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Future

Logan Howlett x Female!Reader Rating: E (Explicit-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT) Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, explicit PiV sex as well as oral sex (M&F receiving), breeding kink, and daddy kink (oof) Word count: A little over 8.3k Synopsis: Logan goes back to the past in an attempt to save the world, but more importantly- you. (Set in X-Men Days of Future Past and switches between Logan and Reader's POV) Author’s note: Something about Logan makes me absolutely insane to the point that I wrote the longest most explicit sex scene I've ever written.... please enjoy P.S. I do not have a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on! Comments and reblogs make my day! Main Masterlist

LOGAN’S POV

The future was dark and bleak. A war of uncontrollable violence, more than Logan had ever seen in his long life. 

The only bright spot in such a horrific future was you. You were the peace and rest his aching soul had long been searching for. 

It started as two people seeking solace and relief in one another, but the foundation of friendship created something so much more significant than either of you could have predicted. 

You became the planet around which he orbited. The home he never thought he’d find. The balm to his raging fire. 

Despite the hell that was life in the future, he had you. It was fitting that it caused the world falling to shit for him to finally find you. 

His self deprecating thoughts also told him that it was fitting that he lost you too. He didn’t deserve a love so pure and bright. He didn’t deserve such happiness when everyone else he cared about was either suffering or dead. 

All the blood on his hands left him marked, scarred, filthy down to his soul. But you looked past all of that, claimed you loved him anyway, claimed him. 

He was yours completely, worshiped at the altar of your affection, would go any lengths for you- do anything you ask. 

He would do anything to protect you, and it was the biggest black mark on his soul, after an extended lifetime full of mistakes, that he wasn’t able to protect you when it mattered the most. 

He shredded the sentinels, the unkillable soldiers in his rage, but one had slipped past his defenses, used your own healing powers against you and sucked the life right from you. Snuffed out your bright light all too soon. 

He killed, and killed, and killed- and it still didn’t bring you back. 

No one and nothing but him made it out of that abandoned warehouse that night. It was the tipping point for him, it made him bloodthirsty and reckless. It made him willing to go along with Charles and Eric’s ridiculous plan. 

As he laid down on the stone slab and allowed the young mutant to send him to the past, his thoughts were only on you. 

Everyone knew what his hopes were, but it went unspoken for fear it wouldn’t come true. Logan went back to the past with the desperate desire that he would wake up in a future in which you were still alive. A future he hadn’t already destroyed with the worst mistake he’d ever made. A better future. One you deserved, he would give you anything and everything you asked if he could bring you back. 

He woke in 1973 in the arms of a woman who wasn’t you, a woman he didn’t really remember. He hadn’t met you yet in 1973, unfortunately it would be a long while before he met you. And besides, he didn’t have time to search for you, he only had enough time for his mission. 

He could only hold onto the hope that he would see you again in the future, if he could change things for the better- if he could finally do something right. 

You were his motivation through dealing with younger versions of Charles and Eric, through all the missteps and mistakes, he tried his best to not lose hope. 

One last chance, after the mess that was Paris, this intervention was the only possibility of setting things right. 

They had to prevent Raven from killing Trask at this ridiculous anti-mutant presentation. Logan was inclined to agree with Raven at this point, but he knew the outcome of that decision and it was one he couldn’t live with. 

He and Hank made their way through the large crowds as Hank pushed Charles’ wheelchair, all focused only on their task at hand. Logan scanned the crowd, looking for Mystique despite the fact that Charles would be the only one able to find her. 

A voice met his ears, one that made his spine go rod straight. A voice he had unconsciously trained himself to seek out over years. 

“I really don’t want to be here,” the voice grumbled. 

Logan whipped his head to the left so quickly that if it was possible he probably would have given himself whiplash. 

It was you. 

His heart pounded harder than it had in the entirety of his two hundred something years. 

He stopped dead in his tracks and it was a force of will to not stare at you with his mouth hanging open. 

You looked different, but the same. You were younger obviously, your hairstyle and clothes were completely different, but that was you. 

His hand ached with the need to hold you, just one more time. 

“Please, I get extra credit for attending this thing and I can’t fail my government class,” the woman who he assumed was your friend whined as she clutched at your wrist. 

He did a mental tally in his head. Of course, he should’ve remembered that in the early seventies you were in a college not too far from Washington DC. It really wasn’t a huge coincidence that you would be here, but still it felt monumental. 

You looked over at her and huffed in resignation. 

God, you were cute, he thought. 

“Besides, maybe you can meet a handsome guy here. That would lift your spirits, wouldn’t it?” your friend said as she wiggled her eyebrows at you. 

You rolled your eyes and said, “This isn’t a bar, Jenna. This is anti-mutant government propaganda bullshit.” 

As did so often, he agreed with you. 

She pouted at you. “Well what if I promise to take you to a bar right after this ends?” 

You looked over at her in exasperated fondness and let her pull you forward, closer to where Logan and Hank stood in the crowd. 

Hank was saying something to him, something he didn’t hear - his attention entirely on you, and he snapped his head back to Hank as he shook his shoulder. 

“What?” Logan snapped. 

“Who are you looking at? Do you see Raven?” Hank asked. 

Logan took a deep breath and said, “No. I’m looking at my wife.” 

“Oh no,” Hank muttered. 

“Logan you can’t-“

”It’s not safe for her here,” Logan growled. 

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YOUR POV

“Look, that guy is looking at you,” Jenna whispered in your ear. 

You followed her line of sight and saw the most handsome man you’d ever seen. 

He was exactly your type and in tight jeans to boot. He was huge- tall and extremely muscular. His dark hair was the kind of neat disheveled that begged you to run your fingers through it. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses but you could feel his intense gaze through them. 

“Holy shit he’s good looking,” you murmured and your friend giggled. 

He looked over at who you assumed was his friend and you continued to take him in. You weren’t sure you’d ever checked out a stranger in such a blatant manner before. There was something about him so inviting, despite his tense posture and intense demeanor, that your mouth was practically watering. 

“The guy next to him is cute too. Maybe we should go talk to them,” Jenna said. 

You tore your eyes from the object of your lust, and looked at the man next to him. He was cute in a nerdy way- exactly Jenna’s type. There was a third man with them, he was in a wheelchair and had his fingers to his temple as he scanned the crowd clearly in search of something or someone important. 

“I think they’re coming to us,” you said as the nerdy guy walked towards you. 

But unfortunately, the one you wanted to come closer didn’t, he stayed with his companion in the wheelchair and bent down to whisper something in his ear. 

“Hey ladies,” the man in glasses said as he approached you and Jenna. 

She immediately began to smile and twirl her hair around her finger as she spoke with him eagerly. 

He introduced himself as Hank and you shook his hand and introduced yourself as well, but your eyes continued to drift behind him to the other man, the one who you felt an inexplicable tug toward. 

“What about your friend?” you asked, your words an interruption to whatever Hank had been saying to Jenna. 

Hank looked stressed, but you looked back at the large man only a stone's throw away. 

He looked up and made eye contact with you, he must have taken his sunglasses off while you weren’t paying attention. Never before had you felt so stripped bare by just meeting a man’s eyes, there was a whirlwind of emotions within them- something akin to familiarity, possibly even love, and hunger. 

It took several moments of drowning in his gaze before you regained your wits about you. You smirked at him. 

He crossed his arms over his chest, which made him appear even larger as his muscles flexed. He raised a brow at you, but his lips were upturned in a small smile as if he was smiling despite himself. 

You crooked a finger at him, an invitation to come closer. 

He smiled and shook his head slightly, almost as if he were reprimanding himself but also couldn’t help himself. He turned his head and said something to his friend in the wheelchair before he strutted over to you. 

Every long stride he took towards you led to a tightening in your chest. It wasn’t fear, no, it was yearning. There was something inside you that wanted- no, needed, to know him. 

Your instincts were all wrong, he looked like a predator closing in on his prey, something about him sharp and animalistic as he approached you, and yet you felt at ease, intrigued, safe. 

“Hi,” you breathed out as he reached you. He smirked and stood a bit closer than would be normal for a stranger, but you didn’t mind at all as you looked up at his towering figure. 

He introduced himself in a low gravelly voice that sent a shiver down your spine and hearing his name was like an answer to a question you didn’t even know you’d been asking. 

Logan. 

You told him your name and he had this secret smile as if he already knew what you were going to say. 

He repeated your name, and something in you changed forever at the sound of it on his lips. 

“How come you didn’t wanna come say hi?” You asked teasingly. 

He looked at you and you felt more at home than ever before, which you knew sounded insane, but you couldn’t deny the way he made you feel. 

“Oh I wanted to,” he said and warmth filled you as you smiled at him. 

“Logan,” Hank hissed as he elbowed him. 

You’d honestly forgotten that you and Logan weren’t the only two people in the world at that moment. You’d forgotten about Jenna, and Hank, and the teeming crowd of people around you. 

“I know,” Logan replied to Hank in a grumpy tone that made you huff a small laugh. 

“Listen, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you need to leave. This isn’t safe,” Logan said fervently as he placed a large hand gently on your upper arm. 

You scrunched your brows at him in confusion. 

“Is this some kind of ploy to get me to leave with you?” You joked. 

He chuckled, the sound from deep in his chest, and you grinned. 

“If only,” he said. “No, pretty girl, I have to stay here.”

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” you said. 

His thumb rubbed up and down your arm in a way that was both comforting and familiar. 

He glanced over at your friend, and as he saw that she was deep in conversation with Hank, he leaned closer to you in order to whisper in your ear. 

“This isn’t a safe place for mutants,” he murmured, urgency in his voice. 

You pulled back enough to look into his eyes, shock evident in your expression. 

“How do you know-“ you gasped quietly. 

He shook his head, “I’m one too, I can explain everything later, but please- for your own safety sweetheart, please leave.” 

You met his gaze and something about the urgency and care you found in his eyes made you believe him. 

“I suppose I’ll take your word for it. There’s a bar across town called McClarin’s, will you meet me there tonight? You can buy me a drink and explain all this weirdness.” You said. 

There was a flash of something akin to sadness in his eyes, but he gave you a tight smile and said, “Of course, I’ll be there. I’d do anything you ask.” 

You believed him. 

So you turned your head to your friend and said, “Jenna, we’re leaving.” 

You ignored her protests and stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Logan’s cheek. 

His hazel eyes fluttered closed, as if he were savoring the feeling of your lips against his skin. 

“Until tonight,” you said as you slipped your hand in Jenna’s. He nodded in agreement and you turned and walked away from him. 

“Why are we leaving?” Jenna complained. 

“They’re going to meet us at the bar later, we can watch the broadcast on the TV,” you said. 

She huffed but agreed as you led her out of the crowd and towards safety. 

A little while later you sat at the bar with Jenna- you ate pretzels and nursed a beer, and watched the news. 

Logan had been right, it was a dangerous situation for mutants. 

Tears filled your eyes and your heart dropped into your stomach as you watched as Logan was massacred by Magneto. His body was violently filled with pieces of metal and then thrown so far the cameras didn’t catch where he landed. 

He had to be dead, no one survived something like that. He saved your life and then didn’t survive the fight he protected you from. 

None of the news outlets had any information on your mysterious savior. 

You spent the evening calling both hospitals and morgues and no one had any knowledge of Logan or even a John Doe that matched his description. 

Weeks went by with no news. There was a hole in your heart, which seemed ridiculous considering you’d only met him once, but there was something about a promise unfulfilled. 

There was a feeling as if your future had been altered completely, as if Logan was supposed to be a part of it but now he never would be. 

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Your mutant ability to heal others and yourself led you to work in a hospital as a nurse after you completed all of your schooling. 

Years passed and you met Storm when she literally landed in your hospital, as in she was thrown by an enemy and crashed through the ceiling. 

You stared at her in shock, then jumped towards her and used your powers to heal the gash in her stomach where blood had already begun pooling. She thanked you before flying off into battle once more. 

