#I wrote fucked up stuff

[elodieunderglass]

I really like the idea that one of the weird lurkers of your blog (like me) just hangs around looking for inspiration to write papers about. Like I realize that's not how it probably actually went down, but 2017 to 2022 seems like a pretty reasonable lead time from reading your post to conducting the research to writing and publishing the paper.

In reference to this:

It’s amusing that the original post only got 22 notes (likes), but when I looked at it again it had 19, which I’m choosing to interpret as the authors sheepishly withdrawing their likes in order to preserve their anonymity.

I think they probably just googled the phrase “friends to lovers pathway” before using it as the title of their paper and pulled up my post, or the other alternative being that the post popped onto their timeline when they were in the early stages of manuscript prep, and it was a moment of academic serendipity. I definitely don’t think I inspired the work in any way - just the quote and title. But it’s funny to imagine being studied.

I should say that I don’t necessarily expect permission to be asked if people intend to prosper or advance their careers from my words or art. However, I do appreciate the courtesy of being told that it’s happened. So far I’ve been quoted in a published book, quoted to name an academic paper, a person is actively selling plushies and other merchandise based on a post of mine while claiming that it’s their intellectual property actually, and screenshots of my work are regularly considered hilarious enough to steal but not pay me for. (the cricket post in particular was screencapped, went viral on Twitter some years ago without reference to me, was shared around BBC journalist twitter, and hundreds of people in the media industry said things like ‘lol we should pay this person to write’ …. in the apparent ignorance of the fact that if they had asked I would probably be open to…. Being paid to write……… and all the other times my posts have broken containment to go viral on other platforms for other people, with comments about how I should be commissioned to write a book; obviously that’s a normal part of online journalism and media, and I’m not naive about it, but it’s a bit much to for these people to be enriching their platforms with screencapped content, without the OP’s knowledge let alone consent, and joking about how they should pay for it or would read a whole book about it, when they’re the only people who could actually do something about it in the nightmare media landscape.) And nobody told me about any of these examples, I always find out by trying to retrieve links to my own stuff, or by friends telling me that someone else has gone so viral with my recognisable work that it got around to them.

Anyway if you do use my stuff in your own stuff, do let me know! I’m not here to prosper, but I am here to connect, and I’m quite willing to link your paper (and write a lay summary for free), buy your book or art, make your acquaintance, promote your work, or just add it to my portfolio - because if I ever DID want to prosper from my work here, which I wouldn’t usually consider except that it is evidently peer-reviewed good-enough-for-others-to-prosper-from, all of that would be valuable and helpful for me to know.

[tianhai03]

some dante doodles that i havent put up here yet

[kurosstuff]

Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader: Courting gone wrong?

Summary: Cassandra likes you, but with how she's "courting" you, you think she's constantly threatening you.

Warning(s): cassandra being a little feral shit, blood, violence, kinda detailed body detatchment(?), death(not readers), one or two dead animals, want to throw up(doesnt happen)

When you first became a maid you learned the rules fast, how to handle yourself around the Dimitrescu's sisters, to not draw attention.

All attention is bad attention no matter how you look at it.

Sure, being around Lady Bela is kinda safer then her sisters-she won't go around killing every maid in her way unless provoked. But even Bela is unsafe. That fact was proven once again when a maid spilt the mop bucket on her, she was shortly make into wine later on for the Lady of the house herself.

Lady Daniela was.. an interesting woman, but with how,, delusional she can be- she will attempt to recreate what she read but if you don't play along... well the mess left a stain for a month.

And the middle child- Lady Cassandra easily the most sadistic and purposefully dangerous of the sisters- be in the same room, possibility of survival is slim- look into her eyes? Speak a little louder then you should? Just sentenced yourself to tormented in a sick twisted game of hers, or if your lucky be personally dragged into the cellar for some wine making by Lady Cassandra herself. Of course it could be random as well-. So the one to look out for is Lady Cassandra from your own experiences with the sisters

Being the personal maid is usually fine as well, people say it's the golden ticket- it's anything but- especially if you so happen to be Lady Cassandra's personal Maid. Then no, it is not fine, out of the sisters-she has gone through the most personal maids, saying "Oh its fine! It's much more fun this way" or "they were far to boring to be my maid." And as her new maid. Well you accepted your fate soon enough, sad as it is- it's only a matter of time.

-

Cleaning her weaponry took longer then it usually does- seems like she had.. fun with her last playmate, the hand in the far back corner gave away the cleanup wasn't that successful. Drawing your attention back to dagger in your hand, a sigh escaped you, the bloody cloth drenching your apron in faded red as you scrubbed taking a moment or to as to wash the cloth in the bucket at your side. Soon enough the dagger looked almost as good as new- minus the damages to the handle itself the blade was shiny as ever.

Placing it down, as you moved to her- new favorite toy-a want to yell in annoyance filled your throat-but you gulped it down least you want unwanted company. A slight creek was heard behind you, looking back it was silent as it was in the room before, going back to cleaning a figure materialized behind you. Like a predator towards their prey, they crept up silently the bloody sickle by their side dripped liquid as they stalked forward, lifting the weapon up, slamming it down beside you- impaling the wood next to your head. A surprised squeak escaped you- a dark chuckle escaped the predator themselves behind you- revealing the one worse of any common predator. Lady Cassandra

"Aww little mouse. Did I scare you?" Snickering she stood back, watching you like a hawk, urging you to say something, all you did was stand up turn and bow not looking her in the eyes just yet- her smirk grew "well well, isn't this a sight. My lovely maid is all bloodied up." Looking at your apron in what sounded like fake concern

"no that will not do. Oh no not at all" Shaking her head slightly, Great seems like she's in a playful mood "the only one allowed to bloody you up is me. Not some dried up toy. Now go wash up" with a wave of her hand "then come back and wash my sickle"

"Of course Lady Cassandra" with that you hurriedly left.

