#(I forgot what made me think of it but I had this fantastic idea post war where Créa has tried to keep herself together)

[dunadaan]

I’ve been feeling Créa creep up on me as of late and today I went back and reread my little document where I type up random ideas for scenes/fics and I was like. Wow who wrote this. This is really good. Why isn’t there more of this damn. But also wow I really put miss créa through the blender and she is a fine red mist a lot. But that is the life of a ranger…and even when she’s not a ranger anymore I press blend on high and she is sadly used to that

[knavesflames]

heyyy el

requesting politely reader ... tending to ... arlecchino with her mouth and going from starting timid to taking a bit more control to arles surprise

lots of care and love just like in the one you just posted :3

mhm ty

Hi anon<33 I hope you are doing well and having a nice night (it’s night for me). I liked this idea >:) sorry lol it took me a while to come up with a concept but I hope this suffices 😁😁😁 (hi guys the dirty words are slowly making a reappearance)

Word count: 2.2k

Contents: soft dom!reader (kind of yes), bottom Arlecchino, cunnilingus (funny word), fingering at the end, orgasm denial (ONCE GUYS OKAY ONCE), also praise (guys I’m cooked)

Songs I listened to (for fun): fantastic- king princess (is this one obvious or not), disease- lady gaga, shhh!- viviz, pivot- HEYOON, boyfriend- dove Cameron, impurities- le sserafim

There’s more but I forgot

Nsft utc<3

Arlecchino is not a receiver. She gives and takes nothing, it’s how she’s always liked it, whatever the reason may be. She has not explained, and you doubt she will. Arlecchino is very secretive, you’ve come to learn. She divulges what she must, and keeps the rest hidden. Even you, who seems to know more about her than anyone ever has, is kept in the dark about a lot of things– what exactly triggers her nightmares? What truly happened with that ‘Mother’ of hers? There are rumours, of course. Arlecchino is mad and cursed, she killed her Mother ruthlessly without reason, she killed her best friend for nothing other than a simple quarrel. You know them to be false, now you know her better, but what you can’t seem to understand is why she lets the lies fester, why allows herself to be portrayed as a cruel monster. She can’t seem to answer you.

Arlecchino also refuses to tell you why she pushes herself so hard, or why she has such strict rules for herself. You beg her to take that damn suit off constantly (for.. Multiple reasons, both you and her know that well enough– she only obliges when it ends in you as a quivering mess on the bed). “What happened to regular clothing? I know you dislike dresses, but you don’t have to force your body into that silly suit all the time.” is a phrase often uttered. Silence is the only answer given.

Silence seems to be an answer you get from her often. In different contexts, of course. Sometimes, she is silent when she is comfortable, when she is thinking, when she is angry.. You realised long ago that she is a woman of few words– and even fewer sounds. During the rare occasions you get to make her feel good (whether that’s simultaneous to your own pleasure, or before), the only sounds you really hear are the soft breaths and the slight grunts whenever you do something she particularly likes. You have made it your mission to coax more sounds out of her, even if it’s the last thing you do. You experiment with different things each time you get to make her feel good, anything remotely sexual she’s done to you, you try with her. Degradation doesn’t work, her only response is a cock of her eyebrow and a scoff. Praise is a little bit better, earning a soft kiss on whatever part of your skin she can reach. Tying her up is out of the question– she has made it abundantly clear multiple times she only enjoys the act of bondage, however small, when you are on the receiving end. It’s the case for a lot of things, and it almost irritates you. Almost. it turns out the answer is something much simpler than anything you’ve ever tried, and you mentally curse yourself for taking so long to figure it out (for Arlecchino, that was the point. She likes the game, even if she truly is trying to keep her weakness hidden).

The answer was something she had done to you almost every time you had engaged in some form of intimate act with her. There aren’t many acts more intimate than your partner giving up the ability to speak because their tongue seems to be.. Busy. You just hadn’t realised that Arlecchino would ever be on the receiving end. So, after much pleading (and begging to the point it almost seems you’re begging her to fuck you instead of the other way around), she seemed to relent. Barely.

“Let me try,” comes the soft whisper from your lips, hitting the side of her neck as you gently place kisses there. There’s no reaction, but you could swear you felt a shiver. Moving away from the milky, unmarred skin of her neck (one of the only places that isn’t marked with either her curse or an array of scars), you almost expertly push the blazer off her shoulders before slowly sinking to your knees. The carpet is fuzzy, but it doesn’t do much to soften the hard wood underneath. You can’t find yourself caring. The blazer lands on the back of the desk chair. Excited, desperate fingers tug at the buttons of those godforsaken trousers until they finally do what you want them to do. You’ve done what you can, you can’t push her hips up so you can continue to take them off, she’s stronger than you’ll ever be (you like that). “Don’t you think it would feel nice? You know it feels nice. Do you not think you deserve it?”

“I do not deserve the pleasure you give me,” she murmurs, a rare show of her inner thoughts. The woman criticises herself too much, you think. You wish she wouldn’t be so strict with herself.

“Irrelevant,” She shivers at the slight sternness of your voice. It mirrors her own. “Do you want it?”

Arlecchino doesn’t respond for a while. Her hand moves to your head, and she caresses your hair, gently stroking and tugging at the strands before she eventually speaks, a whisper, a subconscious attempt to hide the fact she’s about to chase something she never allows herself to. “Put a pillow under your knees, at least.”

You grin, so pleased with yourself. You stand again, only to sprint and find a pillow. It happens to be the pillow you sleep on, it doesn’t matter. You return to your position only to find her trousers messily on the ground, and the top four buttons of her dress shirt undone. The look in her eyes is one you’ve rarely seen– want. “Beg.” you whisper, the grin still on your face. Arlecchino’s own face twists into a frown.

“I will die before I beg for anything.” Her tone is resolute, and you sit there nonetheless, unmoving apart from the finger tracing up and down her toned thigh. You both stay like that for an agonising two minutes before she barely mumbles. “Please.”

You are incredibly aware that you won’t get more than that, so, even though you know it doesn’t do much, you mutter “good girl”. It does do something, though. You barely hear it, but her breath shakes. You take it as an initiative to start, so you let your lips find her thigh, planting wet, open mouthed kisses up towards her inner thigh. You continue, and– she’s soaked already. You’ve done exactly nothing and she’s as wetter than you’ve ever seen her. Your eyes move up to hers, a raise of your eyebrow as you open your mouth to speak, but she cuts you off before you can speak.

“Do not. I am aware of the.. situation.”

“But you’re all wet and it’s all for my tongue. Isn’t that sweet?” You’ve never been this cocky at all, and Arlecchino would be a liar if she said she didn’t like it. She tries to find words, something to refute the claim, but her words are ripped from her lips when she feels your own lips graze her clit. It’s a tiny movement, really, but one she isn’t entirely used to. The only reaction she makes, however, is a slightly sharper exhale. Until your eyes stare straight into hers and you do it again, though for longer. Then again, though this time your tongue presses flat against it. Your tongue doesn’t move, much to Arlecchino’s dismay. The hand that rested in your hair gently tugs.

“Continue.” She speaks breathily, and her words shake. You can practically hear her gulp as she tries (and fails) to calm herself, and you know she’s probably telling herself to show no emotion. Though, when you finally start moving your tongue in slow, languid motions, you hear her shaky sigh and feel her hand in your hair tighten even more. You try to find a rhythm that affects her the most, alternating between soft licks and harder presses— you find that swirling your tongue around her clit, occasionally moving down to dip your tongue into her aching cunt. Your eyes dart up to her every few seconds to catch her mouth falling open and her head tilting back. When her mouth isn’t open, she’s stifling any noise she could possibly make, gritting her teeth so hard you’re almost certain they’re going to crack. The next time you tear your eyes away from her skin and move them to her face, her eyes are squeezed shut, and only then does a quiet groan escape her.

Something seems to change in your mind, because your hands move to grip her thighs, holding them apart despite them trembling. She’s sensitive, after all, it isn’t often she gets taken care of, is it? The blackened hand not pulling greedily at the strands on your head moves in an attempt to push your hands away, but your voice vibrates against her (which of course, causes another quiet sound to slip from her). “Keep your hands on the chair.”

Arlecchino’s eyes shoot open, a gasp practically ripping through her lungs. “You cannot expect me t—“

“Do it or I stop. Let me finish making you feel good.” She scolds herself internally for letting you get too comfortable with her own tricks. Either way, it feels good and she doesn’t want you to stop, though she’d rather cut off her own arm than admit it. She doesn’t need to say a word, though, the small groans (and whimpers) tell you everything. Especially when they grow louder, and her chest begins heaving, and her voice breaks with every utterance of your name. It’s the most pleasure she’s ever outwardly expressed.

“Why did you stop?” Her exasperated, breathless voice echoes the room. You stopped just as her orgasm was reaching the peak, causing it to ebb away quickly, a sense of disappointment growing in Arlecchino’s stomach. Her eyes, now piercing into you with that familiar irritated stare, meet yours, your own full of amusement. Wiping your chin (when you’re eating pussy like it’s the last meal you’ll ever eat, it tends to get messy, doesn’t it?), you chuckle and respond in your own teasing lilt.

“You taste so good, and your pussy is so damn pretty, Arlecchino. I don’t particularly want to stop right now. You can take it, can’t you? Keep your hands still.” Her face twists into some odd mix of mortified and aroused, but your tongue meets her clit again, and the only sound she can make is something so uncharacteristic, a whine. You continue exactly what you were doing before, though this time you decide to slide a finger into her— the reaction she gave was definitely a pleasant one, her back arching off of the chair, her hands squeezing the seat of it in an attempt to keep them still. Arlecchino reaches the peak quicker this time, and despite your bossy orders, she finds herself melting into you completely, her hips grinding herself onto your tongue as much as she possibly can. It’s completely different to how she was at the beginning, her plan to remain unbothered and stoic foiled.

