breakfast with you, and every Friday would be a special dinner with just the two of you. His hours are valuable so it means a lot for him to carve out the time just for you.

Dick Grayson

Dick prides himself on his strong leadership and generosity. Ask anyone whose ever met Dick to describe him, and they could list pages of positive traits. So it's a wonder how you, his precious little darling, managed to be overlooked by him.

Guilt literally eats him alive. Dick begins to second-guess every interaction with you, going over all clues he might have missed. He throws himself into the investigation looking for you, investigating every single fact you've ever mentioned about yourself.

When you finally return, he's dead-set on making up for lost time.

Dick wouldn’t approve of your reasoning for leaving. You should have told him--should have insisted on being heard--instead of leaving. He feels terrible that you were neglected, but he feels worse knowing that you’d rather be thrown to the wolves than seek their help.

It's a steep learning curve for him to realize you're not the lonely child you once were, but instead a bitter, jaded young adult who confides in only themself.

Dick drowns you in attention. He tries forcing your innocence back, not accepting your refusals and anger. You're still so young, and even if the sparkling child-like hope is missing from your eyes, Dick still believes he can make things right.

Family bonding time is a must. He arranges play-time with you and Damian. He insists on Sunday movie nights. He learns how to cook new dishes with you and Alfred. He will keep you busy.

These activities are only a surface solution for a deeper problem. Fundamentally, you've changed, and Dick knows this. He has no idea how to treat you now, so he resorts to what he does know--your childhood he missed out on.

Jason Todd

Jason is particularly torn. He knows what its like to feel abandoned, yet he realized too late that he was the perpetrator.

When you are finally back in the arms of the Batfamily, Jason has no idea what role to take in your life. He sees you turning down the family when they offer love and he doesn't know if his heart could take your rejection.

Jason is stand-offish. Playing the role of "tough older brother" doesn't bode well, so he needs time to rework his philosophy on handling siblings.

Instead, he does your bidding. He would help fix whatever unprecedented reasons that led you to return to Gotham, no questions asked. If you need to pass a letter on to a friend, Jason is your guy. His regular possessive yandere tendencies are hampered by his guilt, so he'll be very lenient with you as long as it's nothing dangerous.

The fact that you escape and survived by yourself cast you into a new light in Jason’s eyes. He thinks you’re impressive, dependable, capable. He wonders how he didn’t see it sooner.

That being said—you’re his little sibling. You shouldn’t have to be so strong, and Jason wants to ensure you’ll never have another reason to protect yourself.

He hopes that over time, you'll trust him. He wants to be able to sit with you and talk about whatever is on your mind, to be able to hug you as he leaves for work, and to send you off to bed when it's late.

But right now, you need space. He'll let you heal, and he'll take whatever anger you give him. Because he knows that this is the only way you'll let him into your life again.

Bonus: Y/N

Considering Y/N was clever enough to escape the Waynes while also having the willpower to return to Gotham shows that they’re intelligent, good-hearted, and forged from steel.

They probably rank somewhere between lawful-good to chaotic-neutral. (A lawful-neutral would be infuriated by the Waynes’ underhanded tactics, and probably wouldn’t return to Gotham.)

Y/N is done yearning for attention (or, if they were originally kidnapped, done with playing nice), so they’re immune to the Batfam’s manipulation.

Upon first glance at the Batfam after all those years, they’d immediately go fight or flight. Y/N would pull every dirty trick in the book to escape, and would be as hateful as possible to kill any affection they have for them.

After being kidnapped, Y/N gets very good at playing mind games and deflecting their submission tactics. They’d be able to manipulate the household like a giant game of chess.

Y/N’s only weakness is the child inside of them that still cries for their family’s approval.

The conflict revolves around how the Batfam can extort this weakness vs. how well Y/N can stay true to their values.

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c0ntraversial-h0rr0r-c0ntent · 2 months

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Otis Driftwood NSFW Alphabet

[f reader, this one is on the grosser side but it’s Otis, what do you expect]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Will kiss you on the forehead and say thank you, then smack your ass when you walk away—if it was a particularly long session he’ll go get some food for both of you to eat in bed and if he went extra rough he’ll go get ice and painkillers—and sometimes, knowing Otis, gauze.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body is probably his hands because every time he kills he is reminded how powerful they are, looking down at his dirty, calloused hands reminds him of just how in control he is

Either your thighs, because Otis just loves thighs, loves you straddling him so he can grab them, loves eating you out from behind so he can be pressed up against them, really any time he can he’s got a hand on your thigh—but he also loves your neck. He likes choking you but he loves leaving bite marks. He likes your neck to be a mess of bruises to show anyone who even looks at you that you belong to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes to cum inside to mark his territory, but if you’re somewhere secluded like the basement or out in the yard, he’ll either cum on your face for the sheer joy of knowing you’ll have to walk around the house with cum on your face, or cum somewhere that can be covered up by clothing—he’ll cum on your lower back knowing that when you walk back to your room you’ll feel it dripping down you and plastering your shirt to your back

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Doesn’t have any. What would he keep a secret—if he has something to say he’ll say it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experience with a willing/consenting partner? Minimal. It would be a steep learning curve but he’s eager to learn because once he knows what gets you off you’ll be so much easier to control

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It depends on the mood, if he’s more laid back it’s reverse cowgirl—he can grab your thighs and slap your ass and let you do all the work

But most of the time (if he doesn’t have you bent over or pressed against something) it’s butterfly. He likes you to have a few pillows underneath you so he can reach your throat if he needs to, but it’s his favorite because he gets to feel your legs up against up him, watch your tits shake as he slams into you, and he can control the pace

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be goofy if it’s casual but if he’s in one of his frenzy’s he is dead serious

And if he’s worked up and says something that you think is a joke, it really isn’t. The first time he pulls you tight against him, pushing his cock all the way in, and growls in your ear that he wants you to say he’s God you think he might be joking, but his face is all lust and power.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is ungroomed and unkempt, but he has low body hair in general so it’s not too unruly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sometimes he’s romantic—to his standard of romance at least.

“Gonna make you cum, mama.” He’d say in between licks along your your clit. “Gonna make you cum cause you’re my girl, and my girl gets to feel good.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only if you’re busy, but if you are he is foul, he’ll stick his dick in anything

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Where to start with Otis, the biggest is marking you. With his cum, with bruises, with cuts if you’ll let him, anything that shows that you belong to him

He has a foot fetish (think what you want about it, you know it’s true). Part of the reason he loves butterfly so much is that he can suck on your toes, and he fucking loves it. It goes both ways to an extent, though for him it’s more about watching you humiliate yourself on his boot and less about the fact that it’s his boot.

I think his preferred honorifics change depending on his mood but it sets the tone of the power imbalance so much and makes him feel so in control and he fucking loves it. If it’s a no-nonsense/otherwise brattiness aloud, he’s sir. If he’s on a power high from killing, he’ll demand that you call him your god, but usually, when he just wants to feel in charge of you, it’s daddy (and so much “daddy owns that pussy, isn’t that right darlin’? Cause daddy’s owns his good girl.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His room or the basement, wherever he’s most recently been killing. There’s so much adrenaline in the moment that he needs to fuck it out, also he’s secretly smug about you needing him so bad that you’ll fuck him in his grimy bloody workspace

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to get Otis worked up. Bending over to grab something, wearing tight or revealing clothes, sometimes all it takes is just you walking into the room

But if you’ve been out with him, or him and Baby, and you’ve been helping? That’s his biggest turn on. Seeing you covered in other people’s blood or seeing the malevolent look in your eye as you kill with him, that’s the ultimate sign of your loyalty to him and therefore the hottest thing in the world

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Submit to you. You’re his girl, he owns you, you don’t get to tell him what to do unless it’s he orders you to.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving. Of course he loves receiving, though it usually ends up with him fucking your face without warning and apologizing after—usually to the tune of “sorry darlin’, your fault for havin’ such a nice little mouth”

He’s not good at eating pussy in the beginning but he’s eager to learn and once he knows exactly what you like, he uses it against you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Always fast, unless he’s standing still with it all the way in, to tease. Always rough too, thrusting and groping harder than he needs to

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them, and how often? As often as opportunities present themselves, which is nearly every day. Whenever he’s frustrated, whenever he’s just killed, when he’s pent up, he’ll come find you, to the point where it’s practically free use

He’ll come find you and push you against the nearest wall—“need it,” he’ll growl, grinding himself against your ass. “You gonna be a good girl and take it?”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as he’s in control, anything you want to try to he’s more than willing to do

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go two rounds, three if he hasn’t fucked in a few hours and he can last a while if he tries, but usually it’s over in a few minutes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not toys, not in the traditional sense, though in the heat of the moment he’ll stick anything in you to get a reaction. All the handles of his favorite knives are covered in you at this point

If you have toys he’d love to use them on you, to tease and overstimulate

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease, it’s half the fun for him

That’s why he loves eating you out so much, he’s directly in control of when you cum and he can make it last as long as he wants

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Erratic, either quiet grunting or yelling but no in between and no warning, and talking for most of the time

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Quickest way to get him to cum is by telling him that you’re his slut, he fucking loves it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think he’s six, seven if we’re being generous, inches with a slightly above average girth

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

So high, he’s very likely hypersexual

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

(Assuming it’s at night) he doesn’t fall asleep too quickly, he likes to lay there for a few minutes holding you, still naked and sweating and panting.

#slasher fucker #slasher fanfiction #slasher x you #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood x you #otis driftwood #house of 1000 corpses

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forestshadow-wolf · 6 months

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Catch me and I'll follow — Soapghost wingfic

@rainerestored I can't think of any ways to pin this on you, but I'm still blaming you for it anyways 🥰

To say that cross-species relationships were shunned would not quite be correct. Was it a rarity to find? Yes.

But that's mostly due to differing courtship rituals. For example a pair of kestrels courtship behavior will obviously be different from some type of waterfowl courtship.

