#I need a whole new shelf now haha

[keithisbae1]

Finally posting this 😆 Thank you so much @sorceressmyr for the standee, prints and stickers. I love them all so much 😭 And thank you again for taking my commission

[katsa-the-graceling]

skulker wins

okay so i sent this to someone on anon but i had more feelings about it and needed to make a whole post

so im imagining skulker fighting danny and for whatever reason he just gets the upper hand and actually captures danny. idk if danny is just dirt tired or if skulker has a new weapon but skulker beats danny and takes him back to his lair in the zone, tied up or powerless or something

and danny is like scared shitless like oh fuck am i actually going to get skinned can i die in this form oh shit isn't clockwork gonna intervene??

and skulker just like, puts danny on a shelf over the fireplace or hangs him by his jumpsuit on a hook near the other mounts

and then skulker just sits and reads for a bit, or maybe polishes his weapons

after like 30 mins of danny wondering how skulker will torture him, skulker just gets up and says "that was fun!" and unties danny

"i won this round! that was a good new weapon, right? better be on your guard for next time haha :3"

danny, now free in skulker's lair is just so. confused?? like wait am i not dying?

and danny realizes that this is just skulker's version of "ghosts fight to bond" and he was never actually in real danger

[seaweedbraens]

okay question: I'm currently in the middle of designing a cover for my bookbind of WCWSTHWAS (bc it's a masterpiece that I need on my shelf) and I just need to know for the back cover:

What's your favorite quote from each chapter? Which ones are you most proud of?

AAAAAAAAAAH im sorry this took so long its just that every time i opened the fic i could NOT decide on a quote! ive shortlisted a bunch down here but feel free to choose whatever you like!! i mostly just skimmed since i know that i'll start wanting to go in and correct things if i do a deep dive haha (and that's a never-ending project)

ALSO HELP if anyone sees this and has a quote you like pls remind me of it!!! i have realized that i dont really write. like. memorable lines HAHAHHA or maybe this fic is just so big that they're all bleeding into each other. anyway. HELP

(also i'm so honored you're bookbinding my fic!!! i'd love to see pictures if you have em <333)

ch1:

To say that Percy’s doing water magic seems like a grave insult to his skill. He is not performing magic, he is magic, just as he is water, flowing and fluid and gorgeous. He does not have to speak incantations as children of Hecate do, and yet he pulls liquid from thin air in a never-ending stream, making the water in his hands appear alive.

ch2:

He’d been stupid to think he’d get what he wanted back when he was thirteen. Now, at nineteen…well, he’s still stupid.

ch3:

It’s hard to fight the urge to run and leave it all. He wants to grab the Fates, if they’re still around, and shake them by the shoulders. He wants to yell in their face, “Find me another destiny!”

ch4:

Bunker Nine. Warm forges and the sound of metal bashing metal as the children of Hephaestus worked on their weapons talking and laughing over each other, competing at who could be faster. Beckendorf winking at him as he passed by, Leo swooping in and out of the skylight atop Festus, Percy conjuring dolphins from the bathwater, Annabeth carefully pinning up sketches on the walls. Travis and Connor trying to trip him up at every opportunity, Silena passing him beauty products with a sly little smile, Harley and Gus latching onto his legs and pleading with him to teach them a new fighting move. Nyssa offering him the last of Leo’s tacos, Butch accompanying him silently on supply runs, Grover playing them all songs on his pipes on quiet night - Jason can hear the music now, slow and mournful, the sound of wind making its way through the leaves of a tree, the sound of water trickling over rocks.

Bunker Nine is family. Bunker Nine is all of these things, and more, but mostly it is Piper, holding out her hand in front of the Bunker Doors, kissing him lightly and welcoming him home.

ch5 (I CANT CHOOSE)

He’d…he’d just wanted to be loved so much, had assumed he would remain without having felt it for the rest of his days, and all along he hadn’t noticed he’d had it since forever. There’s love in the way Jason had clapped his back, so hard that he nearly went flying every time. There’s love in how Annabeth rolls her eyes at his jokes, in how she nags him to stop stealing all the spare paper. There’s love in how Beckendorf forces him to take breaks in between projects, and love in the way each of his siblings come sit next to him silently when he’s working. There’s love in how Hazel and Frank hug him, so hard that they nearly crack his ribs. There’s love in how Festus creaks happily at the sight of him, wires in his head sparking with joy. There’s love in how each and every one of them have each other’s back, and how they’d do anything to keep each other safe. And Leo – he loves them, too. Like, so fucking much, man.

His mother. His father. The cabin. The sea. The screeing of seagulls, the heaviness in the air, the way seafoam would gather on his little feet as though trying to keep him there. “I’m going to Bunker Three,” he says. “I’m going home.”

“I know we lost last time, but this War…this feels different.” She steps forward, her whole body tingling at the rush of energy that’s suddenly picked up in the room. “I know you feel it too – every line of the Prophecy coming alive. This is it, guys. We get to finally take our fate in our own hands. We finally get to spill all the dust and ichor that have caused us pain for so many years. We get to avenge the deaths of our friends, brothers, sisters, parents. We get to win.”

 Her thoughts, which had a certain dispiriting quality to them, lift, now, leaving her marveling at how the tiniest sliver of hope - hope for a future beyond the War, hope where a stupid old prophecy will not dictate their lives – can make her this happy.

They’re all too fucking young for this.

Percy is one of the most powerful demigods of their age, and the way he looks at her…the way he holds her? It makes Annabeth feel powerful, too.

Whatever the outcome of this battle is, Hazel thinks, at least they’ll finally be free.

It’s a silly little joy of his, he guesses. Making people laugh. It’s…it’s always made him feel wanted, feel like a part of the group. Every group of friends needs a Funny One, and that’s Leo.

He…loves himself. Kind of. Leo’s got a complicated relationship with himself, because, like Percy had said, he doesn’t think he’ll ever really forgive himself for letting his mom die. But…it’s taken many years of hating how he looked in the mirror, and hating the fire that would light up his fingertips unprompted, and hating how he never managed to do anything right, for him to finally accept himself for who he is. For him to…well, maybe not be super duper in love with himself, but be at peace with himself. And that’s what you’d call character development.

So, with Hazel’s dying breath, she and Nico will bring back Varus’ Fifth Cohort, and Frank will use the eagle to lead them into battle, clearing their name, and giving him the opportunity to show New Rome that he’s truly his mother’s son, capable of so much greatness. Her death will mean certain victory for their troops - if not for Percy. It’ll mean the start of a whole new chapter for New Rome. It’s the perfect plan. The perfect end to her story. “It’s sick,” she whispers, tipping her head back. Her tears wash down the sides of her face, and drops of them slip into her ears, curving around her head and into the mess of her hair. She is so angry, so sad. She wants to live in this brave new world, after all, with her hand in Frank’s and the sun shining on her back, filling her up with warmth. “It’s sick, isn’t it, the way it all works out so perfectly.” And Nico smiles, sardonic, and pats her shoulder. “That’s life, I guess, Hazel,” he says, a little sadly. “That’s life.”

“OF COURSE THERE IS!” Frank yells, so loud that the trees around them shiver. “Of COURSE there’s a choice, Hazel, and you’re choosing to DIE!” And there it is, finally, out in the open, screamed raw into the universe, writing it into history. Hazel is choosing to die. Again.

Like a dream, like a memory, Percy imagines hands placed across theirs. Jason’s large one, Leo’s bony one, Hazel’s delicate one, Nico’s pale one, Bianca’s clever one. His mother’s hand, a little wrinkled with age, but with love packed in every touch. So gentle, so kind. They all add strength to his own, filling him with courage. 

