#but anyway yes this has been so fun to write!

[selenezq]

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I've been working on writing some of my favorite tropes, and so I present this classic with a more adult spin.

Alastor x reader

Reader is AFAB

CW: drinking, smut, semi public fooling around, penetration, fingering, truth or dare trope

Edited by the wonderfully talented @the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes

Truth or Dare

It had been a successful day for the hotel; there were no attacks, no bickering, and everyone—including Alastor—is in a splendid mood. He is three glasses of rye deep, a rare and unusual occurrence that has you drinking some yourself. Bringing your glass to your lips, you let the amber liquid coat your tongue, tasting the bitter drink before swallowing it down. 

Charlie had suggested one of her team building exercises so after everyone had consumed a few celebratory drinks, it was suggested that to ‘bond’ everyone play truth or dare. She is currently vibrating excitedly next to Vaggie on the floor. You are sitting in a chair across from the couch Angel Dust reclines on, his long legs sprawled across the sofa comfortably. At the bar sits Husk, who hadn't even bothered with a glass and is nursing what remains of the bottle. 

"Let's start with you toots: truth or dare?" Angel Dust asks you with a salacious eyebrow waggle. 

"I'll choose truth." You say, not wanting to even know what the spider demon would make you do for a dare. 

"Do ya have a crush on anyone in this room?" Angel shamelessly asks you, sending a pleased-with-himself smirk your way. 

You were instantly filled with regret for agreeing to play this silly game as you bashfully admitted, "Yes." You fail to notice the way Alastor's ears perked up, eager to hear what you had to say. 

"Ooh who is it; who is it?" Angel asks eagerly. Alastor tries his best to remain neutral, and not give away how desperate he was to know your answer. He grips his drink tighter in his hand. 

"Ah, that's technically two questions." You interject, unwilling to divulge that information. "I get to ask someone now." You say, relieved to change the subject. Angel slumps a little, deflated. 

"Husk, truth or dare?" You ask sweetly, shooting him a pleading look that he ignores. 

"I ain't playin’ that stupid game." Husk replies gruffly, going behind the bar and shuffling alcohol bottles around in an attempt to look busy. 

Opting not to take Husk's unwillingness to heart, you try again. "What about you, Charlie? Truth or dare?" You ask the princess with a smile. 

"Ooh, truth." She says with a colossal amount of enthusiasm. Vaggie, seated on the floor next to her, shooting Charlie a supportive smile. 

Pausing momentarily to think of a good question, you open your pretty mouth and inquire, "Who is your favorite person at the hotel?" You shift back against the couch as you wait for her answer. 

"Oh gosh, I have so much love in my heart for each and every one of you, I couldn't possibly begin to pick a favourite." Charlie answers diplomatically, flashing everyone in the room a genuine smile. "So it's my turn to ask someone?" Charlie asks no one in particular. 

"Yes, that's right babe." Vaggie answers her with a lovesick grin. 

"Okay, Angel truth or dare?" Charlie says to the porn star excitedly. 

"Oh definitely a dare." Angel Dust responds with an obscene tone to his voice as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. 

"I dare you, to tell me a secret you want to tell me." Charlie declares guilelessly. 

"What the hell kind of dare is th—" a glare from Vaggie has Angel trailing off, unwilling to continue his train of thought. Clearing his throat he begins to answer honestly, "One time I took three centaur dicks up the ass at the same time." A chorus of groans is heard around the room at his statement. "That's that triple penetration act—" unable to finish as he's interrupted by Vaggie.

"Alright, it's your turn to ask someone else now." She says in a no nonsense voice. 

"Ah fine, ya lot are no fun anyways. What about you, Smiles? Ya playin’?" Angel asks Alastor. 

"I suppose I could indulge you all by joining this frivolous activity." Alastor remarks with a self-satisfied tone to his radio-filtered voice. 

Gleefully Angel asks him, "Truth or Dare?" 

"For the entertainment value, I will pick the dare." The Radio Demon responds, bringing his glass of rye to his lips. With a large gulp, he finishes what was left in his drink. 

"I dare you come over here and kiss her." Angel declares with a delighted smirk as he points his finger at the chair you are seated on, at you. You let out a surprised ‘Oh,’ as you felt a blush creep its way up your neck and blossom across your face.

Alastor wants to gnash his teeth, but keeps his usual smile in place. That imbecilic, crude, meddling spider and his idiotic dare. It’s too late to back down now. He has to follow through with it, or look weak. He makes his way over to you, where you are seated in the aforementioned chair, watching him with wide, innocent eyes, your lovely features arranged in a surprised smile that you beam up at him as he leans over you. 

