#holy fuck I'm done it's almost 3 am
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it was their turn to go grocery shopping for dr wily
#my art#holy fuck I'm done it's almost 3 am#also finally drew my guy spark <3 I love him but he is so hard to draw form me wahhhh#there's like a billion things I could fix but idc I just wanted to get this done and go to sleep byee#mega man#top man#spark man
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i should not be writing this I'm in the almost-asleep-due-to-meds states so WAHOO but you know *grabs fandom by the collar* but like respectfucally in a threatening way, I LOVE CROWLEY SO MUCH. EVERY MUCH TIME I HEAR A NEW DETAIL ABOUT HIM I FALL HARDER FOR THIS FUCKING ANXIOUS LITLLE BABBY. see all my friends my type is not bad boys it's a smol ancient demon wnho stress cleans, gets lonely and lonesome kust like all of sus and loves his plants ans d his car and his bezt frined whom he's in lvoe with.
EVEN WITHOUT EACH OTHER THEKIR CHARACTERS ARE SO MAHAZING AZI AND CROWLYE. HOLY SHIT.
YOU KNOW THE BGOOD THING I CAN NOW DESCIRBE MY SEXUALITY PERFECTLY.
I'M BI I'M ATTRACTED TO MORE THAN ONE GENDER I EXPLAIN TIREDNLY AS USUAL. WHICH GENDERS, THEY ASK.
I POINT TO CROWLEY. THOSE GENDERS, I ANSWER. THEY DOTH SHUTTETH UP THEN.
SORRY EARLY MODERN LIT STUDENTS IK THAT'S NOT SHOW SHAKESPEARIAN ENLGISH WORKS BUT I CAN BARELY SEE WHEN IM WRITING IM EYES ARE SHUTTINGI
hmmhhh,mmhmjh it's 3 am i shouuuuuul d be sasleeppp but no i am crowkey crolwy crying ow heheheheheheeh
it's taggy time time to clicky all the taggies you say ptato i say excellent bildady
all clicking done my kvove toall of yoi the meds kikced in fully THEYLL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE GOODNGUTHT I HOPE ID DREAM OF CROWLEY
#what a beautiful demoan#demoooooooon#good omens mascot#weirdly specific but ok#asmi#good omens#good omens fandom#maggots#crowley#lgbtqia#aziraphale#neil gaiman#anthony j crowley#good omens book#god i loves him so mcuh#he's so gender#ineffable idiots#its me im the eiidot#idiot#hm
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2+1= XOXO 💕
"It was never the plan to date two boys"
Genre: story, smut
Jisung x Haechan x Reader ❤️
Part: 1
"Fuck!" you scream. Several heads turn in your direction in the busy Starbucks. You really can't be bothered however. You just frantically select the pictures of you in your new skimpy lingerie set and delete them out of the group chat.
Had anyone seen them?
"fuck." you say again.
You hold your breath and wait. Technically you'd deleted the photos within seconds meaning that they probably didn't see....
*ping*
Haechan: nice pictures
Fucking hell! Of course his annoying ass opened his chat immediately. You groan and grip your cup harder. Maybe he'd been the only one? Several minutes go by.
Jaemin: what pictures?
Ok, so at least Jaemin didn't see.
Chenle: yeah what pictures? Who tf ru talking to?
You let out a small sigh. He didn't see them either. But Haechan, that menace might still tell them. He'd been torturing the whole group for years now with his pranks and schemes.
You hold your breath when you see that he's typing.
Haechan: nah I'm just tripping
The response takes you by surprise. He didn't tell on you..
WHY?
That night you can't sleep. How are you supposed to face them tomorrow? It seems like only Haechan saw the photos, but still. They all almost saw a side of you that they've never seen. You chew on your bottom lip and stare at the ceiling.
*ping*
Jeno: what time is practice tomorrow?
Chenle: can you not read.....?
Jeno:...... Can you not breathe
Mark: yo this girl from class is all over my dms
Haechan: no one cares...
Mark: at least I got a girl...
Haechan: oh I have a girl, a pretty one
Jeno: in your dreams
Haechan: oh she's a dream alright
Your face heats up in mortification. Ok. You don't know that he's talking about you.... But who else would he be talking about he'd never mentioned a girl before, not like this. That fucking bastard!
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The next day practice starts at 5 pm.
The boys, all 7 of them, are stretching with the exception of Jaemin who's drinking coffee.
"Hi." you say a little too loudly. They turn to you.
"Heyyy finally you're here." Chenle runs over to you and grins.
"These idiots forgot the whole pre-chorus, even Jisung. So l need you to do it so they can see I did it right."
You shake your head disapprovingly. Being their dance instructor was both amusing and stressful. They always bickered about something.
"that's because we learned it last week ... At 3 am" Renjun replied rather bitterly. He sat in front of the large mirrors lining the wall.
"So what? We've done this before....."
They kept going but you couldn't hear them. You were instead focused on Jisung. When your eyes met he averted them quickly and his ears shone bright red.
Holy fuck... The boy was shy sure, but not this shy.
Haechan was standing next to him. And when you caught his eyes his gaze bored into you. Slowly his eyes went down, down, down, roaming over your body like he knew exactly what he would find underneath your baggy clothes. A chill ran up your spine.
As class proceeded you kept an eye on Jisung while avoiding Haechan completely.
The boys bickered as usual, all except Jisung and Haechan. The latter kept looking at you as if seeing you for the first time and Jisung kept blushing. He'd definitely seen the pictures too.
Shit! What now?
After class you quickly gathered your things and left saying quick goodbyes.
While on your way out you got a text message in the group chat.
*ping*
Haechan: y/n, u left your car keys in the dance studio......
You froze. Shit, had you? You check your bag and sure enough, no keys. Damn.
You contemplated leaving the keys and just taking the bus, but your laptop was in your car. And your entire life was on that thing.
You rush back upstairs and quietly open the door to the practice room.
Your heart stops. Inside are Haechan and Jisung standing in the middle of the room.
"Where are my keys??" you asks looking around the room.
"They're here but we won't give them to you.?" haechan smirks.
"Exuse me?" you say incredulously.
"yes we will, of course we will...." Jisung stammered, "just come in for a sec please" His deep uneasy voice send shivers through you. You stepped inside.
"Who were you sending those pictures to? Haechan's tone was serious.
"wha.?" you start.
"We just want you to be safe, I mean what if the person you send it too leaks it or something?" Jisung sounded worried. He still avoided your gaze, instead looking down at his shoes.
"I mean if they did, you'd lose your job. And I... We don't want that. Cause I like you...." Jisung stammers on. Your eyebrows raise at that last part.
".. As our dance instructor I mean!!" he corrects with bright red cheeks. You stare at him. He seems so genuinely concerned that it tugs at your heart.
"yes, but also I want to know who gets to see you like that and why?" Haechan frowns at you.
You turn to him. "it's fine..."
"Who is it? Has he fucked you?" Haechan looks pissed. Jisung shoots him a look, "Hyung..."
"it's none of your businesses Haechan." You interrupt.
"it is now that you send your nudes to all of us!" he counters.
"I wasn't even nude!"
"Barely! I could see everything!"
"It was a mistake!"
"guys calm down please," Jisung puts a hand on your shoulder.
"She didn't answer yet." Haechan said crossing his arms. His black hair falling over his eyes cast a shadow on his entire face.
"I don't have to." you glare at him.
"She's right." Jisung turned to Haechan.
"Just give her her keys."
Haechan gave him an incredulous look. "a few hours ago you were telling me about how you want to bend her over in that outfi....."
Your eyes widen.
"give her the damn keys Haechan!"
You'd never, in all your 3 years of knowing them seen Jisung get actually angry. The veins in his neck pulsed and his jaw set.
"You wha.. What?" you ask in shock.
Jisung kept glaring at Haechan who answered for him. "He wants you, bad. And honestly after seeing those pictures so do I." He never averted his eyes. Your skin became hot suddenly. Too hot. What was he saying? Your brain couldn't comprehend any of it.
You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You looked to Jisung then but he was still glaring at Haechan. He didn't deny any of it.
"This is crazy!" you finally manage to whisper-shout at them.
"You make us crazy." Haechan responded and walked closer to you. You were frozen in place. "Do you have any idea how many times I jerked off to you last night?"
You swallowed and cursed inwardly because it turned you on. You wanted to deny it but the way Haechan was gazing at you made you wet. You nearly melted. Jisung on the other hand looked to be a mixture of desire and panic.
Before you could say anything, Haechan stepped forward and kissed you square on the mouth. His lips were soft. So soft and rough. Needy as they pressed into yours. A groan escaped his throat and you gripped his shirt before you coukd stop yourself.
"Tell me baby, who were those delicious pictures for?" He asked when he pulled away.
"Hyung!" next to you Jisung seemed to be loosing it. His hand were in his hair and he looked more panicked than ever.
"Dude calm down. No one's here." Haechan padded him on the shoulder.
"It was just for someone I met online." you admit.
"online!! Y/n, no don't do that. You didn't send them did you?" Jisung was suddenly focused on you again. You shake you're head no.
Jisung came closer to stand next to Haechan. "Don't send them y/n." He whispered. His eyes bore into yours.
You shook you r head again dumbly. "I won't.. I..." you stammered.
"Ok good." Jisung still stared at you. He was panting and his gaze dropped down to your mouth.
Haechan pushed you towards Jisung, angling himself behind you. Immediately, almost automatically, Jisung caught you with his mouth. His tongue licked your bottom lip and he groaned.
"Fuck your so hot." Jisung muttered. Shivers ran up your spine as he continued to kiss you senseless while Haechan's hands roamed your body from behind.
"You still got those slutty panties huh baby?" Haechan's voice drawled right next to your ear. One of his hands was dangerously close to your pussy. You squirmed and moaned into Jisung's mouth. Jisung pulls back to look at you, his eyes glazed over and hazy with lust.
"Do you noona?" he asked in that deep voice. Even though you were only 2 years older than him, you felt small like this in his arms. Wet and trembling.
You nod your head.
"Good, you'll wear them for us won't you?" Haechan bites your ear and you gasp. His hand ghosts over your clit then.
"I don't.... I want to date someone. Not just..." your lips trembled as Jisung kissed your throat.
"Then date us." Haechan simply said.
"What?... I can't.... I can't date you both."
"Why not? Jaemin and Jeno are dating the same girl." Haechan unzipped your pants.
You were surprised at that.
"really?"
"Yeah and she enjoys it very..." he slid his hand into your panties and finds your clit with his fingers. "... Very much."
You let out an involuntary moan.
"I need to think." you manage to say.
"That's fine. But let us fuck you tonight." Jisung pleaded into your mouth as he grabbed your boob. Haechan slowly inserts a long finger into you.
