#anyway let me just drop this and run because posting art for new things is scary ok bye

[xhinc]

her <3

[empty-movement]

May I ask what scanners / equipment / software you're using in the utena art book project? I'm an artist and half the reason I rarely do traditional art is because I'm never happy with the artwork after it's scanned in. But the level of detail even in the blacks of Utena's uniform were all captured so beautifully! And even the very light colors are showing up so well! I'd love to know how you manage!

You know what's really fun? This used to be something you put in your site information section, the software and tools used! Not something that's as normal anymore, but let's give it a go, sorry it's long because I don't know what's new information and what's not! Herein: VANNA'S 'THIS IS AS SPECIFIC AS MY BREAK IS LONG' GUIDE/AIMLESS UNEDITED RAMBLE ABOUT SCANNING IMAGES

Scanning: Modern scanners, by and large, are shit for this. The audience for scanning has narrowed to business and work from home applications that favor text OCR, speed, and efficiency over archiving and scanning of photos and other such visual media. It makes sense--there was a time when scanning your family photographs and such was a popular expected use of a scanner, but these days, the presumption is anything like that is already digital--what would you need the scanner to do that for? The scanner I used for this project is the same one I have been using for *checks notes* a decade now. I use an Epson Perfection V500. Because it is explicitly intended to be a photo scanner, it does threebthings that at this point, you will pay a niche user premium for in a scanner: extremely high DPI (dots per inch), extremely wide color range, and true lossless raws (BMP/TIFF.) I scan low quality print media at 600dpi, high quality print media at 1200 dpi, and this artbook I scanned at 2400 dpi. This is obscene and results in files that are entire GB in size, but for my purposes and my approach, the largest, clearest, rawest copy of whatever I'm scanning is my goal. I don't rely on the scanner to do any post-processing. (At these sizes, the post-processing capacity of the scanner is rendered moot, anyway.) I will replace this scanner when it breaks by buying another identical one if I can find it. I have dropped, disassembled to clean, and abused this thing for a decade and I can't believe it still tolerates my shit. The trade off? Only a couple of my computers will run the ancient capture software right. LMAO. I spent a good week investigating scanners because of the insane Newtype project on my backburner, and the quality available to me now in a scanner is so depleted without spending over a thousand on one, that I'd probably just spin up a computer with Windows 7 on it just to use this one. That's how much of a difference the decade has made in what scanners do and why. (Enshittification attacks! Yes, there are multiple consumer computer products that have actually declined in quality over the last decade.)

Post-processing: Photoshop. Sorry. I have been using Photoshop for literally decades now, it's the demon I know. While CSP is absolutely probably the better piece of software for most uses (art,) Photoshop is...well it's in the name. In all likelihood though, CSP can do all these things, and is a better product to give money to. I just don't know how. NOTENOTENOTE: Anywhere I discuss descreening and print moire I am specifically talking about how to clean up *printed media.* If you are scanning your own painting, this will not be a problem, but everything else about this advice will stand! The first thing you do with a 2400 dpi scan of Utena and Anthy hugging? Well, you open it in Photoshop, which you may or may not have paid for. Then you use a third party developer's plug-in to Descreen the image. I use Sattva. Now this may or may not be what you want in archiving!!! If fidelity to the original scan is the point, you may pass on this part--you are trying to preserve the print screen, moire, half-tones, and other ways print media tricks the eye. If you're me, this tool helps translate the raw scan of the printed dots on the page into the smooth color image you see in person. From there, the vast majority of your efforts will boil down to the following Photoshop tools: Levels/Curves, Color Balance, and Selective Color. Dust and Scratches, Median, Blur, and Remove Noise will also be close friends of the printed page to digital format archiver. Once you're happy with the broad strokes, you can start cropping and sizing it down to something reasonable. If you are dealing with lots of images with the same needs, like when I've scanned doujinshi pages, you can often streamline a lot of this using Photoshop Actions.

My blacks and whites are coming out so vivid this time because I do all color post-processing in Photoshop after the fact, after a descreen tool has been used to translate the dot matrix colors to solids they're intended to portray--in my experience trying to color correct for dark and light colors is a hot mess until that process is done, because Photoshop sees the full range of the dots on the image and the colors they comprise, instead of actually blending them into their intended shades. I don't correct the levels until I've descreened to some extent.

As you can see, the print pattern contains the information of the original painting, but if you try to correct the blacks and whites, you'll get a janky mess. *Then* you change the Levels:

If you've ever edited audio, then dealing with photo Levels and Curves will be familiar to you! A well cut and cleaned piece of audio will not cut off the highs and lows, but also will make sure it uses the full range available to it. Modern scanners are trying to do this all for you, so they blow out the colors and increase the brightness and contrast significantly, because solid blacks and solid whites are often the entire thing you're aiming for--document scanning, basically. This is like when audio is made so loud details at the high and low get cut off. Boo.

What I get instead is as much detail as possible, but also at a volume that needs correcting:

Cutting off the unused color ranges (in this case it's all dark), you get the best chance of capturing the original black and white range:

In some cases, I edit beyond this--for doujinshi scans, I aim for solid blacks and whites, because I need the file sizes to be normal and can't spend gigs of space on dust. For accuracy though, this is where I'd generally stop.

For scanning artwork, the major factor here that may be fucking up your game? Yep. The scanner. Modern scanners are like cheap microphones that blow out the audio, when what you want is the ancient microphone that captures your cat farting in the next room over. While you can compensate A LOT in Photoshop and bring out blacks and whites that scanners fuck up, at the end of the day, what's probably stopping you up is that you want to use your scanner for something scanners are no longer designed to do well. If you aren't crazy like me and likely to get a vintage scanner for this purpose, keep in mind that what you are looking for is specifically *a photo scanner.* These are the ones designed to capture the most range, and at the highest DPI. It will be a flatbed. Don't waste your time with anything else.

Hot tip: if you aren't scanning often, look into your local library or photo processing store. They will have access to modern scanners that specialize in the same priorities I've listed here, and many will scan to your specifications (high dpi, lossless.)

Ahem. I hope that helps, and or was interesting to someone!!!

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Some random modern HotD headcanons :)

Hey y’all! So I kept thinking of some funny, and very specific headcanons for the HotD characters, so I decided to just make it a whole post. This will actually be my first “legit” post on here, lol! Anyways, this will include some headcanons about Aemond, Aegon II, Luke, Jace, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Helaena, etc. But hope y’all enjoy lol! :)

Ok, I am convinced that Aemond has a secret stash of tea hidden somewhere. He's even put them all in a very nice ornate, antique box. It's his guilty pleasure. He probably would have some Earl Gray, English Breakfast, maybe even some lavender mint for the evenings. He'd keep it secret because all the teas he's gotten are way too expensive, and special.

Luke is an avid Minecraft gamer. Like he's basically built Dragonstone, and the Red Keep in his server. He'll play sometimes with Jace, or maybe even Aegon. But he doesn't let them into that world. Aegon would probably blow it all up with TnT.

Speaking of gaming, I think some people are on the same page that Aegon would be some kind of gamer. He'd be up to date on all the new systems and gadgets. He'd be one of the firsts to have the PS5 when it came out. He probably plays a lot of Call of Duty. Maybe even some Valorant when he doesn't wanna fire up the PS. He'd definitely be cursing and yelling at the game, to the point where Alicent threatens to take it away.

While Rhaenyra watches her shows, House Wives, Rupaul's Drag Race, etc. Daemon pretends to be not interested, but really he's super invested. He'd be leaning against the couch, or the wall totally sucked in. And when Rhaenyra tells him to just sit down and watch with her, he's all like, "no no I don't even like this show". But then he'd say things like, "Well maybe if her gown was better made she wouldn't have been eliminated last episode".

Aegon gives me frat boy energy. And I know I'm not the first to say that lol. You already know he's planning all the parties, and picking the themes. I like to think he'd be very invested into picking the themes. They would be things like, dragon night, wear your fave dragon scale colors. Or something like, Dragonstone beach night, wear your swim suits and flip flops.

Alicent likes to knit. Or maybe crochet? It's her stress reliever activity after dealing with Aegon, and the rest of the boys. Helaena is always giving her new patterns or designs to try.

I think Alicent also likes to take the occasional Buzzfeed quiz. "If you were a cake flavor, here's what you'd be based on your star sign".

Helaena runs a very successful tik tok account. She'd post her outfits, and maybe some art or cool bugs she's found.

Aegon listens to a lot of Megan Thee Stallion and Kim Petras. He's blasting Kim Petras' Treat me like a Slut at least 5 times a day. He gets ready to it in the morning.

Aemond will get down to some Amy Winehouse.

Jace works at the local animal shelter as his summer job. He only got the job cause Rhaenyra said he needed to get out of the house. Plus Helaena also works there, so she helped him get hired.

Aemond would be a great bartender. Not with like actually interacting with customers, but he can make some great drinks. Like he's over here coming up with all these crazy cocktails. Although, like his tea obsession he keeps this on the low. He doesn't want Aegon asking him to make drinks all the time. Gods forbid he asks Aemond to bartend at one of the frat parties.

Helaena was a Monster High girl growing up.

Aemond has a motorcycle. It was his one rebellious purchase. Alicent hates it.

Luke can kick Aegon's ass in any game, video or otherwise. You name it, Call of Duty, UNO, Valorent, Go fish...

Rhaenyra has a bit of a sweet tooth, but she has to hide her candy stash, cause the boys will steal it in a heartbeat. Who would have thought Daemon would love lemon drops so much.

I really could go on forever, these are just too fun to write. But I'll leave it here for now lol.

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

Okay, I can't stop thinking about Richter getting a little bit older. He's in his early teens, like 13-14 and gets a puppy crush on someone. And he just like, absolutely cannot figure out how to navigate that.

So either,

1. He indirectly asks Olrox for advice. In that roundabout way because he is shy about that one thing. And will not admit he needs help.

2. Olrox notices himself

How Olrox goes about this I leave it up to you.

I'm obsessed with this AU.

(Young Richter gets captured by Olrox as revenge: a bittersweet found family AU introduction post)

Ok before everything let’s establish how Richter would have looked when reaching an older age in Olrox’s captivity care:

(Art by me obv)

As you can see, our peepaw’s influence is all over the place. He turned a rugged kid who likes running in the mud into a fine little gentleman (that still likes running in the mud, but Olrox holds out hope that he grows out of it), so normally Richie wouldn’t feel insecure about his looks, until he met her that is.