"This is something I've been meaning to do anyway, my dear." Alastor says smugly before leaning close enough to you that his hot breath fans across your face. You look up at him, that pretty blush still spreading across your cheeks. "Close your eyes." The command falls from his lips, leaving no room for you to disobey. 

Once your eyes are closed, he leans closer. You feel his hot breath caressing your face, then the sensation of his lips on yours. They move in tune with Alastor's growing desire. It's deep and demanding. There's a sense of urgency to it, as if he is running out of time and he has yet to get his fill of you. He needs to kiss you. He needs to touch you everywhere, needs to hear all those little sounds he just knows you would make. 

Breaking the kiss off before it can become any more heated, Alastor pulls back, seemingly unaffected, his usual smirk in its rightful place. The only sign he was affected in any way is the rise and fall of his chest as he pants slightly. You can also see the faint outline of a massive, hardened, cock in his pants when you flutter your eyes open. Alastor looks down at you, his growing smile sending shivers throughout your body. You feel carnal pleasure in knowing you have pleased him somehow. Returning to his seat as if nothing has happened, he crosses his legs, willing the tent in his pants to go away. 

The room falls into a shocked hush as the ringing in your ears starts. All of their chattering voices blend together and you know you need a moment to cool down. Walking on autopilot to the door, you exit, ignoring anything anyone might be saying to you. 

Not really knowing where to go or what to do, you try to take some deep breaths and let your feet guide you where they will. You end up in the dining room, gathering plates, flatware, and glasses from dinner, then make your way to the kitchen, where you put them in the sink, one at a time, as you let your mind drift elsewhere. When you’re done, you stand there for a moment, hands empty, and don’t even notice as Alastor slips into the room behind you.

Stealthily, he prowls over, his sights locked onto you: his prey, the object of his possessive desires. You're zoned out, thinking about how wonderful Alastor's kiss was earlier and don't even notice as he slips up behind you, pushing you down and pressing your beautiful face into the cold counter. You let out an adorable squeak as you struggle, not realizing who is holding you down. 

"Be still, dear." Alastor instructs you authoritatively. Instantly stilling in his hold, a faint blush spreads warmly across your body as you feel his cock harden against your ass.  With his eyes glowing red hungrily, his lips find your neck and artfully mark your skin, teeth sinking in hard enough to send blood rushing to the surface. Alastor laps greedily at the blood that falls from your neck. His clawed hand finds its way up your skirt, grazing your clit through the lacy material of your panties.

 "What if someone walks in?” You protest weakly, truthfully not really caring as long as he doesn't stop. 

"Then they would know you belong to me, pet." Alastor remarks darkly, obsessively. "Besides, I can whisk us away safely, if it is required. Don't you trust me to protect you?" He asks, feigning hurt in his voice. 

"I do trust you, Alastor." You reply immediately, with no hesitation. At your words you feel him push a large finger into your wet cunt, causing you to choke back a loud moan. Your walls grip the digit desperately as he pumps it lazily in and out of you. The fact that you could get caught at any moment is heavy on your mind, only adding to the thrill of his hand in and on your most vulnerable and sensitive flesh. 

He adds a second finger, stretching your pussy deliciously, and you bite down on your own arm to keep from crying out. He moves the two inside you, curling them in a way that has you moaning into your arm. It feels so wrong and yet so right, as his hands work you into a fervored frenzy, bent over the kitchen counter. He pulls his fingers out of you, eliciting a protesting whine from your lips. Bringing them to his mouth, he sucks your juices off them. 

Suddenly, you hear voices heading towards the kitchen and panic slightly. You try to sit up, but he holds you down firmly. Before you even have time to think about anything else, he has you falling down into his shadows, and then just as quickly back up in a room you realize can only be Alastor's. "Tsk tsk, dear; did you truly think I'd let anyone see you in such a state? That should be a sight for my eyes only." He says, staring at you with a heated gaze. 

Alastor brings his mouth back to your neck, kissing the wound he made earlier lightly. His lips ghost down your neck, causing you to shiver in his arms. With a firm grip, he bends you over once again—this time over the mattress. His claw comes up to the flimsy piece of fabric covering your wet warmth. A precise swipe of his taloned hand has your panties shredded, falling off you to the ground. He takes a moment to admire your form, spread out and ready for him. 