Once the fight was won, Storm came back and asked you to come with her to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. 

You were intrigued and soon found yourself as a professor of health sciences, part time school nurse, and an X-Man on the side. You weren’t much of a fighter, during missions you really mostly hung back and healed the injured X-Men as well as any civilians fought in the crossfire. 

It was a fulfilling life, one you enjoyed immensely, but something always felt like it was missing. You dated a bit but being so busy prevented anything deep. 

There was no spark, no instant connection with anyone like there had been with Logan. You supposed it really was a once in a lifetime experience. 

It didn’t help that you weren’t interested in anyone romantically that you worked with. Storm, who had quickly become a great friend, encouraged you to give Hank a chance when he pursued you. You tried, he was nice, but it just wasn’t love, and after a few months you ended it. Luckily you were able to remain as friends. 

Time passed and Professor X pointed out to you that you didn’t appear to age. At first you brushed him off as ridiculous, but eventually consented to let Jean run tests on you. 

As it turned out, your ability to heal yourself extended to things such as diseases and life’s natural course of aging. 

Eternity yawned its horrid mouth open before you and the loneliness of it threatened to swallow you whole. 

You took a leave of absence to avoid others seeing you in the midst of an existential crisis. You traveled for a couple of months, took time to see the world in a way you never had before, met beautiful strangers, and came to terms with the fact that it was likely you would never die, that any connections you did make would die long before you were ever ready. 

You decided to make the most of life, embrace the joy and the hurt, and returned home. 

As soon as you walked through the door of the mansion, everything felt different, but perhaps it was you that was changed so irrevocably. 

You made your way towards Professor X’s office and literally ran into a man as he walked out. 

“Ugh,” you groaned as your face squished into a broad chest. The body you slammed into was so sturdy the man didn’t even stumble, he merely placed large hands on your shoulders to steady you. 

“Woah there, speedy. You alright?” A deep voice said. Something about that voice tickled something in the back of your brain, a memory from years ago. 

“Sorry!,” you exclaimed as you stepped back and looked up to see his face. 

“Logan,” you breathed out in surprise as you finally saw him. He looked nearly the same as all those years ago. His hair and clothes were slightly different, but it was definitely him. He was as handsome as the day you lost him.

He raised a brow in confusion as he looked at you. 

“Have we met?” He asked. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach. The man of your dreams, the man you thought had died and yet you had continued to pine over for years, was standing before you and didn’t remember you. He didn’t remember meeting you, an experience that had been so cataclysmic in your life but apparently unimpressionable in his. 

“Yes, many years ago,” you breathed out. 

He looked you up and down and said, “Well, I really wish I remembered that.” 

You huffed a laugh to cover up the ache in your heart as you looked down at your feet. You told him your name as his hands finally slipped from your shoulders, you mourned the loss of his touch. 

As he repeated your name in that gravelly tone your heart thumped harder in your chest, despite yourself. 

“I don’t remember anything before a few years ago,” he said. 

“Oh?” You asked. Maybe it wasn’t that you were forgettable, it was just that he didn’t remember anything. 

“What happened?” You breathed out. 

Confusion and echoes of pain clouded his gorgeous hazel eyes. “I don’t remember, but I know it was painful,” he said. 

You placed a hand on his arm in comfort and said, “Maybe the professor can help you figure it out.” 

He nodded, “Not sure if I’ll be sticking around long enough. Being on a team isn’t really my thing.” 

“Sure it’s not,” you teased with a wink, thinking back to the team he was clearly a part of back when you met him. 

He grumbled something you didn’t quite catch at the same time Charles came out of his office to greet you. 

You bid Logan goodbye as you followed Charles into his office to catch up after your extended absence. 

Your heart still pounded from meeting Logan and you wore a grin you couldn’t prevent for several minutes. 

And to your delight, you found out later in the day that Logan decided to stay. You weren’t sure what the deciding factor was, but you were happy all the same. 

Maybe things would fall into place, perhaps your future could end up brighter than previously anticipated. 

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LOGAN’S POV

Logan awoke, the same song playing on the radio, your song. He lurched out of the bed and stumbled out of the room. As he opened the door wonder filled him as he realized he was in the mansion. 

Children bustled past him as they went to their classes. Friends and family that were long since passed in his future smiled and waved at him as he walked through his home eyes full of wonder. 

It had worked, all the effort and pain had been worth it, everything was as it should be. The only question that remained was you. Where were you? 

He made his way to Charles’ office and sighed in relief when he saw him safe and alive. 

His old friend welcomed him back to the future, a better future. 

“Where is she?” He breathed out as Charles read his mind, getting a glimpse of his past. 

“She’s here, she’s safe, but Logan you should know-“ 

At that moment you walked into Charles’ office and if Logan wasn’t already sitting he would’ve fallen to his knees. He’d never seen such a beautiful sight. 

He breathed out your name like a prayer and you looked over at him. He didn’t even register the look on your face, he’d already made his way across the room and wrapped you in his arms. 

“Logan,” you squeaked out. “What the hell?” 

He lifted you up and buried his face in your neck. 

“Can’t breathe,” you huffed as you pushed on his shoulders in an attempt to get him to release you from the vice hold he had you in. 

He put you down and looked down at you, placed a hand on the side of your gorgeous face- it wasn’t until now that he took in your expression. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

You pulled back from him again, even went so far as to push his hand from you and took a step back. 

“What’s gotten into you? Why the hell do you think you can just-” You asked in confusion, irritation coloring your tone. 

He cut you off as he blurted out, “What? I don’t understand-“ 

“Logan, in this timeline you and her broke up,” Charles said. 

“Broke up?” Logan asked with raised eyebrows, the words lacked any meaning to him. There was no future in which he and you were not together. It was inconceivable. 

“That’s ridiculous,” Logan said. At the same time you asked, “this timeline?” 

You both looked at one another in confusion. 

“Sit, both of you, let me explain,” Charles said. 

Logan sat and watched your expression change from suspiciousness to utter shock as Charles explained that Logan was from a different future, a different timeline, and had replaced the Logan you knew. 

He didn’t remember anything after 1973, other than the horrible future he had come from. But he did remember the first time you met that day in Washington DC. Although for him that was far from the first time you’d met.

“That’s a lot of information. I think you broke my brain- that’s so confusing,” you breathed out. 

Logan’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he tried to gauge your reaction. 

You turned to him. “So in this future I’m guessing you and I are together?” 

Logan nodded. 

“Well not in this one,” you muttered and stood to leave. 

“Wait, princess - talk to me,” Logan pleaded as he grabbed your hand. 

You turned back and glared at him. “Logan, I don’t care which version of you it was, you broke my heart and I have no interest in sitting here listening to any more of this.” 

You yanked your hand from his and stormed out of the office. You left him feeling helpless and empty. 

He looked over at the Professor. “What happened?” He asked. 

“It’s still fresh. The others have found her crying multiple times over the last few days. I tried not to pry but-“ 

“You went into her head,” Logan guessed and Charles nodded. 

He prepared himself for the worst and the flicker of hope in his chest began to gutter. He would be devastated if after all of this he couldn’t be with you. 

“The two of you have been together for about five years, were close friends for years before that, but she ended it about a week ago during an argument. She wanted to have a child and you didn’t,” Charles explained. 

“That’s it? She wants a baby? I’ll give her a baby. I’ll give her whatever she wants, the version of me from this timeline must be a goddamn idiot,” Logan said sharply. 

Charles chuckled. “I spoke to the other you yesterday, he had come to the same conclusion. It wasn’t that he didn’t want a child, he was just letting his fears get in the way.” 

“I have to go talk to her,” Logan practically growled as he stood and stalked out of the office in search of you. 

It wasn’t difficult to find you. He had memorized the sound of your heartbeat, your scent, and was all too familiar with the salty tang of your tears. 

He found you in a bedroom he assumed was yours, he knocked and let himself in despite your garbled yell of, “Go away!” 

It was clear this was the makeshift room you’d moved into after the break up, your decorations were all in boxes, your clothes piled everywhere and spilled out of drawers, and everything all together more messy and haphazard than he knew you liked to keep things. 

You sat curled in the bed as tears streamed down your sweet face. 

“Go away Lo,“ you sniffled as you quickly wiped your tears away. 

“Oh, my sweet girl-“ Logan said in a gentle voice only you knew. 

“No, Logan I’m not yours anymore,” the words were weak and he could tell you didn’t even really mean them. 

He came closer to the bed and you glared at him but didn’t say a word as he sat down and pulled you into his lap. 

You sunk into his embrace and buried your face in his neck. He ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. 

Your fingers tangled into his shirt, your breaths were shaky, and a few more tears managed to escape. His heart ached at the pain you were in. 

“I changed the timeline of our universe to be with you. I’m not gonna let anything stand in our way. So, you want a baby, I’ll give you a baby. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. I’ll give you anything you want, I’d do anything for you. I love you,” he said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“But-“ 

“And before you ask, Charles told me that the Logan in this future had come to the same conclusion and was planning on making things right with you today. In every timeline, I want to make you happy.” 

He wiped the tears from your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“Did we ever talk about kids in your future?” You asked in a soft vulnerable voice. 

He held you tighter. 

“Only once, but it wasn’t a possibility for us, that future was too dangerous. So dangerous that I lost you. I wouldn’t survive losing you again.” 

At the pain in his voice you pulled back enough to meet his gaze. 

“Tell me about that future,” you asked gently. 

And so he did, every awful part of it as he held you in his arms and reminded himself that this was real, that you were safe and alive, that this was his new future. 

You wiped the tear that slipped down his face as you looked up at him in awe. 

“You did all that for me? For us?” You asked in wonder. 

“I’d do anything for you,” he said fervently. You placed your hand on the side of his face and his eyes fluttered closed as he finally, finally received affection from you after so long. 

He nuzzled his face into your hand, pressed his lips against the pulse point at your wrist, finally let himself sink into your intoxicating presence. 

You slipped your hand into his hair and pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips. The weight of time without you pressed in on him and his self control snapped, with one hand on the back of your head and the other on your waist, he crushed you against his body and kissed you with desperation. 

He wanted to consume you, to sink inside you, to never be apart from you again. 

You made a high pitched sweet sound of surprise before you kissed him just as fervently. He groaned into your mouth at the taste of you as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

It was absolute heaven. 

This kiss could have gone on for hours or perhaps only seconds, he didn't know, no time was enough with you. 

You pulled back and looked at him. “I love you,” you said. 

“I love you,” he groaned and pressed his lips to yours repeatedly. 

You breathed out a soft giggle at his expression of adoration. 

He tilted his head back to look you deep in the eyes once more and said, “Let’s make a baby.” 

You looked flustered and he thought it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen. 

“Right now? I-“ 

“I’ve missed you so much, sweetheart. I want to. Wanna give you want you want,” he moaned as he kissed you again. 

“Missed you too,” you whimpered as his lips drifted across your jaw and down your throat. 

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YOUR POV

It was all consuming. He was everywhere all at once as he laid you on your back and pressed himself on top of you. 

The weight and heat of him was both comforting and intoxicating. The last few hours had given you emotional whiplash, but it was Logan. 

Apparently he was your soulmate no matter the timeline. He kissed you as if he were drowning and you were his breath of fresh air. He said everything you’d been dreaming of, and more as he declared his love and promised to fulfill your every desire. 

There was nothing the two of you couldn’t overcome as a team. You loved him and he loved you, and maybe that was all that mattered. 

As he bit down on your neck, all other thoughts flew from your head, it was just him. You and him- forever. There would be no long lonely life, he would be by your side always. 

“Logan,” you gasped and he groaned against your neck as he continued to nip and suck at the skin there. He loved to mark you as his and the thought made your toes curl. 

As if he could read your mind, he said, “Tell me you’re mine.”

His tongue licked up the column of your throat and you panted, “I’m yours, Lo. Only yours.” 

“Marry me,” he murmured against your skin. 

