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kurisus · 4 months

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Noragami: Final Chapter thoughts

For the last time :') I've been making these for roughly half the manga's runtime, both in chapter count and years. Which is wild to think, but anyway, spoilers under the cut. One final time.

I really spent the first half of this chapter with bated breath alternating between being relieved that Hiyori is okay and grew up to be a doctor and everything, and stressed about where Yato was and where her memories were. Then Yato showed up, and I think I burst into tears out of hysterics. They really got me, I thought he was gone.

That aside, it was an excellent chapter. I was right when I said that this would just be an epilogue and the true suffering was over, but god. god. I'm relieved they gave me that open ending and the chapter was mostly good old-fashioned Noragami silliness. With the expected gut punches.

It's probably a good thing that Yuka never got to reunite with her brother, but at least knows that he's resting in peace. That he was given a proper burial by someone who, at the time, barely knew him but wanted to make things right anyway. Great now I'm crying again.

Hiyori's pocket with the little capyper keychain she bought forever ago. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Yato's CPR being so intense it cracked Hiyori's ribs. god he was so desperate to save her. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

HER TOUCHING HER LIPS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Fujisaki getting nostalgic seeing tall grass (as we know from the omake is called kaya) was weirdly touching. Though Father has faded, Kaya is the one that is still remembered. We never got to learn his real name, and while I am still curious about it, I can see the purpose--by not knowing his name, we the readers don't give him a lifeline.

That's not the only fourth wall lean in the final chapter. There was also Yato being able to save himself by becoming a meme, much like how the fandom and Adachitoka have memed on him for years as well.

Back to the chapter, it looks like Father's consciousness had always been lurking alongside Fujisaki's, maybe making him do things from time to time, which is really weird and creepy. Maybe he was dormant until the Yomi arc, but either way he's been doing this to a dozen other guys over the centuries. I'm glad the cycle was broken.

It's hilarious that Fujisaki tries to ask Hiyori out and she's just like haha not interested coo phone be upon ye.

I'm so glad the cherry blossom party has become an annual tradition with even more gods invited to the party. I'm also so glad that Yato refuses to release Kazuma and Bishamon apparently makes it a point to bully him about this whenever she sees him. But also, Kazuma doesn't seem to want to be released. He's just like yeah whatever man I'm glad you saved us. Cheers.

Side note, Kazuma's new glasses look a lot like the ones he was wearing in that 100 years ago flashback of him and Bishamon, around chapter 68 or 69 I think?

So we also get to see the aftermath of what happened to Yukine--he still transforms into a wolf every now and then, because much like how Nora transforms into a snakelike creature whenever she loses control of her emotions, his form is a wolf, and unlike Nora he's always been very emotional. So the nightmares come out and Yato's left with a giant wolf thrashing around in their shared living space lol, but at least his dad is there to hug him :')

WAIT STOP PAUSE EVERYTHING IT LOOKS LIKE THEY SHARE A BED NOW. I JUST COLLAPSED INTO A BALL.

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH

The panel of Yato hugging him made me lose it again. THEY'RE SOOOOOOOO.

So we never did get to find out what happened to Yukine's father--but as I pointed out in the reread I did during December, I don't think it matters. Yukine wasn't going to exact revenge on him anyway because he's not the kind of person to do so.

The page of Nora reading Hiyori's diary also made me so sad. Hiyori's right--she probably did have parents who loved her, but she never got to meet them. One thing I noticed throughout this manga is shinki habitually chasing something relating to their pasts. Yukine craves a good relationship with a father figure, Kazuma is obsessed with Bishamon because he missed out on marrying a girl he loved, Daikoku acts like a dad to every child he meets because he died before having his own kids, and like Yukine, Hiiro craves the parental love she never had. And as Hiyori pointed out, being given a name by Father was like being given life.

Since we didn't get to see what became of her name situation, but Yukine still bears the Hagusa name, she must still have Mizuchi. If her master is gone, can she still draw borderlines? Does she hang around with Yato and Yukine still? Adachitoka didn't say Kofuku DIDN'T name her, so...

The way Hiyori remembered Yato because of his scent had me SOBBING, yall. She didn't forget, but she did solve her problem and it was solved by people, just like they've been saying throughout the manga. But now, they can be together again. Yato was away from her for some years, and maybe he'll leave for several more (it's been a repeated thing in the manga that he'll insist he has to stay away for her own good), but the point is that even if it's been years and years, she'll always remember him. It's open-ended, but that just means it can be my preferred ending of Hiyori not forgetting but choosing to distance herself. She'll meet up with Yato and Yukine every once in a while living her own, separate, fulfilling life. They've been watching over her all these years anyway.

And so, that brings us to the close. It's as happy an ending as we could have possibly gotten, and above all else, I'm relieved. I've been saying for...years, probably, that I want an open ending, but I really thought it was off the table with recent events.

Final hangups are the same as they were in my final reread (tagged under #Noragami reread on my blog), so I won't repeat them, but the bottom line is that I got everything I wanted out of this ending--except maybe a trio hug? But that interior illustration of the four of them, all smiling and happy, Yato's arm around his sister, made up for that. I kind of wish there was a Yatori kiss for real, but the panel of her touching her lips also assuaged that.

Anyway, I'm not sure what other manga would/will make me unhinged enough to type up monthly thoughts posts for years, but I'll be tuned in to whatever new Adachitoka has coming up. Whether it's a full series, a short series, or just a oneshot, I'll be reading every word. I'm also looking forward to getting the final volume once it releases here, and praying for an artbook announcement.

Thank you for reading! I have some posts to make, some projects to plan, and I'll be diving into the tag once more for old times' sake. This won't be the last of me!

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Steve was screaming as Nancy pointed the gun at him. Her finger was on the trigger. BANG! It went off, the bullet hitting him directly in the heart.

"You shot me," Steve said.

Blood poured out of the hole in his chest. He collapsed on the ground. He gasped for breath as the lights flickered all around them.

"Like we're in love?" Steve asked. "You don't love me?"

He went still as the life blinked out of him. His beautiful hazel eyes turned into blue gray, the color of a corpse. The demogorgon came lurking out from the darkness of the hallway and sniffed the air. It grabbed Steve around the ankles and started pulling him into the darkness. Steve’s dead eyes stared at her the entire time, they were weeping. Suddenly, Jonathan pulled her into his arms.

"It's okay, Nancy," Jonathan said. "Forget about him."

And then his face opened up.

Nancy stared at Jonathan as she waited for something to happen, for him to say something or for his face to open up. It's been a week since she visited Steve at Starcourt and a few days since she had that horrible nightmare. Now, she was sitting on Jonathan's bed, ending their relationship.

"Did I do something or say something?" Jonathan asked.

"What? No!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Then what's changed?" Jonathan asked.

"I have or well, not really," Nancy said. "I think I just let things in that I've been keeping locked up because of my guilt."

"Like what?" Jonathan asked.

"Like the fact that I'm still in love with Steve," Nancy said.

She hated the way he looked like he got punched.

"Why?" Jonathan asked. "Why Steve?"

"Because he's wonderful, kind, and so funny. It doesn't matter how many times he gets the short end of the stick. No matter how many times he gets screwed he doesn't expect anything in return. He loves those kids, one of them your own brother, like they were his own siblings. And despite what we did to him, despite it all, he still loves me, and he's willing to take whatever he can get. I think if I asked him to be, he would even be friends with you, which is more than what you were ever willing to do," Nancy said.

"I have a right to not want to be friends with someone," Jonathan said.

"Yes, and I have a right to not like it," Nancy said. "We both want different things. I know we don't want to admit it but I think we've always each had one foot in this relationship ever since it started."

Jonathan stared at her as if he wanted to argue with her. He sighed and flopped down next to her.

"Yeah, I think you're right. I think a part of me always felt a little weird with how we started," Jonathan said and paused. "I think it's why I always felt a little guilty whenever I even thought about being friends with Steve. It's easier to run away from it guess."

"That I understand," Nancy said.

"Is it bad that I feel a little relieved?" He asked.

"No, I feel it too. Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe it means we can go back to what we were always meant to be: friends," Nancy said.

"I'd like that," he said.

"Me too."

After breaking up with Jonathan, she decided to stop by Scoops Ahoy. She needed to see Steve and tell him about the latest development. She mostly just wanted to talk about it and she felt like he should be the first to know. He needed to be given a choice. Of course, she wanted to do things differently and not jump into it right away but he needed to know that the minute that she was ready, Steve would the guy for her. But maybe him doing everything for her is something he's always done so it really isn't anything different. Maybe she should ask him what he wants first and then if he's on the same page, they take their time.

Nancy smoothed her yellow dress down. He always loved the color yellow, especially on Nancy. She held her head high even with the thought that he could possibly reject her. It's probably what she deserves. When she walked into Scoops Ahoy, she didn't expect to see Steve leaning against the counter, talking to Eddie Munson. No, not just talking but flirting. Huh. It looked like Eddie was flirting back. Nancy wasn't as jealous as she thought she would be, not like she had been with Robin. No, the sight of Eddie and Steve so close. . .they looked good together. Huh, that was weird. Before she could question it further, Steve’s eyes landed on her, and somehow, he looked even happier.

"Hey, Steve," Nancy said, suddenly shy.

"Hey, Nance, are you here for business or pleasure?" Steve grinned.

"Can it be both?" She said coyly.

"Absolutely," Steve said.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you two were, uh. . . ," Eddie started to say.

"Oh, no, we're not together. She's dating Jonathan Byers," Steve said.

"Actually, we broke up," Nancy said.

"Really?!" Steve exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically, and he coughed. "I mean, really? Man, that sucks."

"Don't strain yourself trying to hide all that disappointment, man," Eddie said with a grin, and Nancy laughed.

She always had been a little curious about Eddie Munson, especially when he started making speeches in the cafeteria. He always seemed sort of charismatic to her and kind with a mean streak to match. He never seemed like a freak that everyone says he was. She always thought it was unfair that they called him that. They didn't even know him. Hell, she didn't know him, and she didn't think he was a freak. He was just a guy. Funny too, it seems.