They had no idea how much you needed this. When you'd been about to send those pictures you were half mad with desire. It had been so long since someone had touched you like this.
"Just once baby and if you still don't want this then tonight never happened." Jisung looked into your eyes as he stroked his thumb over your bottom lip and cheek.
"Fuck she feels tight." Haechan pumped his finger in deeper until you were a moaning and whimpering mess.
"Shit we need to take her somewhere. Someone might see or hear." Jisung addressed Haechan who was still pounding his fingers into your cunt while whispering filthy comments into your ear.
"Let her cum first. Look at her. She's close. Aren't you baby?" Haechan's other hand found your nipple under your shirt and pinched playfully. Your bra had been removed by Jisung and flung to the floor.
"Oh, Please!" you begged. He can't stop. Not rigt now.
"Fuck." Jisung looked at your fucked out expression with awe. His dick strained against his pants. He needed to fuck you right here, right now.
"Shit, already begging. These are only my fingers baby. Will you beg for our cocks too?" Haechan pinched your nipple hard, making you cry out.
Jisung walked over to the door and swiftly locked it. Then he turned on the speakers. Suddenly the room was filled with music.
Haechan suddenly removed his hand and you whimpered pathetically. He grinned at you before slowly licking his fingers. Behind you Jisung unzipped his pants.
You swallowed hard.
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Rating all* the Hellfire Gala 2023 Outfits in my Correct Opinion
*At least, all that I can find, because Marvel decided fuck making that easy in a little book or a single post like last year.
(Long post alert!)
Iceman, I love most of this look. The accented orange is perfect for the mostly blue look, and I love that he has a matching earring for his cuff-links. Such a nice touch! But those rubber boots, man... those rubber boots ruin it for me. 8/10
Fisk is giving off some Doctor Doom vibes with this outfit. I love the regalness of it, especially the golden leaves behind the ear. 9/10
??? I'm not sure who this is, but their outfit looks like they're going to a Halloween party rather than a gala. 3/10
Emma, oh my god, YES. Almost always delivering, and this is definitely one of those cases! 10/10
Xavier... I hate to say it, but I genuinely love this look. He's bringing major space man vibes, and it's super elegant at the same time. 9/10
Bishop doesn't even get points for effort. He got a red suit then slapped some belts on it. Boring as fuck. 1/10
I was about to write another "???" because I had no idea who this was, until it occurred to me that I think this is supposed to be Scarlet Witch? Except she is super duper whitewashed, so I did not even recognize her. Auto-failure regardless of the look. 0/10
Proteus looks moderately snazzy, but out of the Five is the least interesting in my opinion. 3/10
Egg has a cool coat, but those balls around his neck are way too big and awkward. 4/10
Hope looks a little like a fairy princess here, and I like that! 7/10
Tempus looks like she's going to a prom more than a gala, and I don't know what's going on with that giant shoulder piece. Did Cable lend it to her or something? 4/10
Elixir, my golden boy, is embracing the shiny and I love it! 9/10
Exodus seems to be trying out a new costume rather than a gala look, but in terms of style, it's fine. 5/10
Vision's outfit is as boring as he is. 1/10
Miles, holy shit. Miles should be giving lessons to everyone else on how to actually make a suit look unique! Bishop, take notes. 9/10
Old Laura looks like she's dressed for a gothic funeral more than a gala, but at least that's to her style rather than some crazy OOC look. So, points for that. 5/10
T'Challa... I. Am. Swooning. I know he's not a king right now but damn does he ever look like it in this outfit. The beautiful patterns and complimentary colours, holy shit. 10/10
Synch has certainly done way better in the past. It's just a plain black suit without a shirt, for fuck sake. 2/10
Captain Marvel looks like she's a marching bad, lol. The stars in the hair are a nice touch, though. 3/10
Jean's look is, I know, divisive. I've seen some people say they adore this design, and some people say they hate it. I'm personally on the fence. I think it would be better without the stupid helmet, that's for sure. And I think it looks a little too much like an Emma Frost design, if you were to just colour it white. 5/10
Fantomex? Where the fuck have you been? Anyway, he literally just looks like he always looks but with some sunglasses lmfao. 0/10
Dylan looks like a moody teen as ever, lol. I do like the black and white though. 6/10
Black Cat... Like I said, I like black and white together, but this is giving me too much Cruella de Vil vibes. 4/10
Mary Jane just picked up an evening gown off the rack I guess. 2/10
Firestar, I think? Not actually positive if it's her. Anyway, the sleeves are a bit too much for me, but I love the fiery frills on the cape. 5/10
Thor looks so ugly here lmfao I'm sorry but I hate this look. It's way too clunky. 0/10
At first I thought this was Kwannon, but then I remembered seeing panels and I believe it's Kitty/Kate. Anyway, I like the lace-up boots and I like the frills. 7/10
Hellcat looks like she's took some inspiration from a wrestler's pre-fight look, and I like that. It's simplistic but just enough stylish to pass. 6/10
Nova, going with a tits out look as well I see. I like the feathered shoulder pads, and I like the skirt. 6/10
Moon Knight, oh my god, I have a strong feeling it was Steven who pulled the strings to get a gala look, because there's no fucking way Marc or Jake would be caught dead there. Anyway, this is exactly the type of vibe I would expect from MK, maybe even a bit more playful than that with the mesh part of the top. And I really like it up until the strange boots. He and Iceman must've compared notes or something. Still, 8/10
Psylocke - now THIS is Kwannon for sure! I like the classical ninja meets evening gown look, and I like that she's sexy but not to the point of being objectified, which is a refreshing change for how artists often treat her. 8/10
Destiny and Mystique I will rate together because the score is the same: A what the fuck level of 0/10.
Forge looks fucking awesome, especially compared to last year. I love the fringe and the scarf and the jewellery and the cane... it's a complete look that gives me great vibes. 8/10
Cyclops, come on, man. You can do better than this, can't you? He looks like Mister Sinister dressed him or something. 1/10
Cuckoos look like they stepped off the set of Tron: Legacy. Or a Daft Punk concert. Not complaining to be clear, this look fucks. 10/10
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Heya, I love your writing and taste in things.
I’ve finished (and loved) everything you’ve posted <3
Are there any sandman fics that have tickled your fancy lately?
Thank you so much!!! I sadly do not have time to read near as much Sandman fic as I'd like, but I have scoured both my memory and my bookmarks on AO3 (all twelve of them) and dug up some absolutely wonderful stories - hope at least one or two of these is new to you?!
I am probably a bit weird in this, but I don't bookmark fics I love (which is really nearly all I've read) insamuch as fics that have done something in particular that I think is so well-executed or clever or inspiring that I want to be able to study it like a creature in its own right. Usually these are stories that have the traits I admire most in fiction: economy of language, being very fucking funny, making me viscerally uncomfortable, or outright haunting me.
I loved reading all of them but your mileage may vary! Caveat lector like more than half of these are smut and/or violent so please check the tags against your own preferences. Several long-winded recs with excerpts and explanations under the cut:
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The Birthday of the Beast | @slythernim | Dream/Hob | T | 3.3K
Father Almighty, though I have long not been your servant, I remain your unmanageable son. Here on Earth, closer to Hell than to Heaven, as I celebrate perhaps the least holy of holy days, I must imagine myself like unto Lucifer more than as Michael, that he and I might together make of the darkness a place for humanity to grow.
He blows out the candles.
Hob turns 666. Extremely fun fic by Nym that features incredible characterization within a very short space, Catholicism, Lucifer, and of course, gets a very special birthday gift. But you shall have to read the fic to see what it is. Read everything of Nym's, actually.
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New Mistakes | Anonymous | Dream/Corinthian | M | 3.2K
Dream slid his thumb into the Corinthian’s mouth, the one he shared with most, the one with which he commonly spoke.
“Well?” he asked. “Are you fed?”
The voice that came from his left-eye mouth buzzed like locusts.
My lord, we are.
The voice that came from his right-eye mouth dripped like honey.
My lord, we can always be fed more.
Dream pulled back, looking at the Corinthian expectantly. The Corinthian swallowed, running his tongue along his teeth. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, and Dream was unaccountably flattered.
“My lord,” he said. “I wish to be good.”
Have read almost no Corintheus but this fic hits on so much that I find distantly intriguing about the pairing. Perfect dialogue, gorgeous rhythm. Wonderfully visceral. Absolutely bonkers nuts for repetition in threes, as I'm sure you know, and I love how it was used here.
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Lucy Locket | Anonymous | Dream/Hob and Dream/Hob/Corinthian | E | 17K
Five chapters (now with a new threesome added in late April, much to my delighted surprise!) of just fantastic roleplay smut that in-between all the sex is by turns incredibly funny and tender. Alternating Dream and Hob POV. As somebody for whom sexual roleplay has been my literal bread and butter on a professional basis, it shouldn't be surprising I am so fond of this fic - but it catches me out every time! Like a blow from behind, and I am winded. It is ridiculously hot and distressingly perfect all-through, and I would absolutely marry the author about it (sorry author if you're reading this). No excerpt because I cannot choose and will simply suggest that if you're up for kink that you go read it all at once.
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Public | @softest-punk | Dream/Hob | E | 1.1K
"Oh, darling," Hob murmurs, fingering the edge of Dream's delicate lace knickers. Dream feels his smirk against his jaw, bites his lip at the brush of a kiss under his ear. "You forget how old I am. I learned to fuck with an audience."
Every day I get closer and closer to needing to write Dream and/or Hob with vulvas; this may have been the fic that sealed the deal for me, I think. Ridiculously hot, and enshrined in my head forever for the line above. I learned to fuck with an audience. God! How good. A masterclass in the slutty drabble that nevertheless retains peak Dream/Hob characterization (I would argue that sex is in fact one of the best narrative vehicles for characterization and exploration of interpersonal dynamics...this bias is probably why nearly all these recs are so horny.) One day I will learn how to write proper smut in media res like this and not preface it with gratuitous plot.
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worship like a dog | @thewalrus-said | Dream/Hob | E | 2.5K
“Is it so inconceivable that I might love you?” Dream murmured, running his manicured nail down Hob’s cheek.
Hob tried to speak, swallowed, and tried again. “No one ever has before,” he said. “No one but God.”
Hob is a priest. Dream is a demon, except he's not. Dizzyingly hot for so many reasons, with a delightful canon dialogue echo. And again, must stress this: Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest, go read it.
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Safehouse | Anonymous | Hob/Corinthian | E | 5K
“I need a room. One without a door.”
The best execution of the sex pollen trope I've ever seen, with the worst men. Very, very good fic with a brilliant premise and unerring execution. World-building is done in such brief but vivid strokes - it feels like a 50K fic whenever I remember it, and I'm always surprised how short it actually is. Haunts me in the best of ways.
