#though i might post snippets here and there. i don't think it should be a huge issue

[winslowleachthecomposer]

HOME FROM THE CONCERT UH. SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN THE FAUST CANTATA I POSTED A PICTURE OF EARLIER I probably shouldn't say whom for legal reasons even though technically I didn't sign an NDA or anything but I don't want to kill my chances at this opportunity and I'm not sure if he's on this platform or not so I might delete this post later but I need somewhere to gush I can't contain myself. ANYWAY

Bad news is I may or may not have given the entire stack of originals to his talent agent. The only part of the score I have a carbon copy of is the overture. I'm going to have to rewrite the rest from scratch. This is fine *:)

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

mixed messages | r. sukuna

✮  tags ; gn + afab!reader, unhealthy relationships, not cheating but reader flirts with gojo while tipsy for fun, undefined relationships, fingering / making out, jealousy, modern!sukuna, sukuna and yuuji r brothers 18+

✮ wc ; 2k

✮  a/n ; a snippet / extension of my modern sukuna post for @arguablyferal. i hope it gives a clear-ish idea of what he's like!!

some more like. relationship explanation in an authors note at the end.

✮  synopsis ; you've never been able to get a good read on him. would he really come to a party just to keep you from flirting with another guy ?

somehow you doubt it.

He's hitting on you.

Gojo is, you think. Though you can't be sure since it feels...a little conceited to believe that a guy like that suddenly developed a genuine interest in you. You can think of a couple reasons he would hit on you, all of them to do with getting on Sukuna's last nerve in their never-ending rivalry.

But it's weird because it doesn't really feel like he's just messing around. As in, it doesn't seem like it's just for that reason.

You know Gojo. Not as close as Shoko or Getou might but enough to comfortably call yourself a distant friend. A little more than acquaintance but less then close.

He's facetious—melodramatic, really—totally by design. By necessity, some of it is an act, but you're good enough at reading him to know what's playful and what's not.

That's why you think that Gojo is really hitting on you. He's using the fact Sukuna, your...whatever, isn't here attending with you. He was supposed to be here but he flaked last minuted on coming with you. You ended up taking Yuuji and his friends though, anyhow.

You're letting him do it. He's serious about hitting on you, and he probably knows you're not very serious about returning his feelings.

But you're entertaining it, despite yourself.

Everyone you know is looking the other way while it happens too. Gojo is leaned close, sitting next to you in a plastic chair, and you're just a little bit buzzed. Humid summer air warms your skin, makes you want to sink into the night.

You're not touching, but you're too close for not-quite-friends. Gojo edges on touchy. A soft nudge here and there, the kind of proximity you shouldn't have. Gojo is a breath away, sober because he doesn't like alcohol.

And he's super friendly, which is nice.

A beat of silence settles between you as the night rolls in a little heavier.

Gojo says you what you assume he's been thinking about all night, without any real introduction.

"You should break up with him," He says, just over a can of soda with a kind of sincerity that makes you restless. You feel your nerves flip.

Your mouth moves before your mind has a chance to fill in the answer. You laugh. "I know."

"You're really too good for him, tsk," Gojo laments, clicking his teeth. Playful again, using just enough drawback so that you don't suffocate in the honesty. You shouldn't entertain this but the attention is nice. "And gosh, you're so much more fun without that dark cloud hanging around you, y'know"

You giggle unconsciously at the thought of Sukuna as a dark cloud. Big and broad with a deep voice—it's an astute comparison. Shaking your head, you give him a playful glance. "Am I really more fun? I feel like I'm not as good a conversationalist as a certain someone,"

Gojo smiles at you proudly. "I'm having fun at least."

You close your eyes and take another, much longer drink. "Yeah, me too."

"If you know you can do better, why bother with him? I figure that bastard might be holding you hostage but," He's serious again, brows raised. "You've got more options, you know?"

You shrug, absently. You don't know the answer yourself. It's one thing that Sukuna never quite lets you leave but it's another thing you come back to him every time. You settle on your reply with closed eyes then laugh a little too loud. Gojo doesn't startle.

"Who knows? But you know, thank you anyway. It's good to have options. Maybe it'll knock some sense into me,"

Friendly again. He's a nice guy you think.

"If it doesn't, make sure to give me a call. I'm pretty great too, y'know."

You give him a lighthearted smile.

It's hard to hear much over the loud thump of music. You're not very in touch with your surroundings and the pleasant air around you all but swallows you.

It takes you a minute. Longer than you care to admit, to realize that someone is approaching you. Even longer to realize who.

Sukuna is looming over you and Gojo when you finally look up.

"Having fun?"

You blink, pulling away to make sure you're hearing correctly. Sinking back into your chair, your eyes flicker up to whats casting shadow overhead. His voice almost bellows, deep and coarse but not loud.

"I thought you weren't coming," Is all you can think to say. Sukuna rolls his eyes.

"Yeah. I thought so too,"

He doesn't ask you to get up as much as he tugs you towards him. He's careful not to pull too hard but you come up still on a stumble, drink still in hand, and face in his chest. Your heart thumps, embarrassed by the sudden warmth. His hand sits on your lower back and suddenly there's a conversation happening overhead.

"Quit sticking your nose where it doesn't belong," He spits. He's talking to Gojo you realize.

"Be careful there, nii-san. You're gonna make it seem like you care."

Sukuna tenses under you before he relaxes again - rolling his eyes. He's not happy about it but you can hear that he's trying not to let it show.

"Stay out of it." Sukuna demands. Gojo whistles.

"Sure, sure. You two have fun there."

Sukuna turns you around like that, your face still in his chest as he drags you away. You hear Gojo laugh faintly as you walk further away from the crowd.

__

You don't really get any explanation from Sukuna as he packs you and himself in the backseat of his car.

He's quiet the entire walk there, and the air is so heavy your lungs can't find a breath around it. He doesn't say anything to you even as he opens the back door. He tells you to get in but doesn't show any emotion you discern.

Instead you end up laying in the backseat with Sukuna over you - cramped as his tongue slips all the way into your mouth and his hands grab your waist. All too sudden, without any ceremony at all.

You kiss back because he's being so suffocating and it's all you can think to do to appease him. As soon as he lets you breathe, you put a hand on his chest and push him away.

You make eye contact but he still hasn't said a word. "Are you mad?"

He sneers. "You tell me,"

He ducks down again to kiss you and you let him this time, doing your best to gauge what exactly he's thinking. You know he's upset, rather - but it's weird. Something is different about it.

His mouth is hot as he hands slide underneath your shirt further- his knees keeping your legs apart as his thigh presses against your clothed sex. You shiver, moaning into his mouth and Sukuna swallows the noise. Gasping, you pull back again.

"All you do is piss me off you brat," He tugs your lip back between his incisors as he speaks, voice bordering on a snarl. "You should know better than to cozy up to that idiot."

You squirm. "I wasn't cozying—"

"You think I'm fucking stupid? Think I don't got eyes to see with?" And then, like he's predicting your next question. "Yuuji texted me."

"And you came?" You stop, keeping him from going any further. "You came 'cause Yuu-chan sent you a picture of me and Gojo-kun....?"

He ignores your question. "Take your pants off,"

You make a face at him but oblige, hands unbuttoning your jeans as Sukuna practically tugs you out of them and your panties in one go. He sits back up on his legs and maneuvers carefully to keep his hands between your thighs. His middle finger runs through your slit, palm putting pressure on your clit.

He's rushing more than normal, mouth crushing yours again in a kiss so heavy it makes you gasp. You feel like you're imagining it but each time you pull back - his teeth sink into your lips until they're throbbing from how hard he's bitten them up.

He's possessive. Always has been. He's territorial over you in one way or another over everything, but it's usually only when you threaten to leave. There's a merit to what Gojo said about keeping you held down. But even in that, there's never any emotion stronger than annoyance to follow your little tantrums. You wouldn't call what you feel now desperation by any stretch.

But it's something more then simple possession and it makes you ache.

"I wasn't gonna do anything with him." You say half-way between a breath. You see his jaw tick with irritation at the mere thought. "It was just for fun—"

He quiets you with his fingers. With his hands, rough - spitting hard on your clit from where above making it splatter against your thighs. His fingers fingers the thick layer of spit and drag them down against your throbbing clit to make it wetter. He touches you hard and fast, places kisses against your jaw and collar before sinking his teeth into the clothed shape of your tits.

His fingers find your pussy not long after. Thick, scarred, intrusive - he slips them in one at a time. As much as he knows you can take until he touches that spot inside of you that leaves your whole body tingling. Knuckle deep, he presses his palms up against your clit to make sure you have the right friction. You moan his name loud, eyes rolling up into your head,

The windows are starting to fog.

"Sukuna,"

He grabs hold of your face with free hand, bordering on a snarl. It's mean you think, but more then that there's a genuine frustration to it that makes you shiver almost shamefully.

"You're mine." He sneers. You feel your cunt twitch unhelpfully at but Sukuna doesn't budge. Doesn't even go to make fun of you He just keeps growling, leaning in to kiss you - forcing his tongue into your mouth and pulling away again. "Get close with that bastard and I'll kill him."

Your stomach flutters in arousal at the aggression in it. The unreasonable, unhelpful, trained part of your brain nearly screams. He wants you, he wants you, he wants. It makes you wanna—

"G-gonna—gonna cum, fuck, Sukuna."

He kisses you again, murmuring against your lips. "Cum,"

Your thighs clamp around Sukuna's wrists as he continues to finger you, grinding yourself the edge of his palm as you ride out your high. Your voice pitches into a high whine, spine arching. It's rushed but intense, scratching the itch but not enough to tamp down the heat completely. You squirt around his fingers in a full blown gasp and find you can barely get your head above water.

