#NOW'S MY TIME TO ESTABLISH MYSELF IN THIS FANDOM

[a-very-fond-farewell]

comes in real late to announce that *deep breath* guess who finally finished ch.11???

[generalsmemories]

How do I tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion?

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ summary: during one autumn afternoon you're suddenly faced with another one of your husband's impulsive purchases. only that this time it's a living being.

✧ content: established relationship, fluff, humor, might be a bit ooc

✧ a/n: hello there hsr fandom! i have unfortunately lost the battle against myself on making another sideblog for jing yuan, the man who has singlehandedly occupied my mind since his first appearance in the beta. i do hope that this will actually appear in the tags, but every infomation you would need if you want to request something is all up on the blog if you so wish! i hope we can have a pleasant time together !!

also this is not beta-read, we die like how fast my resolve to not create a jing yuan blog died.

Being the spouse of the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu comes with it's share of benefits and disadvantages. For one you're regarded at a higher position than most of it's citizens, often being stopped on the side of the road when taking a walk to exchange numerous pleasantries with merchants from outside of Xianzhou, various store owners or cloud knights on duty.

Another factor is shouldering the burden your husband has on his shoulder, an oath you had taken yourself the day you accepted Jing Yuan's nth proposal. You considered that a fair trade with his vast knowledge and insight into a possible future and doing everything behind the scene to avoid colliding headfirst into said problem. A feat that attracted you towards the general in the first place, minus his dashing looks of course.

The biggest disadvantage of publicly announcing that you were indeed the Arbiter-General's significant other was doing everything within your power to not throw your husband's famous title away for a newer, more terrible one. (more utc!)

Because as you see him walking up the steps of the Seat of Divine Foresight, your gaze is not locked with your husband's smiling face, rather it's fixated on the small being he has cradled in his arms. The soft smile you had quickly spreading into a more nervous and confused smile as you glance over at Qingzu, the counselor looking at you with just as much confusion.

How in the world did you manage to leave him alone out in the market area for an hour and he comes back with a lion cub?

"[Name], darling! Look at this grimalkin that a merchant had!"

A what now?

"... A grimalkin, you say?" Every book that has recorded history had specified that the grimalkin species had gone extinct, and you were well aware that your husband knew this fact. And yet here you were, faced with his smile directed down towards what you can clearly tell is a lion cub, his thumb pressing down at its paws affectionately.

You're starting to think that Yanqing's impulsive purchases with his sword collection aligns with your own husband's impulsiveness.

Coughing loudly into your hand, you take a deep breath before descending down the stairs to be on the same level as Jing Yuan, peering down onto the cub's face. It was indeed cute, and judging by how enamored Jing Yuan is, you can clearly tell that it's small stature is what attracted him to it in the first place.

Oh he's going to be crushed when it grows up, "It's adorable, Jing Yuan," you settle on saying, waving a finger over the lion's grimalkin face, the animal lifting its paws to try to grab it. You shoot a look towards Qingzu, a silent command for her to look into which outer merchant was now scamming people into buying literal lions. The counselor quickly excusing herself to look into the matter immediately, Jing Yuan only giving her a smile and a wave of his hand as she scurries down the stairs.

"Right? I decided to name it Mimi," he muses, and your heart breaks a tiny bit for him, but there are more pressing matters at hand than the fact that your husband once again got scammed because he was most likely bored out of his mind.

You would rather that the Xianzhou citizens know him as "The Dozing General" instead of the general that gets scammed a few times too many. How does one even go on about trying to tell their husband that the grimalkin in his arms is actually a lion?

"A fitting name indeed," you mutter, raising a hand to caress Jing Yuan's cheek, a simple gesture to make the general direct his attention to you. However, you could still see that his guard was slightly up with you. You only chuckle at that, leaning in to slide your lips over his own, Jing Yuan wasting no time to press back.

Another well hidden secret reserved for the walls of the Divine Foresight is the fact your husband is incredibly weak for his own spouse.

"... Want to tell me how much you paid for Mimi, dear?" you ask in a whisper when your lips part, thumb caressing over the mole under his eye.

Jing Yuan merely smiles, twisting his head to press his lips against your hand instead, "It was from my personal wallet, dear. Please don't fret over the small details."

"Darling, I hope you're aware that the small details would be the necessary funding for accomodation, toys and food, right?" you say with a chuckle, your husband freezing with his ministrations upon remembering that fact.

Oh well, you want to see how long it takes before your husband comes to realization that it's a lion. You just have to be extra vigilant towards the numerous fundings in the meantime.

While scrolling through your schedule for the next morning, your phone dings with a message from Qingzu. You quickly look down at Mimi whose resting on your belly and then at Jing Yuan whose sleeping self is still snoring away by your shoulder before letting out a small sigh in relief that the loud noise didn't awake any of them.

Qingzu:

Do I even have a say in this?

Was the message sent by Qingzu, attatched to it is a picture taken of what you can only presume is one of Jing Yuan's "diaries". The contents of it making you let out a low laugh, the shaking making said man beside you grumble before pressing his face into your neck.

Attatched image:

"Eventually, I paid hefty sum for the grimalkin, named it "Mimi", and took it home. Only that I'm too busy with official business and have little time to take care of Mimi. After thinking it over, chores like feeding it and changing its water should also be entrusted to Qingzu. I do wonder why [Name] looked so distraught when they first saw Mimi though. Maybe they didn't think I would favor the petite and small animals instead of the usual large and strong ones?"

[Name]:

So Qingzu, do you have an idea what the easiest way to tell someone they got scammed is?

Qingzu:

That is the role of the spouse, not the counselor.

[leidensygdom]

The ways in which being asexual feels isolating

I've been pondering whether to post this or not, but I figured out I wanted to explain a bit of this experience.

So, I could go on a very long tangent on how being asexual is usually a lonely experience, and how much I've been otherized here and there- Specially in real life. How the same people that claimed to be queer (or allies) had been much weirder about my asexuality than they were about me being bi/pan or whatever.

But I think I wanna talk about how something like that bleeds in every aspect of socializing, even down to something like fandom. I stay away from fandom usually- I like to look at cool fanart and that's about it. I hate discourse, I hate drama, I hate reading people getting worked up because they're treating fanon as canon. But there's one thing I've noticed, over and over, that just sends me off my rails.

And it's how fandom tends to treat asexuality (or aromanticism). So, you get a character in some piece of media that explicitly, unequivocally, states they're either ace, aro, or both. "I do not have interest in a partner", "I don't desire to have sex nor do I enjoy the topic", whatever. And as an ace person, I do appreciate being able to see myself in media- There isn't many chases where something is established that bluntly.

Now, you decide you want to check some fanart for that. Fandoms have this tendency to make absolutely everything about shipping, even when the media they're basing it in does not revolve about that (and it's annoying, because a lot of times people aren't interested in the actual themes- It's all reduced to shipping). Suddenly, you notice people treating the aforementioned character as anything but aro or ace. It's all about shipping. "This person interacted with this other person in a way two friends would, but we gotta make this their entire personality now". Some people may instead go for "well, maybe the character is not having sex, but they're probably an absolute freak about it, studies it extensively, has encyclopedic knowledge about it-"

Now, there's of course sex-favourable aces, and that's completely valid, but it's already straying from what, canonically, the character had mentioned. Asexual or aromantic characters aren't really allowed to exist as themselves. People often see them as a blank slate to fill, to change, to fix. I could talk forever about how people react to real life aces like that. I've had people asking me incredibly invasive questions because they saw my lack of sexual attraction as something broken, something they could fix.

And I hate that! I think I'm allowed to say that I hate that! It's hard and unusual for media to cement an aro/ace character, because they're defined by the lack of interest for something, which is often hard to show. But when it does- No one seems to care. It's all shipping, it's all "well, he's gay in denial", "well, she's probably super repressed". If you took a canonically gay character and made them straight on a fanfic, you'd get angry people. Which is bound to happen when you erase representation that people identify with. But aro/ace characters are NOT even seen as queer, they're not even seen as "representation" by most people. You can erase that bit of it, put some god awful shipping on top, and people will applaud you. And it sucks!

I wish people would see being aro or ace as an identity worth respecting, not an identity that needs overwriting. It feels a bit too close to how people often treat aro/aces irl, and it sucks. It reeks of this sort of exclusionism, where "aro/aces are technically queer but it's queer lite at best, it's less interesting than being gay, and we kinda don't want them near us anyhow". Again, I've had far worse experiences about being ace than I have about not being straight.

Sorry if the post got long, but I hope this experience may at least resonate with other people who have been struggling with this, too. It has always felt just kind of lonely to be ace, and see how little people do even consider it an identity, even when it comes down to something like fandom.

[prefer-to-be-vilified]

Hi! What are your favorite Wenclair fics?👀

I’m so glad you asked and I’m about to be so extra.

This fandom is beyond talented and I have many favourites. So I might as well make this an official Prefer-to-be-vilified Wenclair Fic Rec Masterlist… post (name could use some work but you get the idea).

I’m going to try to remember/link all my favourites but I’ll probably (definitely) forget some. And also I obviously haven’t read every Wenclair fic out there, my ‘to-read’ list is intimidatingly long and personal preferences are going to play a part in the fics I have included. But if I’ve missed some hidden gems please let me know!

Under the cut because this got long…

One-Shots/Short Chapter Fics:

the Witch & the Wyld by ohHOLYmoves - Long one-shot, Wednesday’s a witch who lives in the woods, Enid’s a werewolf stuck in her wolf form, need I say more?

Reset by Eggplant_Crusader - The OG. Probably the first fic read by a good portion of this fandom. Short, sweet, what the miscommunication trope is supposed to be.

her heart is a bird on a spit in her chest by lensbian_dykely - Long one-shot, Wednesday tells her parents that her and Enid are together without informing Enid.

What does he have that I don’t? by kofeew_milkk - Jealous Enid meets Werewolf instincts.

hello there, it’s me, the bull in the china shop by bogteats - Established Wenclair, 5+1 fic leading up to their first time.

I Think I Love You by tawen - Enid gets dosed with truth serum, Enid’s in love with Wednesday…

I Can Hear Your Heartbeat by LesbihonestGuys - Wednesday is a simp coming to terms with being in love and she’s real mad about it.

sandbox love by hanjisgirlfriend - Childhood friends falling in love.

gifts from a cat by Rennajade - Wednesday being a weirdo.

She’s my mate, Yoko! by lovely_shadow_minx - Enid realises Wednesday’s her mate and freaks out about it.

i tend to handle things usually by myself and i can’t ever seem to try and ask for help by Charlie_Balle - Wednesday’s actually allergic to colour.

The Art of Courting by Athems - Wednesday tries to court Enid but Enid thinks she’s threatening her.

Please (Just This Once) by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday trying to prevent a vision and the very emotional aftermath.

Wednesday Finds a Puppy by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday finds a random puppy in the woods and thinks it’s Enid… it’s not Enid.

Are You Going To Claim Your Prize? by wintersdume - The furs make a bet over who can get Wednesday’s number, Enid gets jealous.

It’s the Uniform, Isn’t it? by wintersdume - Enid plays baseballs, Wednesday gay panics.

Mobile Etiquette by Axinite25 - Wednesday not understanding the nuisances of teenage dating/friendship.

fuel the pyre of your enemies by heliamphoria - Wenclair meet cute while committing crimes.

Scrapped Scenes by MomochiZoey - Enid’s nosy and discovers that Wednesday’s self insert Viper now has a blonde love interest.

Premonition’s Embrace by whitebeltwriter - Wednesday has a vision that forces her to admit her feelings for Enid.

if she grabs for your hand (she might want a kiss) by ipretendtobesane - Short love confession, adorable.

Stormy Weather by SspiltDecision - Wednesday’s scared of thunder, Enid helps her.

don’t talk to me or my scary goth gf ever again by Kybee1497 - Protective (slightly feral) Enid and Xavier not taking a hint.

Complete Long Fics:

Terms of Endearment by Calchexxis - AU future fic/they didn’t meet at Nevermore, Enid goes to the Addams family for help after being kicked out of her pack for not being able to wolf-out but Wednesday’s the only one home, Wednesday has visions every time they touch about different versions of them/their ancestors throughout history, SIMPING, the worlds gayest mystery, I’ve read it several times and it always hits.

Forged in Blood by RiseAboveTheAshes_203 - Post season 1, I don’t know how to describe it other than angsty devotion, if for some insane reason you haven’t read this fic do it now.

The San Francisco Incident by Apeoflight - AU future fic/they don’t meet at Nevermore, Omegaverse, Werewolf mates, falling in love, real smutty, what’s not to love?

the nature of idiosyncrasies by bogteats - One of the fics I managed to catch early on and I was OBSESSED, AU, future fic, they weren’t friends at Nevermore but Enid had a crush, Omegaverse, their dynamic in this is to die for, angsty, smutty, a real and honest portrayal of not only Wenclair but people and love in general, read it, that was a threat, if you already have read it again.

raven in the den, wolf in the nest by Barbara_Lazuli - Canon divergence, fake dating to annoy Esther Sinclair, full honesty I read this awhile ago so I’m not 100% certain what happens but I remember enjoying it, might need to do a re-read.

black marked sun by chasinghours - AU college/university, Wednesday’s Yoko and Bianca’s roommate and Enid becomes infatuated, very cute, a little angsty but nothing crazy, shy Wednesday??? if I remember correctly, gay pining, we love to see it.

Purgatory Would Be Beautiful With You by EmilyWritesStuff - In universe, WEREWOLF MATES (aka the best Wenclair trope), fun and easy read, each chapter is like a slice of their life as mates.

Dance With Wolves by wolfwars - Fake dating BUT Wednesday doesn’t realise that it’s fake (because Enid was vague af), Enid’s pining, Wednesday’s confused, great idea and really well executed.

You Are my Moon by Bee-nut - Fake dating except Wednesday commits to the bit so hard she ends up facing off against Enid’s family aka a pack of werewolves in various dangerous challenges in order to win Enid’s hand, great idea, loved every minute of it.

Old Wounds by Sharpen_your_hatchet - Wenclair reunite years after graduation, less falling in love more realising they were always in love and coming to terms with that, sweet and easy read.

So This Is Love by LoriLoud - Unhinged Murderous Wenclair… no further explanation needed.

La Petite Mort by Apeoflight AND Wednesday’s Pet by Apeoflight - Smut, they’re both smut fics, I cannot remember which was which plot wise, but same author, they’re both really good and with a good helping of falling in love, yearning, denial of feelings, miscommunication, angst… all the good stuff.

Vortex by ALotOfConfusion - Need a refresher but childhood friends to lovers, little Wednesday wants to study werewolves and I remember enjoying it.

