#also i have quite a few asks in my inbox right now so answers will take longer than usual !

[soaps-mohawk]

I'm going to be honest

I'm having a genuinely hard time making this post. I've been fighting with it for a couple weeks now, but I think it's time I finally make it.

I'm not having fun on this blog anymore.

It sounds bad, but honestly, it kind of is.

I think a lot of it started from the very beginning with the precedence and expectations I put on myself. I've always tried to respond to every comment I get. Even from the beginning. It's just a polite thing to do since those who leave comments took the time to write out what they think of my fic, even if it's just a keysmash. I've always felt the need to thank those who leave comments or reblog my writing or (now that tumblr has it) replied to my fics. It worked fine before because none of my fics were particularly popular. Even my most popular fic (at that time) didn't get as much attention as CRCB has. I've never had a "big blog" before, nor a fic as popular as CRCB has gotten.

It was fine at first, responding to everyone, engaging with everyone. I was riding that high of omg so many people are reading and enjoying my fic! I've never had anything quite like this before.

Now...it just feels more like a chore. I set this precedence on this blog that I respond to everyone and I know a lot of people have said that they're surprised I responded to them and to everyone, and now I'm getting why a lot of writers don't. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've just been robotically saying the same thing over and over trying to respond to people now. I used to love seeing asks in my inbox and reblogs and replies but now? All I feel is dread because I have to respond to all of those.

Turning anon off was a big help. It lessened the sheer volume of asks I was getting a day. And while I do feel bad for all of my anons who prefer to stay anons, with everything that happened (the multiple incidents) with anon that kind of started to suck the joy out of everything. That paired with the obsessive need to constantly have my inbox cleared and make sure everyone gets a response...I can understand now too why big blogs will have 200+ asks in their inbox. It's hard and it's exhausting and I'm burning out.

First it was the fic that was burning me out. Things have gone on far longer than I planned and I just wasn't prepared for this fic to go on and for a while there it was dragging. I'll admit that. If I could go back, I'd speed up a few things, but it's done, it's posted there's no going back. I kind of hoped I would have the mental capacity to upload more than once a week too, but I just couldn't. I still can't.

I've come to dread posting chapters because I know I'm going to have to reply and respond to everyone. The only thing keeping me posting is the fact that we're in the part of the story I've been excited about since the beginning and also because I keep leaving everyone on cliffhangers and I love torturing y'all with all of them.

So that being said, this is in no way to shame anyone for interacting with me, anyone leaving comments or replies or sending asks. Don't feel bad about doing it please. I appreciate all of you that have engaged with me and it really means so much to me. Honestly, earlier this year, if I didn't have this fic and everyone on this blog, I might not have made it to now. It's been a really rough year and it's still going to be into next year. It's just getting to the point where I need a break.

I've needed a break for a long time. I thought taking days off the blog would help, and it did for a couple of weeks, but now even on the days I'm supposed to be on the blog and engaging, I just find myself queueing stuff up and just being offline most of the day still.

I'm tired. That's the best reason I can give. I'm tired and burned out on life and I'm tired and burned out on this blog.

So...I think I need a break. I need to not keep responding to every single reply and reblog every chapter. I need to not force myself to answer every ask right away, no matter how much I want to. I feel bad, but I know everyone would rather have me here and enjoying the blog than forcing myself to interact to the point where I'm dreading it and just robotically repeating myself over and over with every reply and answer and comment.

I won't be pausing the fic, I won't be not uploading. I'll still be posting chapters, I just might not be interacting as much as I have been. It's just putting such a mental strain on me still, even with anon off, even with days off. And with things getting busier for me, it's going to be too much to try and deal with irl stuff and write and try to be super active on the blog. There's going to come a point where I have to sacrifice the writing or the blog and I'd rather sacrifice the blog to keep myself sane, and also to keep trying to finally get this fic done. I love this fic, don't get me wrong, but I'm just burning out.

I'm already burned out in a lot of ways.

I was planning kinktober this year but honestly I'm considering not doing it because I know interaction is going to be insane and it's going to be a lot to keep up on. Plus trying to write that many fics is hard and I'm not sure I have the ability to do it. I have a few done but now I'm just like...is that something I want to do on top of irl stuff and CRCB.

There's just no joy in it anymore. It's not anyone's fault but mine. I put the pressure on myself, I held myself to that standard for this long despite the fact I knew it was draining me. I've tried to push through when I should have prioritized myself. I feel so guilty not responding to everyone. I feel so guilty being a day or two late responding to everyone.

I want to be here and interacting and responding to things but I just can't bring myself to anymore. It's no one's fault, and this is not a drag on anyone, or an attempt to make anyone feel bad or guilty for interacting or sending asks or anything. I'm just airing out the truth and saying what I need to say because I feel like I've been so robotic and lifeless with my responses these last couple weeks and I feel like I need to explain why. It's nothing anyone has done. It's my fault. It's 100% my fault.

Things have just gotten to be too much and it's my fault for forcing myself to be so active. The social battery has dropped into the negatives. I'm not a social person. I can only handle so much interaction and I've pushed so far beyond that, that things have gotten to this point. I want to be here and I want to have fun and I want to use this as an escape but I just don't feel that way about it anymore. It's a chore for me, a job, something I feel like I have to do and it's my fault that I feel that way. It's my own standards and expectations I set on myself, and my expectations on what I think my followers want and deserve and now I feel like I've gone on too long like this that I can't change things without hurting anyone's feelings. I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them in favor of others because I know there's writers out there that do that. They only respond to a certain group and ignore others that comment and reblog. I don't want to make anyone feel like I'm doing that to them and that's now led me to here.

I'm forcing it and I'm tired.

It's been hard these last few weeks. The life has just been draining and draining continuously. The joy and the love I have for this blog and my followers and the interactions and the fic. The last anon bullshit that happened was just kind of the last nail in the coffin so to speak. The straw that broke the camel's back. Things stopped being fun. It made me feel bad (and not in the guilty way, though that was a part of it) and I'm honestly just over it. I'm over the blog, I'm over interacting, I'm over life at this point. August is a hard month for me and every year it seems to get worse and worse. A lot of it is unrelated to anything online and I was going to make a post about it but honestly I just don't want to. Those that know, know. Those that don't...it doesn't matter.

I'm getting annoyed by the blog, I'm getting annoyed every time I look in my notifications and see an ask or a reply or a comment. I'm getting annoyed by some of my followers and that's not fair to you. Everyone always talks about how nice and kind and patient I am when I'm really not. I'm not the person I present myself to be on this blog, the way I mask myself so I can present myself as being a normal, kind human being. The mask is coming off because I'm so tired I can't keep it up anymore. It's happening here and it's happening in real life. I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm angry at a lot of things and the last thing I want is to start taking it out on my followers. You don't deserve that, especially when it's not your fault, it's nothing any of you have done. It's all me.

It's not you, it's me.

So for the sake of not burning this whole thing to the ground, I'm going to take a break. I'm not replying to everyone, I'm not responding to every reblog, I won't reply to every ask I get right away, if at all because sometimes I just don't have anything to say in response and I need to learn that's okay. It's nothing against you. It's not aimed at anyone specifically, I'm just trying to put myself first and stop things from escalating. I need a break and I'm going to do something selfish and I'm going to take it.

Don't apologize because it's not your fault. Don't apologize because you think you might have contributed to this because you didn't. It is no one's fault but my own.

I'm the one that needs to apologize to all of you because I've just not been myself because I've been forcing myself to be someone I'm not. I've been very unfair to a lot of people over the last seven months that this blog has been active and I've held a precedent that is not sustainable in the long run and made everyone believe that I was capable of maintaining that kind of interaction when I'm not.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been putting everyone through this. I'm sorry I've been so detached and robotic and ingenuine. I'm sorry I led everyone to believe I'm someone I'm not. I'm sorry I've dragged this on this long that it's gotten to the point that I have to make this post.