-

Walking the corridors down to your room, was never fun, nor pleasant. Even now from your new room, all personal maids get their own room, sounds nice but not in the slightest. The room is near who they now belong to. Yours is infront of Lady Cassandra's room- something about how if she wants you to come to her, you won't take to long that way.

It's been- two months since you begin to be her personal Maid. One of the few longest who stayed Alive, even longer to not be hurt to much in Lady Cassandra's games. You'd say you'd be proud of it if you didn't want to jinx it. But as of late she seemed to find a new way to torment, one that didn't involve harming physically.

Opening the door, the rotten smell caught your attention first, the bloody mangled thing on your pillow. Your nose wrinkled at the smell- sighing as you walked towards the bed, at least the put the thing on a paper Towel- as if to not bloody your bed. Not sure why she cares now she's bloodied it before.

Grabbing a towel kept close for this reason you picked it up and went to the far garbage bin- looking at the thing in the bin. A cold shudder crept your spine- disgust filled you. If you saw this when you first joined you'd throw up- if not from the sight then the sickening smell.

It was a severed human hand

-

This wasn't the first time she's threanted you in this way, nor will it be the last time.

The first time it happened- whatever you'd wanna call it exactly. You assumed one of the sisters was upset with you. You almost screamed but stopped yourself. Anyone would if they opened their door and saw a dead tattered rabbit on the ground with a bloody letter saying 'Your eyes are pretty' not that great to wake up too. The letter itself also made your heartstop- the unsettling feeling of being watched didn't help either.

And it was a pain to clean as well- scrubbing the carpet until it left a faint pink mark, that took days to leave as well. The rabbit itself you buried in the backyard when you were able. Unknowing of the yellow eyes that watched you do so. The note itself if not bloody would have been sweet, but you threw it away right after, the unknowing threat creeped you out.

You assumed it was Lady Daniela who did this. Couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing. Imagine your surprise from the late, visitor that night

"I see the little mouse didn't like the present left for them?" A question made out to be a demand, sitting on your bed Lady Cassandra scuffed Glaring at you before bringing her attention elsewhere "hm. Your room is to boring. Put some statues in it- like the rabbit" She added fully aware of where it was kept

"Lady Cassandra- I'm very sorry. I didn't know it was you" you didn't wanna say it was a gift from her- cause- that'd be crazy- her of all people give a gift? No way, not in a million years. Even if you wanted it- which weirdly now that you think of it, you hoped it was. It would be much better then have it be some new threatening game of hers. Scuffing she stood, staring down at you before she could say anything-

Her mother called out to her- making her buzz off. Saved by the bell you guessed in a way. Switching aprons quickly you turned and went to your next job.

Cleaning the music room- not belonging just to Lady Bela but Lady Cassandra visits the room from time to time. She refuses to say why, but you have to guess she's good at music-or just liked to listen to it. The noises from the tightly locked room is always pleasant to hear. Luckily you don't have to go to far, opening the door you walked in closing it behind you.

"Well, hello little one." A voice called out, looking back you saw the only other Dimitrescu's who enters here the most- Lady Bela herself sitting at the piano, "Didn't expect to see Cassandra's pet entering here, much less looking healthy" She spoke mumbling the last part, not bothering to look up. She went back to the piano.

"Hello Lady Bela" you greeted before getting started to clean around, a hum was all you got, before a single piano key rung in the room stopping you for a moment, then another before a full on beautiful song started to play. Stealing a quick glance the Lady seemed to be in her element-not a blood filled one but and element anyways. Going back to cleaning all that left was the piano. You weren't allowed to touch the paintings or the music books littering the walls. So it doesn't take that long to clean thankfully

As the final key was hit Lady Bela stood with a silent hum, standing back for you to clean, watching you as you did. Brushing the towel over the keys as you sprayed, gently as to not push them accidentally. You closed of for a moment to clean the top seal of the keys before continuing

"Do you play?" Lady Bela asked suddenly, taking a seat beside you. Glancing at her quickly you went back to cleaning

"Not really my Lady. I've never played, never learned" you answered quickly, leaning forward she tried to catch your full attention.

"No? I can show you-" the door slammed open cutting her off, as a mass of bugs flew towards you both angrily

"What the fuck do you think your doing Bela." Cassandra spoke angrily grabbing you harshly pulling you up in a tight hold on your arm "this is my maid. Get your own damn maid." She hissed out pulling you along with her, once you both exited the room she glared at you- as if you really pissed her off, and in this case? You had.

" 'My Lady'" She mocked seething as she pulled you with her "what are you hers now? Don't like how I treat you so you go run off to the better sibling right?" Turning sharply she pulled you into a room. Her room. Letting you go, you rubbed your wrist slightly- the sight seemed to piss her off more "don't even try to lie to me either, I know it's true" she spoke her voice having a slight waver in it. You had to think quick- or this could be the last day on earth for you

"Lady Cassandra- I meant no offense I don't want to be her maid. I want to be just yours." Just yours, the words echoed in your mind, before you cringed at the thought. Would be disgusted if the younger you found out you'd later love the one who loved to torment you and the others. But luckily it seemed to please her, just a bit but enough.

