#If anyone has any questions I'd be happy to try and answer them

[energ00n]

Ok, making this clear now, this isn't an ask, but a message to those who keep bothering energ00n here. Some of yall are tripping hard or just are being plain ignorant or just being hateful cause y'all can never be happy & never touch grass for some reason.

That last post about Jazz being black and accusing energ00n here for being...idk, stereotypical or racist, is just plain stupid. Was there any racists moments they did or made? No. Was there any stereotypes? No. Was there any indication that he's a black man in all this and not a giant fucking robot in any sort of context whatsoever??? No! If anything, they're just treating Jazz like Jazz and in character in their own way, just cause they don't know the entire expansion of Transformers does not mean they are painting Jazz or any of character in a bad light. Like, for God's sake, I'm black, you wanna come at them with that shit then you better be ready to deal with my ass.

Secondly, those who are being ignorant or being downright annoying by saying this is bad, this awful, repeatedly asking questions just cause your ass doesn't wanna scroll down and read, then you might as well leave. Energ00n has answered the questions someone else beat you to, it's not that hard to read and scroll down. Plus, if your upset over a fan creation then this isn't the space for you, and who the hell takes the time & day to diss on a fan creation where nothing legitimately bad has happened. There is no proshipping, no racism, no hateful content, no misinterpreting anyone, none of that. Just a person who loves Transformers and wanted to share a really amazing AU with the world.

So please, leave energ00n alone and let them do their thing. They have made it clear multiple times, they're not an asshole for having boundaries, they're not a bad person and haven't done anything wrong. Get a life and go join a different fandom if you feel the need to critize someone for doing something they enjoy. Seriously, go after people who are problematic instead of waisting your time trying to justify an argument that never existed to begin with.

(Again, I'm sorry, just had to get it off my chest)

You're too kind to me!!

I've have a few black folks saying that my portrayal of Jazz is fine and it really warms my heart. I feel troubled that you guys even had to defend me because this is the most nothing burger situation ever. My Jazz was largely inspired by his character in Transformers: Exodus the TFP prequel novel, quotes and all. If I put any trope into Jazz, it's the Kdrama, anime, cliche love triangle trope, I have noooo clue what anon was talking about.

I'd like to note that you guys don't have to worry for me!!! I'll still get hotheaded at repetitive or weird asks but it's still entertaining to me than legit anger. If I really get stressed from asks or hate, I'll just shut off anon asks. I know how to handle myself, just want you guys to join in on the laugh whenever we get some weird asks lol

[accidental-hero]

I'm curious about your ocs' story/backstory! Can we get a plot summary (as badly explained or as detailed as you feel like doing)?

Sylene and Teagan are childhood best friends that are both from a small planet called Galadera. The people in charge suck and hate people with powers (literally not their fault as the old planet was only recently colonized within the last few hundred years by a few groups of different species and the planet itself mutated them and some of those mutations manifested itself as bio based powers. (Also some other people got "infected" via some bad lab safety protocols that resulted in powers but that's info for another time)))

Sylene grew up in a household with her mom, older brother and her shitty father. He was part of the government's intelligence agency and directly trained under the planet's Chancellor and was a very cruel man to his family. Sylene is the only one in her immediate family to have powers and due to circumstances unknown to her, were affected in such a way that caused her to be sick. Stress or overuse of her powers cause her to have painful fits.

Tensions started to rise on Galadera, so Sylene's mom made the executive decision to try and escape off-world with her two children while her husband was away. Teagan joined them but I'll elaborate on that in a bit. Unfortunately for her, they were either noticed or someone was tipped off and enforcers came to stop them, her mom sacrificed herself so that the others could get away.

The three escaped to Earth and parted ways for a while. Her brother got odd jobs to keep them afloat, Sylene did the same. The pair briefly joined a circus, Sylene as an acrobat before she eventually left it behind. A few years after that she became a part of the Legion where she's now a member of the B Team. (They're extremely chaotic but they get the job done)

Teagan grew up in a loving household with two parents and a younger brother. His mom and dad secretly were part of a resistance force to try and help those with powers behind the scenes, especially after discovering that both their boys had powers. Teagan's younger brother was taken when he was only a child after accidently getting caught using his powers and Teagan blames himself for it, even though it wasn't his fault. At hearing that Sylene's family was going to escape, Teagan's parents, despite it being the hardest thing they've ever done, told Teagan he had to go with them. It was too dangerous for him here and they'd already lost one child so they wanted him to have a better chance at life on a different planet. They planned to stay behind and continue their work while searching for his brother.

Teagan escaped to Earth and went to college, graduating early with a degree in mechanical engineering and a minor in computer sciences (he's a smart boy). He experienced another personal tragedy and found his life thrown off course, about a year later, Sylene reached out and convinced him to audition for the Legion where he's now also a member of the B Team.

[doctorodyssey]

hello!! my name is Denise. i am organizing this campaign on behalf of Mahmoud (AKA @5735765 here on tumblr) and his sister's family. edit on 7/12: Mahmoud has also created a separate account to help promote his sister's campaign at @ahedhassan99 !

Mahmoud was able to safely cross the border to Egypt, but several of his family members remain displaced inside Gaza. his campaign to evacuate the Gaza Strip has been verified by el-shab-hussein/nabulsi (124 on this spreadsheet). he's now trying to assist his family in evacuating.

this campaign is for his 4 nephews, including little Karim who is pictured above, and their family to escape Gaza. the funds will be used to help them safely cross the border when it's possible to do so, and for future living expenses once they are in Egypt.

PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE TO HELP THIS BEAUTIFUL FAMILY!!!

tagging a few people i know have been in contact with Mahmoud. please feel free to tag anyone else who will share! @apollos-olives @aces-and-angels @videodrome-fag @acepumpkinpatrick

as i am organizing the fundraiser on Mahmoud's behalf, i'd like to be as transparent as possible and i am happy to answer any questions i can about the exchange of money. please feel free to message me if you have concerns or if you'd like proof of my direct contact with Mahmoud.