‘What?” You breathed out as you placed your hands on either side of your face and pulled him back enough to meet his hazel gaze. His pupils were blown with a combination of love and lust which caused heat to fill your entire body. 

“Marry me,” he repeated, then pressed his lips to yours again. 

“Yes,” you gasped into his mouth. His fingers gripped your waist tighter as they slipped under your shirt and met your heated skin. 

“Let me make you mine forever,” he growled and you whimpered and nodded as you tugged at his t-shirt. 

He helped you pull it off him and you let out a soft groan as your hand explored his broad chest, then down his muscled torso as you followed the trail of hair that led to the vee partially hidden beneath his jeans. Your mouth watered as your hand reached his belt, and you saw the evidence of his desire for you straining against his pants. 

He snatched your hand right as you were about to reach his hardened length and you whined in frustration. 

“Please, Lo,” you breathed out and he smirked in that cocky way that made you want to either smack him or suck him off. 

“No, I’m gonna take my time with you, pretty girl,” he said as he pulled your shirt off, then immediately followed with removing your bra. You whimpered again at the feeling of his skin against yours as he leaned back down and kissed you. 

His lips trailed to your breasts and you moaned as he licked and suckled at your sensitive nipples. Your core heated and throbbed as you became slick with desire for him.

You gripped the muscles of his tensed shoulders as you wrapped your legs around his trim waist. 

You attempted to grind yourself against his hard cock but he bit down on your neck in reprimand. 

“Stop that,” he growled. 

You moaned in response and he chuckled darkly. Suddenly he sat up- and you squeaked in surprise at the sudden shift as he stood from the bed. Before you could respond, he yanked you to the edge of the bed and kneeled before you. 

“C’mon, be a good girl and I’ll reward you with my cock, I’ll fill you to the brim, give you a baby just like you want. You just have to be a good girl and let me make you come on my tongue, can you do that princess- hm?” 

You moaned at his words, nodding vigorously as he slid off your jeans and spread your legs before him. 

“Use your words,” he taunted as he rested your legs on his broad shoulders. 

His nose ran up, up, up the inside of your thigh until it reached your panties. He groaned deeply as he took in a deep breath- turned near feral at the scent of your arousal. 

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good, please- just please, Lo,” you babbled. 

Another deep noise from the back of his throat came from the sounds of your sweet begging as he used his teeth to pull your panties off. 

You gasped as his warm wet tongue licked up your gushing pussy, all the way from your hole to your throbbing clit. 

“You this wet just for me, princess?” He said, the words muffled against your cunt. He began flicking his tongue over the most sensitive part of you and you keened. 

Your back arched and you plunged your fingers into his hair, your fingers tangled in and gripped the brown and silver strands. 

“Yes, for you, only for you, always for you,” rambled. 

The squelching sounds of your cunt as he pressed two fingers inside mixed with your heavy pants and his groans to create the most erotic symphony you’d ever heard. 

Your whines reached a fever pitch as his fingers curdled and pressed against the spongy spot inside you that made you forget anything but his name as his tongue continued to flick and swirl around your clit. 

“Logan!” you moaned. 

“Missed this pretty pussy,” he growled. 

Heat filled you as electricity prickled up your spine. You writhed on the bed and pressed your cunt closer to his mouth.  

One of his large hands smacked your hip lightly in reprimand. He then laid his arm down across your waist to hold you still. 

“Thought you were gonna be a good girl, or do I need to stop,” he teased as he looked up at you and you moaned. 

You slick coated his lips and beard, his hair was disheveled from your hands, and his gorgeous eyes were blown with desire. 

“No, I’ll be good, promise,” you panted. 

He smiled at you, the kind of smile a predator gives their prey before they pounce, and licked you once again. 

You were completely at his mercy, pinned to the bed, his fingers inside you and his mouth on your cunt. 

You dug your heels into the muscles of his back in an attempt to urge him on.  

The tension inside you built and built as his tongue continued its ministrations. 

“M’gonna come, Lo,” you whined. 

“Good girl, come for me,” he replied then sucked on your clit. 

The pleasure was so intense as his thick fingers continued to hit that spot inside you that lightning ran up your spine and you came with a moan of his name. 

He continued to lick until you yanked on his hair in an attempt to pull his head away as his arm across your hips kept you pinned to the bed and wiggling away wasn’t an option. 

He chuckled darkly as he pressed a final kiss to your bundle of pleasure then looked up at you. 

“Did I do good? You gonna reward me with your cock, daddy?” you asked. 

There was a heartbeat before he replied, where you worried you went too far as he looked at you in surprise.

But then came his response, “Fuck. Yes, sweetheart, you’re perfect. Daddy’s gonna give you his cock, gonna fill you up real good.” 

You whimpered in desire as he stood. You sat up and immediately began to yank at his belt. 

He smirked as he looked down on you- watched you in your desperation to reach his thick cock. 

Your mouth watered as you won your fight with his belt and zipper and yanked the jeans down enough to get a glimpse of his gloriously hard dick. 

Logan finally took pity on you and helped you to remove his pants altogether, which left him wonderfully bare before you. 

Good god, he was sexy- his rippling muscles glistened with sweat and you wanted to lick every inch of his skin. 

He lifted your face with a hand on your chin so you would meet his eyes once more. 

At the heat in his gaze you felt yourself gush even more. 

His thumb brushed across your bottom lip and you obediently opened your mouth. He pressed his thumb into your mouth and you moaned softly as you sucked on it. 

“Shit, you’re killing me, pretty girl. Lay back, I need to be inside you,” he growled. 

You let him pull his thumb out of your mouth and looked up at him through your lashes. 

“Can I taste you first?” you asked sweetly. 

His eyes rolled back into his head and he gripped your chin tighter. 

“Course you can, my good girl gets whatever she wants,” he said then led your face closer to his cock. 

You wanted to live in this moment forever, your head fuzzy with ecstasy only he could provide and empty of anything but him as you were eager to please him. You wanted to be his - in every possible way. 

You wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and pressed a kiss to the tip as you looked up at him. His breaths stuttered and power rushed to your head. You had this big strong man literally in the palm of your hand as you gave him pleasure that nearly brought him to his knees as your tongue peeked out and you licked the sensitive underside of his tip. 

He groaned your name and that prompted you on as you opened your mouth and began to take in some of his length and suckled gently. 

You moaned at the salty taste of him in your mouth, and took him in deeper as your hand worked in tandem. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured. 

You rubbed your thighs together in an desperate but fruitless attempt to generate friction as your clit throbbed again with need. There was nothing as delicious as the grunts and groans Logan made as you took him deeper into your mouth. 

His hand slipped from the side of your face to cradle the back of your head and you moaned around his length as he led you to take him deeper into your throat. You took deep breaths through your nose as you swallowed him, taking him in far enough that you no longer needed to use your hand and instead used your hand to gently cup his balls. 

“That’s it, doing so good f’me,” Logan groaned. 

The musky scent of him filled your nostrils as your nose brushed against the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. His other hand began to flick and pinch at your nipple and you moaned around his length. 

His size was substantial, but you were used to it at this point and your head emptied, only Logan present in your mind, as you let him guide your mouth up and down on his cock as you sucked him deeper. 

It was everything you wanted and more, until he pulled you off him. A string of saliva connected from your bottom lip to his tip as you gasped for air and looked up at him. 

He wiped away the spit as he murmured out, “fuckin’ perfect.” 

You whimpered as he surged forward and kissed you, near feral with desire. 

“Logan,” you gasped as he manhandled you further back onto the bed and laid himself on top of you. 

He continued to kiss you, his lips moved against yours and you surged closer- your chin bumped his as you kissed him urgently. His tongue explored your mouth and electricity filled you. Your body was filled with desperation as you wrapped your legs around his trim waist. 

“Need you inside me, please daddy, need your huge cock inside me, need you to fill me up,” you pleaded as he began to kiss and suck on your neck. You knew there would be bruises there tomorrow, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care - it was only more evidence that you belonged to him. 

He chuckled darkly and said, “You sound so pretty when you beg, princess. Don’t worry, daddy’s got you.” He reached down and lined his cock up to your desperate hole and you whined in relief. 

Slowly, so slowly, Logan pressed himself inside you. Inch by inch he sunk his cock deep inside your cunt and the feeling was unlike any other. 

He caged you in with his large arms on either side of your head and you pulled his face down for another desperate kiss. 

Once he was seated fully inside you, it was as if all the franticness of the moment dissipated and you both felt the need to savor the moment, to extend it for as long as possible, to live in this experience of perfection for eternity. 

There were times that sex with Logan was rough and animalistic, but you both knew that this wouldn’t be one of those times. This was making love - this was a reunion, a reconciliation, a healing of hurts, a fusion of souls. 

You looked deep into his eyes and found home. 

You locked your ankles around his waist to keep him close, the desire to be as close to him as possible all consuming. His deep breaths pressed his chest against yours and there was nothing in the world but you and him. 

One of his hands stroked your arm as you reached up and placed your hand on the side of his face. The other rested against his shoulder as you gripped the muscles you found there. 

You caressed his cheek and ran your fingers in his beard. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

His eyes became bright with emotion, he had the prettiest eyes you’d ever seen- dark green with rings of brown that held unconditional love for you. 

He murmured your name and it sounded like a prayer of devotion as it fell from his plush lips. He pressed a tender kiss to your lips. 

He pulled back enough to press his forehead against yours. 

“I love you more than anything,” he replied. 

You felt perfectly incandescently happy, so wonderfully full of him, and despite both of your desires for this moment to never end, you also needed him to move inside you. 

“Please, Lo,” you breathed out. 

He knew exactly what you meant and he braced his forearms on either side of your head and pulled his hips back. Logan pulled back enough that only the tip of his cock remained inside you, before he sunk back in slowly. 

Your breaths mingled with his and it felt as if the two of you were on an island of your own- as if you were the only two people in the world. 

There was a feeling of connectedness, as if the puzzle pieces had all finally fallen into place, as your heartbeat sped and began to beat in time with his. 

“You feel so good, so big,” you breathed out as he continued his slow steady pace. Again, and again, and again he pushed himself inside you. 

He moaned and kissed you again, this time messy and more urgent. 

The string of fate that connected the two of you pulled taunt, became stronger as a result of your union, as you declared to one another your infinite commitment and love. 

You clenched down as he increased his pace. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl, so fuckin’ tight,” he said, his lips moved against yours as he imprinted the praise into your mouth. 

There was a delicious feeling of fullness as you felt stretched and stuffed to the brim with his cock, as your heart threatened to burst at the care he showed you. Your hands ran across his arms and shoulders, around and down to his back where your nails dug into the sweat slicked muscles you found there. 

He grunted and again increased his pace. Your thighs tightened around his waist and you held onto him more securely as he pistoned his cock inside you. 

There was no better feeling than when he was inside you. His cock repeatedly hit that spot deep within that made you see stars and you felt that familiar burning inside you begin to grow. 

There was no possible way to be closer to him. His face was buried in your throat, his chest pressed against yours and every thrust brushed your sensitive nipples against the hair there, your puffy clit felt shockwaves of every thrust as his groin grinded against it, the slick of your arousal coated you both- there was no possible way to be closer to him, and yet somehow you needed more. 

“Daddy, please,” you gasped. 

“Mhm, is this what my pretty girl needs?” 

He shoved a hand between your bodies and began to press tight circles against your throbbing clit. 

“Yes!” You let out a high pitched whine as you threw your head back let out a low groan as you clenched down on his thick cock. 

The squelching sounds of your joining bodies should’ve made you embarrassed, but white hot pleasure eroded all your senses. 

“C’mon pretty baby, come for daddy and then I’ll fill you up, I’ll make you full of me, make sure everyone knows you’re mine with my ring on your finger and my baby in your stomach. S’that what you want? Huh? You want everyone to know you’re mine?” he growled in your ear. 

“God, y-yes, Logan- fuck,” you stuttered out. 

