#darker’ yet darker (memes)

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[mineashthetrash]

Gaster was talking about an eclipse the whole time guys. source trust me bro i was there

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Slip of The Tongue - Toge

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, smut,

A/n: back to make up for Kinktober day 6! Dubcon.

Word count: 1.5k

Read on ao3.

It had been a simple slip of the tongue, a mere faux pas, but the consequences had been explosive. 

“Fuck me,” Toge had said ― groaned more like, in frustration, promoted from his third loss at Mario kart against you. 

You turned toward him just in time to see his eyes widen, the realization of what he had done living there. 

Toge’s watery voice washed away all reason in your mind as you flung yourself at him, arms around his shoulders, and planted your lips over his. 

Toge had dipped under your weight, falling to the floor by his side as your hands plucked feverishly at his clothes. Toge had opened his mouth to gasp only to invite the aggressive wet of your tongue to brush and lap against his cursed one ― 

Your hands traveled south, curled around his belt ― 

Toge had torn his head away from you ―

“NO!”

The word, imbued with cursed energy, rippled over the room like a sonic wave. At his mercy, you froze. Toge's eyes darted across your face. His hands angled you back to your knees and off of him. 

The clouds obscuring your eyes waned. You blinked. 

“What?” Your brows creased. “What... What happened?”

Toge's answer came only in the hanging of his head as his hands shrunk away from your shoulders. You studied his face as realization came over yours. 

The last few seconds relayed in your mind. “Oh, god ― Toge, it’s okay ― I'm ―”

"Salmon." Toge scrambled to his feet and passed the door before you could halt him. 

You hadn't seen Toge since that fateful night, surely avoiding you. 

You sighed as your fingers dragged fog from your mirror. You knew he would blame himself. It was his fault; typically he knew better, the severity of the damage he could cause with a simple word always at the back of his mind. But three nights ago, he had 

You didn't care. You just wanted your friend back. 

“Does anyone know where he is?” You asked in the Jujutsu University lounge. 

Yuuta and Panda froze. Yuuta swallowed, toying with the hilt of his sword. 

“I ― um ― I don't know, (Y/n),” he said. 

You crossed your arms. “You're a bad liar, Yuuta.” 

“He's not lying,” Panda said. “Truth is, we haven't seen Toge in a few days. Not even a single text.”

You straightened your back. That was strange. Toge was a chatterbox in texts, what with it being the only safe way he could truly express himself. “What? Not even a meme?”

“Not one.” Panda shrugged. “He’s fine. I’m sure of it! You know how he can be sometimes.”

You would not be fooled, especially when you had an idea of where Toge had gone.

It was a place he and you had discovered and claimed for yourselves, one fateful evening exploring the city. 

The weight of Toge’s disappearance weighed on you as you approached the warehouse. Doubt and worry held your stomach taut. What if you were wrong? Maybe Toge hadn’t come here after all? 

You had to check. You walked inside, caution slowing every step. 

“Toge?” 

Quiet.

BANG

You startled; it was muffled, and most likely had come from several rooms over. You swallowed. You didn’t sense a curse ― not yet, anyway.

You followed the source of the sound, trembling down a series of stairs until you came to a lower, darker area of the abandoned warehouse. 

Sitting on the ground, faced away from you. 

“... Toge?” You murmured. You hardly had to ask; you knew.

Toge spun. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, as though sleep had eluded him for days.

“It’s okay …” You walked toward him. “Please, just tell me what happened ―”

He shot his arm out as he stumbled away from you.

“Toge, please ―”

He turned away. Vaguely, you wondered why he did not voice to stop you. Silence was all you were met with as you approached.

You reached out. Just the slightest bit of skin between your finger and his neck touched ―

He grabbed your offered arm and you fell against his lips.

Shock overcame you as Toge’s hands cradled your face. You opened your mouth to speak only for his tongue to bridge the gap and find yours. He opportunized your shock to part your mouth with his tongue. Your eyes widened as he sucked your tongue, rutting into you. You had done all it took to ignore the thought of Toge’s lips on yours since that, and now your diligence was forfeit as his lips moved against yours with a fervor you struggled to match. Before you knew it you were against the wall, Toge’s greedy, frantic hands venturing your body, desperate for a slight of naked skin. 

“Toge ―” Something’s wrong with him. “Toge!”

No use; his mouth won over your words. He earned himself a gasp from you as his hips jutted into you, hands kneading into your breasts. You were so overwhelmed you did not feel the straps of your top come down nor the way your panties now hung past your skirt, hooked over your wobbling knees.

You understood now; he had kept himself away to protect you.

But no one could do that now.

It didn’t matter how your cunt throbbed with every touch, how saliva ran your mouth to taste him, have him splitting you open. You had to stop him.

“Toge, I ―” You trembled as he nibbled the skin. Already, you could sense the darkening of the bruises that would be left there. The hand on the small of your back held you in place as you squirmed. “I ― I don’t know if I want this ―”

“Yes, you do.” Toge licked the shell of your ear, heated breath on your lobe. “Of course you do.” A hand slipped in between your legs without ceremony, his fingers finding evidence of his truth. He met your eye, his collar low enough to showcase his smirk. His expression challenged you: See how wet you are?

You understood as his will lay over yours. Your cunt throbbed with gratitude as Toge played with your wet folds. You bit yourself as two fingers slid with ease into your heat. Pretty violet eyes remained glued to yours, dared you to deny, to lie.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. 

Again and again, you had dreamed of this since Toge’s slip up had allowed you to taste him for the first time. The night you had gotten just a taste. Why couldn’t he have put his morals aside for one night? Why couldn’t he have just let you finish the job ―?

Now, Toge scissored you from within, palm rocking into your clit as you whined into his shoulder. Your arms came around him to keep him close. He panted beside you. A third finger tickled your folds before letting itself in to be eaten by your cunt. You reddened; juices leaked down your inner thigh. You rocked shamelessly against his fingers, hungry for the length of them along with his palm brushing your sensitive clit. You drew blood on your lip as a tightening behind your abdomen ―

Toge withdrew his fingers and you whined against the cold emptiness. He brought his fingers to his mouth to lick and suck your juices from them, a moan stuck in his throat as he savored your taste. 

Another blink and you were on the ground. Shafts of sunlight from the poorly-boarded up roof warmed your skin as Toge toppled you. You shivered as the trails his tongue made left cool tracks over your heated skin. How long would he be like this? Panic jolted you, arched you into Toge’s frenzied hold. No one knew the two of you were here. And he wouldn’t let you go. How long would the effects of whatever Toge faced last? How long would he use you? The fearful thrill went straight to your aching cunt.

“Don’t move.”

Your body obeyed. Toge knuckled your panties and slid them down to bunch at your ankles. Toge faced you as he settled himself between your legs, beautiful violet eyes dilated by madness. Already, his hips rutted against you, erection probing you ― alleviated only by Toge freeing his cock and with a growl fixing to enter you.