"Good from now on if you are to clean when I'm in there. If you want to learn you will learn from me. Not some wannabe piano player. Got it" without waiting for a response-not that she'd need it she stalked forward caging you against the wall. "Now. You made me leave my meal behind. You wouldn't mind if I took a quick snack would you?" Lady Cassandra spoke leaning in close, her eyes narrowing as if actually waiting for consent. Nodding your head in agreement she smirked devilishly leaning close to your ear.

"I'll be gentle don't worry"

-

She was in fact not gentle at all.

She bit so hard and took so much you were on bedrest for a whole week- so weak to even stand up, it seemed like Lady Cassandra took pity on you as she carried you to your room, and actually tucked you in. Not before wrapping your neck surprisingly. With this- she was gentle, the blood drinking? No not at all. You were ordered not to talk in the meantime but you could tell she was- stressed. About what? You weren't sure

During the week of your recovery, you still were given threats. But not as bloody as the ones before. Just things made of bone? Or something. Or a random dead bird.

She still seemed to hate you even if she was caring for you? You assumed she was savoring her meal

-

When you were able to move around healthily again, you were given easier jobs for the time being. Just to follow your Lady around for the first part of the morning to cleaning her room. Then follow her to the music room. Then rest. And then repeat for the rest of the week

Lady Cassandra has been even more standoffish and quiet then she usually was. Even going as far as staying as far away from you as she can, even though she herself said you had to be near her when your out of your room. Huffing in annoyance as she fluttered away yet again, you knew where to find her around this time.

Her weapon room

One of the places she goes to most- especially if she feels upset or just wants to entertain herself for a bit. Her safe place. Quickly speedwalking there, you thought up a million things to say to her, to ask her whats the problem-hopefully you'll live, or you'll die trying to care.

Entering the words you rehearsed dried up as quickly as you figured it out. Gulping nervously, Lady Cassandra was currently stabbing a mannequin with her sickle-in a uncoordinated way. You called out to her causing her to stop for a moment. Letting her sickle go she let it stick in the mannequin as she turned to face you.

Guilt

Guilt on her face, not letting her look you in the eyes, the refusal to properly own up to her own personal mistake. She couldn't do it. She couldn't face you. Not look at the bandage on your neck- it was weird she could look at many inhuman horrible stuff and laughs-cause she causes it. But not this time.

Thinking quickly you decided to talk about random stuff that popped up in your head- moving around the room to clean as you did so. Slowly her eyes looked up over at you following you as you worked. "-and I thought it was kinda funny, how the man just gave his wife the animal as a gift and she just- left him? Like-" laughing softly. You gently wiped the scratched up table top. "Who even gives a dead animal as a gift though-?" Speaking the question aloud more so to yourself then the silent company in the room. Turning around back to the mannequin she finally spoke

"I mean. Giving animals and bones are pretty romantic right? Like that courting people do" Lady Cassandra awkwardly said her back turned to you. She seemed more tense then usual

Staying silent for a moment, you couldnt tell what she meant by that, but you assuned she was just confused or making a weird joke "I mean no one court's someone like that- that's for sure" you gave a soft laugh

She froze

"What..?" Turning to face you her face showed complete confusion, as if this was the first she's ever heard of such a thing. "You.. don't give dead animals to people you like for.. courting" She asked dumbfounded "or something like that of course" she hurriedly added.

"Um- yeah no. I'm not sure of anyone who gave such a thing to someone in a courting way" speaking you looked away to beginning cleaning again- failing to see Lady Cassandra's face paling even more then it already was "like for example, my father gave my mom some of her favorite flowers and books everytime he saw her." Explaining more in depth, Lady Cassandra looked more and more embarrassed the more you explained it too her

"Then what do you think I was doing this whole time" Lady Cassandra spoke before she could stop herself. Dropping the rag you turned to face her- seeing a red faced Lady Cassandra a shock too see but not unwelcomed "no. I didn't say that" pointing her pointer finger at you. She grumbled face deep red "no- i- stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"In awe at what I totally didn't say." Huffing she stormed up to you, standing before you eyes locked together once again. "Well? What do you have to say" breaking out of your trance you blinked looking at her before smiling

"Well if I'd known it was in a courting way, I'd tell you, I feel the same" your face felt warm, confessing in a room of weapons was the last thing you thought would happen. Much less to the person you just confessed too. Bringing her hands to your face she pulled you close to her gently, leaning her forehead against yours for a moment before speaking

"..can I kiss you" her voice surprisingly soft, ready to bounce back away if you declined all you did was nod in agreement. Smirking she leaned in-before freezing her breath on your lips. Then pulled away "wait. Hold on" zooming out dragging you with her she brought you to her room, then rushed to the bathroom. Coming back face fresh not a trace of dried or new blood, walking towards you again she led you to sit on the bed beside her. Waiting.

"Cassandra what was the book Lady Daniela gave you advice from?" You asked looking up in her arms, stopping for a moment, she shifted into a swarm of flies buzzing off but returning quickly with a blue book handing it too you. Opening the first page you froze, stiffening a laugh. "Is-is this the book? Are you sure?"

"I'd love to kiss you now If you'd like-" you spoke. Sparking new confidence in the woman who put her hands on your shoulder. Before stopping looking at you. Tilting your head to the side in, biting her bottom lip she moved forwards, eyes fluttering shut as yours did too.