Obviously with dedication and a bit of hard work these differences can be bridged.

The beginning of Soap and Ghost's relationship was rocky to say the least. A hawk and an eagle? Not the largest species gap that's been heard of, but they've got their differences.

Ghost had to give credit where credit was due, and say soap's learning curve was steeper than his own. After all a straight freefall until just before sudden death just might be a bit harder than a game of follow the leader. Putting everything that wasn't physical aside, it was all about learning timing and coordination, and trusting your partner. There's also the added bonus of improving and learning new flight skills/ability

Old advice from generations back would have said to just scrap both courting rituals or to choose one (the easiest). But both soap and ghost have agreed that that only breed a hostile relationship that's destined to fail.

Meaningful courtship is important for maintaining a healthy relationship, especially if they aren't mono-spec. See, on ghost's end it was a show of trust and competence among other things. On soap's end it was it was a sign of willingness, and it builds a kind of understanding between partners. And for all multi-spec relationships it also shows a general dedication, and want for the relationship.

The put in the work and the hours. Did as much research as they could. Communicated their wants and needs, and what they could or could not do.

They started small. Soap took the initiative to start introducing himself to Ghost's traditions. The first time they did it was a 15 foot drop over water side by side, just to prove that they both could, and to see their limits. The next drop was higher, several wingspans higher, side by side.

The traditional method (the most dangerous) of the death spiral was for both partners to to fly way up high, all the way to their altitude limit, then they'd intertwine their legs, and free fall. Obviously physics caused the spinning due to differing weight. It was a massive show of strength, self-control, natural instinct, and trust, to accomplish a successful death spiral.

Now, in modern times, there is technology that makes such courtships much less dangerous. That's not to say the traditional method is no longer used. But interlocking flight boots did make cross-species courtship easier for some parties. The learning curve was still steep, but it was one step made just a bit easier.

After the were both comfortable with the companioned free fall they donned the interlocking boots and began to test out short spurts of joined free fall from high altitudes. At first they released after only a few short secinds of spinning, but slowly the time before they released grew longer and longer and the distance from the ground grew shorter.

Eventually after years of working at it, and practice, and repetition, it became almosts second nature to soap. To follow a only wingflap behind ghost as they rose higher and higher into the sky, then to lock themselves together, and let the wind scream past their ears as they spiraled towards the ground, so that they could release only a few wingspans away from sudden death.

Soap isn't the only one learning though, sure his job was harder, but that doesn't negate Ghost's efforts. He's never learned had to follow so close behind anyone before. He's never had to learn to swoop and dive in tandem with someone else, like he has to with soap. He's never had to follow and lead in this push-pull type of courting.

At first he felt clumsy, too large, not agile enough. It seemed like he bumped, and knocked into everything as he struggled to keep up with soap. He tangled and fought with brambles and branches. And when the broke free into open air he overshot, and soap struggled to keep close behind.

The first time they tried to fly together ghost shot into the air, and soap was panting by the time he'd caught up. Then soap dived down into the thicket of trees. Ghost had tried to follow right behind him, but he'd never had to fly in such close quarters before. He'd nearly flown face first into a bundle of branches, had to duck low to avoid it and had promptly gotten stuck in an overgrown thorn bush, and soap was dusting him in the wind.

It took lots of trial an error to learn how to tuck his wings close to get through the gaps soap practically soared through. It had taken him ages to figure out how to perfectly fit soap into his slipstream to give him more lift. It had taken weeks of watching and following soap to learn how to circle and swoop and to lead as flawlessly as soap

Now, after years and years of learning, and flying, and learning some more, their courtship rituals looked like a perfectly laid out dance.

The way their flight paths twined together as they rose straight up into the air, as high as the could go. The way the locked "talons" and plummet towards the ground in terrifying spirals until they were mere meters from death. Where upon they'll catch themselves with open wings, a feather's width away from eachother. The way they perfectly mirror each other as they snake through trees, and vines, and along cliff faces.

Their monthly courting flights have become somewhat of an, unintentional, spectacle. A private, ordered to 'find' their drill Sergent's pine cone, had stumbled across them on one of their flights. News spread fast over the next few months. Not so silent whispers through the halls of base, that kicked up whenever they walked by.

"Have you seen the lieutenant fly with the Sergent?"

"Never seen a hawk do a death spiral before, you should see it next time"

"I didn't know an eagle could fly like that"

"The stunts they pull are crazy"

It's not that they minded the whispers per-say, no, they knew how to deal with distraction and what not. It's just that when a crowd had shown uo to their next courting flight...

Ghost had never courted anyone before soap. Soap had courted before just... just not compatibly. So to suddenly go from whaterver they had before, to a live action show infront of an audience, was a little uncomfortable at first.

Now they usually put in for some time off to do their flight together. Usually somewhere an hour or two flight off base. That's not to say that they do put on the occasional show for everyone on base. Just that they prefer it to be a more private matter.

I kinda want to write more on this but I also want to experiment with other species and situations

#bald eagle courting rituals #red-tailed hawk courting rituals #bald eagle!Ghost #red-tailed hawk!Soap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #wingfic #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #el rambles

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I’ve recently begun using a wheelchair. Here’s the scoop.

I also started using forearm crutches even more recently but we’ll get to that in a second post bc this one got too long

I got my chair for $325 on OfferUp. It’s a motion composites Helio A6, and it has some fancy cushions on it. All in all I got it like 88% off of original price and it’s in pristine condition. Well, it was, until I brought it home and within 24 hours my cat scratched the (pink!!) paint job and put holes in the cushions. Thanks Misty. It now lives in the back of the car for its protection.

I put a clip-on cup holder on it and purple/white spoke covers. It’s pretty sick.

I use my wheelchair instead of walking/standing probably 30-40% of the time.

Personally

Oh my god it’s helped so much. I have so much more energy. I don’t flinch when I stand or walk. I can wait in line for food. I’m not dizzy, embarrassingly sweaty, and spacey just from standing in line anymore.

Because the previous owner spent literally $1,000 on special cushions (seat and back), I have the comfiest seat in any room 96% of the time. 10/10 would recommend. It helps with the back pain too obvi but first and foremost it’s so comfy.

I can go to the zoo. I get into the zoo for free because college but I can’t ever go because I can’t tolerate walking and standing for so long. But now I can go to the zoo!

I have more energy at the end of the day to participate in household chores and life. Before this, all my time was spent either in school or trying to recover enough to go to school again. Even doing my homework was difficult because of the fatigue, let alone date nights, hobbies, cooking dinner, sweeping the floors… it caused a lot of tension between me and my partner as well as my general being miserable.

Very steep learning curve. Very steep strength curve.

The ramp to my math class isn’t a steep grade but it’s long. When I started using it, I had to wheel up backwards. I got out of breath very easily and my shoulders were always aching something awful after going between classes. Now that hill is quite manageable and I only have sore shoulders if I’m going really fast or really far.

Wheelies. An unexpected but important skill. One that I am not good at. It took me weeks to get my wheels off the ground at all, but once I did I had a huge improvement and quickly was able to get my wheels ~6 or 8 inches off the ground. I still can’t sustain it though. I use them to go over bumps and get started up awkward ramps sometimes.

It’s been an amazing improvement to my life. I’m more independent, in less pain, happier, and more energetic. I should’ve done it earlier.

Observations:

People are weird. They talk to me more. Like, strangers ask me how my day is going in the elevator, people make small talk when they hold the door. This isn’t necessarily negative, but it is weird.

Kids stare. Adults also stare but they try to hide it. I don’t mind when kids stare though. They’re just curious and unaware.

I’m always a little nervous to ever stand up or walk out in public in case someone either thinks it’s a miracle and starts praising the lord or like hate-crimes me for “faking.”

When I wheeled in to all my classes after spring break, my teachers and seat mates were all instantly “oh my god what happened are you ok???” It’s a little awkward to explain that it’s just nerve damage that’s been getting worse.

People usually say “I’m so sorry” or “I hope you get/feel better soon!” And it’s like. I know their intentions are good, of course, but I don’t want people to be sorry! This has been an amazing life change for me! Also I’m not getting better, certainly not any time soon, and conversation gets awkward after that.

I think when I tell people it’s not really a “get better” thing, I think they at least subconsciously think it’s terminal or something?? Like. I’m not dying of nerve damage. I had nerve damage before spring break too. It’s just I finally decided to do something besides suck it up and hope I can make it through the day.

My campus is not as accessible as I once thought. The main culprit? UNLEVEL SIDEWALKS. They are the bane of my existence. My right arm will be pumping like my life depends on it and my left will be almost doing nothing. And then later when I’m doing the other way it’ll be the opposite.

There’s no ramp on the other side of one of the buildings I walk through to get to class. That was awkward.

There’s also a lot of cobblestone-type walking areas. Not only are they hella bumpy to wheel on, but they’re old and not well maintained. The cracks between slabs and the potholes can and will eject me from my chair if I’m not careful.

Funny story #1:

I rolled into the disability center on campus to take a test, as per usual (extended time and testing environment accommodations) and they had me wait while they got everyone else seated, which was weird, and then the testing coordinator came over to me and sat down next to me and was like “heyy how are you?” And I was like “I’m good, I’m good! Ah, well—*gestures to chair* yknow.” And she goes “Yeahh of course… so is this… new?”

Is it new??? Ma’am you see me every three weeks on the dot for tests, and every time for the past two years I’ve walked in on my own two feet, and today I come rolling in as I’ve transgendered into a vehicle. Yeah it’s new!!

Don’t worry I didn’t say that. I said “yeah, well, kind of. The chair is new, but the reasons aren’t. It’s just helping me a lot and my life is easier with it.” or smthn like that and she was like “oh ok good cool great”

Anyways, she just needed to tell me essentially that she would have me take my test at a height-adjustable table. Same room, same everything. Just instead of sitting in a test cubby I’d be at what’s essentially one of those standing desks. I was all nervous just for her to sit me at a table I can crank up and down like an old car window.