"That's actually what I came here to - ," Nancy started to say but was cut off by someone banging loudly in the back.

"That would be the inventory shipment. They did have to come today, of course with Robin being sick and all. Sorry, guys, I have to close for lunch since I need to get this stuff put away before they melt," Steve sighed.

"Well, I've got two hands. I could help," Eddie said.

"Me too," Nancy said.

"Everyone wants to be like Eddie," the metalhead cackled.

"Does Eddie usually talk about himself in the third person?" Nancy asked.

"Eddie does not," he said and Nancy laughed.

"I'm not sure that's allowed," Steve said.

"I don't think it's illegal to talk about yourself in the third person," Eddie frowned and Nancy laughed again.

"No, I mean letting you guys help," Steve sighed.

"Who says anyone has to find out?" Eddie asked, grinning wickedly as he leaned into Steve’s space.

Nancy watched in amusement as Steve’s cheeks turned pink.

"Fine. It's not like the new delivery guys are going to help. I'm not entirely sure they speak English," Steve said. "But I can't pay you, not even in free ice cream."

"Well, it's a good thing I didn't come for free ice cream," Nancy grinned and Eddie laughed.

He led them into the backroom, where he opened up a door that led to a large hallway. A stony faced man stood outside, looking rather annoyed at having to wait. He held out the clipboard and tapped on it. Steve sighed and signed. As soon as he was done, the guy stomped off, leaving the deliveries in the hallway. He propped the door open with a chair, and with the help of the others, he started to haul them inside.

"My God, Wheeler, you're freakishly strong," Eddie said.

"I know. She once picked me up. . . It was great," Steve grinned.

"He also like being the little spoon," Nancy said.

"Nancy!" Steve exclaimed.

"Hey, man, nothing wrong with that. I do too, by the way," Eddie grinned.

Once the boxes were inside the room, Nancy grinned at Eddie's back. She thought about Steve and how he used to twirl her around. She snuck up behind Eddie, wrapped her arms around him, picked him up, and twirled him around. He let out a shriek, clutching his stomach.

"Nancy, you stole my move!" Steve mockingly scolded and she laughed.

Eddie stared at her, his eyes narrowed, as his face turned red by the minute.

"Well, I never!" Eddie exclaimed, looking appalled.

"Man, you look so flustered," Steve laughed.

"No, I think it's just something that I ate man," Eddie said. "My stomach feels a little weird."

"Yeah, butterflies," Steve scoffed.

"I would NEVER eat butterflies. That is sick," Eddie said, looking offended while Nancy giggled into her hand.

"No, it's - ," Steve said started to say.

"Just let it go, Steve," Nancy said in amusement.

Steve opened the walk-in freezer door and started kicking at it until it stayed open. They soon started bringing in the ice cream, Eddie singing about a magic dragon named Puff as he worked. Steve was finishing up putting the last of the ice cream on the shelves when Nancy saw Eddie bending down to look at something near the door.

"You've got something wedged under here. . .I'll get it," Eddie said.

Steve finished just in time to catch Eddie.

"Eddie! No!"

Eddie yanked the object out and held it in the air triumphantly. The freezer door slammed shut.

"What just happened?" Nancy asked.

"Eddie locked us in here," Steve said. "There's no handle on the inside of the freezer. That's why I use a pipe to prop it open," Steve sighed.

"Sometimes I really hate being an idiot," Eddie sighed. "On the bright side, all the ice cream is inside, so it won't melt now."

"Yeah, neither will we," Steve scoffed.

Suddenly, Nancy burst into laughter. Steve and Eddie looked at her in concern.

"Is she okay?" Eddie asked.

"I'm not sure," Steve frowned.

"After everything that we've been through, it's going to be accidentally locked in a freezer by Eddie Munson that does us in," Nancy laughed.

Suddenly, Steve started laughing as well, and Nancy leaned against Steve, her head against his shoulder.

"Okay, you guys have both lost it. I think the cold has already gotten to you," Eddie said. "Do you think that delivery guy will come back?"

"Probably not," Steve said.

"Damn," Eddie said.

They slid to the ground, curled up next to each other. They were already shivering. Eddie rolled his eyes. He took off his vest and jacket before sliding beside them. He pulled them in and tried to spread the material as much as possible. It was Nancy who worked it out by pulling herself into Steve’s lap and had Steve scooch closer to Eddie. Nancy shoved her hands underneath Steve’s shirt causing him to yelp.

"Sorry," Nancy said.

"It's fine," Steve said.

"You stopped waxing your chest," Nancy said. "It's nice."

"Probably once he quit the swim team," Eddie said.

"You noticed when I quit the swim team?" Steve asked.

". . .No," Eddie said quickly. "Let's just say I had to make sure of something."

"What does that mean?" Steve asked.

Nancy looked at Eddie, smiling and wondering if he was anything like Steve.

"I always thought that I just liked girls for the longest time, but it wasn't until I saw you that I figured out that I also liked men," Eddie said. "To make sure that I still liked women, I busted out one of my regular magazines, and well, you know. Of course, I wasn't sure how I was going to test out my theory. I didn't have access to one of those magazines, and lurking in the locker rooms seemed like a good way to get my ass kicked, so I started going to the swim meets. Just like when we bumped into each other in the hallway, it was like music started playing in my head when you walked out in that speedo. I thought my head was going to explode, that and. . .something else. So, yeah, I like both."

"Do I still make your head explode?" Steve asked.

"Please, not anymore. . . I'm cold as ice," Eddie said grinning.

"Very funny," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "Just so, you know, I like both too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"That's - "

"Do not say that's cool! No more cold jokes," Nancy scolded.

"That's really great, man," Eddie said, smiling at him softly. "Thanks for telling me."

"And Nancy," Steve said, and Nancy looked sheepishly at him. "What?"

"Don't get mad at me, but I kind of already guessed," Nancy shrugged, and Eddie laughed.

"I'm not mad," Steve laughed. "How?"

"Tom Cruise," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I was kind of obvious," Steve blushed. "Why didn't you say anything at the time?"

"Because I wasn't sure if you were aware of it or not, and I didn't want to push you," Nancy said.

"And you don't have a problem with it?" Steve said.

"You and me both having the same celebrity crush?" Nancy asked with an affectionate grin. "Nah."

The three of them giggled, the coldness seeping deeper in as they did so. They snuggled together even closer.

"So, did you keep going to my swim meets even after?" Steve asked Eddie.

"How do you think that I noticed you quit? You were really good," Eddie said.

"Well, I'm glad someone was rooting for me," Steve said. "My parents never showed up to any of my games and stuff."

"Damn, that blows. Yeah, my dad was the same way. It was always my Uncle Wayne who was always there for me. It took me a while to realize he's always been the dad to me that I've always wanted," Eddie said.

"The kids that I babysit for, a couple of their parents are starting to feel that way for me," Steve said with a smile.

Nancy smiled, glad to know that Steve didn't feel totally alone. They fell into a momentary silence. Nancy stared at Eddie curiously.

"Not that I mind, but out of curiosity, why did you tell us?" Nancy asked. "I mean, you barely know us, right? At least, I barely know you. I'm not sure about you and Steve."

"He came in right before you did so, yeah, we barely know each other," Steve said.

"Because. . .I think we're going to die here," Eddie paused, his bottom lip trembling. "And it's all my fault."

Nancy sucked in a breath, and she thought back to her dream.

"I almost shot Steve," Nancy admitted.

Steve’s eyes widened, staring at her as well as Eddie. Steve shook his head at her.

"Come again?" Eddie asked.

"I almost shot Steve. It was a while ago when Will Byers went missing. Everyone was on edge, and there was a monster. Let's just leave it at that. Steve came over to the Byers' house to apologize for something shitty he said that day. Honestly, with what was going on, it really didn't matter oncr you put it all in perspective. I wanted him to leave, to get somewhere safe. So I pointed the gun at him with my finger on the trigger. I didn't even realize that my finger was on the trigger. I just wanted to scare him into leaving. He left, but then he came back even with the monster, even knowing that I could have killed him," Nancy said. "He came back for me."

"Damn," Eddie whispered.

"It wasn't my intention to almost kill Steve, just like it wasn't your intention to trap us in here. Someone is going to come for us. We're going to get out," Nancy said as she snuggled into Steve and Eddie.

They went quiet again for a little while. Nancy and Steve went still as the bulb above them started to flicker.

"Hey, guys, I'm getting a little sleepy here. That's a bad sign, right?" Eddie asked. "I can't believe that I'm going to die without having kissed a boy yet."

"Do you want to?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said.

Steve shifted them around until he was face to face with Eddie, Nancy only inches away herself. Steve moved forward and pressed his lips to Eddie's while Nancy looked on with wide eyes. She couldn't help but think about how beautiful they looked. It was quick but sweet at the same time. Steve pulled back, and they settled against Eddie again.

"Now, you have," Steve said.

They fell into silence again until Eddie let out a whimper as he shivered.

"I don't want to die. I don't want to leave Wayne all alone," Eddie whispered softly. "I'm sorry."

Their eyes slid shut, and Nancy could feel herself slowly falling asleep. Suddenly, she could hear voices outside the door. She heard it open, and then she felt her body being dragged out the door. She saw Eddie and Steve being dragged out as well. When Nancy woke up, her head was in someone's lap, and she had a nice warm blanket over her. She was looking up into the kind face of Joyce Byers. Chief Hopper was leaning over her as well.

"Hey, I need to know who the asshole is that locked you in that freezer," Hopper said softly.

Nancy burst into a fit of giggles. She knew it was slightly serious but she couldn't help it. It was just so funny.

"I think she's still out of it," Joyce said.

"It's me, I'm the asshole," Eddie muttered weakly.

"What?" Hopper asked.