I considered just disappearing but that wouldn't be fair to you either. I don't want to put you through that, so I'm pouring all of my thoughts out and making you read through this fucking novel of a post. If you've made it this far, then congrats I guess. Gold metals to you who bothered reading this far.

Anyway, all of that aside, I'll still be posting chapters. I'll have them scheduled and I'll probably come on and add links places to keep things current. I'll respond and reply and answer asks when I feel like it. You don't have to stop sending them, but just don't expect them to be responded to right away anymore. I'll probably still be here reblogging things I want and doing things when I feel like it.

I just need a few weeks to myself. Time I don't have to care about the blog at all and keeping up with it. Anon will remain off for the sake of keeping asshole trolls away, and also so I don't open tumblr and have 200 asks in my inbox after a week. Sorry to my anons but it's just the way it needs to be right now. Maybe once this break is over and I've dealt with irl stuff, I'll consider putting it back on. I just can't after everything I dealt with recently on anon.

It'll be the same on Ao3, for those that follow here and read there. Comments will probably sit for a while. They won't be answered right away anymore unless I get the energy to burn through them. Even then I won't try to answer them all at once like I did this last weekend.

I'll try to reblog something every day so y'all know I'm alright. I don't want y'all to panic and it's not fair to put you through that, especially those that might not see this or bother reading it. Those that follow simply for the fic and nothing else. I'm here, I'm just not...here.

This week's chapter is in the queue to be posted tomorrow as usual. Chapters will still come out as planned since I'm not stopping writing, just taking a break from the blog itself.

Thank you those of you who stuck through to the end here. I appreciate all of you so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I let things get to this point and I'm sorry to anyone that I've gotten rude or snappy with because I couldn't be selfish and put myself first. I'm sorry to anyone that got a robotic, repeated response to something they were probably excited to share. I'm sorry I've been so unfair to everyone and I hope you can forgive me.

Take care and I'll talk to everyone when I have the energy to.

[mxtantrights]

Jason as red hood dropping off lost animals at a shelter and being smitten by one of the volunteers?

a/n: thank you anon for sending this in I could marry you!!! love love love this idea and If you want more.. my inbox is open!! <33 I hope you like it, enjoy!!

You think you'll have a door just for him. Only he can go through it, only he would have the keys to it. And he could come by as he pleases.

Yeah.

It's late at night when he comes in. The bell over the front door rings out and takes you out of your late night work. You were filling up needles for the night crew and also filling out paper work from earlier in the day.

"I've got another one." he says.

You lay down the needle and jog over to the front door. Jason Todd walks in with a cat in his arms. It seems calm and unmoving. It's white fur dirty and a bit matted.

"Highway?" you ask.

You take out your flashlight and carefully look at her pupils. They dilate to the light and track it as your move it around. No signs of a concussion but a scan would really answer that question.

"Yeah, she was doing cars left and right. Didn't seem hurt but you usually do scans right?" He asks you.

You look up at him.

You nod your head, "Yeah I can do an ultra sound...do you mind staying?"

In that moment, you try to dissect the way he's looking at you. No, you didn't mean for it to come out like that. But you did mean to ask. He's the one that saved her from the highway. His presence could help her stay calm.

Jason clears his throat, "Yeah I can, I can stay. Sure."

"Okay, follow me."

-

The cat, who Jason is calling Ziggy, is resting peacefully in a pen on her own. You close the gate gently and lock it after. You turn and look at Jason now.

He's standing a few feet behind you with his arms crossed over his chest. A serious look on his face.

"You know sometimes, it's not always a bad story. Sometimes its a good one." you speak.

"A cat on a highway dodging cars is a good story?" he asks you.

You sigh, "I've had some come in this office with extensive injuries and they were dumped on the highway. In a bag or no bag. Just left to fend for themselves in a dangerous environment."

"How do you do it?" he asks.

"Me being here makes a difference. I'm here when someone like you shows up with an animal in need. You make a difference too Jason." you answer.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I'm just doing what I can."

"Which is more than most do. So give yourself some credit."

"I don't really do that." he says.

"Well, you keep coming around here I'll do it for you." you reply.

He doesn't really answer. He just hums a response. An approving and a quite silent hum. But a hum nonetheless. You smile at that.

You remember the first time he came here and dropped of a lost bird. He barely said more than four words to you. He told you about the bird and then he parted ways. You didn't expect to see him again but he keeps showing up.

And you want him to.

[heyhoeudoin]

do u have general kink hcs for aged up!karma akabane? :’> he’d be such a kinky bastard and i’m such a brat so i’m just over here like 👀

A FUN DISCOVERY

“Karma's Kinks...”

pairing: aged up!karma akabane x reader

words: 0.9k

genre/s: mature, MINORS DNI!

warning/s: swearing, kinks, sex, mentions of dick, no pronouns (unless i slipped)

synopsis: karma's kinks... plus you

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a/n: answering this before any of the other asks in my inbox right now is unfair (because i just got this the other day), but when i read karma akabane and kinks; something awoken in me. hope you're happy with this because i don't exactly delve with anything sexual and this is essentially my first attempt.

karma akabane is one sadistic hot bastard and so i'm very sure that's a big part in his sexual desires. i also think this guy has a good amount of common kinks, but also has these specific wants during sex.

kinks i'm sure that he'd have:

bare backing (having anal or vaginal sex without a condom)

cum marking (letting a man's semen visibly dry on your skin or keeping a man's semen inside of you via plugs)

the feeling of him raw inside of you just makes it better for him. would he cum inside though? no because he'd rather see his cum sprayed all over you; on your face, on your stomach, on your back, on your ass... anywhere on you. just the image of it makes him all hard again.

begging kink (begging and pleading to have sex, for release/orgasm, to perform an act, etc.)

controlling orgasm (different from orgasm denial/delay because in this your partner gives you all the reasons to cum, but when you are close, they ask you to hold it which can get quite exciting if properly executed and done)

orgasm denial/delay aka edging (type of play where someone's orgasm is denied entirely, limited/ruined or delayed)

are you guys seeing my vision yet?

he loves it when you beg him to cum already. he loves to tease you and making you suffer relentlessly especially when it comes to you finally getting that sweet sweet release. when you tell him that you're about to finish, he suddenly stops all together and waits for a few seconds as you whine loudly to him.

karma loves hearing that whine come out of your mouth and that moan you make after he takes his entire dick out and pounds it back into your hole.

sadism (the kink for providing pain)

an obvious kink of his, but there's layers to it.

bitting (the act of bitting or nipping the skink whether it is to break skin or leave marks) or leaving marks in general

choking

degrader (like to degrade and humiliate their partner either by acting upon them in a degrading way or by forcing them to do things they consider degrading)

face slapping

rigger (likes to restrain their partners, either by physical item [cuffs, ropes, etc.] or instruction [known as mental bondage]. restraint can be full-body, or involve a single body part. bondage may include furnitures and devices)

spanking

he loves leaving marks on you, any kind of marking whether it'd be bites or a shit ton of hickeys. choking you while degrading you is one of his favorite things to do. also slapping your face, especially when you're giving him a blow job. your face turning red from the multiple slaps he'd given you. it makes it look like you're flustered. he also loves spanking your ass since every time he does, you'd make a moan.

but here's some next level sadism (in my opinion):

electric play (playing with electricity and tame shocks well above the lethal level)

wax play (playing with molten hot wax)

he definitely tried other types of plays, but these two are the ones he likes the most. he likes using electricity on your nipples because he loves to watch you bite your lip in pain and let out an airy moan once you get used to the pleasurable pain (he likes watching your nipples slowly perk up as well).

some times when he pounds you from behind, he'd hold a candle above your back and let the wax fall and land there. every time you fell a hot wax drip on your back, you'd arch your back further down and let out a cry of pain that then turns into pleasure.

loud moaning

being dominant

brat tamer

he likes being in control and touching you and making you scream which is why i think he wouldn't like voyeurism because he'd rather do you himself than watch.

public sex

here me out...

he loves to tease you right?

the biggest tease is him fucking you in public. works especially well if you work in the same building/company as him. the thrill of being in a public place where anyone could catch him pounding himself into you. you trying your best to scold him by saying "karma, we're in public!" but ultimately gets shut up by his mouth and/or dick.

that type of excitement; he just can't get enough of it.

and then a kink that i'm not sure he'd have, but it'd be pretty fitting if he did:

crying ("i love to see you cry")

i think that once you start crying either from begging or from something else, he'd fuck you like there's no tomorrow.

crying would be his ultimate turn on (and i'd be fucking terrified).

the first time you cried is when karma tried hot wax on you for the first time (only because you weren't a masochist yet) (yet because karma made you into a masochist).

he watched the wax melt off of the candle and drop onto your exposed back. you cried in pain as your reflexes took over and you flipped yourself onto your back. you stared at karma with tears threatening to fall out of your eyes.