It was a girl his age, working part-time at her father’s bakery in the settlement near which he and his kidnapper father lived in their estate. They quickly grew fond of each other and proceeded to hang out almost every day, which alarmed Olrox at first, but seeing his son being happy out-weighted the anxiety and he let it go. Of course he did have certain suspicions, especially when Richter began spending a little too much time twirling in the mirror and fixing his hair, but still gave the kid benefit of the doubt. Until today.

“Um, papá…”

Olrox looked up from his paperwork. “Yes, Richter?”

“How do I look?”

The man almost did a double take. Alright, that was new.

“Perfect as always, my son.”

That seemed to give Richie some confidence, but not enough.

“Are…are you sure?”

“I haven’t gone blind just yet. I’d say I am.” He smiled.

“Okay, good, that’s…good. Anyway, I’m going to Elyna’s place, don’t expect me til’ dinner!” He turned on his heel.

Olrox smirked. “Can’t live without your little friend, huh~?”

Richter whipped his head. “I-we’re not a thing!”

“Didn’t say you were.”

Silence.

“Are you sick by any chance? Your face is burning.”

“You just love getting your nose into my business don’t you.” Belmont hissed.

“My child, you made it excruciatingly obvious what the business was. It’s not my fault you can’t hide your feelings to save your life. I won’t be surprised if Élyna already knows all about your crush.”

“What!?” Richter stared, wide-eyed.

“Although I’d say you’re safe, judging by the dreamy looks she keeps giving you.” Olrox propped his chin on his hand, paperwork completely forgotten.

“…wait, really?”

“Have you not noticed?”

“No!?”

“Or the way she keeps carving out more and more time for you?”

The boy’s jaw dropped to the floor as the puzzle assembled in his head and Olrox couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“Oh my sweet boy…” He sighed. “You know what? Take the horse. Ladies love animals.”

“Wait, really? I can take Carter??”

“If you’re planning on winning her heart, might as well court her properly. In addition, witnessing that you keep a steed will put you in favour with her father. He’ll be more lenient if he sees that her daughter’s suitor has a wealthy family.”

“Oh my—we’re not gonna get married!”

“Give it a week and you’ll see how quickly you change your mind.” Olrox smirked. It’s just how childish crushes went, after all.

[messrmoonyy]

I just read your nsfw Headcannons for Tess and all I have to say is. Give. Me. The. Alley. Thing. Now. And no one gets hurt

The art of jealousy

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

A/N- this request has been sat in my inbox since I first posted those Headcannons. Which was. A long time ago. I’m sorry. So here it is finally. Also the Headcannons being referred too are right here for anyone that wants to read them. Tess POV cause I really am loving giving a look into her head. I only proofread this once cause Tuesdays are becoming ever so slightly stressful for me so I just wasn’t vibing. So. Anyways. Enjoy.

Warnings- Tess lmao. Possessiveness, jealousy, she’s a lil rough at times but reader likes that, smut: fingering ( reader receiving), sex in a public place, choking, degradation

Word count- 3.8K

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Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

If Tess was one thing, it was being possessive of shit that was hers. Maybe that was just a side affect- as it were- of the post outbreak world. No one had much that they could truly call theirs anymore. Tess had actually always found it quite interesting how attached people could be to their things. She’d never been the material type. Even pre outbreak she’d never been one for expensive jewellery, flashy cars or designer clothes. And she’d never really understood people’s obsession with it.

Material items took on new forms now. People these days valued things like boots. Or ration cards. Family photos they’d managed to hold onto for all this time. At least they were more practical now she guessed. But still, she wasn’t really one to be overly attached to things.

People too fell under that bracket. She straight up refused to let herself get attached to anyone once the outbreak hit. After losing her entire family within the first week of the outbreak she’d vowed to never let herself get close to anyone again.

And then you’d come along.

She hadn’t meant to fall in love with you. Fuck she’d actually ignored you for several months when she realised she might actually be feeling something for you. But you were persistent. And beautiful. And it was unbelievably irritating but you had a knack at kicking down the walls she’d built up over the years. Brick. By brick. And she had learnt that maybe she did have a possessive streak in her after all.

Because there was truly nothing she despised more than watching someone else flirting with you. And it happened a lot which wasn’t at all surprising. The majority of people she surrounded herself with knew not to mess around when it came to you. They knew that you were off limits. But occasionally someone new would poll their way into the underground scene of Boston, some attempt to establish themselves on the black market, and thoroughly piss her off.

Jealousy crept up on her more frequently than not, she couldn’t help it. She just didn’t like it. Seeing you around someone else.

She knew you weren’t about to run off with some random fuck who thought he could win you round with some ration cards. She had you wrapped tightly around her little finger, just as you had her. But still. It pissed her off.

“ are you hoping if you stare at the back of his head long enough he’ll just drop down dead? “ Joel’s southern drawl hit her ears and she flashed him an irritated look, before looking back over at you. You’d been striking up a deal with someone for over 10 minutes, some new fucker clearly bartering you down for the cost of some pills. But he was being too… touchy.

You were no stranger to flirting your way through deals and Tess had always been surprised at just how much you could raise the prices in trades just by simply… existing. Being a woman in the current climate had never been particularly great. And learning to use what you had to for your own advantages was vital.

‘ men think they’re getting something and they’ll be putty in your hands ‘ that’s what you had said once. And she wasn’t exactly against it, hell she was guilty of doing it herself. But it didn’t change how infuriating it was.

“ you know she won’t do shit. You got that girl eating out of the god damn palm of your hand “ Joel said with a laugh, chewing at a chunk of his rationed beef jerky and eyeing the hand of cards he was holding. Though Tess had long since lost interest in the game they were playing “ ask her to beg at your fuckin feet and she’d do it. Then again, you’d probably do it for her too “ A small smirk pulled at her lips with that. She knew it was true, of course. She trusted you whole heartedly, knowing you had zero interest in anyone else. Especially men. And no one on the entire planet could turn her head.

You were just as infatuated with her as she was with you. It was a mutual obsession that was no where close to burning out.

“ I know “

“ then drop the miserable look on your damn face and play your turn “ she rolled her eyes and took her eyes off of you for a few moments, looking back down at the cards in front of her. She played a card without even really looking at it, her eyes soon trailing back over to you again “ you are making this too damn easy for me “

She didn’t grant him with a response, eyes narrowing as she watched you exchange a half bag of pills for a wad of cards. Clearly more than you’d usually have sold them for, but her small proud smile didn’t last long.

The man stepped closer to you, head bowed as he said something in your ear. You gave a clearly over exaggerated laugh, arm on his shoulder. And she was certain she saw your eyes flick in her direction.

She huffed a laugh, sitting back in her chair and shaking her head in mild disbelief

“ the little shit “ Joel’s eyes drifted over to you too, his brow furrowed as they both watched you flirt with the man.

“ Jesus Christ “ Joel muttered, clearly thinking the same thing Tess was. You were doing it on purpose. Pushing her buttons “ don’t rise to it. It’s what she wants “

“ I know what she fuckin wants “ she narrowed her eyes, watching you across the courtyard as she attempted to continue the game with Joel.

“ hey Tess. How you doin? I was wondering if you had an- “ the sound of one of her customers filled her ears as she kept her eyes trained on you.

“ not now “ she said with a wave of her hand, not even looking up to see who was stood there

“ but- “

“ not. Now “

“ okay okay. That’s cool. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow? Cool cool “ Joel sighed as the man shuffled off sheepishly

“ you’re forfeiting sales now? Will you just go talk to her “ she was tapping her fingers against the table impatiently now. Jealousy and anger swimming in her veins in a dangerous cocktail.

You were always the same. A fucking brat. Pissing her off to get your own way. And she knew exactly what you were trying to get out of her. Piss her off, wind her up, drive her insane so that the second you both got home she’d pin you down against the closest surface and remind you exactly who was in charge for as long as it took for the message to sink in.

But she was in no mood to wait until you got home. If you needed a little reminder of just who wore the trousers in your relationship, she’d remind you. And she’d remind you sooner rather than later.

One more gentle touch of your hand to the man’s chest followed by a glance in her direction was the last nail in the coffin. And she was tossing her cards down on the table.

“ Tess- “ she was up and out of her metal chair before he could finish his sentence, crossing the courtyard in purposeful strides, someone hopping out of her path as she went.

“ are you fuckin done? “ she asked in a low voice as she reached you, throwing a glare towards the man seemed confused at her sudden appearance

“ oh hi Tess “ you said innocently “ everything okay? “ the man took a step back, eyes widening as he looked between the two of you

“ you’re?- I didn’t know- “ she quite enjoyed watching people crumble under the weight of her reputation. Especially men.

“ if you have any idea what’s good for you, you’ll take your pills. And fuck off” she turned to you then “ and you. Come with me “ she walked off before waiting for a response from either of you, making a beeline for the back alley leading out of the courtyard. No one would bother her down there, the only entrance that lead from that way was the one from anyone coming from outside the wall. Which wasn’t very often.

She didn’t have to look behind her to know you’d be following. Even when you were in the mood to piss her off you were still desperate to please.

So she waited a few moments and then you appeared, strolling into the alley like you didn’t have a single care in the world. And she was reaching the limits of her patience.

She grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you back against the wall, hiding effectively behind a stack of wooden crates.

“ you okay Tess? You seem a little tense today “ god you were infuriating. She laughed and shook her head, trapping you against the wall with a hand resting beside your head.

“ the fuck was that back there? Huh? “ confusion twisted into your features, but the smirk tugging at your lips gave it away that you weren’t even remotely confused by her question. You knew exactly what you’d done “ you think it’s funny? “

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“ oh you don’t? “

“ I was just making a trade. You’re a little scary you know, the new ones always prefer to come to me. You should smile a little more “ you reached up and poked at her face lightly “ I think you scared my customer away “

“ good. He needs to keep his fuckin hands to himself “

“ shame. He was quite nice “ the little monster that lived in her chest was trying to claw its way out, a pointless feeling of jealousy threatening to overwhelm her. It truly was pointless. She knew you were toying with her. You were playing her like a violin, messing with her to get what you wanted.

“ wanna go back out to him? Be my fuckin guest “ she knew you wouldn’t. Knew she had you exactly where you wanted to be. Though a small part of her did wonder if you would. Just to piss her off a little more.

“ you should know by now I’m not into the nice type “ she exhaled shortly through her nose and gave a small nod. She knew. Tess was not one for softness and romance. Yeah, from time to time it would slip out. But that’s not what you wanted from her. It’s why you worked together so well.