You cum hard, convulsing. He doesn't move his hand until you grab him by the wrist and shake your head. Surprisingly, he listens easily and pulls away.

You pause and stare at him after you've caught your breath.

"What's wrong with you today?"

"Stay the fuck away from that guy."

You roll your eyes. "He's right. It's starting to sound like you love me or something. I wasn't gonna sleep with him anyway so chill out."

He scoffs. "Don't even fucking dream of it. I'd kill you both."

You take a second to look at him. You can't read him to save your life. But he's looking back at you, into you maybe, in a way that makes you wonder if there's something about him you're missing. You wrap your arms around his neck just to see if he'll tell you to stop clinging.

He doesn't though.

"Did you really come all the way here 'cause of what Yuu-chan sent you?"

He glares at you. "Are you deaf? Didn't I say that?"

"But then it sounds like you were jealous."

He rolls his eyes. "You're stupid."

"....You were jealous? Really?"

"Shut up already," He says. And maybe it's the alcohol but you swear his face goes warm. "And seriously stay away from that idiot. If I see some shit like that again I'm locking you in the house and chaining you to my bed."

"Weird proposal but okay."

"Dumbass."

"You love me,"

He rolls his eyes and goes to kiss you. Doesn't deny it, you notice. You pretend not to be giddy.

"Whatever."

✮ extended authors note ; hi!! i hope sukunas personality made sense here.

my point with sukuna in modern is that i think it takes away a lot of his unsavory aspects but the deep sense of possession and ownership sort of stays. this is a modern au so he's different from canon in many ways.

he has a hard time committing but he also does not do things he doesnt want to so him spending time with you and wanting your loyalty are both genuine desires. he understands why you're entertaining gojo's flirting and rationally knows it's unfair to want loyalty from you.

but he's into you so he gets. fucking pissed anyway. skjsjd. anyways i hope u liked it and i hope it made sense!! i just wanted to add this incase!!!

[dresshistorynerd]

Roughly 10 Cool Historical Queer Figures More People Should Know About

Part 1 - From Ancient Era to Early Modern Era

In spirit of Pride Month here's some snippets of queer history I think are interesting.

I've been working on a series of deep dives into interesting historical queer figures, but I haven't had the time to continue my list after the first entry about Julie d'Aubigny. I do want to continue with it, but I came to the realization that I will never have to time to do all the cool and interesting figures in depth, since there's too many, so I decided to do a list with brief descriptions about some of my favorite figures who are not that well known. Some of them are more well-known than others but I think they all deserve more acknowledgement.

I was able to trim down the number of figures to (roughly) 20, which was still too many for one post, so it's two posts now. They are in chronological order, so this part is set mostly before Victorian Era and the second part will be from Victorian Era onward.

This list is centered around western history (but not exclusively) because that's the history I'm most familiar with, though it's definitely not all white, since western history is not all white. I will be avoiding using modern labels, since they are rarely exactly applicable to history, rather I will present whatever we know about these figures' gender, sexuality and relationships. If there's information about what language they used about themselves, I will use that. Often we don't know their own thoughts, so I will need to do some educated guess work, but I will lean towards ambiguity whenever evidence is particularly unclear. If you are the type of person who gets angry with the mere suggestion there's a possibility that a historical gnc person might not have been cis, I encourage you to read my answers to related asks (here and here) first before sending me another identical ask. Try to at least bring some new arguments if you decide to waste my time with your trans erasure.

1. Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum (latter half of 2400 BCE)

Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum were ancient Egyptian royal servants, and possibly the first recorded gay couple in history known by name. They shared the title of Overseer of the Manicurists in the Palace of King Nyuserre Ini. They both had a wife and children, but they (along with their families) were buried together in a tomb. The tomb decorations show them similarly as other afterlife couples.

2. Marinos the Monk (c. 5th-8th century)

Marinos the Monk was born as Marina somewhere in eastern parts of Byzantine Empire, likely in the Levant. He was from a wealthy Christian family, possibly Coptic. Assigned female at birth his widowed father planned to marry him off and go to a monastery himself, but he convinced his father to take him with him dressed as a boy named Marinos. His father agreed and they were accepted as monks. After his father died many years later, he continued his life as a male presenting monk. Later he was accused of fathering an illegitimate child with a daughter of an innkeeper, which was not possible, but he didn't revoke the accusations, instead he begged for the abbot's forgiveness for "his sins". Marinos was banished from the monastery and became a beggar. For 10 years he raised his alleged illegitimate child as a father, until he was allowed to return to the monastery and do penance. Only after his death the abbot and the monks discovered his genitals and his inability to father children and were distraught for punishing an innocent man for 10 long years. The real father was discovered and along with the innkeeper and his daughter they all came to honor Marinos' grave and ask his forgiveness. He was canonized as a saint for his sacrificial selflessness, modesty and humility and honored across the Mediterranean from Ethiopia to France.

3. Mubārak and Muẓaffar al-Saqlabi (c. 10th - 11th century)

Mubārak and Muẓaffar were co-rulers of Taifa of Valencia in Muslim Spain. Al-Saqlabi means literally "of the Slavs", which in Al-Andalus was a general term for enslaved northern Europeans, as the two had been enslaved as children. They were in the service of another al-Saqlabi, a chief of police, and they worked they way up as civil servants till a local military coup in 1010, which resulted in them becoming the emirs of Taifa of Valencia. English language sources often describe them as "brothers" and "eunuchs", which gives the "historical gal pals" trope a concerning twist, but contemporary Muslim sources wrote fawningly about their passionate love, trust based on equality and mutual devotion. There was a popular genre of homoerotic poetry in the Islamic world at the time and poems in that genre were written about celebrating Mubārak and Muẓaffar's relationship. In 1018 Mubārak was killed in a riding accident and Muẓaffar shortly after in an uprising.

4. Eleno de Céspedes (1545 – died after 1589)

CW: genital inspection

Eleno was born in Andalusia, Spain, to an enslaved black Muslim woman and to a free Castillian peasant. He was assigned female at birth, given name Elena, and branded as a mulatto born to a slave. She was freed as a child and married to a stonemason at 15-16 years old. When pregnant, her husband left her and died a while later. Later Eleno testified that his intersex condition became externally visible, while he gave birth, and he became a man. He left his son to be raised by a friend and traveled around Spain. After he stabbed a pimp and ended up in jail, he started presenting as a man and openly courting women. Eventually he taught himself to be a surgeon with the help of a surgeon friend.

When he married María del Caño, his maleness was questioned and he was subjected to genital inspection multiple times and it was agreed by doctors that he had definitely male genitals, possibly also female genitals. After a year of marriage the couple was accused of sodomy. Eleno was tried by the Spanish Inquisition and subjected to more genital inspections, during which no penis was found. He claimed that his penis had been amputated after an injury. He defended himself in the trial by arguing that his intersex condition was natural and he had become a man after his pregnancy, so his marriage was legal. He was sentenced only for bigamy, since he had not confirmed that his husband was dead and punished as a male bigamist with 200 lashes and 10 years of public service to care for the poor in a public hospital. His fame attracted a lot of people wanting to be healed by him, which which was very embarrasing for the hospital so he was sent away and eventually exonerated from his charges.

5. Chevaliére d'Éon (1728-1810)

Charles d'Éon de Beaumont was born to a poor French noble family. In their 20s they became a government official and at 28 they joined the secret spy network of the king, Secret du Roi. They became a diplomat first in Russia and later in Britain while they used their position to spy for the king. Rumors circulated in London that they were secretly a woman. While in London they had a falling out with the French ambassador, accused him of attempted murder and published secret diplomatic correspondence. They were instead accused of libel and went into hiding. After the death of Louis XV in 1774 and the abolishment of Secret du Roi, d'Éon negotiated with the French government of the end of their exile in exchange for the rest of the secret documents he possessed. D'Éon took the name Charlotte, claimed she was in fact a cis woman - she had pretended to be man since a child so she could get the inheritance - and demanded the government to recognize her as such. When the king agreed and included funds for women's wardrobe, she agreed and returned to France in 1777. After that she helped rebels in the American War of Indepence - was not allowed to ]go and fight too, ghostwrote her not super reliable memoir, offered to lead a division of female soldiers against the Hasburgs in 1792 - was for some reason denied, attended fencing tournaments till 65 years old and settled down for the rest of her years with a widow, Mrs. Cole. After her death a surgeon reported that she had male primary sex characteristics, but fairly feminine secondary sex characteristics, like round breasts, which might suggest she had hormonal difference/was intersex in some way.

6. Public Universal Friend (1752-1819)

Public Universal Friend, or The Friend or PUF, was born as Jemima Wilkinson to Quaker parents in Rhodes Island, USA. Jemima contracted a disease in 1776, gained intense fever and almost died. The Friend claimed that she did die and God sent the Friend to occupy her body. The Friend didn't identify as man or a woman, and when asked about the Friend's gender, the Friend said "I am that I am". The Friend didn't want any gendered pronouns or gendered language to be used about the Friend. The Friend's pronouns, according to the writings of the Friend's followers, were "the Friend", "PUF" and possibly he. First recorded neo-pronouns perhaps? The Friend also dressed in androgynous/masculine manner.

