#now go reblog my recent build I like her better

[lode-builds]

swamp hovel saturday

[solarwoniii]

" ˋ꒰ what if !? ꒱ " - ft. choi yeonjun

[ nsfw post! minors please do not interact. there are many other posts on my and other’s blogs which are much more suitable for your consumption! ]

syn. if there's one thing you can't do, it's swim. so, when you almost drown at a business get-together, your parents decide its about time they got you into swimming lessons. little do they know, the polite young man who they hired to teach their sweet and innocent daughter had intentions, which would lead her to question 'what if?'

a/n. LOOK AT ME GOOOO FIRST FIC IN LIKE FOREVER?? if this flops i will literally cry omg pls excuse my writing i have only just started getting back into this recently ehe... pls give me reblogs and feedback it will give me the motivation i need to keep going okay ty enjoy

cw. pool sex, not rly public but risky stuff, tutor x tutee, mentions of drowning, somewhat of plot building here, rough/rushed, vvv affectionate stuff, secret relationship, very subby reader w/ dom yeonjun, pet names (princess, baby, ect.), heavy praise, i think that's all but please do let me know if i missed anything!

your head was spinning with ‘what ifs’. you whimpered at the painfully pleasureful feel of yeonjun putting his hands on your hips, his grip strong enough to leave reddening nail marks on your tender skin as he lifted you off of his length, only to let your entire body drop back down with a harsh slam. he smirked at the way you reacted to the feeling of the battering intrusion, a shuddering gasp escaping your partially parted lips at the way he stretched your core out with ministrations similar to that of an ever-racing train, spinning out of control as it runs head-first off of its tracks.

you had almost drowned six months ago at one of your parents' business celebrations, and probably would have died if the man before you hadn't dove into the water, pulled you out into the surface and resuscitated you.

since then, your parents had been worried sick for you and any other encounters with a body of water, they'd always known you couldn't swim, but they hadn't thought that it was that bad. so, of course, they had done what any worried caretaker would do, and exchanged information with the boy, once finding out that he was in fact a swim tutor himself. it would be much better than hiring a stranger, and this man seemed to be quite the well-rounded boy, considering he the son of their closest business partner. not only did he have outstanding grades, but he was respectful and he was around your age. so, what harm could he possibly do to their sweet daughter?

a lot.

and you knew that now, after six months of lessons and a few months of secretly dating the boy.

although, you had never really done anything so risky with him before.

“what if we get caught?” you whispered through the tears prickling your eyes, rolling down your cheeks, “we’d get into so much trouble, we’d be banned from ever speaking to each other again, we-“

yeonjun's large hand wrapped around the back of your head, making your face meet his in a kiss so sultry, yet so beckoning. he smirked against your mouth, “you worry too much, princess.”

you gulped at the boy underneath you, his gaze falling to yours through his wet eyelashes, his dampened brown locks falling messily over his eyes, his mouth stained with your strawberry lipgloss. although the room was dark, the way his smirk graced his lips made you clench around his girth, as you spoke ever so softly, “i-i’m only being cautious..!”

he rolled his eyes at you, “you’re fucking your swim tutor, baby. caution left way long ago.”

you closed your eyes and hid your face in your hands with guilt and shame as he reminded you of the graveness of the situation you had entangled yourself into, "ugh..! my parents sent me here to swim and i'm doing... this!"

yeonjun chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around your cold, barren, water-dripping body, his legs dipped into the swimming pool, "if you wanted to swim that badly, you could've said so."

"wait, what are you--" your questioning was abruptly cut off as your boyfriend suddenly held onto you, pulling you into the water along with him. your piercing squeal of surprise echoed through the halls of the empty pool as you found yourself splashing into the cold water, the smell of chlorine and fear only intensifying as your paddled around with your hands. yeonjun laughed at your struggle as you grabbed onto him for some stability.

"see? we're swimming now." he said matter-of-factly, before looking over to the clock. his eyes widened as he realised the time.

he circled his arms around your waist and pulled you into him, "i'm going to kill y-" you started, until yeonjun grabbed both of your cheeks, connecting his lips to yours messily.

"kill me later." his voice came out in a lazy mumble as he held you close, "your session's ending soon. let's finish off what we started."

your eyebrows furrowed at the way his playfulness seemed to nullify, his voice becoming much more mellow and low as his lips moulded against yours. your eyes fell heavy as he suddenly spun you around, pushing you up against the wall of the pool, pulling your ass out towards him in swift, forceful movements. his lips suctioned onto the back of your neck as yeonjun pushed himself into your tightening hole, his hips meeting yours in an angle where he could so easily fill you to the hilt, his pink and throbbing tip attacking your cervix. you cried in pleasure at his desperate and quick movements, sending you into a state of pleasure that you weren't even sure existed.

the pool water around you splashed and sloshed with every movement, his mouth beside your ear as he spoke to you, "feels good, baby?"

"f-feels s-so good, junnie-" you whimpered in response, the tears from earlier racing back as you screwed your eyes shut tight. his hand lifted one of your legs, effectively spreading you out impossibly more, as his middle and ring fingers rubbed at your clit in rough, sloppy circles.

"gonna tell your parents 'bout how much you've improved..." yeonjun said, tone dripping both with love and lust as his other hand snaked around your body, groping at your breasts, his lips fluttering soft kisses along your jawline, "my smart girl catches on so fast every time. always makin' me so proud."

a choked moan left the back of your throat, your wet hair falling into your eyes with each thrust, your voice shaky as you babbled mindlessly, "d-don't wanna go home.."

he smirked softly, pecking your temple, "i know, baby. but i'll see you next week, okay? and then we can catch up on the lost time all over again."

you sniffled, "o-okay." your hand quivering as it found his, gripping tightly onto his fingers as you clamped tightly around him, "s-so close, junnie."

"yeah? you're gonna cum for me?" he asked between heavy pants as each thrust he delivered came faster than the last one, the erotic nature of the sound of your skin slapping against his making your body quake.

you could only respond with the nod of your head at his question, much too dazed to even think straight anymore. you felt the crash coming as your climax built up in your stomach, your thighs shook and convulsed at the sensation as you let out a broken cry of pleasure, dropping your head as our release sent your mind spiralling into a web weaved with so many different emotions, you were sure that you would lose count if you tried.

the movement of his hips slowed to an eventual stop as his peak reached as well, leaving you filled with his pearlescent finish as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he laid gentle kisses along the side of your neck. the words he said only came out in a soft whisper with his lips against the shell of your ear, "let's get dried off.."

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[pseudowho]

hellooo Haitch, how are you ? Wanted to drop by and tell you that I enjoyed rereading some Nanami pieces from you now that you've been reblogging them with new headers Also wanted to ask you 2 things : 1. Tips for becoming a better writer ? As in how to improve flow, narration, description (without becoming overbearing), how to make characters more human and less unidimensional 2. Favourite books you've recently read and that you'd recommend ? i've been rereading old favourites like Lolita and the Catcher in the Rye and I desperately need something new :( Thanks a looot

Hiii! I'm having a hard week. It's my grandmother's funeral tomorrow, and I'm horribly afraid. I'm getting by, though. Thanks for asking 💕

TIPS FOR BECOMING A BETTER WRITER:

Read more, and read-- I cannot stress this enough-- challenging and variable material. Difficult books. Classics. Crappy chick-flicks. News articles. Thrillers, romances, murder mysteries, philosophy books, fantasy books. Research pieces. All of them add to the reference library in your mind than you can use to compare to. These all help with flow, narration, description, because they all give you styles of writing to imitate.

Onomatopoeia is your friend. Not just, in individual words (crash, plop, honk!) but in sentence structure. Someone who is angry but calm may sound staccato, crisp-- their words, their sentences, should snip accordingly. You're describing a slow-flowing river? Languid, lazy, loose and fluid rolling sounds bring it to mind.

Trust your reader. Show them, don't tell them. If your setting is a coffee shop, with bright yellow walls, sunflowers outside, and wonderful coffee that always wakes them up, at their favourite table by the window? Don't TELL them the coffee shop is that way. Show them through the way your character interacts with their environment. For example: "Kento's hands grazed those sunny petals, always reminding him, curiously, of a Van Gogh piece his grandmother displayed in his childhood. Stepping into the shop, blinded by the sunshine splashed on the walls and the earth-roast aroma, he spotted his regular table overlooking the street, still free; his barista seemed to have anticipated his arrival, sliding his drink to the front of the queue with a smile." See? The story is moved along AND the reader can picture the environment. Trust them to see the things you infer, without having to DIRECTLY SAY "the walls are yellow, there were sunflowers outside, and this was Kento's regular coffee shop". Capiche?

Some idiot once said to keep everything to the point. Whilst this is true, to some extent, your words choices should be luxurious, in that there is ALWAYS the perfect word for a mood, a smell, a taste, a touch, a feeling. Each word you choose being just so makes a story feel rich and flavoursome. The fact is, if you are struggling to describe something and you find yourself piling sentence after sentence of almost correct words...leave it. Come back when the correct word is there.

If you Selfship, SELFSHIP HARDER-- talk to these people in your head. Build scenarios with them. Savour their reactions and their responses, don't see them through rose-tinted lens either. Cross-reference them with people you know, people you HAVE KNOWN, find the perfect words to describe them to other people.

Empathise harder. Empathy is the core of understanding someone's character. Walk a mile in their shoes. It helps, trust me.

FAVOURITE STUFF I'VE READ LATELY:

I adore Natasha Pulley's "The Watchmaker of Filigree Street" and its sequel "The Lost Future of Pepperharrow". The Ben Aaronovitch "Rivers of London" series is also excellent. If you want a great atmospheric, beautifully perfect scene-setting ghost story, go for "The Haunting of Hill House" by Susan Hill. "Pachinko" (I can't recall the author and I'm away from my bookshelf) is another favourite of mine. "The Poppy War" is the first in a trilogy by R.F.Kuang, and although it was her debut novel and there are traces of immaturity there, she is blossoming and I genuinely threw the second book across the room at one point because the angst and plot-twists hit me so hard.

Phew.

I'm no professional writer, so these are just my thoughts.

Mr Haitch lectures in English Literature and Creative Writing, so the "trust your reader" is one that he offered.

Good luck, thanks for thinking I'm good enough to advise you on this.

-- Haitch xxx

[blackbat05]

Fate

Adam Warlock x Reader

Plot: Who knew a mundane activity could help you to develop a new bond in the strangest of ways?

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of public attack, please do not read if it triggers you)

A/N: I have no idea why but I suddenly decided to try writing for Adam Warlock! Honestly, Will Poulter caught my eye way back in maze runner (yes I know) and I hope he does well! The movie isn't out yet so I'm leaving a lot to my creativity here. If you like it, do reblog! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Also, if you do like my work and if you can, do tip here!

Tired.

You were so very tired. Yet you were so restless. Somehow the sage advice from your mother rang loud in your ears despite the grueling schedule you had just gone through today.

An exercise will do you some good.

Cursing under your breath, you prepared to head out in your workout gear. As they say, the starting is always the hardest.

Getting into a rhythm with the music, you started on your usual route. Shoes pounding the pavement, you let yourself feel the burn on your thighs.

Sure, you despised running. If there was an easier way, you would take it without a doubt. But there were upsides to it as well.

Such as the fresh air, the familiar scent of spring, and freshly baked croissants mixed together.

It was definitely not the man that you ran face-first into.

As you collide with him, you almost bounce off right into the parked car at the side of the pavement. Bracing for the impact, you didn't expect a pair of arms to wrap you by the waist.

"Are you alright? I mean, did I hurt you? That's what Quill told me to say if I offended someone." The man mumbled the last part loud enough for you to hear. You can't help but be amused at his choice of words. Standing back upright, you're able to take a better look at the man- scratch that.

You were looking at a god.

His skin was unbelievably golden as if it was kissed by the sun. It certainly didn't help that his chiseled features were staring at you unabashedly with piercing eyes.

Snapping out of your stupor, you nod a little too fast for your liking. You allow your eyes to run, hovering over his figure, wondering how hard you must have run into him to almost get a concussion.