"I'm the asshole who stupidly pulled the pipe from underneath the door and who didn't know that there wasn't a handle on the inside," Eddie said. "Why wouldn't there be a handle on the inside?"

"So, the ice cream wouldn't escape," Steve said seriously.

The three of them burst into laughter while Hopper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This would have been the dumbest way for you kids to die. Do you realize that?" Hopper asked.

"The dumbest!" The three of them exclaimed before laughing again.

Maybe it was the euphoria from surviving, or maybe it was being in close proximity with these two, but Nancy couldn't stop laughing. When she finally did, she looked up at Joyce.

"How did you guys find us?" She asked.

"El," Hopper explained.

"That means nothing to me," Eddie said.

"And it isn't going to," Hopper replied.

"Fine," he said. "I didn't want to know anyway."

The three of them were soon left alone with steaming mugs of hot coffee.

"We should do this again," Nancy said.

"Almost die together?" Eddie asked.

"No, I mean, hang out," she said.

"Is that what you call hanging out?" He asked incredulously.

"Well, actually - " Steve started to say.

"You almost died with people you barely knew. I know I'm interested in getting to know you," Nancy said.

"Me too," Steve grinned.

"I almost killed all three of us because of my own stupidity, and you want to spend more time with me?" Eddie asked.

"Yes!"

"I am curious to know why the two of you have a death wish," Eddie said. "Fine. Let's hang. Name the time and place."

Nancy and Steve shared a look. Her stomach fluttered with excitement. This was going to be interesting.

Chapter Three

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wendingways · 10 months

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Wendingways' Star Wars fic recs

The vast majority of these are fix-its. Some are time travel/time loop. Most revolve around PT, TCW, and OT characters. A lot are also gen, as it turns out.

The order of the list has nothing to do with how much I enjoyed each fic, because I've enjoyed them all in different ways, for different reasons! Fics that seem to be really popular have been placed toward the bottom of each section, because I'm guessing they already appear on a lot of other rec lists. Aside from that, the order is pretty much random.

*Chapter and word counts may not be up to date. I try to go through once in a while to update the details for WIPS, but it's a lot to keep track of!

Complete multichapter fics

Finding Obi-Wan; T, 86.9k. Obi-Wan, having disappeared from the Jedi Temple, wakes up with no idea who he is or what the Force is and gets pulled into all manner of messes (yes, Hondo gets involved, of course he does), while Anakin refuses to believe he's dead and struggles to find him.

Blood and Copper Oxide; T, 36.3k. "Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader crash land on a planet that shouldn't have existed. Luke can't escape Vader and survive the planet at the same time. Darth Vader can't capture Luke and fight off the innumerable threats the planet sends his way. They might have to work together instead." Very cool story!

The Skywalker Secret; T, 39.8k. Anakin time travels back to the Clone Wars following Endor. The story is told mostly through the eyes of perplexed observers, and has an excellent ending; it's very satisfying and lovely!

Lunches at Anakin's; T, 93.1k. After Endor, thanks to the Force's meddling, Anakin finds himself alive but stuck on Tatooine, where he ends up reluctantly mentoring a Force-sensitive girl. (Technically complete, but part of a series which is not complete.)

(Tooka)Cat Scratch Fever; not rated, 17.7k. Luke adopts a tooka which turns out to be his father, under a curse by Sidious. (I would probably rate this one as T.)

In the Tall Grass; T, 18.5k. "After a failed order 66, in which many Jedi still died but the Sith were defeated, an exiled warrior and a boy wander a distant planet and attempt to get along." This one is so cool, it has such a fairytale feel to it! And there's a sequel!

Shadows of the Future; K+, 129.3k. Obi-Wan dies on Mustafar and is sent back to TPM, where he bonds with Anakin and begins to change the future for the better.

Gut Feeling; T, 7.5k. Amusing little multichapter wherein Piett is assigned a new aide who goes by the name of Lucas Starkiller (who is clearly not Luke Skywalker, definitely not), and from there becomes embroiled in treason.

May Death Find You Alive; T, 11.0k. Anakin gets stuck in a time loop where Obi-Wan keeps dying.

Empire Reimagined; series, T, 341.7k. A saga of Luke, Vader/Anakin, Piett, Veers, and Leia covering from ESB-era to post-ROTJ. Epic friendships abound! (Series not marked complete, but the last completed fic doesn't leave you hanging.)

Mirjahaal; T, 132.8k. Another lovely Wishful fic in the spirit of Empire Reimagined, involving favorite characters and somebody else who's a surprise!

The Exiled; T, 20.1k. "Leia has tried everything to help her baby son. She has turned to every expert on the Force she knows-- all but one. (Ben and Grandpa go camping)" (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

Cloudy Symbols of High Romance; G, 22.1k. This one's a bit of a relict! Posted pre-AOTC, way back in 2001, it's a cool take on how Anakin and Padmé's AOTC-era reunion happened, and omg, it's so much better than AOTC. It's actually cute, and you can see why they like each other, and man does it make the knowledge of what's coming so much the worse.

Kintsugi; T, 16.7k. Quietly tragic, even though nobody dies and it's broadly a fix-it. Not a comfy fic, but one which is well done.

What Lurks in the Dark; T, 155.4k. "A simple mission to check out an abandoned weapons factory turns into a dangerous fight for survival. Trust is broken, loyalties will be tested, and dark secrets are brought to light. Because sooner or later, the truth always comes out."

The Beauty in the Beast; T, 46.1k. "When the Force decides it's had enough of Darth Vader and wants Anakin Skywalker back, it dumps his long-lost teenage son on his doorstep with an ultimatum: unless Vader renounces the Sith and turns back to the Light within three months, Luke will die."

Sibling Revelry; T, 24.9k. "After Bespin and before Endor, Darth Vader is shocked to discover that Luke and Leia are twins. Especially since Imperial Intelligence just told him that Organa and Skywalker are, erm, a tad closer than previously suspected..." A hilarious comedy of misunderstandings!

The Sith Who Brought Life Day; G, 13.3k. A rather entertaining take on how Vader found out who blew up the Death Star.

This Life of Ours; T, 53.9k. "On the run from the empire and the remaining Jedi alike, Vader must come to terms with his past and his future, all the while learning to care for the boy that is his only connection to his life as Anakin Skywalker." (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

Teach the Padawan. Save the Galaxy.; series, T, 387.4k. 4 books complete, but the series itself is not complete. Ben Kenobi goes back in time and becomes Obi-Wan's master instead of Qui-Gon.

Legacy; G, 175.5k. Post-ROTJ Luke and Leia time travel to the Clone Wars.

there but for the grace of god; T, 49.2k. Young Luke winds up time traveling to the Clone Wars, where he causes both confusion and conversations that will lead to a brighter future for the TCW crew and the galaxy in general.

Precipice; M, 231.7k. "An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall." Padmé and Anakin each raise a twin and work to bring Palpatine down.

Don't Look Back; M, series, 533.7k. 2 books complete, 1 in progress. Leia gets sent back to AOTC-era, and omg is she a force to be reckoned with! Very detailed, very political series.

Oneshots

Negative Static Stability; G, 8.1k. Vader and Leia meet when Leia is 5; lessons on the workings of ships ensue, along with some good old Artoo scheming. Adorable!

Palpatine's Greatest Hits II: Imperial Boogaloo; T, 1.3k. Just Palpatine being salty. It's very fun! "Fortress Dramaticus" has got to be one of my favorite bits, coupled with Palpatine's ongoing disgust at its lack of shields and certain people's inability to learn certain lessons. And his disgust at Vader's Kenobi obsession. Okay, the whole thing is great. Go read it!

Dust to Dust; T, 4.7k. "Darth Vader goes back in time. The Galaxy is saved; he is not."

Puppet Kings; series, T-M, 18.8k. Really nicely done, dark oneshot trilogy (complete) about Luke, Vader, & Co. I'm not usually one for horror and tragedy, but I read the first fic in the series and didn't want to stop!

Amelioration; T, 8.2k. "A recently liberated Vader attempts to ameliorate the future by changing the past." A different sort of angle, and an interesting fic!

The Horrendous Space Kablooie; T, 6.2k. "9 year old Anakin wakes up on the Executor. Chaos ensues." Well worth reading! Can't say more because I don't want to spoil anything.

The Agony of Tarkin; G, 4.8k. "An extra in the Imperial Opera Company discovers he has been assigned the role of Darth Vader in its upcoming production of The Agony of Tarkin." Another hilarious fic in the vein of The Sith Who Brought Life Day and Accountant Non-Heroes of the Republic.

Accountant Non-Heroes of the Republic; G, 7.0k. "Palpatine makes a choice to hide his fiscal manoeuvres in the Financial Department. The Financial Department takes advantage of this lack of transparency to do whatever they want. This saved the Republic." It's always fun to watch Palpatine shoot himself in the foot, and all the better when it comes completely out of left field.

Out of Step; T, 4.9k. Nice little oneshot with post OT-era Obi-Wan and Anakin stuck into their TPM-era selves.

FIVE HUNDRED AND ONE THING THE MEMBERS OF THE 501ST LEGION OF THE GRAND ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO; T, 4.9k. A hilarious list composed by General Kenobi. I laugh myself silly every time I read this. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

501 MORE THINGS THE 501ST ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO; T, 3.4k. A sequel to the 501st list fic, also very funny, although it only has about 250 entries, not 501. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.) Listed with oneshots because the extant 250 entries can be read as a complete list.

Where Have We Come?; T, 2.0k. "The first time was one of the hardest and the easiest. Obi-Wan loses at Mustafar, but instead of dying he wakes up at the dawn of the last day of the republic, doomed to repeat the worst day of his life, over and over again." Time loop!

you drew stars around my scars (but now i'm bleeding); not rated, 1.1k. Post-Twilight of the Apprentice, Ahsoka and Anakin. I'd rate G or T. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

still dancing with your ghosts (sleeping with your memories); M, 1.1k. "Everyone knows about the Massacre, and how no Jedi made it out alive. The Jedi refuse to let anyone forget." I do not cry easily at fics. This one made me cry.

