#now obviously this is the all time low fandom we’re in

[neon-danger]

To be less rude about that anon, I have said quite a few times now that I will not be writing a milk fic

For one thing, it’s against my rules and I expect you as readers to respect that, but also the original creator of the milk fic is just all around Bad.

While I don’t think the actual contents of the milk fic are bad or problematic, I do not want my name associated with the milk fic, the writer, or their reputation.

There’s nothing wrong with enjoying that sort of content, and I have absolutely no judgement in that regard, but it’s kinda not cool for people to continue asking after I’ve said no A Few Times Now

Consent is a big thing in a lot of my fics, and I expect you as readers to know that No Means No, not ask again later.

[cy6err]

Whoops — W.S.

Pairings: Walker Scobell x Actress!Reader

Warnings: kissing ? (On the cheek)

Summary: Your boyfriend Walker made a mistake whilst you were on live…

A/N: I kind of don’t like this one 🥸 but this is a part 2 of first look! (check that one out first if you want, but it’s not required to.) also, this is awfully short and I apologise for it 🙏🏻

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It had been a few months since you and Walker have been together for, but you two kept it on the down low. The people who knew were Aryan and Leah (of course), and they too kept it a secret. The only reason was because you and Walker didn’t want to try and start a whole bunch of chaos within the fandom about your guys’ relationship.

Knowing how the fans are, you both decided to not reveal anything between you two— Other than the light flirting and glances you give each other during small videos uploaded by your friends. It was nice having him as your boyfriend… texting and calling each other every day, unless he’s busy with work or school obviously.

He would also call you during his live streams with Brady Noon— but you stayed in mute because you didn’t want others to hear you talking, you just wanted to be in each other’s presence.

Due to him being busy with work, you barely had time to call or even text him anymore. Yes, he did text you, but they were mostly dry responses. However, he made sure to put an emoji at the end of them so you knew he wasn’t being dry on purpose.

The calls were brief as well, only getting around 10-15 minutes of talking before the, “I’m being called to set and retouch my makeup, I’ll call you later.” Only to find yourself waiting until the moment you fall asleep with no call from him.

He would send an apology text and tell you how much he still cared about you to ease your overthinking. You understood that he was gonna be busy a lot more than usual now that he was filming for PJO season 2.

Sure, keeping the relationship a secret wasn’t all that bad, but it was somewhat hard to take pictures together without making anything obvious (Leah was so kind enough to help you two); So, you posted the ones you found most ‘friendly’ looking.

It had been a normal Saturday when you were home, laying in your bed and rotting in your room. You didn’t need to film until the next month or so, giving you some time to relax after filming for 2 and a half months straight. Your mom was out for the day doing some errands, leaving you home alone for some time.

Walker was also busy today, needing to film for season 2, so he was going to be very distant with you until further notice— which you hated. After contemplating on what to do, you decide to go live for a bit on Instagram and interact with a few fans.

You got up from your bed and set your phone up on your desk next to your window, making sure there was enough light to show yourself clearly. You tap the ‘live’ button and waited a bit for some people to join (which was really quick). You had over 1,009 viewers already and you were pretty shocked at how many people joined the live in under two minutes.

“Hi guys! How are you all doing today?” You greet, smiling widely as you laugh at the flooding comments. Each one being: “are you and Walker dating?” “Where’s Walker?” “Do you and Walker have a thing going on??”

Shaking your head, you deny the comments. “No, we’re just close friends. And he’s doing well, just busy at the moment.” You sat there as you played with a few objects sitting on your desk, answering other questions from them.

You were getting really engrossed with the conversation that you didn’t even realise your mom calling your name until you heard your bedroom door open. “Y/n, you in here?” She asked, peeking her head in your room.

“Oh, hey mom. Sorry, I didn’t hear you because I’m live right now.” You give an apologetic smile, “did you need something?”

Your mom waved to the camera as the comments spammed “hi mrs. L/n!!”

“Just checking up on you, what do you want for dinner?” Your mom asked, moving a strand of hair out of your face.

“Uhh, I’m not sure. Surprise me?”

“Sure,” she laughs, “I’ll call you down in a bit. I invited some friends over and they might spend the night, clean your room please.”

“Okay, are they gonna sleep in here?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm! I’ll let you know when food’s ready.” Your mom then left the room leaving you back to your live.

You turn back to your camera and sigh, “well, unexpected guests I guess… and my room is not that messy!”

“Yeah it is.” A familiar voice said from behind, your head snapping toward the direction. Your eyes lit up with joy when you saw your boyfriend leaning against your doorframe, making you jump up from your seat to hug him.

“Walker! I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” You exclaim, embracing him tightly to which he returned with a chuckle.

“Yeah, got some time off for a bit and decided to surprise you. I thought it was obvious when your mom said she was inviting friends over?” Walker said, looking at you with wonder.

“I thought she meant the neighbourhood friends and their children.” You shrug, pulling away but not quite letting go of him.

It was a moment of silence when he finally spoke up in a soft, sweet tone. “I missed you.”

You felt your face get warm and your smile grew, “I missed you too.”

With that, he leaned in for a quick a quick kiss, making you mirror the action until you stopped and looked away, making him kiss your cheek instead. He looked at you confused and a little disappointed, “Why’d you do that?”

“Walker, I’m live. I completely forgot.” You quickly run to your phone, grabbing it as Walker immediately became red from embarrassment. The chat was filled with spamming: “OMG” “THEY’RE DATING!!” “WALKER X Y/N CONFIRMEDD” “MY SHIP HAS SAILED.”

“Im so so sorry, oh my god.” Walker groaned, throwing himself onto the bed as you laugh lightly. “It’s okay, Walker. I guess it’s one way of telling the fandom about our relationship.”

He buried his face into the pillows and ignored you, despite his big smile on his face. You quickly said your goodbyes to the fans and ended the live, joining him in the bed. “We were gonna tell them eventually, right?”

Walker took a peek at you and nods, “yeah. I guess so, I just hope it doesn’t ruin anything.”

You lie down and mess with his curls a bit, “Just ignore them. Being with you is all that matters, you’re my ray of sunshine”

He laughed at your comment, “you’re so corny.” Laughing with him, you got closer until your mom came in the room.

“Foods ready— don’t get too close to each other now.” She says, giving a pointed look making you roll your eyes playfully as she left the room.

“Come on, let’s go eat. Im starving.” You pull at his arm and drag him out of the bed, making him get up.

“Okay, okay!” He grins, kissing your cheek and following you downstairs to eat dinner.

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(He surprised you with flowers 🤍)

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HII IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT 😔 BUT NONETHELESS, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT :)) it was lowk hard to finish this. feel free to send requests !!

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[companionjones]

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Pairing: Beck Oliver x Afab!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: You’re poorer than the average student at Hollywood Arts. Beck Oliver takes notice.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

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    Beck always noticed you. He noticed that whenever an extra-curricular activity required out-of-pocket spending, you opted out. He noticed you only had three t-shirts that you switched out with the same pair of jeans every day. He especially noticed those dark circles under your eyes that never seemed to go away.

    He decided to do something about it one day while everyone was finishing up their lunches and heading back to class. Beck pulled you aside. “Hey,” he started.

    “Hey.”

    Beck asked, “Do you want to hang out after school today?”

    The question wasn’t completely out of left field. You and Beck would hang out all the time. Only at his trailer, though. Beck had never been to your place.

    “Sure,” you answered him with a smile.

    He nodded. “Great. Maybe we could go to the mall or something?”

    You hesitated. “Uh...Sorry, I can’t. I’m, um, a little low on funds at the moment. Maybe some other ti--”

    Beck was quick to offer, “Don’t worry, I got you covered.”

    You shook your head. “No, Beck. I don’t want to worry about paying you back--”

    “Don’t worry about that either, okay? Just come to the mall, and have a good time.”

    You and Beck stared at each other for a moment while you bit your lip, deliberating. “Okay,” you finally replied. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late for History.”