"Prove me wrong, Annabeth, Percy. Show me how you’ll make things better."

They crash together like two collapsing stars, and the universe falls away, leaving just them and a fierce, unspoken relief that fills Percy up with a coiling, growing warmth.

“He is not who I would choose for you, Annabeth. But he is, indeed, the best choice.”

Percy watches the stars twinkle and listens to the sound of the rustle in the trees, and tries to think about a life where he needn’t constantly be on his toes, a life where he won’t have to worry about a destiny and a Prophecy, a life where he and Annabeth could build a home.

epilogue:

He supposes – and is slowly coming to accept – that this fear might be so etched in him, so deep-seated that nothing will truly remove it from him. But he’s trying to remember Leo’s words. That fire isn’t just something that takes away, but it is heart and light and warmth and happiness. It’s camaraderie and kinship and deep bonds. It’s love.

Whatever he does, now, wherever he goes – he will never be alone again.

Time, she supposes, will go on.

In the end, there isn’t much they can do to fix the hurt. She supposes it’ll always be a part of her. But she gives her own explanations and apologies, and he does the same, and they just – choose each other, and they choose to move forward, and that means the world to her.

And so, with smiles that shine and feet that intertwine and hands that have held up the sky, Percy and Annabeth start making plans.

Maybe…just maybe, one day, he won’t have to look back.

again, pls feel free to choose your own!!! and thank you <333

[sroloc--elbisivni]

Oh! I would love a rec list! I uh, read your tags and skimmed Mistakes on Mistakes Until, and it's super good! (I should probs clear a whole day to get through it bc holy crap that's long. Fave scene so far is prowl bemoaning his social ineptitude that he can recruit *another heroic idiot* to the autobots) that he can't I'd offer to trade you but. Honestly MoMU is a hell of a rec and now I'm just sitting w my shelf full of fluffy/instrospective short pieces feeling kinda intimidated DJDJFJJDJ

haha no please share!!! MoMU is in a class of its own but TF fandom has a lot of wonderful fics and I've been tracking very little in the fic side of things for the past two years or so, I would LOVE recs. Especially since when I went through my bookmarks I discovered I've got almost nothing bookmarked for Bee. so here's some stuff from tag diving through the lens of 'i remember this being good.'

Life Finds a Way by Kyn. Bumblebee movie-verse, post-canon, 142k longfic WIP where Charlie Watson sets off to join up with the bots. Kyn does really excellent toothy longfics, great worldbuilding and life details, and this is one of the only fics to win me over on Bee/Charlie.

Good Time Charlie by kesomon. Also Bumblebee movie-verse, also post-canon; minor fusion with Bay movies. Bumblebee takes the autobots to visit his friend's garage while they're hiding out. 6k, complete.

The Victory by rotarycell. Transformers Prime, Gen, 4.8k, complete. Little missionfic with Bumblebee and Smokescreen. Treats them both well.

A Need to Know Basis by cassette (Crescent_Blues). TFP/RiD 2015, Gen, 11k. Everything this author does is great, this one is the most Bee-focused one--Bumblebee who grew up as a solider trying very hard to be nonthreatening until he's not anymore :)

Awkward Houseguests by zuzeca. TFP/RiD 2015, background MegOp, 1.5k. Bumblebee has to deal with his old boss showing up on the lawn of the base he commands to fistfight with his ex. Funny Bee narrator voice.

Dress to Impress by 12drakon, Rizobact. G1, gen, ~2k, complete. Bumblebee gets recruited by Jazz to plan dress-up for a human event, and in turn recruits Spike to tell him all about their good ideas. Fun times and culture dissonance ensue.

I really don't have a whole lot on hand, so I will hope at least one of these is new! And I'll toss this out into the wilds of tumblr in case anyone else has anything they'd like to shout out.

[rom-e-o]

In your Scroogeverse, after the Wolves gain full custody of Bess' siblings and they move back to London back into Wolf's flat (still a few years off from them looking to buy that country cottage they end up in), Bess decides the flat is in much need of a makeover. So, what does she do? Naturally, THRIFTING! (Because this girl loves a bargain in any universe.) And she decides to bring her new sister-in-law along to bond. Plus, she feels a little braver going into the ritzier stores with someone like Connie by her side, still struggling to feel like she belongs in this new strata of society and all that.

I'm absolutely in love with how their passion for thrifting transcends universes (that feels so eternally fitting for these girls, haha).

I mean, I don't blame her. I imagine a bachelor's apartment after decades of depriving yourself of most joys in life could use ... a little TLC. Especially since they're going to both be enjoying the space. It's no longer only his flat. It just needs a little TLC and updating.

Connie is, of course, overjoyed at the invitation. A chance to bond with Bess? Um, OF COURSE she's game. They plan a whole day and route - this is gonna be thrifting with a PURPOSE, after all. She has a few stores in mind where she has had some luck with.

So, the day arrives, and they set out. They rent a car and driver for the day, just because thrifting can be heavy, and a car allows them to travel across town and have paparazzi pester them slightly less.

"So, we're looking for a little bit of everything, right?" Connie asks. "Anything off limits?"

Bess hums and mulls it over, thinking of all the rooms across the flat. They all need a little ... assistance, she thinks. "I think anything is fair game. Wolf hasn't updated his space in a while, and we're just looking to make things feel a little more ... homey."

"Oh, this is so exciting! Decorating is always so fun, but now you get to make the space up to suit you both as a couple!"

She gives Bess' shoulders a delighted squeeze as they pull up to the first store.

I imagine they girls start at some familiar places - thrift/vintage stores they've explored before. Some quaint places just filled with eclectic items. They look for smaller items first - maybe a cute spice shelf here, a beaded lamp/lampshade here. Maybe a lovely pair of velvet curtains to dress up the plain window blinds? They find some lovely, vintage paintings too, of course. Some feature lovely, dark-haired ladies, which Connie is quick to point out that Wolf will "surely adore."

They slowly work their way up, and at the next place, they find this amazing, Victorian-inspired full-length dressing mirror.

"Oh, just imagine this in the bedroom," Connie suggests dreamily. "You and Wolf taking turns helping each other into your outfits -- him zipping your dress, you fastening his cufflinks -- all while framed by this masterpiece? Oh, we should see if they have a chaise to pair with it! That way you and him have a place to sit while dressing.

Connie gets ... very much into helping out, haha. ^^;

She never pressures Bess into buying anything she clearly doesn't like. Connie, with her knowledge of what Bess and Wolf like, tries to find pieces that fit the bill, and paint a picture of how they might look styed.

As they fill the car with oil paintings, vases, hand-tufted pillows and more, one of the last places they go is one of those more expensive stores. There's a doorman, which woman waves to as she and Bess stroll in, arm-in-arm. It's definitely a high-class store, but the pieces are STUNNING, and they're not badly priced either for what they are. There are tons of heavy, gorgeous heritage furniture pieces.

There are GORGEOUS, pearlescent-finished wooden armoires, and an AMAZING Turkish rug that would look so gorgeous in front of the fireplace. "Perfect for cozying up - among other activities~"

Along the way, as Bess finds smaller items or things that she's a little hesitant to buy ("Ooooh, I love this, but don't want to overwhelm his flat with just my stuff! Maybe I'll think about this for now ... ") she sneaks in a few extra purchases of those items as future birthday/Christmas gifts.

I imagine there are some shoppers that ... give them looks. The ladies are well-known for their afflictions at this point with the Scrooge Twins, and while many people are kind, there are obviously many jealous people. I feel like many upper-society ladies feel like they somehow 'robbed' them of their chance.

