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feluka · 2 years

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peony literally faking his own death to force jade to realise that he is capable of forming emotional attachments to other people is the biggest power move. get you a friend like peony upala malkuth ix

jade: why did you do that?? i was really upset when i thought you were dead!

peony: so you agree? you are a human being and therefore not exempt from the feelings of pain and loss when confronted with tragedy, and by extension not exempt from the compassion and understanding that you constantly refuse to receive from the people who care about you due to your false belief that your unconventional process of grieving makes you less of a human, as every person is entitled to their own unique form of grief and it does not make one any less valid for it?

#this has been in my drafts for close to 2 years #because it's a little cringe ngl #but in honor of peony winning the poll i will post it #i have nothing to lose i already posted thomas jefferson miku binder peony #anyway. feast your eyes on regina upala malkuth george the ninth #tales of the abyss #peony upala malkuth ix

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Writer Spotlight: Tamsyn Muir

Tamsyn Muir probably doesn’t need a lot of introduction here on Tumblr, but for those who aren’t yet familiar with her work: Tamsyn Muir is the bestselling author of the Locked Tomb Series. Her fiction has won the Locus and Crawford awards. It has been nominated for the Hugo Award, the Nebula Award, the Shirley Jackson Award, the World Fantasy Award, the Dragon Award, and the Eugie Foster Memorial Award. A Kiwi, she has spent most of her life in Howick, New Zealand, with time living in Waiuku and central Wellington. She currently lives and works in Oxford, in the United Kingdom.

We asked Tamsyn some questions about Nona the Ninth, the next installment of the Locked Tomb series, which comes out on September 13. (Mild spoilers ahead. You have been warned!)

Can you tell us about Nona the Ninth? How would you contextualize it alongside the previous Gideon the Ninth and Harrow the Ninth?

The Locked Tomb has always followed a concrete set of rules about whose point of view we’re in—there’s a priority list and a hard if-and-else-if set of codes about who is telling the tale. The priority character is always Gideon Nav herself, but after Gideon the Ninth, in many ways, she gets knocked out of the ring.

Nona is the next rule on the priority list—the next storyteller. Except there are also a bunch of other storytellers popping up in the priority list as she lets her guard down. That’s kind of one curtain I wanted to pull back on The Locked Tomb as a whole. Who’s telling this story? What is the truth as someone else understands it? Which is why, where the last two books have been told very much from the perspectives of the Nine Houses, we’re finally in a setting where the Houses have pulled back, and the truth told is completely different.

You have a knack for approaching the next part of the story from a completely different vantage point, which is deliciously frustrating for the reader. Why do you think this works so well (when really, it sort of shouldn’t)?

Oh, but it does, and it’s been proved to work—just play an RPG! One thing I passionately loved in Final Fantasy IX, my very favourite Final Fantasy at the end of the day, is that one moment you’re with the thief-turned-thespian Zidane and a wonderfully dashing attempt to kidnap a princess in the middle of a theater performance—then you’re with…some very bizarre kid called Vivi…who has lost his ticket and is getting negged by a horrifying rat child. You’re given a completely different lens on a completely different situation in what’s basically a completely different genre. In the same game! There’s a risk of getting too comfortable in someone’s truth—you might want to settle down in a character whom you have learned to understand. But then you have to practice a very radical empathy in settling down in Nona, who just absolutely does not give a shit about swords or empire and, at her worst, can be quite an irritating, materialistic babe in the woods who is WAY too into dogs. Of course it’s alienating. If the experience of being in Gideon’s head was the same as being in Harrow’s as being in Nona’s, there wouldn’t be any point. If different vantage points didn’t work, A Song of Ice and Fire would never have gotten off the ground. Hell, neither would The Iliad. I just sit longer with my vantage point.

After writing foul-mouthed and horny Gideon and acerbic, memory-challenged, and also horny Harrow, how did you approach writing Nona’s character, and what did you enjoy most about the process?

Harrow would hate that you described her as horny. Gideon would be fine with being described as horny. Nona would love to sit you down and talk about all the things that make her horny, at the end of which you are 50% worried that she doesn’t honestly understand ‘horny,’ and 50% worried that she DOES understand ‘horny.’

Nona is my character who doesn’t give a fuck. Gideon and Harrow both give too many. It was fun to write a character who sincerely seeks out love as she understands it, who has a large collection of friends and interests, and has no ambition. And yet what I really enjoyed is that Nona is easily also the most terrifying POV character of the series.

We meet some old friends in a new place in Nona. What aspect of the familiar characters meeting the unfamiliar world was the most fun to write?

Honestly, the fact that they’re in such a different milieu was fun enough. One is a woman completely out of time, trying to find something to live for; two are dyed-in-the-wool Housers forced to re-examine values they’ve always taken for granted and what the next part of life after death is going to look like for them. All three are fish out of water. And then there’s actually the reader meeting the familiar after two long books about the unfamiliar, and all the ways I hope that’s entirely weird and recontextualizing. And then, for Nona, what’s familiar to us is entirely unfamiliar to her. Writing Nona was like one long experiment with jamais vu.

