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fatuifucker · 1 year

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third stream: desire for approval

[art cr: kuroume_1024 on twt]

bratty trans! streamer! scaramouche x dom fem-sex reader (they/them pronouns used for reader)

SUMMARY = how far would you go for attention?

WARNINGS = please view the sucker series masterlist for the full warnings! smut, penetration (reader giving), brat taming, asphyxiation, boobplay, use of the word “cunt”, use of pet name "angel" + "cumslut" + similar language, scara has nipple and navel piercings, womb tattoo, lingerie, self-sexualisation, codependence, unhealthy relationship, suicide ideation, self-harm, gender dysphoria, transphobia, attempted self-mutilation, implied domestic abuse

W/C = 2.6k

A/N = my word count is getting higher and higher be proud of me!! i was actually intending on writing a valentine's fic instead but uh ig you can take this as the late valentine's day fic instead lol. this may be my last x reader for a while for i would like to focus on more character x character. there are some zines im interested in participating and i want to have fics that i can use for my portfolio bc i don't think character x readers do good for zines lol oh yeah also little shoutout to the usernames featured in scara's stream!!

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril

P-chan should be cute, pretty, handsome. Appearance-wise, they are perfect. Their gender doesn't matter but I want someone with a body like mine. I don't like nuisances so they have to be calm and collected. They have to be rational so they can comfort me and stop me from making impulsive decisions.

I want them to be independent but not too independent. They'll need me to command them like a pet. Maybe like a bunny? They could be that innocent-looking type but is secretly horny for me hehe. I'll have to work out the details later. But it's fine even if they are unsure about their personality. People like that tend to rely on the self-assured more. Maybe I could even dress up in the clothes I can't wear.

They won't be able to live without me.

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“Ohh…it’s soh gud,” Scara moans, her tongue trailing up the melting popsicle before sucking on it. “Mmm…I might get addicted...”

The stream chat floods with comments; majority of it being provocative remarks. Just the reaction she intended. Although Scara hates to be sexualised by her fans, she knows that suggestive content rakes up the viewer count the fastest.

Almost halfway to a month, yet she hasn’t even reached half a million yet. She doesn’t have much time so even if that means that she has to whore herself like this…

“Mmm it’s sticking all over my fingers…” Scara licks the vanilla cream off her fingers, exaggerating her noises as she continues sucking on the popsicle. “It’s a good thing I took off my gloves. Or else it would have been allll over me.”

cauldron-of-anon: you know what else is creamy and drips all over

eunchaeluvr: I LOVE ICE CREAM

bubiblossom: god Im so happy I was born

cinshaberu: big…

leefrfr: that looks good

yourmomsucksme: YESYESYESYESYES

vermillionbun: THANK YOU SCARA

Scara giggles as she licks a strip up the popsicle. Hm, but it’s about time she ended the stream. All this sugary sweet stuff is cloying…ugh. She finishes the popsicle sensually and cleans her hands with a wet wipe.

“Thank you for the meal, it was delicious. I have to meet up with a friend so I’ll respond to the superchats another time.” Scara blows a kiss, mouse hovering over the ‘end stream’ button. “So long suckers!”

—

You’ve reached another milestone today. It’s funny how the other day, both you and Kunihiko were worried about his stagnancy. Today, he has surpassed 50k subscribers. Since this genre of streams garners the most viewers, maybe it’s okay to ask him to do more sexy streams. Probably not too much though. You don’t want Scara to come out as just another female streamer selling her body for clout. Conspiracy theories seem to do well…that goes for her ‘Scara Tries Things’ series. You’ll have to make her work harder these upcoming days, especially since she’s been slacking off lately. You’ve been trying not to push Kuni too hard but—

You blink as your phone is snatched away from you. “You’re still doing work?”

“Yes, that’s my job as your producer.” You stare at Kuni.

Your boyfriend scowls, grabbing your forearm. “Right now I need you to do your job as my partner.”

You don’t make any effort to resist as Kuni drags you like a ragdoll, grunting when he tosses you onto the bed. You sit there, waiting for Kuni to finish changing and give you your orders for the night. In the meantime, you occupy yourself by looking around.

Kuni didn’t have any requests for a themed room so you chose a classy one. The room was laden with rich reds and blacks, a jacuzzi and a drawer stocked with condoms, lube, all the essentials. In truth, it looked like any expensive hotel room, except that the fee for this one was much cheaper that any 5 star hotel. The good thing about love hotels is that they are soundproof — meaning Kuni is going to make you fuck him all night so he can savour the experience of moaning as loud as he wants without alerting the neighbours. Speaking of which, he wanted you to wear something, didn’t he? It should be the one on the table…

Unveiling the contents of the paper bag reveals an angel-themed lingerie set. The bodysuit is made out of fine white satin, decorated with ribbons at the shoulder straps, tulle around the hips, and etched with cloud patterns. Matching the set of white ribbon garters are sheer cloud-covered unattached sleeves that look like it extends past your elbows, looping around the middle finger to partially cover the top of your hands and leaving the rest bare. Without batting an eye, you shed your clothes off and dress yourself in the gifted outfit.

“Are you done?” Kuni calls from the bathroom after a few minutes.

“Yes.”

You sit on the bed, watching as your boyfriend exit the bathroom. A devilish grin rests on his carmine-lined lips as he sashays in black stilettos. He’s dressed head to toe in black leather — from the bodysuit, to the arm sleeves and stockings — but the bodysuit specifically emits a sort of polychromatic glow, shifting to a shimmering purple under the fluorescent light. The whole outfit hugs his body tight, squeezing his body in certain areas that pulls attention to the exposed skin spilling out his thighs and his chest… Your gaze darts back to his eyes, heart thumping upon realising that he is right in front of you.

Kuni chuckles. “What? You embarrassed?” He takes your hand, placing it on his chest. “Don’t be. I wore this just for you, you know?” Entranced, your eyes follow the movements of his other hand, watching as he unzips the zip on his waist, pushing down the waistband to display the pink, heart-shaped tattoo on his pelvis; resembling those typical womb tattoos you see in hentai. “You’re my sweet, obedient angel. And you’re going to reward this naughty succubus for working so hard for the both of us.” Kuni shoves you down on the bed, letting you sit in your state of shock as he purrs into your ear. "Get your toys. They are on the bedside table."

Sure enough, there's your bullet vibrator and buttplug; the ones Kuni asked you to bring today. You turn the motor to its maximum speed, goosebumps all over your skin as it makes contact with your sex. Next goes the plug, which you make sure to lubricate before inserting it into your puckered hole. When you lift your head, Kuni’s stinging violet gaze is locked upon you, a smirk on his carmine lips as he plays with his covered clit. You immediately turn your attention down, removing his underwear with hurried fingers and latching onto the swollen bub.

Soft thighs wrap around your head as your tongue switches its focus on his leaky cunt. Juices drip all over your tongue as you dive into him, eating him like a gourmet buffet. The whir of the vibrator reverberates off the insulated walls, rousing the fire in your groin that stupefies you into shaking your ass, savouring the sensation of your hole squeezing around the plug. Your eyes flit back up to your lover, his lust-filled eyes fixed onto you. His cunt oozes with ambrosial nectar, and you lap it up like a starved creature, goaded by his saccharine moans. A squeal reveals the arrival of his high, manicured nails digging into the sheets before vitality deserts him, leaving him laying limp on the bed.

The strained, rapid breaths becomes the only source of sound in the room once the motor is turned off. What fills the space of silence is rustling, followed by a click and then followed by a wet noise of viscous liquid. Kuni spreads his legs as your body hovers over him, a tired look on his face. He senses your hesitation.

