#I am subscribed to it's notifications on account of all the feelings I have about it

[pianokantzart]

I am furious that I can't reblog this to my side blog on account of this website being a bundle of glitches, but I am very emotional about this post.

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girl i'd subscribe so fast

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You frown as you read the message preview sent from your best friend. Your eyes flit up to check the time.

It’s barely past two in the morning. Does this bitch ever sleep? Granted— you’re also up late.

You tap on the notification before it disappears, going into your message thread with her and you see the link attached to her horny message.

why are you sending me unsolicited dick pics at 2 am? what would your man think of this?

She replies right away.

first of all i don’t have a man second of all it’s a video and just please go watch it

You’re confused by that first message since she was just raving about this guy she met at her job but you let it go, tapping on the link and waiting for safari to open it up.

The OnlyFans website loads and prompts you to log in before continuing. You go back to your messages.

tabling the i don’t have a man convo for another time can’t see it because i don’t have an account 

She’s quick to send you her log in and you laugh out loud— of course she’s a registered user.

You type in her email and password, patiently waiting before the post she sent you loads and your eyes widen.

Just the thumbnail has you intrigued. A man, dressed in a tailored navy suit sans the jacket and tie, the fabric of his white collared shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The title reads: Late Night at the Office. 

The transparent play button teases you, almost daring you to give in to the intrigue.

So you tap it.

It begins with the mystery man seated, the frame capturing him from the tip of his strong nose down to the top of his thighs. His features are striking from what you can see— plump, pink lips framed by a neatly trimmed mustache, adding a hint of rugged sophistication to his appearance.

His legs are spread wide, unapologetically taking up space, the rich leather of the chair creaking subtly beneath him. His thighs strain against the fabric of his suit pants.

There’s something about the way he sits, so sure of himself, so confident in his own skin, that draws your eye immediately to the center of the frame. One hand rests lazily on his thigh, the other cradles a phone, as if he’s deep into an intimate call. His eyes, though hidden, seem locked on you through the screen, pulling you deeper into his fantasy.

And then, he speaks.

“Have to stay late, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

His voice slides through the speakers of your phone like liquid velvet— deep and smooth, carrying an accent that’s definitely southern but tinged with something else, wrapping itself around each word like a caress.

“Don’t be upset, doll. Let me make it up to you.”

His tone is gentle but authoritative, luring you in. The air feels charged, and despite the fact that you’re watching from behind a screen, it feels as though his words are meant for you and you alone.

“Why don’t you undress for me and lean back,” the command is soft yet irresistible.

Your breath catches in your throat, a soft gasp you weren’t expecting, as your thighs instinctively press together beneath the plush comforter, seeking some form of relief from the growing ache.

It’s as if he has some kind of power over you, the pull in his voice coaxing you into compliance. Your skin prickles with anticipation as you glance around your quiet studio apartment, almost instinctively checking if anyone might be watching; like your best friend who lured you into this horny trap in the first place. 

But of course, there’s no one else here— just you and his low, hypnotic voice filling the space around you.

You pause it, antsy fingers reaching for the hem of your nighttime slip dress, the soft fabric sliding effortlessly off your skin then being tossed aside. Propping your phone up with a decorative pillow at the edge of the bed, you angle it so you’re able to see him perfectly.

You feel a rush of warmth, excitement, as you resume the video and settle back against the mountain of pillows behind you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby,” he murmurs, his tone low and husky, the faintest edge of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Can’t stop picturing you, lying in bed… all warm and soft, just waiting for me to take care of you.”

Your lips part instinctively, tongue grazing the corner as you feel the pull of lust tightening in your core. Your nipples, already taut from the cool air in your space, ache for attention.

You shift, thighs rubbing together again, unable to stop your body’s response. His voice feels like it’s seeping directly into your skin, making it impossible to sit still.

“I want you to touch yourself for me,” he orders so tenderly and impossible to refuse. “Slowly, sweetheart. Just run your fingers over those soft thighs of yours… don’t rush.”

You obey, hands traversing down the length of your torso until they’re at your thighs, fingertips grazing your skin lightly as you follow his instructions. Your breath hitches again, heart beating louder in your ears as his voice continues to weave around you, wrapping you in the intimacy of the moment.

“That’s it,” he purrs, “Let me hear those little gasps. I want you to think of my hands doing that for you. Think of me sliding my fingers up and down your beautiful body… teasing you.”

And so you do. You think of his larger, surely rougher touch at your inner thighs. The growing pressure at the apex of your legs builds with every syllable, but it’s not just his voice that has you derailing.

It’s everything. 

As the camera lingers on him, you watch his free hand move to the top button of his shirt. His fingers work with deliberate precision as he undoes it then the ones that follow. His movements are slow, taunting you as the shirt falls open, exposing the smooth, muscled lines of his chest.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” he asks the camera, and the teasing edge in his voice makes your clit twitch. “I’ll show you, baby. But you need to keep touching yourself for me. I want you to feel how wet I get you. Imagine me right there, taking care of that aching little cunt of yours.”

He’s intoxicating, and as he slips another button open, revealing more of his firm, toned chest, you slip your hand to your pussy, your body begging for more. You can almost feel the heat of his skin against yours, the way he’s undressing for you, the slow reveal of what you’re aching to see.

He’s unhurried, intentional— he knows exactly what he’s doing, how to keep you, the viewer, on edge.

“Let me hear you,” he commands, fingers grazing his buckle now, threatening to undo his belt. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me how badly you want me to touch you… how much you need me.”

His words have a gush of arousal leaking from your cunt, a whine pushing past your lips as you lightly run a finger down the seam of your folds.

“Need you so bad,” you murmur to yourself, not caring that there’s no one there to hear you, no one in the room but the phantom of his presence. He’s completely transported you into another world, and you’re too far gone to feel any shame in talking to him as if he’s right there in front of you— or over the phone with how he’s set this scene up.

All he’s done is talk, but it’s enough to render you a puddled mess. The heat licking at your core is undeniable, each instruction winding you tighter.

You can’t help but wonder— are you really this starved for a good fuck, or is this faceless stranger just that skilled at weaving desire into every syllable?

His deep, commanding tone oozes with intention, a carefully crafted tease that seeps through the screen. It’s clear he’s an expert at this— at knowing exactly how to pull you in and leave you aching for more. Now, your curiosity is piqued; what other sinful content could he possibly have on his page?

It suddenly makes perfect sense why your friend is subscribed to him. The moment you come, you know you’ll be rushing to make an account of your own, no hesitation, ready to drain your bank account if it means getting more of him— every cent worth it just to see what else he can do to you.

He’s catering to something raw, drawing out a fantasy you didn’t even realize you had.

“I need you just as bad. Real fuckin’ shame I’m stuck at the office… my cock misses you, sweetheart.”

Your breath quickens as the clink of his belt being undone echoes through the speaker, slipping the leather free from its loops, and you catch a glimpse of the outline of his dick, thick and prominent beneath the tailored slacks.

The sight sends a surge of heat through your body, your skin prickling with desire, yearning for more.

His fingers toy with the waistband of his pants now, brushing tantalizingly close to the bulge straining against the fabric, teasing both you and himself with the promise of what’s to come.

His voice is low and seductive, dripping like molten honey, each word striking you like a touch.

“I wish I could be in bed with you right now,” he grunts, and you swear you can feel his eyes locked on you through the screen, as if he can see every inch of your trembling body. “You have no idea how badly I want to worship you… feel your skin against mine. I’d start slow. My lips, my hands, they’d be everywhere. I’d make you come so many times it’d make you stupid.”

You moan, finally dipping two of your fingers between your wet folds and massaging at your clit, spreading your slick all over.

“Go head, play with that pretty little pussy. Use your other hand to touch on those perfect fuckin’ tits of yours.”

Your free hand instinctively goes up to cup your breast as you imagine him there with you, his body pressing you into the mattress, lips tracing over every inch until he’s suckling on your pert nipples then moving down to where you need him most.

“I want to taste you,” he continues, his fingers popping the button of his pants then the zipper, “Feel you quivering on my tongue, feel you melt on my fingers as I fuck them into that tight cunt. I won't stop until you’re shaking, begging me to let you breathe.”

His hand slips beneath the fabric as he shifts in his seat, and you can see the subtle movements of him touching himself. The sight alone takes your breath away, the need coiling inside you, growing unbearable as your own fingers pick up the pace, rubbing the sensitive flesh while your other hand works to pinch and tug at your nipple.

“And when I finally break you, sweetheart,” he whispers, sending shivers all throughout your body, “when you’re crying, trembling… pleading me to stop, that’s when I’ll slide my cock inside. You’d be so full, so wet, and I wouldn’t stop until I’ve reminded you who you belong to, until I’ve had you again and again. Until you’re stuffed so full of my cum that it’s leaking out of your fuckin’ mouth.”

He finally pulls his dick out and you gasp loudly. It’s fucking beautiful. Thick, long, a few shades lighter than the brown skin of his chest with a glistening pearl of precum right at his slit. He spreads it around the crown of his cock and you salivate, imagining how good the weight of him would feel on your tongue.

Yummy in-fucking-deed.

“Fuck yourself on your fingers baby, then stick two into your pretty mouth and suck on them.”

You do as you’re told, sinking two into your fluttering entrance while the ones at your tit slip into your mouth, eyes fluttering close as you suck on them like they’re his cock. It feels so good, your thumb pressed up against your clit— the stickiness of your arousal aiding your fingers in pumping in and out of you.

The sound of him spitting snaps you from the mini daze, pulling your attention lazily back to the screen. There he is— his large hand wrapped tightly around the thick length of his cock, glistening and throbbing as he begins to stroke it languidly. 

“Got me so hard,” he grunts, his voice thick with lust, “just picturing you with your fingers in your mouth like a good little slut.” His grip on the phone by his ear tightens, you can tell by the way his knuckles become flushed and you whimper.

“Choke on them,” he growls, “Let me hear you gag.”

Obedient as ever, you push your digits past your tongue and deeper, your breath growing ragged. The moment they hit the back of your throat, you gag, the wet sound loud and raw in the quiet of your apartment.

You sputter around them repeatedly, eyes filling with tears. Choking sounds echoing off the walls, bouncing back at you in a symphony of depravity. Saliva pools in then out of your mouth, dripping down your chin, and the mess of it only heightens the filthy pleasure coursing through you.

You can feel how slick you are, the sheets beneath you now damp from your horniness, every fiber of your being aching for release.

His pace on the screen quickens, the sound of his bated breath mingles with the obscene smacking of his fist against the skin of his cock, grunting between strokes. His dick looks even bigger as it pulses in his grip, thick and veined and covered in his spit.

“Bet you’re dripping for me,” his words are strained. “I can just picture it… how wet you are, soaking those sheets. Can’t wait to hear you come undone for me, baby.”

Your fingers, still wet from the mess of your mouth, slide down your body, grazing over your hard nipples before switching with the ones between your legs, where your pussy is throbbing. You moan at your own heady taste, the relief of your saliva soaked digits in your cunt almost overwhelming.

The tension builds, every stroke of his hand matching the movement of your fingers, the friction pushing you closer to the edge.

“Ahhh yesyesyes— just like that.” You whine, removing your fingers from your mouth and bringing them down to your nipples again to pinch and pull; anything to heighten the already intense pleasure you’re feeling.

The room feels thick with sexual tension, the filthy sounds of your wetness mix with his groans through the speakers, creating an intoxicating melody that pushes you further into your own climax.

“I’d have your pussy stretched out so good,” he continues, hand tightening around his cock as he pumps faster now, thrusting his hips upwards. “Have you feeling me for days… filling your sweet cunt until all you can do is squirt all over this cock.”