Cold, practically ice cold lips were pressed firmly-yet in an unsure way, soft yet It still kept her rough nature in it. Cradling her face in your hands you brought her closer. Her lips warming up the longer they stayed against yours. A buzzlike pur vibrated from the back of her throat. Smiling against her your arms moved to wrap around her neck, her hands moved to your waist rubbing comfortably under your shirt a bit. Pushing you down gently, never once breaking the kiss she moved to straddle your hips biting playful at your bottom lip before pulling away, smiling in a uncharacteristically gentle happy way down at you

"That was lowly Lady Cass-"

"Just call me Cassandra. We practically made out so safe to say you can drop the formality" Cassandra snickered moving to lay next to you. An arm snaked under you pulling you almost on top of her-the other moved around your waist hugging you in a way.

"If I only followed that book Daniela gave me. Then we'd been here sooner" Cassandra spoke a buzz like pur escaping her throat as she did. Putting your head under her chin you smiled- but then curiosity caught up to you. Leaning back as much as she'd allow you looked over at her

"Yes. It is why. What's so funny?

"This is a book about how to see signs if a cat likes you."

[sleepymccoy]

Magical lesbian Hallmark Christmas film

establishing scenes

Talia works for a town planning firm in the Big City and doesn't take holidays. Chooses to spend her Christmas time off going to a small town that won this years' best town design award. Scene with her two colleagues Sam (handlebar moustache, openly gay, clearly friends) and Winifred (her boss) ribbing her for taking her time off in such a shit way

A scene in Beautiful Small Town with four characters; Althena (short and plumb, beautiful, witch), Nyx (wears light dresses and leather jackets, glares a lot), Phil (Nyx's husband, super normal lumberjack), and Martha (old lady, looks like Mrs Claus). They're decorating the big tree in town centre. Some tension between Nyx and Martha, establish that Nyx will not allow harm to come to the tree (it is planted and alive). Phil keeps bringing eggnog. Althena is mostly cheerful and handing out food. People love her food

Talia arrives in town and is thrown by how Christmassy it is. Goes to the hotel run by Attractive Man Lucas. Insert scenes such as Talia reluctantly eating a slice of Christmas pudding with a coffee.

First arc (meeting and set dynamics)

Probably lighting the fairy lights on the big christmas tree on December 6. Althena offers Talia some gingerbread cookies but she says no, causes gossip. Nyx is pissed off, no one's sure why incl Phil. Lucas is quite attentive to Talia and tries to explain why it's rude to refuse gingerbread. Talia has a too-long scene with an old guy who refuses to break character out of being Santa, it's quite awkward. Everyone is shown cheering up when they eat the gingerbread cookies, like exaggeratedly smiling as they chew (this is witch magic, yall)

Nyx and Talia have a scene where they meet and we discover that Talia is a changeling child that replaced Nyx when they were toddlers. They don't get along, Nyx doesn't forgive her and implies she was in foster care for quite a while after Talia stole her family

Talia gets a tour of town with Lucas, they're getting along well. This scene shows Talia working and looking into the town layout and planing and so forth

Talia remeets Althena a few times and they find out things about each other. Althena has a reindeer (who's out on loan, implied her reindeer is one of Santa's real ones). Talia knows a lot about appropriate plumbing for pipes that need to freeze safely. Althena doesn't like wearing pants. Talia likes to hand weave baskets. Plenty of scenes that have borderline magic use from Althena. Clearly show more chemistry between Talia and Althena than between Talia and Lucas.

Relationship shifts

Talia gets caught in a snow storm and nearly freezes to death. Saved by Althena who is fairly unimpressed, but takes care of her. They spend two days together without power warming up by the fire unable to contact anyone. During this, Althena gives Talia a few foot massages to make sure she doesn't lose her toes (this is played with sexual tension) and Talia learns to make Althena's coffee perfectly (nutmeg included). Some nearly kissing scenes and real domestic bliss vibes. Scenes with Talia saying she's never been so relaxed and happy. Althena is shown often just watching Talia do something, big heart eyes.

During this time, Nyx arrives cos although she's pissed at Talia she's heard from Lucas that Talia's missing and is searching town to find her. She's checking with Althena cos Althena is a witch and can casts spells and shit. Althena is worried about what Talia will think of Nyx askign her - she doesn't want to admit to being a witch but there's not really any other reason for Nyx to have come here. Talia is trying to keep her changeling thing under wraps. Nyx is annoyed that Talia knows she was worried.

Miscommuniction

Althena returns Talia to the hotel once the snows stops. Lucas is very relieved and admits he called Talia's emergency contact, but in error he says "I called your boyfriend". Talia corrects him, but Althena has already heard boyfriend and left. Talia doesn't really clock this cos she's pretty tired

Her colleague Sam arrives, he's very pleased Talia isn't dead. He stays for a few days. He and Lucas have a very straight forward flirt into relationship dynamic in the background of scenes

Talia and Nyx meet up and Talia explains how her life has been - her parents always knew she wasn't their kid and once she turned 18 she left and they've never reached out. Nyx is kind but pretty closed off. Talia expresses a wish for family, but Nyx is already happy with her one with Phil and doesn't need her

Althena comes by and gives the hotel a Christmas cake. Talia is very happy to see her and offers to join her as she visits everyone in town to drop off cakes. Althena offers to let Talia stay behind and enjoy time with Sam while he's here, but Talia laughs it off (without explaining) and joins her. They have a lovely time but Althena is clearly pining while Talia is rather blithely enjoying a nearly-date. They talk about Sam for a bit, Talia says they know each other through work, and Althena prods no further. Nothing is cleared up. This scene offer the opportunity to return to any one off characters we've introduced and give them a bit more presence without making them main side characters

