#I've been thinking about getting back into the series

[yvesdoee]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jujutsu kaisen fic recommendations ( sfw ! ) ft. gojo , geto , nanami , toji

hi ! :) these are my personal recommendations, might contain suggestive content but nothing too explicit. and these are mostly drabbles because it’s hard to find swf oneshots or series, i’m sorry :3 also most of the fics are fluff

╰┈➤ gojo satoru

✧.* the great war ( @satorulovebot ) got me FUCKING SOBBING THIS IS NOT OKAY. don’t read this in a good mood, it will ruin your day ( not in a bad way tho, this is so good, one of my favs on this app, dk why this isn’t popular )

✧.* how to fake date a doctor ( @lostfracturess ) i know there is a really suggestive content(no smut tho), but :( it’s too wonderful

✧.* i know you still think about the times we had ( @/saetoru ) angstyy but happy ending

✧.* we can dip, if you’re ready ( @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ) unrequited love trope is one of my favorites ….

✧.* yandere!gojo ( @gojoest ) i’m not usually into yandere stuff, but this drabble is really good

✧.* this is home ( ryowritten ) this is rb link because the original blog isn’t available, i’m sorry. but you should definitely read this

✧.* husband!satoru x pregnant!reader ( @sanemistar ) this is soo so sweet ;(

✧.* crybaby ( @suhtorus ) another sweet tooth rotting drabble

✧.* dad!satoru ( @cute-sucker ) aaand another one!

✧.* #needthis ( @kentwos ) this is not the title .. lol

╰┈➤ fushuguro toji

✧.* valentines day ( @lemonlover1110 ) ft. megumi fushiguro ;)

✧.* argument ( @lymtw ) reader is SO ME …… ugh i love hurt/comfort (also read author’s other works please they’re amazing)

✧.* lockedup!fushiguro ( @animamii ) please read this series, this is veryyy good

✧.* bad dream ( @stellawish ) i love love dad!toji

✧.* toji fushiguro is no blind man ( @kissitbttr ) veery suggestive but also very good ;)

✧.* dad!toji drabble ( @kashverse ) this person got a huge amount of fluff drabbles of many characters and their works are freaking amazing

✧.* toji fushiguro had no intentions of getting married again ( @starmapz ) i’m actually rereading it like once in three days no jokes

✧.* olderboyfriend!toji ( @tojibnuy ) i audibly giggled btw

✧.* acts of service ( @levisjinchuriki ) like i said , i love hurt/comfort and this oneshot is amazing

✧.* toji with pregnant wife ( @onehundredelevven ) ughh this is so cute i’m gonna die

✧.* when you caught flowers on the wedding ( @pepperyduck ) it made me want to attend someone's wedding …unfortunately i've never been to one 🥲

✧.* one step forward, two steps back ( @jjk4isen ) this is just cruel.

╰┈➤ nanami kento

✧.* jealous nanami ( @shebrewscoffee ) this is SO nanami i love it

✧.* olderhusband!nanami ( @vampyhvnt ) this is canon actually ….

✧.* evening walks were sacred in the nanami household ( @kashverse )

✧.* nanami is part danish ( @iid-smile ) this is very sweet i’m actually exploded

✧.* his protégé ( @augustinewrites )

✧.* my wife ( @chastiefoul ) you could tell nanami is very married

✧.* heart attack ( @iid-smile )

✧.* disturbed sleep ( @iid-smile )

✧.* nanami bittersweet ( @/creamflix ) i’m sorry this is a rb link too .. and this one HURTS

✧.* the secret wife ( @chuluoyi ) hehe i love this .. you should also read love entries ( gojo ) from this author <3 this is very good

✧.* yuji after anesthesia ( @unabletonotlovesatoru ) this is healing my btw ..

╰┈➤ geto suguru

✧.* the paint doesn’t move the way the light reflects ( @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ) OOH I LOVE LOVE ROYALTY AU AND THIS IS SO SWEET AND CUTE OMG

✧.* i love you, i love you (kill me in the morning) ( @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat )

✧.* six degrees of separation ( @starmapz ) best geto series imo ….

✧.* i crumble completely when you cry ( @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat ) arctic monkeys mentioned ⁉️ but seriously this is AWESOME also if you want some good geto fics please check this blog and read their works

✧.* i dream, now, of a normal life with you ( @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat )

✧.* suguru drabble ( @jjk4isen )

✧.* baby, my baby ( @sugudoe ) this is a smau including geto, gojo and nanami, AND THIS IS SOO AMAZING LIKE OML did i mentioned that i LOVE hurt/comfort ??

✧.* twin dad and teacher geto ( @slttygeto )

✧.* teacher!geto with pregnant wife ( @slttygeto ) teacher suguru ..teacher suguru ….

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE WORKS ! ALL CREDITS TO THE AUTHORS <3

[juletheghoul]

dignitas

a/n: I don't even know what to say, honestly. I made a really honest post a few days ago about some hardships I've been experiencing and the support I received brought me to tears so many times. I don't think I can ever really put into words how grateful I am for this community, all I can say is thank you, and that I hope you all know what you mean to me. Hope you enjoy 💕xo (ps. I googled wedding practices in Ancient Rome, and girls used to be married off as young as 14-insane I know-)

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, parental fluff, Marcus being a total suck for his daughter, pregnancy and baby stuff, childbirth and some graphic descriptions of pain, brief mention of infertility, **character death / grief** allusions to underage sexual abuse (typical of the time), sexist violence against a slave, **angst / hurt / comfort** Girlwife is putting her foot down, and her husband is here for it, bullshit politics, let me know if I missed any!

This is the fic I referenced in this preview

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 7.3k 😅

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He crouches down, heart in his throat at the sight of her standing on her own two feet. 

“Come, that’s it my little flower–” He holds his hands out, shifting to his knees before them, his wife holds her up, keeping her steady. He claps his hands, getting her attention and when she smiles big his heart melts. 

“Go on Diana, go on–” Her mother encourages, helping her with the first two steps before carefully letting her go. He watches her little form sway, watches as her mother hovers behind her. Diana looks down at her feet before toddling over, taking her first steps. He holds his breath, nodding and smiling at her until she makes it into his arms. His body fills with light, pride and emotions swirling wildly. 

“You have done it!” He gets up, twirling her. Her mother, his wife, stares at them in awe, tears shining and he goes to her, gathering his whole world in his arms. 

-

She’s running, it felt like not a moment ago she was small enough to fit within both palms of her fathers hands and now she’s running!

“Diana! Slow down little love, you will hurt yourself.” Her giggle echoes through the house, setting the dogs to chase after her as she covers much of the ground in the peristyle. 

Marcus beams at her, crouching down and holding out his arms for her as she speeds up, stumbling and falling down but getting back up  just as quick before the dogs can lick her face and crashes into his embrace. He burrows his face into her neck, kissing and tickling her until she screams with joy.

“Papa!” She screams, joyous and happy.

“Yes my little sunbeam, look at you, running! Gods above, where has the time gone?” his eyes glaze while she squirms within his grip, already eager to be back on the ground. Her attention lands on you then, turning from her father who watches in awe as she runs towards you, little robes and brown waves rustling. 

With a huff of laughter she collides with your legs, her arms outstretched and you lift her up, resting her on your hip. The dogs chase each other, excited and happy.

“You are a wild little thing, my feral child.” You kiss her full cheeks, relishing the sounds of her voice, the giggles that escape before she yawns. “Time for your rest–” Marcus has reached you then, and he presses his lips to the crown of her head again before you hand her to Sabina–the matronly woman who has become her nurse. 

Marcus watches her go, curled up against Sabina, head resting on her shoulder. 

“She is getting too big, growing far too quickly.” 

“She is indeed, getting wilder and bolder every day. She is too like her father.” 

He huffs out a laugh, wrapping himself around your back to lay his chin upon your shoulder. You can almost hear the crinkle in his eyes. 

“Is she now? And here I thought she was the very picture of her mother.” He presses his lips to your neck, “I have some matters to see to, but I will try to be very quick. Shall we take advantage once I am finished?” His hands squeeze at your waist and you cannot help but sigh, and turn in his arms. 

“If you can be quick, then taking advantage sounds like a wonderful idea.” Your hand slips down, sliding over his robes until you cup his manhood, giving it a little squeeze. The low rumble that comes out of his mouth makes your heart race. 

“Don’t keep me waiting.” You press a chaste kiss to his mouth, so innocent compared to where you hold him and he smiles into it. 

“Understood, my Sun.” 

When he finds you after having completed his work, Diana screams in your arms, wriggling to be let go. He grins, resigned to have missed his window of opportunity.

“Yes yes, very well.” You put her down and she runs to him once again, warmth fills your whole being to see them together. She is a tiny little slip of a thing in his arms, her hands barely cover his cheeks but he looks at her as though she hung the stars. 