The things you’d do to make that happen. To have him bend and twist and fuck you in a myriad of pleasurable positions. To feel the thickness of his dick leaving you sore and hurting, absolutely helpless. These desires send you careening toward the edge.

“C’mon baby, give it to me.”

Your fingers move faster, abusing your cunt as your hips buck into your hand. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps as your whole body tightens.

You can feel it coming, that sweet rush of pleasure towering over you, until it crashes down in a wave so intense, you cry out.

“Oh fuck!”

You spasm, back arching off the bed as your digits do all the right moves, chasing the high. In a flood of pure ecstasy, your pussy pulses and clenches, a gush of wetness soaking the sheets as you come hard, giving in to the overwhelming euphoria.

Drool leaks from your mouth like a feral animal, your chest heaving, and your eyes lock on the screen, pupils dilated, watching as he strokes himself through his own climax, his voice thick with satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his cock twitching in his hand, thick ropes of his milky cum spilling over his fist as he finishes. “Made a mess all over my lap. Wish you were here to lick it up. Getting to feel that wicked tongue of yours on my spent cock would be like fucking heaven, mi muñeca bella.”

Just when you thought he couldn’t get any fucking sexier; he goes and speaks fucking Spanish. You’re in love. 

You’re left exhausted, trembling, and utterly satisfied. Your body hums with the aftershocks, still riding the wave of your orgasm, and all you can do is lie there. 

Your fingers lazily tracing the wet mess between your thighs, hissing at the sensitivity, as you catch your breath, the screen flickering with his smirking lips.

“I’ll be home soon,” he purrs, “Take a nap so I can wake you up by burying my tongue inside that used pussy.”

A shiver runs down your spine, and you let out a frustrated sigh, wishing— desperately— that this wasn’t just a video, but reality. A real call from a real man, someone who could be on their way to you right now. You stare at his disheveled, post-climax appearance on the screen for a moment longer before the video fades out, the last remnants of fantasy slowly dissolving as you blink yourself back to reality.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, muscles still quivering, and bend down to pick up your slip dress, your legs wobbly as you walk to the bathroom to clean up. 

oh my fucking god that was amazing

You text your friend once you’re back in bed, having pulled off the loose sheet that you ruined and thankful that it didn’t seep through to the fitted one.

right? i need him so bad you should see some of his other stuff. fucking gold you’re welcome 💋

You scoff, a breathy laugh, as you ‘HAHA’ react to her message. Still, her words stick with you as you open the browser, logging out of her account. The curiosity from before tugs at you harder than ever now, and without a second thought, you find yourself signing up for your own subscription.

When the prompt to choose a username appears, you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard until a sly smile spreads across your lips.

@muneca_bella

Perfect.

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The Comment Section (pt.5)

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You and Spencer get invited to another convention and host a panel; the fans are ecstatic and you have never felt so high, so happy and truly carefree in your life that makes you do things you would have no considered doing...

─ · · TAGS: SPOILERS IN TAGS!! gender-neutral pronouns, angst, social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at comedy, alcohol consumption, slowburn, light swearing, kissing, fluff, mutual pinning, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART FOUR | PART 4.5 | PART SIX

─ · · A/N: will they... won't they...

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username99 not to be the grammer police or anything but you should also put (name)'s last name if you are putting Spencer's down since they are both not married 😬

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username32 please bring back Brennan Lee Mulligan again!! I am on my hands and knees begging you, please!!!

username22 spencer helping (name) up the stairs and (name) holding the door for them afterwards is just so sweet 🥹

username48 hopefully the V.I.P passes actually work this time around

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username10 what is going on?? what about the Theorists panel, does anyone know where that got moved to?? I can't find any info on the websites or socials 😭

username50 love the line up (so far!) would like to see even more members of the Smosh family though. But I am really looking forward to this!!

username43 those crowd questions about to go crazy, too bad though they will probs limit their personal life stuff.

username19 they about to make a whole 1000+ people crowd third wheel, now that is talent 👏👏👏

smosh thank you for having them both for the weekend, us parents need a break every now and then

↳ smoshpit yes, please take them for us. PLEASE 🙏 ↳ ianhecox (but seriously don't actually, they make us a lot of money) ↳ smoshgames wait, why am i just finding this out now 😭 ↳ username67 for once i am actually fine with company account commenting, what is going on?!?!?

(name)s_username so excited to attend, thank you for having me and my "husband" 🤣

username71 OMG after last years PAX and CreatorClash events I am SOOO READY FOR THESE TWO AGAIN. ORGANIZERS ARE IN THE KNOW ABOUT (NAME) AND SPENCER, (YOURSHIPNAME) FOREVERRRRR!!!!!!!

spennser we are never escaping the allegations...

↳ (name)s_username never 🤣 ↳ username44 (yourshipname) actually addressing (yourshipname) directly?? never thought i would live to see the day! ↳ username01 we take this as them admitting feelings... right... right? ↳ username39 touch grass.

username29 Does anyone know what they are willing to sign or if they are signing stuff this year??

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username56 2 days ago Really missing Amanda and Shayne doing the weekly episodes, but I guess I can survive on (name) and Spencer... username77 2 days ago Why is nobody talking about how outstandingly (name) preformed in their movie?!?! I just watched it this weekend and was floored by their preformance. I'm surprised it didn't get any further mention in the videos! ▼ 199 replies ↳ username62 2 days ago I am shocked that a youtuber, nevertheless a comedian could portray such range and subtle expressions- it was beautiful even with what little screen time they had in comparison to others. They took away every scene they were in! ↳ username88 1 day ago I really hope they receive recognition, I really think (name) could make it mainstream. I mean, their connections alone from starring in this but be crazy. ↳ username19 1 day ago Im a selfish fan I will admit, I wouldn't want them to leave Smosh for other projects. In all honesty I could not image not having them in front of or in the background of Smosh videos. I mean could you even think of how Spencer would react?? They are stuck to each other like glue. ↳ username33 1 day ago they both are adults, i'm sure they could work something out. (name) shouldn't be held back from becoming something greater (even though they are great now!) because of the "kinda" relationships they are in. ↳ username20 1 day ago I think time will tell us the answers. But I really hope that (name) considers all their options... username01 2 days ago I have been living for all these play fighting and argument videos of the two of them. Like they have chemistry, a degree of hate for one another in some ways (but like healthy silly hate)- i'm pulling out my hair more and more as to why they won't just kiss already!! username67 2 days ago Okay but (name)'s take are 100% based. homebro/girl knows what they are speaking about and never missed ▼ 31 replies ↳ username72 1 day ago Yeah but I think Spencer's take was more well rounded especially in the TV Shows argument. ↳ username22 1 day ago Couples Therapist Here, I just like how they can argue so civilly with one another and really show active listening with one another. Take the eye-contact, small head nods, and inclined seating with restating what they said and expanding upon it. Its beautiful really plus they both know a lot about their field so that helps too I guess. ↳ username88 1 day ago OMG please make a full video break down of one of their videos together, it would do really well!! ↳ username10 1 day ago Yes, Please!! username27 12 hours ago Okay, but we all known that the best video game is Purble Place. username50 30 minutes ago I can't wait to hear from you both in person, have it marked on my calendar!! username91 1 hour ago cringe. username43 5 hours ago Okay but now I need tier lists on them together. Video Concept #1: (name) and Spencer rank every time they almost fell in love and the one time/multiple times they really did. ▼ 10 replies ↳ username66 1 hour ago Officially am deceased XD ↳ username21 1 hour ago Video Concept #2: (name) and Spencer rank every hangout that was actually a date username74 30 minutes ago why am I crying when the video ended?? Like I want whatever this is.

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(name)s_username it was awesome meeting everyone, same time next year? 😄❤️

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CreatorCon let's make it a date? 😉

↳ (name)s_username noooo, not again! 😩 🏃‍♂️💨 ↳ username41 bwahahahhahahah!!! ↳ chickenshopdate oi!! 💢😡 ↳ (name)s_username ummm, now this is awkward... 😬

username88 was not long enough, i could listen to the two of you speak all day. defiantly worth the money!!

tomeybones i don't think florescent lighting was anyones light but you shine beautifully in it!

username48 glen powell's character should have gotten back with you at the end of the movie, you both had better chemistry!! Its giving La La Land all over again 😭

co_mill wished we could have made it but great work bestie, you killed it up there!! ❤️❤️

↳ (name)s_username aww thank u! would have loved having you there too ❤️❤️

username40 okay google, play "can't help but falling in love with you." move out of the way spenser, if you don't want them- i'll glady take (name)!

spennser good job fellow "spouse" 👍

↳ (name)s_username yes, you as well, "spouse" 👍 ↳ username01 okay, but this is just straight up cruel 😭

anthonypadilla i didn't see anything appear in the news so good work team!

damien_haas so as I was stuck in the signing booths you both were playing with paper airplanes and arm wrestleing?? What fairness is this?? /sarcastic positive

username71 OMG how did I just discover you now and miss a chance of meeting you?!?!?

username60 please tell me that there's a sequel coming out, I refuse to accept that you didn't re-marry him in the film 😭

phatchance excuse me but I know these two people packing out a 2000 person panel and they are the coolest ❤️

username31 I was too scared to ask anything because you both are just such pretty people like holy crap I love you both so much, you all mean the world to me and thank you so much for the hug. I am never washing the coat now

↳ username77 so that went progressively down hill lol

username12 Day 1.4 million of asking, just get together, or fuck, or something, anything but this (or breaking up for that matter) with Spencer. Like get it together.

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Sneaking into Concerts??? (Two Truths, One Lie)

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username31 1 week ago I know I sound like a broken record but it feels weird not having Spencer or (name) in front of camera for once. I got so used to them always being part of the cast like Courtney or Ian. ▼ 10 replies ↳ username29 1 week ago I think around the 12 minute mark, Courtney said something about them both calling in sick. ↳ username73 1 week ago I mean... did you see their stories with one another last night? They both were properly wasted LMAO ↳ username90 30 minutes ago (name) is such a cute drunk, just complimenting and flirting with everyone until Spencer asks them to shut up or hugs them. Damien and Alex really had their work cut out for them hahahha! ↳ username20 4 hours ago Okay but external videos also show they dancing together and grabbing waters its so wholesome that even when heavily drunk they are constantly thinking about one another username88 1 day ago Would have never thought Anthony would have been the one to sneak into a festival! username28 12 hours ago Did anyone manage to catch (name)'s or alex's story last night or was I just seeing things before it got taken down?? ▼ 301 replies ↳ username90 30 minutes ago OMG YES! I threw my phone in shock!! Should've taken a screenshot I am kicking myself rn. ↳ username01 30 minutes ago I. am. not. okay. physically and emotionally after this. username55 4 days ago HAHHAHA "sick." hmmm sure (name) and spencer, sure...

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"Drunk Minds Speak A Sober Heart:" A (yourshipname) Edit

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⚲ Pinned by Creator (yourshipname)updates ✓ 1 week ago I will take this video down if requested by either (name) or Spencer but for now... MWAHAHHAHA they have kissed with photo evidence!! ▼ 173 replies ↳ username97 1 hour ago I think I have just ascended. This is truly one of the best days of my life. Take this all your non-believers and haters!!! Amazing edit BTW! ↳ username11 1 week ago I don't think they are going to bring it up anywhere but a small victory is a victory nonetheless. I see this as a mission success boys!! ↳ username01 1 week ago I am happier for them and their still non-relationship than my own long term one hahahhaa ↳ username27 12 hours ago I am in disbelief, I never thought they would. I don't care if they were both hella drunk, they actually kissed?!?!? Like I don't know how to process this information. ↳ username13 12 hours ago fwehd0dfygdkospfhjhgf ↳ username44 just now eloquently said. username23 1 week ago 12 years of pining for one drunk kiss, I'll take it gosh darn it! username90 4 days ago Am currently re-watching all the edits and past moments while having this picture on the side monitor. I am living in a peak moment rn. username80 2 days ago I called my mom to tell her about this and she cheered as well. usernmae32 just now (name) just confirmed on their twitter that them, spencer and the rest of the smosh crew are all going to the oscars! ▼ 4 replies ↳ username13 just now Yes!!! LETS FREAKING GOOOOO!!!! username60 4 days ago This will go down as one of the greatest love stories in the history of the internet; i need movies, more fanfiction, music, and more fanart!! username78 10 hours ago happy for them, truly.