The Trick is to Keep Breathing; T, 3.5k. "She's older now, and so is he. Far older now. She wonders: will he have lost any power with his age? Will he be shorter, weaker? An old man on a ventilator? It's hard to imagine that he won't still be dangerous. But then, that's exactly what she's counting on."

Tuning up your TIE-Fighter to prove you’re better than the bastard currently running the TIE-Fighter Program for fun and profit; G, 7.1K. "As a rule, Vader didn't really do anything with his social media account, but then the rant of some kid from Tatooine about the inefficiency of TIE Fighters began trending, the pilots and engineers on the Devastator started fixing their ships and Vader got invested."

Multichapter fics that are incomplete but still appear to be alive as of now

Turning Point; T, 9.8k. After Vader dies on the second Death Star, he's sent back in time to the year 69 BBY, on Naboo, where he picks up an unfortunate barnacle in the person of the teenage Sheev Palpatine. Quite entertaining, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

The Good He Seeks; T, 70.1k. "After killing the Emperor, Darth Vader agreed to serve the fledgling New Republic and destroy the last true-believers of the Empire he had once helped create. But he's living on borrowed time." Though I do enjoy pure fix-its, there's just something that really gets me about fics that are fix-it-ish, but life is messy, the characters are messy, there are no easy answers or perfect solutions, and every positive development really feels earned. So far, this is one of those fics, and I'm loving it!

The Galaxy Revolves at a Million Miles a Day (Around Me); T, 40.7k. After dying on Executor during the battle of Endor, Piett finds himself trapped in a time loop which he must break. I'm a sucker for time loops, and this is such a good one!

The Sleepover to Restore the Republic; T, 56.1k. This many Skywalkers, clones, and associated friends, relatives, and coworkers were never intended to be thrown together, and when they are, boy oh boy. Gloriously chaotic and funny. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

Nameless, on the Edge of Nowhere; M, 100.7k. Vader survives ROTJ, but both he and Luke made it out of the second Death Star via random hyperspace jumps in separate ships. After getting by for a time, the not-fully-Sith-but-not-fully-redeemed Vader ends up with the Rebellion, where Leia becomes his handler. Slow build, and a really rewarding read thus far! (Also, I love the OCs in this one; they all feel very natural and vivid, and like people in their own right.)

Multichapter fics/series for those okay with living on the edge (inconsistent updates, long hiatus, or abandoned)

Headaches; T, 31.2K. "When Luke overhears his aunt and uncle arguing, he follows old Ben to Daiyu. Skywalker shenanigans ensues." Oh my goodness, the pure child chaos that is in this fic, it's an excellent time. Hasn't updated in almost a year, but what's there is so good!

Balance on the knife edge; T, 136.6k. After dying on Malachor, Ahsoka time travels back to Mortis, during the Clone Wars.

The Thunder Answered Back; M, 13.1k. "Count Dooku survives his duel with Anakin Skywalker only to wake up as a captive in the Jedi Temple on the evening of Order 66 and the siege. Betrayed, maimed, and surrounded by slaughter on every side, he must choose his path forward - and choose it quickly. RotS AU." Featuring Jocasta Nu.

Synchronous; G, 67.9k. "It's the usual time-entangling fiasco: 'Find the disturbance. Rectify the wrong. Fix the anomaly. Bring balance to the past so the Force may be balanced in the future.' There is a slight miscalculation, however, and Luke Skywalker finds himself in the Clone Wars while having to masquerade in the body of his late father Anakin Skywalker. Leia and Han aren't so helpful either."

In the Midst of Darkness Lays a Sleeping Light; T, 26.0k. Series, wherein Palpatine turns Vader into a dragon. (It goes great for both of them. Totally.) Angsty and enjoyable, and an interesting exploration of dehumanization/rehumanization.

To Set Up a Sith; T, 35.2k. "Teenage Luke tries to help his unwitting Sith father make a friend, with a little help from his ghost mom and the Force." Interesting story with fun and sweet bits, and I'm super curious about how it will turn out if it's ever finished!

like a lazy ocean hugs the shore; T, 10.7k. After Vader kills him, Fox gets stuck in a time loop around the time when Fives is killed.

Living Every Day; T, 82.9k. "When Satine Kryze survives her encounter with Darth Maul, it changes the galaxy. But even more than that, it changes the lives of Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Skywalker family."

Dancing with Ghosts in Your Garden; T, 979.3k. Star Wars PT and TCW characters, but in a Hogwarts setting. It works surprisingly well! There's a little more teenage romance than is my personal preference, but it's a cool AU and quite long if you're looking for a fun, imaginative fic to absolutely bury yourself in for a while. (And it looks like Ahsoka might finally be entering during the next year of the fic!!)

What We've Become; T, 82.0K. "Darth Vader and Ahsoka’s fight on Malachor takes a different path, and Ahsoka actually is able to save her master. Or rather, she’s able to convince him to save himself. Diverges from canon in the last few minutes of Twilight of the Apprentice and goes increasingly AU from there."

better late than never; G, 41.4k. Ahsoka wins at Malachor, Vader redemption fic.

Madhouse Promenade; T, 13.0k. "In a bid to save his new apprentice's life, Darth Sidious siphoned the life force from Padmé Amidala, ultimately killing her. Ten years later, after finding out the truth, Darth Vader finds himself haunted by her ghost, and Padmé finds herself face-to-face with what her husband has become."

Hard Reset; T, 33.4k. "Anakin Skywalker wakes up to his worst nightmare, and he doesn't even know all of it yet." Aka Vader gets amnesia, and Anakin is confused about everything. (Visible to registered AO3 users only.)

The Ghosts on Coruscant; T, 143.6k. After surviving Mustafar and living as a rebel for eight years, Padmé is captured by the Empire, and Vader finds out.

Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns; T, 616.6k. ST-era Leia time travels back to ANH.

Old Man Luke; M, 109.4. ST-era Luke and Leia time travel to the Clone Wars.

Comics (all wips)

Dark Chasm; T, 21 chapters. "On Bespin, the truth is revealed, and Vader bids for Luke to join him. Luke looks down into the dark chasm and makes a choice."

Imperial Babysitters; T, 17 chapters. Cute comic/art series with Luke being raised by Vader, Piett, and Veers.

Our New Hope; T, 57 chapters. "After Ahsoka Tano discovers 12-year-old Luke Skywalker on Tatooine, she takes him under her wing and around the Galaxy. Meanwhile, Darth Vader has found Bail Organa's force-sensitive daughter and has started training her as a Junior Inquisitor. A chance encounter between the twins brings their worlds together."

The Tinies; G, 76 chapters. Cute comic with Vader and Padmé raising Luke and Leia.

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peepeecotelette · 1 year

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Center of Attention

A/N: Got this idea from watching Narcos, was too good not to share. Keep in mind, English isn't my first language. I'll try my best to sort out all of the grammar mistakes.

All the credits go to the creator of this used gif.

Please don't post or repost my writings on any other platform without credited. I trust y'all.

SUMMARY: You work at the DEA. Inexperienced , naive, young and beautiful. All roads to Escobar lead to a dead end, until you come with a plan that would question your coworkers their point of view about you. Especially question Javier his sanity and his true feelings about you.

GENRE: Mixture of a lil bit of fluff and loads of angst.

TW: Mention of sexual acts, abuse, rape.

WORD COUNT: 1K. (It's my first one so bare with me lmfao)

“It's a bad plan, I'm telling you.” Javier snorted while taking a deep puff from one of the cigarettes he lost count of inhaling for the past fifteen minutes.

“Well Peña it's the only plan we've got, so suck it up.” Murphy huffed, his eyes scanning the bar in front of him. “Why so stressed about it? it's not like you’re fucking her or anything right?” Murphy asked raising a brow as he glared at his partner “Right?” Repeating the last part of his previous question.

“No.” Javier quitely answered with an aching heart as if he wished it to be different.

Wished? Wanted.

The man was hopelessly in love with you.

The way you would walk into the office with a bright smile, greeting everyone and everything as Escobar found a way to escape yet again. The moments you outsmarted not only him but the whole ass team with the connections you made throughout the case, bringing them closer to the culprit. Hell the way you would say his name in a high pitched tone as he would roughly nudge you out of his way.

Peña lost count of the moments he wanted to confess to you when it was just the two of you together. But he couldn't. You were so delicate en innocent, it was like you were written by the gods above. Javier didn't even dare thinking about destroying that with a reputation like his.

“Wow.” Javier snapped back to reality with the words of his partner as he followed the trail of his partners eyes, meeting your gaze.

God you were gorgeous, you were-

Practically naked?!

“What. The. Fuck. Is. That?” Javier narrowed his eyes at the sight of whatever the fuck you were wearing.

“A dress.” You honestly answer “You like it?”

“Don't tell my wife I told you this but you look hot.” Murphy looked at you in awe, respectfully though.

Javier at the other hand, looked at you as if he wanted to shred that dress of yours in pieces. Not sexually (which he wished it was) but in a concerned mostly protective way.

He snapped back to the scene as you tried to make your way to the bar, rappidly grabbing your wrist in distress to stop you from taking any further actions “You can't.” He gave you a sternly look “I'm not letting you cariño.” His tone softened as you met with his big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, whatever telenovela this is... can we please skip this part and get down to catching the drug baron part?” Steve sighed.

“Ye-.”

“No.” Your answer got cut off by the man in front of you, still holding your wrist. “This isn't safe.” Javier starts, his eyes lurking at the bar in front of him “They aren't just men, they are beasts... maniacs. You're no more than a piece of meat to them. They will rape, torture, abuse and kill you before you even get the chance to ask questions.” The harsh words of the agent made you shiver and rethink the choice you were about to make “It's not worth it..” Javier his grip around your wrist loosened “You're not worth it.”

