#I have so many things I can draw off of this

[kissingmilfs]

HIIII i have no clue if requests are open if not then so sorry 😓 I was wondering if we can have more perv sevika pretty please and thank you

i’m never opposed to requests esp with pervy sev 🥰ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ㅤcontent warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sorta threesome, fingering

a/n: added mel into the mix because i have free will. hopefully this is pervy enough. but there’s always more ideas trolling around if not.

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“i don’t know, sev…” you trail off with an unsure tone as you check yourself out in the mirror.

sevika stands behind you—knotting her tie diligently as she keeps an eye on you through the mirror. “what’s not to know?”

you twist your lips in thought while trying to pull the hem of the dress down. “it’s a fundraiser. i don’t want the pilties forming even more stereotypes about zaun. the dress is too short.”

“no such thing, doll.” sevika finishes with her tie then presses her hand on your lower back. “bend over.”

without hesitation, your hands carefully situate on the mirror and you bend over for sevika. you watch as her eyes immediately drop to your dress riding up. exposing a little peek of your laced thong. sevika groans lowly, looping her fingers through the barely there fabric and lowering it until the thong drops to your feet.

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sevika pushes the dress up a little more. her thumbs kneading so close to your folds. “i didn’t say you could wear underwear tonight, baby. and the dress is fine. stop worrying so much.” her thumb dips between your slit—teasing both your clit and entrance simultaneously.

hearing your hushed whimper causes sevika to snap her eyes upwards and find your hooded eyes in the mirror. “you have permission to be as bad as possible tonight, princess.” sevika hand comes down to the swell of your ass with a sharp smack. she chuckles at your scrunched up expression of pleasure. she doesn’t even know if you were listening.

regardless sevika situates your dress back down and retrieves your thong from the carpeted floor. she cleans off her thumb with it then tucks it into the front pocket of her suit.

“car will be here soon, princess.” sevika presses a kiss to your shoulder—leaving you reeling from her actions and words.

at the fundraiser, it was easy to forget sevika’s instructions. still feeling self conscious about your dress and stuck like glue to sevika’s side the whole night. many of important dignitaries come up to sevika—basking her in compliments for her position on the council—praising her for the initiatives in cleaning up zaun and the air pollution. you can tell sevika’s not fully appreciating the placating of politicians. her hand gripping your waist so tightly—you fear she’ll break skin.

after escaping the faux friendliness, sevika pulls you towards some cloisters you hadnt known existed. there’s still people littered around and even servers carrying trays of hors d’oeuvres sevika leans against a column while lighting a cigar. you let her enjoy the quiet and solace as your eyes dance around the dimness of the cloisters.

a shimmer of gold catches your eyes and before you can obtain the source of it—sevika taps your hip. you draw your eyes away with an acknowledging hum. your girlfriend already has a grin on her face.

sevika exhales her cigar before speaking up. “looks like your girlfriend is here.”

you immediately scowl and lift your chin to meet sevika’s gaze. “you’re my girlfriend, sev.”

she laughs heartily. “mhm. true. but you know that’s not who or what i mean.”

before you can repeat for the millionth time the same words—the topic of discussion glides towards you and politely taps your shoulder. spinning around you’re met face to face with the noxian beauty, mel medarda. you hadn’t seen her since she returned home to noxus. her arcane tattoos have expanded since the last time. her hair in elegant braids that are far too long to seem logical.

“m-mel, hi!” your voice comes out in a squeak and you hope to heavens your blush isn’t noticeable.

mel casually checks you out. her eyes roaming from the tips of your feet to the top of your head. her head cocked to the side, as if, she’s amused. “i worried you wouldn’t remember me, love. i certainly find myself wondering if this is really you.”

another flustered blush grows on your cheeks. you rub one arm with the other. “why’s that?”

“oh…no real reason.” mel flashes you such a smile—you step back and sevika places a hand on your waist to steady you.

sevika whispers in your ear, “easy there, baby. she won’t bite.”

mel must’ve heard sevika’s whisper because she chuckles a little. “i bite sometimes. though i hardly think it would be appropriate given the circumstances.”

“eh…she’ll behave if you do.”

your eyes widen at sevika’s words. you attempt to twist around but she grips your waist firmly. mel throws her head back with such a melodic laugh. you swear the golden freckles on her cheeks glow from her laughter. as her laughter dies down, mel clasps her hands behind her back. her green eyes with hints of gold reflect her desire. you cannot tell if she’s always been this obvious or if it’s simply because she has permission.

mel’s hips sensually sway as she closes the distance. she enters your personal space so much so you can smell all the expensive bath oils and flowers used for her pampering routine. mel brushes some hair off your shoulder with a gentle touch. an ache bobs in your throat.

“can i?” mel whispers softly.

you’re not sure what she’s asking permission for. blinking some confusion and heavy desire away from your eyes does nothing to clear the vision of radiance in front of you.

sevika nods. “go ahead.” freely giving both your consent because she knows. she knows you’ve fantasized about mel. heck, sevika’s eagerly indulged in it too. whispering the most profane things in your ear about mel as she plunged two, three fingers inside of you.

before you can even process the magnitude of the exchange, mel’s lips are on your neck. your breathing pauses momentarily as those soft, plump lips find your pulse. at the same time, sevika’s positioning your legs into a wider position. you must be dreaming. you must. nothing so perfect and sinful could ever happen to you.

mel’s teeth grazing around your pulse pulls you back into reality. her hand rests on your opposite hip. they must’ve forgotten the cloisters are open for everyone else at the fundraiser. people still mingling and chatting around. waiters still carrying trays. sevika and mel lust are a joint effort. because the second mel bites into your neck—sevika pushes two fingers inside your waiting entrance. you were soaking wet. simply from mel’s proximity and the overactive fantasies. and they were coming to fruition.

a low moan escapes you and your head tips back on sevika’s shoulder. you hear her chuckle by the base of your ear. mel’s other hand cups her face—holding you in place as she works her mouth over on your neck. she could probably break skin and you wouldnt care. her thumb brushes across the apple of your cheek. the soft gesture juxtaposes everything happening in this corner of the cloisters.

sevika’s fingers steadily stroke your inner walls as mel, now, sucks on the bite mark. you do not even think of the prospect of walking back into the fundraiser with new bruises populating your neck. you can only focus on how perfect mel sounds as she moans into your neck. or sevika’s fingers focused solely on your g-spot—over and over again.

your moans start to grow higher and more whinier. before sevika shushes you—the thumb mel had on your cheek travels across your skin until it finds your bottom lip. without words, you understand the gesture and part your lips for mel’s thumb. for some reason, the touch causes an eye roll to the back of your head.

sevika nips your earlobe. “my pretty, perfect girl. you’re gonna come all over my fingers, huh? show mel exactly how much you’ve missed her, baby.”

you whine lowly around the thumb in my mouth. if mel heard sevika’s words—she certainly doesn’t show it. her lips and teeth focused on leaving her mark wherever possible. your legs tremble causing both women to grip your hips tighter. sevika pulls you closer to her chest and mel presses into yours. mel’s thumb strokes your tongue, moving in and out, as you make the cutest noises she’s ever heard.

her knee slips between your legs. without hesitation she firmly grinds it against your clit. fuck, you moan around her finger. and she actually giggles against your skin. knowingly driving you over the edge with a simple touch. your hips eagerly grind down. chasing the feeling while simultaneously taking sevika’s fingers deeper.

“greedy girl. are you gonna come for me?” mel licks a strip of your skin.

usually that is sevika’s line. but she doesn’t seem to mind. in fact she adds another finger which makes you moan far louder. sevika and mel make eye contact and mel seems to understand the non verbal communication. she takes a step back from you which elicits such a whine of disapproval from you. it doesn’t matter though. not to either of them. sevika bends you forward and curls her fingers precisely. her hips begin moving—similar to her thrusting her strap on into you.

mel steps back into your orbit. your arms instinctively circling her waist as sevika’s fingers drill into you. the side of your head presses into mel’s waist. a symphony of your quiet moans and sevika’s fingers stretching you out—fill all three of your ears. sevika’s eyes trained on the sight of your cunt swallowing her fingers. your folds glistening and spread apart just for her.

a soothing hand comes to stroke your back and sides. you suspect it’s mel. then the stroking turns into nails scratching the length of your back. and then a whisper finds your ear.

“come on, doll. show mel how pretty you are when you come. don’t you think she deserves it, pretty girl?”

you whimper and nod your head on mel’s waist. “mhm…yes…”

both mel and sevika chuckle in unison. your walls flutter then clamp down on sevika’s fingers. her one arm wraps around your waist—knowing whats to come. she focuses solely on your spongey, squishy sensitivity. mel continues the pattern of stroking your back then scratching her nails over the length of it.

then she hooks her finger under your chin and lifts your glazed over eyes to hers. “you’re too cute. time to come, darling.”

and that does it. you whine lowly before the sensations awash. the coil tightening far beyond and threatening to make you collapse. your cunt sucking sevika’s fingers in and keeping them trapped. your lips parted in a pretty o. the sound of your own blood rushing from your head and straight to your pussy. a shaky exhale releases from you and a dam breaks. you relax against mel’s hold as your orgasm, quite literally, trickles out of you.

“shit, baby.” sevika chuckles as she lowly alleviates her fingers from your pussy.

mel helps you stand upright again. guiding your dress back down with such tenderness—you could probably come again. she carefully smooths your hair out while eyeing the hickies she left behind. sevika takes the opportunity to clean you up with the same thong she’s harbored all night. running the fabric along your inner thighs and then swiping it through your folds.

a shudder comes from you with a whine from your sensitivity. mel smiles at you—almost as if you’re a delicate flower she just plucked.