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[tswaney17]

Little Heir

@duskwhisperer and I are so excited to share “Little Heir” with you for @azrielappreciationweek day one, the family you make.

Thank you, @ruisfree for collaborating with us and bringing this piece to life. Still smiling and kicking our feet over all the creative details you added. We loved working with you! 💕

This commission and fic were inspired by the adorable idea of Azriel catching Nyx sneaking Aunt Elain’s cookies late at night. 🍪 We wanted to capture Azriel trying not to smile while Nyx guiltily looked up at him. With the scene set in Elain and Azriel’s kitchen, we thought it would be perfect to show Nyx’s artwork on display. And of course, we couldn’t resist showing our appreciation for a shirtless Az. 😏 We truly hope you adore this piece as much as we do.

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🎨 @ruisfree | Comm by: @duskwhisperer & @tswaney17

Characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Trigger warnings: mild NSFW language, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1,177

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.

Azriel felt the pull even in his deep sleep. That urgent tug that something was amiss. He knew the feeling of his shadows trying to drag him from his slumber. Had experienced it for years.

He very nearly growled at the disruption, until a single shadow curled around his ear, whispering their secrets.

The heir is awake. He wanders the house.

That had his attention, his eyes blinking open and seeing the sky outside their bedroom window still stained deep blue and purple, the sun not yet basking over the eastern mountains to grace them with its presence. The moon’s glow across the floor indicated it was still very late at night or in the wee hours of the morning. Far too early for the nearly five-year-old to be out of bed.

Why Nyx was awake, he didn’t know, but he’d soon find out. Azriel carefully detached himself from Elain’s warm body. Her brows furrowed in protest, a wordless sound passing through her parted lips as he slowly slipped away.

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[honeyhotteoks]

exciting update !!

chapter two of across stardust is done! i am just editing it at the moment, and plan to finish that up tomorrow morning for posting before i get started with work. it’s a LONG one though so i just want to make sure everything looks good before i post.

i also had the wild idea to make a pinterest board for this fic, so i’ll be posting that tomorrow alongside the fic too! some of the references i use for this fic are so distinct and i just feel like it would be fun to share that with you all in case you’re into it.

lastly…… as you saw recently, i’m off twitter (probably permanently, though i’m not deleting my account yet). if you want to follow me on bluesky, i’m over there @ honeyhotteoks…. but i’m also thinking it might be time i use this tumblr for more than just gifs and fic. i’d love to actually properly connect with moots here more and may be just using this more as my main kpop social media, so if you have post notifs on for me… just a heads up i may be yapping more than usual. AO3 is still the most reliable way to know when i post a fic or chapter update, so i’d recommend subscribing there if all you want is to know when i post writing and not when i scream into the void about yunho.

thank you all so much for reaching out and being so kind after my recent update post, and i can’t wait to share the new chapter with you. thank you infinitely for your patience and kindness!!

[anincompletelist]

happy rwrb thanksgiving! :D

in honor of how ridiculously grateful I am for the space and community this fandom has brought to my life, I wanted to create something to give back in the lead up to thanksgiving!

below the cut you'll find an (incomplete) list of ways that you can support the writers and artists that continue to give us such wonderful content. <3

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firstly, of course, you can support casey + the crew by streaming the film or buying the book!

ways to support writers/fics:

(on ao3) ☆ subscribe to the author ☆ leave kudos ☆ leave a comment ☆ bookmark + add a nice comment in the bookmarkers tags (they're public!) ☆ check the recent works for the fandom to find some lesser known works + subscribe to the pairing for notifications ☆ if you don't like/agree with something or don't have something nice to say, kindly press the back button ☆ this is a good source for other ao3 related support! ☆ this is a good source for learning how to compose comments on ao3!

(on tumblr/twitter) ☆ reblog/retweet the author's fic posts ☆ leave nice comments in the tags or replies ☆ send a nice ask/dm/anon about their work ☆ create a fic rec list or thread ☆ tag others who might enjoy it as well ☆ follow their blog or profile for updates/etc. ☆ follow the tags you're interested in to stay updated on the latest works ☆ once again, if you don't have anything nice to say, you can always choose not to interact with the content! be kind!

ways to support artists/artwork:

☆ purchase from their shops (if they have one!) ☆ commission them (if they accept custom orders!) ☆ 'buy them a coffee' / donate to their ko-fi (if applicable) ☆ reblog/retweet/share their art on whatever platform they post on (but do NOT repost/remove watermark/etc.) ☆ reach out to the artist directly to find out how you can best support them ☆ follow their accounts to stay updated when they post new pieces! ☆ talk about what you liked in the tags or in a comment/message ☆ if you don't like the art/etc., kindly scroll past!

self-promo:

☆ reblog/re-share your own art/writing to make sure it reaches different time zones and demographics ☆ make sure you're tagging your fics and art accordingly to reach your target audience ☆ interact with your readers/viewers for more engagement ☆ get involved in tag games etc. here on tumblr ☆ join (or create!) fests and challenges that you and other writers/artists can take part in ☆ support others in return & be kind!

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feel free to reblog and add your own ideas if I missed any! there are a million ways to show appreciation, but this is a good start!

no matter why you're here -- whether you're an author, an artist, any other kind of creator, or someone who enjoys the art created by them, publicly or privately, you play such an important role and are actively making this space an uplifting, inspiring community to be a part of. thank you, and continue to create, support, and be kind to one another! :D

I hope you're all having a lovely week, and happy early thanksgiving!

-- anincompletelist / sarah

[parkitaco]

ok people. i really don't want to have to be saying this but i am once again being struck by the lack of etiquette in the byler fandom and just in current fandom in general so i just. have to say something ok

first off i'm gonna say that fandoms come from a place of love and i know everyone most people have good intentions and love their fic authors but the etiquette around fics and art and all that lovely stuff is,, how shall we put it,, literally nonexistent.

listen. i love writing fic. i love that people like reading my fics that's insane hello?? i love getting comments and kudos and getting messages from ppl who are excited about my future projects it's great!!!

that being said, when i receive messages asking when things will be out/comments on wip wednesday snippets asking if the fic is out yet/messages asking me to tag them when the fic is published, regardless of how good the intentions are it comes off as very demanding and doesn't make me feel good as a writer who is doing this Voluntarily and For Free.

fanfic writers do this for fun!! we are not machines, we are people with our own lives outside of fandom and those lives have to take priority most if not all of the time. this means that yes!! sometimes fics take a while to write!! sometimes chaptered fics take a while to update!! and guess what?? that is totally ok. fanfic writers taking their time is not a bad thing. it means they care and are taking their time to create quality content. it means that they are spending time tending to their real personal lives, which is a normal and healthy thing to do.

there are plenty of posts about why demanding faster updates is bad, and i think that's pretty common knowledge, but i want to talk specifically about these very enthusiastic comments/messages/etc because i don't think anyone means harm but the thing is that fic authors simply do not owe you anything. we don't owe it to you to let you know when a fic will be out, we don't owe it to you to tag you when it is, and we definitely don't owe it to you to provide information that you can easily find out for yourself. as a writer i'm already putting insane amounts of pressure on myself and receiving it from other people, even if that's not the intention, is just not a good feeling.

especially because much of this information is readily available to you!! while you may not be able to find out when a fic will be out (which is probably because the fic author doesn't know either), you are entirely capable of checking the timestamp on a post to see how old it was, then using a little thing called Critical Thinking Skills to determine whether it's likely the fic has been posted or not. if so then great!! most authors have their ao3 accounts linked somewhere on their blog page so YOU (yes, you!!) can go look for the fic on ao3!! if you don't find it, ao3 has a super cool feature where you can subscribe to an author, so you'll get an email notification whenever they post!! and while you're there, if you're truly desperate for something to read, you can always go through the fics they've already posted, and if you've read everything there already and/or they haven't posted anything yet, check their bookmarks and see if there's anything there you like!! and as a last resort, there's always the trusty old search bar on ao3, which you are capable of filtering to every last preference!! the byler fandom is huge and there are tons of fics out there so undoubtedly something will fit your taste.

i know that can feel daunting, and i know it's disappointing when a fic hasn't been posted or updated yet, but the good news is that if you're seeing a snippet it means the author is working on it!! a little patience never hurt anyone, and taking those steps to determine for yourself what's going on with the fic rather than bugging an author who is just trying to go about their life and work on content during whatever free time they have just proves that you care. the simple fact of the matter is that fic authors don't do this for attention, they do it for fun, and therefore we can't cater everything to you or answer questions that you should find the answers to yourself. it's not our responsibility to keep track of people who want to be tagged when a fic is published or want to know when it will be out, because all our energy is going into creating the content you so desperately want!! i'm just begging everyone to be a little bit independent. asking an author for this information just shows you don't care enough to find it for yourself and this sort of laziness is part of why fandoms die.

tldr: fic authors are not machines designed to please you, use some critical thinking once in a while, and please for the love of GOD just go touch grass. breathe some clean air. you'll feel better i promise

[archivus]

MAG[REDACTED] - The Divine and The Machine

Statement of Jeremy Creek regarding a series of strange emails and their sender. Original statement given November 29th 2024. Put to tape on Christmas Eve, 2024. Statement begins:

I'd like to believe I've always been a rational man and am aware that the standards I keep myself to shouldn't have allowed for this to happen. Quick backstory, I had to switch from therapist to therapist because talk therapy focusing on my feelings did nothing for my wellbeing. Rational isn't even the right word, I was overzealously justifying every thought that came into my mind. I never found love and I simply don't believe I even need it. When I tell you I simply had no concept of what it meant to be drawn to someone or something before this and how my brain just blanks when I try to figure out the rhyme or reason to it, you'll understand why I'm reporting on this. I'm quite skeptical still, have no doubt about it, but I've read that your whole institute was built on the supernatural and when that amount of money is involved I can't help but wonder if there's more to you than a glorified Santa's mailbox for the psychotic.

So... I finished my computer science degree two years ago. After spending months in deep depression saying I'm "making up for all the sleepless nights I spent studying" or just "cutting my sleep debt" I finally came across a job listing I was interested in... No, sorry, came across isn't the right word, I subscribed to email notifications for more companies than I could count but I kept discarding the mails because none of the offers seemed enticing. I also specifically turned off recommended content, yet somehow I got more listings from this one company than all the others combined. What's more, I clicked on their page and it didn't exist. Not a single post, not even a deleted account, the waybackmachine had no record of any previous activity under that link, but the emails kept pouring in. They never seemed to stop, not when I labeled them as spam, not when I muted them, seemingly the mastermind behind it avoided using keywords just so the emails would end up in my inbox again. Changing their email address little by little to get through my filters. I was getting tired of this... scammy business so I unsubscribed from the whole site, which was just another futile attempt on my part. My previous address pretty much unusable I tried making a new account, but the new address was also, well I wouldn't say flooded, rather slowly but surely filled up with the same types of messages.