[sunsetsover]

anyway so i literally cannot stop thinking about that fucking exchange on the swing. the way they're both laid so bare with neither of their secrets still stuck between them - not kant's, and not bison's either. and there's bison, with none of his bravado or anger left, just all small and quiet and docile between kant's arms. and there's kant holding him and sniffing him and stroking his hair and kissing his head because this is all he wanted, what he didn't dare to want yet somehow he's got it anyway, and there's just this very subtle feeling of him not quite being able to believe it, like he thinks maybe if he stops touching bison he'll disappear or kant will wake up and it'll all be over. like he has to soak it all in now before it gets taken away from him again. whereas bison looks like he could fall asleep at any moment because he knows now what he always knew, even when he thought kant was a snitch: there's nowhere safer for him to sleep than with kant at his side.

and then there's the conversation that they have, the first real one they ever get to have. and it tells us so much, but it almost feels like there's two conversations going on at once: what they're saying and what's being left unsaid. kant telling bison he's surprised bison is capable of hurting anyone. and bison's answer is 'grudges will make you do something you never expect you could', but what he's not saying is neither did i. and he says after he does it he has to get out, get away, do something fun to forget about it. and what he's not saying is i don't like it. and kant asks him if he plans on living like this, and he makes a joke about how it's exhausting living two lives, but what he's not saying is i'm worried about you. he says 'you can quit and start over' and what he's not saying is i will help you. we can do this together. i love you.

and then just. the vulnerability of bison to be like. 'i can't quit. this is the reality of what i do. i don't get a normal life. i don't get a happy ending. i don't get to settle down. i don't even get to keep my big brother. i don't get a home or a family or a lover. i'll always be running and hiding.' and the unspoken question is there: is that ok? will that be enough for you? would you still want me anyway, even if our entire lives will be one sacrifice after another?

but god, isn't kant made of sacrifice? isn't sacrifice how kant loves? so without even a second of hesitation kant says 'you have me.' and what he's really saying is i'm right here. i'm not going anywhere. you can't scare me off.

and you know what's crazy? with fadel all bison talks about is quitting, getting away, living his life. he wants it desperately but there's also something recklessly eager about it, like everything he'd done up until now would just disappear. but with kant it's always 'i can't, i promised, how can i?'. his responsibilities are always there with kant, as is the reality of what he is, what he would have to do, how he would have to live. but in that moment he finally says ok. well if i were to quit, this is how it would have to be. i'd have to hide forever, on this island away from the rest of the world. this is what it would be like. ok. ok. and then somehow, somehow he manages to be even more vulnerable when he's like kant. if i were to quit, would you move here with me? and underneath that, what he's really saying is this is all i have. is this enough? could i be enough?

and kant huffs and he pretends he has to think about it, but of course. of course he'd live here with bison. he'd go anywhere with bison. and it's a full sentence. nothing left unsaid.

but bison! bison never forgets his reality for too long, so of course he's like 'well what about babe?' and he's right of course, but can't you feel it? how desperately he's trying to scare kant off? to give him an out, a reason to doubt, to waver? but kant doesn't. he's steadfast. after a lifetime of 'no's he's been given his first 'yes', you really think a little thing like an island surrounded by ocean is gonna scare him off? god no. so he gives him the truth: once babe graduates, he'll be off to live his own life and it'll be time for kant to finally live his own. after a lifetime of living for babe, he'll live for something new. he'll live for bison. and i've seen people like 'no, he should live for himself!' which yeah i get it. but don't forget that this is kant's choice. after god knows how many years of never being able to chose what to do with his own life, he finally has a choice. and he's choosing bison. to love him. to sacrifice - not out of necessity for once, but by choice. because he can. because he wants to. because he loves bison, and wherever bison goes he'll follow.

and it's just. there were so many words said in that scene and so many kisses shared but honestly to me it all boiled down to this feeling of bison posing all these questions and throwing all these half-hearted obstacles in kant's way and asking still? still? you love me still? and kant's unwavering answer of yes, yes, yes, always.

[minkyungseokie]

When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

[gotham-daydreams]

I love your concept of batman!reader, it makes me want to rip out chunks of my room wall with my teeth. So perhaps you can tell me and the rest of the audience something more about that universe.

Cheers!

Of course! And if anyone has any specific questions about anything in particular I'd be happy to answer them as well :]

Nevertheless, the universe itself is... interesting, I'd say!

It definitely falls into this small category I'm sort of making for myself in terms of characters where they "do too much", even if their reasons vary. Since let's just say that Batman!Reader is honestly a little too much like Bruce, and if he was somehow more dedicated to the mission. And by 'dedicated' I mean if you take Bruce's self sacrificial nature, and crank it up to eleven.

It's a shame too because Bruce obviously wants 'Batman' to act more like 'Nightwing' - a symbol that people can look to, not in collective fear, but as a symbol of hope and justice. Batman!Reader on the other hand, does not make that possible. In their own way, they really try to become Batman and disregard the human beneath it all entirely. But that's getting a little too much into the actual story itself-

I will say that in this universe, Gotham is actually safe. The crime it was once know for has taken a heavy hit, and everyone is safe - but at the cost of criminals essentially fearing for their lives. Your average citizen is safe, but for those under the streets and in back alleys, its very much like they're "under new management", and one that isn't as forgiving as the Bats that came before the current one.

Though, that is by design.

As I said in the little summary/concept, everyone is dead - but they didn't all die right away. There was a process the reader went through to get the cowl, and they actually were able to dawn it before everyone got the boot - but as you can guess from said little summary, they still don't quite feel like it's their own. Batman is still Bruce, it's still Dick to them, even if practically everyone else in the city would definitely be confused if either of those two were to dawn the cowl again - if they were able to.

Alfred is actually alive! Albeit very old and definitely living his last days, as one can imagine.

There is new technology! But I won't go into specifics since I'm not really all that smart and can't really say anything besides "everything pretty much has an upgrade", so...

Batman! Reader is actually very anti social and needs to get out more, it really is like the early days of Bruce being Batman, but worse.

Reader also had their own Robin at some point named 'Sparrow', things... did not go well on that end.

I imagine that the Wayne Manor is on a hill, at least in this particular universe, and everyone is basically buried there a little ways away from the manor. The reader even had the Grayson's and such moved so no one would be apart from their family, it makes them feel closer that way and makes it easier to visit them. Not to mention it avoids a certain incident that happened a long while ago from happening again.

There are new villians! One of which actually causes the batfam from another universe to come into Batman!Reader's dimension. Another raises the dead, but that isn't important as of now - and there are more... as I come up with them and also remember to write them down! Do they have names? Not at the moment! And also I kind of suck at names if no one could guess from the titles I come up with.

There is a statue in Gotham of the Batfam - minus Batman for obvious reasons, but Bruce and Gordon are squeezed on there. Blüdhaven has a statue of Nightwing. In the building for Wayne Enterprises, they have little holographic models of their previous CEOs and such, along with everyone that's come before, Tim is the latest one on there - the reader has yet to submit their model. To which, a friend of their's is helping them with the buisness - think of her as this reader's Lucius Fox.