He continued to fuck into you with those long harsh thrusts, the pace quick and intense as his finger drew tight circles on your overstimulated clit. It balanced you on the line of pleasure and pain, but his words pushed you over the edge. 

You gasped loudly, “M’gonna come!”

He grabbed your face and said, “Look at me.” 

White hot pleasure exploded through you. Your eyes fluttered open and you stared deep into his intense gaze as you came on his cock. 

He groaned along with you as you clenched down on him. 

“Shit, that’s my good girl,” he said and kissed you sloppily. 

You keened at the praise, your head fuzzy with ecstacy. Your nails again dug into his back as he continued to pump himself inside you as he chased his own release. 

His breaths came harder as his sweat slicked skin slid against yours. His hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise as his pace somehow increased. 

There was nothing you could do but take it. This-this was bliss, this was perfection. 

“Want you to fill me up, want you to come in me, please Lo,” you whined. 

He groaned and with one more deep thrust he pushed himself as far inside you as possible and came. He filled you up, with stuttered breaths and hips, he came until he had nothing else to give. 

You pulled your head back from his neck, where you had bit down- hard, and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

You could’ve sworn that the thread of fate, the connection between the two of you glowed in the aftermath. 

With a grunt, he flipped over onto his back as he held you tight, and kept you against him and pulled you on top of him as he kept his cock inside you. 

You rested your head against his chest. 

“Can we just stay like this for a while?” you asked. 

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as his large hand ran up and down your back.  

“Of course, princess. Anything you want.” 

And so you did. After all, time was a minuscule thing when the entirety of a new future together stretched before you. 

[seaoreos]

Hey, you!

Do you enjoy clangen? Are you autistic about genetics, evolution, and adaptations?

Do you also maybe want to start one of those clangen blogs or comics, or something like them?

Then I have the game for you! That’s right, baby. This is a Niche: a genetics survival game recruitment post.

I have been DEEPLY autistic about this game for years, so now you have to be too. I have over 200 hours in it.

It’s almost like a hybrid of spore and clangen- you breed and evolve your group of creatures (nichelings), explore different environments and adaptations, endure different kinds of weather, gather or hunt for food, and fend off predators.

It has both more and less control than clangen does, especially if you want to write a story based off of your playthrough.

It has more control over your individual creatures actions, relationships, genetics, appearance and breeding.

It has less control over your environment, predators and weather, but that depends on how much you mess with the sandbox settings.

There’s also a ‘mutation menu’ so you can make a specific creature’s offspring more likely to mutate certain genetic traits. You can start with all of them unlocked, or progressively unlock them as you go along.

(And there’s a huge family tree as well, to keep track of your creatures relations.)

The sandbox settings give you control over:

-What does or doesn’t spawn, from predators and other animals, to rocks and grass

-damage and healing multipliers

-the genes and appearance of the creatures you start with. Hand-pick every one, or have them as many as you like set to random!

-the island you start on, from grasslands, to swamps, savannas, mountains and archipelagos, to a little bit of everything, or even on the back of a giant whale!

-how many days your creatures different life stages last, for how long they’re helpless babies, teens, or adults. You can make your creatures live for just a few days, or hundreds.

-you can set ‘win conditions’ for challenges,

-and turn on a blind gene mode where you cannot see individual creatures genetics.

-a tribe size limit, so you can only have so many creatures

-and how much food and nesting material you start with as well!

The creatures are mostly dog-like, but there are cat features you can exclusively/mostly use as well. (Which is called ‘purr snout’, and when a creature purrs, any other creatures directly next to them will heal from any damage they have over the next few days. It’s fucking awesome)

Or, you can just creatively interpret their in-game designs however you like!

They have a lot of varying features- here’s some of my favorite nichelings from my own games.

The game has its own randomly-assigned names, but you can change them at any time. 

(And you can also change the color of the gems on their chest as well, which represent how many ‘moves’ each creature has left.)

You control every one of your nichelings, so you can creatively interpret and create their personalities and relationships as much as you like, but random things still happen throughout the world as well.

There’s also a main ‘story mode’ aside from the sandbox, which is pretty fun too. (And also acts as a comprehensive tutorial.)

The game is 18 dollars on steam, but it’s been around for awhile, so it probably goes on sale often enough? I have no idea. I could run it without issues on my shitty old laptop, even in the poor thing’s final years, so you don’t need a really good computer to play it.

If you want to watch someone play it first, I highly recommend ’Seri! Pixel biologist!’. She has done a BUNCH of different playthoughts and challenges, from when the game was in super early access all the way up until its full release, and afterwards. 

She also loves warrior cats, and builds a lot of story into her games. Here’s the playlist for her story mode play-through!

Also, if anyone does start a niche-based comic or something. PLEAAASE tell me I wanna seee it!!!!! :o)) thank you for your time goodbye

[yoonia]

✨💫The WIP Fairy is visiting your blog and wants you to share your WIPS! Share whatever you like! All of them or one of them, just the title or a brief synopsis. Put them out into the world to manifest some writing inspiration 📝🤍 then send this ask to your writer moots!💫✨

Why, hello there, sweet WIP fairy...thank you for dropping by!

Ooh this is fun. I know I haven't been around lately (it happens a lot during the end of the year), but I have been writing. Perhaps I can use this chance to share what I'm working on and what my plans for 2025 might be? (since I know a lot of you aren't subscribed to my Patreon to see it lol)

Anyway, here's my (lengthy) WIP list starting this month and onto the next year. Note: I'll be adding the time projection and a short story premise to let you see what these fics/stories are about :)

Ongoing series: The Bedroom Hymns (Yoongi), Ever A Never After (Jungkook, Seokjin), Carousel: revamped (Yoongi), Chance Encounter (DPR Ian)

December 2024 projects — Nefarious (Jimin): Your visit to your regular sex club almost turns into a bust, until your beloved host and escort comes with the most tempting offer to salvage your night — Hot Mess (Taehyung): You are hired to lead the photo session of a major brand with their new brand ambassador as the main model. Things take a turn when you find out that the new model is none other than your smug, obnoxious, old nemesis

2025 (planned) projects — About Time: revamped (Jungkook, Jimin): The hardships that you endured through life made you wish that you could have a chance to find peace right at the time your life was fading away. Then life answered your prayers with a second chance instead when you suddenly woke up back as your fifteen-year-old self — 28 Days: revamped (Taehyung, Jungkook): For years, you have been living a picture-perfect life, a story written for you by the family that raised you. But when your boyfriend proposes to you with the perfect future that he and your family have planned, your life begins to crumble as your secret starts pushing its way to the surface, forcing you to look deep within to reveal the web of lies which you've kept for years — Kiss It Better: Bed & Boyfriend(s) II (Taehyung, Yoongi, Jungkook): A fight with your lover sends you back to the bed of the two most dangerous pair who promise you not only shelter to hide you from the storm, but also dark temptation and raw pleasure — Red Vibe (Yoongi): A wedding, a daring lover, and an insatiable appetite for danger leads to a dangerous playtime at the most inconceivable moment you could ever imagine — Blood Moon Rising (Jimin): the final chapters — betrayals from your families led the two of you to meet as second chance mates, sending you to a new path of redemption and revenge and a race against time while a new war is brewing in the horizon — Alpha's Inferno (Namjoon): The war has stolen his fated mate and his best friend. Just when Namjoon is ready to surrender himself to fate, said fate answers his prayers with a second chance mate instead, in the form of an enemy — To Trap A Wolf (Jungkook, Yoongi): Confused with what fate has given him, Jungkook chooses to leave his home in search for answers. Only then to return home to two angry and frustrated mates who are ready to force him to face his new truth — Hunting Season (Hoseok): He has given up hope in finding a mate for a long time, choosing to stand on the sidelines as he celebrates his packmates and brothers in finding their fated. But then fate sends him what he has been waiting for the most, as danger is sent to his home to threaten his life — Sunset Glow (Hoseok): Hoseok thought that he was ready to face a new future with you, that he would be fine to go on without having his lost memories fully returned to him. Until those memories return at the most unexpected time, forcing him to reopen his scars and relive the pain he once endured when you first left him — Whispers in the Mist (Yoongi): As a historian, you are tasked in gathering records which may salvage an old, historical church that is threatened to be demolished. But your mission to unveil the ancient history only leads you to unveil another life that you once lived with the most tempting, handsome priest who has been waiting for you to return to him — Flux: Blindsided (Yoongi, Jungkook): After running away and breaking things off without a warning, Yoongi is suddenly forced to face you and Jungkook, to open his heart and confess to the deep feelings he has for the two of you — Darkest Hour (DPR Ian, Jungkook): Ian and Jungkook as bandmates and rivals, both on the stage and in their competition to win you as their mate — Untitled (Namjoon, B.I): An undercover detective and a criminal mastermind are forced to work together to protect the woman that they both love since they were children — Opalescent (B.I): Hanbin as a crime detective working on unveiling the betrayal that led to the demise of his partner, leading him to work together with you, the widowed wife of his late partner and best friend, who is hiding the biggest secret which may lead to Hanbin's own downfall — G.H.O.S.T (Hoseok): Carousel side story — introducing Hacker Hoseok who was on the run from the police, the crime family, and the people that he had once called as his friends

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hey! First off, LOVE your work! I really enjoyed reading through your blog, you come up with a lot of great ideas! You're very creative, I especially liked reading you Dark AU concepts, and my thoughts ran a bit about kids still being injured when they return angst time >:)

I like the idea of reader being the youngest of them, not by a lot but enough for them to feel the most vulnerable to the group. Or Imagine if reader was hurt the worst out of the four, I live for angst, so my brain train spiraled and fell down a glasgow smile esc track, if you don't know what that is DONT LOOK IT UP its the scar Heath Ledger's Joker had, either way something that would hurt them bad, but not be fatal .

But no matter what the kids would be extra protective of reader given their predicament, but with the four of them being far to hurt to fight, their main concerns might be getting reader far far away, or something of the like.

So sorry for babbling, you're great keep up the amazing work! ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

Also you can call me Lamb Anon if you like.

Aaaaaaaaaawwwwww, thank you thank you🥰😊!!! Welcome, Lamb Anon! Or 🐑 Anon, if you prefer! I am so glad you are enjoying the works I've put out! I'm always glad when y'all do! And I know about the Glasgow smile, and yes, it is very,very messed up...

I'm glad to hear your input for the 🖤Dark AU! I've thought about if I should write Reader as the youngest (not by more than a few months, but still-), and while I'm not sure if I'll go with it, I like the points you've brought up! I've also toyed with the idea of Reader being the oldest (again, only by a few months), and that would make them a little more tired and sarcastic, with the other three seeing them as an older sibling to protect and show off to. Be Reader youngest or oldest, if they were to be the most wounded, it would be felt a bit harder. Because the one person they all like and is with them, who has done their best to be there for them in every way, even at what they thought were their final moments, isn't doing well, and is hanging by threads. They all are, but Reader isn't going to be well for much longer and neither are they, unless they all get somehwere safe, or at least somewhere dry, hopefully clean.

This is not even to mention the adult and (now older) teen platonic yans, who are going to be even more intense now that their kids/siblings/friends are back and alive, but have each and every wound except for the ones that killed them (or maybe they have their death one/s, but it's barely healed, just enough that it's not bleeding or gaping)...

[warprotocol]

(( right! i think i've sorted everything now ( cept my tags page on my carrd, that's not complete yet, same for icons but whatevs ). if i haven't followed you and you're coming from my previous blog, shoot me a follow! i had 100s to go through so i apologise if you slipped through!

the main reason i moved blogs is because my old one had become such a mess-! i wasn't into my graphics and couldn't be bothered to revamp them there myself, my links were all bust as a result of changing the username. and finally i had tonnes of followers but most inactive or people i didn't really interact with - think i was just long overdue a change.