    After school that day, Beck drove you to the mall. You guys were there for hours. Despite how long you were there for you, you only got two more t-shirts, and two more pairs of jeans. Beck had to practically beg to buy them for you, too. He didn’t mind. Any time Beck spent with you was fun, no matter what you were doing.

    You two left about an hour before the mall closed.

    “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home? It’s getting late,” Beck pointed out, concerned.

    “I know,” you shrugged, “But my house isn’t that far from here, and I like walking anyway, so...Thank you.”

    “No problem.” Beck thought that was the end of it, so he started meandering back to his car.

    “I mean it, Beck.”

    He heard that you were walking back up to him, so Beck turned around.

    You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” you told him again before walking off in your own direction.

    Beck didn’t feel great about what he did next. Was it considered stalking if you truly cared about the person and were just making sure they were okay? Probably. Beck followed you to a more run-down part of town. He saw you go into an old, abandoned shop with boarded up windows.

    Beck slammed his truck into park, hopped out, and ran in after you.

    “Y/n?”

    He saw that you nearly jumped out of your skinned when you heard him. “Beck?! What the hell are you doing here?”

    He turned the question back onto you. “What the hell are you doing here? Y/n, is this where you live?”

    “No...” You were obviously lying.

    “Y/n!” Beck pushed.

    “Okay! I’m sorry. Yes, I live here,” you confirmed. “My parents ditched me a while back, and I didn’t want to go into the foster system, so...” You gestured around you.

    Beck took a few steps forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

    “Because I didn’t want you to think I was this poor, dirty kid who’s only good for anything because they got a scholarship to Hollywood Arts,” you answered, tears forming in your eyes.

    Beck took your hand. “Hey, I could never think that. You’re such a good person, Y/n...Come stay with me.” Beck didn’t know he was going to say that, but he stood by it.

    “What? No. I can’t ask you to--”

    “Then at least stay with me tonight,” begged Beck, “I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here.”

     The tears began to roll down your cheeks as you started to sob. You took the one step necessary to hug Beck.

    He gladly took you in his arms.

    So, you packed a bag and headed to Beck’s trailer for the night.

    When you got there, you stood awkwardly in the corner while Beck made the bed for you. He then started to put a couple blankets and pillows on the floor for himself.

    “Beck, I’m not going to take your bed from you,” you insisted.

    After a little bit of arguing, you and Beck settled into bed together. He turned the lights out.

    “I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me,” you pressed.

    He said these next words like they were nothing. “It’s not a problem. I’d do anything for you.”

    “Why?” you whispered.

    Beck thought a moment before responding, “Isn’t it obvious?” He was sure you could hear his heart, it was beating so loud.

    Suddenly, you were leaning in.

    Before Beck could even think, your lips were on his.

    Beck slowly moved his lips with yours. He put a hand on your cheek, and one of your hands ended up in his hair. He moaned. He found he loved it when you played with his hair.

    Things were getting more heated. Beck rolled on top of you without even realizing it.

    Then, you reached down to tug on the waist band of his shorts, and Beck was sure he felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick.

    “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Beck grabbed both your hands and dragged them up to where he could see them. “Are you sure about this?” he asked you.

    “Yes. Come on. I want you inside me.” You pulled Beck in for another kiss.

    He moaned at your words, and this kiss. Beck then helped you take off your own shirt before taking off his own. The two of you then kicked off your pants and underwear to get yourselves completely naked for each other.

    “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet,” Beck cursed, coating his cock in your juices. “Are you ready?”

    “Please baby.” You were gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.

    Beck almost chocked on his own spit after hearing you say that to him. He pushed inside you, moaning with you as he went. Beck had to look away from you because he swore if he was looking at you while you were making him feel that good, he would’ve cum then and there.

    Once he had sunk all the way into you, Beck started to pull out and thrust back in. This began a whole new series of moans from both you and him.

    Beck had his hands planted on either side of your head, and your head was tossed back as you moaned each time he entered you.

    Suddenly, you grabbed onto his hips. “Beck...!”

    “I know, I’m close too,” he assured you before speeding up his thrusts.

    Your moans only increased in pitch each time Beck moved, until finally, you shouted as you reached your climax.

    With you tightening around him, Beck only needed a couple more thrusts before he was cumming right along with you.

    After, Beck collapsed next to you, and the two of you caught your breaths among your tangled limbs.

    Beck turned his nose into your cheek. “Stay with me.” It was clear he meant longer than that night.

    You nodded, “Okay,” then turned to face him, only to capture his lips again.

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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[theladyfulcrum]

Come here children. Come here. Sit down. Take my hands. Listen.

Here’s what we are not going to do. We are not going to let them unravel us and leave us in a heap of bawling bodies. They want us to sob until our eyes fall out and we rupture our abdominal organs because they’re heartless and sadistic and part of STAR WARS—shhh, steady—but we are going to remain CALM. Call it denial, call it call it bargaining, call it what you will, but he’s not gone.

Deep breaths, all together now. Crying is cathartic and necessary for coping with the emotional abuse we endure at the hands of Filoni et al., but don’t cry from lost hope. I’m serious. Was it among the worst things we could have possibly been forced to watch? Has a good majority of the fandom been mulling where the hell we are supposed to find the will to go on after that? Of course. But they’ll be back. And Tech will be, too.

Hush, child. Listen to me.

There was a reason he fell into cloud-cover. He could have been falling into anything. Water can be lethal from that height, yes, but let’s all just remember what Hunter pulled in War-Mantle with falling OUT OF A SHIP and down a LITERAL MOUNTAIN and surviving that with JUST HIS KNIFE. HIS KNIFE, KIDS. Tech accepted what he was doing, and he was okay with dying if that was what this meant, but he’s Tech. Once he fell from view he did whatever he could to increase his odds of getting out of it alive. Trust.

Speaking of falling from view— we know the Clone Wars rules. No body, no confirmed death. Forget that— we know the STAR WARS rules. Even if someone gets SLICED IN HALF before your VERY EYES and FALLS AN INDETERMINABLE-BUT-DEFINITELY-NOT-SURVIVABLE DISTANCE, they STILL aren’t dead. Further still, if you had put the two scenes in front of me with no context, I would have said Echo’s death in an EXPLOSION of FIRE seemed more final and certain that Tech falling away from us. And no, I don’t care about the argument that it’s a kId’S ShOW so they wouldn’t show us the body. Go watch Colt’s death and get back to me. Or you know, pretty much any Clone Wars episode.

BUT THE GOGGLES, you wail. I know, dear heart, I know. I see the cracks in them every time I close my eyes. But Hemlock getting his hands on those isn’t confirmation of anything other than what we already know— no matter where he wound up, Tech is having a Very Bad Time™️. Whether he lost them on the extremely unpleasant way down or whether he’s being experimented on in critical condition is hardly a nicer thing to know, but we’ll take just about anything right now if it means we’ll see our boy again, won’t we?

Shhh, I’m not through. We also have that scene with Phee. If it had been a true goodbye, if Tech had shown an ounce of the development he had with Omega about differences in emotional processing and communication, you’d have seen my soul depart through the atmosphere. But no. That scene’s entire purpose was to be unresolved. Was it just to make us incurably sad in retrospect? Maybe. But my gut says no— there’s more he needs to say to her.

On that note, the same goes for Tech and Crosshair. I refuse to believe we’ll never see them together again. I don’t have anything stronger than my refusal, but my feelings on this are rock solid. There’s also the important issue of THE Bad Batch theme— you know how they’ve established a precedent of not using it unless the whole Batch is together? Collectively, we’re going to refuse to believe they’re going to break that now. And there’s too much love for that theme to never hear it again.