Thanks to the avoidance of keywords the texts began to twist from clear and professional to almost a desperate cry, they lost their impersonal tone and I began to get a picture of who the author was, or rather what prompt it was using. I never for a second believed that there was a human sitting behind a desk somewhere writing me all these twisted letters inviting me to their company. I was at a point in my life where I would have sold my soul to be hired, but if that's what they required they could've sugarcoated their intentions for a bit longer.

This is when I told a friend of mine about these mails and it wasn't long before our combined curiosity got the best of us. We decided to just wing it, with no reply to the emails we went to see the address it supposedly came from. About an hour away from my house, I parked my car tucked away behind a few streets just in case they'd try to do anything weird with my license plate. The apartment complex was ran down, the windows were covered in a layer of dried dust and limestone, the tempered glass doors that once meant to give the house a modern feel and a sense of security had completely failed at their purpose, the handle was rusted and tilted loosely in its socket. The silicon seal has hardened, snapped in half and was hanging out from under the doorframe. It was a cold afternoon in late autumn, so I tried scraping away at the layers of dust with the glove coating my knuckles. As it got more clear I could see a few houseplants wilted and rotting in their cracked pots, clearly uncared for for a long time. "It was dead inside" - I thought to myself - "at least no one was going to jump us". I reached for the doorknob. The smell of dozens of cigarettes once smoked in that staircase hit me as soon as I opened the door. The creaking hinges gave both of us goosebumps, but we pushed on.

Few important things to mention here: I have experimented with urbex as a teenager, so I was prepared to take only pictures and leave only footprints, that's also to say I was familiar with the feeling of an abandoned building. I never even knew what "presence" ghosthunters were talking about. But there was a deeply unsettling feeling that shook me to my core as I walked up the stairs. The address in the emails lead us to apartment 44. That's the 4th floor and to the right.

Well, right off the bat there was something strange about it. The door was torn clean off, slanted against the wall next to its frame. The apartment radiated heat, I can not stress this enough, the weather outside was below freezing and in the corridor it was no different. That signature muted smell of warm plastic mixed with the warmth smacked us in the face, you'd recognize that air anywhere once you've been inside a server room. And once again, no one in sight. The warmth was more inviting than I'd like to admit and well, here comes the part I regret, I unzipped my jacket, headed inside and for some reason my friend didn't object either.

After passing by a ran down kitchen we got closer to the source of the heat. The smell started to numb our brains. I worked gigs in maintenance where I got up close and personal with molten plastic cable covers, but it never smelt this bad. Pushing the N95 into my nose I carried on deeper, something made me want to push on. My friend stayed behind in the kitchen. I walked through an empty doorframe then pushed open the door leading to the innermost room.

I can't describe it any better, what I saw was a shrine. A shrine alongside the author of those emails. A shrine with its deity, its brain and its beating heart all in one. A supercomputer spreading over the walls, filling the room. You'd think there is no way anyone besides Google would have something akin to this. Yet it was there, its cables in an organized chaos, branded into thick tentacles with cable ties. They flowed towards the core of the mechanism that seemed to be hanging from the ceiling. There was exactly one, standard sized monitor in the entire room and it was tucked away behind the door. This wasn't meant to be perceived through human senses, I could tell that much. This wasn't made for people to use. I witnessed the epiphany of machinery and I felt helpless, unable to comprehend it. Only when looking back do I feel the extreme temperature that must have been in that room, as standing right there I only felt adoration for *it* and nothing else.

The rest of the story is a blank unfortunately. I woke up in a hospital bed after sleeping a whole day with second degree burns over my legs, arms and hands. I can only guess I got too close to some burning hot wires in there. My friend came in after me when I didn't react to him calling out my name. Since that day I keep getting these intense visions of similar machinery, they keep appearing in my sight and I seem to completely dissociate. They're not solely about the one I saw either, makes me wonder if there's a whole system of these out there. I also started sleepwalking, which I've never done before. Makes healing all these burnmarks that much harder. I think that's all the relevant information I have for you. Do get back to me if you find anything.

Statement ends. There's a reason I'm recording such a recent case and on Christmas Eve, no less. Jeremy has been reported missing. Two days after giving us this statement he left his flat unlocked and his family found no trace of him since. Notably, his PC has been ripped to pieces. Shallow clues, I'm aware, but the Extinction works in mysterious ways, we need all the data we can get.

Another thing to add, our institute rarely engages with the police, but for an ongoing investigation I can't help but provide the relevant information at our disposal. The details given here are vague and I haven't personally contacted the family yet to be able to see things for myself. As much as I don't like this, we are reliant on what the law enforcement is willing to share with us. But if the Extinction took roots inside Budapest we'll soon have bigger issues at hand than some tech savvy guy joining a cult. Recording ends.

Thanks for reading! Happy Holidays and an amazing New Year! And thank you for sticking with me through my hiatus. I would like to make this the actual formal announcement that I'm no longer that active in The Magnus Archives fandom, but whenever I get the inspiration I will write and occasionally post statements. My AMA is still open for ideas, my long term goal is to actually write a statement for every entity. Ahh, Extinction my beloved.

If you enjoyed you can find the rest of my works here: The Flesh The Vast The Stranger The Dark The Lonely

And here: #magredacted

[not-poignant]

Hello! Wanted to ask about Ream. You said that you set your tiers a long time ago, and with current horrors of Patreon and such will you add some tiers to Ream so that once-a-month payers on Patreon could find a tier with same price on Ream and would be comfortable moving? Thanks!

Hi anon!

So this is something I've been thinking over for months actually.

At first I was like 'yes of course' and then a very good friend sat me down and I realised that...actually maybe not.

Here's the reason (tl;dr I haven't increased my income in 10 years and actually cost of living has gone up in that period of time and I need to eat too):

Those prices haven't changed in a decade. I haven't had a 'wage increase' on that front in a decade. You can't change tier prices once they're made, they're locked in place forever (until you delete or retire the tier).

Not only that, but I offer about...3-4 times as much as I used to.

In the end, I increased my prices on Ream (a semi-midway point between charging once and charging twice) because of inflation and cost of living.

I know that everyone reading this is impacted by that too, and that might mean some people can't subscribe to Ream (or can't subscribe on the same tier) for a few dollars more because it's just too much, but I am now drastically undercharging compared to so many other authors on the market who do subscription.

Where I charge $5 USD for base early access, most charge between $10-20. I settled on $9 USD on Ream. Some authors have tiers of like... $100-200 per month, and I couldn't ever dream of doing that. But this is my career, and it's the money I use to pay for food, bills, etc. I don't make a minimum wage with the hours I work, and the idea of just hitting the country's average yearly income feels like a distant dream.

Granted, some of that could be down to my marketing options (like maybe I'd make more if I took all my writing offline and made people pay for all of it, but I don't want to do that, I like the model I do now, but it's dependent on those who can comfortably afford to support it... supporting it - if they want!!)

When I set up Ream, and set up the new tiers, I set them up with how much the cost of living has changed in a decade and how much other authors are charging on the whole. And I thought about it and came to the conclusion that I have 10 years behind me, I'm offering 3-4 times as much as I used to and am only charging about 50-80% more, cost of living has changed, and since I don't rely on book royalties (I love Perth Shifters but royalties work out to about $30 every 3 months), subscription is where the changes need to happen.

I'm not super happy about that, like, obviously I don't want people to feel hard done by, but all I can do is remind myself - and remind you and others anon - that unlike 99% of other authors in subscription, almost all of my writing becomes freely available if folks just have patience. That's something I know for a fact some other authors think I'm stupid for doing, lol, but I prefer doing it this way because it feels fandom and community friendly in a different way.

So even if folks can't afford a few dollars more to subscribe on Ream (you can become a follower though and still get email notifications - no one needs to pay to follow me on Ream, that's completely free), you just need to be patient. Like I get it, that few dollars is the difference sometimes between a bill getting paid and not getting paid - I feel and live that myself. I'm so angry at the Patreon situation, because honestly, if my account goes tomorrow and I get banned there, I may have to quit writing if Ream can't pick up fast. I cannot work for like... 50c an hour.

And I need to make some posts about this on Patreon obviously, but the stress of it is so overwhelming, because it's like staring down the barrel of a potentially career-ending policy decision.

Anyway, re: tier prices, the one exception to not changing / offering half-priced or lower-priced tiers is the merch tier, where I have thought about approaching Ream with getting an ongoing discount code, since I calculated sending merch on the merch tier at the $25 USD rate with the awareness that some people would be paying twice as much, and the leap there is the most significant one. That's a place where I'm willing to compromise if I can work that out, and Ream is typically very accommodating.

Folks who can't afford it still get access to nearly everything eventually - and not in a year, but like...in a few months, or even just a handful of weeks.

Folks who don't think my writing is worth a modest increase can choose to bow out whenever they want (or sign up to a lower tier and still get access to nearly everything eventually)!

I am grateful to any and all folks who choose to support my writing whether it's financially or not, and I do get that like, sometimes the budget just does not allow for an increase of any kind. Or maybe you only signed up this year and don't believe in paying more than what you do already, and so it doesn't matter that my prices have been the same for a decade. Most artists / creators / writers have put up their book prices / art prices / etc. Ream is the first time I've ever done it.

Anyway on the matter of the merch tier, I'll talk to Ream about organising some kind of perma-discount and offering it specifically in that tier. For the rest, I'll keep thinking about it, and maybe talk to Ream to see what they suggest too.

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Anyway, I'm just... I am sorry anon, in a perfect world, I would have been able to incrementally increase my tier prices all along with a lot of warning in advance. And I'm also like, extremely and intensely hoping that I can just stay on Patreon, but that seems less and less likely with their new policy changes. I'm not uprooting, I will keep posting on Patreon until the lights metaphorically go out. It's just, they could kick me in an hour and I'd have no recourse and there'd be no point in appealing. Or they could kick me in 5 years, or 10.

In some ways this isn't a problem until Patreon makes it a problem for all of us, but yeah, that's where I'm at. A friend basically reminded me that it's okay for me to value my writing and my 10 years of experience and my track record and my stories a bit more, and I took their advice to heart, and then have felt terribly guilty ever since, lol. I'll keep thinking about my options here, and what I can do, because I obviously don't want to leave a lot of people behind, either.

[sugarphoenixlovesfanfic]

(tldr at the bottom!)

So I clicked through bookmarks for one of my fics on ao3, and I noticed that there was a familiar username. I looked through my other fics and sure enough they had bookmarked a couple other fics of mine. If I wasn't seriously flattered enough, it was then that I realized that you could subscribe to a user on ao3. You can't see exactly who subscribed to you, but you can see how many people subscribed to you under the statistics page. Six user subscriptions. Six people have willingly subscribed to my user account, are willing to be notified of whatever I post whether it's within their interest or not.

I am absolutely floored. I mean, I do have a following on tumblr which is pretty big by itself, but for me I feel like people on ao3 are a bit pickier because it's like a fanfiction website that you go to when you want to view specific fanfictions and ships and fandoms. Writers write whatever they want, which means that not all of their fanfictions may be in your interests, fandom or ship wise. The fact that there are six people who get notified when I drop a fanfiction, regardless of what it is or who it's about, is insane to me. Thank you, six strangers on the internet who are fans enough of my work that every time I post something you get an email (or similar). Thank you to that person (or persons) who keep bookmarking my works. Thank you everyone who follows me on tumblr, thank you for being interested enough in my writing to follow me and get a notification whenever I post. I am truly grateful and truly surprised to see that people like my writing. It's always been the case that people enjoy my writing, but as a writer I often compare myself to others in my field, usually when reading other people's fanfictions or original fiction or the like. A lot of the times I feel like even though I may have the skill, it is nowhere close to what others have, and I have a long way to go. Sometimes it feels like my work is mediocre, or that I'm writing drivel that is laced with too many symbolisms and metaphors that might be unnecessary and repetitive, even if it's aesthetic. Despite these feelings I post and I post and I post anyway, because I like sharing my work even if it might not be at the level of others around me. So thank you to everyone who supports me and reminds me that my work is good enough to follow, and that even if it isn't, it's worthwhile for me to keep practicing my writing until I get to where I want to be (this goes for everyone else out there writing or wanting to write). TLDR: I'm ecstatic and appreciative to find that people are supporting my writing and going so far as to subscribe to me to get notified for my writing, thank you to everyone who follows me whether here or on ao3!