Quickly undoing his trousers, he pulls his swollen, weeping manhood out. Stepping closer to you, he places both hands on your hips and positions himself at your entrance, letting his hardness rub lightly against your folds. “Please fuck me, Alastor. Please, I need you inside of me.” You beg, unable to wait even a second longer to feel his large, girthy, cock filling you up. 

"Who am I to deny the request of such a beautiful darling?" He responds, pushing himself into you, sheathing his hardness inside of your tight, warm walls. You let out an obscene moan as you feel him stretching you out almost painfully. "It's me you have a crush on isn't it, pet; I want to hear you say it." Alastor demands. 

He halts the movement of his hips, stilling inside of you at your hesitation to answer. With a whine you relent and confess, "Yes, it's you; I can't help it." At your answer he grins and thrusts harshly into you. You cry out in ecstasy as you feel the tip of him hit right against your sensitive cervix. Seeing the look of pleasure on your stunning face, he repeats the motion. 

This continues for a while, and he brutally fucks you into the mattress. The bed frame hits the wall over and over from the force of his hips snapping into yours. The wet slapping of skin reverberates throughout the room as you feel him hit just the right spot inside of you. He brings his hand up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, stroking at the same frenzied pace. 

"Ah, ah, don't stop, please." You plead as you feel tension building towards your climax. It feels so unbelievably good as his enormous hardness pumps in and out of your sopping cunt vigorously as his fingers work in tandem on your swollen clit. 

"That's it, be a good girl and cum on my cock." He coos enticingly. You feel something in you snap and you fall apart in the best way with a loud cry, waves of pleasure crashing over you and coursing through your body. Pushing your limp body down further into the mattress, he chases his own release, his movements wild and erratic now. You can feel him twitch inside you before he shoots his hot seed into your willing pussy with a growl. You feel his cum splatter forcefully against your walls. "You're mine now, my dear." He tells you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek. 

Both of you spent, you lay with your bodies intertwined like this for a while before Alastor eventually pulls himself out of you and steps away. Heading into the bathroom, he grabs a washcloth and wets it, before bringing it out to gently wipe up the mess seeping down your leg.  Bringing the rag up to wipe himself as well, he flings it across the room, then lays down on the bed beside you. Alastor pulls you into his arms tenderly, peppering your hair and forehead with doting kisses. In a post-orgasmic bliss, you slip peacefully into slumber, feeling safe in his arms.

[fruitybowl]

Okay okay so I'm gonna be talking about something I don't normally talk about but I just need to ramble.

The way the She Ra fandom treats the show (specifically the part that's obsessed with the horde kids) is really weird. Like look...would I have liked to see more of the horde kids? Yes absolutely. I think their relationship with each other and Adora could have been interesting to explore but I'm okay they didn't. Because guess what? The show isn't about them. The way people talk about the horde kids makes it seem like they were integral parts of the story that weren't utilized effectively, but they weren't at all??? Like they're barely in the show apart from a few few minute cameos in some episodes or just in the background, and that one episode in season 4 where they had a B plot. That's about it. They are not nearly as important to the story as Adora, Catra, Bow and Glimmer, and even Hordak. The reason the show doesn't focus on Adora's relationship with the horde kids is because her relationship with Catra is the focus! And arguably the most important relationship in the show. And onto the treatment of Kyle in the show and by the creators. Yes I think Kyle deserves better and a break, but I think people are being a little dramatic when talking about him. Now again, Kyle is not exploring as in-depth as the other characters so I don't think it's fair to give his treatment by the show and writers the same weight as said characters. I truly don't believe that the treatment of Kyle reflects on how the writers are as people I just don't 😂. Yes he's a punching bag...but almost every show has one. Now if he was as prominent in the story as Adora or Catra and was still treated the same then I would be concerned. But that's if they poked fun at parts of his character that were formed from abuse, and I don't believe they would do that. If Kyle was part of the cast they would have written him with the same amount of care that they did with the other characters. I have a hard time believing the same people that wrote Catra, one of the most complex and interesting characters in the show, would treat Kyle's story with any less care because he's a scrawny white guy (and yes I have seen people make the argument that Kyle is treated so harshly by the writers because he's white which is...quite ridiculous in my opinion.)

People also seem to forget how BIG the main cast is. There are already so many characters to explore that it would have been very hard for them to explore the horde kids more than just surface level. It would have made the show too busy in my opinion. And ONCE AGAIN the horde kids are not the main characters, so we shouldn't expect them to be treated like it. If you want the horde kids to be explored.more, then read fanfiction...or write it yourself.