Puppy Love by Vaniloqu3nce - Enid’s wolf starts talking to her after recognising Wednesday as their mate, havoc follows, great read.

yours, eurydice by hanjisgirlfriend - AU, future fic, they never met at Nevermore, Wednesday’s a writer, Enid’s an actress, they live across the hall from each other, they write each other love letters and fall in love, cute af, a little angsty but not too heavy, definitely a must read.

It’s hard to espresso my feelings for you by SquishiestRose - Coffee shop AU, Wednesday works at the Weathervane and she has it BAD, the platonic Wyler this world needs, a little angsty but nothing crazy, cute, fun read.

Spell It Out by forgot_my_art - A spell gone wrong leads to both a misunderstanding and an accidental proposal… I mean it’s Wenclair, of course it did, fun read.

A raven’s dream of wolf by tokyocorgi - AU future fic/they never met at Nevermore, Wednesday’s sex dreams are also prophecy’s of her future, we love to see it.

All That’s Best of Dark and Bright by Porcie - Wednesday runs from her feelings post season 1, they reunite years later, Wednesday has a vision that forces her to stay in Enid’s life and by extension forces her to confront her feelings, they’re in love the entire time while pretending they aren’t, almost soulmate-ish, a bit angsty, but a fun read.

On-Going Long Fics:

[friendly reminder to read in-progress fic as a way to encourage and support our talented writers]

I’d Eat the Sun Just to Feel Your Warmth in my Bones by MsMio - AU college/university, I still need to catch up but ANGST, childhood friends, a very interesting take on the Addams family curse, Wednesday suffers from chronic pain, a good sad read but a hopeful one.

our immeasurable ties that bind by bogteats - Fantasy type AU, some very interesting world building, Enid wakes up pregnant with no idea who she is, where she is, or how she got there, super excited to see where this goes.

Blood and Shadows by DarkVisitors - Historical AU, western vibes, angst, horny gay yearning, a vague line in the summary that alludes to them being forced to marry at gun point but it hasn’t happened yet, I am beyond invested.

A Kidnapping By Any Other Name by RavenMoon33 - Wednesday “kidnaps” Enid to spend the break with her at the Addams Estate, I’m still catching up but Wenclair antics meets Addams Family antics, Wednesday’s having visions, there’s a mystery afoot and it’s linked to Wednesday’s ancestors. I might try to squeeze in another chapter later today actually 👀 (I didn’t read the OG so no spoilers!)

Whatever This Is… by CautiouslyPessimistic - A NEW FAKE DATING AU! In universe, takes place at Nevermore, only 2 chapters so far, but well written and I’m excited to see more.

Well… That’s Knew by Chaos_of_the_valkyries - Post season 1, Enid presents as a werewolf alpha and your honour they’re mates, protective Enid, Wednesday going soft, apparently I’ve missed the last two updates??? A crime, I will be rectifying that asap.

The Bite that Binds, the Gift that Gives by TieDyeKing - Historical Fantasy-ish AU, Wenclair arranged marriage, immediate connection but they’re being cautious/don’t trust each other, beautiful imagery/world building, an intriguing plot, Esther Sinclair being Esther Sinclair (aka causing problems), only a few chapters but one of my favourites since forever ago, in love with this fic and you should be too.

Symbiotic Relationship by SquishiestRose - AU future fic/they don’t meet at Nevermore, Enid gets kicked out of her pack and ends up desperate enough that she accepts a job working as the live in servant of a woman she’s pretty sure is going to kill her (hint: it’s just Wednesday being her normal off putting self), I’m a sucker for future fics with a very isolated and lonely Wednesday learning to fall in love and this is that.

[buckets-and-trees]

Talk

Title: Talk Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 2k

Summary: He's ready to give you everything you want and things you don't even know you need yet.

Content/Concept Warnings: BDSM AU, discussion of BDSM themes, oral female receiving, praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, forced orgasm

Notes: TRIPLE THREAT SUBMISSION for @buckybarnesevents WEEK TWO of Hot Bucky Summer: "What Should I Call You?", my fourth square of @buckybarnesbingo K4 "Kink: Forced Orgasm, and my second square for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C2 "BDSM." Also, @biteofcherry, you totally called the BDSM vibes from that little last line tag game sentence I posted the other day - it was this, mwahaha!

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You sat sideways on the couch, your arm draped over the back, legs tucked up comfortably beneath you. He mirrored your position, though with just one leg brought lazily up onto the couch, leaving his impressively thick thighs spread wide, teasing your fantasies.

Indulging fantasy was why you were there in the first place.

And you almost felt like this was any normal kind of Saturday afternoon with the new boyfriend you were eager to crawl into the lap of and be devoured by for the first time.

The setting fit – cozy living room of a sophisticated man’s apartment with leather furniture, modern art on the walls, small but sufficient kitchen, floor to ceiling windows along one side of the room that led to a private balcony, and a door that you knew would lead to the bedroom.

But it was just a little too tasteful to be real.

And he didn’t live here.

It was all designed to make you feel comfortable, an indulgent illusion of reality.

“You’re sure you’re not thirsty?” he asked.

He hadn’t offered anything alcoholic – strictly against policy so you were both sober – but you declined again with a shake of your head.

“Okay,” he said, “but remember it’s my role to make sure you always feel safe and taken care of, and that includes the small things like getting you a drink, and you can change your mind at any point. You’re not a burden. We are here for you and what you want.”

Warmth bloomed through your core – tinged with desire, but mostly just heat that was part comfort and part reticence. You had never taken such a bold measure of self-indulgence or self-care or self-discovery or whatever this could be called. It had taken almost two months for you to get from scoffing at the suggestion to sitting in the room on this couch across from the brunette Adonis who had said to call him Bucky (a nickname – you were asked to give a nickname as well when you registered and had gone with Rio).

“The last thing we should discuss, if you’re ready to move forward, is your safe word.”

“Brazil,” you responded without hesitation.

He smirked, but it was in no way unkind. “Rio and Brazil – I’m sensing a theme.”

“Another thing on the list of dreams to finally indulge,” the words tumbled out of your mouth.

“I hope that’s another thing you’ll choose to pursue.”

You laughed. “God, it’s so weird just how normal all this conversation feels. We just spoke at length about my kinks and limits and now I’m telling you my hopes and dreams. I’ve rarely shared this much of myself to anyone, and certainly not after only knowing them for less than an hour.”

“Well, part of that is that we all feel a little safer exposing ourselves to strangers because they’re not part of our routine,” Bucky said, “but there’s some trust that’s established by the mere act of us talking about your boundaries. It’s certainly a foundational part of the process. This only works when you feel comfortable with me, if you trust me – otherwise you cannot truly submit to me as your dominant in this arrangement.”

You nodded.

“Trust, strong communication – without them, there’s no way I can expect you to reasonably let go of your inhibitions either,” he soothed, moving his hand forward to brush his fingers over yours.

“The world of BDSM and kink is vast, but it shouldn’t be overwhelming. I never want you to feel like you’re an Alice who’s fallen down a rabbit hole and exposed to and expected to navigate the wonderland on your own.”

“I appreciate that. There’s…” you hesitated, but his rapt attention helped you feel like you could continue the thought on the tip of your tongue. “There’s a lot on the internet – a lot that I thought I knew about this stuff, but even just the registration and profile of preferences I had to fill out was pretty illuminating.”

After the basic registration you had been directed to complete an Experience and Curiosity Checklist that walked you through over 250 different activities and indicate whether you had tried it before or not, your pleasure during that activity if you had, and then a ranking of if you would like to try or do it in this setting – from never to need, if each activity was something you would entertain in a consensually forced situation, and if you would give, receive, or were up for both.

“Illuminating, huh?” Bucky grinned.

You felt just a touch of heat rise in your cheeks.

“You’re incredibly smart, and I like that,” he said, his grin turning to a softer smile. “That long and thorough profile? It’s the key to all of this – it’s not only for you, but also for me. I was matched to you ahead of anyone else on our staff. I’ve been preparing for you.”

“Like studying up?” you interjected.

“Of course, and the time we’ve spent up until now talking is for both of us, as well. You have a question you want to ask, something that wasn’t fully clear to you through your own research and filling out the profile. Ask it.” He tapped gently on your fingers, another motion of reassurance, connection.

“Forced orgasms.”

“I’m not surprised you would want to know more about that particular aspect.”

“I get the general concept, but I guess I don’t understand how that translates into practice,” you admitted.

Bucky nodded. “Sex should be engaged in for intimacy and pleasure – sometimes only pleasure, but not all the partners we are involved with are people we would trust to push us beyond our limits – either because a relationship is new, it’s a one-time thing, or because we don’t know how to communicate the limits and boundaries. Just like anything else, sex is a part of our experience as humans that we learn and grow and change with. A forced orgasm is a way to explore pleasure and power dynamics, but there must be that established trust. They can be both physically and emotionally intense because it could be exploring something new or pushing you past limits – you would give up power and be subjected to my whims.”

You took a deep breath and nodded.

“You give up power, but not safety – that’s important for you to remember. You always have your safe word or tap me three times if you can’t speak, I’ll always stop immediately. Forced can also be a specific part of roleplay scenarios. We can discuss it more, but I think you ought to experience it. Do you think we’ve built enough trust for us to begin?”

“Oh, now?”

“Yes, now, or we could talk more before we begin, we could talk and do nothing more tonight, or you could leave now and go think before your next appointment.”

You bit your lip, but only out of concentration for deciding, not out of nerves.

“What do you want?” he asked patiently.

“I want to begin the physical experience.”

“That kind of specificity will be rewarded, Rio.”

You grinned.

“You didn’t mark this very high on your profile, but I think you’re going to find out you have quite the praise kink.”

You half-gasped and half-giggled, surprised that he would say something so bold and yet also not.

“Strong independent woman like you? High achiever, determined. You’re not vain, and you don’t chase it, but you like recognition outside the bedroom, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“You’ll love it here, too, doll.”

You pressed your thighs closer together. A slow undercurrent of desire had been present since the night began, but as things began to transition, your core was beginning to thrum with anticipation.

“Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Before we get started, I – well – just – thank you for not asking me why I decided to come here.”

“You didn’t ask me why I chose this profession. It might be oversimplification to say we’re both here because we want to be, but that’s the bottom line, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Know there will never be an ounce of judgment here – not for your desires, your kinks, your fears, your motivations. Don’t worry about doing anything wrong in there – we’ll be learning what your body wants together. You need to stop, we stop. You need to pause, we pause. You want to go slow or try something again or from a different angle, you tell me. Deal?”

“Deal.” God, he made you feel like the world was at your feet even though you were surrendering to him.

He stood up and pulled you with him. “One more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“In there, you call me ‘sir,’” he said. He brought your hand up and placed a whisper of a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

Everything in you melted instantly and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“You got that?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smirked.

You knew he was going to ruin you.

You knew this, you knew you were ready and eager, and yet you also could tell nothing in your life had quite set you up for what you were about to experience if he had you pliant and nearly pleading for him after that mere gentle touch.

“Why don’t you head to the bedroom, I’ll give you a few minutes to get comfortable, and then I’ll come in.”

Two hours later, you were a writhing mess on the mattress, completely naked and splayed out for him while he was still fully clothed. His head was buried between your thighs, your hips firmly in place by his left arm pressing down on your pelvis. The fingers of his other hand were buried in your cunt, stroking the sensitive spot on your inner wall slowly and torturously – because every sensation down there was too much now.

He had traced his fingers over every inch of your limbs, teased your nipples, stroked your neck, ghosted his hands over your hips, teasing until you were pleading for him to touch your pussy.

He had told you once he started, he wouldn’t stop.

You knew he wasn’t lying, but you had never known an experience like this.

He had edged and denied your first orgasm until you were desperate and crying. The ultimate bliss had been blinding. He had praised you, told you your first orgasm with him had been truly beautiful, and your back had actually arched at his words, an inner keening. He’d been right about that kink.

And then he’d been nothing but relentless, bringing you to the edge and back again, then hurtling you over numerous times, with only brief moments of reprieve before torturing you with his lips, teeth, and tongue, with his hands, and with his words. Filthy promises of things he would do, dangled your fantasies in front of you, teased out admissions from you of even darker desires he as he presented new options you’d never considered, all the while pushing you into orgasm after orgasm. You keened and cried.

It was too much, and you told him so.

He disagreed, coaxing that you could give him another, and another.

“Sir,” you sobbed, “sir, stop, I can’t.”

Now the crying was continuous, and those were the only four words you seemed to be able to utter. When it devolved to only hitched breaths and sirs, Bucky slowed and stopped.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he asked.

“Yes,” you rasped.

“And?”

“I didn’t say it.”

He chuckled. “Just checking, Rio.”

“I know it’s Brazil! Break over, keep going.”

“It’s the endorphins – even though the overstimulation is there and it’s uncomfortable, the high with the endorphin release through the pain is its own trip, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, now keep your word and don’t stop until I’m utterly broken,” you whined, wiggling your hips as much as you could manage.

His low laugh made you shiver. “You’re going to be one of my favorites, I can tell.”

And then he pressed firmly on that spot inside of you and sucked hard on your clit in one sudden moment and ripped another orgasm and scream from you as you twisted one hand in the sheets and tugged his hair with the other, not ready to stop yet. He was as addictive as he was relentless, and you were not going to leave an ounce of this unexplored, and this was only the beginning.

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

End Notes: I feel like I knew some of the basics when it comes to BDSM and some of my fics have had BDSM elements, but I did a fair amount of research because I didn't want to do any disservice to the what a healthy relationship exploring BDSM might look like. This is one take. I found some very helpful insight at theduchy.com (specifically their BDSM Experience and Curiosity Checklist) and an article Bustle published by two sex educators that took a very straight-forward approach in discussing some of the basics. I'd go so far as to say there things that I learned or had reaffirmed or got better language/theory about by studying about BDSM that I think should just be base safe sexual practices (around consent, boundaries, exploration, trusting your partner, etc).

[homosexualworkaccount]

Jason Todd’s “Replacement” nickname for Tim Drake, Origins and Popularisation

So, making a 2500-word essay on how a fanon nickname that only me and like two other people care about is not how I expected to spend my time in between exams.

A lot of Batfam fans are very, very much aware of the fanon “Replacement” nickname Jason has for Tim, and a lot of us very, very much hate it due to the connotations of fanon characterisation that it has. I don’t personally, I think it’s an alright enough one that fits into the established canon ones – but to be fair, I haven’t read the comics in a hot minute, so my memory could be screwy.