[sarasa-cat]

Just a minor heads up regarding the new DA game plus something I do to avoid spoilers on tumblr:

1. I do NOT plan to post anything on this account during 2024 that is even vaguely spoilery.

2. In the off chance I do, I will use the tag: #dragon age spoilers

3. I will also use that tag for anything spoilery related to *any* of the tie-in media (V&V podcast series, art book that I haven't bothered to order yet, etc)

4. If I feel compelled (and have time) to live blog anything about the new game it will go onto a SEPARATE BLOG that will be announced later, if and when I create it.

5. I *may* decide to say things about the new DA game ON DREAMWIDTH marked clearly at the top of the entry as a SPOILER and behind a read-more CUT.

6. COOL TUMBLR FEATURE YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW ABOUT:

I have long used a tumblr labs feature that creates a "Blog Subs" tab for me and then in addition to following tumblr accounts, I selectively choose to "Get Notifications" from certain blogs (while also turning OFF all tumblr notifications on my phone).

Getting notifications from a subset of the blogs I follow puts those blogs into my "Blog Subs" tab.

This means that I never need to unfollow accounts when avoiding spoilers. Instead, I just remove notifications for that account, stay away from my main dash, and only use my Blog Subs as my dash.

In fact, even when I am not avoiding spoilers for a particular piece of media I prefer to use my "Blog Subs" tab as a substitute dash because I subscribe to far too many tumblr blogs and whereas my Blog Subs are far more selective. This allows me to scroll through my Blog Subs and see 24-48 hours of posts with ease rather quickly. My main dash is for when I have time on my hands.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

achievement unlocked 🔓 (part one) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration: this prompt

Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.

TWs: innuendos, mention of pet death (briefly in chat), cursing, child neglect, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: Was scrolling through some old reblogs and found this gold mine. It is perfect for Reddie, so... Also, in terms of vibes, I think Richie's content is rivaling Game Grumps vibes, random games with funny commentary. Also, was this supposed to be a oneshot? Yes. Is it? No. This universe is just so 👌👌👌. Anyway. Enjoy :))]]

Richie Tozier was not lucky.

He grew up in the middle of nowhere in a shitty small town that was perpetually stuck in the 80s. And he was gay. So, that, in itself, spoke a lot about his shitty luck.

On top of that, Richie's parents, Maggie and Wentworth Tozier, really didn't give a shit about what he did. Ever. (He remembers telling them about being an official Twitch partner, and he got the equivalent of a 'yeah, yeah, whatever you say' text.) So, he was kinda alone. Since he was like 5 years old.

To be fair, Richie wasn't really the easiest person to be around. His therapist would probably say: "Because you never received much attention at home, you became a physical representation of 'LOOK AT ME'." And he was usually right, so there was some merit to that.

The thing was, Richie always knew he was destined for the public eye (maybe because he felt so insignificant), he wanted to make a difference. Do something so that people would see him, for once-

Streaming wasn't initially anything special, not really. Richie was just bored, which was honestly how most things he did started, and decided to make an account. Cruising over the app for awhile, he doesn't know exactly what made him do it, but he just decided to go in balls deep.

He bought a webcam, a mic, a better gaming chair, and a way fucking better PC. One good thing about his parents, they were rich. (Not the megamansion kind but definitely the healthy retirement kind). And he doesn't know if they felt guilt about how they raised him, but they were pretty lenient with 'allowances'. If you could even call them that.

And then, one day, he just pressed that fancy button.

And the rest is history.

Richie's life was kind of built around streaming at this point. He didn't really have an internal clock, so he'd wake up to stream in the mornings if he was responsible, and if he wasn't he'd do them when he was bored at 3 am. (His subs had taken to calling those streams "Richy hours" like the witch thing. Richie just rolled with it.) In the beginning, his chat and subscribers felt a little like his friends.

With college far out of his mind, he focused solely on content creation. Which, at this point was mainly streaming (not that he hasn't tried other things, there is an old YouTube channel his chat will never let down). That being said, he focused on that a lot -maybe too much, by some of his friend's standards.

That's where he was now, tapping out a rhythm on his desk as he readied up everything for the stream. This one was an actual scheduled one, which was a win for Richie's responsibility. Skimming over his monitors, he made sure to put some cursed picture on the greenscreen behind him (and made sure his shirt didn't have green on it). Making sure all his little special things were in order, like the subscriber notifications and little visuals. (They were all his own renditions, handmade. Meaning they were disfigured stick figures that chat now adored.)

And with that, Richie hit the button.

He waited a moment for people to flood in, always did -humming along with some song he had stuck in his head for the 400th time.

"Hey, all you motherfuckers," he chimed (yes, that is what he called his fans), "-how are we doing today?"

Richie skimmed over the chat through his glasses, trying to catch a few of them.

"My cat died," he read, shifting a hand through his hair (it was probably too long now, but he didn’t care), "-Fuck, dude, you're ruining the vibes. But, seriously, rest in peace."

He saluted, like Richie would do.

Skimming through chat again, he caught on another.

"Where did you get your name? Funny story actually," he began, "-it's what bullies used to call me in middle school."

The name being 'trashmouth.tozier', that is.

"No, chat, I'm not trauma dumping-"

His eyes caught on a checkmark, stan.the.man, Richie grinned big. 'What the hell are you doing up this early?'

"Staniel! Good to see you today," he clapped his hands, fidgeting with something else (he physically could not stop moving), "-And I am streaming, fucking duh."

He saw the chat waft through with a few 'STANLEY!!!'s, and maybe grinned a little brighter. Stanley was one of the Losers Club members, or this group of streamers who played together. It was Stanley, Bev, Ben, Mike, Bill, and well... Richie.

Stanley did a lot of calm games, the kinds like Stardew Valley where there's only a little combat. And even then, he just mostly did those like cheap puzzle games where you digitally built a puzzle. How he had an audience, Richie doesn't know. Sometimes he wonders how Stan even befriended him, so he was a little clueless in general.

Bev did a lot of things on stream honestly. Her biggest stuff was sewing, making outfits, and trying them on. Her chat would tell her what to fix or give her ideas on what to do next; it was pretty fun and unique. Richie popped in a few times and gave his two cents; Beverly usually just flipped him off wordlessly, but still. She did game though, obviously.

Ben came actually as one of her subscribers (unsurprisingly, Richie would find out). Bev dug into him once, watched a stream, and recruited him. He was actually the newest of the crew (it went Stanley, Richie, Bill, Mike, Bev, and Ben), and did a sort of mix of streams. He did book reviews and would take chat's suggestions on what to read next, for one. Sometimes, they'd all submit poems for him to read (Richie would send one in and Ben wouldn't even read it out loud, he was too soft for that). If not anything book-related (snore), Ben did mystery games. Like half those ones where you find things on certain screens, and half like story-driven ones. Otherwise, his channel was pretty quiet, closer to Stanley's in vibes.

Mike was the epitome of calm. EPITOME. Mostly, he did story games, the kind where characters die (Richie had seen him cry on camera at least twice), and your choices impact everything else. He did dabble in horror games though, a little because it was funny to watch scary stuff happen and Mike be completely centered with himself. And if his chat felt like it, they'd play like a cozy game. It was just the right vibes for Mike as a person.

Bill was a fun one, he fully played horror games (mostly). And yeah, he got scared, just like any normal person would, but then he'd beat the shit out of the game. Richie has watched him clear full games in 2 hours, whole games. God made him fucking determined, and Bill took that to the max. Richie was good at certain games in particular, but Bill? He could easily figure out a game in minutes and do pretty fucking good in it in, tops, an hour. He was the kind of streamer who sometimes did speedruns. It was pretty impressive, Richie will admit.

Now, Richie?

Trashmouth Tozier was total utter chaos, his chat usually reeled him in, which was kind of the opposite of what Twitch was. But it's how it worked.

Any game was, well, fair game. An obscure NES title that is shitty because of how hard it is? Done. Barbie Horse Adventures? Let's do it. A dating game about pigeons? Yeah, been there, done that. (He dated every single pigeon, every single one, and unlocked all the story available.) Story game where you can control your path? He was going villain every time, but yeah. If he wasn't doing chat's recommendations, he was showing off in some arcade-style game or maybe an RPG. Not to brag, but he was pretty fucking good at them; the Losers Club hated that, mostly because it blew up his ego.

"What are we doing today?" Richie read out, and then grinned big and wide, "-Well, well, chat. We're tackling something you guys have begged for, almost as much as your mom was last ni-"

Beep! Beep! A clown horn echoed through the air.

The little visual of a clown (with an obnoxiously big red nose) popped up, along with a name and message.

mike.me.up donated $1: took one for the team guys

Right, Richie had a physical button people could use to shut him up. Every time someone donated, they could choose to 'beep' him. His friends had picked up on saying it to him verbally: "Beep, beep, Richie."

"C'mon, Mikey," he groaned, eyes dipping over the chat (which was still flooded with horn emojis and 'beep, beep' in all caps), "-that one wasn't even that bad-"

stan.the.man: thanks mike

"Guys," he whined, throwing his head back,"-stop ganging up on me. Chat, defend me."

The chat blew up (mostly those like huffing out air emojis and soldier salutes), and Richie thought he saw a request for a Barbie game (again), and he ignored it.

big.bill: are you going to tell us the game or not, rich?

"Billy, you always have to ruin the fun, don't you?" Richie pursed his lips with no bite. He never really had any bite, "-But okay, fine. Let's fucking do this-"

With a grin, he unmuted the audio that was playing from the game's main screen, which chat couldn't see yet.

"Dream Daddy~"

reddy.bevvy: FINALLYYY, our prayers have been answered

"Bevvy, baby!" Richie called out, smiling again, before asking, "-What the fuck are you all doing? Shouldn't you be streaming? Or am I the only one who has my shit together today? For once?"

Before anyone could answer, another notification flew across his screen.

benny.boy raided you with 2,645 viewers

"Benny," he called out with a grin, before pausing, "-Wait, when the fuck did your stream start? It's like nine in the morning-"

Richie paused a moment, waiting for the chat to answer his question, Which it did.

"6?!" he spoke in disbelief, eyes wide through the lens of his glasses, "-What the fuck, Ben? What are you doing-"

They went back and forth a few times, Richie rambling about a few different things. Today, it was a little about how he went to get a coffee and the barista put expired milk into it. He really couldn't make this shit up. After that though, he decided to focus in on the game.

Shifting the screen to gameplay with his little camera in the corner, Richie skimmed through the chat again.

"Isn't this game gay?" he read out aloud, "-Yes, it is, and so am I, while we're talking about it."

The chat flooded with rainbow flags and hearts, something in Richie's heart twinkled. He really had a good community, somehow. He had no fucking clue how, actually-

"Wait," Richie gasped, looking at the game, "-I can make my fucking character?! My gay dad? Chat-"

stan.the.man: we're going to be here forever guys, thanks

"Stan," he held his hands over his heart, dramatically, "-you wound me. I thought we were friends. It's always the closest ones who hurt you the worst-"

stan.the.man donated $1: shut the fuck up richard

"Awe," Richie switched his tone, "-Stanley, thanks for the donation. Time for more important matters though-"

He leveled a serious gaze into the camera.

"What do we think, chat? Twink or bear?"