Funny Story #2

I’m rolling across the courtyard(??) in front of the library where they were having one of those random college of business things with tents everywhere. You’re aware. Just trying to get to class.

I hear “Hey! Excuse me, hey!” from behind me and I turn my head to see a girl frantically waving me down running across the grass. Naturally I’m intrigued.

She gets to me, a little out of breath, and then goes “Would you be interested in playing tennis?”

I look down at my chair. I look back up at her. “Ah… no…”

She was talking about adaptive tennis. Which I could’ve guessed probably but I was caught so off-guard and I was real confused.

She invited me to join the adaptive sports program/club thing, which is headed by a disabled professor but run entirely by able-bodied students (who get a class credit for volunteering with the organization, essentially). I told her I was really new so probably not, but I was willing to look into it. She gave me the professor’s email and I sent him an email like “hey one of your students flagged me down to talk abt adaptive sports but I’m shit at wheelchairing so probably not but I’d love to meet up and chat and get to know more about the program and stuff.”

It’s been a month. I haven’t gotten a reply or acknowledgement or anything.

All the stuff I can find about the program is obviously directed towards able-bodied students wanting them to volunteer or take the class. The Instagram has a post with each student in the class getting a slide with their lil intro and stuff. The professor only appears in group shots. At any rate I’m not that invested.

Personal Relations

Abled ppl when I told them I’m getting a wheelchair: oh no!! I’m so sorry!! What’s wrong!! That’s awful!! :((((

Disabled ppl when I told them I’m getting a wheelchair: omg that’s amazing I’m so happy for u :)

One exception to the able bodied trope: my youth group Bible study, surprisingly. I was sharing that I was really feeling a lot of turmoil about my decision and all that jazz and they were like “just do it. you already know it’s the right choice, and ur strong enough to do it” and they all “oohed” and “ahhed” when I rolled up with it next week. 10/10 queens.

My wheelchair has caused so many personal relationship issues in my life. So many.

Suddenly everyone’s a medical expert in me specifically. Everyone besides me knows what’s best, and what’s best is not a wheelchair. People who used to ask me what was wrong with them when they had a tickle in their throat or fell on their foot funny have apparently become scholars on complex hashimotos, nerve damage, neuropathy, and any and all suspected other conditions I may have. I wonder when they had time to do that, since they still don’t know how to care for a simple kitchen injury.

When I point out that the alternative to the wheelchair is constant+worsening pain and ask them if that’s what they think is best, these overnight medical experts get all huffy and don’t have an answer.

I have done extensive research about all my diagnosed conditions and possible ones over the course of many years. I’ve been in and out (mostly out) of at least a dozen doctor’s offices and done several rounds of different types of PT. I also live in my body 24/7. One of my earliest memories is of waking up my aunt at night during a sleepover because my nerve pain wouldn’t let me sleep. I wasn’t any older than 4. Back then the only words I had were leg cramps and growing pains.

I didn’t know my pain was abnormal for a long time. I’m good at hiding it. I’m good at “pushing through.” I experienced severe medical neglect, to the point of it being life-threatening, for nearly 2 years in the TTI and I was punished any time I tried to advocate for myself and my needs or really even talked about how I wasn’t physically well.

Basically I gave up trying to truly tell people how bad my quality of life was when I was about 16 because I wasn’t believed and I was often punished and/or had it used against me.

Nevertheless, everyone (read: my partner, my parents, and my partner’s parents) in my life thinks that I’m terrible awful wrong bad lying etc. for using the chair.

I’ve been using it for ~2 months and this is the first week my partner hasn’t argued with me about it or made an unnecessary comment. #1 worst thing they’ve said is that I’m “neglecting half of my body” by not walking 24/7. Oooh that made me mad. I do my PT almost every day, I stretch every day, I know exactly what almost every ache and pain originates from, I check in with my body constantly throughout the day. But I’m “neglecting it.” Not to mention that after my second appointment my Doctor specifically said he wants me using the chair until at least June.

My partner was originally very supportive, but then they talked to their mom and suddenly everything changed and they are borderline vindictive about my chair. Their mother is a Doctor, true, but most of her career she was a PICU nurse and also knows exactly nothing about my medical history except that I’m allergic to pecans and walnuts. Oh, and their dad has a friend who cured hashimotos by going gluten free, so obviously I’m just not trying hard enough or smthn. ((I’ve been almost gluten free before. No change.))

I cried every week about their attitude towards/comments about my chair except for this one. Every time I felt confident about it I would remember everything they said and my shoulders would physically slump. But no matter how many times I brought up how hurt and uncared for I was feeling, it ended up with me crying and them being either the same or more solid in their beliefs.

My therapist is a saint.

On the brightish side, my family and partner have finally begun taking my health and chronic issues seriously. I went to the Doctor two weeks after I got the chair and got started on a new medicine (a loop diuretic if anyone’s curious).

My mom keeps asking if I’m “better yet” and it’s really hurtful for some reason? She wants to know all my improvements, but when I start to say how my chair has helped so much, she cuts me off and says “no I mean the medicine.”

I am on the lowest dose they make, and I only take it every other day. I haven’t lost any weight since starting it (loop diuretics work by flushing excess water out of your body via peeing every twelve seconds, and this leads to weight loss. It’s estimated I’m carrying ~30lbs in water weight). Again, it’s been nearly two months. I’m the pissmaster 9000 every other day.

My mom at some point said she just “can’t accept that I’m in a wheelchair at 20.” My brother in Christ, what does that even mean? I’m not even using it full-time, or even the majority of the time.

I’ve had a follow up with my Doctor since I started but he kept me on the same dose even though I told him I haven’t lost any weight. Cest la vie.

He did tell me he wants me using the chair until at least June, and if all goes well he’ll start me in (another round of) PT, and it sounded like he wanted me doing decently intensive PT because he asked if I was in school in June and said it was good I wasn’t. If I go to PT, the chair usage advice will be passed on to them.

This post got far too long. I’ll split my crutches experience into a separate post and link it here once it’s up.

The chair herself. Yeah it’s in a bathroom don’t worry about it.

#wheelchair #disabled #mobility aid #wheelchair user #disability pride #ableism #disability #adaptive #new wheelchair #pimp my ride

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erablaise-blog · 7 months

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What are your fleurmione comfort fics?

HIIIII I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE I HAVEN'T READ FLEURMIONE IN AGES AND I SHOULD HAVE CAUSE IT'S SO GOOOD

First of all, this, is like, in no particular order. All of them are my comfort fics okay, because Fleurmione is my comfort ship. I am also putting in a keep reading thingie cause this is gonna be a long ride, so buckle up sweetheart.

The Magic of Butterflies By: jess8788 "Hermione starts her fourth year at Hogwarts. Hoping to just relax, and get rid of her strange dreams She gets caught up in something she never expected, and they have the most beautiful blue eyes."

This one is not finished, but you will have to take it out of my cold, dead fingers because it's the most beautifully crafted comfort blankie.

On Teenagers And LoveBy: anamatics On the surface, things are not always what they seem. Everything has taken on a far more serious tone as Hermione and Fleur attempt to navigate their constantly shifting relationship during Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts. War is coming, and they can feel it in their bones. Fleur/Hermione!

If I could take everything anamatics has ever written and wrap it around me like a weighted blanket, I would.

Fleur De Mon CoeurBy: SkyKnight07 Goblet of Fire but in a different year. Fleur comes to Hogwarts to take part in the Triwizard Tournament not realising that her life is going to change drastically, by the simple presence of Hogwarts' All-Time Smartest Witch, Hermione Granger, who she finds to be her lifelong mate. Notes: This is kinda modern AU, set in 2015 & there are no Horcruxes in this fic.

I cried actual tears when this fic got updated after years. *chefs kiss*

Aucune Defense Pour ToiBy: D. Geheimnis Fleur is not an expert in the ways of love, but in Hermione's final year with time running out, the learning curve is steep. Written, with permission, as a companion piece to Dreiser's "No Defense for You" in Fleur's POV.

This one is perfection.

Second Chances by Kamaro0917 Everything changed in the blink of an eye. Harry Potter was dead and the war was lost. The remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix go into hiding and Voldemort’s rise to power is complete. In a twist of fate, Hermione finds a Time Turner and makes plans to fix the mistakes of the past. Little does she know, she’s not the only one making the time jump.

Dusk of Summer by ReginaCorda Dusk of Summer takes place during Hermione's fourth year at Hogwarts, the same year that Fleur Delacour visits the school in hope to compete in the Triwizard Tournament, and the same year they begin their love affair. This is an alternate universe, so possibilities are limitless. I must apologize for the terrible summary, but there's quite a bit more information inside.

Wherever You Go, That's Where I Am by RachelC978 Set two years after the downfall of Voldemort, Hermione is forced to face old feelings when Fleur moves into her apartment block. Prepare for some hopeless gays and the ups and downs of a group of friends in their 20's.

#fleurmione #fleur delacour #hermione granger #this got a bit long and there is still more i would love to include but alas #read fleurmione #i got an ask!

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lbibliophile-sw · 6 months

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Standard Procedure

Also on AO3 [490 words] @whumptober-archive - day 31: emptiness @clonefandomevents - Haunted Clone week - day 29/30: [free] @clonefandomevents - Coruscant Guard Bingo: not in the regs manual

The most useful thing the Kaminoans taught the Guard was adaptability. So much of their duties are outside of their training, leaving them scrambling to come up with procedures and processes. It is a steep learning curve, both initially then for each new batch of shinies to join their ranks, but they manage.

Like the blackouts.

Once they got past the confusion, past the horror, they worked out a procedure.

It starts when vacant-vode return to the guardhouse. They are usually a Commander, or one of the specialists, but most of the Guard have been affected at some point. There is a particular gait that everyone learns to recognise – too stiff, too precise. The vod’s voice matches their movement, blank in a way that is distinctly different to normal dissociation.