Scene where Sam needs to go back to the Big City, but he's got a crush on Lucas so he's talking to Talia about how to handle that. She makes a crack about having the same issue and Sam gets very curious and fully guesses correctly (they're not subtle) and makes a jokey suggestion about opening an office together out here

A scene where Talia goes for something quite romantic (maybe asks Althena on a date) and Althena rejects her totally cos she's now sure that it's her cheerful-making cooking that is making Talia like her. Cos good people don't cheat, her magic is making Talia want to cheat. Maybe she has a straight forward convo about this with Mrs-Claus-look-alike who's also a witch to make it canon. Cos Talia had like two days straight of eating Althena's food in the snow storm, so Althena is like. Worried shes accidentally roofied Talia.

The correction

Lucas talks to Nyx's husband Phil about his crush on Sam. This news gets to Nyx, who passes it onto Althena who is sure it's gotten mixed up cos Lucas surely would never homewreck. She decides to talk to Lucas about it directly and he corrects her misunderstanding

Althena is still very unsure about the whole thing. She's still feeling pretty bad about dosing Talia with happy-magic-food. It's just something she does during Christmas to keep the mood in town wonderful! This all was an accident. So she keeps her distance

The Christmas Miracle (dating)

Lucas and Sam make out pretty easily, it's very cute. Maybe they have a bit too much brandy and there's some awkward conversation about how Sam will be going back home, but they keep kissing and fade to black

I think Talia and Nyx have another chat where Nyx has calmed down and accepts Talia as a sister. They were both unwilling participants in the changeling swap and neither is happy with how it turned out for them. So they'll try to be sisters. They hug

Althena and Talia meet at the christmas eve whole town event. Althena is weirdly refusing to offer Talia any of her food. Talia finally takes her behind the tree to have a chat in private about what's going on. Althena dodges it and explains she thought Sam was her boyfriend. Talia corrects her as well, she's all relieved, but that's not the only issue as we know. Talia openly eats one of Althena's gingerbread cookies in front of her and Althena freaks out and smacks it out of her hands. Cue a fucked up admission of dosing the entire town with happy magic that would be incomprehensible if Talia didn't already believe in fairies and witches.

Talia finally gets a word in edgewise and says she's fairy-born and was swapped with Nyx as a child. Althena takes a moment and realises that means her magic wouldn't affect Talia. She's immune. Cue her getting halfway through sentences while Talia cheerfully agrees. "you mean when you asked me on a date you were-" "yes" "and when you went to kiss me, that was-" "yes!" "and the way you looked at me in the cabin was really-" "Yes!!!" They get kinda over excited and keep eagerly approaching each other and stepping away cos they're just so damn into each other now. Basically, they end up knocking the giant Christmas tree over and decorations go everywhere.

This could be a christmas disaster, but it's Hallmark so the tree lands safely and the decorations just fly off and sit like beautiful adornments on the townspeople instead. All tinsel necklaces and broken bits of large baubel as hats. It's cute, not terrifying. Nyx is seen with Phil inspecting the roots of the tree to see if it's still alive and okay (we'll say it is, it's in a giant pot and got knocked over in one piece i guess). Talia and Althena kiss admist pine needles. Sam and Lucas kiss. Phil returns with a crane (he's like this, maybe that's a running joke - Phil has anything you need) and picks the tree up, he and Nyx kiss.

Epilogue

New years day, Nyx is pregnant and Phil runs through town on foot telling everyone. We get little scenes of people being interrupted as he barges in and tells them.

He goes to a new office for the town planning whatever company Talia and Sam are from, Sam is setting up the office front while Lucas flirts with him.

Talia and Althena are interrupted while just absolutely making out. That's the final scene

[autisticsonic]

I would like to here about the au

u and someone else asked so I shall deliver!!! I'll try to like, format it well. Disclaimer: this is an old ass au that I just today picked back up again and I'm still working on fleshing it out the parts I left out when I was a teenager

Also warnings: abuse, abduction, child death, trauma, and other stuff that'd happen in a lab that experiments on fucking kids

Also, bc this is the internet and ppl are dumb sometimes, no I do not take any enjoyment out of writing such settings. This was all expanded upon solely because I like when the character's different traumas and quirks can be linked back to specific causes.

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So there was this organization, called Agartha Labs, that was fascinated by Project Shadow, and were already like, morally fucked up. They lived in a pretty sizable underground lab (hence the name).

They wanted to exceed the results of that project, creating multiple super mobians, that would specialise in more specific skills/powers. Raising multiple kids from birth wasn't in anyone's favour though, so they picked up some kids (ages 4 and up) from orphanages and decided to get started on them. About a dozen.

All the poor kids died within a few months. The augmentation was too rushed, their new abilities pushed too far, and their bodies gave out. With that lesson, they would take 2-3 years, slowly and steadily working on the kids' biological modifications, to not overload them, whilst basically abusing the hell out of them, to make them perfect little pawns. They went as far as purposely traumatizing the kids with a specific fear, to just scare them into compliance, if they misbehave.

If the mods didn't kill the kid in those years, they moved on to the testing phase, which included gradual training of whatever changes they made to them.

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There's more details abt their shit practises, but let's just move onto Sonic!

Poor guy was kidnapped at 6 years old, along with ███ ████ ███████ ██████.