When Lyctorhood goes south or gets experimented with, we get someone’s mind in someone else’s body. What is it that drew you to writing this Cartesian mechanism into the universe of the Nine Houses?

Oh my God, please do not spring words like Cartesian on me, I have not had lunch yet.

My understanding is that Descartes thought mind and matter were two completely different things and then got stuck trying to explain why they don’t feel like two completely different things. So if someone kicks you in the goolies and your mind forms the thought ‘yowch, my goolies,’ how is that mind-matter gulf being bridged? Minds in The Locked Tomb lose to matter nine times out of ten. (This is linked, not coincidentally, to my experience of psychosis.) Gideon’s mind is constantly in danger of being sucked away into the storm drain of Harrow’s matter. Revenants are minds that have temporarily anchored themselves to foreign matter, but over time the matter exerts itself, and the mind starts to fall apart. So when you get a mind that’s big enough not only to resist the matter it’s attached to but actually to start burning that matter up…well, what kind of mind could possibly be so powerful?? (Significant looks at camera.)

You’ve previously headcanoned the often affectionately named “Jod” as Taika Waititi (which offers up the potential for some delightful space-god-gay-pirate crossover fic, thank you). Do you have any casting headcanons for the other characters?

I have recently admitted to loving Erana James as Harrow, except I don’t think Harrowhark is quite that good-looking.

By the way, I wish I had come up with Jod. Whoever did, well done you.

We know you’re not allowed to read fanfic for legal reasons, but who would you find intriguing as a ship proposition and why?

I find all ships intriguing. I’ve spent too long in these mines. No ship is too problematic or cracky for me. My only hope is to out-fandom fandom by presenting them with ships more problematic and crack-filled than they do (I will not; fandom always wins). In these tiresome days where ship wars have been taking on airs, as is my understanding, of virtue versus sin (I don’t even know what Bakudeku is and yet I feel sorry for anyone who ships it; I didn’t ship Reylo because it wasn’t messed-up enough and feel the same), I hope the Locked Tomb fandom is just accepting that all shipping is batshit and every ship is just as bad as the next. Gideon x Harrow is just as bad as Teacher x Crux is as bad as Hot Sauce x Cytherea the First is as bad as Camilla x Juno Zeta is as bad as Silas x Every Asht Brother (actually, I wrote the Asht brothers in an unrelated piece that’ll never see the light of day and imo they’ve suffered enough, but).

I was in the Kingdom Hearts fandom briefly. We shipped people with Goofy. Actually, let’s go with that. Naberius Tern x Goofy. On second thought, please don’t go with that. Goofy had a happy marriage and would know better.

This question has sparked some debate among the editorial team here because we absolutely can’t agree on one. Do you have a favorite character?

Yes. As of twenty seconds ago, it’s Naberius because I can’t enthuse enough over how he and Goofy’s relationship would break down because Babs spends so much money on silk pillowcases to avoid hair frizz. He only needs two, max, but has twenty. I hope Goofy goes on longer and longer adventures with Sora and Donald to try to ignore how his love life is breaking down over Naberius leaving the wedding they were just attending because he saw some other dude wearing the same shirt. Leave him, Goofy!!!

If Nona had a Tumblr, what would it be called, and what would she post?

It would just be a single text post with ‘hi,’ and she didn’t even write it. She dictated to Camilla, then ran out of ideas. Her profile just says ‘nona,’ and it’s a default layout. Nona just wouldn’t see the point of Tumblr, even if you told her there were pictures of dogs: why would you want to see a picture of a dog when you could be near a dog in real life? (I told you Nona was scary.)

Which house would you belong to, and do you see yourself more as an adept or cavalier?

I belong to No House. I’ve never been able to belong to a House. I’ve never been able to sort myself into anything really; I’ve tried, and nothing sticks. I can’t be an adept or a cavalier either, I’m just sitting in the corner glumly eating hot dogs. I guess I’m Hot Dog House.

The Locked Tomb fanart is strong here on Tumblr. Do you have a favorite piece you’ve seen recently?

Every piece I have seen recently is my most favorite piece! I was just in Spain for the Celsius convention, and the most intensely wonderful thing was that I came away with fan art that the fans have done. I don’t know what they’re feeding them there in Spain, but pretty much every fan was just nonchalantly like, ‘I drew this,’ and presented me with the goddamn Sistine Chapel. Someone had, while they were waiting in a queue, just filled a sketchbook with the most incredible work on the fly. Special shout-out to a marvelous flipbook I got where Harrow and Gideon are ducks.

The plan was for Alecto the Ninth to be the third and last book. Here we are with Nona the Ninth and Alecto still set to appear (we are not complaining). How has that process been?

AWFUL!!!!