Her fingers brushed over the exposed skin of your neck, almost annoyed at the lack of purple and red marks she found. Maybe that was why the fucker back there had been so willing and accepting to your loaded advances. How could she have been so careless. To let her possessive marks vanish. Her clear silent brand that you were spoken for.

“ you don’t think I’m nice? “

“ there’s different meanings to different people “ she couldn’t help herself and dropped her head down to your neck, the blank expanse of your skin frustrating her. You tilted your head to give her access to more of you, attacking the blank canvas of flesh with her teeth “ see. Nice girls don’t behave like this. You taught me that “ she laughed against your skin, biting a little harder than she really needed to. Just to hear the delicious sound it would draw from you.

She knew she wasn’t nice. Not in the conventional sense. But you didn’t want nice. You didn’t want a cosy and warm relationship, soft forehead kisses and vanilla sex, cruising along in life and abiding by the rules.

You wanted her. You wanted the way she was rough, she was all teeth and bruises and hair pulls. She threw you around and left you wrecked for anyone else but her. And she knew that was how you were. She knew that was what you wanted. What you needed. Needing some kind of reminder that you were real, that the fucked up mess of the world around you wasnt a nightmare. You needed her to bring you back to life. And she was more than happy to oblige.

“ so what? You gonna take me home? “ she didn’t quite know when exactly she had decided she wasn’t going to take you home. The idea had arisen quite suddenly and she’d decided to act on it just as fast, quite certain she didn’t actually have it in her to take you all the way home. Not when she was so wound up.

That paired with the smugness still interlacing between the syllables of your words… she had a point to prove.

“ no “ you gave her a confused look and now it was her turn to smirk “ you act like that and think you get to choose if we go home or not? Gotta be fuckin kiddin me baby “ she leant in close to your face, her hand moving up and applying pressure to your throat. She felt your breath stutter, your fingers wrapping around her wrist. Not so cocky anymore.

“ Tess someone might- “

“ what? You were okay with behaving like some common fuckin whore out there in front of everyone, but not here for me? Breaking my fuckin heart “ she liked the way you seemed to lose all of your cockiness in an instant. She practically watched it drain from your features.

“ I wasn’t doing shit I was working “ Tess quirked a brow and smiled, fingers moving to unbutton your jeans. The second her fingers slipped into your underwear and she felt how wet you were, her smile grew. She wondered if you knew how much she truly loved how easy it was to make you wet. How much it turned her on just to have you so willingly at her mercy, how much you so clearly wanted to be used by her even if you attempted to deny it.

“ I’m not stupid. I know what you were doing. You think I didn’t know this is what you wanted? “ a soft moan slipped past your lips as she dragged your arousal up and slowly circled your clit “ you wet for me or that fucker back there? Huh? “

“ what do you fuckin think? “ Tess raised her eyebrows and shook her head, not the biggest fan of your tone of voice. Your breath hitched as she set herself into a steady rhythm, losing your cool and cocky demeanour as she worked you into a mess. It never took her long. She could read you like a book and knew how and where to touch you to have you melting in minutes.

“ the attitude on you sweetheart “ she increased the speed of her fingers, applied more pressure to your neck. She watched the way your eyes fluttered closed, loving the way the light headed bliss washed over you “ that’s it baby, can’t talk back now can you “

Your eyes fell onto hers as she slipped two fingers into you, not bothering to ease you into it with one. You were wet enough for it, she knew.

“ fuck- “

“ you think you’re so powerful don’t you? Thinking you can fuck around like that? Look at you now “ she kept her voice low, in that tone that she knew you loved. That made your velvety walls flutter against the fingers she was thrusting in and out of you roughly “ do you think they all know back there? That you’re back here with me getting fucked like a little slut? Do you? “

You whimpered out an answer your nails digging painfully into the skin of her wrist

“ I’m sorry “ your whimpers and whines were cute but she found it mildly funny that you thought they would make her go easy on you. She was only getting started.

“ not good enough “ her thumb applied pressure to your clit and you moaned loudly at the feeling “ acting like you’re so big. So bad. But who’s the one getting fucked in an alley? What do you think they’d say if they saw you now? Saw you a pathetic mess having your cunt stretched out by my fingers? Hmm? “

“ I- I said I’m sorry. I’m- fuck “

“ you should be. I look after you, I take care of you. And yet you behave like that? Such a spoiled little brat. You want more? I bet you want more don’t you “ your moans were increasing in pitch and she was a little cautious of being caught, but she was far too preoccupied by you to care completely. By the own arousal pooling in her belly, she didn’t need to be touched to get off. Watching you fall apart at her hands was enough

“ yes. Yes. More “ you begged. She loved hearing you beg.

“ greedy girl “ she glanced down at her hand that was hidden in your jeans and smiled, adjusting the slightly awkward angle and carefully adding a third finger to the mix. You winced at the new stretch and she gave you a moment before continuing her movements.

“ fuck Tess “ the sounds falling from your mouth mixed with the sopping sound of your cunt stretching around her fingers was almost too distracting, fighting the urge to stop and take you home so she could fuck you properly.

You were getting louder, even when she stifled your sounds for a moment with a more firm grip on your throat. When she could feel your pulse hammering beneath her finger tips.

“ nice and quiet. Or do you want them all to hear you? Is that what you want? “ it’s what she wanted. Deep down. A part of her desperately wanted people to hear, to remind everyone and anyone that thought they had a chance with you to back off. But a louder part of her was yelling at her, that she didn’t want anyone finding you both there. So you’d have to quiet down “ quiet “ she warned.

She sighed in mild annoyance when you didn’t listen.

“ sorry I- I can’t- “ so she clamped her hand down over your mouth and shook her head in disappointment. Though internally she was unbelievably fucking smug, very much getting off on the fact that you couldn’t control yourself. Because of her. You were a whimpering, shuddering wreck because of her.

She wondered if she should have planned this a little more thoroughly before executing it. If she could’ve roped Joel into dragging the man you had been flirting with down that alley too. Forced him to watch. Get a couple of hits in to really cement the fact. That you were hers. No one else’s. You weren’t to be touched. Or looked at. Or even thought about but anyone but her.

In an ideal world where she didn’t act on impulse and actually planned that exact moment, that’s what would have happened. Maybe she’d have even taken you some place more secluded. Where she didn’t have to force you to be quiet, where she could let you be loud. Let that bastards ears be filled with you moaning her name. The wet sounds of your cunt soaking her fingers.

He’d never get to have you like that. He’d never get to feel the way you clenched on her fingers, the way your inner walls were so soft. No one would. Only her.

But maybe that was for another time. In that moment she was quite pleased with herself, pleased with the way she had you whimpering into her one hand and dripping all over the other.

She wished you could see how pathetic you looked there for her, squirming in her hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head as she pushed you closer the edge. Her hand across your mouth, neck covered in fresh hickeys, your arms grazing against the brick wall.

“ I don’t want you acting like that anymore. You understand me? “ she curled her fingers as she said it, pressing at the spot she knew sent you spiralling. That she knew would render you unable to respond, that gave you that wonderful blank look in your eyes when all you could think about was her. Exactly as she wanted you. You nodded your head, eyes falling closed “ I can’t have you showing me up like that again“

She couldn’t. She didn’t need people seeing you treat her like a pushover, so easily able to walk all over her. She was in charge. She had the control. You were hers

“ who do you belong to? “ she asked you, moving her hand down from your mouth and gripping at your chin “ who? “

“ you “ you said breathlessly, your chest heaving and grip on her wrist tightening. She knew you well enough to know when you were almost there, recognised the sounds. The look in your eyes. The way you tightened around her fingers.

“ say it again”

“ fuck- “ she was a little cautious of how loud you were being again but she wanted to hear you say it, needed you to say her name and feed the jealous creature sitting in her chest.

“ say it or I swear I will leave you here like this “ she threatened “ say my name baby “

“ Tess “ you gasped, voice high and breathy “ Tess. You I belong to you please- “ she smiled and gave a small nod.

“ that’s my girl “ she moved her hand back over your mouth as you came, whining loudly even muffled by her fingers “ you fuckin remember that yeah? You’re mine “ she said against your ear as she worked you through it, coming over her fingers “ all mine “ she kept going, only withdrawing her fingers when you slumped against her. Legs shaking and chest heaving as you caught your breath.

She dropped her hand from your mouth, eyes scanning your face and an overwhelming smugness settling over her at your fucked out appearance.

“ did I make myself clear? “ she asked quietly, thumb brushing over your lips.

“ crystal “ she pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting you go and taking a step back, running a hand through her hair as she looked at her handiwork. It was clear as day what had just happened and she took great pride in the fact that you would walk back into that courtyard, and everyone would know. Bruises were blooming on your throat, your cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from your teeth sinking into them, hair dishevelled.

“ I’ll let you get back to work then shall I? “ she said with a smile as if it were the most normal thing.

“ you fuckin kidding me? “ she shrugged and leant forward to press a kiss to your cheek “ just keep your hands to yourself this time “ then she stepped back and made her way back to Joel, almost sauntering her way back to the table where he was still sat.

The cat who had gotten the cream.

“ you are fuckin unbelievable “ he muttered with a shake of his head as she sat back in her chair, arms folded over her chest and eyes locked on the entrance to the alleyway waiting for you to appear.

“ deal me some new cards Texas “ he shook his head with a sigh but gathered up the cards again as you re appeared. You had tried to make yourself look more presentable by the looks of things, but even if people could excuse the flushed look of your cheeks or the glazed look in your eyes. There was no escaping the freshly bloomed artwork she’d left on your neck.

She’d like to see anyone try it on with you now.

[remy2fang]

I wrote about this on Twitter, but I might as well post it here too and elaborate.

M. Bison’s hat is in the new SF6 Ed stage and it’s missing the golden Shadaloo emblem. It’s because F.A.N.G took it and wore it as a necklace. For those who read the Feb 2018 three-parter story TOXICITY, it’s been stated that F.A.N.G wanted to revive Shadaloo and M. Bison, in which he thinks the former leader of the organization is not truly dead. He tried to find resources to fund his efforts. Fast forward to late September 2023, F.A.N.G’s plan still tracks as seen from A.K.I.’s arcade mode and by talking to NPC “FANG” Fei in World Tour. F.A.N.G wearing M. Bison’s emblem around his neck is a reminder that he has a purpose to fulfill.