“Can I— please don’t stop this time.” When there comes no response from you other than a curl of your finger, she moans your name in a useless attempt to get you to answer her. You’re being mean, she thinks, and you’re using everything she does against her. “Answer me. Tell me I can cum.”

How is she still demanding things from you even in this position? She lost all control a long time ago. You find your eyes opening though, and while adding a second finger, your voice softens and you speak, voice full of affection. “Be good and cum for me, then. Now, before I change my mind. Let yourself feel good, yeah?”

Arlecchino doesn’t need to be told twice, because her hips lose whatever rhythm they had when your tongue presses flat against her, letting her choose the pace and the rhythm she knows will get her there quickest (it doesn’t take long, the woman is so sexually pent up it’s laughable). Within a minute, she’s crying out, her hands flying up to her face to cover the obscene expression she knows is there. You pay no attention, only watching every movement with a sense of satisfaction and a smile in your eyes. You keep your finger curling and your tongue still until her body stops rocking, and her hands leave her face. When her face, the one you find so beautiful, emerges from behind her hands, mascara slightly smudged, you can’t help but snicker as you pull out and away from her.

“Better?” You ask, wiping your chin once more with the back of your hand. You somehow look so smug and the look on your face pisses Arlecchino off, just a little. How you’re so calm and collected and she’s a fucked out mess sat in her desk chair.

“Yes,” she says, her voice sharper than she intends it to be really, but she continues in the same tone. “I do hope you don’t think we’re finished, hm?” Your head tilts in slight confusion, but the smile remains on your face. After a while, Arlecchino’s own lips twitch upwards, barely noticeable, but you notice nonetheless. “How could I leave you without feeling good, too? Go to the bedroom, please.”

[shmisky]

Buckle up, guys. This is FORD HAS ALWAYS LOVED STAN VERY MUCH, the meta.

I think a big misunderstanding going on in this fandom, both in our cesty inner circle and outside it, is the idea that Stan was the one yearning for Ford while Ford was too busy passionately hating him (at worst), or indifferent (at best), too focused in his research and academic accomplishments to pay his repressed love for Stan any mind. Ambitious, self-centered Ford, who would be shocked at the preposterous idea that he still loved Stan deep down if, say, his post-Weirdmaggedon future self revealed it to him. “I thought I hated you, but I was wrong,” old Ford would say to Stan, regretful. Now, this couldn’t be further from canon 😭

My controversial take is: Ford has always known he loved Stan. Yes, even at his most bitter. He just didn’t think Stan was worthy of that love.

So I have dedicated this particular meta to pointing out not all (because that would make it longer than Tolstoy’s War and Peace) but the most telling moments re: Ford’s repressed but obvious love for Stan and their implications. With pictures and one (1) random gif I happened to find.

When thinking about Ford’s love for Stan, I often think of I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons:

I’ve been around the world and never in my wildest dreams

Would I come running home to you

I’ve told a million lies but now I tell a single truth

There’s you in everything I do

Because Stan is in literally everything he does, sometimes in ways so subtle that people miss it, and in ways that Ford himself would love to deny, even if it meant lying to himself. Like I said in a previous meta, Ford is very, very sentimental, and that is reflected in his relationship with Stan through the decades, with all the different paths he takes to cling to his past and the idea of his brother.

Let’s explore some examples, shall we? We don’t need to go far.

First of all, the Mystery Shack cottage, commissioned by Ford and built by Dan Corduroy, is clearly based off a childhood toy he shared with Stan.

It doesn’t stop there, of course. Ford loves his boat motif decorations.

And would you look at that, his favorite place in his beloved Gravity Falls, a town full of wondrous places full of fantastical anomalies and literally a weirdness magnet, is, for some reason, a lake. A very weird lake? A very cool lake? No, a lake that reminded him of his childhood aka Stan. “There is no other place in Gravity Falls I would rather be than the lake.”

But that isn’t enough for Ford. He must keep, still, pictures and videos of Stan. People usually focus on the overall adorableness of, say, Ford leaning his head on Stan’s shoulders or Ford’s apologies to notice the implications of what Dipper says: “Ford even found an old film reel of them as kids, which he amazingly saved all these years.” Even Dipper himself is amazed. I’ve seen people assuming that Ford had these and forgot about them, or that Caryn (their mother) was the one to send him these and he simply agreed to avoid a fight (because there is a tendency in this fandom to think of her as a very loving mother). Years later, TBoB was like, “nuh-uh, children, that was all Ford Pines being Ford Pines!” How so? Ford not only does remember these itens, but he makes a conscious effort to hide them from Fiddleford, worried that his friend was getting “too close” (from what? from the inner depths of his heart and mind, where Stanley was?) “I’ve quickly re-hidden here, away from prying eyes.” Oh, Ford.

And a picture of teenage Stan, too! You would think he would just attach himself to the idealized version of baby Stan in his head to feed his nostalgia and completely ignore teenage Stan, the traitor, the one who destroyed his science project. But no, Ford wouldn’t be Ford if he acted normal about Stan. The funniest thing to me about the ripped yearbook page is that it implies Ford made the conscious decision to include Stan as he ripped the page off, when he could have just focused on his own picture. And then we also have his drawing of Stan, a perfectly accurate portrayal of Stan’s face as he got kicked out, implying that not only he paid an enormous amount of attention to his brother and how he looked like back then, but that particular image was living rent free in his brain. Very vividly. With details.

Now, folks, do we have any doubt whatsoever of the power Stan had in Ford’s psyche? Seeing that this is how the bedrock of Ford’s mind looked like? The boat, the swing set? I’ve seen it suggested before that these items represent Ford’s greatest regrets — I don’t know if I fully agree with that take, seeing as the swing set is fully intact, unlike in Stan’s mind, but one thing is true: they represent what Ford deep down thinks is most important, and two of three are directly related to Stan. Even the portal, from a certain angle, is connected to Stan.

But back to pictures. In a previous analysis, I’ve pointed out that, according to Alex, that picture of Stan has always been in Ford’s coat pocket, through all the decades, even before Bill’s betrayal. That’s why it’s so damaged. He was dimension hopping with it. I don’t think I even need to make any comment here, hahah.

But one last thing I would like to point out is: Stan Pines is very much his weakness. Ford knows this and accepts this with shocking ease. How so? Well, first of all, the nightmare he had. As he tells us about it in Journal 3, even though he attempts to make light of the situation, his hand is clearly trembling as he writes, making drops of ink splatter on the page. The climax of his nightmare, the peak, the scariest moment was when Ford realized he was not the one at risk; rather, Stan was. “I realized my hand wasn’t chasing after me at all—it was chasing after my brother, and it was going to squeeze him to death!” And then, may it be noticed, there was no hesitation whatsoever on Ford’s part about whether to save Stan or not, nor does he try to hide his protective reaction. It was immediate and instinctive. “I tried to run to help him, but my feet were frozen.” It’s very telling that the Dream Hipster, the nightmare inducing ghost, thought that Stanley Pines would be the most effective thing to make Ford shake in his boots. Not even, say, failing and being ridiculed by other scientists, considering how ambitious he was.

And you know who else has noticed this weakness? Bill Cipher, of course. After psychologically, emotionally, and physically abusing Ford in horrific manners (including but not limited to: forcing him to eat spiders, driving a nail into his hand, and making him wake up on the snowy roof of the Mystery Shack as a symbolic threat of forced suicide), Bill involves Stan, as the grand finale. “But then he crossed a line.” Oh, did he, Ford? Why was your brother that line? “No. He wouldn’t.” Ford couldn’t even believe Bill’s audacity in involving Stan, even though he very much already knew Bill was as evil as evil could get. Because Bill knew, having free access to Ford’s mind, how terribly important Stan was: the person Ford loved the most in the world, more than himself.

That is why, when Stan-as-Ford tells Bill, “My only condition is that you let my brother and the kids go!” Bill easily believes him. He thinks that it would be in-character for Ford. After all, he’d turned everyone into tapestry (including Fiddleford, whom Ford also cared greatly about), but spared Stan and the kids due to their value to Ford. And Bill wouldn’t be wrong, not at all. He wouldn’t, because Ford himself was the one to tell Stan: “We need to take his deal. It’s the only way he’ll agree to save you and the kids.” It’s blaffling to me how many fans seem to forget Ford’s own words, and the fact Ford was very, very much willing to damn the whole universe (with seven billion people living on Earth at the time) to save three (3) people, including Stan. That Stan himself was the one to oppose and stop him. I think that happens because people buy Ford’s facade of Cold Responsible Greater Good Guy, which couldn’t be more deceiving. At this point I’m begging you guys to look deeper!

[x]

And, as the grand finale, I choose to point out how young adult Ford, still in college, with his bitterness and resentment still very fresh, admits to missing Stan. He wrote, “miss you” in their Bro Code, the code he memorized and never forgot. He not only thought about Stan, which would be understandable, since all of us have intrusive thoughts, but he took the time to write it down, and in code, which would be even more difficult than just writing it in English. That requires at least some level of acceptance. You may not be able to filter your thoughts, but you are able to filter your writing.

Ford does attempt to filter his writing, I know, by crossing out a lot of lines in Journal 3, most of them about Stan. But he does not cross out all of it. He freely admits to having a nightmare about Stan, to wanting to protect Stan from the giant six-fingered hand, to having the lake as his favorite place, to missing Stan, etc. I think that Ford, if asked about his love for Stan back then, would also freely admit to it, as well. Stan is his twin brother. Of course he loves Stan. He just doesn’t like Stan, or trust him, or think Stan is worthy of that love.

The way I see it, Dipper was someone Ford loved (deeply rooted, complex emotion), liked (felt fondness towards), and trusted (to be capable of handling all the mystery stuff). Mabel was someone he loved, liked, but didn’t trust (due to his constant projecting). Stan was someone he didn’t like nor trust, not anymore, but still loved with a fierce intensity of one thousand suns.

[monstersflashlight]

Hey, I love you content. Really totally love it. Is it weird to say that it makes me relax ?