“Don’t give that look,” he sneers. “I already gave you permission to ruin me. Unless…” he juts his bottom lip out, eyebrows lowered in a display of mockery. “you’re backing away now because you realised you can’t do it. No matter how cool, calm and controlled you think you are, I’m the one who holds dominion over you. Without my orders, you’re hopeless. You don’t know what to do because I’m the one who holds the power. Without me, you’re— ah!!”

His back arches into a crescent as the strap spears him without warning. Without giving him time to adjust, you’re grinding your hips against his, slamming the cock in and out while he cries in pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes! Use me! Break me! Fix me! Oh god, please, please, please—!”

The force of your thrusts jostles Kuni against the bed, incandescent light shifting the polychromatic purples of his collar that just beckon you to wrap your hand around the thin neck. The added pressure around his neck makes him mewl in delight, hands guiding your free hand up his hips, past his navel piercing, and landing on his chest.

“Touch my boobs…” he rasps.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to order me around,” you say with a bite in your voice, tugging on one of his nipple piercings to make him squeak. “Do I have to punish you for your insolence?” Nonetheless, you turn your attention to his chest, peppering it with kisses and hickeys, suckling on his nipples, all to make the little brat writhe under you.

“(Name)...” he whines. “Punish me, ruin me, I don’t care! I don’t care about anything as long as you need me— aah…think of me and no one else! Want only me, love only me, love me, love me, love— haaah~!! I’m cumming, I’m—!”

His orgasm is signified by a shower of translucent strings streaming out of his soaked cunt, essence staining the floor and sheets in splatters. Kuni wheezes for air once you release the hold on his neck, arms wrapping around you as he basks in the momentary peace.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“I…I can do it again…” he says in between breaths, pushing himself up with his elbows. “Come on, I’m your…I’m your succubus, aren’t I? You…you have to punish me…”

You shrink back. “Kuni, I really think you need a break—”

A sudden weight thrown onto you interrupts your monologue. You blink, seeing your smirking boyfriend has switched positions with you; with you now underneath him while he’s on top of you.

“Oh I’m much stronger than you think. This body is curated for you…for all of your desires and wants. So, do your worse,” He cusps your cheek, lips covering over yours. “and dig in.”

Kuni kisses you with fervour, determined to infect you with his lust. An unwelcome sense of unease churns instead.

—

The sharp pain makes Kuni's body tingle with adrenaline, foggy eyes watching scarlet sanguine spill out the wound. His chest rises and falls as he pants, shaking fingers bringing the bloodied blade to slash an untouched portion on his wrist. He lets the high consume him, a penumbra that suppresses the emotional turmoil threatening to boil over the messed up pot that is him. Yet that high is all-consuming, and it begs for more. Cloudy indigos flit up to the mirror, a blurry figure reflecting back his ugly existence and that ugly chest that proves of his inferiority as a man.

"Cut your hair? But you’re the most beautiful with long hair."

"Where did you get those shorts? A pretty girl like you should wear dresses."

"Why does she dress like that?”

"Huh? But…you’re a girl."

Shut up, shut up.

”Kuniko, do you really think that anyone in this world will accept you as a boy?”

Shut up, shut up, shut up shut up shut up—

"Do you want to bleed out?"

Kuni ignores the way his raised hand trembles, grumbling as he glares at the person standing by the door. "Wasn't intending to. But if I die from blood loss, it wouldn’t be a bad thing either."

"I would be upset." You take a step forward, stopping when he inches the razor closer to his chest. "You know, if you wanted to get rid of them, we could always visit a professional. Surgery would be safer–"

“Do you think I give a shit about my safety?!” Kuni screams, beads of tears pouring like a waterfall. “I want to die! I don’t want to exist anymore, why don’t you get it?!”

“What makes you think that I don’t?”

“You…you…” Kuni swallows, his dry mouth making speech a burden.

“Maybe I don’t want to live either," You say. "but I still want you to survive.”

Kuni laughs dryly. “How selfish of you.”

“How ironic of you of all people to say that."

He doesn’t respond to that.

“I need you just as much as you need me. We can’t survive without each other.”

“I know.”

“I’m here because you want me to stop you. You want me to make you feel better.”

“...Yes.”

“How do you want me to do that?"

“...Hold me."

A trace of warmth swathes him; barely there but still enough. Kuni leans against the cold wall, quiet sobs echoing through the tiny room, caged in this claustrophobic space. The air is cold and suffocating, but he knows it will be okay because you’re here. It will be okay, because (Name) is here. (Name) is always with me. (Name) can never leave me. He closes his eyes, letting your gentle scent waft into his nose. He takes apart the scent: an amalgamation of lavender, sandalwood and sage, like the aromatherapy candles he lights. If he focuses, he can feel your warm, calming breaths brushing against his ear, reminding him that you’re there. You’ll always be there for him, and nothing will change that. It takes a while but slowly, his breaths even out, settling into a steady cadence.

You let go of him. His eyes are fixed on the floor.

“Are you okay?” You ask, caressing his dishevelled locks.

His gaze doesn’t leave the floor. “I can handle more than this.”

The sound of muffled shouting interrupts the quiet conversation. Kuni winces, looking at the direction of the disturbance. He recognises the voices but tunes out the repetitive string of words, palms cupping his ears while his back slides down the wall. The voices get louder and louder, accompanied by clashes of porcelain and the collide of wood against other household objects. He doesn’t register that he’s shaking until the familiar warmth surrounds him again.

“Let’s watch KAngel.”

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: (name)

Kuniku<3: ur asleep right?

Kuniku<3: couldnt sleep so i went out for a walk lol

Kuniku<3: i brought along the switchblade u bought me

Kuniku<3: in case a perv wants to catch a case hehe

[Kuniku<3 is typing…]

Kuniku<3: hey

Kuniku<3: you know i hate being alone right?

Kuniku<3: whenever you leave me for too long

Kuniku<3: im afraid that you realised you dont need me after all

Kuniku<3: i have to rely on you

Kuniku<3: but do you still need me?

Kuniku<3: or do i have to make you depend on me more?

[Kuniku<3 is typing…]

Kuniku<3: i want to disappear

Kuniku<3: i want to die

[Message Deleted]

Kuniku<3: hope my favourite cumslut got a good rest <3

Kuniku<3: i’ve been doing a good job right? sooo u will give me a break right?

Kuniku<3: i took the liberty of picking date ideas so what do u wanna do??

[Your answer]

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redgoldsparks · 7 months

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September Reading and Reviews by Maia Kobabe

I post my reviews throughout the month on Storygraph and Goodreads, and do roundups here and on patreon. Reviews below the cut.

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese by Deya Muniz

Lady Camembert is the only child of Count Camembert, but as a daughter she cannot inherit unless she marries. She refuses, and after her father's death takes up a different life in the capital city, far from her hometown: she pretends to be the male heir to her father's title. This feels like the perfect solution, except then she meets Princess Brie, and as feelings begin to develop between them, Cam despairs that her secret identity means she can never be anything more than friends with the Princess. This is a beautifully drawn book, sweet and silly, full of cheese puns and historical anachronisms.

The Yakuza’s Bias vol 1 by Teki Yatsuda

Yakuza member Ken Kanashiro's life is changed when the daughter of the clan leader he works for takes him along to a kpop concert. Ken is moved by the kpop idol group's commitment, hard work, passion, and loyalty to each other and their fans. His introduction to fandom, and new social media friends, bring a breath of fresh air into his violent and dangerous life... and like most fervent fans, he starts trying to convince the people around him to stan the group to greater or lesser success. This manga series is very much in the same tone as Way of the House Husband but I appreciated the slightly longer chapters and the growing ensemble cast. It's a silly concept but with moments of genuine feeling as it shows how loving something can connect you to a whole new community.