Finally, beloveds, we come to our old favorite: story analysis. You know I’m insufferable about this, but listen. If we look at screenwriting, if we look at story structure, if we look at BEATS, this is the old “DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL” for the Batch (and us obviously). It’s the ALL IS LOST. The EVERYTHING IS AWFUL AND THE HEROES ARE AT THEIR LOWEST LOW. It’s the classic “oh my god this second installment is EMOTIONAL TORTURE HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME” that we can point to in novels, shows, and film series again and again. It’s the ESB ending, it’s the Catching Fire ending, it’s the Rebels S2 AHSOKA IS D E A D AND ANAKIN KILLED HER ending. S3 will open as they enter Act III, where they use what they’ve learned to move upwards toward the finale of this particular story arc. Doesn’t that sound like something nice to cling to?

There now. If I’m wrong, I’ll give you all the choice of k!lling me first or tossing me alive out of a plane with no *hard swallow* parachute, jet pack, or functional grappling gun. But I truly believe you won’t have to.

In the year or two we have to wait, cry for his absence, cry for the Batch being more fractured and farther apart than they ever have been, cry for Hunter feeling like he’s failed everyone he loves, cry for all of it, but not because you’ve lost hope that all might not be lost.

Tech will be back.

[stormblessed95]

Okay, so you probably don’t follow Stray Kids and won’t really get this and that’s fine, but I just had to share ‘cause my mind is like… a little blown right now. So for years now most of the SKZ fandom has been suspecting that the possibility that Minho and Jisung are like… romantically together is a real one. Not even in a shippy way; like they have their shippers, but plenty of people who don’t “ship” them are still like “yeah, they’re probably together.” They very frequently just kind of… do things that make people raise eyebrows, you know?

Notably: Jisung has pointed to Minho when a poster asked who his girlfriend was (I think something similar actually happened multiple times). Jisung recently allegedly introduced himself as Minho’s boyfriend at a music show (2 diff. sources, but it’s not really verifiable). There’s an infamous live where a commenter asks Jisung, “Do you have a husband?” And he responds, “Not yet.” To which Chan unprompted (like Minho wasn’t even in the room with them) says, “Isn’t [Minho] your husband.” (This was interesting to me regardless of Minsung because of the whole “yet” thing when responding to a question about having a “husband”, male specifically, thing.) Their entire episode of 2 Kids Room is just… interesting.

And that’s just some of them, if I were to list and source all of the things they’ve done over the years it would take ages. Anyway, the kids recently renewed their contracts with JYPE and they split into dorms of pairs (they previously lived 4-4 separately). Anyway, Minho and Jisung are one of those pairs and Hyunjin was like, “Minho and Jisung are together, no surprise.” Their reaction to that comment was also interesting, low key. (Oh, and for context they were previously spilt up between the two dorms.)

I don’t ship them or anything, but it’s actually crazy bro. I’m like sitting here in shock. I’m not really looking for your opinion or anything; you probably don’t know enough about the situation to give one, it’s just like—I have no words. Sorry I just had to share ‘cause I’m just a little befuddled. Nobody actually thought that this was happening. People were speculating because of cars and stuff that they had switched dorms, but even I was like like, “I’m staying out of this speculation. Who knows, let’s wait for confirmation.” And well we got confirmation. And they can actually say it cause it’s not weird if everybody’s in pairs, right? Guess it will be interesting to see if they ever move out or if in the future when everybody else has their own place, they’re like, “Well, we’re already living together and I guess we don’t really see a reason to move just yet.” I don’t know… I’m just really fascinated by all this. Not “excited,” like I said I don’t ship them, genuinely fascinated. Obviously, it’s not a whole relationship confirmation or anything and I would say I’m maybe 60/40(?) on the whole thing. In the end, I don’t think anybody needs to know and I don’t particularly care myself to 100% know, but it’s still a little crazy to me.

I have a friend who follows stray kids and they have been filling me in a little bit on who the members are and they also have apparently been eyeing this pair the same as you! I'll be sending them this post too lol, hope that's okay! I really don't know much about this group at all, but I am learning a little bit through osmosis from my friend 😂🥰 I do actually really enjoy the songs of theirs I've heard too

This is who popped up when I typed their names into the gif search, so hopefully that's right!

Thanks for sharing with me 💜❤️

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Sex and Pizza [a Jay and Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Pregnancy, mommy and daddy kink, talking about said kink, bit of impregnation kink too, cunnilingus, facesitting, piv sex, multiple orgasms, mention of sex toys, typical Jay and Frankie banter.

Words: 2,286

Summary: Jay and Frankie realize they like calling each other mommy and daddy. That's it, that's the plot.

“Hello, sexy mama…”

Jay doesn’t bat an eye despite the hug from behind, and Frankie’s lips on her neck. She simply puts away the plates in the cupboard before placing her hands on the kitchen counter.

“White women aren’t sexy mamas,” she corrects his attempt at a compliment, “We’re just milfs. And I’m not a mother yet.”

Frankie scoffs against her neck. “But you’re on your way. And you are sexy.”

Now Jay smiles. “So are you, daddy.”

Frankie chuckles and lets his hands settle over Jay’s lower abdomen, where he has just begun to feel a shy roundness. When dressed, she's not really showing yet, but he does imagine that her stomach feels different. The whole pregnancy thing has been so abstract for him: all he has been able to do is read up on what's happening in her body for each week, help her through the nausea, mood swings, and growing appetite for food and sex - that last part being the most enjoyable one, obviously. Still, he's eager for her to start showing properly soon, and for the baby to start moving enough for him to feel it, to feel real to him.

Now, he carefully splays his fingers over her stomach as he breathes into her ear:

“Daddy wants to take his sexy mama to bed…”

“I couldn’t tell,” she teases him, but now she turns around in his arms and slings her arms around his neck. “Turns out mommy is just as horny as daddy.”

She presses his lips to his in a first, hungry kiss, and by the time it’s ending, Frankie has already walked her to the bedroom and is working on getting both of them naked. They tumble onto the bed, Jay on top, Frankie's hands on her tits as she leans down to kiss him. She rubs herself against his stiffening cock, and Frankie tears his mouth from hers, hands running down her sides to her hips for a pull upwards.

"Come sit on daddy's face, lemme taste that sweet pussy."

The swiftness with which she complies shouldn't surprise him as much as it does; Jay never passes up on an opportunity to have her pussy eaten, but this is record speed. Frankie, however, doesn't dwell on it, but wraps his arms around her thighs, and goes to work. She's wet already, slick and sweet on his tongue, and he's almost painfully hard when he gets to be smothered by her riding his tongue and mustache. She's fisting her hands into his hair, legs trembling with the effort, low moans of Fuck yeah, daddy spilling out of her.

He stops, pushes her off of his mouth, and stares up at her with a smirk. Jay glares down.

"Why'd you stop?"

"This mommy and daddy stuff is really turning you on, isn't it?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

She frowns, mouth open and frustrated from being so close to climax and being interrupted. Frankie squeezes her thighs.

"You're feral," he points out. "You're getting off on this, mommy."

Realization seems to dawn on her. "Oh. Oh. Well..."

"That's absolutely fine," Frankie points out smugly. "I like it too."

"Don't need to be stuck up about it," she points out, but he can see the excitement in her eyes. She's into it, her arousal is smeared all over her inner thighs and his chin, his lips are glistening with it, and she's dying for him.

"I got something to stick up in you, alright..."

"Oh haw-haw..." Jay renews her grip of his hair and pushes her pussy against his mouth, and Frankie doesn't need more prompting than that. He tightens his arms around her thighs and takes her for a ride that has her writhing and pulling his hair until he's drenched from her pussy, and her legs are shaking. Carefully, he helps her lie down next to him, and he can't resist pushing his face between her legs for one last taste.

"No...!" she complains, trying to push him away, but she doesn't close her legs. Frankie smirks at her before flicking his tongue at her clit.

"Just a second ago it was Yes, daddy, more..."

She smiles then, and stretches, remarkably resembling a lioness basking in the sun. When her sky-blue eyes blink open, he sees that they're slightly glassy.

"That was unexpected," she admits in a faint voice. Frankie kisses her mound, her lower abdomen, hums to the fetus that probably can't hear him yet but that he already loves with an almost frightening intensity, before slowly licking his way over her breasts, eventually reaching her lips for a surprisingly sweet kiss.