You gulp as you and Javier made eye contact for a split second, what felt for hours as you could feel your heart jump right out of your chest.

“I have to.” You removed yourself out of Javier his grip “I'll be fine.” You reassured yourself, as the two agents in front of you started to question this whole operation themselves after Javier's words. “I promise, please just let me do this for once.” You pleaded looking back and forth in between your partners “Please.” You turn to Javier.

“You know what, let's just get drinks and forget about this whole thing.” Steve stated, fumbling with his belt “I'll tell the chief they weren't attracted to you or sum.”

“You what?” You scoffed, as you eyed Javier who couldn't help but smirk at your offended response.

But his smirk faded with the sight of the faded sparkle in your eyes. He knew you wanted this, he knew how excited you were to lead your own mission and proudly show off the information you got at the office full of stubborn sexist men.

He was torn, in putting his own desires before yours and vice versa.

What seemed like forever but only took a split second, Javier stopped the intrusive thoughts he had about you and chose for putting your needs first.

Which meant you in a bar full of wasted, violent, sex deprived gang members. Just the thought of it made him sick to his stomach but he knew he was the only one holding you back at this exact moment.

He knew he had all the power, turning this whole event in one where you would end up at his apartment on all fours getting your brains fucked out.

Javier firmly grabbed your arm pulling you closer to him as he started to put small devices on you for them to eavesdrop the conversations between you and those men, correction beasts.

“Jav-.” You were taken aback by his sudden gestures, not resisting as you loved the sensation you got from Javier's body touching yours.

“You keep your distance.” Javier huffed, trying his best not to look at you because he knew once he would lock with your eyes it would be over “If you feel uncomfortable... the slightest.” He points at a small red button on the device he put on you “If anyone tries to touch, harm or even look at you the wrong way.” He sternly points at the button again “If you hear gun shots, you're out. Forget the operation, no questions asked. Out. Are we clear?”

“Yes.” The words impatienly left your lips as you nod in obedience. “Thank you.” Your eyes finally lock again with his as you whispered the words. You placed your hands on his as they were on your hips.

“You owe me.” He looked you deadass in the eyes, only to be softened at the following sentence “Promise me to be carefull.” He cupped your cheeks “We need you.” His voice trails off “I need you.”

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magecrafts · 2 years

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KATE BISHOP headcanons.

RATED E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT — 18+ — MINORS DNI.

a/n: the first of a few things i wrote in rehab. lil fluff, lil smut (but mostly smut). forgive me if it reads a bit messy, i'm a little out of practice. enjoy!

kate bishop x reader ; congrats! you're dating a sort-of avenger!

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, daddy kink, humiliation, big big straps, light anal play, cnc, no aftercare ; reader is biologically female but no pronouns are used so could be read as ftm, nb, cis, or whatever tf else you want.

i am not currently fulfilling requests, but any made will be consdiered for future writing things...?

For your first date she takes you to an archery range. Mostly to show off but also to put a bow in your hands and touch you a little bit while she shows you how to draw properly.

The second is a Central Park picnic with pizza and champagne. “Say what you will about my mother,” Kate says as she frees a slice for the golden retriever at her side, “but her wine cellar slaps.” After a look at the label and quick web search: “Kate,” you tell her, “this is a forty-five-hundred dollar bottle of champagne from nineteen-eighty-one, and—“ “And we’re eating it with fifteen dollar pizza from nineteen minutes ago,” she says. “But. To be fair, that’s basically what she makes in an hour.” A beat. “She’s gonna cut me off again.”

You start sleeping with Kate on date six. She has tickets to an exhibit at the Museum of Natural History but she turns up in a gray plaid pantsuit and Docs and the two of you don’t even make it out the door (so, yeah, okay, you sleeping with Kate is date six).

Kate has trouble focusing when there’s no underlying adventure, no chaos, no bad guys chasing her down the street in vans and tracksuits. She’s gotten used to the hero's life, the kind of life where danger lurks around every corner and life or death decisions are plentiful. Kate thrives on the mayhem and gets lost in the mundanity. Clint calls it adrenaline addiction. Yelena says Kate’s got Avenger blood (“She’s not an Avenger,” Clint says. “Too dangerous.”). Sometimes, even when she’s happy, even when she wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, it still happens. Her eyes will gloss over and she’ll retreat into herself and, “Where’d you go?” and “Earth to Kate,” are two things you catch yourself saying a lot during downtime.

“Kate.” “…Yes?” “Why is your bag moving?” The bag barks. “No reason,” Kate says, stepping in front of the wriggling duffel bag as a little black nose pushes through the open zipper, followed by a furry golden head. “Hear me out,” she says, crouching down to pull the wiggling golden retriever into her arms. “His name is Pepperoni.” The other dog, the big dog—Pizza Dog—bounds into the room and sniffs at the puppy in Kate’s arms. He yips once and sits on his haunches and the moment Kate puts the little dog down in front of him you know there’s not a chance in hell she’s letting that puppy go.

Kate thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread. And in bed? Yeah, she probably is. She’s eager, adaptive, and curious no matter how many times she’s explored every last inch of your body. She spends a lot of time on your tits—squeezing and biting and licking and sucking—and when she isn’t too distracted, when she remembers that she has hands and can use them for something other than digging her dull nails into your skin, she’ll reach up and push her fingers past your lips while she closes her mouth over your skin and sucks until you choke on her fingers and push her head away and beg for a moment to catch your breath.

It took a month to get her anywhere near macaroni and cheese after Yelena rolled into town. That they’re constantly attached at the hip nowadays still blows your mind, but you can’t deny that something magical happens when they’re in the same room. It’s a lot like the little girls in the schoolyard at recess who mix potions in puddles with twigs and run cackling away when anyone asks what they’re doing.

She doesn’t like when you’re quiet. She’ll get vocal enough for the both of you if you’re really not up for it (or if you can’t, which has been happening a lot since she saw that one clip of a girl getting panty-gagged), but she doesn’t like to do anything in silence. It’s not tinnitus, and she's not going the way of Barton, you know, because you’ve asked, and she says she can exist in silence, says the quiet isn’t debilitating or anything, it’s just that she doesn’t like it. She blames it on the city, says no one in Manhattan knows how to operate without twenty-four-hour background noise, which is probably true, but you think she might just like the sound of her own voice. Yours will do when she can’t listen to herself, sure, but sometimes you like to keep quiet just so she’ll push you further and fuck you harder and tell you she needs to hear you. The one time you called it begging she got all huffy and red in the face and insisted that she’s never once begged in her entire life.

Kate likes you on your belly. She likes watching your thighs shake, likes watching the muscles in your back tense and relax as you prop your hips up and offer yourself to her. She likes palming your ass and pulling your cheeks apart and the little sighs of anticipation and excitement you make when she spreads you wide and holds you open just to look, just to keep you on edge. “Are you nervous?” she’ll ask, and you can always hear the cocky grin in her voice, because she knows you are and knows it makes you bubble up with shame when she points it out. “Don’t be nervous,” she’ll say, “we’ve done this before,” which doesn’t help, and she’ll rub her thumb over the pucker of your asshole until you shudder and your hips cant forward. Then she’ll sigh and yank you back by your thighs until your muscles are pulled taut and your cunt practically spreads open on its own. “Move and I’ll shoot,” she likes to say, and she won’t, not really, because she’d step in front of a subway train before she actually hurt you, but she likes to throw that threat around when she hasn’t had a good fight in a while.

“It’s new,” she says when you come home and find her strapped up and looking at herself in the mirror. When your eyes go wide and you swallow hard and tell her, “That’s…big,” she just grins and turns her focus back to the mirror. “I know, right?” she says, considering for a moment before she drops her hand and fists the silicone cock. She can’t even wrap her hand all the way around it. “And purple,” you say, dumbly, because you aren’t sure what else you’re supposed to do or say. “Impressive observations,” Kate says, catching your eye in the mirror and tossing you a smirk. “Think you can take it?” You honestly have no idea.

Once she gets that first strap she just—will not stop. Cannot be stopped. She’ll wake you up in the morning with her mouth on your chest and her hand sneaking down the front of your panties. She’ll tell you to hush and claim your mouth with her own while she nudges your legs open and drags the tip of her big purple cock between the slick lips of your cunt, mumbling, “Just relax, baby, I know you can take it,” even though you just woke up and you’re barely coherent and she hasn’t fucked you in days int he name of building blissful anticipation and wanting it to feel new again. You’re not sure that logic tracks but you’re absolutely certain you don’t ever want anyone else to touch you like this and when she pushes into you—fucks into you—you forget the sweet embrace of sleep and slip into the role she wants you to play.

Kate likes to walk around the apartment in boxers and a sports bra. More comfy that way, she says, even though you have a hard time keeping it together when she does. It’s worse when she abandons the bra altogether. She says it’s freeing. You think it’s maddening. Like when she parks herself on the couch all laid back with her legs propped open and an arm over the back of the couch. She’ll tilt her head and ask you why you’ve gone all red while you just look at her and do your best not to drool. It’s just, shit, that her tits are perfect—even handfuls, pert, rosy nipples, and soft all over—and you swear you could lose yourself in them for days. “Problem?” she’ll ask when you get all tripped up on your words, blushing so hard it creeps down your neck. Then she’ll just grin.

The worst of it is when she starts calling herself daddy. At first you think it’s stupid, self-indulgent, like she’s pandering to herself, but it gets intense. Fast. Like when she cozies up behind you while you’re cooking dinner, slipping her arms around your middle and sneaking her hands beneath your shirt, saying, “You take care of me so well,” and, “daddy’s gonna repay the favor,” and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to say to that but you can feel her pressing up against your ass and her hands are creeping closer and closer to your chest and you know good and well that the moment she palms your tits and ruts against you that it’s all over. Dinner burns on the stove while she strips your bottoms off and lays you out on the kitchen table and pushes your legs open and slaps your cunt just to remind you that she’s needy and she needs you to indulge her every whim because sometimes she doesn’t know what to do when you aren’t actively falling to pieces beneath her. You don’t know when you stopped finding it stupid, self-indulgent, like she needs another reason to think she’s hot shit, but it happened. And you’ve changed your mind: the worst of it is when she realized how much you drip with want when she calls herself daddy.