He speaks to her softly and presses kisses to her temple, he listens to her baby babble, the words she can speak clearly now and the ones she cannot yet pronounce.

“You had a very short rest today my little love.” His words are soft, but you laugh at them when his eyes find yours. He smiles and a little sadness creeps in then, sadness that you cannot give him more of this, more babies, more little ones to carry on his name. It is a tragedy that you cannot give him a boy. 

“We will need to get you more robes soon, you are already getting too big for these. Shall we go to the market?” He holds her up above his head and they are mirror images of each other, his hands holding her up towards the heavens, and her arms outstretched towards him, both bursting with the same smile. 

“What say you, my love?” He lowers her, smiling at her screaming giggles. 

“I say yes, she is growing very quickly indeed. We should get more of the oil I use in her hair as well.” He nods, and after the preparations are made, you set out with your family. 

-

She grows like wheat, one minute she is a bundle at your breast, and the next she is up to your hip, arguing with her father over a horse. 

“But, I need one.” She pleads, seven years old and determined.

“Do you?” He smiles, entertaining her. You know in your heart he will give in, he always does, but he requires her to give him a good reason before inevitably spoiling her.

“You have asked, you have begged, and now you tell me that you need one, but you have not yet given me a reason as to why.” He sits at your table to your left, breaking his fast as he looks over some letters. She sits at her own place to his left across from you. She looks to you and you can see your own frown on her face but you shake your head. 

“Do not look to me, Diana, it is your father who decides.” You smile, it is all a game that she will eventually win. She lets out a sigh and your smile widens.

“Father, you know I am learning, and I would like to learn on a horse that knows me. If it is my horse and not yours then I will learn all the quicker.” He nods sagely, setting his letters aside and picking at his bread. 

“Yes, that is a good reason but will you care for it? You must feed it, brush it and bond with it.” 

She nods as he speaks, hopeful. 

“It is not just about getting one, riding it for a few days and then leaving it in the stable for others to care for it. It is a living thing, and it requires love and attention and food and I expect you to do your part.”

You reach for his hand and his eyes find yours, you give him a look, one that you hope he can read as ‘remember her age’, he takes a breath, smiling to himself and you know you have been together long enough that he understands what you are thinking. 

“I do not think to leave the sole care of this horse to you Diana, you have your studies and lessons, you have your duties with your mother and you are still quite little.” She frowns and he laughs, “You are but seven, not seventeen. If I were to get you this horse, you must promise me, swear to me here in front of your mother, that you will feed, brush and water it daily. This means you will wake up with me, we will go to the stable together for your lesson and once you are done, you will brush, feed and water it.”  

She grins, despite herself and he narrows his eyes, the game still very much afoot. 

“Diana.” He tries to be serious, tries to put the steel into his tone and for a moment it works, she straightens up and wipes the grin away, nodding at him with her big brown eyes. 

“You must swear it, little love. You must swear that you will do as your father says.” You chime in gently, and she nods faster. 

“I swear it father, I swear it. I will do as you say. May I please have a new horse?” She pouts, and the deal is sealed. He sighs, the corners of his mouth lifting and you catch her eye, gesturing for her to go to him and she does, flying out of her chair to hug him tightly. He laughs, all of the toughness leached away by her little hands, by her smile and by her kiss on his cheek. 

“Very well, we will go by the end of the week.” He relents, letting her hug him, and hugging her in return. “If you are finished breaking your fast, you may go and start your lessons.” She nods, skipping away, laughing loudly. 

“You are a cloud.” You smile at him, pushing your plate away. 

“When did it happen? I used to inspire fear and unquestioning loyalty, obedience.” He shakes his head, half laughing, half astounded. You take his hand in yours, and press it to your mouth. 

“She has made a lump of honey out of you Marcus, there is no other way around it.” 

“She? I think you will find that you have your own part to play in this.” He lets a bark of laughter out at the shocked expression on your face, pulling you from your chair to sit across his lap. 

“Do you not think yourself spoiled? Do you not realise that you yourself have turned me into this?” His arms wrap tightly around you, and you roll your eyes, goodnaturedly. 

“Have I? Have I tamed you, General?” You run your fingers through his curls, more grey than brown now. His eyes are soft, kind and full of love. He doesn’t respond right away, instead his gaze bores into yours, the same honey brown as Diana.

“I would say more than tamed.” Diana screams laughing from somewhere and he smiles wide, his soul fed by her happiness for a moment before his hand cups your cheek. 

“I do not have the words for what you have done to me, for me–I do not have the words to describe the depths of my love for you.” 

You press forward, kissing him with all of the words you yourself cannot speak, pressing your love into him. His hands sweep softly along your back, your lips skimming against his when you pull away to breathe. 

“A lump of honey–” You laugh when he digs his fingers into your sides, euphoria thrumming through your veins. 

-

He finds you teaching Diana how to sew, the both of you hunched over a torn robe, Sabina in tow and the expression on his face gives you pause.

“Diana, my little flower, your mother and I have some important matters to discuss.” He gestures to Sabina and she steps forward. 

“Why don’t you come with me, little one, let us go and raid the cellar for some honeycomb.” Sabina smiles, urging her to follow but Diana frowns, sensing the wrongness of the situation. She looks at you for a moment, clutching at your arm. 

“Go on, let me speak to your father.” You smile, keeping your composure for her benefit despite the way your heart races. She nods, carefully handing you her needle and thread and you put everything aside. Sabina holds her arm out for her, Diana gives her father a quick hug around the middle before leaving the room. 

“What is it? What is the matter?” A fear grips you, some unknown danger lurks through your lungs, threading through your ribs and curling around your heart. 

“Peace, do not fear.” He takes your hands in his, pressing them to his lips and you take a deep breath.

“Is it another war? Will you leave me again?” Memories of his injury resurface, the wound that almost took him from you, the scar that greets you whenever he undresses. Tears gather at the thought of him going off to fight once more, with him older now, they threaten to fall but he shakes his head and pulls you close. 

“No, Gods above, no my love. There is no war–” you sigh into his neck, relief pulling a few tears down your cheeks. He wipes them away, but the frown on his face remains and the relief is short lived. 

“Tell me then, what troubles you?” 

“There is a man, a Legate, who is known to have a heavy hand with his slaves. I am not on friendly terms with him but there are some in this house whom I purchased from him.” He sighs, squeezing your hands in his. You follow along, grateful all over again that he treated the people in your house with dignity. 

“I have been informed that he has a child on the way by a slave, a child he does not want.” He frowns and again, you try again to understand his meaning. 

“I have purchased her.” He comes out with it. 

“You have purchased her? A slave?” You feel nothing, it isn’t something you ever question, from personal experience you are aware of the way they are treated in your home, of the respect afforded to them by both you and your husband, and by your daughter. Your confusion is in why he feels the need to explain himself to you. 

“Yes, I have paid a hefty sum for her because I feared for her life.” He lets out a heavy breath, “Sabina saw her in the market not a day ago, and not only is she quite young, she also had…injuries.” His gaze turns steely, and the implications hurt you. 

“You bought her, to spare her.” He smiles under your hand, but it is a tired, weary thing.

“I could not bear the thought of this young girl fearing for her life, it made me think of my own daughter, of you when I first saw you.” Your heart melts a little, the softness of him, the anger he has for what has been done to this poor girl. 

“I just want her to be safe, I want her child to be safe.” You don’t respond, instead you pull him in, pressing your face into his neck. 

“You are a good man, Marcus. My heart fills with joy that she will be safe here, that her child should survive.” Your fingers thread through his waves and his expression softens, “did you imagine I would be angry with you?” It’s not an accusation, more so a need to understand him.

“No, but you are my wife, this is your house and I would honour your wishes,” He kisses your wrist, “and the purchasing of a girl expecting a baby, the prospect of there being another child in this house warrants your consideration.”

“It is thoughtful of you to consider me, but I see no harm in it. So long as this girl is here for her safety, it is not as though the child is yours. It is not as though you have feelings for this girl—“ 

“Gods above, no my love. You know that is not my way. You know that you are above all others, that you alone hold my love and my interest. She is practically a child herself—“ You laugh, calming him with soft touch.

“Yes Marcus, I know. I trust you, implicitly. Let the girl come, let her be safe and let her child live a good life here—it would be good for Diana as well.” You press kisses to his cheeks, the relief of knowing there is no war is too great to worry about anything except the tight squeeze of his embrace.

-

She is so much younger than you had imagined and the sight of her almost brings tears to your eyes. Quietly she stands, her little belly just starting to show, her eye purple and bruised and anger only adds to your heartbreak. 

