#so this week will either be Bingo or new project

[blametheeditor]

But maybe that’s the problem. Vincent has always kept Scott safe, yes, especially due to the company’s transition to being for giant’s only. But there’s been multiple times in which his best friend couldn’t be his back up. It’s the reason why he’s here in the first place.

If Vincent failed him, then what chance do Mike and Jeremy have?

“Fucking found it!”

Scott perks up at Mike’s announcement, hating the fact he’s able to relax more and more the closer the giant gets. “Took you long enough.”

“That was twelve goddamn boxes?” Mike asks as he kneels down, missing the way Scott jumped from his own voice echoing from Jeremy’s phone. “I think I knocked that shit out pretty damn fast.”

A very familiar case is then held out for Scott to see. A sleek plastic one that’s meant to hold about ten pairs of earbuds designed to do nothing but amplify the voices of nearby humans. An expensive piece of technology that shouldn’t be rotting in the basement of a Fazbear restaurant, but for once he’s glad of others negligence considering they won’t be missed if the entire case is taken.

The best part is when Mike undoes the latch to open it, all twenty are inside and in pristine condition. As if they hadn’t been in a box full of dust and mildew for several years.

“So how do I fuck with these?”

“You only need one,” Scott explains as he points to the closest. Fingers gently pinch it before offering it to the human for easier access. “They naturally turn off when they’re not being used, so they might be charged...put it in.”

Mike obediently lifts it up to his ear. It takes a moment of fiddling to get the earhook in place. And then Scott’s turned to for the next set of instructions.

He takes a deep breath before lowering his phone in order to mute his side. “Can you hear me?”

“Holy shit!” the giant exclaims, ecstatic as he leans down to be eye level. “You sound like shit over the phone.”

[ms-demeanor]

hello! i vaguely recall you doing a new year's resolution bingo thing - first, was that actually you lol? and if so, how'd it go, any adjustments you'd make from the original idea? (i did a resolution bingo this past year, which mostly ended up being a 24 item quest buffet, which did work for me! but i'm curious for more data). happy new year to you and your various sizes of bastard!

Hello! Yes, that was me. It didn't go great!

I did a resolution bingo in 2022 but it ended up feeling like homework and at a certain point in the year I looked at the spaces that I hadn't filled and it just made me feel bad.

In 2023 I did kind of a chore chart; I used a sheet of college-ruled notebook paper and divided it up into columns with things like "guitar" and "draw" and and "quilt square" and "go for a walk by myself" and numbered out 52 lines and I went through and highlighted each thing as I did it each week. That went very well for some things and not very well for others. I had at least a few columns where I did something every other week, and I totally finished the quilt square column, and I drew something for like 40 weeks, but I also had several categories that I did absolutely nothing for and several categories that had very few highlights.

That chart *also* was kind of a problem and there was a week in, like, august where my brain was being weird and was like "you can't do more of X until you've caught up on Y and Z" because I had to flip the paper over and wanted to finish three columns before I flipped it - that was clearly a very silly hangup but I don't make the rules for what my brain will freak out about and it caused a disproportionate amount of stress.

This year I kind of combined the two and I've made three sheets of paper with different tasks on different lines, and in different amounts. (And none of the papers need to be flipped over so I won't get a weird hangup week)

So instead of having 52 blanks each for "pushups" "squats" and "go for a walk by myself" I've got 156 blanks for "workout: lifting, calisthenics, stretching, walking, cardio." I didn't do a single walk by myself last year, and it turns out I'm pretty unlikely do do random squats or pushups, so rather than try to do one exercise fifty two times I'm just going to try to do *some* kind of exercise three times a week and I'm not going to feel bad about it if that's more bench press instead of more cardio.

I did pretty well with quilt squares so i've set a goal to do twice as many this year. I set a goal for 52 drawings and writing seriously 52 times. My yard is a disaster so my goal is to fill my yardwaste bin 52 times this year.

But what I *haven't* done is divide that up by week. Maybe some weeks I'll get four workouts in and other weeks I'll do two. Maybe I won't draw for a month but I'll get into it a lot over the summer.

One of my two other sheets is things that I'd like to do daily. My four daily tasks that I'm aiming for are: clean something at the house, floss, moisturize, and journal. (Journaling was successful in the bingo year but not at all last year)

The other sheet is the one that's more like the bingo, or what I think the spirit of the bingo is supposed to be. I've got it labeled "Bonus" and each thing on it has about twenty circles that I can check off if I do something but that I don't see as a goal. That includes stuff like "friend hangs" and "go someplace" - stuff that I want to do more of but that I can either plan or do spontaneously and that doesn't have a big project end goal (so it's "do something with music like program a music box or play guitar for a while" rather than "write a song" like it was the bingo year, when no song got written).

I may have also just kneecapped myself by making the bingo squares too hard. Maybe I should do a monthly bingo with smaller goals.

The bingo also got harder when I failed at bullet journaling; turns out that's not a great way for me to manage my time and attention and the bingo was in the bullet journal. Having stuff on a wall next to the light switch in my office helped a lot last year, I think, so that's where my sheets are this year too.

IDK, this is all fun to experiment with and I enjoy it but also I'm never sure if any of it "works" in terms of getting me to do more of the things that I'd like myself to do. It did work for quilt squares last year, though, and that's the best progress I've made on my quilt since I started it in 2021. And the daily chart is helping a lot so far.

But maybe I just like making charts (I do).

[rogerswifesblog]

Stacy’s mom

My Masterlist

A/N: inspired by the song “Stacys mom” and our conversation @jamneuromain 😋 it was very spontaneous and I wrote it in a few hours but…It was kinda fun🤣 so let me know how you liked it! I’m thinking about a pt 2! (Yes I know I have thousands series and one shots planned and am still working on the bingo drabbles but…I like writing most of my things depending on my mood😋)

Summary: Steve knew he was in trouble walking into his friends house and seeing her mom.

Pairing: highschool!Steve Rogers x Stacys Mom reader

Warnings: stacys mom reader, older reader, age gap, Steve is 17/18 but reader and him don’t interact then besides some teasing, masturbation, underage drinking

“I think we should choose the second topic. Benefits of daily exercise and how to incorporate it into your routine. Let’s be honest, I’m the real life example”, Steve laughed, sitting with Stacy in her living room on the floor, in front of the coffee table. It was the first time he was at her place, needing to finish a project that was very important for the grade.

A few months ago his asthma became much better and his many asthma attacks stopped, making it possible for him to exercise. Puberty finally hit him and he got a growth spurt, growing nearly ten inches in just a few months. He was still lanky, but happy about not being the shortest in the class anymore.

But with puberty also came acne, his forehead and cheeks were covered in small and annoying pimples. He used extra creams to get rid of them, which slowly helped.

“That’s a good idea. Maybe you could talk about your experience…how it affected your health and body”, Stacy thought about it for a second before taking some notes. “We can-“ The slamming of a door made Stacy jump slightly, so did Steve.

“Are you stupid?! I said no. It’s tomorrow and not in a week do you hear me? You’re not going on any stupid trips with your new wh- oh I will call her what I want! You dirty cheater-don’t you dare not show up tomorrow-” a woman’s voice carried through the house, the clicking of heels coming closer as you walked into the kitchen, Stacy and Steve watching you as you opened the fridge, not even noticing the two teenagers.

“For fucks sake, I have all rights being mad at you. We were together for-” They both didn’t listen much further as Stacy started talking about the project again, but Steve wasn’t listening to her either. His gaze was glued to your form, dressed in an expensive looking suit, the red-bottomed heels making your legs look incredibly hot, your butt- “Steve, are you even listening?” “Of course I do. Yes. Definitely.-“ “yeah? What was I talking about?”

“….could you…maybe repeat it?” Steve felt himself blush a dark red, his face burning with shame of being caught checking out her mom. That was definitely embarrassing.

Even though he started working on the project again, he couldn’t stop himself from peaking over at you. You were still turned with your back to Them arguing on the phone.

“She’s probably talking to dad again. They argue a lot now with the divorce…I don’t blame her. Of course I love my dad, but he did her wrong. They were married for nearly twenty years and he cheated on her-from what I’ve heard it wasn’t the first time or at least it wasn’t a one time thing”, explained Stacy, seeing as Steve was looking over to the kitchen.

He blushed again, nodding slowly. “Sorry, I just thought we’d be alone. It’s a bit distracting-“ for other reasons that Stacy might suspect. “I can tell her to go to her office or bedroom. They’ll probably argue for a long long time…”, she sighed, already standing up. Steve immediately followed her, shaking his head, “no, no. It’s fine. We can just take a break for now-maybe order something to eat? Your mom maybe wants something too…”, he felt himself blush again, as Stacy walked to the kitchen, Steve following her.

“Hi mom-could you please talk a bit quieter? I told you Steve’s coming over today. We have a project”, said Stacy walking into the open kitchen. “But we’ll take a break now-order something to eat. You want something? A pizza? Thai?”

Hearing your daughters voice you lowered your phone, turning around to look at her, your gaze falling onto the young blonde boy watching your every move. He seemed…mesmerised. He extended his hand to introduce himself properly, making you smile lightly as you ended the call without saying anything else and took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m sorry you had to hear this. I’m usually not such a bitch it’s just my soon ex-husband makes my blood boil” You laughed quietly.

Steve chuckled too. You could tell it was a nervous chuckle. You imagined he may have liked your daughter and was stressed of meeting you, her mother.

“Just order the usual pizza I like and take some money from my purse, I’ll go change into something more comfortable.” With that you left the room and seeing how Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you he knew he was in trouble.

The next time he saw you was only three weeks later, once again at stacys house. After working some more on the project they both decided to sit at the pool and sunbathe a bit. When he noticed the lawnmower at the gate seemingly unused since the lawn wasn’t taken care of. “You need help with the lawn maybe? I can take care of that”, said the young boy already standing up and walking over to the lawnmower.

Stacy wanted to argue with him about not needing to do so, but he did anyway. It’d only take him a few minutes and he liked the idea of impressing Stacy’s mom, you.

When he was nearly finished you walked out of the house, a towel wrapped around your body, the strings of a black bikini wrapped around your neck. And when you dropped the towel-he could burst. Your body was incredible. You were already a bit tanned, your curves dressed only in the bikini, your thighs moving against one another, the thick flesh wiggling with every step, making him want to bite into it.

Jesus. He really shouldn’t be thinking about things like that or he’d soon have a problem that needs to be hidden.

You were incredibly beautiful, your breasts and stomach looking so soft. He could see some stretch marks, but they only made you even more attractive.

“You missed a spot over there, Stevie sweetheart”, you teased him, noticing how he stopped concentrating on his task. He felt himself blush, a small smile creeping on his lips as he nodded and kept going, this time a bit more concentrated.

You couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit more, since he watched you Everytime he walked by, so you took the sunscreen and started applying it on your whole body. Stacy didn’t notice any of it since she had her eyes closed. Besides you tried to make it look like you weren’t doing anything on purpose-especially not then you stood up and started applying the suncream on your legs, bending down and showing off your legs.