His mods were pretty quick to set up a poll, and actually, it was a twink sweep. And to be fair, Richie did love him a twink. So, he wasn't super surprised. By the time he got to the clothes, chat was slower, calmer, and maybe that's why he saw the message. Or maybe it was fate, Richie could believe it.

eddie.kaspbrak: just don't give him a shitty shirt like yours

eddie.kaspbrak: i can't handle both of them on my screen at the same time

Richie stopped what he was doing, pulling on his shirt at the shoulders (it was white with flamingos wearing fedoras), "What, Eddie Spaghetti? You don't like it?"

He had a tendency to talk to chat like he knew them personally (which he decidedly did not know this person). It was part of the appeal of his streams. Or he thinks so anyway.

eddie.kaspbrak: what the fuck did you just call me?

"Eddie Spaghetti," he repeated, plainly, but with a little bit of a shit-eating grin.

eddie.kaspbrak: that's the stupidest fucking thing I have ever heard and I watch your streams so that's saying something

Richie laughed out loud and pinned the comment himself (it stayed there until the stream ended), "Eds gets off on a good one! Chat, let's applaud-"

Chat was filled with clapping emojis, and that was that.

The next time Richie heard from Eddie was about a day later (he had a break day between streams), where he was picking up Dream Daddy again. In the end, he didn't seem to get past meeting every Dad, so he had quite the way to go.

A little after he started the stream, maybe even minutes, he caught Eddie in chat.

eddie.kaspbrak: dream daddy again?

"Eddie!" he exclaimed with a grin, "-Yes, we are romancing the Dads, yet again."

eddie.kaspbrak: you didn't even get to that last time

eddie.kaspbrak: you were spending too much time picking out shitty facial hair

Richie laughed a little, watching as more chats filled the space and he maybe felt a little disappointed that Eddie was washed away in it. Which was fucking weird, but that was just between Richie and himself, so who cares.

"Hey, motherfuckers," he chimed, raising his hands -routinely, "-how are we doing today?"

They got into the game pretty early this time, and Richie took it upon himself to voice every character differently -flawlessly he will add.

"Wait," he spoke, suddenly, "-we can fuck Robert?"

Richie stared at the screen a second, before flashing over to chat, "Guys, should we fuck Robert?"

Clown horn.

geez.zee donated $5: fuck robert

"Thank you, Zee," he chimed, instinctively, before taking on a more heroic (dramatic really) voice, "-For you, I shall fuck Robert!"

They were finally at the portion where you could pick dates, and Richie was exaggeratively rubbing his chin. Eyes darting over the list, they hovered over a few of them.

"This is the café guy, right?" Richie questioned, reading out the name -mouse ontop of him, "-Mat? The one we chose the pun for?"

The chat told him yes.

"Okay," he acknowledged, biting at his lip, "-Chat, I think I want to be a monsterfucker."

reddy.bevvy: you could also be a homewrecker

"Bev," he clicked his tongue, eyes moving over to Joseph (the married Dad), "-you do have a point."

benny.boy: neither of them is your type though, rich

"Ben, Benny, my beloved," Richie responded, "-It's about the fantasy of it. It's fucking boring if I do that."

Before he could say much else, a horn interrupted it.

eddie.kaspbrak donated $1: what is your type?

Richie grinned, big and bright, batting his eyelashes, "Eds, my oh my, are you flirting with lil' ole me?"

He got a few more clown honks for that, and yeah, he expected it. Respected it, even.

"If you're not a dude though," he added, "-sorry, it won't work out. I'm into strictly dicks. If I wasn't, I'd be married to Bev."

reddy.bevvy: 😘😘😘

eddie.kaspbrak: fuck you trashmouth

There was a pause.

eddie.kaspbrak: and I am a dude for the record, obviously

eddie.kaspbrak: why would I watch your shitty fucking gameplay if I wasn't

"I'm getting mixed signals here, Spaghetti," Richie commented, mimicking picking petals off a flower, "-He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not-"

Honk, honk.

eddie.kaspbrak donated $1: i asked you a question dipshit

"I dunno, Eds," he laughed, "-if you keep paying me, I might just put it off forever. Plus," he motioned to his monitor, "-Chat already knows."

itty.bitty-mettle: Robert

cryingandscreaming: Robert fs

toziers-trash: he's fucked up so probably Robert

jiggy.saws: Robert hands down

letdown-urhair: he always goes for brunettes and he's a freak so Robert

too.tough.to.cry: screaming why is everyone saying the same thing

the_girls.girl: Robert but like a twink

your._.mom: you'd think it was Joseph but it's Robert

bouncing-baby-boy: Robert bc he's a dick

Richie motioned to chat again, dramatically making prayer hands with a melodic tone, "The chat has spoken."

He took a second like that, before switching back to normal -answering genuinely, "But yeah, Spaghetti, teeny little brunettes who are mean to me."

stan.the.man: he is being 100% honest by the way believe me

Eddie decidedly didn't say anything else. Not that Richie was waiting or anything. Because he wasn't.

"Well," he cleared his throat, strictly not disappointed, "-mods, let's run a poll. Monsterfucker or homewrecker, chat?"

[elanorpam]

Hey, ive been a fan of your cultstuck series since i first read it 10 years ago and its one that i hold dear along woth toastyglow and their siblings' works. Given that we are all adults now with very busy lives, i dont expect you to kerp up with an old project like writing a fan novel fpr free, but i am curious as what ur current plants for earthbent are, if there are any atm.

(Tbh id be happy with any answer you provide, whether its a detailed outline, an unsure shrug, an excited wink hinting at a deadline or an announcement of permanent hiatus. Youve given so much with your writing, thst i just want you to be happy with whatever plans u have)

hey there! i'm going to go with unsure shrug as an answer here.

see, I did have a detailed outline for cultstuck-- i wrote it all down at around ...2015? very soon after the second eridan chapter, and sent it to my beta, who then proceeded to ghost me forever. I was already sensing she was growing disinterested in the fic/the fandom, giving constant excuses, and I myself was dealing with an anxiety/depression combo that would sharply nosedive by the time the finale came around, so i just... let it go. She didn't care. I wasn't in a good mental place to care. We went our separate ways.

I decided to take a mental health sabbatical, and now, after a few years of sertraline and therapy, the thought of picking it back up is very, very far down my list of priorities. I have so many other fics I want to write, for media which hasn't let me this profoundly down! And also, Cultstuck was conceptualized in the post-cascade hiatus, in chat logs and rough outlines, and was never supposed to take later canon into account unless it dropped any interesting, matching lore...

...but late act 6 took such a dump on the characters and the setting that it took the joy right out of playing on my patch of sandbox, fenced off as it was. And I couldn't connect with the Retcon timeline at all, but some of its developments are so popular and so deeply entrenched that I hesitate to contradict them even though i kind of hate the whole thing and never meant to take it into account?

Let's take the strongest example: Davekat. Dave and Karkat in Cultstuck were never meant to be anything more than mutually annoying acquaintances connected only indirectly via Terezi-- Dave was to be her moirail, and aro-ace besides. This was because for the entirety of the comic, that was the only vibe I got from Dave as a character, and from his interactions with Karkat as a whole-- he and Karkat felt too similar in mutually unpleasant ways, like a cousin that's just enough like you to give you second-hand embarrassment. So by the point the comic was playing coy with pushing the New Dave and New Karkat action figures together, you couldn't get me to care about Davekat if you put a gun to my head. This really hasn't changed in the least. And that means whenever I think of dealing with disappointed Davekat fans in the future of the fic, I just feel an all-encompassing, soul-deep exhaustion.

but i also don't want to drop the fic altogether, for some reason? Like, I might not feel this way forever. So idk, i'm keeping my options open i guess. Subscribe to the fic/series and maybe 10 years from now you'll get a notification like a holiday miracle. Who knows.

[aerithsage]

Moving to Subscriptions: Patreon & Inkitt

Hi everyone!

Yes, I am back. Thank you so much for the warm welcome!

Over the years since I stopped writing, I've never truly stayed away from this world. I still read books, sometimes I wrote the stories in my head and kept them on drafts. Also, I was a ghostwriter for several published books (I cannot say what, sorry!).

Other than those things listed above, I also created a new account on Wattpad and finished an entire book.

The community was chill and nice when I finished that book which made me think maybe the toxic readers from before have truly grown up so I went back to my AerithSage account and started writing again.

And I am 100% back! The love for writing is also back. If there's anything that changed, it's that I monitor the comments section more thoroughly now. I click on every single notification and make sure I don't give the trolls an opportunity.

This time around, I went back with a plan.

For so long, I've kept my completed works free. This time around, I'm trying out subscriptions. I don't really like the coin-based ones as I feel this is more expensive. The subscriptions like Patreon and Inkitt work well because people can subscribe and binge-read.

So here goes:

While I was still debating which platform to choose, and at the same time, setting both up to test out features, 3 people subscribed (2 on Inkitt and 1 on Patreon) and I guess I have to do both this time.

So dear readers, I leave it up to you where you want to subscribe! You can go choose between Inkitt and Patreon.

I understand Inkitt is better for readers in terms of the actual reading interface but Patreon has more features like the polls, ability to upload images, podcasts, and the chapters have graphics!

Here's a sample of how a chapter looks like on Patreon:

Pretty, right? Too bad the reading experience is not as good yet as Inkitt or Wattpad.

THE TIERS:

The Billionaires ($2.99)

This gives you access to all my previously completed works. If you want to just binge-read this is for you!

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This gives you access to all my previously COMPLETED and early access to all ONGOING works.

I will still post chapters on Wattpad for Ongoing Books but there will be more advanced chapters on Inkitt / Patreon.

OTHER STUFF:

If you subscribe on Patreon, there's also other features like Polls, Chats, etc. One way I was thinking of using polls is to put on a vote which book gets updated along with my main book.

For example: Right now, my main goal is to finish How to be a Queen so that's my main book. I'll open a poll on which book my subscribers also want to be updated aside from How to be a Queen.

Let's say How to Defy Fate won. I will also then post 1 chapter for How to Defy Fate.

Let me know what you think about this system and if it sounds interesting! I think I can put polls up every 1-2 weeks depending on workload.

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I hope you can support my writing by subscribing. I researched this pretty heavily and I think this is the cheapest option for my subscribers rather than me going by coins which always end up being more expensive.

Also, if you can't subscribe, that is totally fine! As I said previously, ongoing works will still be cross-posted to Wattpad just on a delayed schedule.

Not subscribing is fine but please do not send any hate. Just like you, writers are humans too and we need food to eat and a roof over our heads. Please do not get mad at us for trying to earn something by doing what we love.

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[tswaney17]

High Infidelity - Part 1

Storm Coming, Good Husband, Bad Omen

You voted, and here it is! The first part of High Infidelity, my Elriel Friends with Benefits AU. I've been sitting on this for a while and I'm excited to share part 1 with you. Not sure how many more will be after this (as I am still working on it, of course) but there will eventually be at least one more. You'll see why... 😏

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Trigger warnings: language, NSFW

Word Count: 4,119

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Elain threaded her slim fingers through the dark mop of hair upon Azriel’s head, her hips gyrating against his wicked, sinful mouth. His tongue lapped at her, toying and teasing her until she was trembling with need. His name passed through her parted lips in a breathy moan. “Azriel.”

He smiled against her—he always did. Elain could feel the way his mouth curled up at the corner against her sensitive slit. He fucking loved bringing her to that blissful edge, over and over, but never letting her cross the finish line until he deemed it time.

“Please, Az,” she pleaded. He’d been edging her with his mouth and fingers for what felt like years, and she was delirious with need.

Those amber eyes, blown wide with lust, peeked up at her through his dark lashes. “Would you like to come, my good girl?” he breathed, her wetness dripping off his chin.