Anyhow I read a tumblr post today about some really nice gentle giant movers and packers and I wanted to ask you if you could write a human×minotaur drabble/post about the human hiring a company of movers and packers with incredible reviews and these massive human guys show up who are all so nice and sweet and then this more massive minotaur shows up and you think that he would be lifting heavy furniture but he begins to carefully wrap all the delicate items and then he helps in lifting the heavy furniture which makes all the humans huff and gruff but he's making a specific grunt sound once in a while which travels straight down to your core.

You were too stressed that day to focus on him but that doesn't mean that you didn't touch yourself to the thought of him late at night once they all left. Without your knowledge he tucked away a few of your things and he kept coming back to return them to you. You were still unpacking so you didn't actually know how much was missing and were very grateful and always offered him something in return i.e. drinks or snacks or just hanging out for a bit which turns into him helping you out to sort stuff.

One day he shows up just as you have gotten out of the shower and were in the middle of a mastμrbating session and he can smell it on you. It makes him go feral and then after everything's done he gets all cuddly and purrs a little bit (I read somewhere that cows and some bulls purr when they're happy just like cats do)

I'm sorry if this was too long. I love your writing because it tickles very niche and specific interests and I wanted to throw the whole idea out there. Thank you so much if you choose to write this and thank you so much regardless.

A/N: Hi there! It makes me happy that you like my content, thank you so much for being here and reading my stuff. <3 Hope you like this!

Moving company

Minotaur x fem!reader || sex toys, oral sex

When you decided to move, someone at work recommended you a monster moving company, claiming they would do the job in half the time. Which they did. But still was a surprise when a team of four minotaurs showed at your door and started moving boxes as if they weighted nothing. You had never enjoyed watching someone as much as you did that day. Their rippling muscles flexing and bulging, sweat running down their torsos and foreheads as they moved your stuff around. By the time they left, you were wet and ready to get beyond fucked.

But wasn’t until a couple days later that one of the movers, the one with the long hair and pretty hazel eyes, appeared on your doorstep with a box of books, excusing himself and his crew because they forgot to bring that one in. You thanked him, offering him some of the tea you were preparing. He agreed, and you started talking, enjoying his company a bit more than necessary. He left that evening with a smile and your phone number.

And he appeared again and again, always with the excuse of something he forgot to bring you, until you brought it up and he shyly admitted he liked you and wanted to know you better. You (obviously) kissed him that day, and you made out like teenagers. It was fantastic and you craved more and more.

But he was a perfect gentleman, always appearing with a flower or some sweets, glad to be spending time with you without sexual expectations. Or at least that’s what you thought. But you weren’t like that, you were a horny human with a monster kink who was dating a minotaur… and you wanted to get destroyed.

But since he’s not doing anything to make that happen, you get out the big guns, aka: your biggest dildo. You are bouncing on it, on the edge of what feels like a great orgasm when the doorbell rings. You let out a short cry, startled, and consider not answering, but you know who it is. There’s no other who would show up at your house uninvited.

So you put up some pants, and a shirt and walk to the door. As expected, your minotaur boyfriend is there, with a cupcake in one hand and a rose in the other and looking incredibly handsome. You almost moan at the sight, your pussy still tingling.

You see the exact second his nostrils flare and he smells the juices still sticking to your pussy, still wet from your activities. You watch his eyes darken and his body tensing. He drops the flower and the muffin and lets out a tiny groan.

Then he launches.

You let out a screech when his big body collides with your middle and he pulls you up over his shoulder, grunting about mattresses and flat surfaces. You half-heatedly point to your right, to your bedroom, and he kicks the door open with his hoof.

You let out an amused huff, slapping his ass and getting a slap in return, which only makes you groan. That snaps him out of his trance, throwing you to the mattress and kneeling on the floor, pulling your legs to him until your covered pussy is in in front of his face and he’s looking at you for permission.

“Yes,” you moan.

He rips your yoga pants in the middle, his big rough tongue over your pussy in a second as he devours you and groans at the taste. “Were you playing with this pretty cunt?” You nod, rolling your hips against his exploring fingers, trying to get him to push them inside. “So naughty, fucking what’s mine…” His possessive tone makes your legs tremble at the same time he pushes two fingers inside of you and sucks on your clit while you cry out. “Give me the toy, darling. I want to see how pretty your pussy looks around it,” he grunts. You do as told.

He takes no time pushing the toy inside of you, cooing as you groan. He fucks it into your already welcoming heat, your pussy stretching to the brim as he grunts with each thrust as if it’s his own dick being feed into your hungry cunt. You can’t get enough of it, begging for more over and over.

And when his tongue joins, licking your clit at the same time he twists his wrist to get the toy to the perfect angle… You come messily, screaming his name as loud as possible as you lose control of your movements and roll your hips down against the toy and his warm tongue.

You open your eyes a few seconds later to find him lowering his pants and keeling between your open legs. “Now you take me,” he says with a growl, his dick in his hand, way bigger than the dildo…

Fuck yeah.

[incorrect-rqg]

Okay my intent here is not to start drama in the rqg fandom in 2024 because I love this community and frankly it's not that deep, but there's something I just wanna talk about for a sec.

I've seen the sentiment around lately that the party is unnecessarily cruel to Wilde - from the Prague arc all the way up to Damascus or even Japan - and that this specifically contributes to Wilde's guardedness and unwillingness to be emotionally open with the party throughout the show. That he goes "oh, you want me to be the snarky punching bag with no feelings? Then that's what I'll be."

While this is a sentiment I generally agree with, I take some issue with the idea that the party - Grizzop specifically - is mean to Wilde for "no reason".

Grizzop has a very good reason to dislike being around Wilde, which he expresses on numerous occasions - Wilde's lack of respect for Grizzop's personhood and his use of condescending and demeaning language.

While Wilde never actually calls Grizzop "It" like he'd later claim (just a result of long gaps between sessions and Ben being a human being with imperfect memory), he does call him "this one" and generally treat him in a dismissive and condescending way, even after being told to stop numerous times.

Now, I've seen the argument that this is kind of just how Wilde talks to everyone. That's just who he is, especially in earlier arcs. This isn't entirely untrue, but that doesn't change the fact that like... Grizzop is a goblin (in the RQGverse a minority race with a history of oppression), who has been the target of this kind of language and attitude from humans his entire life. He's entirely warranted in being upset at being treated this way. Wilde doesn't ever really give Grizzop any reason to like him, and frankly Grizzop doesn't owe Wilde jack shit.

Another scenario is the iconic moment where Grizzop punches Wilde in the dick. I made a post about this a couple days ago while Very High and then forgot to delete it in the morning so it's just up now. But I've seen a couple comments (on the post and elsewhere) being like "poor Wilde :(" or "he didn't deserve that" and like... He kinda did? He was being antagonistic and negging Sasha, deliberately trying to make her feel worse about her upcoming Risky Medical Procedure. Even if it was just him being silly that's still a pretty shitty thing to do. You can argue that Grizzop went overboard with the physical violence, but arguing that it wasn't at all warranted doesn't make sense to me.

I love Wilde as much as the next rqg fan. He's probably my favourite character, maybe behind Sasha. But in order to appreciate the extent of his character growth it's important to recognize situations where yeah, he was being shitty and antagonistic.

And, even in a scenario as silly and fantastical as this, I still think it's important to not brush off the experiences of a marginalized person who says they're a target of discriminatory language, even if the perpetrator is someone you like. Wilde is white, and charming, and wealthy, and in a position of power over Grizzop as his handler and as a government representative. He is not the victim in this situation.

Again, very much not looking to start shit here, especially because "aw, poor Wilde :(" is definitely a thought I've had while listening to early RQG. This is just something I've been thinking about a lot during my current relisten and wanted to share with you guys.

[avelera]

Oh GOD you, too, are an online lectures geek pls consider this your invitation to talk about favs--ones that stuck with you, current obsessions--the more the better! In trade, I'll tell you the two things I'm currently adoring: Yale's Open Course podcast on The Civil War to Reconstruction done by David Blight (man forgot more than ten other civil war historians know even if he mumbles *constantly*) and A History of Christianity by Diarmaid MacCulloch (so! worth the Prime BBC free trial <3)

Hiya! Don't mind if I do!

So 99% of the lectures I've watched lately are on the Great Courses Plus which was recently and stupidly renamed "Wondrium", which I find profoundly stupid because instead of just saying, "Hey, check out the Great Courses, yeah you can kinda guess what the streaming service offers," I have to instead explain what this nonsense term "Wondrium" means, ANYWAY, they've got lectures about basically everything.

Essentially, it's Netflix but for college lectures. YouTube has become so unreliable as far as what's actual information and what's completely made up or even racist conspiracy theory BS that I find it completely untrustworthy. Also, most documentaries are trying to prove something new, or offer a new angle on something, OR they're SO rudimentary and 101 that even for topics I know less about in history I tend to already know everything they're going to say.

So I pivoted to college lectures because 1) it's a whole series so like, dozens of hours I can just throw on in the background while doing something mindless and 2) I know it's going to be trustworthy, reliable, and provide me a baseline on a topic instead of some "new controversial spin" on it. Like, goddammit, sometimes I just want to better understand the history of Ancient Egypt, not your stupid theory about how they were secretly all space aliens or that we've got the carbon dating all wrong or whatever made up nonsense.

So, here's a list of some of my favorites!

Hannibal: The Military Genius Who Almost Conquered Rome - I consider myself about as near an expert as a non-academic can get on Rome and this lecture actually taught me some things, which is rare, so I recommend it as a fantastic deep dive!

How the Crusades Changed History is a pretty good short version that I recommend to anyone who enjoyed The Old Guard's Nicky and Joe BUT, for the best Crusades lecture, I'd recommend this History of the Crusades podcast. Sharyn Eastaugh is not just insanely informative, but her dry wit made me laugh out loud at least once an episode at the sheer hapless ineptitude of the Crusaders.