Of Thunder and Lightning by Kimberly Wang

This is a beautiful, meta deconstruction of battle-robot manga; it plays with POV, with format, and theme. Two corporate nations struggle for dominance in a ruined world. Each spreads propaganda about the other; each has developed a pop-star like AI robot avatar, which battle each other in televised combat with custom costumes and snappy catch phrases. These robots, Magni and Dimo, exist only to destroy each other, but also find in each other their only equal. They both savor their violent encounters, but both are pushed by their creators and handlers to destroy the other. The story is half devastating elegance, half tongue-in-cheek satire. This title is most easily available through the publisher's website and I highly recommend it.

Blackward by Lawrence Lindell

Four friends, Lika, Amor, Lala, and Tony, bonded in a bookclub over being Black, queer, weird and punk. They clearly see the need for a community space for folks like themselves, but struggle with how and where to build that space. After their first attempt is ruined by trolls, they ask for guidance from a local bookstore owner and zine fest organizer. So the idea for the Blackward Zine Fest is born, an event to showcase creativity, make new connections, and maybe even find dates. This book doesn't shy away from the negative sides of existing and creating as a minority in public, but it is also a celebration of friendship and community and the power of comics!

Assassin’s Quest by Robin Hobb read by Paul Boehmer

What an exciting, explosive end to this trilogy! Fitz starts this book as low as a man can be, having returned from near death, with nearly every person who has ever known him believing him dead. He has to learn how to be human again, and learn how to care, and figure out his plans now that he has hypothetical total freedom. But the Red Ships are still pounding the Six Duchies shores, and Regal has withdrawn the strength and wealth of the Duchies inland. Verity is still missing on his endless quest. The beginning drags a little, but after the mid point of this book it is CONSTANT action and adventure, with so many twists and turns, and such a payoff at the end. If you like high fantasy, I highly recommend this series, and I'm so glad I chose to revisit it this summer.

I Thought You Loved Me by Mari Naomi

This is a long, thoughtful look at a friendship breakup, told through prose, letters, diary excerpts, collage, and comics. Mari met Jodie in high school where they bonded as rebellious teens seeking freedom from parental and academic rules. They loved the same music, both dropped out of school, and moved in the same circle of Bay Area folks for years. They were best friends- until Jodie cut Mari out of her life suddenly and unexpectedly. Years later, Mari was still trying to piece together what had happened, from lies, misunderstandings, secrets, affairs, communications lost in transit or responded to by the wrong recipient. Friendship breakups can be equally as devastating as romantic breakups- sometimes even more, as there's no societal norms on how to mourn them, and because we often expect friends to remain in our lives forever. This memoir was honest about how memory fades, how easy it can be to remember only the good or only the bad of a person colored through a specific lens, but also hopeful about the possibility of reconnection. No memoir is over while it's characters still live, and this one took more twists and turns than I was expecting! Beautiful and thought provoking.

Enemies by Svetlana Chmakova

This fourth installment in the Berrybrook series is just as charming and warmhearted as the previous volumes. This one focuses on Felicity, an artist who struggles with time management and deadlines, and with comparisons to her hyper-organized, science-fair winning younger sister. Wanting to prove herself, Felicity joins a competition for kid entrepreneurs. But coming up with a winning idea proves more difficult than she expected, especially when her partner keeps suggesting completely impossible ideas. Also, one of her best friends from elementary school stopped talking to her and now glares daggers at Felicity and she has no idea why. It's hard to keep your head up in middle school with all of the swirling emotions, homework, personal projects, and still maintain high scores in the most popular new online multi-player combat game. But Felicity has the love and support of her family- all she has to do is be willing to ask for help.

Skip by Molly Mendoza

The art in this book is absolutely gorgeous, and the page layouts are stunning. The story opens with a child, Bloom, and a nonbinary adult, Bee, surviving in a post apocalyptic world. But Bee goes off to help a stranger and then Bloom falls through an Alice-in-Wonderland like rabbit hole into multiple different trippy, strange settings were they are generally much tinier than all the other inhabitants. There's a nice through line about friendship and trusting yourself, but ultimately I found the story too ungrounded and loose to have a deep emotional impact.

Alexander, The Servant and The Water of Life book 1 by Reimena Yee

I am so impressed by the scope, artistic skill, and inventiveness of this work! The author weaves together multiple, at times conflicting, tales of Alexander the Great. It's drawn in rich colors and a wide variety of styles, many of which reference specific historical manuscript traditions from medieval European to Islamic to East Asian. I love the way the flashbacks are worked into the frame narrative, I love the shifting art styles, I am awed by the size of this project. And you can read most of this first volume online for free here on the author's website.

Ocean’s Echo by Everina Maxwell read by Raphael Corkhill

This is a creative and gripping follow up to Winter's Orbit. Set in the same larger universe but focusing on a new set of main characters in a new sector of space, this extremely slow burn romance is satisfyingly dense with military and political intrigue. Tennal is the nephew of the Legislator of Orshun; he's also a Reader, or someone who can telepathically read the emotions and surface thoughts of the people around him; he's also the black sheep of his family, a party boy and general fuck up. His aunt forces him into an army position with the intention of having him permanently mind-linked to an Architect, a soldier with the flip side of Tennal's skill- the ability to control people's minds. Tennal is horrified and begins to think of every possible way he can avoid this fate. But much larger forces are at play around him, from the mystery of a semi-destroyed scientific lab relocated in the middle of chaotic space, lies about the creation of Readers and Architects, and a coup in the making. This book is heavier on the sci-fi elements than the relationship progression, but that suited me just fine and I look forward to hopefully reading more installments in this series!

Sunshine by Jarrett J Krosoczka

When author Jarrett Krosoczka was in high school he had the opportunity to volunteer for a week at a camp for kids with cancer, their siblings, and parents. Jarrett had no idea what to expect, but he packed his sketchbook and an open mind. The experience changed his outlook forever. He had his own problems back home: a family affected by addiction and absent parents which lead to him being raised by his grandparents. But in the company of children facing life-threatening illnesses his own concerns fell away. He built relationships with some families that lasted for decades after his time at the camp. Painted in soft gray with hints of yellow and orange, this book offers an honest look at families facing the very worst circumstances and still heading out into woods to find community, friendship, and a breath of peace at a nature camp.

The Out Side: Trans and Nonbinary Comics edited by The Kao

A really charming collection of nonbinary and trans stories! Most focus on coming out, but a few talk about a later in the process piece of trans life, such as getting top surgery. I enjoyed seeing which pieces of the stories echoed each other, appearing universal, and which stood out as unique to an individual's experience.

Hard Reboot by Django Wexler read by Morgan Hallett

Set far in the future, this sci-fi novella follows a researcher from an extra-terrestrial human settlement on a scientific tourist trip back to "Old Earth". A misunderstanding leads to her accepting a very large bet on the outcome of a mecha battled, and when she losses and can't pay, she has to team up with a mecha fighter to try and win the next round to get her money back. I was able to predict the majority of the twists of this story within the first quarter of the book, but it was still fairly entertaining as a short audiobook listen.

Best. Ceremony. Ever: How to Make the Serious Wedding Stuff Unique by Christopher Shelley

I just officiated a wedding for the first time in my life, and this book (while cheesy) did actually help me get started writing the ceremony speech. It gave me the general outline of the beats I needed to hit, and some smart ideas of little touches or moments to include. The book is very inclusive of same-sex couples, which I really appreciated. Its also padded out with a completely unnecessary 50 page glossary of terms, so I only really read/skimmed the first three quarters of it, but I'd still recommend it if you are either planning or officiating a wedding.

#reading #book reviews #comics #reading reviews #maia kobabe

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fickleminder · 11 months

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Obey Me Masterlist

All writings feature GN!MC unless otherwise stated :)

✨ = Popular!