Fucking Azriel was every girl’s wildest dream. The man knew how to pleasure a woman. He was skilled in every arsenal when it came to bedroom habits. Had touched on all of her dirtiest, kinkiest fantasies without missing a beat.

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[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Reflections

Chapter Five

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, misconceptions, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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It took a couple of weeks to put Kip's commission together. In that time, Mia fell into a routine that suited her so well that the last of the stress and stiffness seeped from her shoulders. She slept deeply; if she dreamed, she didn't remember them upon waking, usually with the sun, thanks to two little rascals that liked to pounce on her hair. 

The kittens would follow her as she got up, dressed, ran a brush through her hair, and headed to the kitchen to put the coffee on and give them breakfast. 

Cora lived off the kitchen in a suite of rooms that suited her fine. They were former servants' quarters renovated from five smaller rooms into three bigger ones. She had a lovely bright bedroom, a lounge, and her own bathroom. She insisted it was all the space she needed, but Mia still invited her to use the rest of the house as she pleased. The television in the drawing room was large and modern, and Cora used it during the day to watch her shows. 

When Mia asked how Cora came to work for her grandparents, she discovered she started shortly after marrying her husband. 

Alfred Bailey, a young police officer, swept her off her feet. It was love at first sight. They married within months of meeting and lived in a small flat in Kelso, but Cora jumped at the chance when the request for a cook and housekeeper went out from Ashwood Farm.

It was a ten-minute walk from town, less than that by car, an easy commute. Cora worked for the MacAlasdair family through all three of her children's births, the last being especially hard when Alfred was killed in the line of duty. 

As a young, single mother, she said she would have lost her mind if not for Lorna and Douglas, Mia's grandparents. They welcomed her to bring her children, allowed her boys to grow up with the MacAlasdair's sons as if they were cousins, and bought their first rental property so Cora would have a home for her family that didn't feel like charity. 

The story plagued Mia's mind afterward, something she thought about on her morning walk around the fields and along the river. 

Once the coffee finished perking and her travel mug was full, Mia headed out to walk the perimeter fence. The stone wall was easy enough to follow, and there were gates along the route she opened and closed behind her.  

This morning, there was a misty bit of drizzle, but Mia turned up her collar, pulled her hood over her hair, and struck off in her flower-covered wellies. 

Jasper and Eddie almost immediately joined her, and she scratched them behind the ear, happy for the company.

The dreich day matched her mood as she walked over the emerald green grass. 

"If they were so nice to Cora, why did they have such a hard time with my mom?" Mia wondered aloud, not for the first time. 

Neither dog gave her an answer, just trotted off to sniff down burrow holes.

It didn't make sense to her. They were clearly good people. Why be so cruel to their only remaining son? What was she missing in all this? Obviously, there was a part of the story Cora didn't know, but in all the paperwork she signed for Fergus, not one letter of explanation was among the documents. 

Covid took her grandparents suddenly. Maybe they didn't think it would happen. Maybe they thought they would have time to explain in person. Unfortunately, time was a fickle thing.

The quorking of ravens caused her to look up and smile at the three sitting in the tree. 

Mia drew a plastic bag she stashed dog food in from her pocket and sprinkled some along the top of the stone fence. She'd done so every day since she started her morning hike and noticed they waited for her now. They flew down to feast shortly after she walked away, no longer so suspicious of her intentions. But they only distracted her from her frustrations for so long. 

She'd gone through all the papers in her grandfather's office, a monumental task, but there was nothing there. Her next step would be to tear through the attic. Maybe her grandmother kept a diary that would explain. Even as she thought it, Mia resigned herself to the idea that she might never have all the answers. 

The soft thud of hooves had her looking up to the hillside. Highpark Castle sat in its stately stone glory, perched atop rolling green hills like a jewel at the top of a crown. 

She knew Highpark was home to a stud farm from conversations she had with people around town. She watched as a man rode by on a magnificent horse every day on her walk. Some days, it was black, others red, white, or some combination of the four, but she could tell even at a distance, the person on the horse's back was always the same. 

He sat tall, comfortable, his body and hands relaxed. She couldn't make out his face, but his general shape reminded her of Kip. 

She turned to lean on the stones and sip her coffee, watching as the man rode by at a slow gallop. It was a pleasant way to start her day, as the horses were beautiful.

"Do ye ken how to ride?"

Mia jumped, almost threw her coffee cup, and spun around, her free hand pressed to her pounding heart. "Dammit, Henry! You scared a year off my life!"

A smirk twitched his lips. "Didnae intend to, but ye were pretty focused on Hiddleston there."

She frowned. "Hiddleston? You mean Kip?"

"Nah, the other one." His brows pulled together. "Ye met Kip?"

"And Emma and her boys at the market. I'm doing a painting for him of his fiancée."

The scowl deepened. "Ye should stay away from Highpark."

"Why?" Mia frowned. "I'm heading up there today to drop off Kip's painting and have tea with Emma."

Henry stepped closer, his eyes intense. "They're not yer kind of people."

Mia snorted. "My kind of people? What the hell does that mean?" 

"They're snobs. Yer not."

Mia stared before barking a laugh. "I met them. They're nice! Emma was warm and welcoming. Kip flirted, but I think that's just how he is. He could probably flirt with air."

The scowl deepened on Henry's face. "Kip's a skirt chaser, always has been. Emma's fine, the only decent one of the lot, but stay away from Tom. He's a right dobber. He's not worth yer time."

Mia didn't know what a dobber was, but she suspected it wasn't a good thing. "While I appreciate the concern, I'll make my own decisions about any of the Hiddlestons if or when I interact with them. I don't make decisions based on others' recommendations regarding people. It's not my way."

Some of the thunderous clouds brewing around him lifted. "Is this another of yer 'I'm Canadian' things?"

Mia chuckled, relieved he didn't look so angry anymore. "Probably." Obviously, he had a history with the eldest Hiddleston, but it wasn't Mia's place to ask. 

"Canna join ye on yer dander?" he asked, nodding toward the path. 

Mia shrugged, strolling away from the fence now that the man and his horse were gone. "Sure. What did you ask me before?"

"Do ye ken how to ride?"

Mia laughed. "Horses? Hell, no. I was a city kid."

"Ye seem to like 'em."

She shot him a grin. "I'm female. Don't all girls love horses at some point in their life?"

Henry chuckled. "Point taken. Though not all. My sister never got on with 'em."

"You have a sister?" Mia had no idea. Cora never mentioned it. 

"Had. She passed on when she was sixteen, and I was twenty."

Mia didn't ask. The storm clouds were back on his face, and his tone clearly said he wouldn't discuss it. 

Instead, she sipped her coffee. "I wouldn't mind learning. I imagine riding is very freeing."

"Aye, it can be. Yer grandma, she rode. Shame that they died 'cause of the pandemic."

"You knew them well?" Mia asked as she opened the gate between the fields. 

"Worked here twenty years afore they passed. Yer grandad was a good man. Before he got sick, he talked about yer da a lot."

Mia glanced up, but he was looking out across the field. "Did they ever say why they fell out?"

Henry shook his head. "Just that they regretted it. When they learned of yer parents passing, it broke something in them. Sometimes, Lorna would be out in the garden and just stop and greet. And Douglas drank on every anniversary. The regret nearly drove them to an early grave. I think it was only searching for ye that kept 'em going."

"I'm not sure how to marry the two sides of all this," Mia admitted. "I didn't even know I had grandparents. My parents never said anything. I always just assumed Dad's parents were dead like Mom's. We used to visit her parents at the cemetery a few times a year, and I kept going back after they passed because that's where Mom and Dad are buried. I guess I assumed Dad's parents were buried somewhere too far away to visit."

She knew he was originally from Scotland; the accent was hard to miss, but she didn't think much about it at eleven. After, she lived in a world of grief, disbelief, confusion, and pain, tossed into a system that was already overloaded and struggling. She'd dealt with her grief mostly alone for the first few years, then ended up in a home where Maria was beyond kind and did what she could to help Mia talk it out. Unfortunately, it was a temporary placement, and Mia couldn't stay with her. 

"I canna speak to what happened, Mia, but they were sorry for it. I think they were sorry from the moment Callum left."

"Did you know him? My dad?" she asked. 

Henry shook his head. "He was twelve, fifteen years older. Already up and gone by the time I was a teen."

Mia sighed. "No worries. I didn't think so."

They walked on in silence, watching the dogs root and sniff until they flushed a rabbit and gave chase. 

Henry whistled hard, calling them off and back to his side. 

"I never did learn to do that."

He frowned at her. "Eh?"

"Whistle," Mia chuckled. "I can't whistle."

"Fuck up! Yer haverin' out yer arse!"

Mia blinked, deciphered that to mean he didn't believe her but more in a surprised, haha, you're joking, kind of way and shrugged. "Nope. Never learned."

He muttered under his breath, words she had no hope of understanding as Mia was pretty sure they weren't any sort of English and shot her a glare.

"Ye just purse yer lips and blow," he grumbled. "Ain't hard."

While she knew that was a saying made famous by an old black-and-white movie, Mia couldn't grasp which one, making it impossible to tease him over the reference.

Still, she pursed her lips and blew, sending spit flying, and blushed in embarrassment. "And that's why I don't whistle," she chuckled.

He arched an amused brow before stopping and turning to face her. Mia mirrored him, curious, but was knocked speechless when he grasped her chin in his big hand and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips to purse. "Gotta pucker more. Like yer waiting on a nip."

Stunned by his forwardness, Mia stupidly asked, "What's a nip?"

Before she could guess, he dropped his head with very clear intentions, his gaze locked on her mouth. 

Mia jerked backward in surprise, her hands firm against his chest. "Henry? What do you think you're doing?"

His eyes widened, his hand fell away, and he stepped back. "Acting the bam, apparently."

Mia didn't know what that meant and sighed in frustration. But there was red in his cheeks, quickly spreading, obviously embarrassed by her enthusiastic rejection. 

"Look, Henry," she murmured, but he shook his head. 

"Naw, you dinnae need to say it. I read something in that wasn't there."

Again, Mia sighed. "Unfortunatley. I'm sorry if I was giving off signals, as they weren't intentional. I just got out of a five-year relationship that should have ended at four, and while I like you, I… I don't see you that way."

"I figured. And ye weren't, given signals, that is. But yer a braw lass, sweet and generous. Soon enough, the other fellas will start calling. I figured I'd tip my hand first. I apologize for diving in like marr's meat." He nodded and turned to go. 

"I know it's cliche, but can we still be friends?" Mia asked, worried she'd fucked up one of the few relationships she had here.

He grinned and tipped his head. "Friends. Aye. Ye didnae do anything wrong saying no, Mia. And if some wank Canadian shitebag said otherwise, then glad I am yer no longer over there."

Mia chuckled and motioned for him to join her again. "Wank Canadian shitbag. Alright, I can roll with that."

"Thought ye might," he snickered, keeping a foot of distance between them now.

She knew it would take time for the embarrassment to fade, but she did like the gruff, grumbly man. He was sweet in a roundabout kind of way one had to get used to, but that didn't mean she wanted to see him naked. 

Right now, she didn't want to see anyone naked and changed the subject to something safe. 

"So, riding lessons?"

He grinned, and she knew, eventually, they would be okay.

~

Mia pulled up in front of the freaking castle and stared at the three-story monstrosity. 

She'd driven Henry's truck, a beat-up, rusty old thing with a temperament like a cantankerous grandfather, but as it was a short trip up to Highpark, she figured it was a good time to practice driving on the left. 

It also looked like it would soak them at any moment, the sky dense and dark with heavy clouds. She would not risk the work she put into Kip's commission with a possible rain storm and asked to use the vehicle. There was her grandparent's car, but the size of the commission made getting it in the vehicle questionable. 