“you did so well, dear.” mel places the softest, most tender kiss on your lips. it almost feels, as if, she never even kissed you. “thank you for looking so pretty for me.”

she extends her hand and sevika drops your thong in her palm. mel curls her fingers around it with a wide grin. “…and for the souvenir.” mel stands on her tiptoes to kiss sevika’s cheek in adieu.

“thanks again, sevika. you were right. i did need this little trip.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Daywalker: John Shen x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @miraclesabound @cannonindeez @fadeinsol @nommingonfood @yousigned-upforthis

Companion piece to:

Dick Pics - You and John discuss your dating life in the ambulance bay during a rare shift break.

Brunch - John refuses to give up when you miss brunch with him.

Silly Little Boys (NSFW) - John's not like the other men you've been with.

In The Summer - You discover John's secret.

Tiger, Tiger - John reveals the truth between his engagement and his history.

Jack - John's mother opens up old wounds by giving John a copy of your DCFS file.

Bare (NSFW) - John and you commit to each other in a special way.

The Shirt - Jack realises that you're wearing a boyfriend shirt.

Tradition - Mrs Shen makes a decision regarding the wedding.

Thanksgiving in The Pitt is batshit fucking crazy.

Bust ups, burns, accidently amputated appendages, the list goes on. The waiting room heaves to capacity, the ambulance bay is an endless stream of drop offs. Each doctor is turning over five patients an hour, getting them situated in the halls because food poisoning is the leading cause of illness during this holiday and the majority of them need drips due to dangerous levels of dehydration.

Throughout the chaos John catches glimpses of your presence, a flash of that neat bun, the sound of your voice carrying across the room, your signature on some of his intake paperwork. They’re the only signs of your existence during the nightmare shift.

It’s 4am when he finally gets a break, he takes a leak before heading out to the ambulance bay in his scrubs, sucking in a deep breath of cool, refreshing as soon as he steps onto the concrete.

You’re already waiting for him at your usual spot by the wall, there’s a brown paper bag alongside you with two plastic cups of cold brew coffee. Your rig is parked just to the right, the sounds of you partner’s snoring from the back echoing through the lot.

“I gotta warn you now.” You say as he approaches. “No hugs, I stink of vomit and other indescribable substances.”

“You think I care about that?” John asks placing his hands on his hips and tipping his head towards the E.D. “It’s like Saint Patrick’s Day all over again in there, I’m completely desensitised at this point.”

You roll your eyes to the heavens, stepping towards him. “Well played, you know I’m a goner for that slutty little hip thing you do.”

His arms wrap around you, drawing you into the shelter of his form. You fit against him perfectly, like two pieces of a shattered vase being reacquainted. His lips brush over your temple and he can feel the tension ebb out of your body as he cradles you close.

You’ve been away over the last few days in Seattle at the Paramedic Professional Development Conference. This is the first time he’s laid eyes on you since you’d gotten back into town because the day shift had gotten overwhelmed and he’d had to come in early.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbles into your hair. “None of the other paramedics are nearly as much fun.”

Your chest vibrates with laugher against his and he can’t help but smile at the sensation as you tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

“You mean none of the others bring you coffee and turkey subs at four in the morning.” You point out and he shrugs his shoulders in response.

“They aren’t as cute either.”

“Yea, I know.” You say, taking his hand and leading him towards the wall. The two of you take a seat before unwrapping your sandwiches. “Trust me Chicago Fire has given the public some very unrealistic expectations in that department. You won’t believe how many people have been disappointed by the lack of hot firemen pulling up tonight.”

“Same here with Grey’s Anatomy. Although Abbot did get called McSteamy and Grumpy Daddy tonight so that was very entertaining.” He takes a bite from the sub and moans. “Christ have I told you how much I adore you recently?”

“Not nearly enough.” You tease, nudging his shoulder. “You’ll have to worship me when we get off shift, remind me why I keep coming around.”

“The videos I sent when you were away weren’t enough?” He counters, balling up the packaging between his hands and tossing it into the brown paper bag. “Me fucking the panties you left on my pillow?”

Your cheeks flush as you bite your lower lip and it’s just the sweetest damn thing.

“Did you give anymore thought to the other thing we were talking about?” He asks you, picking up his cold brew and sipping through the straw. “The Field Training Officer position?”

“Hm.” You respond noncommittedly. “Had a conversation with Anderson before I left Seattle about the program. It would mean changing my shift for a few months so I could fit the course in during the evening time and I’m not sure how much I’d like being a day walker.”

A day walker, it’s what the night shift people call those that make the transition back to regular office hours. It can be a jarring adjustment after you’ve spent so long in the darkness.

John doesn’t think that’s the real issue though. He suspects you’re concerned about how your life is going to change compared to that of the people around you.  Abbot, Faye, him, all work the nightshift and altering the routine will throw you out of sync with the support network you’ve build up over the years. You fear becoming isolated again, that they won’t be able to find time for you.

“Cici.” He says softly, his fingers threading through yours. “My feelings won’t change because you’re working the day shift, we can still do breakfast or dinner, find the sweet spot when we’re not working weekends. Our relationship will adapt, the same way it will with Abbot and Faye, nobody’s going to abandon you because you’re trying something new.”

“It’s just… it’s a big change.” You say quietly, poking at the ice in your drink with the straw.

“Change can be good even if it is a little scary.” He reassures you, his thumb tracing soothing circles along the back of your hand. “I know you’re going to rock this and I promise I will be here to support you. Quizzing you, feeding you, helping you to ‘destress’.”

The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile before you tilt your head towards hm.

“You really think I can do it?” You ask him and John’s palm comes to cradle your face, his thumb ghosting over that tiny scar just at the edge of your right eye.

“Cici.” He says firmly. “I think you can do anything you god damn want to.”

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[mischiefmaker615]

Stamina

Summary: “Alright darling, if challenging the length of my stamina so easily catches your interest.. let’s see how long you can last instead.” 😈

Rating: R

You had NO complaints in bed, at all. not a single one- you craved sex with Loki probably just as much as he did.. perhaps more, with how many time’s you’ve tried finding excuses to get it. Not that you needed excuses.. but the brat in you tended to make sure to interrupt him on things just to make sure your cravings were sated.

It would surprise him every time, thinking he had spent hours taking care of you, just to make sure he’d have the rest of the time working on certain things with a moment’s peace but you always found your way wanting more within perhaps two hours later.

‘’you are insatiable..’’ he would whisper, not at all bothered while he would add yet another finger to your weeping core, drawing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm.

‘’I am with you, how could you expect me to be sated..’’ you would breath out, withering underneath him while he gazed down at what he would deem the most beautiful sight on earth.

A part of you felt bad interrupting him when he had court meetings to attend to and other royal responsibilities amongst the palace. Yet the other part of you almost got off on the thrill alone when you would sometimes poke the aggressive side of Loki, reminding you how much you liked it rough at the same time. Yet lately his patience was quite high, making it hard to coax out that dominating side of him. not that you minded his sweet side- but sometimes there would come a time when a woman craved more.

And to get that Dom out of him, you’d just have to try harder.

You both sat across from each other on the balcony, enjoying breakfast while you were still in your nightgown, and he in merely his undergarment- the sun shining off his toned abs that had you quite hungry for something else. His eyes never really left yours, even while he brought another piece of fruit to his lips while your ankle continued to rub against his under the small table.

‘’darling,’’ he started, the corner of his mouth tugging up to a smirk while he tried to keep the conversation serious. As serious as his growing erection that had your eyes flicking down briefly before he continued to speak. ‘’I have an important counsel meeting with one of Midgard’s governors,’’

‘’Midgard’s?” you raised a brow and finally looked serious. ‘’you brought him all the way here?”

‘’it would be smart to allow the mortal to see exactly what they are dealing with while they are presenting their cases. A subtle presentation of fear encase their propositions were to backfire.’’ He smirked and continued to take small bites of his food.

‘’you could have sent me over there, being mortal myself and being with you, I’d say I would have acted as a proper ambassador.’’ You reminded while you watched him hold down a chuckle and place his plate aside.

‘’and risk the chances of you sleeping with another down there while it would seem how needy you have been lately? That is something I’d rather not risk and found it much easier to preform the extra hassle while making sure you remain in my sight.’’ He said gently with a tease behind his voice.

‘’yes of course I would cheat on you, clearly you are not doing a thorough job here.’’ You laughed, teasing back while he shared a gentle smile and glanced at your bed head- well.. after sex look you had failed to maintain this morning- nothing a bath couldn’t fix.

‘’well while we are on the subject of your.. unquenchable needs, that has brought me onto the subject. I am to be quite busy with this governor and am unsure how long it’s meeting should be. That being said,’’ he paused and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees casually while his eyes pierced yours in all seriousness. ‘’you are to withhold your interruptions until I get back.’’

You sheepishly scoffed and waved a hand at him. ‘’do not act as if I interrupt you all the time-‘’

‘’no, only the best of times.’’ He smirked and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossing. ‘’you can survive for a day without it.’’

You got an idea while you glanced back at him and took another bite of your fruit. There was still a bit of time before he most likely had to go attend this meeting- so perhaps getting the thorough dom Loki would at least tie you over until later. It’s just coaxing out this behavior than his good side.. so, you’d just have to poke a tiger a little.

‘’perhaps it should be more thorough than how it’s been. unless of course your stamina has been affected while you climb in age, I was quite surprised that- being a mortal- I could keep up with you.’’