Or was it the other way around?

Get your head out of the gutter.

"I wouldn't say you offended me. I wasn't really watching where I was going either." You gave your most amicable smile. To your slight disappointment, the man seems to be lost in thought as he stares beyond you.

Get real and get your arse moving. You have no business with him anyway, he's just some stranger whom you bumped into-

You attempt to sidestep him to continue your journey when he grabs you once more right as a blast throws the two of you back onto the ground.

Ears ringing, you realize the man's trying to rouse you from your shock. All you can see is chaos as people around you run frantically for shelter.

Carrying you away from the open, he gently places you down. You struggle to get your hearing back but you know what he's trying to tell you.

"Stay here."

Before you can argue, he leaves the temporary shelter he found for you and walks into the open. Just what was he thinking?

"Are you mad! You'll get yourself killed!" You screamed enough for your throat to go hoarse.

The man looks over his shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face. And then, the unbelievable happens.

Eyes glowing bright yellow, he leaps into the adjacent building with frightful speed, crashing the windows on his way through. A flash of bright light and soon enough, the assault on the streets stops.

You don't realize how hard you're trembling until a hand rests on your shoulder. You are now looking at a woman with big black eyes and antennas attached to her head staring at you curiously.

"Go to sleep."

***

You jolt with shock, panting wildly. What kind of a crazy dream was that? You were positive you were going insane with all the recent stress.

Wait... this wasn't your house. Why did you feel like you were on a moving spaceship?

Scrambling out of the covers, you press the button, planning a great escape. You see a knife discarded at the entrance. Yeap. You had to get out of here.

Arming yourself with the weapon, you creep out of the room and make your way to the front of whoever kidnapped you. As you inch forward, you could hear hushed voices trying to climb over each other at once.

"What were you thinking Adam? I mean I'm reckless but this is a whole new level! What if someone saw you?"

"Reckless is an understatement. You should have seen Quill, he was a hot mess."

"Not now Rocket! Drax can you check on sleeping beauty? The mechanics should have worked by now."

At the mention of what you presume to be you, you raise your knife and make the most intimidating face you can conjure at this moment.

"Somebody has three seconds to tell me what I'm doing on a flying spaceship or I'll cut someone's head off. Trust me, I can be pretty mean with this knife."

You see the man- Adam as you have learned staring at you along with the rest. Seeing how no one was making their move, you advance forward, holding the knife to his throat.

To your shock, Adam smirks, pushing away the tip of the knife with his ring finger without breaking eye contact with you. "Drax, you should really keep an eye on your stuff you know."

Another man with a hulking figure and dark green skin shrugs helplessly. "Sorry."

The third man in a red leather jacket rushes over to stop the altercation. "Please put the knife down. We have not kidnapped you. In fact, we haven't left Earth yet. Remember the blast? My name is Peter Quill and if you would we can explain everything to you."

You turn your attention to him, letting Peter continue.

You can't believe your ears- that have now been equipped with some sort of alien tech, courtesy of the talking raccoon that was tinkering away at the control panels, oblivious to the absurdity of it all.

"The blast affected your hearing and Adam bought you here to get it fixed. It may be a little weird but you feel comfortable in no time."

You nod numbly, trying to process this information. "Can I speak to Adam in private please?"

Peter nods, ushering the others who seemed eager to stay. Once the doors to the smaller rooms had slid shut, you approached the man.

"I appreciate what your team has done but I don't get it. Why did you help me? You could have just left me."

Adam pauses and for a split second, you're positive that he's almost zoning out on you.

"You were concerned about me. No one was ever concerned for me before."

You frown at his admission, silently sitting beside him.

“Well, I don’t know what you went through but you deserve every bit of concern. Even if you can fly through buildings and practically indestructible.” You hold his hand to which causes him to freeze momentarily.

But you don’t let go. Instead, you wait for him. Confused, Adam slowly interlocks his fingers with yours before holding it tighter. He looks at you, as if to seek your approval.

“Thank you Adam. Thank you for saving me.”

Your intimate moment was broken by his team as they stumbled out of the room, a lopsided grin on Quill’s face that you choose to ignore. Even so, Adam doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Well then! I hope that settles everything. I’m so sorry but we really must get going. And I’m not going to be accused of kidnapping another human into space.”

You blushed apologetically to which the rest of the team accepts good naturally with the exception of the raccoon whom which you were still weirded out by to be honest.

Walking down the steps, you see Adam slowly trailing behind you, hesitant to leave to god knows where. You see that he’s struggling to form his words, so you decide to take the lead.

“If you come back to Earth again, I’ll be happy to show you around.”

He blinks at your offer, breaking into a smile. “I’ll love that.” Adam strides over to you, giving you a last goodbye hug before getting back into the jet, leaving his lingering trace of his embrace.

You can’t explain it but as you watch the jet soar into the skies, you feel like you will see him again very soon.

Just like your first encounter, it would be fate.

[inkedreverie]

You're Mine

pairing: dark!alpha lloyd hansen x omega!fem!reader

summary: months after leaving Court’s pack, Lloyd decides to take what’s his.

word count: 4k+

warnings: non-con(aka rape) but also dub-con. dirty talk, p in v sex, blood kink if you squint. abo dynamics/werewolf au. kidnapping. lloyd is an asshole in the beginning. forced intimacy. let me know if I missed any warnings. if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes, scroll past this. you are in charge of your own media consumption. Minors do not interact!!! 🔞

A/N: This is a repost from my other blog since it got deleted. If you enjoyed this, please reblog/ give feedback!

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He’d been watching Y/N for a while now, unbeknownst to her. Always a few feet away or hiding in the shadows at night. Lloyd has perfected the art of stealth, due to years of experience with working with the CIA. Also, there’s the fact that he’s the Alpha of his pack. He won’t let her see him until he’s ready. And he can’t quite put his finger on it , but there’s just something about her that reels him in. 

Recently, he’s found it hard to control himself around Y/N. He blames it on those sundresses she always likes to wear, now that the summer heat has rolled around the corner. The way they hug her curves, the way those spaghetti straps fall off her shoulders, and the way her curls cascade down her back.

He’s lost track of how many times he’s stayed up, thinking about her, fucking his own fist to the lewd images of her invading his mind, imagining her plump lips wrapped around him. Lloyd dreams of taking her away from that obnoxious boyfriend of hers and one day making Y/N his.

And don’t get him started on her scent. It’s intoxicating. And she’s not even in heat yet. A mix of vanilla, honey and lavender. He can’t get her out of his mind. He’s got to have her—and he will but he’s got to pick the perfect moment. 

One night, he follows Y/N on her regular run to the grocery store. She was gathering a few essentials. Her heat was due in a few days and she wanted to be prepared. It’s late. Eleven o’ clock, to be precise. She makes the mistake of dropping her bags in the middle of the alleyway and that’s when he decides to pounce. Y/N jerks up as soon as she feels herself being shoved back against the brick building, followed by the cloth that covers her face.

 Y/N begins to fight back. Her arm comes up to knock his hand out of the way but she freezes the moment she feels his hand wrap around the base of her neck, eyes going wide. 

Refusing to give up, she reluctantly raises her knee to his groin but he blocks it with his thigh. 

“Tsk, tsk”, is the last thing she hears before she feels her whole body go heavy and all her surroundings go black. He’s got her.

—

Lloyd watches in the corner as she stirs, shielded by the darkness. God, she was gorgeous. But more importantly, she was his.

Cold air prickles her bare shoulders, her eyes flutter open, feeling heavy lidded and swollen. She moves to rub both of her arms, but strong leather prevents her. Y/N blinks a few times before her vision clears, a long black strap fastened against her forearms. She begins to squirm and fidget, making the hard bed frame beneath her squeak. 

Everything is a bit of a blur, images all jumbled together like mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She remembers leaving the grocery store, and walking down the dark alley and then— nothing.  

“Help!” She croaks out. 

“Hello, Sunshine,” Lloyd’s deep voice alone almost makes her jump out of her skin. She freezes, watching as he steps out of the shadows before her. If she didn’t know better she could have sworn her heart stopped. “Where am I?”

“You’re home.”

Home? What the fuck was he talking about? Brows furrow as she processes his answer. Y/N squirms against the restraints. “Where’s Court? Lloyd, this isn’t funny.” She’s hoping this is some sort of sick joke. That any minute he’ll confess that all of this isn’t real but Y/N’s smarter than that.  

For as long as she’s known him, Lloyd’s always had a short temper. There’s been many times she thought he was going to rip Court’s throat out. And at the time she couldn’t quite understand how he could be so sweet to her and absolutely feral the next.

His jaw clenched and Lloyd fights the urge to ball his fists. How dare she bring up his name right now. 

“He’s not here.”

“Where is he?” she demands, eyes narrowing and desperately trying to squeeze one hand free but to no avail. She was too weak right now.

Lloyd strides over. Placing a hand to her forehead,  he brushes a few strands of hair out of her face. Y/N pauses at the sudden touch.

“That’s not important. Now, if I take these off, are you gonna be good?” 

Y/N nods and watches him as he slowly unbuckles the strap. She sits up carefully, taking in her surroundings. The basement is cold and damp, lined with brick walls and cement floors. A small ceiling lamp was the only thing that illuminated the space she was in, the rest filled with darkness. 

There was no sign of any exit. Not one she could see, at least. The only window in sight was the small one above her bed, covered with steel iron bars. 

“How long have I been here?” She mumbles, looking back up at him through dark lashes.

“A few days.” Lloyd followed her roaming eyes. 

“You’re not getting out of here without my help.”

“Lloyd, please, let me go. I need— I need to be with Court.” Y/N begged, voice cracking. She hated how desperate she sounded. Y/N tried to put on a brave face, but panic was setting in. She watched as his eyes softened. And for a minute she thought she saw empathy in them.

She was wrong. 

“Shh. Listen, Sunshine. You’re not going anywhere,” leaning down, his lips only a few inches from hers, “You’re mine.” Strong fingers trace the line of her jaw, “Besides, a man like Gentry isn’t gonna be there for you like I can. Nor could he give you what you want. 

“And you think you can?”

“Oh, I know I can, sweetheart.” 

Y/N pushes him back and stands up abruptly. “This is ridiculous.” She steps forward, legs wobbly at first. And for a minute she thinks Lloyd will let her get away. But the moment she walks past him, his arms slink around her waist, pulling her into him, back against his firm chest, his other hand wrapped around her neck. 

“No, what’s ridiculous is how fucking loyal you are to that asshole. Pumpkin, we’re not gonna play this game.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

“Don’t you know how long I’ve waited for this? How many times I stood there and watched him kiss you, touching you?” Strong hands traveled upward, cupping both of her breasts. He gently squeezed them, warm breath tickling her neck. 

Y/N gasps at the sudden touch, honeyed heat pooling in her lower stomach. She hated how much power he yielded over her, how he made her feel.

“God, I want you... But that’ll have to wait.” He grips her hips, turning her to face him. “Tell me, how many days until your heat is due?”

“T-tomorrow.” 

“We need to prepare then. Come.”

To be honest, everything in her is telling her no, to run. But she doesn’t have much choice. Y/N couldn’t remember the last two days and Lloyd, despite her lack of trust in him, was the only one offering her any support when it came to dealing with her heat. 

He guided her out of the moldy basement and when they reached his bedroom, he ordered his men to bring in the necessities she’d need to nest. He’d laid out a gown, along with a pair of towels for her to bathe. Y/N felt guilty how the hairs on the back of her neck stood, the butterflies swimming in her stomach. 

For as long as she’d known Lloyd, one thing was for sure. He wasn’t a nice man and he always had something up his sleeve.

When Y/N stepped into the shower, her shoulders dropped, relaxed by the feeling of warm water cascading down her back. She hadn’t really noticed how much tension that had been built up the past few days.

She tilts her head back, rubbing the soap over her collar bone, eyes fluttering shut. And for a moment, she forgets where she’s at and who’s awaiting her outside the bathroom.  God, how did she get here? Y/N mentally curses herself, remembering her boyfriend’s warning. 