However, along with not risking the rain, she wasn't willing to put Henry in the awkward position of taking her up to Highpark when he wanted nothing to do with the Hiddleston family. Nor did she want to lock herself in the vehicle with him after their "moment" this morning. 

Cora eventually bribed him with pie, and Mia left with the keys before he could change his mind.

But when she drove up to the lower gate and found a guard in the little guard house, it gave her pause. She hadn't expected that. Still, when he asked her the nature of her business, she said she was there to see Emma and gave her name. He told her to follow the gravel drive around to the right and the signs for 'staff only.' and to use the entrance beneath the porte cochere on the eastern wing. 

Before arriving, Mia had to pause to take stock of the fact she was driving up to and about to have tea in a freaking Scottish castle. 

"What even is my life?"

Gentle laughter echoed in her head. 

"Don't even. You could have warned me about Henry," she muttered to the annoying Mischief God, who took extra delight in teasing her about her admirer. 

Where's the fun in that, girl?

Mia rolled her eyes and drove on to stop beneath the stone overhang. 

Driving under a mountain of precariously balanced rock was a bit intimidating. Sure, the pillars and archways looked substantial, but two stories of stone and windows still perched on top of them. 

You're stalling.

"You're an ass." 

But he was also correct. She was stalling because the potential to meet him, the Tom Hiddleston, the man she admired for his work as Loki, was anxiety-inducing. That he gave it up to come home and look after his family said a lot about him as a person outside of his fame. 

With a deep breath, Mia climbed out of the truck and walked around to maneuver the painting from the passenger seat gently. It was a good-sized portrait with a three-inch carved wooden frame Mia stripped, sanded, and stained a lovely ebony. She wrapped it in bubble wrap, covered it in brown paper, and tied a pretty piece of twine around it. 

Maybe it wasn't very posh to be packing into a castle, but Kip would get what she would give him. 

These last few weeks were incessant with his emails and texts. She learned he had a wicked sense of humour that wouldn't quit. He described himself as a 'cheeky bastard' and said his fiancée couldn't wait to meet the woman who could not only put up with him but also hand it back so easily. 

Serina sounded delightful. She knew Mia was making something for Kip, though he'd kept the gift on the down-low and was excited to give it to her. As Serina was away for the next few days visiting family with the baby, and Kip was needed at the estate, now was the perfect time to deliver her present. 

It wasn't until Mia was halfway up the stairs that she realized she could not knock with her hands full and wasn't sure if castles had doorbells one could press with their elbow. She resigned herself to kicking the door in an uncouth manner when the door swung open before she reached the top, revealing a beaming Emma and her two rambunctious boys.

"I didn't think the lady of the castle answered her own door," Mia teased, causing Emma to laugh. 

"She does when the gate gives her enough notice to shoo off everyone else!" 

Chuckling, Mia set Kip's painting down gently. "Not to be the weird foreigner, but shoes? On? Off?"

Emma giggled. "Oh! On is fine. Why?"

"Sorry, I just never know. We don't have places like this in Canada, and there, you're unlikely to be welcome back if you walk through someone's house with your shoes on. But when most of the country is covered in snow for upwards of two-thirds of the year, tracking wet through someone's house is just yucky."

"I suppose it would be," Emma grinned. "We have our wet and muck, too, but we do a scrape and scuff. Unless you're mud to your knees, right boys?" she said, eyeing her sons. 

"Yes, Mum!" they groaned, rolling their eyes, having heard this lecture before. 

"Da always has to take off his boots 'cause they've the horse's shite on them, right, Mum?" Calvin, the younger one, announced gleefully.

"Brat," she chuckled. "Yes, Da has to take his smelly wellies off, but what have I said about repeating the bad words your father uses?"

"That I should say I learned them from Uncle Kip when Granny Adair asks."

Mia snorted and covered her mouth, not wanting to encourage him by laughing if he was sassing back.

Emma shook her head, but her lips also twitched. "Calvin."

He grinned like he was a pure delight, causing his brother to snicker. 

"You pair," Emma chuckled, turning back to Mia. "Feel free to laugh."

Swallowing hard, Mia shook her head. "I don't know what you mean. Wasn't funny at all." She held out for six seconds before the crushed look on Calvin's face had her busting a gut. 

"Oh, man!" she wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You're face!"

"I like her," Keegan snickered, leaning against his mom. 

Mia wasn't sure which parent he took after, having yet to meet Emma's husband, but he had the bright blue eyes of his mother and her dark hair, too. And Calvin was his match in every way, almost as if they were carbon copies of each other at different ages. 

"Good, because I like her too," Emma smiled, her gaze dropping to Mia's parcel. "Is that Kip's commission?"

Mia nodded. 

"Can I see it? Please!" she begged. 

"He swore me to secrecy and said he wanted to see it first. He even threatened to come by my studio, but I told him I'd set the dogs on him if he did." 

The dogs were less likely to bite than Mia, so it was a hollow threat, but it kept him out of her business. Besides, she knew he was just bored or attempting to escape whatever duties his brother appointed him. 

She checked out the website for Highpark after seeing a flyer for an upcoming event in a store window in town. The castle was open to the public four days a week, hosted everything from birthday parties to balls, and held town events for all the major holidays. 

It sounded fun but also like a lot of work when you added the cafe, grounds, and tours that tramped around their house. 

"Bollocks," Emma muttered. "I was hoping you'd sneak me a peek so I could rub it in later."

Mia chuckled. They evidently had quite the relationship. "I would, but he's paying me."

"Too true!" she laughed just as her phone rang. "Bloody hell," she sighed. "I have to take this, but if you head down that hall, turn left at the end, and go through the second door on the right, you'll find Kip with Tom."

Mia's heart jumped. "Oh, I can wait for you if-"

Emma waved her off. "No, no! The boys and I will wait for you here." 

As she already had the phone pressed to her ear, Mia sighed, picked up Kip's portrait, and headed down the hall. By the time she reached the end, she'd worked up a bit of a sweat. Mirrors this size weren't light, and the frame didn't help. 

Still, she pressed on, turned the corner, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found the second door on the right open. 

Hesitating in the doorway, Mia tried not to gape at the large, wood-panel... office? Den? She wasn't sure what to call it. All she knew was it screamed mancave with the dark, brooding feel, heavy leather furniture, and enormous desk backed by a wall of bookshelves. 

At the desk, two tawny heads bent over some papers, one sitting, the other on his feet. 

Mia cleared her throat and called, "Knock knock?"

Both looked up, and the resemblance was uncanny. Tom's hair was longer, curling over his forehead and ears, and he was clean-shaven, but that was where the physical differences ended. 

Kip grinned as he stood from the desk and rounded the corner to greet her. 

Tom's scowl didn't waver. 

"Mia, darling!" Kip leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I've missed you terribly."

"Oh, I'm sure. I haven't had fifteen emails today reminding me you were waiting. You must be heartsick with loneliness," she snorted. "However did you keep yourself from rushing to meet me at the steps?"

Kip barked a laugh and ushered her into the room. "Didn't I tell you she was aces?"

"You did," Tom stated gruffly, remaining by the desk. He looked so happy to meet her; she was shocked he wasn't jumping for joy.

Mia cleared her throat, disconcerted. He was wickedly handsome, as she expected, but his attitude stunk. "Nice to meet you."

"That's it?" Kip scowled. "Nice to meet you?"

She shot him a shut the hell up glare as he prodded her toward the desk where she crouched to set down her work. When she popped back up, she turned her back on the so pleasant older Hiddleston, who looked like he wanted to pat her down to ensure she wasn't stealing the silverware and smiled at Kip.

"I hope it's everything you hoped for."

"My sweet Canuk! You are a gem among women!" Kip announced, sweeping her into a hug that somehow turned into an impromptu dance she failed at miserably, setting them both laughing. 

Mia shook her head and shoved him playfully. "You haven't even seen it yet, you nut!" 

He bowed grandly to her. "Oh, beautiful artisan! I am certain that when I gaze upon your fabulous creation, I will be struck down with awe and wonder at your magnificence." He glanced up and smirked. "Cash for the remainder is okay?"

She giggled, unable to help herself. He was such a card but so over the top that she knew he didn't mean a damn thing by his flirting. "Cash is fine."

He rose and patted his pants pockets. "Bugger it. I left my wallet upstairs. Tom, be useful and entertain Miss MacAlasdair while I run up."

He was gone before Mia could say he could catch her with Emma and sighed. By the waves of cold coming from the man standing statue at the desk, she was pretty damn sure he didn't want her there.

Mia turned and attempted to force a smile, but his bristly nature shot her anxiety into the stratosphere. "Um, I'll be around a bit longer, off with Emma for, for tea. Kip can find me th-"

He cut her off before she could finish. "Do you make a habit of it?" 

Mia frowned as he dropped his arms and took a menacing step toward her. "Habit of what?"

He stalked across the room using the same ground-eating grace he had as Loki. "Flirting and fawning like a strumpet over men who are else wise engaged?"

Shocked, Mia's jaw dropped. "I beg your pardon?"

His lip curled into a disgusted sneer. "Kip hasn't shut up about you since he met you at the market. How desperate and despicable do you have to be to attempt to steal a man whose fiancée just had their first child?"

"Wow," she whispered. "You're unbelievable." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her by the elbow. "Remove your hand before I make you remove it."

He released her as if she burned, but his hatred raged in his eyes. "What you're doing is unforgivable."

"Gods," she huffed, rolling her eyes. "You're so wrong you couldn't find right if it was lit with a neon sign. Look, bud, I get you're protecting your brother, but you can fuck all the way off to fuck off mountain. It's located in western Canada in the Rockies, so make sure to pack some long underwear so your ass doesn't turn into ice."

She stalked off, so mad she could spit, but paused when she reached the door to grasp the knob and glare one last time at a man she once admired. "They always say never meet your heroes, for they are doomed to disappoint." 

She flipped him the middle finger and stepped out, slamming the door behind her. 

Practically seething, Mia stormed down the hall to the entrance, where Emma was still on the phone, and her boys were chasing each other around the foyer. 

She looked up at Mia's arrival, but her welcoming smile fell from her face. "I have to call you back." Emma hung up without waiting for a reply and chased after Mia as she headed for the door. "Mia? What happened? Where are you going?"

"I'm sorry, Emma, but I can't stay. Your brother is an absolute asshole. Can we do this another day?"

"Yes, of course, but what did Kip do? He said you got on smashing?" she worried, trotting after Mia. 

"Not Kip. Kip is lovely, a flirt and utterly ridiculous ninety-nine percent of the time but always a gentleman. Tom, however, needs a good hard kick in the bal- bottom!" she corrected, remembering the young ears listening intently. 

"Oh, fuck! What did he do?" Emma demanded, slamming her hands to her hips. 

Mia paused at the door, looked down at the stormy face of her friend in the making and sighed. "He accused me of trying to get with Kip."

"What!" she shrieked. "Oh, that-" She screamed and shook her fists at the ceiling before taking Mia gently by the arm. "I see. Yes, we can do this late-"

A crack of thunder so loud caused the door to rattle before lightning lit up the sky. 

"Mia," Emma cautioned when the lights flickered. 

She shook her head. "It's not far. I'll be fine, and I'll drive slow."

"It can be very unsafe to drive-"

Mia yanked open the door. "I'll be fine. We have some aggressive weather where I'm from, too. I'll text you when I get home!"

Before Emma could stop her, she ran out the door to Henry's truck. 

"Mia!" 

She waved, slammed the door, and turned the key. When it turned over and started on the first go, she thanked all the Gods and drove out of the porte cochere into the torrential downpour. 

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