The Friend started a bit cultish religious society disavowed by mainstream Quakers, The Society of Universal Friends, which I can only describe as chaotic good. The Friend first predicted a Day of Judgement would come in 1780 and when 1780 came and went, the Friend decided it was New England's Dark Day in 1780 and they had survived survived the Judgement Day so all was good then. The Friend preached for gender equality, free will, universal salvation (Jesus saved everyone and no one will go to hell) and abolition of slavery. The Friend persuaded any followers to free their slaves, which is probably the most chaotic good thing a potential cult leader can do with their influence over their followers, and several freed black people followed the Friend too. The Friend advocated for celibacy and was unfavorable towards marriage, but didn't think celibacy or rejection of marriage were necessary for everyone else, so it feels more like a personal preference. Many young unmarried women followed the Friend and some of them formed Faithful Sisterhood and took leadership positions among the Society.

The Society of Universal Friends tried to form a town for themselves around mid-1780s, till in 1799 the Friend was accused of blasphemy. The Friend successfully escaped the law two times. First the Friend, a skilled rider (what's a gender neutral version of horse girl?), escaped with a horse, then after an officer and an assistant tried to arrest the Friend at home, women of the house drove the men away. Third time 30 men surrounded the Friend's home at night, but a doctor convinced them that the Friend was in too poor health to move but would agree to appear at court. The Friend was cleared for all charges and even allowed to preach at the court.

7. Mary Jones (early 1800s–1853)

Mary Jones' origin is unknown, but she was an adult in 1836 in New York, USA. She was a free Black person, who preferred to present as a woman. She was sex worker by trade and used a prosthetic vagina. As a side hustle she would steel her customer's wallets, and usually they wouldn't tell anyone because it was 1830s and inter-racial sex and prostitution were illegal and everyone was repressed. Smart. Get your coin, girl. However after one of her more shameless customers discovered his wallet with 99 dollars inside had been replaced with a different man's empty wallet and contacted the police, she was arrested. The police discovered she had male genitals and when they searched her room they found several more stolen wallets. She appeared in court in her female presentation and when asked about her dress, she said that prostitutes she had worked with encouraged her to dress in women's clothing and said she looked better in them. They were right and she had since presented as a woman in her evening profession and among other Black people. She was convicted for grand larceny and sentenced to 5 years in prison. Later she continued to present as a woman and practice sex work, for which she was arrested for two more times.

8. George Sand (1804-1876)

George Sand was pen name of Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin de Francueil, a French Romantic writer. Amantine was high-born with a countess as a grandmother. George wrote about themself with alternating masculine and feminine language, using feminine language when talking about his childhood, but masculine language often other times. Their friends also used both masculine and feminine terms about them. Victor Hugo for example said about them: "George Sand cannot determine whether she is male or female. I entertain a high regard for all my colleagues, but it is not my place to decide whether she is my sister or my brother." George preferred men's clothing in public, which was illegal for those seen as women without a permit, but they didn't ask for permissions. They alternated between masculine and feminine presentations. They were outspoken feminist, critic of the institution of marriage, committed republican and supporter of worker's rights. They were married at age 18, had two children and left their husband in 1831, but legally separated from him in 1835. They had many affairs with men and some with women, at least with actress Marie Dorval. Their most notable relationship was with Frédéric Chopin, but they fell out before Chopin's death.

I fucked up the numbering first and put less entries to this list than the second one (which I have not finished), but 8 is kinda roughly 10 right?

[felassan]

Snippets 🐺💜

Users report that pre-orders they made to TFAW of the DA:TV artbook The Art of Dragon Age: The Veilguard have been cancelled (since its listings were taken down like Dark Horse's were)

Blair: "The Shadow Dragons have some great black leather combos, less feathers though." [source]. shrl: "The Mourn Watch have leather and skulls." [source]

John: "it's been a pleasure and an honor working on this with you Brian" [source]. Brian: "The feeling is mutual." [source]. Trick: "It's been amazing watching it all come together, and I am so grateful for everything you've done to make that happen." [source]

John: "the day this game ships is the day i will finally retire the sleeved blanket i bought back in 2019" [source]

John: "the wildest thing about being creative director is that about once every two weeks someone says 'hey this bizarre thing here is part of your job can you do it'. and it is a thing that you KNEW someone did but you never thought about which someone. congratulations, you are that someone" [source]

User: "The Evanuris are banished forever, he says. 👀". Trick: "Forever-ish" [source]

John: "me: it’s weird how a lot of fans think I hate Solas, it’s absolutely wild. also me: I should photoshop Solas into the ‘we demand to be taken seriously’ picture" [source]

Carly: "i can see the light at the end of the tunnel, everyone,,,, s o o n 🥴" [source]. / "I honestly can’t wait til we share more !" [source]. / User: "do you ever look at people’s reactions and theories on here like 🙂‍↔️ you people have no idea what’s coming". Carly: "Oh absolutely lmaooo" [source]

Carly: "I deleted it but I posted in our slack like “pls just tell them smtg, the clowns make me sad ):” lolol" [source]. (note: fans have been joking around and calling themselves clowns hhh, in the age-old tradition of DA clowning) "this is me empathizing and feeling bad we aren’t giving as much info (altho epler be goin off), rereading it sounds like I’m going *points* look at how pathetic those clowns are lol" [source]. / "its like we can finally yell about our work but only in limited quantities and basically at the same time fans find out things lolol oh ya and the ea snipers" [source]

Violet: "I might be screaming into the wind, but there's nothing underhanded going on. Release date is coming in August like we already said (so very soon)" / "roadmap will be very soon with some nuggets of what will be coming in August." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "I made the announcement [in the Discord about Edge magazine's article], and it's kinda damned if you do, damned if you dont. If you do, people that ONLY want the biggest beats get mad. If you don't, people that want any scrap of news get mad. Personally, I think going towards the latter is better overall. But I'm sorry it wasn't what you expected. I am also a DA fan and care enormously about this project." [source: the official BioWare Discord]

User: "How do we all think the companions for Veilguard flirt?". Violet: "depends on the companion fsfs" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

Violet: "soon™️" / "(not trying to be a shit, it will be soon! its a holdover joke from my last studio, i have to put the ™️ every time, its a sickness)" / "real talk, im just as feral as you guys when it comes to DA" / "[re: John being aware of a meme] that doesnt surprise me, [John] gets around 👀" [source: the official BioWare Discord]

[thewebcomicsreview]

Hey hey, an upd8. Looks like Vriska leveled up from killing Jane. It's kind of hard to read some of these tier names, though. "Descent Horizon" is an a'ight one. Kind of weird that the non-pun one is the one we're one, though. Not even irons in the hellfire.

John sees some images of a Pumpkin Cake (What Cake?) and...himself as Mark Immortell from Pathologic? Is the idea that these are alternate realities?

Rose is freaking out at not being in a coma. The "Thanks for Playing" message being destroyed is a good gag in and of itself, but also a good visual for Rose's carefully laid plan to make Kanaya hate her before going brain-dead falling to pieces.

Panel from Narbonic

What the fuck, Jane survived having her head cut off?

Anyway, never mind that. It's Adult!Vriska. I guess being in Silhouette isn't stylishly hiding her Hell Tier form from us, she's literally all black when transformed.

KARKAT: BY THE BY, WAS TELLING ME VRISKA WAS BACK ON ANYONE'S AGENDA?

I went to check the epilogues to see if anyone had a chance to tell Karkat that Vriska's been back this whole time, but Homestuck.com is broke and they're not in the unofficial collection. I think Vriska appeared in Candy just in time to bang/kill Gamzee before HS2 started. God, no one ever tells Karkat anything. I guess the kids didn't mention it to Rose/Kanaya.

MEENAH: figured youd pop a vessel over it MEENAH: decided to keep that out of your briefs MEENAH: im the only one around here watchin your blood pressure MEENAH: and your briefs VRISKA: Don't mention it! VRISKA: Just one grown adult helping out another. VRISKA: I mean damn, Karkat, speaking of grown. VRISKA: Look at you! MEENAH: i know right VRISKA: You're like... yoked. MEENAH: i knowww right

Now that Jake English is god, Karkat is Jake English. Also Candy Karkat meeting Meat Karkat is going to be amazing.

JOHN: besides vriska looking like lucy liu from charlie's angels now JOHN: is that what the machine was for? making lucy lius? not that i'm complaining, but... KARKAT: OKAY, HOLD ON. KARKAT: SHE LOOKS WAY MORE LIKE SANDRA BULLOCK FROM A TIME TO KILL. KARKAT: OR THE INFINITELY BETTER MISS CONGENIALITY. KANAYA: Sure KARKAT: ACTUALLY, LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT MOVIES ANYMORE OR WHICH TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT WOMEN FROM A DEFUNCT ALIEN SOCIETY VRISKA WHO IS AN ADULT NOW MAY OR MAY NOT LOOK LIKE. JAKE: I think theyre both equally good, if were sharing movie opinions. JOHN: wait, are you naked under there? JAKE: Well,

While John/Karkat conversations are always great, what really makes this scene is Kanaya's "Sure". She's above this silliness, but she still has opinions.

MEENAH: step one we gut scale and filet this sea cow ROXY: !!!! JAKE: Shucks and shit, people, not sure whats left to try. JAKE: I mean look at her. MEENAH: tsk cmon kingfish what is this amateur hour? MEENAH: you blow all your gumption out when you were stalkin the battlefield like a human lens flare? MEENAH: clearly we gotta give this dirty girl a bubble bath JAKE: Er, id rather not. JAKE: Ive been twenty thousand leagues under that particular sea more times than a fellow might care to remember. MEENAH: oh yuck MEENAH: im talkin bout dippin her in acid JAKE: Oooooooh! That should work! JAKE: Or if it doesnt we could give her the ole mummy treatment. JAKE: Jade did a bang-up job with dave... JADE: aww thank you! JOHN: or we could just smash her with a hammer. JANE: Mmf????? VRISKA: Hey, so- KARKAT: LOOK, AS MUCH AS I'D LOVE TO SPEND THE REST OF THE AFTERNOON TESTING OUT VARIOUS CAPITAL PUNISHMENTS ON JANE'S HEAD UNTIL SOMETHING STICKS, THERE'S AN ANNOYINGLY VAST ARRAY OF VITAL INTEL WE NEED FROM HER FIRST. ROXY: wow okay can we pause for a second JOHN: yeah, what kind of intel? ROXY: not what i meant!! KARKAT: DO YOU KNOW WHERE JANE'S HEAD KEEPS HER POLITICAL PRISONERS?