Masterlist Directory >> HERE

Latest:

forget you

You saw an opportunity to walk away, and you took it.

Inspired by the Glass pop quiz.

Fics:

sacrificial lamb > part 1, part 2 ✨

The impossible choice between you and the Devildom.

Inspired by the Frost pop quiz.

seven supervillains and one (1) normie

You move in with seven normal, law-abiding housemates.

Written for the Devildom zine.

be good ✨

AU inspired by this prompt: Humans are born with demon counterparts to protect them. The more innocent and pure a person is, the more mean, fierce, and terrifying their demon becomes.

Halloween 2023 fic.

date night

Inspired by @777xara‘s art here.

never after

Not all fairy tales have a happy ending.

Based on Satan’s Breaking Curses Devilgram and this post.

what’s up doc

Based on this post. Dedicated to the Satan simps who didn’t manage to pull his card in the Doctor Nightmare.

Zombie (commissioned art here) ✨

Mini-blurb based on an answered ask by @sparkbeast20.

CW: blood and gore (in both the fic and the art).

would you lie with me (and just forget the world)

When taking out the trash, it’s more efficient to do it all in one go.

Karasu’s Confession Corner ✨

Seeing Karasu, one of Mammon’s crow familiars, at your windowsill isn’t an uncommon occurrence. He likes to stop by sometimes to hang out with you, but today he’s acting oddly for some reason…

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2022 event. Features Mammon x GN!MC.

let us die young (or let us live forever)

Life in the Devildom living with seven demon lords is pretty darn good. If there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that you’re loved, wholly, irrevocably, and forever.

Halloween 2022 fic.

The Escape

You are attacked while alone in the House of Lamentation.

Based on this scenario.

Bad Days ✨

You didn’t sign up to be their therapist, least of all their punching bag.

Inspired by @barbabetos‘ post here.

falling (for you) (commissioned art here) ✨

Five times you fell on Satan, and one time he returned the favor.

Obligatory 5+1 fic featuring Satan x GN!MC.

careful what you wish for

You and Satan find out that sometimes magic wishes have unexpected consequences.

Based on Satan’s Wish-Granting Charm Devilgram.

Food Favors

Mini-blurb based on an answered ask by @house-of-laminations.

Dirty Pop(sicles) ✨

When a human can’t even enjoy a popsicle on the beach without inviting salacious thoughts, you do what you have to do, toothache be damned.

CW: suggestive content but nothing explicit.

crawl to the in-between (part 1, part 2, part 3/?)

While recovering from an attack within the HoL, MC slowly finds out that there’s more to the Devildom than meets the eye.

This AU’s still a work-in-progress, summary to be updated.

forever valentine

Satan gives you flowers every Valentine’s Day.

Spin-off from this scenario (spoiler alert!) with a V-Day twist.

soft kitty, warm kitty

You sing Satan to sleep.

Lyrics taken from Big Bang Theory.

cum laude (commissioned art here) ✨

Season 1 AU. Snapshots from a year in which the human exchange student actually acts like one instead of playing demon family therapist.

Dedicated to all the goody two shoes MCs out there.

Inner Demon ✨

The one where the human exchange student gets possessed by a lesser demon.

Crack-ish fic inspired by this post. CW: mild body horror.

Cuddle Puddle

Technically every week is considered “hell week” in the Devildom, but this particular one has Elleroy ready to throw in the towel and call it quits.

Written for the OM Secret Santa 2021 event. Features Satan x M!OC x Asmo.

of electric rodents and demon butlers

Pokemon AU. Wooing a demon butler who hates rats on principle is a little tricky when you have an electric rodent on your team.

Self-indulgent Pokemon AU.

so wake me up (when it’s all over)

Your demons turn against you.

Halloween 2021 fic.

hear me cry > original, alt ending ✨

The one where the brothers team up to catch you.

Inspired by the Masked pop quiz. CW for alt ending: violence, blood.

Into The Woods > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2

It’s like with Lilith all over again. Hindsight is 20/20, but given the circumstances, Lucifer has no qualms repeating history.

Inspired by The Nature of Sin.

Unholy

You haven’t said a word since you were moved back into your old room, but that’s okay. You’re in one piece, your burns are healing nicely, and there’s cream in the medicine cabinet for the scarring on your wrists and neck. The charred, bloody stumps on your back can wait; all Luke cares about is getting rid of the damned marks those accursed bangles had branded into your skin as they melted off.

Inspired by an answered ask from @obeythebutler.

the years start coming and they don’t stop coming > part 1 (commissioned art here), part 2 ✨

In which Lilith’s return distorts her brothers’ perception of time.

The original replaced!MC AU except we have Satan on our side.

Keeper

"Will one million Grimm be enough?” / “...How much is that in human currency?” / “Good point. One million American dollars it is then. We can say we sold everything at a charity auction or something.”

Inspired by the Angelic pop quiz.

Schrödinger (commissioned art here) ✨

Many ghosts dwell within the House of Lamentation alongside its demonic inhabitants. One in particular takes sick pleasure in tormenting Belphegor. (Alternatively: when the you that disappeared from Mammon’s arms isn’t completely gone)

Halloween 2020 fic.

Idea Blurbs:

no hope, no love, no glory

Replaced!MC AU. Wherein falling out of favor with Mammon has consequences.

weakest link

Inspired by the key route in the Lantern event.

Emergency Contact ✨

MC’s night alone in the HoL takes a turn for the worse.

The Haunting of Serenity Manor

Haunted House AU inspired by this and this.

your name

Mini scenario where MC isn’t really “MC”.

soul on paper

Inspired by Satan’s 2021 birthday pop quiz and UR Devilgram.

equalizer

Features a fighter-MC, lots of OOC characters, and generally dark content.

Incorrect Quotes & Headcanons:

Zero

Sugar Daddy ✨

Saving Daylight

Intimidate

Hidden Skills

Anime Run

Good Workout ✨

Depressed!MC moves into HoL AU ✨

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #masterlist #obey me replaced mc au

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quetzalpapalotl · 1 year

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hi im new to the transformers fandom. i watched half of season 1 of tfa and all of earthspark and Thats It. do u think im qualified to read eugenesis??? or unqualified? or whatever will be more fun?

I mean, I can't tell you whether you're qualified or not to read a fanfic, but I can give you some context so you can decide if you want to:

Eugenesis is a fanfic written by James Roberts (JRo) who would later go to write the fan-favorite comic More Than Meets the Eye in 2012, which is set in the IDW1/IDW 2005 continuity (more info on that here).

Eugenesis was published in 2001 (being a remix of an earlier, incomplete fanfic also by Roberts) when JRo was part of Transmasters UK (TMUK). A group of fans that would distribute zines, organize cons and collectively write their own fanfic continuity based on the Marvel UK comics (the UK version being different from the US version of the comics, more info on that here)

So, ideally, to read Eugenesis with full context, one would need to have read Marvel UK and the previous TMUK stories. You can find the first online, but a great part of the later has been lost to time. @polyhexian is currently working on an archive of TMUK stuff. Luckily, you can make do without any of these (like I did at the time), because Eugenesis comes with a helpful continuity notes guide whihc you can download here, along with the main text.

I would greatly advice to anyone to read that first, even if you have read Marvel UK, because it also covers TMUK stuff. Eugenesis is still going to be a tad confusing at times, but it'll make things so much easier to understand.

As for my personal recommendation, is Eugenesis good? Is it bad? Well, it is an experience, for sure, I'm obsessed with it. I adore how depressing it is, how it has some of the most touching lines I've read followed by the weirdest description choices and oh boy, does the prose drag at times. It's an amateur work in a way that makes it very raw and I love it, it truly is born out of love.