In the Wake of the Plague is a fantastic new lecture by Wondrium, the lecturer is amazing and it provides a lot of objective insights into how humans react to plagues that is VERY relevant to current events, BUT their lecture on **The Black Death in general is the one that got me obsessed with their lecture series. I watched it in the first week of Covid lockdown and let me tell you, having this super in-depth, objective look into how people behaved during the Black Death was incredibly valuable (and chilling) going into those years because it all played out with astonishing similarity. Also, anything by that lecturer, Dorsey Armstrong, is awesome. She's a Medievalist of the highest order. I also recommend her lecture on King Arthur.

**The Birth of the Modern Mind: The Intellectual History of the 17th and 18th Centuries - this one wins the award for "Lecture I thought most likely to bore me to tears that ended up being the single most fascinating I've heard in YEARS." Seriously, the way it explores the evolution of how we think in the modern era, through the philosophers who first conceived of these ideas, was jaw-droppingly fascinating. I also recommend it to writers of historical fiction and fantasy for a crash course, by proxy, of how to write people who think differently than you.

The Other Side of History: Daily Life in the Ancient World - I once had beef with a post here on Tumblr that claimed that academic Classicists don't care about slaves or normal people during the Roman Empire, which is just profoundly absurd. I pointed out this lecture to them if they actually wanted to learn more about the subject instead of complaining that an art history professor may not have been prepped for a lecture about the lives of enslaved people in Ancient Rome. If that is a subject of interest, this lecture is great.

The Real History of Pirates - a must-listen for OFMD fans who want to get an introduction to historical pirates and the history of pirates in literature, which "Our Flag Means Death" owes as much if not more to than the historical figures.

**Turning Points in Middle Eastern History - One of the first lectures I listened to and still one of my enduring favorites. It's the first one I picked up for writing my Old Guard fic, Lights Out, when I wanted to write Joe from a more informed angle and I learned so much.

Understanding Japan: A Cultural History - One of my favorite lectures based on format, the lecturer picks a literary work or cultural concept as the entry point to explore the timeline of Japanese history. It's a fantastic way to give a wider and more holistic look at each era, pairing it with a cultural touchstone.

Shout-out to "The Mysterious Etruscans" because I just think they're neat. The lecturer is also very good and I highly recommend his lecture on ancient cities as well which taught me a lot that I didn't know.

Also a shout out to, "Warriors, Queens, and Intellectuals: 36 Great Women before 1400" for its subject and the lecturer who is great and she also has a really fascinating talk about the history of Spain.

Ok, I THINK that's some of the top ones! ;D

[piko-rose]

So, the Knuckles Show...

It was a hassle to attempt and find the show somewhere else (pirate if you wanna watch), and also I had a lot going on that day, BUT!

I have finally finished all six episodes of Knuckles, and my final thoughts...!

...It was pretty good.

Honestly, nothing to ground-breaking and outstanding but it was fantastic and such a lovely treat to hardcore Knuckles fans. Like me lol. (It may not look like it, but TRUST ME THIS SHOW TURNED ME INTO A HARDCORE KNUCKLES FAN.)

All of my thoughts are under the cut, but to make a long story short, I really enjoyed it! (Forgive this post and me I'm not the best at sharing reviews DX)

Now, some things I wanna point out... (MASSIVE SPOILERS AND PERSONAL HEADCANONS AHEAD)

THOUGHTS ON CHARACTERS

I really liked Wade Whipple. He's goofy, and dorky, and he was fantastic for saving his family and Knuckles. His character arc was really interesting to watch, and he's got a lot of funny moments. Him and Knuckles also make a great team. I believe he would make a great Uncle for Knuckles. XD

Knuckles' arc was fantastic too. I was hoping that he realizes that Earth is his home, and he did. The Movie Series version of Knuckles is definitely my favorite version of Knuckles. EVER. Love this character to death. Number one favorite character right now.

The story was pretty good, too. Interesting that Knuckles isn't the only main focus, but I was onboard with the idea that Wade is also in the spotlight. I liked Wade but I love him A LOT.

The whole drama with Wade's family was something that honestly caught me off guard, but in a good way. It's just great to see more of his extended family. (And Wade's mother and is just so sweet and cool.)

Mason and Willoughby were fun to watch. Almost better than Orbot and Cubot, honestly. XD

The Buyer... I kind of forgot about him until the last few episodes. XD Cool villain, though!

Pachacamac... Never thought I would actually enjoy this character. Really wish he got enough screen time, dude is so hilarious. So much better than the Pachacamac we all knew from Adventure 1 pffffft. And hearing Doc Brown's voice coming out of Mac's mouth was the best part. He fits the role perfectly.

WACHOWSKI FAMILY CRUMBS! WE GOT TO SEE MORE OF THE WACHOWSKIS! It was only for one episode, but it's just so refreshing to see Knuckles with his newfound family, especially Tails. (Even though he didn't get enough screentime.)

No Donut Lord... 😔

MY HEADCANONS OF THE EVENTS DURING THE SHOW (and afterwards)

The house is still in construction after the second film. I have a feeling that the Knuckles show took place probably a month or two after the second film. (Or at least after the baseball field scene from the movie.)

And if that's the case, then it's probably why Sonic and Tails haven't called Maddie "mom" yet. Sonic JUST made Donut Dad official, but not hearing Sonic calling Maddie "mom" didn't surprise me, actually. Since he had a mother figure once before, and now she's gone. Sonic is probably still struggling to make Mama Maddie official after that whole mess. 🥺

And also I think Tails does look at Tom and Maddie as his parents, but calls them by their first names because that's what he's most comfortable with for now.

Sonic mentions that Tails and Knuckles are his roommates. ...Something tells me that he hasn't realized the bigger picture yet. 😈 Once the realization hits, it's over for the middle child.

I seriously don't believe Knuckles is sticking with the Whipples. He's got a bed at home, and "pretzel woman" is a motherly title of sorts for Maddie. I just think Knuckles and Wade have formed a really strong bond. Wade is more of a uncle figure for him, but the Whipples are part of the Wachowskis regardless. 💕

I bet Knuckles' grape stash that the moment Knuckles walks back home with Wade, Sonic, Tails and Maddie (and Tom if he came home) freaks the hell out because he just straight up left home without an explanation. Especially since he's grounded and shouldn't have step foot out of the house. But all that matters is that Knuckles is at home with his family. Did this calm everybody down? No, and yes. It's hard to explain. (At least Sonic knows now that Knuckles can finally relax.)

Ever since the events of the Knuckles Show, seeing visions of Pachacamac is pretty normal for Knuckles, whether he needs to be guided for something even if it's small, or he just casually shows up in his dreams just to say "hi." I feel like since he visited Wade while he was unconscious, I think Pachacamac would also visit other people's dreams or visions. It be so goddamn funny if this dude just randomly show up in Sonic's dream, scaring the living daylights out of him, and when he explains it to Knuckles, he's like: "Oh, that's just Mac, he's cool." and Sonic is like: "???????"

THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODES - Fair warning, I've only seen these episodes ONCE (Including some clips I rewatched on Tumblr.) so some things here might be fuzzy or wrong, so bare with me here...

Episode 1 was a great start. I love the dynamic Sonic and Knuckles has. Bummer that we didn't get to see more of them together, but with the power of writing, that problem can be solved! (HUZZAH!) I love the small bit with Knuckles and his mother Maddie after he got grounded and how he just, took it okay with the fact that he's grounded. And I love Sonic trying to help his new buddy out, he's an absolute sweetheart for that. Pachacamac's appearance in the episode took me by surprise and he was such a joy to watch. Love the elderly goofball. Seeing Knuckles and Wade interact was nice, too, even when he gets to talk about his dad. It was a nice moment. And Knuckolas Cage. Best nickname ever, how dare Knuckles decline such a title for a perfect warrior XD

Episode 2 was great. Absolutely love the daydream scene with Wade's plan on saving Knuckles from the G.U.N. agents, and Holding Out For a Hero playing in the background. GOLDEN. Don't remember much else other than that and Knuckles and Wade rocking out to so music. (And Knuckles breaking the radio again.)

Episode 3 is when we get to see Wade's family members, and it was nice. Wanda is one of those siblings that we had and Wendy (is that her name?) is just so lovely. We got to know more of Knuckles' dad, and once more, it was a tender moment between an Echidna and a dork-ass Uncle. 😊 And we got a EPIC fight scene with Knuckles, Wendy and the goons. It was AWESOME. Also, love Wade's room. He's got good taste.

Episode 4... Oh, my God. It was a fever dream. Literally. It was so RIDICULOUS but it was the greatest thing I've ever seen in a long time. XD I love musical numbers that just come out of NOWHERE, and this was one of them! Adam Pally (Wade) in a Knuckles costume is just the most elegant thing. AND ECHIDNA MUPPETS ARE REAL! I WAS HOPING THAT THEY WOULD ACTUALLY BRING IN THE ECHIDNA MUPPET!! Jokes aside, it was a strangely epic episode of Wade going through Knuckles' past in a unique way. And the songs were pretty great. ...You think that's where all the budgeting went? On this gorgeous musical number? /j Also we got more of my boy Pachacamac, being one of my favorite characters besides Knuckles lmao GOD I wish we got more of Pachacamac. I love him so much XD

Episode 5 Is when they arrive at Reno. It was alright. We got to see Wade meeting his dad finally (also Knuckles is using a phone no problem I guess??) I think that's all I remember. WE GOT KNUCKLES WITH THE HAT THOUGH SO YEAH!

Episode 6 is the last one of the mini series and it was pretty kick-ass. More cool fight scenes, with Knuckles and the Agents, him against the Buyer, which was short and sweet, but still pretty intense. Wade and Pete was competing in bowling. Kept forgetting about that, but it was cool regardless. And Wade being the best uncle ever and protecting Knuckles while he was out. Also kind of forgot a lot from this episode, but nonetheless, badass way to end the mini series. Complete with the classic freeze frame of Knuckles and Wade getting a high five! Knuckles realizing that his home is on Earth was such a powerful scene. It was the first Sonic movie all over again.