I just wanna post snippets of dialogue and say they're good. These are fun characters and they have fun chemistry and we basically have not just let them riff for the entirely of HS2 or the epilogues.

Also, obviously John's plan is a hammer. Even now, he can't let Homestuck 1 go.

KARKAT: DO YOU KNOW ANY OF HER PASSWORDS, FOR THAT MATTER? JOHN: i guess not. SOLLUX: i do. KARKAT: YOU DO? SOLLUX: yeah. SOLLUX: the passw0rds, anyway. SOLLUX: problem sleuth with a zer0. SOLLUX: honk undersc0re enjoyer sixty six. SOLLUX: imwithher. SOLLUX: id0whatiwant<3 JOHN: this guy again. JOHN: why are you even here?

Oof, the Hillary Clinton reference there. I know a lot of people accused Jane of being a blatant Trump analogue, was she meant to be Hillary Clinton this whole time?

Also, bantz aside, Jane is the Maid of Life. Can't she just, like....get better? Stick her head back on that body and be good?

Anyway, Vriska explains that Candyland is doomed and everyone here is going to die as the Black Hole collapses without Alt!Calliope sustaining it.

VRISKA: 8ut, as I said, I can get all you guys out of here! Hell Tier gave me a pretty comprehensive lay of the land, metaphysically speaking, and we can move on from this 8ummer aaaaaaaaltogether. KANAYA: Including The Children KANAYA: ? VRISKA: Of course! That's actually where shit gets real interesting. VRISKA: Turns out they're all needed on the other side, for a very, very special game. JOHN: wait, you don't mean... VRISKA: Oh, 8ut I do. JOHN: :D JADE: D:< JADE: NO WAY! JOHN: what? JOHN: why not?

God, I really do love John's midlife crisis manifesting as Homestuck nostalgia. He's so fucking hyped to kill his kids!

VRISKA: I'm... normal now.

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Vriska literally walking out of the comic is a good visual.

Oh god, what is this.

Let's start with "You are coming". I presume it's not another Meat/Candy choice and it's just who's splitting up where.

Oh wow, only the kids go, and it's mostly only Yiffy that wants to. Meanwhile, in the other path

JOHN: we have to go fight dirk! JAKE: Erm. JAKE: Fight him? JOHN: he's obviously like... the new bad guy! CALLIOPE: oUr friend dirk...? JANE: HMMHMHMM?? ROXY: john ROXY: wt actual f are you talking abt JOHN: roxy, this is our do-over! JOHN: our meat! MEENAH: nobody wants to hear about your meat man

John's midlife crisis being nostalgia for Homestuck is funny, but also it's so goddamn sad. He doesn't actually care about any of this, he just wants an adventure.

KANAYA: What Did She Say JOHN: well... we were kinda talking about how messed up every thing was on sort of a fundamental level, and she basically said she was happy every thing was shaking out as it has been? JOHN: which was nice to hear in the moment, but when you think about it for a little longer, people have died? KARKAT: YES, JOHN. KARKAT: QUITE A FEW FUCKING PEOPLE HAVE DIED. JOHN: also that she's been married twenty years, but also not? JOHN: it was all kind of over my head, but also i sort of get it. KANAYA: Takes A Depressed Dissociative Cop-Out To Know One I Suppose ROSE: I think I'm going to be sick. KANAYA: *FUCK*

Of all the Candy characters, John is the one acting the most like his original characterization, and that makes him the most fucked-up one of all.

JOHN: no offense, jade, but you're right behind rose on the crazy train. JOHN: you can't even be trusted to be normal around a dead body. JOHN: OR TO NAME A BABY.

He's got a point there tho

JOHN: and i've been really trying, but no matter what, it all seems kinda ... dumb and random? KARKAT: OH, I WOULDN'T SAY THAT. JOHN: what do you mean? KARKAT: JADE'S A PATHETIC PATHOLOGICAL LIAR, BUT SHE'S NOT STUPID. KARKAT: NOTHING ABOUT ANY OF THIS IS RANDOM. KANAYA: ? KARKAT: TELL ME, WAS A KID NAMED "YIFFANY LONGSTOCKING" A JOKE DAVE MADE, OR DID YOU JUST *THINK* HE'D FIND IT FUNNY? JADE: are we seriously talking about this NOW? KARKAT: THE ONE THING HE EVER STOOD HIS GROUND ON. KARKAT: AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN LEAVE HIM THAT, COULD YOU? JADE: its not that simple! KARKAT: SHE LOOKS LIKE HIM! THAT'S, WHAT, A HAPPY ACCIDENT? KARKAT: THERE WERE A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT OF WILLING, UNMARRIED WOMBS OUT THERE, BUT YOU JUST HAPPENED TO STUMBLE INTO THE CLOSEST ONE THERE IS TO DAVE? KARKAT: WOW!!! KARKAT: LUCKY!!! KANAYA: Huh

I really do love the Jerry Springer-ness of Candyland. All these people are so unbelievably fucked up, too busy fighting over stupid shit to notice all their kids went away and left them in the doomed timeline.

KARKAT: I HAD A LIGHT PLAYER RUNNING ESPIONAGE FOR ME AND IT STILL TOOK US FIFTEEN SHITTY, GRUELING HUMAN YEARS TO WIN THIS EMBARRASSING RUBE GOLDBERG TRAVESTY OF A WAR. KARKAT: ALL THOSE WEAK-ASS PROGNOSES... MUST'VE BEEN A REAL RIOT! ROSE: Karkat, please... I never tried to hinder the war effort... KARKAT: YOU MUST'VE USED UP ALL YOUR HINDER QUOTA ON SABOTAGING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR FUCKING WIFE THEN. KARKAT: BUT HEY, WORKS FOR ME!

A lot of the time Karkat's not really mad, it just reads as angry because his text is all-caps, but he's out for blood today, Christ.

KARKAT: AND NOW, KANAYA FINALLY KNOWS THAT YOU AREN'T FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER. KARKAT: YOU NEVER WERE. ROSE: *Sniffle.* KARKAT: ARE YOU CRYING? KARKAT: WHAT THE HELL. STOP THAT. KARKAT: YOU DON'T DO THAT. KANAYA: I Think Those Might Actually Be Real Tears ROSE: *Sob.* JOHN: see? JOHN: this is what i mean. JOHN: the only reason why things are even remotely better now is because of karkat. JOHN: he's like the only guy capable of putting all of us in our place when we start acting insane! JOHN: and... he's the only one that won't be around forever.

See, like, I know I said I like the banter, but that's because I don't exist in this fictional universe. John does, and acting like Rose being reduced to literal tears is "better" than that not happening is fucking insane.

JOHN: listen, i've tried taking roxy's advice. JOHN: i have been paying attention, i've been involved, and i can't shake this feeling that maybe, there is such a thing as too much freedom.

John going insane while at the same time turning his back on "Freedom" is going to drive the Classpect Inversion theorists wild. I can hear BladekindEyewear from here.

ROXY: john! JOHN: i'm glad you've been happy roxy, you've done so well for yourself. JOHN: but... that doesn't change the fact that none of you are good people. JADE: because youre so great??????? JOHN: no, not at all! JOHN: that's my point, i only had like half a foot in my own kid's life for ten years! JOHN: and i was a real jerk to you guys. JOHN: ugh, i even emotionally cheated on my wife. ROXY: exsqueeze me? JOHN: and honestly i don't even know how old she was. JAKE: Dude.

What in the fuck is happening? Is John saying he wanted to bang....Vriska? What the fuck is he even talking about.

JOHN: and i think the last time i did was when we were all in the game. JOHN: that's when we were all at our best! JOHN: right? JADE: john! JADE: WE ALL DIED! JOHN: that didn't even happen to this you, don't pretend like any of that affected you! JADE: of course it did!!! JOHN: ?????? JADE: OH MY GOD.

What? What is John talking about? Of course Jade died. She died the most of any of you and she went to Squiddlehell.

God, this art of Dave's corpse is so fucking creepy.

JADE: you keep talking about something being wrong with us, yet not once have you asked yourself what we all have in common!!!! JOHN: you can't blame the game for everything. JOHN: playing it saved us! JADE: children shouldnt have to make other children, or kiss the corpses of their friends, or know what it feels like to die!!! JADE: the kids have a chance here, john. JADE: to grow up like real people do and be... actually FUCKING normal! JOHN: jade, your daughter has dog ears and a tail. JOHN: she's never going to be normal!

This fight is really well-written because both perspectives are absolutely insane and steeped in fantasy nonsense and yet it still feels really uncomfortable.

Also John had that coming.

Bro, this art is so good. Screenshotting it doesn't really do it justice.

YIFFY: FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tch. Obviously this would be her first line.

JOHN: we have to kill dirk.

John, she left. Like...she's gone. The only bus out of Candyland and you missed it. You've gone completely mad.

And you're the most interesting you've ever been.