It took me a long time to let go of the fact that it wasn’t going to be a trilogy; it was four books. I want the story to be done now! For one thing, because I’m really excited about the ending, and for another thing, the longer this goes on, the more of a terrible gremlin I become. The Locked Tomb is very special to me, but also I have five million other stories to write and only so long in a lifetime. I’ve been with this world since 2018, and I am wildly excited to get to all the other places. My editor and I will, I think, shed a sentimental tear on the final page, but also, you haven’t even met Teresa Santos yet, who has kept every gun she has ever loved.

What kind of writer are you? A plotter? A pantser? Do you have any morning rituals that set you up for a day of writing?

Plotter. I envy pantsers and gardeners. This is why Nona being unexpected got to me so much. I don’t actually have any rituals or exercises or anything—it’s important for me to have a specific writing space and a good breakfast. But every book is different. Like, what helped with Harrow was breaking every so often to die in Donkey Kong Country.

Do you have any writing or publishing or life advice for any budding queer sci-fi writers reading this?

I see so many writers—and this may also have something to do with being a queer writer—giving themselves SUCH a goddamned hard time. If I could give any advice to them, it would be to stop beating themselves up so much. I’m really dubious at how there’s this perceived glamorous youthquake to writing— like, that if you haven’t been published by 25 and don’t have BookTok at your feet, you’re a failure—it is so much more important to live your life. I’m so grateful I lived in an era where I could write fanfiction, for instance, and not have the sense that it ought to be my side hustle. You don’t have to have published the world’s most important and meaningful queer SFF story by the time you are 29. You don’t need to have done jack shit.

I do have one piece of practical life advice because if I have any regrets, it is that for a large portion of my early twenties, I used to consume like six cans of Mountain Dew a day. I don’t think this sparked queer joy. I think it stripped away all my tooth enamel. You will LOVE having tooth enamel in your old age, so stop.

The Locked Tomb is seriously good and gloriously queer, and its continued success will hopefully encourage more publishers to publish more queer sci-fi, all of the time. Do you have any queer sci-fi reading recs to tide us over while we await Alecto?

Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh is coming soon. It should really be called Problematic Gays I Have Loved (this is why they don’t let me title things).

Thank you so much to Tamsyn for taking the time to answer our questions! We’re so excited to see everyone’s reactions to Nona the Ninth when she arrives on September 13!! In the meantime, head over to the #the locked tomb tag for fan theories, fics, and art (remember to filter for spoilers)!

#writer spotlight #tamsyn muir #nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #you can't spell necromantic without romantic #the locked tomb #writers on tumblr #tlt #lgbtqia+ lit #lgbtqia+ reading recs

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tigertales9 · 5 months

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Hard Reset IX

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff

Description: This fic covers the rest of the bye week honeymoon.

Time/Place: Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2023 - Friday, Oct. 20, 2023 / the lakehouse

A/N: This is the ninth fic in the Hard Reset series.

The end of the secret honeymoon is here! Next chapter will be back in the city. I'm going to be pretty busy the next couple weeks, but I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. It'll probably be after the holidays.

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Wednesday night, 10/18/23

You come awake slowly, yawning and smiling against Joe's chest as he drops a kiss on your forehead. "How long was I asleep?" you ask.

"Just over an hour," he answers. "I woke up about ten minutes ago."

"I feel like I slept for ages," you murmur, yawning again.

"It was def a power nap," he muses.

You enjoy his warm embrace for several more minutes before his stomach growls loudly, causing you both to laugh. "Let me get a quick shower and we'll cook dinner," you state. "We can save the fondue action for tomorrow."

"Can we finish carving the pumpkins before dinner?" he asks, his hopeful tone making you smile.

"Sure." You take his hand as he stands up and helps you off the sofa. "Shower first, then pumpkins, then dinner. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds perfect," he agrees, following you as you head for the stairs.

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About forty minutes later, you're freshly showered and back downstairs, finishing up carving your jack-o-lantern as Joe -- who finished carving before you -- tosses another log on the fire.

"I'm done," you eventually announce, standing up and giving him a smile. "Time for the big reveal," you continue, setting your jack-o-lanterns side by side on the table before stepping back to inspect them.

"Awww, yours is super cute," he mutters, making a face as he gestures at his. "Mine looks like he's struggling to hold in a huge fart," he grumbles, mimicking his jack-o-lantern's grimace as you bust out laughing.

"He really does," you agree, laughing even harder when he playfully swats your butt.

"You weren't supposed to agree with me," he pouts.

"Sorry," you giggle, pulling him into a tight hug. "It'll look awesome once we put the candles inside. Let's put 'em on the hearth and light 'em up."

Y'all grab your jack-o-lanterns and head toward the fireplace, placing them on the hearth and inserting lit candles inside before stepping back to admire the results. Both of you are silent for a minute before Joe speaks.

"Mine looks even worse lit up."

You know better than to agree with his very correct assessment, so you just give him a smile and lie through your teeth. "I think it looks great," you chirp, smiling even bigger when he narrows his eyes at you.

"Liar," he scoffs, trying and failing to keep a stern look on his face.

"He's got a touch of RBF, but he's still super cute, kinda like you," you tease, grabbing his hand and walking toward the kitchen. "You ready to cook dinner?"