How he advised her not to go out when it was so late, how she gave him a reassuring smile, kissed his cheek and said, “I’ll be fine.” And oh, how wrong she was. 

When Y/N’s finished, she steps out of the shower and grabs a towel, wrapping it around herself. She takes a deep breath, before turning the knob and opening the door and she’s not surprised when she spots Lloyd laying down on the bed before her, hands intertwined and resting behind the back of his neck. 

A devilish smirk is etched onto his features as he glances at her. He likes her like this; nervous, fidgeting and nowhere to go. Nothing, nobody can stop him from taking what’s his now.

“Lloyd, where are my clothes?”

“Right here,” he nods to the end of the bed. He rises from the bed, stalking towards her. “But, before you do. I have one small favor to ask.”

“Lloyd, please, no more games.” Y/N gripped her towel tighter around her,  she starts to walk around him but he stepped to the side, blocking her path.

“This isn’t a game, pumpkin. When are you going to get that through that beautiful head of yours?” He wraps an arm around her. “Now, give me a kiss and I’ll let you get dressed.”

“N-no. I’m not kissing you.” she stutters, her hands coming up to push against his chest, but she stops herself when his eyes turn icy with anger.

“Am I gonna have to teach you a lesson?” He leans in, nose pressed against her scent gland. “If you don’t behave, I’ll have to shove my cock between those pretty little lips of yours.” 

“But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” He taunts, fingers trailing over her bottom lip. “I can smell your arousal even now. Bet if I ripped this towel off of ya’, you’d be soaking wet. Would you like that?”

Y/N gulps, heart racing. She can feel the heat rise from her neck, goosebumps spreading down her damp shoulders. She was loyal to Court but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to Lloyd. 

Maybe it was his casual stance, paired perfectly with that cocky smirk that drew her in. Or those striped polo shirts and the way they always fit tightly against his broad chest. 

Or maybe it’s the fact that deep down, she‘s attracted to this darker side of him. The way he would deny authority, his impulsivity. Once Lloyd transformed into an Alpha, everything had shifted. Something more feral had awakened in him. 

She remembers how he’d manhandle the other females, and that one night she walked in on him, fucking another omega, secretly wishing it had been her. Y/N remembers it like it was yesterday— he’d had the other girl pinned, back against the wall, legs wrapped around him. Lloyd’s strong arms holding her thighs, as he pounded into her. The image still makes her heart race. 

Y/N watches him pull away and grips her wrist, pulling her over to the king sized bed and pushing her down. 

“Lloyd, I’m not kissing you.” she seethes, glaring up at him. “You will,” Lloyd ignores her, pushing her back against the bed, “if you want to get dressed.”

He leans down, arms placed on both sides of her. “Or I could just rip this towel off of you right now, take away these clothes and just have my way with you?”

Y/N glares up at him, fists clenched and pushing against his chest but it’s useless.  When it comes to him, she’s powerless. “Lloyd. Don’t do this. I love Court—“ 

His lips form into a wicked grin, eyes scanning hers. Y/N feels her breath hitch in her throat, stomach churning. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” he growled, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Gentry is gone. He’s not your Alpha anymore. I am.”

“L-lloyd,” He interrupts with his lips touching her collarbone, then her neck. “That’s better.” He hums against her skin before he reaches the corner of her mouth. Finally, his lips find hers, needy and hungry. This. It’s better than anything his mind could conjure up. 

And this definitely makes up for those lonely nights he spent dreaming of her. Y/N lets out a small whimper and Lloyd can feel the bulge in his pants growing. She once again, squirms underneath him, making her towel slide a few inches. When his lips leave hers, she’s breathless, mind spinning, eyes gazing down at his mouth. 

Lloyd’s lips curl into a small grin. “Hmm. Seems like Gentry wasn’t much of a good kisser.” He taunts. When he pulls away she can’t help but sense this feeling of disappointment. Her cheeks heat up again as she sits up from bed. 

Y/N grips her towel a bit too quickly because when she looks up again, he’s standing in front of her, grin widening. “Aw, cupcake, don’t play coy now.”

Y/N stood up from the bed, hands resting on her hips. “I don’t suppose you’re going to give me the courtesy of leaving while I change?”

“Leave the room?” He raises a brow, pulling out an unlit cigarette out of his pocket, “’M afraid not, pumpkin.”

“Then can you please turn around?” 

“Why?” He quirks up an eyebrow, grin never faltering. “Don’t tell me Court’s never seen you naked?”

“I-I —well…” Y/N trips over her words before she regains her composure. “Lloyd, please?”

“Fine. Just this once.” With a huff, he finally turns around. After a few seconds, she drops her towel and slips on the red silk gown. Her eyes wander over to him after she’s clothed, and she’s surprised to find out his back is still facing her. 

“Okay,” Y/N finally says, arms crossed against her chest. 

When he turns, his gaze wanders from her hair, stopping all the way down to her knees where the dress stops. The gown hugs her curves. Lloyd tilts his head, eyes still scanning her body. It’s a shame she’s covering her chest. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Lloyd’s had many girlfriends in the past but none of them compare to Y/N.

He hasn’t been staring long but it’s starting to bother her. She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear before fiddling with her fingers. “Well? Is this up to your satisfaction?” she asks, gesturing to her outfit. 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” 

—

After dinner, Lloyd had dragged her out onto the balcony to watch the sunset. He’d been careful not to let her get too far away from him. He wasn’t an idiot. Just because he’d wined and dined her didn’t mean she was now content with her new surroundings. It would take some time.

But then she flashed those doe eyes at him, those plump lips, pressed her chest against his. “Lloyd, you went through all this trouble for me.” She finally breathes out, delicate hands traveling up his chest and slinking around his neck. “When all you had to do was ask,” Y/N whispers, both hands now cupping his face. 

He furrows his brows, he can’t believe the words he’s hearing. He opens his mouth to respond but she shakes her head. The next thing he knows, she’s leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His grip tightens around her waist, hands traveling lower and lower. Y/N tries her best to force out a moan. She’s raising her knee swiftly and when it comes in contact with his crotch, she’s pushing him away. 

Y/N doesn’t wait. This is her chance. Turning around, she runs down the stairs, the stone steps are rough and warm under her feet. Once she reaches the grass, she breaks off into a sprint, arms at her sides, as she hears muffled screams echoing her name.

—

She’s running, running as fast as her feet will carry her. It’s dark and cold, the only thing illuminating her path is the moonlight above her. Y/N can feel the slight chill creeping into her bones, the harsh leaves from the bushes scratching her skin, as she sprints through the woods. But she can’t stop.

Her eyes scan the woods for an escape. Anything. An old shed, a bush. She knows he’s not far behind her. She’s still holding out hope that she’ll allude him. She’s got to escape, she can’t go back. Y/N knows what fate has in store for her. A man she doesn’t love, doesn’t want. Lloyd’s been waiting, aching to claim her once and for all. 

He can feel the anger swelling up inside him, coursing through his veins and fueling his strength. His hands slowly clenched into fists. Ungrateful little bitch, he thinks. He should have known. Should have known this was all an act, just so she could escape. And on the night before her heat, no less. What was she thinking…Lloyd’s mentally scolding himself. He saw the way she was looking for an exit earlier this morning. He should have never let his guard down.

Lloyd pushes his thoughts away. He can’t dwell on the past. He needs to focus on rectifying this mistake. He’s waited too long to let her slip through his fingers. He’s sprinting by now, he raises his chin, letting that familiar scent invade his nostrils. She’s close. He can feel it.

Y/N can hear the crickets, the leaves crunching beneath her bare feet. It’s only been a few minutes but it feels as if she’s been running for hours. Her heart’s beating faster, but she can’t tell if that’s the fear creeping in or the energy slowly being drained from her body. She can feel her muscles beginning to ache. 

She’s close to the edge of the forest. She can hear the sound of cars speeding by, honking, the glow of the headlights through the crack in the trees. She’s almost there when her leg gives way on a fallen branch. There’s a crunch, followed by her feet tripping over themselves. 

Before she can catch her breath, she hears footsteps behind her. With a fist full of her hair, she falls backwards on the ground. “There you are,” he purrs, his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. “Did you actually think you were going to escape me?” When Y/N doesn’t answer, his grip tightens around her scalp, making her wince and let out a small whimper that makes his dick twitch.

When he releases his grip from her, he bends down and picks her up, carrying her over his shoulder. “Lloyd, let me go!” she screams, fists pounding repeatedly on his back. But he doesn’t budge. The only response she’s left with is him chuckling darkly, as he makes his way back to the house.

When the two of them reach the top of the stairs, he’s grabbing her wrist, tightly. Slamming open the bedroom door, he pushes Y/N forward, making her stumble over her feet. 

He’s striding over towards her, eyes darkening with lust, lips pressed into a thin line. Y/N doesn’t have to read his mind to know he’s angry, furious even. 

Lloyd closes the gap between them with one last step. And the moment he sees her head dip down in fear, his hand grips her chin. “What? Not so talkative now, are we?”

“L-Lloyd, I’m sorry. I promise. I won’t do it again. P-please?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna make sure you never leave again. Now be a good girl and lay down.” Without another word he releases her from his grip. Y/N stumbles back on to the bed, eyes darting from his dark ones as his hands slide down to the buckle on his jeans. 

With one swift movement, he unzips his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring up. Y/N looks away, eyes burning as tears fill up the corners of her eyes. “Lloyd, please, you don’t have to do this,” she pleads, voice cracking.

”You’ve given me no choice, Y/N. You know, I was going to be nice. Let you nest for tomorrow, prepare for your heat. Then I was going to break that bonding gland, be gentle with you so it wouldn’t hurt.” Lloyd pushes her back on the bed, pushing up the hem of her red gown, the one he’d given her a few hours ago. “But that’s all changed.”

He’s sliding her panties to the side now, guiding his thick tip at her entrance. “Aw, look at that, already so wet for me.” He leans down, hand at her throat again. “That little stunt of yours, you liked me chasing you. It turns you on, doesn’t it? You like getting chased.”

Y/N lets out a small whimper, fingers clawing at the bed sheets, her head turning away from him.  “Don’t deny it, Y/N. You and I both know it’s true.” His lips brush against her cheek, pressing a kiss at her jaw. “Remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

Lloyd slams into her in one long thrust, his length filling her up completely. “Tomorrow, I’ll be the only man you think about, the only one you’ll want.” he pants, hot breath fanning over her face. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut.

Lloyd doesn’t slow down, each thrust faster than the one before. His nose is pressed against her neck. “You just had to go and fuck it all up, didn’t you?” He growls, fingernails digging into her flesh as he grabs her face. “Look at me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours while I fuck you.”

Her eyes flutter open, vision blurry from her tears. “Lloyd, please. I’m sorry,” she sobs, body betraying her as her walls clench around him. 

Lloyd ignores her pleads, hand still clasped around her throat. “But you feel so good around me, baby. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He leaves a sloppy kiss to her lips, pace slowing down, being extra careful not to knot inside her right now. His thumb strokes the side of her neck.

”This is gonna hurt, babygirl. But it’ll be worth it. Okay?”

 Y/N sniffles, brows furrowed in confusion but then his eyes turn red, fangs extending. He doesn’t give her time to respond, his mouth is on her neck, teeth sinking into flesh. Her hands are gripping the sheets tighter and it takes all the strength she has to fight the urge to scream.

Blood trickles down her chest, soaking and blending into her gown. Y/N gasps, pain courses through her neck and shoulder. She’s shutting her eyes again, wishing this was all some terrible dream. “No... P-please, stop.” she mumbles, body trembling underneath him. “It hurts.”

“Shh, baby. It’s almost over.” He coos, lips curled into a slanted smirk. Lloyd licks up the rest of the blood before his mouth finds hers. This time he’s kissing her softly, rough hands coming up to cup her cheeks, gently wiping away her tears.

Y/N gulps down the metallic taste in her mouth. When Lloyd pulls away his eyes have softened. He’s looking at her face, anger now replaced with adoration. “I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he whispers. 