I'm sure the ladies hear some gossip. ("Look at those two, flaunting their money. Have they no shame?")

And Connie is quick to roll her eyes with a smile and whisper to Bess, "As if they aren't shopping in the SAME store we are. Some people, I swear."

She's not letting anyone dull their day.

By the end, I imagine they have QUITE the haul. They might even need some movers, depending on how large the pieces are. That night, I can imagine them getting takeaway and tag-teaming arranging some pieces in the flat. They decorate things juuust enough to play around and see how things look.

Connie clears out by the time Wolf comes home, so she's not in the way of them officially enjoying their space together or making some adjustments.

The second Wolf keys in, his reaction is visible on his face. The bare walls are adorned, the cold lights are replaced with gentle, warmer ones... and it feels so much more welcoming immediately. It feels like a home with a woman's welcoming, sensual touch.

Bess definitely gets many adoring smooches, and Wolf absolutely requests a tour of everything, wanting to see every chance.

"Tell me about your day, love. I'd love for you to walk me through and show me everything you found."

To have the woman he loves not only take the time and effort to make their flat feel more personable and homey ... it tugs on his heartstrings. No person, and no woman, has shown that care and attention to him before. It inspires him to actually THINK about flat decor, and while he's not the biggest shopper, he enjoys the idea of joining her on a future trip as they continue to make the flat their own. (And yes, I imagine he is QUITE enamored by the paintings as well - though the real woman at his side remains unbeatable in remarkableness.) <3

[greensagephase]

The Miguel box came today and now my entire family knows about my obsession 😭 the box had his name and spider symbol on the front and I wasn't home when the mail came lmao.

The rapture perfume that's based on him smells good! It's a little chemically smelling and not quite what I imagined for him, but it's pretty close.

The mug also has his spider on the back of it! At this rate, I may as well have a shelf dedicated to him because of how many figures I have 🤣

Hii, I hope you're doing well!! I'm so sorry for how long it took me to reply to your ask!!

Haha, not this box exposing you to your whole family!! I feel that!! My entire family knows about my Miguel obsession and I get teased so much 😭 my parents don't even know I write fanfic for him, so I can only imagine how much more teasing I would get, especially from my mom if she found out!

I'm glad the rapture perfume smells good!! I think it's creative that they gave it a chemically tone to it just because of the rapture concept, but I agree that I don't imagine that being his scent. I can't describe it but the word chemical definitely doesn't come to mind when thinking about his scent. If you don't mind me asking, what do you imagine his scent as? I've been thinking about this for a while ever since I first wrote about his scent in the chapter in which reader looks after him when he got hurt. I just know he smells good, period, no questions asked, but I can't find a conclusive scent, it's kind of mixed up!

I remember seeing the mug on the etsy post, and it was so cute!! I'm thinking of buying one (a different one because I don't think the seller for the box has the box available anymore; I'm also broke right now lol) so I'll have to look and see!! And omg, you should definitely set up a shelf just for him!! I've seen a lot of people's and they're so cute!! I'm looking to expand my collection but first, I need a new bookshelf because mine is already struggling with so many books (I've ran out of space, actually 😭), so I need to do that before I go on and buy more figures/items. I would really like to buy the lego figure and a plushie!!

But I hope you enjoyed your box and that your family didn't tease you about it, haha!! I hope you're having a great week so far, and take care!! ❤️

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 339: A Saturday at Melissa's, p14 (11pm)

loved moments like this, quiet moments with him. He was laying, sprawled out and unconscious, on top of the rumpled sheets and crisp cotton comforter of the bed she was using while she stayed here at her mom’s big new house. She was laying beside him. She’d slipped out of bed put on a thin robe of white waffle-weave and snap a selfie but they were both otherwise naked. She smiled to herself as she traced lazy circles with gentle fingers across his thin little chest. Oh my god…the time they’d just had together. “You really liked that, didn’t you?” she asked him in a bare half-whisper, not wanting to wake him and wondering if he was dreaming about it now: how she’d just made love to him by holding him aloft using just the strength of her secret kitty. 

Speaking of kitties…there she was, watching. 

“Hey, Tiger, what are you doing up there?” Melissa asked, her voice still just barely above a whisper. The cat, perched high on a shelf it had somehow jumped to, unseen. “Did you watch that whole thing?” Melissa giggled as, nonplussed and unimpressed as only cats can be, Tiger turned away and jumped down to a bureau, to the floor, and then pattered out of the room. 

“Nice talking to you too..!” Melissa called after the cat, who was apparently headed downstairs to spy on the girls down there haha. Nice manners! The two of them would have to have a chat!

Melissa turned back, looking down at Jay sleeping below her, and continued to count her blessings. She had this great boyfriend, these great friends, and this great job. Her roles, both at the office and with Jay, were becoming exactly what she’d dreamed they would be. At work she was in charge of so much now: all the employees, the new construction, the expansion and the hirings. She’d worked for years hoping she could eventually find herself in a position like she was in now, and the potential for growth from here was amazing! Who knows what life could be like a year from now, ten years from now? If she continued to work hard the sky could be the limit!

And with him? Omigod. It was becoming perfect. Their relationship was growing into something beautiful. She’d never been in love before, but if this is what love was, she was hopelessly hooked!  Everyday brought new and deeper feelings for him. It was amazing, she mused as she looked at his peaceful sleeping face, how all the little hormones inside her could be so powerful, linking and bonding her to him. 

I love you so much!!! 

But, as deep in love as she was with him, Melissa knew she needed more. She needed more from him. She needed to give more. She needed to be more. She needed to provide more for him. But what could she do? Or, haha, more like - what couldn’t she do? Things were changing inside her so fast, but it was like she’d really only taken the first steps on a long journey. There was no telling what new things they could do together with each passing day. The ideas were racing through her head at breakneck speed. She imagined the future as she lay over him in bed watching him sleep. Her eyes drifted over him, down across his bony ribs, his flat stomach to his bare hips. ‘Boy -  I really tuckered you out!” she giggled to him…silently speaking more to his floppy member, the endearing piece of meat that lay heavy across his right thigh, than to the man she loved.  Regardless, she felt like she needed to talk to him. There was something she knew that could pull them closer. Seal the bond she wanted to have. “I think, sweetie,” she whispered to him, “that it’s time for me to move us to the next phase of our relationship.” 

Maybe it was her voice, or maybe it was in the half-unconscious upregulation of pheromone 0001.55.6677.xc that she’d let drift from the skin of her bare throat, but his eyes began to flutter open. He’d began to wake. 

“Hi stud,” Melissa drawled, as his heavy eyes slowly started to focus, and met hers, “Have a nice nap?” 

She watched as, behind his eyes, he’d started to recall what had happened just a half hour or so ago. She’d brought him up here, gotten him naked, given him money and then fucked him like a rag doll. He was also, possibly, remembering the other moments throughout his busy day, some more clear in his perfume-addled brain than other. She watched as the concern started to darken his brow, the anxiety began to wet his gaze. No, sweetie, we don’t want that, she thought, and without a thought pheromone 0001.55.6022.cd began to flow.  

His mood lightened. His lips began to curl into a satisfied little smile. There, that’s better isn’t it? she purred in thought, brushing a messy lock of hair off his now-peaceful forehead. She wanted him relaxed, and  able to fall asleep easily again when she needed. Ooo she loved being able to help him like this so much!

“hii…” he finally drawled, blinking, looking up into her glimmering, glittering eyes. He could not believe - god! - just how beautiful she was. Soft light behind her, soft hair all around them. Her smile was a light all onto its own. She’d put on a robe, at some point, but he was still naked. He felt the warmth of her body laid out next to him. If it wasn’t for the - what? Three or four? - number of times I’d come today, I’d be hard as a rock again for her. 