A grin crept on your lips when you heard the Grill being knocked over. It was your ex husbands anyway.

After finishing mowing the lawn he quickly excused himself to the bathroom, closing the door and immediately leaning against the text wall, pushing down his swim shorts. His hardness springing free. He didn’t waste any time before spitting in his palm and wrapping his fingers around his length, stroking himself hard and fast.

He tried to keep his moans quiet, but still couldn’t stop the gasps escaping his lips, especially when he started imagining it wasn’t his hand on his dick. He thought about your soft skin against his body. Your thighs wrapped around his slim waist-or even better if he’d fuck your thighs. Your meaty legs would feel amazing, squeezing his dick. Maybe you’d even let him finish like that. On your stomach and tits-or Steve you’d let him fuck your pussy without a condom, letting him feel your velvet walls. Your wet and tight curb gripping him tightly, your moans would be so soft and sweet.

Before he’d let himself come he’d make sure to get at least two orgasm out of you. Maybe one with his mouth or fingers, then on his cock…then he’d love to shoot his load in you. Filling you with his seed.

The thought was all he needed to come, shooting his load all over himself. Thank god he managed to push his shirt up just in time before making a mess.

He felt ashamed wiping off his cum from the bathroom floor before walking back to the pool, where his heart's desire sat.

It was a fantasy. He knew. He definitely had no chance, being only a teenager and especially being friends with your daughter.

But having a fantasy didn’t hurt even a bit, right?

He loved watching you whenever you moved or walked around the house. Your house quickly became a place he visited at least once a week, always working on the project. But the worst was happening-well, two things. One, the project was slowly coming to an end and you had a date.

It’s not like he had any right to be jealous, but…still. Watching you getting all dolled up for some guy made his heart tighten. You always looked beautiful but seeing you in a beautiful light blue dress, with a low cleavage, showing off your shoulders and collarbones made his throat dry. The dark, black choker you wore made you look a bit like…Cinderella.

A smile crept onto his lips as he thought about it, quickly looking down not to get caught.

He wished you looked this good for him. He wished he could take you out on a date, have your soft hands wrapped around his arm.

But he couldn’t take you out. He didn’t even have the money to do so.

Sighing he opened his textbook again, taking some last notes.

Maybe one day he could at least buy you a bouquet of the most beautiful roses…

The project was finally finished, only two weeks later Stacy and Steve had everything ready to hand in and decided to have a nice and relaxing evening together drinking some beer which…Stacy asked you to buy. Surprisingly Stacy said you had only chuckled at that question and actually bought a few.

In all These weeks Steve and Stacy got closer, but only in a platonic way. Stacy had tried to flirt with him at first, but it changed quickly. He couldn’t tell exactly when but at some point she just stopped.

And now they were just sitting in the backyard, drinking beers, both on their third ones.

“Steve…I wanted to ask you…have you a thing for my mom?”, not expecting this question Steve choked on his beer, immediately coughing and spitting his beer all over himself.

“Wh-what?”, he croaked, shaking his head quickly. “I-I'd never-no. Of course not. That’s-That'd be…that’d be weird. I’m mean-it’s your mom-“ Stacys laugh interrupted his rambling.

“I knew it. You’re not very subtle with all the question you know? Is your mom back from the business trip? Is she away for work again? Do you think she likes roses or sunflowers more? You weren’t subtle. Not at all, Steve. At first I was really weirded out, but…I guess we all have some weird crushes at some point, you know? We’ll go to college soon, anyway, so you’ll get over it”, she shrugged, making Steve blush with every next sentence.

He took another big sip from his bottle, looking to the house for a second, where he could see you walking around the kitchen, preparing dinner. “Yeah…’s just a crush”, he mumbled, not wanting to tell Stacy how much he actually liked you.

But she was right. He’d probably get over you soon. He’d meet someone at his new university…

But did he really want that??

This thought stayed in his head for the rest of the evening, his chest feeling incredibly tight knowing it may be the last time he’d see you.

Slightly drunk Stacy and Steve walked back into the house, seeing you had left the food for them on the counter. They are quietly, not wanting to disturb you and after both laid down-Stacy in her room and Steve in the living room on the pull-out sofa. Even tho he was comfortable and surrounded by your smell he didn’t feel any peace. He couldn’t fall asleep, his mind was racing.

You yourself had eaten earlier before taking a bath and walked into your bedroom to go to sleep early.

But of course you were awoken by your small bladder, needing release. Sighing you sat up, straightening your nightgown in case the kids were still outside or still awake. Then you walked out of your bedroom, wrapping a silky robe around your body.

You did your business quietly, washed your hands and looked a bit tiredly into the mirror. A sigh escaped your lips. You were getting old, weren’t you? This year you turned 36 and it showed. The wrinkles around your eyes couldn’t be hidden anymore. Your skin wasn’t as smooth as it used to be. Your body wasn’t the same anymore, you had stretch marks, it was hard to stay in shape, especially with your limited time since you were always busy with work…

You sighed again, putting your night creame once again on. It wouldn’t change anything overnight of course, but you still hoped it’d slow down the aging. It’s not like you looked bad or really old-you weren’t even that old, if you had to be honest, but….you’d love to be twenty again, for one night at least.

Leaving the bathroom you walked quietly through the room, being stopped when Steve stumbled out of the living room, looking like he was in a hurry-at First you thought he wanted to go to the bathroom but when you stepped aside to let him through, he only stepped closer to you.

Your gaze fell for a second on his bare, slim chest. He gained a bit muscles since you had last seen him at the pool a few weeks ago. He looked cute. Not that it mattered. It’s weird you were even thinking like this.

“Give me a chance”, he mumbled, making you furrow your eyebrows, a little wrinkle appearing between them. “What?” “Give me a chance…I-I’ll try to be the perfect guy for you. I could be-I just-I need to finish school-and co-“ You shook your head, now understanding. “Steve, Steve, stop-We can’t. I can’t…you’re just drunk. You gotta go back to sleep, okay?”, you smiled kindly, slowly wrapping your fingers around his wrists and pulling him with you to the living room, pushing him into a sitting position.

“I mean it-you deserve a guy like me. I’ll be perfect for you-I know I’m still young but-“ “exactly Steve. You’re young. You could be my child-your friends is my daughter, okay? I’m really flattered by your attraction but…it’s not right. I’m sorry, Steve, you need to go to sleep now. And let’s just ignore this conversation, okay”, you tried to be gentle with your words but still saw some tears well up in his eyes.

Hesitatly you stepped between his legs, wrapping your arms around him and pulling into a hug. His head immediately rested against your stomach, right below your breasts as he sniffed quietly. Not wanting to make it any harder for him…and maybe also yourself…you pulled away.

While leaving the living room your couldn’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder at him, meeting his gaze. You immediately looked away again and walked to your room.

This time it was much harder to fall asleep.

In the morning you quietly made some scrambled eggs and beacon, trying to ignore the feeling rising up in your chest when Steve woke up from the smell and a smile appeared on his lips, you noticed it, because you were watching him from the open kitchen. You could see him perfectly. And it broke your heart.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling a bit of a headache, especially remembering the conversation with you. Oh god. Had he really did it? Said he wanted to be with you?

You noticed how Steve blushed and when he looked up at you, your eyes meeting, your own face started burning. As quick and nonchalant as possible you looked away.

Only a few minutes later Stacy came to the kitchen and you sat down together to eat breakfast. All this time you tried to ignore Steve even though you still felt his gaze on you.

After finishing the food it was time for him to leave and stacy decided to drive him, so she quickly went to her room to get ready. Meanwhile steve stayed with you in the kitchen, putting the dishes away.

“About yesterday…I’m sorry. For everything…I still stand by it, but I shouldn’t have be so pressing-“ “Steve, don’t worry. I get it…in a way, at least. You’re a very sweet boy, but I’m too old for you. It can’t happen”, You explained friendly, smiling at him before looking once again.

You felt Steve step a bit closer to you, the warmth of his body radiating. “Is…is there really no chance? Not even a small one? Please…”, he whispered, his hand gently touching your arm.

Steve noticed how you got goosebumps as soon as he touched you. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you patted his arm gently, yearning Stacy walking down the stairs.

“Yeah, sure Steve, come back when you’re twenty one”, you joked quietly, stepping away again just in time for Stacy to walk into the kitchen. “Okay-we can go!”

With that Steve looked at you one last time before disappearing. Not only did he leave your house that day, but also walked out of your life forever.

Or so you thought.

In the first few weeks you had thought about him more than you should. About his pretty smile and the beautiful blues. About his graduation and which college he chose. About if you’d ever see him again, which you knew you shouldn’t.

Months later you stopped thinking about him so often. There were a few evenings where you thought about him, sure, but less and less…

And then the years went by and Steve became one of Stacys old highschool friends that she hadn’t talked to in a long time.

So it surprised you to say the least when you heard the doorbell, interrupting your quiet moment of reading. You were so concerned on the book you jumped slightly, putting your book down and walking to the door. In this time the doorbell rang again. “Jesus, so inpatient…”, you mumbled to yourself, opening the door.

Your breath hitched.

Your heartbeat immediately speeding up.

In the first second you didn’t even recognise him.

He was bigger. His shoulder so broad you weren’t sure if he’d fit in the door, taller than before and…a beard. Wow.

He changed a lot.

But his beautiful eyes stayed the same. The same bright blue.

“Steve? What-“ “You said to come back when I’m twenty one…so, can I take you out on a proper date now?”, he interrupted you, holding out his ID for you to look over.

He was indeed twenty one. Today was his birthday.

Pt 2

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[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 02/11/2024

Nerdie! It's the middle of the month, how are you?

Good. Nothing to complain about. Mainly relaxed and then worked Thursday and Friday. My orientee made me laugh.

Oh? How so?

She said that now that she's had some different preceptors she enjoys my balances of being a bit hands off since I know she's experienced, but still checking in during the shift to see how things are going. (Puffs out chest and also wonders if that's a good or bad thing.)

I mean, if she said it's fine, it should be fine right? Now did you do anything writing this week?

I did a bit. Not as much as I normally do. I'm gearing up for projects I have either agreed to or planned for myself.

My two fics are quite different. One was silly and sweet and the other was filth. Nerdie in a nutshell really:

Is it for the wallet of the shoebox? (Tim Rockford x plus size female reader) Tim being silly in a bookstore leads to a serious conversation and a partial photoshoot at home. Comedy and domestic fluff with slight spice.

One Pass for the both of Us (Lucian Flores x female reader x Benny Miller) You and your boyfriend Lucian have the same hall pass. All smut with sweatpants and gold chains.

Working on two things I promised people. One requested fluff and the other action and smut.