Toge slipped a thumb into your mouth as he sank into you. “Suck,” he ordered, voice watery and reverbed ― and hoarse from the squeeze of your walls. He whined as you suckled his thumb. Your body bounced with his quick, unfiltered pace. Toge kissed down your jaw, pants huffing against your skin.

“Aah …” His face strained. Slap, slap, slap went his hips into you. He forced your hands over your head to possess you fully. “So good …!”

You were too worked up to withstand his bestial pace. Toge licked the shell of your ear before slipping his tongue into your canal ― 

“Cum.”

He ordered it, but he didn’t need to; you were already convulsing around him, his voice command adding another layer of chaos to your climax, doubling it, tripling it. Your eyes rolled back as your screams were muffled with Toge’s mouth. Your cunt overran with warmth but, as one command overcame the other, you wrapped arms and legs around Toge to prevent him from leaving.

When you were too weak to hold Toge to you, he pulled out. He stared at you from above, flushed face, spittle ran down his cheek. You watched him through heavy-lidded eyes.He surveyed the damage he had done.

And, apparently, felt nothing as he dragged you by your legs toward him to ruin you again.

[thewadapan]

Spent today checking out The Amazing Digital Circus and Murder Drones, and god, the kids today have it so good when it comes to this sort of content. When I was a teen, I was obsessed with Red vs. Blue and RWBY, which I think it's fair to say are the equivalents of the time, and the sheer gulf in terms of writing quality and production value is stunning. I hear there were some rumblings of unprofessional conduct from the production company, which would hardly be surprising considering this is yet another guys-working-from-their-basement success story, but much bigger companies with much shittier business practises consistently put out much worse content than this.

The Amazing Digital Circus is definitely the better show of the two, thanks to its slam-dunk premise and some great writing from Gooseworx. The producers have talked about aiming to fill a perceived gap in the market between kids' cartoons (The Boss Baby) and adult animation (Bojack Horseman), and I think they have successfully threaded the needle to create a very unique tone. There's a sense of these works existing totally outside the mainstream media machine; they're not getting BBFC rated, but you just know millions of kids are watching them. It's on YouTube and the fact that it looks like some Frozen Spider-Man kids' slop just means da parents won't question what their kids are watching.

But truth be told, there's nothing objectionable about the content of The Amazing Digital Circus whatsoever. It's unusually metatextual and loosely apes the aesthetics of much darker media, touching on slightly more existential themes than your typical kids' cartoon, but it still has a lot in common with those same cartoons. The zany characters are all fairly one-note, and the emotional arcs of the episodes are honestly quite straightforward. The second episode in particular has an absolutely textbook plot structure to it. It's a far more self-assured and traditional style of writing than you ever see in this kind of independent work—certainly far more so than Murder Drones, which is written by an insane person.

More than anything, I'm reminded of how I felt watching Puella Magi Madoka Magica: that it's a very solid work of fiction, but that the people who'd get the most out of the work are isolated teens struggling to make the transition into adulthood. Certainly if nothing else, the fandoms of these shows must be bringing a lot of kids together around the world. I adore this soundbite from Goose: "Above anything else, I just wanted it to feel kind of lonely." You see Pomni's worldview shatter, she suddenly finds herself in a body that feels completely wrong, and she has to construct a new kind of belonging for herself.

As for Murder Drones, that show's absolutely fucking nuts, yo. The writing is at once painfully basic and utterly incomprehensible. If someone just sat down and explained the plot straightforwardly, it would be fantastically boring. But man, the presentation, the sheer delight the animators seem to approach every scene with...! I'd say it's clearly trying to use "the characters are robots" as an excuse to expose da kids to some absolutely shocking levels of gore, much like the Transformers movies, but midway through the series it starts straightup swapping the oil and wires for blood and bones and you've got to respect that.

The writing itself is so excruciatingly irony-poisoned that it goes beyond cringe and somehow wraps back around again to being sincerely funny. The show kind of wants to have its cake and eat it in terms of constantly lampshading how flat and cliché the emotional plotting is, but also clearly aiming to genuinely tug at the heartstrings and whip fans into a frenzy. And it kind of succeeds, I think! The way it veers between bizarrely high-effort implementations of memes, seriously cool fight scenes and horror visuals, and big emotional moments is very disarming. If The Amazing Digital Circus is an attempt to faithfully rework the American-cartoon formula for a slightly older audience, Murder Drones aims to crib the aesthetics of high-school cartoons while actively rejecting every traditional narrative technique used in those stories. Which means it's kind of bad, which means it's also kind of great.

If it's not already, then within a couple of years it will be deeply cringe to have ever been into Murder Drones in particular or (to a slightly lesser extent) The Amazing Digital Circus, in much the same way that everyone seems embarrassed to admit they were ever a Homestuck fan. But like with Homestuck, I feel like these series are genuinely pushing at the frontiers of storytelling in a way that's commendable and might inspire new kinds of writing once the fans grow up.

ENA is also pretty good, for the record.

[lychniis]

tagged by @pearlsxandxpeonies on my main ( @ainescribe ) to share my wip folder!!! which is *laughs nervously* kind of maybe full of a whole lot of abandoned works but okay kijhgvfbghnjmk.

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

GENSHIN IMPACT —

memory ( zhongli x reader ) ;

this project was written then rewritten so many times it may as well be a meme. the premise of this one is the reader being a god birthed from a human, who is sustained by the faith and belief. however, due to some mishaps in their early days. they've been cursed to be forgotten. i was heavily inspired by noragami in how yato struggled to be remembered by people around him to stop himself from fading out of existance. // angst, hurt - no comfort, chaptered fic.

in the sky, on the earth ( zhongli x reader ) ;

a oneshot ( a long long oneshot ) about zhongli meeting a khaenri'ahn doctor and falling in love. once more, we fall into angst territory because i like making people cry apparently. this is kind of based off of one of my oc's, one silentmoth and i keep yammering about ( we have pour own little found family scenario involved as well - it's fun kijhbgvbhnj ). // angst, hurt - comfort, eventual happy ending, oneshot.

the earth, encased ( zhongli x reader ) ;

this one is zhongli grappling on your mortality ( yay ) after a near death experience grants you a vision. and it's geo. and he's having a crisis. // angst, hurt - comfort, near character death, lots og hugs, oneshot.

sehnsucht, or the taste of longing ( diluc x reader ) ;

and old old concept i want to revisit. set during the three year period in which diluc was investigating the fatui, he poses as a fatui recruit and marries the reader, a snezhnyayan citizen and a double agent who works alongside him. its mostly marriage of convenience, blossoming feelings and diluc and the reader being sneaky sneaks while they fall in love. // angst, fluff, slightly domestic, arranged marriage. oneshot.

arare litus ( neuvillette x reader ) ;

a mermaid is washed ashore and nevullette finds kinship in them. but there are murders going on, the reader learns how to human ( very little mermaid esque ) and pretty soon the killer is kind of revealed to be an unexpected face. this fic took a darker turn when it was supposed to be fluffy. i had crys screaming in my dm's it was a doozy and i loved it XD. // fluff, smut, oneshot.