As soon as they are recognised, the vacant-vod is shuffled off to debriefing. Where possible, it is with one of the Commanders, or a handful of other higher officers. Where there are notable visible injuries, Zontal is called to take point. Where no-one can be immediately available, the vod is given an empty room with a recording device and written copy of the debrief List, a more junior Guard standing watch outside.

Because they never know how long the blackout will last. In the best instances, they are able to lead the vod through debrief, through food and shower and bed, and they can wake up as usual for their next shift, pretending that the empty gap in their memory was caused by simple exhaustion. Sometimes, they regain awareness mid-debrief, cutting their report short, but with someone there to hold them through the disorienting return to their body and to catch them up on any important details from the missing hours. In the worst instances, awareness returns in the medbay before the anaesthetic has kicked in.

They never know how long a blackout will last, so they have developed the debrief List. It is… difficult, talking to the vacant-vode. They will respond to orders or direct questions from superiors, but only where it doesn’t contradict some other invisible set of instructions. Through trial and error they have identified and prioritised a list of questions. What do they most need to know about the blackout? What is the vacant-vod able to tell them? Too many questions from the first category are passed over because they don’t fit the second.

But they ask what they can. To know what injuries need addressing. To know what other investigations or activities might be impacted. To know what reports they need to not follow up, lest the investigating Guard suffer a blackout of their own. To try to glean any more details of who and why and how.

But the Guard are adaptable. With a procedure in place, and no further leads, the blackouts become… routine. Just another duty they were never trained for.

After all, maybe it is better that they don’t remember.

#haunted clones week #CG bingo #whumptober 2023 #no.31 #emptiness #star wars #sw:tcw #fanfic #ficlet #inhibitor chips #mind control #mind control aftermath #coruscant guard #bingo fill

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 7 months

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Finally part 4! Took me a while but hey at least I got through it. Sorry if it feels a little rushed

You can read a summary here in part 1

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash don’t read if you don’t want to be plunged into the dark side

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, lots of sexual content, m/m sex, slash of course, unrequited love, lots of angst, smoking and drinking, third person POV Jake, Danny, and Sam, restaurant AU

Word count: 5.7k

Danny switched spots with Jake on the couch pulling his boxers off of him in the jumbled movements, not being able to get his hands on him fast enough. After a few good strokes had Jake moaning into his mouth, he backed away and stood up.

Jake looked up at him, confused and slightly fearful he’d done something wrong. “You thought you could just handle me however you wanted and wouldn’t have to pay a price?”

Jake’s expression changed from weary to confident again as he taunted Danny back. “What will you do to me then? What’s my punishment?” He lifted his leg and wrapped it around Danny’s, rubbing their calves together. “You better make it a good one or I might just do it again”.

Danny pulled his leg off of him and grabbed Jake by the waist, flipping him over on the couch so that Jake was on his knees and leaning over the back.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you’ve learned your lesson, but first I want to watch you to prepare yourself with the same fingers you used on me”.

Jake bit his lip, looking over his shoulder at Danny and the bottle of lube he had left on the corner of the table just behind him.

Danny’s eyes followed his line of sight, shaking his head with a click of his tongue. Instead of kindly collecting the bottle for him, he put both his large hands on Jake's ass and spread his cheeks apart. Leaning over he let a good amount of spit trail from his mouth down onto him.

Jake's breath caught when he felt the warm saliva hit him just where he needed it. Danny did always have a good aim.

With one hand he held himself up against the back of the couch while the other reached behind to collect the wetness starting to drip down with the right set of fingers.

“Danny, I can’t reach” he tried pouting because he wanted the other’s hands on him, not his own.

“Yes you can” Danny replied without a hint of sympathy for his struggle, watching as Jake’s fingers flexed to find their way. “Do your best”.

Eventually he found a way to work his fingers in and out, an arch in his back helping reach while also causing slight pain. Maybe he really was being punished.

He could hear Danny’s quiet hums of satisfaction from behind him as Jake was being a little rough with himself in an eager attempt to save time.

“Look at you,” Danny snickered, caressing his hand down the steep curve of Jake’s back causing goosebumps to form on his otherwise flushed and clammy skin. “So needy and impatient” he slapped Jake’s hand away just as his own had been earlier.

Jake sighed, trying to straighten his back out and ease the ache, but Danny reached around and pulled him back into the same position eliciting a hiss.

“Here” he offered Jake his fingers, tapping them against his full pouty lips until Jake opened and let Danny slip two inside. He sucked on the digits, lathering them up while swirling his tongue until Danny was pleased and moved them around to his backside.

Danny pushed in deeper than Jake could, curling his fingers in a way he only just recently understood could cause a surge of pleasure to rip through your body. Jake was much more acquainted with the feeling, able to control his moans as Danny worked him. At least for now.

“Danny…” Jake panted, causing Danny to break his concentration with a “hmm?” in response. “I want you” he pleaded, just fingers no longer enough to satiate his body’s hunger.

Danny placed his free hand on Jake’s shoulder, lowering him down to let his back momentarily relax and leaned over him until his lips were just behind his ear.

“You have me” his hot breath tickled as he whispered, sending a shiver down Jake's spine just underneath him. What a cruel thing to say. Jake knew he did not have him.

Maybe in the moment Jake had him by body, but not by soul.

Nevertheless, Jake was too far gone now to concern himself with the feelings Danny’s words stirred in him.

“Is this my punishment? Are you going to tease me all night?” Jake questioned, turning his head so that their noses brushed against each other and he could nip at Danny’s lips. The lips that spoke to him so sweetly without even comprehending the turmoil he caused inside Jake. “You will have to try a little harder than that”.

“Oh,” Danny let his mouth linger next to Jake’s, gliding their lips together without any pressure until Jake tried to press in a kiss. He pulled away, denying Jake’s advance and moving to graze along his neck. “You want it harder?”

In one swift movement, Danny removed his fingers and pressed himself inside. Jake couldn’t hold back his groan this time. He braced himself against the back of the couch as a swift and steady pace was set right off the bat.

His moans and cries painted the empty white walls. Glancing around he thought to himself if this was how he decorated his apartment, then he wouldn’t mind putting in the work every night.

With both hands perched on the back of the couch now, he lifted his torso off the cushion causing Danny to pull off him as well. Jake started to rock his hips back into Danny’s, his head falling back and jaw going slack as he started to see colors bouncing off the white.

“Harder” he called out, carnal desire taking over any rational thought he had left.

He felt his skin twitch as Danny’s fingers tickled the side of his neck to collect all the long strands of hair there and drag it over his shoulders to the other side. Once he had one shoulder clear of any hair that could get caught, his hand returned in a firm grip. Using that grip as leverage to quicken his pace.

Looking down, Danny’s glazed eyes soaked in the image of the figure below him. He used his forearm to wipe the sweat dripping from his brown so his vision would be blur free as he traced the line from Jake’s shoulders to his waist then his hips and, oh god, to his full ass.

Danny knew he’d never get enough of watching himself disappearing inside him from this angle. Even if he knew Jake was making the most beautifully twisted expressions right now.

The sound of skin slapping against skin paired with raspy groans filled Jake's head and drove him absolutely more wild and ravenous.

“Fucking hell you fuck so good!” Jake's voice was coming out in cries now, but it didn’t bother him one bit. He was getting so close, his muscles so taught from the position he was in and the building orgasm deep in the pit of his stomach.

He thought Danny was doing better at keeping it together behind him, until he heard a breathy chuckle escape before a muttered “say fuck again”. He was laughing at him? No, Danny wasn’t keeping it together at all. He was being driven just as insane with pleasure as Jake was.

“Fuuuck Danny, I’m close” Jake was smiling too, the bliss overcoming the annoyance of being laughed at. “Just don’t stop”.

“I am too. You feel so good”. Danny used his other hand to slip under Jake's arm and lift his torso up until his back was flush against Danny’s chest again, only this time they were both upright. Then both arms came around and held him close as Danny continued to thrust up into him.

Jake's body was writhing in the embrace, his own arms coming up over his head and wrapping around so that his fingers could lace into thick curls.

He twisted his neck and pushed on Danny’s head until their lips met in a sloppy lopsided kiss. Their bodies were so in sync with each other that neither had to warn the other of their impending release.

One of Danny’s hands trailed down the stretched expanse of Jake's skin until it met its destination. His long fingers encompassed Jake's hardened length and with just a little bit of attention Jake was coming completely undone.

Although getting covered in your own cum wasn’t ideal, he figured Jake preferred cleaning himself up rather than trying to scrub the stains out of his couch. So he kept him held upwards, feeling the hot drops trail down his fingers as he stroked him through it.

Jake was clenching so hard around him as his orgasm reached its peak that Danny had to drop his head into the crook of Jake's neck and sink his teeth into his shoulder to hold himself back until Jake was done.

As soon as he finished, Danny slipped out and wrapped the same hand that just got Jake off around himself to finish the job.

Jake fell against the couch, the hot strings of Danny’s second orgasm of the night coming down on his back as he caught his breath and reeled himself in.

It took Jake a minute to get himself cleaned up, and he definitely needed a shower, but for now a towel would do the trick. Neither of them were in much of a hurry to get redressed though. Instead they both sat on the couch and stared at each other with unbelievable grins.

“You know what always hits the spot after a good fuck?” Jake asked rhetorically since he was going to give the answer to Danny anyways. Emphasizing the work fuck because Danny seemed to think it was funny he enjoyed using it so much.

Lifting his sore body up off the couch, he wobbled over to his bag that was hanging up by the door. From inside he pulled out a small plastic bag containing a few perfectly rolled joints. He retrieved one roll, and then resealed the bag and stuffed it back in and found his lighter.

Danny’s eyes lit up when he could clearly make out what it was Jake had in his hand. “You’re telling me we’ve been hanging out all this time and you’re only just now bringing out your stash? You’ve been holding back on me?” He faked a scoff, his true emotion being given away by the huge smile on his face.