I got curious one day on where the nickname came from when a user on TikTok mentioned that it might’ve originated from a Batfam incest fic (They weren’t too sure and told me to take it with a grain of salt) – so shout out to them for starting me down this rabbit hole! I looked over on here and saw that notion repeated, though no one could pinpoint me to a specific fic beyond “It was popularised from a Batfam incest fic.”. I also saw a few people say that it was derived from canon, which piqued my interest further so I decided to go down a rabbit hole of fandom history purely for some fun.

The aim of this essay is just to clear up some misconceptions around the origin of the name, all fun and no harm. Don’t send harassment to people referenced in this either over a silly nickname, it's been well over a decade since they wrote the works used here.

Preface

Alright, first things first – all sources are going to be ones that were published after August 2005, the official date the first issue of Batman: Under the Red Hood was published, where Jason was established to be alive again.

While there could be a chance that the nickname was derived from a website/fanfiction before 2005, it’s highly unlikely due to the fact it was only popularised in the early 2010’s, and well, because Jason was dead and no one gave a shit about him. Also good to remember that most websites that ran before 2005 are defunct and purged from the internet now, particularly fanfiction websites (such as Quidzillia) due to various issues (taboo, copyright, costs to run ect).

Small note to make again – the Batfam fandom was fairly small at the time, the more fandom-y part of the DC community usually sticking to their own websites like Quotev, Quidzilla (again, defunct now), AO3, Fanfiction.net, LiveJournal and independent websites (again, defunct) while the rest stuck to discussion sites, so the entire fandom functioned more as a insular community from what I could tell. I will be working with the assumption that the nickname was created on one of the larger platforms, as any other platform didn’t have large enough influence to popularise the nickname.

The nicknames that I specifically looked for was simply Jason calling Tim Replacement in place of his actual name. Something like “Replacement Robin” was on very thin ice, but still counted as an offshoot. Anything else was off bets.

This whole thing will be split into a few sections to make some things for myself easier. Preface, Sources, Pre-cursor Fanfiction, Fandom Opinion and Language, First usage, Popularisation, Conclusion, Questions, Final Notes.

Sources

Fanfic.net – Created 1998, was and remains one of the larger fanfiction sites. Note; Fanfiction.net had various periods of time where there were large scale purges of fanfictions that held more mature content. Most notable instances were in 2002 and 2012.

Archive Of Our Own – The holy grail for my research. Created in 2008. For the information I got from there I used the search filter Date Updated, tagged Jason’s and Tim’s individual tags and followed from there.

Live Journal – Created 1999 and was used as one of the larger sites for fandom and fanfiction. Was used by DC fandom goers regularly so I used it to get an idea of the fandom at the time.

Tumblr – Created 2007. Theres various people on here who have compilations on DC timelines and comic sourcing that helped me correlate fandom growth with specific comic releases (Shout out to @ectonurites for their meta posts and timeline posts, they were a major source for this!). Dogshit filtering system, so I couldn’t find posts pre 2012 about DC.

Note; Quotev and Wattpad weren’t used in this as their filtering systems don’t account for searching for older fanfictions, so sadly had to be discarded as most fanfictions between 2006-2010 on those websites are now very difficult to find.

Pre-Cursor FanFiction

So, before we get to the actual first proper use I could find of “Replacement”, I first want to mention a fanfiction that had something very similar that I think would be important purely for archiving reasons around how the nickname came to be. And also because it fits the nickname criteria I mentioned earlier.

Published on the 29th of November 2006, last updated on the 28th of November 2007, was the fanfiction My-Enemy-My-Brother on Fanfiction.net by user theunknownvoice – featuring the first use of Jason referring to Tim with a nickname including replacement, Replacement Robin. Kudos to theunknownvoice, they created the very first nickname that would kickstart the rest.

While Jason doesn’t explicitly refer to Tim as Replacement – the main subject of this essay, it comes very damn close, so I wanted to include it. There is a part where Jason repeats replacement in his head multiple times, and I think he’s supposed to be referring to Tim, but the sentence isn’t very clear on that part, so I won’t count it, but it is important to acknowledge.

Though this isn’t the fanfiction that influenced the development of Replacement. This fic had barely enough reach to influence any future works years later. I couldn’t find any connection with this work and later works that officially did just have Jason call Tim “Replacement”

Fandom Opinion and Language at the time

I promise this is important and that I’m not a pretentious linguistic, English isn’t even my first language.

I like to think we all know how fandom discussion just seeps into fanfiction (See; the nickname green bean for Deku from MHA leaking into fanfiction) so I just want to quickly point this out.

Discussion around the two blew up after Jasons return in late 2005, people going “What does this mean” and “What does that mean for Tim”. Through the few posts I could dig up from this time and up to 2011, it seems people came to the conclusion that Tim was Jason’s replacement, and that their dynamic was Jason dealing with the fact that he had one. You can definitely see that in some of the posts and fanfiction written at the time that usually had Jason dealing with Tim being his replacement.

(Just a few examples from LiveJournal but more like this are still floating around, if they aren’t deleted anyway)

It’s very likely that the authors themselves engaged in similar discussions/had independent thoughts that ended in the same conclusions, seeping into the fanfiction itself later. In the comics pre-New 52 I couldn’t find any major instance of Jason explicitly referring to Tim as his replacement (only implied through speech), so this was mostly contained in fandom discussions from what I can tell. (Note, this was probably similar on comic discussion websites, but I couldn’t find any that still exist pre-2007, so I’m going to assume literacy skills are not any better on those sites. See; Batman dick riders)

The fact that Tim is explicitly described as having replaced Jason, and sometimes as “Being the Replacement” on posts/fanfiction definitely had a hand in the creation and popularisation of the nickname, influencing the fan content made around the two.

First usage of Replacement

Cain! Cain! Is the first use of the nickname Replacement really from a Batfam incest fanfiction?

Nope, thank God.

After filtering their character tags together on AO3, going to the oldest page and clicking through over 10 pages, reading every single fanfiction on each one (yes, even the weird ones, I was dedicated) I found the first instance where Jason explicitly refers to Tim as Replacement, that still exists today anyway.

Published on the 24th of January, 2009 by user shiny_glor_chan, is the fanfiction Four Calling Birds, a fanfiction detailing Stephenie Brown returning from faking her death (a whole headache from the comics that I can't be arsed to explain) and getting to meet Jason and Dick for the first time. Genuinely sweet, and a corner stone of fandom history, officially. Hip hip Hooray! Congratulations shiny_glor_chan.

I tried tracing to see if this person had any other accounts that I could find to see where they got the nickname from, but it seems it’s mostly a nickname they thought up out of the fact that they had consistently wrote Jason explicitly stating that Tim was his replacement

And reading through several more pages of fanfiction again, feeling like I want to bleach my eyes out, I found the second instance of the nickname being used. Published on the 26th of May, 2010 by user axiel-neesan, is the fanfiction The Only Piece You Get, where Jason basically acts as Tim’s cabbie and bonds with him. Another corner stone of fandom history, hooray.

These two authors are completely unrelated and have no connections to each other besides both frequenting LiveJournal, having taken prompts and having friends from that website, despite having no accounts I could find. I personally think they had a similar train of thought of “Huh, that would be a sick ass nickname.”. Chances are that axiel-neesan saw shiny_glor_chans fic and got inspired as the fandom was dead small on AO3 at the time – around 20 pages worth of fanfiction from 2008-2010 (And thats being generous if we’re counting now deleted ones)

These two fanfictions are immensely important because it’s the only early instances I could find of the nickname being used, and for about two years after the nickname pops up occasionally – but by no means was it popular, or even regularly used, I had to look for the fanfictions that used it.

Props to shiny_glor_chan and axiel-neesan! I pray that you two don’t see what the fandom thinks of that nickname now.

Popularisation

Early 2012 saw the proper explosion of fandom for the Batfam, and by extension the nickname.

By this point there were so many fanfictions that I couldn’t read them all, so I started picking random ones that tagged Jason and Tims relationship, platonic or not. Pre-April-ish of 2012 the nickname popped up every other page or so, but sometime after mid-2012 the nickname was in almost every fanfiction that I skimmed through – so that’s its official growth period.

Why though? Several factors probably.

The New-52 was in full swing by this time, DC massively promoting the reboot to get new fans interested, so people picked up comics from there. Young Justice – the more mainstream exposure of DC to surface level fans aired its second season in April of 2012, introducing people to Tim Drake and his story and getting them interested. Fanfiction and fandom as a whole was becoming less taboo and more accepted in fan spaces, so encouragement to write it was much better than it was in the early years of the internet (Example; Teen Wolf’s production team)

As for a specific catalyst for the growth of popularity for the nickname? There might be something worth pointing to.

Kudos for @ectonurites for helping me on this (Hi Sam! I was anon!) and giving me a publishing date on Tim’s and Jason’s first New 52 interaction – Red Hood and the Outlaws #8, published on the 18th of April, 2012. It features an instance of Jason and Tim interacting in a very friendly and familial way, Jason explicitly calling Bruce their Dad. Compared to their last major previous interaction of Jason leaving Tim for dead, fans of the two who enjoyed the more familial potential (and tragically, romantic potential) took it and ran with it.

All of these combined in some way to contribute to the popularity of the nickname in mid to late 2012, and lead to it’s infamy in DC fanfiction.

Conclusion

In conclusion, how do I think the nickname came to be?

I think it’s a combination of factors that led to it’s creation. As already established people very much did see Tim as Jasons replacement at the time, and the language could have shortened down from “Tim replaced Jason” to “Tim is Jason’s replacement” to “Tim is the replacement” which I think could be the train of thought the 2006 author went down to create the nickname Replacement Robin.

This definitely influenced the AO3 writers as shiny_glor_chan was present on LiveJournal at the time (where this language was very prominent), so they were already down the line of thinking this and probably went “Huh, replacement is kinda a funny nickname” and added it. As already stated, I think axiel-neesan probably had a very similar train of thought or may have seen shiny_glor_chan’s fic and was inspired.

And from there people saw it, used it in their own works, getting leaked over onto LiveJournal, which was the main website for prompt sharing, getting used a decent amount there before the explosion of fandom in mid-2012 that lead to it’s regular usage in fan works.

Questions

So, is the nickname from a Batcest fic?

Nope! The nickname mostly makes an appearance in platonic fics between Jason and Tim, it’s actually a chore to find it in their romantic ones, as in I think I found one instance of it being used somewhere in late 2010 but I can't think of it in a fanfiction that predates that. All early uses of the nickname were in platonic fics between the two.

I think this rumour is based around three fanfictions specifically on Ao3 that people are pointing to, I think, no one seems to be wanting to name names. They’re the ones that pop up when you search Replacement in the word search after tagging Tim Drake and Jason Todd together.

Wings to Fly. Published October of 2012. Jason Refers to Tim as Replacement. Jason/Tim

Replacement. Published 2009. The title implies it’s referring to Tim, but Jason never explicitly nicknames Tim replacement, the narrator only calling Tim “His replacement”, him being Jason. Jason/Tim. Non-con

The Replacement. Published 2011. Can't figure out if the title is supposed to refer to Tim or is simply just titled that for the sake of it. Jason talks a few times about Tim being his replacement, but the nickname never makes an appearance. Jason/Tim

Does the nickname have any bases in Canon?

From what I can tell, no. I haven’t read all the Batfamily comics Pre-New 52, or from after Batman: Under The Red Hood, I mostly stray towards Hal Jordans comics lol. I don’t think theres any major instance where Jason talks about Tim replacing him by specifically using replacement or replacing (It can be inferred from his speech sometimes, but Jason’s relationship with Tim was much more complex than that. I’d recommend reading @ectonurites metas about the two to get a better idea) Theres a few instances in 2015 post-New 52 reboot where Jason says explicitly that Tim replaced him, but that was way after the nickname was popularised.

Red Hood and Arsenal #7 (2015)

Final Notes

That’s about it! That’s the result of my month long dive into almost twenty years worth of DC fandom history as a fun side project. Please don’t harass anyone linked here, this was just project to pass the time and not a call out post for anyone that did contribute to the popularisation of the nickname.

Feel free to ask me anything else about this or any other DC fandom history and I’ll try to research it!! This was genuinely a fun thing to do to pass the time and work out my research muscles.

[dodge-ra]

I’ve been stuck in the Naruto (founders era mostly) fandom for some time now, and finally managed to throw something together to post. Enjoy some Tobirama and Hashirama sketches :) I gave Hashirama a little sprout on top of his head that changes based on his mood (it flowers when he’s excited, wilts when he’s sad or getting relentlessly bullied by the combined powers of Tobirama and Madara…). I just think it’s neat.

I love them both so much and reading fics where they’re in a healthy sibling relationship makes me irrationally happy (though they’re quite rare, since Hashirama is often portrayed as evil for some reason 😅 - no matter, I’ll still read them).

I also sketched them planting a tree together. In my mind, they’re planting it on the day of the official establishment of Konoha, so it will act as a reminder of peace for many years to come. It’s set in a world where nothing is wrong, Izuna is alive and well, Madara isn’t insane, Konoha is thriving (happy endingy FTW).

There’s a short rant beneath the cut, nothing important :)

I’ve been a bit under the weather lately. Thankfully, my final exams (the most difficult exams in my life) are behind me (I’m still waiting for the results, but I’m pretty sure I passed), but unfortunately, my portfolio for an art college I had applied to had been rejected. I’ve never liked my artstyle (and art in general), and the rejection hurt me more deeply than I thought it would. It fuels my insecurities about my art to the point where I was second-guessing if I should post these sketches or not. I’m constantly worried that they look fine to me, but horrible to others, but I managed to convince myself to post them nonetheless. No worries though, I plan on practicing more, now that I have more time. I’ll probably post more as well (no promises), and I also thought about writing a bit (fanfics). I’m excited to see where life takes me, since it kinda came crashing down on me in the past few days, but I’ll pull through, I’m sure. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you’re enjoying your day :)

[avelera]

A Doylist Argument for Why Alice, Daniel's first wife, is NOT Armand in "Interview with the Vampire"

So I know the IWTV fandom has more or less made up its mind about "Armand = Alice" but I have to say, I am still not convinced. In my opinion, the discussion of how Armand knew what Alice was thinking that night was because Armand was spying on Daniel and Alice as a powerful telepath, all things we've known Armand to do, not because he was somehow Daniel's first wife and at no point did Daniel, an investigative reporter, in the present day recognize that Armand was Alice, his first wife who he would presumably have photos of.

Anyway, let's start from a Doylist angle. Doylist means, "from the creator perspective, analyzing from the point of view as the work of art as something created by people outside the universe of the story, ie, Arthur Conan Doyle wrote Sherlock Holmes, not John Watson who wrote the book in-universe."