Anyway I'm done rambling now. If you have anything else to add to this then feel free to. I'd be happy to discuss this more

[becauseimanicequeen]

(I'm writing this after painting for 10 hours straight, so I hope it makes some sense, lol.)

I've been thinking a lot about My Stand-In while painting today, and how I have different expectations of this story than some comments I've seen here and some reactions I've watched on YouTube (I've learned my lesson to avoid MDL like the plague, so I, fortunately, have no idea what's going on there). But I especially thought about why I don't particularly mind some of the things that have happened or haven't been addressed in the series so far. And I realized it's just a part of who I am and what I'm used to.

As someone who was raised on Days of Our Lives (which is weird because I'm not American), I don't mind things like the kidnapping or the transmigration in My Stand-In (and that the transmigration might never be addressed or explained).

I mean, I'm used to kidnappings, people being possessed, and long, lost, dead people coming back to life. That's just a normal Tuesday.

I don't need a revenge plot to be satisfied with the series. I don't even want a revenge plot (it would be very out of character for Joe). Fortunately, I'm pretty sure this isn't the story they want to tell.

Furthermore, in my opinion (colored by being raised in the delulu land of DOOL), I don't even need the transmigration to be addressed or explained for me to enjoy the series. I don't need Joe's feelings about what it's like for his soul to live in a new body. I don't need him to deal with the repercussions of being in a new body (that might not even be the story they want to tell). I don't need any of that because I'm used to ludicrous shit (especially the fun ludicrous shit). And I'm used to ludicrous shit that doesn't always get addressed or explained.

(I get that not everyone was raised on DOOL, and good for you if you weren't. So if you need to have the transmigration addressed, that's great. Be disappointed if it isn't. You have every right to be. Don't mind me and my ridiculous soap opera preferences.)

That's not to say that My Stand-In is ludicrous, because it isn't. It's a pretty normal story for someone like me who was raised on soap operas (and whose tolerance for ludicrous stuff is pretty high).

I mean, even if Joe is kidnapped for the umpteenth time and kept in a golden cage (yes, Stefano and Marlena, I'm looking at you), I'll have a blast with it. But I'm pretty sure this will never happen in My Stand-In.

Even if May has drugged Tong to get herself pregnant with his child (and that being the reason they get married) only to find out years later that it's actually his brother's child (btw, does Tong even have a brother?) (Yes, Sami, Austin, and Lucas, I'm looking at you.), I'll have a blast with it. But I'm pretty sure this will never happen either.

And even if Ming's dad turns out to be a Stefano DiMera-esque character and Sol turns out to be Joe's half-brother (because shit like that is normal in delulu Salem), I'll have a blast with it. But, again, I'm pretty sure this will never happen.

My Stand-In is no soap opera (unfortunately). But I enjoy the heck out of it as it is right now anyway. And I would enjoy the heck out of it even if it became completely ludicrous.

The only thing that disappoints me at this point is that Joe 2.0 doesn't even have white eyes even though he's possessed by another person's soul... (Yes, Marlena, I'm looking at you again.)

On a more serious note, though (let's see if I can pull this off, lol).

Based on what I've seen so far (and since I'm only on chapter 41 in the novel, which is around the end of the 4th episode, I don't know much else about the source material), I feel like the story they want to tell us is more about Joe's role as a stand-in in all the different parts of his life, about how unfair life can be, about grief, second chances, and an obstinate refusal to giving up.

I still don't think they will give us a revenge plot. I feel like the farthest they will go is for Joe to resist Ming and make him grovel for as long as possible (as he should!). They might address parts of the transmigration later. But, again, that's not really important to me.

I'm more interested in Joe mourning his old body/life rather than figuring out how his new body works. But that's just me.

I'm more interested in Ming losing his shit in his grief, repeating old patterns, and (hopefully) breaking those patterns when he gets his shit together. But that's just me.

I'm more interested in the chaos (more catfighting between Ming and Sol, please). But that's just me.

Hell, give me more of the blind shaman, who evidently sees clearer than Ming does (why did that idiot take off the glasses he wore before he left the country?! He clearly needs them...). He is more interesting to me than whatever Joe might be feeling being in a new body. Please, oh wise man, tell me more about what you see! And speak in riddles because I love a good old mindfuck. But, again, that's just me.

If a golden cage shows up or Joe 2.0's eyes start to change color or children show up claiming random people as their parents, I will probably start talking about how ludicrous this series is (but I'll still have such a fucking blast with it). This will never happen, though, because My Stand-In isn't a soap opera.