‘’keeping up with me?” he smirked, not looking offended at all and dare you say, he was seeing through your little game while his eyes began to drag over you.

‘’quite right, there should be an explanation on why I can’t seem to be sated.’’ You sighed and set down your plate, looking over your nails while your voice seemed to trail off. ‘’I’d just be afraid of exhausting you.’’

‘’exhausting me?” he scoffed with a raised brow and the way he was looking at you already had your thighs clenching while you casually nodded at him.

‘’exhausting you.’’ You repeated with a shrug.

‘’hmm..’’ he smirked before he stood up, your body tensing a little while your eyes rose up to watch him, unsure if your plan had worked while you awaited slightly nervously of what he might do. Walking over, his hands reached down and took hold of the arms of the chair, turning it slightly more to face him away from the table with a screech on the floor before he leaned down to be nose to nose with you.

“Alright darling, if challenging the length of my stamina so easily catches your interest.. let’s see how long you can last instead.”

You found yourself leaning forward ever so slightly, inhaling the scent of your lover that instantly could have acted as foreplay and made your thighs squeeze. You raised a brow at him, seeing how he seemed to loom over you before a hand left an arm of the chair to gently cradle behind your head and into your hair.

The gesture felt nice, having your head instinctually lean back into his hand while you gave an unsure smile up at him. ‘’and what is it you are proposing-‘’

Suddenly his fingers gripped your hair and pulled you up, having your body act just as fast to avoid the pain in your roots before he had you standing before him. you resisted the urge to reach up and grip his hand while his free one came up to grip your chin, making you look at him while he gazed down at you casually.

‘’I know just how to test that,’’ he smirked before he guided you by your hair, nothing really to cause any pain but enough to keep you moving before he tossed you onto the bed with a slight bounce on the mattress.

‘’what are you-‘’ you started and turned around to face him before you felt something launch you back into a laying position and spread out, each limb being pulled by an invisible force to each corner of the bed.

Raising your head, you saw nothing holding on to your ankles and wrists but knew your lover well to recognize it must be his magic to be doing this. Looking in front of him, his eyes weren’t on yours this time and rather drank in your form while you laid spread eagle for him.

‘’you mortals have so much more to learn,’’ he smirked while he rested a knee onto the mattress between your legs before his hands followed suite and crawled up your body. ‘’there is nothing to hold back from you darling, my stamina is careful, yes, as to not break your beautiful body, but I give you what I know you can handle.’’ His nose now ghosted with yours while your eyes fluttered at the warm feeling of his body hovering above yours- barely an inch away where if he were to lower himself, you’d both fit like a glove.

‘’if you so happen to be telling me you can handle much more, than darling, we have much to do..’’ he smirked darkly and you could feel his erection pulsing against your clothed cunt and made you squirm.

‘’I’m s-stronger than you take me for..’’ you whispered, cursing how you stuttered while you found your mouth teasing him. words often got you in delicious trouble.

‘’I look forward to testing that darling, but like I said, I do have a meeting to attend to.’’ His voice then turned casual and your brows furrowed, opening your mouth to question before he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, crashing his lips down on yours that had you both humming of the taste of your lover and the fruit.

Your body seemed to instantly melt by his mouth, raising your hips to grind against his erection before he growled and pinned them down with his hands, pulling back to look down at you with a lustful smirk while straddling your hips.

‘’little minx.. as much as it pains me not to be here, do know that I shall return-‘’ you drew a breath to question, surely knowing he couldn’t just leave you here tied up for whatever reason unless if was to make sure you wouldn’t interrupt him before he waved his hand and a strange, pink handheld device came to his hand through magic.

Your eyes instantly recognized the Midgardian contraption and had your body tensing while you struggled underneath him. ‘’you can’t be serious-‘’

‘’this will ensure you keep busy until I can take care of you myself.’’ He smirked and scooted down to straddle your thighs while his hand moved to grip the end of your nightgown. ‘’I shall most likely return once the battery has finished.’’

‘’how long is the battery??” you squeaked while your lower moved your nightgown up your torso to reveal your cunt, hearing an exhale of appreciation leave him lips before he began slowly stroking you with his own fingers.

Your back arched with a sharp inhale, trying to squeeze your thighs together instinctually but they held fast to their bounds. Loki merely looked down at you lovingly before he closed his eyes and furrowed his brows before in a flash of light, he was clothed in his leather and partial armor.

‘’I’m sure you’d be able to find out darling’’ he winked and hovered the vibrator over your clit. ‘’this one was quite interesting when we went down to Midgard the last time. This one simultaneously pumps into you while also paying attention to that adorable bud of yours.’’ Loki smirked and you glared at him briefly.

‘’you shopped without me?”

‘’I do not require as much asleep as you do in your times of.. exhaustion.’’ He smirked with dark eyes, reminding you of apparently your own stamina while his fingers continued to rub and get you wet.

‘’you’re just going to leave me like this??” you whined.

‘’no, I will be leaving you like this.’’ He tutted and swiped a finger at your entrance, looking content that you were wet enough before slowly inserting the thrusting part of the toy into your entrance.

It wasn’t necessarily large or small, but the mild ridges had you squirm before he placed the other end at your clit and- assuming with magic- made sure it stayed in place.

‘’you can’t be serious..’’ you whispered, feeling your heartbeat in nervousness and anticipation while he leaned down now to peck your lips.

‘’deadly darling. you wish to be a brat, then be prepared to be punished like a brat. Do be grateful it is more of a pleasurable state I’ll be leaving you in, and within each 30 minutes the rhythm settings will change.’’

‘’how long did you say was your meeting-‘’ you rambled quickly while he moved himself off the bed and clasped his hands behind his back to admire his work, eyes dragging over your body with his erection twitching in his pants.

‘’I did not say, so I suppose it will be a mystery until I find out. as for your stamina challenge, I am looking forward to knowing how many times you have cum in my absence, do be honest though or you might find yourself adopting this as a morning ritual.’’ He smirked while you weakly glared at him.

‘’I hate you sometimes..’’

‘’all in the best ways darling.’’ he smirked before he leaned down and pressed the button, bringing the vibrator to life while it began pumping steadily inside of you while the part by your clit began flicking.

Your body jerked and squirmed, hearing yourself take heavy breaths that cut short while you already felt your pleasure build. You instinctually tugged for your limbs, head thrashing from side to side before your eyes rose up to see Loki rubbing himself against his pants.

‘’gods darling.. I might intend on watching next time..’’ he smirked before drawing in a breath and turning. ‘’I shall see you immediately when it is over.’’

‘’fuck..’’ you whimpered and watched while he left you behind with the door closing behind him.

~

14.

14…

You were a sweaty, withering mess while your eyes squeezed shut and your nails clenched into your palms. Whatever brand this damn machine was from, definitely should be applauded with how long it’s lasted because you’ve damn near lost your mind while your lips made no understandable sounds.

You barely heard the door open behind you, but no sooner did Loki come into view, his hand quickly waved and you felt the machine vanish and your limbs slack. You were to tired to even move and felt your cunt clench regardless at the emptiness.

Your face turned into the hand that rested at your cheek though, relishing in the coolness of his skin while his thumb gently stroked. ‘’such a girl good darling… you did so well for me..’’ he whispered, his voice as gentle as his hand while you closed your eyes.

‘’have we learned something?” he whispered, wishing you could glare at him if you weren’t to tired to move.

‘’to never mock stamina and be grateful for what is given..’’

‘’how many?” he asked gently.

‘’..14.’’

‘’and how many before you wished to have tapped out?” he asked and you could see the smile without even looking at him.

‘’..7.’’

‘’that’s a good girl..’’ he cooed and gathered you into his arms, feeling how you twitched now and again while you curled up against him, feeling your body relax while your mind pulled itself together.

‘’do you wish to continue with me darling?” he whispered and you saw him smirk while you pouted and pressed your cheek up against his chest.

‘’..maybe later.’’

He chuckled and began petting your hair, helping to brush some of it away from your face that stuck with sweat while you began feeling his lips gently caress your shoulder and neck. ‘’sated?”

You shivered and closed your eyes, nodding quickly before your hand searched for his face blindly before pressing against his mouth with a sheepish look of ‘I need a break.’

‘’sated.’’

‘’well then,’’ he chuckled and moved his face away before gathering you up in his arms and lifting you off the bed.

‘’I propose a relaxing bath will be in order.’’

‘’you could-‘’

‘’join you?” he smirked and you nodded.

‘’darling, it will be my absolute pleasure.’’

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[ruby-red-inky-blue]

I've been thinking about that again lately - especially the point about Cassian being an unconventional male lead in the movie - and I think what annoys me so much about the Andor characterisation (besides how little there is of it sometimes) is that it reads like a character who was reconfigured for the male gaze in many ways.

Rogue One Cassian:

a guy who committed fully to a cause at a very young age, and was clearly destroying himself in the attempt to hang on to that idealism. Yes, that man killed people without flinching, and was clearly prepared to do it all over again, but he was also wracked with guilt over it

implied to be a good manipulator (Tivik, who is clearly very afraid, still agreed to meet him and give him a huge secret; he convinced Bodhi they'll make it off Scarif; holds good speeches; described as a great recruiter by his superiors in the additional publications)

but clearly winging it most of the time, and not often suave

no hint of being great with women (calling Jyn's commitment to the cause inadequate and privileged, trying to tell her what she is feeling, then returning and offering her an army of people willing to die for her is... inelegant as far as flirting goes tbh)

kept being one-upped by the female lead in physical fights

took orders readily, deferentially and silently, both from his CO and (gasp!) the female lead

there was no specific personal loss that had pushed him into caring, although he did tell Jyn she was "not the only one who lost everything", it was never specified if that made him pick up the fight or not

he was the organised stickler to Jyn's rebellious chaotic approach

he was largely a reactive character, shifted around by the plot and, most importantly, by following Jyn

failed his main assignment, not because anything out of his control went wrong, but because he couldn't bring himself to shoot Galen

his arc was relearning (or, possibly, learning for the first time) to assert his own judgement over his superiors, which is a storyline usually given to female characters

meanwhile, here is what Tony Gilroy saw in Cassian:

source: Vanity Fair

Couple things here.

