#based on that one text post i made today lol

[jayninjago]

[banquetwriter]

can u write a smut of an insecure plus sized goth reader x johnnie please? she's a virgin and after being together for a few months she asks him could they do it, and he eats her out n fucks her n stuff 🙏🙏 make it really soft pls and thank u i love ur work btw 🖤🖤

୨୧ Batty love ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ goth!fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ smut, losing virginity, getting eaten out, general shenanigans

summary: ʚ johnnie isn’t gonna let you being inexperienced stop him from devouring you ɞ

Words: 2234

An: i know this isn't the best but I'm legitimately do sick rn 😔

You haven't stopped looking at your phone for at least two days. Johnnie, your boyfriend, had just hard-launched your relationship for the first time on Instagram. And to your shock, 95% of the comments were so positive. Everyone complimented your goth appearance.

This much praise was addicting. Being plus size meant a lot of insecurities made by the pathetic losers of society. There were of course a few nice comments… those were the ones you kept staring at. Criticizing your looks or body.

Johnnie had warned you about this happening, and you promised him the world knowing about you two was worth it, and it was, but god did it hurt. Johnnie Was out streaming with Jake today so that left you alone for a good few hours.

It was useless trying to wait around crying over some loser online who couldn't handle the fact their celebrity crush didn't pick them. You sat up rubbing your face carefully not trying to hit your piercings at all. You scrolled around on your phone’s playlist before connecting to a speaker.

You started to shift through your closet to come up with an outfit. Maybe you and Johnnie could go out tonight? It was hard to get dressed in full goth normally, especially when you weren't feeling good about yourself.

You settled on a long black skirt with silver shiny bats that were sporadically speckled on it and paired it with an ‘i ❤️ emo boys’ t-shirt with a corset. You put your outfit on by pairing your black stockings and fishnet top for your arms.

You sat down at your desk singing along to your beloved playlist. You turned your light on your mirror searching for your hair clips. You managed to locate them by clipping your hair out of your face. Your music was briefly interrupted by a text notification.

You pick up your phone and it is from Johnnie, ‘should be done soon. Just filmed for Jake's, we're gonna do mine now. Probably just dick around Walmart or something. See you soon love 🖤’ you smiled at his text.

You responded back within seconds ‘Have fun filming (but not too much fun without me lol) 🖤🖤’

You sat your phone down, adjusting your shirt, and you started on your makeup. You put on primer, then foundation, the concealer, and to finish your base off you pack on some powder letting it sit on your face. You pulled out your phone and snapped a selfie of your half-done make-up.

You stuck your tongue off a little for the picture. You posted it on your main Instagram story with a goth song of course. Your Instagram gained quite a few followers from Johnnie’s post. It was exciting and also very scary.

You decided the powder baking on your face was about done so you brushed it off. You grabbed your contour brush and packed some onto it. You started to crave your face onto the white base using the black powder.

Now it was time for your eye makeup. It was the hardest part. You spent a good while meticulously adding your eyeliner and eyeshadow. Once you were done, sufficiently looking like a bat, you finished it off with black lipstick and some setting spray.

You put on accessories and teased your hair to high heaven. And you were all ready. You sprayed some perfume on and looked in the mirror. Fuck did you look good. You posed a little admiring yourself, you took your phone out again and decided to take a few pictures.

This time you posted them as posts and not a story so anyone could say anything. It scared you but you couldn't hide forever. You were dating Johnnie and no one could change that.

It took only a few minutes before the comments came rolling in. All of which were positive, it made your heart soar with all the compliments. You were smiling until you read one: ‘Johnnie eating good tonight’ . It was a nice comment and funny naturally.

There was just one issue. You and Johnnie haven't had sex yet, and furthermore, you have never had sex. Ever. Sure you used a few toys here and there but never has another person shared such an intimate moment with you. You had already worried yourself sick about this. Johnnie Was sexually active and therefore, inevitably he would want to have sex with you.

You were ready… you think at least. You wanted to, of course you did, have you seen your boyfriend? He was such a fucking hottie. You had plenty of dreams of ripping his clothes off and going under the covers. You were just nervous.

You did actually weigh a lot more than your boyfriend and no offense to him he wasn't exactly built to handle all you could offer. The nerves rattled through your body. But you were a full-grown woman and there wasn't anything wrong with taking your time to have sex.

If Johnnie didn't understand that (which you're sure he would) then this wasn't the relationship for you. You shook your thoughts of breaking up with Johnnie away. This wasn't a time to worry.

It was only a few more minutes before Johnnie came home. He stepped into your apartment, and he stopped when looking at you. His jaw faltered open. “Wow, how are you mine?” he asked, closing the door, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“From your strapping good looks and charm of course.” you purred, moving a strand of his hair from his face. You planted a small kiss on his now-exposed skin. “Yeah sure,” he murmured against your hair, planting a small kiss on the top of your head.

You smiled at him, your eyes holding each other. His eyes seem to almost darken looking at you. You pull him into a kiss, one he gladly returns. His hands are holding onto your corseted waist. Even through the thick fabric, you can feel him clutching your body.

Your kisses got more heated as he started to move his hands down your body. You had done this with him before. It didn't scare you much anymore. Of course it was nerve-racking, but not scary. His touch felt so nice even if it was through your clothes.

He slowly moaned into your mouth as you gently tugged his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered slowly pulling away from you. He wrapped his hands into your pulling you towards your couch. Your nerves jumped into your throat knowing what was coming.

And yes you wanted to so fucking bad, you needed your hot boyfriend inside you. He gently pushed you onto the couch, you fell back ruining your cute decorative pillows. He positions himself between your legs, his mouth hungry to devour all of you.

You wanted to enjoy him you really did but your heart was pounding out of your chest with nerves. “Johnnie-” you asked quietly against his lips. He pulled back sensing your worry. “We haven't done anything yet-” you started, unsure how to keep going you stayed silent.

“It's fine if you don't wanna, you know, tonight.” he spoke softly, “No trust me I want to. It's just that I've never done that before. I've never had sex before.” you confessed. You could see his eyes widen. You felt like you were holding his breath.

“Woah, really?” he asked, leaning towards you, a small cheeky smile plastered on his lips. “Yeah, not that I’m waiting for marriage or something but I don't know I just haven't yet,” you said shrugging. “That's ok, are you still down to or?” he asks, staring at you sheepishly.

“Of course I am, I just need you to be slow I guess,” you whispered to him. He glances at your lips for a minute, “I can do that.” he says before your lips crash onto one another.

His hand crept down to your ankle and slowly started to run his hand up your legs, he reached the end of your stocking. He hooked his fingers over the clothing and pulled them off your body repeating it for your other leg.

He looked into your eyes as he slipped hai hands back under your skirt, hooking delicate fingers over your panties and slowly pulling them off your body. The feeling of his hands on your thighs was sending waves of pleasure to your core.

You've been horny before but nothing compared to the feelings you felt as your boyfriend slowly lowered to his knees. Kissing up and down your legs. “Are you doing ok?” he asks between kisses up your thighs.

“Y-yeah I'm good,” you said quietly, eyes watching Johnnie like a hawk. He smirks against your skin. He slowly pushes your skirt up your body revealing your bare legs. He placed a tender kiss on the top of your cunt.

You swore you could see stars with the amount of pleasure That coursed through you. The end of your fingers and toes felt tingly and cold. Johnnie moved up to face again, he slowly started to kiss you again. “M’gonna move my hand now. Like my fingers ok?” he said against your lips.

“Ok,” you whispered back, and you spread your legs widely for him. He slowly dipped his finger into your sopping cunt. You let out a gasp at the sensation. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. It felt good but it wasn't enough for you.

As if Johnnie could read your mind, he pumped out of you once again. When he entered back in he had two fingers this time. It stung for a second or two then pleasure returned to your body as he started to curve his finger into you.

“Oh fuck.” you moaned out, you can guess how people get addicted to this feeling. You felt like a little pervy teenager with raging hormones. The feeling of Johnnie hitting your G-spot repeatedly was sending you over the edge.

“Johnnie.” you mewled out, to nothing in particular. “I need more please,” you begged, having a sense of missing something. “If you insist on it my love.” he pulled out of you, his fingers dripping wet. You watched as he crouched down further.

He kissed slowly on your thighs before reaching your clit. He pressed a soft kiss right on your spot. You felt yourself clench over nothing and it drove you wild. He continued kissing down until he reached your hole. He slowly prodded his tongue into you.

Very gently at first to help you get used to the feeling. You felt the pleasure tenfold as soon as he began to rub your clit, fully pumping his tongue in and out of you. “Oh fuck hold on,” you murmured to him.

He stopped cocking his head slightly. You quickly snap off your corset, immediately releasing tension in your gut. You quickly pulled your shirt off, your bra going with it.

You were now naked minus the skirt bunched up around your waist. “M’fuck.” he whispered looking at your tits. He had what looked like a painful erection at this point. His skinny jeans looked like they were gonna burst open.

“You ready?” you asked him, gesturing to his painfully hard erection. “Fuck yeah,” he whined undoing his studded belt, he started to further undress himself. You followed suit pushing your skirt down.

Once he was completely naked, he leaned down and started to kiss you again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped a few times attempting to get ready for your body. After about a minute he lined up his leaking cock to your entrance.

He slowly pushed into you. You let out a wanton gasp as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” he growled into your ear. He fumbled around trying to find your hand and brought it down to your clit. You started to rub to your pleasure.

At the same time, he started to push into you slowly at first then after a minute he began to push into you at a quicker pace. “Fuck your so tight. So glad I get this pussy all to myself,” he whined into your ear. You couldn't hold yourself anymore. The coil in your stomach was going to snap.

You felt The familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach and your limbs. “Im gonna fucking cum.” you whined out, grabbing at his torso and leaving a long scratch. Johnnie held your eye contact nodding at you.

The coil finally snapped, your walls clenching around him. “Johnnie-” you whined, your back arching. Your body shaking from your orgasm, sent him completely over the edge.

Hit ropes of cum splattered inside you as he fucked you through his own orgasm. Your breath slowly returned back to your body as you saw Johnnie cleaning your body up with a damp towel.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly, tossing the rag into the laundry basket. He misses but he just took his girlfriend's virginity so he isn't particularly worried about where it landed. “Yeah I'm fucking great right now actually,” you murmured.

He giggles pulling his clothes back on. You did the same, pulling out your phone to see your makeup completely fucked. Your eyeliner and mascara dripped down, the sweat sucking your makeup into your skin, your lipstick beyond fucked.

You pulled out your phone and snapped one last photo for your Instagram

[sakuraryomen01]

Sex Exercise /Jjk Characters x Reader/ Prt. 2

warnings: based on a comic called "Sexersize" . reader is a little chubby . sex gym . working out with Sukuna as the trainer . gojo x reader x sukuna (sorta) . risky relationship with sukuna . jealous sukuna and gojo . [reader is also sort of caught in the crossfire of their pettiness and kept in the dark ^^;;] . more or less a sexual crush . gojo's a little mean/of a tease . oral sex (reader receiving) and a blowjob (sukuna receiving) . face fucking . multiple rounds, and positions; reverse cowgirl, scissor style, and missionary . getou also is back to his normal trainer position ^^

reader: female reader; slightly chubby

plot: smut + story . reader goes to a sex gym, having no knowledge of the actually training regimen

words: 4.635k

a/n:: hello hello! ^^ tbh i wanted to take another pause on Valentino as Easter is coming up in a few days! And, I just couldn't get over how popular this drabble was so I decided to make it series of sorts! i hope you're looking forward to getting more of this stuff out lol >_>;; i'm going to also post something with Getou soon! ♡

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

It felt like the last month and a half was a fever dream, because you were wondering if Sukuna had decided to really give you special treatment.

He was usually texting you about newer and better sexual positions to test out for extra weight loss. And he also wanted you to come in more and more whenever you had the chance. Whatever this was, you really enjoyed the attention.

To be honest, you almost felt like an attention whore.

For whatever reason, you began to obey the man's commands. And, oh boy, did it pay off for you in the end.

Especially during every session you had paired with the pink haired trainer. It was like he didn't care that the rules in the policy existed, he treated them like helpful suggestions rather than rules when he was in the same room with you. Always daring to kneel behind you while you and your assigned partner for the day were fucking, grabbing some oil and lubing his hands before playing with your ever so soft tits.

"That's it," He'd coo, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before rolling your nipples in his rough fingers. "Make sure to keep your hips angled, sir. She likes it hitting deep inside."

Your partner would always blush a flustered pink before nodding and doing as instructed, grunting in pleasure whenever your pussy tightened around their cock.

"Good job, just don't cum yet."

Like any other day though, today wasn't like that. After Sukuna had gotten into the groove of playing with your pearly chest and precious clit, he wouldn't be prepared for the days to come. After all, fucking his client instead of being patient would have its consequences.

One day in particular might've set off the current chain of events.

"I've been called into a meeting?" Sukuna questioned, his phone raised to his ear after you finished your second session that week. "But, I didn't have anything planned afterwards. I was going to eat and head home."

"Well, you'll have to reschedule," Getou's cool tone echoed through the speaker. "It's not a request. The boss is upset with you after what you did a while ago."

Sukuna groaned, rolling his eyes and you and your partner dressed and departed. Although he seemed stressed and unhappy, you didn't want to meddle in his business, no matter how much it bothered you.

"I'll be there. When is it?"

"Right now, actually. He's waiting for you upstairs in the conference room."

With another curse under his breath, Sukuna cleaned off his fingers from before and headed to the showers. Quickly changing his clothes and washing himself, Sukuna made his way to the front of the gym and turned right. Going up the same stairs you went up your first day at the sex gym. While he didn't care what happened, Sukuna really wouldn't mind being fired.

With a perverted smirk, he huffed as his mind began to cloud once again with pictures of you.

If he got fired, he could fuck you whenever he wanted!

Trying to keep a cool head, and relaxed cock, Sukuna pushed open the door and came face to face with his boss immediately.

The white haired devil's eyes were a piercing shade of sky blue. Shining under his dark sunglasses and pretty white lashes. His head tilted, cheek resting against his palm, and his light grey button up slightly undone like he was some mob boss and not some shady gym owner.

"What is it, Satoru?" Sukuna grunted, closing the door quickly and crossing his arms.

"That's no way to talk to your boss," Gojo cooed in a mock whimper, as if to pretend to be hurt. "I wanted to talk to you. Please, take a seat."

Sukuna would rather not. He didn't know how many girls Gojo's fucked stupid in the room and he didn't want to find out.

After Sukuna was forced into the chair, Getou was soon summoned to join before Gojo started. "So, what's up?"

"That cute lil' client you banged," Gojo said rather bluntly, his charming smile never faltering as Sukuna's eyes glazed over. "When were you going to tell me that incident happened?"

Getou stood beside Gojo's chair, his hands in his pockets with his hoodie sleeves rolled up. There was a small smirk that made its way onto his features, eyes lazily looking between Sukuna and Gojo as the tension grew.

"Did you have your errand boy tell you?" Sukuna grumbled, arms folded and a vein bursting on his neck. He wasn't particularly happy that he was having this conversation.

"I'm wounded," Getou pouted, holding a hand to his chest. "I only watched from the sidelines."

"Whatever, that's not the point!"

There was a collective sigh from Sukuna and Getou, before Gojo butted in and continued his small rant.

"I'm going to do another workout with this Y/n girl and you're not going to get whiny about it, or, I'll make Suguru her new trainer."

That vein of Sukuna's neck was bulging with pure anger and pettiness. He didn't want to be switched with Getou, but watching Gojo fuck you would be just as torturous. Even if he did bang his client when he wasn't supposed to, he didn't want to go through a punishment because of Gojo's choices.

"..If you don't show up, I'll fuck her again," Sukuna threatened, standing and running a hand through his pink locks. "I don't want to leave her high and dry over your whorish nature."

"That's understandable," Gojo said, huffing with pouty lips, lifting his glasses up to rest on his head. His blue eyes practically glowed, shimmering as an amused glint shined. "Make sure I don't find out next time."

With a click, Sukuna left the conference room and headed down to the main lobby, seeing Shoko with her spiked coffee like always and a lazy glimmer in her dark eyes.

"Oh? Someone got your balls in a twist?" She asked, sitting up and removing her feet from atop her desk.

Sukuna grunted, picking up the session notes for next week. His maroon eyes scanned every column until they landed on yours, your cute little photo needed updating. You cheeks weren't nearly as chubby as they used to be.

Was that really a problem tho? Sukuna had wondered to himself, and this wasn't the first occasion.

