#so posts will continue to be infrequent

[motorsportbarbie13]

Forbidden - Part 1

In which you reconnect with an old friend, much to the dismay of your brother.

Warnings: None. This is mostly background and will be several parts.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x LeClercSister!Reader Word Count: 2.6k words Masterlist Here

It started slowly, this thing between your brother's best friend and biggest rival and you. So slowly that you hadn't been directly involved, you probably wouldn't have even noticed the clandestine brushing of fingers to skin in the paddock or the flickering looks that lingered just a bit too long. Even the way Max managed to stare at you from his garage went unnoticed by everyone but you. But what started slowly over one summer quickly snowballed into something that nearly destroyed you both.

You'd known Max since you were young, of course, so maybe that was why the pair of you managed to keep things hidden for so long. You two being friendly wasn't all that out of the ordinary so maybe that was why it took people longer to connect the dots. You two had always been friends, but it was a quiet friendship so not many people picked up on it, even back then. But he had always been firmly in the ‘my brother’s best friend and track rival’ category for as long as you could remember.

Did it drive you crazy that they were much quicker to involve your younger brother, Arthur, in their antics instead of you? Yes. But Charlie and his friends were like the untouchable super hero's you watched in movies: larger than life and totally invincible so you always lapped up any ounce of attention they gave you.

As you got older though, your trips to the track became less and less frequent with you picking up your own interests. You traded weekends at the track for weekends spent with friends your own age who didn't worship the ground your brother and his friends walked on. Before long, you were headed off to university in New York City, wanting a bit of space from your famous brother and his aura. You loved Charlie and Arthur to death, they were your favorite people in the world after all, but it was difficult being the 'normal' sister to such talented men and the space had allowed you to thrive on your own, in your own way. 

You went home to Monaco infrequently, the trip from New York to the small principality being just long enough to be annoying to do regularly and traveled to races even less. It wasn’t that you didn’t support Charlie. You always made sure to be at his home race in Monaco and the race in Monza of course, but your life was in New York. First it was your rigorous coursework for your degree in economics from NYU that kept you away and then you continued on with a Master’s degree in economics and international business, the intensity of both programs serving you well crafted excuses for years. 

“You’re really going to come travel with us?” Charlie was unable to hide his surprise and excitement this morning when you called to tell him your post-graduation plans. 

“It’s been the hardest year of my life, between my thesis, interning at the investment firm in Manhattan, and finishing up grad school, I’ve barely had a chance to breathe for years. I need a break Charlie.” You sigh, settling into your couch that faces the floor to ceiling windows in your New York apartment that was currently full of packing boxes. 

“I know you do. You’re the hardest working person in this family.” 

You chuckle, knowing that this wasn’t true. Your two brothers worked just as hard, if not harder, at their careers in motorsport. There was no way Charlie would have reached F1 if he hadn’t been a hard worker. You might be the smartest LeClerc though, although you knew Arthur would never admit to that even if Charlie would. 

“What happened to that job in London?” 

You pick at an invisible piece of lint, wanting to avoid the question, as you shrug even though your brother couldn’t see you. “I told them I wasn’t interested. They wanted too much from me and I’m just so close to being burnt out. I’m taking on a consulting gig with the Bank of London. They’ve agreed to allow me to work remotely so I can live in Monaco and travel. I’ve missed so much of your career Charlie, I hate that I’ve been so absent from everyone for so long.” 

Charlie’s voice goes soft at the sound of regret in your voice, “Oh, petit papillon.” My little butterfly. You can’t help but smile at the nickname, despite the melancholy mood that had settled over you. “We know you did what you had to do to make you happy, we don’t blame you for being gone for so long. All that matters now is that your studies are done and we get to see you more.” 

Your heart warms in your chest. Of course Charlie hadn’t held your distance against you, it wasn’t in his nature to hold grudges against you, even when you fought the hardest. “I’m so excited to come home, Charlie.” 

*Six Weeks Later*

A faint tapping on the front door catches your attention from where you sat in Charlie’s living room, staring at the same spreadsheet you had been working on for the last hour. “Saved by the knock.” You mutter, getting up from your spot on you’re brother’s couch. You’ve spent so much time on the plush piece of furniture over the last few days, busy with work, that you’re surprised there’s not a permanent indent of your backside on the cushion. 

Finding an apartment in Monaco was proving harder than you had thought. Every flat you looked at in the city was either so far out of your price range or was missing something you deemed essential to have in your living space so for the time being you were staying with Charlie and Alexandra in their guest bedroom until the right place came around. 

“Coming!” You call out, hoping to alert the person knocking on the front door to your approach. Although you couldn’t fathom who would be at the door in the middle of the day on a Tuesday afternoon. You quickly run through an inventory of where the important people in your life were: Charlie was at a sponsor event while Alex was at doing some content creation in Paris for the gallery that she worked for. Your mother was at work of course and Arthur was off somewhere with his girlfriend Jade today. Everyone accounted for and busy. 

Without checking the peephole, you swing the door open wide, relieved for an excuse to take a break from the project that had found its way to your inbox early this morning. 

“Maxie!” You gasp, launching yourself into the unprepared arms of the Dutchman who you hadn’t seen in years. 

Max was thankful for his quick reflexes that were required of a world championship winning F1 driver because without them, the two of you would have found yourselves in a heap of limbs on the floor. “Beestje! You nearly took me out.” Max sets you down carefully but not before you have a chance to swat at his arm. 

“You know I hate when you call me that.” You pout, nipping at his finger when he teasingly swipes at your lip. Max had called you ‘little beast’ for as long as you could remember, always delighting in your cries of protest when he did. If there was one thing Max loved, it was teasing Charlie’s sister.  

He grins down at you, dimples winking out at the corner of his mouth. “That’s why I do it.” 

Rolling your eyes, you open the door wide enough to allow the both of you to enter the empty apartment. Max follows you into the living room, where your computer sits discarded. 

“I didn’t know you were visiting.” Max says, trying to remain calm as you settle down on the couch opposite of him. 

You had always been gorgeous, those good looking LeClerc genes that Charles was so famous for had obviously been passed on to you as well, but now? You were hands down the most stunning woman Max had ever seen in his entire life. Your social media presence was sparse, at best, so while he followed you, it was rare for you to post much of anything. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you in person either, knowing that you much preferred to avoid the harsh light of fame that came with being a LeClerc. 

“Charlie didn’t tell you? I moved back!” You wave a hand towards your laptop, “I got a job with the Bank of London doing consulting work, fully remote.” 

“No, Charles didn’t tell me.” Max says, narrowing his eyes. He had just played padel with Charles and Carlos the other day and he hadn’t made a single mention of you being back. “Where is he, anyway? I came by to see if he wanted to go for a run tonight.” 

You shrug, trying to force your heart rate to slow to a pace that couldn’t potentially be heard by people playing the slots at the famous Monte Carlo Casino down the street. You had always had a juvenile crush on Max. Honestly, who wouldn’t? His demeanor on the track and in the paddock was completely opposite of who he was in private. You may have not spent much, if any, time with him the past decade but you knew that the Max that had been your brother’s childhood best friend and rival was the same Max sitting next to you right now. Nothing had changed.

“He’s at some event for Ferrari. I’ll never understand why people want to pay thousands of dollars to get to talk to the likes of you chuckle heads. How would those donors feel knowing they invested so much in a person that once got so drunk on their birthday they thought the Uber driver was trying to kidnap them because they, and I quote, ‘could totally make a killing with the ransom Christian would pay to get me back.’” 

“That was ONE time!” He croaks, blinking at you in surprise. “And how the fuck did you know about that? Charles swore he’d never tell anyone about that.” 

You can’t help the laughter that bubbles out and Max momentarily forgets how embarrassed he is that you know that story. It’s light and airy, the notes dragging their fingers down Max’s skin. “I’m not ‘anyone’, Maxie darling. You know that.” 

And boy did he. Just the way you wink at him while calling him ‘Maxie darling’ is enough to send his mind into overdrive, wondering how it would feel if more of your attention was turned his way. 

Max just smirks back, fighting to keep up the cool facade he’s usually got so carefully constructed in place. He expertly steers the conversation away from anymore potentially embarrassing stories and towards you. How you’ve been. The near year you spent writing your thesis paper for your Master’s degree. The life you’ve built so far away from Max. It makes his heart squeeze something fierce knowing that you two have drifted so far apart.

Before you know it, the sun is sinking low in the sky, casting a glittering glow over the water just outside the apartment. The sunlight filters in through the half-drawn curtains, bathing you in a golden light. Max had never understood why everyone raves about the beauty of ‘golden hour’ until he saw the setting sun reflected in your eyes. 