Now you might notice something different with the emblem between the two F.A.N.G illustrations, even though both are supposed to depict the same time frame where F.A.N.G first met A.K.I.. The 2018 version has the emblem clearly drawn with the Shadaloo skull and wing (I don’t know where the other wing went). The 2023 version from the A.K.I. memory art, although highly detailed, the emblem looked simplified. The necklace doesn’t look like a Shadaloo emblem anymore. It only has a vague shape of it. I only noticed this after seeing this gorgeous A.K.I. and F.A.N.G fanart back in the beginning of December of last year:

https://twitter.com/yoooou_know_who/status/1730868640214561227?s=46&t=iEGeYIIN_aP028wRnoVcUQ

I take it that the fanartist probably used the A.K.I. memory as reference to draw F.A.N.G. I don’t know if the artist read the Toxicity story. Most people didn’t read it anyway considering how many people thought F.A.N.G died until the A.K.I. dlc dropped.

Anyway, there are some conjectures why the 2023 version is like this. Maybe the artist just wanted to simplify the shape of the emblem because “so and so” reasons, maybe laziness, despite the entire artwork being super detailed in everything else. Another reason could be that they retcon the emblem and have F.A.N.G wear something else.

What do I think? I think the art direction of the 2023 illustration wanted to obscure the image of the emblem because they don’t want to give everything away story wise, which seems most effective towards those who never read Toxicity. The devs probably wanted to save more storytelling for later. That is why in the base game we don’t hear much about Rashid, A.K.I., Ed, nor Akuma, because that’s a story to tell when these characters come out. And from the sounds from the A.K.I. dlc, not everything has been said about F.A.N.G either. A.K.I. didn’t mention about her master’s Nguuhao dagger even though is was written to be a big deal in the Toxicity story. She didn’t even mention about Shadaloo nor Bison in her memories…that is until the avatar has to do a mission for her because she got a message from FANG to look into Shadaloo. Still, she never said Bison’s name. She seems to view these things as tasks for the job. Hmm…it might be no wonder that the emblem looked blurred. All A.K.I. could think of is her life story and F.A.N.G lol. But F.A.N.G for sure likes Bison and OG Shadaloo.

With the reveal of this new stage, it gave people hope that Bison and/or Seth might return in SF6. I don’t doubt that. There are indications for their return and it’s great that people are excited for it.

For me, when I saw Bison’s hat without the Shadaloo insignia, it all comes full circle from the F.A.N.G-centric Toxicity story. F.A.N.G indeed took it and wore it around his neck. It’s only a matter of time when either he or someone else explains about the missing insignia. Because of Bison’s hat on the stage, I now have Sign #14 that F.A.N.G might return playable lololol.

Now let me pour more of my running thoughts here. I have a feeling that F.A.N.G had something to do with the ruined Shadaloo lab. He must’ve placed Bison’s hat on the chair after taking the insignia. The lab equipment seems to be working too. Remember, F.A.N.G was trying to fund the revival project as mentioned in Toxicity. I think this is the result of it.

Sure, it could be someone else who placed Bison’s hat on the chair, but I don’t know who else is as passionate about Bison and Shadaloo other than F.A.N.G himself. Balrog only cares about money and even worked for the Illuminati during SFV. Vega doesn’t seem to care about Shadaloo either and Sagat doesn’t want anything to do with the organization anymore. The Dolls are free and want to live ordinary lives. There are some Shadaloo henchmen that are loyal to Bison from one of Rashid’s missions. Since these lackeys were targeting Rashid, they might be affiliated with F.A.N.G because he’s the one character who has a major grudge against him…but who knows, they might be JP’s allies instead. Though, one could say that Juri Han might’ve set the entire thing up. Revive Bison and finally enacting revenge against him. She always wanted that anyway lol.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Big Rig Job

Easter Weekend is over, time for myself lets continue. Big rig is US slang for one of those long-distance deliverytrucks right? --- Christmas tune on a truckstop. Its a christmass special i guess. (and here i was hoping for a break from the horrors of Christianity) Girlboss Tiktok Influencer... Ravi is fired. --- Yup, fuck the US Trucking industry, (i saw a John Oliver piece, this is all realistic, or at least it will be until the 3rd act twist that actually, the company is using the trucks to smuggle drugs/art/stolen goods)

huh, little note of implication that Parker has been visiting Hardisons family for christmass during the timeskip. (makes sense, but makes me worried about the whole "archie acknowledging Parker to his bio-daughter" thing in the last season of the OG series and how that ended up long-term)

Scrooge comparison. New Rule: When you are a long-running TV show, you are only allowed to use a given Christmass Special Reference once. You are allowed to repeat it over the course of the given episode but when you've made it you've burned it. I am sick of having every other season make a Grinch reference as a cheap "its christmass" indication. (Note: References to Scrooge are considered seperate from actual parodies of A Christmass Caroll for this rule, making a cheap reference in season 1 does not cost you the right to do a parody episode in season 5.) I will include into this a rule that your counters are all reset if you produce a single non-christian, Non-halloween special.

Sophie, we all know you are not going on holiday. Let Harry be realistic and pragmatic and return the darn board. (if a miracle happens and he gets to go anyway, the skiclub probably has a rental shack)

Huh, Elliot has been attending Nana's parties as well, thats nice. (If the prospect of Nana's family dinner becomes a running gag, i hope we hear just 1 reference to Mason settling into said fosterfamily)

Cheap gag that Parker doesnt know how to de-stilt herself. (come on, dont make us laugh. this is not a problem for her) --- Its Three Days Till Crimesmash, and we're getting jobs at the truck loading center. Luke has bodyguards, Paige has a floor safe. (not a clue yet as to what might be in there.) Correction: Paige is not an influencer, she's a wannabe.

The office has a coded lock on it. Sophie has to learn actual radio operator stuff.

Paige is drop-shipping a bunch of handbags. "i have worked verry hard to make us look good on paper", they're comitting fraud, and they're selling the place. (which would be good news, except that the company they're selling to is one of those Vulture Companies) This also means we now know whats in the floorsafe: The real non-forged documentation. (serious question btw, if you're engaging in fraud, why keep the legitimate documents? What is the point of forging a will if you dont throw the real one in the fireplace) --- Parker's tree has harnessed the power of the sun. Harry has limited good news: There is grounds for a class action suit. (bad news: They'll have sold by then). Goal: Get YDN to not buy then sue.

Harry has done some digging: The trucks are paid off in full. Ravi does legally own his truck. --- One botnet and one Sophie later and we've got permission to bring cameras to the active crimescene. Because Paige is an idiot. (on a related note, Sophie's colleague is observant and verry worried about what might happen if Sophie slacks off. This seems like the third act twist isnt "we're smuggling weapons" but Sophie leaves post and a trucker almost dies.) Meanwhile its time for Breanna and Elliot to have some fun, (by which i mean vandalism)

Im Jamie, this is Jamie, we've heard all the jokes. (great, both as a joke and to sell the "we're real people who have lives outside of you" by pre-empting the opening you deliberately made)

Breanna clones the Ipad and we're off to the races.

"he always wanted to do lame things, like deliver toys to orphans"... And we've kidnapped Paige. --- Screwdriver, oilslick. Elliot is playing this like a Hitman Level. Breanna just smugly whiping the "89 days since an accident" sign.

Turns out, Elliot (or at least his alter ego) is not forklift certified (someone call Your Fave Is Forklift Certified) Unfortunately, Elliot and Breanna are too good at making Luke look bad and this destroys Parkers safecracking window.

--- Parker manages to steal the safe just in time before the inspector comes into the office. YDN is out (also it seems that their father was such a good person even the vultures respected him)

And as we leave we have succesfully divided. (and unfortunately not conquered, there is always another vulture and also we're like 20 minutes into the episode) Luke is faced by his two thugs. "Big Jim" is not gonna be happy (they're in deep to the mob?) --- One Day Till Christmass, Sophie is still in denial. (also i was right they are smuggling.)

Breanna suspects the thugs might be involved.

Jamie and Jamie are back and putting the camera in Thug and Thugly's faces (Which means Breanna is probably running face ID) Reframing their deliberately engineered humiliation as the start of a Rags To Riches fantasy. Good one.

And Elliot is planting the seeds of paranoia (honestly strange Elliot didnt get fired by Luke yesterday) The farm upstate, its always the farm upstate. --- Janice has abandoned Sophie to check out a christmass present in the loading docks.

Good news: Sophie has found a potential new person to be "in charge" after they oust Luke and Paige. Bad news: They left dispatch unatended and I wouldnt be suprised to find out a truck just crashed. Ah right, the dads name is Nick, like Santa. How could i take this long to notice. (In hindsight Elliot said as much, but i thought he was just making fun of the beard) --- We're back with Harry and Parker, and Paige's open willingness to confess to her crimes on camera to what she believes to be a nationwide audience.

Luke has a gambling problem (he loves the horses about as much as Paige loves the bags). Im almost a bit sorry for Paige. Guns are in the crate that the toys are in.

Elliot gives a goon a crowbar just so he can make the goon hit himself with the crowbar.

guns are in the toytruck (I dont really care? He's not delivering the guns he's moving them away from the cameras. These guns are not gonna be used and while toys for orphans are good they're a cherry on the cake)

Breanna is in the truck (ok i care about that) --- Turns out he is delivering the guns. Sophie tells Janice whats been happening (wait, why are you English? 8.75/10)

Oh she's using the handbags to smuggle the guns? Clever girl. --- Paige threatens to tattle on the thugs (and it seems to work)

I'll be honest, this jump seems more like a Parker thing then an Elliot thing. But i think its just a case that Parker could not believably fail this jump (jumping off stuff is sort of her specialty) so she's been chained to a driverseat to make an excuse for the scene to have some tension.

Two guns in a luxury sedan vs Elliot in a big rig truck. This is just not a fair fight. Wait elliots truck has SPIKES ON THE WHEELS? WHY DOES THE CHRISMTAS TRUCKS HAVE SPIKES ON THE WHEELS? --- Back from commercials, Elliot puts a half-unconcious Luke in the driver seat and calls the cops Meanwhile Breanna finds a childrens chemistry set in the christmas presents (like stealing candy from a gun-smuggling baby) Paige doesnt even get to be present for the big bust (turns out, using a Personal Brand to smuggle guns is kind of incriminating) --- Final Denoement ensues, handing presents out of of the back of the truck. (but seriously, why does the truck have wheelspikes? They didnt even matter to the chasescene choreography but it had WHEELSPIKES? Why does the Santamobile have James Bond Villain-car features?)