Many a time did he wonder if your chubbiness was such a bother. Sure, wanting to look good and feel good about yourself was one thing, but Sukuna thought that you looked like an adorable plush pillow. One that he could squeeze in his firm grip and play with like a little ragdoll.

"Getting heart eyed, hm?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, Sukuna sent a glare Shoko's way even though all she had in store was curiosity. "Don't be so harsh. You'll chase off girls with such a 'fuck off' face."

"I don't care," Sukuna snapped, his nose crinkling in disgust. "All the girls that want me are whores running from their husbands anyways."

"So harsh," said the receptionist. Clicking her tongue and rolling the sparkling tongue piercing around her mouth before letting her tongue hang from between her glossy lips. "Don't be like that around that Y/n girl you're fawning over. She'll ask for a new trainer right away!"

Sukuna scoffed, looking at the partner's empty blank and writing in Gojo Satoru. Once he handed the clipboard back to Shoko, she raised her brow in confusion and looked at him.

"Again?" She asked, the corner of her lips turning up in a smirk. "Do you have a humiliation kink by any chance?"

With a grimace and a sigh, Sukuna walked out of the gym after grabbing his things from the trainers washroom. Whatever was going to happen that following week was probably fated to happen. And Sukuna didn't wish to witness it, but he didn't expect it to happen like the first time.

Gojo sometimes followed through on his threats.

Sukuna was walking down the street with a homemade strawberry smoothie in hand, his phone occupying the other. His earbuds in, blasting some (S)aints on Spotify until he arrived at the gym. Although nothing strange had happened to him just yet, he was expecting some kind of a weird greeting from his coworkers.

He quickly finished his drink and threw the cup, walking over to Shoko's desk to sign himself in. She wasn't present at the time, but it was almost 8 in the morning, and she didn't normally like showing up before 9.

Before opening time, Sukuna started to clean his workout room and placed a fresh mat and pillow for his clients. Checked his clipboard and the positions, the AC and if the air was running properly. The oil, the lube, and the condoms— he checked it all.

When nothing out of the ordinary really showed up, Sukuna walked out of the freshly glorified room and made his way to the showers. Stripping quickly in one of the private stalls and bringing along some body wash and a loofah from home.

He washed up rather quickly, not really wanting to run into Gojo again and get bombarded with teases and jealous remarks, and got out to dry off. Though all of Sukuna's wishes weren't able to come true, and his boss walked into the washroom right as Sukuna was dressing in a loose shirt and shorts.

"Ah, you're here early!" Gojo chirped, a smile plastered on his pale face. "Didn't expect you to be so excited to see me naked. Are you a pervert, Sukuna?"

"Of course not," Sukuna responded, grabbing a water bottle from his bag and walking by the male. "I've been dreading this day for a while."

"See you later, Sukuna~"

It was almost twenty minutes later when Sukuna heard a knock on his door, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Wondering who it was, it made him grumble with annoyance and jealousy. He didn't want to see what Gojo had planned for you, even though it was planned specifically for your workout schedule.

When he opened the door, a small sigh of relief was released at the sight a little you.

"Hey," You mumbled, a smile on your face and a blush tinting your cheeks. "I came a little earlier than normal since I have work later on tonight."

Sukuna nods and lets you in, only to make eye contact with your partner for today. Gojo's smile as shiny and smug as always, but there was also a shine in his eyes that made him look especially aroused. Gojo said hello to Sukuna again, before walking into the room and looking down at you.

"Hello," You waved your hand, already seated on the mat. "Are you my partner for today?"

"Mhm, I see Sukuna already informed you my name."

As you and Gojo exchanged pleasantries for a moment, he sat in front of you and glanced at the clipboard deciding whether or not to follow through with the planned positions or not. But, once Sukuna closed the door, there was an awkward silence.

Sukuna deeply regretted coming to work today.

"We're going to start with a massage," Sukuna instructed, kneeling beside you both and gesturing to the same golden vial of lotion that was provided each and every time. "If you're alright with it, please begin to—"

"I know the drill," Gojo interrupted, rolling his pretty doe eyes before landing them on you. Scanning your chest and waist like they were snacks, making you squirm in your spot and your cheeks flush pink.

"I'm just supposed to get this little lady's clothes off and play with her pretty nipples, right?"

Sukuna grimaced, putting the clipboard down and opening the lube bottle, making his way behind you and patting on your shoulder. Turning your attention to him, his maroon eyes sparkling as he lifted up your shirt. There was an annoyed groan from Gojo, watching as you got played with.

He didn't mind a show, but just watching and not getting to touch really got on his nerves. "Oi, I'm the partner- not you!"

Sukuna clicked his tongue, taking off your shirt and watching your tits bounce from their confines. A satisfied coo rumbling from your trainer's throat, seeing your pretty nipples again as if it was like his first time. And even then, his annoyance (and small hint of jealousy for Gojo) wouldn't make Sukuna hate them.

"Whoa," Gojo chuckled from his spot, although he wasn't in the same place. He had crawled closer and closer to you, eyes trained on your perky little breasts. "And I thought these looked good from the side lines."

With another click of the tongue, Sukuna uncapped the oil and lifted it above your chest. Tilting it until it began pouring the oil onto your skin, a shiver going down your spine at the familiar coolness that coated your body. You let out an almost satisfied sigh, closing your eyes as Sukuna's hands began to wander.

"Heh, there you go," Sukuna's calm whisper tickles your ear, his soft lips press against your neck, leaving small marks. "Is it too rough, miss? Doesn't hurt?"

You shook your head quickly, leaning into Sukuna's touch. Feeling his large hands on your chest again made you feel tingly down there, as if it was sparked by his hand. Whatever the reason, you watched his thumb rub against your nipples, fingertips pinching them and twisting them a few times.

Meanwhile, your soft moans and gasps had made Gojo's cock extremely hard. So hard, it was dripping and making a stain in his briefs, throbbing and pulsing underneath the fabric as if the sight alone was enough to make him hard.

"Hey, I'm getting blue balls here," He grumbled, trying to get some kind of attention. When your lidded eyes flickered up to him, a soft grunt left him. How could you be this cute?

"Shouldn't I be doing this?"

"..That's correct," Sukuna eventually answered, releasing his hold on your chest and snacking his hands down your hips, squeezing and pinching at the soft flesh like it was a plushie. "But I think she rather enjoys my hands than yours, sir."

A glare was shared between the two men, and a wave of jealousy and petty feelings entered the atmosphere. Making a shudder go down your spine, looking between the two men with a dumbfounded expression.

What was with the tension..??

"A-Anyways," You mumble, the duo's eyes light up— more or less —as they turned down to you. "Isn't it time for the man's massage?"

Gojo's smug smile definitely ticked off Sukuna again, a small squelch sound being made as he released his hold on your hips. "That's right."

Nodding, you picked up the oil bottle just as Gojo removed his shirt and laid down on his belly. You could tell just how excited he was with the light pink tinting his cheeks, his feet kicking a little as you climbed onto his back. Your bum rested just above his, right over his waist, and you coat your fingers in the sticky oil.

"Gentle around his nape," Sukuna suddenly said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. "He's a bit of a sensitive tyke, and his hips too."

"Oi, don't go flirting while I'm right here!" Gojo pouted.

You nod again, spiral eyed as you started the massage. Never in your adult years did you think you'd be sandwiched between two men and their bickering. Whatever the reason their fighting continued, you hoped it wouldn't get too bad.

Pressing your thumbs down on his nape— an obvious shiver being sent down Gojo's spine —you started to work out all the knots and kinks that you could feel. Rolling your wrists and pressing your palms into Gojo's shoulders, focusing on his muscles relaxing while your mind begins to wander. Feeling him flexing underneath you when you hit a tender spot, watching him tense up with a small grunt. It was so cute and hot at the same time how much of a baby face your partner had, and you wondered what he'd look like during sex.

Would he look like a total demon? Or like he was having his first time?

As your mind swirled with all the possibilities, and more, you had begun to get wet. Dampening your panties and letting it soak like it was a waterfall between your thighs. Eventually, Gojo noticed this growing warmth on his lower back, turning his head back slightly and angling his eyes to catch a glimpse of what he thought might be true.

"Getting wet, are you?" His cool tone making you jump, pretty eyes catching you in the act of daydreaming. "Do you like a good body as much as I do?"

"Uhm," You mumbled, unable to respond after being caught. "I-I suppose so, sir."

Gojo giggled at your response, pushing you off gently and rolling back onto his bum. Pulling you into his lap, his white lashes fluttered against your cheek while his boyish eyes sparkled.

"My name's Satoru Gojo, ya'know?" He teased, kissing your cheeks and holding your face in his massive hands. "Call me by name, it'll get way too kinky if you call me that!"

With a whimper, you were placed down onto the mat, the pillow that was placed ahead of time resting under your head with a small poof sound. Gojo towered over you, looking down at you like a large cat about to devour its prey. He licked his lips, hooking his fingers under your waistband and tugging down. Pulling your shorts and panties off in such a swift and quick motion you worried he torn them.

"Gotta get a taste of that juicy pussy," Gojo purred, his eyes practically glowing when they shot down to the moist area. Seeing your folds soaking in their own slick made his dick throb in their confindes.

"Looking mighty savory, aren't you?"

The vulgarity was making you shiver, watching in stunned silence as Gojo's hands pressed against your inner thighs and he quickly leaned his head down to sniff you. Hid body soon follows suit and resting on the mat, and his tongue catches you off guard when it flicks at your clit.

"Waah!!" You cry out, hands making their way to tug at Gojo's fluffy hair. "Th-That was too sudden, be careful!"

Gojo responds with a very muffled "I got this," and continues working your pussy with his mouth. It was almost a complete contrast from how Sukuna did it. It was sudden, and Gojo didn't leave anything to chance. Paying lots of attention to your hole while thumbing at your clit, practically grinding his nose under the hood and incidentally pinching it between the two.

He let out little sighs of satisfaction at your taste, letting the fluids into his mouth and pushing his tongue into your hole. Feeling you clench around him and forcing another jolt from his cock.

"God, you're making me so hard right now," Gojo taunted, swirling his tongue around and chuckling over how hard your cunt was sucking in his tongue. "So welcoming, I can't wait to feel how tight you are down here."

A few short moments and he had you cumming from his fingers and lips, your thighs shuddering under the force of your orgasm and an unexpected moan erupting from you. Gojo was a little surprised as well how fast he got you to cum, considering how much stamina you must've developed exercising here.

"Must be weak for someone good with his hands, eh?" Gojo smirked, feeling Sukuna's eyes burning holes in the side of his head. It was so worth it.

After his teasing resided, he looked over at Sukuna and asked what the first position was. With a grimace, Sukuna lifted the clipboard and read it off the top; "Reverse cowgirl."

The male cooed with delight, a smile on his face as he began peppering your neck with kisses and nibbles. You yelp when you're suddenly lifted into Gojo's lap and flipped around, pressing against a very firm bump in his lap. He pushed down his shorts and briefs as you look back to see just how big he was, and what you saw made you shudder.

It was massive.

"Oh my.." You mumble, trailing off as Gojo ripped open one of the condoms Sukuna provided. "Are you even sure it'll fit?"

Gojo nods as if to play with you, slipping the condom over his dripping and pink mushroomed tip. "Of course it will! I prepped you good for my cock, and you'll take it like a good girl."

Gojo's hand gripped his base firmly, tilting your ass up so he could get a good look at your pussy. Tracing his tip on the outline of your entrance, he pushed it into your opening and sighed once your tightness enveloped him.

It felt like heaven inside you.

You pulsed and squeezed in all of the right places as Gojo continued pushing himself inside you, putting it inside like a sword to its sheath. Once he felt his balls pressing against your swollen clit, grinding them against you, he laid down on the mat and held your hips in his hands.

"Go ahead and start the work out," Sukuna muttered from his spot by the tinted window, arms folded and staring down at where you and Gojo were now connected. "Make sure to be gentle, she's not some blow-up doll."

Gojo scoffs, sending a glare to his worker and receiving one in return.

Once you managed to catch your breath, you pressed your shins into the mat and lifted your hips. The friction of Gojo's shaft rubbing your insides as if he wasn't even wearing a condom, your nails digging into his thighs skin and creating indents. You whimpered at the feeling of Gojo's cock being so deep inside, feeling it rub all the bumps and spots that made your toes curl.

Soon, Gojo decided to take matters into his own hands.

Jutting his hips up and rocking you against him in a fast paced rhythm. Knocking his leaking tip against your womb, rubbing your clit against his swelling balls with every thump. It was hard to hold back your orgasm like this, the pressure you were getting was almost perfect.

"..Five.. Six.. Seven," Sukuna counted, watching your tits bounce and your back arch for someone that wasn't him. He didn't even want to pay any mind to Gojo, but it was him that was making you feel so good.

Making your face morph with pleasure and bounce so perfectly. You looked so cute and sexy, that it made Sukuna grunt with lust. He's ashamed he's so horny for his client, seeing you everyday get fucked by someone that wasn't him and imagine it was himself doing it. He had that one chance, and he took it, and now his cock was being punished in its confines, dripping and oozing for you.

"O-Okay, time to move to a different position," He announced, looking at his clipboard and hearing a pop! "Scissor style. Miss, please lay on your side and we'll continue."

You nod, panting and shaky, already almost spent. It was a surprise that you weren't used to this, it was like the first time you ever walked into the gym all over again. Laying down, you lazily lifted your leg, watching Gojo come up over you once again and putting it over his shoulder. Slipping his cock back inside you and groaning quietly, looking down and watching your hole constrict around him as he started moving his hips, holding onto your leg and kissing your calf.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Gojo said, rubbing up your thigh and pressing his hand against your hip. "I want to come so bad inside you, but there's this fucking condom."

Your whimpers and moans were like music to Sukuna's ears, watching you struggle to hold your orgasm back after being edged. Seeing how tight your tummy was clenching just to handle Gojo's sharp thrusts, his pubic bone slapped against your thigh. He let out a groan, pressing his brows together as his movements became sloppy and desperate.

He really wanted to cum.

"..Nine.. Ten!" Sukuna clapped, startling both you and Gojo at the same time with his presence. Seeing as he wasn't normally as handsy like any other day, but oh did he want to.

"You'll now be switching to missionary, the final position for today. Anyways, before we do that.."

Sukuna took a few steps towards you and sat down a little ways from your head as Gojo released you from your compromising position. Your confusion made him smirk, watching in amusement as your face changed from a look of confusion to embarrassment and pure cuteness.

"You'll be sucking me off, too," He finished, undoing himself from his pants and letting his hard cock slap against his stomach. The tip was oozing with pre-cum, dripping down the underside and ending up trailing along one of the veins that was throbbing.

"You could get written up for that," Gojo interjected, glaring at Sukuna's dick like he was hoping it'd just fall off. "Against policy, y'know?"

Sukuna shrugged, fisting himself for a moment while you were still stunned and not paying attention to the argument at all. Looking up at the enlarged head until it was tapping its pearled up tip to your puffy lips, pressing and rubbing for you to invite it inside. Your eyes sparkled while Sukuna and Gojo continued their banter before you opened your mouth and began to suck on the tip.

"Just don't be a dick and let it—" Cutting himself off with a moan and slapping a hand to his face, turning his attention back down to you whom was already making around the halfway mark and suckling gently on his cock.

You let out a small purr at the taste, seeing as you had been wondering its flavor for quite some time, and having it finally was making you feel better than before. A large hand patted your head, causing you to look up and see Sukuna's proud smirk plastered on his face.

"Like it?" He asked, playing with your hair and gesturing to Gojo to get into the next instructed position. "Keep sucking, just make sure that you don't choke."

You nod, resting on your back as your partner lifted your legs over his hips. The familiar stretch of Gojo's dick pushed back inside your cunny, dripping and squelching as he started to move and press his thumb against your clit. Rocking his hips hard against you to try and get your attention back onto him, watching your mouth take Sukuna deeper and deeper into your throat.

"That shouldn't be so sexy, dammit," Gojo huffed, working up a sweat as he pressed his hands on the mat next to your hips. "Fuck.. so tight and warm.."

With each of your holes being filled up, you moaned around Sukuna's. Feeling the pleasure touching every nerve ending and limb that was being consumed. It was as if you were being welcomed into a hug, even though the people currently embarrassing you had some form of hate for each other.

Sukuna grunted, holding your head in place while he started to move his hips. His cock tapping at the back of your throat and your drool pooling around its middle, an almost harsh pace being set to where you wanted to choke.

"Is it too much?" Sukuna teased, looking down at your flushed face.