“Sabina will show you to your new quarters–make sure she rests, bring her fresh water and food.” You can feel the anger coming off of Marcus in waves, the state of her, the obvious fear–when you’d first entered into Marcus’ service you had been fearful too, but Sabina herself had assuaged you of it. Marcus had been cold, but never cruel.

“I can work Dominus, I can be useful–” He stops her, shaking his head. 

“There is no need, you must rest and heal. I will call for a medicus to see to your health and the child, peace, there is no expectation of you.” You stepped forward, doing your best to smile soft, she stepped back slightly and again your heart wilted. 

“Peace, when all is well and you have rested, I will bring you some things to help with the skin. Some oils and ointments leftover from when I carried my own child.” She frowns in confusion before bowing her head. 

“Gratitude Domina.” Sabina nods to you both, and takes her away. 

“Did you see her eye? I fear that is not her only injury.” He practically fumes and you soothe him with your touch.

“I saw, there are some faded bruises on her arms, some poking out just at the bottom of her tunic–” 

“She is a child.” He turns, the weariness on his face, the fury. “I fear to know her age. I fear what the medicus will say.” He pulls you close, rubbing at your back. 

“We must be gentle with her, assure her that she is not required to serve in that fashion.”

“Sabina will inform her. It was never my way, you were the exception.” He smiles, small and full of fondness, pressing his lips to yours. 

-

When the medicus arrives a week later, her eyes bulge in fear.

“Do not fear, it is only to see if you are healthy and if the child is in good shape.” You sit with her on her bed, comforting her while Diana has her lessons. Although still weary, you can see that Sabina has assured her that you are not anyone that she must fear, that although Marcus has his reputation, inside this house he gives just as much respect as he expects. 

“I will stay with you.” She squeezes your hand for a moment, nodding at you before letting go. 

The Medicus asks her questions and you learn that her name is Vesta. He asks about her first blood, about when the child was conceived. He asks her age, and when she timidly says fifteen your stomach drops. She should have been married, she should have been courted and treated gently but she is a slave, and slaves are not often afforded kindness. You worry about the toll of the pregnancy especially with the size of her, still so small that the birth would surely be a concern. 

You hold her hand as he does his examination, smile reassuringly when he measures her belly and when he does the more invasive check. 

“Everything right now is as we want it to be but you must eat more, we shall have to monitor the growth as your hips are still quite narrow, Gods willing everything will turn out.” She smiles, placated but doubts of your own take root within, her hips are small and if the child grows too large, the birth will be very difficult.

-

The sun shines brightly, shafts of light filter through the olive trees that grow taller and taller within the peristyle. Diana sits with you in a little bit of shade, the two of you continuing with your sewing. She huffs when she does not get the stitch just right. 

“Patience, little love, it will come to you with time and practice.” She nods, lip caught between teeth as she continues. Her head lifts when Vesta finds you, her belly growing seemingly by the minute. 

“I have brought you fresh water, Domina, and some fruit as well.” The tray is heavy and you frown, taking it from her and setting it down on the little table beside you.

“Gratitude, but as Marcus and I have told you, we do not require anything of you but rest.” 

“I must be useful, I cannot just sit idle.” She bows her head, “I am filled with gratitude at the kindness you and the Dominus have shown me but I want to earn my place–”

“Enough of that, your only task is to heal, and grow that child. With what the medicus has advised you need to be very careful.” You guide her to sit, pouring for her, ignoring the protests. “Peace Vesta, this is not new to me.” You smile. 

“Is it painful?” Diana puts her sewing things away and moves closer, inquisitive, and it hurts to know they are not very far apart in age. 

“Sometimes, my lady. Mostly I feel that I am full of stones.” They smile at each other. 

“Is that how it was for you, Mother? Did I feel like stones?” 

“You, my child, felt like a storm.” You kiss the top of her head and she beams, she has always loved hearing about her birth. Vesta winces, her hand lands on her belly and after a moment she lets out a sigh. 

“Are you well?” Diana frowns, and Vesta nods. 

“Yes, it has started kicking and sometimes it startles me a bit.” Her face has healed, in truth she is a lovely girl, hair dark as night, eyes the green of fresh laurel and skin golden as though from days spent in the sun. “Would you like to feel?” 

Diana nods quickly, jumping at the chance and the picture of them together fills your heart with something, you are old enough to be her mother. You could almost imagine it then, an older child, one that was happily married to a good man, happiness, the thought of a grandchild. It shocks you, but in an unexpected, happy way.

“I feel it!” Diana smiles wide, her fathers dimple shines on her face and you let them have the moment. 

Later on, when Diana has gone riding with Marcus, you sit with Vesta alone. 

“Domina, may I ask you something?” She helps with the sewing Diana had not finished. 

“Speak freely.” 

“I–I would ask about the future of my child, once it is born.” She looks up, worry clear on her face. “Will the child be permitted to remain? Or will it be sold off?” You frown, noticing the way her hands shake and all at once you are reminded of the way things are in most houses. 

“Vesta, you and your child are to remain here, together.” When you level your gaze at her, she breaks down into tears, heavy sobs clawing at her throat. You take the needle and the cloth from her, sitting beside her to gather her into your arms. “I know it is difficult to believe, but you must trust me when I say that you are safe here.” You stroke her hair, letting her cry into your shoulder. 

“I myself came to this house as a slave.” She looks at you in shock, eyes red and you cannot help but laugh, “I speak the truth, when I came here I was just a slave, older than you and scared of how I might be treated. Marcus has always had a reputation for brutality. He was cold, he was reserved, but he was never cruel. You can speak to anyone in this house, he is a good man, he is a loving husband, he is a wonderful father, and he will not hurt you or separate you from your child.” You wipe her tears away, “The only thing he requires from you, is respect, and he will give it right back. We all have our place, but within it there is dignity. You never need fear of unwanted advances again. Understood?” 

She sobs for a moment, taking in the knowledge that despite the things she has survived, the indignities she has suffered, life here will be better. She nods, and you continue with your sewing.

-

Diana takes to her, whenever she isn’t busy with her lessons, whenever she has a spare moment she sits with Vesta, listening to her speak about the baby and about her life up until arriving in your house. You are grateful that she spares your daughter from the more brutal details, and you rejoice in the fact that she has another young girl to speak to. 

Marcus has Diana’s baby things brought into Vestas chambers, despite her insistence that they are too fine. He waves her concerns away and a small chest is brought in, full of small robes along with the cradle. 

He buys the teas and potions recommended by the midwife to aid in her birth, he makes sure the oils for her skin are on hand and seeing him care for her as though she were another daughter only makes your love for him grow.

“Will you be this way when Diana marries? When she is with her husband and with child?” You lie with him, naked in bed one night and he groans. 

“Gods above, I cannot imagine my baby marrying.” He grimaces, “She is not yet ten years of age, we still have years yet.” 

“It sounds as though you are reassuring yourself.” You tease him, smiling at his discomfort, “It is terrifying to think that soon she will be of the age for such things, proposals and a marriage, she will leave us–” He pulls you close, stopping your musings with a loud groan into your neck. 

“Please my love, do not torture me.” He sighs, pressing his lips to your neck, “I cannot bear the thought of our little girl being a grown woman. Time is moving far too fast, can we not stop it for a while? Bask in the joy of it all?” 

“If only it were possible to do so.” You cradle his head, massaging his scalp softly. “We are in the midst of joy Marcus, we are blessed, we have a beautiful daughter and a loving home. You are here, Rome is peaceful, what else could we ask for without tempting the Gods?” 

“You are right, of course.” His hands sweep up, stroking at your hips, your belly until he palms the weight of your breast.

“What would I do without you?” His lips move across your neck, his tongue tasting your skin as his thumb strums softly at your nipple. Arousal pools low in your belly at the slow steady sweep of his thumb, and when he lowers his head and takes the other in his mouth it pulls a moan from you. 

“I feel as though I have not touched you in ages–” His warm breath against the wet peak of your nipple sends a shiver down your spine, you let out a low laugh, lip caught between your teeth as his own tease at the sensitive peak. 

“Ages? Are you sure it has not been a mere week?” You scratch at silver scruff on his cheeks. His kiss moves to the valley between your breasts, smiling his mischievous smile. 

“A week is an age, I need you constantly.” You laugh, pulling him up for a kiss. 

“I remember a time when you had me daily, scarcely let me have a moment's rest.” His playful shock makes you laugh, “Now I must content myself alone–” You laugh harder when he buries his face into your neck, his scruff tickling you. 

“You wound me–” He settles between your legs, fitting himself into the wide spread of them. His cock slips between the lips of your sex, hard, hot and heavy enough to pull a steady flow of arousal from your cunt. 

“Have I been neglectful of you?” He shifts, coating himself in you.

“Oh yes, exceedingly so.” The pout is an exaggerated thing and he bites at your lip.