I decided to start a new series (because clearly I don't have enough - Dieter, Frankie and Tim give Nerdie a death glare) 👀 because this Pedro character was in my WIPs way before the three of you! Might even help me brainstorm…

Two Hearts by the Ocean will feature Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC). The vibe is sweet summer romance. Mainly fluff every Wednesday, not sure how many parts, at least five. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for it. I have a few people in mind but if you'd like to be added, let me know. 😆

Roc & Doc and Weddings 101 with Dieter are still ongoing, no worries. Tim and Dieter have calmed. Frankie is a bit pissed still but you have the longest masterlist Fish! You don’t care…well. Okay. 🫡

I might be trying to figure out how to write Ezra. I love reading fics with the man, but his speech patterns have so many nuances to it. I've been studying @morallyinept aka Jett's Pedro Pascal Character Database that she's been compiling and her entry on Ezra from Prospect has been invaluable. It's an excellent reference for Pedro character fic writers or if you just wanna know more. She also has one specifically on Ezra’s speech patterns that I swear I’ve read at least four times.

It's me, I'm the problem. 😭 I’m either overthinking or not focusing on the right parts. Ugh…

Fics I read this week: ( I took time off work and had plenty of time to read - still didn't get to everything. 🥸)

Movie Night by @munsonownsmyass (Zach Ellison x reader)

No game at all (but I can do this) by @for-a-longlongtime (Marcus Pike x Tim Rockford - Frankie Morales floating in thots)

Wouldn't It Be Nice - Chapter one by @lady-pug (Agent Whiskey x female reader)

02 x birds - Frankie Morales x reader by @trulybetty

Mon Amour by @saturn-rings-writes (Jake Lockley x black female reader)

The Stars by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Poe Dameron x reader)

Mutual by @morallyinept (Ezra x female reader)

Dinner Party by @lavendertales (Steven Grant x fem reader)

The Mercenary and the Whore by @absurdthirst and @storiesofthefandomlovers

Comedy of Errors (MK Spring Bingo #3) by @soft-girl-musings (Steven Grant x GN reader)

03 x snowfall - Marcus Pike x reader by @trulybetty

Ambrosial by @spacecowboyhotch (Din Djarin x fem. black reader)

Half of you - part 1 and part 2 by @foxilayde (Santiago Garcia x female reader)

God Speed by @magpiepills (Tim Rockford x female reader)

Not for nothing @magpiepills (Ezra x female reader)

Perfect Fit by @lowlights (Frankie Morales x plus size reader)

To the Flame - chapter 5 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x female reader)

Come back to me by @reallyrallyauthor (Poe Dameron x female reader)

If you’re not looking at @immarocketman ‘s art, then I feel sad for you. It’s beautiful 🤗 They put out a sketch of Din/Cobb this week that’s apparently going to have a fanfic written about it by @theywhowriteandknowthings

There was also an excellent head cannon about Sarah’s younger years by @clickergossip that resonated with me on Black girlhood. ☺️

That's about it until next week! 🥰

Stay hydrated and safe!

Love Nerdie 💜

[unhinged-comics-screaming]

I was gunna do the predictions bingo but honestly I am not feeling the juices rn. So maybe just a hopes list?

The obvious first one, Smith comes back as a human in some shape or form. Adjacently, this ends up as the ending of the OP shows up. I think Obari has been very direct in saying how much the OP is representative of the work and the scenes we don't have are the section where Bravern rolls out with the TSes and Smith demonstrating his pick up game. One of the news articles for a mech focused site has a thing about spotlighting TSes that show up in the later half and I don't know if they meant series as the whole or just the ep lol. Anyway, significant Smith helping lift Isami up scene pls.

I'm uh, not a Brave/Transformers focused person but I am in it for men kissing so I totally get people who want to keep Bravern but I like me a human Smith! Smith wanted to be in a bot and he's. In a bot. The same way we exist in our meatsuits. So I don't count it as a bad end either.

I think ideally we have both Bravern + Smith existing together... somehow. Actually it'd be so funny to have them both fight for Isami's attention. That being said some of the cute fanart where Smith can transform is probably my personal fave? Just throw in a magical girl show while we're here??

Oh at the very least

Isami figures out Bravern is Lewis Smith

I don't think there's any way we can get to the end without this happening so specificity. Isami finding Smith's dog tag in the cockpit is probably going to be the most obvious option. It's kinda brutal but I'm curious what the cockpit looks like "off" since it's like a projection orb or something.

It's related but imagine. A tokusatsu suit in there. I asked last week "what the fuck is 2m tall human man Isami Ao supposed to do against giant robot. What if he gets a hero suit + sword. Clearly Brave Printer can do anything so.

Actually I wanna know more about that but I feel like that's just something that doesn't need to be answered rn.

Another time loop??

It'd be kind of fun if Isami finds some sort of time loop trigger inside of his cockpit. Because I think it'd be kind of amusing tbh. That being said I don't really know where I'd want it to go. Lewis goes to when Bravern is introduced which I guess is because that's his time of need? And Lulu goes to when Bravern is "born". I don't really see it but people feel like Isami's shift from crying -> hero who makes everyone happy is too drastic so maybe somewhere in there but honestly I think its because there's only 12 episodes lol. Maybe because it's Isami the fusion moments are save points?

The thing about a last time loop without Deathdrives means we don't get Lulu and Superbia so that would make me pretty sad so maybe not that far back lol.

Deathdrive Lore

I think the key to that kind of thinking is finding out why the Deathdrives are here to begin with. Like, Bravern came into existence _after_ they were already invading so why are they all here with the motivation to get a death from Bravern specifically. How does that work. Did Cunus know something about it and tell everyone?

Actually that would be interesting like, Bravern's existence is what brings the Deathdrives to this... world? Timeline? Reality? in the first place so they end up stopping Bravern from existing at all. That would explain why its both Smith and Isami coming out of TSes in the last scene but not the uh giant holes in the city behind them. I think it'd be a cop out to like, find some way to defeat the giant mechas in the giant mecha anime without a giant mecha anyway. Covering my bases though.

Anyway, what is up with them. What is the gluttony one doin with all that magma (is he going to make a new island??). Why is Ira so mad.

Isami Lore

I need the equivalent of the "when I was a kid, I wanted to be a dude in a skintight suit" but for Isami. Maybe the opposite? I think the post got too eaten by the draft system for me to post but I think it'd be interesting to see Isami be a parallel to Smith in that he lost people close to him but he went for the inverse conclusion where there are no heroes. Actually that would be such a callout for the last episode to start the same way as the start and also the big reveal. Or is that too repetitive? I'd also like to see how he befriends Miyu and Hibiki.

I think after everything I'll put together a "episodes I wish we had in a full season" list because I think it'd be fun to see more of what this man is cooking. Will I dip my toes into doing it myself? Probably not! Despite the amount of words here I'm not a great writer.

I don't think I'm actually capable of writing a review, I'm capable of being critical but I'm also not that discerning if that makes sense. Plus I lack so much extra context in the greater universe of everything this show references it wouldn't be particularly useful.

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's WIP Update - 3 Apr 2024

Getting back to what I’d like to consider an average writing week, with most of my effort was focused on a single work.  I touched  4 fics (1 new work & 3 WIPs) for a total of  2330  words.  

On Ao3, I posted: 

 A Little Bit Carried Away - an omegaverse WinterIron meet cute/meet ugly fic. 

Shooting for the Moon -  a WinterHawk meet-ugly one shot that’s a POV remix of A Hairy Situation  

On Tumblr I posted: 

Amplification - A Steve POV ficlet where he reflects on the effects of Project Rebirth. 

I’m juggling  17 😬 active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the Post July Break Bingo, which ends in April, and the Alpha Bucky April event.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Finally got my Masterpost done!    

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr 2024)

Two fill on my  2x3 non-fandom-specific card - still working on  potential crossovers.

* A2 - "You knew?"  - matched this up with Chapter Three  of my Stony spyfic WIP -  Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight -  it’s coming in at 1079 words and after a bit more editing, should be posting this Friday.     

* B2 - Character’s personality is split into two different beings – I’ve never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on one of my open cards.

*  C1 - Touch Starved – another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (Steve or Tony or Clint).

* C2 - “What are we?”  Pair up with  SRB C5 - Exes to Lovers ? 

Alpha Bucky April - [BBE_ABA] - (Ends 30 April) 

@buckybarnesevents   is running another fun event to encourage fanworks featuring Alpha!Bucky - any pairing in terms of characters and/or alignments.  Since I already have a couple of  Alpha!Bucky WIPs, am using this as a good reason to get some work in on them.   There’s also additional challenges that I plan to take on: 

* Breeding Kink/Baby Fever -  mpreg is a pretty major squick for me, but I think I might be able to make it work in combination with an April BaBB prompt (roleplay) for what looks to be Chapter Three of   A Bit Carried Away.

* Nesting - This will fit pretty well  into the next chapter of A Sugar-Coated Pill - where Bucky comforts Tony after the bad news he’s gotten and helps him plan what to do next.   It’s currently sitting at 177 words and will crossfill with my WIB Couch Cuddles square nicely.  

* Purring/Affection - This could (and quite possibly will) fit into either/both of the above fics, tbh. 

* Beta Character  - My BBC4 fic (see below) features beta!Tony,  and  aroace Natasha will be making an appearance in Chapter Two of  A Bit Carried Away, which is in draft form at 1219 words and will probably post on the 19th.

* Double Minimum Req - 1500 words for a chapter seems pretty do-able  - targeting my BBC4 fic (or at least its first chapter) to fill this challenge 

Bucky Barnes Connect Four - Alt Jun-iverse [BBC4_R2]  {Ends May 31 2024}

Another fun event from the good folks over at  @buckybarnesevents! You sign up for a single row card of four squares and the challenge is to see if you can combine any/all into a single Bucky-centric AU fanwork - although you can also create fanworks that are based on a single or combo of 2-3 squares if you want.  

The combo of prompts on my first card [Reality Show,  Omegaverse, Talent/Manager, Royalty] sparked an idea:  Alpha!Bucky as a prince in name only who gets talked into joining a reality show that is supposed to match him up with an omega… but there’s a twist!  Picked this back up and it’s sitting at 766  words so far.  Thinking the Alpha Bucky April event will be a good excuse to get at least a first chapter of this out there! 

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jun 2024)

Fourteen  fills and no WIPs at the moment  - need to ponder other possible crossovers with my non-fandom cards & BaBB.  

* C5 - Exes to Lovers   see JBB “What are we?” above 

* E5 - Oversensitivity/Enhanced Senses - paired this up with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF246 Pinprick] for  Amplification. A Steve POV ficlet where he reflects on the effects of Project Rebirth, it came in at 334 words and will post to Ao3 before the event  is over. 

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] {Ends TBD} 

Working on this  Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

*A1 - Werewolf AU -  Posted  Shooting for the Moon  on Ao3 this morning  -  Werewolf!Bucky’s POV on the  second half of A Hairy Situation. It came in at 786  words. 