Although you couldn't speak, you let out a small whimper, running your tongue on the side of his cock and watching his brow twitch. He let out a chuckle, a groan following it, and a sigh. Feeling your soft lips around him made him want to finish already, and he most likely will even though Gojo was there and would tease him about it for the days to come.

While Sukuna's dick knocked at the back of your throat Gojo's cock rubbed at your sweet spot deep inside. Grinding his pelvis into your clit, squeezing at your hips until you knew they'd have bruises tomorrow. His large palms made they're way up your body, tickling at your sides until his thumbs grazed at your nipples.

Rubbing around them and playing with them while he moved his hips against you gently, even though he should've been going at a faster pace.

"Squeezing me so tight," Gojo mumbled, thumbing your nipples and cupping your tits. His eyes glowed with want as his hips started to pick up their pace. "Gonna make me cum so fast, Y/n."

"M-Mgh!" You responded in return, feeling Gojo's fingers pinch and tug at your nipples. Bending his head down to suckle on them, licking around your swelling nub until it was a bright red.

"Such sexy lil' nipples too. Wahh, I get why Sukuna was so protective of oyu now!"

The man in question grunted, his face flushed and rocking his hips into your mouth more. Panting and playing with your hair while his cock continued to drool and drip more into your mouth. Soon Sukuna's aching member gave a final throb and shot his load down your throat.

A warm and bitter taste on your tongue, you swallowed. Some of the excess dribbling down the corner of your lips and landing on the tatami mat, Sukuna's cock pulling from the heat of your mouth with a pop!

"Thanks, darling," Sukuna teased, watching your fucked out expression get worse. "You've got a great mouth on you."

Letting out a little whimper, Sukuna pinched your chin between his fingers, leaning his head down and pressing a small kiss to your bottom lip. It sends a shudder down your spine and made your toes curl.

His lips were so soft and warm even if it was for a brief moment. Once he pulled away, you noticed Sukuna's other hand trailing down between your breasts and down your stomach. Drawing an invisible line while Gojo's eyes followed, watching as it went further and further to meet your clit.

You gasp at the contact, feeling Sukuna circle his fingers in slow and gentle circles, Gojo's dick throbbing and pulsing between your folds adding additional pleasure. Sukuna started peppering kisses on your temple while his eyes continued to bore down at your little nub. Telling Gojo to go faster and make you arch your back, to which he did even though he had a grimace on his face.

"I'm gonna cum soon, shit," You whimper, reaching down and wrapping a hand around Gojo's wrist. Digging your nails into his skin as another orgasm began to wash over you.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!! Gojo!"

All he needed was your voice to cum, to fill up your insides while your pussy clenched. The soft moans leaving Gojo makes you blush, seeing him pressing his brows together and closing his eyes. A slight sweat collecting on his hairline and making his bangs stick to his forehead.

"Mgh! Take it, c'mon," Gojo grunted under his breath as if he wasn't talking to you specifically, pumping his cock and riding through your climaxes together.

Once his hips settled and your breaths calmed, Sukuna sat up and licked at his fingers. Tasting your slick on his digits while Gojo pulled from your now puffy and cumming pussy. The pair may not like each other, not in the slightest, but they both mentally agreed you were absolutely ravishing when you came.

"Good session everyone," Sukuna said after a few moments with his shorts and underwear pulled up. "Though I didn't like your partner for today, he was... alright."

"Alright?" Gojo scoffed, scrunching up his nose and panting. "I did amazing. That's the word you're looking for, mister."

While you patted yourself down with a towel Sukuna provided you with, your brain was still in a blur from your high. Looking from both of them, you hummed and sat up as best you could.

"Both of you made me feel good," You finally mumble as the duo turn their attention to you once again. "So thank you to both of you. I'll be looking forward to next time, maybe."

Maybe?

Now that you had dropped the pounds you felt were needed to be lost, you had been considering whether staying with the gym would be the best for you. And you could tell that on the two male's faces that they had gotten the gist of it, seeing a pout look on both of their faces.

"At least one more session wouldn't hurt, right?" an unfamiliar voice said from the door, causing a sudden shock of embarrassment wash over all three of you.

At the door stood Getou Suguru, one of the other trainers at the gym that was here to run you down about its policy in the first place. His black hair was tied up in a small bun, in a plain grey T and some gym pants.

"Your one month membership is going to expire anyways," He said matter of faculty, his lidded eyes scanning over your shaky figure. "It'll be like a fare well parting gift, I suppose."

You hum, trying to hide most of your body while Gojo continued to be stark naked in front of you. Getou shrugged his shoulders, stepping further into the room so he could close the door and tapped his side.

"It's not my choice though, so I can't comment."

You eventually dress, saying goodbye to your partner, Sukuna, and Getou before making your way to the showers to head home for the evening. While you didn't want to stay any longer, and you needed to at least get your friends off your back about the place, Getou's point did make sense.

It'd be a waste to just let your membership go to waste over one day.

After gathering your things, you walked over to the sign-out sheet and wrote your name. Placing one last session for you, and just waiting to see what was going to happen. Shoko had gotten to work a little after 9, but she was a tired little mess.

Her sleepy eyes glossy as they looked up at you from over the rim of her cup of coffee. "One more session, love?"

"Mhm," You respond, handing her the sheet and waving. "I'll be seeing you guys one last time, then it's back to my normal schedule!"

You walked out the glass paned doors and down the sidewalk towards your home. Inside, you knew you'd miss the place, but it was just convenient for your weight loss at the time.

"Man, it shouldn't be this hard to say goodbye," You chuckle to yourself, a smile on your face as you continued to walk home.

Waiting patiently for your last day at the sex gym you had grown to adore.

a/n:: ty for enjoying and taking the time to read this! i didn't know where i was going with this, and honestly was hoping to post this sooner than now! Looking forward to writing the next part soon!! ^^ a/n::

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Azriel x Elain Bonus Chapter vs. Nesta x Cassian Bonus Chapter

Hello friends! What a lovely day for another text based side by side comparison. Today we are focusing on the parallels between Nesta and Cassian in their bonus chapter and Azriel and Elain in Az's bonus chapter.

The Nesta and Cassian bonus chapter has been published by Bloomsbury and easily found with a quick google search! It is called Wings and Embers.

This is in response to a comment I received on my TikTok video where I shared the same slides as my previous post comparing Mor and Az to Elain and Az, which is that Azriel only lusts after Elain. I could write a dissertation on the depth and slow development of their friendship and deep connection (Azriel staying up until three am listening to her plans for the garden, Azriel body checking Feyre out of the way so he could be the first to wish Elain a Happy Solstice, Azriel helping her with those cute potatoes and setting the table for dinner, his shadows preparing to strike when Elain's character is insulted and called boring [lol it's almost as if Sarah hears the negative things readers say about a character she loves] and so on.) but the easiest way to tackle the *lust* issue is to take a peek at the bonus chapters side by side.

Wings and Embers:

That is a h*rny man. Violently h*rny.

Nesta, in response to her own h*rniness, literally thinks Cassian has used faerie magic on her to make her feel things. Teehee. Cassian is also worried over how insane he is acting, how making a move on Nesta could disrupt the delicate balance of the inner circle.

There are reasons to not move forward with this mutual pull they feel to literally rip each other's clothes off in that exact moment, and it ends without them giving in to the desire to kiss.

Now let's compare to Azriel and Elain:

Breath catching, hands shaking, secret gifts exchanged in the dead of night.

They are going farther than they have ever gone after more than a year of brushing fingers and exchanging looks.

He is having some steamy thoughts, and her arousal drifts up to him. It is 100% mutual!

Both bat boys are described in their respective bonus chapters as thinking it was wrong or stupid to be making a move on one of the Archeron sisters, and not caring:

And both are described as being willing to beg on their knees:

I think what we are seeing here is an indication of the theme and tone for the upcoming romance. Cassian and Nesta are fiery fighters, with a million reasons why they should avoid their feelings. Azriel and Elain are full of quiet dreaming and angst and pining, with a million obstacles in their way.

But every character, in their own way, is struggling to control their desire.

Ultimately, bonus chapters are just that: bonuses. You don't have to read Cassian and Nesta's bonus to get an understanding of the relationship between them and the tone of their romance, nor is a bonus needed to understand the dynamic between Azriel and Elain.

I love Gwyn and am not discounting her presence in the bonus, of course I think most of us on the Elriel side simply perceive it is an additional show of her hidden powers. I am NOT team evil Gwyn, but we have already seen Koschei use Eris to lure Cassian and Azriel near to the crown to gain control over them. If Gwyn does have hidden lightsinger powers and she were to be put under the control of the Crown, she is a perfect character for Koschei to get his hands on as well to be used for luring purposes. This is reflected outside of the bonus chapters as well, with Nesta's powers having a reaction to Gwyn. It is not only seen in the BC, it's an *extra* moment. Gwyn is going to play a role in something, I have no doubt!

Gwyn also was in proximity to a piece of the cauldron for many years of her life, and only characters who are made or bearing made objects (Nesta and Azriel) are having these reactions to her. I think that will prove relevant.

I hope you all enjoy, and happy waiting patiently (or impatiently) for the book announcement!

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Summary: You spar with Miguel 

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara x spider fem! Reader, fem reader is a Spider-Woman

Words: 2.5K

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Warnings: none, some sexual tension, banter, reader loves to annoy Miguel, no use of y/n

A/N: I have no clue if I should post this after months of not writing lol (so if it does hi tumblr it has been a while 😅). And as always thank you to my wife @songofpatrochilless for beta reading!

A/N pt.2: try and find the vampire by olivia rodrigo reference 🤭

𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰'𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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An alert from your watch makes you stop typing the report you were writing for Tony. You look at it confused since you don’t typically get a message or an alert on your days off. You tap on the watch, and Lyla appears on your desk. 

“Hey, Lyla!” You greet her cheerfully, “What does Miguel need from me?” 

“He needs you at HQ, Miguel said something about training?” Lyla tells you. 

“You don’t sound too sure about why he’s calling me either.” 

Lyla just shrugs at you and says to hurry up. You roll your eyes at her and tell her you’ll be at HQ. She disappears with a little salute and pulling out your phone, you text the team that you’ll be out for a couple of hours. 

You tap on the spider pendant hanging from your necklace twice. Your spider suit (sans mask) forms around your body. You tap on the watch and configure it to go to Earth-928B. The hexagonal portal opens, and you begin to walk through it, getting pulled through. Being welcomed by the sight of the infinite universes never ceases to amaze you. After a minute, the portal opens and you end up in the elevator in HQ. As you leave the elevator and head to Miguel’s office, the various variants of Peter Parker and other spider people greet you as you pass them. 

You can hear your footsteps echo through the empty halls as you near Miguel’s (cave) office.

“So, is there a multiversal villain that isn't in their universe, and that's why you called me on my day off, or did you miss me?” You call out to Miguel as you enter his office with your hands on your hips and a smug smile as his desk floats down slowly. 

"You know you should fix that to make it go down faster." You quip. 

His desk finally reaches the floor, and Miguel is unamused. 

“Neither.” He responds, deciding to ignore the comment that you made about his desk. Your eyes widen slightly in disbelief as you observe Miguel's choice of clothing. 

“Ermm…so where’s the suit? I wasn’t aware that we had casual Fridays at HQ now, and I didn’t take you to be someone to wear their symbol on their casual wear.” You stifle a laugh as your hand gestures to the loose-fitting grey joggers and tight black compression tank top with his emblem stitched in the front that he is wearing instead of his usual red and blue spider suit. 

There’s a hint of a smirk as he sees your eyes trail over his form.

“We don’t.” He responds to my question, “But we’re training today.” He goes to leave the room. You quickly follow him after him as you trail behind him slightly. 

“Wait, slow your roll, Dracula! What do you mean by training?” 

Miguel scoffed at the nickname, “I haven’t been able to see what you are capable of, so you and I are going to spar.” He explains as he walks toward the training room. 

“I thought you recruited people based on their experience?” 

“I landed in your universe on a whim-“ 

“You mean you got sucker punched into my universe trying to get back to this one and passed out.” You interrupt Miguel. 

He sighed heavily, “I landed in your universe and wasn’t planning to recruit you until I figured out what you could do. What the others don’t do.” 

His comment rendered you speechless, not liking how he tried to bring up your past. You guys spent the rest of the walk in silence. You felt you were nearing your destination. You were right as he stopped before a door and opened it, and Miguel gestured for you to enter first. 

“Well, would you look at that? Miguel O’Hara has manners.” you tease as you enter the mysterious room. 

“Hardy har har, I've never heard that one before.” He says dryly. 

As you walk in, the room is pitch black, and all you can hear is Miguel’s footsteps. You hear a click and the hum of electricity before the bright lights flicker on.

The sudden brightness throws you off slightly. You have to blink a couple of times to clear your vision. The first thing you notice is that the room is massive. Foam mats line the floor, leading you to believe those are for sparring. Where there aren’t foam mats, linoleum pathways lead you to different parts of the room.

As your eyes move to the left side of the room, there is a window that looks into what seems to be a dance studio? You can see the barre used for ballet, and you suspect that the “window” is a two-way mirror. You raise an eyebrow at the dance studio, wondering why there was one in the first place, but you continue to scan the room.

The ceiling is incredibly high, with metal bars protruding from the walls leading up to the high ceiling, and from the ceiling itself. Then, your eyes landed on the center of the room. There was a boxing ring, and Miguel was standing in the middle.

“I thought there was already a training facility that the others use?”You question Miguel as you begin to walk up to the ring.  

“This is an old one before I had the other built. It’s a bit outdated for the others. So, no one uses it anymore. But I’m using it to see what you can do. Do you have clothes underneath your suit?” 

“No, I go commando all the time.” You snark at him. 

Miguel sends you a look, his red eyes flashing slightly at you. 

“Yes, I have my plain clothes underneath.” You answer with a slight sigh.

He gestured to the right side of the room, where a door labeled locker rooms was.

“There should be some spare clothes in one of those lockers. Get changed, and meet me back here.” He ordered.

You nod and walk into the locker rooms. Inside, the room was split into two, with a door leading to a men's and women's side. You walked into the woman’s side, and it looked like a generic locker room. Lockers lined the walls furthest from the door you entered from, changing stalls to the left and sinks and bathroom stalls to the right. The lockers had no locks, so you pulled a random one open. There was a black sports bra and some black leggings. You close the locker door with the clothes in hand and head to the changing stalls.

Once you had gotten changed, your feet quietly led you out of the locker room, and you lifted your eyes from the ground to see Miguel raising his arms above his head, making his shirt rise slightly, giving you a good look at his prominent v-line and how low his pants are sitting at his hips. You feel yourself flush at the sight of Miguel’s tan skin. You clear your throat to alert Miguel. As you climbed into the ring, you could feel his eyes on you. 

“So, are you ready to go down Nosferatu?” You ask him with a teasing grin on my face. 

He rolls his eyes at me and puts his hands on his hips, “Some ground rules before we start. No webs, no face shots, and tap out if you get pinned. And stop calling me that.” He explains as he points his finger at me.

“Got it, and I’m not going to.” There’s a grin on your face. “But one thing before we start.” 

“What is it?” He says, getting a little impatient. 

“Are you sure you want to spar with me specifically?” 

“Why? Are you afraid that you’ll lose? I don’t see a problem with that.” Miguel says while shrugging with a half smile on his face. 

You grin wide at his cockiness, “Great, you’re feeling confident. No, I’m not afraid. I just wanted to ask if you thought this through.” 

“And why is that? Humor me.” Amusement coated his tone.

“You’re asking the person groomed to be an assassin since they were 9 to see what they can do. I have to say it’s not one of your brightest ideas, Mig.” As soon as you finished your sentence, you went to swipe his feet from underneath him, but at the last second, he managed to dodge your attack. 

“I guess we’re starting now.” He mutters under his breath as he gets into a defensive position, but your advanced hearing makes it easy for you to hear his words. 

The both of you begin to circle each other. The both of you are in defensive positions and waiting for the other to strike.

“Bring it, Miggy.” You flash him a smirk, your tone teasing as you make the hand gesture to come at you. He lunges at you. 

As the both of you spar in the boxing ring, neither can keep the other pinned. You can feel the sweat coat your body, your chest heaves from exertion, but you can’t wipe away the smile on your face. It had been a while since you’d been able to spar with someone that matched your skill level. 

You guys reached a standstill. You and Miguel start to circle one another once again. You decide that you have to finish this. You run full speed at Miguel, surprising him. Miguel was unprepared for the sudden attack. You jump and wrap your legs around his head and neck. Using momentum, you twist your body to bring him to the ground. He fell on his back hard on the mat as you landed on your feet. You take this as a chance to pin him down. You straddle his waist and pin his wrists down onto the floor. 