“My poor, empty little wife,” with a shift, he reaches down and notches the blunt tip of his cock at your entrance, “let me redeem myself—“

A mutual sigh fills the room when he sinks himself inside you to the hilt. The moon shines in through the window, casting dark shadows across his face as he holds himself above you. Even after all of the years you’ve spent together, the deepening of lines on his face, the way the silver has overtaken the dark brown of his hair, the slight softening of his middle—it does nothing to hinder his beauty. Even now, the strength in his arms, arms that you’ve touched and been held by a thousand times over still make you dizzy with want. 

His pace is unhurried, languid, decadent. 

Your mouth opens under him when you pull him closer, needing the weight of him and he obliges. You sigh when his hand lands heavy on your thigh to shift it higher, up onto his ribs. His tongue tastes of honey, of devotion and you drink his passion down like fine wine. 

Your heart pounds, a loud boom in your ears, a pleasurable pulse in your cunt, a warmth flooding the corners of you with every heavy stroke of his cock. He huffs out a low laugh, cocky and confident at the way your hips cant up to meet his rhythm, his eyes a lust-blown black when he thrusts harder.

Your arousal for him is a river between your thighs, a holy fountain. It soaks the hair at the base of his cock, it rings loudly with every snap of his hips, a vulgar hymn at the altar of your cunt. 

Sweat beads in his hairline and between the press of your bodies, you feel it at the base of his skull when you clutch at him, his breath a damp pant into the crook of your neck. The pleasure builds like a fire in your core and he fans the flames, his steady stroke turns into a heavy grind and the pressure of it at your clit is almost enough.

With fingers gripping his hair like talons, you focus on the pleasure of it, shift your hips and spread your legs a little wider and it’s perfect.

“Yes, yes, yes, just there—“ with a clench and a heavy sigh the dam breaks and it flows like water. His low groan only heightens it, a heavier push to get deeper still, a firm grip on your thigh; all of it only intensifies the climax.

-

As the months progress, so does her pregnancy and your fears for the birth.

Your affection for her grows as well, swells within you with every laugh you share, with every meal she takes with your family, with every smile that blooms on her face. Marcus takes to her as well, in a fatherly way. It is evident in the way he cares for her, the way he considers her needs the same way he considers Dianas but whereas you enjoy her company and rejoice in her finding peace within your house, Marcus harbous anger that she has been put in this position. 

He focuses on the preparations, calling for the midwife and her attendants to have rooms in your home once it is clear that labour is imminent. He hides his fears in practicality, hides his anger within his focus. 

-

It is not the knock that wakes you, rather Marcus’ reaction to it. All his time in Rome's army had made him a light sleeper, and the slightest disturbance could thrust him into full alertness. You felt him stir, felt the shift of him sliding out of bed, heard soft words exchanged at the door. 

“What is the matter, Marcus?” You rise, wiping the sleep from your eyes. 

“Vesta’s labours have begun.” With a candle given to him by the attendant at the door, he lights the one in your room before handing you your robe to dress. 

“I will go to her, she will need support.” You had already discussed it, and he nods, listening as he dressed and splashed water onto his face.

“I will wake the midwife.” 

-

Her face is pale when you find her, eyes bulging in fear as she paces around her chamber. Sabina rubs her back, keeping pace with her as she moves and you almost feel the echo of your own labours when she clutches at her belly in agony. 

“Breathe, Vesta. With me–” You take a deep breath in, guiding her. She nods, watching and syncing her breaths with yours. “Good, let us continue with the walking, it will help. Has the water come yet?” 

“No Domina, it is just pain, low and sharp but it does not last, it comes and goes.” 

“Okay, let us walk throughout the house, Sabina, would you please make her some tea?” You take over, threading her arm through yours to keep her steady. 

“At once, Domina.” She moves quickly, leaving you with the young girl as you both make your way slowly down the dark hall. 

“I am scared.” Her voice is whisper thin, but you did not need her to voice it out loud. Her fear is palpable and how could you blame her? Your eyes drift to the size of her hips, to the slight frame of her. Despite your own fear, despite your own silent prayer to all of the Gods you pat her hand softly and speak with more confidence than you feel.

“I will be there with you, the midwife will guide us and we must be brave, yes? Now, have you thought of a name?” She lets out a shaky breath, smiling before focusing on her breathing once again. 

“If it is a girl, I thought maybe Flora.” 

“That would be a lovely name, and for a boy?” The light coming through the windows is a deep blue, dawn is creeping up on the horizon. 

“For a boy, I am torn. I like the name Atticus, as well as Linus.” The house is quiet, the low shuffle of your footsteps echo throughout the hallway. Diana will be up soon, moving about her chambers in preparation to feed and water her horse. You are still not sure whether you want her to be present for the birth of Vesta’s child, no matter how much you know she desires it.

“Those are also very fine choices.” 

“Which would you choose, Domina? If I may ask.” 

“For a boy? I confess they both have their merits, I do like Atticus, it is a strong name, they both are.” Sabina greets you with the tea at the mouth of the hall, carefully handing it to Vesta. She takes it with a grateful nod. 

“I think you are right, Atticus is my first choice.” She smiles, wincing through another grip of pain. 

“Sit, rest and drink while we wait for the midwife.” You guide her to one of the more comfortable chairs in the room where you took your meals. 

When Marcus finds you a few hours later the sun has risen and despite the pain gripping her regularly, her water has not yet come. The midwife is with him when he finds you rubbing her lower back. You almost laugh at how awkward he is, a nervous shifting of his feet, some mumbling words of encouragement for her before taking his leave. 

“Deep breath in, that’s it.” She has a surprising amount of strength in her grip around your hand, you can feel the blunt ends of her nails pressing deep, leaving little half-moon marks in their wake. She nods, trying her best to listen when the pain grips her. They come quicker and quicker as the sun follows its path, stronger too. Sweat beads on her skin, her dark hair sticks to her neck and to her brow. 

The midwife checks Vestas progress between short walks throughout the room. She sends her outside for fresh air, and makes her drink the tea. Her good spirits, her easy smiles despite the pain you know she's in inspires a flame of hope. The Gods have been good to you after all and your faith in them whispers of how it will be once she has made it through her labours, of the glow of life that will fill her just as it did for you once Diana had come into the world. 

The flame dwindles slightly at the sight of the blood in her water, the corruption of it is a test of that faith but you meet it head on. You face her dead on, meeting her terrified, laurel-green gaze and speak to her with a confidence you do not feel. The midwife does not panic, she speaks with authority, guides her to the birthing stool and the real fight begins. 

Her screams echo through the house, they fill every corner of it. 

With a damp linen you wipe at her brow, speaking to her softly as she does her best to push the child out but as the hours pass, that little flame begins to flicker. 

“You’re almost there Vesta, you are so close–” You tie her hair back, wipe the tears from her reddened cheeks. 

“I am going to try to use my hands, the pain will be great but for now it is the best chance we have.” The midwife catches your eye, and you feel it in your heart that it is worse than she is letting on. Vesta grits her teeth though, and you keep it inside. 

“I am ready.” Her lip trembles, her eyes fill with tears and so do yours, but she grits her teeth and pushes anyway, showing an amount of bravery that few people twice her age possess. The midwife encourages her as she screams through the pushing, the blood drips down her arms and pools on the linens below. 

It is an eternity, the push, the pull, the blood–and then a baby screams and your heart rejoices. Vesta smiles through her sigh, but her colour drains and she wilts like a crushed flower in your arms. 

“Vesta, Vesta do not sleep–wake up, you must hold the child, you have done it!” She does not respond however, and you use all the strength you can muster to hold her up as the midwife works feverishly to stop the steady river of blood from between her legs. 

“Domina–” It is a breathy whisper, a moment of clarity between a sightless flutter of her eyelids. 

“Vesta!” Her colour scares you, and the frantic movements of the midwife do nothing to bring her back to full wakefulness. 

“Vesta!”

-

The Gods are many things. They are generous, they have bestowed you with a happy home; a loving, devoted husband and a healthy child. They have plucked you from a life of servitude and made you Lady Acacius, wife of the General of the Roman army. 

They are merciful, they have guided your husband through countless battles and wars and made him victorious. They have blessed him with the love of the Emperor and the respect of the people of Rome, and made him a wealthy man. 

The Gods are also cruel.

All of the generosity, all of the gifts and blessings, every wonderful aspect of life must be paid for and they do not accept anything less than blood. 

She is smaller in death. Younger still than the picture of her you hold within your mind. The gauze covers her from head to foot but it does not move, her breath does not disturb the sheer fabric, her breast does not rise and fall with the breath of life. Her laughter, her easy smile is a ghost that haunts the corners of your house, her short life echoes in the cries of her son. 