"what the fuck was that?" you asked with a shaky breath as a tear rolled down your cheek.

karma blinked owlishly. then, in a quick second, he hooked his arms under your legs and slammed your back against the wall. his hands flat against the wall, pushing you against it as much as he can. he slammed his dick back inside you and pounded in devilish speed (you cried a bit more, which just fueled him a lot).

let's just say it lasted until the next morning.

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a/n: i'm very shocked with how this turned out. i actually quite like what i wrote here.

[myownwholewildworld]

I really don't know what I would do with myself if I didn't have your amazing Joel filth to read fr. Can we get a lil glimpse of what else you're cooking in terms of future fics and requests? Also, if I might request one, would you consider writing something about peepaw Joel and coming untouched?🫣🫣

omg hi anon!! you’re so so so darn sweet 🥺 this ask made my day, i swear, so thank you so much for sending it in! i’m more than happy to feed you all some old man!joel because only the devil knows how badly i need him. i kid you not, i’m not okay whenever i think of him 😮‍💨

right, so for future fics right now i only have one in mind, and it will be the continuation of this request mixed with this other thought i had – basically, the day you ride your peepaw’s limp dick is the day he actually (and finally) gets you pregnant with a bit of help from his good ol’ friend the g-spot 😵‍💫 i have quite a few notes written down on my phone for it so the thots be thotting real bad…

as for requests, here’s a list of what’s currently sitting in my inbox in no specific order. what would you all like to read next? 👀

you’re tommy’s wife but he’s an ass, so joel consoles you *wink wink* (this would be an AU to the current pairing)

surprising your old man with some sexy lingerie and showing it off in public

the first time Joel gives you head – you’re feeling a bit insecure about it bc your previous partners were assholes and you’ve never really enjoyed being eaten out before

a younger man tries to woo you and joel gets jealous / insecure about your relationship, so he tries to back away. obviously you won’t let him do such a stupid thing…

the first time you and joel have sex and girl (gn), you’re struggling to take him. he's gotta train your pussy well 🫡

edging / overstimulating joel while he’s tied up – and your poor old man comes without your permission...

putting a cockring on joel / more edging / use of vibrators + g-spot stimulation for your old man

lovemaking – just sweet and fluffy

thigh riding a fully clothed joel while he’s working on some blueprints in his public office. then he fucks you stupid on the desk and tommy interrupts 🤠

and then your own! – joel coming untouched (hopefully i won’t forget about this one since i’m answering the ask now but pls feel free to send in a separate ask)

so yeah……….. got a few! lmao i’ll get to ALL of them i promise! every time i look at my inbox i just drool all over the keyboard cause omfg you guys make me feral for this man… so yeah, keep sending them in pls! love you all <3

[posttexasstressdisorder]

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4. Volunteer for a Campaign

Not ready to be a candidate? Volunteer for a campaign or your local party committee. Every campaign needs volunteers, and there’s no better way to support free and fair elections than by working for a pro-democracy candidate.

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[storm-angel989]

Don’t try to force yourself to make content, okay? Self care is way more important than putting stuff out, even if it makes others happy! Us fans will gladly wait until you’re mentally and emotionally ready!😉 Also drink water and eat real food, not just snacks!!!

Hi Friend,

Thank you so, so much for your kind words- I read your message as soon as it popped into my inbox and I did exactly as you said <3 I took the weekend, had some real food, rode a few horses and all of the sudden, a story I've been working on clicked (and I wrote a few more!)

As with all things, I expect it to ebb and flow but I appreciate everyones love, care a support more than words can express! Please enjoy below story and thank you again so so much for your love and patience!

<3 Mandy

Angel recognized the sound, and apparently Valentino did too. 

The noise in itself was a concern. But it was Valentino’s reaction to it that interested Angel the most. In the middle of what was supposed to be an important shoot, Angel watched Valentino rush off down the darkened hallway only to reappear moments later with a look on his face Angel couldn’t quite distinguish. Softness, maybe? Whatever it was, it disappeared the moment Valentino sat back down.

“Angel, what the fuck are you doing?” Valentino snarled as he raked his glowing eyes over the set. “Lay down and read the fucking lines.” 

As with all things, Angel obeyed. 

Now, as Angel stood in the entryway to his dressing room, that same noise from the week prior floated down from the hallway. Soft, childlike giggles in an empty studio. A sense of unease washed over Angel.  As abusive as Valentino was, he still had boundaries- and allowing kids in his studio was a hard one. Surely, Angel had to be hearing things. Maybe an actor or actress with a childlike voice. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. If there was, in fact, a kid running around in here it would be easy to get lost. Hell, sometimes he even found himself turned around and he had spent years here. 

Hesitantly, Angel walked down the familiar labyrinth of halls and rooms. 

“Hello?” he called out softly. 

Silence answered him.

“I have gotta stop drinkin before shoots,” he muttered to himself as he turned away.

“Papi?” A girlish voice came from behind him. “Papi!” 

Angel jumped and whirled around as tiny arms grabbed at his waist. Blonde hair, blue eyes, human like- Angel couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He opened his mouth to ask her who she was, but she began before he could get a word in.

“You’re not Daddy. You’re a stranger,” the child shouted as she jerked away from him. “I want Daddy.” 

Angel bit back his surprise. “Does..does your Daddy have a name?”

“Daddy.” 

Of course. Typical kid answer. Angel wracked his brain as memories flooded through. Images of his own baby sister, from his human life, floated through. Painful reminders of a distant past he tried to keep pushed down. With a deep breath, he knelt down to her level. 

“Okay kid, what does your daddy look like?”

“Daddy is tall. And he wears heart shaped glasses. And a big cozy red coat. But only when he goes to work. And I think this is Daddy’s work.” She answered confidently.

Angel felt his stomach drop. Val had a kid? Fuck, Val had a daughter? Shit. What should he do now? If he brought her back to Valentino, would he get punished? Forced to work extra hours for daring to find out his secret? But as he looked at the little girl, the sinking feeling grew sharper. He couldn’t leave her here. It wasn’t safe. And if he tried to send her back to where she came from, she’d probably end up lost- or worse. Seeing no other option, Angel took a deep breath.

“Come with me then, kid I’ll take you to yer dad. You got a name?” He offered her his hand. 

To his surprise, the little girl took it and walked next to him. “Reader. What’s yours?”

“Angel,” he replied as he focused on the hallway ahead. The feeling of her small hand in his, the familiarity of a tiny voice, a little human by his side. Flashes of his own past, his human life. Painful fragments that shattered through his mind like glass shards. He tried to swallow them back with each step they took towards Valentino’s office. 

“Daddy!” 

The little girl’s yell jerked Angel back to attention. He let go of her hand as she raced across the empty studio and to his shock, she jumped into Valentino’s arms. Angel watched as the overlord of lust and depravity wrapped the little girl up and kissed her on the forehead. 

“Bebita princessa, where were you? You have your Uncle Vox all worried!” Valentino scolded in a voice Angel had never heard him use before. 

“You promised Daddy! You promised a piggy back ride and you left!” She shrieked in response as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You promised!” 