First of all, it's pretty unusual for a show to outright lie to the audience. There used to be a whole script writing rule about it and if you look closely, it's very unusual in most TV shows for a character to outright lie unless the story is a mystery and unless the fact they're lying is well supported as being something the audience should be on the lookout for. But even when characters lie on tv, there's usually a bazillion neon signposts going, "The guy twirling his mustache and cackling is a liar!" and we're usually introduced to the actual truth at some point within the story.

Ok, all of that aside because I could talk about when and how and where and the nuances of writing liars into stories and why it's best generally avoided (unless it is the entire point, because audiences tend to take what they're told by a character at face value unless they're specifically told not to, etc etc.), IWTV by contrast with most tv shows is notorious for playing with lies and truth with this in very interesting ways.

Truly, I don't think I've ever seen a show lie to the audience as much as IWTV but even then, IWTV lies in very careful ways.

So, let's examine how IWTV depicts lies and subjective truth, and why I think this makes it unlikely that "Alice = Armand", which would be an absolutely gigantic lie to drop on the audience.

We always know that lies are going to be part of the story in IWTV. There's tons of support and scaffolding to the fact that the audience should know that this is a subjective story, that facts will be misrepresented and misremembered.

For example, it was an entire plot point with a long pay off that Lestat shouldn't have been able to communicate telepathically to Louis after he was turned and it was used to highlight that we should not take anything that happens in the flashbacks as objective truth. This has been told to us over and over and over again in this story.

This is so they can avoid the cheated feeling of a, "Gotcha!" Audiences do not like to be lied to but they do like to solve mysteries. If you're going to lie to the audience, you need to give them a chance to solve it. Generally speaking you accomplish this by telling them ahead of time what they should be looking out for and that there's a mystery incoming, you don't just "Rocks fall, everyone dies," dump it on them out of nowhere then laugh that they were too stupid to figure it out. That enrages audiences.

Now, it might seem like I'm contradicting myself here. "Avelera!" You might say, "We have it well established that something fucky is going on with Daniel's memories! A big red flag was raised that Armand has messed with Daniel too in the flashback to the 70s! We know from the books that Daniel and Armand had a relationship and the show is at least teasing that they had one in the show canon too! Isn't that enough to establish that Alice = Armand is a reasonable mystery that is being hinted at within the context of the story?"

And to this I answer, sure, it's reasonable. I think the number of people who are speculating that Alice = Armand is actually a point in favor of it being true, because a good established mystery should have enough hints that people can begin to put it together before it's confirmed.

But here are my personal hang ups about why it still doesn't feel quite right to me.

We have the fact that Daniel has ruined two marriages. This is set up early. Like, super early, in episode 1, before we even see the vampires. We also establish that Daniel's two marriages are with (presumably mortal) women and that he has 2 daughters. This is set up long before the themes and ideas around the subjectiveness and falsehood of memory are introduced. Generally speaking, you don't introduce a mystery before you introduce that there is a mystery. To my eyes, we were meant to see the details of Daniel's marriage and family life as objective truths about him that inform his character before the interview starts.

Even when we do get into Louis' interview, there is a strict dichotomy to the dreamy, subjective world of Louis' story and recollection, and the sharp reality and harsh brutalist lines of the apartment in the present day.

To my eyes, the meaning is clear: All flashbacks are suspect and subjective, but scenes that take place in the modern day are objective. They are really happening. We can speculate about what things like what the decor tells us about their mindsets and the way Armand and Louis present themselves to Daniel mean, but this isn't a dream or a lie or a framing device happening here. Modern day = objectively true.

Daniel talking about his two failed marriages and his daughters is not presented within the framework of the subjective interview flashback world. These are not facts we've been asked to question, these are the objective building blocks that tell us, objectively, where Daniel is coming from and why he's the bitter old man we see instead of the bright eyed interviewer seen in the IWTV film or books.

The very AU premise of IWTV from the books is that we are in a canon divergence world where Daniel was allowed to grow old, have a family, and have a successful professional life even if he never had a successful personal life. It is the way we are objectively meant to understand his point of view and other elements like his saltiness towards the vampires. It's how we're supposed to understand him as different from his book counterpart. I think it would be cheap to then pull a "gotcha!" about those, personally.

Now, there is a mystery introduced as far as Daniel's memory, recollection, and possible falsehoods in his own understanding of his life but those are questions like: "What happened after Daniel interviewed Louis the first time?" Which is part of the broader question of, "Why are we returning to the interview now?" Which also plays a bit into Daniel's broader questions of, "Am I going to survive this interview?" which is connected to the question of, "Why did I survive the first one?"

But those questions are generally raised and addressed within the flashback to the 70s, because flashbacks, as we've established, are (within the story of the IWTV show) where these doubts about objectivity are allowed to exist.

Note, that Daniel's 2 marriages and the existence of his daughters are not discussed in the flashbacks. What is discussed is, "Why did I survive that night in the 70s?" And we learn that Daniel's memories of that time have been tampered with, there's more to the story that it appears, and he had a moment of connection with Armand that he did not recall.

"But Avelera!" You say, "Is this not further proof of Alice being Armand if we establish that Daniel doesn't have the whole story and that he and Armand had a connection that he doesn't fully remember??"

I think it is a point in favor of the theory. I think it's a point in favor of the theory being a valid one to explore, but I'm still not sold because of a few reasons.

Armand has never:

Presented himself with feminine pronouns, never cast himself in a feminine light, never associated himself with the feminine.

Furthermore, Armand has never disguised himself as a woman. Disguise is a theme in the show, Daniel talks about how people put on disguises before he finds the truth of them. But if "Alice" is a way for Armand to disguise himself in Daniel's memory, it is not a disguise that bears any resemblance to the other disguises we've seen Armand wear throughout the show. It is not a theme for Armand, it is not related to his story. Armand is many things to many people, but he's never ever associated himself with the feminine.

Armand would not need to disguise himself as a woman in Daniel's memory for Daniel to plausibly remember having a relationship with Armand, because Daniel recalls having queer experiences in the 70s. If Daniel remembered a relationship with "Andrei", I'd be more inclined to believe he's substituted himself in Daniel's memories with a mortal. Going so far as to say, "Of these 2 women Daniel told us in the objective present that he's been married to, one of them was a man who was also Armand," just seems a bridge too far in tricking the audience for no apparent reason. To me, that feels like a cheap trick on the audience.

Now, what about those weird things Louis and Armand say about Alice when they're shaming Daniel with the memory of her?

Specifically: what about Armand knowing what Alice is thinking the night she turned Daniel down?

This is my biggest point of difference with those who theorize that Alice = Armand. After all, how could Armand know what Alice was thinking that night unless he was Alice?

To put it simply, I think he knows because he was stalking Daniel that night.

I think we are meant to go, "Wait, what??" when we hear that Armand knows what Alice was thinking that night. That conversation is mean to be a red flag when we're invited to notice that Armand and Daniel have more history together than we, or Daniel!, have been led to believe.

But we also know Armand is a powerful telepath. This is a hugetheme throughout the show.

And, personally, I'm big fan of Queen of the Damned the book. It is my personal theory that IWTV the show takes place in a world where Armand and Daniel had their "Devil's Minion" whirlwind romance in the 70s, but instead of Armand turning Daniel as he requested, he wiped Daniel's memories and then let him go.

IMO, Daniel continued life thinking that he'd lost his memories of the 70s due to drug binges, and then from the 80s onward lived a relatively normal life with his two failed marriages to mortal women, his two daughters, and his award winning career. That's the divergence point.

To me, it seems much more plausible based on everything we know about Armand, that after he "freed" Daniel from their relationship and "allowed" him to live a mortal life instead of "cursing" him with vampirism, that Armand continued to stalk Daniel. Because that's what Armand does. Even in the Devil's Minion chapter of QotD, he's constantly stalking Daniel to the point where all Daniel needs to do in a particular city to have Armand swoop in to save him is think about him really hard.

So to me, what I think that line of dialogue was setting up was not "Armand = Alice" it was, "Armand continued to stalk Daniel after their relationship ended and that is the red flag you're supposed to pick up on from this dialogue, not a convoluted masquerade where Armand replaced Daniel's memories of the relationship with a woman named Alice who at first rejected Daniel but then eventually agreed to marry him."

To me, Armand = Alice just seems too convoluted. It also seems too easy to disprove given that Daniel is an investigative reporter. You're telling me he doesn't have any photos with "Alice", his first wife? You're telling me that if Armand was Alice, Daniel's first wife, that he never looked at "Rashid" or Armand and said, "Wow, you remind me of you my first wife?" Because to me, that's the sort of line you drop (in a more subtle manner) if you want people thinking about Alice = Armand but there is nothing along those lines in the show.

Now, what about the line, "You felt safer holding her hand in Paris."?

That one is a bit of a head scratcher. That one I think does lend to the possibility that "Alice" was male, that "Alice" was Armand, because Paris is discussed as more queer friendly (even though we also have scenes of Louis and Armand receiving homophobic comments while in Paris so... idk, "more comfortable" doesn't mean it was truly accepting, much like Louis felt "more comfortable" being a man of color in Paris even if racism was still rampant, but I digress).

But I didn't take it as a comment on Paris being queer-friendly (and therefore Armand = Alice) at the time when I first watched that scene.

I took Louis statement there as much more of an attack on Daniel's hatred of Paris. Paris is the city of love. America is the country where Daniel lives and works and has his identity as a hard-ass American reporter. In Paris, though, he was able to relax and be in love, far away from his work. Daniel has now grown to hate Paris because Paris was the place where he was young and in love with his first wife, a relationship that ended badly.

I felt that Louis was more calling out Daniel's changing attitudes towards Paris, rather than implying that Paris was more queer-friendly so Daniel could be openly with his lover Armand.

TL;DR: Look, I think the theory of Alice = Armand has a lot to recommend it, but I still have my objections to it. I think it's too big of a trick to pull on the audience to say that investigative reporter Daniel Molloy wouldn't recognize Armand as his first wife upon seeing him. I think it's too big of a trick to pull on the audience because the identity of Daniel's wives has never been presented as a mystery to be solved. I think it's much more plausible that they were setting up that Armand has been stalking Daniel very closely over the years, not that he insinuated himself into Daniel's life under false premises as a woman, a disguise and identity he's never used before.

I think Alice is real. I think Armand is a stalker, and that was meant to be our take away from that conversation.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Can’t keep my hands to myself

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 1K

Summary -> Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warnings -> RPF, established relationship (boyfriend/girlfriend), use of pet name (Princess), large age gap (10 - 12 years)

Smut -> CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, squirting.

A/n -> I want to give a massive thank you to @cevansbaby-dove for giving me this idea to write, it's a fun one to start off the new year! I can't wait to see your reaction and I hope you will all enjoy this with as much as I did when writing. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short notice. You're an angel, and I love you! 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> ''I couldn't sleep''

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Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

It's nearly 2 AM when you glance at your alarm again, and the bright red numbers are shining back at you as if they're mocking you for not being asleep yet. Usually, you don't have any trouble sleeping without your boyfriend by your side - he's gone for long periods at a time when he's filming, after all -but tonight something's different, and you're not sure what.

Instead of turning over yet again, you get up and see what Chris is up to at this time of the night and coax him into getting some sleep. You know he has been reading through scripts for potential roles he's been offered, but it always breaks your heart when he's staying up so late for these things.

You usually prefer to sleep naked, and today is no different. You wear your silk robe before strolling through the house, looking for your boyfriend. It doesn't take long to find him, as he's sitting at your dinner table reading a script with his hand under his chin.

As soon as you walk into the dining room, he looks up at you with a small smile, which you return before walking to his side, his hand getting hold of your thigh and gliding up until he softly touches the bottom of your bare cheek.

''What're you doing up, Princess? I thought you were asleep already'' he asks, a slight hint of concern in his voice.

''I couldn't sleep,'' you tell him in a soft voice still laced with tiredness as you look at him. Both of you share a look of love, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you look into his deep blue eyes. He hums in response before carefully turning you to stand between his legs and face him.

His hands are placed on your thighs before slowly inching closer to the bottom of your robe, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. It doesn't take long for his long fingers to find the loose knot at the front of the silk and untie it swiftly, letting the fabric part before his eyes and reveal your bare form underneath.

He leans forward to press a light kiss on your belly, right beneath your belly button, making you giggle at the tickling sensation of his stubble.

''Maybe you can keep me company while I read; how does that sound, my beautiful Princess? 'M already getting hard from you walking around like this, and I wouldn't want to let that go to waste, now would you?'' he asks as if he didn't just ask you to cockwarm him without so much as a stutter or a blush on his cheeks.

You nod eagerly, and before you know it, he's freed his long, veiny cock, and you bend down to give it some love with your hands first, all while you feel the arousal between your legs grow with every groan leaving Chris' chest.

''Hmm, don't make me wait, Princess, need to be inside this perfect pussy of yours,'' he almost growls at you, and you know better than to make him wait, and before you know it, you're straddling his hips with your legs on the outside of his, sinking as he splits you open with his hard cock.

Your head is tipped back as he guides you over him, his hands splayed over your butt while his mouth is attached to your neck, leaving minor bruises where he sucks them into your skin or bites softly to pull soft moans from your body.

Once he's finally in, you're already on the edge of an orgasm, like a string pulled tight, that doesn't need much to snap. Unfortunately, Chris isn't giving you what you need yet. Instead, he guides one of his hands to your chin to make you face him, the other one gliding over your hip's soft skin.

''If you keep still for me, I will have you falling apart on this cock as much as you want when I'm finished. How does that sound, Princess?''

''I-I'll try,'' you mumble before capturing his lips with yours. What was supposed to be a small, chaste kiss has quickly become much more heated than you anticipated. Your hands are laced into his hair and pulling ever so slightly when he shifts in the chair, hitting the sweet spot inside you each time.

Your tongues are caught in a passionate dance as you're trying your hardest not to cum, but it's more complicated than you had anticipated since Chris is most definitely not making it easy for you.

''What's the matter, Princess?'' he asks with a devious smile.

''Chris, please, let me cum! 'M close,'' you beg, and that's all he needs to hear before shoving the script aside and putting you carefully on the table. He pulls you close by lying one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair before setting a brutal pace, fucking you stupid while you moan loudly and scream his name.

It doesn't take long for you to cum all around his cock, soaking him in your juices with a loud exclamation of his name. Your nails are scratching his back underneath his shirt as you're clawing at him to ground yourself, only adding to his pleasure right now.

Chris buries his face in your neck as he cums inside you with a roar, his pace so fast you can't even see where you end, and he begins as it all melts together now. His cum is shot deep into your pussy as he buries himself in you, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath before he lets you go, lying you gently on your back before pulling out and cleaning you up.