"Project no. 38: Mach 1 (mk. III)

There are some mobians, that naturally have a power of speed, but they can't exceed 120 km/h, and they can only do it for a few, maybe a dozen seconds, before they begin to badly overheat and become unable to catch up on breath. The projects goal was actually to have the subject reach 200 km/h, for those few seconds, and to be able to sustain ~100 km/h for a more considerable time. They just called it Mach 1 cuz it sounded good, and they didn't believe actual sound speed was possible for an organic being. He's called "mk. III", cuz they tried with 2 other kids, which are... dead.

Well, with Sonic they managed! But they saw more promise, as he didn't show any damage after reaching these 2 goals. So they pushed him further, but unbeknownst, they didn't have much time left.

When Sonic was around 10, the labs have been raided by police/military and the like, who FINALLY got wind of this hell. They arrested everyone, and tried to secure all the still living kids, but some of them just panicked and either ran off, or fought their way out of their hands. Sonic was one of the former, no surprise there. He ran as fast as he could, and swore to never look back.

He went on to become the hero we know, whilst burying his trauma so deep, he even forgot all about it. His childhood is a complete blank to him, but he's fine keeping it that way, even if some of the habits and mindsets he picked up back then still manifest to this day. Obviously he's also exceeded their expectations significantly.

Sadly, eventually he had to face his childhood again, in the worst circumstances possible.

[bonesbuckleup]

Hey Like a Hinge Like a Wing fans

Since a few people have asked over the last few months and I think I finally got the first chapter set yesterday (though I'm not gonna post the fic until I have at least, like 80% written), please enjoy these opening lines from the Like a Hinge, Like a Wing follow up. (Note: as previously mentioned, my writing process is, as the poets say, a shitshow, so if these lines don't end up in the version that ultimately gets posted, I do not want to hear about it. Deal? Deal. Anyway. Happy New Year, etc etc):

Twenty minutes after he almost beats his neighbor to death, Jason sits alone in the cave and clumsily tries to wrap his own hands. His knuckles are split and bruised. His sloppy and angry hits are the only thing that Jason regrets about what just happened. He does not regret how he found William Drake packing a Tesla to run away, already bleeding heavily from a pre-existing gunshot wound in one shoulder and what looked like a bite chewed out of one wrist. He doesn’t regret coming up behind the man, grabbing a handful of his hair, and slamming his face into the window of that Tesla. He doesn’t regret any of the kicks, the punches, the throws that followed. Jason definitely does not regret that William Drake pissed himself as Jason hogtied him with zips and left him for the cops to find, propped up on a probably broken hip and an absolutely shattered knee. No. Jason doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t, and he won’t pretend to, and that’s what’s going to push Bruce over the edge when he gets back. It’s going to be like Felipe Garzonas all over again, if not worse, and Jason’s too fucking depleted from the past two days to soothe Bruce’s ego and act like he’s upset that something painful happened to someone monstrous. Besides. Let Bruce be mad. Let him take Robin, like he did after Garzonas. That’s not what matters tonight. What matters tonight is Tim.

[apollos-boyfriend]

👽 - is c!purpled a part of the “manipulated minors” dynamic? (i hope i'm not too late; geniuenly intrested in your opinion on this)

not too late at all!! let’s get into this

for me, no. purpled is not a part of the “manipulated minors” dynamic for very specific reasons. the biggest being that c!purpled was not actually manipulated. he was used, yes, multiple times even, but manipulation is not on the table. people tend to place his “manipulator” as c!quackity, which i feel like if c!purpled heard about that, he’d be offended that people even thought someone like c!quackity could manipulate him. did c!quackity try? absolutely. that’s what the UFO play was for. and sure, he got into c!purpled’s head, but c!quackity’s speech was not why c!purpled joined last nevadas. he didn’t join because c!quackity promised to build him a legacy. he joined to build himself one by taking down c!quackity and everything he ever loved. manipulation was attempted, sure, but he didn’t fall for it, at least not in the way c!quackity intended. (he fell for the overall message: he had no legacy, the server forgot about him, but he didn’t fall for the solution being joining c!quackity.)

another important distinction is that, unlike c!bench, c!purpled’s trauma is more abstract in origin. c!tommy’s can be traced to being a child soldier, to pogtopia, to exile; c!tubbo’s can be traced to being a child soldier, to the red festival, to being a president so young; and c!ranboo’s can be traced to his memory loss, his fear of himself enderwalking, and what he witnessed during exile/new l’manberg. (note: i’ve had people tell me i’ve mislabeled the origin of c!ranboo’s trauma before, so i apologize if it’s still a bit incorrect!) c!purpled’s doesn’t have a clear moment. there’s no definining event that caused his trauma. it was just the way of the sever, the way time passed and everyone moved on from him, the way he was never able to grow close or form roots. so when people try to group him in with the manipulated/traumatized minors dynamic, it falls short, because op tends to have a misunderstanding of why he acts the way he does, and what he was like beforehand. don’t get me wrong—many things he does are a result of his trauma and a response to that—but unlike c!bench, he’s naturally a reclusive bastard. he doesn’t really have a “soft” side that got cast aside so he could survive his trauma, he’s always been kind of a dick. he’s not a terrible person in the slightest, that’s in no way what i’m saying, he’s just always been and always will be more opportunistic and self-preserving as opposed to anything else.