"Not really," he smiles. "You've been calling me daddy since you got knocked up."

"I haven't."

"Yes, you have. And every time you've done it, I've gotten laid."

"Considering how much sex we've had recently, I must've called you that a lot," she summarizes, "but I can't remember one single time."

Frankie kisses her again.

"Trust me on this. I kept track, mommy."

Jay pulls him into her, inside, and he fucks her with devastating slowness, pushing deep inside, and giving an extra thrust once he's balls deep in her, swallowing her choked moans along with her kisses. She's so full, so delectably stuffed with him, her walls slick but still stretched wide around his girth, and each jab at her core is almost too much, and still not enough to slake her thirst for him. He’s panting into her mouth, the kisses turn increasingly sloppy until it’s just lips touching, quick huffs of breath interchanging, and when Frankie’s thrusts turn insistent and clumsy, he drops his face to the crook of her neck. Jay wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly for his release. He fills her with hot cum that spreads quickly and makes her feel heavy and sates, and she exhales with a shaky keen that makes him twitch inside her.

Carefully, Frankie slides down from her, settling next to her instead with a deep groan that reverberates along Jay’s spine. He passes his hand through his hair before dropping it softly onto her stomach.

“Okay?”

Jay resists the urge to roll her eyes, instead covering his hand with her own. He worries because he cares, she knows that.

“Perfect.”

“Was afraid I went too hard.”

“If you really were afraid, you’d had reined it in.”

“Not sure I can,” he murmurs against her neck before pressing a kiss to her heated skin. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You would,” Jay replies confidently, stroking his hand. Frankie hums and takes another deep breath that he sighs out. They lie in a comfortable silence together, pulses slowing down, limbs growing heavy, eyelids fluttering close. Just as she's about to drift off, Jay feels something stir deep inside her belly. At first, she doesn't acknowledge it, thinking it's her bowels or some lingering muscle spasm, but then she feels it again: a tiny twitch, like from a small fish.

"Frankie?"

"Hmm?"

"It moved."

He lifts his head and looks at her. "What moved?"

"The baby."

Frankie immediately props himself up on one elbow, excitement shining in his big, round eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Jay moves his hand to the spot where she felt the flutter. "Here, but it felt like it was really deep inside, I don't know if you'll be able to feel it, if it happens again."

Carefully pressing down on her stomach, Frankie stares at it like he's expecting to see the skin move. Jay chews her lower lip, waiting for another sensation, and when it comes, it's not far away from where Frankie's hand is.

"There."

"I didn't feel anything."

"It's too subtle. It's not really a kick even."

He waits patiently for another few minutes, but the baby has stilled, and Jay pulls at Frankie's arm. "Come back here."

He lies down next to her, arm curled around her stomach.

"I can't wait to feel it kick. Or to meet it when it’s born."

Jay smiles softly and places a soft kiss to his lips. "Soon enough."

"What did it feel like?"

"Like a little flutter. Butterflies, I guess." She makes a little face. "It wasn't that interesting, really."

"Just you wait until it starts to move around and do kickboxing in there," Frankie grins.

"I sure hope it won't."

"With a mommy like you, I know it will."

"Could take after daddy too, and be a total couch potato."

Frankie drops his mouth to her neck and starts to trail kisses to her ear. "Mommy's being mean to daddy..."

Jay hums, a throb starting deep within her belly. And this has nothing to do with a fetus: this is something a lot more familiar.

"If daddy doesn't stop it, mommy's going to want another round..." she breathes. Frankie chuckles before nipping at her earlobe.

"You really get off on this..."

"So what if I do? You went totally crazy at the prospect of knocking me up," she counters, but her brain has dropped between her legs, and she's reaching for Frankie's cock, finding it, and starting to work it.

"Fuck...! Jay, I'm notcomplaining, but if this is going to be the reaction every time, we're never going to get anything else done." Despite his words, Frankie's already fingering her, making sure she's wet enough for him.

“We got nothing else to do today,” she reminds him, but something makes her stop, and instead cup his cheek.

“What is it?”

“What if I ask the kiddo if they want daddy to help them with their food, and you fucking jump me?”

Jay laughs outright. “I do possess self-control, Morales!”

“Yeah but… still?”

“Is this a problem for you?” Jay lies down next to him. “Because if we can’t use those words in bed now for fear of losing it in front of our future child…”

“No, it’s not that!” Frankie shakes his head, then frowns as he thinks it over. “Or maybe. I don’t know! You just never were into it before. You used to roll your eyes at women in porn using daddy.”

“Because it’s so goddamn tacky,” Jay scoffs. “Frankie, you are about to be the father of my child, and I think that’s sexy. You being a daddy is sexy to me, but if you don’t want me to use that word in bed, I won’t.”

He relaxes visibly, and the dimple in his cheek makes an appearance when he smiles.

“I like it too. I just don’t want there to be any issues.”

“There isn’t,” she promises, and Frankie closes his big hand at the back of her neck and pulls her in for a kiss.

“I think it’s so sexy that you’re carrying my child,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait for you to be a mother.”

"Can’t wait for me to start showing either," Jay teases him. “You just want everyone to see that I’m carrying a baby for you, that your big fat cock got me knocked up, right?”

She can’t say anything more: with a growl, Frankie pulls her to him, rolling over onto his back and placing her on top. She slides down again, however, and scoots down, her mouth replacing her hand on his cock. He tastes of her, the deep mossy taste of her pussy thick on the stiffening shaft, a sheen of salty cum mixed with it. Stroking and licking him hard, she pauses before taking all of him in her mouth and looks up at him.

"Babe?"

"Jesus Christ, Jay, please don't stop..."

"Can we press pause on this, and get pizza?"

His head pops up from the pillow. "What?!"

"I'm fucking starving."

"You literally have my cock in your mouth," Frankie groans, "Can't you just suck me off and then I promise you I'll get you any and every pizza you want."

"You just came, you can't wait until after we've eaten? It's going to take forever to get you off!"

"Oh my fucking God..." Frankie hides his pained face in his hands before passing them through his hair and glaring at her. "Are you fucking with me?"

Jay really tries, but she can't keep a straight face. "Duh."

"Goddammit, Jayne..."

She laughs at him, resuming the pumping of his cock.

"I am starving, though."

"I will take care of that, I promise."

"Just fucking cum already before I starve to death."

"Madre de dios... Get the goddamn Magic wand out, we're doing this my way now."

Forty-five later, the pizza delivery guy knocks on their front door, and Frankie, who's already had a shower, goes to open. Jay's still in bed, eyes glazed over after having been fucked from behind with the wand pressed against her clit. When the smell of pizza reaches her, she starts to come to her senses, however.

Dressed in her bathrobe, she enters the kitchen, where Frankie's unceremoniously opening the boxes and cans of Coke.

"Fucking finally!"

"Hey," he admonishes her, pulling her snug against him. "You got like fifteen orgasms. Be more grateful."

"I am," she protests, squirming to get away so that she can sit down and start to eat. Frankie releases her, and a few moments later, they're both chewing on pizza, Frankie with an amused grin on his face. Jay raises her brows as she takes a drink from her Coke can, and he shakes his head, still grinning.

"What?" she demands.

"Who knew?"

"Knew what?"

"Mommy."

Jay puts down her pizza and looks at him with dark blue eyes. Frankie's dick twitches, but he shakes his head.

"Eat up first. Daddy's orders."

"You're kinda overusing it now."

"Good. Maybe that'll calm you down."

"Fat chance," Jay scoffs before biting into a huge slice of pizza.