Angel thought for sure Valentino would hit her. Or at the very least, scold her the same way he did his employees. Instead, he watched Valetnino’s expression soften. 

“I know mi amore, I’m sorry,” he told her, “but you have to go up to Uncle Vox now, Papi has to work. Later tonight, I promise.” 

Suddenly, as if he instantly became aware Angel was watching, he jerked his head up. Their eyes met and Angel couldn’t read the expression on Valentino’s face. Anger? Appreciation? 

“So, uh, you have a kid?” Angel asked as he crossed his arms. “I, uh, found her in the back. Down the hallway. She was lookin for ya.” 

Valentino’s expression changed to one Angel knew inherently well. Cold, merciless impassion. 

“If you tell anyone, I will fucking kill you,” he stated. “Don’t think I won’t.” 

That, Angel didn’t doubt. He opened his mouth to promise he wouldn’t, but before he could get a word in, Reader’s voice floated through the empty room. 

“Daddy? What’s fucking mean?” 

Angel watched as Valentino’s expression went from cold to…unsure? Uneasy? Angel couldn’t tell. 

“I, uh, don’t worry about it baby, it’s,” Valentino stammered.

“An adult word. Only adults can use it,” Angel answered quickly. 

To Angel’s surprise, Valentino looked relieved at his explanation. The ping of the elevator and Valentino turned away. 

“Angel. Don’t be here when I get back.” Valentino said sharply. “I’ll call you when I need you again.”

“Does that mean I get the night off?” Angel called to the retreating figure. 

No answer. Angel shrugged and back in his dressing room, he pulled on his jacket. Might as well spend the rest of the night at the hotel. After all, Fat Nuggets could use a little extra attention.

[moodymelanist]

if you are accepting smut requests for a nessian drabble, could we get cassian buying a new vibrator for nesta 👀 thank you!

happy sunday! you absolutely can hehe. my inbox is open all month long for other ideas 🫶🏽

For the vibrator in question I was thinking something like this.

Cassian had been home for nearly an hour, doing his best to stay quiet about his little surprise while Nesta enjoyed a book on the couch next to him, when he finally cracked. “I got you something while I was out.”

“Hmm?” Nesta said, not quite looking up from her book. That was alright; he’d have her full attention soon enough anyway.

“I said I got you something,” he repeated. Just like he thought, she immediately moved her bookmark so she could look up properly. “You wanna come see?”

Cassian had been out running some actual errands — mostly buying some new clothes for work and picking up his and Nesta’s dry cleaning for the week — when he’d just so happened to drive by his favorite store. They’d also just so happened to have some new vibrators in stock, and he’d been in the mood to see how long it would take to get Nesta off using one of them.

Not that Nesta had any idea of that at the moment, anyway. But Cassian knew his wife, and he knew she’d be more than willing once he did fill her in on his plans for the afternoon. It hadn’t been hard to sneak the bag inside with all the other things he’d been carrying, and it had only taken him a few minutes to wash his newest purchase, lightly pat it dry, and plug it in to make sure he could use every minute of that battery life.

Nesta’s eyes briefly narrowed as she tried to figure out just what Cassian had in store for her, but he wasn’t giving anything away. After a few moments, she just sighed and closed her book properly. “Fine. Lead the way.”

“Mhmm.” Cassian grinned before leaning in to steal a kiss, thoroughly enjoying the way Nesta parted for him. “Follow me.”

Once they were in their bedroom, Cassian didn’t waste any time. “Take off your clothes.”

“And they say romance is dead,” Nesta replied with a roll of her eyes. Cassian grinned before he closed the door and leaned against it, his pants already tightening as he watched her shrug out of her loungewear. “Now what?”

“You could at least fold your clothes,” he answered, his grin widening as her eye gave a slight twitch. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, I wouldn’t.”

“I’m not thinking about anything except being good,” she told him a bit too innocently. She bent down and collected her clothes, making a big show of folding them nice and neatly before laying them on top of the dresser. “See? All done.”

“Gold star,” he responded, pushing himself off the door so he could pull her into a kiss. Her skin was so soft and warm under his hands it was a miracle he could stay focused on the task at hand, but he somehow managed to remember his actual goal after a few moments. “Mhmm. Lay down on the bed, I’ll be right back.”

“With my surprise?” she asked. “It better be a good one with all this buildup.”

“Be a good girl so I don’t have to blindfold you,” he said, nipping at her lower lip before letting go of her. “Don’t make me think of something actually mean.”

“Whatever you say,” she said back. She slid a hand down his body to cup him through his pants, a satisfied little noise escaping her as she squeezed his rapidly hardening cock. “Mhmm. Don’t keep me waiting that long.”

“Whatever you say,” he repeated, teasing her just a little. He swatted her ass lightly in retaliation before actually taking a few steps away from her. “Bed. Now. I’ll be right back.”

Nesta pouted a little but turned to do what he said. Cassian allowed himself one last look before he went into their bathroom, pleased when he saw the new vibrator was fully charged. It wasn’t anything fancy — just one of those vibrators that offered both internal and external stimulation — but that hadn’t been the main reason Cassian had picked it up.

That honor belonged to how the vibrator had a remote control function. Cassian and Nesta weren’t in a long-distance relationship, but he was sure thankful to the people who were so that something like this could even exist. He took a final moment to make sure everything was set up correctly on his phone, and then it was go time.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Cassian asked as he entered their bedroom, stopping in his tracks at the sight before him.

“You were taking so long,” Nesta answered, spreading her legs even wider as she continued to pump two fingers into her cunt. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I’m sure you couldn’t,” he replied. He closed the distance between them and kneeled on the bed, reaching out with his free hand so he could grab her wrist. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice.”

“I’m always lucky,” she told him, gasping as he pulled her fingers out to replace them with two of his own. She took him easily, silently asking for more by the way she rolled her hips, but he wouldn’t get distracted so close to the finish line. “Cassian…”

“Hmm?” he asked, slowing down just enough to frustrate her. It was hard feigning nonchalance with her spread bare beneath him like this, but they both enjoyed it that way. “Did you need something?”

“You know what,” she answered. She knew better than to try and speed up the pace herself, but he could tell how bad she wanted to.

“Yeah, I do,” he said, just a little mean. “You’re getting something else today. Open up, sweetheart.”

Nesta didn’t hesitate to open her mouth, and Cassian’s cock twitched in his pants as he watched her accept his fingers. She swirled her tongue around them the same way she’d do to his cock if he gave her the chance, and God did he want to let her.

Not now, though. This was about her; he’d get his opportunity some other time.

Once his fingers were licked sufficiently clean, Cassian pulled his hand away from Nesta’s mouth and sat down on the bed properly. He was still holding the vibrator in his left hand, so he transferred it to right hand so he could finally unveil his plan.

“You ever tried one of these, Nes?” Cassian asked. At the shake of her head no, he continued on. “It vibrates on both ends.”

“Where are the buttons?” Nesta said, eyeing him suspiciously.

“You don’t need them right now,” he said back. “I’ll control the speed through my phone.”

“Oh.” She subtly opened her legs even further, and he knew he’d won. “What are you waiting for?”

“A ‘please’ would be nice,” he retorted, smirking as he placed the tip of the vibrator against her cunt. She was so wet it wouldn’t take much to push it inside her, and

“Please, oh please, would you torture me with your new vibrator,” she replied flatly. It didn’t land as hard given the way she gasped as he pushed the vibrator inside her, but it was cute that she thought he wouldn’t take her at her word.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he answered, opening his phone and getting all the settings just right before he turned the vibrator on.

“Cassian, I was kidding,” she tried to backtrack immediately, but the damage was done. He just smiled at her before hitting the on button. “Cass— oh, fuck!”

He’d put it on the second-highest setting just to prove a point, only letting her writhe on the bed for a few moments before turning it down to a much more reasonable halfway point. She was breathing hard from the sudden vibration, a delicious flush spreading across her cheeks, and he wondered how many times he’d have to make her come before he could make it spread further down.