Batman! Reader only has two other servants aside from Alfred (though they are more like the reader's only friends), mostly to keep the Manor clean and take care of Alfred while they're away.

Reader is also very tech savy and into how machines work and what not, all that nerd stuff! So very much like Tim, Bruce, and Barbara in that way. There is always something to get done and improve, and I will say that the stuff Alfred used to get around - the reader made themself.

In classic fashion, Alfred is actually very disappointed in a lot of the choices Batman! Reader has made in their life, but so are those closest to them, so be fair...

With no context, Batman! Reader is like if "ManBat" actually succeeded.

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If anyone wants to know more, or has any questions, feel free to ask away!

[sporeclan]

Hellooooo! I’m working on a clangen blog of my own, so I’m going around asking my favorite clangen blogs some questions. I’m happy to get answers to whichever you feel like answering (or none at all if you don’t feel like it!)

What program and file size do you use?

If you use a font, what font is it?

How far ahead do you recommend playing?

Do you have any advice for layouts?

Do you have any tips for lighting/drawing fur?

Do you have any tips for making cats look more unique?

If you do backgrounds, do you have any advice for creating them?

If you use them, where do you recommend finding reference images?

Hi!! :D

1) I use Clip Studio Paint! Unfortunately not a free program, but I'm very very fond of it. Definitely recommend it to anyone who has the money! My file size is about 1680px wide, I believe? With varying heights. I definitely wouldn't recommend doing it that way, but it's what works for me so :')

2) I made the font myself, actually! Highly recommend doing that tbh, it's a happy medium between getting something handwritten looking without having to spend a thousand years writing haha :D There are probably a hundred websites out there that let you make you own font, but I used Calligraphr

3) It depends! For me playing to about 12-15 moons ahead with a minimum of 6 moons works really well with my style and workflow. Makes me able to cobble together these small interpersonal plotlines while also letting me occasionally play and get new drama to get invested in these characters all over again about. But if I were going for something with a major overarching plot, I would probably go a lot further ahead, if not straight up take the playthrough as far as I'd want it/until a game over just to not risk rng screwing with my plans

4) I would suggest looking up comic panelling tips in general for a better explaination than what I can offer, but I'll try to explain my basic process :'D I mostly go by heart, but I do like to sometimes follow this rule of thumb I like to call the 'Z'

When we read text, we learn to go from left to right, then back to left at a slight diagonal to get to the next line. By following that simple shape when placing characters and especially text, it makes it flow much more naturally to us. And when your pages flow well, you get to break that flow when you want a scene to feel more tense! I tried doing that with the last two panels of the page above and I really liked how that came out :D

Another couple of tips is 1) try not to make the panels too uniform 2) if you want to use two panels for one scene, slanting the side of a panel can make it feel like they flow into each other better, like matching two puzzle pieces if that makes sense 3) small overlapping panels are great for reaction shots and so fun to do!

And lastly, don't be afraid to break the panel border!

It can add a lot of momentum and impact if used right! Plus it's so fun to do <3

5) No sorry, I don't do lighting/shading in my comics at all :'D

6) I have a couple posts here and here describing my own process a bit! But otherwise I'd like to refer to whisper-cats' response to this same prompt, it's pretty in depth and I think they give some really solid advice here!

7) Not particularly, just find a style that works for you the best. I don't do a lot of backgrounding, but when I do, it's in this lineless limited palette style because that's just my favourite kind of background to make

I do highly recommend trying to limit how much time you spend on a background. Don't burn yourself out on one panel because then you'll never wanna finish the whole page!

And for 8), I dont use references so sadly I can't give you any good recommendations there either :')

I hope any of this made sense, lol! Good luck with your blog!

[nonbinarydeity]

How to communicate with your subconscious mind

So in my last post, I said that I communicate with my subconscious regularly. How do I do that, and what does it help me with? That will be answered here! Feel free to ask questions if you have any 💕

You may feel guided to read this post! If you do, don't ignore that guidance!! That is your subconscious mind telling you that it wants to talk to you, and showing you how to do it!!

The process of communicating with your subconscious is incredibly easy!

Specify that you want to talk to your subconscious mind. This can be as easy as thinking "I'd like to speak with my subconscious." Now that I have rapport with mine, I usually just call out "Subconscious?" in my mind, and it answers.

Allow yourself to be guided to its answers. This is the trickiest part of the process, but it does get easier as you practice! Basically, don't force yourself to think anything: the first thought that comes into your head should be your subconscious mind answering you!

Pro tip! If you feel resistance in your chest, mind, head, etc. you're probably forcing your subconscious to say certain things, and that's not actually what it's trying to say! When your subconscious mind talks to you, it will feel like your thoughts, but smoother and more free flowing.

After that, the biggest step is just taking with your subconscious mind. Talk to it like you would a person, because it's literally just you, and you want to treat you well 🥰 It might take a little while to become comfortable conversing with yourself in this manner, but it becomes easier every time you do it!

You'll likely find that your subconscious has a personality similar to your own, but it may act how you'd like to act, or how you used to act, etc. It will appear in the way that will be the most comfortable for you, so don't worry about it! Remember that your higher self is literally just you: the you that exists on the 4D plane. It wants you to be happy, and it loves you dearly, because you are a part of it!

Benefits!

In terms of manifestation, you can ask your subconscious mind directly for things if you desire. Of course, it will give them to you, and it will reassure you that you have what you want as many times as you need! What you want may still take some time to manifest, but know that your subconscious mind will have more answers about the delay than anyone on Tumblr ever could!

Your subconscious mind will likely be able to guide you to answers and conclusions that you would not otherwise think of or consider. It knows what you need to do to manifest, and it knows what's stopping you. Don't be afraid to ask it questions! It would love to answer them so you can get what you want 💕

[actual-changeling]

I do wonder if Crowley's optimism is actually optimism. If it weren't 4 a.m., I'd do a philosophical deep dive, but since it is, I'll just try to string some thoughts together.

At the core of Crowley's questioning stands, "What is the point of it all?"—it's what he wonders as Starmaker and what he defeatedly asks Shax at the beginning of season 2. It strikes me as a very specific flavour of trauma-related existential dread reinforced by his fall and the concept of the ineffable plan.

The thing is that Crowley already knows the answer to that question; it's just not a satisfying one. Because what is the point of it all? of us? of our lives? of all the suffering and the good and the bad and, well, everything?