"A perfect kind of spy" - yeah! But in a real-world sense, not a James Bond sense. Because James Bond is actually a really bad spy. Cool, but terrible. He leaves a trail of women he fucked whom he told secrets to and who can be used to manipulate or trace him, he tells everyone his government name for no reason, he is drunk, keeps killing people who could tell him stuff, and cannot stop drawing attention to himself. An actual good spy is unassuming and nonthreatening, and sure, charming and attractive doesn't hurt but not in a way that people will remember. A spy who is the hottest thing since sliced bread? Way too conspicuous. The Cassian we see in the movie defaults to make himself nonthreatening at every opportunity - making himself look goofy and clumsy ("oh no, my gloves!"), smiling, making himself smaller, letting himself get kidnapped with no earnest attempt to resist or retaliate.

He is not the perfect warrior. He is a good shot and appears to have an ungodly pain tolerance, but we never see him engage in violence in the way that "warrior" stereotypically implies. It is never implied he is adept at any strength-based combat and he will not get up close and personal. This man never beats up anyone, he is not reckless when outnumbered, and his main contribution to the final fight is drawing fire and covering the protagonist, and almost immediately getting hit.

"The perfect killer" who, again, had the perfect chance to execute a vital enemy target and didn't, simply because he emotionally could not do it. Great analysis, man, no notes!

I think the interpretation of "seductive" isn't wrong in regards to R1!Cassian, looking especially at his speeches in the latter half - except, of course, on Andor we end up with that being reflected both by Cassian being suddenly incredible at massive feats of manipulation (while being unable to lie to his mother or convince people to get off his back about the money he owes them, somehow), AND literally by Cassian being a flirt and womaniser. Which, again, really works against him being a good spy, and also goes against the characterisation of the movie. Sure, you could say he was weird around Jyn because he had a crush, or because he wasn't into her, but Cassian seemed so burned out most of the movie that I just can't picture him mustering the energy for any kind of hedonism.

The last bit of that quote is such an upsetting mischaracterisation of Cassian's final acts, and I really hope that's just because it was phrased weirdly. Because "How do you get to that place and then sacrifice yourself" implies that Cassian felt he was top of his game, and proud of it, and sacrifice was an active step he took in spite of that. Cassian visibly resented himself for his actions. He repeatedly put himself in harm's way with no hesitation and very little care for his life before the finale. Giving his life was not sacrificing something good for a win. Scarif was his redemption. This is very clearly stated in dialogue. Cassian viewed this victory as making things right with the world, and seemed mostly relieved to die on the beach. I don't understand how a writer could not get that.

But yeah, overall Cassian, while still a very tragic character (and still played by the man with the saddest eyes in the biz), has become way more of a male action hero type in Andor. The initial Han-Solo-esque blasé attitude and reluctance to fight, the mercenary mentality, the petty criminal background are all things typically associated with the Cool Tough Guy, traits which he emphatically did not have before. Also, I get that Cassian and his skillset would be a great asset to Luthen, but I feel like Cassian from Rogue One was emphatically not a guy who any recruiter ever treated like God's gift to the cause, and Luthen repeatedly makes the point that his own life and the invaluable imperial tech Cassian stole are worth the risk of recruiting... some thief who can lie okay? Luthen's early treatment of Cassian is oddly chosen-one coded, and I never felt like that was earned. But it makes Cassian look badass! Which was probably the main intention behind all that. And then the constant bitchiness about submitting to authority. I'm obviously not talking about the prison arc, I mean when he was receiving very necessary training on Aldhani or even when he has a go at Kleya for giving him bad intel before stealing the TIE in season 2. That is simply wildly out of character for the man we saw in Rogue One - but it is more palatable for the kind of male viewers who think masculinity is always asserting dominance. If your pov character can't be in command just yet, he can at least be bitching about the ones who are. And making him so slow to care for the broader cause makes it look like he's not ever really acting out of conviction so much as he seems to be avenging personal losses and harm to himself and people he personally knows. Which is also a much more traditional motivation for a male character.

We do still see Cassian flounder a lot, but in a way that makes him look much better than in Rogue One, because it's always established that he's a) new at this and b) even if he comes in prepped for a situation, it was always on a notably short deadline or with extra hurdles. He was brought into Aldhani three days before go time; they have to orchestrate the prison break with very limited amount of communication; he was ill-prepared for the theft of the TIE (and also apparently only there for a few hours? why not send him in for a few days, to watch other people fly the thing?); he had virtually no time to make any kind of plan before trying to extract his friends from the farm planet. R1!Cassian was much more reliant on prep and planning (the whole operation up until Jedha had clearly been planned for a long time), and was skilled at improvising when that plan - his plan - inevitably went sideways. In Andor, every fuck-up appears to be outside of his control, and he was mostly winging it anyway! Any success is therefore impressive and cool, and a dunk on all the other idiots who spent so long planning it.

The only truly dumb choice he makes is executing Skeen before he can prove to anyone that Skeen was going to betray them - and here we do see him be the cold killer that Gilroy seems to think he is! Because that was not ordered, did not further any cause but to satisfy his anger at being successfully lied to, and there was no shadow of self-defense in it. It's not necessarily a thing I can't see R1!Cassian doing, especially a younger version - but it does run counter to the portrayal we got, of a man who "did everything I did [...] for the Rebellion", who hated killing so much he eventually couldn't even do it when it did further the cause. And, crucially, Andor!Cassian never once seems to feel the slightest bit of guilt over the people he's killed so far - only people who got killed because of him or beside him, like Nemik or Kino, and even there guilt didn't seem to be the thing that lingers, he's mostly angry. Which is fair, both for the themes they're exploring and as a possible backstory for the character, but again, much more palatable to that certain male audience.

Lastly, this is even in the clothing! It pains me to do anything but rave about Andor's costuming because it is divine, but... they even dressed him kind of like a cowboy in his intro (see this post). R1!Cassian spent a large part of the movie in a floofy parka that his frame completely disappeared in, face haloed by soft fur, and was otherwise dressed pretty much in army fatigues (except for the Imperial uniform and the sexy black leather jacket in the intro, which might be where Gilroy pulled the inexplicable Bond vibes from??). Also, we get a shot of his ass but not of Jyn's, which is very funny but I don't know if I want to pretend this is a serious argument or not. Andor sees him in much more leather and suede in more muted colours, coarser materials, long, swooping open coats with a more classically adventure-hero type silhouette (when he gets to pick his own wardrobe, of course). And, of course, there's a shirtless scene, too.

so yeah, I know a lot of people will not vibe with this assessment because Cassian in Andor is still, unlike a lot of action leads written by men, not a creep or a misogynist. But they still retconned or reshaped a lot of the traits that made him so inadequate to a lot of male Star Wars fans in the movie, and as someone who thought that was very sexy of Cassian that's just such a bummer.

Nah I gotta say something.

After watching Rogue One all of the characters are amazing. I literally love them all. Some people saying Cassian was their favorite. I love him, he’s my blorbo.

And then Andor completely retconning his entire character, personality and background and everything we knew at all whatsoever, some people still say that this was why the SAME GUY was always the fave ???

I loved him because he was a refreshingly different male lead. Because he wasn’t some brooding loser but was intentional in being a leader within the rebellion no matter the costs. And then they made him out to be a reluctant cowboy?

I get liking both canons. I get still loving this new character and the old. I get trying to bridge the differences. But completely ignoring the fact that they changed his everything and acting like it was the same guy, it’s so sad seeing so many people never gave a shit at all in the first place when they claimed to. Maybe it’s just me being naive but that’s actually wild to me male characters can be completely contradicted and still be valued over their female counterparts. I actually hate y’all.

[sliceofdyke]

given the recent us gov plans to create an "autism registry" and the resulting sentiment on this site that autism diagnoses are more risky than helpful & should be avoided from now on, i wanted to share my thoughts as an autistic person diagnosed at a young age who heavily relies on my diagnosis for support.

i'd like to preface this by acknowledging that i am low support needs and do not mean to speak over autistic people who require higher support. if you are higher support needs and would like to add on to this post, please do.

first off, it is true that this initiative may cause professionally diagnosed autistic people to be federally targeted in some way or another; the unauthorized use and release of private medical info comes to mind. but contrary to many tumblr users' reactions, this does not mean that our immediate physical safety will be compromised and that autistics will be subjected to genocide. i get that this kind of thing can be scary, but turning to doomerist attitudes and drawing inappropriate comparisons to nazism is not the way to deal with this. i promise the cdc will not be knocking at our doors to take away all autistic people and lock them away in an experimental lab.

onto my main point: i see a lot of people saying things along the lines of "this is why i'm glad that i'm not diagnosed" and "every self-diagnosed autistic person needs to stop all plans to get diagnosed now". i find these statements to be extremely generalizing and unproductive, as they are only applicable to a certain subset of low support needs individuals.

not all autistic people on this website lack a professional diagnosis. many of us, especially those who require higher support, were diagnosed very early on and did not have a say in the matter. in the same vein, not all autistic people are able to mask or pass as neurotypical to the point where it'll go unnoticed by parents, teachers, etc. i was diagnosed at age 7, despite diagnosis rates being lower in poc and women, because i was so visibly neurodivergent that my parents knew something was up lol. i'm very glad i was diagnosed, but i also acknowledge that i – like many others –didn't have a choice.

additionally, it's unfair to assume that every single undiagnosed autistic who is seeking a diagnosis will be better off without one. my autism diagnosis has made it so much easier to access medication, accommodations, and therapy. even as a person with low support needs, without those supports, i would be severely depressed and unable to function academically or socially. this is often even more true for autistics with higher support needs.

even though autistic people in the us who are diagnosed or seeking a diagnosis may be at risk due to this registry initiative, i implore low support needs autistics to please think twice before you say or share things that denounce diagnosis as a whole. remember that it is a privilege to 1) choose to remain undiagnosed and 2) have that not majorly affect your quality of life.

tysm for reading, reblogs are appreciated!!