—

When she wakes, there’s only one thing on her mind: Lloyd. And the ache she feels. Her hands roam over her chest, thighs clenched together as her arousal drips between her legs. There’s a faint light peeking through the windows. 

Y/N turns her head and when she realizes the space beside her is bare, she’s surprised. A small moan escapes past her parted lips and she’s cursing herself after it happens. She’s gone through her heat alone before and she could do it again. As if on cue, he’s walking through the door.

“Go away,” she seethes.

Lloyd strides over to her, flashing her that knowing smirk. It doesn’t help that he’s shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Everything in her is urging her to leap off the bed and jump on him right here and now, but she refuses.

“You don’t mean that. I need you.” He breathes, he stops near the side of the bed, hovering over her, chest heaving up and down like he’s been running. Lloyd closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling her heat scent. It’s sweet. Better than anything he could imagine. The aroma alone clouds up his mind

“And I know you need me too.” He whispers. “Y/N, stop resisting. You’re in pain.”

“Fuck. It hurts.” She whispers, then she’s sitting up, she wants to peel off her skin it hurts so bad. It’s almost unbearable, the will to defy this want—no, need for him.

Y/N let’s put a shaky breath, eyes look up at him through dark lashes. 

“Lloyd.”

“Yes?”

Y/N stands up, arms locking around his neck, her forehead pressed against his.

“Make it go away. Make the pain go away.”

“I’ll make it all better, baby.”

Her lips touch his with such neediness, such desire. Y/N doesn’t have room to feel any sense of guilt. There’s only a need for him. Only him. 

He’s halfway tempted to rip off her gown,leaving her bare so there’s nothing standing between them. Just skin on skin but he ignores the urge. He eagerly pushes up the hem of her gown, ripping off her panties instead.

Lloyd slides his hand under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. This time, he slides into her slowly. He wants to take his time, wants to cherish the moment. The gasp she lets out is music to his ears, her hands are now sinking into his hair. Another moan leaving her lips with each thrust.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he breathes, forehead touching hers. Heat-scent invading his mind. She’s like a drug—a high he doesn’t want to let go of. 

Her fingernails are grazing over his scalp, tugging on his locks when he finally hits that sweet spot of hers, slick dripping down his thighs. “Lloyd, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You look so pretty like this,” he coos. “My pretty omega. All mine. I was meant for you.”

And then her walls are fluttering around him, fingernails trailing and then digging into his skin at the back of his shoulders. Lloyd let’s out a low groan, his mouth finding hers once more. “I can’t believe this is real. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His nose now pressed into the crook of her neck. “Am I making you feel good, Princess?” Her answer is a strangled moan, fingers digging in deeper, pulling him closer if that’s even possible. And now he’s picking up the pace, nipping at the sensitive skin on her neck.

Her heart is pounding in her chest and Lloyd can feel it. He’s now leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, her chest, until his mouth is on her clothed breast, the thin, silk fabric not much of a barrier. Y/N’s head falls back, clutching his shoulders as he holds her in his arms.

He’s fucking her, hard and fast, a desperate need for him and when he pulls away, his forehead is pressed to hers again, eyes staring down at her doe-eyed one’s. “You’re perfect, Y/N.” He whispers.

“Lloyd,” her voice is cracking, her legs tightly wound around his waist are shaking as he thrusts and thrusts upwards, pleasure radiating up her spine. “This feels—this feels good.” 

“Don’t you see, Y/N? You were made for me. Only me.” There’s nothing more divine than this. Suddenly she’s arching her back, chest to chest, sweat dripping down her forehead, down her neck, lips parted into a hushed scream as she spasms around him.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips ghosting over hers. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and I’ll give you my knot.”

Soon enough she’s devouring him in a frantic kiss. It’s messy and bruising and she’s locking her arms around him, almost as if she’s holding on for dear life. And then she’s coming, walls fluttering around him again.

His knot expands, pleasure climbing up her spine like fiery warmth. Lloyd can feel her quivering against him and he takes this moment to slide in deeper, pumping his cum into her. 

After a few minutes they both collapse on the bed. With the little strength he’s got, he rolls both of them onto their sides. His knot keeps them linked together. Time seems to slow, both of them trying to catch their breaths. LLoyd nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck, her back pressed against the warmth of his chest.

“Are you okay?” he says softly. 

“Yeah. I still hate you though.” she mumbles, breath still slightly ragged. 

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “You’re a bad liar, Y/N.”

[peridyke]

How many comics do you have? and where can I find them?

thank you for asking!!!!

sadly right now i don’t have any finished comics to show off as I only recently got the time to seriously work on my art BUT i do have a variety of projects that i can show off! there’s some stuff i’m actively working on and other stuff that’s more of a back burner thing but let me list out everything i’ve done/have planned on doing

1) angel bites

ok so my current project i’m working on right now is called angel bites and it’s actually going to be a fun lesbian erotica comic about an angel girl and devil girl who are bandmates and who secretly hook up on the side. i’m currently in the process of thumbnailing this one and i’m guessing it’s gonna be around 60 or so pages. once im done i’m gonna have the comic up on patreon/have it for sale digitally on a platform like itch.io BUT the first 20ish pages are sfw so I will post those publicly for free so i can show off my work and characters.

i designed these in universe pin ups that i haven’t posted publicly yet and even though i wanted to wait until i finish the third one in the series that’s a little sillier theyre my most recent and best looking art of the characters

2) sacrificial lamb

sacrificial lamb was my main focus for a bit but i’ve taken a break from it for the time being to work on other projects. it’s a more serious project than anything else i’ve been doing but it’s one i’ve been planning out since 2021 and that i do want to seriously look into getting published when it’s finished. it is a lesbian horror comic about a butch lesbian rabbit whose femme cat girlfriend gets sucked into the darker side of new age spiritualism. here is my WIP of the cover and a finished page

3) claw wrench

this is a lower priority project of mine but one i still want to make exist in some form one of these days. it’s about a teenage cat named milly going to live with their estranged super genius mad scientist half sister named mindy and her robot assistant mr. rogato. it would be a newspaper strip style comic with a few larger plot threads. i might start it up one of these days after i’ve gotten some other comics under my belt and i feel like i have a better mental image of what i want the writing to be like. here’s some designs i did in 2021

4) be mine, valentine

this is a project featuring characters of mine who i’ve had for a few years but only recently decided i wanted to turn into a short story. it’s about a peryton coder named cupid who is unbeknownst to herself a trans girl egg discovering her identity after being hired by a trans girl sex worker unicorn named valentine to help build a website for her work. it’s a short but sweet little love story that i have to plan out better before i seriously work on it but i can see it being something i make in the near-ish future. there will be some nudity and sexual themes but nothing pornographic so i will upload it for free online when it’s done ^_^ sadly i um…don’t have a sfw drawing of valentine yet LOL so you’re just gonna have to deal with a cropped pic

5) thalassophobia

this is probably most relevant to peoples’ interest who follow me and something probably remember. thalassophobia is a really big steven universe fan comic i started writing to give lapis a more complete arc. i had a lot of passion for it back in 2022/23 but steven universe hasn’t been on my mind as much recently so it’s gone on the back burner. still i put a ton of work into it so i’d like to come back and finish writing it one day, although for the actual comic process i might see about getting some help on pages and colors and such since considering the scale i think it’s way too big for me to do solo. here’s a cover and a few test pages i did

I HAVE ONE MORE COMIC TO TALK ABOUT BUT IVE USED UP THE IMAGE LIMIT i’m gonna finish in a reblog so give me a second

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Eddie's been writing love letters he never intends to send. When he's interrupted by Steve for an impromptu fake date, he receives much more than the promised promotional free dessert.

cassette tapes and ticket stubs. 5.2k. (oneshot)

Eddie and Steve are set up on blind dates by Robin and Chrissy. They both get stood up. Or, do they?

butter, sugar, and northern mockingbirds. 17.1k. (3/3 chapters)

Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and Eddie Munson open Steve's secret dream bakery after surviving the Vecnapocalypse. Eddie can't seem to stop getting flour in his hair, Steve can't stop touching him, and Robin might lose her mind.

blue hour. 3.3k. (oneshot)

Eddie Munson smokes and thinks beneath the light of the chilly moon, the heat of Steve's thigh pressed comfortably against his own.

sugar, we’re goin’ down. 22.2k. (5/5 chapters)

Eddie Munson lets Steve Harrington take care of him in ways he'd never dared to imagine.

[thisiskitta]

Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Sorry, I didn't get to answer this til now. Thank you for sending this over to me! 1. My boyfriend. We've been together since January 2019. We knew eachother before that but we got closer in the fall of 2018 when I went through a really bad dental issue that made me sick for days unable to sleep and all that. He comforted me and was there for me that whole time. We are long distance, met online through a MMO and we're going as strong as ever. He's a fun guy and we can talk about anything, very open to eachother. We are very opposite but come together so well ^-^ He is so precious to me, treats me like no one ever has before and can make anything better. He is the sweetest man alive and I love him to pieces.

2. My cat Luna. My #1 companion. I've raised her since birth as she is the sole kitten my dad's cat had. I lived with my dad at the time and Zara (luna's mom) would bring Luna under my bed covers when she was like 3 days old. I had struggles trying to keep her in a safe space that she wouldn't just bring the kitten back in my bed. I even put the box with blankets in my bed and it didn't stop it lol. Luna is VERY attached to me due to this. A very clingy & affectionate cat. She always is near me and she sleeps on top of my butt/legs when I go to bed lol. She has a great fun personality and is so pretty. 3. Playing games. I mean a bit of a duh. I am definitely a gamer™ from MMO to single player RPG, narrative focus, to survival building to cozy games. I go with obsessive phases where all I want to play, do and consume is related around the game I am into at the moment. I've recently come back to The Sims franchise which I played for thousands upon thousands of hours where I was a kid/teenager (the sims 2 and the sims 3 being my big ones) but quit on the launch of Sims 4 because I hated what had been done by EA. I love the way the game is now and I am having a lot of fun with it. 4. Rain. I am a huge pluviophile. It will literally soothe my brain. I listen to soft rain videos when I have bad anxiety or unable to sleep (ADHD being a huge issue for my sleeping and rain sounds help focus my brain and relax instead of wandering in the highspeed rail train of thoughts I get lol) I even spent some time trying to figure out why it has such an effect on me and I think I cracked the code. I think it's the subconsciousness feeling of safety being inside while it's "not good" outside. That feeling of coziness the rain instantly gives. But I can't explain why I love it so much lol the sound, even the visuals. Gifs of rain give me instant good vibes. 5. Watching a bad movie with my online friends. Like a so bad it's good type of movie. Think The Room and... the Twilight saga (I'm sorry girls/boys/nbs) We laugh so freaking hard and it is such a good time.

[darkpoisonouslove]

😂 and 😭 for the ask game!

For a person that's barely written anything new recently, I sure do reblog a lot of ask games about posting WiP snippets. 😅

😂 a funny or crack WIP snippet

From the Winx rewrite, 1x03:

They were interrupted by the commotion coming from outside.

Bloom startled half to death when Stella screamed and ran to the doors leading to their balcony.

She threw them open and almost launched herself over the balustrade. “It’s the boys!”

...

Griselda’s disapproval could be felt in the air when he told her his name but Bloom was distracted by Stella grabbing her and shoving her in front of herself as a shield.

“I’m assuming that’s Brandon looking at you?” Flora teased.

“Why are you hiding from him?” Musa scrunched up her nose. “He looks like he’s about to climb up the walls and serenade you. At least throw him a bone.”

Stella scoffed. “And let the darkness and the distance between us ruin his first impression of my outfit?”

Bloom couldn’t help but shake her head. She waved at Brandon and gave him a smile and a thumbs-up to let him know everything was okay.

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

Also from the Winx rewrite, 1x03:

Stella lowered her gaze, fidgeting. “I made a little mistake back on Earth. When I was introducing Sky. You see, his identity is supposed to be a secret.”

Bloom’s heart pounded in her ears and she had to force herself to loosen her grip on Kiko. “Why, Stella? What’s going on?”