[transboysokka]

Glad That’s Over

(Chris Suffers Through Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 for the First and Last Time)

ok last one thank god lol

this budget looks BIG

UH OH the credits say the Vampiric Council is back yikessss

Lee Pace??? Rami Malek??? DAYUM

I actually know like zero plot points we’re gonna see in here so my mind is wide open

Wtf I didn’t know Forks had Yosemite….

she just TACKLED a MOUNTAIN LION JESUS

oh okay wow so she’s just automatically good at everything I see

Okay yes I’m DEF gonna bd having problems w this baby, like the massive budget of this film and they can’t even cgi a normal looking kid or get a real baby for this stage

Jacob is such a mom

YEAH BELLA GET MAD THIS IS CREEPY

Lmao Edward w heart eyes like “she’s amazing right look at my wife”

YOU NAMED MY DAUGHTER AFTER THE LOCH NESS MONSTER???? HOLY SHIT LINE OF ALL TIME

Why is Rosalie so obsessed w this baby though

She oughta check in with her parents soon eh

So interested in what their vampire sex is like but also I feel like that’s not my business at all and have no desire to see it

Oh damn lol the fangirlies def went feral over this one in theatres

Lmfao Jacob just stripping in front of Charlie like same tbh but this is hilarious

I do appreciate Jacob letting the cat out of the bag though

This was a dumb conversation just tell him

Bella he’s gonna wonder in a few years why you haven’t aged at all

This goddamn baby he’s obviously gonna figure out where SHE came from

Or maybe not lol

Yeah if I was Charlie I’d be pissed after all that

What did they do wrong why are they in trouble

Immortal Child omg what is that ohhhhhh

Lol Jacob speaking logic like “just tell the volturi they got the wrong idea” and everyone’s like “nah anyway how are we gonna fight”

Alice and jasper peacing out okay???

ohhhh convenient the kid can show people her memories eh

Ok so we got rami here as a waterbender

Oh shit he’s the AVATAR

So yeah I don’t actually know what’s happening

Okay Lee pace. Still confused.

I’m just so bored by all of this the whole series should have ended after the first cutesie half hour of this movie

Anyway all this attempt at like woke international vampires is like near-Harry potter levels of lazy racism…

Alice only told Bella her message bc they love each other actually,

so WHY are they abandoning their daughter??

Are we… gonna get an explanation of how renesmee even exists?

Anyway so if Bella’s a shield that STILL doesn’t explain how she was one before she was a vampire??

Now Alice is back bc sure I guess

Like this ENTIRE last hour of the movie is just unnecessary

Oh fuck and now Carlisle’s dead like come the fuck on

Another one bites the dust

Why are they even fighting? I fucking forgot bc the stakes are really SO low

Idk who any of the dying wolves are sorry am I supposed to be able to tell them apart??

I am not emotionally invested in the outcome of this fight At All

Just fighting to break each others necks k

WHAT THE FUCK THAT WAS ALL NOT EVEN REAL. BIGGEST WASTE OF MY TIME EVER

oh jeez are they sending renesmee to live in the Amazon or

Oh slay

This weird little walk down memory lane amv? Also unnecessary but I mean yeah I guess the fans would be into it

Cool that she can like…. Unshield?? Obvs we won’t get a real explanation for that either lol

Amazing that I’ve seen this couple for 5 whole movies and still don’t care about their relationship at all

A thousand years IS an appropriate song to end on though I’ll give it that

Okay yeah I mean I’m glad to know what happens but this whole movie kind of sucked it didn’t need to exist tbh

Glad it’s over

Overall? Interesting franchise. It was whatever but it did kind of hold my interest enough. Will I ever understand why it was such a huge fandom phenomenon? No lol let’s get teen girls crazy about HEALTHY relationship dynamics next time

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Monster? I Hardly Know Her!

The Pearce Joza obsession lives on im afraid 😔

ao3

Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Harris, and Veracity

Summary: Spyder wakes up, delirious and injured after a monster attack. Harris plays severely unqualified nurse.

Trigger Warnings: injury, mentioned vomit, mentioned death

809 words

Something was screeching. High pitched and whiny, kinda reminding him of a school bell… was he at school right now? No, that didn’t sound right. If not there, then where was he?

He groaned, blinking his eyes open. The screeching didn’t go away. In fact, it only somehow got even worse. He couldn’t see that well, vision all… blurred. Did he normally wear glasses? He couldn’t remember. He was pretty sure he didn’t, but then why else would his eyes be so… messed up?

A dark shape loomed over him. His first thought: dad? His second: please not dad.

The screeching (which he was now beginning to realize was just a ringing in his ears) was polite enough to quiet down some. A win was a win.

“Spyder?” the shape called, sounding like it had come from underwater. Or maybe he was underwater… he really couldn’t tell. “Can you hear me?”

“Harris?” he attempted, throat so scratchy it was painful. He coughed, his lungs burning at the action. “Wh’s goin’ on?”

“Oh, thank god. You took a real bad hit… or, a couple, more accurately. Do you remember the fight?”

His brain felt like it was full of soup, so… probably not. Was that why everything sounded so far away? “Did I win?” he croaked, squinting at the Harris-shaped blob.

“You were sort of… unconscious for most of it. Veracity had to hop on weapons, it was… quite the experience. But yeah, we won.”

He moved to sit up, immediately regretting the attempt. His body curled in on itself on pure instinct, raw pain sprouting in his chest like a… plant or something. 

“Oh, shit, yeah, don’t move!” Harris said, words stumbling over themselves. “We still need to check you out. Leo went to get some supplies… um, on a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?”

“Mmm, ‘ve had worse,” he slurred. “‘nt hear good…”

“You can’t hear good?” Harris clarified, getting a low groan in response. “Okay, okay, I’ll forgive the grammar this one time on that. Uhhh… how many fingers am I holding up?”

Spyder squinted at the shape of his friend, trying to focus on his where his hands probably were. “Mmm… twelve?” he guessed.

“Yeah, that’s… definitely not right. I’m gonna need to scan you, hold still, okay?”

It wasn’t like he had much choice. If he moved, he was half convinced he’d disintegrate on the spot. God, everything hurt. He’d been knocked around plenty in his life, and he’d definitely had worse, but jesus. It was like his insides were on fire.

But he couldn’t stay down. He couldn’t afford to be dead weight on the team, not even for a minute. Not when he was constantly teetering on the edge of their collective patience. Not after the day Harris had been infected with ooze, had screamed at him that he was always in the way. 

He needed to show them that he wasn’t just the useless fool who didn’t add anything to the team other than plain annoyance. Quickly. Before they realized that it really was all he was and kicked him to the curb. 

“Wh—stop trying to get up!” Harris ordered, pushing him back down. Spyder’s head spun violently, and he had to give himself a moment to swallow down a bit of puke. 

“I’m good,” he hissed through his teeth, doing his best to filter the pain out of his voice. “All good. We’re good.” He still couldn’t actually focus his eyes enough to see the expression on his friend/severely unqualified doctor’s face. 

“I will strap you down, I swear,” he insisted, obviously annoyed. 

“Kinky,” came the unexpected voice of Veracity from somewhere near the door. 

“Wh-that’s not what I — no!” Harris stammered. Spyder wished he could see how red he probably was. He bet it’d be cute. Harris always somehow was.

“Relax, dumbass,” she said with a half-laugh. “Anyway, how are you feeling, kid?” She asked, her voice closer, now. 

“Mmm…” he managed, re-assessing his body to check for pain. To his faint surprise, though it was still definitely there, it felt so… detached from him, now. He felt like he was dreaming. “I think ‘m dying.”

“What?” they both cried in deeply concerned unison. 

Spyder grinned in what he assumed was Harris’s direction. “Cause you look like an angel.”

“I hate gay people,” Veracity mumbled under her breath. 

“I assume,” he continued, “'cause I can’t actually like… see you.”

“That’s… a problem. What can you see?”

“Shapes’n colors,” he slurred, giggling slightly. His head felt like it was going to explode. To be perfectly honest, that did sound pretty sick, though. Not as sick considering it hurt like a bitch. “G’nigh… sweet prince…” he mumbled, hoping his friends would still be there when he woke up again. 

They probably wouldn’t be, but he could dream.

[killian-whump]

Honestly kinda wanna throttle some folks on Instagram right now.

Like, I don’t recognize any of the names, so I don’t know what neck of the woods these folks wandered out of... I guess they’re Instagram fans? Is that even a thing? Like, if we’re Tumblr fans... and then there’s Twitter fans... these are... Insta fans? I guess?