[wordsfrombudha]

The Sociability of Moon Nakshatra Natives (Pt. 1)

The Moon is the Graha of social exchange and emotional absorption. It governs the instincts that draw a person into family, community, or even romance. In Jyotiṣa, it represents the emotional mind or manas, which seeks comfort, security, and resonance with its surroundings. The Moon does not process through logic but through response, forming itself around its environment like water into the shape of its container. It reflects how a person bonds with others, adapts to the emotional tone of a space, and maintains internal stability through external connection. Its expression appears less in spoken decisions and more so in intuitive adjustments. The Moon shows how a person regulates themselves through others, tapping in to how they feel their way through life going off of their subjective experiences.

Moon nakshatras approach community through the lens of emotional contrast. There is usually a sense of isolation, melancholy, or being an outcast/outsider. The feeling of not fitting in or being at odds with their emotional environment becomes the reason they seek refuge by connecting with others who carry a similar sense of being (very often Jupiter or Sun natives). These nakshatras form bonds between people who might not belong anywhere else, but who, together, create a space of shared understanding. It is a kind of loyalty formed by mutual recognition arising from emotional anomaly. It is something about their emotional response pattern that is askew from the dominant tone of the environment that acts like a signal. It selects for resonance, drawing in others whose experiences carry the same tonal dissonance. Connection is found in shared divergence, and the bond becomes specific, exclusive, and sometimes obsessive.

The way moon nakshatra natives form bonds is telling. Most of the time, they are not actively seeking to join some type of tribe. Rather, it is just something they encounter as a result of unavoidable proximity or situational obligation, things that forcefully challenge their isolationist tendencies. They find themselves in situations where they cannot keep their emotional distance, and their necessity for connection to feel secure forces vulnerability and loyalty where they would otherwise resist it. Many stories involving moon natives romanticize being an outsider or “different" because it is precisely through feeling like a wallflower that people on the same wavelength are drawn to one another. The group becomes a reflection of their own experience, resulting in a strange feeling of home they didn’t expect.

The individuals that adopted into these groups are usually what I like to refer to as the "unclaimed one." They are defined by potential without direction, sensitivity without expression, and power without context. Their identities are dormant, not completely hidden but still not yet fully activated. These character are poised, standing at the threshold of transformation, almost as if they are waiting to be called into something greater they do not yet know. They have no fixed identity, socially, emotionally, or functionally. They exist in a state of ambiguity. They exist in a state of aloof pause, and this gives them an air of mystique. They have not yet fulfilled a role as part of the group, yet they carry something special or “weird” that everyone around them can sense. They are usually desiring something that gives them new hope or zest for life, but they are not doing anything about it. This makes them seem passive or lost at first. It is almost like they are waiting for something or someone to come along and anchor them. The key here is that moon natives start out as being apart from others, but not yet against them. They are not antagonistic or antisocial as a default. They want to belong, even if they do not fully admit it. They yearn for a sense of home and emotional contentment, but it comes from a place of past insecurity, so they are initially resistant, owing to their fear of being hurt, hurting others, being judged, or being abandoned again. There is something tender in this distance, however. They have not closed the door to connection; they simply have not found the right one to walk through yet and fear choosing the wrong one. Deep down, all they want is to feel loved and praised, but by opening themselves up, they become vulnerable to where others can sense and potentially exploit that vulnerability. It is what makes them compelling to both allies and antagonists, drawing in allies and enemies without them actively seeking any out.

They usually possess a skill, instinct, or intelligence that has not yet found its context. The rookie in the boy band has the voice or charisma but has not yet been given the spotlight. The transfer student has raw talent but has not yet been trusted with the game. What makes this power compelling is its subtlety because it tries to stay hidden, emerging only under pressure or through a slow process of revelation. But once revealed, this capacity shifts the entire dynamic around them. Their presence in a group alters its dynamics. At first, they bring imbalance or confusion, but after a while when they start to open up again, their new group celebrates them. Moon natives are catalysts, individuals who compel others to adapt, expose hidden dynamics, or create a shift from the norm, challenging internal stability. They destabilize the group (or the person, if it is just one individual they are connecting with) simply by being part of it.

I came up with a way to differentiate the stage of evolution or emotional progression these natives go through, so here is a guide on what to look for and what these things are that I am noticing.

The first stage of psychological development can be called the stage of perceptual isolation. In this stage, a person feels different from others and misunderstood by those in their immediate circle. Moon natives are highly sensitive, emotionally open, and expressive from birth, but this sensitivity is rarely protected or encouraged. It’s actually very weird the way I see it manifesting. The world almost always punishes them for their strong emotionality or difference in perception. Often, it is dismissed, criticized, or targeted. When this happens through bullying, abuse, neglect, or repeated rejection, the person begins to shut down and close themselves off emotionally. To protect themselves, they detach from the world. Their new inner world feels safer and more manageable than the reality outside. It becomes a space where they can express feelings freely and imagine relationships that offer the understanding they lack in real life. Over time, this retreat increases their sense of isolation. They begin to feel fundamentally separate from others, as if no one truly sees them or understands them. This is also one reason as to why they love magic, fantasy, illusion, hobbies, etc.

(The writer of Perks of Being a Wallflower is a moon nakshatra native) https://youtu.be/n5rh7O4IDc0?si=Srq2jA83aihYN9Uj

The second stage of evolution is what I like to refer to as the initial baptism by brotherhood. This is the most volatile stage. Eventually there will be someone who breaks through their initial stupor of sorrow or solemnity, usually through intensive assertion or pursuit. At this point, the moon native discovers or realizes they are being absorbed into a new group, and this causes a reaction of confusion followed by intense euphoria from feeling accepted, which leads to an extremely strong bond being formed—brotherhood. Identity is shaped through shared emotional experiences, such as suffering, feeling at odds with others, obsession, play, love, war, or what have you. This phase is defined by emotional entanglement and the dormant potential for mutual recognition. It is the moment of impact, when someone enters a new world of physical closeness, emotional chaos, connection, purpose, mission, or shared goal/passion that binds them together. It is not something they sought out, but something that sort of just happened to them by trial or by fate.

The third stage is decision. This is where the bond solidifies but individual reservations start to surface. Roles within the group begin to take shape. Everyone gets summed up as being something to the group, such the protector, the wild card, the heart, the strategist, etc. Their identities are no longer just their own. The dynamic becomes ritualized and self-reinforcing. If a new member finds accepting and adapting to the new social hierarchy challenging, then they may start to question or undermine the group's authority and cohesion. In certain scenarios, these people are excommunicated from the group. In others, they are sort of put in their place and made to follow their assigned role. In most cases, however, they assimilate and start to instinctively open back up emotionally.

The third stage is immersion. This phase can last for a time and will sometime feel like a golden era. At this stage, they start to trust their group more than anyone else in the world and will do anything for them. They’ve gotten past their need to feel isolated, and the group becomes an emotional home, a moral compass, and sometimes the only reason for existing. There is little individuality here. Everything becomes relational, based on one’s loyalty, dedication, and love to the group. If everyone is fine with this, then it could in theory last forever, but that is not realistic. Even if no external force threatens to disrupt the group's harmony, moon men are changeable by nature and so will eventually invite their own issues sooner or later.

The third stage is ensuing fracture. Eventually, something breaks. A loss, a crisis, a fight, a betrayal, a natural drifting apart, or an external event that forces a separation will cause the group to lose its stability. This is a psychic rupture, not just a logistical one. It sets the point for the end of emotional fusion and the beginning of existential disorientation. The pain it brings is the disintegration of identity because their sense of self was strongly entangled with the group. It gives the moon native an intense feeling of abandonment. This phase can be explosive or eerily quiet. Sometimes a group member walks away. Sometimes the group dissolves. Sometimes they are torn apart by external violence even. But it always leaves the protagonist unmoored. In better circumstances, people grow apart with less violence or conflict, and there remains a lingering attachment that is not entirely erased, similar to how you might view a distant family member or an old friend you no longer keep in touch with. The more common function of this stage is usually trauma though. Something traumatic happens that burns bridges and creates a divide in the structuring of the group.