“Eraklyon is practically in a state of civil war and Sky’s parents are afraid for his safety. Which is the reason why he hides his identity. He has this little but powerful charm that changes his appearance when he’s in public so that no one can recognize him. Except, that apparently doesn’t work on Earth, and when I saw him looking like himself, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to tell who he was,” Stella squirmed, her head hung low.

“It’s okay, Stella,” Bloom placed a hand on top of Stella’s to still them. “I will keep it a secret, don’t worry.”

“I let it slip yesterday in front of the girls-”

“Don’t worry, we’ll tell them it’s an Earth thing to call your dream guy your prince. It’s not a lie anyway.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Bloom. You have to lie now.”

“Calm down, Stella. It’s not your fault. And it’s not Sky’s either. It’s a bad situation.”

That was a grand understatement. How serious was the threat to his life if he had to go through all this? Bloom’s stomach tied into a knot and she found herself wishing for the anxiety over dancing and making a good impression to come back instead of this.

“I take it the other guys know all of this?”

“Yes. Yes, they did before Earth. Saladin didn’t want them to be blindsided in case something... unexpected happens. He’s keeping a close eye on all of them. I’m surprised he even let them come get me back then. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn’t. How could I be so stupid?”

The words punctured Bloom’s rib cage like a white-hot iron. Stella’s self-deprecation was bad enough but there was also the outrage building slowly somewhere in her heart at the idea that her closest person in the whole Magic Dimension would have spent every second lying to her if not for a careless slip-up.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Yours, Forever | Chapter 9

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.6K

SUMMARY | Y/N gets brought in on a legal case after the Avengers are sued for destroying private property during their last big battle in New York. She has to work closely with everyone on this case, which brings up some old feelings with both Y/N and Bucky.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Light swearing.

A/N | Hi all, thanks for all the love I have received for the last few chapters of this story. As of right now, I am working on a version of the attack in chapter 7 from Bucky's point of view, so please be on the lookout for that as well! 💜

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Series masterlist | Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

Walking into the meeting room after months of being cooped up at Tony's house felt like a breath of fresh air, albeit slightly heavy to do breathe now. ''I'm ready'' Y/N said after Tony asked her to go in, so they walked into the conference room together. He put his hand on the small of her back to know everything will be okay and to give her a bit of security that she isn't alone in this. She never was, and she never will be. Her hand went to her necklace to make sure it is still there, before walking past Bucky and gently laying her hand on his shoulder as a form of reassurance. If therapy for the last 6 months has thought her anything, it's that it wasn't her fault and she is doing a lot better now.

''Looking good Y/N. I'm glad to see you wearing your necklace again.'' Steve whispered to her, the butterflies in her stomach started to go wild. Steve was there for her like no one else the last few months, and the bond between her, Steve, and Lucas grew stronger than ever. Now that she has Steve by her side, she feels confident and starts telling everyone that she will return to work for 3 days a week. ''This means you will see me around more often, starting with the reason why I am here today,'' she said and gave the word back to Fury. She looked at Bucky and gave him a small, reassuring smile and she saw the relief washing over his face. They weren't back to who they were yet, but at least now he could start building up what he had broken down all those months ago.

''As you all are well aware, there was a lot of damage done after your most recent battle here in New York and people have decided to sue all of you for the destruction of their properties. This means that none of you will be going on a mission any time soon, we don't want to create more chaos when we're done working through this pile of shit you all created,'' he said in a stern voice. ''Y/N has agreed to help all of you out as your lawyer, but seeing how this is her first case since coming back from her leave, you all better take good care of her, and do exactly what she says, when she says it. If not, each and every one of you will be fired immediately,'' he said. ''Meeting dismissed.'' was the last thing he said before walking out of the room.

''So, Y/N, how does it feel to be back?'' Natasha asked when she got up from her chair and pulled her in for a hug. ''It is still a little surreal, to be honest, but this way I can get back into the rhythm pretty easily. Thank you for asking, Nat, it means a lot,'' she said when she pulled away. After not seeing most of them the last few months, she could use some long overdue hugs from everyone - except Bucky, she wasn't ready for that kind of affection quite yet. ''Hi Buck, how are you?'' she asked when he was the only one left in the room with her and Steve. ''Thank you for the letter and for my necklace, I'm really glad I got it back, especially seeing how much it means to me,'' she said with a little undertone of sadness in her voice.

''Honestly, I've been a whole lot better. Still going to therapy and that does seem to help, but I still can't get over the fact that I hurt you, and I can not express how sorry I am for what I did,'' he said, but he couldn't look at her, as much as he'd want to. ''Like I wrote in my letter I'd love to make it up to you every day if you give me the chance. It won't be easy for either of us, I'm well aware of that, but I'm scared I've lost you forever, doll. I know it isn't my place to ask this of you, and if you don't want to, I'll walk away and never mention it again. Our relationship can me strictly professional if that's what you want. It is what I deserve, after all.'' Bucky ranted so fast he almost stumbled over his own words.

''I want you to do that Bucky, there's never been a single doubt in my mind about it. However, I don't think I'll be able to go back to the way we were any time soon. As much as I love you, you did hurt me, and not just physically. For now, I do think it is better if we keep it strictly professional, so our emotions won't be able to get in the way of this case...'' Y/N said in a soft voice, trying to reassure him. ''You.. love me?'' Bucky asked surprised. ''Of course I do Buck, I have so much love in my heart for you, and that is why I still want to give you a chance. We still have one hell of a road ahead of us, but I do think we will be able to come out stronger on the other end. There is no one else I see myself growing old with, just you.'' she said and she put her hand on his bicep squeezing softly as to show she really meant it.

''I love you too, doll,'' Bucky said barely above a whisper. ''I am sorry to have to go now, but I actually have an appointment right now,'' Y/N said and she said her goodbyes to both Bucky and Steve, leaving them behind in the conference room. ''It will be okay, Buck, she just told you that,'' Steve said and he grabbed Bucky by his shoulders, but it didn't really sink in yet. At least he found some comfort in the fact that you still wanted him, although he didn't really understand it. He knew he wanted her so badly, but after what he did he just couldn't grasp the fact that she still wants him too. He doesn't deserve her in his mind, even though she just told him the complete opposite. He lets a small smile form on his lips before turning around and walking to the gym with Steve, so they can get some of their energy out now.

~ Two weeks later ~

After a lot of preparation and talking back and forth with the lawyer of the other party, Y/N is finally ready to talk to all of the Avengers and hear their side of the story. ''I need all of your statements one by one, so we can present them in court if it comes to that. In the meantime, Tony and I are working very hard with the opposing party to settle out of court, since that would be the best outcome for all of you, and your reputations. These statements will be taken over the next week, so please be ready at the times I have given you earlier. The sooner we can get this over with, the sooner we can all go back to normal and we can send you guys back on missions.'' Y/N told everyone, before grabbing a pastry from the middle of the table that was made by her dad. She moans softly after biting into it and tasting it, it was her absolute favorite. ''So, any questions?'' she asked after the bite.

''Yeah, will there be more pastries when we have to give the statements?'' Sam asked jokingly, making everyone laugh because everyone knows he has a soft spot for his baked goods. ''Of course,'' she said followed by a chuckle. Hearing this made Bucky's heart beat a little faster, he was glad he could hear that little laugh again. It was a sign that everything would be okay in the end. ''Speaking of which, I do have to leave now and go help my dad in the bakery, but you know where to find me if you want more!'' she said with a wink and quickly got up, accidentally knocking her bag over. ''Shit!'' she muttered and quickly went to pick everything up, but Bucky was already ahead of her. ''Let me help,'' he said and she gladly accepted. ''Bye everyone!'' she said after this and ran out of the conference room because she was running late.

''Hi dad!'' she said when she walked into the bakery. She hasn't seen her dad much since the Avengers had been sued, but she made some free time to help him out in the bakery today. ''Hi sunshine! How are you doing today? I've missed you the last few weeks!'' he said and pulled her in for a big hug and a kiss on her cheek. ''Actually, I'm doing good! I just talked to everyone about the case and that I'm going to need some statements, so I'll be starting those on Monday.'' she said. ''What do you need help with today?'' she asked and he pointed her to some cakes ordered by clients that need to be decorated, one of Y/N's favorite things to do. ''Did you really leave those for me to do?!'' she asked and laughed at the idea, which he quickly said yes to before helping another client.

Decorating the cakes gave her something else to think about for once, and just as she was about done with the last bit of lettering on the first cake, her phone started to ring. ''Dad, can you check who it is?'' she asked and quickly put the piping bag down before washing her hands. ''It's Steve, honey. Want me to answer it?'' and you agreed. ''Hi Steve, it's Will here. Y/N will be with you shortly, she's just washing her hands!'' he said and Steve asked about the bakery, so they started talking about that a little bit. ''Dad, I believe he wanted to talk to me?'' Y/N said shaking her head. ''Right, we'll catch up another time, she's getting impatient!'' her dad said with a wink. ''Steve, how can I help you? Is everyone okay?'' she said with a bit of worry in her voice.

''Hi Y/N, yeah everyone is okay, I'm sorry for bothering you now, but it couldn't wait. Is it okay if I come by the bakery for a bit? I really need to talk to you and it kind of can't wait.'' he said making her even more worried. ''As long as you don't mind my dad hearing it, then sure. You know you don't have to ask right?'' she said, and Steve said he would be there in around 20 minutes. They said their goodbyes and she went back to decorating another cake. ''Hi Will, it's good to see you again. Looking good as ever!'' Steve said in a happy tone. ''Oh Steve, you know I'm not looking for a relationship, right?!'' her dad joked and they both laughed whole heartedly. ''Thanks though. Y/N is in the back decorating some cakes for me. I'll just get some pastries ready for you to take back to the compound in the mean time.'' he said and Steve walked to the back.

''Hi Y/N. Looks good!'' he said, quickly adding ''I meant the cake!'' knowing she would make the same joke as her dad if he didn't. ''Thank you! So, what is this important business that couldn't wait? Is it about the case?'' she asked, with a bit of a confused look on her face. ''Uh, no it isn't. It is actually some very personal matter, but you can't tell anyone about it...'' Steve started a bit unsure of what to say next. ''Okay?'' she said in a wondering tone, putting her piping bag down so she could face him. ''Whatever it is, you can trust me. I won't tell anyone. AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU DAD, I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING!'' she said to her dad who just chuckled as confirmation. ''Well, as you know Lucas and I have been going real steady and I actually want to ask him to marry me on our next date night. He is in California for 2 months for work so I won't be able to see him, but after that, I'd love to pop the question to him,'' he said in a soft voice, his face turning bright red at the confession.

''OH MY GOD STEVE, REALLY?! He'd be so happy if you ask him that, I'm positive he'd say yes!'' she gushed and practically jumped into his arms out of pure joy for him. He couldn't stop laughing, she was practically happier about it than he was. ''Would you be able to help me to set up this proposal? If you have time between work, the case, and working here?'' he asked, but she couldn't possibly say no. ''Of course, I'll help my best friend get engaged, that's just a given!'' and she squeals out of pure excitement. ''I'm so happy for you, does anyone else know?'' she asked, but he told her no one else knows, but he was going to tell Bucky later. ''I'm sure he'll be happy for you too, Steve. He will support you no matter what,'' with that, she gave him one more big hug before he left for the compound with her dad's pastries.

The statements went by very quickly, and they pretty much all said the same thing. Tony was getting closer and closer to being able to settle out of court, and today there was one more meeting about it. ''So, Mr. Stark, Ms. Y/L/N, we have made a decision after talking about it with every party involved, and we would like to settle out of court, if you agree with that too. I have a contract made up right here, which you can go over with our demands. If there are any questions, or anything is unclear, please let us know.'' the opposing lawyer said, and the both of you felt a big rush of relief washing over you. When the lawyer left, Tony grabbed Y/N in his arms and said ''Honey, I'm so proud of you. Your first case back and we get the outcome we hoped for. I knew it was a smart choice to hire you!'' he said. ''Shall we tell everyone now, or do you want to wait?'' she asked.