Marcus handles everything to do with the procession, he arranges for her body to be burned, for all of the rights and proceedings required for a person after death. He spared you the details, and you were grateful for it. 

Diana’s grief for Vesta is an immense, untameable thing. It was a hurt you could not fix, a want that Marcus could not indulge. Seeing the gravity of it on her face, hearing it in her cries somehow seemed to magnify your own grief, it gained a new aspect. Her pain gave your pain dimension.

Atticus so resembled his mother that it was sometimes hard to hold him. 

Harder still was the little bit of reluctance within Marcus to get too close to the boy, a fear that he couldn’t hide whenever he held him—a slight crease between his brow, the careful way he cradled him so opposite of the natural connection he held with Diana from the second she had come to this world. There were aspects to that too, his feelings towards this orphaned boy. Reluctance of course, but also pity, empathy, a fierce protectiveness and above all, love.

-

The grief was still a sharp blade between the ribs when the letter came, and all it did was twist it, scrape it against your bones and bleed you dry.

“This must be a jest, a very poor jest.” Atticus sleeps against your breast, a long piece of linen wrapped about your middle holding him to you. 

“It is no jest my love, he is quite clear.” His tone is indecipherable and the glimpse of that more strategic aspect of him fills you with anger. 

“He writes to collect his son—“

“Atticus is not his son.” He sighs, resigned and tired rather than angry.

“In all truth, Atticus is his son—regardless of how we may feel about it.” He raises his hands to forestall the rage burning within. “He does have the right to claim him, take him and raise him as he sees fit.”

“Raise him? He did not even want him! He sold his mother to you without a second thought!” 

“I know, it is a difficult situation but we must think about this. In the end, he is the boy's father.” 

He sets his letters down and you can see a glimpse of something, that love you knew was there, that space within his heart—within his soul for another child shining through the anger and practicality; shining through the logic.

“No.” The blood in your veins boils, fizzles and cracks and lights up your bones with the injustice of it all, your hands cradle the small bundle at your breast almost involuntarily, an unconscious protection. His frown deepens.

“He is—“

“No Marcus. No.” Tears of frustration gather in the corners of your eyes, fed and watered by the shadow of grief that follows you like a cloud. Atticus moves and when you look at him Vestas face is so clear in his, her black hair a soft down on his head.

“I am a good wife, Marcus, I have never disobeyed you, never dishonoured you or questioned your word. Not during my servitude, and not during our years as husband and wife, but I will not stand for this. This child, Vestas' child, belongs in this house. She died here, bringing him into this world and I gave her my word that he would stay. I have said my prayers and made the sacrifices so that he may live here, loved and well-cared for and neither you, nor that man will take him from me.” The ire of it burns within your breast, shines out through your steady, unflinching gaze. 

He does not respond and the silence between you fills the space. You do not fear what he may say, you do not worry about what he may think, the anger and the grief are too big for that. He sighs, heavy and resigned before giving you a small, proud smile. 

“Very well, my love. He will stay.”

-

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[mommyslittlebird]

(Forgive me if you've done something like this and I'm just forgetting 😵)

I'm just curious how you think Wanda would treat reader if they were sick. Spoon fed medicine and afternoon cuddles?

I'm totally not asking because I've been sick for a couple days and need a little Wanda comfort..absolutely not..couldn't be me.

-🧸(sick teddy)

Oh no, little teddy! I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well. Firstly, I will point you in the direction of @wandamaximoffsbadgirl’s Teacher’s Pet Baby series because those are some wonderful Mommy Wanda Sick fics, but I have some thoughts to add as well:

Mama Wanda is a big believer in natural remedies. She’s bringing you a tablespoon of honey every few hours for your sore throat, and holding your head back and kissing your temples while she gives you a saline nose spray. “I know it doesn’t feel good angel, but mama promises your little nose is gonna feel so much better afterwards.”

On that same note, she anti-most cold medications. You will not find any Theraflu or NyQuil in her cabinets. She’s done her research about the inefficiency of cold medicines so, aside from maybe some Robitussin for your cough or Ibuprofen/Tylenol for your fever, no icky medicine for you.

She is, however, basically going to drown you in water and orange juice. Not a moment passes where you’re not within arms reach of a cup with a nice little bendy straw.

She lets you sit on her lap to watch TV/Movies. You can watch absolutely whatever you ever, even if it is just the same movie over and over again. She’s lifting that straw to your mouth every 5 minutes and reminding you to take a nice big sip of your water/juice

She insists she has to kiss your head in order to tell whether or not you’re running a fever. She’s all about some cold compresses.

She gives you a big old button down shirt to wear and keeps your chest covered in Mentholatum/Vicks for the duration of your cold. She’s also constantly slathering your nose with vaseline because it’s so red and irritated.

She’s cleaning everything the entire time you’re sick. She makes you get out of bed at least once a day to take a nice long bath. She’ll wash your hair and your entire body for you. You just have to sit back and relax.

She can’t deny you anything while you’re sick. You’re constantly getting snuggles and kisses, whatever food you feel like you can eat, and all the attention in the entire world.

Normally she doesn’t put up with too much whining, but when you’re sick you can whine all you want to. She will be there to constantly soothe you in whatever way she possibly can.

[trippinsorrows]

announcement

i'm not going to bore and annoy everyone by being that broken record in sharing for 1405th time how i'm sooooo grateful and thankful for all of you. you all have no idea just how much you all have helped me to feel comfortable with my writing. i've always loved to write, secretly wanted to maybe one day, some day write a book. but, it's always just been a hobby, and i never thought i could actually do it.

planned to write a novel years back only to shelve the plan, cause i didn't think i was good enough, but i don't want to do that anymore.

it's scary and terrifying and so anxiety inducing, but it's always been a dream, so i'm going to do it.

so, inspired by both the 'with' and 'ltye' series, i've decided to try to write a book. 🥺

i'm going to initially write it on here as a joe anoa'i fanfic, and once that's complete, i'll rework it into a completely original novel. i might try to self-publish it, or maybe i'll just keep it to myself. we'll cross that road when we get there, but for now, i wanted to share this really exciting, amazing news with ya'll because, ya know, ya'll are awesome. 🥺❤️

and yes, this was the 'beneath the surface' joe/solana story that we were talking about, but i just realized and see so much potential in it, that i kinda wanna bet on myself and act on that potential.

so yeah, sorry to be all dramatic with and on ya'll, but peep the book cover and back i made ❤️❤️❤️

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

So yesterday's response bordered on overwhelming in how positive it was, and I've got heart-eyes permanently affixed to my face. BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Seventeen is Big Romantic Gestures. I've already done some pretty big romantic gestures in this series, so this is more of an attempt at one. This can be read on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck bounces on his toes as he waits for Tommy to arrive at the coffee shop, and his face splits into a grin when he spots him weaving through a cluster of people at the edge of the patio. Tommy smiles and quickens his steps until they can meet in a kiss and quietly greet each other.

“How’d your appointment go?” Buck asks, and Tommy’s only reply is to twitch an eyebrow and sip his coffee. “You don’t have to show me pictures or anything.” “It went well,” Tommy says, his tone giving away nothing. Unfair.

“Mine went great,” Buck says, threading their fingers together on the tabletop. “And…I have something I want to ask you.”

“Too late,” Tommy points out, wiggling the fingers of his left hand to show off his engagement ring.

Buck feels a wave of fondness for his giant dork of a fiancé. “No, not that. I locked that one down—”

“Oh, have you?”

“—and—shut up—I have another question for you.”

Tommy smiles behind his coffee cup and sets it down, gesturing for him to continue.

“How would you feel about ‘Evan Kinard’?” he asks, lip between his teeth the second he’s done asking. It’s a big thing, almost as big as asking Tommy to marry him in the first place. It’s his name, it’s who he’ll be for the rest of his life, it’s the name that’ll be on every record saved about him and his life for as long as that information lasts in human history.

When Tommy doesn’t answer for a moment, Buck feels a phantom panic in his gut, but then Tommy’s laughing quietly and shaking his head.

“So I was going to ask you about becoming ‘Tommy Buckley’ in about a week, there was going to be a whole thing with flowers and a cake,” Tommy confesses.

It makes sense, actually. They have complicated relationships with their names and the families that go with them—Tommy had almost changed his name to his mom’s maiden name when he left home, Buck had basically been all in on adopting a mononym to avoid being called by his first or last names for a few years. Though that had more to do with how he'd felt about his first name.

“Bucknard?” he suggests in lieu of a single intelligent thought going through his head. “Or Kinley?”

Tommy starts laughing at him and covers Buck’s hand with his other one. “Or Buckley-Kinard.”

“Or that,” Buck agrees, smiling. “Evan and Tommaso Gianni Buckley-Kinard. You were going to use a cake?”