HONKAI : STAR RAIL —

and this all consuming hunger ( jing yuan x reader ) ;

a guideverse fic featuring a sentinel jing yuan and a guide reader. it touches on touchstarvation, mortality and loneliness and i lowkey a catharsis in a sense. it's very self indulgent, everyone is tired and needs a hug. // hurt - comfort, fluff, oneshot.

from a warm climate ( jing yuan x reader ) ;

a bit of an au fic with a small dash of ancient magus bride. jing yuan is a retired warrior and a pathstrider who works in a society where magic is urbanized yet practiced on the downlow. he finds the reader, a kinnara who was abducted by hunters and managed to escape badly wounded. they can't quite bounce just yet due to having their veena, a sentimental object and a source for their use of magic, taken away as well and seeks to find it out. jing yuan just accepts it lol. it's mostly domestic, with found family elements to it. // angst, fluff. hurt - comfort, found family, chaptered fic.

like real people do ( jing yuan x reader ) ;

kjhgfdcfvghj this is also a wip in my folders for a while now. but in short. the reader was once a follower of the abundance and now seeks to live a normal life post lan lux - arrowing their planet apart. contrasted with memory ! reader who wants ti keep living, this one wants to live a good life and die a peaceful death. the ending is flat out tragic. do not touch if you hate angst. // angst, hurt-comfort, no happy endings lol, still debating on chaptered or oneshot.

it will come back ( blade x reader ) ;

the premise is blade finding the reader who runs a clinic on a planet overrun by shady businesses and crime. their meet cute is basically them driving a scalpel into his medulla and killing him. blade in turn just...keeps coming back lol. i really need to stop wolfing on hozier songs for my titles but then again most of his tunes serve inspiration kjhbgvbnj. it might contain mature content. i'm still mulling over it. // slight yandere??? idk, violence, blade is a walking red flag and a sad sad man.

tagging — @crystalflygeo @perpetualcynicism @euniveve @moraxsthrone @masuchu @silentmoths @silkjade @thesparklingwriter

feel free to join in, whether you are tagged or not! thanks for giving me this chance!

[emelinstriker]

ESAU Master System Explained

To keep it short/simple: Everyone who wants to be a Reader, is a Reader. I myself am a Reader of fiction, which is why I use my persona to fill in the Reader's space in any non-interactive/fullbody drawing I do for ESAU. Which is also why Macaque referred to their Master being currently female in one of the first ESAU asks- Because in that moment, in my drawings, I'm technically seen as their Master. But most of the time I do change the pronouns to they/them whenever it's them talking about "any" Master.

So when you see the servants swap between their Master using non-binary and female pronouns, this is why. If you see me draw them referring to their Master as a "she", they're referring to basically their current Master in that exact moment. However, literally anyone else could also be placed in that spot. This is just the way I'd interact with the servants myself.

Whenever I refer to a Reader's "reincarnation/life", I usually mean either "the same person, but another life" (aka same looks, just different points in time) OR "different people of the same life/a different life" (aka Person A is the Master in one life, Persona B is the Master in the next).

As in, the Reader can imagine themselves having had multiple past lives, or their "past life" is actually another Reader. We're all Readers, we're all the Reader. That's why I kept saying early on that the Master System is rather philosophical in a sense. Lore-wise within the AU, all Masters, except for the First Master, share the same soul, which the servants recognize and are connected to.

The Reader can imagine themselves if they met their champions as a child or as an adult. However, nothing in ESAU is forced to be romantic or sexual. If you were born as a prince/princess/royalty, that doesn't mean your servants are immediately destined to be romantic or sexual with you, right? That entire portion is up to the Reader to decide and imagine. I do not control what another person thinks of and imagines. If they choose to pick a darker path in what they imagine, that's out of my control. But unless it ends up hurting anyone, or they actively push the topic onto others, I see no issue with however a Reader wants to think up what happens in their life with their servants. All I do is create material for others to play with.

Except for the First Master, any other Master/Reader can be considered either the same person or various people.

But that's up to the person behind the screen, whether they feel more comforted with one idea or another. Because despite all the dark lore and angsty hints, it's still a comfort X Reader AU. If you don't wanna have a certain champion be romantic/sexual towards you, you don't need to imagine them being romantic/sexual towards you. Simple as that. Imagine the boys in the type of relationship with you that you feel most comfortable with.

For example in my case, I'd see all of them as romantic interests except for MK, cuz those who know already know how I see him as a smol chibi yello beaaaan- I mean LOOK AT HIM-

And yet I still made it so he can be seen as romantic/sexual interest for those who do actually see him in a different way. (Not counting the chibi doodles ofc, those are all just him being a bean dhfndshfnds)

(Copy n pasted what I explained before in that rant like 2 weeks ago and tweaked it a bit with bonuses just so it's not just a random quote taken from a previous rant post. For anyone curious about the rant, it's really not hard to find cuz that's the only post I tagged as rant and will probably stay as the only rant post for a looong while. Hopefully a long while. The entire drama logic just hurt my brain, but also gave my friends and I content to laugh and meme over fhgnhfgf)

[joenotexotic99]

A band of brothers smut please

One where Winters is jealous because he feels the reader is spending too much time with the men, and he feels like he isn't getting enough attention from her. He takes her to one of the bedrooms in an empty house, and he locks the door just in case. The reader teases him for being jealous and is a bit of a brat and he tells her to behave herself she plays along and reguses him and keeps teasing him. Also, the reader likes being in control in the bedroom, and winters usually let her, but he surprises her, and he takes charge of the situation and shows that he is in control using his power over her and is authortive with her. Winters dominates her and punishes her and is rough and there is alot of teasing and degrading. Near the end he is soft and he praises her like a dom/soft and minor bdsm thing. They then fall asleep together.

Summary: Winters is jealous and punishes reader for hanging out with the men to much

A/n: I did this in Austria because it felt right for the plot. I did take a line or two from one of my books because her smut is just chef kiss, so kudos to Hannah Grace. Thank you

(please note that i am not responsible for what you read on the internet, do not come for me for adult content)

18+ only

Warnings: language, there's a meme reference in here if you find it and lmk it will make my day, mature themes, slight oc with Winters just because this isn't him so much, this turned darker that what it was supposed to be oops, slight choking, oral (f receiving) winters hands (yes im putting this here,) degrading, rough sex, slapping, rank kink, unprotected sex, (remember kids, flies spread disease, so keep your closed,) back shot, fluff.

Lmk if i missed anything :)

Word count: 3.7k

-This is a work SOLELY based on the actors' portrayal of these men. Every ounce of respect to the real soldiers.-

Masterlist

The war in Europe has ended, and Easy company was stationed in Austria, awaiting their next orders. The rolling hills were poetically beautiful, even more so as they sparkled in the cold blue lake. The picturesque landscape was a sharp contrast to the ugly battlefield they left behind. The men of Easy Company were slowly adjusting to their new found peace, attempting to find their footing after so long immersed in soul sucking war. It was an embraced challenge. 