There is no point. It's a fact you need to come to terms with rather quickly if you grow up traumatized, otherwise, you will break. There was no point in Crowley falling, just as there's no point in anything he or Aziraphale did over the last few millennia—they just are.

It's why any meta questions focusing on God won't get anywhere, there is no answer God would ever offer us or them; there is no answer that matters, period. Maybe God has one, maybe they don't, but it has zero effect on the story or what happens to them. It's terrifying, in a way, to think about it like this, because if there's no point to any aspect of our lives, why bother? Why bother when there are so many horrible things that could happen?

And THAT is where we come all the way back around to Crowley's optimism. He has long accepted the lack of answers (though I can tell you from personal experience that you never really stop asking anyway), but he needs to find a way to live with the world as it is.

'Everything's going to be fine sooner or later' isn't optimism; it's what you need to tell yourself to not jump in front of the next train.

Crowley's optimism is dreams. Dreams of him and Aziraphale being happy and together, dreams of their cottage in the south downs, dreams of heaven and hell never touching them again.

Dreams of life turning out to be better than what he is currently living.

From the outside, it can certainly look like optimism, but I see him, I am him, and I can guarantee you that it's not. It's a tiny pinprick of light in an otherwise dark sky that may or may not be actually there, but if you stop telling yourself that it exists, there's nothing left but darkness. You're afraid of the dark and its teeth because you have been bitten by them before.

So you keep repeating it over and over and over, and maybe one day it will no longer be a lie or you will be the light, but for now this is what you got.

It is also the reason why Crowley is going to be a wreck in season 3. Finally, he thought, we can be together and happy, and in love without being afraid. He reached for the pinprick of light, thinking it to be a star, and got ripped apart by sharpened teeth instead. Crowley needs that lie, and he just got completely disillusioned.

What's the point when, after everything, Aziraphale still leaves him?

No matter how much they love each other, Crowley needs to find an answer to that question within himself, not in Aziraphale or anyone else.

[prouvaireafterdark]

Hi! As someone just coming into reading the books but who's been with the show since day 1, I'm curious about why people take Lestat's narrative in TVL with 100% sincerity when the premise of the show seems to be interrogating the dissonance that everybody's versions create. Obviously there's some big things that are definitely going to be true, but I'd personally be disappointed if we got a straight adaptation of unfiltered Lestat perspective on events, haha!

I think you're conflating sincerity with some idea of omniscient, objective accuracy, which, as you note, is a useless thing to search for in a show where memory is continually shown to be an unreliable monster.

Lestat's version of events in TVL is sincere, though. He's speaking from the heart and he's trying to give the story of his life, mostly by sharing his truth about what his life before meeting Louis was like, and in part by filling in the gaps Louis leaves us with about what happened at Rue Royale. His recollection may turn out to be as faulty and biased as Louis' or Armand's has been shown to be in the show, but that doesn't make it any less sincere.

And I'm not implying that Louis is lying or anything. I'm talking about him not mentioning or glossing over the happy memories that meant a lot to Lestat and made up, for him, a big part of what it was to share a home with Louis and Claudia for so long. Giving Lestat the space to talk about his love for Louis and Claudia doesn't erase the abuse he inflicted on them in those moments of instability and rage. I don't get why people are so resistant to seeing that. It's not like it makes everything better. If anything, it makes it worse that he loved them so much.

What's important to note, too, is that at no point does Lestat in his retelling excuse himself for anything he did to Louis and Claudia and I doubt very much we would see him do that in future seasons of the show. Lestat even says it himself that he deserved what Claudia did to him. The way things worked out between the three of them is his greatest, deepest regret and it will haunt him for the rest of his immortal life.

Also, not for nothing, what we've gotten this season and last season are the unfiltered perspectives of Louis, Claudia, and Armand. That's not to say they're lying or intentionally obfuscating (okay, well, Armand totally is), but that is what we got---a narrative that was really challenged only by Daniel and not by anyone who was actually there who remembers it differently. I don't see why we shouldn't also get Lestat's unfiltered version, especially considered he is the main protagonist of the Vampire Chronicles series going forward.

For me and many others, it's not about excusing anything. It's all about contextualizing his decisions. Like, Lestat didn't just wake up one day and decide it would be fun to destroy his family. I want him to tell me in his own words (which, as a reminder, he has yet to do at any point in this series so far) what drove him to do the horrible things he did and how he really feels about it. When we do hopefully get that, I expect the fandom to interrogate his accounts as vigorously as they did Louis' and Armand's and Claudia's.

And to answer your question regarding the books specifically, we have Anne herself to blame for that. She wrote IWTV when she was battling some of the most intense grief and despair a person can feel. She had just lost her child. Writing the book was an outlet for that and you can feel it as you read Louis' perspective. When she decided to continue the series, though, she changed her mind about a lot of things---mainly who Lestat was as a character and how she had come to hate the "weakness" in Louis (which was really because she came to hate the "weakness" she saw in herself as she came out on the other side of her grief and identified with him less and Lestat more). There is a very real dissonance between who Lestat is in IWTV and who he is in TVL and beyond. The way she accounted for that in her own writing was that Louis was misconstruing certain events by leaving things out or straight up making things up like their reunion in NOLA at the end of IWTV, which Lestat claims never happened. The reason people take Lestat's words at face value sometimes isn't usually because they hate Louis or think he lied about Lestat's abuse. It's because Anne, as the writer of the story, wanted the reader to doubt Louis' version in favor of Lestat's because she had changed her mind about the direction of the story and the characters she created.

It's also worth noting that, in the actual text of the show, that version of events taken from the book, the content of the original interview, is described by Louis himself as an admitted performance. I think it's a perfectly legitimate reading to consider IWTV (the book) in the context of Louis trying to get Lestat's attention with something he knew would upset him, like Armand suggests was Louis' fantasy, because he wanted or needed to see him again.

This got long and rambley so I'll just leave you with the wise, wise words of Samothy Reid when asked to give one truth and one lie in the show: Everybody lies. Everybody lies.

I don't think that will change if we finally get Lestat's POV so imo people should just relax and enjoy the ride.

[grandlinedreams]

Hii! I love your writing! Can you do a Law x shy yn please?

Hiya!! Thank-you so much, that really does mean a lot to me to have people enjoy my writing! Absolutely, I hope this is to your liking!! setting context: uh....just after Wano/defeating Kaido

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves meㅡ

"There you are." You look up from your idle task as Law approaches. "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"Nothing," you answer, hoping he doesn't notice the half-plucked flower in your hand and the discarded petals by your feet.