“I wanted to do something romantic,” Tommy says, shrugging. “Short of hooking a banner up to our airtanker, I didn’t know what else to do.”

Buck picks up Tommy’s hand and kisses his knuckles before pressing his hand to his heart. “I think that creating a new name for our new family is a pretty big romantic gesture.”

“Yeah, but skywriting isn’t that expensive when you know a guy.”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course you know a guy.”

Tommy scoots his chair closer to Buck’s until the legs are almost locked together. “Hey, we’re getting a killer deal on the flowers and venue because I know guys.”

That’s to say that Tommy had saved an event space on Lake Arrowhead from burning with a well-placed water drop and his cousin’s brother-in-law was a florist. When he’d called both places, neither owner would quote him full price for anything.

“There’s one guy worth knowing more than any of ‘em,” Tommy adds, kissing his cheek.

“Shut up,” Buck mumbles through a smile, feeling his face flush. He kisses Tommy before he can settle back in his chair. “So we’re really doing this?”

“Getting married or hyphenating our names?”

“Both, either,” he says, shrugging. “Both are pretty big deals.”

Tommy nods and tips his head back, seeming to consider a cloud in the sky for a moment. “They are. But they feel easy, right? Like it’s…”

“Inevitable,” Buck finishes when Tommy trails off, and Tommy nods. “Yeah, it does. Unless you want to do your mom’s family name and be the Carlevaros, that’s on the table.”

“Nah, that ship sailed a long time ago,” Tommy says, sighing. “Besides, I’m not letting the specter of my father chase me away from my own name. Plus, he would’ve been pissed if he found out I was grouping the name ‘Kinard’ up with my husband’s family name. So I won. Fuck him.”

“Fuck him,” Buck agrees, kissing Tommy’s knuckles again. “I think we won.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, smiling softly at him. “We did.”

[deathxfawn]

i've stepped away from the fandom for the past couple months because i've been hyperfixating on other books busy. it's always in the back of my mind tho, and i'm always checking for any updates. anyway. stepping back from all the nuances and over-analyzations really makes one realize how simple and obvious the future of this series is.

like

L/ucien - son of the most powerful spellcleaver - lives with Vassa who is *gasp* under an unbreakable spell. treats her like an acolyte. laughs around her to the point feyre notices. bro is prolly going to *shock* break her spell using his *gasps again* spellcleaving powers and the two will live happily and fiery ever after.

Elain/Az - want to bang. this is established. doubts the mating bond. everyone around them also doubts the mating bond ('cept Rhys, because p l o t). Az yeeted his life away to rescue Elain from a whole army. Az finds out the cauldron is corrupt. Az figures out her powers when her own mate was just like "hmhmhhmh idk lol". right afer miss healer says a mate could figure out what was amiss (!!!!!!!!!!! bruh). the series' m a i n c h a r a c t e r bb girl Feyre is headcanoning them so hard it becomes canon. Az is a spy. Elain is displaying spy characteristics. best friends with Az's spy friends. probably learning spy stuff. Az gets all moody and broody when L/ucien is around bc the mating bond is STINKY. moves to a whole new zipcode bc Elain is such a cutie patootie. Elain buys gifts for her sisters, bffs and...Az?? stays up late at night talking to him about gardening plans. lets him carry her to the garden. holds his hand to go out into said garden!!! (omg). would rather stare at boiling water than be in the same room as her mate. shrinks into herself. sits as far away as possible. associates him with her kidnapping. 0/10 does not like him. seeks out Az at night to give him a gift k n o w i n g her mate is upstairs and not giving a single shit while trying to make the moves on Azzy boi. (love that abt her btw). where do you THINK this is going bro it's so obvious i scream into the VOID.

[ofmdrecaps]

02/13-16/2025 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Con O'Neill; Samson Kayo; Alex Sherman; Guz Khan; Adopt Our Crew: Words of Love; Adopt Our Crew; Articles; Fan Spotlight: OFMD Craft Fair; You wear Fine Frames Well; Our Drag Means Slay; Love Notes

= David Jenkins =

And that's a wrap! The end of the Christmas Special! Thank you so much for reaching David's fic!

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= Rhys Darby =

Z-suite Episode 3 is finally up on Tubi and look who's in it as a complete cretin! Love that Rhys is getting to try out the not-so nice guy roles too! Check it out on Tubi!

New Cryptid Factor out soon!

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Rhys and Button's visit to the Queen Anne Experience, up on Substack paid!

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= Con O'Neill =

Con was out at The White Lotus S3 premiere!

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= Samson Kayo =

Samson's been giving us some fabulous behind the scenes pictures and videos from the set of the new Voltron Series!

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= Alex Sherman =

Our #AssTonight Master Alex Sherman was out at Grand Valley State University teaching students all about filmmaking! He even got the coolest flag put up with his beautiful mug on it!

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= Guz Khan =

Guz has been busy on Series 12 of Taskmaster!

And his 5th kiddo was born!

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== Adopt Our Crew: Words Of Love ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew finished up their words of love for Valentine's Day! Thank you again luvs for the info!

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== Adopt Our Crew ==

The polite menaces that they are, our fan crew @adoptourcrew also named a cockroach at the San Antonio Zoo after David Zaslav (WB CEO). Love the massive... or passive aggression, and doing good while you're at it! Love it!

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== Articles ==

And Speaking of @adoptourcrew who've been very busy the last week, they've also been keeping up on articles mentioning our show!

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Craft Fair Auctions =

It's that time! so many of our incredible crafty crewmates have put up Queer and OFMD related items up for auction to benefit Campaign for Southern Equality to help out our trans sibs! Bidding is now open! www.32auctions.com/ofmdcraftfai..

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== You Wear Fine Frames Well ==

MORE EXCITING NEWS! The wonderful Ram and @tsutsuya worked very hard with so many brilliant and talented crew members to make this beautiful animation happen! Please check out the animation here! and if you'd like to see the individual frames you can here!

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= Our Drag Means Slay =

Guess who's back!? It's Our Drag Means Slay! The next Casting Call is up for the show in Chicago on 4/12! Performer applications are due March 7th! Please visit their linktr.ee and follow them on their socials to sign up and for more information!

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= Nes & The Tiny Co-Captains =

It's been a bit since we've had some chibis from our wonderful crewmate Nes so please take a moment to appreciate these adorable little Ed and Stede's! Bsky / IG / Tumblr Nes' Linktr.ee

Source: Nes' Bluesky

Source: Nes' Bluesky

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies. I was able to finally get this up! Only a couple days behind now. I'd really like to go back to the 2 day recaps because there's been so much more going on lately and it's hard to fit in one tumblr post for any more than 2 days at a time! I hope you all got a chance to read Chaos Dad's OFMD Fic. I've already seen so much fan art and fics built off of it-- which is so uplifting in my opinion. I know there's been questions on whether this is canon, whether it's what we'll see when we get an s3, and I think the answer right now is we just don't know. It feels very much like a gift to keep us engaged, and spread a little joy and love in the fandom, which we can always use. So don't fret either way okay-- just try to enjoy the ride if you can :). I have to say, like so many others, my favorite quote was: "Your Fight is My Fight, your Family is My Family."

I really hope all of you know that's exactly how I and so many of your crewmates feel about you too. I know times are uncertain right now and we're all struggling to get through. But this IS all of our fights, and you all are our family. So please lean on each other if you can.

You got this lovelies, Happy Tuesday. <3

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[kitts-mechanix]

Exactly! The fact that so many people are leaving the fandom is....it's tragic. Just about everyone I know is gone at this point. I've spent an entire decade teaching myself how to draw, creating entire worlds, writing immersive stories, things I hope people could love and appreciate the way I love and appreciate their works. So many things that I've yet to post even. I think one of the reasons this fandom used to be one of the safest, kindest fandoms is because we all knew what it was like to be put down, bullied, ostracised by others for loving "the weakest Pixar franchise" and especially Cars 2 AKA "Pixar's most hated movie". And the community was active and supported each other. Most of us were never famous, but that was okay because we did all of this for fun, not fame.

I honestly feel guilty, and even like a whiny baby, when I lament about no one comments on anything anymore. I can't recall the last time I got a meaningful comment on my work, or a comment about how the chapter of a story made them feel, details they loved, etc. I don't want to sound entitled, but I miss the days when people took the time to write out thoughtful comments and read. And the fact that no one really does that anymore, honestly just makes my writer's a block a lot worse. Why slave away on something no one will read? I'm not going to stop doing what I love. But it's harder now than it ever was before.