For Winters and you, the transition held more personal challenges. The chaos of war had left little time for intimacy, or any personal moments for that matter. Now, in the relative calm of Austria, those missed moments seemed to catch up all at once. For Winters he held so much responsibility over the last few years he was never able to stray his attention anywhere other than the task at hand. Now with nothing but sunshine and time, he finally had all the time in the world for you. 

As the days passed he couldn't help but notice you spending more and more time with the men of Easy Company rather than him. Winters watched you from the sidelines as you laughed, anger silently boiled under his skin as you simply conversed with another man, them leaning in to hear you better, knowing that they could smell your perfume and feel your warmth, and not him. It wasn't that he didn’t understand; he knew they were your friends. But he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that gnawed at him and kept him up at night.

The feelings of neglect festered inside him, turning into a simmering hot frustration. He had been so patient throughout the war, always putting duty before his own desires, but now that peace had finally arrived, he felt entitled to your time, your attention, your touch, your body. The rational part of his mind knew he was being unfair, yet he had been deprived of your moans for so fucking long. He was battling to keep his fantasies at bay.

The tipping point came one evening at a nearby bar. The air was hot and loud, filled with the sounds of celebration and the clinking of glasses. Winters from a nearby seat, watched as you interacted with the men, your smile lighting up the room, he missed that smile so much. Yet he couldn't ignore the way some of them got a little too flirty, their hands lingering on your body longer than necessary. His blood boiled with jealousy, his patience was being tested second by second and it was starting to wear dangerously thin.

You were able to get a dress from a nearby shop, it was nothing fancy but fuck you looked hot in it. After years of continuously wearing one thing it felt nice for you to wear something out of the norm. But with alcohol being passed around like water and you being the shiny diamond of the room, Winters found himself feeling a knot of unease tightening in his chest and his pants were slightly tighter than when he first put them on. He trusts his men with his life, and he knows they mean no harm. However if he sees one more lingering hand so close to your ass, he might loose is fucking head.

Unable to bear it any longer, Winters crossed the room and took your hand, pulling you away from the group.

“What the fuck Richard” you exclaimed, trying to keep your voice down as the others looked on in surprise. Luckily they were too drunk off their asses to give two shits.

His grip was firm but not painful as he led you through the crowded bar and out towards where you were currently staying. His mind was a whirlwind of emotion. Anger, jealousy, hurt, all mixing together in a storm he was struggling to control and get a grip of.

As you reached the hallway leading to the bedrooms, you tried to pull your hand free, but Winters held on, his eyes fixed ahead. 

"Richard, slow down. Talk to me, please" you pleaded, but he didn't stop until you were both inside the dimly lit room, the door closing behind you with a soft click as he locked the door.

The sudden quiet was jarring, the contrast to the noise of the bar, it was almost deafening. He finally let go of your hand and turned to face you, his eyes blazing with pent-up frustration.  "Do you have any idea how it feels to watch you with them?" he asked, his voice low and strained. "To see you laughing, touching them, while I’m standing there like a damn fool?”

He walks within inches of you, you could feel his breath on you. “Are you jealous?”

You scoff “Oh my god, you are, you're jealous” 

“I have been nothing but patient with you, letting you settle in and get your footing” Winter’s looked up to collect his thoughts, taking a deep breath “yet here you are in this.. beautiful fucking dress letting everyone feel you up. Not a single thought on how I feel”

You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling up. "Oh so what, you want me to ignore them and just be by your side all the time? That's not fair, Dick.”

His voice was low, dangerous almost, as he slowly backed you up against the door. “Do you want to know what's really unfair? Hm?” He stepped closer, his eyes boring into yours. “Unfair is watching you laugh and flirt with them while I stand in the shadows. Unfair is feeling like I’m losing you when we’ve barely had a chance to be together for one god forsaken night. Unfair is seeing their hands on you, touching what’s mine.”

Your breath quickened as you looked back at him, your pulse racing. You crossed your arms defensively, trying to hold your ground even as his intensity made your heart pound, you could practically feel it in your ears, it clouded your thoughts. “Do you not realize where we are Dick? Were in a hotel for christ sake, with warm water, clean sheets and a view people would pay good money for. So sue me for wanting to celebrate what we just fought for over a year for. Are you really that impatient?” 

He stepped even closer, the heat of his body radiating towards you. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something else—something more primal. “Impatient? I’ve been patient, more than you know. But watching you tonight, seeing the way they looked at you, touched you... it drove me crazy, it is driving me crazy.”

You bit your lip, the tension between you palpable. Heat rose not just to your cheeks but lowerer, deeper. It settled in your core. It made your knees weak. 

“Wow, truly” You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I didn’t know Major Winters could get so jealous.”

He narrowed his eyes, his voice a low growl. “Behave yourself.”

You giggled, stepping back and away from the door, just out of his reach. “Or what? You’ll punish me?” You continued to tease him, your tone light and mocking. “I think you’re just mad because you’re not the center of attention for once.”

Writers turned to face you “Do you want to test me?” he warned, his voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge.

You were enjoying this game. You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. “Maybe I do,” you said, challenging him with a mischievous grin.

Winters took a deep breath, however before you could react, he closed the distance between you, pinning you against the door with surprising force. His hands gripped your wrists, holding them above your head as he pressed his body against yours. Now it wasn't just your own heartbeat you could feel, or your arousal.

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding in your chest. “Richard...”

“Enough games,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine, and it’s time you remembered that.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden dominance, the usual playful banter slipping away. You tried to wriggle free, but his grip was firm. “You don’t scare me,” you whispered defiantly, though your voice wavered.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. “Maybe not, but I’ll make sure you respect me.” His tone was authoritative, sending shivers down your spine. There was practically a river between your legs at this point.  His hands moved from your wrists, sliding down your arms and stopping to rest on your hips, eventually or ass. He held you tightly, his body pressed firmly against yours.

“You’re not playing fair,” you said, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

“You wanted to test me, remember?” His lips grazed your earlobe, his voice a low growl. “Now it’s my turn.”

His mouth smashed into yours in a crazed, horny and desperate show of built up sexual frustration. You moaned into his mouth, you missed this. His hands roamed down to the bottom of your dress which went down to your mid thigh. He traced the bottom of it in a teasing matter. You felt his warm touch against your skin, it sent small electric shocks straight to your aching center. His mouth eventually made its way to your neck, finding your pulse point. It's rough yet passionate and overwhelming.

He slowly moves your dress up to your waist, his hands are now teasing the fabric of your underwear. His mouth is back on yours as he explores your mouth. It's truly not enough, you need him, now. “Richard please.” you beg. He stops to look at you, one hand moving to caress your cheek. “Now look whos impatient” 

You moaned, you never knew this side of him. Sure before the war you did it when you could and however you could. But typically it was in the quiet of the night, somewhere far away from the rest of the 506th. Yet even then it was you who did most of it all, you were in charge. But here you are, pinned against the door of a grand hotel room, dress at your waist, turned into putty being molded into a desperate woman by the man in front of you. It made your head spin.