as one last thing, c!purpled’s story is different in the sense that it doesn’t center around his age. yes, it’s tragic that someone so young has had to turn so cold to survive, but his age isn’t really the tragedy. with c!bench, their ages are always forefront. c!tommy being a child is a huge part to his dynamic with c!dream, as c!dream is able to tear away the childhood and youth and there’s a constant theme of games and playfulness becoming warped. c!tubbo being a child is a huge part to his arc as a president and spy, as there’s a constant reminder by the rest of the cast about how he’s too young to be undergoing such things, and his age and lack of experience is what allows other characters to use him to their advantage. and c!ranboo is a mixture of the both—he himself points out his age quite often, as seen in the cookie outpost conflict. c!purpled isn’t that. his story doesn’t hinge on a childhood being taken away; the inexperience of someone his age; the warping and bastardization of childhood and youth. his story would be completely unchanged if he was any older. were it not for his age, he would be treated like any of the other las nevadas recruits, such as c!fundy. but because his cc is so young, that becomes the forefront of his character to most of the fandom, despite it not mattering to his overall characterization in the slightest.

dream smp lore discourse ask game!

[kimbapisnotsushi]

thinkin' about how like. it's implied that ushijima's dormmate is possibly just an average student and not one of his fellow teammates and that's SO fucking funny to me. bc it's ushijima wakatoshi. he's the pride of shiratorizawa! he's intimidating and tall and the poor unknown roomie is too scared to tell him that he snores horribly loud bc ushijima looks like he could bench press him. unknown roomie tries to start a convo of "hey, how's your day going?" and ushijima responds with "fine :|" and cue the cricket noises. unknown roomie asks ushijima if he needs help to try and get along with him despite being terrified and gets questions like "i'm going to get boba and i don't know what flavors are good, can you tell me?" and unknown room blinks bc he'd been thinking more like calculus hw or something but sure, no problem. unknown roomie asks about ushijima's favorite things and even tho the answers are short and straightforward, at least he's getting somewhere and 'maybe ushijima doesn't hate me after all'. unknown roomie who comes to realize that ushijima is just kind of awkward but sincere in all his efforts, and unknown roomie figures 'okay, sure, sometimes it's just like that' and rolls with it, figures they don't have to be friends, just that if they can continue to get along then they'll be fine. unknown roomie who is surprised when ushijima's teammates approach him and ask him to come to a game, since ushijima wanted to but wasn't sure how bc - unknown roomie has learned all these things about him, kept hanging out with him, is the only person outside of the vbc to take the time to learn about ushijima past the stoicism and silence, but ushijima still doesn't know much about unknown roomie, and ushijima thinks 'he's been such a good friend to me and i want to be one for him', is what the vbc members tell unknown roomie.

and unknown roomie remembers all the times ushijima has brought him back something from a trip out to the convenience store, all the energy bars left on his desk and the sticky notes about proper hydration, all the times he's left sweaters and t-shirts thrown around the floor to find them neatly folded on his bed, when he's collapsed face-first into his pillow and wakes up to find the blanket drawn over him on cold nights, all the serious "good mornings" and "good nights" every single day, and dammit no those are NOT tears in his eyes but he smiles and tells the others, sure, he'd love to see ushijima play.

[peachcitt]

oh my god college life

[moonpaw]

as a treat after reading parallels, here’s all the maiko panels in my upcoming animatic so far:

[deadrlngers]

i think the Thing that makes vhanya's tragedy so..tragic to me is her youth. but not in a 'omg dying young, she had so much to live :(' which is. well rip to her. but more like every single mistake she does is in a way..normal. like mistakes you do when you're a teen and are sooo dumb but make you learn and they shouldn't weight too much or more like. they shouldn't have you pay a too expensive price. while vhanya's mistakes aren't looked at with kindness, there's no Understanding. she walks around with her rage and tears like she's screaming "i'm still learning!! don't i deserve some kindness?" and instead of a "it's okay that you fucked up, we can fix this" it's mistakes that shape forever her future without any way to rewind and idk it gets me </3

[greenbergwrites]

For smutty Sunday, I saw this p*rn today called Boy for Sale and it basically involved this absolute daddy of a top inspecting and testing out his brand new boy and honestly I felt DRUNK watching it! It was so much body worship, obedience, edging and praise! I would love to see your take on that sort of scenario if you please 👉👈 like maybe set in a different timeline like Edwardian or even Ancient Greece or Rome??

You sent this to me over a year ago, and I love it so goddamn much, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this prompt 

I’ve tried to fill it multiple times but I could never decide how I wanted this to go. I still don’t have a set path, but I’m gonna try to just write and see what happens, because I want to fill it. Worth a shot, right?

Also, it’s A/B/O because--well, you should expect this from me by now.

--

The boy was beautiful. It was no wonder the handler saved this room for last.

“A treat,” he’d promised, in that conspiratorial voice that was meant to make you think you were special, that not everyone was allowed to see what you were about to view. James knew better, but he’d entertained it nonetheless.

Now, he was glad. 

Amid a sea of vividly colored pillows and furs, a treasure the likes of which he’d never seen was nestled. Hair the color of gold fanned over a pillow of red, eyelashes of a shade darker fanned over fine cheekbones. Porcelain skin flushed the most attractive pink from the afternoon’s heat. A delicately built body curled in on itself, covered in only a light blue tunic made from a gauzy, sheer material.

The scent of him filled the room, and it was sweet. Inviting. 

As the handler drew closer to his nest, his sandals slapping against the dusty, stone floor, the Omega sluggishly blinked open eyes that would put even the purest sapphire to shame.

He looked first to the handler and then to James. Slowly, he pushed himself up. There was nothing particularly seductive about his posture or his scent, but as he watched the Omega rub sleep from his eyes, James found himself seduced nonetheless.