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As well - these fics are well-known and well-loved - but some stories that are utterly wonderful and contain lines that haunt me weeks, sometimes months later - stories that rearranged my soul, lurched me closer towards writing for Sandman, and warrant mention even though I am SURE you have read them, include:
@moorishflower's iconic and beautiful Odyssey fic, maybe sprout wings was the first fic I commented on with my AO3 account, and among the best fics I've ever read in any fandom; slightly deeper cuts from Heather's oeuvre (if, for some reason you are not reading everything already) that I am obsessed with and have reread multiple times: vowel shift, most vain devices, an act of faith. Genius stuff and unbelievably gorgeous language. Just go read it all, honestly
@softest-punk's Shelter is one of the first Sandman fics I ever read, and is beyond lovely; if you have not read their entire deep and profoundly lovely back catalogue, I recommend Catching Up (quintessential Cecil deep tissue emotional massage), Delayed (or: my favourite kink and favourite Endless); Ferrous (vampires! bad men! ahh! ooh!); and I would of course be remiss and ungrateful to not mention self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof, a 10K fic that perfectly answered my general question of how the three lads would actually get together once the Corinthian and Hob had started fucking (as narrative foils that deserve such treats)
@xx-vergil-xx's Hounds is an ongoing epic that has singlehandedly caused me more emotions than humanity has language for; it is ambitious in scope and sticks every landing. The world is alive and lovingly-detailed. The language is a poem. It is so smart, so beautiful, and so well-researched and built. It is a TEMPLE unto itself, and appropriately worthy of worship
I will also suggest you read absolutely everything by @that-banhus because she literally cannot miss and writes the loveliest, cleverest worlds. All of it.
#asks#gloam's sandman rec list#this is basically my fic rec masterpost lol#unfortunately i flatter myself about my good taste and cannot stop going on about what i love and why once given the barest excuse to start#the sandman#dreamling#corintheus#hobrintheus#COB#fic recs#it's not that i exclusively read fic ppl feel the desire to publish on anon#it's that what people publish on anon FUCKING SLAPS#spent far too long enjoying drawing this up and it still feels woefully inadequate#but it's a start#into either remarkable sandman fic or my id really
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Whooooo! I found ya! Down to business:
Are there any fic recommendations for baggin/shield or pitch/frost that you like(d)?
I am absolutely feral
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…..
What are 3 of your most favorite fics that you’ve ever read?
Ya found me! Let me say that the notifications of someone going through old fics and commenting are ambrosia. You are a treasure and a saint of a person!
And oh man I had to dive into my old bookmarks for these! I'm good at remembering snippets or vibes of fics but not the fics themselves. I will warn that a lot of my fave pitch/jack stuff tended to be pretty dark. It's not like, a thing I regret or say is wrong, and I still enjoy/love a lot of it! I was in a dark place mentally and that reflected in the stuff I was reading and creating. Who actually has a good time in their early to mid 20s?
Mostly warning because most of my stuff since then skirts the edges or flirts with the darkness but doesn't feel that need to go deep diving.
Second warning is there may be less here than you'd think! The more I write for a ship the less I read, because my brain gets very dumb and the self doubt gets Real Bad. This is all non-exhaustive of course! I wouldn't even say this is my Best of The Best it's just what's coming to mind at the moment. There's way more in the AO3 bookmarks
Pitch/Jack fics
In the Dark - series by @charmed7293 romancing the monster under the bed is maybe not always the best idea
The Syntax of Programming Languages, and, Why Some Code Talks in Accents - by Midievil. I'm biased here bc this was a gift fic inspired by my The Device Has Been Modified, but it done showed me up bc it was written by someone who knows more about actual coding than me
Shadows and Light - this series by @not-poignant is The Classic of the ship. Since you liked Things That Were you'd most definitely like this one. And unlike me, Pia actually finishes things!
I swear to God there were a lot of fics by @insufferablearchanist that I loved but they nuked their old AO3 and I can't ever remember shit.
Thorin/Bilbo fics
Prayers to Broken Stone - @avelera the beauty and the beast flavored au you didn't know you wanted
Comfort in the Sound - by northerntrash. Ok. Yes. It's Bilbo/Thorin/Bofur but like. Trust me on this. Road trip throuple shenanigans
Patchwork Robe - @hallsofstone2941 I am not immune to stupidly adorable modern college au one-shots
Possession - aljira. You liked Sanzigil, you'll like this :)
Marriage in the Manner of Dwarves - series by diemarysues
Other Fandom Faves (that come to mind. I've been reading fanfic since like 2002 ok there's a lot that has made impressions over the years that I just lost track of dkdjdk)
Taking Everyone For A Ride - by Nonymos. Venom/Eddy+Anne/Dan. typical Eldritch shenanigans plus polyamory. Unhinged and weird, just how I like em
The Only Way Out Is Down - @avelera Newt/Hermann. The second PR movie was so bad I wanna erase it from my memory but my god did it spawn some AMAZING fics, including this one that rewired my brain
After Zero - by what_alchemy Newt/Hermann. A bunch of delightful smut
The Wine Dark Sea - @moorishflower Dream/Hob. Siren! Dream au. Jesus Christ. Holy fuck. Goddamn. Gorgeous, monstrous, surreal, Unhinged4Unhinged behavior. Listen. I work with octopuses. I know what their arms feel like and that has ruined almost all tentacle shenanigans for me ok?? This fic got past that hangup.
If I Please You - @moorishflower Dream/Hob. It feels like a modern retelling of an old medieval fairy romance goddamn
And finally. This series. The series.
So. I very recently refound this series and I'm almost hesitant to post it. Because as I was reading it again I kept having to put it down and sit in horror at the realization that I read this fic when I was in college and it actually rewired my brain. I realized everything I have written was trying to recapture what this fic did to my synapses. I was chasing after vibes that I did not realize originated in this fic for me. Me sharing this risks everyone who reads it and has read my stuff also going "ooohhhh you're just doing this again huh?"
It is the very specific combination of "Character A: openly unhinged, obsessive, violently romantic and unnerving/Character B: seems so chill and just happily rolls with CharacterA being insane, because they are also secretly insane." It's the combo of a codependent bonkers relationship with humorous banality of their day-to-day.
It's also a Johnlock fic.
Anyway, The Paradox Series rewired my brain so deeply that I didn't even realize it rewired my brain until over a decade later. I swear I have been unaware of how much my writing has been leaning on what this did to my brain.
#fic recs#i cannot stress enough how non exhaustive this is dkfjdkdj#refound the paradox series like a month ago and kept having a fuckin crisis about it to my friends#like UH OH IVE JUST BEEN SNATCHING THIS FICS ENTIRE VIBE THE WHOLE TIME
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Wolves At The Door; Part Three
Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]
Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader
Rating: Holy shit M.
Summary: "No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer."
A/N: FIGHT SCENE FIGHT SCENE! I'd like to thank you all for reading thus far, you're The Best <3 I will be taking a small break after this, due to a vacation. I'll see you all on the 11th! Enjoy!
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Prelude
Part One
Part Two
[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, gratuitous violence and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]
"You will regret this." The Duke warned him, his smile vanishing at Heisenberg's demand.
"I don't care," Karl insisted, his fingers still twisted into the larger man's shirt collar. "I can't keep going on like this, not without knowing if I'm-" broken a danger bad person "--if I'm someone who would…do something I shouldn't."
The merchant, for whatever reason, insisted on continuing, "This will not endear you to them, my Lord."
"I don't know why the hell you think I'm doing this for them!" Heisenberg snapped angrily. "I'm tired of not fucking knowing what I'm–I just feel like I'm always waiting, anticipating something awful. I've had enough."
A large finger landed between his brows, the Duke bearing an uncharacteristically serious expression. "I am sorry for this, Lord Heisenberg."
Darkness overcame Karl then, as well as a chill like the sun had been suddenly switched off.
…
"Mr. Duke! It's good to see you. I wasn't sure if you were alright, it's been so long since you've come by!" You exclaimed, still wiping your hands dry with an old towel as you made your way to the fenceline. "You'll have to fill me in."
The Duke, for his part, looked unchanged. A bit more sweaty perhaps, but that could be chalked up to the rigors of just existing in such a unique body. You saw his eyes dart to your houseguest and you got the sudden impression that you may have interrupted something. The large man staunchly denied this when you asked though, his laugh just as jovial as always. Maybe you had misinterpreted the situation?
If looks could kill, however, it seemed the Duke would be quite done for. Karl was glaring holes through the merchant, striking green eyes narrowed to angry slits. That look alone could make anyone nervous!
"I noticed my talismans have gone missing, my dear. Has something happened?" The Duke's inquiry was smooth, almost bland.
"They just started crumbling one day. I guess the elements finally got to them?"
The Duke's expression shifted strangely and once again his eyes darted to Heisenberg. But all he said was, "how curious," then started rummaging in the drawers that framed his corpulent form.
"I'm sorry, I don't have-"
"I told you," the Duke interrupted, his smile a bit sharper, "it's all part of our first-class customer service!" He gestured vaguely with one large hand, placing the small bundles of herbs and flowers down on his thigh. "If nothing else, take these as my thanks for nursing the Lord back to health. He certainly seems a changed man from when we last met." You heard Karl growl, muttering something under his breath that made the Duke chuckle coldly. "Now now, let's not say things we don't mean. I'm being sincere! I am glad you and the Lord Heisenberg are on such good terms. Why, he's almost tame."
…
There had been a great shattering, a terrible rending in his mind the likes of which he had never experienced before. The stress and mania that had driven him doggedly onward collapsed in upon itself after Ethan's final assault, as though the strain of both his transformation and the fight was too much for his body and mind to handle. Karl could just barely recall feeling himself fraying, his soul being torn apart at the seams like he was an ugly garment in the hands of the world's most negligent tailor.
Miranda would love that. Let that bitch pick out every stitch so she could make me into something useful, something controllable.
Maybe it was that bitterness that kept him breathing. Bitter spite and hatred, a parasitic leech just as much as the creature that throbbed uneasily in his gut. Cadou, finally a name for the feeling, the tension, the parasite that clung to his broken body and demanded him to rise, demanded him to fight and kill anew to keep it alive. Karl was exactly what he had feared and suspected all along: a freak.
While the Duke sat there complacent, chuckling, Heisenberg could only seethe internally. The obese merchant finally leaned forward, his smile distinctly oily. "I'd advise the two of you to turn in early for the evening. A storm is coming."
"Thanks for the tip." Heisenberg said through gritted teeth.
"Do you have anything new to show me?" The excitement in your voice threw Karl off a bit, as did the Duke's smirking reply of, "Naturally, my dear!"