You're incredibly close to taking matters into your own hands and getting off yourself, you hurt so fucking bad. Anything please anything, you wanted to beg. You wanted to make a snarky comment on how you could feel his dick through his pants that you were sure was hard and aching. Tell him that he should check himself on who's the most desperate here. Yet all that came out was a desperate, almost pathetic whine. Winters let out an amused chuckle, god he knew you were completely at his mercy, and he savored it.

Goose bumps spread down your skin. Winters has barely touched you yet you are ready to melt. It feels like he's everywhere at once. One of his hands snakes around your neck and lightly chokes you. It sends you on a whole new wave of pleasure. His hands make his way to your underwear, he slowly rubs your clit, it feels like he's taunting you, keeping you on edge. You're practically panting. 

He stops kissing you and removes his hands. However before you could complain, he sinks to his knees in front of you. He looks up at you, establishing eye contact, his hands run from your ankles up to your knee then dangerously close to where you need him most, then right back down. “I want you to apologize” he says, eyes still boring into yours. “Tell me who is the only one who's allowed to touch you” he starts to place feather light kisses over your legs. “I want you to tell me how bad you want it”

“I'm sorry, please only you dick only you” you cry out. Squirming under his touch “I want it all of it please” you were going insane. The anticipation slowly killing you

“Tell me darling, how bad do you want it” he said, as he slowly removed your underwear revealing your wet core. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder. He was inches away.

“So fucking bad ple-” he cuts you off by his toung running between your folds. Circling your clit. A loud moan escapes your lips into the empty room.

His hands move from your thigh until he places them onto your ass for the second time this night. He squeezes it. As he palms your ass he sucks your clit in a way that makes your head feel light and your legs shake. You are officially a withering, shaking moaning wreck. You looked down to see him staring right back at you. Your hands sink into his hair, you watched as he buried deeper between your thighs. He moans as you tug at his hair. He's enjoying this just as much as you are.

One of his hands moves from your ass cheek to your center. One, two digits slide into you with ease. You would be embarresed on how quicky he has been able to turn you into a moaning mess but the way his hand immedeatly finds you G-spot stops you. 

His pace increases as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You are utterly lost in the perfect collaboration that's between his fingers and mouth. Winters face being what's holding you up at this point seeing how you legs are now jelly at the overpowering pleasure Richard Winters is delivering to you on a silver fucking plater.

Your orgasm is quickly building, you tug at his hair harder, moan louder. You desperately ride his face and fingers. “Richard..” you whimper, so very close to the edge “im gunna fuck im going to c-” you dont even get to finish your sentence before your trashing and spaziming with pleasure, every square inch of your skin is set ablaze and you ride out your high.

Removing his fingers and mouth he stands up full height, mouth glistening with your arousal. He tells you to open wide before sticking the fingers that he just used to give you an incredible orgasm into your mouth.

“Taste how incredible you are,” He says as you wrap your lips around his fingers. You close your eyes as you lightly suck on said fingers. Winters has to hold back a moan at the thought of you on your knees taking his cock into your pretty little mouth. But he has other plans for tonight.

“You’re awful” You say with a fucked out grin on your face. “And you my dear” He goes to pick you up “are delicious” he finishes as you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the bed and sets you down onto it. He stands up at the foot of the bed and starts removing his clothes, starting with his belt.

“Is this what you want? Hm? To be treated like a slut?” He asks, hands now unbuttoning his shirt. “Because for over a week now you seem to want the attention of every guy in this town” His pants are next. “You think they can fuck you better?” He's now left with nothing. He moves to the bed towards you. He crawls over you, his lips so close to yours. You reach up to connect to his lips but he pulls away quickly just to turn you around. Your face now stuffed into the plush white pillows. You're left breathless.

“Answer me, do you think they can fuck you better?” he moves your dress so you're exposed. You can feel the cold air hit your bare cunt.

“No..you fuck me best Richard” you respond looking back at him you see him mapping out your ass, thighs and lower back with his hand like hes trying to memorise every detail on your body.

“Sir, you call me sir or major you understand that” He looks back at you with hardened eyes. Slapping your ass leaving it slightly rouge. You moan at the contact, it makes you impossibly wetter. “You like that don’t you? You like it when I treat you like a whore?” He slaps you again, then again then again, rubbing and soothing where he slapped you each time.

“Yes sir, I do, treat me like a whore, your whore sir, please” At this point you're on the brink of frustrated tears. You are so unbelievably horny yet you don't want it to end. You want him to keep going, fuck you into tomorrow, make you forget your own name. But nothing more than desperate whines and moans leave your mouth.

He soon stops his assault, seeming pleased with himself. “Im going to fuck this tight little pussy like its mine, youre going to take it like a good girl, wont you?’ he says demandingly, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips with a moan, it was a weak effort to gain some friction. “Won't you?”

“Yes I can ta-” he cuts you off by slamming into you. It takes everything in him to not come instantly by your loud moan and tight tight pussy.

Every trust is as delicious and as punishing as the last. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room along with your moans. If anyone came home from the bar they probably could hear you. Not that you care. Winters fucks you harder and harder into the mattres. He soon lifts you up by your hair and wraps a hand around your neck to keep you pressed up against his warm body. 

“Whose pussy is this? He grunts. Winters starts nibbling at your ear waiting for your response “you-your pussy, fuck, its your pussy all, holly shit its yours sir” You moan, you scream. You hoped you sounded semi ok, you're not even completely sure if you did.

“Such a tight little pussy all for me” he pants against your ear before letting you go back to the mattress. He places both of his hands on your waist, fucking you harder, faster, deeper. “You think you can get under my skin, huh? Do you think I don't see the little game you're playing?” he's right, you knew that it bothered him, you never thought it would end so…climatically though. “ It's my cock you come all over. Even if its another man hand on your ass, its my name you fucking scream” 

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. It almost paralyzes you with pleasure before your legs start to shake. Winters doesn’t stop however, he doesn't even slow his pace down. He simply keeps going. If anything, it's like it encourages him to go on. And all you can do is take it. And you are nothing but greedy for it. 

“God look at you i've turned you into a mess” his hands sneaked around to start rubbing your clit, adding to the already punishing pleasure you're enduring. “You like it don’t you? you like being treated like the good little whore you are” 

“Yess, fuck like a fucking whore” You’re breathless and your skin is on fire. Every word he says makes you grip the bed sheets harder, scream lounder, beg more, for what? You're not sure. You buck and squirm against him, your third orgasm soon to arrive. You know he's close to by the way he groans your name under his breath, his trust gets sloppy and loses their rhythm. It's all so erotic. 

“It's ok you can come I got you” Your body tenses up, the coil snaps. You start to see stars and for a second you might have went to heaven and back because of how good it feels 

His trust gets more sloppy and he moans louder, you feel him tense up before he slips out of you and spills onto your back. 