Nope, that's a lie, the worst of it is the moment she figures out you like it a lot more when she isn’t so nice

Kate strokes the length of her thick strap with one hand and drags the other down the length of your spine, curling her fingers to let her nails catch against your sweat-slicked skin. She nudges your legs apart with her knee and drags the tip of her cock through the lips of your cunt and laughs as you start to squirm. She curses under her breath and notches the tip of the massive fucking thing against your needy hole. “Relax, little angel,” she says, words dripping with condescension. “It’s gonna hurt a hell of a lot more if you don’t calm down and let me in, and isn’t that what you want? If it isn’t, you’d better tell me, ’cause I thought you wanted daddy to fuck your stupid little pussy ’til it’s all gaping and sloppy.” That does it. You’re helpless and your moan doesn’t help, and as the noise rips from your throat Kate fucks into your slippery hole in one rough thrust, and, “Oh—my god—shit—Kate, please—it hurts,” you gasp out between breaths. “I don’t care,” she says, tucking an arm around your middle to keep you from wriggling away. “Please.” You clench helplessly around her massive, heavy cock. “What, you don’t like this?” she asks, false hurt lining her voice. She leans in close again, lips parted against your ear as she stills herself inside of you. “You don’t want this? You want me to stop?” she asks, just to tease, and stifles a laugh as you nod. She doesn’t move. It’s big, too big, stretching your cunt as wide as you think it’ll ever be. Fear of her splitting you open keeps you still. And then she draws her hips back, nice and slow, and for a moment you flood with relief. She pulls out of your leaking hole until all that’s left inside is the tip. And then she eases back in, watching as best as she can in the dim light as her purple cock disappears into your needy pussy. “Pathetic,” she mumbles, and you can hear the smirk in her voice. “Lie to me all you like, but I know a dumb fucking slut when I see one.” “Kate—” “Unless you’re going to tell me you’ve changed your mind—that you’ve had a change of heart and you want this—don’t open your fucking mouth until I ask for another place to put my cock.”

#kate bishop headcanons #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop imagines #hawkeye imagines #kate headcanons #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #hawkeye headcanons #rated: e #kate #headcanons #hcs

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pastafossa · 4 months

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just saw a post that said ‘pasta is an antidepressant’ and my brain immediately thought of you

and i hope you and your mom are doing okay <333

THIS IS SO SWEET! 😭 And also hilarious because I've become so used to Pasta being my name online that my thought process as I read went ''Pasta is an antidepressant' oh hey that's me! -> wait they mean they saw a post about actual pasta -> oh but then connected it to me so it is me!' I'm hopeless. This is why I can't be in the pasta aisle at the store with anyone else, because I have and will say 'Yes?' if they mumble 'Pasta?' into their phone.

And she's doing pretty good all things considered, thank you friend! Coming home has helped her a lot, even if she's still got a lot of in-home PT ahead over the next few months and she can't really be alone in the house for a while. But even then, she's recovering a lot faster than anyone expected - they thought she'd be in the hospital for a good month even after they released her from the ICU to a normal hospital room (she's only just now realizing how really, really, really sick she was cause ironically she was too sick to realize it when it happened). So we'll all happily take it! As for me, I'm mostly tired and still kinda... idk how to describe it. Disoriented maybe. I know all those emotions are all gonna come up and slap me in the face again eventually but at least for now they're just lurking while I focus on the logistics (adjusting schedules, general caretaker duties, house projects to make things easier for mom to move around, etc).

#I AM AN ANTIDEPRESSANT #that makes me so happy #i WANT to make people happy so goal achieved???#also yeah we're rolling along at least!#mom is doing REALLY well tbh so i'm holding onto that but she had no idea until now just how sick she was #but between me and my dad (retired) and sis on afternoon/night shift at work (hours i'm usually awake)#we're able to basically always have someone with her so we're uniquely set up for this fortunately #and she's still *her*. like she's talking and joking and her happy pasta mama self which helps just as much #however not to use a trt metaphor but i know for a fact there is a trauma boar somewhere in my forest rn and it'll pop up eventually #i just gotta be ready for it

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haunted-xander · 1 year

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I am Chiaki Nanami, the former Ultimate Gamer and now a member of Future Foundation, 14th division. Currently, I'm doing a few side quests. Most of which are locating and rescuing survivors, as well as calming down everyone that's temporarily living in the 'safe houses' the Future Foundation has set up. My main quest however...

Is to locate and save the Remnants of Despair behind my organisations back. I guess this is treason, but I can't stand the thought of having my former classmates and friends mercilessly slaughtered. Chiaki is snapped out of her thoughts by the ringing of her cellphone. "H-Hello? This is Ryota Mitarai, a member of the 10th division. Is this Chiaki Nanami?" Ah, it's Mitarai-kun. "...Yes, this is Chiaki Nanami. What are you calling for?" There's a pause and a bit of rustling coming from the other end of the phone. "Ah, um, are you... alone right now? I-I have some... confidential stuff to talk with you about. I'd rather not risk the wrong person overhearing..."

She quickly looked around to make sure she's really alone before responding, "...Yeah, it's just me. I know what you want to talk about... I think." An audible sigh could be heard from Ryotas end. "O-oh! Tha-that's good... I guess I don't need to explain myself then?" Chiaki made to nod before realizing he can't see her. "...Yep. It's about the Remnants, right? You don't want them to get hurt, either... right?"

"Y-yeah... I d-didn't know them all as well as you did but... E-everyone I did meet where all... wonderful and nice people... m-mostly..." His voice trailed off at the end, but... Chiaki knew what he meant. Tsumiki-san... "...And I... I want t-to... make up for everything I've done. I-it's all... a-all my fa-fault a-any-nywa-way-" No longer able to keep it together, he broke out into sobs. "...Mitarai-kun. It's okay, it's not your fault. Enoshima-san made you do it, right? So she's the one who did wrong." Comforting -or dealing with emotions in general- has never been Chiaki's strong suit. Because of that, she even struggles with dating simulators or any game that relies on reading social cues and the emotions of the characters despite her title of 'Ultimate Gamer'.

Ryota had a long pause, the only sound from his end being the quiet sobs he couldn't stifle. "...M-moving on... I called you because I... found some intel on Remnant action. Two of them have reportedly been seen lurking around close to the ruins of Hope's Peak Academy." Around Hope's Peak...? That's where I'm at, too... "I-I'm afraid I don't know which ones though... If you plan to search for them you should be careful. T-the reports say they don't seem to be doing much, but they're p-probably just waiting for the perfect time to strike."

"...Do you have any specifics of where they frequent? It's gonna be tough to search the entire surrounding area for just two people."

"U-um, well, o-one of them seem to be staying c-close to the school... They don't seem to wander around much. N-not to the point it's been noticed at least... As for the other one... Let me see... Oh! Looks like they commonly lurk about the Reserve Course department and some of the nearby housings." The Reserve Course department? Is it... Hi- ah, Kamukura-kun...? If it is, I need to find him quick. ...Oh, but... Since he's not brainwashed, saving him might be difficult... Hi- Kamukura-kun is the first one, and probably the strongest one too... He's totally the 'final boss' of the Remnants. Oh wait, Enoshima-san should be the final one... Guess Kamukura-kun would be the second-to-final boss, then... Or maybe third? There's Ikusaba-san too, after all...

"...Um... Nanami-san?" Snapped out of her internal final boss rant, she remembered she was, in fact, still in a phone call. "...Oh, sorry. I was thinking." Ryota awkwardly laughed. "Ah, um, it's fine... W-was my intel helpful?" Having to stop herself from nodding again, she settled for a simple, "Mhm. Very helpful. I'll head out to look for them soon, since I'm in that area anyway." Chiaki felt a chill suddenly run up her spine. She could feel eyes on her. "...Actually, I should head out right now."

"R-right now? Isn't it a bit too dark out...?"

"Yep. Right now. Gottagobye-"

"Nana-!" She hung up. The feeling of being watched is never pleasant, and it's even worse when you're speaking about delicate topics in hostile enviourments. The eyes never seemed to stray from her even as she got up and went ahead on her search.

As unpleasant as it was, she got the feeling whoevers watching her didn't mean her any harm.

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azures-grace · 1 month

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Fuck it, WIP Sunday

Have some of the Tally intro (as of now) for my Iri fic because I wanna

Gore is snappy because he is injured and met the bozos less than 5 hours before this scene, so trust is low.

(1032 words. This is from chapter 4 (chapter 3 isn't done, I just wanna share this cause I love writing dialogue.))

That night, they camped a mile or two outside of Falkreath’s main city. Wood was plentiful and there hadn't been much rain in the recent days, so lighting a fire was easy.

Remiel sat on the ground, carefully polishing Scrap with a cloth. Caryalind was laying on his stomach– on the singular pillow he'd snatched from one of the inns they'd stayed in after leaving Markarth– his nose buried in a book. Gore had taken to cleaning and banging his leg properly. Iriae was pouring over the texts they had found in Nchuand-Zel. She had a journal open on her knee and was scribbling into it.

“Watcha doin?” asked Gore, looking over while he wrung hot water out of a rag.

“Just… translating some Dwemeris…” she murmured.

“Why?”

“For fun,” she said with a shrug. “There's no deadlines here like there were at the Embassy. I can just read whatever I want to.”

“The… what?” the Nord’s eyes flashed.

“Oh– dammit.” Iriae snapped the books shut and put her head in her hands.

Caryalind piped up, tilting his book down and pushing himself up on one elbow. “She used to work as the Thalmor’s translator for dead languages.”

“And he's the Thalmor prince,” Remiel informed Gore while she put down Scrap.