Do I need My Stand-In to be more unhinged to enjoy it? No, because I already enjoy it as it is. Do I mind if it gets into ludicrous territory? Absolutely not. I'm raised on that shit.

My Stand-In can practically throw whatever it wants at me (or not) and I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride. Because I already do.

(Btw, I Googled the cage in DOOL and I can't believe I remember that it was golden! That storyline was from 1996?! I was around 10 years old when I watched that shit (since my country was 3-4 years behind in the release of the episodes). It must've made a real impact on me, lmfao! Also, I love that when Supernatural fans raved about Jensen Ackles, I just knew him as Eric Brady, lol!)

[the-kingshound]

Warning inane ramble incoming, it’ll probably be annoying I apologize. (*_ _)人 I spent the last several days reading every post here. I managed to convince myself to start liking some (sorry about that I’m sure it was annoying to get all those notifications) I have this weird thing where I get nervous about liking older posts cuz I mean it’s been a long time and it’s unprompted so that’s weird right? It feels weird like I’m doing something wrong or I’m being annoying, I considered reblogging too but somehow that felt worse? Sorry I am not good with social rules they confuse me both on and offline Idk my brain is wrong and I’m just a nervous socially anxious snail. (＞﹏＜)

Anyways just wanted to gush about how much I love it here and I’m never leaving (´꒳`) ♡ First and foremost Yniol has a special place in my heart they will forever be my favorite bestie (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*), yes I am biased as my partner is grey and though they don’t play IFs they were thrilled to learn about your character! Also your writing is just phenomenal, your fans are fun and creative, your characters give such warm and positive energy I love them so much they’re perfect, the inclusivity is such chefs kiss ( ´ з `) 🤌🏻✨, the angst is delicious, the fluff is so sweet and comforting, the spice is ... very blush-worthy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). This has been a journey I laughed, I cried, I giggled, and I blushed and I have enjoyed every bit of it from pasta discourse to Moldien cult wars to Arthur bunnies, I’ve had the most wonderful time. Now my mind is gonna be filled with Arthurian stuff for months my maladaptive daydreaming is having the time of its life I have a road trip next week and I’m so looking forward to just staring out a window for 6+hours while my Hound's just alternating daydream adventures with the cast o(≧▽≦)o. Also speaking of your amazingly wonderful, sweet, and supportive cast I have decided my (though I love them all) favorite poly pairings are Arthur/Morien and whole crew polycule I’d sell my soul for those but I 100% understand why you can’t really do that. I don’t think I have the endurance in me to code a single poly no matter how much I wish it so the fact you’re doing any let alone several is just god tier you are awe inspiring.

Alas I have rambled far far to much I wish I could be more eloquent in expressing just how much I enjoyed experiencing all of this but for now this is the best I can do (╥ω╥). Thank you for sharing your wonderful work it’s truly a gift to experience. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ I wish you wealth, health, and all the best in all your creative endeavors. -🐌

No, please please do not apologize. You made my entire week <3 This ask is straight up going into the folder where i keep my motivation to write and to be just a little proud of my work, thank you so so much for sending it.

For anyone having the same thoughts about liking or reblogging old posts: please do it. When I see the notifications, get very giddy and pleased, and I hope you are enjoying the food. Liking, and especially reblogging things, even more so if you add tags and reactons, not only fills me with glee but it also reminds me of old asks that I want to reblog again for new followers. So yeah, I love it, please feel free to go on a liking/reblogging spree!

You are so relatable for the maladaptive daydreaming (this game was absolutely born out of my own mental movies), I wish I could speed up the writing and editing for the next update so you can read it while you travel but I'm afraid it's a lost cause (I have been working on things, even now, but I am currently rewriting like half of it and while it is way better it takes sooo much time and energy). Knowing my characters and story are in someone's thoughts it the best kind of reward I need. I will never likely monetise this game, so this is the thing I wish to leave people with, and I hope the characters can be comforting and keep you company <3

You have no idea how much I would love to write the full polycule... maybe one day :,) But don't lose hope for the Arthur/Morien poly yet, as I decided to cancel the Gwyar/Morien poly and now I have a potentially free slot. In any case, awww, please know that this ask made me so happy today and will be in my thoughts as tkh is in yours.

Please have a lovely day and a lovely week and also a very lovely trip! Thank you again so so much!!