The fourth stage is isolation, haunted by the self. This is where we meet the classic lone wolf archetype. The feeling of otherness returns, and even if they are part of other groups going forward, they never quite “fit.” This is very common to sun men as well, but sun men just like to be alone because they feel they do not need attachments. For moon men, this lone wolf mentality is different. They need people and may even try to connect, but they are not able to in the same way others are. Their solitude is understood to be caused by the fracture with their older group or connection(s). They are not alone by choice, but it starts to become a coping mechanism that they push people away. The man walking alone through the desert, the one trying to find something lost to them, the one who avoids emotional attachment to what is new was once someone else. They were once part of a group or relationship bound to each other through intense love and brotherhood. This following phase of isolation is defined by control. Emotional restraint becomes their armor, but something remains beneath the surface. A flicker of memory. A quiet regret. An unconscious longing to feel again. A hope that they might return to what was lost and find out if the pieces can still be held together.

The fifth stage is reconnection or a new spark. The lone wolf devoid of connection encounters a meaningful bond once more. A new group, a protégé, a familial or romantic figure, or a familiar mission/goal/desire that demands trust binding people together despite initial resistance. They do not want to be part of a new group, and they are still trying to push people away, but it is like they are forced to anyway. There is growing tenderness in this renewed attempt as they learn to let go of their previous engagements from long ago to embrace new ones. It is like reincarnating into a new family. It is new vulnerability that has been earned. They still may resist at first, but something deeply human comes to the surface, flickering with new promise. This phase is not always redemptive. It can end in relapse, deeper isolation, or even death, but it reveals that even in their silence, they are still shaped by the memory of their past connections and future hopes. Beneath the frozen exterior, they are still just that same kid who wants to express themselves and please those they love.

https://youtu.be/Ide2cn8Wruk?si=YtPh35uDZCYlQOoJ

[malenjoyer]

tim used to be my fav robin a long time ago but I've started to understand why so many ppl don't like him

he was an okay character in the 90s/2000s but now with all of the other characters that have been added to the batfam he just brings so little to the table. he pales in comparison and has just become white guy with blue eyes number 738393. everything that stood out about him can be found in other characters, in the other robins, but better (big brother-little brother with dick&damian, solo robin adventures with damian, detective robin with maps, timsteph with daminika, family outside of the bats with damian or maps, etc).

it's so bad that in adaptations he's the most likely to be omitted (and can we blame dc?). steph is omitted as a robin more than him but in her case it's misogyny; what's tim's excuse?

he contributed to some important aspects of modern robin but those aspects are far better utilized by other robins. and I think steph is better off as a cass cain cast character bc, although dc is misogynistic and racist, cass has far better longevity than tim as a character and I think she has so many great things to achieve. so steph becoming part of her cast is a far better option for her popularity + perhaps steph could have her own solo stuff in the future bc she also is more interesting than tim. steph even has her own hero alias as spoiler which is already far more than tim has done post-robin. I frankly can't blame dc for not knowing what to do with him bc there's not much to work with and he doesn't stand on his own as a character

I actually had a lot of difficulty liking Tim or getting started on Tim at first because of this but the Old Media Lover brain took over. I think, yeah, it’s super doomy to think about the future of Tim drake and I have pondered what could be done about him and whether they’ll let him move on.

I really do think the power of being a fan is being able to take the character you loved before and simply create a universe for them where they have that future that you want for them. My friend and I have discussed a potential future for Tim that we really like and it honestly involves an aspect that other people probably won’t like- leaving gotham and leaving the “batfamily”. It’s one of my secret projects.

I guess once you realize that you don’t have to wait for DC to give your favorite character a better ending, you can just write it or draw it, it’s easy to stay a lot more optimistic.

Because when you say this for Tim drake, it’s hard to not say the same thing for Batman- the incapability to move on. For Batman, it’s part of the charm, but you realize gotham will never heal, Batman will never heal, or else the story will change. That’s the consequences of being a story that must go on. Once you think about that, it all gets very depressing because you realize eventually characters have to regress or stagnate because they are a product.

My point is, as a fan even though these are valid criticisms, I don’t believe you have to lose interest in characters if you truly don’t want to. A company doesn’t have control over your imagination. You can fix him. You can give him what he needs. It’s easy to get swept up by the negativity of being a comic fan especially with other people saying the same points and agreeing with you but you are put on this earth to be happy and enjoy life. So you can give him a new path if you want

[sillygoofyqueer]

"You could have written this at any time during the day actually, what have you been doing?-" You know what why don't you mind your own business. Let me go through my many stages of Doing Things Is A Big Commitment in peace!!! MAD SCIENTIST AU. Why anyone would let either of the two psychopaths out of their sight is beyond Lan Wangji, but he's meditating and doesn't want to break his concentration as Wei Wuxian goes to check on the monster - better a Wen than anyone else, he supposes. He comes back all excited like "okay so the Wen cut the ropes BUT there is another way out through the lake I think. The monster is sleeping, and we just need someone to check it out." There's a lot of silence before Jiang Cheng (one day I'll fit him into the AU) is like "how certain are you?" Wei Wuxian mentions leaves in the pond and he sighs and goes "I can do it."

They all sneak back into the chamber to find the monster unmoving as promised, and Jiang Cheng just dives into the lake (fully clothed, there are ladies present) without so much as a ripple in the water. Everyone's holding their breaths, Lan Wangji keeps looking back at the beast and expecting it to wake up out of the blue, but then Jiang Cheng pops up and clambers back to shore with information of a hole out big enough for a few people to slip through at a time. Wei Wuxian, once again, takes almost natural control of the situation and starts organising everyone into groups based on how well they can swim.

Xue Yang seems far too excited as he stands and says "I finally have a reason to piss off a huge flesh eating monster," because he isn't going to let Wei Wuxian do it! He's injured!! Plus this is literally his dream and he barely lets anyone say anything before he's throwing up fire talismans left, right, and centre to piss off this beast and draw its attention away from the groups quickly beginning to make so much noise diving into the water. Lan Wangji himself is reluctant to go ahead because he doesn't know what these two have planned by staying behind - especially Wei Wuxian, who has organised all of this for apparently 'no reason' when he could leave all of them to die.

Eventually, the rest of the groups are gone and Wei Wuxian practically pushes Xue Yang into the water before they can argue about who has to go first, and then this monster is lunging forwards for the bright red flash across its vision, mistaking him for bright, warm fire. It's a split second decision, an instinctive reaction to seeing someone in danger, but Lan Wangji is moving before he can process what's happening and then his leg is trapped in the maw of the beast. The pain is indescribable. This is it. He's going to die, his life thrown away to save a Wen, the ones who burned his home and killed his father and probably his brother and now him, trapped in a dingy cave with not even a glimpse of sunlight-

Lan Wangji looks up, ready to make eye contact with the monster responsible for his untimely death, only to find that he is looking at Wei Wuxian. Prying the jaws of the beast open. With nothing but his bare hands and feet. Yelling for him to move. He can't breathe as he immediately retreats from the jaw of the monster, watching his saviour barely escape being crushed as he was about to be. He feels dizzy as he is scooped onto Wei Wuxian's back, mouth too dry to even consider arguing against such treatment. The other man feels so warm against his chest.

It must be the blood loss.

[shadowofthesun123]

Wednesday Season 2 Тeaser analysis and theories

So, I watched the teaser twice at 0.25 speed, about five more times at regular speed, and read every theory I could find.

Here are some theories that seem interesting to me (spoiler allert):

1. As many people have already mentioned, Wednesday visits Tyler twice. Once, likely to strike a deal, and the second time to free him.

Or maybe the first time she finds out she's his master, and the second time she sets him free.

These shots seem to be from the same scene at the hospital:

In the last frame with Thing, you can see the same red alarm light in the background as in the shots with Hyde in the hallway.

And the Tyler's smirk shot is likely the moment when the collar's power shuts off.

Since they probably wouldn’t show anything from post-hiatus episodes in the teaser, this will likely happen within the first four episodes. After that, Tyler and Wednesday probably will be forced to work together, with lots of sexual tension, I hope.

Possibly, Wednesday will hide Tyler in “their” place, and he’ll either help her in the second half of the season or start playing his own game.

2. It seems like Wednesday’s visions will spiral out of control and start harming her physically.

This frame in particular is really unsettling:

I don’t think it’s Wednesday in the drawing. It looks like an Addams ancestor who was also a raven and started crying black blood. I think the scene where Wednesday has black tears is when she sees a vision about this person.

I’m guessing Lady Gaga will play this ancestor. And I think the broken gravestone we saw belongs to her.

The second theory (less likely) is that in the drawing is Francoise, and her story is somehow connected to the Addams family.

3. The doll scene seems like a side plot since it happens before Nevermore.

Later, Wednesday probably takes one of those dolls and gives it to Enid.

Share what do you think about it and what else you found interesting in the teaser!

[illustrate-her]

I’m so enjoying getting back into fanfic writing, and the BBC Musketeers fandom. I know it’s been - god, over ten years now - and it is largely a ghost town in that particular community, but I know there are a few of you out there. I’m determined to post more here, even if I’m only talking to myself, but if you want to chat Musketeers please say hi because I am ready and willing to fangirl with someone.

Anyway, I have a number of fics that have been stuck in the WIP folder for ages - as I said: over ten years now - that I’m picking up and dusting off and trying to familiarise myself enough with to actually finish. In many ways I think the last decade has given me a bit more to draw from when writing them, so maybe it was always meant to be this way? Like, I can do them the justice they need now?

Anyway anyway. I’m currently working on what looks like it will be the penultimate, or one-before-penultimate chapter of Chanson d’Automne, my WW2 French Resistance Musketeers AU. And I am LOVING being back in this world, let me tell you.

Here’s a little snippet of something from the latest chapter posted, which comes just a bit before things start going boom and people start getting whumped:

‘Aramis looks at the armband, smoothing his fingertips over the fabric. It’s been painted roughly in the tricolour stripes of blue white and red, with a black Cross of Lorraine drawn in the middle.