"Not in the mood to celebrate?" he asks, moving to settle himself beside you, Kikoku set aside carefully. He's been cleaned up and bandaged well, most of it hidden under clean, untorn clothing.

"Something like that," you answer. You hadn't meant to worry anyone with your disappearance, only that the loud, boisterous energy that the Strawhats seem to radiate is usually too much to handle when you see them. They have reason to celebrate, and you don't want to ruin the mood with your less enthusiastic presence. "What about you?"

"There's only so much of them that I can take," Law remarks dryly, though there's a hint of a smirk when you stifle a giggle. Despite his frustration and outwardly begrudging tolerance for them, you know Law has a growing soft spot for the other pirate crew. (Luffy has that kind of effect, you've noticed. Eternal canon blast cheer and a tenacity for friendship that strangely seems to always work in his favor.)

There's a lapse into comfortable silence, the sound of some distant nighttime animal echoing as you twirl the flower stem between your fingers. It feels foolish to put any kind of merit into the sway of a childhood game ㅡ you're smarter than that, you know better than that. (Curse those romantic notions you've read so often in books loaned to you on occasion by Ikkaku.)

"Something on your mind?" Law's question makes you look up and over, finding him watching you with soft amusement. "You were sighing pretty heavily. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Your cheeks warm, the half-limp flower spinning faster now between your fingers, an outlet for nervous energy. "Do you think..." You trail off, fighting for the right words. "Do you think we deserve a happy ending?"

It sounds dumber now that you've said it out loud, giving a voice to those idyllic fantasies you've so often found yourself mentally entertaining as of late. Especially so in voicing it to Law, when you know he's a man of science and logic.

"I think so." Law's quiet answer makes you jolt, watching him in surprise. He isn't looking at you, gaze focused somewhere off in the distance as he speaks. "I didn't used to, not when I was so sure that I'd die trying to bring down Doflamingo. And I made my peace with that, so long as I got revenge for Corazon."

Carefully, tentatively, you scoot closer. "And now?"

"Now..." He trails off as he lifts his arm, wraps it around your shoulders to press you closer to him. "I want that. It's what Corazon would want, too." He turns towards you, raising an eyebrow in question. "What about you?"

You spin the flower stem, watch the whirl of the remaining petals before letting it slip from your fingers. You don't need that, not with the weight of Law's arm around you, the quiet, tentative requital of your own feelings. "Yes," you answer at last, "I think we do."

[bouquets-for-fandom]

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I'm just asking to leave it at a reasonable amount and not to request 50 or so at a time!

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I send the bouquets anonymous on default.

You do not need to send them on anonymous in order to keep your name a secret

If you would like to have your name or @ included you need to tell me in your ask specifically!

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Yes! Just let me know what you want written on the card and I shall deliver it with the bouquet

Can I choose a color or flowers?

Yes absolutely! The background color, flower color and flowers can be chosen by you but it's not a must.

Please keep in mind that I can't fulfill all wishes flawlessly but I try to do so to my best ability!

If I don't get any color or flower wishes I just send a random bouquet

How do I know if my bouquet will be sent?

If you send your request off anon I will answer your ask privately to let you know that your bouquet has been queued and will be sent out within the next hours or days

Please do not send in your request a second or third time because it hasn't been posted yet. All requests will be posted! (See further down on how to reach me if you have questions)

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If you have any questions in that time you can always dm me

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I do not take any payment or donations for running this blog. It would make me very uncomfortable if anyone sent me money on kofi or wherever for spreading love as this isn't something I do for myself. This blog is about spreading love and making people happy - nothing more.

If you would still like to donate something I'd ask you to send your money to a good cause instead of into my pockets.

How can I reach you if I have questions?

If asks are open you can contact me via asks.

My dms are always open as well!

You don't need to be scared about showing your face / staying anonymous. I'm running this blog alone and I don't tell anyone anything - not my friends, not the bouquet recipients.

Lastly, I do not care if we have personal issues and you would like to send bouquets to people. This is peaceful grounds and will not look at you sideways, make fun of you or ignore your request. Any issues between us stay between my personal blog and you - see this as just a service not run by me. I'm staying professional and send bouquets regardless of our relationship or lack of it.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Let Us Teach You - Chapter Ten

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Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Description:

"Okay daddy, I trust you" I say. "What will you show me?"

"We'll start with something small, is that okay doll?" I nod to him, wanting him to know I said yes. Steve smiles at me, taking a deep breath, he swallows hard before speaking again.

"Lie back on the bed doll"

(Bucky and Steve have a daughter, and they teach her about sex)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,328

P.s... This fic is not for everyone, it has incest. That is not a thing everyone likes reading, so if you don't like reading stuff like that, this isn't the fic for you. I'm no condoning any of this, this isn't real life, this is fanfiction :)

In the morning, I woke to Steve and Bucky smiling at me, I giggled a little at the fact they were both just watching me. 

"Morning doll, sleep well?"

"I did, what do we have planned today?" I asked, hoping they would say lazy day, I think we had more lazy days than productive days. 

"We thought we'd have a lazy day doll, if that's alright with you?" Bucky smiled. I beamed, getting exactly what I wanted. 

"That's completely alright with me" I giggled, snuggling closer to Bucky. 

"Oh yeah? You sure doll...we're not too boring for you?" Steve teased, his fingers trailing up and down my arm. 

"Never" I reply "I would much rather spend my time with you than anyone else" Both Steve and Bucky smiled at me, Bucky's arms tightening around me. 

"We feel the exact same way doll, the moment we're away from you, all we do it count down the minutes until we see you again" Steve spoke, I giggled a little and tried wiggling away from Bucky. 

"You two are so squishy" I giggled. 

"Squishy huh? Did you just call us... Squishy?" Bucky speaks softly in my ear. 

"Yeah!"

"Well isn't that a nice way to speak to your daddies" Steve spoke in a pretend angry voice. I said nothing, but snuggling into Steve, Bucky followed my movements and snuggled us both. 

"You're lucky you're so damn cute doll" Bucky whispered.

"Do we need to prepare daddy?" I ask, my eyes looking right up into Steve's eyes. Steve looked at me a little confused at first. 

"Prepare for what doll?" He responded. 

"For when we have sex" I say quietly, my cheeks going red. 

Both chuckled a little, Steve smiled at me and moved his hand to hold my cheek. 