Apparently it had been a busy few months for the merchant, because he immediately started pulling out (allegedly) new trinkets to show you. Each item he proudly displayed, however, set Heisenberg more and more on edge. Crystalline objects, fragile and frail, covered in sharp edges and scenting the air lightly with decay. Something about them had that wrongness, that Uncanny Valley sheen, as well as a hideous familiarity.
Finally Karl said faintly, "I'm going to head back in." His head was swimming, mind struggling to sort through lifetimes of memories and it felt like his entire body was throbbing with his pulse. "You two have fun catching up."
"But my Lord-" the Duke protested, extending the protective talismans to Karl with a guileless expression. "-I had hoped you would hang these along the fenceline for me. I would do it myself, of course, but it's been so long since I've had a customer to show my wares." His eyes twinkled with the silent joke; he knew damn well that touching those things was bad news for Karl. Go on, big man, the Duke's smug gaze seemed to say, go on and reveal yourself.
Karl's glare reached a nuclear temperature, his mood rapidly swinging from discomfort to infuriation at being toyed with. This colossal fuck knew exactly what he was capable of! As usual, the Duke's audacity was exclusively outweighed by his mass.
But you were smiling, you looked so excited to see what else the Duke would show you.
Damn it all to hell.
Karl dug around in the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his gloves and gracelessly yanking them on before holding out a hand to take the charms.
The Duke's smile never wavered once.
…
"It is odd, seeing the change in him." The Duke commented, turning a human torso that may have been carved from quartz this way and that to show you how the light caught it. "You certainly did more than your share of work, my dear."
"I don't understand." You replied, a little confused. "It hasn't been too hard. Only issue was keeping bread in the house."
"Can we claim his essence restored by mere gluten?" The Duke fixed you with a look that made you uncomfortable, his normally good-natured expression gone serious. "I doubt that, but I am open to breakthroughs in science."
"Do you mean I helped raise his spirits or something?" When the obese man shook his head, you shrugged. "I haven't really done much except put that gunk that you gave me onto his wounds and endured his company. If anything he's been helping me out! Got to get a few things done that I couldn't manage myself."
"Very curious," the Duke mused, his attention seeming to have moved on to the odd combination of gears and crystals that he was currently showing you. It looked almost like a half-metal heart encased in white crystal and you marveled at the craftsmanship of it. "Lord Heisenberg has allowed himself to be domesticated. The Lady Dimitrescu would have a fit if she were still around."
His words didn't register until a moment later, making your brow furrow. Unfortunately the large merchant didn't appear to be in an expansive mood, whatever further queries you had being easily deflected or outright ignored.
…
Miranda.
Karl tried to focus on something aside from the fact that his entire left hand was going numb.
The constant fury he felt at that self-styled mother's attempted manipulation of him would do, so he began to reminisce. Though his mind was not entirely whole, Heisenberg could still remember his disdain for the haughty woman. She had always looked at him with such blatant calculation in her eyes; he had to commend her for the consistency of that gaze. Karl wondered sometimes if she practiced it in front of the mirror. How his ‘siblings’ had never seen her manipulation…
"Sore loser," his own voice echoed back to him through his memories and he scoffed, yanking the knot tight on the twine. Another charm secure. The little talismans were made of monkshood and nondescript twigs of some evergreen plant, all braided together with a few stalks of what seemed to be wheat and then fashioned into a tidy wreath. The numbness in his hand vanished once he released the charm, now replaced by an unpleasant burning. He could see spidery black tendrils making their way up his arm from beneath the glove, following the path of his veins to spread that burning sensation. Aside from that, though, Karl felt nothing. Was his fury truly slow to come, or did he just not care anymore?
He slowed to a halt, resting his weight on the fence as he stared down at it. He almost wanted to will himself to be upset, get worked up, something for the sake of familiarity. This calm…acceptance, it didn't seem like him. The Duke had said Miranda was 'taken care of'. No doubt Ethan had fistfought the feathery bitch himself.
Dimitrescu, then, Karl decided, she could always piss me off, that colossal cunt. The anger was so faint it was barely annoyance. The weird little doll? Indifference. Moreau. Pity.
Pity?!
Was his throat closing up?! He was either flashing over or having some sort of allergic reaction to the talismans, he reasoned desperately. That was the only explanation for his strange response. Heisenberg pulled away from the fence, taking a few healthy steps backwards. He abruptly felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and the Lord reached out to grab the maul, realizing at that moment that he had left it by the cart. Come on!
A body crashed into his back and Karl almost toppled, only just managing to brace himself on a fencepost. Sharp teeth grazed his arm, the combined scent of wet dog and iron nearly strong enough to make Heisenberg retch. Without a second thought Karl yanked the charm off the post and jammed his entire fist into the thing's mouth, hearing it start to choke and gag right next to his ear.
The maul arrived, flying through the air like the weapon of some old Norse god. Karl seized it with his free hand, swinging it around to pulverize the…lycan, lycan, shit, he had forgotten. Its skull caved beneath the maul's blunted edge and Heisenberg quickly shoved the body to the side as it twitched its last.
There were more of them. A lot more of them, a pack of mangled humanoids spilling out from beneath the trees to yowl and bay at him. The body at his feet began to crystallize, the familiar scent of death wafting up to greet him like an old friend. Memories started to bleed in at the sides of his vision: dark, wispy vignettes of the man he was, the monster he really was.
I think bare minimum I've done some real bad things.
He had been so desperate for reassurance without even knowing why, groping unlit through the halls of his memories as a stranger. It had been better for a while, what was shoved into the back of his mind to let him play fucking pretend at being human, at this new life with you.
Just like Miranda with her fake little family.
Heisenberg drew himself up to his full height, narrowing his eyes and roaring "shut your fucking holes!", immensely gratified when the cacophony immediately quieted.
Unfortunately, the uneasy silence was then broken by a scream. A scream of his name. And the lycans, obviously sensing Karl's momentary distraction, peeled away to head for the source of the noise.
…
"Karl!" You cried, the terrible din you had heard seconds before still ringing in your ears.
"Oh dear," the Duke remarked blithely, "I may have been too late." He shrugged after a moment, passing you another charm. "Well, I hurried as best as I could." The massive merchant then clicked his tongue once and the seemingly too-small horse began to pull the cart down the road once more. "Good luck, my dear. Remember what I said about the weather!" He called with a wave.
"You've gotta' be kidding me!" You yelled after him incredulously, the talisman clutched tightly in your grasp. All you heard in reply was faint chuckling. You gritted your teeth, turning on your heel. "Karl!" You shouted again, starting across the yard. You could hear muffled yowling coming from behind the cabin, out past the back fenceline, so with your heart in your throat you carried onward. You hoped and prayed it was just a bobcat that Karl had spooked, you're overreacting, everything is fine. You did make a brief pit stop to pick up your kindling knife from the basket on the porch, staunchly refusing to think about what you could possibly need it for.
Upon turning the corner of the house, however, you came face to face with some…thing, some awful thing with sharp teeth and a hunched humanoid body. You froze and so did it, before it bared its filthy, blackened maw and snarled at you.
Oh, it's going to kill me. The thought was so certain it almost surprised you. Really, what else could happen? Fuck, it's going to kill me. You backed away, holding the knife in front of you in a desperate bid to keep the creature at bay. For some reason it actually seemed to be working, the weird wolf-man snapping its teeth at the air in evident frustration. Well, it was either that or the Duke's charm that you had slipped around your wrist, but you weren't about to start questioning your luck.
A projectile whipped past your head from behind you, the mass of it disturbing the air enough to emit a faint whistle. It was the maul, its dull blade slamming into the face of the lycan and bending it nearly in half before it collapsed like a deflating balloon.
"You stay the hell away from them, you mangy rat!" Karl spat, his gaze full of fury as he rounded the house coming from the other direction. It may not have been aimed at you, but his rage was still absolutely terrifying to witness. Your knees began to tremble, threatening to dump you onto the ground. Heisenberg suddenly seemed larger than life and extremely dangerous, voice booming and eyes ablaze with a malice you had never seen. The man tore the maul free with a sickening crunch, shaking some of the gore off. "You alright?"
You realized he was addressing you, still coming closer at that too-fast pace and you floundered to nod, opening your mouth to say something, yes I'm fine and don't come near me you're scaring me and what's going on. No words came out, though. When had he gotten so big? It was as though someone else had taken over his body, someone self-assured, someone…
Was this how he had been before?
Karl stopped dead two feet away, the man huffing out an irritated breath. "Oh, you've got one of those charms." He slung the maul over one shoulder, holding out a gloved hand. "Here, give it so I can close the loop on this fence." There were holes torn in the glove, ragged punctures. Bite marks.
"No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer." What did the Duke do to him?
Karl's brow furrowed, but he soldered on, reasoning, "There's more of the freaks out there, sugar. We don't have the whole fence covered, I need that last charm."
"Please, don't…look, I don't want to hurt you and you're scaring me right now." You got the feeling the blade you had was about as threatening as a butter knife to the large man, but you held firm.
Cornered dogs bite. He had called you sugar, his voice low and urgent. Surely it was still him in there if he was using the silly pet name he had decided upon for you. This was all so confusing.
"The lycans don't give a shit about whether you're scared, sugar! They aren't gonna' wait around for us to sort things out, they're coming!" Heisenberg snapped roughly, glancing back over his shoulder. "Fuck's sake! I'm not at full bore and if something gets you because I'm out of it, I'd-" He hesitated, then huffed through gritted teeth instead of finishing the sentence. "Alright, fine, I'm not coming any closer, we'll just do it together then. Stay by me. Devil you know, right?" He instructed, that fierce gaze softening a bit. "Nothing will get you while I'm here."
What if you're the thing I'm worried about? you wondered privately.
…
You were looking at him like he was a monster. You were looking at him like he was a horrible, terrible monster, that trashy Bowie knife you used to shave kindling chips clutched in your trembling hands, leveled at his gut. You're scaring me right now.
And Karl couldn't even deny it because holy shit he was, he had been, he might still be. Oh God, no wonder the Duke told him it was an awful idea. He wanted to throw up, but that may have been due to the closeness of the talisman. Anti-mold measures or just another silver bullet in the magazine?
At least now he knew, as crushing as that particular burden of knowledge was. At least he knew. It was oddly freeing to be that self-fulfilling prophecy for once.
You ended up hovering nervously at his elbow, the proximity of the charm a constant, nagging throb at the apex of his spine. But he could keep track of you that way.
"The lycans are wary." Karl informed you, not really sure why he did so. "They know who I am but they're not particularly good listeners."
"Something you have in common." You retorted.
Karl shrugged, feeling his glove slide down his mangled fingers before he tugged it back into place. "I'd like to think I've improved." He glared at the forms he could see surging along the edges of the treeline, brandishing the maul in silent threat. Come on, you rabid little shits.