And yes, there was a pretty quick post credits scene where Knuckles found a song and claimed it was his jam. It was really cute. XD

Really wish there was a scene where Knuckles came back home to the Wachowskis with the family flipping the lid over the fact that he left the house, but in my heart I know damn well it happened. I know this series too well lmao

That's pretty much all I wanna say about how this show made me feel. It was a fun time. Not was insane as Movie 1 and 2, but still as enjoyable.

Honestly, after watching this, I hope we get a Wachowski family TV show, where it's just the family on misadventures, and moments together that are comedic, fluffy, angst, any emotion you wanna feel watching it, and it's just a good time. I just wanna see more of this goofy little growing family. (Also it'd be cool if season 1 was after the first movie because I wanna see Sonic adjusting to his new life with Tom and Maddie and spending traditions and holidays with them before the sequel.) I love this series too much. 😅

This show got me really ambitious to work on my stories and I really wanna show the community how amazing these characters are. (I just need to get an AO3 in the future...)

It feels good to be back on the Wachowski bandwagon.

The Knuckles Show is flawed, but it was a fun time. I love the characters, I love the story, I love the choice of songs they used, and of course, I love Knuckles. This is the best we've ever seen of Knuckles, and I'm proud of how far this little, tough guy has came.

The Echidna Warrior made his debut 30 years ago, and he's never been stronger. Keep on punching, Knuckles! 😎💕

[frogs-in3-hills]

oh i meant to put together like one post with all my theories and observations before i start the answer arcs but i obviously didn't do that and now i'm being impatient so i'm gonna wordvomit a little bit while i still have the chance to record my probably hilariously wrong theories ok. so first of all in case i haven't made clear my stance on whether magic is real i'm kind of approaching the gameboard sections from the perspective that it isn't real, i'm convinced there is a mystery to solve for how everything happens in each episode, bc as fantastical as it is no magic presented so far has been actively incoherent with reality. example i think with ange's show of magic at the end of ch4 being obv very symbolically significant and a part of how she enters the metanarrative/purgatorio, it's also implied she dies in the "real world" either by jumping from the building or getting shot i actually forgot my bad. that does not erase at all the meaning to her emotional journey, which is why while i do think magic is "not real" it also, like, is definitely real, and the implicit question within the question is actually "what is real" and that's what the game is working with. just by way of being presented to the audience, the magic becomes real. thinking about it this way i'm predicting that this tension can't be resolved by opening thw catbox, bc maybe it isn't even possible to open the catbox, we are just forced as humans to look at it from the outside or the inside wherever we are and turn it around and try to figure out what's on the other side. magic is just a mechanic of the story literalized within itself and it can be used to misdirect or to guide us to the truth just as any other element can in a story, esp a mystery

as this pertains to beatrice ermm i don't reslly know i just want to learn more about her. we saw this duality in her at the end of ch4 that we've seen in almost every other character, which i've been thinking about in terms of splitting identities but that terminology may be a little misleading, it's more the different facets of ourselves being personified to heighten and position HOW the ideas about those facets can/will be conveyed. i don't claim to understand the deal but it's very clear to me at least that beatrice's dual selves is a form of self protection, which ties a lot into my thoughts on witchhood-as-scapegoating where the witch is like an evil christ figure lol who shoulders the blame of our sins. or maybe i just played higurashi.

connected to that is the recurring ideas of wish fulfillment which appear more and more obviously in hindsight which leads me to think natsuhi is the/a culprit in the first ep. she is absent from the 12am role call before the first twilight and honestly had reasonable opportunity to do it, she allegedly saw evidence of the gold, she allegedly was told by totally alive kinzo that shes a true and awesome ushiromiya with a remark about "if only you were born a man" which reads as just her deeply deeply repressed desires to me (god it's so good.), and she goes off with the servants a lot and we don't know what she's doing. i think it makes sense esp as she's the last adult to die. what happened to the kids you say I SDINT KNOW LEAVE ME ALONE. in a way i think she is potentially experiencing something similar to eva where we get this externalization of her innermost trauma driven feelings thru the witch character but they are still the same people. right. like with rosa, she's still the same mama in the end

i don'tknow i also think nanjo is sus because you can get around the red regarding kanon's death if you presume that nanjo is actually the one who killed him intentionally or out of negligence. AMONGST OTHER THINGS. i do not trust him. iirc he was the one who pulled the key out of the pocket in the linked locked rooms and he was one of the only people who could have locked the window if you assume george jumped out the window to go to the mansion. if he's an accomplice that does open up some possibilities for breaking eva beatrice's web of red truth i don't know tgem yet but. there are possibilitie s there. the way he is actually so central to the formulation of a lot of the occult aspects of the mysteries has me thinking he could absolutely be helping to create the illusion that they are impossible without magic.

worth noting i have no idea what to expect regarding battler's sin idk if it's something i can figure out now or not. during the whole battler isn't real thing i stewed up a theory that battler was like kinzo's furniture/homunculus baby (??) which is why people keep going "oh yeah you totally remind me of the master when he was your age" and why beato is suddenly so interested in battler's qualification for being her opponent. which WOULD have like actually really fucked up implications with her getting drunk and talking about her and kinzo's probably non consensual bdsm sex and how battler should totally uh own her and make her his sex toy basically, or alternatively make her his wife which in this context is functionally like the same thing ??? (the oppressive structure of marriage and family and what have you. you know the drill) and i think it would be interesting if battler WAS not real on this level of magic metaphor where beato is trying to use him to conquer her trauma.

i'm not married to this theory but it's kind of interesting to think about esp knowing that the narrative can choose to represent the magic or the human interpretation for any given moment/plot beat, so if we accept things like kanon lazer sword as a metaphor for him like kicking some guy's ass regular style or even battling his internal demons (idk it seems context dependent), we can also think about how the human things we see could be represented with magic. so when beato is like battler you're not even real that works because the magic interpretation is being imposed on top of the human presentation, so when i'm sure we'll get more big moments of "it turns out so and so is actually a big floating crystal in the sky" or whatever that's not evidence of magic it's saying "hey we're making this a metaphor now even though we already showed you the thing the metaphor is representing like this is some sort of um like a metaphor narrative, a meta-narrative if you wi;;"

[gay-jesus-probably]

Hey.

You have successfully made me have a full-blown existential breakdown with your statement that Tears of the Kingdom's story is imperialist propaganda, so thanks for that. But I have a question if you have the time.

From your posts, I can tell that you've finished the game. But I don't see anywhere that you've spoken on the post credit scene. So I have to ask, what did you think of it?

Before you answer, I'm going to try and predict what you will say: you were disgusted and horrified that the present-day sages (two of whom are children or at the very least minors) echoed the exact same "allegiance" speech, and Zelda accepted it with a smile.

Am I correct?

...Oh my god I totally forgot to talk about That Scene.

YEAH YOU FUCKING NAILED IT MY DUDE LMAOOO, I WAS SCREAMING IN DISGUST THE WHOLE TIME. The whole story had already been SO bad I really didn't think they could possibly make it worse at that point, I was just like what are we doing here, yeeting Mineru into the void? Fucking fantastic, still have no idea what she was even here to begin with, please go away now Mineral you have contributed nothing to this team or to this story - hey, what the fuck are you doing WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP TALKING NO FUCK NO NO NO-

Like, I got to the whole ancient sages swearing loyalty to Rauru scene BEFORE I'd realized how fucked the game really was. I was still accepting the surface reading in good faith at that point! But that whole thing was enough to make me extremely grossed out, even accepting it at face value. So to have them repeat that clusterfuck at the end? Jesus christ, it was just the final kick in the dick to solidify my hatred of Zelda and her entire family. This is why I tried to drop her to her death at the end lmaooooo.

My Link is just, furiously building a guillotine in the background the whole time. I'm so done with this bitch.

Also like even putting aside the ethics of Tulin being a literal child (and possibly also Riju, unclear as to what age she is now), but jesus CHRIST, Riju and Sidon are literally the leaders of their people! They are the heads of state! WHY ARE THEY SWEARING ETERNAL SERVITUDE TO THE RULER OF A DIFFERENT COUNTRY. WHY IS ZELDA JUST ACCEPTING THIS AS SOMETHING SHE IS OWED. FUCKING DISGUSTING.

I expected the ending to be miserable, but this was so much worse than I was prepared for. What a final 'fuck you' to everyone that isn't a goddamn bootlicker.

[wispstalk]

Tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @nuwanders for this tag game to share lines from my fics, which are under the cut.

Rules are to post examples of your writing for the orange lines. (you don't have to make them orange I just did for ease of reading)

Tagging back: @ehlnofay @da3drat @druidx @jiubilant @thealterscrolls @profanetools @larkscribbles @everybodyknows-everybodydies @ervona no obligation, some may have already seen/done this, and anyone I forgot to tag who wants to join in please @ me

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“I doubt Baurus will be laughing,” [Jauffre] says wryly. “But I will,” [Coradri] trills, and sets the helmet aside.

From this one shot. It's mildly funny in context but when I read this out loud to my bf, I did a sing-song voice for Coradris line and cracked myself up so bad I could barely get through the sentence 🫣

A line from your fic that makes you sad

The water is leaking from his face again. He never knows when this is going to start up, and he doesn't know how to make it stop. 

From The Nature of Fire

A line from your fic you’re proud of

 An echo of warmth still lives in his hand where they had touched, where they exchanged glimpses of some fundamental inner part of the other. What had the priest sensed? He can hardly guess, but he knows what he saw. That soft-spoken, soft-hearted, soft-handed priest has a will like the ocean in a storm.

From Idle in their Thrones

A line from your fic you think could have been better

A small task. Sewing is easy for him. The rest — trying to dredge up some understanding of the mess he's gotten himself into — will take a little more effort.

From IITT, during the confrontation at the mythic dawn cave. Got the idea across but there's pieces missing... that whole chapter came out a little hamfisted.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“The Chalice of Reversal,” [Thadon] wails, and clutches at Tanis’s sleeve. “You must retrieve it, champion, or else..."