Anyway...

I want to throttle them, whoever they are.

I mean, look, I get it. Roasting your fave is lots of fun, given the right opportunity and knowing that fave is cool with it and laughing with you at whatever boneheaded thing they’ve done.

This isn’t... any of those things???

Like, who thinks a heartfelt RIP post about a recently deceased fashion designer that dressed Colin for a few major events is a good place to make jokes of any kind??? Doesn’t even matter what the jokes are about or whose expense they’re being made at. It’s just fucking uncouth.

Secondly, Colin isn’t really cool with it. He’s more the kind of guy who takes stuff to heart. He’s not like Rahul Kohli who laughs it off like, “Hahaha, fuck you guys, my grandma thinks I’m cool.” Colin just... goes quiet, says nothing, and disappears off the face of the earth for weeks/months at a time. He was bullied as a kid. He’s actively spoken out about teasing and nastiness online, in fandoms, and on social media. What part of any of that says, “I like it when my fans roast me over hot coals for the slightest mistake I might make.”

Thirdly, lemme just emphasize the first two points by adding: This shit isn’t funny. It’s just mean. This isn’t like when he retweeted himself saying “Nice” and added “Nice” on it and people replied with, “Nice.” That was, objectively, kinda sorta funny. I mean, he still went silent and didn’t speak to us for weeks, but it was pretty funny - both the mistake itself and some of the responses to it. This... I mean, what’s so funny about him using low resolution images? It’s not really like this was too good of an opportunity for humor that folks couldn’t help themselves. He was obviously on a phone and didn’t realize the images were that low of quality - and really, who the fuck cares?

They were old pictures, anyway. We’ve all seen them dozens of times. Hell, most of us probably have HQ copies of them sitting on our hard drives right now! And come to think of it, they’re also all press shots. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to use HQ versions of them in any way unless you’ve paid the licensing fees to do so. And sure, people might not care much what we do with them, since we don’t have money for them to take, but they sure as shit care what Colin does with them. Might even be why he used LQ shots. Who knows?

But again, who cares? The point of his post wasn’t to show us those pictures. It was to illustrate the designs of Vivienne Westwood’s that he’s worn, on a post meant to express sadness at her passing.

And those Insta fans, or whoever they are, just totally made a mockery of that in a mean-spirited and cold-hearted way.

And I want to throttle them, because I don’t know if Colin’s internet silence is due to real life issues or just annoyance at ~ gestures vaguely ~ shit exactly like this. And I don’t care. Either way, the best way to make him regret posting at all and make him want to post even less than he already doesn’t... is to do shit like this to him when he does post something. Either way, he doesn’t need this kind of nonsense. Nobody does.

[rietveldbrothers]

Some SAB s2 Housekeeping!

we’re still a few days out but I do just wanna throw this out there now

I will not be spoiler free on this blog

i’ll tag anything as “sab s2” and probably sab s2 spoilers but I have every intention of being done my first watch by the eod thursday so everyone’s aware if you want to avoid spoilers you should blacklist the tags before day of

also-

as a general statement, I got and answered a lot of asks in and around last season about my thoughts and criticisms and analysis of the show, which was very fun! I love talking about things and to y’all, but full disclosure, my tolerance for fandom BS is at an all time low, and significantly lower than it was last go around so i’m a) prob not the best person if ur interested in discourse and b) there’s a non zero chance I will be not nice if u spew some bs into my inbox.

while i’m still happy to engage with content (obviously) and discussions around the show, i’ve said it before and i’ll said it again now just so everyone’s clear, I am decidedly NOT a book purist. If you have issues if and when the show changes things from the books, I am not the best person to air those grievances with. You are perfectly entitled to those opinions, I just, chances are, am not gonna care!

also another reminder that if u come onto my blog or in my notes or tags saying anything but nice things about my king Mal Oretsev I have a fond relationship with the block button.

[kanonavi]

hewwo tis hua on main :33 lettuce see 9, 17, 23, 31, 45, n 46 for the fic questions~

Hi Hua we are now hanging out on my blog! :3

(Hi it's me from the future crying because this is so long I can no longer justify not putting a Read More what have you done to me :sob:)

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

How can you ask me that when we’re in the Genshin fandom rn lol Jokes aside, I think that the size of the Genshin fandom is its blessing just as much as it’s its curse. Obviously it’s going to have all of the main problems that big fandoms tend to have, but the sheer number of people also means that there’s basically a guarantee that there will be other people that are creating the exact flavor of fanworks that I want to see and to create myself.

I’ve gone through highs and lows of how much fic I read for a fandom over time and I think Genshin is one of my all-time highs, but I’m pretty sure I’ve also found the most fics in Genshin that have just felt transcendent in some way to me. For a piece of media that I enjoy as much as I enjoy Genshin, I’d gladly take a large fandom that’s a bit of a clusterfuck over a tiny fandom where my thoughts and ideas don’t resonate with anything everyone else is doing. Even if it means I’m mostly off in my corner trying my best to remain blind to greater fandom trends, I’m happy in my tiny sandbox with the few friends that I share this experience with.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favorite?

My first OTP for Genshin was xingyun! I ended up pulling both of them very early on, and even before I read their voicelines and realized that they’re basically a textbook example of friends to lovers, I was impressed by how well they worked together in a team and based purely on that I wondered as a joke if people shipped them. So naturally I checked AO3 and Learned.

They’ve been deposed as my favorites at this point by xiaoven, but they’re still very high on my otp list, placed lovingly in my S+ tier alongside xiaoven and kazuscara. I think that I would have ended up shipping them regardless of if I pulled them both early, but I like to think they started my taste off on the right foot.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

The thing about all of my fics is that they're either for a fandom/ship that I'm kinda divorced from at this point or they were written when I was 14 in the AO3 editing box and there is little to no in between. Which then leaves my Genshin fics... of which there are only 3, since most of my writing is done for me and my friends rather than the public.

Still, if I had to pick one, it would be When Suikou Met a Little Bird, a fic that was written in a pure, brainrotted haze but still kind of escalated to more than I ever expected it to be. It was honestly kind of an experiment for me, since I wrote it in a perspective I wasn't used to (that being Xiao rather than Venti) and the story just kind of came easily in a way that writing usually doesn't for me. For that, I was really proud of how it came out and just really happy with it overall.

That, and I also based it on one of the most Mentally Ill screenshots I've ever taken in-game, which I will include for your viewing pleasure:

31. What's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about your writing?

I got a comment a few months ago on A Brief Respite from Lantern's Light, which was the fic I wrote in a brainrot haze after the Endless Suffering trailer ended my entire existence, which said that my portrayal of Xiao and Venti was the closest to canon they had ever read and that the way I "captured the essence of their love is nothing short of perfection". Needless to say, I kinda ascended thanks to that.

The way that I write characters is something that I guess I could say I'm insecure about, since characters are often the vessels for humanity to be brought forth in a work of fiction, even if the characters aren't human themselves. I hold characters in very high esteem in works of fiction, but because I spend so much time thinking about my favorite characters, I'm constantly worried that they're kinda turning to mush in my brain and becoming what I see them as rather than what they really are. Headcanons are fun and I indulge in them plenty myself, but when I never want to lose sight of who those characters are in the story they were written for when I'm creating my own stories for them.

That's kind of why the xiaoven scene in the Endless Suffering trailer was Everything to me. Their first canon interaction, and it consisted of an exchange that was comfortable, especially when compared to Xiao's interactions with other characters in the past and even in the rest of that same trailer. Then, that says nothing of the tender gazes that Venti was giving Xiao the entire time. The entire scene just proved to me that whether or not they're in love, Xiao and Venti are comfortable with each other and that much is real.