There were so many people in this fandom I loved who have moved on. Some were like sisters to me. Fizz was my inspiration too, and I've always appreciated my interactions with Blay. I lost two online sisters (I won't name them) who both fell down dark paths and cut me out for no reason. (A major FU to CC for turning one of them into Anakin Skywalker). I remember talking to people like Asphalt, RMS Olympic, or Fizz, or Eclipse, or Shadow and it felt like I was meeting a celebrity! I especially freaked out when I became close friends/sisters with some of them. This was back in 2017. I could have never foreseen what would happen after 2021....

And speaking of 2021, I think the reason we were so darn blessed to have one last year of what we once had, was because of one thing: Cars 2 10th anniversary. The diecast collection was exciting again. People made content and interacted again. We all had a renaissance. I had THE best Christmas since 2016. I thought this was the dawn of a new era. And then my 22nd birthday was pretty incredible too with all the cool Cars stuff I got, best one since my 16th! But that was the last spark. With one final burst, the fire had died out. I have not been able to rekindle it since.

And yeah I know about that monster being back, I really hope that petition will make a difference (last I checked it just needs 20 more sigs). I am slowly re-uploading my stuff (although a certain OC is probably never going to see the light of day again) but if things get too crazy I will honestly lock it behind "members only" for the sake of my mental health. I feel the fandom is either less welcoming to diverse people now or the welcoming sides are very extremist, neither of which I ever saw in my old days in the fandom. And while I'm not a fan of yaoi ships personally, I do believe people should have the freedom to create, express and share things like that. If people don't like something, they need to learn they have two options it: go back, or if you must, block it. It's that simple.

Anyway sorry for the ramble. I'm just glad someone gets it, you know? Honestly, I've been holding these thoughts in for a LONG time and now I just....I can't hold it back anymore.

I love this series and its characters with all my heart. Nothing could ever take that away. This franchise saved my life in 2015, just like G1 Transformers did back in August. But I cannot deal with what this fandom has become anymore.

RIP Cars fandom. 2006-2021

Fandom Problem #7581:

I hate how normalized harassment, bullying and overall being a dick has become normalized in fandom spaces. What's sick to me is that these people will harass and dox someone over the dumbest shit and then try to make themselves seem like they're morally right to do so, it's like it's a game to them. It honestly makes me feel like there's no point in being in fandoms at all if I could get harassed off a platform for the dumbest thing

[sunnyie-eve]

58 | Quad Squad

Series: Unexpected

Paring: Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Hello world. This is being prerecorded but you will see and hear this in October." Dani starts for future viewers.

"Welcome to The Quad Squad!" Nick claps his hands so the others join.

"This is my own little podcast I wanna try out for fun so it will be very random. I have no schedule for this. I'm lucky that the company I'm a part of has this little space for any of us to use. The company also has its own podcast and I've been on it in the past. But yeah." Dani laughs.

"I'm happy to be part of the first ever episode." Nick smiles clapping again.

"Yeah, these three aren't official members but anytime I do this there will always be three other people with me." Dani explains.

"Hits the name." Chris laughs.

"Now Sam, I know this is very out of nowhere." Dani smiles over at Sam.

"I'm very nervous about this. You said don't tell a soul." Sam points out what she had texted him.

"She was so sketchy, right." Nick laughs.

"She really was, honestly." Chris laughs as well.

"You could've mentioned Nick and Chris were a part of this." Sam tells Dani.

"I had to beg them to do this and they only agreed when I said what this was for." She lets him know. 

"Do you even know about the thing yet?" Nick asks him.

"Umm, what thing?" Sam says confused, "The accident?" He means at the restaurant.

"This is gonna be good." Chris chuckles.

"I-I'm surprised he didn't tell you afterwards." Dani was taken back.

"All I know was he was pissed. And I hope it's what I think." Sam puts his hands together like a pray.

"Involving Dani and Matt?" Nick questions.

"I'm honestly happy Colby didn't tell you what happened." Chris lets Sam know, "It's so much better hearing it in person than by someone else."

"Yeah, because Colby found out the other way." Dani nods her head.

"What really pissed him off more."

Sam puts things together believing what he wishes is right, "You and Matt are finally dating, right?"

"Yeah, kinda." Dani smiles.

"Kinda?" Sam gives her a look.

"Kinda of as in they didn't recently get together." Nick adds so Sam looks at Chris.

"Try for since late March." Chris smiles looking over at Dani.

"Yeah, so you can see why Colby was so pissed."

"No, shit!" Sam laughs, "Did anyone know before or was it a secret the whole time?"

"A few people knew." Dani tells him.

"Tara, Madison, our mom and brother." Nick looks aways from Dani to Sam, "Can you believe that shit? Tara before us!"

"I didn't just tell her to tell her she put the pieces together unlike you idiots." Dani laughs at them, "And Madison read our texts because you had my phone." She looks over at Chris.

"That's when she found out? When we went to the aquarium?!" He was shocked.

"Yes, she was the first person to know. Then your mom, Justin and Tara was last before you guys." Dani explains.

"What was the first date? I want to know everything?" Sam smiles sitting up straight.

"Dave and Busters. It was simple and I loved it." She gets a big smile across her face.

"When y'all dressed the fucking same..." Chris shakes his head.

"Again, that was totally unplanned." She laughs.

Something comes to Nick making him turn his body towards Dani, " First kiss. I have to know. Please. I know it's personal but please." He begs her.

"After we filmed the cooking video at my parents house." She says, and Nick squeals as Chris's jaw drops, "Yeah, then when we left the room Colby was outside the door and got on Matt for maybe liking me."

"Can I ask how it all started?" Chris asks her, "Like you both were big sissys so like how?" He laughs.

"Oh, I slipped up big time before we went to the store. I pulled a prank on him first by putting pink balloons in the backseat he didn't like it and said he doesn't mess with my car. And this is where it led to me slipping up. I told him no, he bets you wouldn't ask me out." Dani explains a bit.

Chris starts to laugh, "Yeah, so he apologized for that and we talked about how we were only awkward for a bit. And now I slipped saying, I feel like it would be completely different if it was like you who asked."

Nick starts to scream, "Dani! You really did slip up." He laughs at her.

"Yeah, I know I was embarrassed in that moment because I didn't realize till he repeated what I said!"

"So that how he asked you out?" Chris can't help but smile thinking it was cute.

Dani smiles, "He said; What if I say that I was too scared to ask you out because I didn't know how you felt about me and I didn't want to risk our friendship? That's why Chris did it because he knew I would never do it."

"Asshole." Chris laughs, "But he's not wrong that's why I did ask you out and then I told him if you didn't like me it was him you had feelings for."

"I'm happy you two worked out perfectly. I knew it since we first collab. I rewatch it just to study you and Matt." Sam tells her, "I feel like a proud big brother to see his baby sister find her soulmate."

Dani was happy to hear that from Sam, since he was like a big brother, but she wanted to hear the same from Colby, "I'm happy you were always there for me when I told you how I felt about him. Sorry Nick, but I feel like you would hint at Matt."

"Honestly, I say I wouldn't have but I think deep down I would've tried to give small comments.  So it's good you really didn't tell me how much really. Like I knew because you slipped up with me too."

"I did." She nods her head.

"Man, I was left out. I didn't no slip ups. Just rejected." Chris makes Dani laugh.

"Hey, now you're one of our biggest supporters. Especially to me and I love you for that. My hype man. You know what I mean since I told you how I feel." She gives him a smile.

"Yeah, those little talks are sweet moments." He agrees, "I always tell her how lucky Matt is to have her." Chris explains a bit.

"He's super lucky." Nick agrees.

"Hell yeah, and I've known Dani since she was super little. Trust me, he's super lucky and you guys are too. Just having her around and making her family." Sam adds.

"Oh stop before you make me blush." Dani laughs, "But I love you three so much. My best best friends."

[chaoortu]

How do you go about keeping characters well..in character?