''Shall we finish what we started in the bedroom, Princess?'' he asks, knowing you'll happily say yes to going another round or two. Where he was very frantic in the dining room, his actions in the bedroom are the complete opposite, as he's worshipping you and making love to you.

''I love you, Princess,'' Chris pants after his third orgasm of the night; you collapsed on top of him after losing count of your orgasm a while ago. You're catching your breath as his hands softly rub your back, a small smile dancing on your lips.

''I love you too, Chris, and thank you for coming to bed with me.''

[zahri-melitor]

What can you infer about the editorial meddling Young Justice went through?

Oh god. It’s like the old quote about pornography: you know it when you see it. Spend enough time reading comics and you can just tell.

Notable problems with the Young Justice 2019 run that smack of interference:

You can really tell there was external pressure to include Steph in the run and that she was not originally intended to join the team or appear any further than occasional cameos such as the flashbacks at the Hall of Justice as a link to Tim’s final scene in Tynion’s Tec run. Structurally her story makes no sense whatsoever for how to put a plot together. Steph’s not an original Young Justice character, the run already was supporting two new female characters plus a reboot of Amethyst introducing Amy to a new generation, even before we look at the crossovers from other titles in the imprint. The fact they ended up throwing in a single issue entirely about 'what Steph has been up to and her fight against Cluemaster' in the last section of the run makes it even worse, as that was valuable page time wasted pandering that could and should have been used to give Jinny Hex or Keli Quintela more development.

The entire ‘Drake’ situation, which for a costume change had very little build up, was under-designed, and then disappeared with Tim back in the Robin costume between two panels. It was a test balloon from someone that was comprehensively shot down by some mix of the fandom and editorial, and I remain convinced that DC is gunshy about a new costume and identity for Tim all the way up to the present day because of how badly it was handled.

It was being used as the anchor for Wonder Comics, leading to the required mega crossover (that also spilled over into Bendis’ Action Comics to give it some more space), putting even more pressure on the title to be telling a big crossover story when it was still trying to re-establish “your favourites are back” and suggesting potentially expanding the Young Justice lineup out to around thirteen characters, a massively oversized team that the title was not set up to handle.

Lost in the Multiverse was where the story started to get bogged down by being pulled in too many directions by expectations.

It’s also super telling that the last third of the book got turned over to essentially doing one-shot character pieces about the Core Four, the last defence of a run that can see cancellation coming and doesn’t feel confident launching a new story arc they don’t expect to get to finish. Some of this stuff was clearly background character work they would have preferred to have dripped out over a longer run.

Also I know I’m repeating myself, but having the Tim piece focus on Steph mostly, in the frame of Tim and Steph’s relationship? That’s not where I’d be spending my time when looking at Tim Drake in the focus of Young Justice. How he’s coping with his returned memories of having two or three different lives now? Thinking about what ‘Tell Conner you’re sorry’ means? Discussion about his feelings in terms of moving on from being Robin or not? Nah let’s talk about Steph's problems with her dad instead. That’s not a natural fit compared to what everyone else got and does not follow from any of the preceding story.

Still ropeable that the whole set of storylines about regained memories and alternate timelines doesn’t get to intersect with Lois Lane (which spoilers but also is committed to storytelling about ‘people have memories of other places bleeding through’ prior to the full Infinite Frontier retcon) or explore how those memories change things for Tim, Bart or Cassie (Kon at least does get a story about reconnecting in Action).

And that’s just off the top of my head, ignoring any of the more subtle signs.

I love Young Justice 2019. It is a run that adores Bart, Kon, Cassie and Tim (and particularly Bart. I cannot explain to you how much this story adores Bart if you’ve never read it) and the opening 6 issues make me feel warm and fuzzy every time I read them in terms of how cleverly it works to explain how we get everything back. There are clever subtle moments in the text that give a lot more depth to the story that are implied rather than spelled out: how Cassie suddenly remembers Bart when Bart comes near her, suggesting that her returned memories are a Speed Force side effect from being a lightning rod to Bart; Cassie and Tim sense Kon using TTK and recognise it as familiar, something the new characters cannot; the fakeout in the art where when Tim’s memories are restored, he sees Cissie in his memories, but unless you know the exact YJ98 page being referenced you’d think it was Steph; etc.

But gosh it would have been so much better if it had not been required to devote so much page time to crossovers and to pandering to fans, among other elements.

[wanderingaldecaldo]

An open letter to the Cyberpunk fandom in general, and a few people in particular

It’s time to clear the air, and I want to take responsibility where appropriate.

Before we get into the recent drama, a history lesson is in order, both for the newer people in fandom and for those who have been around and just haven’t heard things from my side. This might be long with all the linked posts, so buckle up.

I don’t talk much to people about my experiences in fandom for several reasons — first, I don’t like to talk about others with people I don’t know; gossiping with friends is one thing, but otherwise it’s an undesirable trait. Because I’m human and fallible and absolutely capable of failing to meet my own standards, I have violated that rule, and it rarely does anything good. Second, even when I do share, people don’t tend to believe me because the responsible party, PinkyDude (PKD), has been “so nice” to them. “Surely there was a misunderstanding” is the most common response. 

No, there’s been no misunderstanding. He has harassed me repeatedly, both directly and indirectly, and has deleted most of the posts he’s made or reblogged from his friends/mutuals/followers that would serve as proof of this harassment. I could dig up old screenshots that people sent or I saved myself after being told of a post’s existence, but honestly I don’t want to go through that dreck again; my mental health is worth more to me than that. Instead I’ll present in my own words what happened to me over the last three years. I have spoken publicly about him three times before now — four if you count my response to the anon, which never referenced him or his ship. All of those posts are still visible and will be linked. I told you this would be a long read, but you need the context.

I joined Tumblr in spring/early 2021, back when I only wrote fic and played on console. PKD blocked me the first time I posted my fic, as is his right. As I was new to Tumblr, I didn’t understand the Tumblr app was actually telling me I was blocked whenever I clicked on the links on Discord, so I thought it was just bad software. Spoiler: it’s still bad software (affectionate). When I found out I was blocked, I was upset; I didn’t know about RSD at the time. I sent one anon asking why he blocked people; I was just a lowly AO3 author and he was the big, popular modder, and I was baffled and very upset and should have closed the browser, to be honest. He answered and explained why he blocked people (totally valid!! I will continue to emphasize that!) and shared how blocked people could still view his blog in a number of ways. Honestly, it was too much work for me to go through all of those steps, so I moved on with my life.

Not long after, he did unblock me for a few weeks and posted how someone had shown him how to filter posts. He messaged me to tell me I was unblocked, and we exchanged a few courteous messages. I believe I asked if it would be okay if I followed him. I know he expressed concern about me feeling discomfort at his ship. I don’t remember my exact response but I said I thought they were cute. That was the whole point of me joining fandom — I want to share love for blorbos! Things were civil, as far as I knew, though based on his comments later, it seems he and I had two completely different experiences. Where I believed I was polite and tried to be respectful to someone who had established boundaries, he accused me of being spiteful and vengeful. Soon after I started taking my own VP (with Mitch) he blocked me again. He sent a message to apologize that he needed to do it, and made a vague post that was directed to me, I assume, as it was something like “Sorry I tried” or whatever, and I moved on with my life, or tried. I still saw his Mitch pics in Discord servers when people shared them, though I saw fewer that were just Mitch alone.

The first time I spoke about PKD was Fall 2021, during the “not PKD approved” debacle, where someone (a follower of his! Not my follower! I cannot stress that enough!) reblogged a gif of Val and Mitch with the tag “not PKD approved.” I shared a screenshot with friends because, uh, that’s what you do, right? That’s what anyone would do — share a screenshot of an offensive tag with friends. One of those friends, a writer who had published Mitch/V on AO3 and also received anon hate on their Mitch fics, thought it was funny and used it for their Discord status. Someone shared that status with PKD, and he made vague accusations about who started the hashtag. 

I publicly defended a person who thought they were being accused, a friend at the time, and made the only statement about him that I regret and would take back — I commented on his propensity for reblogging posts that emphasize having the right to block people. I shouldn’t have said that, it wasn’t appropriate, and I apologize. Of course everyone has the right to block people for whatever reason they want. I disagree with what I said then and retract it now. 

Back to how I was targeted... Remember that it was my post that someone tagged with another person’s name; another person who had me blocked because of their jealousy about seeing anyone else with Mitch. I never named the person who tagged my post, yet I was deemed the perpetrator. Many months later, Zwei DMed me when we shared a small server to offer the most non-apology apology ever for telling people that I started the hashtag. Thanks, Zwei! Almost makes up for the other lies you told about me!

The second time was my response to the anon I got trying to “educate” me after the Pawel stream. I never referenced PKD or his ship. We’ll come back to this more in-depth later because it’s what PKD keeps using to harass me.

The third time I spoke publicly about PKD was when Silvay (sp?) posted first on Twitter, then later Tumblr. I posted a follow up the next day. I debated not saying anything. I’m an avoidant person. I don’t like conflict. I have a loud bark and no bite. My former team members can attest to this. But when I do... I don’t make public statements I’m not willing to defend, which is why everything I have linked is still published.

I do recommend stopping to read the posts linked here, and even the other posts I reblogged at the time from other people who shared their own experiences with PKD and the fandom. As I said, I don’t make public statements I won’t defend; or at least apologize and issue a public retraction. But, if you want to stay with the present and would rather have the TL;DR: I was regularly vagued about by PKD or his friends/followers, calling me transphobic and homophobic; one accused me of corrective rape; and I got tired of it.

I thought that posting publicly might bring some closure. It was cathartic to finally get it out and stop carrying that shame, and it was reassuring to hear from people who had similar experiences. At the same time, quite a few people made their own posts along the lines of “HE WAS ALWAYS NICE TO ME”. 

Oh, but he’s always been nice to me!

Look me in the eyes. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you truly believe he would be nice to you if you shipped with Mitch. Do you really believe he would? Do you think he would “block and move on” with you, unlike how he did with me?

None of those people shipped with Mitch, or other characters that people in his clique were protective over. A few months later he made a post saying not to tag me with him, and listed off every screenname I had used since I joined fandom, including the very first tumblr name I was assigned in 2021 and kept for several months because I thought it was funny. How’s that for a dog whistle? Want PKD’s attention? Better not tag wash!! [I’m sure there’s a screenshot somewhere but again, I didn’t have the energy to find it.]

By the way, why do I know all this? If I’m blocked, I shouldn’t see anything he posts without circumventing “the system”. We are mutually blocked and I don’t spy on him, or have my friends spy on him. I always knew what was going on because people were always quick to let me know anytime he was vaguing about me. “Friends” who were really concerned about the latest thing he said about me, or thought it was just terrible how people were always attacking my ship and wanted to share that feeling with me, but they only shared those thoughts in private. Slowly I separated myself from people who felt the need to keep me updated on drama, or some of them separated themselves from me and became friends with PKD, to the point that either nothing happened for some time or I just stopped seeing it, at least until last fall.

The last time I talked about him publicly was when I wrote about Fem V Friday in Fall 2023. Through the usual chain of vague posting about vague posts, a third person wrote a vague post and cast aspersions on the origin of Fem V Friday, suggesting it was created out of jealousy. PKD helpfully weighed in about a person named “W”  starting FVF from jealousy and spite, and implied he’s seen things I’ve said about him. I’d love to know what I’ve said, the context in which it was said, and the context in which he was told about what I said. 🤷

My post in response didn’t reference the vague post that spurred its creation, nor what PKD said about me, even though PKD must know my intentions and history better than me. I wrote about my love for Fem V and what drove my continued involvement week to week.

Despite my attempts to keep to my own corner or defend my name, PKD continues to defame and harass me. He has repeatedly dragged other people into his drama, sometimes my friends, just as he did in May when he brought up my anon response again. 

It was over two years ago now that I received the anon to “educate” me on Mitch being gay. I have never believed PKD sent the anon, despite his implications, and I have certainly never told anyone that he did.

Two years ago, a coward came into my inbox on anon and tried to bully me, and instead of spending a day writing five thousand words on “death of the author” and what constitutes canon and refuting the argument that I didn’t want to have, I used that energy to write about my ship in my favorite genre (smut) and published a fic on AO3. Neither my fic nor my response on tumblr referenced Mitch being gay or PKD’s ship. Before we go further, I encourage you to watch the relevant clip from the Pawel stream. It’s only 30 seconds of your time, but those 30 seconds are what PKD and others have used to justify their harassment of me.

The transcript for anyone not inclined to watch:

PKD: Am I right to overanalyze every detail in every place like the gay romance novel in Mitch's tent? Is that intentional? Pawel: My friend, on this stream, you could have learned already that everything is intentional...

The “gay romance novel in Mitch’s tent” is 1000 Beats Per Minute, a shard found all across Night City, nay, the continent as the shard/prop can be found in such locations as All Foods just after you meet Dum Dum, the foot of V’s bed in A10, and So Mi’s Brooklyn apartment. 

The contents of the shard are worth reading, if only for recognizing that the narrator is an ungendered person named “Alex” who is experiencing love for a man for the first time. Is Alex a man or a woman or neither? Whoever they are, Alex is having a queer experience, and to insist that the shard can only be about gay men is to erase a lot of other queer experiences.

Back to my anon response, PKD once again called my response transphobic and homophobic, though I will give him credit for saying he wasn’t calling me trans/homophobic, which is an upgrade from previous posts. He claims that I used the smut that I wrote as my response because I referenced writing “the smuttiest pussy eating smut I could”. I said “pussy eating” not in relation to anything about the claim that Mitch is gay, but as response to the intentions of the anon, which were never good.

The full context of my words: 

Not entirely sure what you were trying to accomplish with this message, anon. Should I pack up my words and keyboard and go home? See if it's too late to return my gaming PC because I can't take screenshots of Mitch anymore? Whatever your goal was, you pushed me to write the smuttiest pussy eating smut I could imagine. You know who wins today? - I do, because I wrote a shitload of words in one day and finished a piece that didn't even exist 8hrs ago - people who want more Fem V/Mitch content do - my meat husband does bc damn, I wrote 1800 words of smut today - not you

PKD is claiming that my description of smut I wrote about my ship is trans/homophobic.

The description of the smut I wrote about a cis bisexual female (Val) whose pussy was eaten by her cis bisexual male partner (Mitch). 

The smut I wrote about my ship, in which no one is trans or gay. 

You cannot apply the lens of PKD’s ship and characters to my writing and call it transphobic or homophobic. That’s not how literary analysis works. That’s not how social justice works.