SO, consider this all shiny and new. no changes to ships unless people want to of course. i've come back with a thirst for writing and would love to properly write with people as i've failed to do so before ( my job was sort of killing me, honestly ).

anyway, the only change is one additional rule which i feel lines up more with me as a person and my general perspective when it comes to writing, i'll copy it below.

OTHERWISE, i'm going to post a plotting call and my new promo and I'll work on some icons/art (redrawing my timeline images, BABY-) - hope everyone's doing FAB -!

I'll be discord later (or i'll try to be!) ))

new rule, but keep in mind - i do tag stuff ->

I AM HAPPY AND WILLING TO WRITE EVEN DARKER THEMES ON THE MORE EXTREME SIDE OF THINGS ALBEIT WITH HEAVY PLOTTING. I AM A BIG FAN OF EXTREME HORROR SO I'D BE A HYPOCRITE TO SAY I'M AGAINST WRITING HEAVIER SUBJECTS.

[cliq-geo]

Community in Crisis: Melee's Digital Divide

Hi all, it's been a while. This is another blog post with the potential to spiral into a rambling mess. I will do my best to rein it in.

My main idea is this: Melee is changing for the worse. For the longest time I wondered if my aversion to this change was a natural instinctive rejection of what's new and different ("being a boomer") or if there was actually something substantive to my vague negative feelings. I am thinking about it in less vague ways now and I'd appreciate if you heard me out.

Here's the thing about Melee: it's old. It's almost older than me. The community is older than me being sentient. I'm a '98 baby, doc kid, veteran TO, and tenured community member, and yet at ten years in I still haven't been around for more than half of the game's existence. I've been involved in two of Melee's biggest scenes (SoCal and Washington) and I've seen a lot of players move through that revolving door. The community has been through a lot of changes over the years, and there have definitely been generational vibe changes throughout the community's many eras. However, I believe that since COVID shook the world and permanently rearranged society, the cultural shift in Melee has been larger than anything we'd seen in the 19 years of Melee prior. I believe this is because every single aspect of day to day life switched to online as the primary mode, which is very bad. I will get back to that in a bit. First, let's talk about the before times.

If you asked players in 2019 what set Melee, Smash, or even the FGC apart from other games, you would without a doubt hear "We gotta play in person" as the response. As online game connectivity surged through the 2010s, fighting games remained as the final bastion of LAN gaming culture. We commonly held the belief that playing in person bred fiercer yet more respectful competition. We believed sitting next to your opponent and shaking their hand brought about humility and good sportsmanship. Fighting game events were not only places you could compete, but also thriving social scenes where people met and shared lifelong friendships. We formed local identities and rivalries with adjacent scenes. When we competed internationally there was more pride on the line than money. The list of reasons community members might name goes on and on but the point is: Melee players really liked going to tournaments. There's something unique about Melee. It was originally played on the GameCube, a revolutionary and competitive console that somehow was Nintendo's only commercial failure. The game itself is part of one of the most successful video game franchises of all time. It was a best-seller, yet it's often treated as the forgotten middle child. No other games in the series play like it. No other game in the world does, for that matter, despite many imitators. Regardless whether you joined the community in 2006 or 2025 this aspect of the game is understood. There is an aspect that is no longer understood by all newcomers, though: Melee is a game that lives on through its community. As a part of the community you are a part of that legacy. By going out of your way to assemble a GameCube, Melee disk, memory card, controllers, a CRT, and setting them up in a room in your house so that others could come play, your effort was rewarded by something greater than yourself living through you. Melee is every smile ever shared at a tournament. It is every groan after losing a stock. It is every sleepless night and every bead of sweat on foreheads of major TO's trying to figure out how to turn months of work into a weekend thousands will never forget. It is a story of resilience and hope. When new players joined in, they were handed a pen, and they knew that they were writing for more than just themselves. It was more than just a vehicle for personal success. We were sick because Melee was sick. We had fun because Melee was fun. If outsiders didn't get it we didn't care. Everything we did, we did for Melee. People came and went, the faces at events changed, but Melee remained something that lived on in the hearts of everyone in the community. Before I get too wrapped up in how much I care about that, I'll get to the point. I think that the events of 2020, Twitter, and Discord, are slowly but surely diminishing what Melee had always been prior.

So far I've only spoken to what is largely agreed upon to be true. I doubt anyone would object to my romantic musings about Melee, it's the type of shit we all love. But I'm going to enter the nitty gritty here. I'm going to sound like a hater. I will try to step wisely but there's no way to go about this without potentially insulting anyone. That's not my intention, but I've accepted it as a possibility.

The problem with Melee is the problem with everything now. When COVID pushed everything to the internet, shit got weird fast. All of us crafted new identities in digital spaces. Our outward facing personas and our online ones started to blur. I believe everyone has a story to tell about how this process negatively affected them. Melee is not so different. As anyone reading this knows, at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, Fizzi blessed the Melee community with a gift. Melee with rollback netcode meant that even in quarantine we could still play the game we love from a distance. There was even an unranked queue where you could match with randoms with similar MMR and low ping. Eventually they debuted Ranked, with leaderboards and a whole new UI. Overnight, while our community struggled with missing our collective pastime, Melee became a full-fledged online game. This was more than just serviceable, it was revolutionary. But did Melee really need a revolution? Before COVID it was bigger than ever despite being somewhat inaccessible. We can now go back to in-person tournaments. Things were supposed to return to normal but that was always impossible. Every single aspect of human life is permanently changed. Because the story of Melee is a story of human lives, it is no exception.

When I ask people who have played the game a long time how they feel about Slippi, it is usually neutral to bad. People say it's too sweaty, it's no fun when you can't see the person you're playing. It's cold. Some see it as only a practice tool. Others see it as something wretched they would like to avoid. But here's the problem: it is currently the most accessible way to play Melee, bar none. For the first 18 years of Melee it didn't matter how you discovered the Smash community, your initiation to the game was in person. You experienced human faces, CRTs, laughter, the timeless charm of Melee on full display. This is what hooked everyone in. A lot of people who joined the scene in the last 5 years started with Slippi. They were recommended a YouTube video about Hungrybox or heard Ludwig talk about it on stream. Upon googling "smash melee" they found Slippi and decided to give it a try. This is sick and cool. I love that new people have come to the scene through new means. However, I can't help but wonder what it will look like when the entire community's initial experience of Melee was sweaty, no fun, or cold. They couldn't connect emotionally with their opponent for one second and this was of little to no consequence to them. What sort of community will that be? How many people were looking for community but instead found dead discord servers or weird twitter arguments about bigotry and hate? If they had any sense at all, they would move on and continue searching. Those that stick around might come into things with negative ideas and perceptions that pose a risk to what I can only describe in limited zoomer speak as "the vibes." They may perhaps only view Melee as a vehicle for personal success. Or consider themselves insiders and contributing to online discourse despite never attending an event. These attitudes are not ones I personally believe will best carry on Melee's legacy.

In many cases competition can bring out the worst in people. Online games can take this to extremes. Melee escaped this for so long by being one of the exceptions. It has always been more than just a competition. That "more" is the glue that has held it all together for so long. It is the foundation upon which something truly wonderful is built. If Melee was just inputs, frame data, damage, and stocks, it would have died long ago. When you have winners and losers you have a story, but when you have a crowd you have a collective experience. The inherent value of Melee was never what any individual gained or lost. It was what we all shared. I'll say it. Our community once wore its heart on its sleeve. The face of Melee, the first point of contact, was genuine. Its heart still beats but the heart of Melee is the collective heart of its players. In an age where our faces are cold digital facsimiles, we are more at risk than ever before of losing something beautiful for future generations by hiding it behind a mask.

I think there will always be more I could say about this, but I won't risk making this any longer. My views are laid as clearly as I can state them. If you got this far, thanks! If you agree, you're welcome to commiserate with me and even more welcome to help me brainstorm a better way forward. If you don't agree with me, you can let me know why. I can't promise I'll change my mind, especially if your first tournament was in the 2020s or your favorite player is Hbox, but I promise I will always listen. Take care.

[babyitsbeautiful]

I gotta stop doing these life updates and just get on with it, but nevertheless...

Where do I even start?

I know I promised I would get back to 'crash through the surface' and I swear I will, I feel my creative muse has resurfaced but through a different fandom this time...

Twisters/Glen Powell/Tyler & Kate

I've seen this movie 3 times in the theater and once at a Drive-In but that was kind of a hot mess. Also, Glen Powell-- why, wtf, this man should be illegal in this movie. I live in TN but never got the whole cowboy thing until I saw him in this movie. (Men like that don't really exist here, btw)

I honestly have not loved another fictional couple this much since Gendrya. It's been a minute since I had an unhealthy obsession with something and I am living for it. It has got my love for reading fanfics back to the forefront of my mind again and I feel like I can finally pick back up where I left CTTS off just to get it and Gendrya finished for good. (Gendrya is still the main inspiration behind Beautiful Dangerous and the screenplay I am going to write, so they'll always be in my <3)

Anyway, a lot has been going on this year. A year ago around this time I found out about Lucy's cancer and I can't believe she's been gone for this long. Still miss her everyday. My brother is getting married in October and I'm serving as a bridesmaid, so that should make for a fun story.

But for the moment, I have A LOT going on in August including three out of state trips:

Poll Worker for tomorrow's Election

Nimesh Patel's show at Zanies

5 Days in Florida for my 32nd Birthday

Dermot Kennedy show at Blue Bird Cafe (tickets on sale Friday, wish me luck)

Train & REO Speedwagon Concert

Team Member for Creation Con Indianapolis, Indiana

Then an end of the month Bachelorette trip in Washington D.C.

In the in between days of all of these events, I plan to work on the next chapter of Crash Through The Surface and get that out sometime soon after finishing as well as work on some brewing fanfic ideas for Tyler & Kate in the growing Twisters fandom.

Seriously, go see this movie if you haven't yet.

I already have so many fics to start reading on Ao3 for Tyler and Kate, who needs a ship name BTW. Tate? Kyler? Wrangler Tamer?

Anyways, that's a little bit of where I am right now.

I'm trying to spend less time working on fan art and fics at work due to a new IT system that seems to know everything I download (pics for mood boards being the main) and it's honestly making me very self-conscious so after work is where I'll be letting my creative bitch reign supreme.

I have ideas for Twisters and an outline already for CTTS but any fresh ideas and suggestions are always welcome.

Twisters fandom, if you want a feel of what I love creating the most, search the #gendrya tag on my blog.

Love you all.

[oneofthepowerful]

March 8th 2025 - Blog 6

Hello everyone! Welcome to the 6th development blog of the series! Once again I would like to apologise for being absent for so long on here! I really need to work more on a consistent posting schedule as making these blogs really help me keep track of my creative journey with this project! However since last time, I have been making quite the developments with this series which I shall be sharing. Today we will be focusing on more story, character, and environment development!

As normal, we will be dividing this blog into different sections for organisational sakes!

Outline Rewrite

In my last blog, I mentioned how I was rewriting the outline of the story as the previous version was a mess of old and new ideas clashing. My original plan being to go ahead with season 1 and rewrite the outline for season 2 onwards. Looking back on this idea, while it would have meant you guys would have gotten season 1 sooner, there would be a gigantic gap between seasons, and I wasn't sure how much of the story could be altered, this outline rewrite could cause the overall narrative to collapse. Now after a few months of work, I have completed the new outline, and I am thankful I took the time to go back and rework the story as a LOTTT has changed, characters are fleshed out a lot more, even the world building has a lot more depth, these changes altering parts of season 1 as well. I overall think the narrative is a lot more cohesive and I am beyond excited for you all to explore this story and these characters!

With the outline completed, I can say that One of the Powerful will be 4 seasons long with around 40 episodes in total. Originally season 2 was the longest having 17 episodes, however I cut this season in half and split some episodes into season 3! Some of my favourite episodes being in season 3 actually!