You lean over him, your face hovering over his. You can tell that Miguel was not anticipating your sudden move. The wind got knocked out of him. His breaths were harsh and shallow. You smile smugly at Miguel once he opens his eyes. 

“Do you yield?” You tease him as you lean further down into Miguel, feeling his harsh breath hitting your skin. You can see him swallow hard and try to get out of your grip, but you fight against his attempts to get out of your grasp. 

“Are you trying to get me off of you?” You coo at him, laughing slightly at his attempts. His face twists into a snarl at your teasing. He bares his fangs at you as he tries to get you off. 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that Miggy.” You taunt him as you tighten your grip around his thick wrists and squeeze your thighs around his waist. He suddenly stops wriggling around, and a smirk appears on his face. He leans closer to your face, your noses brushing against one another. The smile slips off your face as you stare into Miguel’s ruby-red eyes. 

“You know, you shouldn’t let proximity distract you, Hermosa,” Miguel says in a sultry whisper, his words fanning over your lips, and you can feel yourself swallow hard at his words. 

“It’s not.” You croak out, feeling your chest tighten. Miguel brushes his lips over yours. You were not expecting that, and your grip on his wrist falters. Suddenly, you feel the world turn upside down. 

You groan as you land flat on your back from Miguel flipping you over him. As you try to scramble to get up, Miguel straddles your legs and pins your wrists to the mat with one of his hands, reversing the position that you had previously. 

You look up at Miguel hovering over you with the smugest smirk you’ve ever seen on his face. You try to figure out how to get out from underneath him, but he has your legs pinned. You wriggle around and try to thrust your hips up to throw Miguel off you. Your attempts are futile since he’s so much bigger than you. Miguel chuckles lowly at your poor attempts to get him off of you.

“Don’t let the enemy distract you.” He whispers in your ear and chuckles as he moves back and gets off of you. You curse under your breath and stay lying on the mat.

You hear Miguel pad off to a corner of the ring to grab a towel to wipe his sweat off and drink his water. You close your eyes. You take a minute to catch your breath and compose yourself, feeling flustered by Miguel’s actions.

After a few minutes of laying there, you can hear Miguel walk toward you and toss a towel, landing on your stomach. 

“Get up.” He nudges your side with his foot.

You groan while opening your eyes, squinting a bit as your eyes adjust quickly to the bright lights of the unused gym. You took the towel off your stomach and sat up.  You wiped the sweat off of your face and neck. After wiping the sweat off, you wrapped the towel around your neck. You could see Miguel’s hand appear in front of your face. You take it, and he pulls you up from the floor.

“So, how did I do?” You ask him. 

“You’re better than I expected.” 

“Wow, did you expect a fully trained assassin not to be capable?” You scoff jokingly at his words. 

“I mean, you’re better than everyone else that I’ve recruited so far.” 

“That I am.” You smile. You guys leave the old training area and head back to his office. 

“So that’s all you wanted me here for?” 

He nodded at you. “Today is a slow day for anomalies. So I decided it was time to test you.” 

As soon as he uttered those words, multiple alerts went off on his watch. It was as if the universe heard his words. Lyla appeared and alerted Miguel that there was a Rhino anomaly in Earth-5573. He groans slightly in frustration and looks at you. “I know it's your day off, but could you help?”

"Yeah, I was bored doing some paperwork anyway." You shrug.

"Okay, head to that earth, and I’ll send Jess with you.” 

You hum in confirmation. You press your spider pendant. In a second, your suit forms around your body. You look down at your watch and open a portal to Earth-5573. Miguel grasped your wrist before you left, making you look back at him.

Miguel had an unreadable look in his eyes. You look down at his hand and back at him. He seems to snap out of whatever daze he is in and clears his throat while fixing his posture. 

“Don’t be reckless out there.” He says sternly, but you can hear the warmth in his words. 

You smirk at him, “Will do, boss.” You salute him playfully at him. “Oh, Miguel!” You call out to him.“Don’t let anyone hear that, or they’ll think you have a heart.” You tease him before walking through the portal, and the last thing you see is Miguel scowling. A giggle escapes my mouth before the portal closes, and you head to Earth-5573.

[charcubed]

Look, I personally lose nothing if Lokius doesn’t become explicit canon. And if that were to become the case, I’d also have no regrets for saying for years that that would happen in the show by the end ¯_(ツ)_/¯

I’ve said it before, but by now it would be Disney/Marvel’s loss, NOT mine. Whoever wasted or limited the potential would be the idiot, not me.

I’m simply never gonna feel crazy for noticing what’s happening in a story or silly for daring to hope it’ll be brought to fully satisfying narrative completion. That's just a me thing. Maybe this is because at heart I’m stubborn! But I’d like to think I’m not unreasonable. I can’t control whether writing stays consistent or censorship is overcome... But I just do my best to construct solid arguments, and as long as those arguments remain solid, I stand by them :)

I know not everyone would say the same, or they consider this to be "hope" or "optimism," but I see it as logic based in noticing what the text of a show/story is doing. And personally I also consider blatantly evident subtext to be "canon enough," so if we get my personal minimum, my happiness may still outweigh any potential disappointment for me.

However. Here's what I've come here to say today, in reaction to things I've seen floating around in the fandom:

While I do understand on some level why people worry that Lokius won’t be more explicitly canonically romantic because it could be censored by Disney.... At this point, I don’t understand how people can think Loki/Sylvie will still happen.

As of right now, there’s no way to argue for that in my opinion. (I'd like to see someone try.)

The show has set up a fun but very simple situation from basically the start:

They made romantic love a point of relevance in the show’s story. More specifically, they pointed out Loki's desire for a "real" romantic love, and had him learn the lesson that he doesn't deserve to be alone. They didn't HAVE to do all of those things and tie them together. They CHOSE to make romantic love relevant – and they have actively continued to choose to do that, to the point of including a mirrored dark love triangle in s2 ep3. That narrative thread simply has to be fulfilled.

So if they deliberately established that Loki wants and needs a “real” love, and his relationship with Sylvie was referred to as "fiction" so she cannot be a real love for him.... Who does it have to be?

Obviously it has to be Mobius. And of course, the whole show points to Lokius also, for countless more reasons than just this simple breakdown. But pointing this element out is the simplest argument one can make.

So either...

1. They take Lokius to full narrative completion with explicit canon, as they should and as I expect them to,

or

2. Loki's desire for a real love is left unfulfilled, open-ended, and/or made clear through subtext that it's Mobius.

Those are the options, if you ask me!

This is aside from how Lokius’ love story is now even at the core of the show’s themes and plot, which is an insanely strong vote in favor for their future canonicity.

But for the purposes of this post, I’m talking about whether we'll get explicit romance specifically, like a love confession or a kiss – and I do actually genuinely think we'll get both of those things. I'm not trying to force you to agree with me, but just to be clear, that's where I'm at with it and have been since 2021 lol.

So in regards to worrying about Loki/Sylvie...

They were never really a romance (yes, even in season 1) and they sure as hell aren't now. I can’t imagine they'll become one even IF Lokius is left subtextual.

So what actually remains to be seen is if the writers got to go all the way with Lokius, or if that central queer love story was censored on some level in the end.

My hot take is no one should be ~worrying~ about Sylki at this stage of the game. Free yourselves, people.

If the story starts abruptly going in a Sylki direction, even with only 3 episodes left, I will certainly be the first to say so lol. But I simply sincerely, truly doubt that'll happen.

(Hot take in the footer: this is not the post to get into this at length, but in case this comes up… In this house we do not use the word "queerbaiting." It is a useless, nearly-meaningless, insufferable term that devalues the legitimacy of subtext and queercoding more often than not; it's rooted in the idea that media must hit arbitrary and inconsistent checklists often set with cishet approval in mind; and it perpetuates a focus on the false and harmful myth that many creators are "cowards" instead of leaving room for nuance and the fact that industry censorship still exists.)

[corvuscorona]

"You Never Forget Your First Love."

The other day, a mutual (hi! you know who you are I think probably hello hi! thank you for the Posting Impetus!) said something that made me curious (for, like, the 80th time, actually; lol. I Have Thoughts) about something: what's the split on people who subscribe to the "Stranger of Paradise probably intended for us to believe that Jack & Sarah were in love" mindset, vs. not? In general, but ESPECIALLY around these parts.

I genuinely didn't read it that way myself (& I do NOT normally give media (general) this much credit, but the writing in this game is sublime; I had no choice but to fully engage Scholar Mode on it), + I think it's interesting that SPECIFICALLY any of my fellow tumblr people / AO3-heads / Gay People Online / etc. seem to have. (I expect nothing from people who haven't been basting themselves in the same online sub-subcultures as me for over a decade. They're allowed to write wrong things on wikis, and have done so already; it's whatever.)

I wanna metapost badly again, so let's go. Join me. No poll. If you have an opinion on this, I'm looking directly into your eyes and beckoning you towards your own keyboard + also the reblog button / comment section, like a weird ghost. What did you think when you first played the game?? What do you think right now? What are you about to think after you have read a bunch of my words. Tell Me. I Need To Know This.

Spoilers for, idk, everything? Today we will use everything we've got to talk about Princess Sarah.

1. As a Narrative Element

This game makes a point of referring to Sarah as things like "a symbol of hope and peace" as often as possible, & when it isn't doing that she's usually in the role of An Object Or Device Of Some Kind, anyway. She's important because she's capable of holding light and dark in balance & SOMEONE'S gotta hold onto this dark crystal for safekeeping, and also we're gonna need to upset that balance on purpose later. There's that conversation in the Wicked Arbor about whether the Strangers would "choose" her (as opposed to "treasure") as the "reward" for succeeding in their mission[1], & there's the one in the Sunken Shrine where Jed asks Jack what he thinks of her and Jack says that he doesn't care about her as a person[2] BUT that protecting her is mission-critical (lol), too.

Sarah's death is metaphorically charged. It's the point of no return: the dark crystal breaks, the balance of light & dark gets extremely ruined, & Literally All The Darkness In Cornelia converges in one place (Fool's Missive XXVII). That's the payoff for the "symbol of hope and peace" motif, and communicating this idea that "the metaphorical light of hope just For Real Died, Like Catastrophically Imploded, No Take-Backs" feels to me like it was the highest priority here. Second-highest goes to "Jack had way more humanity before, but he set it aside on purpose and is actively in the middle of losing the rest of it." "Sort of." "I'm not getting into what counts as humanity or doesn't because if I did we would be here forever."

Basically, I'm saying that the tidiest read on the situation is "Jack despairs because Sarah dying means in a very literary and final way that everything is ruined forever, which doesn't necessarily have anything to do with, like, Love (romantic)." I don't think the text of the game is particularly signaling that Love (romantic) is involved, and I think that if it meant to, it would be more obvious about it. You could bundle "an romance" into the "humanity" thing if you wanted to, but I'm not inclined to, based on some additional list items that you can read below this one.

[1] The fact that Neon ALSO says she feels bad for her for being thought of in this way only reinforces my conviction that the game is pointing at Sarah & yelling "REMEMBER THAT SHE IS MOSTLY A SYMBOL!", tbh. Who wants to go point out how freaky the mechanics of Being An Royalty are w/ me and the boys??

[2] I will give the Wiki WrongPosters this: I can totally see this as some kind of irony thing, given that he's still missing like a fucktillion of his memories when he says it. However! As mentioned above, I have other reasons not to read it as evidence that he was ever, like, romantically interested in her.

2. As a Sheltered Youth™

We don't have a TON of information to work with RE: Sarah as, like, a person, but here are a couple of hard facts to start with: she's 19 (per the data book, but she'd have to be somewhere in the 18-to-early-20's age range regardless or her whole deal wouldn't really make much sense, imo. She's a baby...!), and she's royalty. I think this ties into her utility as a walking metaphor, among other things; she's archetypically young, fresh, & idealistic. I'd call her naïve but the game obviously isn't interested in portraying it as a weakness, so positive words only; why not.

You could argue that people look to her as a symbol of hope because she hasn't directly experienced enough strife to exhibit hopelessness or fear in response to bad news in the abstract. I find it interesting that before Jack, like, knocks the wind out of her & tells Sophia to take her outside so she can see for herself how bad things have gotten at the end of the game, she says that her duty is to die with her people if she has to, & it doesn't even seem to occur to her that she could lead at least some of them away to safety...? When she changes her mind, she still talks about herself as a symbol before she ever uses the word "leader". She sees HERSELF in terms of symbols and metaphors, and takes action based on her designated role As One Of Those. Not very practical.

There's also the dialogue you can have with the queen the first time you're allowed to run around in the throne room at the beginning of the game, where she asks Jack to smile in front of her daughters (NOT just Mia; daughters, plural). Even if she only means "dude can you be polite please," the fact that this is The thing she has to say to Jack is telling. Is it going to upset your 19-year-old daughter to see that the Guy Whose Job It Is To Kill Monsters looks serious? Why do you think this? Does your 19-year-old daughter understand how serious the situation is, generally speaking? Do you not WANT her to for some reason? Boats don't work anymore unless a weird elf messes with them first. Not thinking very hard about the implications of this is something a sheltered person does.

Residual time loop un-memories aside, a young woman in this situation is so obviously going to have a huge crush on Jack Garland no matter what. He Is So Cool, first of all, & he's also Different from the adult men she gets to see on an everyday basis (family, guards, rando townspeople[3]...). It's not like the political social scene could POSSIBLY be thriving in this world, either; it all seems to be one kingdom we're dealing with and they're kind of busy with the external threat of being Under Fucking Attack By Monsters. Does she even get fun treats like "handsome visiting dignitaries" & what-have-you? The game doesn't present us with any potential options, here. Jack is mysterious, he has special-boy Warrior of Light status, his one job & apparent life's purpose is protecting the kingdom she loves, he's pretty nice to her (even in later cycles he at least goes out of his way to be polite!), & additionally, he's shredded. THIS makes sense to me.

There's a Q&A in the data book that has something to say about JACK as a symbol & what that has to do with this whole thing but we'll get there. We'll get there.

[3] Tangent: what's up with how Cornelia's entire adult male population appears to consist of aging queens. Why did they only make models that look Like That for the NPCs? It's awesome but I have 1 quastion

3. JACK JUMPSCARE !

I'm not about to say that he's just humoring her, or anything, but please humor ME for one second & put yourself in Jack's shoes. Not the default shoes; we can have more fun than that. Maybe the Banded Boots. Blurple ones? Shaped like a cartoon would wear them? Big spikes on the back for no reason? I love those things. Anyway, you're Jack. You're working for literally the king, & the work means Everything to you for reasons you can't even necessarily explain except to say that it JUST does. The king's eldest daughter (very young adult; Never Been Outdoors; a little overly-sociable but nice enough & what do you expect from a princess, anyway) has imprinted on you like a duckling for whatever reason. You would be nice to this person, yes? You'd be patient with her while you're in town. You have Brutal Murders to be doing, but not until, like, 2 days from now, or whatever; you're sharing space with her in some capacity in the meantime & it's in your best interests to keep her happy. (You probably even enjoy doing this, if you're Jack of a Way Earlier Cycle; I'm in no way ruling that out. Sharing your music collection with an enthusiastic Baby Adult? That's fun. I think he was probably having fun. Okay, you can step out of the fun purple shoes if you want; the Humoring Me Minute has concluded; thanks.)

Also, @2000sanimeop and I think that if Jack felt that way about her Astos would have been a little More Something about how much it was gonna suck for him when she died. In Fool's Missive XXVII he uses the word "painful," but that's about it. He doesn't even bring it up in XXV, which is the one where he says he's curious about whether she'd survive being turned into a fiend (side note: Astos fucking rocks. Why did he write that down?? I love him). & Hey SPEAKING OF ASTOS,

4. I wouldn't put Jackstos on a wiki, either.

The writing in Stranger of Paradise, SERIOUSLY, WITHOUT EXAGGERATION, is some of the best I've seen in literally anything ever. It suits not just its medium but also its sort of Place in History Relative to Other Video Games & the things it chose to DO with that medium & that niche INSANELY well. It is CUSTOMIZED. It's SO INTENTIONAL. I can't get too far into this or we'll be here all day, but the essence of what I want to say here is: there are relatively few facts presented to us by this game, compared to the implications we can go about drawing from those facts & other, external sources of context.