Asking because I read through your fic anatomy of a terrarium thus far, and I´ve never read a story where Nick has bipolar. But I read through it and go wow yeah I I´m still reading about Nick. I´m still reading him going through all this, Charlie helping him (or at least trying to). This still feels like canon even with it delving into much darker topics (like Nick using drugs, and him dealing with getting raped, amongst others)

Idk if I worded this awkwardly but basically, you just handled all these guys so well and I wanna know more about your process!

you didn't ask this awkwardly at all! So for me at least, I'm always like "man i wonder if this is ooc or if it feels as ooc for readers as it does for me the writer" something that helps is that i frequently reread or rewatch the canon if i feel like something i'm doing is veering too ooc for me to get away with. specifically the darker chapters or the more serious t.v episodes (the cinema episode in season one, the gcse bonfire in season 2, and the third episode of season 3 especially.) this keeps my characterization more consistent and refreshes me on tone. i also try to make narrative choices that make sense given what we know in canon. nick obviously has no signs of being bipolar in canon, that's something i came up with on my own, but he does use alcohol to numb himself during the Halloween episode of season 3 (and it's the first time we see him presumably drunk, as he does not drink that much when Charlie is around.) so I took that canon nugget and let it snowball into nick using drugs in the anatomy of a terrarium series (I have a lot of thoughts about substance abuse and how it's portrayed in media. generally i could see a nick who doesn't get help struggle with substance abuse in the future but that's a topic for another time.) i have a post somewhere where i dug into nick's mentality following his sexual assault and how much i based that around how he acts in canon. i'll link it here in case you'd like to read it but it's a good example of what i mean above! here I also go into a lot of my angst fics with the intention of using the angst, whether it be substance abuse, mental illness, terminal illness, etc, to say something about the characters and how they would act if those things happened instead of just having those things happen to them for the sake of it. Because I go into the idea with that in mind, it makes it easier to write them behaving similarly to how they do in canon. I also tend to base the angst off of my own experiences either going through things or witnessing loved ones around me going through them and that helps to keep things more grounded. and a lot of it just comes from experience and writing a lot. even though i've only been posting hs fic for like... maybe a year? maybe less, i've been writing fic in other fandoms for a decade at this point and when i'm not writing fics, i'm working on my own novels so i am literally writing every single day (it's my hobby and i love it to bits!!!) sticking to core canon things to make a fic read as "in character" is a skill in of itself. i look back on my first hs fics and i cringe a little because i can see my own inexperience with the characters in them. i would also say that even in my darker fits, i try to make sure everything ends happily or ends with a happy for now, and i think that promise of a happy ending keeps the whole fic feeling closer to canon because heartstopper will have a happy ending and we know nick and charlie stay together forever.

[aakaneeee]

ALNST: WHAT'S NEXT, MY PREDICTIONS, MY IDEAS.

(art by me)

We know technically nothing about what will follow, except that one of our contestants is becoming the human he never got to be, and the other is completely losing the humanity that made her, her.

But, I've had this idea of a frame that we could see, and I couldn't stop myself!

I feel like there will be a break in-universe between Wiege and what is next. I mean, Luka will probably need some medical procedures done, because I cannot imagine him being able to move on without his health suffering. Which makes me even more upset, because what if Heperu will see it as "disobeying", and punish him in the way only he knows?

I see him becoming a lot more human after Wiege, as I've said. I don't think he'll really want to do what Hyuna told him: I don't even see him wanting to live after this. I've had a small idea of him trying repeatedly to commit, but being "saved" by Heperu, but again, I have no basis, so these are just assumptions. It wouldn't be far off of Vivinos' alley, that's for sure.

I'd love for him and Mizi to team up, but honestly, I'm extremely 50/50 on whether it would happen or not. I have 2 ideas: either they do team up, somehow manage to get along, which would make sense for the "mizi loses everyone she loves" trope (if Luka would simply die without her caring, it wouldn't make so much sense for him to be the only one left with her), and possibly dies in an accident (I tend to believe in the "Mizi will blow everything up" theory, according to the Patreon post from while back), or because of his illnesses, or they don't team up, Round 5 is redone, and it's Mizi's time to mock him (which im not sure if she'll have the energy for).

I am hoping for the first one though, because I want Luka shown in a good light before he isn't alive anymore.

Another theory that I had, but it's not very likely, is that they don't end up killing Luka off because let's be honest, he'd be doing worse alive than dead. Again, it probably won't happen, but I think it would be a really painful route to take, to show that the worst possible outcome, at this point, isn't even death.

The thing is, I don't think we have to worry about Luka's death too soon. I am not sure about the probability of the others coming back. I'd rather be pleasantly surprised if it happens, than be disappointed if they are truly gone. So, if they don't come back, we'd have about 4, 5 episodes with the 2 characters left, so I don't think they can afford to kill him off yet. (Considering Round 6 was approximately the half of the series, and the Vol. 1 album's number of songs, that's the amount I calculated we'd have left.)

Honestly, this is the factor that makes me doubt most of my own theories: I don't know how they would be able make any of these possibilities that long.

Which brings in the idea we might have some videos about the Actor AU, or Modern AU? I don't really believe this, but it would be interesting. Anyways, whatever they have planned for these next episodes, is going to be huge.

I really liked the structure of Wiege: openly centered on Hyuluka, but shows the other pairs multiple times (which, again, ties to my analysis of Hyuluka representing all of them, from before and from what will follow.)

I think it's more plausible we'll get flashbacks from Season 49, like Hyuna's loss and how she went past the system, or Luka's absolute win and how he reacted. Anyways, I'd love to see more of them, since they are still very mysterious (but I'd say they are more known than Sua now).

I personally want to see the exact details of Hyunwoo's death. It's been insanely hyped, in my opinion, we see clips of it both in All-In and Wiege (I'd like to add how fond I am of the fact that both episodes that have Hyuna as center don't have a 'Round' name), but never outwardly shown, so it must be a pretty big plot twist, or revelation. I'm still a believer of the "Hyuna killed Hyunwoo" theory, albeit a bit more reserved now, but we do have that frame in Wiege where Luka is crying, clinging onto Hyuna, and Hyunwoo trying to break them apart. (I love the small showcase of his humanity.)

I might have more to say, so I will probably add onto this if I do, but for now, I can only say I cannot wait, and that I'm terrified for this week's ALNST friday.. I actually tried my best to finish this way before the ALNST friday, so I could say what I have to say completely blinded, and I'm excited to see what of this will be valid in the end :)

[mxtantrights]

mob!bucky doesn't smile because it happened

It's been an interesting couple of days. And by interesting Bucky could use other adjectives. Several of which he won't say out loud or ever admit to feeling.

But one of those, the most important of those, being heartbreak.

Which doesn't make sense really. You had broken up with him so long ago, so quickly too. He always hated it. The fact that you broke up with him and he never knew the real reason why. He never got to fix whatever mistake he made.

When he got down on one knee and proposed to you in the middle of his office, he felt that heartbreak again. Partly because he was thinking of the past and also because he was thinking of the torn future too.

In another life he didn't have to take over the family business. In another life he and you were normal people working normal jobs. Maybe he would work in the bakery and you would be some hot shot lawyer. And you'd meet and it would be kismet and the rest would just fall into place.

But this isn't another life.

So when he proposed to you, like he was planning on doing in this life before you broke up with him, he felt his heart break just a bit more.

The only thing that pulls him out of his blue thoughts is the ringing that comes from his phone. He reaches inside the pocket of his suit and takes it out.

Natasha.

He accepts the call.

"Whatcha ya got?" he asks.

"I've got him in a secluded place. I'll drop a pin. Figured you'd want to hear what this rat has to say before I get rid of him." she answers.

Bucky groans, "I don't trust anything he says."

"I wouldn't either but..." she trails off.

"What is is Nat?"

Bucky leans forward on the table, his elbows against the hard surface. He pinches the bridge of his nose now. Unready for whatever hell Brock is trying to unleash now.

"It's about the fiancee."

-

You remove your headphone from your ears and look over at your door. You swore you heard a--

A series of knocks come from your front door. You tense. It could be Brock. It could be your dad. It could also be Bucky. Or maybe your friend Nicole who you haven't spoken a word to in a few days because you feel like you can't barley keep your head above water. So much so that you called out of work for the rest of the week.

You think for a second about pretending not to be home. Whoever it is would just go away.

"I know you're in there." a voice says.

You stiffen on the couch. They could be lying. Bluffing and waiting to hear you move around and actually confirm that you're inside. Maybe.

"It's Steve."

That confuses you the most. Out of everyone who could possibly be at your door, Steve Rogers wasn't a guess you had in your mind. You slowly make your way to the door. And then you peep through the hole to make sure it's actually him.

He looks different.

A beard. You've never seen the golden boy look so--rugged. You unlock the door and pull it open.

He stands tall, in a fairly casual outfit and his hair neatly combed back.

"Been a long time." you speak.

"I didn't think I'd see you again. Not after you broke his heart."

[violetlunette]

Question for Kingdom Hearts players!

[benevolenterrancy]

("Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this." -- paraphrased from The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket)

[deoidesign]

Idk who needs to hear this but time and time again isn't over!!!

Webtoon removed the "time and time again will return!!!" Banner and I don't know why, but it's not over!!! There's still another 1/3 of the comic to go! There's a lot more stuff that I'm working on and it'll be coming back soon!

Please be patient with me, I know it's been a long time... But the stuff I'm making is really good and there's a lot of reasons it's taken this long. I promise I want it back more than anyone.

I'm trying to come back around the end of October. I'm doing my best to get everything ready in time, so no promises, but I'm on track to do so! I'm just one person writing and drawing everything, and my editor was fired so I'm not even getting any notes anymore. It's literally just me. I'm doing my best I promise!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

YES! JOIN ME IN THE DELCIOUS DUNGEONS!