From TNOF. Fuck Syl for stealing it but man like YOU gave out these drugs it's on you to keep ye olde magickal naloxone on hand

A line from your fic that makes you go ‘aww’

[Rona] lays a gentling hand on [Little Makob's] arm. “Mind your volume, tadpole. Come, why don’t you fetch me my crutch and we can go sit by the fire and talk?”

A line from your fic that’s full of symbolism

From this one-shot. Something something people who are patient and gentle with upset children

When the Black Hound is off the leash, his people used to say, pick a god and start praying.

In TNOF but first referenced in IITT. The reader only sees Tanis past his "prime" mercenary days, so it's meant to take on a little different timbre when it comes up in the stories. And blah blah blah the themes the themes

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

But Irathi put them up at a nice inn, and they spent their evenings drinking with a crazy old alchemist who lived in the basement.

From IITT. Sinderion :)

A line from your fic that’s shocking

The hot smell of offal presses the back of his throat like a blunt, insistent finger.

From TNOF. Discovered recently I like writing stuff that is gross and I grossed myself out with this one.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

“My little beasts of inspiration,” Tall-Trees-Falling explains drily, as she affixes a spiral shell to one of them, forming a claw. “Perhaps one will strike you.”

Tall-Trees-Falling is a one-note character in the Shivering Isles DLC who mostly stands around lamenting that she sucks at writing. Relatable, but I thought of all the time I spent unable to write or draw....i wasn't just, like, doing nothing. So I made her a sculptor.

But it's a funny thing where if you're not doing The Creative Act that you have tied to your identity, it can sometimes feel like it doesn't count. She's like "oh I build life-size fantastical creatures out of trash and shit I find on the beach but it's whatever." I'm a little like this with my hobbies. I spent years learning different fiber arts and gardening techniques and fucking CARPENTRY but it only recently occurred to me that I was referring to that period as some kind of creative dead zone because I wasn't drawing. Anyway her gag is that she is making immobile sculptures so they can't strike, but she keeps at it anyway.

[fantasyinallforms]

@thatfancygirlinblack thank you for tagging me and saying you admire my work! That means a lot! 🥰🥰This looks very fun!

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out, and would you do it again?

I tried to do POV alternating chapters in Sparks & Gardens, and I'm really trying to stick with it, but it's harder than it looks 😅

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

I published 23 works and worked on 26 not including drabbles

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

I can't force an idea to happen, and if I try to force myself to write through writer's block, I'll hate everything I put down. Best to switch projects and come back later.

What piece of media inspired you the most?

The Hobbit which is pare for the course

What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

Bagginshield mostly, a dash of Good Omens, and one Murther drabble

What ship(s) captured your heart?

Bilbo/Thorin always and forever, but Aziracrow had a special place there, too ❤️

What character(s) captured your heart?

As to not risk rampant repetition please see above

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?

Yes actually! During Kinktober I decided to stretch my wings a little and do a Nori/Dwalin and a Thranduil/ Bard fic. I'm very proud of them. They turned out great!

What fic meant the most to you to write?

You Should Be Safe With Me. I proved something to myself with this fic, and I'm very proud of it.

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

That's so hard! I love all my fics and I enjoyed writing almost all of them! If I have to narrow it down, Not Yours To Touch was a freaken blast.

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

ooo, ok, I'd have to say A Most Unlikely Dance Partner because I feel like the way the story came full circle felt amazing when all was said and done.  

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

Reputation be damned, which started as a one-shot and is now a full-blown fic, is giving me so much trouble! I have 4 of 8 chapters written and hit a stone wall in progress multiple times after chapter 3. I have no idea why, but I'm hoping to revisit it with a fresh mind in the new year.

What fic was the easiest to write?

The Proper Way To Call You Mine was a breeze. The idea came from a Tumbler post, and @conkers-theficwriter encouraged me to give the idea a whirl, given it's become my signature trope ~ jealousy ~. The concept was fantastic. It took me four hours to write, and I had a blast.

What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

If we're talking published fics, then You Should Be Safe With Me was the longest at 34,293, and Where All Others Failed, my Bard/Thranduil smutty one shot was the shortest at 1,232.

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

Modern AUs don't get enough love, but I've really taken to them. I really enjoyed working on my Happy Accidents Universe 3-part series.

What were you go-to writing songs?

I don't listen to music while I work 😅 but the song Can I Be Him by James Arthur is fueling one of my not-yet-posted projects right now.

What were your go-to writing snacks?

If I'm writing, there is an 80% chance I forgot to eat. I'm more of a beverage girly.

What was the hardest fic to title?

A Most Unlikely Dance Partner. This bad boy didn't have a title until about 4 days before I posted it to the collection.

Share your favorite opening line.

Being king under the mountain came with many perks, free time was not one of them. From …is this a bad time?

Share your favorite ending line.

Thorin lay there long after Bilbo’s small snores filled the room. He had never prayed to a Valar other than his maker before. Now he closed his eyes and prayed to Yavanna, Vala of all things green and growing, to allow one of her children to be happy living among her husband's creations.  From Mead Makes for Loose Lips

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“Did you really think you could talk about him like that? Did you ever think you stood a chance?” Thorin hoisted Korshak up, leaning him over the forge until his face was dangerously close to the red-hot embers. “Did you think he was an easy target that you could take advantage of? Were you so naive as to think no one was watching you?! Bilbo. is. MINE . He is under my protection. I would not let the likes of you touch a hair on his golden head,” Thorin snarled. From You Should Be Safe With Me

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“Fine, one more round.” Thorin lunged, and Bilbo parried the blow and backed up, waiting for Thorin to advance. When he did, Bilbo repeated the tactic. Curious where this was going, Thorin let Bilbo guide the match until finally, Bilbo had nowhere else to go, and Thorin had him backed into a tree.”  “Always be aware of your surroundings, Burglar, Dea-!!!!” Bilbo balled his fist into the front of Thorin’s tunic and yanked him down as hard as he could, crashing their lips together. It was such an overwhelmingly lovely sensation that Thorin dropped his sparring sword and braced one hand on the tree behind them. The other hand was now firmly behind Bilbo’s head, pulling him into an even deeper kiss.- From Bet On A Kiss 

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Google docs and Grammarly

How did you recharge between fics?

Video games mostly

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

My Beta Reader, the amazing and wonderful @theladygreiwolf who spent this entire year listening to my unhinged and halfway unintelligible thoughts with genuine interest and curiosity. You're a gem in my life, and one day, we'll make good on those plans to see each other in real life and not just over Discord video chats. And a thank you to the Bagginshield community, who have been some of the kindest, craziest people I've ever had the sincere pleasure to interact with. You're all true talents, and I look forward to another year with you all.

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

More Sparks &Gardens and to debut the work that dominated a significant portion of my time "Wildflowers'

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What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

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What ship(s) captured your heart?

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What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

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for the wip/upcoming fic asks: 🌀🌤️ ☔

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven’t written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing…

So this summary is for a Once Upon a Witchlight fic I plan on releasing once I uhhh actually finish it haha. "After being brought back from their tragic end to the fight with the Jabberwock and the chaotic day that follows, the krew is finally able to rest in the shelter of Little Oak. Unfortunately with finding the time to rest, it allows their memories of the horrific fight to come back in the silence of the night before they can sleep and all they have is the comfort of each other and knowing that they're still alive. aka the Witchlight krew gets some much needed group therapy after episode 46"

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I don't always love writing dialogue, I'm more of a settings and descriptions kind of gal, but this is an exchange between Kremy and Gideon from OUAW: “I may be a thief and a conman, but I am a man of my word and we made a deal. You will always have a place beside me and with Frost and Gricko, carnival or no carnival. Even if they’ve run us out to the very outskirts of Agwe, we run together, that’s what a crew does.”

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you’d like to just explain and share because you’re not sure you’ll ever write it? If so, what is it?

The most obvious one I could think of would be my Alfreyco fantasy au (i'm talking like epic lotr length fantasy au). It's unfortunate to say, but I think my time writing Alfreyco is over :(( if I come back to it one day I'll be ecstatic, but I'm not counting on it. So on that note, this AU was about the ship alfreyco (Trevor/Alfredo from RT) in a fantasy setting. Both Trevor and Alfredo are princes of neighboring kingdoms and have been close friends since childhood. As they grow older they grow closer still, unbeknownst to the other they both start getting crushes on each other cuz i'm a sucker for childhood friends/friends to lovers. Now one kingdom worships the sun and the other the moon (Alfredo in the sun kingdom and Trevor in the moon kingdom) and both kingdoms got along fantastic! They would trade and have festivals together and the people of the kingdoms would travel back and forth and live in whichever kingdom they chose to. One day during a festival in the sun kingdom (Alfredo's kingdom) there is an eclipse (this wonderful idea was given to me by @shyafwriter btw and it was such a good idea omg! she actually helped a lot with the brainstorming of this fic) which neither kingdom is familiar with and therefore one kingdom believes, essentially that it's god is being overtaken by the other. There's a lot of people freaking out, some people of one god cheering, and it's just chaos. This whole event results in the kingdoms shutting it's gates to the other. Nobody is allowed to go between the kingdoms and Alfredo and Trevor are split up for iirc 7-8 years with no communication in between. Then we go to the present and Alfredo and Trevor are now older and have been fed propaganda from their parents about the other family/kingdom that whole time. I wouldn't say they're enemies at this point, but they definitely do not like each other. The two kingdoms meet after all these years and something happens during the meeting that makes the kingdom of the moon believe that the sun kingdom is trying to do something malicious and harm them, but that's not the case. Trevor is the only one who thinks something is up and ends up convincing Alfredo (who had been captured by Trevor's kingdom) to go on a quest to prove Alfredo's innocents and there's a whole lot of drama on the trip, Trevor steals a horse, there's smooching and to guys getting to know who the other really is after all the years of being lied to and plenty of moments with one saving the other and near death experiences :). Oh i forgot to mention that both Alfredo and Trevor would have powers from their respective gods, Trevor would have shadow powers from the moon and Alfredo would be able to control light (think of Alina and the Darkling's powers from Shadow and Bone) so there's that. And then in the end they would fight the big bad after finding her and prove to Trevor's family and kingdom that Alfredo and his family are innocent and then Trevor and Alfredo get married in a wedding that is like the one in Return of the King, but indoors and less hobbity i guess. And it's just a nice happy ending after they've been through a hard and long quest with each other. I really wish I was going to write more of this and publish it (including the Outlast one and the Titanic au too), but even tho I put so much time into working on them and thinking about them and talking about them I just don't think they're going to get published, like ever. But if anyone is curious about them you can always come message me and I'd love to talk to you about them. I may not be into this ship actively anymore, but I'll always hold this ship close to my heart 💖

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ULTRAMagic Interlude: Shadowland Chapter 28

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The next day was a busy one for Weaver and Gabriella. They woke up with a spring in their step, getting ready for a conference Gabriella was to attend. Many governing bodies of Inferno were very interested in what had been happening to Shadowland and The Iron City. While this was going on, things were very active back in Shadowland. Trains were coming and going, people headed out on missions to reclaim the kingdom’s resources, and heavy machinery was being brought in from all over. Barna and Gratiana had noticed all of this, going for a walk to observe what they could.