Sarah calls Jack her first love; that's a fact. No facts are presented to us that REALLY say much one way or the other[4] about what Jack thinks of this, himself; "fucktillion memories missing" Jack says he doesn't care, but he's missing a fucktillion of his memories, and DLC2 Jack has a set of dialogue options (hi Anne the Malboro I love you Anne the Malboro) that can point either way depending on what the player chooses, which is kind of nothing, on balance. As the audience, we can (should!) draw whatever conclusion we want about it, but none of those conclusions are text.

[4] I WILL GET TO THE DATA BOOK IN ONE SECOND. HOLD ON.

And, okay, please let me level with you. Let's be on the same page. Jack & Astos had some kind of thing going on, imo, OBVIOUSLY, but I want to be CLEAR and I want to get CREDIT for the things I'M bringing to the table to help generate this conviction. I drew that conclusion & I read that reading based on subtext, context, personal history, personal preference, & sheer gay zest for life. It is also, emphatically, NOT TEXT.

Astos refers to Jack with the ol' "...friend" in Fool's Missive XXI. He calls him "my Jack" in Fool's Missive XXXI. Canonically, textually, he has some big fucking COMPLICATED fucking feelings about this man. These are facts. If you're playing this game as Some Guy, I can see how you could potentially absorb these facts & still pay them much less regard[5] than I did & continue to. My argument here is that god I wish I lived in a world where Some Guy could extend the same courtesy to me and not treat Sarah's textual affection for Jack as something that necessarily indicates Some Kind Of Reciprocal Romantic Whatever, Definitely, Obviously, Of Course.

[5] Longer Tangent: I have been informed that the Some Guys of the world are currently pretty good at Recognizing a character that behaves in a way that's Pretty Gay, but tend to stop there, possibly for the combined reasons that A. they're not very familiar with a lot of the the ways gay relationships often work (you know, soul resonance. mutual recognition. sharing a brain etc.) and B. the Object Of Affection is usually the player character and they subconsciously shy away from thinking of a Guy They're Supposed To Identify With as gay. This is practically a lead-in to an entire separate post I could make, so I'll leave it at that, lol.

The writing is too good for that kind of assumption! I'M SERIOUS!! It's mind-blowingly subtle & endlessly fascinating to hold up to the light & view from every possible angle, and "Jack & Sarah were in love" + "Jack & Astos were in love" are BOTH ANGLES. I'm personally very very interested in giving the text credit for that. I think it's impressive. I think it's really, really cool, and I think it was on purpose. Speaking of which,

5. Word of God agrees with me, btw

This is from the Q&A section on page 156 of the Confidential File. The translations below are my own (I think they're straightforward enough, but lmk if you know more than me & I'm actually being stupid in there somewhere. Alt text has the JPN, if you want to copypaste it or something). Someone asked:

Why is it that you established Garland as someone Sarah has a romantic interest in?

The answer is from Daisuke Inoue (director, one of 3; the other 2 are from Team Ninja; he's from Square Enix):

That was because, from a narrative standpoint, we wanted Sarah to be the kind of person who holds onto hope. You can imagine that she saw the "hope" to save the world in Jack, a potential Warrior of Light. Sarah is seen by her people as a symbol of a bright future, but if there were nobody to give her hope, that might destabilize her emotionally. As for whether she felt genuine love for Jack, or just mistook her feelings of admiration towards him for "first love," we'll leave that to your interpretation.

The first time I read this, I thought the question was implying the aforementioned Reciprocal Something, but on closer inspection that doesn't even seem to be true! "思い人" seems to indicate a directional relationship; as in, the question assumes that Jack is an object of affection to Sarah, but assumes nothing about what Jack thinks.

Also, the answer uses the word "初恋" (hatsukoi), which is a very established Concept as far as "first love" goes, but in that one cutscene, Sarah says "初めての恋" (hajimete no koi), which is. Different, but I couldn't tell you how, lol. It's Not The Exact Same Phrase, but I'm not sure whether it's meaningfully different in this context. If I had to guess, I'd say that IF ANYTHING it could be a way of saying "first love" without invoking the cultural CONSTRUCT of First Love (as much)? But it's whatever. The localization holds up. All sources show that Sarah had Feelings about Jack, and all sources CONSPICUOUSLY neglect to mention Jack's feelings about her.

It was on purpose. This is my license to be as annoying as I want for one second here. I am right. All the other writing in this game is notably subtle, efficient, intentional, and skilled, AND ALSO, WHEN do you ever see anyone write such a richly beautiful, mostly-subtextual relationship between two men, which can easily be read as a romantic thing, and NOT explicitly canonize a very possible romantic relationship between at least one of those men and a woman, like not even in an interview or anything. What the fuck, man.

I'm putting away the Respectable Scholar Hat now. This is so funny. The person asking this question didn't EVEN go as far as assuming Jack & Sarah had any kind of Actual Romance going on, & the answer STILL dials it back to "she might have been conflating her feelings about Jack AS A SYMBOL with actual affection, also. We'll let you decide : ) ". This game is everything ever.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Halloween Fics (MFLs) [October 2023 Edition]

See also:

Halloween Fics (Oct 2018)

Halloween and Ghosts (updated Oct 31/21)

Vampires (Dec. 2020)

Ghosts / Figments

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Hey everyone!! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Today I thought that it's been a long time since I've posted an update to my Halloween fic list, but I haven't read many new fics since, so I though for today's post (because I don't have anything ready anyway) I would go through my MFL List and post up the ones that have been recommended to me throughout the years! Please note I have not read any of these, these are just based on a tag search on my offlline list :)

And because I haven't actually been asked this year for some new fics (I usually do so I am sad lol), I guess I shall make a new list without one!

As usual, please feel free to add your own fics!

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Mummy by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 901 w., 1 Ch. || UAP Canon Divergence, Halloween, Meeting the Parents) – Meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time can be a bit scary. Especially when your boyfriend is Sherlock Holmes. Part 12 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series

What Didn't Happen by Katzedecimal (T, 1,213 w., 1 Ch. || Costumes, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Halloween, Texting, Case Fic) – There is a very short Conan busying about the flat. He's threatening me with a sword if I don't eat something.

Until the final breath escapes by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 1,875 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Domestics, Established Relationship, Mild Gore, Kissing) – In a world turned hostile they hold onto their love until the final breath escapes.

John Watson and the Curse of the Were-Kitten by  ChrisCalledMeSweetie (G, 2,193 w., 2 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Supernatural AU ||  Halloween, Spooky Fluff) – Limping away from the crime scene, John glanced up at a nearby rooftop. His mouth dropped open at what he saw: Sherlock, silhouetted against the rising full moon. Realising that he was gawping like a fool, John looked around to make sure he wasn’t being observed. When he turned back, Sherlock had vanished. All that remained on the rooftop was a small black kitten, padding between the chimney pots. Part 1 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series, Part 5 of the H.I.A.T.U.S. Prompt Fills

These Hands of Yours by okapi (E, 2,700 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Supernatural Elements, Horror, Hands, Anal Fisting / Fingering, Halloween) – Holmes has casts made of his hands. Watson falls in love. So do the hands.

His favourite pizza (delivery guy) by thewallflower07 (G, 4,298 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Flirting John, Annoying Mycroft, Med Student John, Horny Teenagers, Halloween, High School Student Sherlock, Pizza) – Sherlock is staying at a hotel on Halloween with his family and keeps insisting they order pizza because he is infatuated with the very cute, blonde delivery boy.

Wanted: Empath by nutmeag83 (T, 4,886 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Empath John, Ghost Hunter Sherlock, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Pining John, Resolved Romantic Tension, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock is a ghost hunter and John his empath assistant. Near Halloween, they investigate a ghostly sighting at a mansion in the English countryside. The events of their investigation bring their feelings for each other to the fore.

Food goes on the food shelf by avalanching effect (G, 5,283 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Pre-Slash, Crack/Humour, Cannibalism, Magical Realism, Witches, Light Gore, POV Sherlock) – John, (without conferring with Sherlock) implements a system of organization in the kitchen. There are areas designated as 'experiment' areas, and others as 'food safe' areas. Crossover, however, is bound to happen.

In a manner of speaking I'm dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade's Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play 'Never have I ever'.

A Beautifully Frightening Revelation by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 6,486 w., 2 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU|| Ghosts, Haunted House, First Kiss/Times, Frottage, Fluff, Halloween, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, Spooky) – John and Sherlock are investigating an isolated country manor haunted by a mischievous ghost. A series of spooky incidents brings them together in a candlelit bedroom, the night ripe for revelations and facing fears.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

The Spirit Child by VelvetMace (M, 7,287 w., 1 Ch. || Psychological Horror, Disturbing Themes, Horror, Gore) – A small wooden box filled with clay and feotus bones yields more than just clues to a violent murder. A Halloween Story. Read at your own risk -- and I do not say this lightly.

Were it Well by merelypassingtime (G, 7,496 w., 6 Ch. || Shapeshifter AU || Crack, Halloween) – When moving in with the world's only consulting detective John is concerned he won't be able to keep his secret. Turns out he need not have worried.

In the Shadows of 221B by CarmillaCarmine (E, 8,299 w., 5 Ch. || Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Spooky Smut) – On a stormy, Halloween night, Sherlock appears changed, but John isn't about to complain about anything Sherlock wants to do to him. Part 10 of the The Stories of Angst and Heartbreak series

Let's Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE|| Halloween, Costume Kink, Established Relationship, Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It's Halloween and Sherlock's vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn't quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

The Subtenant by khorazir (T, 12,238 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, Halloween, Magical Realism, Humour, Ghosts, Banter, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – When you have ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Hence, there can be no doubt about it: 221B is haunted. Sherlock and John set out to investigate their new subtenant and find out more than they bargained for.

Hallowe'en Homecoming by earlybloomingparentheses (T, 12,594 w., 1 Ch. || Unconventional Relationship, Halloween, Sherlock’s Childhood, Family Videos) – Sherlock and John are solving a case when Mycroft turns up and persuades Sherlock to return home for his mother's Hallowe'en celebration. John thinks that seeing where Sherlock grew up will help him understand the detective better; instead, he finds himself more confused than ever. But it's John Watson's job to look after Sherlock Holmes, come hell, high water, or Hallowe'en, so that's just what he's going to do.

Looks like something the cat digged out by HOverSeas (T, 12,876 w., 1 Ch || Magical Realism AU || Post-TGG, Canon Divergence, Halloween, Hurt/Comfort, Werecat John, Temporary Character Death) – The bomb at the pool goes off, and takes both Sherlock and Moriarty with it. John doesn't agree with the outcome, so he decides to bring Sherlock back from the dead. But, of course, there is a price.

Zing and You'll Miss It by Raina_at (M, 14,980 w., 2 Ch. || Hotel Transylvania AU || Vampire Sherlock, Crack/Humour, Rom Com, University Student John, Love at First Sight, Magic, Soul Mates, Minor Mollstrade) – Every year, the monster community meets at Halloween for a big party. Sherlock is bored out of his mind as usual, when suddenly a handsome human stumbles into the monster party. Eyes meet, sparks fly, and Sherlock's entire world is turned upside down as he has to decide whether that tingly feeling is lust, love, magic, or a combination of all three.

The Masquerade of the Red Death by okapi (E, 16,800 w., 14 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, For A Case / Case Fic, Kink Exploration, Orgy, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bum Worship, Shotgunning, Daddy Kink, Corsetry, Cock Worship, Praise Kink, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Drugging, Wrestling, Love Confessions, Pet Play, Rimming, Public Sex/Blow Jobs, Shibari, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism) – On the hunt for a serial killer, Sherlock & John attend a masked orgy. Inspired by "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe. Part 11 of the Spooky & Kooky (the Halloween fics)

One Good Scare by blueink3 (M, 17,386 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Holmes Family, Parentlock, Misunderstandings, Family, Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Halloween, Happy Ending) – Mummy invites Sherlock, John, and Rosie to the country for her birthday, which just so happens to coincide with the annual Harvest Festival, an event Sherlock loathes. With John seemingly making the wrong move at every turn and with ghosts hiding in each of their closets, what will it take for their (Halloween) masks to finally come off?

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer -- a man who's been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to "treat" you. Boo.

it's not always black and wight by elldotsee (M, 21,385 w., 7 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Ghosts, Halloween, Case Fic, Victor Trevor) – By the time he turned eight, Sherlock had had more supernatural experiences than he could count or recall. He’d grown used to flickering lights, the whispers in the night, the sudden appearance of apparitions in the corridors. The dead were just as much a part of his life as the living. He went about his business, never disrupting theirs.Sometimes he talked to them, but they never talked back. Sometimes, he heard their stories second-hand, in the snippets of conversation between his parents at the dinner table, but they were never spoken about like real people. They were simply characters that formed the tapestry of the house, bumps and flickers of a life stuck in the in-between. That is, until he met Victor.

Haunted by Vulpesmellifera (E, 22,369 w., 4 Ch. || S4 Fix-It/Post-Canon, POV John, Child Endangerment, Halloween, Nightmares, Bed Sharing) – Plagued by the past, John moves himself and his daughter to a new flat for a fresh start - and it's not 221B Baker Street.While he grapples with new knowledge and old guilt, he's confronted with odd neighbors and strange noises in the night. But is it the new flat, or is John Watson losing his grip on reality?

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (E, 24,823 w., 4 Ch. || 1980′s AU || Halloween, Action & Romance, Costumes, Costume Parties/Masquerades, Mutual Pining, First Kiss / Time) – Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but serial killers have the worst possible timing.

From a Well, Dark and Deep by Vulpesmellifera (M, 32,691 w., 18 Ch. || Post S4, Supernatural Elements, Horror / Milld Body Horror, Bed Sharing, Possession, Hand Holding, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Coming Out, Alternating POV, Nightmares, Caring John, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is desperately trying to reconcile his newfound memories and feelings within his transport—a transport that won’t quit with the nightmares and the strange, fiddly anxieties that crop up at the most inopportune moments. On the advice of his psychiatrist—not that he’s thrilled to be taking the man’s advice, but needs must—he's going to mark the anniversary of Eurus’ torments. That explains why he visits the well. What he finds at the well, though, is entirely unexpected. Meanwhile, John Watson has finally come to terms with something he’s ignored his entire life. He’s ready to share that something with Sherlock, except Sherlock isn’t acting himself. It's not the time for confessions, and John determines he must get to the bottom of his best friend's affliction before he can reveal anything. Part 3 of Vulpes' Halloween Johnlock

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

A Sharp, Dressed Man Series by sgam76 (T, 50,221+ w. across 6 works || Series WiP || Vampire AU || Halloween Fic, Protective Mycroft, Kidnapping, Injured Sherlock, Psychological Terror) – Every once in a while, Mycroft Holmes is called upon to take matters into his own hands. It doesn't always go exactly as you'd expect. And he enjoys it more than he will ever admit.

FictoberLock 2018 by FinAmour & unicornpoe (M, 60,875 w., 31 Ch. || Halloween, Protective John, Smitten Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Injured Sherlock, Various Prompts) – 31 different prompts, 31 Johnlock fics: one every day for the month of October! Each chapter is a stand-alone story. Some are written by unicornpoe, some by FinAmour, and some are written by us both! They range in length from ~500 words to ~3500 words, and there’s something in here for everyone.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.

Skeletons Series by flawedamythyst (T, 174,262 w. across 3 works || Nightmare Before Christmas Fusion ||  Implied Character Death) – Sherlock's refusal to talk about his past hides far more skeletons than John could ever have guessed at. Halloween-esque AU.

[asbestieos]

hiWOW the desktop layout really is ugly. anyhow!! my account was charged for an months-old expense i thought was already paid. SURPRISE!! IT WASNT PAID!! AND THEYRE CHARGING ME TODAY!! LOL!! im opening up some commissions to try and cover this before i get overdrafted. i am Broke broke rn and itll be one week until my second job's payday. please consider rbing this post!!

shit i can do (open imgs in new tab for better quality + zoom)

i draw holy cow do i draw. sketches $10 (left), full art $30 (right), backgrounds add +$5, no additional price for added characters. no limits here i can go crazy and draw whatver you want ill draw your oc ill draw your sona your furry your mecha your faves your faves slorcking each others sundays etc etc :thumbsup:

ref sheets!!! with block text (left) and handwritten text (right)!!! im not very good at making them look good or aesthetic so ill charge $20 flat for all ref sheets

i like to call this the ENSTARS SPECIAL. aka ill edit/draw in the enstars art style for you. i can draw emotes, cg/card art, live2d sprites, character profiles, character icons, chibi sprites, enbasic! chibi sprites, fake song album art, The List Goes On. I will Do it for you. base price for any of these will start at $5 and will increase by complexity, subject to my discretion. cg/card art starts at $30.

non-negotiable clause: in great fear and awe of the mighty HappyEle, all enstars-styled commissioned work will be watermarked as a fan-made work. also a disclaimer, my work will never 100% match the official enstars art, litrlly a Whole studio full of hundreds of artists draws these cards!! but i do my best to emulate the style!!

i currently can only take payment thru my p4yp4l and k0fi !! thank you so much for reading i really appreciate. it wont be the end of hte world if i cant get enoguh money but i got bills to pay and this sudden expense will stack on toppa them u_u

[cyncerity]

ok guys bit of a serious poll today.

don’t read if you don’t wanna think about or read about the controversy stuff rn (talking about mostly George and bringing up Wil a little bit)

i have a bunch of wips (like, a lot) that i’ve been looking to finish for a while. With my first year of college coming to an end next week (yippee!) i’ll hopefully have more time to write again and finish those. The downside here is that a significant amount of them involve someone who has had recent controversy. Not that one, but George’s.