She bit her lip, and looked down at him. ”Do you want to have a drink of water before we go to bed, sweetie?”

I guess I’m staying over again tonight? he mused, Wait what time was it?  She had, of course, already decided that for him but haha it was cool. She’d take care of things, like she said. She wants me to have some water? A strange question, he thought, even in his half-somnolence. It was a question one would ask a child… but…a drink would be nice. His still-dreamy mind drifted from the water as his eyes glanced over at the half-empty milk glass on the side-table, still there from last night. 

She seemed to read his mind. “Oooo that’s a good idea,” Melissa purred, her gaze having followed his, “Yeah, let’s have something sweet and warm to drink. But that one’s been there all night.” With that she sat up a bit and reached over him, inadvertently bringing her big chest into the his field of vision as she picked up her phone. 

“I’ll tell one of the girls to bring you up some milk,” she said, beginning to type out a text to Shanette and smiling secretly as she felt the surge of his heartbeat when his eyes had locked on to her tits…perfect. Get ready little man. “We’ll get you a drink and then it’s going to be off to bed...”

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thanks again to ResistanceIsFutile for his editing prowess and constant inspiration

Patreon? Here.

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Can I see more dolls that you have?

Sure!

So far this is the collection on the shelf, a mix of dolls I've owned for a while, some I got as gifts, and some that I thrifted. I'm primarily a MH collector, but I also love some of the more unique girlies (like Sailor Mercury and the China Doll) Still gotta put the new girlies up here haha.

The two in the boxes that are kinda hidden are Coca Cola Marching Band Barbie who I got at my first toy expo and Holiday Cinderella who I found at an antique mall

I have two other boxed dolls who I cannot put on the shelf yet (no room for more boxes) they're Howliday Skelita and Dia De Meurtos Barbie Signature

On a separate shelf is the Draculaura display, she's the one I own the most dolls of, so she ends up getting her own spot.

Now this isn't even the whole collection but those other dolls are in the "These guys need a fix/I misplaced their stuff in the move" spot. Like I have a Dead Tired Lagoona with a Hydration Station and a Swan Lake Barbie but their hairs a bit of a mess/they're missing limbs so I'd rather figure those out first before displaying them.

[edwardpinestar]

whats your writing process like?

Hi! Sorry for taking a bit to get to your ask, I've been taking my time to make the most comprehensive answer I can, and that takes a bit of thinking on my end to figure out what my process really even is.

My process can be divided into 6 (and a half) steps, which greatly blend and blur together, but that'll I'll separate out for an easier time telling you.

I will be using the 'A Guide To Becoming A God's Consort' AU (Also known as Cult of the Cat AU) and all its works as examples throughout this list.

Step 1 - Base Idea

The base idea is where it all begins. It's the gimmick of the story. What is the main focus of the story? What is this about? For CotC, that was it being a Cult of the Lamb adaption, with the Puss x Death ship. Strip away everything, and that's what this story is.

Step 2 - Rough Plot Ideas

Once I have the base idea, I start figuring out more. What ships will there be? How do I want this to feel? Do I want it to end happy, or sad? What are some of the things I want to happen? This isn't anywhere near complete, and is rather just a general idea about what I'll want. CotC actually started a bit unusually to most of my AUs. Rather than start writing with any proper ideas, I started with 'What To Do If Your God Propositions You (A Guide)', and that did not have a whole lot of thought put in it besides 'tentacle smuttiness and CotL crossover'. The planning of the plot of 'What to do when you fall in love with your god (A Guide)' came later, when I made the decision to take this beyond a smutty oneshot.

Step 3 - Peer Review

And then, I send the ideas over on Discord to some friends. This is only a recent thing for me, though putting this much time and thought into planning works is also quite new too. I used to wing it a lot, but I don't like doing that now. So, I send the ideas on over, and get criticism, as well as more ideas to add to it and further flesh out. We bounce ideas off of each other, building the ideas into more well rounded points, and fill in gaps. We also roleplay scenes, which I will later along the line adapt into the work.

Step 3 1/2 - Stew Time!

This one both is an isn't a joke, haha. More often than not, when an idea reaches the peer review point, and we've discussed it for a day or so, depending on how captivating it is, the idea then goes on the shelf. Or, it will go on the shelf during or right after Step 4. I have 8 work-in-progresses posted. I have 49 single, multichapter works, six series', and 26 oneshots in various draft states, but all in documents. All for Puss in Boots alone. I have more ideas that have gone through the first three steps that are just sitting in Discord, not put in documents. As much as I wish I could, I just can't write all the ideas I get, and it's only the ones that truly catch my attention that make it to Step 4 and beyond.

Step 4 - Transferring

Once I'm happy with an idea, and I transfer it over to a Google Document. I do this by copy-pasting all relevant Discord messages into an empty document. Then, I go through and tidy everything up to make it comprehensive, putting points together if they need to be, rewriting things to not be addressing other people, cutting out anything I decided against using, ect. I add to it as I see fit, further fleshing things out. Once its all ready and tidied, it either gets shelfed, or it goes onto the next stage.

Step 5 - Writing

This is the hardest step for me to explain. I just pull up a new document, and get to it. I try and keep my chapters around 3k words now, while my oneshots vary, some being 10k+, and others being split to have multiple chapters depending on how I feel about splitting. I will also, more often than not, listen to music, sometimes instrumentals, sometimes with lyrics depending on if I want the music to match the mood of what I'm writing, or if I am able to focus on writing if I have lyrics. If I have roleplays I want to add to the work, then I copy-paste them over, and rewrite them to fluff them up and make all the responses blend together seamlessly. I write until I reach my minimum word goal and feel I am at a good stopping point. I don't write drafts. What I post is what I wrote the first go around. If I don't like something, I will amend what I don't like, but other than that I don't do drafts.

Step 6 - Editing and Posting

These happen near simultaneously, so I'll just put these together. I do two rounds of reading and editing. I read it in the document, correcting any spelling, grammar and HTML tags. Then, I put it all into AO3, and go to see the work preview so I can check its all formatted correctly and see if I can pick out anymore mistakes. Once everything is ready, I post.

So that's my writing process! Titling and summary writing always varies as to when I do them. Sometimes they're the first things I come up with, other times its more around the middle, most of the time its the last. It depends on when the idea for a title comes to me, and when I can figure out a nice way to summaries the work.

Other authors, feel free to hop in and share your processes!

[thelastofhyde]

I just have to say I am absolutely IN LOVE with this story and it’s my first time ever leaving a message for a fic so that says a lot… I’ve read so many Joel fics (way too many at this point haha) and yours is one of my favorites. The way you describe every moment, every feeling.. I don’t know where Sol ends and I being while reading it. You are so talented and if one day you’ll plan on writing a book I’ll be the first one in line cause sheesh. I won’t even start on the smut, it’s built up so deliciously, gives me butterflies! Idk how many chapters you have planned for this story but I’ll read all of them a thousand times over just to get a taste of this version of Joel Miller. I’m also around Sol’s age & personality and quite inexperienced sexually & with an attraction for capable older men, problematic relationship with my dad as well so it feels personal to me & I’m living my fantasies through your writing atm haha. You’re amazing, talented, incredible!! Sending you all the hugs

dear sweet anon, take my heart and soul and don't give it back !