He was in so much trouble. 

You two are so lost in your conversation you don’t notice the front door swing open or Charles bustling through the door hours later. Charles pauses when he sees the two of you sat on the couch together. Somewhere between the first and second glass of wine that you had poured when it became evident neither of you wanted the afternoon to end, you had ended up quite close to Max. His hand sat outstretched over the back of the couch, hovering just out of reach of your shoulder. You were leaning into him ever so slightly, laughing at something Max had said moments before. The obvious intimacy between the two of you set off alarm bells for Charles, not liking how Max was looking at you over the rim of his wine glass. 

The thing was, Charles is quite protective of you. It was one of the reasons you always tried to leave the details about your love life out of any conversation you had with either of your brothers. Arthur was bad enough, but your twin? Charles was of the opinion that no one was ever good enough for you. Especially someone like Max. While he wasn’t as bad as some of the guys on the grid (lookin at you Lando Norris), Max still liked to party and take advantage of how often pretty girls threw themselves at him. He did not want someone like that interested in his sister. He knew how much you valued your privacy and that was not something someone like Max could offer you. 

“What’s going on here?” Charles fought to keep the hostility out of his voice, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Max jumped off the couch like it had suddenly burst into flames. He knew how protective Charles was over you and judging by the stormy look on your brother’s face, he wasn’t happy to find him there tonight. 

You, on the other hand, found it amusing how quickly your brother’s protective side reared it’s ugly head. There was nothing to be ashamed of, you knew that. You were just two friends catching up after being apart for so long. Totally innocent. Right? Right. 

“Max stopped by to see if you wanted to go on a run and we just got lost in conversation is all, Charlie.” You sooth, knowing your brother has a short fuse when it comes to you. 

Charles narrows his eyes at Max as if he doesn’t believe your words and to be honest, he probably shouldn’t. If he had known the thoughts racing through Max’s head over the last few hours, Max would have probably found himself in the gravel pit of whatever race was next on the calendar. 

“I was just leaving.” Max stutters, glancing down at where you still sit on the couch, amused grin playing at the corner of your lips. 

“It was nice to see you Maxie.” 

Max doesn’t miss the way Charles clenches his fists when you say his name like that. 

“Always a pleasure, Beestje.” He teases, hoping that Charles doesn’t pick up on the nervous waver in his voice. 

You tip your wine glass towards him in a mock salute before picking up your laptop where it’s sat discarded for the last few hours while Max makes a beeline for the front door. Charles follows him out, eyes trained on the back of his friends head, trying to calm the storm of anger that is swirling around his gut. 

“I don’t think it needs to be said but stay away from my sister.” Charles practically growls when Max’s hand closes over the doorknob. 

“We’re just friends Charles. I haven’t seen her in ages, we were just catching up.” 

“I don’t look at my friends the way you were just looking at her.” Charles grouses. “Just don’t, okay? I don’t want to give her any reason to leave again. If you hurt her, she’ll go running. Leave her alone.” 

Max nods, unable to find the words he wants to use because he has a feeling ‘fuck you, I’ll do whatever I want with your sister’ seems like a bad way to end the conversation. But as he waits for the elevator in the quiet hall, he knows that staying away from you is going to be near impossible. 

[x-olo]

Isono and Sasaki talentswap!

I was going for a more cozy vibe but when I saw what it would look like with a dark background I couldn’t pick between them so I decided to post both

I tried to redesign their clothes in a way that I could see them wearing it/parallel their og clothes like with Sasaki having more skin coverage and Isono having a preppy aesthetic

I decided to make some lore for this this little thing

Isono Miki the Ult. Student council president

When Isono’s channel started blowing up, she had to choose between continuing her education or pursuing this new opportunity. Instead of being an idol she decided to continue her formal education, while she does still stream online it’s only a hobby with her schedule being infrequent. Still being a part of the student council, she decides to work hard to become really efficient while still being her cheerful self. With hard work, she rises up to become the president of the student council. Maybe she’d even make up with her sister after gaining more courage from experience, who knows

I think that she’ll just be a small streamer who only streams like once a month and have a small audience (including Wada possibly) and still absolutely love music but isn’t pursuing it. Since she would probably get over her agoraphobia in this au, though, if she had angst in her life it’d probably be giving up her dreams of becoming a music producer, while she still enjoys being student council president, she’s always had a passion for music she’ll never achieve. She honestly only really sticked to her formal education since it was what you’re supposed to do, right?

Sasaki Hitomi the Ult. Internet idol

Due to her pedo teacher grooming her and at this point in time getting caught she decides to step down from her place as student council president from all the stress, the girl needs a break, but still continues being part of the student council as a regular member. While getting treated for her trauma she starts coping by watching internet streamers, her friend (pink subtitle girl) introduces her to internet idols and she is hooked. She feels as if her trauma is disabling her from achieving great things, hence, giving up the position of president. Soooo she decides to try and achieve something a little below than great.

She decides to try out being a streamer, putting all her time and effort into her channel, eventually becoming a well known figure, but just a niche like Isono was in the og. Her parents are okay with this, since she looks happy doing it, and that’s all they want. Since Sasaki is a very organized person, she manages to sorta balance her internet and school life, although she does pay more attention to her streaming career. Instead of pushing herself to become a successful person by being studious, she starts pushing herself to become more known to the world and entertain her fans, making her start to stay inside more often.

I think it would be cool in the kg if Sasaki is like Isono’s secretary since she also wants to do something importat. And Isono would maybe help reawaken Sasaki’s leadership skills.

They’d both admire eachother’s lives since that was their dream, seeing what could’ve been through a glass that also reflects the other’s unachieved dreams to be like you, so their bond will maybe be stronger in this alternate universe

+ a little cute idea that Wada is a fan of Isono and she’s really surprised abt it and doesn’t really know how to react since she’s never had someone be a fan of hers while Sasaki is just rolling her eyes with an amused expression knowing the same feeling of excitement and surprise Isono’s feeling when meeting a good-mannered fan for the first time

Bonus:

Decided to do a sprite edit since I thought it might look cool! It’s a bit messy but I think it looks good

[dxmedstudent]

Medblrs, who's still around?

I'm aware that it's been some years since my previous medblr list and previous medblr roll call posts. Over the years we've built a thriving and supportive medblr community, which we've been really lucky to have. I'm using medblr in the widest sense, here - nurses, PAs, pharmacists abd all sorts of other professions are welcome.

Years have passed. Many of us have continued to live offline lives or post less frequently because work, kids, other interests and just life got in the way. Some have changed specialties. I know that there have been years I've been fairly quiet because life was busy! But even if you post infrequently, youre still a valued part of the community. Please feel free to reblog and add yourself to the list.

Some left the sphere of medicine, that's cool too - if you ever identified as a medblr, there's still a place for you here.

New medblr friends have joined - why not introduce yourselves? It would be great to make some new connections in this sphere.

I'm also curious about non medblrs who lurk here for fun.

I'll start first. I'm @dxmedstudent (she/her, late 30s), I also go by Tink (that predates my blog here and is somewhat unrelated). I started my blog here over 10 years ago when I was a UK med student writing med student comics which can still be found over at @dxmedicalstudent .

I spent some years in hospital medicine before becoming a GP this past summer. I haven't changed my name or icons in that time so if you think you remember me, you're probably right.

Lovely to meet you all, and to say hi to old friends.

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 700!

Choosing not to do anything fancy for this milestone since 2 year anniversary is coming up soon anyway and would prefer the big artwork be done then. Also I’m too tired to do one lmao.

Some general updates and announcements below the cut:

Hornet’s Strange Adventures:

While initially my plan was to have the whole base game done by January, life likes to get in the way. I have made zero progress since my last major update about barely getting things into the game engine I chose. Going forward, it’s possible this project will not be done any time soon but it will happen eventually. (I almost sound as bad as team cherry lol). Progress will be a lot slower than I want unfortunately since I’m kinda burned out at this point.

Continuing Hornet Journal Series/changes:

So I’m still technically on this project currently. While at the beginning it was fun and ambitious, I can definitely feel the burnout from it too. I do want to finish this project to the end, but I refuse to make myself post it every day because that’s made me more and more upset about having to just get it done instead of enjoying it. So going forward with this project, I plan to only post Journal Entries about once or twice a week with large batches of entries in one drawing until it’s done. Even if it happens after my two year anniversary. (Though it’s likely it’ll still finish before then I believe.) This is just so I don’t get absolutely exhausted from this again.