“Also…” Athos says carefully, and then sighs, “There is…some thinking, that if we are caught wearing the armband we will be treated gentler than if we are caught carrying out action behind enemy lines whilst not in uniform. But,” he brings up a hand to rub at the back of his neck, “We all know that the Geneva Convention will likely not save us if we are caught.”

Athos looks at them all now, his eyes dark and very serious. “So don’t get caught.”

His voice breaks, just slightly. “For God’s sake - please - don’t get caught.”

“Ninon gave me these,” D’Artagnan says, drawing a small packet out of his breast pocket. “They’re…the British give them to their SOE agents, to take if they’re captured.”

They hold out their hands, solemn, and d’Artagnan puts one in each of their palms. They don’t speak. Aramis contemplates the little white pill. It seems so small and innocent, and he wonders that something that small could be so effective.

“Suicide is a sin,” he says, though he feels curiously blank at the thought.

“Not in these circumstances,” Athos says immediately, and there’s something fierce and hard, worn smooth like a stone under water in his voice.

Aramis just nods, and puts the little pill in his breast pocket. He tries not to look but can’t help himself, shooting a glance under his eyelashes as Porthos puts the pill into the folded cuff of his boilersuit and rolls it upwards, tucked right against the crook of his elbow.

It’s an oddly private moment, intimate, as they consider the way this might go. But all Aramis can think as he watches Porthos is a fierce and defiant no.’

[ludolka]

Do u think that Joel sometimes leaves Grians feather on his pillow and pretends there's still warmth there? That nothing's changed? That it isn't eeriely quiet and that his bed isnt empty of a bird that clings to him like he's the only touch that understands? Do u think he still wakes up, reaching for wings that he won't feel again? Maybe he missed being kicked or woken up to a soft voice asking for help with his wings. Maybe he craves the destructiveness, the chaos, the obsession. (Sorry for being insane you made me think heavily about the feather thing) ((I really *really* hope this ain't too dark or sad my writer brain was buzzing all day))

Nonny, I literally just woke up from a nap and this is the first thing I read and now I have feels and thoughts-

Oh how I love your brain. This is amazing, I love this so much. I’ll draw a comic based on this probably later today or maybe write a fic, I’ll decide which fits with my vision better. Also, I’m surprised how many people got feels because of that comic, both on here and TT, I didn’t even intend for it to be angsty :’)

I can totally see him being like this !! During the day, whether he’s alone or has company, he can be a tough guy who acts like he doesn’t care. He can create his own chaos or new alliances (relationships cough cough). Grian’s off doing whatever, maybe he’s with others, or working on a new building project, or in a different plane of existence with the watchers. Joel isn’t the type to go crawling back to anyone, let alone to someone like Grian. He’s fine by himself, he doesn’t need that clingy bird

But at night, when he’s truly alone, he lets his mask slip. There are no distractions, he can’t busy his mind or hands with anything while laying in bed trying to sleep. And he’s more desperate than he’d be willing to admit. He curses himself for throwing away so much of Grian’s fallen feathers and only keeping a handful. He shapes his blanket like a body next to his, but it’s not good enough, a blanket can’t hug him, so he opts to hug the blanket himself, being the big spoon for once. He places the few feathers he has on the second pillow next to his and hates how they are the color they are because he can’t see them in the dark. He wonders, again more times than he’d be willing to admit, whether Grian is sleeping alone or with someone else. If Grian is clinging to pillows and blankets in place of a body or if he’s clinging to someone else, maybe pretending it’s Joel again

He sometimes talks to the feathers once he’s tired enough that his brain doesn’t fight with him on it, about how absurd it is or how pathetic he is for doing so. He talks about his day, his upcoming plans, whatever rambling or ranting his tired brain can think of. He never tells the feathers he misses him though, that’d feel too vulnerable and speaking the words would make it feel more real to him

He falls asleep pretending like he isn’t alone and wakes up either still during the night or in the morning, thinking he isn’t for a few blissful moments before reality sets in and leaves him disappointed and yearning. He often finds himself thinking back to all the times they teamed up and somehow always ended up in the same bed at night, how he used to find it annoying at first, but how good he had it then and how little he used to really appreciate it

Truth is, he does miss their joint chaos and destruction, how easy it is to understand each other, how well they bounce off of each other, the banter and the arguing and the making up. He misses sleeping together, the sound of the other’s breathing, the warmth. He misses Grian

And to kinda circle back to a sentence you wrote, “Maybe he craves the destructiveness, the chaos, the obsession”, the obsession never left, he just no longer has an outlet for it

And he knows they’ll find each other again eventually, they always do. No force is strong enough to keep them separated for long. It’s just always unpredictable when, sometimes it’s weeks, sometimes it’s months. Maybe if they weren’t so stubborn and prideful they’d stop waiting for the other to make the first move and just seek each other out and have a proper vulnerable conversation. But they wouldn’t be themselves if they did that, they’d need to be different people to be able to do that. They can be open and vulnerable with each other at times, but never about their feelings for each other

In a different base, in a different place Grian waits each night to hear Joel. They can’t have an actual conversation like this, but the other doesn’t seem to mind that he’s talking alone and not getting a response. The more time they spend apart, the more regular these nightly “talks” get. And whenever they happen and he falls asleep to Joel’s voice, he sleeps better and wakes up feeling emptier

[fox-guardian]

*standing with mic, cameras all around*

How do you feel after creating such a good design and personality for characters, that makes people almost torn their pants off with excitement? Especially when a character’s acting like a… HORSE? Oh my, I’m afraid to ask what kind of asks people send to you about this big fella, probably something about lower parts… Well, let’s not talk about such a thing, we talking about FEELINGS!! Probably amazing feeling, am I right, am I right?

*stuck the mic to your face*

*mic feedback noise before i lightly push it away* it is definitely very cool that so many people seem to like this au as much as they do. i'm not super familiar with other anti-aus, but i know mine's Different and i was anxious about that quite a bit, but <3 i'm really glad people like my designs and stuff <3 i wasn't expecting so many people to like. make fanart too?? hello?? i'm so honored?? you're just doing this of your own volition?? oh my god??

hoping to draw more to show everyone's personalities so you all have EVEN MORE TO LOVE <3 i have a good few asks wondering about swansea and daisuke especially, hopefully i can piece some stuff together for them lol (im sorry i neglect them, i am so disaster trio brained)

as for The Horse.... i did figure while designing him that he would Appeal to a Certain Demographic lol. especially since at some point i realized that he was sort of subconsciously inspired by Kevin from Desert Bluffs from Welcome To Night Vale. a lesser sexyman but he's There Alright. i figured i'd have some people with certain Tastes having certain Reactions, went "lol" and kept at what i was doing anyway. i don't really take issue with it generally, i just can't answer asks like that alksdhakldhlakhd

[seokminfilm]

This idea has been floating in my mind for these few days and who else to request to instead of the best (you)

SO

What if.. The oc broke her hand (Harsh ik 😔) How would svt help her with her daily tasks and WHAT exactly

Love ur work a lot!! <3

this is actually such a cute idea so strap in! i'm gonna put it in the ask for you 💗

seventeen and a s/o with a broken hand

(warnings: none! hint of angst in seokmin's but that's it)

seungcheol as the protective one

seungcheol would be the one to tell you (force you, in all honesty) not to move a muscle, so much so you'd have to remind him that your wrist was broken, not your whole body. of course, seungcheol feels like he has to take care of you in any and every situation, and it applies to breaking your hand, too. he's running any errands you're asking him to (or aren't even asking), and will not let you move an inch. i think seungcheol is a man of many talents and can do whatever you ask of him easily.

jeonghan as the lighthearted one

jeonghan will laugh at you if you stupidly broke your hand, without hesitation. he does it to lighten your mood, but if you get tired or annoyed by the jokes, he'll stop immediately. jeonghan's low energy himself, but he'll do anything for you while your hand is broken. he also kisses your broken hand and helps you slowly get back to moving it once you're fully healed. jeonghan likes to do the dishes and laundry for you as you sit on the couch.

joshua as the doctor-like one

joshua was the reason you found out you had a broken hand; at first, you thought it was just a bad ache, but joshua noticed your slight discomfort after a few days and told you to go get it checked out. now that he knows your hands are broken, he'll take care of you well, ensuring you have everything you need while telling you to focus on healing up. he sketches on your hand-cast, drawing flowers, stars, and rockets to help you cheer up. joshua helps you stay warm and full in bed, bringing you food and blankets when you ask.

jun as the worried one

jun is freaking out when you told him you think you broke your hand. when it was confirmed, jun actually breathed a sigh of relief before crying that evening. jun has always seen you care for him when he was hurt, but now that the roles are reversed, jun is scared he's not doing it right. jun stays by you at all times, helping you with simple tasks when you ask. he specializes in cooking your favorite dishes when you ask him.

hoshi as the soft one

hoshi is known to be a very excitable, jumpy person, but when your hand becomes broken, he's a whole different person. he's soft and slow-moving, careful around you as he helps you around the house. hoshi's never seen you in so much pain before, and even the jokes you crack don't help hoshi lighten up. he opens up to you later, telling you he just wants to do the best for you to heal. hoshi will spend his time cleaning your shared room or doing housework.

wonwoo as the attentive one

wonwoo is definitely paying attention to how you're feeling and what's going on with you when your hand's broken. he knows what to do and what not to do, and spends his time making sure you do those things needed to help you heal quicker. wonwoo is a very attentive person, watching how your face contorts at the touch of your broken hand or how you delicately try to watch how your hand is lying. he assists you in any way he can.