[saltbind]

For 500 followers you should drop more femchesters/trans winchesters lore 👀

gladly <3

for reference here are some of my past posts on femchesters:

femchesters moodboard edit

femchesters headcanons

i love femchesters where sam is still a fuckin. behemoth of a woman. giant 6'5" book nerd at the bar who's so jacked she could crush your head between her thighs. played soccer before her growth spurt and spent the entirety of high school getting hounded by basketball and volleyball teams. the kind of body you have to work real hard for, and i absolutely headcanon her as being pretty flat chested too. only wears sports bras or crop tops and even then only on hunts, she doesn't bother when it's just them and they're driving or in the bunker. missy peregrym in stick it is my headcanon for sam, hands down.

deanna's a bit bigger in the bust and softer in terms of muscle mass - there's not any kind of abs showing on her since it's harder for ladies to get that kind of muscle tone. deanna is strong thick - she gets mistaken for a farm girl a lot, with her arms and shoulders. i live for mullet deanna. it's not intentional she's just shit at remembering to maintain it. i live for sharpie nails, no makeup except for like fifteen lipsticks rattling around in the glovebox, still the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen deanna. cutoff jean shorts and practical boots with lingerie underneath because she likes to feel pretty deanna. i don't have a perfect deanna in terms of fancasting, but juliette lewis in yellowjackets with darker hair would be close.

and on transchesters:

t4t sam and deanna

sam/deanna/benny posting

brand-new, a trans dean fic

trans dean fisting post

ok but very seriously i can see dean as trans femme or trans masc, though i lean trans femme for him because he's very...performative, with his masculinity, in a way that i very much relate to as a trans person. sam i can only see as trans masc because of many reasons that i've gone into before, but dean is a lot more flexible for me in terms of headcanons because his portrayal in the show could very easily lean either way depending on what you give weight to.

i bequeath to y'all some snippets of t4t sam and deanna because this isn't really a fic with a coherent arc or plot as such, but it is some writing!

Deanna only grows her hair out once.

Later, after she’s shorn it short again in the same style she’s had since she was a boy, she’ll tell herself it’s for tactical reasons. Better to keep it short, to give the monsters less to grab hold of, and she knows she can still pass just fine with her bone structure. Her tits might be small still but she’s always been pretty.

She doesn’t let herself think about the way Dad’s eyes had softened when they’d met up for the werewolf hunt. Doesn’t let herself think about the way he’d gotten drunk after, sloppy like he usually doesn't, and fumblingly told her how much she looked like Mary with her hair long like that. How she had always resembled her, but now that she was a woman –

Stop. 

Does not let herself think about the way he’d leaned in. The way his breath had smelled like bourbon. The way he’d tried to angle her face with his hands, big and calloused, and the way she’d flinched from him, heart in her mouth. How she’d slept in the Impala that night, left him to sleep off the booze by himself in their double room while she white-knuckled her way through the worst night she’d had since Sam had left for Stanford with his new name and new pronouns in tow. She wishes he’d told her sooner so she could have learned about her own hidden self with him, so they could have shared in the strange joy of second puberties together, another secret unique to the two of them to close them off further from the world. 

Yeah, actually, maybe that’s why he didn’t tell her.

The point is – Dad hadn’t said anything about it the next day, so it might as well not have happened. She doesn’t have to think about it. And if Dad had suggested hunting separately again over lunch, eyes bloodshot and hair greasy, then that was just fine. She was capable. She could handle herself. She had, hadn’t she? She’d pushed him away. Left his ass to brine in his drunk sweat. 

She just – wishes she hadn’t had to.

*

Sam doesn’t particularly want to run any more credit card scams. He really doesn’t. It feels wrong when he’s studying for the LSATs, like he’s taking two steps forward and one back.

He doesn’t have great insurance, though, and he needs hormones. Top surgery. Gender marker changes and legal name changes, because credit cards are one thing but he’s not forging documentation. So, whatever. He gets his fake cards and he pays on an installment plan, gets cash advances and dimples at the staff who process the payments, implies the hell out of a rich sugar daddy taking care of his medical costs.

He came to California for Stanford, but the relative ease of transitioning was definitely a factor.

He’s never been more grateful for his height than his third year. Studying through the surgery recovery was hard, but Jess had been happy to help take care of him, and he’s partway through a group project when he realizes he’s passing. Not just passing, but stealth, because one of his group mates makes a comment about how it’s not like he knows how bad cramps can get and it dawns on him that they don’t know.

It’s weird. He doesn’t know how to feel about it.

Brady’s the one who takes him shopping for new clothes. It feels weird to abandon the flannels and band tees, but they’re all too small and shaped for a body he no longer has. He doesn’t have the money for the new stuff, not really, but Brady does. So he accepts the patterned button up shirts and the fashion advice gratefully and learns to be comfortable in colors.

He wants to call Dean a lot. More than he expected, which was – yeah, a lot. He’s never been ignorant of how co-dependent they are. They got more than their fair share of jokes about it. Flowers in the Attic. Are you sure you’re from Kansas? You act like you’re from Alabama. Dumb shit that still hit a little too close to home for him. 

Every so often, he gets a text from a new unknown number. Usually it’s just a question mark. He used to just respond with ‘Tulsa’, their code for ‘okay’, but he’s been sending back other stuff too lately. What song he’s listening to, what he ate for lunch. Little things. Bits of his life. When he left he’d done damage to their relationship, and he knows that, but he misses Dean so badly sometimes. And it’s selfish, maybe, to get out of hunting and still want to have Dean in some way, to give him an invitation to share in Sam’s new life, but he’s never been a saint. 

[lithopus]

Excerpts from Chapter 5 of "testing, testing"

Since not everyone uses Bluesky or Twitter, I'm hopping over here to repost the Chapter 5 excerpts that I've shared on those platforms! (The first snippet was posted on Twitter back in September, and the other three are on Bluesky.)

Please note that while there's technically nothing sexually explicit in these excerpts, some of them contain heavy petting and/or 🔞 themes.

Excerpts below:

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"Punish me?" Alhaitham says. "What for, exactly? I think I've been quite respectful to my senior, recently." He reaches up and wraps his fingers around Kaveh's wrists, pinning both hands against his bare chest. "If anything, you're the one who acted like a brat the last time we had sex."

"You're being a brat right now!"

"Hm." Alhaitham's thumbs smooth back and forth across Kaveh's wrists, ticklishly light. "Maybe I'd behave better if I knew that I was going to receive proper praise in return."

"Proper praise?" Kaveh echoes. "And what does that look like, exactly?"

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"Contrary to what you might think," Alhaitham says, his hands sliding down to grip Kaveh's ass, "that marketplace isn't a den of iniquity. The vendors are professional, and the customers conduct themselves with decorum. If you were thinking of messing around while we shop, better get it out of your system now."

"I wasn't—!" Kaveh twitches as Alhaitham grinds against him. "You're the one who…" His eyes drift down to Alhaitham's bare shoulders and chest, and he entirely forgets what he was going to say. "Ah, the one who…"

Alhaitham leans forward and presses warm lips to Kaveh's throat. Kaveh tilts his head to the side, giving him better access to his neck—even though he distantly realizes that he shouldn't, because Alhaitham is going to leave more marks, and Kaveh is getting tired of pairing a scarf with every single one of his outfits.

Kaveh grabs onto Alhaitham's biceps to anchor himself, eyes drifting shut as he bucks his hips against Alhaitham's and moans.

Should Kaveh hand himself over to Alhaitham? They didn't discuss an exchange of power ahead of time, but it's happened spontaneously before—that time Alhaitham dropped to his knees by the front door, and the evening he pinned Kaveh down on the floor of the study. Alhaitham knows what to do, and Kaveh has had enough overthinking for tonight. He'd rather empty his pockets of thoughts and be fucked into incoherency.

"Then again," Alhaitham murmurs, and Kaveh shivers at the warmth of his breath. "The conventional wisdom is that you should eat before you shop for groceries, so that you don't end up buying too many unnecessary things. Which makes me wonder…" He nips at Kaveh's neck and squeezes his ass, making Kaveh's breath hitch. "What unnecessary things you might buy if I take you shopping while you're this hungry, Kaveh."

"Wh…huh?" Kaveh belatedly notices that Alhaitham has stopped kissing his neck and grinding his hips, and hazily realizes it must be connected to what Alhaitham just said, but…what did he say, again?

Slowly, Kaveh's mind catches up to the present, and his mouth falls open in outrage. Alhaitham is—he's just going to leave Kaveh like this, wound up and desperate? Ugh. To think that Kaveh was considering submitting to Alhaitham just now. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

"W-wouldn't you like to know!" Kaveh snaps, digging his nails into Alhaitham's biceps.

"I just said that I would," Alhaitham says. "Literally."

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“You’re sure you’re alright?” Alhaitham asks. Kaveh nods, and Alhaitham doesn’t look entirely convinced—but he merely sighs and takes Kaveh’s hand again. “Where to?”

“Oh.” Kaveh’s chest flutters strangely, and he feels like the warmth of Alhaitham’s hand is spreading through his entire body, soothing the limbs that want to lock up in terror. “Ah, you mentioned those toys from Fontaine, right? I don’t have anything else I want to buy tonight, so why don’t we look at those?”

Alhaitham leads him on a loop around the marketplace to reach the shop, doubling back past the bondage stall and circling twice as long the other direction—and Kaveh belatedly realizes he’s taking a path that avoids going past the impact play display.

It doesn’t matter whether Kaveh looks at the things, though. He still can’t stop thinking about how he imagined hurting the man who’s walking alongside him and enjoyed it. Worse, Alhaitham probably thinks that Kaveh’s anxiety surrounding impact play is due to being too softhearted to strike Alhaitham with something, or because Kaveh is afraid of being on the receiving end. He’s wasting pity on Kaveh when he should be repelled, holding his hand to guide him when he’d be better off putting distance between them.