If you wanna answer this poll without all the context (i’m physically incapable of writing a post without making it a wall of text), go right ahead, the tldr is that I believe the situation is extremely opinionated and there’s no right or wrong way to view it. With a community this size and the larger group of gnf fans so divided on how to feel, I feel it better to let you guys pick whether or not he should still be in stories.

context under the cut for those who wanna read everything before voting on the poll. I kinda wrote a lot tho so sorry lol

I wanted to give it time before I made this post given that unlike with the first situation, there are a lot more holes and a lot more nuance. I wanted to wait until both sides stated their cases and make my own decision from there. And in my opinion, this situation 1) should have been handled personally and 2) is entirely based on opinion. Both sides did right and wrong, but there isn’t a correct way to perceive this. Some people will believe one side while others will believe the other because the evidence presented can be taken in many ways. I know I personally lean one way, but this post isn’t about my own opinions.

I’m making this post to ask if people would still be ok with me using his character in stories. I’ll say it again: I haven’t really ever watched the DTeam so I do mean it when I say that I base what I write around a character and not him. I stopped writing for C!Wil because I am uncomfortable with writing his character interacting with the characters of people who have spoken against him, but so far most of George’s friends have defended him or stayed silent since this situation isn’t like Wil’s at all. It’s mostly all died down since both sides have moved on (i think?) knowing that they won’t agree on what happened.

I’ve already given my piece on You Know Who, and how numerous people spoke against him and many of his close friends dropped him. This post is not about him, I believe that there is no argument to be made for him. The facts are clear and the testimonies clearer: he is a bad person. As of right now and for the foreseeable future, I will not write him or his character, not unless he gets some serious help or makes some serious changes. I believe that people can change, but trust is easier destroyed than built. You shouldn’t forgive someone who doesn’t seek forgiveness.

anyway i know that this is a smaller community, so i wanna know how many people want me to just re-write things or feel uncomfortable with him in stories now. This isn’t asking if you think George is innocent or if you think he’s a bad person or anything like that, this poll has nothing to do with personal opinions of the situation itself. It’s simply asking if you would be uncomfortable with reading about his character because of the situation.

[zgvlt]

my theme / graphics / design F.A.Q. @ my anons and a few others who've been asking some questions + some help, i just compiled every question into one post 👍

disclaimer: i am very much an amateur in making graphics so i still don't know everything there is to know, but i think it's good to make graphic design and editing seem more accessible and less intimidating! so like don't go to me for actual professional advice

.001 | header templates if you don't really feel like reading and just want to experience everything for yourself, here's a bunch of templates i made today. play around with them if u want :> i used canva since it's available both on mobile and pc but if you prefer to use a different app you can just check the specs/see if your app has similar functions

TEMPLATE LINKS (I won't know who's made copies of the templates so it's fine if you're worried about being exposed): [1: SEBEK] [2: SAKUYA (PINK)] [3: FIRST YEARS] [4: TREY AND IDIA]

if someone is interested in using any of these as inspo or as a base i don't mind, and i don't need credit either 👍 but if you wanna let me know bc i'm a bit nosy go ahead

.002 | what apps would you recommend for editing? (mobile and desktop)

Desktop:

photopea , if you want a browser alternative to PS. i tried it out for maybe twenty minutes and a bunch of the basic features i need in PS are present there, it's definitely good if you want to experiment more as opposed to other apps. here's a tutorial for it

Mobile and Desktop:

picsart [desktop] [google play] [apple app store]: i think a lot of people start out with picsart and i totally get it! it's very easy to use, there's also a lot of tutorials for it on YouTube :> > list of tutorials from their blog > this playlist of tutorials by tutorial edits

canva [desktop] [google play] [apple app store]: so so elite i love canva. there are times where i do prefer the freedom that powerpoint gives me but canva is just convenient. anyway she's good both for ur powerpoints in class and pretty decent for editing. the templates i made above are my first time doing edits (not for school) with canva and i think they turned out alright! > official canva tutorials > this pinterest user's short-form canva tuts > canva search keywords lists: [one] [two] [three] [four]

Mobile Only:

phonto [google play] [apple app store]: ily phonto, here's a tutorial

apps like krita or autodesk or csp or medibang or procreate are likely usable as well, i just don't exactly have advice for them since i don't use them

Websites for Fonts:

dafont.com

Google Fonts

FontSpace

freejapanesefont.com

font identifiers [whatthefont] [fontsquirrel]

Websites for images/elements:

flaticon

blobmaker.app (saves as svg, use a svg to png/jpg converter if you don't use an app that allows svgs)

getwaves.io (saves as svg, use a svg to png/jpg converter if you don't use an app that allows svgs)

haikei.app (basically a combination of blobmaker, getwaves, and a few other apps)

Colors:

mycolor.space

colorable

colorhunt.co

0to255.com

colormind.io

color tool

css drive (upload image, generate palette)

SocMed AU purposes:

tweetgen

MeMi Message (google play and apple appstore)

TwiNote (google play and apple appstore)

Fake Call

i used to use social maker and social dummy but i can't find them anymore lol

.003 | squiggly? refer to blobmaker, getwaves, and haikei for squiggly :>

.004 | pretty themes for tumblr desktop you can search the following tumblr blogs

theme-hunter

magnusthemes

ricecodes

kosmique

.005 | how can i make my theme prettier? decorating your text posts:

coolsymbol.com

kaomoji

copy paste dividers

post dividers [making your own, tutorial using photopea] [masterlist of dividers by firefly-graphics]

how to get gradient text on tumblr posts + gradient recs

theme banners/headers:

specs of the tumblr header: 640 x 360 pixels on mobile, 3000 x 1055 pixels on desktop

premade headers: [headers by spidaerman] [headers by ridleey] [alt link] [headers by villanaelle]

.006 | how to add *that* thing to the tumblr header theme

for this part let's use canva again. the mobile theme header is 640x360px but you can totally adjust it to be bigger (but maintaining the same width to height ratio)

so let's say this is the picture you want as your header, how do we add the details at the bottom? you can pretty much get any shape you want, whether it be from canva elements or one of the sites i mentioned or any other source you have. for this tutorial let's just use the ones on canva

by scrolling through the elements portion, in this instance the lines & shapes portion, you can find a few that would work well

when you choose what you want, adjust it both size and color wise, and make sure there's a substantial enough amount of space for other details of your blog to fit (icon if you're not hiding it, blog name)

remember to save the color of the element! copy paste that hex code! or just have it somewhere where you can look back at it easily

when you're satisfied, save it! then go on tumblr -> settings -> select the blog that you want to edit

place the banner, and if you did it right it should be a perfect fit, but you can zoom in if you want! :> but wait we're not yet done! the colors don't create *that* effect yet

change the background color to match the bottom color of the header! (and the accent as and text colors as well, if you want!)

and we're done!

i think these are all the questions i've gotten so far? hopefully it helps!

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 010

WAKE UP BABE ARITA JUST POSTED ATTITUDE!! BY POPULAR DEMAND! i keep lying y’all… im sorry but here it is. look, tinier text! i kind of like this better?? that’s right folks i revised this entire chapter LOL you won’t be sorry…

tbh i don’t know where we are omfg i just know what episode we’re basing this, which is smackdown 11/22/2001, (which now that i look back i really messed up chronologically but AHHHHHHHH) oh well, im gonna do shows randomly ill jump from november to august if i have to omg

HOWEVER, you are starting to get regularly scheduled matches yessss. also ive noticed i accidentally kinda made the alignment heel-ish but at the same time leaning towards face?? tweener? tweener… i would also like to add that your moveset is like a mix of like liv morgan and sasha banks? maybe a SPRINKLE of alexa bliss???? fuck what anyone says YOU CAME FIRST YOU WERE THE BLUEPRINTTT wwe 2k22 stays on during writing

IM SPLITTING THIS UP BECAUSE ITS A LOT! this is 1/2, so keep your eyes peeled for #2. get hype for your match + lita takin you out to get smashed. (there’s something she needs to tell you!)

BACKSTAGE // 6:50 PM

Upon stretching with Trish, you held up the letter she gave you with two index fingers. “This is yours, right?”

The women’s champion recognized the letter immediately and withdrew from her position on the floor, suddenly pacing around. “Yeah. I left it there for you. Didn’t know ya’ found it so easily, hahah!” She threw out her arms in a dramatic fashion.

..It was kind of easy to tell she was nervous, even if it was a little bit. But you couldn’t blame her. The anticipation of seeing if someone liked your gift was very heart-racing.

But rest assured, you thought it was a nice gesture! She had no need to worry.

“It’s very nice,” You comment, holding the letter in your free hand while stretching the other towards your foot. “—the design, I mostly mean. I didn’t open it just yet, but I’m going to get around to it. I have like a bunch in my bag, so I need some time to sort through.”

“Right, right...” Trish suddenly snapped her fingers, remembering something important. “I’ve gotta get ready for my match! It’s supposed to be messy tonight.”

“Messy?” You repeat, your interest piqued.

“Gravy bowl. Like, a pool of gravy.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.” She laughed. “Oh well. I guess if I can have fun, it doesn’t matter what I do.”

“That’s the spirit, Miss Stratus,” You chime, standing up from your spot. “I’ll cheer you on from backstage, then I’ll just go home. I have literally nothing to do.”

“Huh? Don’t you have things to do today though?” She asked.

“...What?”

Trish shifted around in her bag for a moment before walking over and shoving a piece of paper in your face. “Read it, but don’t weep.”

Your eyes scanned down the lines of matches....

TEST VS. SCOTTY 2 HOTTY

STACY KEIBLER VS. TRISH STRATUS

CHRISTIAN VS. EDGE (INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH)

TAZZ VS. BIG SHOW

KURT ANGLE VS. UNDERTAKER

STONE COLD & [NAME] VS. CHRIS JERICHO

RVD & THE ROCK VS. THE DUDLEY BOYZ

Holy handicap match! Did they seriously schedule that? But considering the segment that happened between you three previously..you didn’t put it past them that they’d do that.

But not only that, your eyes kept going until you landed on some words that were in tinier font at the bottom of the paper. Your name was written in the “segment mentions” section. Was that always there? They must have just recently added it, because you sure as hell never noticed.

You had thought about one of the other matches too. How interesting was that, to see Christian go against Edge for his title...it was champion versus champion just to get another championship. You’d have to remind yourself to give at least the both of them words of encouragement.

But she was right. You did have a segment. They must have updated the list at the last minute because you had no clue that you were supposed to do something for your show TONIGHT. You thought it was next week, but instead they decided to push it earlier. Ugh.

“Huh, who would’ve thought, right?”

“Get your stuff together, hotshot.” She taunted, a smile on her face.

“Get your stuff together, champ.” You fire back, shifting to a much more comfortable spot to reach your own belongings. You shove the card (coupled with a heart shaped box) into her face much like she did to yours. “This is for you. Weep all you want!”

“Color me surprised.” She says, taking the card from your hand. “I didn’t know you actually got me something. Thanks a lot, I’ll take a look after my match. See you.” With a small wave, she departed the locker room.

You wave back. You also didn’t want to ask Trish to come in earlier than she was scheduled to, she already had enough on her plate with that gravy match or whatever. It was fine if she came next week. The question was what could you do in substitution for that?

Suddenly, it hit you.

You’re supposed to be a heel right? Sure, you switched sides and were supposed to turn face, but who says your mean streak has to come full stop?

Those letters could definitely give you some leverage, and of course give you fake heat backstage for the sake of cementing your role.

All you needed was fake envelopes, a lighter, and the acceptance from creative to burn stuff. Maybe even sign some sort of waiver. Doesn’t matter. You didn’t care if it was in a parking lot or during your slot. You needed SOMETHING to get the interest out of the crowd.

...Is this how villains think? Just thinking about how mean you’d be was almost hilarious! It was so unlike you but being the enemy was fun. Sometimes.

Thanks to your very rushed purchases, you noticed that out of at least 25 cards, 10 were duplicates of others. You were only going to return the favor of whoever gave you one, so the rest were just trash, technically.

You could burn those! Perfect.

Now that that was settled, you had to think about handing out more gifts. Whoever you saw first got their gift first. As soon as you exited the room with the bag, you bumped into someone.

“Oops, sorry. I was just going in there.”

It was none other than Lita, who seemed to have pop up at the right moment. At least you wouldn’t have to go too far. However...the Hardyz were nowhere to be found. You’d at least think they’d be a little ways from her. Either way, time to kill two birds with one stone.

But unfortunately, she didn’t seem too happy. You impulsively asked the first thing on your mind: “Are you okay?”

“I guess.”

“....” You frown, but give a small shrug. “I’m willing to hear you out if it makes things better?”

Lita says nothing in response, thinking about your offer. She let out a huff and drags you right back into the locker room. She did not let go of your wrist either. “I…..We got in a fight. All three of us.”

“All three?” You question.

“Me, Matt, and Jeff. Matt was yelling at Jeff for his “terrible decisions”, and that’s when I got mad and told Matt off about his.” She shook her head. “So stupid. I told Matt to leave me alone and I stormed out. Now here I am.”

“That’s rough,” You say. Was it really your place to give advice? The damage had already been done and besides, this wasn’t exactly your battle. “—I’m sorry to hear you guys were arguing. But I think I can make your day a little better.” You hadn’t even realized Lita’s grip on your arm until you moved it slightly. “First off, you have to let me go, haha.”

“Sorry.” She apologizes, letting go. She then used her now free hand to run through her hair.

“Funnily enough, I was actually leaving out to look for you and your little bodyguards.” You comment, reaching in your bag to hand over the loot, to which she looked shocked to see.

“...Seriously?” She almost thought it was a joke, eyeing you and the gift. But her suspicion immediately broke down into a smirk after realizing what you said earlier. “And my bodyguards? You don’t mean Jeff and Matt, do you?”

“Of course I do. But I guess I’ll find them on my own time. If you don’t make up that is.”

Lita wasn’t going to complain either. She wasn’t going to decline a present. “Thanks, [Name]. If you really want them to get these, then be sure to pass the message on to them too.” Much to her chagrin, she was happy to indulge you. It was the least she could do.

“You’re welcome.” You stare at her for a moment before walking forward and giving her a hug. She definitely deserved it. Even if she jokingly mentioned how clingy you were. Nevertheless, she accepted it and you two part.

“Hey,” She suddenly says, starting to open the box. “—are you busy after the show?”

“No, why?” You ask.

“I wanted you to go with me to a bar or something. I’m kinda stressed and I wanna have some fun.” She proclaimed, immediately digging into the chocolate.

An invitation to hang out?! You couldn’t decline, but if it’s a bar, you won’t be drinking much. It’s not like you were a lightweight or anything, it just wasn’t your style. “I don’t see why not.” You shrug, accepting. “Just us?”

“Yup. Just us. You want someone else to come?”

“No, no. Just was curious. I mean like...”

“I’m not inviting those two, if that’s what you think.” Lita clarified, closing the box. “Remember, we got in an argument, so..”

“Hah. Right.” You say, immediately shaking your head. It would be a pretty stupid to invite them after having a pretty hard argument.

If she wanted to hang out, then so be it. This would be the most action packed girls night ever!

At least you think it will be...

As you were making your rounds through the hallways, you noticed someone that you’ve been meaning to spark up a conversation with. “Ah! Hey! Christian..right?”

You call, leaning over beside him to get his attention. “We’ve met before. You called me short I think.. or was it tiny??” You trailed off, trying to remember what he said.

Christian stares at you for a moment, before snapping his fingers. “Oh yeah.” He turns to face you, a grin on his face. “I remember you! You’re that fan, right?” He jested. “The one who wanted an autograph.”