"We'll darling, I'll need to use my fingers down there, make sure you're all relaxed and comfortable" Steve explained, his thumb stroking my cheek. 

"Okay daddy" I smiled, happy to have my question answered, my stomach grumbled a little and I giggled. 

"Someone's hungry, I guess we better make you some breakfast" Bucky spoke, his lips tickling my ear. 

"Yes please" I say and we all crawl out of bed. 

"Why don't you shower whilst I make breakfast" Bucky smiled at me. 

"Okay" I say grinning, I looked over to Steve "Join me?"

"Of course doll, I'd love to" He smirked and followed me into the shower room. 

I undressed and stepped into the shower, feeling the water hit my body, Steve stepped in and began covering me in shower gel making sure I was al bubbly. I copied his actions and washed him, it felt relaxing, the two of us showering, washing each other. Once all cleaned, I got dressed for the day and made my way to the kitchen, Bucky had finished making breakfast, so we ate together, sitting quietly. 

"What would you like to do doll?" Bucky asked. 

"Maybe we can play some games?" I ask. 

"Sure doll, that sounds fun, we can do that" Steve smiled. 

"Let's set up the Nintendo Wii! And I can show you both how to play...again" I smirk. Both Steve and Bucky laughed a little, they were awful at video games, and I mean awful, it was hilarious to watch, and secretly I loved watching them be awful at games but still trying to be good. 

"That sounds perfect" Bucky grins. We finish up breakfast and Bucky and Steve go and sit on the couch, I set up the console and gave both Bucky and Steve a controller each, of course I showed them how to use the controllers, and that they had to point it at the sensor in order for it to work. 

"You're like our little gamer girl" Bucky smirks at me. 

"Well you didn't have video games in the 40s, someone had to teach you" I responded, giggling. 

We play for hours, most of the hours are them learning the games, but nonetheless it was fun, and I loved winning every game, or getting higher points for them, it was the only time I did win against them. They hated losing. We had a few food breaks, but mostly snacks, we were in the gaming zone. 

"Can I ask something?" I ask randomly during a game of Wii Resort. 

"Of doll, ask us anything" Steve smiled at me as I turned to him. 

"Will daddy watch us, when we have sex?" My cheeks felt red and warm.

Bucky suddenly pulled me into his arms holding me close. "Of course I will doll! You think I'd miss it?" 

"No" I giggled, wiggling in his arms. 

"I will be preparing you my sweet, and then daddy will show you sex" Bucky explained in my ear, he said it deep, his voice sounded low and husky in my ear. 

"Okay daddy... Can we do it now?" I asked, looking at Steve with my puppy dog eyes. 

"Of course we can, are you ready?" Steve asked, I nodded, and the three of us rushed to the bedroom, Steve crawled onto the bed, and watched Bucky and me. I started to take my clothes off, but Bucky stopped me. He slowly started taking my clothes off, kissing my skin as he went. Once I was naked Bucky lifted me to lay on the bed, he laid me next to Steve so I was pressed against his side. Our skin touching. 

"You sure you're ready doll?" Bucky asked me. 

"I promise daddy, I'm ready"

Bucky smiled at my answer and moved so he hovered over my body, he kissed me gently, his lips feeling soft and gentle against mine. His lips stayed on mine for a little while, taking things really slow. His lips left mine, kissing along my jaw and down my neck, he sucked my neck gently, leaving a mark. He kissed down my body, leaving little marks over my chest, his tongue played with both of my nipples until I was panting for more. He gently bit down on my nipple, his fingers finally threading through my wetness, I was soaked, I could hear how wet I was, I felt dirty but it wasn't a bad feeling. 

"How d'you feel doll?" Bucky asked, his tongue tracing circles around my nipple. 

"Really good daddy" I whimpered as two of his fingers pressed into my wet hole. I looked over at Steve, seeing him watch us, his hand was around his cock, I felt fuzzy inside when I saw it. 

"That's what we like to hear doll, you're doing so good" Steve reached down to whisper in my ear. I whimpered loudly, Bucky's fingers moved in and out, repeating their motions faster and faster.

"Feels so good" I pant loudly. 

"What's the plan doll, wanna make you feel oh so good" Bucky mumbled, his lips moving against my skin, his fingers slowed as he entered a third, I whined a little, it hurt the tiniest amount, but I could take it. He slowly moved his three fingers. 

"So full daddy" I gasped. He looked up from my chest, his eyes full of worry, he stopped moving his fingers. 

"No, don't stop daddy" I whined. Bucky chuckled, he moved up to kiss my lips. I spread my legs further apart, wanting more of what Bucky was giving. Bucky chuckled, his lips on my neck once more. 

"You like that doll?"

"How will you know when I'm ready?" I asked, my words stuttering. 

"I'm stretching you open baby, so daddy can put his cock inside you" Bucky whispered, his voice sounded so different from normal. 

"Will I hurt?" I whimpered, a little nervous. 

"Only for a short while darling" Bucky whispered, telling me the truth "We promise only for a little while" His fingers sped up. his hips were rubbing against my leg. 

"Okay, I trust you" I whisper. 

Bucky smiled at my words "You're such a good girl, you're doing so good" He whispered against my neck "Stevie I think she's ready"

Steve asked me again if I was sure, and I told him I was 100%, I was so ready. Steve looked over to Bucky and then back to me, his hand was touching his hardness. They moved around, Bucky moved to lay next to me, whilst Steve took his place hovering over me. He moved his hardness to line up with my hole.

"Hold Bucky's hand baby" Steve whispered. I listened to him reaching over to hold Bucky's hand, I shut my eyes and braced myself, I felt him poking at me, and slowly he pushed his hard cock into me, I gasped loudly, holding onto Bucky's hand tightly, my other hand reached up to hold Steve's arm, I held on tight. Steve pushed further into me, he groaned as he was now fully inside of me. I moaned loudly, feeling fuller than I had ever felt. My eyes were shut still, my head resting on Steve's shoulder, and pain and pleasure surged through me. 

"That's it baby, you're doing so good" Steve whispered. The pain soon stopped and slowly Steve started moving in and out, slowly and gently, I moaned loudly at his movements, this felt amazing. Steve's breath was heavy, his head rested by my ear, and he was moaning with each thrust. Bucky was watching me, making sure I was okay. 

"I'm so glad we doing this, it feels so amazing daddy" I moaned, I felt so stretched, his cock was so big, it was hitting so many amazing places, letting the feeling overcome my body. 

"We're glad too, you're doing so good" Steve groaned loudly in my ear. His movements were still slow, so slow, I wanted more. 