General life stuff:

So I meant to mention this on my main but I was too emotionally exhausted to explain it and didn’t feel like to afterward. I member of my close family passed away a few days after christmas. We already knew this was coming so it’s actually why I took a break from my big project with the journal series around that time and haven’t been able to really pick it back up until now. It’s also the reason a lot of general doodles have been posted late and/or are not that high of effort. I’m just tired.

And this kinda leads into my next thing.

Taking an actual break:

1 month left. That’s how long I plan to keep doing daily doodles for. Once my 2 year anniversary hits, I’m no longer planning to post every day. As you can imagine, posting something every day for two years can take a toll and life has changed a lot since two years ago. I really want to move on to bigger things now and keeping this blog running at constant speed hasn’t allowed me to do that. So I’ve made the decision that I’ll be taking a long break from that.

Will I return to daily doodles ever? Yes, technically.

My plan is start daily doodles back up only when a Silksong release date is announced (if it ever is.) Ptherwise my art/doodles will be posted very infrequently, especially at the beginning when taking my break. For sake of mental health and creative burnout with this blog, this is the best decision I could reasonably come too

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But thank you all for your wonderful and continued support of this blog!! I look forward to the last official month of daily doodles!

[supper-ansuta-broth]

Hey guys!

As of the most recent Akatsuki event, fans of Ensemble Stars! across the globe have begun voicing their anger with the distasteful, ignorant, and outright bigoted nature of the franchise's story as a whole (most prominently (but not exclusively) its racist structure, undertones, plot points, and rhetoric). I have always been of the opinion that Happy Elements K.K. as a company is not worthy of respect, and wholly do not care about fans' and users' input, feelings, concerns, and criticisms. Time and time again, H.E. have not only put their own bottom line first, but have made it their only concern.

Needless to say, I am not only disappointed but infuriated with this company. While I am an optimist who hopes to see the best come from any situation, this is not one of the cases where this would be a realistic outlook. Because of this, posts on here will likely be infrequent, as I don't want anyone to believe that even for a moment I think their decisions are excusable.

That being said, while I encourage everyone to do their part in reminding H.E. over and over how much harm they've caused and the colossal damage they've done to their IP, I must also remind everyone that most of a gacha's game's profits come from the small percentage of its highest paying players (i.e. "whales"), and that H.E. has a long history of not listening to its playerbase's concerns and criticisms, even going as far as to silence them and block them for speaking up. They do not care what you think. They care about money, first foremost and only. Be active and speak up, don't support their shitty business practices, but don't run yourselves into the ground in the process of doing so, because at the end of the day they will continue trucking along-- they are too big to fail.

I encourage everyone to direct their focus towards fan creators, and send them as much of your kindness and love as possible. Support the people who create things due to passion and love, not just for money. Enstars has been lacking passionate stories for a long time anyway, with only a handful every now and again. Everyone who creates anything, no matter their skill level, deserves compassion and support. And if you're someone who wants to create something but fears mediocrity, create it anyway. Every great artist was consistently mediocre until they grew enough in their skill to start producing some things they like.

Additionally, this is in no way the fault of the seiyuu, the employees of H.E. who are not in charge of making decisions for the story, or anyone else who isn't directly involved with the meat of what makes Enstars, Enstars. These people are not to blame. Direct your ire towards the writers, the executives, and anyone else who allows these decisions to pass.

That's all I have to say for now. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask. I can't guarantee I'll get around to everything in a timely manner, but I assure you I will answer anything I can. Thank you for reading.

[qqueenofhades]

Howdy to the weary Tumblrinas who continue to arrive at my blog in droves, for whatever reason. You are all welcome here. Here is some info about me:

Old;

Tired;

Queer;

What is gender we just don't know.

Historian (PhD in medieval history, MAs in history and international relations, and uh, others too).

My primary research interests are premodern queer history; medieval and modern historiography; the medieval and early modern world; modern Eastern Europe; Russia and Ukraine; American democracy and global futures.

Substantial published research and experience in academia, so I'm not totally talking out of my ass here.

This is, however, generally not a terribly high-quality blog. You will find lots of cats, art, photography, Tumblr jokes, random reblogs, stupid things that make me laugh, fandom/fanfic (when my muse cooperates, which has not been for a while due to the Horrors), and so forth.

Lots of other writing projects, such as original novels.

I am almost always open to receiving asks. If you have questions about history, politics, etc., I'll do my best to answer, within limits. My bandwidth can run out and it's a lot of work, but I'll try.

I try to make my political posts (for which I suspect many of you have recently arrived) fairly infrequent, except for moments such as now where the zeitgeist is especially stupid and I feel like saying something about it. Etc etc., posting on Tumblr is not activism, so I do try to be balanced.

I like to think I'm pretty chill, welcoming, and easy to get along with. If you're here to do the same, we'll be grand.

Welcome!

[poohsources]

hello everyone! been a while since i gave one of these, and as some of you have probably noticed, i haven't really been around a lot this year so far. i could give you a thousand excuses, but truthfully, the reason for it is the fact i've kinda moved on from tumblr and roleplaying in general - i don't even have an active rp blog for almost a year now ( funnily enough i just checked, and the final post on my last active blog was on my birthday - like i turned 25 and a switch flipped that made me not want to be here as much anymore ) and my focus has switched to other things.

i rediscovered my love for reading and writing. right now, i'm actually working on my own fantasy/romantasy novel as well as a fourth wing oc fanfiction ( which you can find on ao3 if anyone's interested - sorry not sorry for the self promo ). i also spend quite some time in the kitchen because i love cooking, and now being at home instead of at college, i can finally do it again. i spend a lot of time with friends and family, redecorate my home, and overall try to be less online. i'm also currently in the practicum phase of my dual studies program, and it's making me realize i really like what i picked because i actually like going to work ( despite them not giving us much to do because ... well, we're not fully trained yet ). i've also had a few health-related things i've been dealing with, but that's mostly all good now.

but this is not me saying goodbye.

what is happening, though, is that i'm gonna be posting infrequently. i'll do it when inspiration strikes or when i have something i need / want to say, but overall, i'm not gonna be around as much as i used to in the past. messages may take a few days until i get to answer them ( mainly because i'm not here every day anymore ), and actually creating things that aren't memes are gonna take longer because i'll only work on these occasionally.

anyway, because i want to end it on a nice note, i want to thank you all so much for all the support you've continuously been giving me. seriously. this blog is what it is because of you, and because you like, reblog, and use my stuff for your own blogs. it's still wild to me that people actually appreciate it, so thank you. really, from the bottom of my heart. it means a lot to me.

take care, have a great day, drink enough water, and be kind to others and yourselves.

love, pooh 🧡

[strwbivy]

i've been thinking about using bokuto's lap as a pillow...

you dropped your head upon bokuto's lap, the fat of his thigh spreading wider as you rested on it. bokuto, who was immersed, scrolling on his phone. his attention was all on his device until he felt a slight weight settle on his thigh. he then peels his eyes away from his phone, pushing the power button of it as he whips his head down to look at his lap.

he sees your head, prettily resting down on his beefy thigh. the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he gingerly pats the crown of your head. you closed your eyes, letting yourself wash over the soothing feeling from the warmth of bokuto's body and his touch on your head, that delicately caressed your hair, so delicate that it's almost light as a feather.

in that moment, nothing else mattered except for what's currently happening right now. the both of you relaxed completely, no words were spoken, only the sounds of easy breaths were filling the room.

bokuto continued to brush and soothe your hair, removing a few strands of hair away from your eyes.

"feeling comfy, aren't we?" he teased, his voice spoken softly. you let out a soft chuckle at his comment before adjusting yourself, letting your back lay on the couch, but your head still remained on bokuto's lap.

a seemingly delighted expression was displayed on your face, you hair being slicked back a bit too much from how long bokuto's was brushing it up.

"well why wouldn't i be?" you questioned while your head relaxed even more into his bulky yet soft thigh. you let out a hearty giggle, pinching the plump of his quads, before speaking through your cheeky smile.

"your thighs are so soft, like pillows."

a/n: this fic is not proofread whatsoever, also posts will be infrequent because i actually have a life outside of tumblr!! yayy!! stress!! anyways, what i really wanna say is thank for all the support you have given me, i very much appreciate everything and we are so close to 100 followers! might do smth special for that hehe.

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[reddblight]

I’m being lazy and didn’t proofread this so i’m sorry if it’s not my best, but I wanted Danny and Bart to vibe. Hop y’all still like it. Maybe i’ll post it on ao3 at some point

Danny only really got to see skies like this once a year.

In the deep woods, surrounded by the singing of nocturnal life happening around him it was easy to look up to the stars and get lost in thought. It was one of his favorite parts of camping.