“Not even close...” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. The smile on your face didn’t help at all. “I just came to wish you good luck on your match with Edge. I know you’re champion and all,” You motion towards his championship, unsure if you should touch or not. Ogling at it seemed okay, though.

“Is that so?” He asked. Man, he was one of the cocky ones, wasn’t he? Oh well, it’s not like you hadn’t dealt with this before! “Well, I appreciate it. I think you can get promoted to...hm...” He looks at you up and down quickly, trying to come up with a new nickname. “Got it. You’re promoted to, ‘Cheesy.’ Congrats, [Name]. Or should I say, cheesy.”

…What?

You were confused. What kind of nickname is cheesy? What the fuck does that even mean?? “Seriously? Why don’t you call me by my name?”

“Hah. I’ll think about it, seriously.” He says, taking off his belt to shine it with a cloth. “Coming out to watch like you did last time?”

“Am I allowed to?”

“Guess so. You’ve been there before, so I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Besides, I need someone to accompany me to the ring.”

Accompany him too? You’ll have to ask if it was alright to do that. Maybe you could even speak on commentary! That’d be fun. “Okay, then I’ll ask. But don’t be surprised if I don’t show up! I’ve got things to do.”

“Pretty disappointing then.” He admits, putting his finger on your forehead. “I’ll keep my eye out for you. If you can’t come out, I’m counting on you to watch backstage at least.”

You swat his hand. “Yeah, yeah! I’m sure you will be. We’ll see what happens. I can’t promise anything!” You hold your hands up in defense. “Are you nervous? I saw your match on the list and was thinking about how if either of you won, you’d be swimming in gold.”

“Not at all. I’m pretty confident, actually.” He hit his chest with his fist. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna win tonight. I’ve got a trick up my sleeve.”

“A trick up your sleeve?” You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what he meant. Hopefully he wouldn’t cheat and instead pulled out some devastating finishing move. “I’m sure you do. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Christian gives you finger guns, saying nothing at all.

Which meant NO PROMISES.

“I should probably get ready now..” You say.

“Heh, looks like you talked so much, time just flew by.” He chuckled, adjusting the championship onto his waist and walking past you. “Get a move on, [Name].”

You nod before shaking your head. “Wait, did you just say my name? Where are you going?!”

Christian was just glad you didn’t ask how exactly he got this match. It was champion vs. champion after all. You just weren’t ready for that type of information. Had you known he and a few others beat him up...

It wouldn’t turn out well.

SMACK!DOWN // 7:13 PM

It’s time!

Your talk show segment was now. You jump in place as an attempt to ease your nerves in gorilla.

Personally, you never thought you’d get this far, let alone be so pushed. You prayed to whatever god that was out there that this would be all for naught, and you’d be left with little to nothing to do. People were a bit iffy on you and because of that, so it was VERY easy to incite a reaction from the audience.

Once you had made your way to the ring and grabbed a mic, you give a biiiig smile to the hard camera.

“Hi everyone!” You greet, and the crowd responds by roaring lightly. “Remember when I said something special was coming to Smackdown? Well, this it it!” You chime, taking a seat in your chair. “It’s me! I’m the special thing. No, no really. It’s this whole set, you see!”

‘Hey! It’s [Name]! And look what she’s doing..?’

You open your arms presenting the whole set, letting everyone drink it in. “Well, I hope you’re ready. This is...Time Out With [Name]!”

Upon raising your arms, balloons fell from the ceiling. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. What a fitting celebration! “I’m so excited! I hope you all are too. Now, you may be wondering, what’s in the bag, [Name]?”

‘..Sounds like she’s a little whacked in the head,’ JR says.

Jerry agreed. ‘Couple’a screws loose!’

“Well, I’ve got a lot of letters. I’m going to do the honors of reading you guys my very own fan mail.” You reach into it and pull out a letter. “This first one is from—“

Almost on cue, you were interrupted by familiar music. The lights dim, and you turn your attention towards the front. Here comes trouble.

Literally. The culprit was none other than Stephanie McMahon, the woman who was banished from the WWF the previous night. With a mic in her hand, she hastily makes her way to the ring. Of course, to make sure all the attention was on her, she wore the sparkliest garment possible.

She enters through the ropes, giving one look behind her one last time. You could tell she was on the verge of tears. “I-I’m not supposed to be here..but…!” Stephanie trails off, her voice cracking while the crowd had already begun to mock her.

All you could do was stare. Did she really just fucking interrupt you?! In the middle of YOUR talk show?!

She continues on. “..But I have to clear things up! And I knew you were going to have a talk show, [Name]! So please, talk to ME!” She begs, coming closer and grabbing your arm. You shake her off, but she’s still hopeful.

Some security they have, letting the “Billion Dollar Princess” in so freely. You scoff, holding up your mic. “Am I going to get in trouble for associating with you?”

“NO!” She squealed, immediately lowering her voice after she yelled at you. “N-No! I don’t think you will.”

You sigh, tossing the letter to the side for now. As it flutters to the ground, you exasperatedly threw your arm out. “Go ahead. Just say what you have to say.” You couldn’t believe she just walked out here. And to plead her case? This better be a good one!

Stephanie takes a deep breath. “I’m telling you, [Name]! No…!” She turns to the audience, doing a 360 as she points at everyone. “Y-You all saw everything!“ Then, she turns back to you. “You talked to my brother, he’s the mastermind! I just wanted to follow my in older brother’s steps!”

You hold up your hand, causing her to stop talking. “Uh, hey, Stephanie? What does any of this have to do with me? Genuine question.” The McMahons really were dragging you into this! You’re about to go kicking and screaming. “I know I was with you and Shane for a while, but you’d better go to someone else. I don’t think I can help you.”

Stephanie shakes her head. “You can! I just want my dad to see this. Him and everyone else need to hear my side of the story! Ask me anything! I’ll tell you the wholehearted truth!”

“Alright.” You say, shrugging. “Why’d you slap your own mother?” At this question, the crowd gasps. Stephanie was just as taken aback by the question, but bounced back quickly.

“Didn’t you hear me last time?” This time, she had a bit of attitude in her voice. “I said that Shane ordered me to do it. Did you seriously think I did everything on my own? I was naive, stupid. Everyone makes mistakes. Like you.” She says. “Remember? You took members of the Alliance out and joined the WWF? That was a mistake, right?”

“I mean…” You weren’t quite sure what to say. Well, you did, but you didn’t want to be too mean. “Those comparisons aren’t even remotely close. Besides, shouldn’t I be questioning you?”

Stephanie nods, letting it go for now. She’d do anything for forgiveness, and now that she’s hijacked came on your show, she felt like this could be her chance. “G-Go ahead.”

“Okay. Well, I’d like to just start with thank you for ruining what I wanted to do. I’ll just do it later.” You snidely remarked. “But now I’m curious. Why beg to stay when you know it’s over?”

She says nothing at your first comment, but walks a bit away from the center of the ring.

“I felt falsely accused and I felt as if I should’ve been given another chance. The thought of losing everything I have and…” She gags, covering her mouth. “Living in such..ugh, low-class ways makes me sick! I mean, can you imagine having to even drive yourself places? That’s what a chauffeur is for! [Name], when I got kicked out with my brother, we had to DRIVE all the way to the arena! Could you imagine having to do that everyday!?”

She’s..wow. Stephanie is definitely something. You just stare at her incredulously, but then bite back a sneer, instead replacing it with a smile. “No way! I couldn’t imagine that at all.”

“You get it! See, this is why I had so much faith in you when you were with us. You understand my problems and I’m glad I have the chance to talk to you!” Stephanie beams at you, happy that you’re sympathetic.

“Right. I’m sure it’s suuch a drag to y’know,” You pause, leaning on the ring ropes. “..do all the work by yourself?”

Double entendre? The crowd seemed to be laughing at how irritated you were and could completely understand. They felt the same way! Being so rudely interrupted after going to read the fan mail. Oh, the humanity!!

“Ugh, yes!” Stephanie walks towards you, fast enough so that you couldn’t even process what she was doing. “You get it! [Name], you’re the only one around here that has any sense!” She sticks out her hand. “Which is one of the reasons why I’ve come out here TONIGHT!”

What was she getting at?

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at her in confusion.

“I want to be business partners!” There was no sign of tears whatsoever, her somber behavior quickly transforming into excitement. “You and me, kicking ass! I point, you destroy!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” You say, putting a hand on your hip. “I’m already partners Stone Cold Steve Austin,” Once you said his name, the crowd cheers. “Quite frankly, Stephanie, I have a feeling you wanted to ask that all along.”

She huffed, pulling away her hand. Her plan wasn’t going well and she knew as much. “No, it’s not just that. I really wanted to come here and plead my case. If I didn’t, you’d all think I’m some backstabbing bitch! I’d never do that. I’m really only…”

You join in on her sentence, the both of you talking in unison. “—A misunderstood young woman.” Nodding your head, you sigh for what must have been the thousandth time. “I don’t even know how they let you in here in the first place.”

“I snuck in.” She admits. “But c’mon. You’ve gotta think about it….please?”

And to make her happy so she’d literally leave you alone, you nod, holding out your hand. She shakes it, and that seals the deal.

Yeah, right. She interrupted your goddamn show!!

Letting go off your mic, you twist her around and tie her arms around her neck, giving her a Backstabber. The crowd pops at your attack, and you stand up from your spot, leaning over her.

“Try again next time.”

BACKSTAGE // 7:20 PM

The fact Stephanie had interrupted your talk show had made you upset. The thought of shaking her hand moreso. Once it had dawned on you, there was immediately a feeling of dread.

You had just “shook hands” with Stephanie McMahon. The witch, the conniving woman who’d rip your heart out if you ever made a mistake. And then you turned around and attacked her.

For some reason, you were scared. Scared of what she’d do with you in the aftermath. While she’d be out of the WWF for quite a while, you knew it would only be a matter of time before she returned.

What’s one way of relieving stress? By burning things, of course. You were going to set these letters on fire if it was the last thing you’d do. You had a cameraman with you in the parking lot. Your antics for the night were far from over.

“Before I was rudely interrupted, I wanted to talk about my letters. Unfortunately, I can’t do that.” You sigh. “I apologize to all my fans who wanted to hear my endearing voice read them out. Instead, I’d like to show an example.” You dump the rest of the letters onto the ground.

You go through your pockets, taking out a matchbox and removing ONE match. Quickly dragging it against the striker of the box, it flickers to life. You toss it over and the pile of letters are engulfed into flames. The camera turns over there for a brief moment, then back to you.

“I don’t think anyone understands that you’re all in my way! I don’t need any cheap ass letters to tell me that I’m great and amazing, that I am incredible and what have you.“ You say. “I’m not just some idiot who can’t work my way around the ring. I could out wrestle ANY of you, anytime of the week! And if you don’t believe me, come see me.”

While your message wasn’t long (you were told you had 10 more minutes), you thought it still got the message across. Anyone who wanted to mess with you was on their way to a world filled with hurt.

BACKSTAGE // 7:45 PM

And if it wasn’t for Stephanie ruining your show, the other devil on your shoulder had shown up just JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT.

Him. Yet again. Yet-a-fuckin-gain.

Jericho gives you a smirk, and the camera pans over to him. “Someone like you, burning letters. Never would have expected it. How’s my gift treating you? You must like it, given I haven’t seen it in the fire.”

“I wish you’d leave me alone.” You groan. “You’re always following me. And for your information, Austin actually threw it away for me!” It wasn’t true, but you just wanted to see his reaction.

You opened your mouth, but stop after realizing something important.

Back up a little bit. How exactly did Jericho know about your letters? You told no one about your plan and you made 100% sure no one was in the same parking lot while you did it.

"Wait a second." You say, waving your hand. "How'd you know what I burnt?"

His smug look turned into one of bewilderment. “I thought you knew already? Your best friend Torrie, she’s been running around talking about it.”

“She’s been WHAT?!” You look in awe and Jericho snorts at your reaction.“No, no, stop, what do you mean?”

“So much for being besties, huh [Name]? Well, she’s been saying you’ve been burning letters. She saw you do it out in the parking lot, now she’s telling whoever you’ve mentioned or whatever. I didn’t really care.” He muttered. “What you should be focused on, is our match.”

You simply roll your eyes. Oh yeah. You forgot that was a thing. Where’s Stone Cold when you need him?

Jericho comes closer to you. “And if you want, the Walls of Jericho doesn’t have to be the only hold you could be in tonight, sweetheart.”

You stare at him in disbelief for a second. How dare he say that to you?! Did he really think you’d go THAT low? And even try to imply you’d sleep with him? Absolutely not.

You had lifted your hand up to give him a hard slap across the face, resulting in the crowd gasping. Slapping him felt incredibly satisfying and he literally didn’t even know what hit him. The blonde brings up a hand to his now reddened cheek, scowling all the while you stomp down the hallway.

Him and his stupid match can sit in the back of your mind until the time comes. Until then, you’ve got some loose ends to tie up. Most importantly, you’ve gotta deal with Torrie (and maybe even Stacy, if she’s around. That’d just kill two birds with one stone. You technically weren’t “friends” anyway.)

So once you had seen a blonde woman just hanging around down the hall, all you found yourself rushing over there, ready to fight. “Hey!” You yell, setting your hand on her shoulder and turning her around roughly. “TORRIE—“

But this was not Torrie. In fact, it was actually Terri Runnels, who seemed scared that you abruptly turned her around like that. She held her hands up in defense and you can only sigh.

“Jeez, I’m sorry.” You apologize. “You’re…Terri, was it? Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

She gave you a nervous laugh in response, waving her hand. “Oh, it’s fine….” Before throwing her arms out. “Minus you scaring the hell out of me. What’s your deal!?”

“My ‘deal’ is that something really badhappened, and now I’m looking for Torrie. Have you seen her? You’re both blonde so I got you two mixed up. That’s my fault.” You felt incredibly bad for scaring her like that, but she should be thankful you didn’t just start beating her up first!

“Sorry sweetie,” She apologizes to you with a shrug. “Haven’t seen her at all today. What happened between you two?”

You sigh. It’s hard to explain what exactly went down. On the bright side, maybe Torrie hadn’t got that far. “Long story short, she’s been telling people something I did. And it’s a lie,” You add, which was another lie in itself… “One that might completely ruin my reputation."

“Well first off, you don’t go around threatening to beat people up.” She advised with a laugh. “Why don’t you try talking to her instead?”

“I feel like if talk to her, I’d drag her across the concrete.” You admit.

“Ivory should have put some of us into anger management classes…” Terri mutters. “Anyway, I still think you should try talking to her. No hostility, no…dragging her across the concrete.”

“I can try, but no promises.”

Definitely no promises.

SMACK!DOWN // 7:58 PM

Unfortunately after talking to someone about it, you couldn’t go out there for the match. You were a bit bummed out but they explained that you had a segment already and you’ve got a match coming up. They weren’t wrong, yes, you’ve got a lot to do tonight, but it doesn’t hurt to go back out one more time.

…..You just can’t believe this is your life now.

You’re definitely not complaining, but you never thought you’d get this far. It’s been a nice ride so far, which makes you wonder if the journey coming up will be hard.

“Hey, kid.” A familiar voice calls. “The hell you’ve been up to?” Stone Cold Steve Austin looks pretty beat up, holding his stomach as he speaks to you. “Heard ya’ been burning shit.”

“Noooo.” You groan. “It got to you?! She’s faster than I thought! And why do you look all busted?”

“I look busted because Regal and his little minions set me up in that ring earlier. How’dya not hear?”

You shrug. “I was focused on this whole Torrie thing..and if you got all beat up, shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I don’t have time to rest when we’ve gotta perform.”

There was a silence before you just decided to speak up. Funnily enough, him standing there literally felt like he was judging you, so you had to come clean. The tension broke you. “Yeah. I burned letters.” You admit, rubbing your temple. “I feel really really bad. And I don’t want anyone else to find out, but who knows how many people Torrie’s told?”

“I don’t see the problem with that.” Of course he didn’t, it was literally Stone Cold we’re talking about. “Ya’ just were disposing of crap you didn’t need.”

Crap you didn’t need? That definitely was one way to put it.

Austin continued on. “Don’t worry about the consequences. If people have an issue about what you do, let em’….and if they try saying otherwise, you take it to the ring.”

His and Terri’s advice were pretty different. To fight or not to fight….