“I’m not feeling as nice anymore, sweetheart,” Cassian said once she’d calmed down a little. “Give me a number.”

“What?” Nesta said back, her eyes a little dazed. She was rocking her hips, chasing the vibration against the clit while trying to fuck the vibrator a little deeper, and while he respected her eagerness, he needed her to listen to him. He reached out and pinched her thigh hard enough to make her squeal and she finally said, “I — I don’t — um, six?”

“Six?” he repeated calmly. “You’re sure about that?”

He hadn’t quite made up his mind about whether it would be six orgasms, keeping the vibrator at the sixth setting all night, or edging her six times, but it sure was fun watching her squirm on what she thought he would do. “Um. No. Seven?”

“Lucky number seven,” he replied. Orgasms it was. “That’s how many times you’re going to come tonight.”

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, immediately stopping how she was rocking her hips to try and hold back her impending orgasm. “Does— does this one count as one of them?”

“I don’t know,” he pretended to muse as he unlocked his phone. “It feels a little… unfair, doesn’t it? What do you think, Nes?”

“I think it’s perfectly fair,” she answered through gritted teeth.

Cassian upped the intensity to the next level, smirking as Nesta tried to fight the vibration’s inevitable conclusion. “I mean, you did have a bit of head start.”

“Cassian, please,” she moaned, trying to arch away from the vibrator. Unluckily for her, there was really nowhere to go. “Fuck, I’m so close, I can’t—”

“I guess we can count it, then,” he told her with a put-upon sigh. Sensing the was really at the end of her rope, he leaned forward and pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, thoroughly enjoying the way she cried out at the added sensation. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Nesta’s entire body tensed as she came, and she moaned something that sounded like a mix of several curse words combined with his name. Cassian didn’t turn the vibrator completely off, but he took a little pity on her and decided to turn the vibrator down to the lowest setting.

“There’s one,” Cassian murmured, gently rubbing circles into Nesta’s ankle.

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he waited for her to catch her breath enough for them to continue. It was going to be a long night.

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[bridgetlynn]

Sooo...did you guys know that I'm a "high and mighty bitch"?

Apparently, I'm also "pathetic and need to get over myself."

Oh! And "cheating is a hardline" is "pathetic fake trauma made up so Mel can't fuck Langdon".

I never said 'don't write it' I just said 'that's the one thing I can't read'.

There are genuine assholes running around the tags who are needlessly viscious towards Mel and Langdon shippers. I say one time that I have one single thing I will not read and yet I'm the problem for this person? Explain that shit.

Walking in on your partner of 4 years fucking your best (well former now obviously) friend in your bed kind of blows up your entire life. I then got months of variations of "she misses you. she didn't mean to sleep with him. it was an accident. How can you blame her? It's his fault they started screwing around (for 6 months). what do you mean you won't be a bridesmaid? (yes I'm serious on that one)" which caused me to lose quite a few other friends because I was being terrible for blaming my friend for sleeping with my boyfriend. Funny enough I actually blamed her more. And yes, I verbally eviserated them both and blew up their lives right back accidently/on purpose. Oops? sorry not sorry. They're lucky I didn't physically remove body parts. You can absolutely blame the mistress as well when they know you exist. It's not like she tripped and fell on his cock.

I also went to dinner and partied the night away three years later - when a year after they got married she got caught cheating on him with a friend of his. So sad. boohoo. yawn. KARMA. So, fake characters or not (in ANY fandom) I shouldn't have to be like 'Let me sit there and re-traumatize myself for no necessary reason just because it's popular'. I shouldn't get shit just because I've said I won't read it. I don't care how well written or "prolific" the writer is. I reiterate - I never said "you shouldn't write it". I don't give a fuck what someone wants to write or what someone else wants to read. As long as I don't have to. But I am allowed to state that I won't read it. Cause as long as I'm not running around the internet screaming "no you can't write that! how dare you! omg! Stop! I hate them! WHY?!?!" I'm not bothering anyone. And if that's bothering you - then that's a whole other issue. Like, climb out of your safe space and grow a thicker skin.

Anything like this pops up in my inbox again and I'm just going to write a story (with pre-apologies to the non psychotic kindgon shippers) wherein Mel and Langdon cheat on Abby - only it exists in actualy reality and it blows up in their face like it would in the real world and nothing works out the way they want/expect it to. Then post it as an answer to whatever toxic twat is sending me these "asks".

(Oh and lookie there - I don't tag it with fandom tags that way I'm *gasp* not harrassing people who don't want to read it in their followed tags! Isn't it amazing how that works?!)

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Hi, Tatsuo! This has been in my head for quite a few times, may I request a story when suguru's s/o who's a sorcerer asked him, "If I were just a normal human, would you let me live?"

considering their relationship and how much they love each other 🥹 thank you very much!

Welcome my love ! 💗 I absolutely adooooore this request and was very inspired by this idea so thank you a lot for coming in my inbox with that wonderful story ! I hope I did good with the little thing that I wrote and don’t hesitate to come back here to tell me if you liked it, have a very nice day/night 💓

You were peacefully resting your head on Suguru’s lap, his monk attire feeling soft under your cheek as you felt your soulmate tenderly caressing your hair while he hummed calmly to you. And before you know it, the question escapes your lips in a whisper.

« If I were just a normal human, would you let me live ? »

Suguru’s hand stilled in your hair at the question, and at this exact moment you were afraid of the sheer honesty of his answer, closing your eyes in prevention. But when his hand started to caress your head as gently as before, you opened them back again.

« I know that the answer I should give you is no, I know it…after all I…I…killed my parents…I had to…I really had to….I had to », Suguru repeats these same words as a way to persuade himself, his voice sad and strangled as he tries his best to hold his ground, he couldn’t waver in front of you he thought, as he must be strong for you in order to protect you. You hold his free hand tighter, effectively soothing his pain away. His voice then starts to be perfectly clear and confident with his honest answer to come, the only one that Suguru knows to be real.

« But I also know that I could never live without you from now on, I know it’s selfish and doesn’t make any sense with my plan, but…but…I would burn the whole world to the ground in order to save you, than to live a single day without seeing your pretty smile, or feeling your soft lips against mine, hearing you say that you love me or feeling your hand caressing my cheek when we look at each other in the night, that I am sure of. »

After Suguru has finished talking, you try your best not to let out all the tears that gathered around your eyes. And you could have, if Suguru wouldn’t have gently took your face in his hands in order to make you sat up and look at him. Just for you to notice that you weren’t the only one being moved by his declaration, a few tears rolling on Suguru’s alabaster skin, as he closes the gap between your bodies to kiss you fervently, his hands sitting on your jaw as a way to deepen the embrace even more. Suguru needed to feel your presence, to show you that he meant those words and that right now he was okay with being selfish if it meant that he could live the rest of his life kissing you everyday like he does at the moment.

🤍 Suguru Geto Masterlist 🤍

[windvexer]

hello new followers :)

Heya my buds, quite a few new followers recently and some inbox chaos along with that. Therefore, quick PSA:

This iteration of Windvexer has been around for about 3 years now, and I'm now getting more asks than I have actual time to answer.

I like being theory/techniques/troubleshooting guy. I do not like being "please google this for me and tell me the answers you got" guy.

I don't have the time to do research for people right now. It's also not really that fun for me. It's not like I have a mystical magus wizard library with the true secrets. I am also just going to google it.

If you send an ask that is just asking me to look up correspondences for you, I will probably not answer it.

I do not usually prefer to help people interpret their own spreads. Due to my magical beliefs about divination, I do not think this is usually helpful in an anonymous and passive context anyway.

(I did recently offer to interpret a spread for someone so I'm not surprised or upset more asks like this are in my inbox, but just an FYI, I do not usually do them).

I know my masterposts are old and out of date, but I would really appreciate it if you just look to see if there are already linked posts that answer your question.