"Daddy, can you move faster?" I asked, my voice not sounding like my own. Steve nodded at my request, his lips finding my shoulder, kissing me, sucking marks, he moved his hips faster, thrusting into my quicker than I could imagine, I screamed loudly, holding onto his shoulder and Bucky's hand. Steve's hips backed away and then collided with mine again, each time harder, instinctively I moved my legs up, wrapping them around his waist, somehow allowing him to thrust into me deeper than before. 

"Daddy you're so good at this" I panted, my words coming out with loud moans. I moved my head to face Bucky, he obviously knew what I wanted and moved forward pressing his lips to mine, I kissed him until I moaned again, allowing him to explore my mouth with his tongue.

"I love you both" I whimper, moving my head away from Bucky's lips. 

"We love you baby" They both spoke at the same time. I moaned loudly, my head starting to feel dizzy.

"So close" I whimper, wrapping my legs tighter around Steve's waist. Steve's hips thrusted into my harder and faster, I screamed at the feeling as I cam hard, feeling my body shake as it hit me. I held onto Steve's arm and Bucky's hand hard, the only thing keeping me from blacking out at the feeling. 

"Oh daddy, that was wonderful" I whispered wistfully. 

"Good baby, I'm real close" Steve answered, his hips moving still. 

"Daddy!" I gasped "Where will you come?"

"Can I come inside of you?" Steve asked me, his head moving to stare into my eyes. I nodded, he moaned loudly and pressed his lips against mine, his hips rutted against me, his movements becoming irregular, he moaned loudly, his breath getting heavier until he let out a loud groan, his head fell to my shoulders and I felt his cock pulsate within me, a warm feeling following that. 

"That felt so good" I smiled, my legs rested back on the bed, feeling overused and shaky. 

"You did so good baby" Steve whispered to me, kissing my cheek. 

"I did?" I asked, looking at them both happily. 

"Yeah doll, we're so proud of you" Bucky responded. I looked down seeing Bucky had finished all over himself. 

"Sorry doll, couldn't help myself watching you both" Bucky grinned. 

"I'm glad you felt good too daddy" I whispered, leaning over to kiss his lips. Steve moaned as he pulled out of me, I suddenly felt empty, my hole clenched around nothing missing the feeling. 

"I want to run you a nice bath my darling" Steve smiled to me, his lips pressing to my forehead. 

"Okay daddy, I really enjoyed myself, thank you" I whispered to Steve. He smiled at me and left the room. 

"Would you join me daddy?" I asked Bucky, he nodded and helped me out of bed, my legs still felt shaky. I followed him into the bathroom, Bucky slipped into the water first and patted his chest, I smiled and climbed into the water and rested my back against his chest. 

"You feeling good doll?" He asked, his voice soft in my ear. I snuggled into his arms, feeling safe and warm. 

"Perfect daddy, I'm sorry you didn't get to have me first"

Bucky chuckled, his chest moving me in the water. 

"It's okay doll, I'll get my turn soon enough" He whispers. 

"Exactly!" I say, my eyes feeling heavy as I use the sponge to clean myself. Bucky grabbed the sponge and took over, he slowly washed my skin, his lips gently grazing across the skin of my neck.

"Mmm so relaxing" I sigh. 

"You like that sweetheart? Feeling relaxed?" 

"So relaxed, I may need to get out and go to bed" I giggled.

"You getting a little sleepy?" He asks. 

"Can you blame me?" I answer. 

We got out from the bath, and Bucky toweled me dry, I heard Steve in the shower as we left the room. Bucky and I crawled into the bed, and he pulled me in close. 

"Daddy?"

"Yes doll?"

"I feel sore down there, it that normal?" I ask, my eyes shutting as I laid with him. 

"Yeah doll, it's normal, it'll go away soon" He explains. 

"Okay daddy, goodnight"

[ashfae]

Things I would like to happen/not happen in Good Omens Season 3

Small things in no particular order, just to put this out here, in a few years I'll come back and laugh: - More about the Fall - Never ever finding out what Crowley's angel name was. I genuinely don't want to know and especially don't want it to have been important. - Eric getting to be badass for once. - Muriel getting to be badass for once. - Eric and Muriel coming to a similar Aziraphale and Crowley "....look does anyone know what's going on? I don't think so. We are very small in comparison to these huge things how about we work together a bit trying to figure it out?" type of thing. - Finding out WTF is up with Crowley's spotty memory. Has he been made to forget things? I am curious. - The crux point of the season being Aziraphale needing finally once and for all to choose between Crowley and Heaven/recognizing that goodness is not something that can be mandated/all that jazz - More of Aziraphale's diaries - A hug. I'd like another kiss, I don't want smut (happy to keep that for fanfic and let them be platonic onscreen), I do absolutely want them to have a big "oh god I missed you so much" hug. - Crowley having left London. I strongly suspect he's gone abroad, feels like that was foreshadowed in the magician's wheel scene. I favour Sin City/Las Vegas for hilarity but the Spanish Riviera for the alcohol. - Much as I'd like to see all the human characters again (from s1 and s2) I doubt anyone except Muriel by proximity will have been in contact with any of them and I feel their part in the overall narrative arc is complete. We'll get new ones though. - Jesus Christ to show up for the Second Coming and promptly not do what anyone expects or wants him to do, and I sincerely hope I can't predict it either. Also man would I love it if he's called by Yeshua/Yeshoshua. - For Christ's actions and choices to be ultimately less important than Aziraphale's. Yes, I really want Aziraphale and his love for Crowley to be the primary mover of this season. - Crowley to say "Ngk". "Heigh ho" would give me the greatest joy but "Ngk" would be sufficient. - For God to NOT just show up and sort it all out and preferably to not appear at all though Francis McDormand narrating will always be a joy to me. - A return of Gabriel and Beelzebub. Actually this seems inevitable given everyone's entirely justified love of Jon Hamm. I have my own pet theories of what the plot of season three will be but I'll keep that to fanfic out of respect for Wait And See. Edit: I forgot to add, FOR THE LOVE OF SOMEONE DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT THIS OR LINK HIM. I don't want him to answer questions! Me wildly speculating is NOT the same as wanting answers, and besides, he wouldn't answer anyway, and rightly so!