It has value as a piece of fandom history and as a fan of Robert's later work in Transformers. A lot of concepts that JRo introduces in his comics first appear here, and it's interesting to see his influences and the way his prose has evolved.

Now, this is very important, the way the fandom talks about Eugenesis it's as something very silly, JRo writing a fic for his mechpreg kink. And yeah, I also do that because a lot of the stuff in this is premium material for shitposting. But this is NOT something that's worth reading just for the lolz.

Eugenesis is a very depressing read with a lot of potentially triggering material. Including lots of robot body horror and death, some detailed, some just mentioned in passing. Also suicide, suicidal ideation and suicide attempts. One part goes into detail about a character's mental state before taking their own life, including allucinations, but no one here is ina good mental place. There are also death camps, with torture depersonalization and detailed inhumane treatment. This is holocaust with robots. One chapter is literally titled "The Anti Holocaust". It does throw you bones at the end, but at it's core is a book about futility.

Depending on what you can stomatch, it may not actually be that bad, some even wish it was worse. But I don't know you, so I want to give you a fair warning, and I repeat, it is not worth reading just for a laugh.

Sorry for all that infodump. You may do whatever you want with this information. I hope it helps and feel free to ask any more questions!

#eugenesis #quetzal rambles tf

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shootingstarrfish · 25 days

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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333

15 Questions Tag Game

01 - Are you named after anyone?

My grandma!

02 - When was the last time you cried?

...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA

03 - Do you have kids?

Please gaze upon my darling children

04 - What sports do you play/have you played?

I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D

Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha

This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......

05 - Do you use sarcasm?

NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol

06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?

I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH

The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature

07 - What's your eye color?

Dark brown

08 - Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))

09 - Any talents?

At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression

Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it

10 - Where were you born?

Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!

11 - What are your hobbies?

Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol

I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol

At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things

12 - Do you have any pets?

Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333

This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333

And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33

Not a single thought behind those eyes

13 - How tall are you?

Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?

14 - Favourite subject in school?

If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it

15 - Dream job?

To draw anime boys all day...

If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though

Or something with animals

***

I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol

#tag game #THANK U AGAIN MEL <3333

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disabled-dean · 4 months

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hi hello i need to know more about The Last Great American Cowboys 👀👀

Hiiiiii Jenna 💕 (and hiiiii Taylor cuz you asked about this too!)

The Last Great American Cowboys is a poetry & prose chapbook I'm working on about my experience working with my great aunts on their ranch. They are 90 years old and have led literally thee most incredible lives. And now they live in an ambiguous platonic partnership on an unproductive horse ranch in the mountains. I have so so many stories about them (and would love to share more from the collection) but I am late to a meeting and then a cute little procedure!! So I'm just gonna start with the series of poems that got me writing again after five years.

More under the cut and tw for horse death (I got horse death poem three published in a zine last year along with the illustration, Snowfall)

horse death poem one

a horse falls in the barn outside

there's nothing to do but go inside and wait

for the man to come with the heavy tools to bury her.

she has fallen in such a way

that it will be difficult to move her

halfway in and out of the barn,

on the crusted snow that has fallen

off the roof.

if she dies in the stall,

it will be ugly.

her open eyes are glazed

her body frozen.

not upright.

not taking nourishment.

her paddock-mate,

a handsome red gelding,

runs frantic circles

in the pen beside her.

(Horses apparently can become very attached to one another)

Pat says, these ones in particular.

we cover her in an electric blanket.

there is nothing to do but wait.

we go inside.

Pat practices the music

for her upcoming concert.

60 years in the Yakima Symphony

first chair violin.

Micki starts to take

the ornaments down

from the Christmas tree.

The orange barn cat

sneaks inside

as she's taking the wreath

down from the door.

I make bacon at the stove.

we spend

several minutes of lively

debate

trying to tell if it has turned.

Micki says,

"With the things we do and the things we eat, we should be dead by now." and they both laugh.

they tell me a story about getting lost in town the day before, trying to find their hairdresser.

we debate

trying to move

the horse before the man

comes- the first foal

born on this ranch when they moved

from California

33 years ago.

Outside,

she is lying in the sun.

Micki says,

"There's something very sad about putting Christmas away.”

horse death poem two

we go out to the barn

with shovels and pick axes

and try to chip

her frozen hind quarters

free from the ice.

kneeling in snow

and frozen manure.

The orange cat watches solemnly from the stall door.

A long, orange extension cord

is run from the house to power a small, purple hair dryer.

The man has not come.

horse death poem three

The next day a vet comes

with a long silver needle

and we stand around in the snow,

talking about the small,

painted colt

with the hole in her heart

Who -29 years ago-

wasn’t supposed to make it

through the night

(Sorry tumblr fucked with the spacing and I am too late to fix it!!!)

#poetry #origonal work #the last great american cowboys #oh no I am going to cry life and death is beautiful

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noisytenant · 5 months

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personal story, regarding my adoption. poignant? don't know how to describe/warn for this.

first: kind of worried this is tmi? not in the sense of making others uncomfortable, but. "is it wise to share this information online to a sizable audience?"

but, well, i'm probably going to talk about it in a more coherent form eventually (i actually started a zine but didnt continue it; it was 2020, you know the drill), and i don't think it poses much risk to just share.

anyways.

i was adopted from birth, and was aware of my adoption from the beginning. my birth mother was 17(?) when she had me. not hard to see why she wasn't keeping me. never got the sense that i was rejected or abandoned or whatever.

with this knowledge i never really had any problems with being adopted, and mostly thought it was really cool, and that i was lucky. if anything i probably had a chip on my shoulder about it, and this has made me an extremely normal person.

anyways, in the office closet, shoved far in the back corner on a high shelf, was a baby bag that i assumed had things from my childhood.

but it actually had plushes, a doll, and letters from my birth mother--from her to me, and also from her to my parents--that i was unaware of and had never accessed. so it sat untouched for 20 years, i guess. to be fair, i never really asked about my birth mother at all, but... man, bit late for that, isn't it? but better late than never.

anyways, i'm rereading the letters now. some darkly(?) funny parts:

"...I know you guys [my parents] are everything you said you would be, and probably more." The "probably" is really fucking funny to me

She mentions that they (collectively) didn't negotiate how much contact they planned to have after the birth and adoption, which I think is really funny and typical of my parents. She was thankful about it, but whatever amount of pictures and letters my parents sent (I get the sense not many--maybe 3? 4?) was evidently not ideal. Really, what a situation to be in. When DO you cut the cord there?

She attached some printouts of "special emotional needs" for adoptees. The very first: "I need parents who are skillful at meeting their own emotional needs so that I can grow up with healthy role models and be free to focus on my development". Lol. LMAO.

Another: "I may appear more whole than I actually am. I need your help to uncover the parts of myself that I keep hidden, so I can integrate all the elements of my identity." Oh buddy... MISSION FAILED!

some observations and more poignant parts:

It's really weird to think that she was younger than me when she wrote these.

I think there is a photo of her and the father, but I'm not sure if we were certain about him. She was seemingly going steady with him since they got engaged after I was born, and I do have similar eyebrows (for the record, one of my best features). But the resemblance is challenging to discern. Neither of them seem to have as prominent a nose as mine, that's an index original.

She was evidently into scrapbooking/stationery; several of the cards are handmade. Thick cardstock, fancy hole punches, embossing powder and delicate stickers. It's easy to imagine the process of them being made. You can kind of feel the love coming off them, or whatever.

She mentioned struggling to write a letter for me. It's somewhat reassuring because I also struggle to write letters for people. In the end I think the pictures and craftsmanship did much of the speaking for her. The letter is three sentences long.