So after I took that scene and built off of it into my own thought of how the scene could continue if Xiao and Venti were lovers, and to have someone say that it matched their interaction in the trailer and that I was able to capture that essence? It means everything to me, to this day.

i feel like a narcissist to have answered that question at such length but oh well lol

45. What is your all time favorite fanfic?

There are plenty of Genshin fics which have had an impact on me (oh haha impact that wasn't even on purpose), but I feel like I have to give this to what's probably the first truly transcendent fic I ever read. It was a Persona 5 fic called Black Star, I'm pretty sure it's still one of the most read P5 fics today, which it totally deserves.

It was a kind of epilogue to the original P5 before Royal or Strikers or whatever the fuck X is supposed to be were ever conceived, and in my honest opinion Black Star did it better than any of them ever have and ever will. It's a fic that says what it means to, nothing more and nothing less, and as I look back over the past 5 years of Atlus milking the life out of this story that used to have meaning, it's so goddamn refreshing to have this author who rolled up, wrote a perfect epilogue for P5 and then nothing else for the fandom. Wherever they are, I hope they're living their best possible life.

Black Star fixed the main thing that the original P5 fucked up, which was Goro Akechi. Akechi barely had a character arc in the original, even by the standards of P5 writing, but in this fic he was able to gain redemption as well as a resolution on his complicated feelings towards Joker in a way that I don't even think Royal did as well. Full disclosure, I used to be a hardcore shuake shipper and Black Star is a gen fic, but there are plenty of fics which give Akechi resolution in a way that incorporates romantic feelings towards Joker which I also love. However, I just think Black Star is able to surpass them in certain regards because of how it actualizes Akechi in his own personhood independent of anyone else. At this point in my life cycle as a goroboy, I really just think that when Akechi is at his lowest like he is in this fic, he just needed anything, even the faintest glimmer of trust in him from someone in his life that he's able to do good even after all the wrong he's done in order for him to at least want to try. That can be given to him regardless of any kind of romance, and Black Star has always done it best.

I also just love the way it builds off of P5's world with Paranoia Syndrome and the Dead Sea in which Mementos rots. Again, it's like I said before, no official continuation of Persona 5 has ever and will ever do it better than Black Star. ...i should read it again at some point.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I am once again being made to choose between one of my three entire Genshin fics lol. But for this question I honestly feel like I have to go with A Brief Respite from Lantern's Light. It's short, but also out of my three fics I think it best demonstrates my mental state and how xiaoven exists in my brain, being rotated like a rotisserie chicken. In a way it could be kinda like my mission statement? Or like. My conceit? OH ITS LIKE MY XV COVER LETTER. i hate that metaphor, god lol

But yeah, we end with a simple answer: if you come to me for xiaoven, the xiaoven in that fic is what you're signing up for <3

[xellandria]

We’re approaching five? months since I started Spravato, and today was my third Time Of It. The very first time I felt something (beyond being dizzy) I was listening to Gideon the Ninth and part of my brain became absolutely convinced that The Locked Tomb fandom was gonna be the next Big Thing and it was super important to get in on the ground floor of it and everything.  That lasted for like, five minutes, but I was like “nah this is not a real thing, wild that I’m so partially convinced it is though.” The second time it was just a huge amount of nausea, though thankfully the nurse noticed me being weird about it on the camera and brought me a damp washcloth and a fan and stuff and that helped til it passed.

Today it was both at once, which was wild.  I feel like the nausea came on pretty quickly and the dissociation came right on its heels, but apparently I was coherent enough to a) hit the call light (first time I’ve done that, rip) and b) ask for what I wanted (the fan again, and I either mentioned I felt nauseous or implied it cos she brought a bag for me too, heh).  I was at the point in early Nona where we’re first introduced to Hot Sauce and her friends and I remember feeling this absolute certainty that New Rho was “the real world” and all the shit with raid later today and having an actual physical meat form and stuff was the story, and part of my brain was like “no, this is Definitely Not Correct, we need to put a stop to this” and yanked my earbud out of my ear and I spent the next like 40-60m just kinda sitting there without audio input.

Not having partaken in drugs recreationally I can’t really compare it but it wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience (though the nausea part probably had something to do with that).  It was definitely different from what I’d previously been calling dissociation, though; in what I’ve experienced in the past I’ve been vaguely aware that time was passing and if I chose to look back in my memory closely enough I could mark it (there is just usually nothing going on upstairs at the time).  With the reaction today, there are sections of time that are just... gone. They weren’t there in the moment, and they aren’t there looking back.  It’s not a stretch of time in which the only things my body did were the things my body does without me having to attend to them, those stretches of time just don’t exist.  How long were they?  I couldn’t tell you.  I mean, obviously the whole thing lasted about an hour, but in that span of time where I was staring at a chair and thinking it was a really boring painting and I should change the channel, there are just... bits missing.

I don’t know.  The first time I could vaguely understand why someone might want to induce that feeling (even if the results in me were kind of boring), but the missing time of today is just... really unpleasant.  And yeah, the nausea part probably isn’t helping, but it was bad enough that I posted out of raid for today (despite our numbers already being desperately low) cos I’m exhausted now.

I dunno.  Three weird reactions in five months of treatments isn’t so bad, but I’m really hoping I don’t run into a fourth...

[eddieheart]

MONSTER IN MY CLOSET

(Part 2)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: NONE

Words: 623

Description: Evelyn goes searching for Buddy

Part 1:

She had searched everywhere and her beloved Buddy was nowhere to be found. Traipsing through the house she's looked high and low for any inkling as to where he could have gone, but she found none.

Evelyn now had no other choice but to search the woods for her friend. Climbing trees, and checking caves, running up hills and spying in creeks, he was still nowhere to be found.

Climbing up a hill in front of her, train tracks came into view. Running wildly she got to the top and started to walk the tracks. By the time she was far enough in she noticed a pair of boys on the opposite end.

It was too late for her to turn around as they'd obviously noticed her. Patting down her disheveled hair and pressing down her muddied shirt she tried to look presentable.

As they got closer she noticed their odd attire as well. They both wore garish yellow dish gloves and carried old white buckets filled with something pungently stinking of blood.

She recognized the boy as Steve Harrington and his... friend maybe? When they got face to face they both stopped, the younger looking to Steve awkwardly.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here." Evelyn asked as calmly as she could.

"What do you mean what am I doing here, what are you doing here?" Steve accused, gripping the bucket handle tighter. He hoped and failed at sounding nonchalant.

She begun by trying to make an excuse but interrupted herself upon noticed what was in their buckets.

"I- was ah- is that a bucket of meat? Why do you have buckets of meet?" She asked.

"We’re searching for a lost....-." Steve trailed off looking for some excuse as to what they were doing.

"Dog." Dustin supplied.

"Yep, a lost dog, ol'.... little... missy buns, yep ol' little missy buns. What about you?" He stuttered out a name and cursed himself internally for how stupid it sounded.

"I'm... going on a walk. Yeah, a walk. Enjoying the sights and such."  Evelyn replied awkwardly.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she tried to move to the other side of them, but before she could walk away Dustin spoke.

"You haven't seen a lizard have you? Big, slimes lizard, lots o' teeth?" She stopped in her tracks for a moment, eyes wide.

"Uh... um... lizard you say... ha... no, nope haven't seen one, have you?" She chuckled awkwardly trying to keep her fear to herself.

They were facing each other both parties walking backwards nervously.

"Nope none on our end." Steve replied, pushing Dustin back with his shoulder.

"Great." Evelyn said sharply.

"Great." Steve replied.

"Great." Dustin added as they walked farther backwards.

"Y'know if you do see a... lizard you should call me... we can talk about... the lizards here." Evelyn added nervously.

"Yeah... lizards." Was all Steve said before all three turned away and walked farther off.

They couldn't be looking for Buddy, could they? She needed to find him before they did. Evelyn stopped herself from walking any farther and turned to face the boys again. She called out after them.

"Y'know what? Why don't I help you look for your dog huh? I'm not doing anything."  She said.

Both boys froze and looked to each other for assistance. Steve stuttered out his words lamely and tried to dissuade the girl from joining them. They couldn't risk her seeing dart.