[ninyard]

Hii, I guess this is a question not only for you but also your followers. Why wouldn't it be ok to like aftg? Like I've seen people say is problematic? But the only thing I've seen criticized is how unrealistic it is and like is a book so... idk maybe I lack critical thinking on some topics so if anyone could point me where to look I'd love to keep liking these books while being aware of it's failings :3

this is an interesting question! i guess the biggest part of whether it wouldn't be "okay" for someone to read aftg would be somewhat down to personal tastes.

re: the unrealistic part, i think if you go into a lot of books expecting them to be "realistic" you'll probably find there's a lot out there that just... isn't. i myself think that 90% of the biggest arguments i've seen about it's realism are from people who 1) refuse to suspend disbelief for the sake of enjoyment or 2) go into it with a certain expectation as to how realistic it's going to be before reading.

you can pick apart a million different books and movies and tv shows out there and find "unrealistic" parts in them all. and what do people say is even unrealistic about it? the different languages that are spoken in it? the trauma all the characters have? i understand it, to some degree, but i think people who think that fiction that is unrealistic = fiction that is bad, are probably just reading the wrong things. and that's fine. it's personal taste. but not everything has to be realistic for someone to enjoy it. that's just me.

as for the problematic aspects of it, i guess my gut instinct is to say that's once again down to personal perspective and opinion. i personally don't like or agree with some things in it, but i don't know if i can definitively say, oh it's problematic for this reason or that reason. are there triggering topics in aftg? are there uncomfortable scenes and problematic things that the characters do and say? are there bad people who do bad things? yes. that's just the truth. does that make the books themselves inherently problematic? i don't think so. but maybe i'm wrong with that. i don't know.

if you try to justify and explain and dissect everything that happens or is said in a book like aftg, i think you can probably find yourself in a real rabbit hole of is this appropriate? is this okay? is this problematic? i just feel that, it's a book, that has shitty things said and done in it, and it's up to you yourself whether you think those shitty things cross the line of being problematic or not. there's limits to everything, and while i dont think aftg crosses those limits, it doesn't mean i think it's perfect or an exception to criticism.

i guess what i mean is that if you try to find things wrong with aftg, you'll probably find something. it's not perfect. you could pick it apart if you really wanted to. but i suppose i'm just happy enough to enjoy it without doing that because it is what it is. it's a book about people who have had shitty things happen in their lives, about people who say and do shitty things, but i don't think it glamorises or makes those shitty things okay. me liking the series also doesn't mean i'm 100% a-okay super cool with everything that happens in it either. i am not the media i consume or enjoy.

but it's also really important to listen to people who talk about things that do personally hurt them or make them feel like they're not seen for who they are or what they've been through. i can say that i personally am not offended or hurt by 99% of what happens, but that doesn't invalidate someone who was. that doesn't invalidate other people who aren't me who say "it's problematic for x reason". i'm happy to share any insights into this if anyone wants to send them my way!

maybe this isn't a good answer to your question and i'm still not sure if i've gotten my point across properly. there's a million things problematic about aftg, i guess, but it's just about where you draw the line between the problematic content inside the series, and it maybe being a problematic series from the outside. i don't know exactly where to point you towards to have a balanced understanding of why it might be okay vs not okay. i'd just say to keep an open mind and listen to what people say when they raise their concerns about it.

[scarletts-scribbles]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hey! Here's a compiled list of prompts for people to use, feel free to submit any of these for requests or to use in your own writing. I didn't come up with all of these myself so check out the credited creators! Requests are not limited to these prompts, feel free to think of your own or change these up!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 «» 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“I’d rather sit and do nothing with you than do anything with anyone else.”

“Would a hug make things better?”

"You wanna cuddle for the rest of the morning?"

"Just hold me?"

"You're being extra cuddly this morning."

"Quiet night on the couch?"

“You make me want to be the best I can be.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon.”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“You look really cute in my clothes.”

“You’re special. People like you don’t come around often.”

“I’ve only ever loved you.”

"You're hogging the blankets."

"May I have this dance?"

“Are you blushing?! That’s adorable.”

“Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

“You should smile more often, it looks good on you.”

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

“Should we make it official?”

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"Can I braid your hair?"

"I'm not giving up on you, ever. I promise you.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“I’m proud of you, no matter what.”

"You're the worst, I love you so much."

"You got me flowers?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

“Did you ever really love me?”

"Why did you come back?"

“You couldn’t just let me have this, could you?”

“Just because you hate your life doesn’t mine to get to dictate mine!”

“Look what you’ve done…”

"You promised you wouldn’t forget me."

“I don’t have an attitude, I just answered your question.”

“Please say something!”

"I get it! You're jealous!"

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“Is this how it really ends?”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“It’s too late for ‘I’m sorries’.”

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

“Ha… I told you you’d outlive me.” 

“Since when did you ever care about me?!”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Kiss me one last time?

“Why did you think you could change this?! You’re nothing!”

“This is all your fault.”

“I vouched for you! How could you?!"

"God, how blind can you be?"

“You’re either a fool for not knowing or an idiot for not doing something!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

“Shut up and just let me take care of you!”

“Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

“And just when were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“You’re awfully quiet today.”

“Get behind me.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“Hey! Hey, relax it was just a nightmare, I’m right here.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

“Try and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“Bless you! Jesus that nearly gave me a heart attack, how about a little warning next time?”

“Your hands are freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

“Show me?”

“Your bedside manner is awful.”

“Your not exactly a good patient.”

"Did you eat something bad?"

“Would you like a heating pad?”

“I think I just started my period…”

“Oh darling, this fever, you’re totally burning up.”

“You can sleep in my bed, if it'd be of any help.”

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Did you remember to take your meds this morning?”

“Don’t be stupid, now sit down before you pass out.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Stay?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding for gods sake!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

"I want to taste you so badly." 

"Make me beg for it." 

"Oh I can do this all night long." 

"Be a good girl and use your words darling." 

"You surprise me every day." 

"Let's find out how much you want it." 

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer." 

"Come on, please, do it." 

“Don’t worry, I’d take you out for dinner before I eat you out for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”  

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

"Oh, you like that?" 

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" 

"Well, let's see what happens tonight." 

“I’ll be gentle, baby.  Don’t worry.” 

"Can you kiss it better?" 

"Keep the noise down, baby.  Someone's gonna walk in." 

“God, you look amazing like this.” 

"Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” 

"Oh, you're hard to please." 

"I had a very nice dream that started like this." 

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"I'll go as long as you need." 

prompt sources: @.scealaiscoite, @.sleepywriter00, @.dumplingsjinson, @.euthymiaaa, @.novelbear, @.luvmmarner, @.promptsbytaurie, @.creativepromptsforwriting, @.rosewritingprompts