Not a single one left the safety of the woods, however they did keep up their noise. Howling and shrieking, the pack followed the two of you closely. They're waiting for us to place the last charm, Heisenberg realized, his brow furrowing. They'll strike then before we can get back inside the fenceline.
"I need you to be ready to run once you tack down that last talisman." He muttered out the side of his mouth, relieved when you nodded. "Don't worry about me."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
His laugh was coarse and joyless. He had been a naive idiot to think he even had a chance at any sort of quiet life, but he was more irritated with himself over being so affected by the disappointment. Now was not the time to wish to turn back the clock.
You broke away from him by running ahead, your attention clearly fixed on the section of fencing that lacked an oh-so-familiar charm. Karl watched you slide the talisman off your wrist, and at the same time he could see the pack of lycans appear to muster themselves for a full-scale assault.
Heisenberg's eyes narrowed and the man bolted forward, sending the maul ahead of him as he went. "It needs to go on the outside of the fence! I'll cover you!"
…
You yanked open the gate with single-minded intent, only to see the maul go sailing into the teeming swarm of bodies in front of you, Karl close behind announcing that he would 'cover you'. As you turned to watch him go, a massive lycan broke away from the edge of the pack and headed straight for you, fingers clawing at the dirt for traction.
You fumbled to attach the charm, hanging it on the rusted nail still in the fence post and then smashing the top of the nail with the butt of your knife to fold it over onto itself. Mission accomplished, you rushed to get back inside the safety of the fenceline, but it was too late. A paw-like hand caught your ankle, tripping you up and causing you to strike your head hard on the gate.
The world swam in front of your eyes, a combination of reflex tears and being dragged along the ground by your leg at a dizzying pace. You began to struggle, kicking desperately at the face of the creature in an effort to free yourself from its clutches. The lycan dropped your leg, choosing instead to bat aside the kicks you aimed at it and lunge for your face with a garbled howl.
You didn't even have the time to think and so you slammed your eyes shut, bracing the knife you still held against your body in an effort to at least wound the lycan.
But it didn't come. The weight of the beast on your chest just…vanished, its roar choking off abruptly.
When you dared to open your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of Karl holding up the lycan by its throat, the man clearly crushing its windpipe. Judging by the way it was thrashing, it didn't have much longer. Heisenberg didn't say a single word, the man simply grunting with effort as he gave the beast a final shake to cleanly snap its neck. He then threw the body down, broadening his stance and squaring his shoulders with a furious grin on his face.
"Fuck off!" He roared at the remaining pack, now significantly thinned and yelping. "You stay the hell away from here, or I'll wipe out every last one of you!" The maul flew through the air and he caught it, swinging it one-handed. It was dripping with some kind of black fluid. "You won't cross that fenceline!"
After a few moments of what seemed to be a snarling back-and-forth with Heisenberg and one another, the surviving creatures sulkily limped back into the woods in defeat. They left nothing behind but crystallized remains of their kin and, as rain slowly started to fall, even those began to dissolve into the soil.
Karl closed the gate, the man slowly latching it with the worn wire twisted around the post.
You were still on the ground, the knife pressed to your chest as you shivered and tried to catch your breath. You couldn't recall another day in your life that you had been so certain about your own death. Somehow all you'd ended up with was a few scrapes on your shin and a tender spot on your head from the gate.
Heisenberg swayed, propping himself up on the fence with one elbow. The maul dropped from his grasp as he panted for air, the man's scarred complexion gone so pale it was nearly green. He tried to say something, but ended up dry heaving instead. After taking a few staggering steps back from the fence, he unceremoniously collapsed onto his side.
You only hesitated momentarily before you scrambled forward, your caution thrown to the wind. It was as if watching him fight had somehow removed whatever threat you had felt before, the notion wholly gone from your mind. It was oxymoronic, but firmly embedded that the two of you were on the same side. He saved you.
The man gazed dully upwards at you or someplace past your shoulder, his breathing coming in sharp, hitchy bursts. "Hurt-" he managed to wheeze, shaking the glove off of his hand to display blackened flesh radiating from a tearing bite wound on the palm. He then gave a thumbs up with the mangled appendage, choking out, "--be okay."
You noticed blood darkening a section of his trousers by his hip and you jerked his tattered coat back, revealing several more wounds. At least two of the lycans had ripped into the back of his thigh, like they were trying to hamstring him. The purpling, bruised bites ran down his leg and there was even a large chunk missing from the top of his boot. You hissed in dismay at the whole scene, feeling nauseous and terrified.
"We need to get you out of the rain," you said finally, your stomach in knots. Karl waved you off while pffting out a breath but you essentially ignored him, pulling his good hand to haul his arm up over your shoulders. "C'mon, use whatever's left of your legs."
The man coughed out a laugh at that, then obliged you to the best of his ability. It was a struggle, but the two of you managed to get him upright. All there was left was the slow trek back to the cabin, and Jesus was it slow. Karl could barely put one foot in front of the other, the man dragging his wounded leg and the maul behind him as he leaned on you, nevermind your own legs still shaking from adrenaline.
"Why did you do that?" You asked finally, blinking the rain out of your eyes.
"Whuh."
"You know what." The only reply you got was silence, followed by a clumsy little pat on the cheek. You supposed you would have to ask later.
…
The fresh talismans gave Karl the sensation of being in the eye of a storm. A maelstrom of energy swirled around the fenceline in a disorienting spiral, but it couldn't touch him in here. The drunken stumbling was more due to the injuries he had sustained, his steps unsteady and head hanging. This weakness was incredible, it was so similar to how he had been right after he had lost to Ethan. Laying there in the dirt with the rain pouring down on him, uncertain of what had just happened, where he was, every shattered breath in his body seeming like it could be his last.
"Come, my Lord. You seem to have fallen ill."
You had said that the Duke was the one who brought him to you for aid. He barely remembered bits and pieces of the ride, only roused to consciousness from pain when he was jostled.
His forehead knocked into yours and he slurred out an apology, realizing you needed him to walk up the porch steps. And walk up them he did, his leg already feeling a little less terrible. Parasite perks, the alliteration tickling him far more than it ought to have. He actually managed to hobble through the doorway unassisted, performing an odd skipping hop to do so and dropping the maul beside the doorframe.
Once inside you collapsed on the couch, your whole body trembling. "Thought I was gonna' die." You finally said. Heisenberg continued to hover awkwardly on one leg, shoring himself up by placing a hand onto one of the ceiling crossbeams as you seemed to gather your thoughts. "I mean I thought that was it, game over. Holy shit, that was terrifying." You looked up at him, radiating incredulity as you asked, "how the hell did you just handle them?"
Karl shrugged, a bad habit he felt he could attribute to you. "It's all I've known for most of my life." It was a garbage explanation for all its truth and he knew that, but you weren't exactly in a fantastic headspace at the moment. Neither was he for that matter, he was still weak and a little queasy. Better to let sleeping dogs lie, let you calm down and regain some peace of mind. Lycans were normal to him, sure, but you'd only seen them in half light and hadn't even seemed to believe they actually existed until today.
You put your face in your hands, exhaling deeply. You then moved to rise but Karl halted you with a hand on your shoulder, and he was silently dismayed at the fact that he could still feel you shaking.
"Stay put." He tried to gentle his tone, make it a little less gruff. "That was a lot. Just rest. You want some water?"
You hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah." You caught his hand before he could turn away, seeming confused. "How are you even walking? Your leg was-"
"Something in me is real invested in keeping my body in one piece." Karl patted your hand, attempting to smile and failing miserably. "Lemme' get you that drink."
Part Four
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sorrysorry sad thoughts but rockstar!sevika going on a world tour and you have to stay home for work or something else :(( and you two are the clingiest mfs in the world so you facetime for hours before a show and after, sometimes even during a show, with her phone shoved in her back pocket while she plays one of her more loving songs in tribute to you not being there for the first time in forever </3
BUT!!! when she comes home it’s like 3 am, you were expecting her to be back later so you could pick her up from the airport in a joyous reunion but she was able to pull some strings :). so she walks into yalls house (more coming on this later i have so many thoughts about her), going straight for the bedroom almost crying because holy shit she’s been gone for like. two months. and she stumbles in, jetlagged and sleep deprived as hell and oh god, you’re laying so peacefully on her side of the bed, snuggled into her pillow, in one of her older band tees, wearing her boxers.
and as much as she wants to grab you and hold you and kiss you, and as much as she may be 6’5, cold, muscly, big scary girl, she doesn’t want to startle you :( she gets undressed into just some boxers, ready to show off her new tattoo that she got (while you were, of course, on the call while she got it). she sits on the bed, being so gentle with you, slowly caressing your cheek and whispering your name in that sweet voice that is reserved for your ears only. and when your eyes finally open, it takes about 5 seconds before you’re up and in her arms, crying and gripping onto her, snuggled into her chest and kissing her face all over.
eventually she pries you away, lifting your face oh so gently and giving you a loving kiss, smiling down at you. you’re all smiles too, holding her arms in a death grip as if you’re afraid she’s just a dream :(( so sevika bundles you into her arms, laying down and cuddling with you the way she has been missing </3
and then in the morning you have steamy reunion sex
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I need you to know that jj @pinknightsinmymind and I stared at this in Tears the other day. this is fucking incredible. I really don't have much to add except for a few lil thoughts
ok I imagine that, aside from your wedding rings, Sevika also got you guys matching jewelry. maybe a necklace or a bracelet, up to you. generally, y'all wear them for show because your everyday matching jewelry are the rings! however. when she's on tour, that jewelry never comes off. it wasn't even like, a conscious decision you two made. simply, the first time she went on tour without you, you both got incredibly sad and started wearing it. she sees it when y'all FaceTime that night, and then shows you hers. y'all did cry a lil bit, it was both adorable and goofy. now, it's tradition! before she leaves, you put her necklace on her and she puts your jewelry on you. it pretty much always results in tears and gentle kisses.
Every time she plays the ballad on tour, she always dedicates it to her beautiful wife. sometimes people can literally hear her getting a lil choked up, and it always ends up being the most heart wrenching part of her set. in my mind it's either similar to (or is) Work Song by Hozier. That's her fucking song. Especially because, you coming into her life did make her stop a lot of her terrible habits. Wanting to be with you made her a better person, and she knows it. She loves you more than life, and it shows. This is honestly my favorite Sevika head canon in the rockstar and farm au's, because they feel so real to me.
And because I'm me I have to include lyrics that are extra extra Sevika and her wife:
"No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her"
"And I was burnin' up a fever / I didn't care much how long I lived / But I swear I thought I dreamed her / She never asked me once about the wrong I did"
"My babe would never fret none / About what my hands and my body done / If the Lord don't forgive me / I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"
Ok now that I'm in Tears. Man. C'mon.