He goes to fall beside you and your both left panting. You're so unbelievably exhausted yet you feel like your own cloud nine all at once. You feel Winters get up and come back with a warm towel to clean you up. Then you feel him unzip the dress you're wearing and the bra follows. You soon feel him next to you stroking your hair.

You turn to look up at him. Gentle caring eyes look back at you.

“That wasn't too rough was it? Did I hurt you?” His voice is so calm. You move to snuggle up with him, his hand wraps around you. “It was perfect, dick, and i'm fine, sore, you didn't overstep, I know you would have stopped if i said so” your hand drew mindless patterns on his chest. 

“I care so much about you, you know that” Winters said tenderly as he kissed the top of your head. “I don't want you leaving” 

You snuggle him tightly, feeling the tension between you dissolve. listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear “I’m yours,” you assured him. “And I always will be.” As you held each other close, you felt a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn’t felt in a long time. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of calm and safety.

"I'm sorry," you whispered again, your voice barely audible.

"Shh," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "It's okay. We're okay."

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. The love and tenderness in his gaze made your heart swell. "I love you, Richard." 

"I love you too," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. He tightened his embrace, pulling you even closer. Winters reached over to turn off the lamp, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness. You nestled against him, your bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Goodnight," you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.

"Goodnight," he whispered back, his lips brushing against your hair. The gentle rise and fall of his chest was the last thing you remembered as you slipped into a deep, restful sleep, knowing that as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

[buckybarnesss]

What's your read on Peter calling Stiles out for lying to himself when he refuses the bite?

It could just be Peter misinterpreting what Stiles meant when he said "I don't want to be like you." (Stiles meaning he doesn't want to be like Peter, not that he doesn't want to be a werewolf). Or did Peter read him completely right and just thinks Stiles is denying his darker nature? A secret third thing?

we won't mention how i'm answering this a month later. 😭

i don't think peter read stiles wrong exactly but he has a bias. stiles is drawn to the power being a werewolf provided but while stiles may have been intrigued by the supernatural and definitely saw the benefits of being a werewolf but he saw the drawbacks too. up close and personal.

scott wasn't the only traumatized by what happened.

stiles had plenty of time to ponder what it meant for laura to be dead, the hales being murdered in their own home for existing, derek's everything and scott going through a change he didn't ask for and being constantly violated by peter.

there's a reason he's spitting angry when argent confronts him. he's had time to make the connections and understand enough.

and peter knows all this. peter's been stalking stiles i think as much as scott in addition to being psychically linked to scott but he finds it tragic stiles rejects the notion wholesale.

yet he respects it. he never brings it up again nor does he even bring it up to derek (at least on screen. i speculate it may have come up during the summer when they were looking for boyd & erica but derek shut it down. hard.).

the show puts forth the idea that scott and stiles are a better version of derek and peter in the subtext multiple times.

peter and stiles see reflections of themselves in the other and they loathe it.

they are truly the spiderman meme.

peter loves to nettle stiles but when the chips are down peter usually helps him despite his nature which we see culminate in radio silence.

peter does care about people he perceives as his and like it or not he eventually comes to see stiles as his. him taking stiles's keys through the portal when he escapes the wild hunt was a huge gesture from peter. that's all but saying i love you.

[twocolorz]

Yes more art of my younger mlp au, I'm a sucker for found family <3

Luna n Celestia HC!!:

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Luna Hc:

When she gets older her spots get darker until going to an neae pitch-blue-black. She also has smaller ears than normal,

Celestia Hc:

Celestia is the opposite of luna, getting lighter when getting older. Also her other hair colors appear from like- fights maybe?? (Idk I haven't figured out this part yet lol). Her hair also turns more sharp similar to the day-breaker hairstyle, when agitated/mad etc. She also has like fox-like ears,

Also the pose for discord n luna are a ref to a cat meme

[emerxshiu]

i forgot it was april fools lol. i definitly did not end up sprinkling in a bunch of memes in there, nope, not at all.

I havent checked my dashboard until a few minutes earlier, but now im booping everyone i find in there, its just so damm fun! its kinda sad that its just for april fools, i wish the booping stayed forever like its way too silly i love it.

Oh yeah the drawing yep aight. So uh, i had the idea yesterday and this looks NOTHING like what i had planned, it was just going to be a plain white backgroung, and i was trying to make it look like a pencil sketch (kinda). and simple coloring. but i had a lot of problems and drawing this ended up being really frustrating but im kinda happy with the result even if it difers so much from the og idea.

also here is a clean version (aka no memes)

i tend to change my idea as im drawing so after i realized this was not going to look like i thought, i tried some effects and i came up with the idea of making it look...off.

Backgrounf with saturated colors consisting of red and blue and a fecto elfilis who looks rather dreamy, wich is totally not kinda inspired by isolated isles and high school musical 2 believe it or not (im confused as to how that was present in my mind as inspiration but i guess anything works as a reference) and contrasting with the darker background from how light and glowy i made him.

Fun fact: when i drew elfilis here, they were reminding me of a bunny, so you could kinda count this as a bit of an easter post since im probably going to forget to do something for that.

fun fact 2: this image is based on a fanfic im writing right now, i havent posted it yet, and when i do im pretty sure i'll put it into the Anonymous collection, since what im writing is very different from my usual, i tend to write about my splatoon ocs or sometimes about kirby characters, most of these fics tend to be general with not a lot of archieve warnings and stuff (save for one but that one was very very tame and just had an implication of a character dying at the end) and they're oneshots, most of them, this one is also a oneshot. i just enjoy writing that, but its a little bit....how to say it? bloody, i just have like the start made and its probably going to take me a while to finish, im also thinking of reading it multiple times since most of my works are usually just the first draft. but uh since its quite different and has that im quite scared of the reception it might have when i post it, in fact a lot of times i dont post stuff since even tho i know i shouldnt worry about others, i still do like an idiot, i just cant help caring about what other people think of me. and yeah basically its just not like the usual fluff i write.

next post might be splatoon related since im redesigning some ocs i had, or it might be princess peach showtime because my father got me the game and im loving it

Thank you for listening to my unnecesarily long rambles and Jambuhbye!

[yourlittlettoy]

Could I ask about your psychology regarding tickling?

Would you say you like tickling in retrospect in the sense that you hate it while it's happening, but you like it after it's all done?