***Because of all the asks I'm getting now, even if I had been answering similar questions in the past, does not mean I can necessarily do that now.***

I know my thing is publishing an essay with every ask but to keep up with how things are going now, my answers are going to have to get a lot shorter, or I'm going to have to start deleting a lot more asks.

Either way something has to be rebalanced. I know how people can read into things so I thought I'd just make an announcement upfront :)

[ingravinoveritas]

Hello, lovely followers. I was traveling for work again in the second half of this past week, but I'm now home and looking forward to answering all of your Asks that I've been seeing in my inbox. I first wanted to reflect a little bit, however, because this trip was also a personal one for me.

This week's travels took me to Anaheim, California, which is where Disneyland is (I think I actually must've not been far from where David and Georgia just were, funnily enough, as my hotel was right by the park). It wasn't my first trip to Anaheim, though. The last time I was there was when I was 11 years old, on summer vacation with my dad in California while my mom was on a tour in Italy at the same time. As you'd expect, my dad wanted to take me to Disneyland...but I was too scared and overwhelmed, and we only ever got as far as the parking lot. The gates were visible, and I remember how they loomed, that feeling of something foreboding washing over me...but rather than excitement, my tiny body was filled with dread. I mentioned this while in conversation with one of the hotel employees during my stay, and he said, "What kind of kid doesn't want to go to Disney?"

What kind of a kid. Well, an autistic kid. A kid who was constantly anxious, emotional, and terrified of sensory overload. A kid who hated crowds and noise and rides. A kid who didn't travel well to begin with, because she was afraid of new places, anything unfamiliar, anything that wasn't safe and home.

A kid who was me.

Even before this, there were so many ways that the world had said "This is not for you." But still, there was something different about it happening there, in the bright California sunshine. My favorite Disney princess as a kid was always Belle, because she also loved to read and didn't fit in with the people around her. Belle connected more with books and animals than people, and that made me connect with her. But Belle was also beautiful (as Disney princesses tend to be), and thanks to the bullying from my peers, I was very aware that was something I was not. So no matter how much I wanted to be Belle, there was no way I could ever be a Disney princess.

This is not for you.

Thinking about all of this during my trip made me feel so many things, but I was most surprised to find myself feeling a sense of nostalgia in particular, a longing for the child I was, who I wish I could comfort. It also made me feel such sadness for that child and anyone else who finds themselves in a situation or a place where the world thinks they should be happy, but they're not. And there are few things more difficult than feeling that way in (of all places) "the happiest place on Earth."

I didn't end up going to Disney on this trip, even though I had a little bit of time to do so. It's still not for me, but the difference now is that I am okay with that. That need to be the kid who wants to visit Disney--the "good" child, the child who isn't "broken"--has gone away, and I'm more than happy being adult me, and finding a place that fits me, instead of the other way around.

And that was my nostalgia trip, in quite the literal sense of the phrase. I have a picture or two to share in another post, so stay tuned for that as well...

[askthehedgehogs]

[Hi everyone, mod here!

Had a few newbies join lately (hello and welcome, enjoy your stay!) so thought I'd post a few reminders:

This is an art/ask blog for Sonic and Shadow, who have been together for about 5 years. They're in their mid twenties. They got married last June, but it was a rush event so they're looking forward to Wedding 2.0 on the 12th of July! And you're all invited... Although I haven't quite figured out how I'm gonna do it yet 😅 might make a poll, stay tuned...

My pinned post has useful info like what Sonic media I've consumed, a rough timeline of their relationship, and a frequent tags list. The tags list is a good one to check in case your question has been asked before, but also I don't mind answering again - just bear in mind I might recycle the old art for it!

I have about 50 asks in my inbox so I'm almost always a few days behind answering (eg it's the 7th of June right now and I'm drawing responses to asks from... The 2nd 😅😅😅), so please don't feel disheartened if I haven't answered your ask within a few days! If you want to keep track of when your ask gets answered, but still want to stay anonymous, I suggest giving yourself an anon name/emoji that you can search for on my blog (just make sure you search it first in case it's taken!)

That said, I also sometimes answer asks "right away" (or as right away as they can be considering it takes time to draw), particularly if they're relevant to a current plot or in response to a recently posted ask. When that happens I try to alternate between answering chronologically and answering relevant new asks!

My posts are usually queued to post at America-friendly times, but we also occasionally have events, like tag: glitter attack or tag: mersonic/tag: mershadow. When this happens, I frantically draw as many answers as I can while questions come in on the topic until I go to sleep, queueing some for overnight, and then wrap up any stragglers the next day 😅

I project autism and chronic pain onto Shadow (rip shads) and project my childless fat ass onto Sonic. Pls love them.

And have fun!!]

[honnelander]

Hi there! Hope you are doing well. I was just wondering if you quit the “go fish” series. If not— there’s no rush. I just wanted to check in and ask how you are and share my compliments for you. I really like your writing style and how you beautifully capture every moment. Sometimes I even go back to reread your go fish series and appreciate how well you paint the atmosphere and each character’s essence. Are there any authors you take inspiration from or books you recommend?

If you are nervous about finishing the series— don’t be. You’re clearly gifted and should trust your intuition. Remember to take care of yourself first. I think your audience will adore anything you post, so don’t stress over it. And if you have a writer’s block but are still pushing through it, good luck. Thanks again for sharing your meticulously crafted work with the community.

hi there 🥹 thanks for checking in (you and everyone else who has been kind enough to leave asks in my inbox and comments on my posts)

I haven���t quit the series, it’s just taking me a hell of a lot longer to finish it than I ever expected due to a lot of different things. I had hit a writer’s block, have scrapped what I’ve started a few times, or didn’t like the idea I had and I didn’t want to rush anything or put something out there that didn’t feel authentic to the series that has touched thousands of people 🥹😭 I want to get this right.

Since writing has been always something I’ve enjoyed getting lost in, I thought now would be a good time to get back into it, especially since I have a lot of personal stuff going on.

Monthsssss ago I had finally started writing the next part for go fish! that I absolutely loved and then, quite literally had forgotten about it. I just went back to my work and re-read it, and it’s already 4.9 k words! I would love to just post the parts that are finished, because the actual confession everyone’s been waiting for months for isn’t done and will probably be another 3,000 words or so. (I tend to get carried away 😅)

So let me know what you guys would prefer! The finished part is 2.3k words. Would you guys like for me to post that? Or just wait longer to read everything at once? It’s definitely be over 6k words, which is how massive the last part was….(I honestly just might post what’s finished bc I feel bad to have left everyone hanging for so long 🥲)

And thank you, thank you, thank YOU for your (and everyone’s!) kind compliments and high praise- I really don’t feel deserving of any of it but it all truly means so much to me. 🥹🤍

To answer your question, I actually don’t really have an author or inspiration that I draw from 🤔 I used to read a ton as a kid (books and fic) and I guess that has helped me find my writing style? I also write things in a way that scratches an itch I have when I look for fic to read. I want just enough details to set the scene and the feelings of the characters but not be bogged down with too much that it drags the pace down 🫠 I’ll never forget when I read IT by Stephen King and it just dragged on FOREVER bc he would write so much word vomit that (in my opinion) took me out of the story and frustrated me. I wanted to get to the good parts but also not miss anything important, so when I write I try to get to the point 😂😅

[vesperpharsalius]

hey, i'm new to here so i dont know if someone asked you to same question so, sorry to bother. may i ask if you countinuing your fic ice and fire? as i say i'm kinda new and i dont know your update schedule or smth. have a good day!!😚

Well... welcome to my corner of the hellsite! Happy to have you. Please feel free to send me messages and asks; my inbox is always open (although it’s bursting at the moment and I tend to reply with about as much speed as you’d expect if we were communicating by preindustrial transatlantic letter) and I don’t mind repeating myself in the slightest. An admirer could never bother me.

😘

So, there really is no underestimating or underselling how passionate I am about Ice and Fire and Alis Aquilae, generally, which is the collective name for my planned Bellonaverse. Words, quite simply, fail me whenever I try to convey the depth of my obsession.