"it’s my first time ever leaving a message for a fic so that says a lot" oh, wow. genuinely, wow... i'm honoured that you'd chose me and my fic to be the first you message about. i love that you see yourself in sol, especially after i've attempted to keep physical descriptions of her to a minimum to not take anyone out of the fic (ie. describing a skin tone that may not match whoever is reading). it's such a nice reminder that we don't need physical descriptions to relate or see ourselves in characters. i hope you continue to live out your fantasies as this series progresses! <3

"Idk how many chapters you have planned for this story but I’ll read all of them a thousand times over just to get a taste of this version of Joel Miller." honestly, not even i know at this point how many parts i intend to write for this series. every time i think i've settled on an outline for the whole fic, a new idea pops up and i add another chapter. as it stands, i currently have planned out a total of 12 chapters and 11 drabbles, but that could easily change and grow in length.

"You are so talented and if one day you’ll plan on writing a book I’ll be the first one in line cause sheesh." you're now the second person to bring up the idea of me writing a book ( including the sweet book-shelf anon ) and i really just want to stress how much hearing things like this means to me. i'm currently a student, working on my bachelors degree in english literature and creative writing with the goal of ( someday, hopefully ) working in the publishing industry/writing my own fiction novels, so to have anyone say this is just so incredibly validating to my big ( basically unnattainable ) dreams.

this reply ended up longer than intended, but thank you so much, for all of this! sending you all the hugs back ! <33

[animehouse-moe]

Manga Collection Update March 2023

Documenting the development and growth of my collection is something I really enjoy. The majority of pictures in my camera roll are haul or collection pictures from over the recent years, and I really enjoy it for whatever reason. So I thought, hey, why not share that process and journey with other people? It doesn't take long, and others might find it cool, so here I am. At the most it'll be a monthly thing, but it's more likely to be longer and just be influenced by large changes to the collection. Anyways, let's get started.

Re-organizing

I'm posting this now because I just went through a big re-organization, that afforded me 2 whole shelves with my current bookshelves. That's room for probably about 45 volumes of manga, so just shy of "new" space for 100 volumes. Of course, I've still got other space so in total I have about 4 or so free shelves which is real nice.

What brought it about though? Mostly, being full up on space for art books. I had taken up a whole half-height shelf with art books and I felt like I was being inefficient with their storage, so at midnight on a weeknight I decided I would start re-organizing my collection. The first decision was to move all of my art books to my half-width (but full height) white bookshelf.

And it ended up being a really good decision. I managed to fit all my art books onto the shelf (with some on display) plus all my non-English manga. Of course, it's basically at absolute capacity, so I'll be looking into getting another narrow bookshelf to pair it with down the road.

Next, was changing out the half-height black bookshelf. Before, it only had 3 shelves on it total (due to the height of art books) so it was pretty cramped for sure. Switching to two shelves for Viz Sig sized manga, and 2 for regular/Seven Seas sized manga I've gained a lot of extra space.

Of course, I've not really properly organized it which needs to happen haha. My favorite bit on this shelf (though it's impossible to really see because of lighting) is the Neon Genesis Evangelion Side Story collection I have. It's not Ikari Project singles yeah, but I've also got all but one side story in my collection now, and I'm super excited about it. Stuff like Angelic Days is from 15 years ago now which is crazy to think about. Moving forward with the shelf though I want to try and clear out the hardcovers on the bottom shelf to make room for more LNs, but we'll see what I can manage first.

The last shelf that lives in my room is this full size black bookshelf (which is Ikea, all of them are). It's not really changed in recent times, but is pretty full up on manga, so with some of my orders coming in soon I'll definitely be re-organizing it and shifting volumes over to half-height black shelf.

And last but not least we have the pair of half-height white bookshelves in the basement. These are housing most of my "big" regular sized series, and has the majority of my complete manga titles. Because of that it's a little haphazard, but it was a great investment for overflow and space. For those curious the two jerseys you can just see in the image are Todd Gurley on the left and Keenan Allen on the right.

So that's where I'm at right now, just around 940 volumes. If you're curious about what all's in my collection (since some is hard to see/make out) you can check out my libib here. Getting close to 1000 certainly is pretty wild, so maybe I'll do another collection post once I hit that milestone!

[nei-ning]

Long and heck weird dream shortly.

I was playing a game where in my team was Gan Ning, Zhurong and then either Nene or Aerith. The 3 of them ventured in this weird place which had cabins everywhere! At one point there was a big cabin with a time limit. I had to get it open before the time goes up. We'll, neither of my girls couldn't open it so I switched on Gan Ning saying: "Okay girls, none of you gets the doors open and time is running out so out of the way. I'm switching on Gan Ning." In final seconds, he got the cabin doors open.

Inside was 2 men, white and black (no rasism here!) and they were having (gentle) sex. I have heard Hiroaki Miura's voice plenty enough to recognize it :'D He was making other man's voice, moaning ever so softly and gently. My heart was popping in joy, haha! It was very pleasant and sweet to listen. Gan Ning on the other hand closed those door as fast as he could after realizing the situation :'D (poor guy)

After this I ended in small store which sold Japanese stuff (fan items, decorations, kimonos etc). I went to a shelf which had a lot of tiny items and I couldn't believe my eyes when I started noticing Dynasty Warriors fan items (jeychains, phone chains and post cards mostly). I started to go then through, finding SO MANY items that I has to go look for a bag for them. I didn't find new little bag but I found some of my old little paper bags which I had left there! Now I started to go through them to see what there was inside them, soon realizing I had COMPLETELY messed up the items together with those I didn't want or needed and those which I already owned with those I wanted to buy! I started to "panic" while becoming devastated. It also didn't help my situation when I realized I had only 17 euros while all the items combined would be, at least, 30 euros. Could be more.

So I decided to take a break in the dream, instantly waking up. But all those lovely Gan Ning (and few Lu Meng) items, so sob sob! They were pretty, made by many different people so art styles were different. There was one card with old traditional painting way of Gan Ning (DW7). One card was gray-white about stone build village and chibi Gan Ning was walking up on the road, chibi Ling Tong following him while eating bao bun (right words?). In one card there was Gan Ning with red Torii gate which was the only colorful thing. There was these little square shaped magnets too! I found few Sun Ce ones, whole Sun family etc but few Gan Ning too but I only remember face pic of him (DW6) and then Gan Ning (DW8 / DW9) laying on a cherry tree's branch while it bloomed. There also was long wooden bookmarks with painted characters and, naturally, I spotted Gan Ning :'D

[tataeyo]

1/6/2024 – My time, my sense of enjoyment

I feel like there was an acceptance of how time continues to pass with this new year. Not a whole lot of anticipation, just a matter of fact of another day that happens to mark the start of the new year. But, it's a good thing to think about how I want to grow this year and to set those intentions haha...

I don't know when the phrase "I have to start respecting my own time better" came in my mind, but I think that sums up pretty succinctly what I think this year's theme is about. I think there's a lot of good in how I'm very available and generous with my time, but I think the downside of that is, I find myself idling, scrolling social media, waiting on others to play with me (doll on a shelf), or being in situations where I feel like I'm not valuing my own time (stuck in a 4hr date that I've lost interest 3.5 hours ago).

I think part of this is learning to choose myself over others. I know that sounds contradictory to what we're called to as Christians. I know we're supposed to be self-sacrificial, but I think I'm arguing here that it doesn't always mean foregoing yourself. And I think secular therapists often say, setting boundaries doesn't make you selfish - it's maybe even more kind, because you are then able to love more authentically without resentment and without losing yourself. I'm reminded of how Christ would sometimes find a private place to pray, away from His disciples and the crowd. In those moments he chose to be refreshed and poured in to so He can continue to teach and love centered on God.