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

C3 - "I've never been so humiliated in my life."  - filled this on Tumblr last Friday with A Shining Example.  Established WinterHawk where a training session goes embarrassingly wrong and  Clint gives Bucky a pep talk.   It crossed over with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF243 Glitter and Blues] and will get posted on Ao3 before this event ends.  

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] {Ends Oct 2024}

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!

* November:  Crackfic - DONE  

* December: Wingman  - DONE

* January: Wingfic  - DONE

*January: Polyamory - DONE

* February: Fingering -  DONE

* February: Morning Sex - DONE

* March: Marriage of Convenience  - DONE

* March: Mutual Pining  -  DONE

* March: Bad Coping Mechanisms -  DONE

* March: Wrong Luggage - Posted what is turning out to be Chapter One of  A Bit Carried Away  last Friday,  I combined it with my WIB - I5 - A/B/O: Scent Bonding square to come up with a meet-cute/meet-ugly WinterIron fic that came in at 1209 words.  

* March: Rimming  - belatedly filling this with Chapter Two of A Little Bit Carried Away -  as part of some spicy sexting between Alpha!Bucky and Omega!Tony.  This will probably post on the 17th or 19th.

* April: Roleplay -  will be filling this with Chapter Three of A Little Bit Carried Away  where Bucky will be playing a role to save Tony from some obnoxious alphas at a reception; potential crossfill with  WIB  A/B/O: Mates and Alpha Bucky April Breeding Kink prompts…    

*April: Pet Names - this may also get filled with Chapter Three of A Little Bit Carried Away  as part of the roleplaying….  

WinterIron Bingo Round 2  [WIB_R2] {Ends 16 Dec 2024}

Signups are still open for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I got my card and already have fie  fills and three WIPs! 

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome.  Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know! 

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF245 You Never Cared] and wrote Fathers Don’t Know Best  -  No Power AU with Bucky working as an analyst at SHIELD who stumbles across a late night visitor to the lobby.  It’s coming on at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  thanks to a fun prompt from @scottx  - I filled this square with Untangling Their Attraction - where Tony’s offer of assistance leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound).  It’s coming in at 544 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over. 

* N4 - A/B/O: Mates - see BaBB Roleplay above 

* N5 - "I'm here for you."  - Possibly the next chapter of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ? 

* O2 - Couch Cuddles - see  Alpha Bucky April Nesting prompt/challenge above 

* O4 - Hotel Room - filling this with Chapter 8 of My Love is Vengeance which is currently sitting at 907 words and will up the rating to Explicit.  (Looking forward to April’s BaBB prompts for potential crossfilling!) 

* O5 - Sexting - see BaBB March - Rimming above 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Four  fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on a Harrowhark and   a Gideon figure for  a commission.  I’ve finished all my  Marvel Trumps Hate  figures, but still need to create posts (and mail one set). If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[searchingforserendipity25]

Thank you @sallysavestheday for the tag, and to @polutrope for the initiative! I am having such a great time reading other people’s posts. 

I’m keeping this list to Silmarillion fanfiction, otherwise it would be a wild mismatch of fandoms.  

Most kudos: The Fire of Life, my Tolkien Secret Santa gift to @arofili, about Fingon and Maedhros during the Long Peace, enjoying a long, mostly peaceful time in bed. It’s the first explicit fic I ever posted, and it’s opened the doors for lots of other projects. 

Most bookmarks: Also The Fire of Life, and Shadow-folk after that. It's about hope, and witnessing, and what kind of meaningful memory can exist for the many people who do not deserve either to hope or be witnessed. My favorite fic on this list rn.

Most comments: Project Requirements. Míriel, and her weaving of tapestries. The challenge was to produce a short piece in an unusual format, and it lead me to thinking of lists, descriptive limits, material culture, and quite indulgent bits of worldbuilding regarding Vairë’s textiles. It’s the kind of concise writing style I struggle with the most, and talking with people on the comments brought out some interesting new goals to work on towards.

Most hits: The Fire of Life, and then Towards the next field. I’m pretty chuffed about that! Towards the next field is the most coherent take I’ve managed so far of Maglor in Valinor, and while I have too many interpretations to have an easy time pinning it down in words, I quite quite liked how this one turned out. Written during Maedhros & Maglor Week, and in hindsight I’d have changed some things, but sometimes a big, hurried midnight writing fest is what is needed to make the words come out. 

Most words: If All Kings Be As Kin. This one was my Hurt/Comfort Bingo Exchange assignment for @thalion71, and it grew longer than expected. Gil-Galad and Fingon after rebirth, navigating currents both political and personal among the community of Tol Eressea. Once more a shout-out to @melestasflight for the betaing! 

Least words is a toss up between two drabbles, Nourishment (Maglor in exile, hungry for many things) and Where the Nightingales Nest (Daeron in exile, passing down wisdom and musical techniques).

Low-pressure tagging @thelordofgifs, @meadowlarkx, @welcomingdisaster, @melestasflight, @arofil, @thalion71!

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Lost Cause prologue, part III

I'm coming to Minneapolis! Oct 15: Presenting The Internet Con at Moon Palace Books. Oct 16: Keynoting the 26th ACM Conference On Computer-Supported Cooperative Work and Social Computing.

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a solarpunk adventure about "the first generation in a century that doesn't fear the future." It comes out on Nov 14, and its early fans include Naomi Klein:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865939/the-lost-cause

Amazon won't sell my audiobooks, so I made my own, doing the narration this time around. I'm running a Kickstarter campaign to pre-sell the audiobook, ebook and hardcovers, including signed, personalized hardcovers – I hope you'll consider backing it:

http://lost-cause.org/

This week, I'm serializing the prologue to the book.

Here's part one:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/06/green-new-deal-fic/#the-first-generation-in-a-century-not-to-fear-the-future

And part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/07/met-cute-ugly/#part-ii

I woke at noon, the house hot because Gramps had left the blinds up in the front room, and ever since the big live oak had been cut up and taken away for blight, we’d lost its shade.

I used the bathroom, pulled on shorts and a tee, and went looking for breakfast, or brunch, or whatever.

“Gramps?”

He didn’t answer. That was weird. Gramps was a late riser and he rarely got up before ten, and then he took a long time to get going, listening to his podcasts and drinking coffee and sending memes around to his buddies with his giant tablet, with the type zoomed way, way up. He didn’t like going out in the heat, either, so in the summer he rarely left the house before four or five, once the sun was low to the hills. He’d left his coffee cup in the sink and his tablet on the table, so I knew he’d gone in a hurry. He hated dirty dishes and hated dead batteries even more.

I put his stuff away and thawed out some waffles and got a big iced coffee from the cold-­brew jug I kept in the fridge and started the process of becoming human.

I gobbled my first waffle before the emotional weight of the previous night settled on me. Those emotions were way too big, so big that they all layered on top of each other, leaving me with nothing but numbness.

I did the reflex thing and pulled out my screen, giving myself a brief sear of shame for my mindless screen-­handling, just as I’d been trained to do in mindfulness class. That was enough to prompt me to run through the checklist: Do I need to look at my screen? Do I need to look at it now? What do I hope to find? When will I be done? I answered the questions (Yes, yes, news about last night, when I’ve looked at two or three stories), and then unlocked it, but didn’t look at it until I’d poured myself another glass of coffee.

Two hours later, there was no coffee left and my eyes hurt from screenburn. I dropped my screen, came out of my trance, and stood up.

I’d gone viral. Or rather, Mike had.

My post had been picked up, first in Burbank, then statewide, then nationally, then internationally. Amateur comedians had edited the footage into highlight reels, moments chosen to demonstrate just how idiotic and hateful he was. Someone made a White Nationalist Bingo Card whose every square had a quote from Mike Kennedy. There were lots of jokes about inbreeding, hillbillies, musket-­fuckers and ammosexuals, master race masturbation, senility, removable boomers—­all the age-­and class-­ based slurs that we weren’t allowed to say in school, but that everyone busted out as soon as we were off the property. It was pretty gross, but on the other hand, I couldn’t exactly argue with them. Bottom line was, Mike Kennedy had been up on that roof for no good reason, and he’d been ready to kill me to let him finish his stupid, senseless project. So yeah, fuck that guy. I guess.

I was pleased to see that I came off as a hero, with strangers around the world praising me for my cool head, saying I’d saved his life.

I put my plate in the dishwasher and wiped up my crumbs and checked the clock on the kitchen wall—­I’d always loved its plain analog face with its thick and thin lines, the yellowing AC cord that came off it. It had belonged to Gramps’s own parents, and it was the only thing in the house I considered anything like an heirloom.

It was coming up on one and if I showered fast and ran, I could make my physics class. I decided to go for it, had the fastest shower in history, pulled on whatever was on the top of my dresser drawers, and sprinted for the street.

I was just jogging up to the entrance to Burroughs when I got a screen chime, which stopped me because, like all the students, I’d installed the school app that turned off audible alarms while I was on property during school hours. It wasn’t mandatory, but the punishment for having an alarm in class was confiscation, so . . .

I pulled out my screen as I panted by the doorway, mopping my face with my shirttail. It was a text from Burbank PD, informing me that Mike Kennedy was headed for a bail hearing in two hours, and I was entitled to present a victim impact statement, either recorded or in person. I’d known that the police could override the school app (there was a kid in my class whose parole office sometimes paged him, and the fact that he audibly dinged was just part of the package, I figured—­a way to remind us all that this kid had fucked up bad), but I hadn’t expected them to ping me, let alone on school property.

I tapped out a quick thanks-­no-­thanks, and headed to physics.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/09/working-the-refs/#lost-cause-prologue

My next novel is The Lost Cause, a hopeful novel of the climate emergency. Amazon won't sell the audiobook, so I made my own and I'm pre-selling it on Kickstarter!

[jedibongrip]

title: from now until forever (spend the night together) relationship: anakin/obiwan rating: E word count: 2.8k tags/warnings: PWP, stewjoni biology, weird stewjoni biology, homestuck genitalia, nooks and bulges

summary: Anakin doesn’t know how Obi-Wan manages to look so cocky, cool and confident, and self-assured while sitting spread-legged and dick out. Well, bulge out, technically. That’s what Obi-Wan called it when he described in detail what he wanted to do with Anakin when they finally saw each other again, voice tinny and staticky over the comm, as he told Anakin to touch himself from hundreds of parsecs away. A/N: one of my entries for Stewjoni Biology Week!! featuring classic homestuck troll biology :) to see all the fics and art that were posted check out the AO3 collection or the twitter !! this also fulled my AU square for obikin bingo @obikin-events for full list of tags on this fic, go to ao3!

Anakin doesn’t know how Obi-Wan manages to look so cocky, cool and confident, and self-assured while sitting spread-legged and dick out. Well, bulge out, technically. That’s what Obi-Wan called it when he described in detail what he wanted to do with Anakin when they finally saw each other again, voice tinny and staticky over the comm, as he told Anakin to touch himself from hundreds of parsecs away.