"Yes, I'm starving," he groans, quickly forgetting all about his less-than-stellar pumpkin carving skills.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Thursday, 10/19/23

Y'all sleep late the next morning then have breakfast together before taking a few hours to do your own things:

watching game film, talking to Coach Taylor, and a work-out for him

a shower, talking to your bestie, your mom, and Joe's mom, plus online furniture shopping for you

You're lounging in bed just after noon -- wearing lace panties and one of Joe's t-shirts -- perusing armchairs for the lakehouse bedroom sitting area when he walks in fresh from his work-out, wiping his face and neck with a hand towel while looking like sex on legs.

"Hey," he greets you, ambling over and leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. "What are you doing?"

"Watching porn," you deadpan, smiling when he cranes his neck to look at your computer screen.

"Those leather chairs are really nice, but I wouldn't call 'em porn."

"I was talking about you," you purr, placing your fingertips on his inner thigh and running them all the way up the leg of his slinky shorts to his thigh crease, giving him a filthy wink at his sharp intake of breath.

"I'm really sweaty," he mutters, his eyes going wide when you pull your hand out of his shorts, set your laptop aside and turn to face him.

"Take your shirt off," you order, grabbing his hips and coaxing him forward a couple steps until his legs touch the edge of the mattress; you look up at him, loving the angle as he towers over you while you stay seated on the bed, your spread thighs flanking his long legs.

He tosses the towel down and slowly pulls his shirt off, using it to wipe his armpits and chest before trailing it down his torso. "Uh-uh," you scold, taking the shirt and tossing it on the floor. "That's what my tongue is for," you tease, holding eye contact while flattening your tongue against his abs just above the waistband of his shorts, licking up the length of his barely-there blonde treasure trail before slowly rimming his belly button.

He makes a sound low in his throat as you reverse course, trailing your tongue back down over his treasure trail, waistband, and all the way down to the prominent bulge in his shorts. "I wanna taste you," you state, licking his erection through the flimsy fabric. "I'm really sweaty," he repeats. "I know," you moan, hooking your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and undies and pulling them down to mid-thigh; you catch his cock as it springs free, relishing the hot and heavy feel of it in your hands as you trace the prominent veins with gentle caresses before gripping him tight. You give him a few slow pulls, base to tip, coaxing some pearly precum out before gently lapping it up, a sizzle of heat rushing through you at the noises he makes as you pleasure him.

"So good," he grits out, placing one big hand on the back of your head as you take him deeper and deeper; your entire body reacts to the sensory overload, drunk on the feel and the smell and the taste of him, the pheromone cocktail causing an immediate rush of moisture in your mouth and core.

"Jesus, baby, I wanna fuck you," he eventually groans, "but I'm way too sweaty to get in bed."

You pull off of him, stripping your shirt and panties off before spinning around and getting on your hands and knees, scooting back until you're on the edge of the mattress, your butt conveniently positioned at his crotch level. You throw him a look over your shoulder and wiggle your ass in invitation, fully expecting him to sink his erection inside you. He licks his lips and squats down, sinking his hot tongue inside you instead; you drop your forehead down onto the bed and arch your back, giving him easier access as his talented tongue works magic between your thighs, your fingernails digging into the cool sheets and your breathy moans escalating as he expertly coaxes you toward climax.

~ ~ ~

After a few orgasms -- two for you, one for him -- y'all end up sprawled on the bedroom floor with you on top of him, both panting hard to catch your breath.

"That got my heart rate up much more than my work-out," he grins, running a hand up and down your back.

"I think I blacked out for a sec," you chuckle, taking several more minutes to recover from the intense climaxes before rolling off of him. "I need a shower, but I'm not sure I can walk."

"Let me help," he offers, standing up and helping you to your feet before guiding you to the bathroom. "Let's get a shower then go do the fondue thing, okay?"

"That doesn't sound like a very healthy lunch," you laugh.

He gives you a wink before turning the water on to heat up in the oversized shower. "We gotta enjoy the cheat days while we can. Once we're back in the city, we'll go back to healthy eating."

"Sounds good," you concede, stepping into the steaming shower just ahead of him, shivering in delight when the hot water hits you.

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An hour later you're back downstairs, sitting across from each other on the floor on either side of the coffee table -- in front of a roaring fire -- playing Uno and dipping Honeycrisp apple wedges, pumpkin spice doughnut chunks and fluffy marshmallows in warm caramel.

"This fondue pot is amazing," Joe mumbles around a mouthful of gooey marshmallow, holding one hand in front of his face so as not to show you his partially-chewed food.

"It really is," you agree, hitting him with yet another 'draw four' card while he rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"Damn, woman," he mutters, snatching the cards from the deck. "I've got like fifty cards now," he exaggerates.

"Good thing you have big hands to hold all of 'em," you tease, giving him a cheeky grin when he faux-glowers at you.