Being available and free with my time, my extroversion, has maybe become so prominent in my identity that the other parts of me have been neglected. It's not a bad thing that I am available with my time or that I enjoy hanging out with people, it's just that if I say yes to everything (bboy competitions, monster truck rallies, ski trips, walking Stacey's dogs), I can't say yes to the things I want to do. In a recent conversation with Nat, she mentioned that she never gets to the things she wants to do and that frustrates her. I realized that my "things I want to do" list is just to "hang out with people and do fun stuff", but that's often dictated by what others want to do - I just say yes to whatever. I think it's been a while since I've asked myself what do *I* want to do? To cultivate my own sense of enjoyment again, that doesn't depend on others.

I was on a date where we were talking about when I stopped being in to anime or kpop – I realized that in middle school and high school, I truly enjoyed time on my own. Making kpop GIFs, reading manga, watching YT videos... I had friends, but my life didn't revolve around their availability and I wasn't desperate to fill my schedule. In college, somehow I started to equate my value with my relationships with others and that came out in the expression of needing to be spending time all the time with people. And post-grad, I think it might've became worse, with more free time, the more I felt the need to fill it with people.

I remember having my small group in college do an exercise where they made a pie chart of what they spent their time on in a week to show what you spend your time on is what you value. I think my pie chart right now would be a sliver for work, and a majority of it would be social media and hanging out with/dating people. I think the goal for this year is to have more balance and diversification and spend more time on things that I've been wanting to do more solo. Creating art, painting, taking photography walks, reading, spending time with God, exercising... things that I know bring me joy that I've deprioritized in the past few years because I would choose people first.

Lord, thank you for creating me with my unique giftings, personality, and desires. Thank you for creating me in your image and for giving me value and worth that no one can take away. I pray that in this new year, I would cultivate these parts of me and to find so much joy in seeing you in these areas. I hope that when I create something, I can appreciate your artistic mastery, when I exercise, I hope to be grateful for this body, when I walk outside, I hope to see you in the leaves and birds. Thank you for giving me the eyes to see you in your people, I pray that I'll see you in many other parts of my life – to be able to worship you with my whole life, to worship you with my joy. Amen!

[queenofdisaster93]

We bought our house 8 years ago this October. We were both only 22, newlyweds, and parents to an 8 month old at the time. We haven't changed too much in our home since then. Painted all the walls before we actually moved our belongings. Recently, we have needed change in our home. The inside has looked the same for eight whole years.

4 years into home ownership, we put out the money to build a shop in our backyard. We had very little storage space for our growing family. One day when we had a huge snow storm, the snowblower froze. My husband had to dig out the snowblower, dig out a path to load it onto the trailer, dig the trailer out. So he could then take our snowblower to his parents shop to defrost so he could then clear out our driveway. After that, the shop build begun.

My husband built estate homes for 12 years, so we only had to pay for supplies as he did all the labor! Eventually we hired an electrician to hook up the electricity and set up the panel box.

The shop was the most expensive, but most useful investment we made as home owners.

During COVID, we decided to rip the front deck off of our house. It was old, run down, did not pass up to date building code. The new deck really changed the look of our house. Cleaned it up! During this time, my husband painted the front porch of our house to match the shop. Let me tell you, it made the world of a difference. I wasn't so embarrassed with the look of my house.

My house is a century home, it is old. I love my house, it has so much character. Homes are not built to last these days, they're built for mass production and cheaply. My house is brick, it has all the original trim.

I struggle with organization so I recently decided my house needed to change. I have way too much stuff. Kids toys everywhere. I am done with it! I have decided to start slow to make changes in my house that help make it feel less messy and more organized. (Adding a modern touch to my old home would ne nice too!) I started to purchase new flooring recently. The current floors in my house are real hardwood, but they were not properly installed. There are gaps everywhere, I can sweep my floors but I also have to vacuum in between the floor boards. My current floors are also a very ugly orange color. Let me remind you that I have beautiful dark deep brown original trim. Doesn't look good together in your mind does it? Haha. I hate it so much.

I ordered a shoe cabinet for my front hallway. Right now, it is a disaster and always it. It's the second space of my home people see when they walk in. (First is my front porch and it's beautiful, we did paint it and bought new furniture a few years back for it.) There is shoes, everywhere. I have two daughters, who need shoes for different things. The cabinet will hide the shoes, one shelf for each kid and one for myself. Two baskets on a little shelf underneath, one for each child to keep any hats or mittens they might need. As it stands right now, we just have a very ugly messy bin in a corner that is stuffed full of winter hats and mittens and scarves. Just to eliminate the sight of smelly shoes and piles of children's mittens, is so exciting i can't wait for this cabinet to arrive and bring some sort of organization to my life.

I will also be installing two hooks on the shoe cabinet, one on each side for each kid to hang their backpacks on. I am hoping to create the habit of responsibility for their own items once it's less chaotic. There is currently a bench where this cabinet is going to go. The bench will be leaving and never returning, good riddance! It has just become a place for my family to pile all of their things on. Backpacks, art from school, clothing, toys, anything and everything just gets dumped on this fucking bench.

I have slowly been purchasing new flooring for my home too. It is a very light neutral brown. My husband will be installing it, and we have plans to paint all of our trim white, except for the trim around the original window in our front room. It will be an accent piece!

Next is to buy a new carpet for the front room after the flooring is installed and new furniture for the space.

I can't believe I am in the stage of my life that I am not only a homeowner but I am trying to invest more into my home. Fix it up, make it my own. It is so exciting to be able to change a space to make it your own.

Your house will be one of the biggest investments that you make. It's never a waste to fix it up, freshen it up, change even something small. It will only increase the value of it. Unless you do something ridiculous, I have seen some scary stuff on TikTok!!!

[pattysplaceofplaces]

Idea: Y/N(preferably female) as a new teacher at VILE and immediately students and staff alike are talking about her. Like, she's just so beautiful! Some people are even freaked out because she just looks so unreal. Let's just say that Y/N's used to people commenting on her appearance because thats all people care to talk about when she also really smart and kind. What would it look like if Maelstrom had feelings for her?

Enchantress

Professor Maelstrom x Fem Reader

[Author’s Note: Is it bad this got me out of my writer’s block haha?

Also book idea: Maelstrom escapes prison and lives his evil life alone until he adopts a child in need. His morals get a bit better but once a villain always a villain.]

     Finally. Alone. Gunnar wasn’t the most sociable with people and his patience ran thin with all the failed missions lately. Yet now, it was the least of his worries. He stared at the Jellyfish swimming calmly in their wall-sized tank but that couldn’t ease his rushing mind like usual. 

He was no fool, he studied human psychology and habits religiously. Gunnar even used to be a therapist. He let out a sigh of frustration as his upper half leaned on his table. “Out of all the people it had to be me?” He grumbled to himself, “Out of all the people why am I in love?” It was embarrassing to think out loud. That an evil genius like himself was being played by love like a puppet. 

He stood up and went to his shelf, crouching down to the filing cabinet below and grabbing a specific manilla folder. 

Gunnar knew it probably wouldn’t be good for his mind to go through it once again but he had to know why he liked you so much. 

The moment he opened it he was greeted to your picture. You were a few years younger than him yet you rivaled Aphrodite with your beauty. Maybe it was no coincidence you were his first love, with your looks you could very well be a vampire or maybe even a succubus. With the way you could charm a whole island he really wouldn’t be surprised. 

Reading your story once more was always interesting. Y/n L/n, a wealthy woman created and governed many charity organizations. Things started to change as those you worked with seemed more eager to pocket the money and mistreat the people your organizations were supposed to benefit. Then you were fired from your own company and you snapped. You realized the hard way that this world was a cruel place, it was easier being the villain and caring for villains. 