[legolasghosty]

ahh yes wip tag game!! i’m physically incapable of not asking about “IKEA Meetcute Willex” but also “Willie Touch Issues Ace Stuff” sounds interesting👀 hope you’re doing well!!

Heheheheheh IKEA Willex!!!! My beloved that I really need to finish!

For anyone who isn't familiar, IKEA Willex is a meetcute setup where Alex is at IKEA looking for a new bedframe(Cause Luke and Reggie broke his old one by jumping on it whenever he wasn't home), and runs into Willie, who is attempting to get a race car bed as a combo of getting furniture for his new apartment and 'healing his inner child' or whatever his therapist kept calling it. They end up searching together :D

Let's see, random facts you don't already know about it.... I guess this is more about the extended universe than this fic itself, but please know that Alex and Willie get a giant race car bed when they move in together eventually! Cause YES!

Snippet!

"How goes the search?" Alex asks.

"Not good," Willie sighs, leaning back against the fake wall. "I know they have them here cause I looked online, but I haven't found any yet and I've been here for an hour."

Alex winces sympathetically. "When did you get here?"

"Like… 11:30?" Willie answers.

Alex glances down at his watch, then back at Willie, then back at the watch. "Ummm, you've only been here for like 20 minutes then," he informs them.

Willie stares at him for a solid minute, then drops his head back against the wall and groans again. "I'm doomed."

(I fully pulled that bit from a show called Ordinary Days.)

Okay! Willie Touch Issues Ace Stuffs!

This one takes place post canon sometime and was born from the idea that Caleb tended to use touch to manipulate Willie. Caleb is gone now and Willie is free, but like... the boy has some trauma. And sometimes he has moments of being terrified of turning out to be just like Caleb. Sooooo he has a bad day where he sort of can't stand to touch Alex or anyone else cause he's terrified that he's somehow manipulating them just like Caleb did.

And there's a whole other level to it with Alex cause Willie is ace and sex repulsed. Alex is probably ace too, cause I can't write allo characters to save my life, but maybe more sex neutral/favorable. So Willie is freaking out that maybe he's manipulating Alex by touching him cause somehow he's promising something he doesn't actually want. It's a whole thing. Anyways, Alex finds him and they'll be okay. When I actually finish writing it.

Snippet!

No, no thinking about him. Today was supposed to be good. He had to focus on something else. They hung a tight left, not even sure where they were anymore, and swerved a little to avoid some more lifers. Maybe tonight Reggie would talk the rest of the gang into watching A New Hope again. While Star Wars wasn't Willie's main thing, he could appreciate the art form, and it always made Reggie happy. But did Willie really think it sounded fun to watch something just because it made his friend happy? Had Caleb been right all along? Was Willie like him? Willing to do whatever it took to get what he wanted, even if it involved hurting people or forcing them to do things they didn't want?

Suddenly, Willie collided with something solid, tumbling to the ground as their board slid out from under their feet. He groaned, rolling onto his back on the cold sidewalk, looking around for whatever it was he’d run into. They froze as their eyes locked on blonde hair and pink fabric.

“Hey Wils,” Alex groaned, sitting up and looking down at him. “Sorry, I didn’t even think about how that would go if you were moving.”

Thanks for the ask!!! Gosh I really wanna go back to both of these now!

(Ask me questions about any of my wips that intrigue you!)

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 3

Hold B to speed up dialogue!

(The white text did NOT show up well here, so take my shitty edit.)

Now this is going to be a long post because there’s a LOT of new characters and oddities for me to share. You better set aside some time for this one.

(Because of this, from now on I will no longer be taking strictly plot-related pictures. We all know how the game goes anyway.)

PART TWO IS HERE.

😱 I can only imagine! Who knows what kind of crazy characters are out there? Plusle running wild... Budew gangs... Snubbull thieves?!

Tropius gives the order for Beedrill to show us around...

Tom Sawyer Beedrill... I love it.

So we start the tour. It’s about as boring as you remember, except:

The WHERE?! Does Guildmaster Totodile keep rubber bands in here or something?

I’m a HUGE fan of the replacement title for Treasure Town though

Nautical Cottage. It’s by the sea, bitches.

Although weirdly, Andrea clips back into the prime universe for a second:

🤷‍♀️ Yeah idk. Not even the weirdest thing that happened today.

Introducing the Treasure Town Nautical Cottage cast! Starring:

Tyrogue Bank!

Gulpin Link Shop! Hey this isn’t Pokémon Square!

FISH STORE FISH STORE COME GET YA GOODS AT THE FISH STORE!!

And Blastoise Storage!

(I’m never gonna stop gushing over Southern Beedrill. Just FYI.)

I like to imagine the scales above his eyes popping up every time he says “Hey hey hey!”

Chic girl Psyduck! Personal headcanon: she says “Oh my gosh!” every time her headache gets bad :(

Just for funsies, I decided to check out who runs the Dojo

Dang, one more evolution and this would’ve been perfect 😔

I’m not sure if anyone else cares about the various Treasure Town Exploration Teams, but I do! So we’re taking an inventory. Sorry, not sorry.

Believe it or not, I pretty much remember who is who based on the dialogue. (Look, it was bound to happen after playing through this game literally a dozen times as a kid.) Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but I think Sunkern is Pidgey and Magmar is Seedot!

For Team Tasty, we have Natu as Swellow and Wailmer as Wurmple. Which makes this extra hilarious:

Imagining a bird the size of an orb swallowing a beach ball sized whale whole... I’m not an artist, someone please draw this.

Socially friendly Toxicroak as Vigorith

For Team Ebony, we have Meditite as Murkrow and Rhyhorn as Shuppet.

I go to drop my stuff off at Blastoise Storage and...

Yeah. Here we see the real consequence of my needing to toggle the NPC portraits option. Unfortunate, but necessary. (Does that mean all the vendors are... imposters?!)

This is this first ever inventory from the Finneon Market! Does anyone know where you normally pick up the Miracle Chest? Because I’ve never seen it before. (Granted, I never did the harder dungeons like Zero Isle.) I ultimately bought the pure seed and heal seed.

And then we trigger the arrival of the adorable brothers! I can’t wait to see who they are...

Oh okay! I could see it! Uh, maybe not them being brothers, but I can easily tell which one is Marill and which one is Azu-

...Just kidding. That is objectively hilarious omfg

But then suddenly... ambiguous prophecy time!

Andrea: “Lol bet”

Finally, I get to check what the other Finneon is selling and UHHHHHH-

ONE OF THE SEVEN TREASURES,

AND A LEGENDARY ITEM.

I checked the description just out of curiosity and-

Onix Village?! 😂 I cannot wait for post game.

The team stumbles upon the kiddos, striking up a conversation with a good samaritan who promises to help find their lost item! And who is this shady benevolent character?!

Oh. Oh this is beautiful. With Blizzard, the boss fight is gonna be a cinch!

Uh, I mean-

Yeah. Sure. Let’s go with nice.

An entire line for a measly ‘t. Nice.

So here’s something neat! I found three Pokémon at the Crossroads that let you view the randomizer settings, the program credits, and the art credits!  I’m not sure if these Pokémon are set or if they were also randomized, but it’s a neat feature nonetheless.

Here’s my seed again, but remember you can always find it in my profile description and my pinned post.

A quick look at Team Glee before we kickstart the mission. We have Geodude as Togepi, Nuzleaf as Ledyba(?), and Carvanha as Politoed(?).

Andrea? That’s not a Sandshrew 🤨

(On a more serious note, it totally makes sense the in-game art would be untouched. That would be way too hard to mess with.)

Ack! Not Meganiu!

We find out our Mt. Bristle equivalent is Everlasting Bolt-hole. (Maybe this chapter should be “The One with the Large Hole.”) The first floor had the most incredible soundtrack btw.

The first Kecleon Shop! (This is yet another item I’ve never seen before?) The white text in the bottom right corner doesn’t show up as well as it did originally so: the gold box in the center is Lost Loot. Priced at 9999!

This is what I mean about the vast majority of items being sticky in a dungeon. This will kill me someday, I guarantee it.

Upon reaching Level 12, Andrea tried to learn Nightmare. Without any sleep inducing moves, it’s pretty much pointless. I declined the move.

Wacky floor arrangement aside, here’s an interesting item I didn’t even know had art for it: the raffle tickets from Spinda’s Cafe! (You may need to zoom in to see it.)

On reaching 8F...

Thaaaat’s right, another mandatory Monster House.

Alas, this time we weren’t so lucky.

I took the L. It only seemed fair.

So, for the first time ever, I returned to the Guild after failing a mission. And I discovered loads of new dialogue along the way.

(Do NOT make a NSFW joke out of this, I SWEAR TO GOD-)

I don’t know why the game makes the day turn over before you can try again. In-world, it just doesn’t make any sense. Gee, I guess I should be glad Sandshrew has the civility to put his petty scheme on hold and wait for us.

This was probably the worst of it:

A legendary talking down to me after I got ambushed by a Monster House.

Et tu, Pineco?

(I’ve nearly hit the image limit for desktop so find the rest of Chapter 3 here!)

[chickateeart]

"So you want to start blogging now...?"

I can hear my inner voice drawl.

Yes. Yes, I guess I do. Maybe?

I don't even remember the last time I wrote a blog post. I mean, sheesh - look at this place. Have you scrolled through it? I have. I've scrolled through it an awful lot the past few months. This space and other places I occupy (or used to, at least) on social media. As a result of having withdrawn completely from everyone online and offline, I've become increasingly critical of the person I chose to show online.. which began to extend to becoming critical of the person I was in real life.

"Is this person that I imagine myself to be or the person I imagine others want to see me be?"

Whoops - digging a little too deep now, so lemme hit the brakes and back it up a little. We will get there eventually (it's a theme I explore in my art and writing a lot, though you wouldn't know it), but how I perceive myself in public spaces isn't the point of this. What I wanted to say was that I've scrolled through this particular little piece of real estate I have here on tumblr and I realized that I never truly made this place my home. I never stopped long enough to slow down and make a nice welcoming space here - I would just drop my art or latest commission pricing and run.

How whack.

This is where I stretch my legs out and loosen up my grip on my carefully curated image, right? We get to talk shop here. I get to explain my art processes and my struggles and my successes and you can sit here and read

every.

single.

word.

and you'll be delighted.