Technically speaking the Fentons didn’t go camping infrequently, often being dragged all over the midwest by his parents looking for some (probably fake) ghost related thing they read about on an online forum. On those trips Danny and Jazz never had any fun. Danny narrowly avoided his parent’s newest contraptions and Jazz mostly tucked herself into the GAV to read. There wasn’t much in the way of family bonding or peaceful moments on those trips.

But once a summer they went on a real camping trip. At the beginning of August they packed up the GAV and took the scenic drive to the same wooded valley in Tennessee where his parents had gone for their honeymoon. Not many would go survivalist camping for a honeymoon, but Jack and Maddie were just cool like that. Danny always finds himself chuckling at that. Anyway, they’d started this tradition around the time when Danny was 8, once he and Jazz were old enough. They’d stay for a whole week. It was always Danny’s favorite week of the year, the one week where his parents acted like they did before the portal had opened.

Normal activities on the trip usually included fishing with Dad while Jazz and Mom swam, going on hikes, and practicing survivalist skills. They sang songs by the fire, told scary stories, and made s'mores. And once the darkest part of night hit Danny would wake up Jazz and make her watch the stars with him from a clearing about half a mile from the campsite.

It was his favorite spot in the whole world, that clearing no more than a hundred or so yards across where a couple boulders sat, smoothed from years of rain and wind. He could feel the grass tickling his ankles from the run there and hear Jazz yelling something about ticks every time he thought of it. It was so quiet there, never truly silent with the sounds of the woods around them, but quiet in that comforting song of night.

The memories brought a quiet smile to his face as his eyes traced Ursa Major from atop his boulder. His trance like focus was interrupted by a small sigh as the soft thud of a head covered in a thick mop of hair fell onto his shoulder. Sitting back to back was the boy he’d met here what felt like forever and a half ago, but was really more like 5ish years ago when they were both 14.

Danny had heard Bart Allen before he understood what his eyes were seeing. A fast talking blur of red winding between trees faster than he could follow. He’d gone invisible when he first heard the odd sound reverberating through the woods, defenses up, was this going to be yet another thing that the portal took from him? But no, when the blur slowed down a bit (never stilled, but slowed) it was just another kid that looked about his age who was about 20% hair complaining about his uncle and a stupid training excursion. His face was kinda scrunched up in a funny way, clearly frustrated and concentrated. Another kid who had been running nearly fast enough to break the sound barrier… So Danny watched him continue running and complaining for probably about 15 minutes before he decided that this probably wasn’t ghost related after the dude clipped his arm on a tree and shouted some sort of unfamiliar expletive.

Not yet dropping invisibility, Danny sort of whisper shouted a ‘hello?’ In the other boy’s direction.

The mystery boy jumped like he’d stepped on a nail, whipping his head around to look for anyone and yelling ‘What the sprock!?’

Danny had felt himself shocked out of invisibility and followed up by asking ‘That dude with the elf ears from Star Trek?’

Bart just stared him dead in the eyes like anything about that had been a normal interaction and went ‘Who?’

Really it all spiraled from there. The boys burst into laughter and introduced themselves, killing any tension. Bart was the first other kid with powers he’d met, the first kid who didn’t look at Danny like he was weird. Bart explained that he was here with his uncle Max to train using his speed in cramped environments with lots of obstacles. He hated it, it was boring and he was far away from his friends and video games. Danny in turn told Bart about the yearly vacation to which the boy responded ‘Oh that’s so crash!’ It took Danny a minute to get used to Bart’s weird slang.

They talked late into the night, trading stories about rogues and adventurers, but also about school and their friends. Danny didn’t tell Bart about his accident, but Bart didn’t tell Danny about being from the future yet either, so it was even. They stayed surface level. They actually ended up talking so long that Jazz came trudging through the woods to find Danny, worried that he’d been kidnapped or killed or something. That marked the end of their first night getting to know each other, Danny heading back to camp with Jazz. Every night for the rest of that week though, they met at the boulder and hung out.

They compared powers (Bart was super jealous that Danny could fly, he loves flying) and talked about their hobbies. Danny even got Bart to sit for a little bit each night to stargaze with him. Bart was bad at sitting still, but Danny telling him the stories behind his favorite constellations seemed to help soothe him for at least a little while.

At the end of the week, the Fenton’s were getting ready to go back to Amity Park, Danny’s Dad packing the car while his Mom checked the routes home. Danny met Bart in the clearing one last time and they exchanged phone numbers, promising to keep in touch.

It wasn’t an empty promise, they did text when they could, but both of them living the hero life was busy. Between Danny juggling Amity Park basically on his own and Bart having both Manchester and Young Justice, they didn’t have a lot of time to talk. Small chats, maybe twice a month. Playing video games together once in a blue moon. It was infrequent, but it was nice when they got the chance.

Before he knew it that first week of August had rolled around again and they were headed back to Tennessee. It had been a long year, and Danny was more than excited for some time away (Sam, Tucker, & Val could hold down the fort for a week anyway).

Danny was excited to see his favorite spot again, to gaze upon the cosmos and see the light dance across the skies. But there was an unexpected benefit, perched atop his boulder, fingers tapping and legs swinging, was Bart. The moment he saw Danny he threw up a Star Trek peace sign and Danny knew it’d be a great week.

Since then, every year without fail, Danny and Bart have seen each other once a year for this trip. They caught up on everything, shared some secrets they never thought they would and strangely enough, they found someone who understood. As much as he loved his friends, Danny felt mostly isolated in his ghostliness. And while Bart had more of a community, he didn’t really feel like people understood him.

Danny revealed his transformation, eventually divulged the lab accident, and even discussed Dan and Dani with Bart. He told Bart how he felt so isolated from humanity the more he slowly changed. Bart met him at his level every time. He told Danny that he felt like no one would ever meet him at his speed like Max did before he went missing, that as much as he loved his other YJ friends part of him worried they just put up with him because he was useful. He shared his conflicting feelings about his own clone, Thad, and how weird it was to adjust to the 21st century.

Both boys related in the fact that neither really felt human enough to belong, but with each other it was easier. Danny’s core understood Bart’s vibrations, and Bart understood Danny’s fear of human experimentation first hand.

Of course there were lighter moments too. Danny told Bart how Clockwork always complained about the Flashes meddling with time, and Bart told Danny all the hilarious places he’d found Rob trying to nap when he thought no one was paying attention. They weren’t heroes responsible for the world here, they were just two dumb teenagers sitting on a big rock, looking up at the sky and finding comfort in a like mind.

“Yo, Danny. You in there?”

He found himself snapped from his thoughts once again by the speedster at his back. Why was he feeling so nostalgic anyway? Weird ass exposition…

He leaned his head back onto Bart’s shoulder, mirroring the other. “Yah, sorry. Just thinkin.”

“Oof, try not to hurt yourself bro.” Danny shifted his eyes from the stars, finding a smirking freckled face with golden eyes meeting his own, wreathed in auburn hair. Bart had a slight accent that transfixed Danny. It wasn’t because he lived in Alabama either, it was that he was from the future. His voice lilted and vibrated in a way that was mesmerizing when he put emotion in his words.

“Shut up dude,” Danny scoffed, playfully shoving back against Bart, who squawked in surprise. Bart shoved back against Danny in retaliation and they both chuckled. “What’s up?”

“I’m zoning out, but I wanna keep watching the stars with you. Tell me a story so I can stay engaged.” Bart met his eyes earnestly. The speedster had trouble keeping his focus on one thing, which Danny could totally relate to. If space wasn’t his one of his obsessions he’d probably be strugglin too. But ADHD be damned, Bart tried to do this with him, to take interest in the things he loved unironically and wholeheartedly.

Danny could hear Bart’s feet tapping faster than an Olympic sprinter as he thought. “How about Hercules? And no, not the Disney movie Bart.” The speedster’s mouth closed almost as quickly as he’d opened it, falling back into that easy impish smile.

“Sounds good to me.” Bart responded in a sing song kinda voice, fingers tap dancing atop his knees.

Danny had probably told Bart the stories of all the constellations in this sky over the years, but he’d do it again hundreds of times for him. He’d quickly figured out that Bart always responded best to casual conversational stories rather than monologuing. He’d only complained so many times about his cousin wally bossing him around before he put two n two together. He could relate, Danny much preferred Sam’s explanations of lit to Mr. Lancer’s lectures.