woozi as the serious one

when woozi finds out you broke your hand, he doesn't waste any time getting down to business. he hears the doctor's reports and asks all the questions he can before getting you home. woozi was never really one to bother you unless you asked, but you were awfully quiet, and it made him nervous, so he finds busy work to do to keep his mind off of how sad you've seemed to get. woozi goes and buys groceries, always bringing back your favorite snacks and drinks.

dokyeom as the soft one

god bless dokyeom's soul: he's so worried about you. he always knew something was off when you came home clenching your hand, but when he found out that you had broken it, his heart was shattered. how did it happen? more importantly, why wasn't he there to stop it? it makes dokyeom feel bad, knowing he couldn't be there to maybe prevent the situation, but he does his best to keep his smile for you. dokyeom gives your broken hand extra care, keeping it moisturized and massaged when it starts to ache in the cast.

mingyu as the caring one

mingyu is already whipped for you, but when you break your hand and become unable to do things for yourself, mingyu takes it upon himself to do everything for you. you find it very cute, how mingyu scrambles over himself to do simple things for you. you have to remind mingyu you can still do things yourself, and he begrudgingly allows you to, secretly watching you from afar to make sure you're okay. he likes to cook for you the most, always asking you what you want before cooking it quickly and bringing it to you.

minghao as the understanding one

minghao doesn't really know how you broke your hand, but it still hurts him to see you so reserved and stationery. minghao is a very calm person, so he helps you stay calm and relaxed during your healing period. he's doing all the errands for you, and staying close to you no matter where you are just in case you need him. he doesn't want to overwhelm you or rush you to get better, but wants to keep his eyes on you as often as possible. likes to make you tea and even reads books to you if you want him to.

seungkwan as the humble one

you love doing things for seungkwan: it's your love language. when you break your hand, though, seungkwan finally thinks it's time to repay you for all of your sweet acts. he's very soft with you the next few weeks, helping you do whatever you need him to do ALSO while encouraging you to aid yourself in getting healed faster. seungkwan is very considerate when it comes to what you want and need, and doesn't mind getting it or doing it for you. seungkwan usually helps you with dishes, also ordering food for you if you want it.

vernon as the nonchalant one

lowkey feel like vernon will take care of you as well as any other person just because he has experience breaking his own hand. he knows what's good and what makes the pain ease up, and helps you through everything you need. vernon finds it cute when you hold out your broken hand to him, asking him to kiss it (and he does, without hesitation). vernon will put on records while organizing things for you as you sit on the couch, watching him work as he keeps you in conversation.

dino as the overzealous one

dino is very dramatic when he hears that you've broken your hand; he's screaming and almost on the verge of tears, and he's not even the one with the broken hand. dino panics a lot because he's not sure if he can take care of you or watch you like you need to be watched, but tries his hardest anyway. dino is like your shadow over the next few weeks, watching you and what you do with concerned eyes. he's helping you with whatever task you need and will beg you for something to do if he feels like he's not helping.

[calolily]

Hey just wanted to say that post was the most insane thing I’ve ever heard and your art is beautiful. I know we have literally never talked before but as a fellow artist who also uses references I’ve never seen anything more wild in my life.

You shouldn’t have to defend yourself for using references especially because since technology exists we’ve figured out ways to make art easier on ourselves. Light boxes and projectors are used in actual traditional art just as much as digital artists use references.

It’s genuinely baffled me like it just reads pure internet obliviousness I have a folder of Pinterest references and sometimes I scroll down my dash and I’m like hey I know that one! Neat same hat. The amount of memes that get recreated too it’s like genuinely wild to me.

Honestly this just reads as someone who got told off for using AI because of theft and is trying to justify by saying well real artists cheat too. It’s absolutely crazy.

Your art is beautiful and it shows skill beyond just like line work. You render wonderfully and do actually make things your own and add in your own touches. Your style is clearly yours I look at art and will see it linked in Ao3 and I’m like oh I follow that person like it’s so obviously yours and that shows how talented you are.

Not to mention as many people have said you’re genuinely a nice person and it’s likely someone just got on a high horse because they got called out for actually stealing honesty.

Hope you have a better day and this doesn’t drive you from the fandom because your art always makes me smile.

Yeah, tracing is a legitimate technique. It takes skill to interpret the image correctly and get good lines from it. It is also not a morally wrong thing to do on reference and stock images. They are made to be used for photoshop/manipulation and art reference. Tracing other peoples art is a whole other can or worms.

That being said. This isn’t about any of that. It’s about “he who is without sin cast the first stone.”

I’ve seen plenty of artists trace their references on streams. One on a charity stream they did. The ones that do this and feel guilty are always the ones to disparage others for using the same technique. They tell on themselves.

I apologize to anyone that didn’t know artists use references and often trace them for ease to create the art pieces you like. If you like the end result and it’s is unique from the reference material. It’s transformative.

I can draw from life with great fidelity. I can also draw very quickly because I’ve been drilled to do so with working in traditional 2d animation.

I’m old as hell and this discourse comes around every 10 years like clock work.

[rockybloo]

i know it can come off as back handed to say so, but i really do admire your self-confidence. you've worked hard and you know you're the shit and you're right <3

THANK YOU!

I honestly don't know many things, I am just very enthusiastic about the bits I do happen to know or feel passionate about (ex. Fairy Tales)

I think a lot of my posts feel sorta confident just because I try to write and post stuff I don't mind looking back on later when I scroll down my blog bc I do that frequently since I like being able to look at art of my OCs whenever I don't have the drawing juice. So I typically make my own stuff fun to read for me if I happen to scroll across a post I made for a thing, even if it's me bitchin'.

[kotlcsummerexchange]

KotLC Recursive Exchange

Schedule (in CDT)

May 31: Discord server opens. Work nominations open.

June 14: Sign-ups open.

June 25: Work nominations close.

June 28: Sign-ups close.

July 1: Assignments are out.

July 31: Assignments are due.

August 7: Works are revealed, with all creators anonymous.

August 14: Creators are revealed.

August 17: Discord server closes.

What is this event?

This is an exchange where you make fanworks based off of fanworks! Like when someone draws fanart based on their favorite fanfiction. During work nominations, people will nominate the works they want involved in the exchange. You'll then be able to sign up to make fanfiction, fanart, poetry, and/or podfic based on these works.

This one will be a bit trickier to sign up for than our last exchange, but there will be tutorials and people happy to help! And please feel free to join the Discord even if you're not sure you want to participate. There are more resources, like a glossary of terms, there.

Gift Minimums:

Fic: 1000 words, with an ending

Art: A drawing completed to the standard you would normally post as "finished"

Poetry: 150 words OR a sonnet, villanelle, cascade, ghazal, pantoum, rondeau, or sestina

Podfic: Audio of either 1000 words or the complete work, whichever is shorter

Basic Rules for Participating:

You must be 13 or older.

You must join the Discord server and follow all the rules listed there.

You must have an AO3 account, sign up through AO3, and post your gift on AO3.

You must do your best to make a gift that meets the minimum requirements, and that you think your recipient will like, within the time of the event.

You must contact a moderator as soon as possible if you think you will not finish your gift in time.

You must keep your gift and recipient anonymous until creator reveals.

Links:

Discord server invite (accept the rules to see the full server!)

Request an AO3 account

FAQ

How will this event work?

You will sign up by offering and requesting gifts based on specific fanworks. These fanworks will be nominated during the work nominations period, and they will all have to have permission statements from their creators to be eligible.

For example, maybe I really want a story based on bookwyrminspiration's Shattered Upside Down, but about a specific side character. Quil has a permission statement on their AO3 profile saying fanworks are okay (with credit, and without AI). So I could nominate Shattered Upside Down and then request that story!

I can't find a permission statement from a creator. What do I do?

Ask nicely! You could try something like "Hi, I love your [stories/art/etc]! I'm going to be participating in an event where people make fic, art, and other fanworks inspired by KotLC fanworks. Would you be okay with people making fanworks based on your [stories/art/etc]?"

How many fanworks do I need to sign up?

You'll need to request at least three different works, and you'll need to offer at least four different works. At least two requests and three offers can't be based on works made by you.

What if I don't match with anyone?

If no one requests what you offer: We'll give you an opportunity to offer more things. If you do not want to, you will unfortunately not be able to participate in the exchange.

If no one offers what you request: You can still participate. We'll put you up as a pinch hit, meaning people can offer to make a gift for you without being assigned to.

What if no one knows about the work that I want to nominate?

There will be a channel to promote it in the Discord! Tell people all about why they should love it.

What if I don't get a gift?

We won't reveal the works until everyone has a gift. If no one picks up a pinch hit, the exchange will remain closed until someone does. Everyone who participates will receive a gift.

What isn't allowed in the exchange?

For the comfort of the most number of participants: noncon, incest, bestiality, romantic relationships between characters who are canonically adults (over 18) and characters who are canonically minors (under 18), and NSFW are not permitted. AI is also not allowed.

Considering the series, graphic violence and major character death are allowed, but only if the recipient says they're okay with receiving them.

My recipient requested ten things! How many do I have to make?

Only one! You can choose any of your recipient's requests to make, even ones you didn't originally offer.

Can I make more than one gift?

If you have more than one AO3 account, you may sign up multiple times. But please only do this if you're sure you can finish both gifts in time!

You can also be a pinch hitter, filling in for people who drop out, or make "treats"—extra gifts just for fun. But you won't receive extra gifts for either of these things.