A couple minutes later, you throw down your last card, laughing at the look of relief on his face. "Thank God that's finally over," he grumbles, stacking the Uno cards and setting them to the side.

Y'all exchange small talk while you finish the fondue.

"I talked to your mom earlier," you say. "She's hinting that she wants to see us when we get back to the city." You reach over and wipe a drop of caramel off of his chin before continuing. "Maybe we should have them over Sunday? You and your dad can watch football and grill steaks, and your mom and I will make all the side dishes."

"Sounds good," he mumbles around a mouthful of apple.

"I'll call your mom tomorrow and invite them. They can just spend the night and head home Monday morning." Joe opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it. "I'll let her know that you have to be at the facility early Monday to start prepping for the 49ers, so you won't be having breakfast with us."

"You read my mind," he grins.

"It's getting to be a habit," you laugh, before gesturing to his phone. "Check the weather real quick."

He wipes his hands on a napkin before doing your bidding. "The rain is really scattered," he muses. "Looks like we have a good chance for some light showers but nothing crazy like last night."

You heave a sigh and roll your shoulders, throwing a look of longing at the roaring fire before speaking. "Is it bad that I just want to stay in tonight? I know you want to go to the Lake Lodge for dinner, but it's so warm and cozy here," you plead, batting your eyelashes for good measure.

He gives you a smile before responding. "I was just about to suggest we get soup and sandwiches delivered from The Cove Café for dinner tonight. There's an hour window from like 6:00 to 7:00 when the rain chance drops to basically zero." He shrugs. "Perfect time to have something delivered without the delivery guy getting drenched."

"Great idea," you grin, your smile fading a bit as a thought hits you. "I feel bad you won't get to try the other items you were looking forward to at the Lodge. Maybe we should have lunch there tomorrow before we head back to the city?"

"Why don't we stay one more night?" he asks. "The weather is supposed to be nice tomorrow. Max said we can borrow his boat to explore the lake, then we can have dinner on the rooftop deck at the Lodge tomorrow night."

"That sounds amazing, but we only booked three nights here."

"That was before we bought the place," he grins, laughing along with you as you make a sheepish face.

"I keep forgetting it's our house now. -- It feels like a dream."

"This whole secret honeymoon feels like a dream," he sighs. "Let's stay an extra night before we have to go back to the real world."

"I'd love that," you agree, watching as he stands up and grabs a couple of throws off the sofa before layering them on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"Now that we have that settled," he states. "Let's play a game that I know I can beat you at."

"Football?" you tease.

"Blackjack," he answers, grabbing a deck of cards before plopping down -- criss cross applesauce -- on the plush nest of blankets, gracing you with a smug grin as he shuffles the cards.

"Boy please," you snicker, dropping down opposite him. "I'm gonna beat you at that, too," you boast, sticking your tongue out at him when he laughs at your bravado.

"Let's make it strip blackjack since you're being a cocky little shit," he challenges.

You shrug nonchalantly. "Sure, but you better stoke the fire up so you don't get cold when you're booty butt naked and I'm still dressed."

"You'll be naked first, sweetie," he purrs, giving you a wink as he stands up to throw another log on the fire.

"We'll see."

He drops back down on the pile of blankets and shuffles the cards again while stating the rules. "We'll play through the deck; whoever has the most cards at the end is the winner. We're both wearing five articles of clothing -- shirt, leggings, bra, panties and socks for you -- shirt, t-shirt, sweatpants, undies and socks for me. So we're good to go."

"Sounds good. Deal 'em," you order, watching his sensual hands as he does your bidding, placing one card face down and one face up for each of you. You check your hidden card. "Hit me," you order, smiling at the card you receive. "I'll stand," you continue.

He turns his hidden card over. "Nineteen," he gloats.

"Twenty," you grin as you turn your hidden card face up.

"Lucky ass," he mumbles, rolling his eyes as you rake the cards into a pile with a flourish before setting them beside you. "This is off to an excellent start," you tease, giggling as he deals the next hand.

You eventually win the game, biting your lip and trying not to look too smug when he rips his socks off.

"You wanna deal the next game?" he asks.

"No, I like watching you do it," you admit. "You have sexy hands," you continue, giving him a naughty wink as he shuffles the deck.

He easily wins the next game, and you slowly unbutton your plaid flannel shirt before shrugging it off; you take your bra off before sliding the shirt back on, leaving it open to expose your breasts. You neatly fold your bra and set it to the side, giving him an innocent smile as his eyebrows slide up toward his hairline.

After several more games, he's down to nothing but his undies while you're still wearing your shirt, leggings and panties.

"You're counting cards," he accuses, giving you a look as he shuffles the deck.

"Yep, just like you taught me," you grin with absolutely no remorse. "Why aren't you doing it?"

"I'm trying, but I have a hard time concentrating when your perfect tits are staring me in the face."

"That's too bad," you snicker, trying and failing to look sympathetic.

He narrows his eyes at you. "You took your bra off first on purpose, didn't you?"