I will say this series starts off quite slow, season 1 focuses on Erin and Cassidy moving away from Powerless Territory and exploring Powerful Territory with these rose tinted lenses you could say, which slowly break away as they experience first hand the troubles Powerful Territory face with this worldwide conflict between Powerful and Powerless, as the pair journey to Seaside, an island paradise for Powerful. Along this journey the two Powerful meet Hoshi, a loner who roams around Powerful Territory, seemingly having no family nor home, who will have a heavy focus during this season as Erin and Cassidy try and figure out what his deal is and potentially help him out? Who knows!

Season Overview

Season 1 will consist of 6 episodes, most taking place in a new location in Powerful Territory, as the trio meet various characters and traverse through different environments. I want this season to introduce you into this world as you sorta get to know each of the main characters a little, while hinting to more things under the surface! 👀

Season 2 consisting of 8 episodes will introduce Seaside as we focus on the main cast adjusting to their new lives, meeting some of the secondary characters as well our other main character (who I absolutely adore, she is so fun to write and her dynamic with the main trio is a lot of fun!) Livia, and her older brother!

Season 3 continues with the Seaside development as we get more of a deeper look into the mystery of the overarching plot which starts to build up from the superhero, slice of life parts of the series. We also get some insight into Hoshi and Cassidy's troubles (this episode in particular will be spit into 2 parts as it's quite a heavy one! :,)) Season 3 starts off relatively light hearted but will progress into a much darker tone...

Leading us into season 4 aka the final season which really doesn't hold back any punches, especially when it comes to Erin's downfall. Some parts of this series can get pretty heavy, and during these more darker points in these characters' journey, I want these experiences they go through be raw, as we see them struggle to then find hope, moving themselves into a better place. This series focusing heavily on the overall character relationships and family aspect, as a character struggles, there will be someone in the end to try and help them out. :) Well... most of the time.

Overall I am a lot more satisfied with how the new outline is turning out! Everything is so much better then before!! And while there will be a few things I still need to iron out and adjust, I hope I deliver a decent narrative at least! :)

Character Development

Since this rewrite, I feel like a lot of the characters have a lot more depth! In total there will be around 20 characters that are relevant in one way or another to the plot, some ranging in their importance to the overall story! Whenever someone has asked me how I go about developing characters, I like to tell them this: "Developing a character is like meeting somebody new, at first you don't know anything about them, not even their name. However, the more time you spend with them, you start to get a clearer picture of who they are, and the more you begin to understand them."

While revamping the outline, I have gotten to know these characters a lot more and give them all motives for their actions one way or another. Some character's I develop a whole backstory and motive for (Hoshi's ex-friend Dahlias is a good example) only to scrap them from the rest of the narrative as it would ruin an important message I want to convey with Hoshi's story.

Anyways enough with story rambles for now! As of late, I've been working on visual development for this series as when I originally made episode 1 and 2 back in 2023, I felt like some characters and the environments especially felt... rushed? I want to give this series my all, and I want to properly prepare for creating episodes, plus with my whole 2d rigging idea, I REALLY needed to get around to creating character reference sheets! Which for most of the characters who will appear in season 1, I have done just that!

Not only have I made character references, I have also revamped their designs, Cassidy and Hoshi especially, which I believe I have touched on more in a previous blog post! Overall, I love their designs a lot more and... if you would like to see me ramble while I design these characters for 20 minutes, I made a video going through this process!

This is the link if you are interested!

A few months after this, I also redesigned a few more characters from the main cast! including Erin's parents, along with a few others!! It's really nice to have a solid reference down to refer to as these guys will be extremely important for 2D rigging later down the line!

If you would also like to see me redesign these characters, I also made a video about it where I ramble a lot about each one!!

Here is the link to it!

I've also been thinking a lot about various character relationships, as I mentioned this series focuses a lot on family and friendship, in the entirety of this series there is only like one pair of characters who are a canon couple that get a little bit of focus, this being Cal and Emery aka Erin's parents!

I have thought a little more about them lately, more about who they are and how they met. While this does get briefly mentioned in the series here and there, it would be nice to explore them a little more, maybe a short or something at some point in the future? We will see! My main priority is working on the main series currently, however if I have time to make some little side projects along the way, then I will definitely consider it!

To help with the visual development side of things, I have also been doodling little storybeat sketches to refer to later down the line!! I have only gotten up to episode 5 so far as I haven't had too much time to work on em! But I thought I would share some of them anyways! ^^

Environmental Design

In the original episode 1 and 2 I felt as if my environments were pretty bland and not very developed... and that was because they weren't! As in the past I have enjoyed developing characters much more than backgrounds, and like most of the backgrounds in the original two episodes were pretty much just designed on the spot.

With this reboot, I wanna change that as there is so many stories you can tell with backgrounds! Since season 1 especially has a big focus on Erin, Cassidy and Hoshi traversing through these different towns and villages in Powerful Territory, I want to make each place unique in their design! Once thing I will mention which I will go more in depth about another day, is that recently I have been learning 3D modelling and my aim is to model some of these envirourments in Blender (especially the more reoccurring locations) This will help bring more detail and consistency to them as well! (And save me hand painting them every shot XD)

Anyways here are a couple of concept designs for Erin's home town and a village near the boarder in Powerful Territory! I am so happy with the rendering of the latter!

Future plans

When I first started this blog, I originally wanted to post every week or so, then life would get busy and I wouldn't post for months. I still want to document my progress with this series via these blogs, so I think I will go for a more bi-monthly posting schedule, especially with college finals coming up which I gotta revise for! 😭 So I have time to create at least something noteworthy for the blog that month or so, and not worry too much about periods where life gets busy and I have to take a step back for a moment.

I know this blog was a little lengthy, so I have cut it short and we will talk more about 3D modelling and 2D rigging in a later instalment, as I've been making quite a lot of progress with both lately and I'm excited to share it!

Until next time!

[that-one-odd-shipper]

First post . ❤ .

🍓- Hello!! This is my writing blog where readers can ask me about my fics and aus, I'll provide progress updates on fics, what's on my fic list, sneak peaks, where I could take requests and many other things! If you didn't come from a fic, my user is That_One_Odd_Shipper on ao3 and wattpad.

🍎- My specialties are romance, agere fics, fantasy au's and fluff. I am not usually one for college/high school fics but one or two might pop out depending on if it is a request/random thought. I write both pjsk and bsd :) depending on if I'm in the fandom I could possibly write for that one if wanted too!! I also enjoy writing non serious/ crack fics sometimes.

🍒- headcanons of my fics or short stories in asks are always welcome 🥺. I love reading/answering any asks! If you have any fanart of any fics I would DIE to see them omg I love that!! Same for gifted works.

🫖- Omni, Quorioromantic and ambiamorous! I am a Demigirl and use She/Her He/Him. For the sake of going by my fanfic user and not the one I use for every other platform, call me Oddie!

Requests . ❣️ .

🌹- For requests, as long as I haven't already done it and do like the concept I will put it on a list. I will not write anything that I have on the do not ask list on any circumstances, and I do like rarepairs so all that goes. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND!! I am a student, requests might take long times to get out for multiple reasons.

🍄- WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE BSD VER- Minor x Adult, ageplay, R@pe, abuse, any sort of sexualization of a minor, Incest, non-con, Selfcest. For my own reasons, I do not write Atsushi or Junichiro with anyone over the age of 20 romantically. That includes Dazatsu, Chuuatsu, Kuniatsu... Etc. Also Dazaku and Aku x Higuchi are definitely nos for me.

I also don't write Fukuzawa with anyone romantically besides Mori or Fukichi, and ESPECIALLY not Ranpo x Fukuzawa. Same for Mori (yes I will write him). Finally I won't add onto characters trauma by adding to their backstory. For example I refuse to write anything containing the headcanon that Mori uh... Touched Dazai when he was a kid. Unnecessary added trauma to Dazai's already horrid past, you see?

💥- WHAT I WON'T WRITE PJSK VER- Any sort of smut is off the table for them. Basic off limits, selfcest, incest, minor x adult. I also will not do Toya x any of the Tenma siblings. Tsukasa x any of Leo need and Shizuku x any of Leo/need I won't write either. Anything else is on the table!! I love a lot of ships.

🪭- You can DM me to to send a request, or send through asks! I'll respond to it when I agree to write it or if you do it as anon, ask some questions and then post the summary of it with a link to the ao3 and wattpad story.

🥀- When you request me, unless you want me to take a platonic or Romantic relationship you requested and make my own scenerio about it, please be specific with what you want. I get nervous about messing it up and want to give you what you want the most yk? It also helps my imagination. So list a scenerio or multiple settings, what conflict or the main part of it will be.

🦑- OBVIOUSLY THIS IS FREE just putting that out there I'm doing this for fun, I don't expect anything back but some kudos/votes for the story and possibly a comment :)

Thank you!! . ❤ .

[nickhembery]

2023 wrapped

Let's try to sum up the year.

First, the TLDR: a long, drawn out groan of "fuck".

Second, what actually happened.

Remember that blog from a while back where I had six goals and if I did them all then I'd customise my mechanical keyboard? That didn't really work out. The treadmill I bought was a bit of a lemon and had to be sent back. It was one of those machines that's not really built to be used, it's designed to sit in a corner and have the owner look at it and say "I should use that sometime", but they never do. It's documentation all pointed to it breaking down pretty quickly with the amount of use I'd put it through. Not in the documentation was that it switched itself off after 40 minutes without warning. Based on that, I sent it back and got a refund, minus the shipping cost because the refund label I was given wasn't enough for the damn thing's weight. Oh well.

The writing didn't go so well either. Stress ground that to a halt. Two things happened to spread that over the year.

First, I got solar panels installed on my roof. That's a good thing. They're cool and they've cut my energy bill down a lot. But to put the panels in I needed scaffolding in place. It couldn't be put up and put down on the day of installation because a) different companies handled the panels and the scaffolding, and b) in case something went wrong. In my case something minor did go wrong. One of the installers got lazy and instead of securing the main power cable to my outside wall, he zip tied it to guttering downpipe. As I explained on the phone when I complained, this makes a mess of liabilities if I ever need work done on that pipe. Fortunately, a couple of guys came out to fix the cable problem. But no one came to pick up the scaffolding... for three months.

Remember I mentioned that different companies handled the panels and the scaffolding? Well, I could only talk to the panel company as they hired the scaffolding company. It took a lot of phone calls, emails and Official Complaints to find out what happened. The scaffolding company ran into financial trouble and didn't tell anyone for a while. To keep the money coming in they kept installing scaffolding in properties and didn't bother collecting any. They had scaffolding to spare and knew that no one would dare/be able to take down the stuff left behind. Eventually, once the panel company found out what was happening they got the scaffolding company to start coming out and collecting again.

The reason this was a big problem was the scaffolding shut off access to a few things. Two of my windows, and my neighbour's garage. It's a bit of a pain trying to explain all the problems with the scaffolding company hired by the panel company over a text message. But... one day they finally showed and took it away. Stress over. Except.

Except, that day, the very same day, there's an all-hands meeting with work. Everyone tunes into the conference call to hear the news. The company's in trouble. Layoffs in the US office, redundancies in the UK office. The layoffs had already happened by the time of the meeting, the redundancies would be announced after call. When the call ended, I decided to give it ten minutes before declaring myself safe. I got the notification at about the seven minute mark. It was, indeed, fuck.

So, in the US they did layoffs. You're called in, you're told, you leave. No argument, no appeal. In the UK we do redundancies. That's a process about a month long where people are 'at risk' of redundancy and no one is officially fired until the end. For some, there are groups who have the same or similar titles, and the high ups have to decide who in the group to get rid of. For others, like me, you're a one of one, and you'll be gone, unless you can convince them to keep you on. This isn't even the shitty 'interview for the job you're already doing', it's argue that your job should even exist. In my case, the documentation about the redundancy said the plan was that my duties as proofreader would be split up between the writers. Mood: Pickard face palm.