''I have great news everyone, and no, I'm not pregnant.'' Y/N started the meeting, already guessing Sam would come up with a comment like that. ''Tony and I just came back from a meeting with the lawyer from the opposing side, and they said they want to settle out of court. This means that IF we agree with their terms, everything will be done once the contract is signed. Congratulations!'' she said and everyone started cheering, some giving each other big hugs. Y/N looked at Bucky and she saw a twinkle in his eyes from happiness, one she was sure could be seen in her eyes too. After all this, she was slowly ready to accept him back into her life, no matter how much time it would take, she couldn't live without him. Going up to Bucky and stretching her arms out for a hug, he stood up and was a bit unsure at first, but gave into it anyway. ''I'm proud of you, doll.'' he said and a silent tear ran down her cheek, which she quickly wiped away before anyone would notice.

[asksoldieron]

SO-12: The Spirit of Harpo Marx

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Alight at the Window (SO-12) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Awwwwww, ya know? Awwwwww ❤️!

Poor Erik is in ⚡🔋no shape🔋⚡ to communicate, but he's doing his best. Maggie has no idea whether he's messing with her on purpose, or what's wrong with him, but she won't let him go. They'll get to him eventually. (I've just finished that part, actually. They've got him! Uh. Sorta. At least he's... safe now? 😅Oh, I can't say that with a straight face.)

This is the last of my queued posts/instalments, and I have no idea where my reading and drawing ability will be when it goes live. If I can't update you on my condition (and the condition of the next six instalments) I'll hafta have the spouse type a note for me. I want to do six more right away, or I might take a two week break, or - if I'm really struggling - it'll be a break of indeterminate length. I hope I'll be okay to just keep going, my Patrons have been so patient this year. Thanks, y'all.

But, either way, there will be a break at some point, because I'll have a while where I can't write or draw and that's going to eat up my backlog. Also, recent updates have done more stupid things to my theme and I think the site needs a redesign - maybe including some radical simplification. I'm just not mobile friendly and I can't make the current format behave. People with better eyesight than me do a lot of reading on their phones.

I have no idea how to build a community and I'm flailing, really, but maybe if I can get the interface more convenient, more people will like me? (I have no idea. Probably they won't.)

Look, though! You've got some extra art to tide you over! And a song!

I'm not in love with how Erik's design looks right now - he looks like a train wreck, but he should look like a train wreck. Nobody is going to fix his hair. I still feel self-conscious about it. He used to be cute. I've got to do a full-body rendering of how he'll clean up, but I don't have time for it now.

However, I did do a page of something trying to get comfortable with his ability to emote in train reck form. I don't have time to finish it, but I think it looks cool so I'm sharing.

This is potentially a way for me to serve you the music without lyric backgrounds that you can't read! It's very labour-intensive, but I was figuring out how to do it and it might get a little easier with practice. Also, my current tablet is struggling with the resolution and I plan to update it by the end of the year - depending on sale prices.

After I saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I found out the original Off-Broadway incarnation had filked music with lyrics by John Cameron Mitchell. 🥹😊I'm calling it! This is something other people sharing my identity do to tell their stories! Filk musicals are an enby thing! We do not give a shit about the music industry's copyrights! I'm performing nonbinary correctly!

So here's the lyrics again, and maybe I'll give you the rest in comic form as my vision and my tools improve.

You Are Found! (based on "We Are Young" by fun.) I need a minute, I… I don’t know if I’m ready yet I’m tryin’ to get my shit together, Maggie, please don’t be upset My family must be looking for me somewhere very near Guess I knew you must be coming but I can’t believe you’re here, and… It’s been forever since I’ve seen your face I know you want to take me home But although it hurts to do this work they need my help for what it’s worth —  Oh, gods I’m not sure if I wanna go So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand, You’ll steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down No, I wanna go home I’m just not done I guess that I, I just hoped We could visit and I’d get right back to work But I can’t go yet So I must forget 'Cause I think you’ll hafta steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) The gods have their own plan (na na na na na na) But I’m just one weary man (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away at last (na na na na na na) I have so much to do (na na na na na na) How can I go with you? (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away (na na na na na na) At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand You’ll steal me away at last

See you soon! Ha, I hope!

Late edit: Two week break, folks. No drawing ability yet, so we're stuck with it. I still hope to get you the next six by the end of the year. I'll keep you posted!

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[hummingbird-games]

Dev Diaries

June 15, 2023

Y’all it wasn’t (just) my asthma out to make me see the pearly gates...it was COVID ☠️ it zipped through everyone in my household, and unfortunately me and my mom got the full punch to the face. I was already pro-mask + pro-hygienic practices, but now I’m extra pro-mask complete with a death glare directed at all the uncalled for commentary from strangers.

Enough about being sick LOL, I’m making this because I want to talk about games, also sometimes I cope with humor.

Current WIPs

I know y’all sick of my shit (me too), but as far as I’m concerned, Crushed is coming out this summer!! Really!! I will make it happen even if I have to do a few updates post-release, so help me God. I want to move on to other things and I’m so antsy and pitiful looking at a nearly-done-but-not-quite-yet-project 😭

And I know Sundays and Tuesdays have been super light on content recently but I feel like I don’t have enough to share once or twice a week? (And the stuff I do have is too boring 🙂) I’ve been told to reblog older posts but as you see, the only thing I reblogged was the pinned one lol. (I promise to do better with consistency on HBG Project #3) 

(ALT text isn’t working for me right now, so below is the concept sketch for Ariel!! Obviously you see her on the key art buuuuut I originally planned to share this with y’all anyway!)

Ariel’s role...evolved during the production of this game, for lack of a better word. When I sought out to tell Corey’s story and decided against a kinetic novel experience, there were certain things I wanted to bring attention to (and certain decisions I wanted to leave in the player’s hands). This discussion will get dangerously close to spoiling the content of the endings SOOO we’ll put a pin in it!!

(The below image is a screenshot with Corey, Florence, and Jacob. The text reads “I kinda forgot she was standing there too...”)

This scene was written and coded with the rest of Corey’s friend group being off screen, but eventually I got sprites for Keegan and Oke. But I can’t help reimaging this scene with either of them and it makes me laugh so hard! That being said, I don’t imagine what you see in the demo will change in the final build buuuut who knows??

Randoms

I hinted waaay back when that I planned work on an HSDJY sequel this year. To my dismay, it’s still in the throwing spaghetti noodles at the wall stage. My ambitious ass lowkey hoped I’d have a finished draft for at least one of the routes by end of the year--because self-made deadlines 🎉, but I’m stuck in outline HELL!!!

That being said... it’s okay to work on other things, I am giving myself permission to work on other things, and I’ve been eyeing game jams. But the low stakes one where I won’t jeopardize my sanity. There’s Yuri Jam, which I participated in last year, and then there’s Once Upon A Time VN Jam WHICH LOOKS LIKE SO MUCH FUN???? 

I’ve been doing a lot of reading while recuperating (which probably means nothing because I’m always reading??? Unless I’m in a slump. Or playing viddy games. Dude. Don’t get me started on the pitfalls of being a game developer + bookish content creator. Time management?? We broke up) and the beginnings of an idea are starting to gel! I want to make another short project, and I’m curious if I can come up with something that fits the parameters of both jams. Fingers crossedl!!

Conclusion

I...don’t have anything else to add. 

But go check out the games and projects I’ve reblogged posts about recently!!

Some are fully released, some are out soon, some have Kickstarters, and/or some are WIPs!!!

(Oh, and I guess check out High School Daze: Junior Year to see my humble beginnings)

- Gemini ✌🏾

[nat-of-personifs]

The Great Big Lore Post

nonpersonif sideblog: @nats-other-archive

scpesque things: @things-that-remind-me-of-ira

omegaverse sideblog: @yourcityisanomega

I am in a qpr with @loquaciousnewt :>

Most recent version of the personif list (click original to see new edits)

Link to Countryhumans the fandomspirit’s HCs

Me trying to make sense of why I love personifs so much

I Am Only What You Made Me Masterlist

All my Iraverse lore

Active vs. Passive Guardians

Post I Went Insane Over

Updated 21 July 2023

Basically my excuse to use terms no one else understands when I reblog stuff. I kind of have my own personification mythos; it’s not attached to any fandom now, but I came up with most of the Fourth Wall lore for a Welcome to the Table AU where the states had to use powers based on their natural disasters to fight an apocalypse of all-devouring plastic spiders. And California was pyrophobic. It never got anywhere, but I just repurposed the world building.

I also learned a lot about the weather; fun fact, the three most natural disaster-prone states are Texas, California, and Oklahoma. California comes first too, by some measurements, but most of the sites I looked at listed her as second place.

Also, the similarities between the Guardians and the SCP Foundation weren’t intentional. I made the AU before I discovered the wiki.

The Fourth Wall and the Guardians -The Fourth Wall is an actual wall (well, close to it-). Everything humans have ever imagined is behind it.

-The place behind the Wall is Fiction; our world is Reality.

-Strong enough belief can cause things behind the Wall to breach it.

-Guardians are people who can see, and in some cases interact, with the Wall/entities behind it. Active Guardians (who can interact) can basically manipulate human thought by killing/modifying those entities.

-The Wall is somewhat sentient (not sapient though), and chooses who can see it and who can’t; it can also revoke this at any time, which prevents misuse. I know this seems like a deus ex machina, and that’s because it is and I’m not creative enough to come up with a better explanation.

-Recently, it can also put Guardians on temporary leave. I’ll explain later.

-If the Wall needed to discipline a Guardian but didn’t want to lose their expertise, it could always kick them out for a bit and then re-initiate them. Temporary leave just keeps them closer.

-Guardians’ lives are sustained by the Wall. They will exist as long as humankind does, or until they get kicked out.

-Guardians are still people, and most have interests beyond thought-being wrangling.

-Passive Guardians, who can see but not interact (which means they can go into Fiction but they have no power over the things inside), serve as logistics managers. All Guardians except two are part of a hierarchy; Active Guardians on the ground focus on managing one kind of threat, and Passives manage them who also have Passives managing them and so on until we get to the top, which I haven’t defined because it’s not important for personifications.

-Some Actives are in the chain too, and some are at the very top.

-The exceptions were Ira and Iniko, REALLY OLD (like two of the first 10 Guardians to ever exist) Actives who everyone else gives the really dangerous creatures to to, ahem, contain, because the Wall tolerates them doing a lot of shit in Fiction that got other Guardians kicked out. Ira’s on temporary leave because her relationship with her brother Iniko, who the Wall chose mainly to keep her in check, was no longer as effective as it once was to prevent her from powertripping. (The Wall has since appointed someone else, but it doesn’t want to lose her expertise.)

-It’s also for Iniko’s mental health.

-Guardians can let things through the Wall. It’s harder to send them back, though.

-Personifications are the Guardians’ link to Reality.

-There are two triumvirates who manage/watch the personifications, Old and New.

-I’ll talk about NT later (they manage the online personifs), but the OT members are Nadia, the Country Guardian, Kevin (previously named Aaron) the Subdiv(ision) Guardian whose name is the only one who doesn’t have any kind of important meaning attached and manages everything between countryspirits and cityspirits, and Harta, the City Guardian who’s an Active surprisingly and also frighteningly devoted to her cityspirits. She doesn’t have any subordinates.

-The way to send a Guardian to temporary leave is to kill them.

-Before temporary leave existed in the form it does now, attempting the kill a Guardian just ended up with them severely injured; hurting a Guardian and putting them out of commission for a while was a thing that happened, but it would usually result in the Wall kicking them out.

-The US State Guardian, Kylin, is on temporary leave right now; DC’s Guardian is filling in for them. They were Active and set the California Guardian’s house on fire; it was accidental, but everyone else, including the Guardian herself, thinks they did it on purpose (they’re good friends with the Fire Guardian).

-Every personif who is not based online is under OTJ (Old Triumvirate Jurisdiction; it’s less of a hassle for me to write and is one of the few acronyms I have that actually sounds good).

Online Personifs/The New Triumvirate/Temporary Leave -Internet is a physical place for them; terminally online humans may also hallucinate it.

-The Internet is inside the Fourth Wall.