Let me just say this: if, for whatever reason, this project is abandoned, it will be for one reason and one reason only: I am dead. Mourn me. Remember me fondly. Because nothing but death itself could keep me from finishing it—and, indeed, it may very kill me. I am currently committing acts of hubris in this endeavor from which I may never recover. But goddamn it, kitten—we are finding this Northwest Passage and exploring Darrow’s southwest passage, too.

The good news is that the bulk of I&F is already rough–drafted. When I first started posting, about fifteen months ago, I thought it was closer to being done and that I’d only need to do some final touches on each chapter before I published it, and… yeah. No.

🤡

Extensive rewriting and revising and polishing has delayed progress significantly; I never thought it’d take more than a few months to finish this, tbh, and it’ll be two years, come July. And, hell, I’m not even halfway through; fourteen—out of 150? To say nothing of the supplementary fics that I’ve planned for AA, written from the perspective of other characters that will complement the main trilogy; these will be about 50k apiece. 

Which is not exactly… inspiring.

😬

I also completely underestimated how distracting feedback would be. It’s difficult—almost impossible, really—for me to focus on I&F itself when I have so many wonderful comments and messages and asks that I could be answering instead, because I enjoy discussing my fics far more than I enjoy writing them, if I’m honest.

It’s the instant gratification of it all. And, y’know—the praise kink. It’s kinking. 

(If you’ve sent me an ask or a message or left a comment on I&F that I’ve yet to answer, please know that I cherish each and every one and fully intend to respond. Don’t worry about being overlooked or forgotten. But you’ll have to be very patient with me, unfortunately, because I am swamped.)

That said, I’ve decided to change the paradigm a bit. What I’m going to be doing hereafter is batches of twenty–five; so, I’ll write twenty–five chapters, release one (or maybe two) a week, go on hiatus while I write the next twenty–five chapters, and so on. The first batch will be much smaller, only eleven, as I’ve already posted fourteen. 

The hiatuses only apply to the trilogy, though; I’ll throw y’all a different bone to chew on while you’re waiting. The first one will be the final chapters of MTB; after that, though… we’ll start digging into AA’s supplementary fics that I promised and some independent Cassius–centric stuff, too.

Hopefully, this will increase my productivity to a more satisfactory rate and give y’all some consistency in your lives. Really, it’s cruel what I’ve done: all this suspense, these empty promises of updates and responses and sex so torrid that a single read will permanently alter your brain chemistry or damn you straight to superhell.

They should try me at the Hague for this.

At my current pace, I should be able to wrap up I&F by the end of 2025 and get started on the sequel, which is still in the conceptual phase right now. At the very least, though, this series will be ongoing for the next three years.

So. Here’s hoping y’all don’t get too sick of me. 

You can expect Chs. 15–25 of I&F to start getting posted in late June. I’m gonna chain myself to it. I may or may not release Ch. 15 on its own, as it’s 95% done; right now, I’m inclined to save it for the group. 

But... you never know. I have been known to lie.

Thank you for the ask, for your patience, and for being such a good sport as I edge you. What can I say?

In typical Cassius fashion, he’s taking his damn time.

Stay tuned. 

Update: I lied. Ch. 15 is live.

😉

[quitealotofsodapop]

[You did send a less detailed version of this ask a few days ago, I just hadn't gone through my inbox enough XD] + [I love the detailed responses though! It's nice to see so much interest in my silly aus!]

okay! I thought I sent one but I couldn't quite remember if I did XD Sometimes I feel like I ramble too much so I'm glad you like these! if it's not to much trouble do you mind answer the og post, you don't have to actually make any comments on it contents but I'm keeping notes on Slow boiled au for the fanfic I'm writing and their might be some details in there I forgot about, thank you.

[Peaches. Some days his brain/body just decides "Eww no. bleh. Spit it out right now" and the nausea hits him hard. Wukong is dismayed whenever it happens.]

at some point in s3 MK walks in on Monkey King crying over a peach with a single bite taken out of it, Wukong having gotten emotional when he his body couldn't handle the peach + stress (I headcanon that part of his obsession with peaches are because peaches are a comfort food for him, so not being able to eat one when stressed hit him pretty hard).

[Think of it like the formation of a geode - it can do it either over a natural couple of centuries, or in a few months with intervention.]

the geode comparison is really cool! especially considering it's a stone egg.

[it's possible MK *remembers* being held by someone soft with a round belly + gold eyes. He assumes throughout his life that this person was his birth mother before he was given up/orphaned.]

imagine monkey king asking MK about his family, wantingto know how his brother's reincarnations are doing, and MK talks about them then mentions he was actually adopted and MK offhandedly mentioning the one memory he has of his "birth mother" to Monkey king and monkey king just being like "oh. oh no."

[So that Stone Egg been slow boiling from anywhere between 1394 to 1116 years. 0_o] + [Either way SWK has beaten Lao Tzu/Zi's mom (pregnant for 62-80 years), and def brags about that fact to whatever immortal will hear.]

honestly, after that long, he's earned bragging rights.

[DBK overhears LBD making threatening references to Wukong's conditon and immediately interrupts her villainy bs to yell at his sworn brother.]

LBD just giving up and leaving as the two bicker is hilarious. it also has the affect of eleveating some of Wukong's stress about LBD returning, and making him feel better about the rift between him and his brother once DBK accepts his proposal to be the egg's godparent. evn if offering such a title to someone other then Ao Lie leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth. he knows Ao Lie would't mind him giving the title to someone he trusted, but he'd always been so sure that someone would be Ao Lie.

[After the initial shock wears off, PIF immediately summons a catalog to look for baby shower supplies. This is a monumentous occassion!]

all negitive feelings are forgotten when the excitement of a new baby within the sworn family is brought into everything + learning that Wukong very possibly could have lost his own child by helping with the Samadhi fire ritual, something he did becuase he was one of the few who could help them from losing their own child. from mother to mother(?), she understands how hard of a call that must have been to make.

[She ofc assumes it's Macaque's fault (she's not wrong XD) and that this might be her future sworn niece/nephew! She simply must organise everything for her idiot sworn brother and his mate!]

when Yuebei is born and has dark fur and glowing ears she feels it is confirmed that her assumption Macaque was the other parent was correct, no one corrects her about the bio parent situation.

[Red blinks in confusion before confronting the Monkie Kid gang about it later. Mei demands PIF's contact details right that second so that they can swap party ideas.]

red son is just going "WTH WTH WTH" the whole time as they explain, Mei would absolutely insert herself into baby shower planing the moment the idea is brought up.

[Macaque spends most of S3 trying to bat away any thoughts/predictive sounds of a happy domestic life him and Wukong cna have together.]

its dangerous to be thinking of such things with the lady bone demon breathing down his neck, but he can't help it. it gets overwhelming sometimes, the sounds of domestic moments from the past mixing with possible futures leave him questioning what it is exactly he wants anymore. but those are thoughts to process when LBD is defeated and the world isn't on the cusp of being destroyed. now of Wukong didn't put himself and the egg in one of the most compramising positions ever by being possessed in the meantime, that would be great. he makes up his mind the moment a just freed monkey king collapses into his arms crying like this is the only hug he's ever had in his life.

[Yuebei's first immortal kill is in fact LBD, preformed before she was even born. Once the switch "flipped" on the possesed SWK, the Egg recognised LBD as both a threat to her parent and a tasty source of Dao, hence; nom-nom-nom.] + [All thats left behind of the ancient bone demon is a picked-clean skull.]

not even out of the womb and already earning her "god killer" title. Wukong always guessed any kid that was solely his would be a menace, but now he's starting to get a little concerned.

I was doing some doodles for this au and I had the idea of Yuebei getting a staff of her own from her parents and I wanted it to have something to do with LBD's skull, but I couldn't make the design work. so I actually had the idea of her having her staff and wearing the front of LBD's skull like a mask. she legit wearing the skeletal face of her first kill, creepy, stylish, and effective at scaring off her enemies.