Oh god. I mean, GREAT QUESTION MY FRIEND, one I still ask myself every day as well tbh 🥴🙃

Honestly I think you got it right on the ball. Here… let me explain (oh god here I go exposing my darker embarrassing preferences yet again 🤡)

I think for me, the reason I’m into t-wording is BECAUSE I find it so unbearable, horrible, impossible to take, etc. It really is like amongst one of the most relentless and panic inducing forms of torture one could dish out for long periods of time…. I love to hate it I guess LOL but shuttup you did NOT HEAR THIS FROM ME

I’m such a CNC kinda gal, and find the idea of having a genuinely horrifying time especially if it’s forced upon me heheh to be uh…. Ya know… kinda … 🔥🥵💦‼️ and what could be more horrifying than something as unbearable as t-words ashddkla why is honesty so difficult lmao I’m suffering rn

So yeah as it’s happening, often it’s pretty darn hard to take and there’s some genuine suffering but I kinda need to feel that way during in order to retroactively be like: yayyy wowwiieeeee (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ (LOLLLL UGHHH WHATEVER 🙈)

However I will say, despite that particular ✨flavour✨ of play being my main interest, I can’t lie and tell you that it’s impossible for me to … enjoy it I guess (!!!EW) in different ways too?? Like, although it’s the hardest feeling to feel ever, I am also at the same time inexplicably and utterly drawn to it literally since my earliest memories so LOL HOW CONFUSING RIGHT DONT WORRY I’M JUST AS CONFUSED AS YOU. I’m a walking contradiction. Hate something that I also literally can’t live without so !!! *insert butterfly meme* is this …. A curse?? LMAOOO so anyway I guess I’m just trying to say that, despite hating it being my most natural reaction, it’s not like… impossible to frame in it a different light (intimate, cute, playful, pleasurable/erotic, etc) either. That just takes a lil more headspace lead up or atmosphere ya know~

ANYWAY I THINK I’VE EXPOSED MYSELF ENOUGH HERE TODAY ASHDJDJDJDJ I HOPE THIS ANSWER HELPED ☺️😜❤️

[chirp-the-mouse]

Yet another Art Fight attack! I found another Chirp, so here is me and @birdieboyy's Chirp!

[ID from ALT

A redraw of the spiderman pointing meme. Instead of spiderman, the two characters are an anthro winged brown cat with orange sploches and raptor legs, and an anthro brown mouse, both of whom are name Chirp. The background is light blue with darker blue on the bottom to indicate the ground.

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[sanchoyoscribbles]

a redraw meme! I'm a little mad at myself for not doing this for a few years (I've done a few other redraws in the meantime, but...it wouldve been cool to have a bunch of years in a row! TwT)

2007 was the earliest made on gimp, a touchpad and NO pressure (obvious with the THICK CHUNKY LINES. im 90% sure I did lineart, colored over them, then lined over them again all on 1 layer...) plus the pattern fills gimp had (the stripes and rainbows, plus the repeating space background that needed a desperate scale-up...)

2015 might be the most obviously tmm inspired style wise ( and I think...this character WAS a tmm oc, actually, so this tracks. her name was star hoshiko (yes. star star.) and she was infused with star power instead of an animal. whatever that means. in my defense I was Ten 👍) and was when I was still using sai!!

2016&17 were me trying to sort of push into semi-realism, the smaller eyes, the more realistic skirt in the '16 version and more realistic hair in the '17 version, and also the first ones done in clip studio which is still my mvp program.

2018 was the furthest from the original, me REALLY pushing orangey yellows for some reason (the darker oranges let the yellow glowy parts stand out more was probably my logic at the time?) it's also funny to see that I went back to a more cartoony/anime style between 2017! the eyes got bigger again, the hair more stylized (esp with the shading/highlighting!) yet the clothes got more detailed....

2024- this time around I wanted to try and capture elements of the original design, since it seemed I was drifting further and further away from it... those very bright lemony yellows that scare me to work with sometimes, the original stripes, that BAD dark yellow for the base of the dress... I know a lot of people will prefer the semi-realism of the earlier years but I feel like the very anime style is more FUN. and I feel a lot more confident in my posing, expressions, and I just. focus more on having fun than making her pretty. that being said I did try to add little details from the previous years designs :3 doing redraws is always so nice to reflect on style and improvement!! I totally recommend doing one if you want to, a blank version is here!

also for funsies, heres how gross the flats look. man i HATE that weird base dress shade T_T u can tell I did shift it to be SLIGHTLY warmer, just a bit....the cool-toned shading pushes it back to the lemony again tho, lol

[amarguerite]

It would all have gone exactly to plan, were it not for the shocking lack of ribbons. (5 sentence meme)

It would all have gone exactly to plan, were it not for the shocking lack of ribbons. Really, Emma fumed to herself, Mrs. Ford was being almost deliberately unobliging to have only the same small stock as last week for Emma to look over and thus frustrate her plan to give Isabella and John more time to flirt across a drawer full of buttons— but Mr. Knightly of course must notice Emma dawdling over the ribbons and somehow know that the selection of ribbons had not changed since their last visit. He had already attempted to chivvy her out of the store twice and was now scolding her, “Can you not make up your mind yet, Emma? Miss and Mrs. Bates have been expecting us.” He eyed her suspiciously. “Emma, I know it is a new duty to you, but if you are trying to get out of—“

“I was only trying to find a new ribbon for old Mrs. Bates’s reading glasses,” Emma lied haughtily. “She is forever losing them, so Papa said she ought to wear them on a ribbon about her neck. But I haven’t any idea what is the properest color.”

Mr. Knightley looked abashed (as well he should, thought Emma mulishly). “That is a very good idea. I think she would like a darker color— one less likely to fade.”

Emma bent over the ribbons again, taking stock of how Isabella bent her head close to John’s, and how John kept trying to hide his smile. Five more minutes ought to accomplish all her aims for that day. “But surely she would want something pretty, and not dull! What of this pink, Mr. Knightly?”

It was a horrid, garish pink Emma would never deign to buy herself, and she was delighted to see Mr. Knightly disliked the shade as much as she did.

He did not precisely shudder at her choice but said, firmly, “No, Emma, I do not think Mrs. Bates would like that at all. What about—“

Isabella laughed, loud and bright.

Emma listened to Mr. Knightly with half-an-ear, feeling very pleased that even with such a paltry selection, her innate resourcefulness meant that Emma Woodhouse would never be beaten by even the most adverse circumstances.

[jmrothwell]

Fic writer asks:

4, 11, 16, 24, 44, 70

(there are too many great questions!)

Thank you thank you! They are really good questions!! (found here)

Long post is long so there's a read more cut. (Question 16. (How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?) gets especially long because I decided I want to discuss all my WIPs.)

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

This is a wonderful question, and honestly it depends. Some ideas definitely are me reading or watching something and forming an AU around that. Sometimes it's listening to music and a vibe strikes me that I am like I must write a story that fits this vibe. Other times, I'll be daydreaming and a single scene will pop into my mind and haunt me until I write it down which usually leads to creating the world and circumstances to allow that scene to happen. Sometimes I get an impulsive (in the cases of my darker angstier stuff intrusive thought) and my brain is like wouldn't that be messed up? (Like Crash Pad, Ch 11 solely happened because I built the backstory for the POV character and brain went, you know what't be really screwed up?)