Hercules wasn’t exactly one of Danny’s favorite heroes though. The fall from heroics to madness always hit him hard. If even someone like that couldn’t keep himself from hurting the ones he loved…

Danny paused the story, taking a stuttering breath. It felt stupid that even after all this time he was still afraid of turning into Dan. He knew it was illogical, he just wished his brain would figure that out too. Instead here he was, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders in the one place he was supposed to feel light and free, throat suddenly a little tight remembering his family stuck to a reactor about to blow.

A soft hand was on his forearm, rubbing it lightly, and Bart’s lilting voice whispered in his ear. “Hey, hey, it’s alright remember?” This wasn’t the first time one of them had helped to soothe the other. “You worried about Dan? Grife, I should let you stop telling this type of story, I always forget it triggers you…” It wasn’t even the first time this particular scenario had occurred. Danny tried to focus on his friends voice instead of the red, burning eyes in his mind.

“I’m here dude, remember? Breathe. We talked about this. If I’m here, it means you can’t have destroyed the future. As long as I’m here Dan will never happen. Not that you’d destroy the world without good reason anyway, I’d probably have your back if you decided to. Could definitely get Rob, Kon, and Cassie on our side. Oh, sorry, rambling.” Bart muttered to himself quietly at super speed before shaking his head and refocusing. He turned from their back-to-back position and wrapped himself around Danny. It probably looked kinda funny from an outside perspective. Danny, who’d grew into his Dad’s height being basically big spooned by Bart’s 5’4” ass.

The thought was enough to shock Danny into a bit of laughter, pulling air back into his lungs. He felt bart smile into his upper back at the nape of his neck. “There ya go dude, breathing is super crash. Can’t laugh if you don’t breathe and that’d suck because I’m hilarious.”

Danny let himself unwind, leaning back into Bart as embarrassment flooded him. He buried his face in his hands and groaned, “Duuude, I’m so sorry. I feel like an idiot.”

Bart hooked his chin over Danny’s shoulder before responding. “It’s chill dude. Like Carol tells me, ‘emotions ain’t logical.’ Besides you’ve done the same for me.”

“Yeah, I know… still though.” Like bart had said, they’d talked about this before. Danny liked Bart for a lot of reasons, but one of the most selfish was the reason Bart had supplied. For him to come back from the 31st century, Dan couldn’t have razed the earth. There was a deep comfort in truly solid proof that he wouldn’t burn it all down in the end.

“Nope. No excuses.” Bart started braiding bits of Danny’s hair with dexterous prestige. “You’re too smart to be that dumb.”

Pff, what a wordsmith. “You wanna hear a different story?”

“Only if you’re up to it.”

A smile found its way onto Danny’s face. His eyes traveled skyward again as he set his sights. “Lets try Ophiuchis.”

[dailyrothko]

Several things!

Financially difficult time right now, rather than actually contributing, as most of us are poor, if you don't mind spreading this around a bit, perhaps it will raise awareness

I really hate begging money but I can't seem to take any time to do these Rothko related research projects on my small (unrelated) income. I feel there are some things I can do and write that others have not tackled but for some reason, while I have many well-off followers on Instagram, I can't seem to get much fund raising attention.

I know there are many things to contribute to in the world and my project is not the most important but I throw this out there in an effort to continue. I don't do a paywall of course, so you won't gain anything extra but also sign up for my free infrequent mailing list and you'll find out about Rothko related events and exhibits.

You can write me at dailyrothko@gmail.com to get on that list or just to say hello.

Lastly, keep sending you own pictures that I might post to give others the benefit of your museum visits! These are a great part of the Rothko experience and have really helped get different looks at the paintings.

okay, thank you, onward

[dragqueenstarscream]

hey, its me again, back with more Starscream thoughts, so you just know things are about to get uncomfortably real and introspective! Again, prefacing by saying that a lot of my analysis is based on my own eerily similar experiences to Starscream, so I'm not 100% sure how much of this actually rings true and what is just me projecting.

I have entirely fallen down the StarOp rabbit hole thanks to you, at a speed I never could have expected. When I first finished TFP and started browsing the tags, I'd see the occasional StarOp post and at best be like "alright, sure" and at worst a little confused on where it was coming from, given the infrequency of interactions between the two after like, early season 1. But since I sent that first ask in it just clicked and like.

Before, I was always of the opinion that Starscream joining the autobots was something that could never really work from a character perspective, not just because of his dependency on Megatron like I talked about last time, but like, even if Megatron was completely out of the picture I never felt like the full on redemption and becoming a functioning member of post-war society that becoming an Autobot would entail would particularly be desirable to Starscream (if even possible for reasons both in and out of his control.)

I sorta felt like any good ending for Starscream would have to entail him moreso escaping the narrative than anything else, given the extent to which he's stuck in this cycle almost on a cosmic level, with how he's unable to escape it in any universe, any continuity, which of course ties into wider thoughts on how this franchise seems uninterested in letting Starscream ever escape that cycle. A sort of El Camino style ending, where leaving behind everything you know and running away to Alaska is considered a good ending, all things considered. That naturally led to me shipping him with Knockout, given their chemistry and the fact that they were this close to running away together, it just felt like the most compelling option, narratively speaking.

But now that I've caught onto the StarOp agenda, I've sorta cracked the code and realized that you can make a compelling and believable path to Starscream becoming an Autobot by having him getting together with Optimus initially be on a subconscious level an outlet to recreate the cycle he was in with Megatron purely because he's used to it and doesn't know how to live without it.

Outside of the obvious ideological and moral differences, Optimus and Megatron have a lot in common, especially from the perspective of Starscream. They're both big, strong, masculine figures, and natural-born leaders that effortlessly compel those around them to fight for their respective causes. They both radiate power in a way that I imagine you can almost feel when around them (and in a way I know it, because that's often how it felt being around my personal Megatron, it's why it was so easy to fall back into his arms over and over.)

All this to say, when Starscream gets with Optimus, he's not escaping the cycle, he's changing his target. If he became an autobot he would instantly become the most dedicated autobot, not out of any ideological reasoning or particular desire to be good, but out of an intense loyalty he effortlessly placed in Optimus. But of course, the loyalty phase is only half of this cycle.

This next part I'm heavily basing on what I've realized about my own experiences, so bear with me for a second, (I also doesn't think it exactly applies to TFP as much as it does some other continuities, G1 maybe but I haven't seen much of G1 so idk for sure) but I feel like sometimes Starscream almost tests Megatron in a way when he feels like Megatron's priorities are drifting away from him, (since remember, he needs to be the most important bot in his life, Starscream is desperate for Megatron to be as obsessed with him as he is with Megatron.) so Starscream will sort of do something stupid, maybe he comes up with some harebrained scheme that's probably not gonna work, or he makes some tactical or administrative decision entirely based on what he's feeling on an emotional level, to see "will Megatron back me on this?"

because Megatron does stuff like that all the time, he's far from being a better tactician than Starscream, (notice how the moment Starscream leaves in season 1, the decepticons stop winning like, at all until he comes back?) and he makes rash decisions out of anger all the time, and Starscream goes along with all of it, every single time, so it's only fair that Megatron lets him get away with doing something kinda stupid this once. and when Megatron inevitably doesn't, either because it would work against the Decepticons own goals, or purely because he doesn't want Starscream to think he has power over him, (and despite how good he is at hiding it, Starscream does have power over him in a lot of ways, I might talk about that some other time.) Starscream lashes out, betrays Megatron, and leaves, because once again all the loyalty he gave to Megatron got him nothing in return.

and let's be clear, Starscream doing this is toxic as fuck, but at the same time of course it is, it's almost impossible not to become toxic in an environment like this. And that really comes back to bite you when you get out of that environment, but on a base level still have these habits and base level impulses that might have helped you survive back then but are terrible for the actually decent people you've surrounded yourself with now.

With that, we cut to today, where Starscream is an autobot and he tries to pull one of these "tests" on Optimus because the honeymoon phase is over and Starscream is instinctually ready for things to start getting worse, maybe they had like, one minor argument and Starscream instantly assumed the worst. and I imagine Optimus "fails" the test, says "no, I'm not backing you on this, I'm not gonna let you do that", but unlike Megatron who does so while prioritizing his own ends and his control over Starscream, Optimus is saying no for moral reasons. And I imagine he tries to explain that to Starscream, but that answer isn't hitting him properly because again, Starscream's only thinking in loyalty.

Everything Optimus thought was progress on Starscream's part in living up to autobot ideals was really just newfound intense loyalty to Optimus, his growth was really just him doing what he thinks Optimus would want him to do and what he thinks would gain him Optimus's loyalty in return. and, from Starscream's perspective, it didn't work, so he's thinking "obviously Optimus doesn't care about me at all, fuck him, I'm out of here." so he makes this big display of betraying the autobots and running away.

and from there, it's the question of if Optimus sees through what this is really about. The other autobots are probably no help in that regard, they all probably fall into one of two groups, the "At no point in time was I not 100% sure that this inevitably was going to happen" group, and the "I mean, I had hope for him, and it seemed like he was doing good, but I'm still not that surprised" group.