Because why wouldn't you be, if you're here? Unless you're somebody new stumbling on this space, but let's be honest.. the only people here with me on my slice of tumblr are the bots, some rats, and possibly a friend or two if they're still around (hi! <3) - so basically everyone who is probably pretty well acquainted with me. You're likely quite delighted by little ol' me, if I know you as well as I think I do.

This is embarrassing...

Anyway... At this rate, I'm just rambling and getting my thoughts out on "paper". I keep a journal, but it's so much more "I do this for my mental health and I'll crumble if I don't do it" and while that's very important, I also need to nurture my deeply and horribly wounded creative spirit. I'm actually hoping using this tumblr and talking about my art will help give me a little accountability to my goals and make me feel more comfortable about sharing my art again at all.

The past couple of years have been difficult. I struggle to feel in touch with my art - the heart and message behind my creations and the voices that inspire my stories have all been strangled, held beneath muddy waters. Seriously! It's been a strangely desperate journey of rediscovering my voice and reclaiming even a sliver of my self-esteem - a journey that could certainly be told in a lovingly-crafted abstract animated film of some sort, if I were dedicated enough to do such a thing.. but even if I just type it out, one blog post at a time, maybe it's worth the embarrassment of vulnerability to share what's been rattling in this skull for so long.

That's it for tonight, but I hope I'll have a chance to catch you next week (or in a couple of weeks? Work has been utterly exhausting) when I share what I've been up to and vaguely what I'm planning. The loose plan right now is that, with any luck, a friend and I will be sharing a table at a local art fair in a few months. If that does happen, I wanna be ready with some pieces of work that I'm proud of, y'know? So, keep your eyes peeled. I'm looking forward to telling you all about it, okay? :)

♡Tee

P.S. I'm tagging these as "hey chickatee" because idk I think it's cute. Like you're saying "hello" to me by looking up the tag to catch the latest long-winded post by Yours Truly.

[goldeneyedkim]

A new fic (because I've got no notable self-restraint)

Okay, it's new-ish. Truth is, I was planning on writing it about this time last year for a Dabi-themed exchange and because I had my work life implode on my for hellish months, I ended up dropping every event I was in at the time. I mostly used exchanges as excuses to force myself to write fics I wanted to write anyway, so it wasn't a particularly big sacrifice on my side.

But then the DabiShou zine I'm going to be a guest in put up a DabiShou Kinktober list.

Now, to be clear, I work retail-adjacent and October is just a really bad output month for me because it's the run-up to holiday where everyone hits the damn panic button, and I usually come home exhausted. November is much less stressful and insane (on the whole). Chances are really good that unless I somehow get some crazy early motivation to work on a -Tober list so that I'm only posting instead of writing over October, I'm not going to do a lot of October new writing.

This one may be up for debate this month as I may be stress writing this time.

That said, the damn DabiShou Kintober List had "Secret Marriage" as today's prompt.

I am a certified sucker for arranged marriage/marriage of convenience-type plots

I have had this fic sitting in my drafts for over a year now (I've only got about 13k written, and I expect it to be close to 50k), but I've commissioned art for it, and dammit I want that fic to get finished.

Now I have an excuse to post it. It's not a good excuse, but it is an excuse.

Btw--if you want to see the art I commissioned for it? It's the banner on my twitter and bluesky accounts

So--let's make questionable decisions during a high-stress time period.

If You Have Been Brutally Broken (2041 words) by GoldenEyesObsession

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Todoroki Shouto Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Additional Tags: Marriage of Convenience, Brother/Brother Incest, Plot With Porn, idiots to lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Long-Haired Todoroki Shouto, Bottom Todoroki Shouto, Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

Of all the things Shouto shouldn't do, he's not sure which is worse—falling in love with his villain brother or marrying him. Overachiever that he is, he does both, and damn the consequences.

[princesscolumbia]

Almost forgot to post this!

So more writing has been done, and we're getting closer and closer to the next chapter of Fission being published. That means you get here on Tumblr, Chapter 1 (yesterday was the prologue, I was drunk, sue me), wherein our heroes meet each other...then promptly leave.

It's way more monumental than it sounds, promise!

Ranma was having one of his usual bad days. One of these days, he mused, I'll learn to keep my big mouth SHUT!

The mostly calm thought process he was now enjoying wasn't really due to any relaxing environment or position. Running pel-mel across rooftops while avoiding spatula shuriken, spiked gymnastics clubs, and the occasional Amazon arrow isn't exactly relaxing. The casual demeanor to his thought process was simply due to repetition; he'd done this same thing, or similar, far too many times to have to even worry about where to put his feet, let alone focus on the situation.

This gave him ample opportunity to examine how he came to have two of his fiancée’s and The Black Rose after him with rather deadly weaponry. Tensions had been rather strained at lunch, after all. Kodachi tended to do that all by herself, then add Ukyo, who was already a bit irritated at Akane's latest attempt at cooking (an okonomiyaki that was, naturally, a total wreck), then Shampoo dropped in. Add the fact that all four of them had brought food for Ranma to eat, throw in a pinch of jealousy, stir...

Tape! he thought, I'll just use tape over my mouth, keep a role in my pocket, like that gaijin guy on TV, wasisname, Muh-gai-vur!

Suggesting that they all just get a room wasn't the smartest thing he could have said. He, of course, meant that they should take their argument where the Average Civilian wouldn't be pestered by massively overpowered martial arts. The Fiancée Front had taken it to mean that he wanted them to treat them all in a “manly” fashion (as his mother would say) and the implication was that he wanted them all at the same time. He had, of course, not realized that this was the conclusion they had come to, so he wouldn't have known that suggesting that the “go do it without him” would have sparked the response it did.

That is to say, like a match being lit at the tip of a gas pump nozzle.

Usagi didn't often visit Nerima.

This was less due to the fact that she didn't really care one way or another whether she went there, and more a bit of rare (for her) common sense.

There were rumors that the Nerima ward had strange goings-on. Energy-vampire teachers, rooftop leaping superhumans, the occasional monster or demon. Most people would wave off these rumors and go anyway. Considering that Usagi was one of the active participants in the same types of rumors regarding Juuban ward, she paid damned close attention to said rumors and steered clear of the area by the simple expedient that if she didn't see it happening, she didn't have to get involved. Simple logic, but it kept her life simple.

Well, as simple as her life can get what with being Sailor Moon and all.

In fact, the only reason she was in the area at all was because Mamoru, or Mamo-chan as she liked to call him, had needed to pick up something from a college friend of his in the area. She had accompanied him in the hopes of sneaking an ice cream date in, something he was hinting at thinking of already, when he got a call on his cell phone from another college friend, this one a student at Nekomikoka U. They needed some help with getting some friends out of a tight spot. She had heard her boyfriend expressing disbelief and incredulity, spouting surprised phrases such as, “Billboard?” and, “Where did they get a JET engine from?” and the clincher, “She flashed WHAT at them!”

After being on the phone for more than five minutes, he sighed, “Usa-chan, can you hang out for a bit here? Some friends of mine need a ride, and there won't be enough room for you and I DEFINITELY don't want to...inflict some of these characters on you.”

Giving him a tight hug, she thoroughly confused Mamoru's friend Kai, who had been eavesdropping. “I saved the world several times now, I'll be OK 'till you get back.”

“I had to wait two lifetimes to be with you, it just seems like forever when we're apart.”

Kai didn't know whether to barf at the WAFFyness of it or call the psych unit.

In the end, Kai hadn't called the psych unit, and Usagi eventually decided to browse the small shops that lined a nearby street. The contents of the shops boggled her mind sometimes, and she wondered who in their right mind would enchant something so simple as a toy fishing rod, something any kid might want to buy, with a very powerful love spell not once but MASS PRODUCE said toy fishing rod and have them sold like cheap tourist trinkets. And they were genuine magic, too. Her Ginzuishou had reacted slightly when she approached them. She had considered calling the cops, but who would believe her?

The author would like to point out at this time that the Nerima division of the Tokyo PD had a VERY experienced Magic Control Unit and would have shut down the shop for inspections if she had simply left an anonymous post-it with the words, “There's magic at this store” and the address on the police station's front door. Usagi can be forgiven for not knowing this, as she is, as has been mentioned, somewhat inexperienced in the ways of Nerima.

She had just about reached the end of the street when her communicator bleeped at her.

Major fads in electronics was not something that Usagi paid a whole lot of attention to, especially given that her “night job” afforded her access to technology at least 500 years more advanced than the top-of-the line equipment used by the top universities in Japan, the United States, or anywhere else on Earth. (There was, of course, Washuu's lab, but as Washuu kept that in a subspace pocket who's door was on Earth, that didn't qualify) Pagers, then later cell phones had made it considerably easier to explain away the occasional chirps and dings that came out of the pocket she kept her Senshi communicator in, as a result, nobody looked at her fishy when she ducked in a walkway between two buildings that was, perhaps, nine feet wide to dig out her communicator.

She popped it open, “Moon here!”

“Moon! We have a priority one emergency!” said the tiny face of Sailor Mercury from the small round screen on the communicator, “Three youma are attacking civilians in a mall, no energy drain, just an attack!”

As Usagi grimaced she heard a tiny, “Venus Love-me Chain!” in the background followed by an explosion. Mercury flinched forward, shielding her eyes from falling debris.

“Where are you!” said Usagi urgently.

“It's the new mall about four blocks from school, do you know the one?”

Usagi nodded and said, “Yes!” just in case the nod didn't translate too well through the tiny screens.

“I've already called in the Outers, but we could use your final attacks!”

“I'll be there as soon as I can, but I'm a district away,” said Usagi, slipping into her rarely seen Princess persona, “Get the civilians out of there, take the youma out if you can, and keep the combat contained!”

“Understood, Mercury out!” the screen went black as the link was cut.

Looking around, Usagi decided that this was as good a place as any to transform if she went further back between the buildings.

Digging out her Ginzuishou, she clutched her purse close and said, “Moon Prism Power Make-up!” The sound of her voice completely covering the sound of a pipe being snapped by a spatula shuriken.

Ranma frowned as he realized what section of town they were in. It was a smaller shopping district, not nearly as big or flashy as the Ginza, but a place for a great many innocent bystanders to be. Where innocent bystanders were, Ranma knew from experience, there was often a good chance that said bystanders could get hurt. He risked a glance back to see if his “admirers” had cooled off any. That errant glance was enough for him to miss a pebble that had rolled into his path since the last time he had taken this particular route, causing him to reflexively buckle his knee to keep the weight off the rock.