Your story was tragic yet he was happy with the way things turned out. You were the only faculty member that didn’t annoy him in some way. Sweet and considerate yet very capable. 

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts with a grunt of annoyance. Usually Bellum and Brunt would simply barge into his room when they needed something so the one knocking on his door was either Cleo or you. 

“Enter.” He spoke clearly as he put your file away and readjusted his posture. 

Gunnar won the bittersweet lottery because it was you who knocked upon his door. “Good evening Gunnar, I hope this isn’t a bad time.” You entered the room with your hands folded, face showing a delicate expression of kindness. “It’s never a bad time my dear, how may I be of service?” 

You walked up to him, each step clicking against the hard floor. “The others want to hold a faculty and we need to take a vote about other recent matters.” You haven’t apart of VILE for very long, barely a month yet you always handled business quite well. 

“Thank you for alerting me, I’ll be there shortly.” You nodded with an understanding smile. “Take your time you seem a bit dazed.” With that you turned on your heel and left him in his room alone. 

What an enchantress you were.

[chantsdemarins]

❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son

Chapter 2-Loki, Meet Lillian

Summary:

When a Midgardian journalist comes to Asgard to record the royal history for humans, her illicit affair with Loki threatens to unravel Odin’s family and reveal his true parentage...

Literary smut ahead, haha

Chapter 2 Loki, Meet Lillian

Loki knew that he had already been talking and essentially flirting with many people at the solstice ball this evening; he arrived late, fresh from some other engagement off-world; he wasn’t entirely sure what was what since his return. He didn’t read memos or talk to any of the guilds who would have informed him of the importance of the evening solstice event. He knew bits and pieces of a human entourage of journalists arriving, but he assumed they would be much like the last humans who came by on official business, heady and boring.

He didn’t like this new arrangement; it was much more satisfying to roam Midgard and find the interesting humans when there were some, of course, which wasn’t all that often. Maybe every 200 years. But Loki had his sympathies, they had known about humans since the dawn of creation, and these lowly Midgardians just found out they weren’t alone…So he felt a bit guilty, and this woman before him was clearly just a human and out of her element.

He had noticed her though, her presence brought enough interest for him to conjure a way to meet her. This woman was delightfully curvy, the dress she was wearing was clearly ill sized, but this was to his liking. She was smart, he could tell, and he wondered what her role must be, maybe she was a messenger or sorts for the other human biographer?

The truth was, Loki didn’t always like himself, and he especially didn’t always like being the tortured eternal bachelor playboy. Maybe he would just be a tour guide tonight. Simple enough, no drama. He imagined himself much like the guarded palace he lived in.

He turned to Lillian and closed the heavy doors behind them. The thud brought Lillian’s attention to the fact that they were now alone in a massive dark library with only a few candles lit here and there, probably for a practical precaution against setting the whole room on fire, but the atmosphere it created was slightly romantic.

Loki, ever vigilant in his attempt at being professional, was walking through the aisles talking and talking about the origins of some of the collection, his large hands gently gliding past the many books. He took one off the shelf and brought it to Lillian. Holding the book to the candlelight, he showed her pictures that resembled the illuminated manuscripts she had once seen from the 14th century. More proof of Asgard’s status as horribly outdated.

Although she watched as Loki’s delicate fingertips luxuriously traced the book's spine as he placed it back on the shelf. Lillian sighed audibly. Was he seducing her with the Asgardian equivalent of encyclopedias?

Growing agitated with his pace, Lillian spoke, “Are you truly planning on giving me the complete tour of the royal library tonight?”

“I am already, aren’t I?” Loki said, spinning around with a wide grin.

“Too late.”

Lillian steadied herself. He was obviously playing this very cool. A little too cool for her Ohio, midwestern self, actually. Whether it was the trippy mead or just her own needs shaking her into a kind of space-drunk hybrid sobriety, she suddenly was unequivocal that she was a grown-ass woman. Indeed going further with this death metal-esque guy would be the kind of sabotage that might ruin this massive opportunity she had been given. She was also free to sleep with whoever she wanted. There was no moral chastity belt on Midgardian women on Asgard. Or was there? Did she possibly miss a briefing? At any rate, the debate inside her head had ended. She made her choice. It was now or never.

Loki was stalking near the nine realms sections, narrating his investigation of finding just the right book about Svartalfheim when he heard Lillian call to him.

“Hey, alien man, you’re talking a lot over there, and I’m over here wondering why you are still over there,” she was a little shaky in her delivery, but obviously she was now giving the man some kind of clue to her state of mind.

“Oh, I see.”

With a remarkably quick change of decorum, in a manner of seconds, Loki was over feigning to be a gentleman. He had made a gallant effort. He closed the Svartalfheim book with a loud clap, and with a fast swoop, he pinned Lillian against the nearest shelf.

A few of the ancient texts came crashing on the floor, barely missing them. Loki was very much “space drunk”, and it was the solstice, he was admittedly intrigued by this woman.

Loki placed his lips on hers tightly. She could feel the heat of his body, she could also feel more of him than she could see earlier.

“Oh god!” Lillian laughed.

“That’s me for certain!” Loki laughed equally.

“That’s you?”

Lillian thought he could be slightly overly confident at this point…

Loki cut her thinking short when he suddenly ruched up her dress until he could find her underwear. This was really happening. She still was hanging on to her professional principles enough to consider stopping him until he pushed aside her panties until he could place two long fingers inside her.

She flinched, and her mind went blank. It had been a while. Too long.

Loki seemed to understand just how long it had been as he felt how tight she was; his mind raced to how tight she would feel with his cock inside her. His mind was buzzing with pleasure. He thought Lillian smelled like Midgard. Like peaches or some other stone fruit, he recalled from his travels there.

“Do you want me to magic my clothes off, or do you want me to take them off myself? You seem like a visual person. I don’t want to rob you of the chance to watch a god strip in front of you.”

Lillian, of course, had the luck and lack of morality to be about to have sex with an Asgardian and one who seemed to think he was a god with magic. She wasn’t quite sure he was telling the truth about anything, so she offered,

“You can save your magic for when you are fucking me.”

Loki laughed at her defiance.

“Well, I don’t need magic for that; I am well equipped naturally to please. I’ve had 1,000 years to practice.”

Again, Lillian did not believe that about him.

He unfastened the front of his leather outfit, which seemed rather complicated and official. Lillian wondered if this man was a courier or messenger for the courts, obviously, something to do with talking.

He took off his shirt, and Lillian was stunned.

His body was unlike any man on Earth she had ever been with. At this point, the propranolol she had taken to calm her nerves was waning, and her heart started to beat with the current circumstances. Lillian felt she could see every possible muscle under his pale white skin.

His eyes were a delicate blue; they kept her attention the most, oddly. They offset the striking contrast with Loki’s black hair, which grazed his shoulders in spiraling curls.

When he kicked his leather pants off, he was completely naked. Apparently, on Asgard, men don’t wear underwear. Or maybe it was just this guy.

His cock was massive, just as it had felt when he was pinning her against the bookshelf, but more intimidating now that he was in his statuesque glory.

Instead of giving in to the fear and arousal she was being overwhelmed with, Lillian chose to again say something snarky.

“You know, bragging about your ability before you actually demonstrate it can harm your ability to impress someone….”

Loki heard her, but he also noticed her staring at him with a fierce, unwavering, deeply appreciative glare.

“You can say that, but you like what you see, don’t you?”