The truth is that PKD and his mutuals/friends used his ship and beliefs to harass me. 

If that were me and it were my beliefs being used to harass someone on anon, I would demand whoever it was to stop immediately, not only because harassing people over fictional characters is awful and wrong, but good lord, to use me as the excuse? I would be mortified! Instead, PKD and his mutuals/followers used it as evidence of my being a bad person, and after several months of that, I borrowed Silvay’s courage when he posted on Twitter, and shared my own experience.

Now that we have the full background, let’s move on to recent drama and address the Flat Chest body and the wearable pecs mod, and what part I played in the process and when. This next part is for motherherbivore. I wish you had talked to me first. I thought I’d rate high enough for a DM. 

A Brief History of The Flat Chest Body Under Curation of Wash

I reached out to Na in March about helping update the Flat Chest body. I specifically wanted to update it to dynamic to take advantage of AXL’s dynamic clothing and, more importantly to me, reduce the number of clothing overrides I had to install for Hilary; plus I wanted to add toggle feet so I could have better options for shoes. Also I had another OC I’d been kicking around in my head, Grem, that I wanted to make using the flat chest. Grem did debut recently, but he changed drastically from my original vision for him.

Sharing the news with Kitty (shared with permission)

I started working on updating the mod in April but got stuck because I didn’t understand resource patching, even though I was sure it would be easy. :hidethepain: I tried adding the feet too, but everything I did resulted in a seam at the calves. As is all too common with my ADHD, I moved onto something else after getting stuck.

As I mentioned I was interested in dynamic AXL, and wanted to update my custom tee framework for Pride. With dynamic AXL, someone could generate all colors with all logos at once! (220, do not try this at home!) I included the dynamic version of the Flat Chest mesh in the upload to Nexus, even though the Flat Chest body wasn’t ready yet, but as a goal for me to also have it done in June.

I had the UV version working in early June, before the Angel body came out. I don’t remember if we already knew about the body’s existence at that point, but the community outcry against yet another unrealistic and fetishistic body mod sustained me in updating a mod that appealed to a small subset of fandom.

The message I sent to Na the morning I got it working

I got the UV version working first, since that’s what Hilary uses, then took a look at toggle feet again. After further investigation using both UV and VTK bodies, I realized there would always be a seam because the bodies were drastically different from the current body; they were completely different meshes underneath, and the seams would never line up properly. 

At that point I decided to release the functioning dynamic version without toggle feet, as I wanted to get it out for Pride. I reached out to mhb to test, as had always been my intention. For me Sanctuary is the most iconic OC to use the Flat Chest. After some technical difficulties I figured out that she used the vanilla version, and came back a few days later with a functioning vanilla version. I released my update once I had assembled the necessary files and pics from the testers, mhb included.

Later when PKD released the refits for his pecs, someone commented that the vanilla refits worked for the Flat Chest body. That’s been my only interest in his pecs mod — because people who use the Flat Chest were interested in having more clothing options. The release of the so-called “Flat Chest Detector” meant that Flat Chest body users wouldn’t be able to use the clothing refit for his wearable pecs, because it required using his pecs, which clipped with tattoos and cyberware — as is expected because it’s not a body mod, as he himself said on the mod page.

As the representative for the Flat Chest body, I agreed when streetkid-named-desire (Rat) asked me to be involved in the conversation with Berdagon about adapting their “Flat Chest” detector to recognize the Flat Chest body. Rat drove this conversation. I don’t say this to dump responsibility on them. In fact, I visited them last weekend and we talked through the situation. I suggested to Rat that I could have urged them to slow down, but they refused to let me take that responsibility, and at the end of the day they’re right — I can only control my own actions.

I do have one regret and one opportunity where I could have acted differently: when Rat asked Berdagon about the original script, Rat very explicitly asked whether the script was commissioned by PKD, and if so, Rat stated they were willing to pay to make changes; Berdagon never answered the question, and I wish I had pushed for an answer. Perhaps that could have prevented the entire situation; we could have stopped right then. While Berdagon never mentioned payment, Rat was so excited by how quickly they implemented the requested changes that they tipped them for the work.

Berdagon, the original script writer, owed PKD the responsibility to check in before modifying something that PKD paid for. Yes, Berdagon does have responsibility here as a professional who took money for a commission. When they didn’t answer the question, I could have stopped the process and pushed for an answer. I would have stopped things immediately upon hearing the answer that the script had been commissioned by PKD. PKD could still have been outraged at Rat asking for changes, but there wouldn’t have been fandom-wide drama about a body that only a dozen people use.

That’s the responsibility I will take — I, as a professional who works with consultants and freelancers, could have taken steps to ensure that everyone was acting professionally, including the person who received money twice to work on the same script.

Because I feel the need to be thorough in my explanation, here’s a simplified timeline of the release of the Flat Chest mod compared to the wearable pecs:

Late March - I receive files from Na for Flat Chest

April - I get stuck, stop working on it

April-May - I figure out dynamic AXL and convert tee framework

June 3 - I have a working dynamic UV Flat Chest

In response to outcry over the Angel body, PKD makes a poll asking what body types people want refits for and excludes Flat Chest body as an option

In response to people commenting over why Flat Chest wasn’t included, PKD explains he won’t support the body and that he would support a different Flat Chest body if someone made it

June 10 - I share the UV version for testing with several people. Two of those people, including mhb, use vanilla. I didn’t realize that, and because I didn’t name the file `UV` it took a long time to troubleshoot why things weren’t working

PKD releases the pecs

I share vanilla for testing

I post Flat Chest 2.0 before the end of June

I didn’t use you, mhb. I asked you to test because, like I said above and on Nexus, Sanctuary is the Flat Chest character for me. I asked you to test because I make mods for my friends first and foremost, and I thought you were my friend. I thought you were my friend because we’d known each other for several years now, and because of shared experiences and conversations we’ve had. I’ve been wrong before about who is a friend, and this one stings a lot.

I’m tired. I am 30 or 40 (or 50) years old and I do not need this. I have a career and a job I love, and an amazing partner who I’ve been with for a third of my life now. I have friends and hobbies in meatspace and friends who share those hobbies, and the real truth is, if I was actually trans/homophobic, well, that number would be tiny, but it’s not. I have a life that I love and that is full of joy. Most people in fandom only know the smallest fraction of the real wash, and I do not take pleasure in being targeted in a public fandom “feud”.

PKD, I say this with all the kindness I can muster for another human being who is clearly hurting: please get help. Go to therapy or see a psychiatrist or use whatever tools you can access. This obsession you have with me and my ship is not healthy for you, and your repeated pattern of bullying has hurt me and people close to me, just as your need to rehash old fandom drama hurts the community.

[moonselune]

how would the BG3 Bachelors + Raphael would react to a gn/male!tiefling tav who wants the crown of karsus for themself?

bonus if you make the tav a wizard/druid/both (because mine is a druid-wizard lol). Anyway,your writing is AMAZING! ty for providing for the BG3 fandom :3!

Omg i love love love this and thank you so much ! I live to serve this community lmao if it could be my full time job that would be my dream xox

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale:

The campfire crackled softly in the quiet night, casting flickering shadows across the faces of the adventurers gathered around it. The air was cool, and a light breeze rustled the leaves of the surrounding forest. You sat opposite your lover Gale, a wizard with dreams as grand and ambitious as your own. How unfortunate.

The evening had started with a peaceful conversation about the challenges and victories of the day, but as the night deepened, a more contentious topic emerged: the coveted Crown of Karsus. You had been discussing the crown with an intensity that Gale could not ignore, his curiosity piqued by your growing fixation.

“So you want the crown for yourself?” he asked, finally realising what your passion for the topic really meant, his voice a mix of disbelief and frustration. “I thought we were in this together.”

You leaned back, the firelight dancing across your crimson skin, revealing a serious expression. “Yes, I want it for myself. The crown’s power is immense, and it’s not something to be casually handed over. I’ve worked too hard to let it slip through my fingers.”

Gale’s shock turned to anger as he stood up abruptly, the warmth of the fire unable to temper his growing ire. “You can’t be serious! I’ve been pursuing the crown with the same passion, and now you tell me you intend to claim it all for yourself? After everything we’ve been through?”

You stood as well, your own anger rising in response. “It’s not just about what we’ve been through, Gale. It’s about what we’re capable of achieving. The crown’s power could change everything, you can't expect me to just stand idly by.”

Gale’s eyes flashed with hurt and betrayal. “So what’s become of our partnership, then? Was it merely a means to an end for you? Are you prepared to throw away everything we’ve built together for your own ambitions?”

"Are you?"

Silence.

Gale couldn't answer that question because he knew his answer would be the same as yours. Your ambition mirrored his, it was afterall what had drawn him to you.

The tension between you grew palpable, each of you were evidently not going to back down. In a moment of clarity amid the heated argument, you took a deep breath, realizing the need for a resolution that would preserve both your relationship and your ambitions.

“Alright, Gale,” you said, your voice steadying as you reached for a small, ceremonial dagger from your belt and Gale couldn't help but flinch - you weren't going to kill him for it, were you?. “I understand your anger, and I acknowledge my ambition. But we need to establish a pact, a vow that will bind us together in this quest, regardless of who ultimately claims the crown.”

Gale looked at you, his posture relaxed slightly now he was no longer in fear for his life,k his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. “What sort of vow?”

You met his gaze firmly, drawing a deep breath. “A binding vow. If either of us secures the crown, we will share the power equally. We’ll use it to achieve our goals together, not as rivals but as partners, lovers eternal. Our ambitions are great, but they shouldn’t come at the cost of what we have.”

Gale considered your words, his anger slowly giving way to contemplation. After a tense pause, he nodded, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “Alright. I agree. But this vow must be genuine. We need to ensure our promises are honored.”

You nodded, taking the dagger and drawing a small cut on your palm. Gale did the same, and the two of you clasped hands over the flames, the blood mingling as a symbol of your pledge.

“We vow to share the power of the Crown of Karsus equally,” you intoned solemnly, your voice carrying the weight of the promise as the magic of the vow coursed through you both. “No matter who obtains it, we will use its power for our shared goals, not for personal gain alone.”

Gale repeated the vow, his voice steady and resolute. The ritual completed, the tension between you seemed to ease, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The campfire’s warmth now felt more welcoming, you both settled back down and you drew Gale into your embrace, murmering against his temple.

"I'm sorry my love, for not telling you of my ambition sooner." You whispered to him as you reached out to heal his hand. Gale sighed slightly but leant into you.

"Don't be, I should have known a mind as great as yours would have desired it too," Gale spoke softly looking into the flames of the fire, "At least now it ensured we will be together, and that, is all I want."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the camp as you and your lover Astarion settled in for the night. The fire crackled warmly, the dancing flames providing a comforting contrast to the cold night air. You were enjoying a rare moment of tranquility, reflecting on the day’s events.

Astarion, lounged nearby, his pale skin illuminated by the firelight. He was deep in thought, his eyes occasionally glancing at you with an expression that oscillated between curiosity and wariness. It was like he could sense the turmoil brewing inside of you.

You had been considering the future and the ultimate prize that lay before you: the Crown of Karsus. With a deliberate pause, you decided it was time to share your thoughts with Astarion.

“Astarion,” you began, your voice steady, “there’s something we need to discuss. I’ve been thinking about the Crown of Karsus, and I’ve come to a decision. I want it for myself.”

Astarion’s head snapped up, his eyes widening in surprise and irritation. “You want the Crown of Karsus for yourself? After all this time, you’ve been so adamant about the corrupt power it holds, and now you claim it solely for your own ambitions?”

You nodded, maintaining a calm demeanor, you had expected this. “Yes, I believe it’s the right path for me. The power it offers is unmatched, and it’s something I feel I must seize.”

Astarion’s irritation deepened, his fangs flashing slightly as he spoke. “And what of our plans, then? You’ve always disapproved of my ambition to become the Vampire Ascendant, and now you’re going to pursue your own grandiose scheme without regard for our partnership? For me?”

You felt a pang of discomfort at his words but remained resolute. “It’s not about that. I simply believe that the Crown’s power is necessary to me.”

Astarion stood, his elegant frame tensing with frustration. “I see. And I suppose you’ll just leave me to my own devices, as if my desires and aspirations mean nothing compared to your grand quest?”

You stood as well, facing him with a mixture of regret and determination. “It’s not like that, Astarion. We’ve both pursued our ambitions, and it’s clear that the Crown is my path. But I haven’t forgotten what you want, or how much it means to you. With that power I can keep you safe, you could walk in the sun, you would never have to be afraid again.”

Astarion’s gaze was sharp, but a glimmer of curiosity showed in his eyes as your words softened him. “What do you propose, then? A mere promise of power when you obtain the crown? Ha! I don't think so.”

You took a deep breath, realizing that a compromise was necessary to bridge the gap between your desires and Astarion’s. “I swear to you, Astarion, that when I obtain the Crown of Karsus, I will use its power to imbue you with all the strength and power you could ever dream of. We will both achieve our goals, just in different ways.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed, assessing the sincerity of your promise. "I'm not stupid sweetheart, if you are seeking the crown for yourself then I will become the vampire ascendent.”

You nodded firmly, a sense of resolve settling over you. “Yes. I swear it. When I have the crown, I will ensure that you have the power you seek. We’ll find a way to make it work, together.”

Astarion’s gaze softened only slightly, but his posture remained taut, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. “So, you’re saying that if you achieve your goal with the Crown of Karsus, you will assist me in becoming the Vampire Ascendant. Is that your final offer?”

You nodded, your resolve steady but your heart heavy with the weight of the compromise. “Yes, Astarion. If you help me secure the Crown, I will ensure that you become the Vampire Ascendant. You will have the power you desire, and I will have the Crown’s power to shape our future.”

Astarion’s lips curled into a smile that was both mischievous and satisfied. “Well, isn’t this a turn of events? I must admit, I didn’t think you’d be so generous. Or so willing to negotiate.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, despite the uneasy feeling that lingered. “We both want power and control over our destinies. This is a way for us to achieve our goals together, without stepping on each other’s ambitions.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with an intense, almost feverish excitement. “Ah, the possibilities! Imagine the thrill of wielding such power.” He paced around the fire, his excitement palpable. “Think of it, my dear. The chaos we could sow, the power we could amass. I’ll have the strength to rival even the greatest of our kind. And you—well, you’ll be in a position to reshape the world as you see fit. It’s a tantalizing prospect, wouldn’t you say?”

You watched his enthusiasm with a mix of relief and trepidation. The idea of Astarion becoming the Vampire Ascendant was daunting, but the prospect of achieving your own goal with him by your side felt like a path worth pursuing. “Yes, it’s a formidable prospect. But remember, Astarion, this isn’t just about power. We need to be cautious and strategic. We can’t let ambition blind us to the potential consequences.”