Already, he knew this was the one. The Omega he would take. He would have no other, and he would allow no other to have this boy.

“Up,” the handler said. It irritated James, how unkind he sounded.

He pointed to a battered, circular rug in the middle of the room. Each of the previous rooms had had one, too. It was where each occupant might best be viewed.

Silently, the Omega left his nest and went. When he stepped onto the rug, he gracefully sank to his knees. It wasn’t what the others had done, and somehow, that made it special.

James walked the edge of the rug, as if he hadn’t already made his decision. Viewing the boy from every angle, and finding himself enchanted by each one.

“He is our newest one,” the handler was saying. “But a treat, as I said, no? Freshly of mating age, a runt sent to us from a secluded pack in the mountains. They raise their Omegas according to the old ways. He is entirely untouched. A rarity, but I must warn you, it comes at a price. Untouched also means untrained, my Alpha.”

A runt. James had known the boy was small, even for an Omega, but he hadn’t dreamed--

A runt, and they’d just sent him away. Sent him here, to be chosen by just any Alpha.

An Omega like this should have been jealously hoarded, his mate meticulously vetted to make sure he would be properly cared for. 

Even if he hadn’t already chosen this boy, James would have taken him just to protect him.

He squatted down in front of the Omega, reaching out to offer his exposed wrist. The boy glanced at it, and then slowly lifted his gaze to James.

James smiled and nodded. 

“Take my scent, pup,” he encouraged gently.

Hesitantly, the Omega obeyed. His nose brushed against James’ wrist as he inhaled once, twice, three times. A soft breath escaped his lips as he shuddered, and then he pressed closer, inhaling again.

After a fourth time, he sat back on his heels, his breathing uneven and his blue eyes glassy.

“How did it make you feel?” James asked, brushing his fingers through the boy’s hair.

“Warm,” the boy said, his voice just as soft and sweet as the rest of him. He pressed a hand to his lower stomach. “In my--in my belly. Here.”

A rumble of approval vibrated James’ chest. He let his knuckles brush against a smooth cheek. The boy shivered again.

“And my touch?” He asked. “How does that make you feel?”

There was no need to ask. With every word and every touch, every passing second where the boy was close to his scent, his own scent grew heavier with arousal. It tickled James’ nose, invited him to topple the boy and mount him.

Soon, he promised himself. Soon, but not yet.

“Good,” the boy breathed out, those pretty eyelashes fluttering. “And--and bad.”

That drew James up short. He slowly withdrew his hand, eyebrows knitting together. The boy whined, trying to follow his touch, and that only confused him more.

“Bad?” He asked.

The boy blinked up at him, a need swirling in his blue eyes that James wanted to answer.

“It hurts when you stop, Alpha,” he said plainly, so openly vulnerable, innocently unaware of how such vulnerability could be taken advantage of outside these walls and in the wrong hands.

James cupped his cheek again. 

“Then I won’t stop,” he promised. He caressed the boy’s cheek and then his neck, letting his fingers curl at the base of his skull to lightly scratch. The boy fell into the touch beautifully, another shudder of pleasure wracking his lithe body.

“Alpha,” he gasped sweetly, blindly reaching out, clutching at James’ arm. “Alpha, please.”

“Look at me, pup.”

The boy’s head lolled forward, resting against James’ forearm. He already looked pleasure drunk. It riled every instinct James had, in both good and bad ways. A few touches shouldn’t do this to anyone, not even an Omega. Not even when that touch was from an Alpha.

“Is it true, what he said?” He asked gently. “Are you untouched?”

A clumsy nod. “Yes, Alpha.”

“How untouched, pup? Did you wrestle with your Omega packmates? Did you hug each other? Pile up under the moon, maybe?”

The boy shook his head. “We weren’t allowed,” he said.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line. Touch-starved. His little mate had been denied even the most innocent of touches. Deprived of one of the most important senses to their kind, but especially to Omegas. They thrived under the touch of their packs.

The pack Alpha responsible for this should be stripped of his title. Banished, punished in the worst of ways. 

The Omega shrank a little, obviously feeling his displeasure.

“Am I bad, Alpha?” He whispered.

“No, pup,” James promised. He drew the Omega forward, kissing between his brows. “Nothing about you is bad.”

The handler made a furious noise, but any words of protest were silenced by James’ glare. 

“Find my second,” he ordered. “Discuss the necessary details with them. I wish to leave as soon as possible.”

The handler hesitated, looking between James and the Omega. “Then you--”

“Yes,” James snapped. “Now go.”

When they were finally alone, he let his gaze return to the boy, his glare melting into something infinitely softer.

“What’s your name, pup?”

“Steve,” the boy said. And then, before James could reply in kind, he blurted, “Don’t leave, Alpha. Please.”

James smiled and kissed his forehead again.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he soothed. “You’re coming with me.”

[eugeniedanglars]

lord help me i'm about to become the patient every doctor hates and argue with my psychiatrist based on google

[robotpussy]

jumped out of my seat when a axl rose getting angry compilation started playing this is what i get for watching a bunch of slash interviews

[michaelmilligan]

S.C.I.E.N.C.E. ? 🥺

- @mansplainmanipulatemalewife

If I actually get my ass to edit, you could be getting the next part still this year. Unfortunately, my brain is not cooperating at the moment. 😔

But let it be known that there will be wings involved this time. 🥰

[searidings]

What season was current when you started watching SG?

i was waaaaay late to this clown convention bro 5a was airing as i was catching up on five years of lesbians!!!