“Goodness, Sten’s not wasting any time getting things back in order, is he?” Gratiana pointed out as several military trucks rolled past them on the street.

Barna coughed a little over the dust being kicked up. “Can’t say I blame him after all he’s gone through. I’d dare say he might be a little worried of Milosh’s ilk from wherever he came attacking Shadowland, but that’s just my guess.”

The two continued to walk, making their way to Strike Street. Vehicles were using it to get where they needed while others transported debris away from the remains of The Eternal Church. To Barna’s surprise, a group of royal guardsmen were marching to Castle Haugen, escorted by a group of royal knights. The guardsmen surely noticed Barna and Gratiana, but remained focused on their march. Barna glanced to his side on a whim and noticed a familiar guardsman approaching them.

“Hey, Barna! It’s been a while!”

“Sven, my boy! What are you guys doing here?”

“I guess his majesty wanted to send some knights our way in return for some of us coming here as a sign of good will. As for me, I got here early on one of the first trains here. I wanted to see this place as soon as possible.”

“And Ivar let you come here just like that? Last time I checked he’s still worried for you and Brenna.”

“Surprisingly he was all for one of us going to Shadowland this time. Brenna is busy with Blood, so I volunteered.”

Barna patted him on the shoulder. “Well either way, he’s got nothing to worry about. The cult’s pretty much dead at this point. And if Milosh is smart, he’ll run for his life and never come back…”

“Well remember, Barna, Gummi inherited his intelligence from me,” Gratiana reminded him.

This made Barna chuckle. “Fair point. It’s Milosh’s funeral if he decides to show his face again.”

Sven turned to Gratiana. “The Iron City’s a buzz with the news of your betrayal of Milosh, Gratiana.”

“Is everyone still angry over my past actions? We’re all aware there might be some friction…”

“Honestly? I don’t think so. Some might still be bitter, but overall I think Dunja cemented the precedent that you’ve come to your senses… I’m not sounding rude, am I?”

“No, not at all. Sven, could you indulge me with a curiosity I’ve had ever since I crossed paths with your family?”

“Sure. Shoot.”

“Well given your dark skin, light colored hair, and striking blue eyes, it invokes a branch of the descendants from the Great Sienna Plains in the southern Unlight. They wouldn’t happen to be your ancestors, would they?”

“Indeed they are,” Sven replied with pride in his voice.

“How wonderful. I remember back in the prime of Feuerland when the Siennan tribesmen would visit the kingdom. Such fantastic warriors, performers, and craftsmen. And the food they introduced to us? Simply sublime. I recall my brother being enraptured by their culture…”

“Wait, you have a brother?”

She nodded. “Sir Gideon Arlotti. Sadly he went missing a long time ago. I’m certain he’s still out there, however.”

“Oh, well that’s not good. You have my sympathy, Gratiana…”

“I have a good idea where he is…” a voice added in.

Sven jumped out of his skin. “Andelin! Don’t do that!” Gratiana and Barna chuckled.

“Sven, Torunn needs you at the castle” Andelin said as she threw down a card that summoned a door.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that… Sorry, Barna, Gratiana. I’ve got some work to do” Sven groaned as he entered the door with Andelin.

“See you later, Sven,” Barna replied.

“Best of luck to you, dear,” Gratiana added.

There was not much else to see, as things had settled down over the course of that conversation. Vehicles were still moving about, but it was mostly mundane things at this point. The pair figured they would return to Claudius' mansion. Barna knew Aureolus would be training his bird and wanted to see that. When they got there, things were a bit upset. Claudius met them at the foyer, looking concerned.

“Ah, Barna, Gratiana… something’s happened with Albrecht. It’s best that you see it for yourself.” Leading them to the backyard, they were met with Aureolus, Dunja, and a familiar looking boy.

“What in the Source?” Barna questioned. “Albrecht, is that you?” 

“Hey, uncle…”

“Dunja, what happened here?” Gratiana asked.

The queen was flipping through a ghostly grimoire. “I have no idea. I can’t find anything here that would indicate Albrecht regressing in age like this…”

Aureolus had his arms crossed, thinking. “Hmm… maybe whatever facilitated the spell feels Albrecht doesn’t need to be an adult anymore…” A hawk with red feathers and fiery wings landed next to him and squawked. “Yes, very possible, Ignis.”

Albrecht grumbled at this idea. “Oh great, some random void entity has control over my very existence…”

“Well it’s not all bad, kiddo” Dunja stated as she closed her book. “I was bummed out that I wouldn’t get to raise you. I mean, you look about ten, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“Okay, I guess… wait, does that mean I can’t drink anymore?”

Dunja shook her head. “Not until you’re an adult again.”

“RATS!” He looked at Barna.

He chuckled. “Sorry, lad. Going to have to side with Dunja on this one. I’m already not thrilled about Corentin smoking cigars as is, ha.”

Gratiana pondered the current situation for a second. “Well look at it this way, Albrecht: You don’t have to fight or work anymore.”

The boy rested his face on his hand. “I don’t?”

“Of course not,” Dunja agreed. “Al, I had a panic attack every single time we ran into each other back when I was with Milosh. There is no way I’m going to let you go out and get hurt like that, mark my words.”

“How I yearn for the days of my youth, Albrecht” Claudius declared. “No worries, basic chores, a warm meal and bed at the end of the day… no villages full of disease and murderous fleas everywhere…” That last remark had some venom behind it, catching everyone else off guard. “Point is, Albrecht: This is a blessing in disguise.”

He let that sink in. Albrecht was finally a child and it felt right, for the most part. “Well, I guess I could give this a try.”

“That’s the spirit, lad,” Barna assured as he patted him on the back.

Dunja nodded, then turned to Aureolus. “Nephew, I need to borrow your bird…”

As she went to get some paper, Aureolus gave Ignis a few scratches. “What do you say? Want to go to The Iron City?” The bird gave a sound of confirmation.

Once the letter was ready, Dunja put it in an envelope and gave it to Ignis. “Now Ignis, fly to the west and look for a city with a great forest further to the west. The city will have a floating tower that you can’t miss. That’s your destination, got it?” The hawk gave one more confirmation noise and took off, leaving a trail of embers in his wake.

Aureolus exhaled. “Oh boy, his first letter run…”

Claudius put his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, the birds of the royal aviary are second to none.”

Dunja dusted off her hands and ruffled Albrecht’s hair. “Torunn’s going to lose her mind when she sees you like this.”

“Yeah, but how’s dad going to react to this though?”

Dunja shrugged. “Don’t know. He’s already enthusiastic to meet you, so I don’t think all of this will change that.”

Everyone went back inside after that since it was close to dinner time. Claudius got to work, feeling in the mood for cacciatora and risotto. Sitting down at the dining table, Albrecht felt incredibly disoriented. Dunja had him sit next to her with Aureolus on his other side. This seemed to help get Albrecht out of his daze. She was worried about how he would adjust to being a child. No matter what, Dunja would do her best to make sure the boy felt comfortable.

Dinner was fantastic, as always. Claudius felt compelled to do extra good since Gratiana was finally in tow. She adored his cooking, as it reminded her of the decadent meals she enjoyed back in Feuerland. The quality of their food would have easily landed the doctor a job amongst the royal chefs. Gratiana’s presence at dinner was surreal for Albrecht. A former enemy was just sitting there, enjoying a meal with them… and he was also a child now. A lot of thoughts were going through his head, but he was happy they no longer had a reason to fight each other.

Some time after the meal, Albrecht saw Gratiana and Barna sitting by a fireplace, reading as the fire crackled and warmed the lounge. “Hey, mind if I sit with you two?” He asked.

“Well of course you can, nephew,” Barna said as he closed his book. “What’s on your mind?”

“Are you two, uh… a couple now?” Albrecht inquired as he sat down on a stool.

“Well, yes, I suppose so. Gratiana?”

She nodded. “I’d assume given how fun last night was.”

Albrecht chuckled. “Source, I wish I had a mead for this. That’s strange to hear, given all we’ve been through.”

“Well you know what they say, my boy; Reality is stranger than fiction” Barna stated.

Gratiana nodded. “In truth I never wanted Milosh or his foolish cult. I just felt there was nothing else for me… and then Blood-Wraith and Weaver came along. Speaking of our fellow blacksmith, Barna, Weaver did a fantastic job repairing my spears.”

He gave a proud chuckle. “Hey, he learned from the best.”

After a pause, Gratiana spoke. “Barna, before I forget; I have a question for you of utmost importance.”

“What’s the matter, Gratiana?” Barna could see the change of expression in her face.