Astarion’s grin widened, and he approached you with a predatory grace. “Oh, I assure you, I’m more than aware of the stakes. But this is precisely why I’m so thrilled. The thrill of danger, the dance of power—it’s what makes it all so exhilarating.”

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek with his hand, his eyes locking onto yours. “So, we have a deal then? You’ll help me achieve my ultimate form, and in return, I’ll aid you in claiming the Crown of Karsus. Together, we’ll be unstoppable.”

You nodded, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. “Yes, we have a deal. Let’s make sure we follow through on both promises. We’ll navigate this path together, and we’ll face whatever comes our way as a united front.”

Astarion’s eyes sparkled with a mix of triumph and affection. “Perfect. I’m looking forward to the adventure that awaits us, and to savoring every moment of our shared destiny.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

The camp, nestled within the dense forest, was peaceful, save for the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of metal from nearby equipment being moved.

Wyll, your lover and a steadfast companion, sat across from you, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting the resolve in his eyes as he took a deep breath, clearly preparing to broach a difficult subject.

“I need to talk to you,” Wyll said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of worry. “It’s about the Crown of Karsus.”

You looked up from the fire, meeting his gaze with a calm demeanor. “What about it?”

Wyll’s brow furrowed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your desire for the Crown. And I’m afraid of what it might do to you. I know how powerful it is, how tempting it must be, but I also know the legends—the corruption, the darkness that comes with it.”

You remained silent, allowing him to voice his concerns.

“I can’t just stand by and watch you fall into that darkness,” Wyll continued, his voice becoming more urgent. “I need you to understand that this isn’t just about a magical artifact; it’s about you, and what it might do to you.”

You shifted slightly, the flames reflecting off your horns, creating flickering patterns on the ground. “Wyll, I’ve considered the risks. The power the Crown offers is unparalleled. It’s a chance to reshape everything, to gain control over forces beyond comprehension.”

Wyll’s eyes pleaded with you, his hands reaching out to you. “And what if it changes you? What if it turns you into something you don’t recognize? You could lose yourself completely. I don’t want to see that happen.”

The fire crackled louder for a moment, a reminder of the warmth and security of the camp compared to the cold allure of power. You could see the anguish in Wyll’s eyes, and it pained you to see him so distressed over your choices.

“I understand your fear,” you said softly, holding onto his hands. “But this is something I have to pursue. It’s my destiny.”

Wyll’s expression hardened with resolve. “Then I have an ultimatum for you. It’s either me or the Crown. You can’t have both. If you choose the Crown, I won’t be able to stay by your side, because I refuse to watch you become something you’re not.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and you saw the depth of his commitment to your well-being. You felt a pang of guilt and sorrow at the thought of choosing between him and the Crown. His willingness to give you an ultimatum showed just how deeply he cared.

“Wyll,” you said softly, trying to convey the depth of your feelings, “this isn’t an easy choice for me. But I can’t deny how much you mean to me. You’ve always been there for me, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Wyll’s eyes softened slightly, though the tension remained. “Then choose, and choose wisely. I want you to be happy, but I also want you to be safe from the darkness that the Crown might bring.”

After a moment of contemplation, you reached out and took his hand, your grip firm and reassuring. “Wyll, if it comes down to choosing between you and the Crown, I choose you. Every time. The Crown is a temptation, but it’s nothing compared to what we have together.”

Wyll’s eyes shone with relief and gratitude, though there was still a trace of concern in them. “Are you sure? Because if you’re certain, I will stand by you, regardless of what happens.”

You nodded, your expression resolute. “I’m sure. You are what matters most to me. The Crown is powerful, but it’s not worth losing you over.”

A tear slipped down Wyll’s cheek, and he squeezed your hand tightly, “Thank you. I will do everything in my power to support you, but please remember the promise you’ve made.”

With a heartfelt nod, you leaned in and kissed him softly. As the night deepened, you and Wyll held each other close, the promise of your love and loyalty guiding you both through the uncertainty of the future. The Crown of Karsus loomed in the distance, but for now, it was your bond with Wyll that remained the central focus of your heart and soul.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

You and Halsin, your lover, were nestled together in bed, the warmth of the blankets and the close proximity making the moment feel intimate and serene. His strong arms were wrapped around you, and your tail was wrapped around his leg, providing a sense of security and comfort as you both relaxed after a long day.

You were lost in your thoughts, feeling the weight of your desires pressing on you. The Crown of Karsus had become an obsession, a symbol of ultimate power and the ability to reshape the world in ways you could only imagine. As you lay there, your head resting on Halsin’s chest, the quiet of the night seemed the perfect time to share your thoughts with him.

“Halsin,” you began, your voice soft but determined, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Halsin’s fingers gently stroked your hair, and he tilted his head slightly, his voice soothing as he responded, “What is it, my heart?”

You took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of what you were about to say. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Halsin’s reaction was immediate and palpable. His body tensed, and he pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with concern. “The Crown of Karsus? You know the danger and corruption that comes with it. I thought we were focused on protecting the balance, on looking after those who had fallen victim to the shadowcurse?”

You met his gaze with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “That’s exactly why I want it. With the power of the Crown, I could create the balance you’ve always dreamed of. I could ensure that the shadowcurse and all other threats like it would never happen again.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed as he considered your words. “The Crown’s power is unpredictable and dangerous. It corrupts those who seek to wield it. You risk losing yourself to its influence. And you think that such power can be controlled?”

You nodded, your voice earnest. “I believe I can control it. I’ve studied its history and the lore surrounding it. If I can harness its power, I can create a world where such calamities are a thing of the past.”

Halsin was silent for a moment, his mind clearly racing as he weighed the implications of your ambition. His eyes softened as he looked at you, seeing the conviction and hope in your expression. “You truly believe you can make things better with this power?”

“I do,” you said, your voice unwavering. “I know the risks, but I also know the potential for good. We’ve seen the devastation caused by the shadowcurse, and I don’t want to stand by while such things continue. If I have the Crown, I can ensure that this world is protected and balanced.”

Halsin took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling heavily on his shoulders. He looked at you with a mixture of sadness and resignation. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?”

You shook your head, feeling a pang of regret that your desires were causing tension between you. “No, Halsin. I’ve made up my mind.”

A moment of silence stretched between you, filled with the unspoken realization of the consequences. Halsin’s gaze remained steady, his fingers now lightly tracing patterns on your arm.

“Then I’ll support you,” he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute. “If this is truly what you believe is necessary to bring about the change we both want, then I will stand by you.”

You felt a rush of gratitude and relief as Halsin’s words sank in. “Thank you,” you said softly, leaning in to kiss him. “I promise I won’t let you down.”

Halsin’s expression was a mix of worry and determination as he held you close. “I trust you, but remember that the path you’ve chosen is fraught with danger. If you begin to lose yourself to its power, you must promise me that you’ll find a way to break free.”

You nodded, a fierce resolve in your heart. “I promise. I won’t let the Crown control me. I’ll use its power to create the world we both want.”

As you both settled back into the comforting embrace of the bed, the silence of the night was filled with the shared understanding of the path you were embarking upon. The road ahead was uncertain and fraught with peril, but with Halsin’s support and your unwavering determination, you felt a renewed sense of purpose and resolve.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Rolan:

The night was quiet and peaceful, the only sounds in your shared quarters being the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional crackle of the fireplace. You and Rolan were cuddled together under a blanket, the warmth and comfort of the room making it an ideal setting for intimate conversations. Rolan’s presence was a calming and reassuring one, and his gentle breathing indicated that he was on the verge of sleep.

As you lay there, your thoughts drifted to the Crown of Karsus, a powerful artifact that had captured your imagination and ambition. You had wrestled with the idea for some time now, and you knew that the time had come to share your aspirations with Rolan. It was a delicate matter, one that could easily disrupt the harmony of your relationship.

Turning slightly in bed, you looked at Rolan, who had just started to stir. “Rolan,” you began, your voice soft but filled with determination, “there’s something important I need to tell you.”

Rolan blinked awake, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. “What is it, my love?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Rolan’s eyes widened in surprise, but then a broad grin spread across his face. To your astonishment, he seemed genuinely excited. “The Crown of Karsus? You’re planning to pursue it?”

You nodded, taken aback by his reaction. “Yes. I believe it holds the key to reshaping the world and unlocking magic beyond our comprehension.”

Rolan’s enthusiasm grew palpable. He sat up slightly, his eyes gleaming with eagerness. “That’s incredible! The opportunity to study such a powerful artifact is something I’ve always dreamed of. To learn from it, understand its intricacies—it’s a scholar’s dream come true.”

His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself grinning at his reaction. “You’re not… upset or worried?”

Rolan shook his head, his smile widening. “No, not at all. The Crown of Karsus represents knowledge and power on an unprecedented scale. I’ve always been fascinated by ancient artifacts and their secrets. The chance to delve into its depths and unlock its mysteries is an opportunity I would support wholeheartedly.”

You felt a wave of relief and joy wash over you. “You really mean that? You’re not against me pursuing this?”

“Absolutely not,” Rolan said, his voice filled with conviction. “You’ve always supported my academic pursuits and interests. Now, it’s my turn to support you in your ambitions. If you believe that the Crown can bring about the change you seek, then I’m with you every step of the way.”

His response filled you with a sense of warmth and gratitude and you couldn't help but chuckle. “Thank you, Rolan. I didn’t expect you to be so enthusiastic about it.”

Rolan laughed softly, reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “How could I not be excited? This is a chance for us to achieve something truly extraordinary. I want to be there to help you, to explore the Crown’s potential together. And, of course, to ensure that you don’t get lost in its power.”

You leaned into his touch, your heart swelling with affection. “I promise, I won’t let it control me. I’ll stay true to our goals and use its power for the greater good.”

Rolan nodded, his expression one of unwavering support. “I trust you, and I believe in you. We’ll face this journey together, and I’ll be right by your side, eager to uncover the mysteries of the Crown and help you achieve your vision.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Raphael:

The dimly lit boudoir was filled with the soft glow of flickering candles, their light dancing across the rich, velvet curtains and opulent furnishings. You and Raphael, your lover, were lounging in a state of relaxed intimacy, the atmosphere initially serene as you shared the warmth of each other’s presence. However, your mind had been preoccupied with a singular thought: the Crown of Karsus. Tonight, you decided, was the time to share your ambitious goal with Raphael.

You turned towards him, your expression serious and resolute. “Raphael, there’s something I need to tell you. I want the Crown of Karsus for myself.”

Raphael’s reaction was not what you expected. He looked at you with an incredulous, almost dismissive laugh. “The Crown of Karsus? You, a mere mortal, think you could wield such a powerful artifact? Do you honestly believe you’re capable of handling its might? Oh my love how you humor me.”

His tone was dripping with mockery, his eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. You could feel a surge of frustration rising within you, and you tried to remain composed. “I’m not saying it will be easy, but I believe I can handle it. I have the strength and determination. I won’t let its power corrupt me.”

Raphael’s laughter grew louder, echoing around the room like a sinister melody. “Oh, how delightful! You, a little tiefling with ambitions far beyond your reach. It’s almost adorable."

You stood up, your frustration palpable, "Raphael, I'm being serious-"

"-Do you even grasp the magnitude of what you’re proposing? The Crown of Karsus is not a toy for you to play with, my dear." Raphael lectured you, interrupting you in the process. He followed you up and stepped close to you. "It’s a force that could shatter even the strongest of beings, why it would crush your little mortal mind.”

His mocking words stung deeply, and you could feel your anger boiling over. “This isn’t a joke, Raphael! I know what I’m talking about. You underestimate me, and that’s your mistake.”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed as he continued to taunt you. “Mistake? No, my dear, it’s not a mistake. It’s simply the harsh reality of your limitations. Trust me, you’re nothing but a plaything in the grand scheme of things.”

Unable to contain your fury any longer, you slapped Raphael across the face. The sound of the impact reverberated through the room, and for a moment, there was stunned silence. Your heart raced as you realized what you had done—slapped a cambion, a son of Mephistopheles, your lover.

Raphael’s expression shifted from amused disbelief to a dark, cold fury. He chuckled softly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. Without warning, he transformed, his form shifting into his devilish guise. His eyes glowed with an ominous red light, and his features took on a menacing, otherworldly quality.

“It appears,” Raphael said in a voice that was both smooth and terrifying, “that it’s overdue for you to be reminded of your place. You have quite the nerve, daring to lay hands on me.”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry and your stomach sinking with fear. The sight of Raphael in his devilish form was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. His power was palpable, and you could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you.

“I didn’t mean to—” you began, but Raphael cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Save your excuses,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’ve crossed a line, and now you must face the consequences. You’re a mortal, trying to meddle with forces beyond your understanding. Remember your place, and know that you are not the one in control here.”

His words were a harsh reminder of the power imbalance between you. Despite your earlier resolve, the sight of Raphael’s true form and the gravity of his anger made you realize the enormity of your mistake. The Crown of Karsus might be within your reach, but the consequences of your actions were immediate and daunting.

As Raphael’s gaze bore into you, a mix of regret and determination surged through you. You had to confront the reality of your situation, but you refused to back down from your goal.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hehehehe I loved writing this, especially Raphael's lmao. Hope you guys enjoyed it !! - Seluney xox

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[evcns]

i've had a cleanup of my servers and closed the inactive ones, meaning i'm now looking for new writing partners on discord.

my name is evan, i write rapid-fire to small paragraphs in length to move the story along, i can write longer responses on the occasions that the plot requires it, but i don't like writing just to pad space.

i'm 26 and will not interact with anybody under 18, preferably you'll be over 21. minors do not interact with any of my posts.

gmt timezone but open to writing with any.

i have a long list of ocs i have information on for you to play with and am also happy to create new ones, i play both males and females but lean more to male muses.

i write mxm and mxf ships, as well as switching any party out for a non-binary muse. i write trans and cis muses.

i am happy to write nsfw content, and can do plots with as much as 80% smut - but there has to be some form of plot to make it interesting for me - similarly, i can write plots that don't include any smut at all, if you prefer to fade to black.

with regard to nsfw content, my established list of muses are a mix of doms, subs and switches as well as tops, vers and bottoms, so if you want to include nsfw content, please let me know what your muse is so i can match accordingly. similarly, i myself have limits which i can share, but my muses have their own individual kinks and limits also. i don't want to write any nsfw content without discussing what your kinks and limits are to be included.

big fan of including text/call elements to our plots for days when we just want very quick back and forths and don't have time but do have muse.

will consider single plots, multiple plots and multi-muse words depending on how many characters you want to throw in and what plots you have in mind.

interested in slice of life, supernatural, horror, college, fame, historic, western and apocalyptic plots. open to ideas not listed here to, however.

happy to write non-fandom, if you want to write fandom content - here are some of the fandoms i will write (not exclusive):

movies

marvel (mcu)

childs play

halloween

friday 13th

saltburn

video games

the quarry

heavy rain

the dark pictures anthology

until dawn

detroit: become human

wolf among us

telltales the walking dead

god of war

dead by daylight

far cry 4, 5, 6

bioshock & infinite

life is strange 2 & true colors

uncharted

skyrim

[youatemylollipop]

A smut with Mikey x fem reader please? I just read ur oneshot porcelain doll and got kinda horny tbh and just found myself wanting smth more explicit. 😏 U can ignore this if u want to, that’s completely alright! Also, I want it to be their first time? Like, it’s dark, sweet and consensual? 🙈 Reader missed Mikey and got so high and needy for him, but she isn't sober so Mikey decided not to go all the way with her and just satisfy her needs. 😳 Thank you! 🙏

A/N: I believe you are the one who made me horny.😳 Btw, you didn’t specify which Mikey you wanted it to be, so I kinda wrote about yakuza Mikey from the timeline where him and Takemichi hadn’t met yet.