On the point of her surprising you by coming home early. Just going off how I process emotions, when y'all get off call that night you just start bawling. Like you know she's gonna be home soon and you'll get to see her, but it's been so long and you miss her so fucking much. You go to sleep crying, so when Sevika comes home and surprises you, she takes note of your puffy red eyes and her heart breaks man. She never wants to be the reason you're crying, unless it's from pleasure. So she changes as fast and as quietly as she can and kneels down at your side of to the bed.
You wake up and just like tackle her, because, to quote TSOA, "I could recognize [her] by touch alone, by smell"
It's such weepy reunion, filled with the softest and firmest hugs in the world. You're literally just crying into her neck, hugging her so tight like "that sucked so bad, I'm so glad your home" but it's so broken up because you're sobbing. sevika's crying too, just so fucking happy to be back home with her wife. she refuses to let go of you, clinging to you like a koala all night. does not care how hot it is, she needs you as close as possible. hence her lack of a shirt, and her asking you to take yours off if you're comfortable. skin to skin contact is an absolute must for you two.
that night y'all sleep like fucking babies, not waking up until like ten am the next day. even then, y'all stay in bed for hours.
on the point of reunion sex, I agree and I'd love to write a full thing on it, but I have some preliminary thoughts.
after being away from you for so long, sevika craves skin to skin contact. which means, say it with me yall, tribbing!! she needs it, you need it, it's messy and hot and wet and somehow y'all are still weepy.
she still absolutely uses her strap on you, but it's less fucking and more love making, but just as passionate and intense. deep strokes people. it's honestly her least favorite act during reunion sex, though she still fucking loves. she just needs that skin to skin contact.
so much oral. soooooooo much oral. in the same line as the skin to skin, but she just need to Feel her girl. does not let up until you're boneless and limp on the bed.
you also pamper the shit out of her. taking control during tribbing, riding her, eating her out and fingering her to release all of the pent up tension of tour.
that's all I can add to this perfect fucking ask man, I cried writing this. thank u nonnie <3
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She Might Be Your Girl, But She's Calling Me Daddy (18+ Fic) (Ch. 3/3)
I've accepted the fact that some ideas just have to be fleshed out into multiple chapters...Harper appears in one of my other fics, Liberacion, but I'm excited to write more for her. The possibilities are endless! Hope you all love her stupid ass. 💙
Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content I make sure to tag isnt your cup of tea, do not read it.
Pairing(s): Rhea Ripley/OFC
Summary: Harper and Rhea have gotten themselves into a messy arrangement that threatens to tear them apart... Will either of them get their shit together??
Tags: 18+, maaaybe some Daddy kink cuz like... have yall seen Rhea?? I haven't decided yet, though... consensual sex, friends with benefits, friends with benefits to lovers, angst. Looots of angst. And stupidity between two adults who are too chickenshit to just talk things through. You've been warned...
Word Count: 934
Corbs decided to host a party at his place and of course, we were all invited.
The incessant tension between Rhea and Danny reached a fever pitch from the moment we arrived at the get-together.
And the drinks we were all having certainly weren’t helping.
I was a bit tipsy myself, but I had abandoned the alcohol as soon as I felt the room spin even slightly.
I didn’t plan on getting sloppy drunk, especially with all this drama popping off.
I wanted to be as sober as possible so I didn’t say or do some shit that I might regret…
Well.
More than I’ve already done thus far, really.
‘’I’m sooo glad your mask has fallen off, mate. I really am. I was getting real sick of your ‘sweet churchboy’ act you were trying to pull off with everyone.’’ Rhea slurred angrily at Danny.
‘’Okay, can we not do this shit tonight? Cut it out.’’ Baron sighed, his shoulders tense and his features irritated, understandably so.
But Rhea and Danny completely ignored him, and they continued with their back and forth exchange that had been escalating through the night.
‘’You think I don’t know that you want my girlfriend?’’ Danny replied, slurring his words as well.
His unfocused gaze seemed to be searching Rhea’s for any reaction.
I sat next to Baron and sighed deeply as well, knowing that this wasn’t gonna end well.
‘’Seriously, guys. Enough.’’ I said, but they just pushed on like incessant children.
‘’Why? Does that bother you, Danny? What- you starting to think she’s getting under you to get over me and that bothers you? Threatens you?’’ Rhea smirked while the boys hissed underneath their breaths and I was looking for the nearest crevice to hide under.
Rhea’s words hit a nerve in both Danny and I for different reasons, but I certainly wasn’t expecting Danny’s response.
‘’Oh, please. I’m a god to her… she calls me Daddy.’’ Danny replied proudly, matching Rhea’s smirk as if he won the lottery.
As if he didn’t just say something completely fucking ridiculous.
Rhea wasn’t off the hook either, though.
‘’We didn’t need to know that…’’ Dom said awkwardly, the rest of the boys agreeing wholeheartedly.
‘’Danny…’’ Rhea chuckled.
‘’Somehow, I doubt that. But even if she did… just know that when she calls you that, she’s definitely not thinking about you, bro...’’ She said, laughing again at the stumped look on Danny’s face.
‘’Even if she- for some reason- breaks up with me for you. It won’t last. I give it a month tops… you’re not gonna ruin this for me, Rhea…’’ I heard Danny slur that last part lowly, almost as if talking to himself and thinking that he would go unheard.
‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ I piped in, hearing Corbs let out a soft ‘holy shit’ from his spot next to me.
I watched Danny go pale, realizing that in his drunk stupor, he had voiced his thoughts out loud.
‘’Nothing, babe… I’m so drunk right now…’’ Danny said, laughing softly as he rubbed his face.
But the damage was done.
I dropped Danny off at his place shortly after that.
With just those words out of Danny’s mouth, Rhea’s suspicions were confirmed.
His sudden desire to want to accompany me on the road wasn’t about wanting to be with me.
At that realization, I did feel a sting of hurt.
Call it ego or whatever, but it hurt.
But underneath that, there was relief.
I had found my chance.
My out.
And this time I wasn’t going to act aloof and dense, and I was going to take that out and run with it…
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I broke up with Danny the very next morning.
I figured I wouldn’t keep either of us in suspense any longer.
He… didn’t react too kindly.
I ended up locking him in my home and staying in my car while I called Baron and then the cops to get Danny out of my house.
What I didn’t know was that Baron had also called Rhea.
I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a relief to see her as well after being scared out of my fucking mind.
They arrived together before the police, and I let them both into my car.
Only, the second Rhea took notice of the forming bruises on my arms, she began heading into my house and I followed behind her.
‘’Open the door, H.’’ She said, once she realized it was locked.
‘’I don’t want him to get away.’’ I said, looking at her and the front door wearily.
‘’He won’t... Open the door or I'll open it myself.’’ She spoke.
There was a viciousness in her eyes and in her posture that made me shake my head.
I wasn’t willing to let her soil her hands on my behalf.
Running on instinct, I did what I felt in the moment.
I kissed her.
I kissed her and I felt her anger slowly drain away, making way for a look of concern once the kiss ended.
‘’Get in the car, Rhea. I need you here. With me. Not in the back of a cop car for assaulting that douchebag… Besides… I did this to myself. You were right. I used him to get over you-‘’ I rambled.
Rhea shook her head and guided us to my car where Baron waited for us.
‘’Good. No one else is going to jail.’’ He said, making Rhea and I chuckle half-heartedly.
Then Rhea turned her serious gaze on me.
‘’This isn’t your fault. I don’t give a damn if you strung him along. He didn’t have to put his hands on you.’’ She said and Baron murmured his agreement.
‘’Yeah- everyone involved acted really fucking childishly… but it's not an excuse, the guy’s a nutjob.’’ He said.
After the cops arrived and took Danny away, I settled in my place with Baron and Rhea for a bit before Baron had to tend to his family a little later in the evening, leaving me alone at my place with Rhea.
We sat in silence for a moment, letting the events of the night before and today sink in.
‘’I’ve been really fucking stupid…’’ I said softly as we cuddled in my bed.
Sinking into her warm body in my bed was exactly what I needed.
‘’I wasn’t helping the situation either… I’m sorry.’’ she said.
I accepted her apology and pressed my lips against hers for the second time that day, moaning softly as her tongue brushed against mine.
Kissing her and being with her even after everything that’s happened still felt like the easiest thing on Earth.
And I couldn’t wait to have more…
I surprised Rhea by straddling her lap and I shivered as her hands rubbed up and down my thighs while she looked up at me with a lazy smirk.
‘’Why do you look so surprised, Mami?’’ I said, giggling softly as I let the nickname slip and pinning Rhea’s wrists to the bed in a half-hearted attempt at dominance.
‘’I figured you’d wanna just chill after the day you’ve had…’’ Rhea said, moaning softly as I laid hungry, open-mouthed kisses to her neck.
I let out of a soft ‘hmph’ as I continued staking my claim against her skin, grinding my clothed hips against hers.
‘’Now why would I give that asshole the satisfaction of me depriving myself from this?’’ I smirked, watching her eyes go heavy-lidded with lust.
I let out a surprised squeak as I was suddenly flipped onto my back and Rhea laid over me, between my legs.
Panting hard, I helped Rhea unbutton my shorts and slide them off, leaving me in a thin band tee and my panties as she took her time to explore my body with her hands, kneading my breasts underneath my shirt and running her nails lightly against my shivering skin.
‘’That’s fair, princess…’’ Rhea said as she lifted my t-shirt and ran her tongue against my stomach, making me giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.
Those giggles quickly melted into moans as her mouth traveled towards my breasts and she squeezed them firmly, pinching lightly as her fingers reached my nipples.
‘’You were very cute, trying to be all dominant.’’ Rhea laughed, but I couldn’t respond.
Not with the pleasurable sensations her mouth was giving me.
She chuckled again as I lightly pushed her head lower where I really wanted it, letting out a pathetic whimper.
Her tongue lapping against my clothed pussy was heavenly, but her tongue against my bare pussy made my body almost shoot off my bed.
‘’Yes, please… Rhea don’t- don’t stop, it’s so good…’’ I babbled, panting hard and trying to grind against her mouth, but her grip on my hips gave me no wiggle room.
Eventually, she moved one hand down to slide a finger into me as her tongue worked my clit, and I saw her eyes light up in satisfaction as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.
My thighs trembled, and my hands didn’t know where to hold on, going from gripping her hair, to gripping the sheets and back again.
‘’Oh my god… please!’’ I sobbed, not even knowing what I was begging for anymore.
And suddenly, it stopped.
‘’Whaaat…’’ I said, lifting my head as Rhea climbed off the bed to remove her clothes.