This had two consequences, one of which he would discover in approximately twenty seconds, but the immediate consequence was that it forced him into a tumbling roll and he went right off the rooftop he was on. Given that he regularly executed drops and falls, even unplanned, from far greater heights than a three story building, it was no panic for him.

This was about the time he realized what the second consequence would be.

Usagi's body went slightly limp as her form raised into the air, her regular day wear dissolving in a burst of light as ribbons swirled around her. She felt a bit of water hit her as she slowly spun, but didn't worry about it as she had been in the midst of raging infernos during transformations and nothing untoward had happened. Ami had once theorized they could transformed in nearly any environment they could draw enough breath for the activation phrase, but nobody particularly wanted to test that theory.

Ranma, ever the expert martial artist, looked down and instantly processed the area where he would be landing.

He saw Ukyo's spatula shuriken embedded in a wall, no doubt only there because it had missed his head when he dropped due to the pebble.

He saw the water coming out of a pipe, noted that it was most likely cold water, and spraying out right where he would land. Aw, man! the thought registered briefly, Can't I just stay a guy for ONE full day?

He also saw what looked like a girl, floating, bathed in light and ribbons and not a whole lot else, exactly where he was going to hit the ground.

“HEY, LOOKOUT!” he shouted.

Usagi's eyes snapped open in the midst of her transformation to see a person headed through the air straight for her. Her eyes went wide...

When Ranma changed from a boy to a girl or vise versa, he rarely felt anything other than the water and the temperature thereof. In fact, he sometimes didn't even notice that if he was daydreaming or distracted.

This time, however, it felt like he had bit down on aluminum foil, hard, then stuck his finger in a light socket.

Usagi normally didn't really register what happened when she transformed. There was always the gentle caress of magic, the surge of power, and, of course, the slightly breezy feeling one gets when nearly naked.

This time something else happened. There was a sensation not unlike being completely doused in water that was then hit with an electric charge.

The outside observer (that would be you, gentle reader) would at this point expect something silly to happen like often does in these kinds of stories. Ranma-chan wearing Sailor Moon's outfit while Sailor Moon would be wearing Ranma's usual cloths, for example.

That is not what happened.

The outside observer, instead of aforementioned silly happening, saw the physically impossible as Ranma passed right through the transforming Usagi.

Both Ranma-chan and Sailor Moon collapsed to their knees, muscles unlocking slowly and the shock of the unusual change wearing off. Breathing heavily, they simultaneously turned around and said, “Are you alright?”

They blinked at each other. “Uh...” grunted Ranma, dispelling the brief thought that maybe some sort of weird magic mirror clone type thing was going on as Sailor Moon didn't mimic her.

They remained locked in that tableau for only a moment longer as the battle cries of Ranma's suitors echoed down into the alley from the rooftops above. They weren't quite there yet, but would be in seconds. Ranma-chan knew she had just seconds to hide and didn't want to use the Umi-sen-ken in front of a stranger. “Er, I gotta go...” she said.

Sailor Moon blinked, remembering that she had to be somewhere, like, now if she wanted to save lives. “Rrrright, me too!”

Had either of them been more learned in the ways of physics or magic, they might have known that what they just did was impossible and dangerous and they should be checked out by the authorities on either subject immediately. (That being Ami, a.k.a. Sailor Mercury, and Cologne, a.k.a. Really Old Goul)

Instead, they respectively leaped off in different directions, doing their best to hide their transit, one from pursuers, one from the general public.

Of course, given that either of them dealt with the impossible and dangerous on a regular basis, they might not have cared anyway.

[thelotharioengagement]

Day -1

I really need to get control of this thing.

I've been avoiding this part of my life for a few years now.

Women, sex, dating, lust... I have repressed it all and ignored it all and now I find myself fat and self-conscious and awkward.

Despite this, sometimes women still approach me. And as I'm making some mental room at the moment, I'm realising I very much want to be capable of getting them.

I want to have my slut era. I want to be confident and cheeky and sexual; the last of which I've never allowed myself to be.

I really need to unlock this piece because I notice how much of an effect it has on me. If any girl gives me attention I will immediately daydream about her. It shouldn't be like that. I shouldn't be that susceptible. It shouldn't intrude on my day. And it does because I've deprived myself of these things.

So I'm giving myself a two-month challenge. A lot of things will be happening in that time but I want to really commit to focusing on a few things I always ignore:

Get my place ready for women. Get my body ready for women. Get my mind ready for women.

I am certain if I wanted to I could pull some girls now, but I don't think I could show them a great time because I'm too in my head. I don't want to ruin it.

I need to get back to the body I'm generally comfortable in... That's about 5-10kg less fat than this one.

I really, really, really need to stop eating an excessive amount of crap. If I did that alone I'd drop pounds as I walk a bunch every day and I still exercise semi-regularly (even though it's been less due to a lot of logistics of late).

I'm thinking something harsh and severe like the warrior diet maybe. I need SOMETHING like that.

For food, I need to prioritise protein so that I'm not mindlessly binging in the afternoon. I'm wondering if high protein and fasting is the way here.

I also need to get my regime back on track. My gym membership expires in two weeks but I am buying gym equipment for my place anyway so this should be resolvable. I usually focus on strength but cardio and body weight might be a great thing to go hard on for the next few weeks. Running tends to injure me so I need to get a bike or rower setup. I need to use my kettlebells well.

As well as this physical work I need to do a few tasks for the inner game.

I want to start thinking about this stuff, so I want to read books like The Art of Seduction and something along the lines of The Ethical Slut. I probably want to read whatever pickup artists are reading, though I'm ashamed to admit it.

AND I want to work on some specific guitar songs for, basically, attention-seeking online (lol). I know if I post a reel of me playing the right song(s) it will explode my life and act as a good starting point for sliding into DMs. So the next two months needs to involve identifying and practicing those songs.

Finally, the place. I need it to be fixed up so I can bring babes there and not be embarrassed. I also need it to look good for my early videos (guit and face to camera pieces lol) to contribute to the idea that I have my shit together in a sexy way.

These are goals I've had for a while though and I just keep failing to execute. I use my dog and my work as excuses, and both do stress me. I can minimise stress by being dilligent at work and doing daily training with dog. I should also incorporate the dog training as a scaffold for my new habits as it's the easiest thing for me to do every day as I have no choice!

So, to kind of sum this shit up: I need to reform some bits of my life to put myself in a position where I feel comfortable and confident and I can capitalise on my charisma by being sexy as well as a cool person.

I've really been going through a shift in how I present and I think this is the obvious conclusion to that shift. I'm ready to embody my dream self, and to accept the love and desire of the hot women around me. Let's fucking go.

[sonic-spirit]

Unicorn Prince Sonic

One of the things that are really driving my snakebite piercing infatuation lately is the idea of using them in a ponyplay setting. Like. Come on. I am 1,000% sure that using someone's septum piercing in a sexy roleplay scene is just A Thing, because in my head that will always be WHAT IT IS FOR (cuz, yanno, a bull's nose ring is used for leading them, if you do such a thing to your bulls--not super common in most dairy operations I've been around, but I'm sure there's outliers, and I've seen enough photos to see that the practice is still very much alive).

Just. Hnnnnf! Yes, reins. To the lips. Directly. And like. I don't want no one with hard hands up in, I don't want to be yanked around. I've seen the kind of bits cPony likes (cPony's site is one of THE ponyplay resources, for the uninitiated), I know there's people that're into that, into the restrictive tack, hash bits, and severe bondage. ^_^;; But I'm more into ponyplay from a natural horsemanship direction of things. I desperately want to work out how to tie a rope halter for a human face (this requires me to sit down with some rope and practice my terrible knotwork), I like the soft rubber snaffle that's the safest option for human teeth anyway...and I just want someone to gently work me in the dance of really beautiful horsemanship. I've gotten to do it from the trainer's side, gotten to roundpen and long line horses, gotten to play with and train them, and build that bond, be that person that the horse knows and looks to for strength, built that out of lightness and strength...and I also want to feel it from the other side.

Like, if I'm gonna talk about what draws me to ponyplay, and pet play in general, I like the idea of being someone's beloved pet. I like the idea of being able to release, and just be, and act off my weird instincts and impulses, and not have to think about it so, so hard all the time, and track everything all the time. ^_^;; I want to be able to let my hyper-vigilance drop, and be weird, and have that be okay. Which like, I live with my lovely mates, things are a thousand, thousand times better, and despite the efforts of capitalism, we're mostly safe. But it's still a thing inside me, born of trauma and dysphoria, and this is the shape of release that draws me. ^_^ Which quite frankly isn't surprising in the slightest.

Anyway. So while a large proportion of the ponyplay art and stories I've run down focus more on the bondage and loss of autonomy, I'm more about the being an animal and being worked with side. And I also really like the idea of slight, currently possible or not actually possible but seemingly feasible bodymod stuff. Because of course I do. But even in the context of petplay. Like, a few stories I read on the Transformation Story Archive have stuck with me for years and years for like. You could do that. Like, in particular in My Life As a Dog, the scene where her new mistress takes her to be groomed, and she's given glue-on teeth and claws as well as whisker piercings in her cheeks and...yeah, fuck it's hot. I'm not as crazy about some of the more abusive aspects of stories like that, but yeah. There's some itches they scratch.

So yeah, I really like the idea of almost ceremonial reins coming off snakebite piercings, and being led and guided by gentle hands. Look, I'm a simple boy with simple desires!

Uncensored Version on My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unicorn-prince-72178053 Uncensored Version on My Website: http://www.sonicspirit.net/gallery/2022/unicorn_prince_sonic.php Uncensored Version on Inkbunny: https://inkbunny.net/s/2815666 Uncensored Version on Weasyl: https://www.weasyl.com/~sonicspirit/submissions/2163416/unicorn-prince-sonic

[texasthegreatdestroyer]

And I’m back, Mother fuckers! And I’ve got a blog update!