“I’ve been doing things the way I like for years.” Austin reminded. “The consequences don’t faze me. People don’t faze me. Ya’ gonna let them mess your brain up.” He points to his head. “They get inside your head and take advantage of it. Instead of letting em’ do that, you hit first. So, how about it?” He says, patting your back harshly. “We get into that ring, kick that little pretty boy’s ass, then go home.”

“Yeah!” You sure as hell were. It was a good idea too. Maybe that match would get some of your pent up anger out. “And that’s the bottom line!”

You waited for him to continue his own line, but he looked at you as if you were stupid. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

He shakes his head. “We’ll have to work on that. Get it together, [Name]. We can’t lose.” And he leaves it at that, simply leaving you with your own thoughts. Did Debra tell him to talk to you?

His words made you nervous, rightfully so. What would happen if you did lose? Would he be upset at you? Worse, you’d lose a teammate! Even more scarier that Stephanie wanted you to align with the McMahons..that couldn’t bode well.

It would make sense with you joining out of spite incase he betrays you, but after that, then what? Would creative just shelf you for now? Would you have to do gimmick matches? They were already a strong “stable” on their own, so someone else being added was a bit crazy in your opinion.

The idea of not knowing what came next kinda made you uncomfortable. Even if you should have been used to it in WCW (where things were WAY more disorganized), the feeling just made you feel icky.

“[Name]!” You immediately recognize that voice as Edge. A smile grows on your face as he approaches, but he doesn’t seem happy. And here came those cameras you knew oh so well.

“What’s wrong?”

He looks at you incredulously. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong? That’s just great.”

There’s gotta be something you’re missing here. “What are you talking about?”

“You should know what I’m talking about. Burning anything ring a bell??”

Oh fuck.

You had no idea what to say, you open your mouth but quickly shut it. Okay, maybe Torrie was well within the right to tell on you, but that wasn’t her place at all, damn it! Now they’d know you burnt everything! That you didn’t care about them! The only person you cared about was yourself.

In other words, the seeds were being planted!

The cameras were on you again, so you wanted to make this as dramatic as possible with him. “I just…it wasn’t like that at all, you’ve gotta..I didn’t mean it at all.”

“You didn’t?” Edge looked at you and you finally thought he would understand. That all would be well. “You didn’t mean it. Okay. It just gets worse, huh? The least you could do was check on me when I got beat up out in the ring earlier.”

“Wait, huh?”

“Didn’t know that, did you?”

No, no you didn’t. You couldn’t even defend yourself, so you decided to pull out the next best excuse.

“I’ve got my own match to focus on! I didn’t know! You can’t blame me for not watching….” It was going to have to do. “I couldn’t come out..”

Yet, he still wasn’t buying it. “With what partner? Stone Cold’s already been ambushed too. You must have not saw that either. Maybe try paying attention more next time. Man, this day just gets better and better. Continuously betrayed by my own brother, then I find out someone I’ve been interes….” He stops himself, coughing into his palm. “Someone I’ve been friends with, couldn’t care less about me.” He stared at you for a minute before turning around to leave.

“Wait a damn minute! You can’t just leave. And besides, I already saw him all beat up! Maybe if you were as good as him, you’d be raring and ready to go!” You yell, stomping right behind him. “But no! You’re running away!”

“Just shut up already, [Name].” He says, continuing his way down the hall.

This time, you didn’t follow, a new feeling of anger burning in your veins. The moment you lay your eyes on Torrie, IT IS ON.

hey! hey you! if you’ve made it to the end, YAY! thanks for reading and sticking around!! im working on fixing the spacer so it’s brighter pls bare with me. steve austin + reader duo is going to go on for a bit longer me thinks. *gives you both the tag team titles because i can*

[pawseds]

Some CG-styled drawings I made for the 4e Westmarches I was in. It's text-based/play-by-post, so it allowed for dropping images in the middle of your character doing whatever. It was also hosted from my home country (12h ahead of current country), so it was kinda mandatory to draw the last 3 things to stay up for the finale that ran from 11pm to 6am lol (hence the final drawing, which is immediately followed up in-game with this comic!)

Also I wrote a whole 300 word speech for the second drawing where Hrodwyn/my character accidentally started a revolution for the liberation of their species, and is about to lead them into war as a surprise troop against a greater threat. So here it is:

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Outside the First Observatory, beneath the glow of its pale barrier, lies an unlikely sight. Preparations for war and aid stand ready in the form of tents, additional weapons, and medical equipment. Inside, clear paths have been made to and from the teleporter for additional transport.

But the most unlikely sight of all is the congregation of hundreds of dyr and kin -- the congregation of hundreds of scadanfolc as unlikely allies.

Before them stands a mechanical contraption of Naggarothi metal. A small sparrow-shifter perches atop it.

"My fellow scadanfolc of the Void. Today marks the turn of history, and we will not stand idly by. "Today, we will show the world what we have learned from living in the Void, outcast from the safety and the warmth of the Hearth: our might and resilience in the face of death and fear, and our kindness and grace in the face of oppression and hatred. "Whether you live as dyr, as kin, or as somewhere in between, it does not change how nature has touched and connected us. And that is where our strength lies: not in weapons of beaks or fangs, horns or claws, or stone and bone, but in seeing past the differences between kin and dyr, predator and prey, to unite together under one shared dream. "Look to your left and right, to those familiar faces who you have laughed with, wept with, and bonded with for these past moons under the same roof. Know those faces, and know that you are not alone. For they will fight by your side today, and for they stand by your side tomorrow when we carve a new path for what comes after this battle. Together, we have the power of a thousand scadanfolc that has faced the void. Together, we can face anything. "And remember that we are not only fighting to survive until tomorrow. Remember that we are not only fighting for our home and our family. We fight so that our spirit and strength leaves our mark of resilience on history. We fight so that our compassion and love burns for the countless soulfire that have been unjustly extinguished. And we fight so that our voices and stories reach even those who turn their ears from us. Never again shall we be unheard. "As we fight alongside those who outcast us, let today mark a change of heart fuelled by our valour and mercy. Let today mark the beginning of our new story in this brave new world.

"No more running. No more fear."

With a single chirp, a small sparrow, once afraid and naive, commands an entire army.

And the ever-shifting army of scales, furs, and feathers emerge from water, land, and sky onto the battlefield, fearless, led by their leader speeding to the front lines.

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Even though the finale was a grand-scale war, it didn't have actual combat! It was more like a movie-style display of scenes various characters were a part of (what can you do with 40+ players all present at once?). Players described what their PC did for each scene/location (hence Hrodwyn's speech).

So by Hrodwyn speeding to the front lines, I literally meant that they were speeding to the front lines on a mech that can transform into a fighter jet. I wrote a thing for that too -- my friend gave me the brilliant idea to bait everyone into thinking I was going to kill Hrodwyn off here, so of course I did that too.

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There is a single second of silence --

and Arctic Wings suddenly drops from the clouds. 

Bullets tear through metal as it falls, falling past and beyond the Enterprise force’s range. With one deft tug off the yoke, the jet’s nose picks up and it shoots up.A sharp beep. A missile has locked onto them. Hrodwyn grunts. Flight and fight becomes one. They twist the yolk, pull the lever, and push the brakes. CLICK-CLICK-HISS: the jet breaks from its upwards climb and hangs mid-air.

The sudden air pressure forces it into a tight spin the missile can’t keep up with. Hrodwyn guns down the enemy before gravity catches up to them. As refined as oil and machines can be, they are unparalleled to the Sparrow’s primal instinct of flight. Their training paid off, too.

Separated from the other Envoys, the Enterprise hunts the Sparrow. Eyes dart all over dials and screens. Sunfeathers. Too many for one Sparrow.

So Hrodwyn levels the playing field, pushing the yoke down.

Arctic Wings suddenly dives. The Enterprise follows.

Hrodwyn can hear the shriek of bullets, the gas of deployed missiles.

Alarms blare. Cold, unforgiving water approaches.

The sound of blasts, bullets, explosions: it’s too close to Hrodwyn.

But Hrodwyn is closer to where they want them

Arctic Wings suddenly levels mere metres above the rocky waves, skimming over its surface.

Sparrow instincts take over. Deftly touching, pulling, pushing the yoke, Hrodwyn whirls and spins across the water, like how they and their family sailed on the breeze of Hwytvid’s new ocean, at a blurry and nauseating rate.

But it can only do so much. They can only run so far.

HISS!

Hrodwyn breaks and the the Enterprise forces rush ahead, straight into Hrodwyn’s crosshairs. Cathe’s last message ringing in their head, Hrodwyn aims and presses a button.

“Eat this white ball, you benfaced slag of Yfeltron.”

An array of sparks, explosions, and flames atop the rocky sea.

Now in the clear, Hrodwyn swoops back up, soaring high above their home, and regroups with the other Envoys.

“My apologies for the slight delay. But I am here now!”

[strideofpride]

random ask for when you’re in the mood: if you had both the opportunity and inclination to readapt the original gossip girl for today’s audience, what elements of the core characters would you alter, and which ones would you make sure to preserve? are there aspects of certain characters you’d want to give more or less emphasis as compared to the way they were presented in the original show?

(for context, this thought experiment came to me because i was thinking about how if anyone ever did reboot the original gossip girl today and weren’t writing dan as gg, they’d have to figure out how to present the non-gossip-girl-dan to an audience that’s primed to be skeptical/distrustful of him based on the choices of the cw series - in a way that the cw series obviously didn’t have to contend with when adapting the novels. this made me think more broadly about how characterization choices in newer adaptions of old material end up being influenced by the way pop culture has come to conceptualize a character - even if that’s contrary to the original intention of the text)

Hmmmmm. Honestly, I don't think you actually need to change much tbh? Like I think there's a reason people are still so obsessed with the OG Gossip Girl and that's cause the character archetypes of everyone really hold up and stand the test of time. I really would just update some cultural references maybe like:

Jenny is on fashion tiktok and always doing OOTDs and that kind of stuff, has a big following already as a freshman

Serena was super instafamous before going dark when she disappeared off to boarding school

Thanks to social media, Blair is an *excellent* anonymous hater/cyberbully lol. Like if GG is on insta like in the reboot, she probably has like five different accounts to comment mean stuff under gg posts lol

Vanessa is on Film Twitter and has a ton of letterboxd followers

Chuck definitely posts revenge porn cause he still sucks :(

Nate also has a large insta following but he mainly just posts blurry selfies and earnest stories congratulating his favorite sports teams lol

Dan probably is super online, maybe he has his own substack where his only followers are his dad and Vanessa, and then when he starts dating Serena, it takes off.

If I was making this version of GG, I would keep the focus mainly on Serena, Blair, and Dan, like they originally started with. Although I would like to see a real attempt made at the Blairernate triangle made as well, cause I know it's such an important aspect of the books. I would keep Chuck a villain, kinda like Georgina, where he just brings chaos. You could still do 107-113 c/hair, just none of the soapy melodrama from the later seasons. Based off the way most of the Euphoria audience reacted to Nate Jacobs, I'm hopeful that people would be less likely to romanticize this version of Chuck. Hell, maybe it's even like the guy from Do Revenge, where he does performative feminism now to try to get girls idk.

And then re: the whole Dan being GG thing...I don't really care what the audience thinks because in my version no one is GG and it will never be revealed lol. I honestly think it's a no win situation too, because the OG writers have straight up admitted they didn't decide on Dan as GG until s6 and there are so many instances in the show where it's literally impossible for Dan to be GG but yet there are still people who take it seriously so...

[aspl1tl1fe]

Back in June I shared a text post that explained the chaotic way I came to set up a secret party lot for a Spring Festival bash in my Isla Paradiso save. That chaos resulted in the creation of multiple histories of the archipelago’s formation as an explanation for two separate simultaneous spring celebrations. The first and official celebration, based on the colonizer’s (Central Islanders) version of history, and the second, unofficial celebration, based on the colonized people’s (Little Sister Residents) history.

The costumes from the first celebration, along with some historical details on the participants I also began sharing in June. Those costumes, unfortunately do not appear in the official A Farming Town: Tropical Vacation story, but I felt the lore I created around them would help explain some of the politics on the islands that play out in the story. Today, I wanted to begin sharing costumes from the second celebration, as well as CAS swimwear edits that do appear in the final story. Ironically, the level of detail regarding the history of these costumes are not as concrete in my mind as the previous. I suspect that is because I have more experience with systems based off histories similar to the ‘official’ one in this save. Trying to imagine something totally different from that would have taken me way more time, so I worked my vagueness into the plot.

Above is a group shot featuring several NPC’s employed at Cruzita’s Grocery and Diner. They are of course edits that I completely made over during initial game set up. From left to right we have: Angelina Copola, Darrelynn James, Carmelo Broussard, Azalia Nuzetti, Yesenia Almira, and Domingo Owens.

I decided to share this group shot first, not just because it’s actually the first screencap I took while preparing for this festival, but because I thought the shot would very quickly show the variety of styles colors, and color combinations of the Isla Paradiso Little Sister natives' spring celebration costumes. While all costumes feature mermaid scale make up, the same pattern on their sarongs, and similar gender related details (crowns for women/girls, and stolen bird feather fans for men/boys) the lack of uniformity is both meant to represent a kind of lack of hierarchy in the way they historically governed themselves, and a level of lost cultural heritage.

According to the oral traditions, the original people were merfolk (I of course built this on some of the mermaid stuff from the game pack), who mostly resided in the waters taking up residence on the island clusters during certain time cycles. These people did not have a stratified system in which they organized themselves, instead equally valuing one’s contribution or lack their of (as existence is also a contribution) to the collective. Unlike the Central Islanders, the lengths and colors of their skirts, type or cut of one’s top, does not mark one’s status. These things simply make reference to profession, location within the archipelago, household, history, ect.

The Little Sister residents’ celebration is also reflective of a more loose culture. Instead of an official parade, or highly organized event, their celebration consists of a series of parties that starts on the Little Sister and then culminates at the ruins on a much smaller, pretty much forgotten (by me mostly, lol) island.

Next week, I will begin posting some household shots featuring Little Sister costumes. These will of course include a bit more on costume details and the choices I made when dressing these sims.

Happy Simming everyone!

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Daily Log 4

Trying out (probably just temporarily) making short daily-ish notes about things, in an attempt to see if it helps me be more reflective or productive lol.

Activities: Woke up late because I went back to sleep with a headache briefly, then kind of struggled to focus all day ToT

Worked more on the aforementioned tapestry/painting type of thing. I've done the base layer of painting for the main image, now I'm lining in darker outlines. I wanted to finish the center art before getting into the intricate borders. Still haven't translated the text lol..

Made a small bowl and also a little box with a lid out of more avocado pits. Still just with random nail cuticle tool things and kitchen knives, as I don't have proper carving tools.

Finished editing and proofreading the new poll adventure post!! I don't have time to post it tonight because I need to get to sleep early but.. I have it Completely 100% Ready.. finally..

Also washed the clothes I got together yesterday. Called about the bloodwork. Sent an email to a doctor.

Reviewed some writing documents to get back into my game maybe?? (basically, I started working on a visual novel type game a few years ago, decided it was a huge project so kind of put it on the backburner for a while in favor of things that were more easily finishable/tangible. then later on a game website I play (similar to neopets or something, there are collectable little creatures, etc.) there was an opportunity for me to design a pet on site, so I made a smaller shorter visual novel centered around that, where people on the site have to play the game in order to earn the pet, and I have a google form for them to answer a few short questions about it. All of the feedback is quite positive (reached 200 responses a while ago! though still only like 4 comments on the itch.io page lol.. Mandatory Form vs. Optional Comments evil showdown), but sometimes I get commentary that's really enthusiastic and inspires me to start back working on the OTHER bigger game. The small game was kind of like, a proof of concept that was safe because I had a guaranteed audience, that has helped me gain more insight for the larger one.

Anyway, since I've abandoned the Main Large Game for so long, I have to re-read and review/probably rewrite A LOT of things just to pick it back up again as A Thing I'm Actively Working On, so it's another one of those tasks that I do maybe 45 minutes of and then realize it's going to take days and days and get discouraged lol..

Notable sights: Saw two cats in windows. No clovers. It rained a little today but I didn't get to go outside and see it. One of the pieces of asparagus in the fridge was like the size of a carrot, comically overgrown downright ridiculous looking asparagus. Maybe I'll get taller after eating it.

Goals moving forward: Consistent sleep schedule. Focus on social activities, finding new friends in the places I want to move, communicating with ones I have. Physical therapy exercises. Plant nasturtiums. Finish and upload videos, edit costume pictures & etc.

Notable foods: ASPARAGUS AGAIN BABEY.. yeaAAAAGHHH asparagus squad !!!!!!