[kosmicdream]

im confident enough to post FFAK, which has anal prolapse, but i dont post the true drama....... my opinions about manga. *dramatic music* sometimes i kinda want to do some reviews.. its mostly me complaining.. it makes me sound so bitter like "do you like anything kosmic!" and..yes ! i do!!! okay!! i like a lot of things. once in a while, i dip my toes into a popular series to try to see if we are a good fit. Series like: Beastars, Dorohedoro, Dungeon meshi,ect.. and i kind. well. I dont like any of them LMAO. I mean, Ok, i actually really was into Beastars for a time, but after the fight with the bear guy (its been a few years sorry) and that story arc concluded.. it just spiraled to laughable levels and did not recover. I was genuinely laughing at it at times bc it kind of felt like a desperate scramble with the like. loopholes and power upgrades.. But I was invested for a time, it had a charm to me! I also loved the art and im curious about the authors next series about santa (partly because i too, am writing a story about santa). Dorohedoro has a great visual style, fun characters, i enjoyed reading but it also kinda didnt ...land for me beyond that, which is a shame. I feel like it is a series that "should" have clicked with me. And its like, not offensive to me but.. I'll forget that ive read the whole thing. I like STUFF in it. but thats not enough for me anymore. If i had read it when i was younger tho, it might have been a diff story. idk. My most unpopular opinion of all is that... I hated Dungeon Meshi.. Sure its ..pretty! cute designs. but i found it SO painfully boring and it actually was a struggle to finish. in the end, it felt like a waste of time.. SHOCKING take i know. That is the darling of everyones heart and i like, understand WHY its popular. .. but for me, i was not fed by anything. i am unfed and starved and going to eat elsewhere oh, and i.. as a person who has read a lot of fighting mangas.. I have tried to read chainsaw man, but i dont know if I can. I did finish Fire Punch. I'm surprised to say: i kinda liked it but it took a long time to force myself to read thru it. I honestly hated many aspects of Fujimoto's storytelling/character acting that i didn't think my opinion on it would change, but I'm a little more open to it now. I dont think i could ever super be into it or whatever, but i did find genuine enjoyment in aspects of fire punch. I did not really like look back. I haven't read his other one shot(s)? Where am i going with all this..I guess im giving some unrequested reviews after all...oops... a lot of this is spurred by how houseki no kuni is one of my most fav series, not only visually/characters/story/ect.. but i cant lie.... the ending... was kind of a flop for me... gorgeous and poetic ig sure but.. AUGH! it isnt what i wanted. maybe it'll be one of those "it'll grow on me" endings but thats mostly me having to go thru the 5 stages of personal grief and gaslight myself into it, but as the like actual honest first-reaction feeling it kinda lost me. I think it did not work when i felt the confrontation btwn phos/cinnabar wasn't the one i wanted to see. i will say tho, while im dissapointed, its not like a DEEP one or anything. I know its a miracle to even get to an ending.. i guess my take away feeling from it was like "everything fit together too well, too planned" but didnt feel planned, emotionally. I wasn't sold on it. Anyway, im here to speak my truth and my hot takes which, i honestly dont even want to have that one about HnK but its the real feeling i have for it.. Once again Utena's ending just has made all these other issues i have with various stories more obvious LOL

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Please tell me more about tedmort as teens if you could!

Play along with my wip ask game here!

Hi Babs! I would LOVE to!

So I was going through my drafts a few weeks back and found this silly idea I had years ago for that scene in My Girl where Thomas Jay and Vada are practicing kissing on their arms that I wrote for another fandom. I really liked the idea but wanted it Tedmort, so I wrote it….

And somehow it went from two shy eleven year olds to 17 year olds spending their last summer together before senior year. This really jump started a lot of my headcanons and ideas for a full-blown high school au (which is kind of in the works, in a variety of ways!) in which Teddy and Mort grew up together and went to school with Bob and Linda. Had to fiddle with ages a little for that one but eh, I don’t really mind!

So this is just a little oneshot, where Teddy asks Mort with help with his budding relationship with Denise by giving him some very platonic, not at all weird kissing lessons. Where he gets the idea that Mort, the weird goth kid who’s never had a girlfriend in his life, who plans pretend funerals for fun, would have any sort of experience with this, nobody knows. But it kind of turns into a whole thing; Teddy sharing a bit about his home life and how he’d like to go into the Navy after school and Mort having a hard time articulating how much he’ll actually miss Teddy if he does. Plus, there’s a bit of a coming out scene (Mort) and it’s very sweet.