But of course, Optimus isn't Megatron, he does care about Starscream and wants him to know that, so I imagine he actually tries tracking down Starscream to have an actual conversation with him to try and figure out where his mind has really been at these past few months, and if he catches on to even a little bit of the subtext of what I've been saying here, he's gonna be like "oh shit, there is a lot more we need to work on than I thought."

and yeah, Megatron fucked up Starscream in ways that its gonna take years to properly unpack, so Starscream is lucky to have found quite possibly the best person to help him through it in Optimus. It's gonna be a rocky road, but Optimus is in for the ride.

and I do think this relationship could eventually become healthy, and I like reading fics where they've managed to make it healthy, but I do think at first it really wouldn't be, and as someone with the autism that makes you obsessed with themes and motifs and subtext, the process of seeing it become better, of seeing Starscream have to unlearn these old harmful defense mechanisms, THAT is really what makes my brain vibrate, especially because I've had to go through that same process myself after finally getting away from my personal Megatron for what I'm thankfully certain now is the final time.

also kinda realizing a lot of this kinda sounds like borderline personality disorder, which. that might be something I have to look into in regards to myself, damn. anyways, yeah, thanks for letting me kill the vibe again, appreciate it! I'll probably try and keep these shorter in the future, I imagine it's kind of a lot to suddenly have 1500 words of deep character analysis with hints of traumadumping suddenly thrown in your askbox lol. If this actually was a bit too much then I'm sorry, you can tell me to dial it down a little if you want.

and this, right here, is why starop is my favorite transformers ship.

you really hit the nail on the head with this one. when done well, it's not only cute and fun to explore, but it's also a deep dive into starscream as a character and what could possibly lead to a redemption arc. sure, you don't need starscream to fall in love with optimus to redeem him, but how that would actually play out is so fascinating.

sure, i love aus where starscream is an autobot spy the whole time. yes, i love aus where they were in love in the past and got separated. but the idea of starscream replacing megatron with optimus in his mind fits him so well, because, as an abuse victim myself, it's easy to find yourself drawn to people who remind you of your abuser.

and that's where optimus' kindness sets him apart, because when starscream pushes back on him, optimus doesn't do what starscream expects. he doesn't lash out or hit him or verbally berate him. he responds with honest concern, trying to figure out what's wrong.

and that kindness, that sincerity, is something starscream doesn't even realize he's been missing the entire time.

i do believe they have the potential to be healthy, but the fight towards them actually becoming healthy and helping starscream get out of his toxic mindset is part of what makes these two so damn compelling.

always happy to have another starop fan.

(also you don't have to worry about toning it down lmao, gods know i ramble like a maniac about my favorite things. i'm not gonna be the one to judge)

[silverflqmes]

Okay hear me out, may I request Cloud x reader fluff where we spend lovely spring morning together? Nothing nsfw just pure comfort, our cat laying in bed with us, laziness at it finest.

Off the topic I really adore your work! I'm quite new to ffvii, basically I've just started playing, but your work made me fall head over heels for Cloud haha. Anyway have a good day!

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐖.

notes. hello! thank you so much for the request and the kind words akajsks i’m still fairly new to ff7 myself, but i’m glad to have amplified your love for it and cloud<3 the cat saga continues✨ i did something experimental here so it’s a little shorter, but i hope it’s okay :’)

genre. fluff + comfort

disclaimer. before any confusion arises.. sora is the name of your cat, who was first mentioned in this post if you are eager to see more of her!

cloud strife x gn!reader.

sora’s purring joins the gentle whistle sung by the breeze that swept through the bedroom window, chiffon curtains dancing to the soft tune like delicate petals.

cloud couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a taste of spring weather — of bitter cold melting into tender warmth.

the change of seasons was hardly ever noticeable without trees to flourish the busy streets with life, lakes to freeze over at the gradual drop of temperature, and flowers to splash the otherwise monochrome edge with color in the spring.

perhaps, it made the planet worth saving after all. to have been rewarded for his efforts at the very end with the beauty of the world, along with his beloved partner.. and a feline friend.

your chest rose and fell with breath, quietly, but surely, eyes fluttered shut. an unspoken trust, which your boyfriend treasured more than he could verbally express.

it was too early to even be up right now for most people.. but cloud, unfortunately, had to represent his little company as its only delivery guy and employee within the next two hours.

he fought back an annoyed sigh at the mental reminder of it.. only to remember that you had still been fast asleep.

any indicative sound that threatened to portray his irritation and spill from his lips all but melted away, falling completely silent on his tongue. because how could he possibly ruin the serene image of you all bundled up and cozy.

the exasperated exhale died all together in the stream of his windpipe as his features relaxed once more in repose.

normally he preferred taking up long distant deliveries by himself, but on this particular occasion, the client happened to live in your seaside hometown — costa del sol. a place that was untouched by the unpleasant smog of edge, and instead painted in a kaleidoscope of vibrant coats.. rather than a trillion shades of gray.

a shift in movement made his mako tinted sapphires flash just briefly before sliding to your stirring form.

his ears caught a jumbled, almost incoherent murmur ( were it not for his amplified hearing ) and cloud wondered to himself for a moment what dreams had joined you in your slumber. something lovely, he hoped, a gentle caress to your conscience.. and not the nightmares that haunted him until dawn on some evenings.

moonless nights when cloud thought too hard for comfort, let alone decent rest.

although, those had been few now. infrequent, thankfully, all because of your solace-filled presence — pressed into his chest.. and the light nuzzling of your calico kitty tucked into his side.

a silent, meow-less request for breakfast.. or maybe not. maybe it was just to ask cloud to stay a little while longer, and enjoy that which he could not back in edge.

waking up to unsullied air- a mixture of floral aromas and the soft, but welcome dripping of morning dew traveling from petal to petal, was.. sadly a rarity, the former infantryman realized.

which is why he found himself sinking into the pillows and duvets in submission, allowing darkness to greet his eyes for another round of sleep. two hours were more than enough to get dressed and to his destination. so truly, all he needed was thirty minutes to be dressed and out of your childhood home.

the hour and a half remaining could blissfully go to cuddling you a little while longer, all else drowning into background noise as he would slip further and further, deeper and deeper. surrendering himself completely to your warm company, the serendipitous quiet, and spring morn.

notes. okay this is way shorter than what i normally write, but i hope it’s still good😭 not much dialogue, just cloud being soft and at ease for a change ahaha

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[not-jeguluses]

✶ tunnel vision ✶

for @jeguluskinktoberr day 15 : masturbation ✰ 995 words ; t4t mutual masturbation ; first time fluff ; praise

CROSS-POSTED ON AO3 HERE | nsfw

They’re house sitting for James’ parents when Regulus suggests it.

“What?” James asks, almost spitting out his butterbeer. They had been in the middle of their yearly Practical Magic rewatch.

Suddenly, the younger man seems defensive. “It was just an idea,” he says, pouting.

“No, I was just making sure I heard you correctly,” James assures him, mopping up the bit of his beverage that dribbled out of his mouth with a napkin. “Is that really something you want?”

“Are you kidding? It sounds hot as fuck, don’t be ridiculous.”

And James has to agree. The idea of touching himself with Regulus watching him, touching himself for James, the idea was intoxicating. Truth be told, he was already getting a bit wet at just the thought.

“Okay. Let’s do it,” James says, eyes blazing with determination.

So, that’s how they end up in James' childhood bed, pantsless and facing each other. They’d made out a bit before taking some of their clothing on and with that and his imagination, James was properly aroused. The knowledge that Regulus can surely tell, with the moisture gathering at his entrance and on display with his boyfriend, only has him feeling hotter.

“You look so gorgeous, James. Will you touch yourself for me? Please, baby.”

James thighs clench at the request and he trails his fingers down to his labia. He whimpers as he sinks his digits into the warm folds, playing with his opening.

“Wow,” Regulus breathes, moving his own hand in response. He places his entire hand over his cunt and uses all of his fingers to stimulate his cock and his hole. There’s a wet, vulgar noise to match his slick movement and it’s that sound that gets James off more than the visual.

Though, the visual is otherworldly.

James slides two of his fingers to his cock, inching his hips forward so that his knees are touching Regulus, making him swallow dryly in arousal. He circles the engorged nerves, crying out at the touch on his sensitive cunt.