Gore blinked very slowly and then dug the palms of his hands into his eyes. “By Talos, this can't be happening…”

The Mer flinched a little. “Can't we keep religion out of anything?” Iriae whined. She tugged on her hair nervously and glanced around at the surrounding trees.

“It's not like the Thalmor are lurking in the forest,” Remiel pointed out.

“You don't know that!” the deserters squawked.

There came upon them the sound of hooves and horses. A person staggered out from the darkness, leading two white horses. He was pale, but still definitely Altmer. If nothing else, the robes of a Thalmor mage gave it away. Remiel dropped Scrap onto the ground and Gore grabbed his sword, but Iriae stopped them both.

“Wait!! Wait. Just… hold on.”

She scrambled to her feet and slowly approached the man. He was clutching his side with gritted teeth. His face was mostly hidden by shadows.

“Well. This is unfortunate,” he grumbled, looking at the Nord and Breton. “I don't suppose you're the rest of my contingent, are you?” He coughed and spat on the ground.

“Nnno…” Iriae mumbled. “Are you… okay.”

“Fine, yes,” he snapped. “I don't suppose you've seen any other members of the Thalmor such as myself, have you?”

“We killed 'em,” she heard Gore growl. The Altmer’s pale face scrunched up in disdain. And then in pain.

“What happened to you?” Iriae asked. She squinted at the area he was gripping.

“Well, myself and my compatriots were sent to root out Talos worship here in the Falkreath area. This horse belonged to my companion, Agent Sanyon. We came upon one such group of heretics and Agent Sanyon was giving his speech until one of them struck him from behind and killed him!”

“You're very nonchalant about this,” Iriae observed. “Doesn't explain why you're hurt.”

“It was self defence, I'm getting there, hang on,” he sighed. “Anyway, I picked up Sanyon’s speech where he left off, and then one of the bastards mocked my dagger!”

“Your… dagger?” Remiel squinted and glanced down. “Is this a real dagger, or some kind of metaphor?”

The Altmer flashed her a killing glare and unsheathed an ebony dagger that glowed slightly in the dim firelight. “No, this dagger. It's been in my family for generations!”

“Still doesn't explain the injury,” Iriae said, trying to get the conversation back on track.”

The dagger began carving an arc in the air. “Oh, I grabbed the one who mocked Berwhale and carved his heart out to show the lot of them!” The Altmer giggled while the other four looked on with varying degrees of horror. “See, self defence. Anyway, then I had to kill the rest.” He groaned and pulled his hand away, watching blood drip from his fingers. “Unfortunately, they put up quite a fight. But I'll live. Probably…”

“I've got a healing potion,” Iriae offered.

“What? Why?!” It seemed that the Altmer before her was just as confused as her companions.

“It just seems like the right thing to do,” she admitted. “Now how about you come out of the dark and tell us your name?”

He heaved a sigh and stepped out of the darkness. “I'm… Taliesin. It's an alias, for my safety and yours.”

She gave him a smile and then froze. In the firelight, she could recognize his face properly. “Oh my gods we worked together,” she stammered.

“I beg your pardon?” Taliesin looked at her confused.

Iriae pulled her hair back and draped the hood of her cloak over her head. Recognition filled he other Mer’s green eyes.

“You're the girl who was in the basement!” he cried, snapping his fingers. “I think you handed me some papers once…”

“Yeah, Elenwen didn’t want me going out very often,” she laughed awkwardly.

“You’re telling me you two know each other??” Gore complained. “Oh, great. Splendid. A whole troupe of Thalmor.”

“Well, I never learned his name,” she said. Iriae handed Taliesin a bottle which he downed immediately.

“Oh, gods bless you. That’s much better. I’m still… covered in blood, but at least it’s not actively spilling from me, hm?” He bowed low and chuckled. “I don’t have anything to repay you for this at the moment, I’m afraid. The best I can do is offer the pleasure of my company.”

Iriae gave him a very blank look for a solid minute. “Are you… trying to come on to me?”

He gave a raucous laugh and shook his head. “No, not at all. I barely know you aside from, what, three total glances before today? Oh, I'm sure we can fix that, if you wish, but no. I’m offering to travel with you. I realise you’ve already got several companions with you, but–”

“Sure!” Iriae was grinning like a fool. “The more the merrier!”

And that was how the five of them found themselves sitting around a fire, trying to rehydrate deer jerky.

#iri fic #tes v skyrim #ldb oc: iriae #remiel skyrim #gore skyrim #caryalind thallery #taliesin skyrim #im normal about them #WIP #azure writed #the writing tag gets bad grammar too #to mirror the art tag

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meowjaa · 9 months

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✧ parent teacher conference ✧

context: levi ackerman x fem!reader, parent teacher conference, y/n is a teacher, levi is an adult and mikasa is his little cousin, 3 part series <33

a/n: originally was going to make mikasa levi's little sister but changed my mind basically levi had to pick mikasa up due to her parents being busy at work (iykyk) and so that's when levi meets reader who is mikasa's teacher enjoy my loves also this will be a series <3

Levi let out an exasperated sigh as he entered the elementary school, his young cousin Mikasa's hand clasped firmly in his. Her parents' busy work schedules meant he'd been roped into attending her parent-teacher conference. Levi tapped his foot impatiently as they sat waiting outside the classroom, eager to get this over with.

After a few tedious minutes, the door finally opened and a woman emerged. "Hi there, you must be Mikasa's…" She stopped short, eyes widening.

Levi looked up and realized with an inward groan that it was the same woman he'd quite literally bumped into that morning, causing them both to spill their piping hot coffee all over their clothes. He'd hurried off without apologizing, irritated at the inconvenient collision.

The woman's cheerful smile faded into a tense line. "Yes, we met this morning." She extended a hand politely. "I'm Y/N, Mikasa's teacher."

Levi shook her hand briskly. "Levi. I'm her cousin."

Y/N welcomed them into the irritatingly colorful classroom. Levi sat rigidly with his arms crossed, immediately on edge in the unfamiliar environment surrounded by children's artwork and posters.

Y/N folded her hands on the desk. "Well, Mikasa is a model student - very bright, hardworking, and conscientious."

"Of course she is, she's an Ackerman," Levi stated plainly, as if it were the most obvious fact.

Y/N's eye twitched slightly but her smile remained fixed. "Yes, well she could work on participating more during group discussions and activities. She tends to keep to herself."

Levi scoffed dismissively. "Not everyone likes to sit around blabbing all the time."

Now Y/N's polite veneer cracked, her irritation showing through. "It's an important collaborative skill, sharing ideas and listening to peers. There's value in hearing different perspectives."

As they continued arguing testily over Mikasa's progress and social engagement, the young girl watched wide-eyed at her usually reserved cousin debating her normally cheerful teacher.

Levi remained stubbornly unmoved by Y/N's patient explanations of Mikasa's room for growth. "Look, her grades are stellar so I don't see the issue here," he said impatiently.

"There's more to a quality education than just test scores and grades," Y/N retorted, clearly making an effort to rein in her frustration. "I'm trying to help Mikasa develop holistically and reach her full potential."

Their tense bickering continued throughout the conference until it ended on a decidedly frigid note.

As they exited the classroom, Mikasa peered up at Levi hesitantly. "I hate you as my cousin!" she said before rolling her eyes and storming off to Levi's car.

Levi simply clicked his tongue dismissively and continued walking at his usual brisk pace. But internally, he felt an irksome twinge of guilt. He knew his standoffish temperament had gotten the better of him again. With a slight grumble, he followed Mikasa out of the school, trying not to glance back at the classroom where the teacher's cheery presence still lingered in his mind.

Levi was sitting on the couch while all he could hear was the chatter of Eren, Armin and Mikasa were all talking about a stupid tv show they've been fixated on. He had his phone in his hand as he lurked on y/n's instagram page photos of her classroom, or of her on vacation mostly his eyes fixated on the one of her in Los Angeles on the beach in a floral bikini...

part 2...

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi x reader #aot fanfiction #levi smut #aot x reader

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therunningphysicist · 5 months

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what is going on with you? you are here, but don't post anything. is everything okay?

hello friend! yes I mostly just lurk these days. I've taken a step back from social media over the last year or two, as far as how much I post. but there are people here on tumblr that I have followed for a while that I still like to keep up with and see how they are doing! one of these days I will probably start posting on here more again, but in the meantime here's some updates:

I got married in September! it was in Chicago, and was absolutely perfect with all my favorite people there with us

I'm still living in the DC area - about to complete my postdoc at NIH and am in the process of being promoted to Research Fellow in the same lab

my research has been going really well the last year or two - I have two projects I'm spearheading that I'm SUPER excited about, and in the last year(ish) I published three papers, gave talks at two research conferences, and wrote a chapter for a textbook

earlier this year, my husband and I were looking at buying a house and actually had a place under contract. but the housing market has gone to shit (especially in the DC area) so we are just going to rent for the foreseeable future and keep saving money

I will be running the 2024 Chicago Marathon! so you will probably see some running posts in the future as I start training for that

thanks for reaching out and asking how I'm doing! things are going well, just very busy the last year with work, family, and planning a wedding - but I promise I'll be around more in 2024!

#personal #running #updates #research #postdoc

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chlorinecake · 3 months

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"The Sheep's Garden" title is so cute I was almost deceived. Almost. I read it and went back to stare at it mindlessly for a good few minutes after realizing the ominous undertone associated with it. It's literally, genuinely unsettling. You portrayed the title's essence effectively in your story too like... and even though it was twisted I admit feeling a somewhat shameful attraction to it 😅 *I'm crying*

I'm glad @/starrywonie and @/@hee-pster encouraged you to start a blog❤️ and replying to ur answer on the previous ask, half of my family are teachers and unfortunately I didn't inherit their smarts in math but I think I'm doing quite fine in the literature department. Ofc my literature and writing are still in the process of progressing because I genuinely feel there's so much out there that I can learn from. but the love for arts runs in the family and so much like u, it's been something I've known all my life. Seeing as we're a bunch of artists in different fields, writing, painting, any forms of creation! I think my love for writing truly blossomed at the end of 2018, and 2019 is when I took up the challenge of bringing my thoughts to life. I started on wattpad and somehow gained an audience which literally shook me because It was just me ranting on and on. I had a lost to say and people seemed ready to listen. I had a 1D phase🙈 not surprising lmao, and that brought me to wattpad, kpop made me stay, and kdramas officially opened that gateway for my writing journey to begin.