Now that I have a little more free time once again, I’ve got some news. So let’s get the main thing out of the way. I’m done with the Sims 4 anti paywall Community. They’re a bunch of team killing fucktards, and they’re gonna eat themselves alive, and uh, as a good song once said. “I have no fucks to give, my fucks have run a-dry!”. Worst case scenario, if shit hits the fan, and we end up back at square 1 with EA, where they aren’t enforcing their policies, and CC creators are illegally profiting off of their content, I’ll do what I did before I found the anti paywall evidence community. I’ll pay for tiers, nab the content, and leak it with burner accounts. Point is, I couldn’t give less of a shit about the morons in that particular community. Karma is a real fuckin bitch, and everyone’s gonna get what’s coming to them eventually. It’s just a matter of time. P.S. There’s also been a lot of discourse since a bunch of screenshots dropped by Mack, and everyone’s bitching about how she was being dumb for it, and irresponsible, and I have to laugh at those people. Since she’s not online anymore, I might as well spill the tea for ya. Yes. We’ve been talking off of tumblr. She blocked me on tumblr, something I personally told her to do, because it wasn’t worth her getting dragged into my shit, but eh. It happened anyways. What can you do? News flash my guys. People don’t have to shun others just to make you feel better about yourselves. If you think that way, then all I can really do is tell ya to fuck right off. Like seriously, sit the fuck down, Diet Mean Girls, Virgina George will always do it better than you, simply because she’s prettier and smarter. Regardless, yes, we had been talking behind the scenes. I knew she was going to drop the screenshots. She was in the middle of actively investigating that shit, got tired of everyone’s bullshit, dropped the screenshots, and left like a fuckin mad lad. So please do continue to bitch about how the dropping of the Harrie legal threat ring screenshots was done irresponsibly, because literally it’s a bunch of people losing their minds over shit they caused to happen in the first place, lol. It’s fucking comedy gold. You want things handled sensitively and responsibly, maybe don’t treat the person doing it like a punching bag. That in mind, I’m doing a content shift, and when I say content shift, I mean I’ll be going back to my roots. I’ll be returning to the writing and drawing aspect of my blog that it had been the majority of this account’s time on tumblr. It’ll range between regular and random art, fandom stuffs, as well as my own original works. Maybe even the occasional Sim, CC recolor, and house build as Sims 4 has become one of my primary creative outlets. I’ll also be looking through my followers, looking for iffy accounts, and removing them from my blog. Mostly because I know there are individuals who’d love to sit there and look over my account every second of the day like the fucking schizo lunatic they are (They will not be named, because I’m not drawing more attention to them than I need to, if you know, you know.), might as well clear out the weirdos that are either leaking them shit from my account, or allowing them to even look over my account, as well as ultimately burn some unneeded bridges. If I get asks about certain things in regards to anti paywall stuff, I’ll still respond so long as it’s to that and nothing else, but otherwise, I’m not going out of my way to be apart of community structurally built on selfishness that attracts fake ass bitches. (Yeah. I see some of you stupid hoes in the back who were originally holding the same stances as myself, only turning your back on them when they weren’t popular anymore. I suppose I’m not surprised in a community where the figure heads are a bunch of pick me girls.) I want to do my own shit again, speak on shit that interests me, and post my creations. If that ain’t your kind of content, then I’d unfollow. Otherwise, that’s it folks. Expect a change in content.

[jikookpancakes]

JIKOOK FIC RECS that no one asked for (2021)

but im giving anyway because THE TALENT IN THIS FANDOM IS INSANE

long post incoming!! this is probably just part 1 because i wont stop reading anytime soon so i’m inserting that link just in case i do make another one in the future

What’s a Soul Really Worth, Anyway? by thisneedsmorefilth - 130k words, fantasy, demon!jm, witch!jk, listen, this and the next one are my top 2 jikook fics of all time, so well-written, plot so exciting legit reads like a book, better than a lot of books tbh, the world-building is INSANE, jungkook and the gang accidentally summon demon!jimin and chaos ensue, especially for jungkook...and you know why!!!, so funny, angsty, cried so much, happy ending but listen to me: you gotta read the sequel too, YOU GOTTA.

Militat Omnis Amans: The Beginnings by edaen - 92k words, fantasy, werewolf!jk, vampire!jm, forbidden love, super slow burn but super worth it, JIKOOK IN THIS IS MY FAVORITE JIKOOK IN ANY FIC EVER EVER EVER, this is the ultimate all or nothing will freeze hell over for the other kind of love, and the way this is written is just so... how do i describe it. like you can just tell the author wanted to be very realistic with their feelings. you’ve seen the word count, this is SLOW burn. like you will legit feel their struggle to just be able to love each other and while it hurts, it’s also SO GLORIOUS. i love this one so much and if you like reading angst with happy ending but like cranked up to 200% then read this. bonus feels if you read the whole series

Until Dawn (series) by edaen - this is the long series where the previous one above is part of. highly rec if you love fantasy and you wanna read about bts being a rag tag group of supernatural beings fighting evil yay. also it makes the above fic more satisfying because you see more of jikook just being tgt and in love (with bonus angst because of course)

7 Signs by NamHyora - 27k words, secret spies au, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm who is always used as a raven in their operations aka they use jimin and his attractive self to attract people and gather information or acquire targets and all that spy stuff, and his bestie alpha jk is not too happy about it hehe, friends to lovers, iove this one so much i wish it was longer but i think the author is planning to write a sequel!

Drop Like Confetti by annie_vi - 110k words, ceo!jk, age difference, age swap, ahhh i love this fic so much cause jimin smart and mature and has this no bs attitude, and he can keep up with jk despite the age gap and the difference in status/experiences, jk sexy dilf in this one eheh, i love it cause the drama/angst tackles a very real concern for such couples, like there’s no angst just for the sake of having angst, it really makes sense where they’re both coming from, they’re so whipped for eo too so love that for me

Fold it Up Like Origami by annie_vi - 99k words, gamer!jk, model!jm, same author as above and jk is so boyfriend goals in this one and in all this author’s fics in general like wow my standards are so high now i will legit be single forever just reading jikook fics (with no regrets), secret relationship due to their celeb status, well-written as usual, dialogues/banter in this author’s fics are just YES

The Tournament by kinkmins - 34k words, prince!jm, bodyguard!jk, abo, i’ll paste part of the summary here “Prince Jimin gets ready to hold a tournament where 50 alphas compete for a chance to court him, his father the king hires a new bodyguard who is a little too blunt and a little too talkative.“, i really love this oneeeee

Screwed Up and Brilliant by annie_vi - 113k words, escort!jk, jimin needed a date for a work event and in comes jungkook, escort extraordinaire with a no sex rule and jimin is just dasdkjfhasl, a lot of that “is this real or is he just acting” kinda angst, fluff smut angst

Like Everything Glows by annie_vi - 180k words, merman!jm, aquatic vet!jk, ok this is like my 4th rec from this author just read all their fics you’re welcome, this is their first fantasy fic but soso good, i rec’d this to someone who doesn’t really read fics and she really loved it and said “their love is so pure hhh”, she’s right

Track one: I love you by honeydice - 30k words, they’re “just” best friends, lots of pining it hurts, there’s some yoonmin and mentioned past jinmin in this so just noting in case, angst, denial of feelings, siiiiigh

InYou by edaen - 4k words, pwp :), abo, the morning after jikook mating, more sexytimes ensue + fluff

Falling For You Again by Rose_gold715 - 30k words, amnesia au, jk forgets about jimin and idk just something about this hits right in the feels. btw i don’t support the jk hated jm before in real life agenda so i don’t like this fic for that reason but i like this fic because i love me some good painful angst with happy ending.

The President’s Son by AmeliaBedelia - 55k words, bodyguard!jk, president’s son!jm, jk is assigned to shadow jm bc his life is under threat, and things develop :), jm is jk’s gay awakening :) :)

A Touch of Sin by pettey - 102k words, fantasy au, police officer!jk, supernatural!jm, shamanism, LOOK AT THE RANGE OF JIKOOK WRITERS YALL, this is such an interesting concept, so different from every other fic i’ve read, really well-written, sometimes you come across fics and you cant help but go “someone out there rly blessing me with this art for free”

Tears to the Tide by haromame - 65k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, honestly there’s not a lot of abo elements it’s focused more on jungkook having ptsd as he just came from war, established relationship jikook, he comes back home to jimin and things have just... changed. except their love ok THEY LOVE EO SO MUCH this made me cry so f much ugh so good tho.

Zero Hour by edaen - 5k words, canon compliant, a little drabble based around rosebowl jikook, it’s part of a series/collection of canon compliant jikook so if you’re looking for more canon compliant here you go!!, also if you can’t tell already i tend to like several things from a single author, i haven’t read their other fics im legit saving for sad days but i am confident enough to say their other fics are also rec-worthy.

Wonder by wordcouture - 7k words, im sorry in advance, mcd :( pls take care of yourself, i don’t like sad endings ok i don’t, but this is so popular and i was like, ok let’s see what the hype is all about, i get it now, :((((((((((((((((((((, well-written tho, bc the author will manage to crush your heart in just 7k words ha ha

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS  - 158k words, abo, alpha!jk omega!jm, dystopian au, the hunger games more specifically mockingjay vibes, angst with happy ending but there’s some...things... lost along the way and i think that’s realistic for a dystopian war au, well-written

Blind Switch - 226k words, jockey!jk, rich spoiled brat!jm, jm gets exiled to his grandparents ranch where he meets jk yeehaw, im sorry for the yeehaw, anyway fluff smut angst enemies friends to lovers hurt/comfort slow burn happy ending, all the good stuff, ugh jk so boyfriend goals, also the amount of fluff in the later chapters thank u writer

Finally by Rose_gold715 - 12k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, angst with happy ending, jikook mate out of convenience and jimin runs away from jk and his pack feeling unloved and outcasted, but jungkook goes after him :((

Park Jimin’s Guide to Good Housekeeping by Ashlyn17 - 235k words, fantasy au, when i say jikook has the best fic writers i mean jikook has the best fic writers because THE WORLD-BUILDING in this one?, THE PLOT TWIST?, yesyesyes, jungkook is a powerful fae and jimin is assigned to be his housekeeper hehe, listen my entire fic rec has several that could be great netflix shows and this is definitely one of them

A Spell That Reminds Me of Your Name by Chimneycricket - 42k words, wizards!au, enemies to friends to lovers and the development felt natural, well-written plus the author sometimes makes art of their fics and other jikook fics and posts on twitter, both their fics and art are so good, i’ve heard good stuff about their other fics too :)

that’s it for now!

just a quick one about my preferences: idc about tops/bottoms, i read just about anything but i prefer fantasy and multi-chaptered fics, i love established relationship jikook so hmu with recs anytime, i don’t like reading anything with cheating and mcd, i love fics where jk and jm are just so friggin in love they are just IT for eo, and at the end of the day even if there are elements to the fics i wouldn’t normally read, as long as they’re well-written then i’m all for it