"Maybe," you shrug, squealing when he pounces on you and manhandles you back against the blankets, playing cards flying in every direction. "Wait! The game's not over yet," you giggle.

"You win," he growls, pressing a kiss on the sensitive spot just behind your ear.

"But you're not completely naked," you protest weakly, snapping the elastic waist on his undies before turning your head to give him better access as he sucks your earlobe before nipping it lightly.

"I'm about to be," he promises, "and so are you," he continues, giving you a loaded look before parting your lips with his tongue, immediately thrusting it inside when you open up for him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Friday, 10/20/23 (after dinner at the Lake Lodge)

You finish brushing your teeth before clicking off the bathroom light and joining Joe in the bedroom, smiling when you find him sprawled out on the bed wearing only his undies, his clothes and shoes tossed in a heap on the floor.

"I can't believe I ate so much," he groans, rubbing his flat stomach while making a face.

"It was your last cheat day for awhile so don't sweat it," you soothe, sitting on the bed next to him and looking down at his beautiful face, the light from the waxing crescent moon streaming down through the skylight giving him an ethereal glow. He looks like a Renaissance painting, you muse to yourself.

"Well, the food was delish so I guess it was -burp- worth it," he states, belatedly covering his mouth after his gaseous eruption. "Excuse me," he chuckles. "That burp could've been much louder, but I held back."

"And some folks say romance is dead," you laugh, hopping up to get him an antacid tablet from the bathroom before breezing back in.

"Romance will never be dead for us," he states, chewing the chalky tablet before washing it down with the glass of water you hand him. "Thanks," he continues.

"You're welcome." You stretch out beside him and look up at the night sky, giving a wry grin when you spot the Big Dipper.

"We need to build a boathouse," he muses.

"Are we gonna buy a boat?"

"Yeah, eventually. I want to add another dock with a boathouse about thirty yards to the left of the existing dock. It needs to be offset so it won't block our view."

"I guess you enjoyed cruising around in Max's boat today?" you grin.

"Loved it."

"Me too." You smile at the memory.

Y'all spent a few hours cruising around the lake, the air crisp and the sun shining, Joe's curls blowing in the wind and his deep, throaty laugh echoing as he steered you in and out of quaint coves lined with trees lit up with leaves in shades of red, orange and gold. You took several pics of him, almost as many as he took of you. The outfit you picked out for him -- cream colored henley, dark olive jeans & Timbs -- made him look like a walking orgasm, especially with the henley unbuttoned to show off his sexy neck and a hint of chest.

"We got some amazing pics," he says, reading your mind, as usual.

"Yes, we did."

Y'all fall silent for several minutes before he speaks up again.

"I don't know if I should mention this right now, but I had a bad dream last night. I know it was just a dream, but it got me thinking."

"About what?" you ask, sitting up and looking down at him.

"About our 'official' wedding." He sits up and turns to face you, sitting criss cross and dropping his gaze to pick at a thumbnail as he continues. "I just … the thought of saying vows in front of a bunch of people kind of freaks me out."

You nod your head, not at all surprised since he has a tendency to suffer from social anxiety in certain situations. Playing football in front of 70,000 plus people with millions more watching on TV? Piece of cake. Public speaking when all eyes are on him? Not a piece of cake.

You brush a hand through his curls and give him a smile. "You know I'm perfectly fine not having a big wedding."

"I know." He takes both of your hands in his. "But what do you think about a really small wedding? Like just our parents and us?"

"Keep talking," you urge, the excited look on his face telling you he's got much more to say.

"I'm thinking a destination wedding with just the six of us. We'll take a private jet somewhere a little exotic but still fairly close. Not Florida," he deadpans when you raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Maybe somewhere in the Caribbean," he continues. "I like the idea of doing a beach thing, but I don't wanna fly forever to get there."

"I agree," you soothe, giving him an encouraging smile as he forges ahead.

"We can spend a couple days doing touristy things with our folks -- a beach BBQ, sunset cruise, whatever -- then we'll have the wedding ceremony followed by a nice dinner. Afterwards, you and I will go somewhere more private for our 'official' honeymoon while our parents stay behind at the resort."

"You've given this a lot of thought, and it sounds amazing," you grin, loving how excited he seems. "Will we all fly home together?"

"No. Our parents will fly home after a week stay or whatever they decide on. Then you and I will fly home later. Just the two of us." His smile goes from excited to naughty, and you know exactly what he's thinking.

"Will we be joining the Mile High Club on our return flight?" you ask, giggling when he gives you a filthy wink.

"The mind-reading is getting out of hand at this point," he chuckles.

You laugh with him for a bit before responding. "I love everything about your plan, but we'll need to have a party with all of our family and friends when we get back."

"Absolutely," he agrees. "We'll throw a huge party here at the lakehouse sometime between OTAs and training camp. All of the updates -- new boathouse and dock, deck expansion, swimming pool, upgraded landscaping, new kitchen counters, new furniture -- will be finished by then."

"If we host everybody here, they're gonna need a place to stay. Can't have folks getting shitfaced and then trying to drive back to the city."