Because there’s no way Alhaitham is interested in being on the receiving end of significant pain during sex. He feels utterly miserable if a single grain of sand gets in his shoes, so why would he ever willingly subject himself to even worse discomfort? Kaveh doesn’t even think sadomasochism is on their list. He’s pretty sure he marked it as a no when he saw it on the original list of options, because he couldn’t fathom hurting Alhaitham or wanting to be hurt by him.

How could he have been so stupidly, despicably wrong about himself?

Alhaitham squeezes his hand. “Have I lost you?”

“What?” Kaveh’s fingers twitch uncertainly within Alhaitham’s grasp. “Oh. I’m fine, just…thinking.”

“It doesn’t seem like that’s going well.”

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Actually, now that Kaveh thinks about it, it’s not his fault that Alhaitham fell asleep in his bed, especially when Alhaitham knew that Kaveh would be back from the bathroom to reclaim it. Kaveh shouldn’t have to refrain from sleeping in his own bed just because Alhaitham couldn’t manage to stay awake for more than five minutes.

And the two of them were cuddling just a bit ago, anyway. It’s not that odd if Kaveh lies down next to Alhaitham while waiting for him to wake up. And if Alhaitham fell asleep so quickly while waiting on Kaveh, he’d be a hypocrite to blame Kaveh for doing the same.

Kaveh cautiously scoots down the bed and rolls onto his side, resting his head on one of the pillows. Immediately, he realizes that the position puts him too close to Alhaitham’s sleeping face, and he contemplates rolling over to escape the pressure of that proximity, but—well, what if Kaveh jostles the mattress and accidentally wakes Alhaitham? Of course, Kaveh wants him to wake up and vacate the bed, but he doesn’t want to be personally responsible for startling Alhaitham from sleep.

He’ll just…close his eyes, and try to stay awake.

[apollabarnes]

Hiiiiiiii back for more snippets 😁😁😁 some 🚁🚁🚁🚁 and 💰💰💰💰💰 please!

make me write

hi friend! i didn't forget about this (i wrote too much and had to select parts)

🚁 - we’re crashing that helicopter, folks (bucktommy post-breakup)

"Right, were you unconscious for the week before that? Or…" Sal looked over at him. "Because I'm really interested in the reason I didn't get a call as soon as you woke up. Or one from the goddamn ambulance." "Sal," Tommy sighed. They'd had this fight before, after the mall explosion when Sal had swapped off with Howie and wondered why there was no one there to see him. Explaining that he didn't have an emergency contact had set something off in Sal's eyes — Tommy was pretty sure the only time he'd seen him look like that since had been Captain Number Four after Cook, just two before Nash, when they'd tried to send Howie into a building on his own and Sal had lost it. "Start talking or start walking." Even knowing that the threat was empty, Tommy caved. "I swapped it to Evan a few months ago," he admitted. "Haven't got around to changing it back." "That explains why the hospital didn't call me. Why didn't you?" "What were you gonna do, Sal?" He sighed. "I was just killing time until they said I could go home." "Well I would have made sure you didn't have to rely on the kindness of fucking strangers while I busted my ass to get up here and pick you up," Sal muttered, shaking his head. "You think I don't need to brush up on my gin rummy skills? Gina's mom murdered me last month at game night." "I've told you before, you've got to stop letting her pick gin ru—" "Tommy," Sal looked over at him, his lips pressed together. "Next time you run into trouble, you give me a call right away." "You've got a station to run, Sal." "If you weren't injured I'd be giving you a beating right now," Sal snapped. "You call me. I'll come get you. End of story."

💰- we provide… emergencies (meet tommy’s bff eliot spencer)

"You want to see his dating profile?" Hardison gestured expansively at his laptop screen. "Meet Firehose, lady and gentlemen." "Is it active?" Tommy asked, grimacing to himself. This was the opposite of not getting involved. "Never mind. I don't want to know." "I'll tell you if it's active," Hardison bargained. "If we can put it up on the big screen." Tommy stared at the three of them. He knew — he knew — that it was a trap. There wasn't an answer that would get him out of this without being roasted to hell and back. He should have left the room the second Hardison mentioned finding something on Evan. "Fine," he sighed, waving a hand. He might as well understand all the references later when the three of them started teasing him. "It's not like I can stop you anyway." Hardison pressed a button with a flourish and Evan's dating profile whooshed up onto the big screens. Tommy wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or not. The photos were obviously old, though there were a few of him in uniform — Tommy figured that was his probie year, based on some of the photos Evan had shown Tommy of him and Maddie when she'd first moved to L.A. It was probably a good thing that Tommy had transferred when he had. "Did he change the name when he got the job as a firefighter?" Eliot asked mildly. "No sirree, that is the name that he signed up with six years prior to being accepted to the fire academy." Hardison said, his voice purposefully bland. "I would assume that it's a reference to his…" "It's not inaccurate," Tommy conceded, doing his best to not stare too hard at Evan. He was thinking about a lot of things, and there was no good place for them to go to. But getting hung up on the number of tattoos Evan used to have and the number he had now was… one of the safer things for him to think about. "A reference to his…" Parker tilted her head, considering the photos. "Huh. Yep. I can see it." Hardison started coughing and Eliot whacked him in the back, laughing. "Y'all are nasty," Hardison managed, after he'd finished choking on his coffee. He scowled at Tommy and hit another button, switching from the dating profile to a series of news articles.

[coraniaid]

Tell us about the Who You Are WIP 👀 or post a snippet

I posted a little bit about it here but here is an extract (from, if I had to guess, somewhere pretty near the beginning, after Faith has started to figure things out):

"Uh," Red looks at her nervously (though maybe not as nervously as she would have done if she remembered that the last time they'd spoken Faith had stuck a knife in her guts and left her bleeding out in an alleyway). "Did you want me to move?"

It's kind of funny, Faith thinks. Like the universe is playing some big practical joke on her.

Until this whole thing started, she never would've guessed there was ever a time that Red and Buffy weren't the best of buds. How differently that first year in Sunnydale could've gone, if it had just been her and Buffy, two Slayers together, the way it was meant to be. If Red hadn't always been underfoot, like an angry jealous puppy. If she'd only been content with the well-trained werewolf boyfriend and the school smarts and the magic and the brilliant future she had in store after she graduated. If she could've settled for all that, and hadn't wanted Buffy all for herself too. If she hadn't had everything, and not wanted to share any of it with the new girl who had nothing.

Of course I wanted you to move, she might have said, if a different version of Red had asked her that question. You were in my way, and for some reason B kept choosing you instead of me.

"You're Willow, right?" she asks instead, trying out her best beaming Buffy-esque smile. "I thought maybe we could, you know. Hang out?"

"Aren't you hanging with Cordelia?" Red asks her suspiciously, like this is some kind of trick.

And, well, it is a trick, Faith reminds herself. She doesn't want Red to be her friend. She doesn't need friends, and certainly not friends as pathetic as Willow Rosenberg. She just needs to keep an eye on her for the next forty-eight hours. Keep her from doing anything stupid and getting her nerdy little neck broken and forcing Faith to reset again.

But she can't exactly admit that, so:

"Have you met Cordelia?" she asks pointedly, raising an eyebrow in the way she almost thinks the real Buffy would've done.

Willow nods warily, still suspicious, and Faith nods back like that's all the answer she needs.

"Well, then," she says with a shrug. "Word is you're wicked smart, so you've already noticed she's a nasty stuck-up rich bitch with a mean word to say for everyone. So I guess I don't have to tell you any of that."

Willow giggles at that, scandalized, looking around like she's worried somebody might overhear.

"You can't say that!" she says, "That's not nice at all!"

It's true though, Faith thinks. Cordy's just like a Buffy, in a way. No Slayer strength or superpowers, but she was born thinking she was better than girls like Faith and she's never going to stop thinking it.

"Look, I'll level with you," Faith says, sitting down next to Willow. "I kind of have a selfish reason for wanting to get on your good side. Like I said, word is you're real smart, and I was kinda thinking it might be cool not to get kicked out of school again for failing all my classes."

She tries her best winning smile. Not the new one, the Buffy one she hasn't gone the hang of yet, but the one she used to pull out whenever a landlord started hassling her for rent or somebody behind a bar asked to see her ID.

Maybe the real Buffy wouldn't have needed the help -- she'd aced the SATs, after all, and hadn't she been all smug and superior about that for weeks? -- but Faith definitely needs the help. It's only going to be a day or so before somebody realizes she's missed a lot more classes than the girl she's pretending to be should have done.

Willow brightens immediately at the mention of classes -- because of course she does, Faith thinks pityingly, why had she bothered trying anything else? -- and starts packing her bag straight away.

"Oh, right! I could totally help you out," she says excitedly. "Come on, Buffy, I'll show you where the library is."

Faith doesn't bother telling Red she already knows where to find the library. She lets the other girl take her hand -- Buffy's hand, anyway -- and drag her along, marvelling at how easy this was while her new study buddy rambles on about Giles and books and British museums.

"Hey, call me B," she says firmly, when she manages to get a word in edgewise. "That's what all my best friends do."

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 21 - Free Use

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

Disclaimer / TW: Sex club shenanigans. And yes, yes, I know I'm late... It did take me a full 3 weeks to fall behind, at least.

The masquerade masks were, of course, completely inadequate for concealing anyone’s identity. However, they served a different purpose: acknowledging mask-clad acquaintances as such within the mansion, as well as mentioning their presence at the party outside the manor grounds was an unthinkable taboo, and would result in the irrevocable banishment of the offender and their immediate connections. Attendance at the events was a great privilege, one not to be squandered.