-Personifs who live inside Internet are under NTJ.

-NTJ personifs are the closest beings to Fiction who are allowed to enter Reality (at conventions and the like, or in the houses of devoted fans).

-Most fandomspirits follow normal personification rules (a frightening amount of them are their heavily modified fandom/Socialstuck selves), but:

-Guardians who are killed reincarnate as fandomspirits.

-They do not remember their previous lives, but they remember their fandomspirit selves when they go back into Fiction.

-Guardian-reincarnate fandomspirits have very shaky canon or none at all, and usually something about them that breaks a rule, of the way the world works or the way personifs work.

-Returning to Fiction is as simple as sending a natural-born fandomspirit into Internet; two personifications of the same thing can’t exist at once. The fans don’t notice.

-NT lives in Internet and retains knowledge of their Guardianhood, and they have only three “underlings”. They’re also the personifs of AO3, Fandom Wiki, and TvTropes, and they don’t remember their old names.

-Wikipedia, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad: Wikipedia, among their many other duties, is the poor soul responsible for writing down everything said at NT meetings, and Fanfiction.net and Wattpad serve as stand-ins for AO3 because they get into improbable accidents with disturbing frequency. FF used to have AO3’s position.

-The three fanfiction websites are the Little Triumvirate, not officially, but the abbreviation is easier than listing their names.

-This isn’t that important, but pretty much no one except the personif of an online platform and MAYBE Homestuck’s fandomspirit can understand anything the NT says to each other because the meanings are buried under three layers of fandom terminology, references, and Guardian gossip.

-Other platforms (ex. Tumblr, WikiDot) are personified and the constructors of houses the fandomspirits live in: each platform the fandom has a presence on is a different room. Similar fandomspirits live under one roof; they can’t control it.

-I pretty much exclusively talk about the Collaborative Horror House (where the SCP fandomspirit lives) and the G(A) House, where the fandomspirits revolving around personifs live, because those are the fandoms I’m in.

-CHH lives near MCYT, and it’s extremely loud; Countryhumans, Hetalia, and Polandball of G(A) all have love-hate relationships with each other and the smaller fandomspirits just have to deal with them being the faces of the whole place.

-For my reference and everyone else’s, the fandomspirits of G(A) are:

Countryhumans

Hetalia

Fandomstuck and Socialstuck (the Stuck twins and Hetalia and Homestuck’s kids) who serve as news reporters for all of Internet

(I am not questioning the fact that I have personified a fandom about personifying fandoms, one of whose main characters is a fandom dedicated to personifying countries.)

Polandball

Welcome to the Table (Kylin)

Centricide

thecitysmith’s Paris Burning/Cityverse

Great Cities, once she gets enough people to wake up

I’m also attempting to turn Iraverse/the scpersonif cult into a fandomspirit. She’ll be G(A)’s liaison to CHH

(If there are any I missed that you know of, tell me. spin-offs of countryhumans, polandball, and hetalia don’t count, and neither does gijinka)

-Ira reincarnated as the SCP fandom, but I also call the actual personif of the Foundation herself Ira because they’re identical in appearance.

-No matter how the people themselves perceive Internet, NTJ personifs can see them moving around their houses.

-I don’t think what actions one takes on the web corresponds to for an NTJ personif is that important, so I won’t list them here, except to say that fanfiction sites look like libraries.

Other Headcanons

-Land = Body, except for the face/neck, hands, feet, and sometimes other parts if it would make sense for the culture.

-Scars from important events go on the face: ex. California and the 1906 earthquake.

-Personifs with lots of natural resources get little glittering things that look like freckles, with the color corresponding to the resource. They disappear if those resources are depleted.

-When personifs hurt other personifs with their bare hands, the injury corresponds to something happening on their territory.

-If there is no majority among the personif’s people (a majority-minority), the personif’s skin tone will either shift constantly or they will look most similar to the most culturally dominant group. I just simplify this in art to them being ambiguously brown.

-The majority of personifs look like women because people most commonly see the places they live in as mothers, but the OTJ ones don’t really care about gender and are comfortable in all forms. Most NTJ personifs do have gender identities though, and OTJs have started experimenting with they/them and neopronouns.

-[UPDATE, 21 JULY 2023] Personification Food

-Personifs feed off their people’s loyalty to them. The exchange is supposed to be reciprocal: love and service for in-group belonging, safety, and sometimes—especially with those under NTJ—things specific to the personif. Children, other vulnerable populations, and welcomed newcomers give less and recieve more, but each person’s balance is different. Those in power are supposed to give the most, which the personif tries to balance out, and credit to @imadewritingmyjob for feeding the first sparks of this idea and writing a detailed example of a very extreme case with me (all giving, no receiving).

-Personifs can manipulate and amplify emotions somewhat to facilitate the feeding.

-Most of the time, the exchange is unconscious, and personifs don’t know at all what they’re doing. They just have certain people and places they enjoy being around more. The feeling each personif gets from feeding is different: Foundation perceives the exchange as warmth, ironically, and the filling of absences, unironically.

-NTJs require love and active participation to come with the package, while OTJs just require service. OTJs are much more possessive of their people because they generally need more to reach the same level as NTJs—which is also their fault. A lot of what NTJs have to offer is simply more attractive.

-The above is purely based on the assumption that most people in fandoms dedicate more time and energy to participating in said fandoms than they do to their OTJs. Because I do.

-Though OTJs get some energy from fandomspirits if their Canon is heavily tied to them: anime fandomspirits feed Tokyo, though he doesn’t particularly enjoy that.

-The competition is why they have a non-interference policy (the OTJs are very likely to start a fight) with fandomspirit nexuses like the aforementioned Tokyo, San Diego, and Los Angeles acting as ambassadors if there’s something both sides of the divide need to know.

-If you’ve ever had intense brainrot about a fandom character, congratulations! That’s partially the work of your fandomspirit. They like you. (Oh my god, SCP and G(A) teamed up on me.) Those feelings are still your own, don’t worry.

-Cultspirits and Foundation have the biggest appetites and are often addicted to one person in particular (much to his detriment, in the latter’s case).

-Healthy feeding does not affect the physical body and exchange with at least one personif is pretty necessary to mental health. Symbiotic, not parasitic.

[rabbitindisguise]

Oh, and to update my recently watched anime

favorite gay anime:

link click seasons 1 and 2 (ongoing, up to episode 9)

ayaka (ongoing, up to episode 10)

bungo stray dogs season 5 (ongoing, up to episode 8)

mononogatari seasons 1 and 2 (ongoing)

non-gay anime (shorter summaries):

my happy marriage - kind of has poly fodder but not of the best quality. I like the animation. Not a lot to say honestly

dark gathering - super scary, but very hopeful and slice of life simultaneously?? it's hard to describe. The little girl takes the role of boy prodigy and the main protagonist (the guy) needs to be rescued by her constantly because he attracts ghosts. A very interesting inversion of a standard anime trope.

comments for the rest under the cut!

link click

oh my god I don't know why I didn't watch this sooner. It's really good, the animation is gorgeous, and the time travel mechanics are possibly the most interesting ones I've ever seen in fiction ever. There are thought out limitations to the supernatural abilities like in bsd but in a subtle way- there's no government body explaining it, they're just making it up as they go along. The relationship between the two protagonists is also really interesting, it's definitely going to be on my rewatch list because of it.

ayaka

Surprisingly this has been one of my favorites- it hit a lot of tropes I'm not familiar with and definitely want to explore more in the future because they're giving me a lot of emotions. The tl;dr on the plot is a guy (J-something, green hair) who's willing to give his life away to protect his home islands, and him making re-establishing his friendship with the person he's going to be dying for (the water dragon) while the other guy has no idea that's what's happening. It's at the point in the season where I genuinely have no idea if green hair is going to live or die- the reveal was super gradual, going from the pov of the protagonist and transferring over to him and showing he's been dealing with all of this without telling anyone.

It also killed another character off the same way (dad, saved the island the first time) so I'm not sure if the power of friendship is going to save him, which is terrible. He even fits one of my favorite tropes of "guy who seems like he's slacking off is actually better than everyone else at his job" type of thing (aka kakashi). If he doesn't live I'm going to be sad about it on tumblr probably, and if he doesn't I'll be overjoyed and reblog spamming gifs so you'll all find out what happens lmao

bsd seasons 5

I mean I'm not sure I can say anything new about bsd because it's a gay staple of anime, except that maybe I liked this season a lot better than the last one because it incorporated a lot more characters I liked. The cliffhanger was kinda meh last season also. But this season has been really solid on the follow through, and it hasn't been full of really tedious flashbacks that detract from the usual interesting multilayer ongoing plotlines.

It also has dazai, and honestly he's the main reason I love the series- I don't really like some of the developments where his relationships with other characters go down darker paths though, or get simplified down or the subtext removed to make space for plot. The reveal that the several seasons of homoerotic subtext was because a character (angsty black tendrils guy) didn't have long to live is an example of that, the lack of a good explanation was why it was so compelling, so a so-so explanation is really disappointing. But! I guess it's fine because he keeps just building more relationships like that :') I really liked their trio though (dazai, tiger guy, and angsty guy), this scene lives in my head rent free

I feel like in the first couple seasons they had more to fight about, and now that some miscommunication has been resolved it feels like the emotional development between the characters hasn't carried over to the actions of the plot. Which is a huge bummer. A big draw of the series for me is the nuance of relationships between characters, and lately it's been greatly reduced in the ones I got attached to and lots of that energy has been dumped into characters I'm kind of lukewarm on. (Though even those relationships have been skimped on- there were like 0 longing or intense looks at all. Everyone instantly gets gayer around dazai but he's kind of ridiculously stiff ever since THIS scene

And yeah sure I'll never seriously ship him with anyone else, there's no coming back from that, but seriously if he's going to be like that I wish there were more flashbacks to this relationship so I could at least get more ship material to angst about before bed.)

mononogatari

This was rough getting into, but once I got past episode two there was a lot of great poly ship potential so it was totally worth it. It's a sweet slice of life style supernatural series, which is a nice change of pace. There's action but it's very emotional and in a more multilevel way than a lot of common anime where there is one main hero being supported by friends/community. There really isn't a main hero so the direction of support hits a lot of different directions, so the scenes where people talk about the support of others hit different, which I feel like is a big part of the poly appeal to me. Sword guy + botan + main protag is my main ship, but there are lots of other combos that work well.

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There came a gentle tap at the Carousel's lovely new door.  They heard Princess Luna's voice inviting, “Please come out, Kin, and you too, Rarity.  I know what it must look like.  Trust me, it is not what it seems.”

As they emerged, Kin suddenly broke into a huge smile!  Surrounding the Ponyville Medical Society were the over ninety Gryphons that she, Luna and the Gryphon doctors that they had trained, all now healed.

Princess Luna stood behind a small lectern, flanked by Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight!  Her soft mane of midnight blue streaming impressively in the breeze, she announced, “We have several items of business which I did not wish to go forward without your presence.”

She gestured at the assembled Medical Society.  “First, Under the Royal Wing, as a direct witness to deliberate crimes, and as the head of the Kingdom Medical Society, without whose Seal no medical license is valid, I am formally and permanently revoking the license of the once doctor Wheatly.  He may not practice, participate, nor consult on any matter of medicine whatsoever.  The Ponyville Medical Society must choose a new Chairpony.”

Producing an original license, sealed in red wax, and several Chancery Copies, sealed in black wax, she raised her gavel and brought it down smartly on the stacked documents!  The report of the impact made a WHAM! Fragments of sealing wax blasted out from under the mallet!  Princess Luna then took a pen and wrote 'Revoked for Cause and Criminal behavior' across each one.  The lot were given to a Clerk of the Chancery Court, who was waiting for them!

“Now, on to better things.  Some here,” the Princess glared at the assembled Medical Society, “Object, Kin, to your practice of healing arts on these Gryphons, who were severely injured by the recent earthquake in the Gryphon Empire.  In spite of your working under my personal Aegis, they have persisted in claiming that you have no license and therefore must be a quack.”