Anakin can’t help but keep his legs tightly pressed together, his hands keep moving to try to cover his dick. He’s half-hard already and has been since the Resolute docked on the same planet as Obi-Wan. When they finally reunited, Obi-Wan had pressed a gentle, almost shy, kiss against Anakin’s lips - the first in the many months since they’d been apart. What they had was both new and old - new in that they finally broke down the barriers between platonic, familial, romantic, and sexual that previously stood in their way, but old because their urges and feelings were well-worn and familiar.

They just hadn’t gotten the chance to have sex yet. The last time they were close enough to touch, Obi-Wan was injured and Anakin was busy with Ahsoka, and it was only just before both were shipped out to opposite edges of the galaxy that Anakin broke down. Pathetic and embarrassed, crying like a child that he didn’t want them to part, crying until Obi-Wan pressed a cool hand to his face and told him that he didn’t want them to part either. And since then, it had just been sending messages over the comms whenever they had a spare moment, calling each other when one was just walking up and the other finally going to sleep, sending charged and longing glances at each other as they projected into meetings.

Now they were together. And Anakin had no clue what to do. When he first ran into Obi-Wan’s arms, he shyly suggested that they sneak away from the Negotiator and the military docks. They could go closer to town and find a hotel. Obi-Wan shook his head and chuckled at Anakin’s confused expression.

“We’d have to pay a fortune in cleanup fees,” Obi-Wan said. “My quarters are better suited for what I have in store for you.”

Sitting naked on Obi-Wan’s bed, watching as Obi-Wan’s bulge slithers out of the smooth, rounded sheath - his nook, Anakin thinks dumbly - leaving a watery blue mark on everything it brushes against, Anakin finally understands what Obi-Wan meant when he talked about clean up fees. He almost forgets to breathe as he watches it unsheath, the base getting wider the more it comes out, the flexible, tapered tip growing more adventurous as it can reach further. The whole appendage is a majestic teal-blue, as is and the slick that drips off of it. The few times Anakin has been unfortunate enough to see Obi-Wan bleed, his blood had been the same.

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, the teasing note in his voice almost insufferable. “Is it up to your standards?”

“I have no idea what to do with it,” Anakin admits, feeling hopelessly juvenile. While his own dick twitches, Obi-Wan’s flicks around and squirms. Obi-Wan brings a hand to it, and the bulge wraps around it. Not the other way around.

“You could touch it, to start.” The teasing lilt of his tone has diminished but not disappeared entirely. “Don’t worry, dear. It won’t bite.”

Anakin grumbles but scoots closer to Obi-Wan, who leans back against the headboard of his bed, looking as comfortable as ever. Anakin brings a tentative hand, his flesh hand, to the writhing limb and jumps when it surges over to meet it. The tip twitches and worms its way between his fingers, curling around them, like it's trying to hold his hand. It’s not as firm as Anakin’s dick, there’s more give underneath the slimy skin, but it’s strong enough to spread and squeeze together Anakin’s fingers at will. He’s surprised by how much colder it is than he expected. Not freezing or unpleasant, but noticeably cooler than his skin. (He always loved how cool and comforting Obi-Wan always felt. There was nothing better than his Master laying a chilly hand on his forehead when he was feverish as a child or his refreshing embrace after a spar gone well.)

He lets out a giggle, silly and stupid, as he moves his hand in a mimicry of how he jerks off. The bulge moves with him, guiding him, keeping his attention solely on it to not let it slip from his grasp. Translucent blue fluid bleeds through the gaps in Anakin’s fingers and drips down his wrist until it splatters onto the thick towels that Obi-Wan laid out on top of his sheets.

“See,” Obi-Wan’s voice almost startles Anakin, so caught up was he. His voice has a breathy quality to it now, and when Anakin glances up at his face, he sees Obi-Wan’s half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. “Nothing to be worried about.”

“I wasn’t worried,” Anakin lies. He pouts when Obi-Wan snorts. “I wasn’t!”

“No, no, of course, you weren’t.” Before Anakin can argue some more, he presses on. “Did you prepare yourself like I told you?”

Anakin flushes a deeper pink. He nods softly. “Yes, Master.”

It was agonizing, trying to sneak away from his crew long enough to finger himself open (“At least three wide and as deep as you can reach.”) and put in the long, tapered plug that Obi-Wan shipped to him. (How he managed to sneak the package in with the regular shipment of rations, medical supplies, and parts, Anakin didn’t know.) For hours, Anakin had to walk, sit, and move through the Resolute, as if there wasn’t a silicon toy in his ass. He only found relief after Obi-Wan had let him to his room with a large hand resting on his lower back and when he excused himself to the washroom to freshen up. As soon as the plug was out, abandoned in the sink (Obi-Wan made him wear it, so he could clean it up.), Anakin missed the stretch and heft of it. Now, he understood why Obi-Wan insisted he wore it.

“Such a good boy,” Obi-Wan praises. Anakin smiles and his dick twitches, getting even harder. “What position do you want to start in?”

Anakin has imagined himself in so many of them with Obi-Wan but the twisting bulge in his hand, and the leaking slit that he can spy underneath, where it's coming out of, have wiped his mind blank.

“What’s easiest for your… uh… for you?”

Obi-Wan grins wolfishly. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, dear.” He leans over and presses a sweet kiss against Anakin’s open mouth. Anakin’s eyelids flutter and he presses closer, moaning lightly. Hunched over uncomfortably, hand around Obi-Wan’s dick and making out with him, Anakin would be happy even if they just spent the rest of the night like this. But Obi-Wan promised all sorts of strange and wonderful things and it seems like he’s intent on doing as many as he can.

“Why don’t you lay back and we can see how it goes from there,” Obi-Wan suggests as he pulls back. A spiderweb-thin string of spit hangs and stretches between them. Anakin can’t take his eyes off of it until it snaps and drips down his chin. It takes him a moment to register what Obi-Wan said but once he does he nods. It takes another moment to let go and pull his hand away from Obi-Wan’s bulge, reluctant as it is to lose Anakin’s pleasurable grasp.

On his back, Anakin realizes just how many towels Obi-Wan has layered onto the usually stiff beds that, even Jedi General, are given. It’s almost plush from all the layers. Anakin wonders whether Obi-Wan had to save up for all these towels, whether he had to consciously plan to use them for this evening, or whether they count as a species accommodation and were provided for him. Anakin hopes it is the latter - that all the bickering at the senate over military funding and taxes ended up funding the towels that Anakin is going to get fucked on. Even if it isn’t, he’s sure that Obi-Wan will get a kick out of it when he tells him what he’s thinking. It can wait until later, though.

Obi-Wan gets to his knees and hovers over Anakin, planting a hand next to his head and smiling down at him.

“Hi,” Anakin whispers and immediately feels silly for doing so. But Obi-Wan just smiles wider.

“Hello,” he replies. “Are you comfortable?”

Anakin nods.

“Alright. Tell me if you want me to stop.” Unlikely, Anakin thinks. He strains his neck to watch as Obi-Wan grabs his bulge, starting at the thick back and sliding his hand towards the tip, holding it steady as he shuffles closer to Anakin’s winking hole.

“Oh,” he gasps when he feels it stroke his hole. He spreads his legs wider, earning him another ‘good boy’ from Obi-Wan, as he presses his bulge into Anakin. At first, it doesn’t want to go in, too content mapping the rest of Anakin’s ass with its blue film. Then, it catches Anakin’s rim, feels how warm and wet and open Anakin is for it, and it starts squirming to get into it. The tip is so thin, only a little thicker than Anakin’s pinky, but it quickly grows in thickness. The cool, watery slick that it produces eases the slide-in.

Obi-Wan stops just shy of pressing all the way in, but Anakin already feels stretched so wide. Unlike his fingers or any toys he’s ever used, Obi-Wan’s bulge keeps moving even while his body is still, flailing and twisting deliciously inside him. Anakin lets out a breathy moan.

“You like that?” Obi-Wan asks, teasingly. Anakin nods. “I knew you would.”

“Shut up,” Anakin whines. Obi-Wan complies, but only because he decides to start thrusting, pulling his hips back until only the first few inches of him are left inside, and then all the way forward, each time getting closer to being fully sheathed in Anakin’s ass.

It’s embarrassing, how quickly Anakin loses the ability to control the words he says or how loudly he says them. How could he be expected to remain poised when Obi-Wan was reaching so deep inside that Anakin thought he always feel empty after tonight? His bulge kept brushing against his prostate and curling back on itself, stretching him even wider. Each motion makes Anakin’s legs shake. He reaches up with his mechohand to tug at Obi-Wan’s hair. His Master moans as he lets Anakin pull him down into a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated, spit bubbling between the corners of their lips. With his free hand, Anakin reaches between their bodies - his warm and mostly hairless, Obi-Wan’s cool and hairy - and wraps his flesh hand, still sticky and slick from touching Obi-Wan’s bulge, around his dick. He moans just at the thought of using Obi-Wan’s precome as lube, much less the actual sensation of it.

Anakin’s moans and little screams of pleasure only increase as Obi-Wan gets rougher. Each thrust is accompanied by wet sounds, as Obi-Wan’s bulge leaks more fluid until it drips out of Anakin’s hole and down his ass when he’s not plugged full. When Obi-Wan finally presses all the way in Anakin’s hole is stretched wider than it’s ever been before. He feels breathless and Obi-Wan sounds breathless as he grinds against Anakin’s ass for a few seconds. The tip of Obi-Wan’s bulge seems to understand that Anakin is teetering on the edge and it presses and undulates against his prostate. It only takes a few more sloppy strokes of his cock and Obi-Wan pressing adoring kisses against his neck and Anakin is crooning as he comes.

He expects Obi-Wan to give him a moment to calm down. Instead, Obi-Wan groans as he watches Anakin come undone and, bizarrely, shuffles toward the edge of the bed, pulling Anakin along with him.

Anakin makes a noise of confusion as he’s dragged but Obi-Wan just shushes him by pressing two fingers into Anakin’s mouth for him to suck. It’s nearly automatic, the way Anakin wraps his lips and tongue around them. He isn’t happy that it’s being used as a silencing tactic but lets Obi-Wan maneuver him until his ass is hanging off the edge, supported by a now-standing Obi-Wan.

Anakin feels better about his comparatively shorter fuse when he realizes how erratic Obi-Wan’s movements have become. His hair is flustered to his face and his eyes glazed over, mouth slightly slack. Still tingly with pleasure, but no longer drowning in it, Anakin feels how wet his ass and the back of his thighs are now. Drops of blue liquid splash out with every thrust. It drips down Obi-Wan’s chest, some drops are even stuck in his beard.

As Obi-Wan’s moans get louder and his thrusts get sloppy, more slick spills out of his bulge. Anakin’s dick twitches and Anakin lazily jerks it. Obi-Wan hunches over Anakin again but now it seems more involuntary. He pants and curses.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Anakin, oh, I’m going to come.”