“Yes!” Regulus shouts. “You sound so pretty. Look even prettier.”

“Regulus!” James sobs.

“I know, James. I know,” Regulus coos, his fingers moving faster. “You gonna fingerfuck yourself for me? Make that pretty cunt come all over your own hands while I watch?”

This time, it’s Regulus who moves closer, wrapping a leg around James. Regulus' thigh now rests over his own and James can’t help but reach out to touch the warm skin. He digs his fingers into the flesh and sinks the two fingers playing with his clit into his drooling hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Feels so good, Regulus.”

“Love the way you sound, saying my name like that. I could come from your voice alone.”

It’s all James can do to continue to emit the most desperate sounds as he steadily pumps his fingers in and out of his cunt. He can’t take his eyes off Regulus' own fingers, he’s got three of them now rapidly flying over his own moistened cock. Regulus has hardly been quiet either.

“Can’t wait to get my hands on you,” he is saying now. “Want to learn how to touch you, make you come.” He’s much more vocal than he is outside of the bedroom and James is not complaining.

“Please.” James has figured out the proper angle to ride his fingers as he rubs his clit at the same time. He knows he’s close, his thighs shaking against Regulus' and his breath coming in heaving pants.

Regulus watches James hungrily, even licking his lips occasionally. James wants to kiss him but doesn’t have the finesse to do it while he continues to get himself off. He thinks of the wicked tongue his boyfriend possesses and how it feels entwined with his, aware of the way his moans pick up pitch.

Regulus hips have started to twitch infrequently as he works his hand diligently and James thinks finds it unfairly sexy. “Are you going to come for me, baby?” Regulus asks.

“Unfair,” James whines, referring to the rare pet name use. “I want to see you go first.”

“Yeah?” Regulus exhales. “Fuck, come here.”

James is enveloped in Regulus' hold as he’s brought into a passionate kiss. Somehow, James' hand never leaves from the space between his thighs and neither does Regulus'. The younger man moans into his mouth deliciously as he comes, groaning into James' mouth and scratching his nails down the back of his neck.

“Oh,” James whimpers, “I’m—” is all he can get out before he’s following his boyfriend over the edge. He locks eyes with Regulus and the feeling is overwhelming, the sky is falling and the streets are flooding. James is heaving, now, lightheaded as Regulus whispers sweet words into his chest.

Regulus' arms come to wrap around James’ figure, holding him close as he pets his hair. “You did so good. You were perfect. Love you so much.”

James' insides are warm with the afterglow and the affection. Regulus hardly says the words and when he does, it never fails to make James feel special. It’s not that the older man doesn’t feel loved by Regulus. The man shows James every day how much he cares for him. He’s always looking out for James, making sure he is taking care of himself and telling him how attractive he finds him. Regulus is always holding onto James tightly and kissing him tenderly, like it might be the last time.

Every time James had pictured being intimate with someone for the first time, he had always imagined that he would feel embarrassed afterwards; ashamed of his body and dissatisfied with the experience. But instead, James just feels extraordinarily special and sexy.

“Did you like it, darling?” Regulus asks sweetly, pulling James down on top of him to allow the older man to lay on him.

“The best, my love. I love you, too.”

And the pair fell in love, still naked and satiated.

[howiscallmewhateveridctaken]

Lmfaooo what a week 😅

So a lot of people are, understandably, leaving the fandom. Drama like this always tends to put people off and unfortunately that affects the media they’ve come to love. I’m not going to be one of those people bc honestly, I don’t even know if I was ever that “in” the fandom in the first place to even leave it. My account isn’t and never was a nevermore account, yes I’ve made a few nevermore post but those were infrequent and amongst posts and reblogs of multiple other fandoms. I’m also in the discord server but I’ve only ever been a lurker, and usually only ever go in it when I want more context to something I’ve seen on tumblr. With that being said however, I still plan on reading nevermore when (or if) it continues because in THIS particular instance I can easily separate art from the artist and I’ll explain why in a moment.

Like I said I’m not and never have been very active in the fandom. I learned about this drama through a post from an account I follow and went through the server to find more context. I was not present through any of the actual conflicts but I’ve seen the conversations.

So why am I commenting on this?

Well mainly I want to make a point about para social relationships as well as moderation of servers and fandoms as a creator.

I just want to preface this by saying that after reading through all possible context, perspectives, takes and evidence I could find or come across, I genuinely don’t think red is necessarily a bad/morally wrong person. I DO however think she is in the wrong in this situation especially due to how she handled everything. As for how a lot of people are reacting to everything, there’s a couple of things I’d like to note:

From what I’ve seen, all of this is just one big thing of “he said/she said” and pointing fingers as well as just picking sides. If your absolutely distraught because red didn’t turn out to be the person you thought they were simply because she said things you didn’t like, I understand the disappointment and frustration but please remember that content creators in general aren’t your friends. You don’t know these people, they just do things you happen to like. Now I’m not saying you SHOULDN’T feel upset about it, it’s ok to and you even should if it’s an issue to you feel strongly about but please keep in mind that this isn’t a “sign of their true colors” or anything because you don’t know what they were actually like to begin with. Ofc I don’t mean that to say “expect the worst from people” but more as a reminder that can hopefully help you to look at the situation more critically and logically before jumping in guns blazing. It’s understandable if it affects you emotionally, you were emotionally invested in their work; but please realize this before you let it get to that point. Now on the other side of the coin, there’s the people who I feel as though will just pick the creators side simply because they’re fanboys and will stand by them no matter what. I’m DEFINITELY NOT saying that’s what everyone who’s on red side is, but naturally there’s bound to be a few that are going to dickride for the sake of dickriding. Regardless, there’s a lack of willingness to listen and understand from both sides (at least from what I’ve noticed) and that’s a problem because when no one wants to listen then what’s supposed to be a community coming together to resolve an issue just turns into a giant flame war. Also this should go without saying, but at least give the mods a chance. They obviously handled the whole situation horrendously but they aren’t going to do their jobs any better when they’ve got people coming at them with pitchforks.

Speaking of the moderators. I genuinely can’t wrap my head around how red and the other mods have managed to fumble this badly…….like it’s almost funny. All said and done they all had ONE very simple job and they blew it. Although I very much disagree with it, I do understand red’s decision to unban crimson. They wanted to give them a second chance, sure whatever. What I DONT GET is why would they not at the very least check to see if anyone else would be comfortable with a decision that would possibly affect them or even impact their safety. At the very least a warning to or a discussion with the victims would have been something. Not only that but even after they unban them, once red saw the NUMEROUS amount of people that were upset about it they, they should have immediately banned them again and then apologize after instead of some rushed explanation. But I get it stress gets the better of you. I understand their desire to keep things as transparent as possible (which i appreciate and I’m sure so do many others) but from that first apology/explanation it felt more like red trying to shake responsibility off themselves and pointing fingers in the guise of being transparent. I did see where red was trying to get at in her first statement, but there was also things that she honestly should have just had the foresight to realize wouldn’t put her in a better light, and this is aside from the victim blaming-esque wording. red basically says that she felt like a group of people (including Laci the one who reported crimson) were just out to get crimson, which is absolutely insane but then again it’s the internet so who knows. However it’s super clear that Laci obviously wasn’t lying bc the things she accused crimson of did in fact happen. So even bringing that up was enough for me to raise my eyebrow at but I digress. Then red practically says it was hard to handle the situation bc the evidence provided was censored, but Laci literally offered to give the uncensored versions so that was completely disingenuous on red’s part at best. To me it just seemed like the mods were looking for excuses for what could be there own laziness at best and negligence at worst. Their biggest fault so far is not being very good at actually listening to their audience and taking them into consideration. She also brought up that fact that Laci was apparently the only person to report crimson which I did not like to say the least. One of the victims confided in Laci and Laci brought it forward. I understand reds suspicions about Laci not being in the actual server where it happened but how are you going to immediately jump to “well why did no one else bring it up” instead of stopping for a sec and thinking “ hm clearly these victims feel uncomfortable stepping forward”. Which they had to do now anyway because of how bad the issue became. They should not have had to do that. Better it be just one person reporting, even if it’s someone you don’t like, than no one reporting and the issue persists under the radar.