Holding up a paper with nicely lace like border designs and an original red Royal Seal, she displayed it to the whole Medical society.  “This should settle once and for all, the question of your license, Doctor Kindred Spirit.  You are certified by direct examination for all matters of surgery or trauma medicine anywhere in the kingdom of Equestria.  

“Next to my seal is another.  The Throne of the Gryphon Empire has concurred and certified your practice anywhere in the Empire.”

Along with the medical license, Princess Luna gave Kin a hug.

Princess Twilight stood next and offered, “Kin, for your outstanding service to Our Principality, I have formally signed over the Kindred Spirit Gryphon Hospital to you.  Besides serving Gryphons, you will be formally permitted to take ponies as patients, but Gryphons, especially injured ones take precedence.  You may hire, fire and teach staff as you see fit.

“Both the day to day operations and the construction of permanent buildings for the Kindred Spirit Gryphon Hospital are fully underwritten by the joint Crowns of this Principality and the Kingdom of Equestria. There is funding promised from the Gryphon Empire as well but that must await rebuilding from the the earthquake there.”

Graayk, the Gryphon Ambassador, stepped forward.  He bore a number of cases. “Would Princess Twilight, Doctor Kindred Spirit, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Guard Captain Rainbow Dash, Applejack and Fluttershy please come forward?”

He waited while Kin and the whole of the Mane Six were assembled.  Crest up and spread wide in a Gryphon's smile, he pronounced, “The Empress and her Strong Wings of the Throne of Empire awarded these by Magic Net.  Here are the real things.  Each of these cases has an Order of the Golden Talon and, in a rare show of thanks and trust, you are given a Knife of Honor.

“The Knife of Honor is from the claws of the Throne of Empire and is expected to be worn if ever you are in the Presence of the Throne. In procession, it ranks you before other nobility of the Realm.  The Crowns of Equestria concur in this and place you just below their Royal Family, the Band of Marchhare, in any procession and the Right and Duty to be so Armed is fully granted.”

He held out the first case, “Princess Twilight has yielded her place, that Doctor Kindred Spirit be the first to receive her Medallion and Knife.”

Almost dazed by the change in her situation, Kin stepped forward.  Opening the case, Ambassador Graayk lifted out a stunning medallion of white gold overlaid by an oval of brilliant clear blue enamel.  Inlaid in the enamel was a talon fashioned of polished yellow gold.  It was hung from a ribbon of red, green and gold, the colors of the Empire. He draped it over Kin's neck, neatly settling the wide ribband to show all to the best effect.

Returning to the case, he removed a richly tooled leather belt with a matching scabbard.  Girding it about Kin's waist, he released a safety catch and lifted out the knife of richly swirled Damascus patterned steel for all to see.  It was not simply a beautiful work of art, it was also a perfectly made weapon.  He returned the blade to its scabbard and formally Lifted his wings, fully spread and bowed to her.

He repeated the whole performance with each of the Mane Six.  As he finished, not only he, but all of the healed Gryphons repeated the Formal Wing Lift and Spread as they bowed to all the Mane Six.

Princess Celestia took the podium.  “These seven deserve every accolade but I have had reports and, worse, seen with my own eyes and heard with my own ears an enormous amount disparagement of them.  You have no idea how sad that makes me.

“Especially Doctor Kindred Spirit and Rarity have suffered at your hands, horns, hooves and words.  You have tried to steal the hospital that was the result of their work.  The tents?  I know that some of you actually filed to have the work of healing these Gryphons stopped because they were using tents.  The tents are what could be set up swiftly to shelter the injured.

“When the attempt was made to steal the hospital by criminally forged and illegally served documents, the literally first thing that you buzzards of the Medical Society did, was set up a BILLING OFFICE! Billing for the further compounding of the injuries that brought these Gryphons here.  This will not be tolerated.

“Now, go about your proper business.  We wished you to see for yourselves that your complaints were baseless, indeed totally at odds with reality.”

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Hi! I don’t know if you take asks but just in case.

I’m curious about your view on gentleman jack s02, and why you find it wasn’t as good as s01, and why you find it inconsistent : is it in comparison to what AL wrote in her diaries or just a general vibe of watching the show? Also, what do you find is inconsistent?

I hope you don’t find my question to be annoying, I’m curious because I don’t necessarily watch TV shows and analyse them, especially queer content (I’m just happy it exists).

Thanks!

Hi! I’m the anon who asked why you thought the 2nd season was inconsistent; saw your lasted reblog. Thanks for the beginning of that answer and take your time for the rest! If anything it’s making me more interested in your point of view, so thank you for taking the time to answer me. Cheers!

Hi

I apologize for taking a while before answering you, because I too anon don't do TV show analysis anymore, whatever I feel, I usually tag rant about it and reblog stuff from people who are better equipped and far more eloquent at breaking down and analysing scenes and episodes. I will have a go at it I guess since you asked and I do want to actually try and figure out what exactly kept bothering me through out this season.(it’s long and rambly so rest is under the cut)

I will not go episode by episode cause I am not up for a rewatch of s2. I did rewatch s1 but not recently so it's not exactly fresh in my mind but I do feel I have a good grasp on it because I did watch it several times after it aired, I was absolutely enthralled with Season 1. I feel It was beautifully written and masterfully executed and that's why I got instantly attached to the show and the characters. So whatever I speak off in this reply please understand I do have my biases and I am not doing an objective analysis . I am just giving my opinion.

Season 2 was very different from Season 1 and not in a good way tbh, at least for me. Personally I felt the pacing of this season to be very jarring. And that's a general vibe and not because of the diaries, because to be honest I have not deleved much in the source material myself, I have read the transcribed works in parts and have listened to talks from both the show's creator and crew and people who have done research on AL, but that's like a second hand account therefore obviously those are essentially interpretations and how someone reads it might differ from how I would interpret it if I was directly interacting with the source material.  For me the show is the source material with which I've directly interacted right…so I am solely trying to focus on the show and the storylines that gets explored by it.

So when I speak of inconsistency, it's obviously not just one thing, the inconsistency was there in the way the show was scripted for this season, the way it was directed , the editing, all of it just felt off. I have read some analysis from iredreamer and natglee and they both nailed it and I've reblogged those posts they are under my gj meta tag if you want to give those a read.

But borrowing their sentiments let's talk about the storylines first- I too didn't like the dry, clinical approach that they took this season. We see the characters talking about things but they don't really take any actions to resolve that. It's like a pressure cooker situation you know. There's build up with no pay off. Also because they don't expand on certain aspects ,be it the social hierarchy or the political opinions or the personal worldviews of the characters, most of the time you draw only negative inference.

I am going to use a food analogy cause that's what came to mind while I tried analysing it. So you have all these ingredients, now it needs to be properly measured and added together in a cohesive manner, marinated and rested before you can cook so as to have tasty food otherwise it will taste bland. This happened with the show, a multitude of things were brought up, be it the individual character insecurities, the social constraints, the obvious homophobia and the ostracization that follows, the class discrimination, add to that the central relationship between Anne and Ann also was fraught with so many issues that of financial and familial legacy, desire for children and needing it to solidfy a marriage(contextually), Anne's fear of the relationship falling apart in absence of it, Anne's infidelity, Ann's constant struggle with depression and anxiety compounded by internalized homophobia, and general sense of feeling powerless in face of a overbearing family.

So many threads and none got the breathing space or the nuanced exploration that they deserved. And it's baffling to me cause season 1 explored heavy topics and did it so well, it never felt like a cliff's note version, we were allowed to experience and empathize with the characters. That's what made them believeable and relatable despite it being a period drama(and in my case even geographically it's removed from my experience and yet it was relatable!)

Also the amount of dropped plotliness makes you feel like wtf was the point of wasting time on them if nothing was to come out of it?the Sowden storyline(well no complaints there but still!), The kids accidentally witnessing the Ann(e)s being intimate, The Priestley's appearance….that one random dude threatening Anne Lister during the townhall!!!?! Umm what is happening here!

Also storywise there was a lot of rehash of the same topics that we already saw them discuss in season 1 . One might say, well it's because of the influence of the diaries, but at the end of the day this is still a TV show and the narrative needs to move forward, going round and round doesn't really help in engaging me as the audience.

Also the chronology was confusing! I noticed it mostly in episode 6 where Ann speaks of not wanting to go back to that shop where she felt humiliated, but that incident happened actually in episode 7 instead. And even in episode 8 the entire emotinal back and forth between them felt weirdly off!

SJ said in an interview, I am paraphrasing here,- this season is about seeing Anne learning to love in a different way and we will fall in love with Ann Walker as she does too-(I am in love with Ann Walker from day 1 so let's put that aside) but for the characters did it really happen that way?I don't even know. It all was left quite ambiguous …atleast that's what it seemed to me(even tho I don't know why we need to explore the did she love her or not aspect cause season 1 already happened…she can have doubts about it, but from the get go going on and on about whether she is just fond of her or whether she is actually in love…my gods what is going on here?!)

I mean all through this season in almost all of their intimate scenes(barring a couple) the conversation was so weird, was it a way to show how incompatible they are or something?! what is happening?

I mean it started off well, the first fight they had in s2 and the following conversation felt genuine and touching to me and you see that they are communicating and trying to be open about their issues and not bottling it up but it stopped happening as we moved forward into the season. I don't know what was the catalyst for that…maybe it deteriorated after Anne's infidelity? I can't quite remember but yeah even if that's the case what I am trying to say is that in the finale it all doesn't come to head and yet they somehow reconciled…like they are telling me that they understand and accept each other with big fancy dialogues, but there's not much happening onscreen to support that resolution. Cause firstly it took almost 8 episodes for Ann Walker to finally confront Anne Lister and that too she deflected! And now suddenly Ann is back to being ok with it all?! what is HAPPENING?

Another thing that confused and irked me, the conversation of not having a child and Anne's declaration of them and their relationship mattering irrespective of that and it shouldn't have to hinge upon a piece of paper or a having a child to make it legitimate and yet in the finale apparently she has definitely changed her mind about it all so much so that she says as such to Vere, who is (much like me) so taken aback by what Anne's saying that it’s mindboggling! again WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

I seriously failed to grasp the motivations behind the characters and their actions in these regards. where is the exploration to show me how the characters are dealing with difficult situations and coming to their inferences whatever it might be, it’s not that the actors are not capable of pulling off those performances or that writing cannot accomodate for that, cause they did it fine in S1... instead of just telling me! Isn't that suppose to be the advantage of the visual medium?! 

I know the storybeats already and if I want to know more I can read up on the transcribed works if need be. What I wanted from the show was an exploration of those issues, of how they dealt with it, how it impacted them! Am I asking for too much? I don't think so!

The direction and editing too was off putting to me. We lost the intimate gaze, before the camera never felt like an intrusion, rather it felt like Anne's way of communicating and sharing her experiences, we were a part of the journey, not just mere observers. But now it feels voyeuristic again(like in most other shows). it's so harsh and removed and frankly sterile. Not something I would’ve expected coming right from season 1 and I don't believe in that class of thought where hard hitting reality needs to be depicted through these kind of detached direction/editing . Then they would not have managed to tackle issues of blatant homophobia, sexual abuse, physical assaults, mental illness etc. in season 1. But they did and it never felt like exploitation for the sake of drama.

At this point I am just disappointed, the more I try to analyse it, the more visible are the discrepancies and shortcomings in this season. It's very hard for me to criticize this show because it brought a lot of value to me, both personally and creatively.

I understand the difficult situations in which this season was made. I am in no way trying to demean people's hardwork. I myself work in the entertainment industry and when people criticizes the amount of hard work one puts into making a project like this it feels disheartening but at the same time we do read up on reviews and criticisms so that we can follow through and deliver quality content to the people. And I am not saying Season 2 was bad TV or anything, it was just not upto my expectations and if they get renewed I would hope that the coming seasons would fare better with their exploration and execution(fingers crossed).

Sorry if it’s confusing as I did went off on tangents and basically it’s a rant, so it might still lack clarity, anon. But maybe I am able to atleast address some of it and I hope you get some understanding as to where I am coming from, thanks for being so patient with me.