“Yeah?” Anakin whispers. “You gonna do it inside?”

“Really?” Obi-Wan asks. Inside, Anakin feels his bulge thrashing, pressing against Anakin’s soft and tender walls. He tries clenching around it and Obi-Wan makes the most delicious sounds. “Are you sure?”

Anakin thought he was the romantic, but Obi-Wan sees starstruck at the idea. He nods. “Yes, Master. Please come, I want to feel you.”

Obi-Wan has never agreed to anything Anakin’s said so fast before. The few sweet words are enough in his love-drunk state. A few more minutes of choppy thrusting, his bulge practically twisting itself in knots, and he’s coming, groaning lowly. Instantly, Anakin realizes why Obi-Wan seemed so surprised that he wanted him to come inside.

As Obi-Wan comes, more translucent slick oozes out of every pore of his bulge, even dripping out of his nook. Instead of the steady drip… drip… drip that had been leaking out of him before, now a veritable wave gushes out of Anakin every time either he or Obi-Wan moves. It splashes on the industrial tiled floor of the bedroom, splashing to cover Obi-Wan’s feet, legs, and the edges of the towels. Anakin, also, realizes why Obi-Wan moved them. Drains are in every room on the ship to make the olympian task of cleaning these flying war machines possible. Instead of having to replace an entire mattress, Obi-Wan and Anakin will only have to awkwardly smuggle a few mops into Obi-Wan's room to clean up.

For all the slick that leaks out, more of it stays plugged inside Anakin, as Obi-Wan continues fucking into him and his bulge writhes. Anakin groans in pleasure and pain, as his tummy begins to be pressed taut from all the liquid stuck inside. When Obi-Wan peels his eyes open from where they’ve fluttered shut, the sight of Anakin squirming, filled with come, makes him moan even louder, and another wave of slick pulses out.

It feels like forever and a day of being stretched and filled, but finally, Obi-Wan pulls out. He moves slowly, letting a steady stream of blue genetic material leak out until Anakin is a shaky, moaning mess. His hole twitches and flutters as Obi-Wan’s bulge finally slips out, less firm than it was before, but still moving autonomously. His legs are shaking and he needs Obi-Wan’s shuffle back onto the bed, a trail of blue leaking out of him, staining the towels with each movement.

He pants heavily but looks at Obi-Wan with wide pleading eyes until he crawls onto the bed and lays next to him. Against Anakin’s sweaty skin, his Master’s cool touch is a welcome respite.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin rasps, twisting until he can look Obi-Wan in the eye. He has so many things he wants to say. That was amazing. That was the weirdest fucking thing that I’ve ever done. I want to do it every night. I don’t want to leave you. Let me stay here forever. Instead, he swallows and asks, “How long until we can do that again?”

Obi-Wan barks out a laugh. He reaches for Anakin’s flesh hand, tacky with come, and holds it tenderly. “No need to rush. We have all night, love.”

Anakin wants to say That’s the problem, it’s only for the night. He wants to say I want to bottle this feeling so that I’ll always have it.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

Obi-Wan hums. “Give me until I can walk again and then let you swallow my bulge until you choke.”

Anakin swallows and licks his lip. “Okay,” he says. “Alright. Don’t take too long, then.”

Obi-Wan chuckles and looks at him lovingly. “I’ll do my best, Anakin.”

[bulkyphrase]

Halloween Fic Recs 2023 Week 1: Gen Fic

Happy October! Here are some more scary and/or supernatural stories for your Halloween reading pleasure. This year the lists will be divided up by ship, starting with fics that don't focus on shipping!

the darkness calls us to our doom and we follow to the end by agentx13 (@agentxthirteen) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, General Audiences, 10,274 words)

Summary: A young woman goes missing in the woods; her two friends report ghostly figures in their cabin and voices trying to lure them into the woods. With the park's history of rescue volunteers going missing, Steve and the team are called in to find the woman before a blizzard strikes. What they find is more powerful than they could have imagined. Separated, lost, and hunted, they might not make it out alive. Sequel to we walk the knife edge with the voices of the dead.

One More Tune Before I Die by Arukou (@arukou-arukou) (Gen, Major Character Death, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,646 words)

Summary: On the rocky shore, Tony hears and sees, but he still can't quite believe that his new beach house is haunted.

Wonderful, Wonderful by awesomesockes (@awesomesockes) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Teen And Up Audiences, 1,370 words)

Summary: Steve is excited to be moving into his new apartment. That is, until he meets his eccentric new neighbour: Dr. Anthony Stark, the landlord’s son.

The rest are below the cut!

The Miskatonic Project by copperbadge (@copperbadge) (Gen, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 26,451 words)

Summary: Abraham Erskine may have invented something new with the Serum -- or maybe he re-created something very old. Something...Elder. And now the elect of some very peculiar new heroes are gathering for a fight against horrors they can't even imagine yet...

Something Strange by enigma731 (@enigma731) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,770 words)

Summary: “Heimdall detected a disturbance,” says Thor, “in the mystic energy that lies beneath this city. I’ve been tasked with investigating the threat. It seems the best way to do that is through--infiltration of some Midgardian organization. In light of the recent tensions.” That last sounds vaguely reproachful. Clint blinks, letting this news sink in. “Wait. So what you’re saying is that you need to go undercover. And you want Nat to help you?” Ghosts in New York City would be a perfectly good reason to assemble the Avengers. Too bad that team doesn't exist anymore.

Autumn Ghosts by gloria_scott (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen And Up Audiences, 1,367 words)

Summary: After a mission, the Howling Commandos take refuge in a seemingly abandoned farmhouse - but they may not be alone.

Dollhouse by JinxQuickfoot (@jinxquickfoot) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Mature, 12,236 words)

Summary: The torture bingo card. It was an old joke that had been passed around the SHIELD agents with a darker sense of humor. Phil had disapproved. Fury had pretended not to know. Clint had joined in right away, only to find he had been able to fill out half the squares before the game had even begun, courtesy of a life of bad cards, poor decisions, and worse luck. No one was ever supposed to win. -------------------------------------- The Barton family gets an uninvited guest, and it has no intention of leaving.

A Cesspool of Pure Dread by Lauralot (@lauralot89) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, Teen And Up Audiences, 4,783 words)

Summary: Rumlow doesn't have time for his teammates' idiocy on STRIKE missions. Or ghosts. He doesn't have time for ghosts either.

I Can't Believe It's Vampire Cap! by Linedragon (Sameshima_Shuzumi) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Teen And Up Audiences, 2,627 words)

Summary: Steve seemed less traumatized-mad-vampire than... truant schoolboy. "There wasn't much difference in body temperature. Perceptually." "Fascinating," said Bruce, trying to keep his science-boner down. "I got bored. And then I learned how to astral-project." The implications dawned, so to speak. "OH MY GOD," Tony screamed.

If I Was Gonna Haunt Somebody, It Would Be You by Linedragon (Sameshima_Shuzumi) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, General Audiences, 20,507 words)

Summary: A creepy house they can't leave. A blond giant who can't stay. A promise that they'll be fine if they stick together. One little problem: his name's not Bucky.

Labyrinth by Mikkeneko (@mikkeneko) (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 68,212 words)

Summary: A strange metaphysical disturbance has taken over an isolated rural town, and it's up to the Avengers to find out what's happening and stop it before it engulfs the rest of the country. And get out alive -- if they can.

Headshots by punahukka (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Mature, 1,597 words)

Summary: “Steve, you’ve seen these before?” “Yeah. A Hydra experiment to reuse dead troops. Tested it on civilians as well.”

Shadowplay by SummerKnight717 (Gen, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Mature, 14,025 words)

Summary: Stephen Strange is used to bad surprises. But the worst, he has to admit, is this. When Tony Stark stumbles into the Sanctum Sanctorum with terrible news, the Sorcerer Supreme finds himself faced with a disaster that even he cannot set right...but he must.

All-American Afterlife by Zekkass (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, General Audiences, 4,983 words)

Summary: Bucky's been haunting Steve since he fell off the train.

The Haunting of Captain America by celeste9 (@serceleste) (Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, General Audiences, 2,309 words)

Summary: Steve's being haunted by the ghost of his best friend. The other Avengers find out.

[therulerofallpotatos]

This poll ends on Thursday evening because that's when I intend to draft the post. I cannot be staying until midnight anymore.

Wednesday's fic was Blood of the Covenant!

This week's fic is Designated Dick Dealer:

As part 3 of Just a Couple of Teenage Tearaways and the fic written as a direct response to the Kalvin Clein photo shoot: Fall Break

Summary (pending. subject to change post editing): Wednesday decided to spend fall break with Tyler instead of going back to New Jersey or remaining in the dorms. She had little intention of leaving his bed for nearly the entirety of it.

What Tyler needed to learn was that he wasn't allowed to leave it either.

For the Body Worship Kink Bingo Square: Designated Dick Dealer

I don't have an official summary yet so here's a draft and my outline:

(Pending) Summary: Mayor Walker's funeral was a somber affair for most involved. Wednesday, however, couldn't keep her eyes off of Tyler because Tyler was wearing black for the first time in the short time she'd known him. If he was trying to seduce her, it was incredibly effective.

Outline: [Tyler is in black at a funeral and it drives Wednesday insane. She drags him to the woods immediately. Perhaps a break will provide the clarity she needs and she really wants to suck his cock. Body worship/cock worship ensues]

[andywinter16]

Hello again! I say bingo! date night with Libertus and Nyx! Thank you very much in advance! :D

 Hi again! @stars-chan :D Uuuuu, I had some cute ideas for these boys and their date nights! Let´s dig in :D (also hope you don´t mind that I made the reader neutral? I just want everyone to enjoy :) ) I am also sorry, it took me so long ( work and other projects kept me away) 

galadh words used: 

*alowene - heart of hearts

tewe týchy - my luck

tewe selenaís- my moon

Libertus Ostium: Little Galadh echoed laughter of it´s inhabitants. In the air was happiness that was´t felt since the fall of Galadh. It was magnificent sight to whoever found it´s way down there. Whole district lighted up with colours of a banners, air saturated with exotic perfumes and spices. The refugees of Galadh dressed in their homeland colourful garb, hairs styled into intricated braids. Merchants were shouting from their stalls to attract customers, lively as ever those people of Ramuh. You were so fascinated with the Rain´s festival, you stumbled over and started to fall down. Luckily two strong hands covered in scars catched you first.

 “Well, look at you, I just turn over for a sec and you´re off somewhere!” teased lightly, his warm breath brushes over your neck. “I am sorry Lib, it´s just ... I never saw Little Galadh so alive before. Also” you turn around in his tender embrace,” you look so stunning in your celebration garb, how would I not fall ?” you winked. Libertus cheeks turned dusty pink. Nobody would believe you, If you told them that this man blushed so easily at your genuine compliments or act of kindness. He kissed your forehead softly, adoration obvious in his stormy eyes. “ Then what are we waiting for alowene, the night is too young. I want to show you all that Rain´s festival has to offer.” 