“Say our relationship goes all the way, and we, oh, marry someday…” Barna could feel his face turn slightly red at the idea of that, and Gratiana noticed. “...that would make Gummi your step-son. How do you feel about that?”

Albrecht looked at his uncle. He was deep in thought. “Uncle Barna?”

Barna sighed. “Then so be it. It’ll throw Corentin for a loop, but that’s just how it is. Ha, I just realized that’ll give me another chance to show up Milosh. I’ll be a better father than he could ever be!”

Gratiana laughed out of joy. “Thank you, Barna. That means a lot to me.”

“Of course just as long as you two got a thing for smithing and alchemy. I fully plan to get back to work once this is all said and done.”

“That’s fine with us. Those are things I’ve fancied for ages, and would’ve learned had my father not been so uptight about my family being nobles… Plus Gummi has been wanting to learn actual alchemy, thanks to Corentin.”

Barna laughed as the nostalgia came flooding in. “You know what? If he’s got the patience for it, I’ll happily teach him.”

Next: Chapter 29

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gabrielagresteofficial ultimate swag reveal

mmmmhey guys it’s meee i’m the one making all those poasts :)🦋 my name is victor and i ❤️ insane old people

i had this whole insane melodramatic idea to wait until season 5 ended to go public but i forgot show hiatuses exist and i’m starting to feel like an asshat letting everyone’s kind messages and tags go unacknowledged so here i ammm. i just want to say thank you to everybody who’s gotten a kick out of the blog, it really is fantastic to hear that i can make people laugh and that’s what i love to do most so i just wanted to let you all know that i appreciate everybody so much. it’s actually been an insanely bad year for me LOL but goofing around on the internet and having people enjoy the jokes and jests has been a net positive. you guys have been so sweet and it really does mean a lot.

i also just wanna say that there are a lot of you (2300+ like holy shit) and you guys send a lot of asks and i Love And Appreciate Them All. and if i don’t get to yours i PROMMY it is NOT personal i probably just couldn’t think of an in-character response that was as funny as the original question OR i was tired OR tumblr ate it. alas i am but one man roleplaying as a different, animated, much worse man

WHAT ELSE. uh. i’m constantly rotating gabriel’s hysterically flat french ass in my mind i do love him so much legitimately but i’m not really involved with the greater fanbase beyond like, talking to myself and tagging posts about him with the most insane bullshit the ops have probably ever read. my main fan thing is actually Pokemon, and surprise surprise all of my favorites from that are the various insane dad-aged fantasy terrorists. i have a type and it’s stupid as fuck and i’ve accepted this <4 please don’t think i’m an apologist though i’m just addicted to studying sillay cartoon freaks under a microscope

that’s all i really wanted to sayWait I just remembered i have 3 acknowledgements:

@wanderingaviator for being the blog’s first follower all the way back last year when i made it on a whim as a goof. THANKYOU for investing in small businesses

@sunfoxfic as i need to thank you for your endless enthusiasm and incredibly kind comments But Also i must now officially turn down your various marriage proposals. alas i am already happily committed to someone else but i am flattered nonetheless

@dupainchengisthenewblack for being my swag mutual. stay winning

okay now i’m done xoxo. thank you again everybody for your continued support of gabe’s tumblrina era i cherish you all immensely. this will be the first And last time gabrielagresteofficial breaks kayfabe so look forward to more erratically scheduled and incomprehensible evilposting in the future (i’m a lil burned out atm but he never leaves me don’t worry). ok thank’s bye

[youngbloodtg109]

Losing A Bet (Patreon Post)

My roommate and I were both pretty lonely. Our girlfriends broke up with us and I haven’t tried dating since. He tried but nothing seemed to stick. When X-Change came out, he seemed to love the idea.

He bought a pack of basics and showed it to me. “It’s a simple coin toss. Loser has to take one of these and be my date for the evening,” he said, a grin on his face. I reluctantly agreed and picked tails. He flipped the coin and chuckled as he showed me the result.

Heads. Of course it had to be heads. “Well, a deal‘s a deal. I guess I’ll be your date for the evening,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Good. I picked out some clothes for you. You may want to take that basic now. The sun‘s going down and I have a reservation for the both of us,” he said with a wink before walking out. “What an ass,” I thought to myself.

I sighed before getting out of bed and grabbing a pill and moving to the living room. I took a deep breath before swallowing and getting dressed. My new body was beautiful. I honestly didn’t expect it to work. My new body seemed so alien but natural at the same time. After staring at my new body for a few minutes, I remembered the bet and knocked on my roommate’s door. The look on his face was priceless. His jaw was on the floor as he saw how beautiful I was.

“I...I can’t believe you actually did it. You look absolutely stunning,” he stammered. I blushed and giggled at how nervous he was around me. Maybe being a chick for the night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Are you ready for our date?” I asked. “Oh! Uhh...yes. We have a reservation at Asiago’s,” he said. Asiago’s was the fanciest restaurant in our town. I didn’t expect to him to take this date so seriously!

The date was absolutely fantastic. My roommate was such a gentleman and I think I started to develop feelings for him. He was so handsome and funny. He didn’t even seem to mind when I accidentally called him “babe”. I think he actually liked it.

After finishing our meal and leaving, I was a bit tipsy. Apparently, my female form wasn’t adjusted to wine yet and I was stumbling slightly as we made our way back to his car. My vision was slightly blurred but I could still see his eyes. “Hey handsome,” I said to him, slightly slurring my words. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. It was magical. Tingles shot throughout my body as our lips met and we held each other tightly.

One thing led to another and we were racing home, our hands intertwined. That one kiss sent me into a frenzy. I needed him now. My new pussy was on fire and I could tell that he was hard as a rock under his pants.

As soon as we got home, he carried me back to his bedroom and made love to me all night long. It was absolutely perfect. His cock was made for my pussy, it absolutely fit like a glove. We made love until the early morning and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I completely forgot that I was on a basic until we woke up and I was in my male body again. I immediately took another basic and went back to his bed.

I ended up taking a basic every day. My roommate is my boyfriend now and I couldn’t be happier. He’s loving, he’s smart, he’s funny, and he’s an excellent lay. We decided to skip the Xtra-Strength and jumped onto the Plus. Living as a woman isn’t easy, but with the help of my boyfriend I have nothing to fear.

The bet was absolutely stupid but I’m glad I lost. I found the love of my life and I just know he’s going to propose soon, especially since my recent pregnancy test came back positive.

Hello all! Youngblood here. This was my first ever Patreon post! For 2023, I want to add my old stories onto here, Blogspot, and Tumblr so that pictures and gifs can finally be added. I hope you enjoy and I love you all!

[voxmortuus]

Okay. Eddie Request. Something fluffy. Really sweet and affectionate with the reader? I am not sure about the little details. Hmm... A date night in his van?

PAIRING: Eddie Munson X F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 679

UNIVERSE: Stranger Things

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

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Trigger Warning(s): Use of Pot | Kisses | Cuddles | Curse Words used | Fluff | Run away cat | Death of pet fish | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: First time writing a fic for Eddie. Be kind. Also sorry if this wasn't detailed enough for you or anyone.

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Your day had been complete shit. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Your cat door dodged you and ran off into the woods somewhere, your car wouldn't start, your manager decided to give you hell at work, and the customers were all rude. You get a call from your sibling at work that your goldfish had died while they were putting out food for your cat, and then your mother decided to stop by and make sure you were at work. You didn't know why she still needed to do this; you were legally an adult. Old habits, you supposed. The only thing you were looking forward to was your date with Eddie tonight. 

Finally getting home after a co-worker dropped you off, you head inside, take a shower, flush your dead fish, and sit out on your front porch steps waiting. Your leg bounces with anticipation. You feel like you haven't seen him in days. You hear Dio's Holy Diver in the distance, and you know. You get these butterflies in your stomach and can't help but get the excited soft giggles when you see his van coming down the street. 

When he pulls up to the sidewalk, he leans over and opens the door for you. "Hey, Princess, hop in we're goin' somewhere special." He smirks.

And just like that, you lost your fuckin mind. Running to the van, you hop in and lean in, kiss his cheek, buckle up and look around. "Okay, what did you have in mind for date night?"

"Well, I was thinking maybe we can head out into the middle of nowhere, smoke a little, and just chill."

"You know, that sounds like a fantastic idea. After the day I had." 

"Uhoh, you had a bad day Princess, Tell me about it."

You proceed to tell him about your day as he lights up a joint and hands it over. The music is turned down so he can hear you. Taking a drag, you let out a heavy breath and look over at him. "It was just awful, the only thing I wanted to do, was get off work and spend my time with you."

"Well, I'm sorry your day was shit, Princess."

"You made my day better. You're my Comfort Puppy."

"Good. I'm glad." He smiled with a soft chuckle and took the joint back and headed down a dirt path. 

Letting out a breath, you look around, watching the forest around you getting thicker. Pulling into a part of the woods that was pretty much a small circular clearing. Turning the Van off he heads to the back and opens up the doors and climbs in and looks to the front. "Princess, you comin?"

"YEAH! I'm coming! Hang on!" You struggle a bit and finally make your way to the back. 

He had blankets and pillows, munchie finger foods, and drinks ready for you both. As you two finish the joint he puts it out and puts his arm around you and pulls you close. Turning on your side you rest your head against his shoulder, hand on his chest, and smiled softly. There was nothing better than this moment. What made it better was when he turned and faced you, pulling you close he put a blanket on you both and ran his ring-dressed fingers through your hair, and leaned in and kissed you sweetly. 

The way his hand caressed your cheek, the way his lips pressed against yours, there was nothing more perfect at this moment than that kiss. He pulled you closer and just stared at you, his puppy-dog eyes searching yours. Watching him, you feel like you could do this for days, and never bore of it. His fingers brushed through your hair again, tucking it behind your ear, ran down your arm, slipping to your back he pulled you even closer and just watched you. This was all you needed today. Him, his van, a good high, and silence from the world, other than the radio on a low hum in the background.