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Oh geez. But there are so many good fics!! At this moment the immediate top 3 that jumped in my head were:

-It's a supernatural delight by @invisibleraven (JatP fic) -Trip of My Life (Every Time You're Touching Me) by @daintyduck99 (JatP fic) -Prince Charming's Jacket by hitechlatte (Rise TMNT fic)

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So most of my fic ideas are in some WIP phase. (I'm serious when I saw I need a focus schedule to help me out) We Run Together - This next chapter is all Reggie being all anxiety riddled because Cam and Bobby take him shopping . . .still not sure if we're gonna get to the plane ride this chapter or next. Bobby's first since turning and Reggie's first period. . .it's a miserable affair for the two of them. I have this mental image of them during a layover just sprawled in the waiting away noses shoved in some sort of fast food bag or peppermint bag fighting off the queasiness of being trapped in a metal tube with a bunch of people, including young kids. . Hello Baby June, Goodbye Heart - I keep going back an reading what we have for the next chapter and all our notes. I don't know how much Ash is ok with me gushing about details bu I'll just say the stuff we've got planned it's literally that meme of "give me fic. 'you have to write it.' no write only fic." A lot of of my JatP wips are on rotisserie skewers in my brain right now, rotating, coming into view, reminding me of their presence, enticing me to work on them. And they ALL have moments that I am like, you were the scene! The reason I started this fic in the first place and I still haven't gotten to you yet!! . Crash and Burn - Gotta get through this last chapter of Crash Pad, which is gonna be fun. But then Glowing Embers!! Aaaah, the Donnie POV side of Crash Pad!! Especially Ch 9-11 of Crash Pad like I am at that point of must write this that I have worked myself into a frenzied state where writing is no longer possible . Finally the Donnie Double AU - This AU has so much angst potential. Right now I have two planned fics for it. An unnamed one where Mikey goes after the Donnie Duplicate to try and coax him back to the lair. Only instead he sets him off. And like I said, it gets angsty. The Donnie Duplicate 1000% believes he is OG Donnie, it is hardwired into him, no amount of evidence is going to convince him otherwise. Also hardwired into him is the belief that the only way to get his life back is to kill the entity that stole it from him i.e. OG Donnie. Which leads me to the second planned fic Meant to Be(working title, it may change). This is the reader insert(possibly OC) led fic. Essentially the premise is Donnie Duplicate runs into MC, and initially begins clinging to them out of an 'I just lost my entire support system' desperation that turns into a really unhealthy obsessive possessiveness. When I say it is pulling a lot of vibes, especially the planned ending, from Meant to be Yours from Heathers the Musical I ain't lying. In fact most of the vibe songs I am pulling for this lean into dark and angsty feels. Straight up have been listening to a song called Stalker's Tango on a loop for planning parts of this fic

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

Hmmmmmm, this ones tough, if it was bad advice I most likely purged it from my mind. The thing is sometimes what is great advice for one person and their way of writing may be terrible advice for some one else. Like even the write daily advice, I think this is great advice. But it needs to be tailored to some extent. When I got back into fic writing I worked myself to the point where I am now needing to reevaluate my expectations of me and my writing. Because I can no longer keep up with the way I wrote a few years ago. The same advice I would have thought was great then would kill me now.

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

This question would be easier if I had a regular beta XD. Personal mistake of my own that I keep noticing, I don't let the story breath enough.

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I have no hesitations telling people I write. I might not always discuss what the stories themselves are. But the brilliant thing about fanfiction is I don't have to, I can just talk about the joy of exploring the characters outside of canon, exploring how they would behave in different circumstances. At my sister's wedding a couple years ago, most people didn't even care about the what I was writing, more on the how I found the time. Because this was when I was in peak production mode, where I was slowly burning myself out with the sheer amount of writing I was doing without pacing myself at all.

[jess-moloney]

I read on another blog from and anom that this is a “Jess hate blog” and it is mental but yet this blog has great evidence and info (the index) backing up this “hate” towards this lying narcissistic con artist of a woman. While this blog has info backing the statements (the index), they go by what they think (which they have the right to do) with no proof. They said they think a big reason for a shift in Jamie’s mental health has to do with him playing Vecna as there has apparently been a shift since he started filming this year and that he said he's going to be much darker in this new season and says he tends to lose himself in his characters etc and it would be sad if he and Jess split due to it…..

What does Jamie being isolated, barely engaging online, sharing very depressing memes about being lonely, not being lovable, being unloved and wanting to be loved (when he has a whole “girlfriend”), liking posts like brutal recovery and breaking out of toxic cycled relationships, deleting the majority of pictures of Jess off his Instagram, haven't been seen publicly with her, doesn't post her nor tag her, doesn't respond to her posts, barely mentions her (all while this blog is matching up what is going on) really have to do with his role as Vecna and the fact it would be sad if they split because of it??? I mean he could get lost in his roles and it could be a possibility but it's not pointing to that at all to me. I will say everyone has the right to think what they want and have their own opinion. I can't change that but I highly disagree that him playing Vecna is what's causing this big behavioral/mental health change and wish people paid more attention.

These days it seems that pointing out problematic behaviour of very problematic people is "hate". Though I can't say there isn't anything on this blog that isn't also opinion-based (like the excessive amounts of cosmetic surgery Jess has gotten or how unprofessional and awful her tattoos look) the vast majority of complaints about Jess very much stem from real life facts or evidence that what Jess says is true isn't the truth. This has even been confirmed by people who know her, anonymously, and yes I promised to keep it anonymous so you can believe me on that or not.

The point is, that when someone is showing this high of a level of problematic behaviour it's not wrong to hate what they are doing. I also would go as far to say I don't hate Jess as much as I hate how she behaves and I hate what she's done to Jamie and to the fandom. I don't really know her to hate her as a person and that's a lot of energy. I can hate what I see her doing and it's a lot.

As for this justification about him being Vecna now so of course he's darker and brooding etc that doesn't explain the months where he wasn't filming or preparing for the role. He has not been preparing for this role the entire time he's also been isolated and ignoring social media. Even if that weren't the case, the first time he played Vecna he wasn't like this. Not by a long shot. He still appeared to have friends, a social life, and was cheerful on social media. It really wasn't until Jess came along that any of that changed.

Of course, Jess stan blogs are going to do anything they can to try to come up with some reason why anything I say is wrong. I don't know how they can't look at the factual information alone (which is heavily sourced by the outside world) and realize how much of a problem she actually is. Just watching her in an interview you can hear how she lies and see how much she contradicts her own stories. It's not something I'm making up it's something Jess is putting out there and portraying herself.

Jess is the only constant variable in Jamie's life that started him on the path he is now. It was before he was playing "a darker version of Vecna" for season five. It was before all of that and, as I said, he was perfectly fun and happy and cheerful the first time around. I don't think that is the right explanation for this and I wish people would stop stanning Jess, open their eyes, and review the information for themselves. At the very least, if they could answer some reasonable questions about her behaviour with a rational explanation that everyone's somehow missing I'd like that too. Except, they know they don't have a reason, they know she's awful, and they know they only like her because of her tenuous connection to Jamie. It's disgusting and they should really grow up.