Astarion and Asmodea had been invited to the soiree by the owner of the establishment herself. They were encouraged to peruse and, if they so wished, partake, though the actual purpose of their visit was business, not pleasure: they were exploring the possibility of forging business ties between their cabaret theatre and the Scarlet Veil.

“Why this is even more strange than being on the paying end of a brothel,” Astarion murmured to Asmodea upon their emerging from the cloakroom.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" she frowned. "I'm happy to deal with the owner myself."

He waved a hand dismissively before responding.

“I will only ask two things of you: make no assumptions, and ask no questions you do not want to know the answers to.” Not waiting for her to respond, and likewise not giving her a chance to voice any more concerns, he sauntered towards a nearby room, sectioned off by a velvet drape.

"The Burrow," he read a plaque at the entrance. "Hmm, let me guess..."

Asmodea had no choice but to follow him as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Her eyes widened as she was immediately greeted by the sight of a splayed pair of legs protruding from a nearby wall at about hip height. The ankles were in restraints, bound to the wall. The rest of the body disappeared behind a window cut-out, concealed by strip curtains. The figure, or at least the visible part of it, wore absolutely nothing but a pair of torn silk stockings.

"...Ah," Asmodea blinked. "Gloryholes. ...Of a kind."

There was an entire row of these holes further along the wall, she now realised, most of them occupied by grunting, thrusting masked men, their trousers gathered unceremoniously at their ankles.

"Harengon holes, they're called," Astarion corrected. "Because harengons-"

"...live in burrows and fuck like rabbits, yes, I've gathered."

Despite herself, she glanced up at Astarion, and, perhaps reading the unasked question in her eyes, he elaborated further.

"If the manor events are run the way I think they are, the participants here are all thrill-seeking guests, not paid staff. Concealed attendants should be keeping an eye on things on both sides, in case anyone doesn't know how to behave."

They passed further along the wall, observing the activities around them. A halfling, scorning a nearby stepladder which must have been provided for those of their stature, simply stood with their face buried between the disembodied legs. A chorus of muffled moans and howls sounded from somewhere beyond the wall.

The scene appeared increasingly more comical the longer Asmodea observed it, and she bit her lip to hold back a titter.

"Shall we move on before we're kicked out..?" Astarion asked, seeing her reaction. "I don't believe this is intended as a comedy show."

They continued on to the next room.

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post

[oflights]

In your drarry gilmoregirl au who is going to be luke-character and who the rory/lorelei part? Or is it not meant that literally of an AU? :)

hi!! so harry is luke, draco is lorelai! it's based on this post of mine from a while back. it's def more of a fusion than an AU though, like they are still wizards and their town is magical etc. to be totally honest, it's just an opportunity for me to indulge more in my draco + scorpius + stepdad harry thing lol.

this might be cruel since i still don't know when i'm finishing it, but here's a snippet from the first chapter!

“Can I have some coffee too?” Scorpius asks, and Harry sighs.

“No. You can have more water or some orange juice.”

“But I already ate an entire orange!” Scorpius cries, holding up the remaining peels. Draco looks between them with a smile, equally used to this routine and not taking sides, as if he has no stake in his own son’s nutrition.

“Well done; that should stave off the scurvy for a little while,” Harry says, exasperated with both of them. Draco doesn’t help matters by sitting there and fucking moaning about the coffee. It’s ridiculous; Draco’s love of coffee is probably a good percentage overdramatic and played up, another piece in a series of little rebellions—his parents had never been coffee drinkers.

Harry won’t call it out or question it, though. There’s a reason he’d never gotten Draco a coffeemaker or taught him to make his own.

“Please?” Scorpius asks, because of course he’s not done. For all that he’d apparently been an agreeable toddler, he is a stubborn, sometimes argumentative 10-year-old, and always worse in his father’s presence. That’s because, and evidently so judging by the pleased smirk on Draco’s face, Draco is never prouder of Scorpius than when he’s giving Harry a hard time.

“No,” Harry says, something he tries to be good at saying to both Malfoy men whenever possible. He tries really hard, actually. “Not until you’re older.”

“That’s rubbish,” Scorpius says, grumbling down at his empty plate. He looks up when Harry swipes the plate away, a surly resentment on his face that makes Harry hold back a snicker. Draco’s worse about that, cupping his hand over his mouth and not really succeeding in hiding his amusement, which at least gets Scorpius’ glare turned on him. “Dad, it’s not funny. I want to try it!”

“Coffee stunts your growth,” Harry says before Draco can get successfully tricked—Scorpius has known since he was 8 that framing things under the guise of intellectual curiosity tends to get Draco to agree to them. Draco is certain he has a future Ravenclaw on his hands, and he’s rather excited about how Scorpius is going to torture all of his Hogwarts professors. Harry, though, thinks Draco’s got it wrong—Scorpius is the very best of House Slytherin. He plans to make and win a bet with Draco on it.

“Says who?” Scorpius asks.

“Says—science. You don’t need your growth stunted, Scorpius. You’re already pretty short for your age.” Harry grins as the glare grows hotter, Scorpius’ eyes narrowing.

Chuckling again, Draco rubs his hand up and down Scorpius’ back and says, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Your parents are both tall; you’ll hit your growth spurt soon enough.”

“Not if you drink coffee, though,” Harry says, and puts down a glass of orange juice with a hearty thunk. It sloshes but doesn’t spill, which means his spellwork on the glasses is holding—he’s Charmed all of his glass and dishware to be spill and break-proof, doing the research and asking Draco for help building the spells right around the time Scorpius was going through his 4-year-old Chaser practice phase.

Scorpius scowls, and Draco barely hides his amusement behind his overlarge mug. He meets Harry’s gaze, eyes sparkling, and Harry reads gratitude there, a sort of camaraderie that Draco will rarely admit to out loud, one that Harry can only sometimes convince himself is real.

[my-beloved-lakes]

I just now noticed the dirty/scolding look Sophie gives Breanna when Breanna asked if Eliot was off to kill someone in The Fractured Job. It was very subtle, but if you watch carefully it's there.

While I did think it was funny, her question also bugged me a little, even though I know she was joking, cuz it felt a little insensitive considering all the guilt Eliot feels about his past. But now that I think about it it actually kinda makes sense that she wouldn't understand how insensitive it could be. Like yes, she knows Eliot and she's known him for a long time. But she knows a different side of him than everyone else. She knew him as the cool, badass uncle who her older brother always brought to family gatherings and Christmas and stuff. She probably knows little snippets of Eliot's past but not enough to fully realize that her joke might be a little insensitive. (She would never intentionally be insensitive about it!) Eliot probably never let her see the guilt ridden side of himself because she's like his little kid niece.

Her joke didn't really seem to bother Eliot that much, but Sophie immediately shut it down and I love that. Because Sophie knows just how much guilt Eliot feels and she knows it's something that's caused him a lot of pain. And like Hardison said, they trust her to make sure they're okay. So even if Breanna's joke didn't actually bother Eliot, Sophie still felt like she needed to let Breanna know to back off a bit. And then Breanna did back off.

Idk what point I'm trying to make here but I thought it was an interesting little detail.

Edit: just in case it wasn't clear, (I should have made this more clear to begin with.) This is not a hate post about Breanna or even a criticism really! The way I see it, Breanna didn't know and had no way of knowing what she said would be insensitive because Eliot didn't let her know. That's what I was trying to get at. Eliot has been doing a very good job of shielding her from his past and she knows a different side of him than the others. I don't want negative things about Breanna said on this post (or any of my posts for that matter.) Of course everyone is entitled to their opinions but please don't put that sort of thing on my posts. If you have something negative to say about Breanna go make your own post please and thank you.

[zara2148]

Tag game, thanks @reingkings

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

I don't have time for asks so I'll just talk about them here. Sooooo for my newest beloved 457/Inhun, there's these ones:

Squid game labyrinth draft, which I've published a first chapter for

I have an idea for a NSFW oneshot that I'm hoping to do for the 457 zine *fingers crossed I'm accepted*

Severance squid game, my severance fusion AU where Front Man is Inho's severed self and this innie falls for Gihun

His first memory is waking up sprawled flat in a sandy arena, a loudspeaker voice droning from above, “Good morning, would you mind taking a brief survey?” “... what?” He manages to rasp out as he just raises his head, blinking in the sunlight pouring in from overhead. It’s a question that somehow seems so incongruous with waking up like he’s just lost a fight. Not that any time he’s lost a fight is coming to mind or, before he could even hope to begin to feel proud about that, any time he’s been in a fight. Yet there’s an ache of muscle memory, a certainty that what he’s never experienced feels like this. The body knowing what the mind cannot. The voice continues undeterred. “There will be five questions, and then we can proceed with your orientation. A pause. “We value your consent here, so it’s important for you to agree to this. If you wish to say no, you will be escorted out, and your employment status with us terminated.” Right now, it’s overwhelming to think of anything else but going along with what the voice suggests. (He has no idea what he’d be leaving for.) “I agree.” “First question, who are you?” He blinks at that, expecting an answer to immediately come to him, but it doesn’t. He has no answer to give, nothing to say, even as he moves stiff limbs to push himself up to a kneeling position. “Who are you?” the voice repeats, and he shakes his head. Is he supposed to be someone? He’s not entirely sure if he is, not on his own. Accepting his silence, the voice presses on. “What Seoul neighborhood did you grow up in?” He draws another blank there, the idea of a childhood too alien right now for him to even potentially guess a neighborhood he might have lived in. The voice doesn’t allow his hesitancy to linger. “Name any neighborhood in Seoul.” That one, he can answer, “Itaewon.” “What is Oh Il-nam’s favorite childhood game?” He doesn’t know the name, it’s unfamiliar, should he guess a game? Possibilities flit through his mind, ddakji, yunnori, gonggi, biseokchagi, jegichagi… there’s too many, and none of them jump out at him as the one to choose. Again, the voice leaves little room for anything but immediate action. “What was the color of your mother’s eyes?” Mother, he knows that word, what the relationship is, but he can’t think of anyone to tie a name to that title. Would her eyes look like his or not? What do his eyes look like? He’s silent again, and the voice finishes “Thank you for taking our survey, this concludes our preliminary assessment.” He feels a sense of shame, knowing he’s only answered one of the actual questions. Perhaps, even though he cooperated, his employment will be terminated anyway. Pink-clad guards enter through large double doors, each of their arms forming a circle that mimics the one on their face. The voice above excitedly declares “And you, Soldier 132, received a perfect score!” and it’s almost like a god praised him as he’s ushered up by the guards and led away.