The thing is, this au sort of contradicts with a few of my previous headcanons for the characters and their lives but to tell an interesting story, I think it’s alright. It’s an AU after all. I could probably ramble on all day (and I have rambled on for…probably 17 minutes in a voice memo?) on my version of Teddy in this AU and his relationship to his parents, specifically his dad. It’s not necessarily how I think his childhood went in canon, but it’s been fun!

Here’s a teaser because I have no self-control with not sharing things I’m excited about writing:

Teddy didn’t know what else to say, so he cracked a joke, “So what I’m hearing is…I’ve kissed more girls than you.”

Mort rolled his eyes, reaching over to shove Teddy’s shoulder, “You kissed the Genarro sisters.”

“You kissed Gordon Bosco!” Teddy exclaimed and Mort wrapped his arms protectively around his knees, looking very small.

“So?” He mumbled, finally catching Teddy’s eyes. He held his gaze for a long time, before asking quietly, “Does that bother you?”

“No, of course not,” Teddy said honestly, shaking his head. “Why would it bother me?”

“Because…”

“Come on, Mort, you know me better than that. So what, you kissed Gordy. Was he any good?”

“I dunno, I guess.” Mort shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. Teddy nodded, unsure what to say now. He wanted to ask when, how it happened…why. Had Mort started it or did Bosco? Was Mort…like that or was he just messing around.

He couldn’t help his curiosity, though he didn’t want to offend Mort. Touching a hand to Mort’s arm, he flashed Mort a small grin. “You kissed more boys than me.”

“What?” Mort said incredulously, leaning away from Teddy. “What is wrong with you?”

Teddy could tell he was holding back a grin and he chuckled, “It’s true! I’ve never kissed any boys. And you’ve kissed one…I mean, just one, right?”

“Uh…” Mort blushed and Teddy’s eyes went wide.

“You’re holding out on me, Mort! Guess I really did pick the right guy for kissing practice.”

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

[beatcroc]

there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

[ruvviks]

All That's Left follows two journalists and their friends in post-apocalyptic United States as they travel from the fallen east coast megalopolis Opportunity back to Los Angeles, crossing through a harsh wasteland overrun with zombies— only to find out that there is a lot more life left than what the protected cities want them to believe. On their journey they meet dozens of people living their lives as peaceful as possible away from military forces, corporations, and corrupt governments; and they learn that the same mutated ghouls that took down Opportunity are spreading rapidly through the country, destroying everything in their path. Will this finally be the end of the world as we know it?

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

[elvensemi]

Been working my ass off on a double length update for the premier of A Place Among the Stars, my original sci-fi... debut? I guess? In that it's my debut into sci-fi. Guys I've worked so hard on it hhhhh I hope people like it. There will be some teaser art coming out soon-ish.

It'll be releasing April 28th thru Patreon.

In May, I'll also be releasing a free ebook that contains the first few chapters from each of my stories, to allow you to sample Khajit's wares (is that joke too dated). Once it drops, please feel free to download it and also send it to every single group chat you're in that has a book recommendation channel lmao. Remember: you can't beat free!

[welcometogrouchland]

Anyway since they're apparently not going to go with the "Steph leading/babysitting a team of young heroes" book idea (pause for despair) I'd like to pitch MY idea for Steph: Steph gets back into playing piano (she already started doing so in Batgirls #18!) and ends up taking on a mystery related to the basement rock scene in Gotham (I know the underground concert game there is INSANE absolutely prime serial killer territory)

[spaghett-onaplate]

a celebratory post: i have just experienced the most fruitful writing 24 hours of my entire life. at 3:30am last night, i started a new fic, wrote maybe 3k in the hours before I slept? continued the next evening at 5pm, and since then the document has reached the grand total of... 12.5k words!! :D

[burningblake]

ASH BEGINS TO FALL | A High School AU ↪ Ace and Nancy meet for the first time at Keen High, while he's still a senior and she a sophomore.

He doesn't notice her at first. Frankly, it looks like she'd rather not be noticed. Unless it is normal for sophomore girls to hide in the farthest corner of the library during class recess hours. He's arranging some of the students' returned books on shelf ZA when he finally catches a glimpse of her through a gap in the stacked tomes. And of course, he immediately recognizes her—The girl who made the volcano erupt.

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Excerpt:

He doesn't notice her at first. Frankly, it looks like she'd rather not be noticed. Unless it is normal for sophomore girls to hide in the farthest corner of the library during class recess hours. He's arranging some of the students' returned books on shelf ZA when he finally catches a glimpse of her through a gap in the stacked tomes. And of course, he immediately recognizes her—The girl who made the volcano erupt. 