He knew Lillian’s heart was racing. He felt how wet she was; his fingers lingered inside her.

“I do like what I see, very much.”

Lillian had no choice but, to be honest once again. Suddenly things seemed like they were taking way too long once again. Much longer, Lillian might change her mind entirely and recoup her professionalism and purpose for this crazy trip.

She spoke up and stepped away slightly.

“Don’t you think we better hurry? I am supposed to be out there still meeting people, and I wouldn’t want to get caught either.”

Loki was indeed very drunk, so she was correct, he better hurry.

“Come here.” he motioned to her.

Loki held her close in his arms, kissing her neck, kissing where the straps of her dress met her warm skin. He gently pushed the material off her shoulders and tugged the rest of her dress until it fell to the wood floor, making a nice pile next to the books. She was now in her Midgardian bra and underwear. She wondered how often he’d seen that?

He picked Lillian up quickly with a surprise; since she wasn’t a tiny thing, this guy definitely worked out. Placing her delicately on the couch, he laid on top of her and pushed her panties aside once again with his long fingers, but this time, he lined his beautiful masterpiece of a cock against her.

“Aren’t you, I mean, do you want me to take off my bra and…,” Lillian shyly wondered aloud as she felt how smooth and hard he was, just almost making his way inside her.

“Nah.”

“No time.”

And with that, Loki lowered his face to Lillian’s neck and pushed himself gently inside her. She gasped. With fury, he found her clit and began moving his fingers around it as he pounded her core. Lillian felt like she was losing consciousness; her thoughts were fleeting; maybe she was too faded to be having sex with the first Asgardian man who gave her some attention…

“Ouch,” Lillian yelped as Loki picked her up by her ass to find a better angle to ram his cock into her.

“Oh…Oh, sorry, am I hurting you, my beauty?”

“You are just a little bigger than I’m used to and honestly, it’s uh, it’s uh…been awhile,” she panted.

“I can tell. Fuuuck. Fuuck.” Loki shouted just as Lillian started yelling in his ear. Usually, that kind of strong reaction would have been incredibly annoying, but Loki immediately loved it.

He felt appreciated and seen.

Lillian was fighting for logic as he pounded her deeper, “Hey, wait, she panted; I’m not on any Earth birth control. Are you on Asgardian birth control?” she queried; who knows if there was even such a thing.

He tried to reply with a few quick breaths, “Oh, don’t worry, Asgardian and Midgardian rarely ever conceive.” He couldn’t hold out any longer; he took a deep breath and came hard inside Lillian.

The intense feeling spurred her orgasm immediately following his; they both gasped for air and were barely able to find any. After several minutes Loki was still breathing heavily, but he found the energy to take his right hand away from behind Lillian’s head and place it on her stomach. This action spurred Lillian from her orgasm coma; with her eyes widening, she saw a faint green light emanating from his fingers. She jumped back from him instinctively.

“What the HELL are you doing?”

Loki spoke, “I know you don’t understand entirely, but I have magic, and I am using it to ensure the insane sex we just had doesn’t produce any illegitimate offspring. It’s to help you feel assured.”

“But you said Midgardian and Asgardian people can’t produce offspring.”

Loki shrugged, “Is caution ever a bad thing with a perfect stranger you just fucked?”

Lillian picked up his hand, pulling it towards her. Inspecting it, “Just checking for LCD lights or something weird like that.”

“I assure you, lady, it was my magic.”

“Well, I agree with what you said earlier; you don’t need it where it matters most.”

Lillian was laughing now, thinking about this gorgeous naked man in front of her, who had just fucked her better than any Earthman had even come close, and he was very inebriated to boot.

“Thank you, you better haste and put your dress back on; I sense the party goers stirring. It’s probably time for dancing, and they will look for me at least.”

“Why would “they” be looking for you?” Lillian said as she pulled her dress over her hips after finding it lying on a copy of “Asgardian herbal treatments for Visitors.”

“Oh, you know. People notice when I’m not around.” Loki said, winking again and maybe trying to cast a line Lillian’s way to see if she’d miss him or if there would be a round two later in the kitchen.

Just as they both looked marginally presentable, and Loki released the magic he had placed on the door lock, Thor burst into the library with his usual exuberance.

“Ah, brother, there you are. And I see you are with the journalist. We’ve been looking for her. Loki, have you two met officially yet?”

Loki and Lillian looked at the floor, to the ceiling, and then back to Thor with equally blank faces.

“Brother?” Lillian finally said aloud.

“Perhaps not then.” Thor laughed and bowed, his leather attire making stretching noises as he bent over.

“Loki, meet Lillian,”

Thor gestured with his long muscular arm toward Lillian. Thor continued, seemingly not noticing their facial expressions, “This is Lillian Devine; she’s here from Midgard to stay with our family. She’s writing a book about us for the Earth people, so we um, are more understandable to them, or something like that.”

“You're writing a book about us?” Loki said coyly.

Why had he thought the journalist was a man? Humored at what had just transpired both in his head and between their bodies, he passed his gaze on to Lillian, waiting for her to somehow help them both out.

“I am appointed by some very official people, I guess, and well, here we are.”

“Here we are.” Loki echoed into space.

He then sharply turned to Thor walking him back towards the library door, “Brother, thank you so much for the lovely introduction. Would you mind getting our guest some more of our special Asgardian punch? I think it might be just what the lady needs on this balmy night. She was just telling me how much she liked it.”

“Balmy? It’s getting chilly outside, brother. Are you feeling okay?” Thor looked over to Lillian, plastering a fake smile across her face with impeccable speed.

Ever the gentleman, Thor walked back to Lillian, “Lady, do you want something more to drink or is my brother speaking out of turn?”

“Oh Thor, sure, thank you. That would be so kind of you.”

“Alright then, I will be back shortly….”

Awkwardly Thor left both Lillian and Loki staring at one another.

“Oh, dear.” Loki finally spoke.

Lillian followed, “I guess I should have asked your name before we had sex?”

“I should have told you my name and who I was. This is my fault. I’m obnoxious and drunk. Would you believe it had been a while since I’ve done anything as crazy as meeting someone at our royal events and fully shagging them during it?”

Lillian wanted to believe Loki, but she wasn’t certain of anything. She had seen the ladies he had been talking to earlier, and she had succumbed to his swagger…

“Maybe?” Lillian finally shrugged while using one of the many library mirrors to check her still slightly messed up hair.

Loki stepped towards her, “I assure you, I am not lying. Much like yourself, It has been quite a while since anyone and especially a while since a human.”

Lillian wondered how to handle this and how to process one of the best orgasms of her life without jumping back into his arms and taking his clothes off once again while being the official royal journalist and having to write about this man!

Loki was also thinking about this new connection he had just made.

“We will be seeing one another quite a bit while you are writing this book, so we better find a way to keep this, us, um you know keep our relationship professional,” Loki offered.

“True enough Prince Loki, I’ll be looking into many closets and sweeping under the stairs, as they say; that’s going to be hard work. We shouldn’t complicate it by, um, continuing anything between us.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean stop seeing one another; we just have to keep it hidden.”

He said with yet another wink. This must be his thing, Lillian thought.

“Oh,” Lillian said, stepping closer to Loki and grabbing him by his leather collar.

“In that case,” she looked over her shoulder quickly to make sure no one was around, and Thor hadn’t yet arrived back with more of the famed Asgardian mead.

She then turned Loki’s head towards hers and kissed him deeply. She spun around and left the open door, leaving Loki speechless for once.

“Wait, what about more punch?” He called to Lillian.

But she was gone, heading back to the ball with a smile bigger than Ohio across her face.

On to Chapter 3