Chuckling at my confused expression, she winked at me.
‘’Relax, we’re not done. Are these good to use?’’ She asked after finding my toy chest.
My heart jumped as I watched her hold up a decent sized dildo along with a harness.
She laughed heartily as I got into position, playfully smiling at her as I flipped onto my stomach and elevated my hips, presenting myself to her.
‘’Yep! Grab the one on the left though, it’ll feel good for you too.’’ I said, pointing at a dildo with a vibrating piece attached to it that went inside the person wearing it.
I let out a soft moan as she brought her palm down on one of my ass cheeks, matching my playful grin.
Rhea grabbed the lube and saturated the toy after she got situated between my legs again.
‘’Oh, shit, that’s good…’’ I whimpered as Rhea slowly entered me, hitting my sweet spot just right in this position.
I encouraged her to go faster, and I was damn near mewling as she moved.
My moans grew louder as Rhea hovered over me, holding my wrists down on the bed as her hips pumped harder.
I moaned her name again and again, feeling myself get closer to the edge again as her lips traveled along my back, licking, biting, kissing along my warm skin…
Only this time, my orgasm bombarded me, making me blank out for a few seconds.
I could hear her reach her own orgasm and I laughed breathlessly as an overwhelming feeling crashed over me.
‘’Fuck, I’ve missed you…’’ I said, panting hard as I tried to regain my breath.
I let out a whooshing breath as Rhea planted soft kisses along a back, trying to catch her own breath as well.
‘’I’ve missed you too… dinner?’’ She said out of nowhere.
I turned my head to meet her eyes, laughing loudly at the innocent smile on her face as if she didn’t just fuck my brains out not even two seconds.
‘’You’re a fucking heathen, you know that?’’ I replied, shaking my head fondly…
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I hate that people can easily find the stupid and shitty things I said and did over 5 years ago and jump to the conclusion that that's who I am, and there's no easy way for anyone to see all the efforts I've been making since then to NOT be that person. It's hard to find all my apologies and explanations because I didn't tag them all properly. I've tried time and time again to explain that I was mimicking the behavior bad adults gave me when I was growing up and that no one really called me out on that behavior until it was too late. I've tried to explain that since then I've been going through extensive therapy to separate bad learned behavior from who I want to actually be. There's so much more to this whole story than what one small chunk of the internet is making it out to be. People who actually know me know that this has been eating me up constantly and that I am always living in fear of losing everything to this drama.
especially since some of that info takes quotes out of context, jumps to conclusions that aren't true, or flat out lies about what certain artworks are depicting or meaning to convey (Like claiming a grown ass adult is a child even tho I have proof the character looks totally different as an adult than as a child, or claiming that a shock piece meant to make people reel back in horror was a fetish when it was not at all that)
It takes clips of things without the full picture and puts words in my mouth.
Here's a little something about how I used to talk about sore subjects: I would make a controversial sounding statement, but then I would explain myself in a way that would show the statement wasn't as bad as I was making it out to be. A lot of the time they just take that bad statement and paste it for the world to see, without giving any of that context of me explaining why I said that and why it's not what it sounds like.
I wish people were smart enough to spot cherry picking when they see it, but they just aren't. They'll see one sentence, and someone saying "look they're supporting this bad thing" and that's all they need to think that's what it is. People aren't smart enough to really ask questions and try to understand a situation, all they want is face value to tell them how to think and feel.
People aren't going to bother to listen to me because I'm "the bad guy" and I'll "say anything to cover my ass".
Listen, if I was really that horrible of a person, don't you think there would be more evidence out there that is very clear and blunt and not just making assumptions on what a thing means?
I'm never gonna sit here and say what I said and did wasn't wrong, it was, but it was not done because I was trying to be a terrible person or prey on anyone. It was because I was insanely misguided by someone who groomed me for 5 years since childhood and then abused me for another 3 in a really toxic relationship. And then I never got HELP for it, I never got therapy to cope with it, I never even realized until way later that 'holy shit this person was 7 years older than me and was taking advantage of me the whole time'. Like I knew they were abusive but adults being friends with children was so normalized in my head, and throughout my life many adults or older kids exposed me to things I shouldn't have been and it skewed in my head what was appropriate behavior or not. Or what was okay to draw or not. And a lot of my opinions were formed around this adult who convinced me things like loli/shota were fine as long as they were strictly made up, and he fed me a lot of nonsense about what does and doesn't make a predator to cover his own ass. I was seriously fucked up almost beyond repair for a long time.
I have a warning on my blog now that minors shouldn't be following me, I make it a point to not ever work with minors on projects or talk to a minor in any capacity beyond a fan to artist relationship. I understand now that it is my responsibility as a NSFW artist that I simply cannot have minors as friends. And being much older now I don't even want minors as friends anyway. When I was in my early 20s the age gap didn't feel as bad but I'm definitely feeling it now and I just don't want to deal with minors any more.
I'm not a danger to anyone, I'm not spewing apologetics for horrible people, I've been doing my best to be a much better and more informed person
And I have no easy way to prove any of it in a way that will matter
I'm only talking about this now because once again I was kicked out of something because someone found that old info and that was all it took. No one cares about my side of things.
And I don't know if this will ever go away
I don't know if I'll ever find any amount of comfortable success because I can't get rid of this shit and on the internet it doesn't matter how long ago you did something or how much you've changed, you did it and therefor you're bad forever.
I hate this shit so much.
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i was going to say top 5 make some noise prompts and then i thought about how constantly i reference them and went "oh that's way too hard" so...... hm. top 5 battle for beyond moments and top 5 dnd chaos moments to start. OH and top 5 underrated d20 seasons or other actual-play stuff if you'd like
ty for not asking the impossible of me re: make some noise prompts lol
god i hate that i keep having to say this, but i don't remember dnd chaos well enough to give a top 5 answer that means anything, i'm sorry!
that said. top 5 b4b? let's fuckin go.
(yes some of these aren't a single moment but i'm obsessed with b4b's "how it started out with a bit how did it end up like this" energy)
1- Trick? No, I don't charge. This one needs no explanation. Nikhil's a slut and so am I.
2- Nikhil's lance. It's the only thing he cares about. His sister made it for him. He says something like a prayer to it.
3- Let Ekon sleep. I felt that shit in my goddamn soul.
4- I'm pretty sure potatoes are a kind of meat. I'm morosexual, actually.
5- Literally the whole scene in their quarters after the bee tree fight. Sestia and Murdina definitely fucked. Nikhil asking Sestia to slap him so he can hellish rebuke the tea. Everyone lying their asses off about wanting to share the room.
underrated actualplay stuff. (wait hang on carlos was involved with almost all of these. interesting)
1- coffin run. please. i am begging everyone. watch it. izzy and zac have what i am 100% confident is the funniest dynamic of the entirety of d20. every single time the camera cuts to them, something unhinged and fucking hilarious is about to happen. carlos is the most wet kitten of a man, and erika... i can't do may justice. you gotta watch it.
2- battle for beyond. that top 5 was extremely difficult- i almost just said 5 of the 6 pcs because it's all just. so. good. the nikhil/sestia/murdina throuple is everything to me. the characters' growth and god the worldbuilding. i cannot overstate how much i love it.
3- dnd chaos. i really need to rewatch them. again, tables of pcs that absolutely fuck. i need citizen doctor abraham mehermblur carnally. both times, it's a fucking all-star cast. 10/10 highly recommend.
4- barbie d&d from PixelCircus. i've seen basically no one talking about it, and holy shit it was so fucking funny and i love when a shiny, happy aesthetic ends up going into truly terrifying existential horror. "this barbie commits war crimes!" carlos pops the fuck off.
5- candela obscura. i've not seen the first arc and i'm not done with the second (i've got an hour left of ep 2 and ep 3 is six. hours. long.) but god fucking damn. just. watch it. i cannot do it justice.
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I am seriously impressed
how do you have the mental capacity to draw (if not) a 100 sonas ????!!!!
holy fuck dude
this is amazing
well if you ever want to include me you pretty much know how I look like! <3
lemme know if I can help with something!
stay safe my child!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Thank you dear parent!!! :DD
Luckily I'm almost done the drawing- and I'm not gonna be drawing EVERYONE since not everybody has a sona but I'll try to mention everyone!!
And what do you mean 'want' to include you? I MUST INCLUDE YOU!! YOU ARE MY PARENT WHO HAS SUPPORTED ME SINCE THE BEGINNING OF MY LIFESPAN ON THIS TUMBLR!!! Besides you're already drawn on it >:3
Love ya!!! <<3333
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Day 5: Interviews
@majickth it's finally here! Enjoy ! <3
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[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]
I've finally managed to sit down and interview a few of the survivors of The Watchers. It's thrilling that they want to talk to me. I'm excited to see what knowledge they'll bring to my investigation, and the insight they can provide. Hopefully, and we're crossing fingers pretty tight here, it'll bring me closer to the answers I want.
I'll update when the interviews are done!
[Transcript of James Tek interview, conducted by GRIAN ████. The following is prohibited from being viewed by the public.]
G: Can you please state your name for the records?
J: Uh,, James- James Tek. Everyone calls me Jimmy..
G: How did you first come across the Watchers?
J: Honestly, it wasn't my choice.. a friend of mine got involved with them... I was in a rough patch, mentally.. it meant a lot that a friend was reaching out, with intentions to help... He introduced me to someone, Exae,, he said they'd be able to help me. If I just gave in.
G: Gave in to what?
J: To Them...
G: The Watchers?
J: .. yeah.. We were marked. Branded... Like that mark you have on your wrist.. Except more scarred over.
G: My wha-... oh... right- uh- continue.
J: It was how we proved that we "gave in" to them. We were lead away from everyone else.. weren't allowed to talk to anyone else... It was terrifying, I was alone-... scared... People tried to contact us, friends, family, our phones were destroyed so we couldn't talk to them. My friend, though? He couldn't see it like that... he thought they were helping. He was blinded by their promises. Until- of course.. that fateful day we escaped. The sacrifice, some guy I didn't know, was murdered. In cold blood... Hah... I guess that snapped him out of it. He helped me and this other guy, Martyn, get out of there... and for our efforts, Martyn got stabbed, and... poor Taurtis got blinded. Literally..
G: -.... did you say his name was Taurtis? The friend you knew?
J: Yeah.. Why- do you know him?
G: Th the name just sounded familiar, that's all- Thank you, Jimmy, that'll be all-
[End of transcript.]
[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]
Holy shit... I knew Taurtis was blind, I didn't think this was what happened to him. I know he's still alive and shit, but gods....
Am I in too deep with this?
[Transcript of Martyn Littlewood interview, conducted by GRIAN ████. The following is prohibited from being viewed by the public.]