“It’s some good stuff too” Jake handed it to him to inspect before reaching over to light it up and let him take the first drag.

“That is some good shit” Danny coughed out and passed it over. “Where do you get it? The only stuff I can get from campus isn’t the best”.

In between two long puffs Jake replied, “I work in a kitchen. We’ve always got good weed”.

“Noted” Danny took another long puff and they both relaxed, sinking further into the couch as they passed it back and forth and washing it down with the rest of the whisky in their glasses.

“You know what else sounds really good right about now?” Danny’s eyes were starting to redden, both from the effects of the drug and from growing tiredness.

He fought back the sleepiness, instead choosing to continue to enjoy the rest of his visit. He didn’t know when the next chance he would get to hang out with Jake like this would be, and he was really enjoying himself. When Jake finally realized Danny had said something he rolled his head over to face him with raised brows. “Some brownies. Like how my mom used to make them”.

“I’ve got stuff to make brownies” Jake replied, already pulling himself off the couch and sauntering over into the kitchen.

“I didn’t say you had to make them!” Danny hopped up and chased after him, but Jake was already eagerly starting to pull ingredients out of his pantry. “Besides, I did say I wanted my moms brownies”.

“Are you doubting my brownie making skills Daniel?” Jake shot him a sideways look through squinted eyes then handed him some eggs to start cracking in a mixing bowl.

Jake explained the steps of making brownies to Danny, the both of them trying not to die from laughter when Danny kept confusing the measurements Jake was telling him and nearly putting one tablespoon of salt into the batter instead of a teaspoon.

Before too long they were both sinking their teeth into the warm gooey squares with content smiles. “Damn, I think these are better than my moms brownies actually” Danny admit. Although it very well could have just been his munchies talking.

“Who did you think made all the brownies for the restaurant back at home?” Jake chuckled, watching in awe as Danny went in for a second.

“I don’t know, I guess I always assumed your mom?”

“It’s my grandma’s recipe, mom taught me when I was just a kid, and since then it was always my job to make them. I could make these in my sleep at this point”.

Danny nodded his head, finishing the last bite and inspecting the smudge of chocolate it left behind on his thumb.

Jake took Danny’s hand by the wrist and brought his thumb to his mouth, popping it inside and licking it clean for him.

Danny’s breath caught at the action, watching as Jake sucked on his thumb. Jake looked up at him through his lashes, his eyes asking is this okay?

As soon as Jake released him from his mouth, Danny’s hand curled around through his hair to the back of his neck and tugged Jake into a surgery kiss.

Jake kept Danny up into the early morning. Danny never noticed before, but Jake was talkative after smoking. Although as he felt his high fade away, surly Jake’s had too.

Yet he kept talking to Danny, and Danny listened to anything and everything Jake wanted to say, catching himself smiling wickedly at the way he became so animated during the times most people would be sound asleep.

Sound asleep Jake finally was, just as the sun started to rise, its bright morning rays shrouded by the thick black curtains Jake had hung in his bedroom.

He’d hardly even noticed it was morning, until the overwhelming feeling of tiredness finally snuck up on him as he laid there next to Jake and his peaceful sleeping face.

He examined the way his nose scrunched ever so slightly when Danny exhaled a little too hard. He had a scar on his face, one you could only really see when you were this up close. Then Danny took to counting the long lashes that fluttered every time his eyes raced beneath his lids following whatever he was seeing in his dream.

Before long Danny was asleep next to him, fearing how soon he’d have to wake up and return to feeling lost again.

It was already two o’clock in the afternoon when Jake finally woke up. He had cottonmouth and a slight headache, but he was thankful that he didn’t have to go in until late today. He still had time to take a long hot shower and eat a little something so he could take some extra strength ibuprofen before another hectic evening in the kitchen.

His hips felt loose when he stood up out of bed and stretched. He didn’t mind though, in fact he’d always kind of liked the morning after soreness. Not much unlike the way someone who liked hitting the gym liked the burn.

Without even thinking, he reached for his phone and opened up a new text thread to Danny and carried his phone with him to the bathroom.

Sorry if I kept you up too late

2:12 PM

No worries. I had a good time!

2:15 PM

Jake was surprised to see he’d text back rather quickly, a smile warming his face as he read the first message when another one came through.

Do it again sometime?

Maybe when I don’t have class the next day though

2:16 PM

Shit, my bad

I can be a little much when I stay up that late

2:18 PM

Like I said, no worries

But I think I’m going to need a pick me up if I’m going to get through the closing shift tonight

2:21 PM

I think I can arrange something

Swing by at 3?

2:22 PM

Cool, see you in a bit!

2:24 PM

Jake closed the thread and set his phone on the counter so he could get the shower running. As soon as it was warm enough he got under the stream, letting the hot drops wash away any reservations he’d had left.

“Coffee?” Jake extended the tall cup he’d picked up on the way to Sam and Danny’s shared apartment.

Once he stepped inside, he looked around to see if there was any sign of his brother.

“Sam’s still in class” Danny chuckled as he took the cup and closed the door behind Jake.

“Good” Jake replied, shooting Danny a suggestive quirk of his brow which made him nearly choke on his first sip of the steaming hot liquid. “I didn’t get him anything” Jake joked, finding it entertaining how only one look from him could now send Danny into a tizzy.

Little did Danny know that Jake did have intentions other than bringing him a coffee and giving him a ride to work. He set his own cup down and followed Danny into his room to ‘get changed’.

A little over thirty minutes and one quick and sloppy blow job later, they were rushing out the door in a fit of laughter hoping Jake didn’t just make them both late.

Sam showed up for his shift at the bar an hour after Jake and Danny were already clocked in and working.

“Hey, stayed at Jake’s again last night?” Sam asked when he finally got Danny pulled to the side as he was waiting for a few drinks for one of his tables.

Danny looked flustered, but replied confidently. “Yeah, he’s just been lonely since Josh moved out. We umm smoked some really good shit and passed out”. Mostly true.

Sam’s eyes narrowed, like he knew there had to be more to the story. He knew his brother and that he could handle himself, but he also knew his friend and Danny’s tendency to nurture.

“So you’re telling me my brother’s got a stash he hasn’t shared with me?” Sam scoffed, his usual demeanor sliding back into place letting Danny relax a bit.

“I don’t know what to tell you” Danny shook his head as he gathered up the drinks onto the large round tray, nearly dropping them all with shaking hands.

“You good?” Sam wearily watched as Danny steadied the tray.

“Just a little bit too much coffee today” he rubbed his sweaty palms over his apron before attempting to pick up the tray again.

“Hey by the way, I invited Kim to the Halloween party. It’s next weekend, remember?” Sam smiled charmingly, thinking he was doing his friend a favor by involving a girl he somehow thought Danny had an eye for.

Danny sighed, he had almost forgotten about the little Halloween party Savanna and Sam had suddenly decided to throw together. He already imagined it was going to be an awkward night, and now Kimberly was coming.

“Is Jake invited? I think it would be good for him to get out”.

“Tell him to bring his stash and he’s in. Sharing is caring Daniel!”

Danny rolled his eyes. Sharing, yeah Jake was really good at that.

The night of the party came soon. If they could even call it a party when all it consisted of was Sam, Savanna, Kim, Danny, and finally Jake was the last to arrive.

Jake made himself a strong drink next to Danny, the both of them sharing looks and the same thought. How were they going to get through the night with Sam and Savanna already tipsy and hanging on each other? Jake hated seeing her with Sam just as much as he did.

“So Kim,” Savanna spoke up from where she sat perched confidently on Sam’s lap when Jake and Danny returned to the living room. “It’s been how long since you and what’s-his-name broke up?”

Kimberly reminded her of her supposed ex’s name, “a little over 6 months” and took a long gulp from her cup. Soon she would need a refill too.

The air was heavy, the silent breaks filled with a playlist Jake only assumed was Savanna’s since it wasn’t anything he, Sam, or Danny had ever shown an interest in.

“Think it’s time to get back out there?” Savanna continued to push although Kim clearly looked embarrassed by the discussion.

“I suppose so” Kim replied, rocking her cup back and forth and watching as the liquid swirled around inside.

“Is there anyone you’re interested in? I know a guy who’s really nice, hasn’t dated anyone in forever”. She very obviously was staring at Danny who wiggled in his seat. Everyone could tell that they were both uncomfortable, but no one spoke up to silence her.

“Sam” Jake warned, letting him have a chance to reel her in before he said something himself.

Sam locked eyes with Jake, his hand on Savanna’s hip tightening. Before either of them could get into it, Kim did speak up.

“Actually, I am interested in someone. A guy at work” she moved to tuck a curled strand of hair behind her ear.

Danny’s eyes shot to her in surprise. Did Sam know something he didn’t? Is that why they were trying so hard to set them up?

Kimberly’s eyes flashed past Danny though, and settled on Jake who was trying hard to keep his cool.

Jake was nervous all of a sudden. Unexpecting her to be interested in him. He had to say something, he could feel Danny’s eyes on him now too. “I don’t really think dating someone you work with is a good idea”.

Kim diverted her gaze back to her cup, “you’re probably right” she tilted her head back and finished its contents before standing to move to the kitchen.

“The fuck Jake?” Sam growled at him as soon as Kim was out of earshot.

“What?! How was I supposed to know?” Jake shot back, quickly matching his energy.

“No, the ‘I don’t think dating someone you work with is a good idea’?” Sam corrected him to which Jake snickered.

“Well, I don’t think it’s a good idea”.

Savanna stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. Sam stood behind her and rubbed his hands over her shoulders in an attempt to ease her as she shot daggers with her eyes in Jake’s direction.

“If you have a problem with our relationship then say something Jake” Savanna demanded, rolling her shoulder to get Sam to leave her be.

Savanna and Jake had been building tension between each other for days now since their altercation over the inventory. No one knew exactly why they’d been at each other's throats, but it was about to boil over right now.