So, got that news. That night I ordered a big box of grease in the form of a pizza for dinner and ate it all while feeling sad. The next day, I got to work. The amount of people at risk of redundancy in the company was so big that there were too many for the HR people to speak to, so we were split into sub-groups based on departments, and those groups would need reperesentatives to come to meetings with HR and then dissiminate the information back to their group. I volunteered to be a rep at is a) meant I was getting all of the information and b) meant I could channel all of anxiety about the process into being a control freak. I made spreadsheets, I kept masses of notes, I wrote up every single meeting. Half the questions I asked in the meetings I had come up with rather than people in my group.

About a quarter way through the redundancy process time frame, I got a meeting with HR to make my pitch. It was really pretty simple: You Need Me. The writers make mistakes, in grammar, in spelling, in simple facts. They don't have the time to research things properly so just it wrong sometimes, and asking another writer to check it won't work out because they won't have the time either. But, I needed some carrot with the stick so offered a solution. My utilisation was down, so I could go on part time hours for a while until things pick up again. They were receptive in the meeting, and asked for a written pitch. I wrote it, read it over, edited it, read it again, then sent it. They accepted. My job was saved, well half saved.

It was a good thing too, as my backup plan feel through. Just before the redundancy process had started, I interviewed at a science journal to do proofreading there. Say what you will about the business model of journals (it's all a bit predatory), but it would have been a big step up from marketing. It was really nice to be taken seriously as a contender for the role, but in the end they decided to go with someone who had basically done the same job at another journal before.

Back to the job stress. I had a half a job. Better than zero job, but still. Finances were tight. I had just enough to pay my bills each month, but that was it. I was not going on holiday or even replacing that crappy treadmill. I got very lucky with the situation. If I hadn't gotten the raise in January the cut to my pay wouldn't have been viable at all. I didn't mention the raise. Man, this is all over the shot, isn't it? Short version: company introduced system to get promotions for most roles, left me (and some other unique jobs) out. So I wrote my own job description for the promotion system in specific way so that they would have to promote me. I gave them plenty of chances to stop me. And the promotion went through in January with a nice raise. And then in May that raised pay was cut in half.

Being on part time isn't all it's cracked up to me. What do you do with all that spare time? Well, you stress out that the rest of the job will be taken away from you, that's what. I played a lot of video games, watched most of the MCU and watched most of Star Wars. The only thing from the MCU I haven't seen is Ms Marvel, I watched every other movie and show. I watched all of Star Wars except the Resistance show set around Episode 7. Only people who have seen all seven seasons of Clone Wars, all four seasons of Rebels, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett understand what's going in Ahsoka. It's like a soap twenty years long and suddenly plot threads from the entire run are all coming together.

Amongst all the TV watching, I gardened my garden. When I bought my house, there was decking in the back garden. But I quickly discovered that the decking was no good, it was rotting. Far too gone to Ship of Theseus it, I tore it all out, dug out the posts, lifted the gravel that was underneath the decking, lifted the second layer of gravel that was under the first, broke up some random paving stones that were in the corner, and cleared the whole area down to the mud. That took months of work. I filled my car three times with wood for disposing of and filled a four-tonne skip with the gravel and rocks. After the garden was clear, I got fresh gravel and membrane and covered it all over.

When November came around, I did NaNoWriMo again. I wasn't aiming for the full 50k though. It had been months since I'd tried writing and really I didn't have enough story to need that many words. So I went for writing every day. Late in the month I got sick, my first cold in four years. That knocked me pretty hard, so there was one day where I only managed 98 words. But I did manage to write every day, and a couple days into December I finished the first draft of the book I've been working on since 2019. It's gotten away from me a bit, it's 322,000 words long. I may try to cut it down to one big epic novel, or I may keep the length but split it out into a series of novellas. We'll see how editing goes.

That brings us to about now. Christmas is soon, and for the first time we're skipping presents. I'm actually relieved, I had no idea what to get anyone. Last day of work is tomorrow, then it's Christmas break.

This year has been stressfull. I'm seeing more grey hairs in the mirror than before. But it could have been a lot worse.

2024 is actually looking up. Going to do an editing pass of the mammoth novel, got a plan to do it in 100 days. Through a confluence of events, including metaphorically finding bodies stuffed in a cupboard, I'm going to be back at full time at work, so money will be okay again. I've got a plan to keep myself organised for the year, it involves a whiteboard and a physical diary. I'll do another blog later to explain that.

[lovebugmusings]

FIRST AND LAST LINES RULES: go to your last 5 published fics and share the first and last line with no context!

technically @websterss tagged my main but i work with one of my moots and she already has questions about the Way I Am (/lh) so it all goes here, to the fic blog!

double the relaxation - chad meeks-martin x reader x ethan landry (smut)

i. Work was exhausting and you knew, walking through the door, that both your boys were home already. ii. Finally, Chad readjusted himself so the three of yu curled up comfortably on top of the sheets, half-asleep and deciding to worry about the mess later.

dorm room antics - ethan landry x reader

i. You had everyone's timetables memories, all of you did. ii. Neither you nor Ethan knew where his confidence came from, but you quickly pushed your questioning aside as he pulled your core down against hte tightness in his trouses and bit down on your shoulder softly.

worlds apart prologue - neteyam sullly x reader

i. Never before had someone been placed in cryogenic hybernation while heavily pregnant. ii. After Tuktiry's naming and first Eywa communion, his training seemed to double, and while Spider could see him in the village, you remained stuck close to Hell's Gate.

love lost - neteyam sully x reader

i. From a young age, it was clear that you would spend the rest of your life by Neteyam's side. ii. A pain that pulled you away form Neteyam and back to the cean as your body begged you for breath.

200 mile (per hour) club - tangerine x reader (smut)

i. You wedged your phone between your shoulder and ear as your partner, Evaline, spoke about the nuances of a cartoon they had gotten really into while the pair of you had been in Japan. ii "Once I'm done with this job," Tangerine spoke softly as he picked up your discarded bottoms and guided them up your legs, kissing the skin before it was covered as he made his way up, "I'm takin' you on a proper date."

BONUS! WIP FIRST AND LAST LINES! (because i have actually written those)

finish what he tarted - commander cody x reader (smut)

i. You shuffled around the tiny apartment as quietly as you could, grabbing your small bag and shoes trying not to wake the man snoring in his bed. ii. And as his hands slid down your body to your hips, tugging your hips to meet his, he replied with the word in turn, promising himself as yours.

i am once again reminded of the fact that i write some long ass sentences.

no pressure tags! @freesia-writes/@spicy-clones (letting you pick your poison hehe) @rain-on-kamino @vnusology

[katarh-mest]

ADHD Things: First day of Vyanse.

Everyone says to take notes on how it's making me feel. Might as well Tumblr live blog it.

Long and super detailed so under a cut.

Took 40mg at 6:45 AM. Made coffee but went back to sleep because I didn't have to be "at work" (I work from home) until 8AM.

Got back up at 7:15 am because I couldn't get back to sleep. Figured I'd play some XIV on an alt. Made coffee.

7:45 AM - ran back and got dressed, played with the cat.

8:00 AM: Put together my coffee. I had a fresh quarter of milk. I only drink milk with my coffee, so what I generally do is freeze two thirds of it in two additional two cup containers so it doesn't go bad before I finish it. This is normally a task I would put off for some stupid fucking reason but I just.... did it? So that was cool.

9:00 AM: Got some work stuff done. Appetite: ravenous (this is the opposite of what I was told would happen) so made myself eat some fiber cereal for breakfast.

9:45 AM actually answered a client phone call instead of praying someone else would grab it! I still panicked though.

Actually got up when the FitBit "you haven't moved enough" alarm went off at 9:50

Saw dirt and just cleaned it. Instead of thinking, "I should clean that sometime." Unfortunately this led to the "roomba stuck under the couch" and I continued cleaning even though I'm supposed to be working.

Second client call at 10:06 AM. Same client called back that I talked to before. Talked them through where the table was in the database where they needed to blast off a setting on every single product in their system. (Basic SQL, I didn't need to write the script for them to do it.)

10:15 AM. Still ravenous. So much for "this medicine might make you forget to eat." Eating some yogurt.

Resting heart rate has jumped up to 95 bpm.

All our clients were forced to upgrade versions over the weekend and there is mass panic and chaos on schools who updated without preparing correctly.

I'm just.... looking at my ADHD piles, sighing, and taking care of them. This is good from a tidying perspective, but not so good because I am supposed to be working at the computer. But at least I finally put away the giant mess of paperwork from my the inheritance debacle last December and January. (Disabled sister inherited money and we had to establish a Special Needs Trust so she wouldn't get kicked off her much needed government assistance.)

10:56 AM I, uh, sat down and filled out the pretty planner I have.

11:44 AM Hungry again. Ate surimi and baby vegetables. I'm executing tasks on demand, but I'm not happy about it? I'm just doing them. It's easy, but I'm not excited. Maybe that's a good thing. The task itself has become an emotionless process. No dread at having to do it, but also no relief at it being done. Task switching is also easier. Honestly, having this post open is great for preventing me from wasting time on Tumblr instead of working, I guess.

12:20 PM Did my DuoLingo. Having anxiety attack breathing. Made myself do breathing exercises. Felt better. Ate a cookie.

12:30 PM Spinning my wheels because I don't want to go back to work yet. Made myself go anyway. An hour later, work is miraculously done.

1:30 PM - Nauseous. Drinking ginger ale. Work meeting, ugh.

2:30 - hour into work meeting, nausea faded into hunger again. made myself a ham and cheese roll up. I have been keeping my sanity into this work meeting by playing Pokémon go during the more boring bits. thank goodness for no webcam on my main desktop.....

3:15 - Work meeting devolved into a troubleshooting session over the issue we fan into last Friday.

4:15 - Our lead developer is a miracle worker. He pinned down the ephemeral bug that was haunting us like an invasive beetle to a bug board. And wrote a query to fix the issue in production while we wait for a hotfix for release.

4:30 - Made dinner. Somehow during the 2 hour work meeting I had the foresight to pull out the shrimp to warm up a bit. Made all the difference.

5:00 - I swear all the people who say they have no appetite on this stuff are built different. I'm chowing down on a salad like I haven't even in 2.5 days, not just 2.5 hours.

5:30 - Email bombshell from a client. I didn't panic! I did resent the interruption of my planned post workday walk.

5:45 - Say fuck it and go walking anyway. The email can wait.

6:15 PM - Come back and write the reply. Fuck that client.

6:20 Very thirsty. I should make some tea when the room mate vacates the kitchen.

6:30 - Time to goof off in XIV before anime

7:00 PM - shoujo night weeee!

8:45 Log back into XIV for the Caff Dad MSQ stream (I'm a groupie)

9:30 - It's all FFXIV from this point on so no point in continuing this.

11PM bed

[kittyfairyblog]

December 15 2024

Meow meow, greetings all to another blog entry. Meow I hope everyone is having a good weekend. I woke up around 9 something this morning and got ready to go to church. We finally got to go to church after not going for a couple of weekends due to reasons I don't want to get into. It was raining today and was pretty much rainy when we got out of church. We went to the Mall to go shoe shopping for my dad's birthday. My dad's birthday was yesterday but they my mom and dad didn't go out on his birthday to go shoe shopping. Meow so I walked around the mall while they went looking at the shoe stores. I didn't buy anything but just looked around. I also talked to my friend on messenger while waiting. Meow from the Mall we went to grab something to eat for lunch. Once we got our lunch we drove home. We got home and changed clothing. I had to give our vacuum clearer to my sister for she needed it for some reason. Then i went to eat my lunch. I threw up my lunch because probably ate to much. After all that I decided to take a nap but I couldn't nap even though I am not known for my naps. I just wanted to have a nice way of waiting for my parents to get done with the living room so I can have my time. I had freak out moment where I complained I didn't know what to do. Freak out, panic whatever you call it, I did it. I also had to do some laundry which isn't in the order of things that happened. Anyway I came to be in the living room where I have the front part all to myself because my folks went to take a nap. I don't know what goes through my head sometimes. I freak out on Sunday's after we go to church and come back sometimes because my routine schedule is messed up. I don't know about you all but if something is out of whack time wise I get bent out of shape. I feel stupid when I panic over something like that. I don't know there are times where I wish I lived alone and moved out but there are times that I grateful for my family. I just wish things weren't to so up in the air sometimes on Sundays. If we didn't go to church, I would be following my normal schedule routine. I am feeling better thanks for asking. I am no longer freaking out but listening to music in the living room with my headphones on. I am listening to BoA a K-Pop singer. Meow things are kind of out of whack. I am not usually writing the first entry of the day at 3 something in the afternoon. I usually write my main entry around 1 something. I guess things happen differently on the weekends. I shouldn't be so rigid when it comes times. Anyway I think I will close off this entry. I don't know what else I am going to do. I maybe watch a little YouTube in the living room. Meow I guess that is it for right now. Until later all, bye.