He lets you go from his embrace, and puts his arm around your waist. Always so protective of his precious. Lib let´s you lead to whatever stall catches your interest first. He was mesmerized when your eyes lit up like a child in toy store when you were trying something new. Your mood was so contagious, Libertus wasn´t even grumbling much, when some food wasn´t completely authentic. There was also lot of festival games like water rings, pin the coeulr´s tail or hidden marlboro. Lib excelled especially at the last one, from which he won you a big plushy Marlboro. You dubbet it affectionaly Libertus the Second. At his raised eyebrow you just simply explained: “When you´re not home with me I get lonely , so I could at least cuddle him” Lib envelops you in needy hug, glarings slightly at the plushie. “Now now tewe týche, you have a real deal right there” You laugh at his antic, kissing his temple softly. 

Libertus then took you on one of the bigger terrace in the district. It was around midnight. There were prepared comfy chairs for spectators for whatever show was suppose to happen. (You had some idea) Lib sat down pulling you with him into his lap. His warm was comforting in the chilly night. “And now for the best part.” Like from another world sparkly fireworks began to appear in the sky. You were so mesmerised by the sight of the lights. Libertus felt tug at his heart when he watched you, he shall cherish this moment till his last breath.

Nyx Ulric: “Nyx,” you whispered” why are we again sneaking around the halls of the citadel on our date night”? your silly boy flashed you a mischievous grin. You were currently hidding in one of the niches behind heavy baldachin. When the Crownsguards passed by your spot Nyx took your hand and lead you to the jammed door. It leads to dimly lighted hallway lined with paintings. “Nyx, seriously what are you planning, you goofball?” you were naturally curious. 

For these past few weeks Nyx was either deployed on frontlines or busy with other Kingsglaive duties (and let´s be honest having to work extra shifts for insubordination). You knew what you were getting into,no one really said it wouldn´t be easy. You felt like at some point that maybe he was avoiding you. What if he had found someone else? Those ugly thoughts flodded your mind, even though you knew they were silly. Nyx blessed be his hearth and intuition, stops in his tracks. “Tewe selenaís, what is wrong?” he scoops you closer, your forehead touching in a familiar gesture. “Nyx, it´s ... nevermind, just me being silly with my thoughts” you cares gently his scarred face. He doesn´t buy it in slightest. Instead Nyx pushed the door open, revealing hidden gem inside the walls of Citadel, the royal gardens. It catches your breath away. “Oh, and there I thought it was me, who stealth your breath away.” he grins like a cheshire cat, crashing your lips together. “Now come on, I didn´t bribe Luche with my chocolate, just for nothing” grumbles a little. The thought of Nyx parting with his chocolate and giving it to Luche was so amusing. ( Luche was well known for his sweet tooth, especially for chocolate)  You went hand in hand with Nyx through the beautiful well kept garden. The path was lined with many deciduous trees mainly beeches, oaks, elms some of which you didn´t even recognize. The air was full of fragrance from the various flowers that grew here. Nyx pointed at one of the flowers that catched your attention “ That´s hydrangea, it is native flower on our islands. Galadh is perhaps inhospitable, but these thrive there like no other”  he explained briefly. Your walk ended at little pond whose surface glittered like jewels in the moonlight. Around him were lovely ducks sleeping.

“Please, have a seat sweetheart”  he softly smiles and gestures to blanket with pillows. It was lighted with candles, plates were full of delicious food and on the sides were prepared glasses with beverages. “Nyx, that´s ... oh my god, I am  truly speechless. You put so much effort into it, love”  Nyx treated you with a blissful smile. You both dined in silence, enjoying each other's presence.

“I hope whatever plagued your mind is gone” he started sheepishly” I know these few weeks I wasn´t the perfect boyfriend for you. I was scared Y/N, every damn  time i left your embrace for a war, I was afraid i wouldn't come back to you. I had to get it right in my head first. And it was thanks to my friends that I didn't make the worst decision of my life.” The kiss he gave you was different from the previous ones, he put all his love and adoration into it. You melted into him, every dark thought forgotten. You then laid on the blanket and looked at the stars, hugging each other lovingly. Because these moments are worth any hardship.

[dsumpsbluey]

Unofficial Bluey Timeline: An Introduction

For the past few weeks, I’ve been working on a super top-secret project with the thought of, “What if Bluey could be sorted onto a linear timeline? This would definitely solve all the world’s biggest questions”.  What benefits does sorting all 150+ episodes of Bluey do? Absolutely nothing, but it makes me feel better so I’m doing it. 

But first, a word...

This timeline is completely based from my observations of each episode, and while I am open to any outside opinions, most of what makes this timeline will be up to me. Because of this, the timeline isn’t meant to be taken by literal value. This timeline is simply made for fun and appreciation of the show. It’s up to you the viewer on whether or not you want to believe in my interpretation.

With that out the way, let’s discuss how this works. 

I watch an episode, note any details from either the setting or script, and use those details to determine where this episode would occur in the timeline. Posts will be made weekly every Friday at 12 pm. Each post will contain details for 4 or 5 episodes. At the end of every season, there will be a compiling post that firmly sets where every episode gets placed within the main timeline. And as extra fun, I’ll attempt to define what real-life timeframe these episodes would occur.

If there are any updates to the timeline, I will use indents like this to mark any new findings.

Within the main timeline, there are three separating periods. These periods are based on the ages of both Bluey and Bingo, with Period 1 being the start of the series where Bluey was established as 6, and Bingo as 4. As of the recent episode of this posting, "TV Shop”, both Bluey and Bingo have aged up by one year in the main show (7 and 5). That makes up Period 3, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

**The Rules:**

The episode order we’ll be following will be that of the original Australian airing order. Because of this, each episode reviewed will be that of the original Australian versions, meaning those lousy edits those darn people at Walt Disney Company tm©®, don’t count.

Episodes will by default be lined up on the timeline adjacent to one another (Ep 1 -> Ep 2 -> Ep 3). Unless there is substantial evidence within an episode that seems to suggest a different or locked position, episodes will be set as such. Given the generalized time setting for most episodes, they could technically happen at anytime, so to keep things simple we have this rule. If a scenario were to occur where an episode _could _take place after a future episode, I’ll likely place them after said episode. Why? Cuz unless specified, it doesn’t do much change; also it makes the timeline a tad more interesting.

Episodes will be placed based on their plots in the present. That means no flash backs/forwards will influence the timeline in any way.

The Bluey Timeline will strictly follow the events of the main show, which rules out content from other media, like books, music, and even shorts. The ONLY exception to this rule is the “Bluey’s Big Play”.

Every post for the Unofficial Bluey Timeline will be tagged with #Bluey_UTime to differentiate with any common posts/reblogs made here. Comments can be left either on posts or through the Ask on my homepage. See you Friday.

[olive2read]

10 Things for 2023

thanks for the tag @cinnaluminum!

A fic idea you want to write (or read): I legit have a whole file of these. I think I wanna go more general with this one and say I want to write the ideas that call to me and see where we go.

A place you want to go: Maui! I’ve never been and my bff is moving there in a couple weeks 🏝️

A book you want to read: I read Gideon the Ninth way back when it came out and LOVED it, rec’d it all over the place. I bought HtN and NtN but haven’t read either of them 😅 so they’re the first things that pop into my head. Also the final book in the seven flavours of batman (aka psychopaths need love too) series I’ve been enjoying!

Something fun you want to do: grab the dog and go camping! we haven’t camped in ages.

Something you want to make: I wanna make a podfic bingo card but for podfics to listen to.

A habit you want to start: I have a huge list tbh. my goal for 2023 is to try a few at a time and see how they feel. Once it warms up, I’d like to start with bike commuting.

Something new you want to try: voice lessons! I’ve always wanted to, so why not? 😌

Something you want to finish from 2022: [weeps in Mt WIP] … tbh I don’t have that many unfinished projects from 2022. last year was tough for me creatively, tho I made some of my best work. I think the biggest thing I want to finish is from 2021 — my SW/Venom/BU massive multivoice pod.

Something you want to stop doing: paying for stuff & services I’m not using.

Something you want to keep doing: swimming! I got back into swimming in 2022 and it’s been too cold to contemplate doing it for the past couple months but I definitely wanna get back in the water!

[aimmyarrowshigh]

For the fanfic asks for the New Year, 1, 9, 11, 18, and 20.

1. Do you have a word-count goal for the upcoming year?

In an IDEAL world, 372,000, but I know I won't be anywhere close to that. I think a realistic goal is more like 250,000, which gives me plenty of days off or days not hitting 1k -- my goal is generally 1k/day between all of my various projects (drabbles + whatever WIP of the moment) but sometimes I only drabble. Sometimes I just don't feel like writing. I'm trying to maintain my 2022 energy of not beating myself up too much about that.

9. Short term goals… what do you hope to complete this week or in January?

This week, I want to do daily drabbles, finish my Bucky Barnes Bingo Round 4 card, and add at least 2k to each my Shrinkyclinks WIP and my Steve/Joyce. I'd love to finish and post Steve/Joyce this month, but I'm not sure how long it's going to end up being... I've mapped out enough writing days on it this month to account for it ballooning to 20k, but god I hope it's shorter than 20k. I also want to write the first of my Patreon thank-you 5k stories this month, ideally.

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Hmm... I really don't tend to intentionally write many tropes per se, except for A/B/O, and sometimes I write cabinfic. I think I might want to try to write a mystery/casefic for either Leverage or Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries if I can think of an idea for one that wouldn't make more sense to just write as an original story? Otherwise, I feel like at this point I know my niche: quiet character studies with a weird amount of food in them.

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method? 

HA, HAHAHA, HA... HA. Um. Well. I tend to post multi-chapters as I write and then I never post the last chapter(s)? So I should. Change that. I'm determined to finish all of my Shrinkyclinks WIP before I start to post so that I DON'T just leave it hanging without a final chapter (again) like I do (most) other things. I have no fucking idea how I wrote 10k chapters ever-other day and posted MYEYNL as I was writing it? Like I truly have no idea how I did that? Yeah, I'd written a good 150k of the story before I started to post, but that's STILL a hundred fucking thousand words that I wrote as I posted. HOW? WHY CAN'T I DO IT ANYMORE? I feel like the answer is "I wasn't yet medicated" and while that was good for wordcount, it was Bad for Everything Else.

20. Any plans to work on original fiction this year?

If I don't say yes, then a combination of my own guilt, @reachmouse, and @dracosollicitus will probably eat me. Also my dad will yell at me more, because he's never not yelling at me about wasting my time doing anything other than working on original writing.