“Okay, I have a problem with your relationship” Jake admitted to her face then turned to his brother. “Sam, she’s been abusing her role as bar manager and she’s going to rope you up in it”.

“Excuse me?!” Savanna full on yelled, reaching down to find something to throw at Jake before Sam caught her and placed her back down onto the couch next to him.

“What’s he talking about babe?” Sam held her shoulders and leaned in to speak with her.

Jake watched closely, waiting for Savanna to fess up otherwise he’d tell Sam himself.

Kimberly returned, confused as to why everyone was suddenly angry and yelling. Danny jumped up and led her down into his room to give everyone else a bit of privacy as they sorted this out.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about” Savanna tried to play the victim, now holding onto Sam’s arms in an attempt to get him to pity her.

“Bullshit!” Jake spat, she knew exactly what she was doing, just didn’t think she’d get caught.

“Jake, shut the hell up” Sam quipped at him, waiting for his girlfriend to clear the air.

When Savanna didn’t know what to say to cover herself, she gave in looking up at Sam with pleading eyes. “Sam, you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t mean for it to go this far”.

Sam removed his arms from around her and straightened up, but reached over to collapse his hands around hers and pull them into his lap while he listened.

“You know that agent I met a while ago? The one I hoped was going to help me get my art portfolio off the ground?” Savanna began, Sam shaking his head yes and easing her to continue.

Jake shifted in his seat, but stayed put, he himself feeling like he deserved an explanation for what he’d found and tried to bring up to her on the inventory.

“I invited him to the bar and gave him a few drinks ‘on the house’. Trying to impress him and get a leg up. I was going to pay for the drinks myself, so I opened a promo tab for him, but he kept coming and ordering more. He even brought others with him, some up and coming artists he’d said I could collaborate with before I got my name out there. He’d order them drinks too and I’d just put them on the tab. Before long, the bill wracked up, but I didn’t know how to ask him to start paying for his drinks. So I tried to-” she trailed off, and they both knew what happened from there.

“Does he still come?” Sam asked, concerned that she was still digging herself into a deeper hole. She nodded her head yes. “Next time he comes, call me, I don’t care if I’m off or not, I’ll come up there and set it straight for you. That asshole isn’t going to just keep using you like that”.

Jake's stomach churned as he saw them hug each other. Was he still pissed at Savanna for being stupid? Yes, but he was glad she finally fessed up.

She’d made a mistake, one she would have to correct if she was going to be redeemed in Jake’s eyes, but he could tell that Sam truly did care for her and that made him weary.

“Come on, you need another drink?” Sam asked, motioning with his head for Jake to follow him into the kitchen.

“You knew she was promo-ing drinks?” Sam asked once he had Jake alone.

“No, but there were some discrepancies on the inventory I did last week. I tried to ask her about it and she blew up on me” Jake revealed. There still seemed to be something she wasn’t disclosing, but what she’d said already was enough for tonight.

Sam puffed his cheeks and blew out the air as he ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was a big deal, something she could get fired for, but he held his resolve that he’d help her cut him off.

“Sam” Jake rested his hand on his brother's shoulder, “I’ve already turned in the paperwork. I don’t know if they’re going to say anything to her or not, but she can’t be fucking up again, you either”.

Despite how much he wanted to see Savanna get fired purely for the way she undermined him, he didn’t want to see Sam upset.

“Alright” Sam agreed, pouring some more liquor into two cups and heading back out into the living room.

Jake found himself making another drink as well when he heard the music turned up full blast. So the party was finally starting.

“Shots! Anyone?!” Savanna was the drunkest after a round of a drinking card game she insisted everyone play.

Jake was feeling his liquor hit too, but he took one of the tiny glasses filled to the brim from the table anyways.

“Oh god, I don’t think I can do a shot right now” Kim laughed, she wasn’t far behind Savanna.

“Oh come on!” Danny cheered, reaching down to pluck two, one for him and one for her.

Sam grabbed the last one, and they all clinked them together before tossing the searing liquid back.

Kim giggled as she stumbled over to where Savanna’s phone lay on the shelf next to the speaker.

“Vanna Banna, password!” She called out to her drunk friend.

“0403” Savanna hollered back, now back to being cuddled up with Sam on the couch.

Those numbers sound familiar. Jake thought, but his inner monologue was interrupted by Kim turning up the volume even louder for the song she’d picked.

“Oh fuck, I love this song!” Danny beamed, grabbing Kim’s hands and dancing with her as they both shouted the simple lyrics.

I like the girls who do drugs! Girls with cigarettes! In the back of the club!

Danny and Kim had somehow become fast friends when he took her to his room while Sam, Jake, and Savanna talked earlier.

That wasn’t surprising, considering Danny had a certain charm and appeal even Jake couldn’t help himself around.

The song was over quickly, but Kim didn’t take her hands from Danny’s, instead she pulled them around her waist and reached up to plant a drunken kiss right on his lips in front of everybody.

“Ok! I think that’s enough for tonight” Savanna jumped up off the couch and pulled Kim off Danny, walking her down the hall into Sam’s bedroom as her friend laughed.

“God he’s a good kisser!”

Sam was laughing too, not shaken by the act of PDA one bit, but Jake let out a huff and stormed off through the front door, grabbing his jacket on the way.

Danny chased after him, not wasting a moment to run into his room and grab his own jacket. Instead he let the cold air nip at his flushed skin.

“Jake! Wait!” Danny called out to him, his breath coming out in puffs.

Jake rounded the side of the apartment building, reaching into his pocket for his lighter and finding nothing. It was at home in his backpack. Fuck.

He bit his lip, hard, when Danny caught up to him. He needed something in his mouth to distract him otherwise he would just…

“Hey, we’re just drunk, she didn’t mean to-” Danny tried to explain but was cut off by Jake's hands wrapping around his neck and yanking him down until their lips met.

“Jake, stop” Danny pulled away causing Jake to fall back onto the brick.

Danny reached back out to him when he saw the hurt in Jake’s eyes, but Jake wasn’t hurt, he was only sorry.

Jake let Danny wrap his arms around his shoulders and pull him into a hug, sliding his arms up the expanse of that large back and nuzzling his cold nose into his shoulder.

Danny shivered, his t-shirt not enough layers to fend off the elements.

“You good?” Danny asked after giving Jake a moment.

Jake nodded his head, unable to find his words, just frozen in guilt.

“Come on, let’s go back inside” Danny took his hand and guided him back to the front door, not letting go until they were walking back through the threshold.

Sam had already turned off the music and shut off most of the lights. Getting the drift that the party was over.

Jake shrugged his jacket off and kicked his feet free of his boots before flopping onto the couch. Danny found a blanket to bring to him and set a bottle of water onto the table for him just in case.

“Danny-” Jake whispered, unsure who was still up to hear him.

“Yes?” He replied, his tone so soft and comforting.

“Sam will realize one day”. Jake just wanted to assure him, but ended up revealing a little too much. “I did”.

“Good night Jake” was all Danny could say, though his mind raced with a thousand other unspoken words between them.

“G’night”.

Danny entered his room and found a pair of jeans and a familiar t-shirt shed just behind the door.

In the dark he could make out a figure underneath his covers.

Sam was fast asleep, Kim and Savanna having taken up residence for the night in his bed. So obviously his next best option was to sleep with Danny.

As he pulled back the covers he saw the milky expanse of Sam’s bare chest. It wasn’t an uncommon sight, but seeing him like that in his own bed sent a twinge through his body.

He pulled off his own jeans, deciding to keep his shirt on and slipped under the shared covers, keeping his back turned towards Sam who stirred behind him.

“Jake alright?” His voice was raspy. The alcohol and little bit of sleep getting to him.

Danny curled in on himself, nearly wishing he was still outside in the cold instead of wrapped up in the warmth so that his body wouldn’t be reacting this way. “He’s fine. Everything’s fine”.

The next day at work, Kimberly found Danny durning break, admitting that she’d had way too much to drink and that she really didn’t remember much of what happened before she was drug off to bed.

“I am so sorry” she apologized over again when Danny hesitantly recapped them dancing and then her suddenly kissing him. “I knew I shouldn’t have had that last shot”.

“It’s alright, I’m kind of the one who encouraged you anyways” he reach behind to scratch the back of his head, he really shouldn’t have had that last shot either.

“Danny, I want you to know that I don’t feel that way about you, but I do like you. You’re a really good guy” she carefully explained. Although they had surpassed the coworkers stage, she still kept it very professional while at work which Danny was thankful for.

“Glad to hear” he chuckled, “and I get it, you like someone else”.

She blushed, clearly remembering that awkward conversation. “Jake isn’t an easy guy to have a crush on, but I can’t help myself”.

“That’s understandable. Jake is…” he trailed off, unsure how much he should say. “Jake is special”.

She nodded her head, maybe understanding a little more than only what he’d said, but if she did she kept it to herself.

@psychedelicsprinkles @twistedmelodies @heckingfrick

#Greta van fic #Greta van smut #greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #Janny gvf #Sanny gvf

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bill and ted and their efforts in education is something thats So Important to me - they really do want to learn and find new things soo interesting, its just that traditional teaching methods fail them. even stuff they love (music) took them so long to learn !!!! which is something i feel like ppl miss a lot. choosing to learn smthn that is difficult and has a steep learning curve is actually So Hard and frustrating and bill and ted actually put in so much effort to learn!! and ofc it works out (they win battle of the bands, become famous, save the world etc) but i feel like they wouldve worked at it even if they never met rufus and all that bc they approach life with such genuine earnestness. which is a trait i admire so much and they make me so happy :)

yes dude you absolutely hit the nail on the head!!! i love love love that Bill and Ted don't make it through any of the movies thanks to any kind of special skill or innate talent, they manage to make it through just because they're so affable and enthusiastic that people around them (even some who would have reason to actually dislike them) just can't seem to help but be taken with them and decide to help them out - no perpetuating the myth of independence anywhere!!

and you're so right about the time travel probably not being strictly Necessary in their development like, their audition at the beginning of Bogus Journey isn't very good but it's still technically way more musical than their garage jam sessions were in Excellent Adventure! (You could argue that's just the Princesses carrying the sound, which is probably true to an extent, BUT I don't think that's it entirely bc there's not any discordant distortion-noise like there was in EA and parts of the melody do seem to cut out when Bill and Ted pause playing to speak) So they were learning and improving between movies, it's just that they're naturally kind of slow at it AND they've also probably not been able to focus on learning all that well bc they're working full time and struggling financially - once they take like a year and a half outside of time to practice nothing but guitar they're able to show off some serious musical acumen, and THEN i love how Face the Music shows how even though they've both gotten pretty Technically skilled at a huge variety of instruments, they're still 'bad at it' bc they struggle to write music that other people enjoy/understand and they still aren't overly bothered by that at all!