Only now she's slumped against the wall, head buried between her elbows. And from the way her shoulders are trembling, he knows that she's crying. 

He hesitates at the adjacent aisle, his eyes rounding, as a surge of protectiveness waves through his chest. Ace doesn't understand it. Even though he does have a crush on her. But he's had many crushes in his seventeen years of life and he barely knows this girl for it to be any different. For the time being, though, he's willing to attribute it to the fact that he's a cop's son. Granted, former cop. But the protective instincts must be an inherited thing. 

He doesn't mean to check her out, the details rather register on their own. The way her jeans curve around her hips, and the green color of her top flatters her pale skin, and her unique shade of red hair curls around at the edges. 

For several seconds, he just stands there, arguing with the idea of going near her. It's obvious that she's chosen this setting for the chance to be alone. So the prudent thing to do is to grant her the space. 

He almost does that, tucking the books back into their gap, and turning away. But in his haste, he's done a lousy job of the placement. The volumes tumble back out. He barely has time to throw his hands out, as they cascade to the floor with noise—A thunderstorm would have probably been quieter. 

The girl raises her head with a soft gasp. 

"Who's there?" she demands, her voice clear and firm, despite its dampness. It almost sounds as though she expects something really scary to be there. 

Ace stumbles out to the start of her aisle, palms raised. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to disturb you."

Or maybe he did. Considering how his heart flutters at entering the radar of those sharp, perceptive eyes. She gapes at him quietly for a while, all red eyes and wet cheeks. And despite everything, he thinks that she looks adorable. 

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 19/20: I gave her a cloak. bitches love cloaks! (i'm bitches)

I also drew her staff! She has one, too :)

This nearly became Sorceress-Warlock Jacqueline from THIS AU. Didn't feel like drawing that fit tho so it's just regular canon Jacqueline, lol. (but picturing the scars and the eye patch she doesn't actually need but wears for the aesthetic was a FUN mental image at the beginning of the week! then the horrors persisted and I went WHO HAS THE SPOONS. NOT ME)

Drawing the whooshy cloak was fun. Colouring it was even MORE fun. I was going CRAZY last night trying to find a post I made where I described Jacqueline's staff?? I COULDN'T FUCKING FIND IT AND I S2G I READ IT THE OTHER DAY. LIKE EARLIER THIS WEEK. So hopefully my visual memory served me WELL and I don't find the post and go FUCKING EH at a later date, lol.

this scrimbly was very much a scrimbly lol. I think it took me like 10 minutes to doodle. I'm having a LOW ENERGY WEEK. Feelin burnt out af and dreading the weekend! Woo! Almost DIDN'T scrimbly! Thinking this week's little down spin is gonna push back Frostmas crossposting which is SUPER RUDE bc like. THE AESTHETIC. UPDATING ON THE UNLUCKY DAY. BOO!

RIGHT. DANI RANTS ASIDE, WANT SOME CS LORE/FACTS? BC I GOT SOME! WOO:

All four Frosts would pass the warlock test--the question is, do they fully embrace it? Fino does. Fiera does but like, second to the summer sprite training. Jack learns what's useful/what he wants/needs to. Jacqueline was FINE not warlocking, she's good with the snow, BUT Jack keeps nagging her to at LEAST take the test and when she passes it he's like c'mon. c'mon. warlock training. you know you want tooo I could teach youuuuu

She holds off for a VERY long time then gets schemey brain a couple of centuries down the line and goes for it. It's spoilery and I do want to keep this one close to my chest, BUT:

Essentially she learns that she has something someone needs/wants back and she can only do that by getting into the Warlock training! She uses this to try and bring two estranged people closer and when it doesn't go well she hits Jack up after hours and is like "so my plan is going. hmm. bad. let's start warlock training?" and Jack's like YEAH LET'S FUCKING GOOOO bc A) he told her so. B) he;s been wanting to get her started with the warlock biz for YEARS! AND out of ALL THE TEACHERS SHE'S COMING TO HIM (well. unofficially) and C) he is also enjoying the tea from her little scheme and about the two people in question, lol.

Anyway, enjoy the scrimble! Next week is some prohibition fun ft. Winter, I THINK. I'll have to check my notes 🤔🤔🤔

(and yes the heart clasp and pink in the staff are bc Dite)

[keeps-ache]

hehe. crackling

[afniel]

Maaaaaaaaaaaan, come on.

(the post has ended up in the tags btw. I am not changing this and I need you to understand that it is just me talking to myself semi-publicly)