"Can you please state your name for the records?"
"Martyn Littlewood, frequent visitor of the Hollow. It's almost like having a vacation home.. if vacation homes were in creepy small towns."
"How did you first come across the Watchers?"
"Like I said, I'm not from the Hollow.. But a good friend of mine lived here, so I figured I'd come see him while I was down here. Pix ran the radio station here, Hermit's Hollow Recap.."
"The radio station that burned down?"
"An act of retaliation, I think.."
"For what?"
"Not being a good enough sacrifice. Yeesh.. that sounds harsh now that I say it, huh."
"A tad, yes... tell me more about the sacrifice thing?"
"Well- see the branding here? Yeah- his was... well- less like a branding, more like a birth mark? And- and it glowed, kinda, when he was in the circle! It was freaky as hell.. But, the Watcher Spirit- or whatever they said, I tuned them out, was taking too long to possess him? So they killed him. Right then and there. He tried to fight back, tried to tell them this wasn't fair, but they killed him.... I- I watched my friend get killed.... wow-.. that's.. that's really fucked up, isn't it.."
"Very... I'm so sorry to hear about that.."
"Eh.. But- some guy, Taurtis I think, told us to run. I mean- a lot of good running did me, I got stabbed. Annoying, right? But hey- we got out of there with our lives... even if that poor Taurtis guy got his eyes gouged out- like proper gouged, it was gross, something out of a horror movie-.... sorry, you alright there? You look a bit green 'round the gills."
"I- I'm fine.. that's.. enough questions for now.. Thank you, Martyn.."
[End of transcript.]
[ The following is a transcript of notes taken from the online journal of GRIAN ████. Certain words have been removed per request, but the remaining text is otherwise unaltered. ]
I learned something rather interesting, not just about the Watchers, but in the ways that people handle trauma and being questioned about it.
While both clearly were effected by what had happened, Jimmy was more bitter and angry, making biting comments while I asked questions. Meanwhile, Martyn was more lighthearted, and tended to use dark humor to deflect his actual feelings about the events that transpired.
In the end, these interviews at the very least gave me more information about the Watchers, and allowed me to gain a bit more insight into how they have effected people who have managed to escape. This gives me at least a little hope about possibly finding these missing people.
It also presents me with a problem. Jimmy pointed out to me that I now bare the mark of the Watcher's Vessel. I've heard about what happens to these folks and it doesn't sound like fun.
Pixl Riffs, the owner of the HHR station, was.. as Martyn had said, murdered in cold blood. But that was because he "wasn't a good sacrifice". What happens if you are a good sacrifice?
Do I even want to know?
.....
Wish me luck in trying to get this off.
... I'm gonna call Taurtis.. just to check in on him.
[End of transcript.]
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I was gone in the summer so I missed this milestone but: I've officially been in the steddie fandom a year (plus, uh, three months), and wow, what a fucking amazing year it's been
(i do want to shout out to my spouse for BEGGING me to watch this show for multiple years until i finally caved when they were away last summer, and to whoever made a steddie fanvid on tiktok, and the algorithm gods who went 'this bitch likes gay shit' and served it to me, causing my total descent into absolutely madness)
in that time (since august of 2022, and actually almost all between aug 2022-april 2023), I've:
written 16 (!!!) fics
totalling 307,294 words (holy fuck)
my three most popular fics are, by no small margin:
same as it ever was (which was only my 3rd ever steddie fic) (and which is currently being podficc'd by the amazing @n0connections!)
carve your name into my chest (my magnum opus, the steddie hockey fic, which I am still to this day absolutely blown away by the reception to. it's baby brother prequel, clean ice cold hearts can't lose, is much less popular but one of my absolute faves. can be read as a standalone, if you're into that!)
&, there'll be a riot cause i know you (proving that you're all really just here for the smut ;))
I've had other podfics made (thank you, @amanita-fierce, for the amazing pod of when they raise the landing gear (will your heart stay here)
I've gone absolutely crazy with a @thefreakandthehair prompt and accidentally wrote a hallmark movie fic that's the second longest thing I've ever done (make this inn our own), which the incredible @staymagical BOUND INTO A BOOK for me (the craziest and coolest thing that's ever happened in my fandom life, I'm not even gonna lie!) (and then my amazing beta blue bound carve into a book, but they don't have tumblr so they don't get a fun tag, but I also cried very hard about that as well)
I've gotten more fanart than I could even hope to tag, but special shoutout to @oriarts for being the first and for never failing to make me lose my mind over the way you make my fuzzy brain images come to life, and also for letting me brain spaghetti at them literally all the time, many of my fics would not exist without ori (psst if you make fanart PLEASE tag me so i can see it and cry!!!)
and I've made more friends than I ever expected, and have felt so loved and supported by this whole community. I've been part of fandom for the better part of two decades now (yikes) and have never felt so welcome, and appreciated, and I have to thank all of you for that.
I'm so excited to be back, and I'm sorry I don't have a pithy way to end this post. <3
ps. no promises, but hopefully there will be some new stuff coming down the pipeline in the next few months. hope to see you there!
#about the author#hex writes stuff#my stuff#kind of?#a retrospective#one year anniversary#plus three months#cause ya girl has adhd
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First impressions of Animorphs!
I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.
Book 5: The Predator
Alright we've got Marco POV. I was dreading this one cause I find him a bit whiny and annoying, but I'm actually quite into it! I think seeing his internal thoughts and worries really helps deepen the character.
My suspension of belief is being tested by the idea of punks dumb enough to try and fight a gorilla.
Ok so if you get hurt and then morph, you lose the damage. But what if you have something stuck in you? Like a bullet.
<I am well. And each of you?> Idk why but I love this line. Polite boy. <3
Ax u fucking numpty where the hell are you going. I was not expecting him to be this...air-headed. And of all the foods for him to try first he got COFFEE?! Not gonna end well. Though is an interesting thought, if you could introduce food to someone who'd never eaten before, what would you pick?
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“Must I carry this?” he asked, indicating his empty coffee cup.
“No, you can just throw it away.”
Bad choice of words. Ax threw the coffee cup. He threw it hard.
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^ This made me laugh out loud at work
Ok so I guess staying undercover is just straight out of the equation now. How are you going to cover up Ax morphing from human to Andalite when he did it in a crowded mall? And then this poor lady watching her lobsters turn into humans/ an alien.
Confirmed can't morph from one animal to another. I thought Jake had done it in book 2 from flea to tiger but turns out I misheard and he did go back to human in between..
The ants lacking the idea of self leading to the group forgetting themselves is legitimately creepy. Imagine if they hadn't regained control, and Tobias watches his friends turn into ants and walk off and they're gone forever...
Put being ripped apart by ants on my list of ways I do not wanna die
Being that this is book 5/54 somehow I doubt this will be Marco's last mission, but considering how against it he's been and the recent traumatising I'm curious what will pull him back. Hoping it will be something that puts the 'should we/shouldn't we' plot point to bed.
You know I really want to know HOW Visser Three got the Andalite body, hope we get to learn that backstory sometime.
AAAAAAAAAAAA Visser One reveal holy shiiit. I KNEW Marco's mom would come back up, but I didn't put the pieces together with Visser One. Haha. Brilliant. I guess this is how we'll be keeping Marco on board.
Oh man the thoughtspeak between Marco and Jake, the only other one to realise. It makes Marcos comments on Tom being a controller in the first books so much juicer. Now you guys have this in common.
Not really sure why Visser Three didn't just kill them then and there
They're in a hurry so can't really blame em but man it would have been good if they could have acquired a Hork-Bajir from the unconscious ones
One thing I appreciate in animorphs is how so far, most of their missions have been failures. This book is probably the biggest failure, they potentially blew their cover with Ax in the mall, got almost killed twice, failed to capture a spaceship and got saved by a Yeerk. I really enjoyed it though, I like Marco a lot more now, I think the big reveal is gonna be great for his character.
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If your still doing the kiss prompts could you please do number 3 (if it hasn't been done already) ?
Also,I’m in love with your writing <3
3. kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s
"Wait—shit—" Ash stumbles, tripping over the miscellaneous items scattered across the floor.
Eiji jumps back from the kiss immediately. "I'm sorry!" he blurts. "Are you okay?"
"Come back," Ash whines. "Please."
"Oh," Eiji breathes, eyes widening. "You sure?"
"God, Eiji, I've never been so sure of anything in my life." Ash's eyelids are fluttering, and he needs more more more.
Eiji smiles, finally finally coming back to meet Ash. It takes everything in Ash not to moan already.
"Shit," he mumbles into Eiji's mouth. "Holy fuck."
"Good?" Eiji says, but this time it's with a voice that says he knows it's good. He's fucking with Ash, and Ash wouldn't have it any other way.
"Fantastic," Ash says. "Incredible. Amazing. Stellar—"
"Don't call me stellar when we're making out?" Eiji says, laughing with mock offense.
"But you are stellar," Ash insists. "Am I so wrong to say it?"
"Yes," Eiji says, still laughing.
"Just fucking kiss me," Ash says, somewhere between begging and pleading, between moaning and growling. Eiji does; he does, and it's everything Ash never thought he could have in a kiss.
Ash leans forward, every part of him pressed against Eiji, every part of Eiji pressed back against him, bodies curving into each other like they were made for each other—but Ash has stopped believing that he was made for other people's enjoyment. He's here for himself, now, but he's more than happy to make Eiji smile along the way.
And Eiji's doing the same for him, which has never happened before. Maybe that's why it's different. But somehow, Ash knows that everything is different with Eiji. Everything. Everything.
Ash would give everything to Eiji, because Eiji would never take it.
Eiji would never want more than Ash is able to give. More than Ash is happy to give.
Eiji Eiji Eiji Eiji—
Ash loves Eiji. He loves him. So goddamn much.
Eiji pulls back again, and Ash has to restrain himself from chasing Eiji's lips, moving forward and staying with him with him with him forever.
"Still okay?" Eiji asks.
Ash breathes out a laugh. This man is hopeless. Almost as hopeless as Ash.
"I'm okay if you are," Ash promises. His voice is hoarse and breathy and a different sort of seductive than it's been with anyone else. He's not a child anymore, and he's not trying to be. Eiji doesn't want him to be.
Eiji smiles, almost shy despite everything. "You know I love kissing you, Ash," he says, ducking his head.
"Then kiss me," Ash says. Kiss me again.
Kiss prompts!
#banana fish#asheiji#ash lynx#eiji okumura#prompt fill#answers#anon#me linking the kiss prompts as if i haven't done most of them already#i'm open to other prompts as well#including original prompts!#also this is so fucking gay lmao#gay gay homosexual gay#ALSO THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS ON MY WRITING you are so sweet#okay bye
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