Also love that the same applies to Billie and Thea - they seem to have a much easier time of things than their dads do wrt learning/innate skills BUT they're still 24 and haven't moved out or gone to college or gotten jobs or anything and no one (other than Chief Logan ofc) puts them down or admonishes them for this! They're both loved and supported wholeheartedly by their parents (who OFC understand it all completely) and they make it through the movie the same exact way Bill and Ted did! Even though Billie and Thea do rely on a more-than-solid grasp of musical history to navigate the circuits of time, their ability to sway the historical figures to their cause largely thanks to their enthusiasm for the topic and general affability and i love how that's always upheld by the movies as a Valued Trait i love it SO much

#i also lovve how bill and ted were originally thought of as like Complete outcasts in high school who were like Actively disliked #by more popular kids and the writers and director saw the energy that the actors brought to the characters and were like 'oh no way'#and cut the notion entirely bc they're just SO affable that they were like 'well maybe no one especially Likes them but no one probably #Dislikes them that much' and so it was scrapped; but i love them so much like you even get the sense that Mr. Ryan is Aware that #bill and ted are Trying to put genuine effort into school bc he doesn't talk at them like 'if you just applied yourselves' or like they're #fucking around in class on purpose he just tries to level with them and seems at least a Little upset that he'd have to flunk them #bc he just doesn't have the time/resources as a teacher to help them out like they'd need ; and like it's not even like in EA #they're ONLY piggybacking off the historical figures to carry the report - their voice over throughout the montage is proof that they were #actively paying attention and learning stuff about the dudes as they were hanging around throughout the movie - like finally learning #how to pronounce 'socrates' and identifying joan of arc as a military leader and stuff - it's just that they have like #learning/intellectual disabilities and struggle like hell in traditional learning environments; i love them SO much they're SO important 2m #bnt

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MH World 50 hours in impressions:

- I cannot stop being amazed by the gorgeous environments. The dev team responsible for this lush, acidic, insane and beautiful world deserve like, and oscar or better two. I don't remember any critics awards praising specifically the environmental design, but this game needs said category to be created. I genuinely adore all of these locations. They require terrain knowledge to effectively navigate, nothing is ever simply flat - there are hills and slopes and drops and new highs everyone.

- I see now why Nergigante is the fan-fave. Vulture porcupine is really really badass. A complete nightmare to fight, but badass nonetheless.

- DODOGAMA FRIEND-SHAPED BOI ))) I am not killing him ever.

- Definitely no regrets since I installed the unlimited consumables mod. It cuts me the ingredients grind, and this game is grindy enough as it is, it also helps out with keeping the buffs on in case you faint. Cause you're not gonna use the buffs unless you really need them, and the game shouldn't punish you with even more limited resources if you're already struggling. It does lose a bit of the preparation for the environment aspect, but I have a good imagination and a thirst for that on my own, no need for the game to enforce it. Same with the speed eating and flinch free charms mod. Technically, by the game standards, these are cheating, and I know this is a game about mastering a monster to the point of killing them naked with your fists, but. I like my learning curves less steep, and my playtime has much improved after getting these mods, so again, no regrets at all.

- The kinsect evolutions are all gorgeous I want to have my own army of bugs)))

- Never tried to move into the private quarters before today, and 50-hours in I Finally Saw the multiple pets placement function. Adore this

- Love my science madlad grandma returning, I need more of her

- The game needed 50 hours to learn what monster-inspired weapon design is. I already got used to the, let's say, Minimalist, style of MHW weapons, but now. after so many hours. the game finally gives me more interesting options. It's especially funny to me that the only, so far, water glaive comes from jyro and it looks like an axe??? Badass. No idea why, but I'm not complaining

- I have basic knowledge of the four elder dragons that will come next, but I really hope they'll be more interesting than just the surface level 'elemental monster'. Hopefully, the deal with them is the same as with Nergi, and the monster looks much cooler and better in-actual-game.

#mhw #mh world #monster hunter world

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lewis hamilton during the post-qualifying press conference, canada - june 9, 2007 (transcript under the cut)

Lewis: "Absolutely. Absolutely. As you can tell, I'm just delighted. It's been an amazing day. To come to Canada my first time… It's been tough. It's not an easy circuit to learn, and Fernando's been extremely quick and so have the BMWs and Ferraris. But we dialed in the car in P3 and I had an opportunity to go out and put it on pole, and this time I took the opportunity and grabbed it by the hands and did the best job I could by it." Interviewer: "How many laps have you done on, say, the simulator, 'cause there's a very sophisticated simulator at McLaren. Have you done a lot of laps before you came her?" Lewis: "No, I did about five laps, but we didn't really have time because we had a meeting to go to. But still, I got here on Wednesday, went out yesterday, and it was just like learning a new circuit, like going out on a circuit you've never been on before, so even if I was playing the PlayStation, it wouldn't really have made much diference. I had to learn… The kerbs are different, gradient changes, the bumps, so it doesn't really help. It just gives you an idea of where the corners are and perhaps what gears you should be taking." Interviewer: "It's a bit like a grown-up Monaco, really, isn't it, just a bit bigger with a fraction more space. Have you been brushing the walls here?" Lewis: "I haven't, no. Actually, in that qualifying lap I nearly did touch the wall in the exit of the last corner, just trying to squeeze as much as I could out of the tires, and it was really close, but obviously I got the time and improved that sector." [time jump] Journalist: "Lewis, are you gonna be able to sleep tonight?" Lewis: [laughs] "I think so. I think what's important is to enjoy the moment and then go back and… Still got a hard job to do to tomorrow, so to make sure I'm fully relaxed tonight I'll probably just have a nice evening with my dad and my trainer, get a good night's sleep, and come back tomorrow and try to do the same again." Journalist: "And Fernando, do you have any advice for your teammate, starting for the first time from pole position for tomorrow?" Alonso: "I think we'll see tomorrow. I think today has been a good qualifying for the team again, good job from everybody, being first and second, so the team should be very happy today." Journalist: "Any particular advice for tomorrow?" Alonso: "Advice? I think don't be too aggressive in the first corner and let me go through." [laughs] [journalists laugh] Lewis: [laughs] Heidfeld: "Same for me, please." [laughs] [time jump] Journalist: "How important is it for you to get pole?" Lewis: "Well, it's obviously a great feeling. It's another step I've taken in my steep learning curve, coming into my first season in Formula 1, and to be honest I knew I had it in me but I wasn't sure when I was gonna get a pole. I've never really been a driver that sticks it on pole, if you look at the past years, apart from Formula 3. I've always been top three, and it's not my strongest area, but today I'm really happy with the job I did and it's a great step forward for me, but also for the team."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #canadian gp 2007 #flashback fic ref #flashback fic ref 2007 #canada #canada 2007 #canada 2007 saturday #fernando alonso #nick heidfeld #tw flashing

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Bookbinding for Beginners by a Beginner Part 2

Am back there were some things that I missed stating in my last post. And starting up where I mean to continue. I may add things as I go, fair warning, but there is a lot to cover and sometimes I walk away and go "Welp.... forgot that thing". But for the sake of things not being overwhelming I tried to get the most "Up front" stuff done and out of the way in part one.

And I would like to take this time to say: Take it slow, pace yourself. There is no race. And the learning curve is steep in areas. You have to be ok with making mistakes because it WILL happen. Accept that you've made a mistake but don't get upset with lost time or materials. Make a note of what happened and have a journal on hand if you'd like to see how far you've come and the "OK so.... that didn't work. Don't do that again." At the end of the day we're here to line our shelves with lovely wonderful stories and have the pride of "I did this ain't that cool?"

There are a few optional things you might want to consider.

A paper guillotine this is to make the pages of your bind more tidy, but there is nothing wrong with a deckled edge.

example of deckled edges. It's just a fancy way of saying 'uneven'. There are ways to trim your project with a crafting knife / box cutter and a ruler but my experiments have yielded not so great results. Likely, it's due to several factors: One I don't know my own strength half the time, Two "light but firm pressure" means exactly "Well which is it cause for me those are two different things". Three See one. So deckled edges it is. But if you splurge on a paper guillotine, I salute you. You can also take it slower with a more traditional paper cutter but I recommend measuring twice before committing to a tape marker of where to line your pages up. It is up to you.

Optional but fun: Scrap book paper for decorative end pages. It's fun hunting around a craft store and finding what suits the vibe of the fic you're binding. My only note is aim for something that's not too stiff aim for something fairly easily folded and thin. Card stock like paper won't lay nicely in your book.

End bands these will go on the edge of the spine of your fic but over top of the mull (What is mull? That's coming up)

Mull which is essentially stiff cheese cloth this will add extra structure to your bind

Another option is a Subscription to Canva I only say this because you can sign up for free, but some of the options are locked behind a pay wall. It's fun to play with but the Pro version of Canva also lets you resize your canvas and do custom sizes. I have also done my binders logo in Canva (I actually have two as variants). I also use it to make decorative cover pages.