"No that's really... uh... we don't need any help it's fine." He put his hands up in a surrender position and started to walk faster.

"No, no, I insist." Evelyn jogged up to stand with the pair. There was no way she was gonna let them find Buddy first, no way.

@buggylad

[vampireclub7]

I wondered if this would be the right place to ask your thoughts about Baemon’s debut? Absolutely not fishing for a dunk on them, if I wanted that I’d just go on Reddit LOL. More curious where you think they’ll go from here, what your personal thoughts on the song were. Thanks!

***

I listened to Batter Up when it came out but just now tried to recall anything beyond the hook, and I couldn’t remember. That’s how forgettable a song it is for me. I remember also feeling like the MV was entirely unimaginative.

Blackpink’s style of music hasn’t ever really been my cup of tea, and neither was 2NE1’s tbh. It’s not that the music is bad, but it’s very obviously an expression of what a Korean guy thinks American ‘bad bitch’ hiphop is. The song structure is predictable and oftentimes falls flat for me by the time we get to the chanting outro that’s near constant in all YGE title tracks. Anyway, going with an assumption many other people had that Baemon was going to basically attempt being BP but for 4th/5th gen, I had low expectations. Which they met.

YGE right now is experiencing the criminal sentencing of their founder, investors anxious over BP’s renewals, brain drain with Teddy branching out on his own, a Baemon member with a delayed debut that’s rumored to be linked to her n-word scandal, etc. If not for guidance to YG’s investors earlier in September I don’t think Baemon would’ve debuted this year at all, because they are so obviously not ready.

But also, YGE is one of the Big3, meaning the company has spent about 3 decades building a cult-following of millions of k-pop stans who will quite literally always be primed to buy-in, to always tune in, give the music from YG groups several chances, everytime, and inevitably support it.

Even now the primary sentiment I’m seeing is that the group is ‘talented’ and will blow up to dominate with the ‘right song’ which is certainly coming in their next release whenever that is. It’s also telling how, in contrast to NewJeans’ debut when the focus was their ages and their producer/head (a reaction which before I’ve pointed out was abnormal), with Baemon we’re seeing a more ‘normal’ k-pop fandom reaction, where there’s some chatter around their ages but it doesn’t dominate nor overshadow their debut, and neither does the mention that the man who groomed his former trainee and married her, installed cameras in Baemon’s bathrooms, and was recently sentenced to prison which was negotiated to a probationary sentence - despite him being very involved in making the group, his hand in their development isn’t mentioned at all.

So, Baemon will be more than fine. I find it interesting that Baemon is the first girl group in YGE’s history that has more than 5 members, which confirms to me YGE had/has grand plans for Baemon, to sort of fuse BTS and Blackpink together to create a 7-member group with the same tried and true formula that was used on all their prior groups but refined on Blackpink.

In terms of what I expect next:

- I don’t think we’ll get a proper debut until Ahyeon rejoins the group

- A dual-focus on group and individual brand-building, in contrast to BP’s brand strategy which focused on the latter

- Without Teddy producing for them, I’m a bit concerned about their song output tbh. But then again, k-pop stans really do love YGE’s take on ‘swag’ so I guess they’ll be fine.

My opinion on the girls themselves is mixed but Ruka stands out to me only because I’d heard of her back when she was in her Japanese group.

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

Sicktember 2023 Masterpost

Hello! Here's all the fics I'd written for Sicktember, all in one place! And here's them all in one place on AO3!

There are 8 fills spanning 24 prompts (plus a bonus 2022 prompt!). They're all for the Super Mario fandom!

If you wanna see what I'd written last year, then here's the series for that. Otherwise I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing these! ^_^

How to Become Patient Zero in One or Two Easy Steps

[Bowser & Bowser Junior, Bowser & Peach, Bowser & Luigi, Bowser & Kamek | 1.3k words]

Summary: Bowser’s having a good feeling about this kidnapping attempt, so when he discovers he’s sick he tries to push through and hide it to see his latest scheme through to the end. This doesn't work out, obviously. Prompts: Hiding an Illness, Sick and Injured, ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’, "But if you stay, you'll get sick too", Patient Zero

Back Home to Rest

[Mario & Luigi | 1.4k words]

Summary: It’s the morning after a crazy adventure, and Mario had forgotten to bring his back brace with him when he’d been out traveling. Prompts: Preventative Measures (Not Taken), [2022] Chronic Illness

Inky Soup for the Soul

[Kamek & Kammy | 1.4k words]

Summary: A few days after Kammy visits a sick Kamek, it’s Kamek’s turn to visit a sick Kammy. This visit goes even more poorly than the last one. Prompts: “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”, “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”, Coughing Fit

Did you just sneeze?

[Mario & Peach | 410 words]

Summary: Almost home after rescuing Princess Peach from Bowser yet again, Mario accidentally lets Peach on to the fact that he’s feeling under the weather. Prompts: “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”, “Did you just sneeze?”

Of Speeches and Parties

[Mario & Peach, Luigi & Peach | 1.3k words]

Summary: Peach had gotten sick the day before an event she was supposed to be speaking at. So Luigi is going to give her speech in her place! …He’s kind of low-key regretting volunteering for this. Prompts: Anxious Stomach, “I should have stayed home”, “I’m so sorry”, Forehead Kisses

Quest for a Cure

[Bowser & Bowser Jr, Bowser & Mario, Luigi & Mario, Luigi & Peach, Bowser & Peach | 9.6k words]

Summary: One day, Junior woke up with a fever. That wasn't concerning, at first. Until it turned out that said fever was actually a symptom of a curse, a curse that Mario and Luigi and Peach were about to discover had been cast on Luigi, as well. Now it’s a race against time for Mario and Bowser to get the last thing they needed to break it, before it was too late. Prompts: Quest for a Cure, Magical Remedy/Healing Potion, Persistent Fever, Pounding Headache, Old Wives’ Tale

Couched in Something Comforting

[Luigi & Polterpup | 378 words]

Summary: Luigi’s day is interrupted by a sudden onset of cramps after lunch. So he lies on the couch to rest, and gets a visitor, too. Prompts: Curled Up With a Pet, Cramping Pain

a brother by any other nickname would care just as much

[Mario & Luigi | 1.1k words]

Summary: With Mario sicker than he’s been in ages, what else can Luigi do but stay by his side? Prompts: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames, “I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

[outrunningthedark]

Lol we’re not gonna see anything similar to what happened with the cw. That long awful story was entirely different to anything going on with Disney and abc. I’m actually quite surprised you fell for the strike bait article from Disneys ceo. ABC is their flagship channel, meaning they’ll sell off all their cable ones that no one watches anymore like freeform before they ever touch abc.

Now, see, if you scrolled back just a little bit (literally to yesterday) you would realize that I already said I don't anticipate cancellation or a selling of assetts because OG has the advantage of employing Angela Bassett for as long as she wants to work: I don’t expect anything with OG to change right now because it has the luxury of employing one of the biggest names in the business, but I do think a decision to cut ties isn’t ENTIRELY out of the question with these simultaneous strikes. Secondly, I notice you conveniently left out the struggles NBC is having, a network owned by the juggernaut that is Comcast. I purposely put that in because had I just used CW the response would be "...that network is broke, though". As for your confidence that Disney wouldn't sell off ABC, I don't think this fandom is in a position to declare certainties when it's been wrong about so many things :P You sound just like the anons and blogs saying FOX's budget was doing fine in s5 and (particularly) s6 despite CLEAR evidence to the contrary based on the kind of stories being written. ;) Selling ABC still allows them to switch programs to Hulu, the one service Bob Iger is willing to keep.

And just for fun: According to this podcast, a sale of Disney's TV assets is going to be in the 8 billion dollar range at minimum. Do you really think it's a guarantee that a billionaire clings to a dying industry (as seen in just how "low" that number is vs. Comcast buying NBC for 13 billion in 2011) over easy money? 🤔 The way some of you approach this topic...I'll pray for you when this show is off the air for real. You're obviously having a tough time learning to let go.