In the "special emotional needs" pages, one also says, "I suffered a profound loss before I was adopted." I get frustrated when people assert adoption trauma at me without considering my circumstances. I dislike the sentiment that blood relations are less traumatic when I think that the family structure itself is traumatic. But I do have this strong sense that I was born into grief, and reading some of these pages (and sidestepping the multiple Christian-specific ones, damn you) provided some interesting reflection on that.

She apparently made a scrapbook for me, presumably including the pictures she received from my parents. I am quite curious about their letters. I guess if I reach out I could see, but it's difficult to know what to say. ...And I'm transgender.

lastly:

there's a photo of her the day after she had me, standing outside and smiling. she has what appears to be a cigarette in her hand. This is, I like to believe, the source of all the problems in my life.

#indexed post #mothers /#infertility /#pregnancy /#teenage pregnancy /#parents /

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nbdraws · 1 year

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we doing another manga panel redraw,,,, i am forcing myself to finish this dumb project as soon as possible

#nicole draws fanart #inukag #InuYasha #Kagome Higurashi #zine: Born to Meet You

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lovetransaction · 6 months

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@nameslikeguns tagged me!

1. Are you named after anyone? Not at all. I'm not even sure where my mother got my name (which is Marissa btw) because nobody else in the family is named like that and it's not even popular in the West Indies.

2. When was the last time you cried? One of the mutuals -- I cannot recall who right now -- referred to the second Brahms movie as "Brahms: The Boy 2: More Boy" and I told my sister that when she mentioned the movie earlier tonight and we both laughed so hard we got weepy

3. Do you have kids? I do not and I never will!!

4. What sports do you play/have played? Zero.

5. Do you use sarcasm? I used to be sarcastic nonstop. It was the nineties. Then I realized that my brand was particularly nasty because I was subconsciously imitating my mother, and now I'm not like that anymore.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Whether they meet my eyes. I engage in freakishly unsettling eye contact. In university the professors would either seek me out in the classroom because I was guaranteed to be staring attentively right at them, or they'd avoid me because idk I might steal their soul. When I worked as a purchaser for a film school I nearly made one supplier cry because I looked directly and unwaveringly at him after asking questions.

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown. (I was wearing grey fashion contacts when I made the supplier cry)

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Boo pretentious answer but whatever serves the narrative and the characters and the emotional arc.

9. Any talents? A few. I'm a decent singer and writer.

10. Where were you born? Eastern Canada.

11. What are your hobbies? Video games, writing, obsessing over foodways, watching tons of movies/tv, art blogging (I'm not an artist myself but I love it)

12. Do you have any pets? One black cat who's very grim and small (she weighs 8 lbs) named Meera.

13. How tall are you? Five foot two. If this fandom was Grey's Anatomy, I'd be Dr. Bailey.

14. Favorite subject in school? In high school, English Lit and Drama. In post-secondary it was Women's & Gender Studies and Poli Sci with a focus on critical race theory.

15. Dream job? I did (volunteer) copy editing/reviewing for an online women-run zine for comics & pop culture and that was pretty enjoyable. I'd like to do that as a paid job.

I went out for Japanese BBQ tonight and I'm sated and sleepy so I will tag everyone who sees this and hasn't done it yet! <3

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slate-skylar · 14 days

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vox veritatis; self-para

Cress had fallen asleep. The labor had not been terribly difficult or complicated, would probably have been handled just fine at home, but Slate was glad they were in the hospital, as every time Cress had gasped in a particular way, or looked at him with fear, he had asked the nurses if something was wrong, if Cress and the baby were okay. The nurses, for their part, had been kind enough, as kind as Capitolites could be. The doctor who had delivered Kya was also kind, and she'd offered Slate the opportunity to cut the cord, which he had declined as he had no feeling in either of his hands at that point thanks to the death clutch that Cress had had on them throughout the labor.

It was over now, though; Kyanite had been born, whisked away to be measured, weighed, cleaned, and returned to them in a little hat and a blanket. She was impossibly tiny, and now Cress slept and Slate sat in the chair next to the bed, his arms stiff as he held her just so, the way he had been shown by Hestia the very first time he'd held one of his siblings. He was afraid of jostling her, breathing on her, doing anything at all that might wake her and bring her to the screaming she'd been born with, her voice a match for her mother's and father's already. She'd wake Cress, but she'd also break this moment apart, end it, and he didn't want it to end.

It was just them for a moment. At peace. The world was still, the child was still, and sober, completely sober for the first time in months, Slate was remembering.

Cress backstage. Him, in his costume. Interview. Her spitting, scathing: "You’d rather die with your pride than fight for the chance to meet them."

Bramble on the beach. Dying. Too late to save her. “I hope, someday, you’ll forgive me.”

And Nettle, running toward the edge of the ship; Mercuria, high in the air, flying, flying—

Bramble's voice again. “I hope you get to meet her. And I hope she understands, someday, why we did…what we did. Will you tell her about us? Me, and Nettle, and Merc?”

Slate's fingers traced Kya's face. Tiny, too tiny to tell whose nose she had, whose cheeks. The skin fresh and strange. And him, safe. Lip trembling. Heart having been emptied of its contents, filling up again now.

Bramble's voice wouldn't leave. Echoing still, him hearing as if through the ear that was gone: "You still have a purpose. Meta Morphic, Skylar, Flint- you're the product of all of them, Slate. You're Vox Veritatis. The voice of truth."

Slate looked up, eyes scanning the room. He wasn't safe to speak here, not aloud, not to Kya or Cress. He couldn't say anything real or true, in fact hadn't said anything real or true in six months. Not since the beach. Not since the Arena. That voice of truth had been swept away with the tide, and he closed his eyes now, bowed his head.

What had it been for? All of it? He'd never been convinced in some larger truth or purpose to everything, didn't think there was a hand of fate controlling everyone, and yet, it had to have been for something. Mercuria's faith and resolve. Nettle's love and certainty. Bramble's wisdom and passion. You still have a purpose.

The purpose: to protect Kya? She slept peacefully. She would be in a reaping bowl, one which Snow was still in charge of. They could do what they could: be mouthpieces, be good, well-behaved. But the names would still be printed; they would still be placed into bowls; hers would be among them, each time. Each and every time. And she was too small, too good. She was brand new, and what had he done to clear the world she was being born into of its horrors?

Long time ago -- he'd published a zine. He'd written words. Long time. He'd burned it all. It was still going, in the hands of others, the voices of others. But his had faded. Now his voice spoke of the Arena and the power of the Games in a new way -- patriot, good boy. Kya slept in his arms and he felt, suddenly, purely, like the traitor he had become.

Traitor not to Panem, no. Traitor to the children.

To her, to all of them. The other ones being born right now in places far worse than this. Wrapped in blankets not nearly as nice or as clean. Sucking for nourishment from a breast that wouldn't come, starting their life as they would spend it: hungry.

And what had he done?

Long time ago: he had written some words.

Long time ago.

"You still have a purpose."

Vox Veritatis, sitting in the hospital chair, holding his child. May her world be better than mine. He cleared his throat.

#135 #writings #icarus burning

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hitthebooksposts · 11 months

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Cinnamon Snail

An @omgzineplease fic preview (Zine releases for free June 5th)...

Ships: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmerman, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight

Rating: G

Summary:

It's ten years since graduation. While looking after Lardo and Shitty's new bundle of joy, Jack starts to wonder what the rest of his life with Bitty might look like.

(Preview under the cut)

“En kop kaffe og en kanelsnegl, tak,” Shitty said as clearly as he could, hoping his American accent didn’t mangle his Danish. The café he’d taken Lardo to was in the center of Copenhagen, and he was getting by on the smattering of Danish he’d picked up from a month of language app study.

While watching Danish crime dramas during late-night feeds with Timmy, he'd become acutely aware of how one part of Denmark pronounced words varied vastly from the other side of the country. In some ways, it made trying to learn Danish through an app a hit-and-miss exercise.