And then there’s red’s formal apology…

First off, girl why are you dropping names??? A bunch of who are supposedly minors? Like let’s be so fucking for real right now😭

And then the audacity to be like “please don’t go after or dm these people” like babes if you were genuinely worried about them you wouldn’t have used their names at all. ESPECIALLY when in the end it was completely irrelevant and borderline inappropriate since it really had nothing to do with crimson, their actions or how you handled them. Not to mention the act of calling them “cliques” when literally all they were was side servers. Like if they’re cliques then what does that make red and everyone who’s on her side? It was very clearly just a biased reaction to people saying things she doesn’t like about her, which by all means she has the right to respond to but not in a way that is clearly trying to sway how everyone else sees them. The way red describes everything is as if it’s middle school drama and then proceeds to play directly into it. Don’t get me wrong her apology was fine, when she was ACTUALLY apologizing. Everything else felt like a last ditch effort to drag others under the bus with her. It was lowkey embarrassing to say the least.

Again, it’s important that I make it clear that I don’t believe red is a bad person. I just think she’s an immature person, or at least she is in how she handled everything and continues to handle it bc like I said I don’t know her, and don’t care to frankly. I didn’t start reading nevermore to be buddy buddy with her. Like if we look at the grand scope of things, this is a grown woman beefing with kids. Obviously they aren’t all kids, most of them aren’t I believe but she’s practically stooping down to school yard conflict in how she’s responded so far. Especially at one point in the server when she was being called out and jumped to “yeah I guess I’m the bad guy and totally evil. You all should hate me”. Like actually cut that shit out, what are you doing. I mean honestly.

And my final point because I’ve ranted long enough. I mentioned before that in this instance I am willing to separate the art from the artist, I stand by that because I genuinely do think this is a situation where red could hopefully grow from this and rectify things. The actual unbanning was a stupid and inconsiderate move on her part, but I don’t think she meant any ill-will or had any malicious intent. I disagree with the people calling her a r@pe apologist because that’s honestly just a huge reach. I’ve also seen some accusations of red and/or Flynn being racist, promoting inappropriate art knowing there’s minors around and from what I’ve seen it’s pretty iffy. Regarding the racism, I don’t believe that they are. Their characterizations of the characters regarding their ethnicities IS stereotypical and was obviously just very surface level research into those respective cultures but I chopped that up to ignorance rather than racism. As a woc I was frankly just relived they didn’t make the poc characters centered on some kind of discrimination or tragedy from their era, which yes is something that shouldn’t be ignored but also I don’t know if rednflynn could accurately and more importantly, respectfully portray those types of issues. Nor is it even their place tbh. With that being said however I don’t belong to most of the cultures the characters belong to. To me it never seemed like they were making a caricature out of these cultures, especially since their ethnicities are barely relevant to their stories anyway but I acknowledge that it’s not my place to deem what’s offensive or not.

As for the promoting inappropriate art of the characters and creating some themselves. Yeah they do. I’ve never been shocked about that nor did I think it was something that they are wrong for doing, I mean it’s their own work. Granted I didn’t realize how many minors were in the fandom but that’s literally every fandom, there’s only so much you could do about it. I don’t know if nevermore has a rating but it’s not like it was something ever promoted to be kid friendly, it’s obvious that some scenes are just straight up fan service. While I personally don’t like fan service it never was enough to impact the story so I personally never saw an issue. But point is I don’t think they should have to monitor what is and isn’t appropriate for minors but things get tricky when they have a server where they are clearly aware of minors.

And then there’s other things like people accusing them of promoting SA or some shit like that bc of a lot of stuff involving Montessor which frankly, that’s just a media literacy issue on the readers part. So yeah with that being said I don’t think red is a bad person, although I understand why a lot of people are done with them which is completely fair. I’m pretty much in a grey area about it, who knows if they end up getting in an even bigger scandal, hopefully they come out better from this but only time will tell. The best/smartest thing red has said throughout this entire debacle was that they’re taking a step back from the fandom. I think it’ll be good for everyone, especially them. It seems like it’ll take stress off them anyway. Plus the hole they’ve dug for themselves is already halfway to china by now so there’s that

[wizardarchives]

Taking a temporary break from posting as I build up my queue again! Been too busy to go and find pieces to post lately and I’ve been stressing myself out rushing to post each day manually. I know I have no obligation to post daily but I do like the consistency!

I’m unable to reply to posts for whatever reason but have a good new year everyone! See you next year!

Edit: I will continue to post but infrequently! I do not have the energy or time to do so daily at the moment but will post when I come across things

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What does a second mean? (Scar POV)

Hermitcraft Post-Apocalypse (Sculk Corruption)

This is just an excerpt; the whole thing is 4.3k long on ao3. I'm really proud of it

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I'm not used to putting writing on tumblr, let me know if I messed up.

Scar’s breathing grows ragged. Forced. Heavy gulps of air. In, out. In, out.

Don’t stop. Never stop.

The strap bites into his chest as he runs. His rifle is still there. He can feel it. He can feel the shoulder bag too. Five extra mags, half a bottle of water, his journal and pen, a keychain flashlight, even a bit of orphenadrine left to keep his legs from locking up... He remembers packing it all this morning. Counted everything twice. Tried to be optimistic.

Tried.

But it’s not enough. It was never going to be enough. He’d been abandoned. Left to rot by the only group he thought gave a damn. After everything, after all the times he’d had their backs. Watched their six, covered their exits, encouraged them when they were having doubts, gave up meds so they could sleep without the worries and the guilt.

Why wasn’t that enough?!

His legs scream with every step, muscles shuddering under the weight of panic and fatigue. Behind him, the wailing continues. Voices, some human and some not, dragging at his heels like they’re leashed to his very being.

Scar rounds the corner of a concrete office building, boots scraping against cracked pavement. The wails behind him are relentless, growing more strident and shrill. The shriek of something still aware of what's lost and what awaits. An unholy prayer to finally rest, their souls transcending to whatever hell or void awaiting them, judging them for what they've done.

His breath shudders. His vision is growing spotty.

And then one of them crashes through a wobbly traffic sign, pulling it across their path. Another trips over a toppled frame of a bike rack. The rest snarl, slowed for a second in the mess of their own momentum.

One second.

Scar knows the meaning of one second.

He sprints behind the remains of a corner café, windows smashed, tables overturned. Maybe if he can find a back door, a covered dumpster, or a ladder or..

A ground maintenance hatch! YES!

City access, maybe. Half covered in grit, but intact! Scar stumbles to it, knees slamming to the ground but he has no time to think about it. He fumbles with the handle. It won't move.

Come on, come on, come on!

He yanks with all the strength remaining in his back and legs. It groans open with the sound of tortured hinges, and he throws himself down and onto the ladder leading into the darkness. The hatch slams shut from the force of gravity just as footsteps, too many way too close, scrape the ground above.

Scar hooks his arm on the ladder rungs and gets out his flashlight, pointing it at the hatch above to see a large deadlock. Bingo. He hooks it closed and flash the light down below to the bottom of the ladder. The ladder itself doesn't reach far before hitting a metal catwalk. Other than that, there doesn't seem to be any visible or audible danger, as much as he can pick up with the distraction up above. So he makes the executive decision to climb down and hope for the best.

A bit further down the catwalk he can see more soft lights of greens and reds, but down below rather than where he was standing. There's also flashes of faulty and sliced wiring sparking up their surroundings at infrequent intervals. It’s straight out of a nightmare.

His boots hit the catwalk with a dull clang. He’s not at the bottom, nowhere near it. The railings stretch into the void, barely touched by the soft red glow of emergency lights below. Shadows eat the space ahead, but Scar figures he’s hidden, at least from anything looking up.

He lets himself exhale. Just once. Leaning on the cold wall behind him. The adrenaline begins to waver, but he has to go on.

It takes several seconds of observation before Scar realises that he isn't alone down there. Or rather, there's noise coming from down below along with the noise from the ground level he left behind. Not as much, but it's way too audible even if there weren't any distracting noise.

He crouches down and turns off his flashlight, relying entirely on the emergency glow to his sides as he stalks forward as stealthily as he can. Away from the too loud noise. He pulls off the strapped rifle and holds it at the ready.

A customized Remington Model 700. Painted orange, his favorite color, soft grip, noise suppressor, with an old scope attached he's owned since even before the calamity. The name "Peaches" is scratched into the stock, the handle of the rifle. He had spent a sleepless night etching the name and little doodles into his gun with a flat screwdriver. She was the only friend he had ever truly relied on. And currently loaded with match-grade rounds. The most reliable bullets he could get his hands on. He has three additional mags of the clean shots in his bag, along with two mags of sketchier, messier, scavenged bullets. Those are for emergencies only, when he's run out. Usable, but questionable.

Not the time.

He focuses on the noises below as he gets further away from the distraction he left behind.

The walls breathe with a tired, electric hum. Mechanical droning rattle through the vents. A sickly buzz crackle from above a rusted ceiling panel, making Scar flinch. He grips Peaches closer.

Breath.

Focus.