He shrugs. "I think we should rent out that boutique hotel on the bluff overlooking the lake. It has like 100 rooms, so plenty of space for everyone."

"Ohhhh," you nod, thinking back to the hotel he'd pointed out to you on your earlier cruise around the lake. "The place with that gorgeous tri-level deck?"

"Yeah," he grins. "We should def utilize that deck for something."

"Dinner and dancing," you murmur, immediately getting into the idea. "We can rent out the entire hotel for two nights -- dinner and dancing at the hotel the first night, then we'll host everyone at our place the next day. At the end of the festivities, everyone can crash at the hotel and sleep it off before driving back to the city."

"Sounds like a plan," he states, his huge smile and deep sigh conveying a sense of relief as well as happiness.

You lean forward and press a kiss on his lips. "I can tell you put a lot of thought into this, and I really appreciate it."

He blushes and gives a shrug. "You've mentioned wanting me to make more plans and decisions instead of leaving it all to you. There are a ton of decisions you'll need to make, but I'm glad to help."

"Help?" you chuckle. "You've laid out the entire game plan. All I have to do is flesh out the details which is my fav thing."

"So you're happy?" he asks, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I'm ecstatic." You stretch out on the bed and pull him down beside you, trailing your fingers up and down his bare chest. "We have so much to look forward to."

"We really do," he agrees, covering his mouth to conceal another burp. "But, unfortunately, one thing we don't have to look forward to right now is sex. I ate way too much, and my stomach is churning a little."

"Let me get you another antacid," you offer, hurrying to grab it then watching as he chews it before gulping down another glass of water. "Dinner tonight was pretty rich, and you're not used to that. You'll feel better in the morning."

You stretch back out beside him, several minutes passing before he breaks the silence.

"I never got to see the naughty lingerie you brought."

"I'll surprise you with it one night soon. We have the rest of our lives to enjoy stuff like that."

"We have so much to look forward to," he echoes your earlier words, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck as he pulls you against him.

"We really do," you agree, your mind racing with thoughts and ideas, a smile still gracing your lips as you eventually drop off to sleep.

#joe burrow #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine

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sqsupernova · 1 month

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Sign-Ups are NOW OPEN for Swan Queen Supernova IX: Thank Your Lucky Stars!

It’s time for our ninth (!!!) round of SQSN! Read on to find out how to sign up for another round of writing, creating, editing, cheerleading madness.

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Once again, be sure you read the FAQ and SCHEDULE before signing up, but if you’re all ready to go:

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Sign ups for authors and artists close promptly at midnight, or just after 11:59pm Eastern Time, on Monday, May 6th, so don’t delay. And be sure to spread the word - the more, the merrier where Swan Queen is concerned!

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#Swan Queen #OUaT #Emma Swan #Regina Mills #Swan Queen fanfic #SQSN

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penguin-cafe-barista · 2 months

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My Giddyup the Ninth pony is complete! She has hoof-knives, a black cloak, an 'IX' cutie mark, and of course her signature sunglasses.

Camilla is next.

(Bonus Space Pony and a My Little Boney for you guys, because I love you. )

#tlt fanart #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gideon nav #mlp #my little pony #skeleton #og space lyctors #tlt

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spockandawe · 10 months

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Now. Here's the big project! I made a test notebook for once in my life, but I've never enjoyed making notebooks and I'm always chasing that sweet, sweet dopamine. So the test notebook was like... 90% in parallel with the actual book, just rehearsing each step real quick before I did it on the real thing. And what I did was a fresh binding of 'it's about the bones 👌' by @sunderedstar. I had a typeset file ready to go, I'm in the middle of relistening to the audiobooks, it was perfect! And then I zoned out and accidentally cut a whole cover's worth of leather and not just a spine and the whole project ESCALATED 🤣

First, the k118 binding went beautifully. I really do recommend it. It can be done with an oxford hollow to give you a breakaway spine, but I... didn't do that! I stuck to the old timey examples I've seen where it's a tightbacked style and, yeah, it still opens SO far, it's an absolute doll. The style is characterized by vellum strips on the spine used to attached the cover boards and give them the security and flexibility without added bulk. I got impatient trying to differentiate between PAPER vellum and ANIMAL vellum in search engines and just said screw it and went in with the paper vellum. I still have actual vellum getting shipped to me, but truly, the paper stuff worked amazingly. I'm not sure how durable it is, in terms of years of life, but if feels REAL good now. Also. Finally had a thematic excuse to use this beautiful lacquered paper.

I also remain very proud of my typesetting for this book. Warning that you can glean HtN and NtN spoilers if you read the text closely! But scope out that hand I subbed in for the emoji in the title, that's important.