Despite occasional glitches and hiccups, the engagement and interactivity of this app are pretty good so I stay🫣 but lately, I'm mostly lurking. I think @/starrywonie is slowly getting antsy. I can see her eyes twitching from across the world. 🫣🤭

─ Hayzie

Ugh 😩 I absolutely LOVE the way you describe things… but yeah, this story in particular has ALWAYS been a ~special~ one for me to write, and as much as I try to prevent it by making Jungwon progressively more insane with each update (👹), the readers keep falling for his twisted ways :’] I guess that’s the charm manipulation *cries with you*

I’m really thankful for discovering those blogs when I did, too, hehe 🩵 That’s really interesting tho how half of your family is made up of educators and artists across different fields… most often than not, mathematics just doesn’t translate well with ppl more geared towards literature and the arts, so you’re not alone 🤧. And omg, the 1D era was such a time to be alive 🫠… I was never really a huge fan of them growing up bc I was honestly more of a JB girly (still am 🥲) but can I use the word bias for a non-kpop group �� ?!? Idk, but basically I’m just curious as to who your favorite member was back then…

“Kpop made me stay.” This is a crazy line bc it makes me realize just how much music affects our lives in so many different areas.

And yes ☝️ Tumblr is infamous for her MANY technological inconsistencies, but its always fun to hang around here either way… whether that be as a fellow writer… or lurker 😶‍🌫️ And OOP- Nanaa ~~~ your virgo is showing 🤭

#cc: anons 🎂#🪼. hayzie <3 #I use too many emojis 😔

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eulaliasims · 11 months

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Sims Tag

Thanks for the tag, @kalux-sims!

1. What’s your favourite sims death? Oh, we're going for big ones right off the bat, huh? Uhhh, I'm gonna go with satellite.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Yes.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? why would you, tho

4. Do you use move objects? I use moveObjects so much, I have a shortcut for it in my userstartup.cheat file.

5. Favorite mod? I'm going to second @deedee-sims and say Community Time. It's really one I consider essential to the way that I play my game.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? Pets!! Which is funny, because I still have to make a conscious effort to actually add pets to my sims' households.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? It's LIV mode and I will die on this hill. no I won't

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? Made? Oh no, I'm not sure. These days I mostly play sims who were born in-game. Probably Original Maria or Jackie.

9. Have you made a simself? Ya; in the last version of Middleground, she was actually a townie.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself? Bookworm, cat person, loves the outdoors, neurotic, vegetarian

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? I don't like any of those ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

12. Favorite EA hair? Uhhh, the short Season hair with the little half ponytail.

13. Favorite life stage? Adult? idk!

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Both; sometimes I like one more than the other, but it's pretty even.

15. Are you a CC creator? Weirdly, I think I have to say yes to this question now. Pretty much just defaults and the odd recolor. I do retextures sometimes, but I have to be in the right mood for it. :p

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? Yes? But I realize I'm not the most vocal/active person, and I'm definitely not on any of the discords around because I have ~~anxiety~~.

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) *gestures at blog* is it even a contest?

18. Do you have any sims merch? no

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? noooooooooo

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? It's definitely gotten a lot more maxis-match. More detailed too, I think.

21. What’s your Origin ID? haha, like I remember that.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? Too many to name!

23. How long have you had a simblr? *checks archive* At least nine years; I know I lurked a bit before posting, so call it ten even?

24. How do you edit your pictures? Photoshop. I have a crop & resize action that sharpens them very slightly afterward, and then my base lighting action simply boosts the shadows and contrast a bit; I have a copy of that but with brightening added for dim pictures. For posed, "fancy" pictures, I will edit them individually to get whatever effect I want.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? Space EP, space EP! I know we're not actually getting new EPs for TS2, but I can dream.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? hmmm. Seasons, I think. Love me some gardening and rain.

Tagging @kayleigh-83, @plumbtales, @moocha-muses, @ofmdee, @sushigal007

#tag game #meme

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sharpth1ng · 1 year

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Sometimes I think about how Billy is described as cool, and popular and I think that's a bold faced lie.

Billy is clearly trying to be normal but in every conversation he has, he tries to make it relate back to his horror movie special interest, he talks in autistic monotone, he's always in a weird position, or glaring, or t-rexing, or saying something really weird, or jumpscaring people.

Not to say that being autistic isn't cool, I'm the coolest person alive and I do most of those things, but William Eugene/Michael Loomis is not the person I would choose to be the poster boy for the Cool People with Autism Club.

We only see him talking to people outside of the main group once and that's it. He shows up at the party late (which, yes, is because he was murdering, but he really doesn't seem like the type for person to like parties.) He's always just ~lurking~ and being weird.

He's a greasy little murderous recluse and the only person that I think would ever think he's genuinely cool is Stu, but apparently they live in funky town and he happens to be one of the most popular kids in school.

LMAO SAME.

My hot take? The script is wrong. It's one of those details that gets changed in the course of actually making the movie because I see no evidence of Billy being a cool kid. The script also describes Stu as a Billy wanna be who's failing and like... from what we see Stu is a lot more popular than Billy. Stu actually fucking interacts with people.

And like.... not judging Billy lmao I also speak in a monotone, contort my body, do the t-rex arms, bring everything back to horror, and have a resting bitch face. It's chill. I was not cool in high school but for the most part people didn't mess with me, I think because I was intimidating (this is feedback I received, which was shocking because I was frequently just terrified of everyone else lmao).

And I can't judge for greasy hair, I HATE having wet hair and I'm bad at washing it (even if I take a stim-shower every day to burn several layers of my skin off like i'm in the andromeda strain research facility). But yeah, he's a greasy little rat there's no getting around that.

This is what I think is going on with Billy. He's not unpopular/uncool or a target because he freaks people out enough and has popular friends. He doesn't get no bitches because he's pretty, but also for some reason cis-het girls are into no rizz sometimes, so like, they still flirt with him even if he mostly responds by talking about the exorcist.

He's a fucking recluse. I cannot imagine him being a center-of the party dude like Stu, he's a show up late disappear early kind of guy 100%, and Stu is realistically the only member of the group I can imagine him actually enjoying hanging out with.

Tl,dr: Billy isn't popular himself, he's only by association and no one is going to mess with him because he's got stabby energy. Also he's pretty and that helps his case a lot.

#Yes lots of autistic people are actually cool #im not one of them #and neither is Billy. CLEARLY.#autistic billy loomis #ask

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digyoman · 4 months

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I will listen to any and all Lloyd headcannons!!

What's something you always wanted to get out there? Something interesting you think gets overlooked? Something that deserves clarification? Or anything really! AUs, ideas, random thoughts that hang in your brain.... Please go off!!

(I'm always here for more Stand time!!)

mouse!! thank you for the ask, you are my greatest enabler and i love you for it. <3

honestly this SO hard to answer because i have so much to say. probably too much. i looked through some of my old notes in preparation for this post and all i can say is. jesus christ. there is a lot to unpack and i can’t fit it all into one post so i’m just going to stick with the basics!

so, here are digyoman’s lloyd headcanons 101 (based on the book and mostly vegas-centric!):

he doesn’t like to be alone. super brilliant observation, i know! 👍 he can be left on his own, it’s not that big of a deal, but generally i think he tends to feel cornered when he’s isolated for too long. so, he ends up lurking around the casino a lot, just to be near other people. and sometimes he falls asleep there. if you catch him snoozing at a crap table leave him ALONE it’s none of your business!

he has extremely questionably probably disordered eating habits. i don’t think this needs much explanation. he eats a lot, refuses to “waste” food, and occasionally hoards shit in case of an emergency. it gets better after a while, but never fully goes away.

he probably has some form of ocd. yes this means compulsive showering. it also means he has weird thought loops and tends to draw connections where there are none. he doesn’t think of himself as superstitious, but he’s also out here assuming that he can survive almost any situation by thinking “i don’t want to die,” over and over and that is not a normal train of thought. it is, however, the only way he can make sense of how he’s survived this long, and it gives him an illusion of control in situations where he really doesn’t have any say over his own life.

he dissociates during the executions. anyone who says “pretend like you don’t know him,” while trying to kill someone is not checked into reality you can’t fool me. he disconnects from himself throughout the whole show and probably for a while after, so he has little to no memory of actually crucifying anyone, but he sure knows it happened! it gets a lot worse when the crucifixions happen more often—the frequent dissociation combined with his intense stress over trying to keep vegas from falling apart builds towards a total break from reality near the end. i think glen’s death is a tipping point for him, and even if the bomb hadn’t gone off shortly after that, he would not have survived much longer.

when he first arrived in vegas, he got a kick out of dressing in sharp clothes and strutting around the casinos like a big shot. but after a while of this, he realized they weren’t really genuinely him, so he defaults back to casual clothes. but he still has those outfits and he will break them out again if he ever wants to make an impression!

#sorry i took so long to get to this!#end of the semester obliterated me but we’re BACK.#anyway uh. this post sure is something isn’t it!#i gotta say i love the way i structured it. the headcanons get progressively worse and then it ends with a remark about his fashion choices #wasn’t intentional but i think it’s funny lmaooo #i didn’t mean for this post to get dark but apparently all of my thoughts are just. like that.#imagine my horror when i opened up google docs and had to read through ten pages of this.#even my headcanon about his SUNGLASSES is sad like. come on.#someone needs to teach me how to make happier headcanons i am unwell.#lloyd henreid #the stand

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