For your viewing pleasure this is what I came up with. Fun fact about me, I'm a thalassophile (I love the sea and everything about it) since I was consciously aware of the sea. The primary reason WHY I got into book binding is because I am going to be eventually moving onto and living and working off of a boat.

Lucky Seas Bookbinding one and two. Depending on what I feel like using.

Cricut all cricut accessories- there is a mini cricut if you want to dip your toe in. IF you go this route you'll need "HTV" or "Heat Transfer Vinyl"

You can also build your covers in canva and get as cost saving options

Printable sticker paper. OR Heat transfer paper

But this is stuff for covers. I'll get into what you need for covering the chipboard in a minute and give you a "Recipe" for book cloth (Cause I ain't got time nor the funds for some of the book cloth that is out there) but if you want to splurge for your project by all means look and see what is out there. But make note of this- you can just cover your book case in paper and just use sticker paper. I will recommend getting some sort of transparent contact paper to protect your cover (I will go through all of this in future just make a mental note of this)

Now for I promised:

I will be using Celestial Navigation as my example fic of how to down load a fic.

You're going to go to AO3 and go alllll the way over to "Download" and hit "HTML" you can either have it pop open right away or you can go to your downloads and open it up along with your word processor of choice.

You're going to hit Control A (PC) or Command A (Mac), Control/Command C, and then go to your word processor and hit Control/Command V. And listen to the take off noise your computer brand of choice inevitably wants to do while the fic makes it's way from the HTML over to the word processor.

What this all did was copy EVERYTHING and plop EVERYTHING (Save for comments) onto your document. Feel free to save what you have this far and pat yourself on the back you're about to start type facing.

I'm a minimalist in my designs but I have expanded a touch in terms of what I'm doing just to know and experiment for what works for me and what doesn't.

I will reiterate that I will be using Microsoft Word but I'm sure there's away to do this on other processors I just don't know how to do the other one's. I know Mac has something called "Pages". I never worked with it. I will try to add as many visuals as possible but some of my instructions will be "Go to this tab, click X Y and Z to make a thing happen".

Just know that this is what works for me and this is how I've managed to bumble through thus far. This is hardly perfect and I'm still very much experimenting with EVERYTHING. IF you find a better simpler way of doing things- by all means do so.

There's even a way to set up a template when you fire up Word but I've yet to figure it out.

But for now the fun begins- there is some tedium with this but it's best done with music or something on in the background that you can easily listen too but not watch.

First and foremost what you need to do is make the formatting into "Booklet" How to get there is:

Next up hit command A again. Yes... trust me. There might be a lot of this going on for a little bit while you fiddle and fart your way into a typeset you like.

Indent first line and line spacing is found here: Home Tab, Paragraph section hit the arrow pointing down towards the document- next to that is Line and Breaks- hit that if widow and orphan control is clicked unclick it what that does is allows paragraphs to be broken up and will flow into the next page.

Widow/Orphan control example:

Font: For me personally I do Garamond at 11 or 12 depending on my mood. I just like how it looks but find a font type that pleases your eye.

To get rid of hyperlinks:

Line spacing I set mine to 1.5 lines for easier reading. You can keep it to 1 or bump it up to two but the more space between lines means the larger the text block (AKA the book itself) will be.

Now I go back and highlight all of the fic information, and go to the popup menu after highlighting and take the line spacing down to 1 and remove the indents.

I also like to go to the headings section and get rid of the indents one by one on the chapter headings and then center them in the page. Go in front of the Chapter title EX "Chapter 1" and hit backspace until the indent is gone Highlight, there should be a pop up that allows you to change formatting, font and where the indent is.

This is all in the Layout Tab of Word:

Margins- I keep my margins at 1" all directions just because of how it looks on the page but you can have that as narrow as you please.

Next Page- separating the document to make type facing easier. What this does is make the document have "Chapters" within the document. Do this between Chapter one and the first few pages- the opening blank pages, title page ECT.

Double click on the header and footer on the document itself and click "link to previous"

What this does is make sure headers and footers (page numbers and the like) do NOT go up to the "Section" above the area you're working.

Word of note- I like having Chapters start at the beginning of a fresh page so I will go to the beginning of the Chapter Title "Chapter One" and hit "Next Section" and it will jump automatically to a new page.

You might also want to open up the navigation panel so you can hit the headings tab (I have mine set with Navigation Panel already open I don't recall how to get there, play around BUT the Navigation Panel will look akin to this on the Left Hand side of the document:

I downloaded "The Prize" to continue the examples as best I can sometimes it's hard to screen grab what I need on an already done document.

You can also add section breaks but leave it linked to previous to continue page number flow.

So you know selecting "Different odd and even pages" means that if you set a fun or different font for the page numbers you will have to go to ex page 2 and unlink the section from the previous.

Do this for headers as well. But that this does is give you the option to put the author's name and fic title alternating on odd and even pages:

Headers and footers:

With headers and footers section still highlighted hit "Page Number" "Format Page Numbers" Hit "Start at" and hit "One" for the section with the main text body.

This... I will admit took some fiddling for me to figure out. There were some frustrated noises and some choice words at times. But if you hit Layout, Next Page it should prevent you some heart ache instead of just constantly hitting the Enter Key and hoping for the best.

Different Odd and Even Pages what this means and how it works:

In my experience you will have to go to the first 1-3 pages to unlink everything from the Previous Section so it doesn't show up on the beginning pages of the document- but if you like the look of it, more power too you. It's your fic. It's going to be on your shelf at the end of the day. Follow your joy. I'm just letting you know what I do.

You will also have to unlink to previous section with the footers as well, and if you choose a different font and you want the numbers to match through the whole text you will have to input that. Hit the "Pages" Navigation and use that to scroll through things quickly so you can check your work and see if you're happy.

I'm kinda a fan of leaving the headers with the author's name and fic title alternating on pages OFF but I have experimented with it a little bit just to know what it looks like and what it does.

But here is an example of alternating Headers for Sabrecmc's "The Prize" (It was on my To Bind List and since Sabrecmc has given their blessing I'm hoping they don't mind me going "Alright people need visuals.... and this is what I'm working on."

To get the header from the left to the right side- hit tab and type what you please you can also highlight and set colour and font type. This is just Garamond for now for ease of example and reading for now.

Choices choices choices.

Some fic binders like to keep everything including author's comments at the beginning and ends of fics. Personally, I remove them just to keep the flow of everything. You can have a section at the back of the fic if you'd like with all of the comments but that is entirely up to your own personal preference. This is the fic for your shelf make it in a way that makes you happy.

Now all the way at the top of the fic I want you to insert 6 blank pages. But keep in mind this is front and back of pages in a book. Two blank pages on the document equals one page. Some binders go more than that depending on what all they like to do. You'll figure out what you like and what works for your project. Think Bob Ross- Happy little trees and do what you want.

But for me in the document: Pages 1 and 2 are blank as a sort of buffer page, 3 is the title page with the fic name and author and likely some simple design, 4 is all of the fic information- I keep the pairing, chapters, any additional or important tags or warnings, rating and a QR code to link back to the original fic. Page 5 is either left blank but I have added images as something fun for the hell of it that fits the fic, page 6 is my logo. In earlier experiments I played with where my logo goes this works for me I think but it may change in the future. IF you want to have a table of contents by all means add some pages to do so. I don't find it necessary so I don't do it.

To insert an image- for QR codes or title pages:

QR codes can also be just dragged and dropped I've been lazy and dragged and dropped and resized them from there.

I also put a disclaimer in red font: "This is for personal use only and is not intended to be sold! Retail value is estimated 25$" That is to cover the cost of the materials you have used or made in the process of your book that way if your fic somehow ends up in a donation bin it can't be sold for very much.

This is what the info section of a completed fic looks like for me:

To insert an image:

Insert Tab (Next to Home Tab) , Picture- next to the "Table" section, hit the drop down menu and hit "Upload from this device" and select where you have saved the QR Code to, desktop downloads what have you.

It should appear on your document and you can resize it as you please, if you click on the image there should be a pop up with a grey looking rainbow with lines- that's important for QR codes I have it "in line with text"

for fun headers "Have image behind text"

This is.... getting LONG as hell... so I'm going to stop here. But this should give you a jumping off point to start with your fan binding. Play around! Have fun.

Last few Tips:

Home Tab- in the paragraph section- if you need to know what the nitty gritty of what's going on in the document is- hit the backwards looking "P" with the line that's the sign for "Enter" on your keyboard. So you can see what that looks like I don't use it cause it clutters everything for my eyes, but it won't show on the final product. You can turn that on and off at your leisure

Insert Section: Scroll along the top until you see "Word art" one more over "Drop Cap", That's how you can get fancy letters at the beginning of the chapter. Sometimes you DO need to add some spaces between the Letter you're Drop capping and the rest BUT what that window looks like is this When you hit "Drop Cap Options" you can set whatever font you please for however many lines I typically do 3 but the more lines you drop the larger the letter. Tinker with it have fun.

There will likely be more type facing goodies next post... but after I get done type facing I'll get into getting the document ready for printing, how to print and what to do with that shopping list I gave you in that previous post.

REFERENCES, LINKS AND HELPFUL PEOPLE!

Some links for your consideration you will need this for future reference so book mark these:

French Link Stitch

Perfect bound books (AKA Paper backs)

Fun Fonts to spice up the document body itself, you can also import them into Canva.

Da font

1001 Free Fonts

Another resource to keep in mind for ink is this site here if you have cartridge printers see if you can't get a refillable set for your printer so you don't have to sell your arms, your legs, your first born and your house to keep printing your fic projects.

These two tiktokers right here explained everything the best, they are worth checking out even if you don't have Tik Tok. They've been going at this longer than me and don't go "OH SHIT I FORGOT A THING" constantly.

EDIT ONE! This is the punch cradle I have it makes it easy for french links for me

HoneyMinCo Sea Lemon

#bookbinding #fan binding #bookbinding for beginners by a beginner

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