[leadandblood]

This blog is solely dedicated to The Terror and the actors.

Horny for Crozier blog: @severeomf

AO3: Morgan_the_Lonely_Brick

I'm basically always taking art and fic suggestions but there's no guarantee when I will get to yours.

Some tags I use:

#tom's terror compilation is my humble archive of #bts and #stills, mostly from Aidan Monaghan, an on-set photographer. Or you can go to the Google Drive version

#mine - things i have made (art/writing/edits)

#fanfic ---- #art ---- #anon ask---- #ask

#fingers in neds mouth day - Writing, fanart as well as just Thoughts about putting fingers in Nedward's mouf.

#jopzier posting - my posts about Jopzier, usually just yelling about screencaps. They tend to come in waves. I don't put these in the main terror tag.

#coldboytober - my October sketches, half of them requests.

And finally, each character has their own name tag #thomas jopson, etc. And each ship, too. (#jopzier, #joplittle, #fitzier, etc.)

My Terror AUs:

#Feral Jopson - in which Jopson bites. Literally and figuratively.

#insect AU - half insects. The definition of "insect" is very loose, though

#catboy AU - half the men aboard inexplicably wake up as cat boys one day

#Crozcest - An AU in which Jopson, Little and Crozier are related. Smut, alcoholism, abuse, angst, Enter at your own risk. Here's a masterpost for it.

My fanfics:

Mostly Crozier/Jopson. Be aware they get increasingly unhinged as the list goes on. Clicking the title will take you to the fic on AO3. READ THE TAGS. This is DEAD DOVE territory. There's innocent fluff, too, though.

From oldest to newest:

To be loved...

Rescue AU. Crozier/Jopson/Fitzjames, fluff, 1,458 w.

Summary: Post rescue, James is recovering from scurvy and the other two help him relax and fall asleep.

Flutter

Insect AU. Crozier/Fitzjames, fluff, 2,393 w.

Summary: Post walk-out. Crozier can't sleep, but neither can Fitzjames. They fix it by cuddling.

A Rabid Dog

Feral Jopson AU. Crozier/Jopson, violent, 894 w.

Summary: Jopson tears Hickey to death with his teeth. Crozier seems to like it. Praise and cannibalism kink??

Jopson is a good boy (who bites)

Feral Jopson AU. Crozier/Jopson, threats of violence, 645 w.

Summary: Jopson is posessive over Crozier and wants to ensure people don't even think of messing with his captain.

The Beast is Tamed (For Now)

Feral Jopson AU. Crozier/Jopson, 822 w.

Summary: Jopson gets some praise and a chocolate, then licks Crozier's hand clean. Bonus background Fitzier.

Eternity

Jopson lives. Crozier/Jopson (?), near death, 748 w.

Summary: Jopson is dying, but right before it happens, Crozier comes to rescue him. Mostly Jopson's thoughts.

Broken, Beaten and Built Up Again

Near canon, Crozier/Jopson, during ep 6, 23,401 w, WIP, half abandoned, but I want to get back to it one day.

Summary: Crozier goes through withdrawal, but at least Jopson is there to make it better. They both also have things to unpack.

Mandatory Nap-Time

Crozier/Little, fluff, 1,522 w.

Summary: Perscribed cuddles to boost morale. Little comes to Crozier with a cuddle request and he accepts.

This is where I start to actually mean it, okay? Read the tags.

Bring him back, whatever it takes

Crozier/Jopson, DEAD DOVE do not eat! 2,250 w.

Summary: Crozier dies during withdrawal and Jopson does the unimaginable just to bring him back (It works. Sex necromancy, yes)

Smells Like Honey, Feels Like Home

Insect AU. Collins/Goodsir/Little/Jopson, fluff, 5,736 w.

Summary: The bee cuddle pile (Collins, Goodsir, Little) might just be able to fit a wasp in too (Jopson)

A Fun Fact About Apples

Crozcest AU. Jopson/Little, incest, DEAD DOVE do not eat, 1,002 w.

Summary: Tom and Ned's feelings for eachother are complicated, but at least they can still frott while talking about Francis... They're rough and mean to one another

... They Don't Fall Far From the Tree

Crozcest AU. Jopson/Little/Crozier, 1ncest, DEAD DOVE do not eat, 17,334 w. WIP.

Summary: Crozier joins his sons to have some fun, but he mostly watches. Please just read the tags, there's too many layers of messed up to this...

[fractoluminescence]

January 2024 Monthly Writing Wrap-Up

Originally posted to Dreamwidth on February 4th 2024

I don't really know how to start this, since it's my first time writing anything like it. I did make a first post when I created my journal, but this feels different - and while I have a habit of briefly journaling during my writing sessions, I rarely reflect on what I've accomplished beyond a couple of days back. I thought this would be as easy as any entry - but now that I'm here, I hesitate, I dread to look back - which is so unlike the writer part of me.

Well, here I am. And I've got a month of entries to go through, and a lot to say, so I'll be alright.

I've had several things going on this past month - as I usually do. What was new was the Dreamwidth account - I'd never used a traditional blogging platform before, so it took some adjusting. I took some time to figure out how the website worked - am still figuring it out, to be fair - and what I wanted to do with it, because it looked fun and wouldn't it be a shame to leave it be now that I have access to it. And wouldn't it be a good opportunity to have a neat archive of my writing journey - not a messy day-by-day journal like I have set up on Notion, and not the what-am-I-even-doing-with-these journal entries that I've got all over pretty much any account and paper journal that I use.

I guess I'll find out if it's meant to be soon enough.

GYWO is going well. I worked on my writing on 12 days in January - the minimum my pledge had me aiming for being 10 days. It's a good thing, of course - especially since I know there are months during which I tend to write significantly less, so (like November, ironically enough).

There are two writing projects I'm focusing on right now, the first of which is the story I'm writing for the IchiBowl event. It's a tough one for me - I'm not really used to writing short stories, because most of the stories I come up with instinctively are at least novella-length. It trips me up - there was no already-existing plunny I could use, and I've got a minimum of 5k words to write in a couple of months total, which is longer than the short stories I'm used to writing (when I write any at all). And I can't even tell if it's going well - I got myself into a bit of a pickle because I realized when I started the second scene that some of the themes and symbolism were reminiscent of Shakespeare's The Tempest, so I decided to take some time to read through it while taking notes. For inspiration purposes.

I had miscalculated how long this was going to take me, of course. It's early February though, and I'm finally done with it. I've still got roughly two weeks until the next check-in, so as long as I don't run into a wall of some kind (I always do, but most walls I can climb over fairly easily), things should go fairly smoothly.

The second project I've got ongoing - well, it's the first project out of the two really, becauseI've had it ongoing for years and it's been the love of my life - is whatever the fuck what I used to call Isolated has become. It was meant to be a single story - but now that I've learned to outline and I know it's SEVEN FREAKING BOOKS (probably), things have started making a lot more sense - and looking a lot more messy now that I know what a mess looks like.

That's where my writing progress this past month comes in - but first, some more context. I'm mostly focusing on the first book - or what I currently think of as the first book, the order may change since different books follow different characters - which I've temporarily titled You Only Die Twice (a title that has ironically come to downright contradict elements of the wider story since I first picked it). And I've been having this issue with it...See, originally - back when this story was meant to be one book, and was a crossover - back when its main character Lydia was as two-dimensional as a sheet of paper and the genre was supposed to be romance - back then, I introduced a subplot about the second lead. Or - I mean, I guess I'm not sure if he's the second lead in this particular volume anymore - maybe he is. At any rate, I introduced a subplot because of the crossover aspect - and when I removed that aspect just a couple of months into writing the story, I kept the subplot, because it was fun.

Yeah, except it didn't fit with the rest of the story at all. It didn't fit with the themes that the story developed over time - nor with the worldbuilding, nor with the character it was supposed to be centered around. I spent years trying to make it work - and a year or two trying to remove it, because it was starting to impede my story and made it so much harder to write. The worse part is, it didn't even have any impact on the rest of the books - but it had been there for so long, and was so deeply anchored in the whole original concept I had for YODT, that removing it was genuinely really hard.

Well, guess what. I've removed it. I've finally found a way of extirpating it from the story. It felt like removing a bunch of supporting beams, and now I've got holes to patch all throughout the 20 or so chapters I've already written, but I roughly know what to fill them with. And the character development for the second lead makes a lot more sense now. The story seems...so much more in harmony with itself - and with me. Now that it's removed, the pattern is re-knitting itself together in a way that works and it look so much better.

Other than that, I've worked on the worldbuilding for Isolated a bit. It's mostly just fanwanking, but this story specifically is too interlaced with the worldbuilding for me to take it lightly, lest I awkwardly tread on eggshells trying to make it make sense to the reader without revealing I have no idea what I'm doing.

In short, I've spent the month reading through The Tempest to get inspo for my story for the IchiBowl event, as well as figured out how to get rid of that one subplot that has been plaguing YODT for years. It has been a productive month.

[keiraagrelo]

Evaluation

In this project my narrative was about the repeater travel I take to university and back this led me to further explore textures in buildings and patterns and patterns i cloud see. I wanted to visually communicate direction and repetitiveness.

My reseach helped me develop me new ideas and to add onto previous outcomes to give them something more.

Primary research provided me with a good starting point gibing me something to work with and made my brain start ticking with what I could create, and back I am forgetful I noted every little ides I have then worked on it with what I learnt in my workshops and lectures. The primary research also helped me to start thing about colour scheme and what visually is going to look good with dull colours, which I have kept a hint of in every page I have done. My secondary tea sch gave me inspiration on other artists opinions and how they perceive their work, I would say the designers/ artist I have used mostly inspired the layout of my work.

In the middle off the module I came to a brain block and started to repeat my thinking process so I started to go out of my comfort zone and “messing around” with what teqniques would work well together. This is when I decided  to digital print over my screen print it was a big risk as I didn’t know  if it would affect my screen print underneath, but it worked out in my favour as the blue underneath made the digital more vibrant.

I have interpreted my my final images by making the into tessellation’s, collages, mark making and zooming into specific parts of the images.

I have linked the my primary research and out comes to my narrative by giving the the outcomes direction and layout and lines.

In the response to my images was colour was the main theme as I carried out the same colour she me through my sketchbook and finally out come this linked all my pages together and created flow.

All around i found that my strengths to be embroidery as I could fully show and put together a a creative piece, I felt as if this had more of my successful peices and I could let my creativity to spiral.

I am able to create a weave but I found it hard to relate it back to my narrative, as for me it doesn’t communicate anything but colour, which I found hard to link as I feel that for me to make a pice it has to have some sort of picture to know what it is.

One of my weakness would be writing the blog, as I find it hard to describe what i have done and why I have done it,

This also leads to me feeling like I read myself in my work.

The  most successful pice on my final outcome board would be the aqua film where the membrane dissolved i like this most because it shows the most skill and when I have shown other they could tell what it is, I think it’s a very subtle piece but is the most technical.