Because now that I was committed to all this leather. Something I've been procrastinating on for MONTHS is learning how to properly tool leather. I have a set of brass stylus tools that ought to be up my alley! Freehand drawing was my first creative hobby of note! This interest dates back to like, fifth grade, and it was time to GO for it. So. I modified the ninth house skull to have some sick shades, made the IX on the forehead more scrawled and scratchy, and drew a skeleton hand over the art I used for the title page. I printed my lines and traced them through printer paper with unheated tools. This was extremely rad, but I couldn't stop there. The next day, I went back over my lines with heated tools, and the level of crisp was SO delightful. I'm still very new to this, still learning how these tools and the material even handle, but oh man. I am actively antsy to find the next project to do this for, this was SO much fun, I enjoyed it so much, and I love this book to pieces!

#crafts #bookbinding #k118

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neopronouns · 4 months

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flag id: six flags arranged into pairs. in each pair, the left flag has 9 stripes that fan out from left to right across the flag and the right flag has 9 stripes, with the first, fifth, and ninth being much larger than the rest.

the top left flag's stripes are purple, bright blue, yellow-green, light yellow, red-pink, light yellow, yellow-green, bright blue, and purple. the top right flag's stripes are red-pink, light yellow, yellow-green, bright blue, purple, bright blue, yellow-green, light yellow, and red-pink.

the middle left flag's stripes are pink, bright purple, yellow-green, light yellow, sky blue, light yellow, yellow-green, bright purple, and pink. the middle right flag's stripes are sky blue, light yellow, yellow-green, bright purple, pink, bright purple, yellow-green, light yellow, and sky blue.

the bottom left flag's stripes are pink, bright purple, soft blue, very light green, golden yellow, very light green, soft blue, bright purple, and pink. the bottom right flag's stripes are golden yellow, very light green, soft blue, bright purple, pink, bright purple, soft blue, very light green, and golden yellow. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

manixeamgirlperspesque: original | icon-friendly manixeamboyperspesque: original | icon-friendly manixeamperperspesque: original | icon-friendly

manixeamgirlperspesque: wanting manic pixie dream girls to be deeply intertwined with how others perceive you

manixeamboyperspesque: wanting manic pixie dream boys to be deeply intertwined with how others perceive you

manixeamperperspesque: wanting manic pixie dream people to be deeply intertwined with how others perceive you

[pt: manixeamgirlperspesque: wanting manic pixie dream girls to be deeply intertwined with how others perceive you

manixeamboyperspesque: wanting manic pixie dream boys to be deeply intertwined with how others perceive you

manixeamperperspesque: wanting manic pixie dream people to be deeply intertwined with how others perceive you. end pt]

for anon! colors are ones i associated with manic pixie dream girls/boys/people and the terms are ‘mani' from 'manic', 'ix' from 'pixie', 'eam' from 'dream', 'girl'/'boy'/'per' from 'person', + 'perspesque'!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

#manixeamgirlperspesque #manixeamboyperspesque #manixeamperperspesque #perspesque #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai #long post

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lobotomy-maybe-bestie · 1 month

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hello locked tomb fans!

a while ago i did a poll about starting a gideon the ninth book club discord server and a lot of people were very excited about it

SO IT'S HERE NOW!

to avoid bots etc, please dm me for the link!

the concept of the server is essentially to slowly and at your own pace re-read each chapter of gtn and talk about the details one may have missed on their previous read(s).

(taglist under cut)

since so many people asked to be tagged i may have missed some of you. if so i'm rlly sorry. also please note that i'm limiting the server to 100 people for my own sanity. i don't know if we get that far, but if we reach that member count i'll tell you

@songofthenightingale19 @doubleboneswithdoctorskelebone @theblockedtomb @necromycologist @portraitofadeadgirl @satocopter @crippledpastrycryptid @littledoggy-girlcollar @start-anywhere @cottagecore-babe @chilly-weirdo-in-a-tomb @camillarekt @forgetfulfish @ofmoonsandlight @stracciatellino @fuzzyhedgepig @miscellaneousfanblog @umbral-reign @fortruthoversolace @snakes-sn-snails @hikko-g @lesbianjesus-gideonnav @tigerlily1615 @beholdthesword @inatrice @sharperagon @thelockedasshole @the-unlocked-tomb @simpleharmonicocean @sarumans @goblinofthesun @chillingwithasloppystyle @gideon-nav-simp @sleepyspoonie @nav-ix @iamanoccasionaldoodler @nofrigatelikeabook @horizontallygay @halftruthsandhyperbole @whenwillwoodyallendie @roonschild @quietgrrl @talysstan @nervosityperson @nonas-third-tantrum @lastflowerofyourhouse @beyondthetemples-ooc @crossedwithblue @lambentgrey @daydreamsinthemoonlight

#locked tomb #gideon the ninth #gtn book club

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comparativetarot · 1 year

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The Hermit. Art by Jeremy Ennis, from the X-Men Tarot Deck.

The Hermit (IX) embodies the quest for knowledge and enlightenment through self-reflection. The ninth Major Arcana speaks to the power of solitude during this personal journey.

#Jeremy Ennis #X-Men Tarot Deck #The Hermit #Major Arcana #Tarot #X-Men #Nightcrawler #Kurt Wagner

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devotionconsumed · 4 months

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