“Am I right that the translation of ‘kanelsnegl’ is literally ‘cinnamon snail’?” Lardo asked as they finished ordering. They were both having the same, though Lardo would be doctoring her coffee with ample spoons of sugar once it arrived.

“You would be,” Shitty replied with a smile. It was twelve hours and counting since they’d landed in Denmark and as he waited for his cinnamon roll and coffee, Shitty tried to ignore the worry attempting to crawl up the back of his spine.

The trip marked their first prolonged absence from Timmy since he’d been born nine months ago. And Timmy was the first anything that Shitty found he couldn’t be completely chill about. I guess that’s what it means to be a parent, Shitty thought as the coffee bean grinder in the corner kicked into gear. Constantly worrying and hoping for the best.

“How do you think Bitty and Jack are doing?” Lardo asked, pushing back her long black hair. The undercut was fresh and only two days old. It wasn’t that Lardo was vain, Shitty had found in their marriage, it was that she liked meeting her preferred sense of style as closely as possible at all times.

Shitty flashed back to a week prior when pureed carrot and sweet potato had become spattered over the suit jacket he had returned home wearing that day.

“I’m sure they’re doing fine.” Shitty looked at his watch and estimated it was just coming up to four in the morning back in Rhode Island. He tried not to think about the jet lag that was still waiting to hit him.

#check please #omg check please #omgcp #omgcp fanfic #omg check please fanfic #bitty/jack #shitty/lardo #zine please

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potensh · 9 months

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fanks u @fall-dog for the tag! eeeee

are you named after anybody? yes! one of my parents fav singers, maddy prior! even tho i dont go by my birth name anymore its kinda fun. she sings my fav christmas album of all time

when was the last time you cried? when i was at my old place packing up my stuff and the moving truck arrived and i wasn't done packing and i was all embarassed and overwhelmed. got a big hug from me mum tho and it was okay in the end.

do you have kids? noooo but i rly want them. babbie. pls

do you use sarcasm a lot? yes? but i always explain it straight after i say it incase anyone is confused so um. it possibly doesnt land.

what sports do you/have you played? tried a whole bunch in pe and did dance and swimming after school as a kid? i feel like i could have been rly good at soccer if i wasnt passionately against team sport lol

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? maybe their voice? when meeting new people i like. dont look at them at all for like the first bit

what's your eye colour? hazel? i think?

scary movies or happy endings? both both both! love a scary movie and a sweet happy nice time ending

any special talents? i can learn how to do pretty much anything from a youtube video

where were you born? melbourne!

what are your hobbies? art and crafts! zine making and knitting and sewing and painting and drawing! a bit of writing and podficcing! organising and putting stuff in places

do you have any pets? nooo my baby meeshi died last year and the place im moving cant have cats so i havent gotten a new one :(

how tall are you? 175cm methinks!

favourite subject at school? art! it was super challenging in yr 11 and 12 but in the best best way. very fulfilling

dream job? eeeeh i dont rly have one lol. i loved being an early childhood educator, which is what i trained for after school, but i cant do that anymore bc of disability reasons which. is sad. but i like not having a job, and would probably be fine if i never had one again.

tagging @foreverlibrary @colgatebluemintygel @somerubberband if u want to do it!!! <3

#ramblings

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polyhexian · 1 year

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I've always been fascinated by time just before mine. I was born in 1993, but I find myself drawn to things made for the childhoods of those born in the 1980s, things I just missed. Transformers, zines, web 1.0. I feel a misplaced nostalgia for a time I wasn't in. I know I'm not the only one, but it's a bizarre romanticization. I love the crinkle of a real paper zine in my hands. I imagine someone in 1995 at the library hand stapling together dozens of papers they just paid to copy on the xerox printer so they can ship them out across the country to people they have never and will never meet who also care so so much about the same thing they do. Typing out fanfiction on a typewriter or word processor or writing it by hand knowing only a few dozen people will ever see it but doing it anyway with love and passion because that's why you've done it. You love it. This tiny world within this passion, fueled by love and excitement and intrigue even when it manifests with discourse or arguments, it's got a selflessness to it. You don't make money in spaces like this. You break even at best. No one makes zines for profit. Hell, even now even today. You don't sell toys or comics or games for profit. You do it to break even. You do it to make just enough money to keep doing it. There's very few people who make real money selling vintage games or action figures or comics. The people who do aren't there for the love of it. If you want to make money, you do something else.

But people don't always want to make money. Sometimes they just want to share that love and passion they feel with others and receive their love and passion back. Feel that sense of community. To make things that matter to someone, even if it's only one or two people. To be recognized.

I stopped doing conventions during the pandemic, but I'd done them for years with my boyfriend. Like, two dozen or more a year every year. And then suddenly I stopped. And this past year he's started going again, but I didn't. Finally, recently, I did go again, and I was constantly stopped by familiar faces lighting up to call me by name and say they'd missed me, they'd wondered if I was dead, good to see you back! This community is so small, you remember who's in it. Your absence is noticed. The void I left behind was not invisible.

How could I not romanticize that kind of thing? It's something beautiful. I want to make things I care about and other people care about and I don't want to worry about rent or food or my health and I don't want other people to either. I don't want to profit. I don't want to climb up in the world. I only want to be happy and be around others who are, but it seems so unachievable. So there's art and there's content. And content is art and art is content, but there's Art... and there's Content.

Some days the yearning gets to me and I wish I lived in a nice little home in the middle of nowhere with a yard and a dog and some chickens and fast internet and a grocery store I can walk to and some rich weirdo will send me a monthly check to make whatever weird thing I'm obsessed with at the moment. I want to make something cool and exciting to share. I want to make an experience for others to have. I want to tell a story. I want to share a feeling. I want that to be enough.

It's not enough. I'm getting older and it's getting harder to figure out how to Be Happy doing things. Most of the things I wanted to do when I was little don't exist anymore. Entire industries or art forms that are just gone. I'm getting existential on main and I need some bejewelled to calm down

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SteveTony Weekly - June 5

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I read this week. Be sure to leave your author a comment or kudos if you enjoy a story!

***Marks my recent favorites

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Hidden Facets by Sineala

The weirdest consequence of Tony's unexpected telepathy is not the fact that he now knows Steve has secret gay fantasies. It's not even the fact that Tony has a starring role in them. That's absolutely fine. Better than fine, even. But what Tony can't figure out is why all of Steve's secret gay fantasies about him are so goddamn sad.

Take Me Home by iam93percentstardust, Sagana_Rojana_Olt

Bucky thinks he and Steve have found a meal. He's wrong - they've found a mate.

Sore Winner by Captain_Panda

You ever meet a couple who does puzzles together?

That's Steve and Tony. Except they're not a couple.

They just keep meeting in the middle, because Tony's competitive streak and Steve's midnight boredom both yearn for satiation.

Also, Tony Stark refuses to lose.

****Today Was a Fairytale by iam93percentstardust

Today was a fairytale

You've got a smile that takes me to another planet

Every move you make everything you say is right

Today was a fairytale

Steve gives Tony daisies.

And it’s… nice.

Tony’s suitors send him roses and exotic orchids and genetically modified blossoms that bloom in impossible colors no one could ever hope to find in nature. His mother makes sure there’s always a fresh bouquet of irises in his room—they usually come from her own garden, but he still doesn’t know how she manages to find them even in the middle of winter.

And Steve… Steve gives him daisies.

When I Think (Oh, it Terrifies Me) by celli

Look, some mornings you wake up and little green men are invading New York City; some mornings you wake up and you can hear Captain America's voice in your head. Tony has been an Avenger long enough that he saves his freakout for important things.