Synopsis: Your boyfriend walks in on you masturbating. Nothing else to say, really.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Sano Manjirō X Female Reader

⚠️ WARNING: Established relationship, first time, possessiveness, dark content, sort of, soft dom! Mikey, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f.receiving), fingering, drug use, Mikey uses angel and baby as petnames, MDNI!!

Word Count: 1.2K

As you breathed out, a cloud of smoke escaped your mouth, turning you into jelly. You didn’t know why, but suddenly a strange urge to slide your hand down your shorts and panties appeared as you thought of Manjirō. They way his long slender fingers would feel like, brushing over your oh so sensitive clit.

Your fingers are probably nothing compared to his, you think, but they will do for now. The feeling from the blunt does its magic as well, causing an unusual sensation of euphoria singing through your nerves. You simply continued to stroke yourself over your panties, hips jerking against your hands, whining Manjirō’s name with a timbre you didn’t know existed.

“Did you miss me this much baby? Miss me so much you couldn’t help but touch yourself at the thought of me?” Ah, and there he was in all his glory. His masculine frame leaning against the open door, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with a wicked smirk.

You sat up as quick as lightning, removing your fingers from your needy little hole. A feeling of warmth spread across your cheeks, hands shielding your core as you did your best to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze. Toes curling as the male sauntered over to your vulnerable figure, leaning down to cup your now reddened cheek affectionately. “I asked you a question, angel.”

“Yes, but I didn't mean to-” The male hushed you, silencing you in one motion. He pushed you back down onto the mattress gently. Then he took the blunt from your grasp and made several puffs, while kneeling on the bed. There was no way he would leave his favorite girl all needy and desperate for his attention.

So Manjirō was quick to get into position, licking his lips as he removed your shorts and panties before laying between your open legs. Using his fingers to spread your swollen labia apart to see just how wet you had gotten for him. Then the blond scooped up your slick and spread it over your clit.

To him, your pussy is the prettiest little thing. Pillowy folds all wet—warm and sticky slick oozing from the center. The fat of your pussy lips felt so good when he cupped a hand over the mound. Your clit, all puffy, swollen, throbbing and oh so needy. Practically begging for him to touch it: like a siren, luring him into the depths of the ocean. Only for him to take and own however he wishes.

“Is my sweet little angel so needy she couldn’t wait till I got home?” He cooed mockingly, the tips of his fingers stroking your hole. A mischievous grin appeared on his handsome face as he leaned in to suck your clit before flicking it over.

A dizzy feeling evaded your senses as you were met with the sight of Manjirō between your legs. His arms are gripping onto your thighs while his head is buried between them. Busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking it as if it was the greatest dessert he had ever tasted.

Your fingers curled into the bed sheets as you arched your back. Unable to speak as two of his long elegant fingers slid inside you. Oh, if only Manjirō knew how needy his girl was when high. It was such a pretty sight, but he had to be careful. Couldn’t let his dark impulses take over, since you were far too inexperienced to be able to handle it.

His girl was just too innocent and he had no other choice but to settle with satisfying her needs.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmured, rubbing two fingers over your folds, and gathering cream to your clit, the excess dribbling down the globes of your ass. He swallowed thickly. “Just look at it, [Name]-chin. Look what a mess your pussy has become.”

A startled and strangled cry escaped your lips at the sight of what was happening, causing him to stop and look up at you with a dark and lustful expression. That has you closing your thighs, but he tuts at you, snaking his hand to cup your cunt. “Hey, don’t be shy. It’s pretty—the prettiest.”

You wiggle and try to move away from him out of embarrassment, only for him to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding his tongue on your clit ever so slowly and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your glazed eyes, like a predator watching its prey.

He shifts his focus back to your pussy. Moving his face a little lower, his tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering its way into your tight little hole. Murmurs of how good you taste entering one ear and leaving the other.

He removes one hand from your thigh and brings it to play with your clit again, lightly pinching and rubbing it. Then he’s grinding his palm against it, the joints of his fingers getting all sticky and tacky with cum. He keeps grinding and grinding despite the noises of disapproval from you, despite the death grip of your plush thighs around his head, despite the frantic squirming of your hips against his face.

Soon at every swipe of his tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure escapes you. Manjirō’s tongue was sucking and licking over your clit, but only this time with more force. His hand taking care of your clenching hole, and considering just how wet you already were, he easily slipped two fingers in. You bite your lips to stop the moans, but it turned out to be futile as Manjirō worked wonders with his tongue and fingers.

However, just listening to you moaning was not enough for the ash blonde anymore. The male wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in his mouth. He wanted to feel your sweet honey like essence drip on his tongue. So he added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you even harder. Drilling them knuckle deep into you and curling them upwards to hit that precious spot of yours.

"Now, be a good girl and cum for me."

And as you finally cum, he focuses his hand in an angle that digs the heel of his palm over your clit. Your pussy throbs and twitches from overstimulation as you convulse. Back arching, eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a silent scream. Long legs twitching as you squirt your release like a broken fountain. Manjirō drinks up all that you give with great pleasure.

Your essence drips down from his chin as he raises his head and finally lets go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion from the earth shattering orgasm you just experienced. But right before you pass out, you hear him say something, and all you can do is nod your head at his question, a faint, satisfied smile grazing your lips.

"Did my sweet little angel enjoy her reward?"

[bogleech]

Ok but I have seen you talk about this so many times, even referencing it in your old cartoons, so I gotta ask - when and how did you fall in love with neopets, like that?

Wait, is it that obscure now? I didn't know a single person from its inception to roughly 2010 who didn't have a neopets account. It was the single biggest gaming-esque name on the internet for years. Celebrities casually mentioned playing it, it got mainstream marketing tie-ins, it had plush toys people waited in line to buy up and a TCG made by the same company as Magic the Gathering. It's not that I especially "fell in love with neopets" like it's a niche thing but that there was a time it was almost outselling Pokemon, so it's just another huge cultural phenomenon that was a big part of everyone's lives during my teens to twenties, and hits my special interest in creature design since it has THOUSANDS (beyond the pets alone) ranging in quality from extremely creative to just plain heinous. I personally only got invested in it when they introduced the mutant pets, though, because it started out having almost like a "rule" against making any pets that were "ugly." They'd joke about it as a prank for instance, and originally only featured the mutants as part of a storyline they never intended players to actually adopt. They even had a fake alternate version of the site with fake "adoptions coming soon" and somehow didn't anticipate the userbase genuinely wanting the slime creatures.

The Chia and Aisha were my favorites but mainly the chia because that kind of "scuzzy" creature was already my own design aesthetic, polar opposite of the site's established style and reminded me of if Jeff Goldblum got fused with a tardigrade instead of a fly:

Is that just me? I feel like the tardigrade similarity jumps right out but I think it was an accident and they were possibly actually thinking of the rotting giant from Nausicaa:

The fact that they intended its design to be unlovably ugly and were surprised anyone wanted it only made it more sympathetic. Eventually they made mutants available and I got fully invested into playing, at the time having to spend hours a day on their little flash games until I could afford a mutant after months of labor. But then a couple of years later they just abruptly decided they really didn't feel like having its design around anymore and "updated" it, which back then was automatic for all pets owned by all players with no going back:

It had unfortunately been fairly common that they'd just completely, totally redo a pet like this with no warning and no user poll to make sure it's what anyone wanted. You just had to pray they never did it to your favorites.

All the other mutants in that earlier image would also get completely changed or never released at all. They still kept some of the other "gross" mutants and would make even grosser, so that wasn't even part of the reasoning. Just the random whims of mad gods I guess. I think what killed the game for a lot of people was actually when they did this to basically everyone at once, standardizing almost all the pet artwork so they could wear clothes in their new dressup system. It wasn't as drastic as replacing a sludge guy with some kind of hairy leaf guy but it did eliminate hundreds of technically unique designs from the site, and I found someone else's examples they put together so I thankfully don't have to do it myself:

If anyone's not familiar enough with neopets or didn't figure that out from the last paragraph, the ones on the right are just recolors of the same exact art as all members of their species with added accessories (now wearable items) Players used to work hard to get pets they wanted based on their unique poses and personality, but you could only keep the original art for a small number of these. The customization feature kind of attracted a different new fandom, from what people say, but it never approached a fraction the site's peak, which is probably how the brand wound up getting sold to some NFT bros who aren't even involved in the site itself and supposedly never even spoken to its remaining staff outside some business emails? This is unrelated to the brief period it was bought by scientologists and the siterunners had to fight back against their propaganda leaking into it. I really didn't expect to turn this response into a mini article, I should really just make a thing on bogleech.com about it sometime. Some of my tumblr mutuals to this day are people I met through the neopets fandom and probably have equally lengthy memories/complaints.

[theresthesnitch]

It's about community, y'all.

I’ve found myself recently in a fandom interaction that has left me feeling very uncomfortable, and I want to talk about it. 

I will not be sharing usernames or fic names, so please do not publicly mention who they are if you figure out who this is. 

About a month ago, I was messaged by an account that doesn’t follow me, asking me to read their friend’s fic. The initial message was very flattering–their friend was a big fan of my work, and it would be so nice for them to get a comment from me on it. Honestly, it was such a sweet message, and I said I was busy right then, but I’d make time to read it.

When I opened the fic, it was a username that I didn’t recognize. Which is not terribly surprising, but I do recognize and notice regular commenters and people who regularly interact with me on Tumblr. (Which, by the way, is a good thing. These people all have a special place in my heart, and I love seeing their interactions.) This person also had no other fics published to AO3, and no bookmarks on their account. 

 I am an email hoarder, which means that every comment, kudo, and tumblr follow I get an email notification for is still stored in my email. I searched my inbox for the writer’s username, and nothing came up. I don’t mean nothing significant, I mean not one single comment, kudos, or follow from the account. I searched the account who messaged me, and got the same result. No one single comment, kudo, or follow. 

The thing that may not be immediately obvious from the outside is that many writers connect with each other as well. We share fic recs, snippets, and plot bunnies. We also talk about comments that we love, fans that we enjoy seeing in our notes, and significant interactions. 

Which is to say that the first thing I did was drop this fic with an explanation of what happened into the “fic recs” channel of our discord. Immediately, I find out that this is not a unique situation. Many of the writers in that discord were also approached, either by the actual writer or a friend, and asked to read it. 

I messaged the account again and asked if their friend was operating under a new username because I didn’t recognize them. Which is valid and I know people change their usernames sometimes. The friend responded that they did, but that the friend wouldn’t like them sharing it. I looked into the tumblr that messaged me then, and the account had been set up one singular day before they messaged me, with nothing more than a few art reblogs on their blog. 

At this point, I’m getting a really weird feeling from this, and I decide to just not respond anymore. I’m not going to call them out, but I’m also not going to engage. 

Yesterday, the “friend’s” account sent me another message, asking if I’d read it and telling me again that they can give their friend’s old account name if I really want it. They also mention that their friend read through and commented on a bunch of my older fics–which they did. Between May 24 and June 1, they left 17 comments on some of the very first fics I ever wrote and published. However, the way she tells me this feels very much like a quid pro quo - I commented, now where’s yours? 

I jumped back into the discords of some of my mutuals, and asked about this again. It turns out that all of us have gotten a weird vibe from them, and that this all feels like such a manipulative, creepy way to ask for exposure on your fic. 

And, because I’m me and needed more information, I went back to their fic and looked through the comments and bookmarks. 

There’s an ongoing discussion in many writer’s circles about interactions being lower, particularly comments, which you’ve probably seen crop up around Tumblr as well. While I don’t want to rehash this discussion here, the basic consensus is that most established writers are seeing fewer comments than ever, even when there’s a significant number of kudos. 

This fic has a not insignificant number of kudos, but a surprisingly large amount of comments and bookmarks, comparatively. Enough that just seeing the stats shocked me. I looked through the comments and saw lots of well known fandom writers, as well as some otherwise blank accounts. It strikes me as very odd–especially from a new, blank account and for a one shot without chapters to build up an audience. 

I jumped back in the discord and asked my mutuals about this again. Several people described really weird interactions with this individual. I heard stories about this person being really flattering when they initially reached out, vaguely complimenting the writer, then completely ghosting after the writer comments on their fics. 

I’ve debated for a bit about whether to post on this or not. The entire interaction has left such a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve no doubt that the writer and their friend are the same person, and I suspect some of their comments are fabricated as well. It’s elaborate, to a weird degree, and I feel so uncomfortable by it. 

The thing is, I love talking to people who have read my work. I love getting sent a fic rec. I read so little at this point just due to life and limited time that basically everything I read is something a mutual wrote or something recommended to me. I also really love the “it would mean so much to me if you read this” message, but only if it’s genuine. I have read first fics of new writers who sent me their own work, with their name attached, and asked me to. 

Fandom writing is a community, and that works best when we have a little give and take. But when you’re out there manipulating interactions, building up fake flattery to only not follow through, that breaks down our community. It’s unfortunate, manipulative, and honestly, a bit creepy. 

I don’t know if they just thought we (the writing community) wouldn’t notice, but we did. I’ve talked to other writers about this, and if any of my mutuals had a similar experience, I’d love to hear about it. 

To my “friend” who wrote this fic, I know you’re proud of your fic, but you’re not doing yourself any favors with this behavior. I will not be reading it. I also will not be responding to you or “your friend” any further. I wish you luck, and I hope you find what you’re looking for.