Cat cafe Inhun, where 2015 winner In-ho stumbles upon a failing cat cafe run by Gihun, who's trying desperately to adopt the kitties out before he has to close down. In-ho, for lack of anything better to do with his time and money, decides to help save the cats and falls for Gi-hun.

The cat fur beneath him is grounding. “Aaaah,” Inho looks up sharply at the man’s expressed unease. “Sir, just a bit more gently. You can’t pet her like she’s a dog, cats are more delicate than that.” Gentle… has it been so long since he’s had anything to be gentle with. “You wouldn’t happen to want to take her home, would you?” Inho looks at him again for that bit of idiocy that just came out of nowhere. “Why would I? I’ve just met her.” The other man shrugs. “Some people bond quickly with cats, they just know when they’ve met the right one.” “Why are you so uneager to unload her?” Inho is no longer in the habit of trusting a shady salesman, he never will again.

One just titled Inho gihun that was my first idea I scribbled down, the idea being that Inho being convinced to burn the games down doesn't mean he's like, rediscovered the joy of life or anything... basically him and Gihun end up trying to assassinate VIPs, with Inho fully expecting that one day they'll be killed by a greater show of force and indifferent to it.

“The games won’t stop until the world changes.” “… fine. Then change the world with me. Unless you’d rather keep using that mask as a barrier against it, a shield for those above us.” “Your way with words still astounds me.” “And you’re still an ass. But I think you might be the best person for me to form a team with. Even after everything.”

I also woke up at 2 a.m. on In-ho's birthday (February 2) to scribble down the barest thoughts of an idea of these two with couple's dice, ya'know the kind where you get actions like "Kiss" "Lick" "Massage" etc.

And we could go back to Midnight Mass and Obimaul WIPs, which haunt my steps like my personal Sang-woo and Sae-byeok.... but lets not.

Might as well tag @zabrak-show and @aftergloom and @gran-maul-seizure

[screebyy]

I hope my comment didnt duplicate on your comic, it kept saying 'not authorized'. but i just wanted to share my love for your crow/jolyon artwork Ive reread this about 4 times now. your artwork is soo good. Did you finish this comic in word format? love love love your storytelling!

I don't think your comment went through at all, this website is so fake 😭

But thank you so much, I really appreciate it and it's always so rewarding to know that other people like them as much as I do! I did post everything I had written for the comic here - the format is a little weird since it's mostly my chaotic comic planning document transcribed into something semi-readable. And it's also incomplete and entirely pre-final shape, before Crow enters the portal. But there's a normal fic buried in the middle of it, which is like my favorite thing I've ever written, and I'm still just really attached to this little AU I've crafted and would like to add more to it.

As for the comic, I'm still hoping to finish the first "arc" which should be two more parts, and ends with the first chapter of that fic. I was making good progress on it but then I got really stuck with the flow of dialogue and then got hit with art block and then I was like fuck it I'll just wait for Revenant to end to see if there's any fun Crow developments I can incorporate. But I've been drawing a lot of Jolyon lately so I'm hoping I'll get back to it soon - and then after that I may draw some other snippets from that fic, though probably not as long/supplemented with text because holy shit comics are hard. Unfortunately I've been pretty uninvested in destiny the game since the most recent layoffs at bungie, and it's unlikely they'll ever give us any in-depth resolution w/ Jolyon anyway, so I might just take them and my fake-ass little AU and run with it for a while idkkk

[oceanicwayfarer]

Moon told me I should post this in snippets and 'semi-chapters'

But She said that I should show you all my writing abilities (and despite the fact that I should finish every single part of this scroll's contents, she thinks a preview is in order.)

It is also, maybe because the first section is about the Nightwings' experience with the entity in folklore I'm writing about. I don't have a proper name for what I'm writing, have never been good at it.

It looks much prettier with my writing on the scroll. But this will have to do, I guess.

Sometimes, I feel it is odd that others cannot see the crystalline wings-–shaped as a dragon against our moons. Throughout our history in Pyrrhia, there have been many stories and rumors about those that we cannot see. Though there’s always one thing that lines up every time with these circumstances. It’s always during the heightened part of the moon cycles. Full Moons, the Brightest Night, etcetera.

Of course, it’s not always the case with me. I’ve seen one particular dragon outside the reaches of my home in the Nightwing Kingdom. Once the fires are put on for display, we're in peak performance at the Market District. I can always see him, Ethereal and Crystalline against our moons. No one can see him, and some dragons call me crazy for even bringing it up. 

At least not all dragons call me a lunatic for it. Some of the Nightwing Elders say otherwise, they speak about how our Lunar Festivals are supposed to represent the dead making their way amongst the stars and our moons, and these dragons exist to help those alongside their path through life, always ending in the afterlife. 

I had asked them why I had seen them, and it was an answer as clear as day. I had that ability to, I was born under the brightest night, to a happy mother and beaming father. A set of teardrops under my eyes. But it still didn’t make sense. There were always other tribes that had seen the same dragon that I had seen, right? There was never a reason for me to have these special abilities, since other dragons across the other tribes have been able to see these beings. I do not know their status amongst our world. 

The elders have said they’re nothing more than benevolent entities of dragons long gone to help others amongst their journey across the stars. Guiding them to the Afterlife. It’s an interesting outlook on what they might be. Given our standing as Nightwings, I’m surprised very few even see these beings. Maybe they only make themselves known, so that Dragons are comforted by the idea of others looking after them.  

Then why are they here for me? That’s something I’ve been trying to mull over for the past couple of moon cycles I’ve seen. Of course, I won’t let it get in front of my studies, or my chores, or the hunting, or hanging out with my friends. But here and now as I’m writing this? I’m unsure. Staring outside on this hill, quill, ink and scroll in claw. Writing into the hours while hoping they appear before me. It doesn’t exactly feel like they will, though. 

I wonder if other tribes have different names for our three moons. They probably do. I wouldn’t think a tribe like the Skywings and Mudwings would especially call them the names that we call them. From left to right, we have Selene, Luna and Artemis. Some of our elders worship Artemis, our eldest moon. Apparently the other two had come as an event during the Lunar Festival. When a Dragon is born under the Brightest Night with a Lunar Eclipse under way. 

They say it makes the dragon destined to become one amongst the stars, and I guess all three of them hit that chance event to become a Moon. I wonder if they’re still sentient, still looking over us in these trying times. Of course that’s only what the elders have been saying, but what’s not to tell it as truth? There has to be some merit to these words. They’re old enough into their lives that they themselves could witness some of these things. 

It always wraps back around to one thing, though… 

Why me? 

[i-already-know-im-going-2-hell]

all right cass, PLEASE tell me about "this was supposed to be funny." i need to know what you mean by this

So this might be anticlimactic, but I actually had to look through a bunch of stuff to figure out what this one was even supposed to be about, because I take terrible notes (no notes 😅), so I'm providing you a snippet and as much of a plot summary as I can remember lol

So basically, this was based off of one of those like text conversation memes, where somebody put "Sam and Dean" in the comments, which is where the "this was supposed to be funny" came from, the original post being funny.

I cannot find the original meme or post though, so this is all memory from this point and I have not worked on this thing since *checks wordcounter save date* oh god January, so you're not really gonna be getting much context unfortunately....

Basic plot summary as far as I can tell though, is Dean gets blackout drunk at a bar, texts Sam to pick him up, Sam does, Dean confesses a lot of things to Sam because he is so drunk he doesn't know it's Sam, and then texts Sam that he got home safe and he doesn't need to pick him up anymore.

What was Dean going to confess? No idea honestly, didn't write any notes lol. Is it supposed to be angsty? Dean hitting on Sam because hey he looks like his brother? Dean confessing things about their family?

No clue. (Why the fuck do I never write any notes (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) )

Will I get back to finishing this?

Maybe actually, I think I do actually like the concept now that I'm remembering it exists. I should probably right out a plot synopsis first so that I don't end up in this mess again. But for now here's a snippet 😅

Sam's phone vibrates on the table in front of him where he'd left it while doing research. Knowing there's probably only one person trying to contact him this late and that he's five minutes from him at a bar he picks it up to make sure he's ok.

"sammy" is all the text says.

Smiling Sam finds it funny Dean's texting him when he'd clearly gone out for a hookup.

"Strike out?" he texts back, unable to stop himself from some little brother ribbing.

He sees the dots flash across the screen showing Dean's typing and leans back abandoning his research for the moment to pay attention to his brother.

"m drunk can yo pick me up?"

Unable to stop himself from frowning in worry Sam texts back pretty quickly.

"You're only five minutes from here Dean, how drunk did you get?"

"wouldnt have hd to if you'd been here" is all he says in reply.