The Sound Silence Makes by ladyshadowdrake

“We need exactly what we don’t have,” Tony observed, annoyed and tired. He started to giggle and couldn’t stop himself. “Power.”

He cast a glance back at the door, sealed shut behind him, and he didn’t foresee the cavalry charging through anytime soon with a generator and a bomb kit. Tony took a deep breath and asked, “How much reserve power does the suit have, J?”

“The suit is currently running on the arc reactor, sir. You have approximately one hour of power remaining before the reactor reaches critical levels.”

Devil with an Easy Grin by ladyshadowdrake

Steve meets a charismatic stranger at a club for a one night stand, and expects to never see him again.

Breaking Tony by AvocadoLove

In a world where everyone is born beta, leaders chosen by newly founded packs become alpha. Omegas are not born or made, they are broken.

Steve wants Tony to become the Avenger's omega.

familiar, unbidden by ohjustpeachy

Tony was a great friend, and an even better teammate, once they got past the ugliness of their first few weeks together. He didn’t want to mess it up. He didn’t want to fall for the first person who was kind to him, who looked at him like a person rather than a medical marvel or a tactical miracle, in his whole long life. How pathetic would that be?

Or, after a near-kiss with Tony, Steve takes off on a cross-country road trip in the hopes of making peace with his past and his present.

Failed Step One by SoldiersShield, zappedbysnow

So no, the real problem is not that Steve Rogers is the love of Tony's life and he never had the chance to tell him; the problem is that he’s the love of his life and he has no idea how to tell him. Regardless of his aversion to both shellfish and overused metaphors, the world is Tony's oyster now. He’s got one shot at this, and under no circumstances can he screw it up.

So, naturally, he screws it up in a way that only Tony Stark could be capable of.

(Or: Tony accidentally proposes before they're dating, because the man's a god damn mess.)

Written for the SteveTony Better Together Zine!

Jink by FestiveFerret

When Steve agrees to dog sit for Colonel Rhodes, he doesn't expect Rhodes' unusual, intriguing, and painfully attractive whirlwind of a best friend to show up unannounced.

Growth Spurt by FestiveFerret

Tony: Remember that guy I had the hots for in high school that I was telling you about?

Rhodey: The Steve guy? Yeah.

Tony: He's here.

Rhodey: Oh shit.

Tony: He grew a beard.

Rhodey: ...

Rhodey: You're fucked.

Tony: IKR.

The Problem With Communication by itsallAvengers

Steve is terrible at flirting, but when he finally picks up the courage to talk to the adorable barista who makes his drinks, he finds himself hitting a small snag:

That being, Tony is deaf. He doesn't know what Steve is saying.

But never say Steve Rogers does not rise to a challenge.

***Dangerous Kitchen Tools by ladyshadowdrake

Engineering prodigy, billionaire, and heir to the Stark Industries empire, Tony Stark turned the business world on its head by opening a restuarant and burying himself in the kitchen. Years later, he covers an informal evening cooking class for his friend and fellow molecular gastronomist, Bruce Banner, where he meets famously camera-shy comic artist Steve Rogers.

***Early Morning Calls by Tahlruil

There's nothing quite like getting yanked out of a dead sleep by a phone call, especially when you don't even know the person on the other end. But when you're as used to crazy as Steve, staying on the line doesn't seem like a bad idea at all.

And I'd Buy A Big House Where We Both Could Live by shinkonokokoro

Missing: Tony Stark, billionaire businessman, heir to Stark Industries, reward: none

Only Steve didn't know that when he picked up the waterlogged unconscious man from the bank of a river.

Survival by missbecky

Usually it's just an academic question: how far would you go to survive in hell? Two years as a prisoner in Jotunheim, and Tony Stark knows exactly what it takes to stay alive. Even if it costs him his humanity.

Out of Many Waters by Arukou

A freak accident sends Tony and Steve hurtling onto an alien planet. They've only each other for survival, and both have an unfortunate tendency towards monumentally stupid self-sacrifice.

In a Land of Shadow by Bragi151, LePeru (Nizah)

Steve Rogers has woken up in a post apocalyptic Earth with no memory of how he got there. Guided by the ghost of Tony Stark, Steve finds his way through the wasteland to try and fix his world, or at least stop other worlds from meeting a similar fate. At least, that's who he thinks is guiding him and what he thinks he's doing. Steve isn't quite sure himself. See End Notes for Warnings.

Secrets of a Successful Marriage by valtyr

Tony Stark lives a double life; he's secretly the supervillain known as Iron Man. But his loving husband Steve has a few secrets of his own, as Tony is about to discover.

you don't need me (but you won't leave me) by brandnewfashion

It was a gradual thing.

There was no shock of lightning, no epiphany or choir of angels.

There was no particular moment where Tony was struck with the realization that he was in love with Steve Rogers.

Apparently Only One Meal From Barbarism by valtyr

The Savage Land: "All kinds of mutates and dinosaurs and big cheetahs and a surprising amount of acceptable nudity." - Spider-Man

The Highest Form of Friendship by ChibiSquirt

“Imagine if I’d met you back in my hellion days,” Tony says, and Steve groans out loud.

There’s a mental image, here. Well, Steve’s a visual kind of guy; mental images are how he operates.

The mental image is of a baby Tony - okay, not baby; Heyday Tony, let’s call him - and Heyday Tony has dark eyes and a wide mouth, and the little pin-scratch frown that Nowadays Tony wears all the time these days has been magically retrotransformed into a confident smirk. Heyday Tony has the same lean strength that Nowadays Tony has, but he looks taller because he bears himself more aggressively, more straight-backed. Heyday Tony has poofy hair and a tendency to look all the way down, and all the way back up, at a person - regardless of gender - before meeting their eyes.

Steve knows: he’s seen the videos.

Has maybe studied the videos. Has maybe spent more time on that activity than strictly appropriate...

“Can we not?” he pleads. “It didn’t happen that way, and it did happen this way, and that’s how it is.”

With a Child's Heart by Scarlet_Ribbons

“Oh, god.” Steve whispers, sounding as horrified as Tony feels. “You’re so young. Tony, he’s so young.”

Spider-Man coughs once, a frail, baby-bird sound.

The (Not Really) Secret Origins of Movie Night by nightwalker

Somewhere along the line the Avengers have become a pretty good team. But Tony's still the odd man out, and Steve's determined to change that.

we should just kiss like real people do by theappleppielifestyle

Hoodie-guy stops in front of Steve just as he snaps, “FINE, I want to bang Tony Stark like a screen door in a hurricane, could we drop it now?”

“UM,” Sam says, loud enough that they both turn to look at him. He’s wide-eyed as he jerks his head meaningfully, gestures getting looser and more pointed as they continue not to get it.

Steve stares at him. This is why Sam is never picked for a partner when they all play Charades.

There’s a tap on his shoulder, and Steve turns to see Hoodie-guy smiling. Steve opens his mouth to say do you need something when he realizes why the man’s face is so familiar.

“Hi,” says Tony Stark.

Steve blurts the first thing he thinks. “Fuck.”

Visible At last by AvocadoLove

Based in a world where everyone has a soulmate's name written on their arm -- but not visible to the world until they touch.

1-900-SOULMATE by SailorChibi

Later, Tony would maintain that it wasn’t his fault. He was drunk and bored (lonely) and it just… happened.

Pepper would look at him and, in the driest tone that Tony had ever heard, remark that he was the only person in the history of the world who would stumble across their soulmate while drunk dialing a phone sex line.

Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but love requires real courage. Steve struggles with letting someone into his life. Tony tries to keep his heart intact while Steve works on his issues.

Craving a realistic depiction of a romantic relationship featuring PTSD, mental health issues, and characters who discuss their problems? This might be for you. No magic fixes here but a happy ending is guaranteed!

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