I don't know. I feel like it's stupid for me to have, like, goals or hopes or dreams, so I... don't? Anymore? I used to want to be a published author so badly that I cried about it every day and made myself sick over it and beat myself up so much if I didn't write daily, and now I'm just like... if it were meant to happen, it would have happened already because I'm Old As Hell and my writing Isn't Popular, so ::shrug::

I mean, I'll work on my shit, but I'm not actually like... expecting it to matter. I don't know. That sounds dire. I don't mean it direly. I just mean it like this:

[polizwrites]

WIP Update - 9 Aug 2023

Another ridiculously productive writing week!   I touched 7 fics (2 WIPs & 5 new works)  for a total of  4861 words - almost half of which were on a single fic!

On Ao3, I posted:

Falling For You - No Powers Skydiver AU featuring meet-cute(ugly) Stony and Sam and Rhodey as co-conspirators.

Preparations - Infinity War missing scene - Bucky POV

WinterIron Bingo Round One - August Round Robin - No Powers AU with Tattoo Artist!Bucky and client (investor?)!Tony - featuring mutual pining.

On Tumblr I posted:

Braking Their Fall - Sam POV of the events of Falling For You .

I have  20 semi-active WIPs  😬 with my  current  deadlines being the Tony Stark This or That, Hot Bucky Summer and Stony AUgust events, which all wrap at the end of August.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

Hot Bucky Summer [BBE_HBS]  (Ends Aug 30) 

Another @buckybarnesevents  event, this time with weekly smexy prompts.  My goal is to complete at least two fics/chapters per month for this challenge and have actually filled/will fill three of the 4 weeks for June and July so far.  

Week Ten - “Long Day at Work?” + Massages/Back Rubs – Squeezed a variation of this into the end of Chapter 4 of Technicalities which posted this morning, It came in at 1227 words and gets us heading somewhere spicy for this pair!

Week Eleven -  “Give me a color” + Green/Red/Yellow – This works well with the upcoming Chapter Three  of   Finding Something Fresh -  Beta!Sub!Bucky   and omega!Dom!Steve work on pre-scene negotiations.  It is crossing over with SVB Comforting Insecurity - it’s  drafted at 1162 words and will post on 11 Aug.

Week Twelve - “Who’s My ___”+ Good Boy -   I think this will work well with Chapter 5 of Technicalities, which goes back to Steve POV. This would post 8/18 or 8/23.

Week Thirteen -  FREE WEEK - another previous prompt use - Week None’s “How do you want me?” + Tied Down  crossing over with SVB  Tied to A Bed, ACB Sex Toys and CABB Licking Lips squares for Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh. This chapter would post either 8/25 or 8/30 and I’ve got 742 words toward it so far.

Tony Stark This or That [TSTOT_23] (Ends 31 Aug)

Excited to see this event (hosted by @tstot ) come back!  When you sign up, you get a card with 10  prompts  in pairs  - so to complete the card, you create five fanworks.   I have two prompts posted and two ideas so far.

* 1a - Love Letters  brainstormed with  @somesortofitalianroast and  Meg during the  @buckybarnesbingo  Discord party and will be combining this with my BBB  Fireplace prompt for a  1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic where they discover that someone’s writing them both the same love letters.   Started poking at this and have 129 words towards a minimum 600 due by th end of the month.

4b - Disaster - Posted Chapter One of Falling For You last Friday This fic crosses over with CABB Skydiver AU and Week 1 of Stony AUgust - Profession. Rhodey talks Tony into trying out skydiving - Sam and Steve are the instructors for their tandem jumps, but things don’t go quite as planned. Chapter One came in 1129 words and sparked a remix ficlet as well!

5b - Banter -- Chapter Two of Falling For You filled this prompt nicely, along with CABB Black Eye and TSTOT Banter and SAUB Broken Bone. As you can tell from the prompts, the jump wasn't a complete success, but the fic has a happy ending anyways! Chapter 2 came in at 1125 words and posted on Saturday.

Stony AUgust (Ends 31 Aug)

This weekly prompt challenge is run as a part of the @stonyauniverse bingo, but you don’t have to be participating in the bingo to play along!

Week 1 - Profession - Chapter One of Falling For You - see TSTOT Disaster above.

Week 2 - Time Period -- crossing over with my SAUB AU: Pirate and TSB Historical prompts for a Pirate Captain!Steve/kidnapped!Tony fic - I'm 608 words in and hope to wrap this up around 1k total - tho I suspect it will go multi-chapter. 😕

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep)

I’ve got sixteen completed fics, three WIPs and  will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo  Challenge for Row 5.   “Man, shut the hell up!”, Alpha Bucky Barnes, James Rhodes, Humping, Competitive Idiocy

* N2 - Sex Toys - Filling this with Chapter 4 of Finding Something Fresh - see HBS Week 13 above.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated.  (possibly present day)

* G2 - Nesting - This works with the upcoming Chapter 5 of Sugar-Coated Pill where Bucky and Tony finally get together. I’m combining it with my TSB “Are you there yet?” and WIB Blowjob squares. It’s sitting at 1229 words and will post sometime in August.

* G3 - Established Relationship - planning to fill this with Chapter 2 of   Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole   - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at  52 words.  I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.  

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - Wrote a remix of  Falling For You from Sam's POV as a crossover with @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: [#FFF212 Gotta Go Fast]. Braking Their Fall came in at 607 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have four fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps, Bucky Barnes and Captain Bottom bingo!

* B4 - Natasha Romanoff -  Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where  SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky?  this idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - possible expansion of A Rising Star

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have twelve fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Along with crossfilling against my other bingos,  I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.   (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* N1 - Bucharest –  I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance -  where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.  

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - This will come into play in Chapter 6 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, where Bucky figures out what making love really means, with Tony's help. It's crossing over with BBB KINK: Gentle Sex and is up to 221 words.

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB  Volunteering Together square.  

* G5 - Manhattan - used this for the WinterIron Bingo Round One - August Round Robin fic - No Powers AU with Tattoo Artist!Bucky & client/investor!Tony. It posted yesterday - my part came in at 377 words.

* O2 - Blowjob -  Chapter 5 of   A Sugar-Coated Pill – see ACB Nesting above.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1]   (Ends 22 Dec)

Seven fills, three WIPs and a couple of ideas.

* A1 - Harem - crossover with CABB Secret/Forbidden Relationship - Bucky and shrimpy!Steve are both concubines - they love each other more than their lored.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse  - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast😁  Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.  

* B3 - Tied to a Bed –  Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh - see HBS Week 13 😁

* B5 - Comforting Insecurity - Chapter Three  of   Finding Something Fresh - see HBS Week 11.

* D4 - Edging - Probably Chapter Five of  Technicalities.

* Aug Monthly Prompt: Shy Bucky – filling this with Chapter Four of   Technicalities - see HBS Week 10.

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got  eleven fills,  two WIPs,   and a couple more Vague ideas.

*B2 - KINK: Seduction Mission - might add a new chapter to Card Sharks - where Sam/Natasha and Steve finish what they started to get Bucky onboard for a poly partnership.

* U1 - Never the fall that kills you -  I’ve got a WinterIron hanahaki fic idea for this that I want to play with.

* U3 - Fireplace -  see TSTOT Love Letters above

* C2 - Yelena Belova–   The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik,  (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1100 words (400-ish of which are mine).  

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment.  😕

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* Y1 - Gentle Sex - In-progress Chapter 6 of Sugar-Coated Pill – see WIB Eye Contact During Sex.

* Y2 - [image: IW Bucky with the good hair] - Finally posted Preparations to Ao3! It's an A:IW missing scene set between the time that T’Challa and Okoye come for Bucky and the moment he sees Steve again, crossing over with a A Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF198 What Comes Next]. It came in at 323 words.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things -   using this for Chapter 4 of   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun  - it’s sitting at  116 words at the moment.    

* May Adopted - Insomnia - finally got this filled with The Dead of Night, which also filled last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF211 An Old Friend] along with my JBB FREE square. It came in at 317 words and will post to Ao3 before this event ends.

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7  - [TSB_R7]   (ends 15 Feb)

Five fills and two WIPs, with a couple of ideas in play.  

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of   Never More to Go Astray ?  

* S4 - “Are you there yet?”   -upcoming Chapter 5 of Sugar-Coated Pill – see ACB Nesting above

* T1 - “Tony, no. Tony, yes!” - filled this with the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - July Round Robin- Tony feels badly about having missed an Assemble call; turns out that’s not all he missed. My part came in at 302 words and I added a finale for a total of 616 (heh) words.

* T5 - Shawarma - possible crossover with SAUB Canon Divergence – Battle of New York-related?

* A2 - KINK: Concubine - possible crossover with SAUB Gentle Dom and HBS Week 12.

* A4 - Historical - see Stony AUGust Week 2: Time Period above.

* R1 - Animal Transformation - DemonPanda shared a fun prompt on the WIB server - Tony as a short-haired werewolf who needs to cuddle his pack members for warmth.

* R4 - Playing Games - filled this with my part of the Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - June Round Robin– where Bucky and Tony suggest a scavenger hunt at the Sanctum Sanctorum. My part came in at 327 words. 

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins -  this will probably cross over with my Stony AUniverse AU: Crack square as I have a semi-silly idea for it, inspired by seeing a T shirt of mine in a mirror.

Stony AUniverse Bingo  [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod!   Two fills, three WIPs and several  crossover ideas already!

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB   Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see ACB Established Relationship

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy -  CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* T4 - AU: Canon Divergence - see TSB Shawarma above.

* N1 - AU: Spy -  I want to expand on/add backstory to  Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight from the Stony Drabbles challenge earlier.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - crossover with CABB Royal Knight?

* N3 - Gentle Dom - see TSB KINK: Concubine above

* N4 - AU: Pirate - see Stony AUgust Week 2: Time Period above.

* Y5 - Broken Bone - Chapter Two of Falling For You - see TSTOT Banter above.

Captain (America) Bottom Bingo - Round 2 [CABB] (ends 28 Feb 2024)

I forgot I signed up for a 3x3 card for this bingo until it dropped into my mailbox on Tuesday! 😁 At any rate, I’ve already got several crossover ideas and one WIP - waiting on a square swap.

* A1 - Licking Lips - Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh - see HBS Week 13

* A2 - Secret/Forbidden Relationship - see SVB Harem

* A3 - AU: Skydiver - Chapter One of Falling For You- see TSTOT Disaster.

* B3 - Royal Knight - see SAUB Mutual Pining.

* C2 - Black eye - Chapter Two of Falling For You - see SAUB Broken bone.

Post July Break Bingo  [JBB_23p] (Ends Apr? 2024)

@julybreakbingo is running another event to tide participants over with a 2x3 non-fandom-specific card - I got mine earlier this week and am checking it over for potential crossovers.

B2 - Character's personality is split into two different beings -- I've never played with Bucky & the Soldier being two different people, but this seems like the perfect opportunity! Will see what might be a good crossover on BBB or WIB (or even SVB)

C1 - Touch Starved -- another good fit for a Bucky-centric fic. (either Steve or Tony)

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  - [WFB]   (no end date)

I got my card from  @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it  - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

 * O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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