[Ah, a fellow party crasher, just like her baba.]

Wukong appreciates the hustle, but could she be a menace to everyone except him and is poor body please? he just got put through hell and now he's gotta get this egg outta him and that's probably gonna be less fun then getting possessed.

[Wukong and Macaque can barely enjoy the bowl of noodles they've stolen (in good humor) from MK when Wukong's face just drops from a shift in his body.]

Macaque feels Wukong's body suddenly go rigid and is confused, then he sees the look on Wukong's face and just knows. as soon as Wukong starts ordering Ne Zha to go get Guanyin he's instantly fussing and getting things ready for the undoubtedly long few hours ahead. surprisingly, the two monkeys are basically the only ones not panicking at this point, them and Guanyin once they're on the scene.

[Tang: "Oh gracious Buddha! The bodhisattva Guanyi herse-- oh gosh this is a lot grosser than I was expecting..." *gets woozy and hides face in Pigsy's chest*]

no matter the incarnation, every reincarnation of the golden cicada is squeamish.

[Imagine how much crying would be involved if little Yuebei just so happened to be born six-eared as well?] + [Hard to refute their claims when the little Monkey Princess has such lovely midnight-dark fur and glowing ears.]

I like to think that she wouldn't have his six sensitive ears because she didn't actually have the genetics for it, but her appearance could still be pushed so her ears do still glow a little.

even if their aren't six ears, the instant Macaque sees her ears glowing he would not be able to stop himself from squealing with joy and practically side tackling Wukong as he is incoherently babbling about how much he loves her.

[He def recorded a tape + wrote letters to Yuebei before she was born ala "For Steven" in Steven Universe... just in case his immortality didn't work in the end.]

he def let Guanyin know before hand so that if things did go wrong they'd know the tapes/letters were there to give to his infant.

[Little Yuebei spent so much time in the "final run" hearing show tunes, action movies, and the voices of Wukong's new found family/troop that she thinks theses are all "good noises"!]

this is super cute!

but to make a good thing angsty, what if she also has "bad noises" that she associates with certain things. what if when they first met Azure she was super aggressive towards him at first because she "remembers" hearing him being really mean and/or straight up hurting Wukong at some point in the journey. and what if she also isn't that trusting of macaque at first because she also only ever "heard" him when he was in the process of trying to hurt her baba and his friends, both in his first life and now in his second. this def upsets Macaque but also he did do that so he's the one who's gotta make up for it, luckily yuebei seems to warm up to him quickly when she sees him and Wukong being cuddly and reconciling.

[Yuebei decided that "Kitty" wasn't playing with her, wasn't holding her right, and wasn't even singing to her! And she wanted to make her frustrations known.]

c'mon Azure, if you're gonna hold a super strong baby that already doesn't like you the least you can do is try and keep her happy and preoccupied. he's got no one but himself to blame

sequel to this post!

Im uber excited to read more your fic btw!

[I headcanon that part of his obsession with peaches are because peaches are a comfort food for him, so not being able to eat one when stressed hit him pretty hard]

Wukong associates peaches with 1: Food security, 2: His Immortality, and most importantly, 3: His friendship/romance with Macaque. So his body deciding to reject peaches is a huge stresser for him, which leads to more stress and more nausea and less peaches, in an endless cycle. Peach chips at least dont seem to trigger the worst of his food adversion though, the crunchy chip texture seems to cancel it out.

[...MK talks about them then mentions he was actually adopted and MK offhandedly mentioning the one memory he has of his "birth mother" to Monkey king and monkey king just being like "oh. oh no."]

Oh MK sweetie no... :(

And the Monkey King is just silent cus he knows who MK is talking about [him], and even if SWK didn't create MK in the au, he was still the one to decide to send him to live among mortals for his own good. So the idea that MK potientially remembers Wukong from this time is a huge shock to him.

Wukong: "...your mother, what did they look like?"

MK, clueless: "Umm... their hair was a warm orange-y color. Like the sun. And I think their eyes was this really shiny yellow, or maybe amber colour? Oh! And they had this round stomach - I remember hugging it..." *gets kinda wistful* "I don't know why I'm not with them anymore, but hope they're doing ok if they're still out there."

Wukong, hand ghosting over his stomach: "You and me both bud."

[DBK accepts his proposal to be the egg's godparent. evn if offering such a title to someone other then Ao Lie leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth. he knows Ao Lie would't mind him giving the title to someone he trusted, but he'd always been so sure that someone would be Ao Lie.]

Wukong def was hit hard by Ao Lie's passing. It pains him to give the godparent title to anyone else, but he knows when push comes to shove; his older sworn brother will be there to protect his infant. Ao Lie would just be glad that Wukong meant his offer all those centuries ago.

[all negitive feelings are forgotten when the excitement of a new baby within the sworn family is brought into everything + learning that Wukong very possibly could have lost his own child by helping with the Samadhi fire ritual, something he did becuase he was one of the few who could help them from losing their own child. from mother to mother(?), she understands how hard of a call that must have been to make.]

PIF has to give Wukong mega-respect; putting himself and his baby on the line for the health of her own. Even if she considers it so stupid to agree to such a dangerous ritual when Wukong knew he was carrying, PIF just looks over at Red Son, alive and healthy, and just hugs Wukong the next time she sees him. Although she hasn't been the most welcoming sworn sister-in-law, she vows to make it up to him for saving her child from the Samadhi Fire.

A decent proper baby shower is first on her list of repayments.

[when Yuebei is born and has dark fur and glowing ears she feels it is confirmed that her assumption Macaque was the other parent was correct, no one corrects her about the bio parent situation.]

PIF just side-eyeing Macaque whenever she sees him, convinced from the talk of the two's bad breakup + Macaque not initially knowing about the pregnancy; that her lil sworn bro is the baby-daddy. And when Yuebei is born having "imprinted" on Wukong's yearning/love for Macaque...

PIF: *seeing the baby's dark fur and glowing ears* PIF (whispering so not to wake the baby): "I fcking knew it." Macaque: *is too tired/proud to argue with her* "Yeaaah..." :')

[red son is just going "WTH WTH WTH" the whole time as they explain, Mei would absolutely insert herself into baby shower planing the moment the idea is brought up.]

Red has no idea what to do in response to all this baby talk, so he just; tries to apologise to SWK for setting him on fire a bunch as a toddler??

Wukong appriciates the effort.

Mei, PIF and Jiuweihuli get talking and soon Wukong is looking at a baby shower akin to a red carpet event.

[...but those are thoughts to process when LBD is defeated and the world isn't on the cusp of being destroyed. now of Wukong didn't put himself and the egg in one of the most compramising positions ever by being possessed in the meantime, that would be great. he makes up his mind the moment a just freed monkey king collapses into his arms crying like this is the only hug he's ever had in his life.]

Macaque spends episodes asking himself he truly wants to rebuild his and Wukong's relationship, and when the king holds him tight like he's about to disappear - Macaque decides to stay for good.

[not even out of the womb and already earning her "god killer" title.]

Imagine you're a random Celestial or demon and you hear the dreaded "God Killer" is gonna be at an event, and it's a tiny baby monkey in a papoose strapped to the Monkey King, or his many terrifying sworn family members.

You'd honestly be more afraid of that baby.

[I was doing some doodles for this au and I had the idea of Yuebei getting a staff of her own from her parents and I wanted it to have something to do with LBD's skull, but I couldn't make the design work. so I actually had the idea of her having her staff and wearing the front of LBD's skull like a mask. she legit wearing the skeletal face of her first kill, creepy, stylish, and effective at scaring off her enemies.]

Oh that sounds so cool!!! Her divine skull weapon being a mask made from the skull of her first kill that she uses to channel her deadly power - like turning the Medusa's head into a shield. Her staff being a gift from her parents that has no inate magic ability beyond the fact that she puts her trust in it as her first "real" weapon.

I can imagine she uses a glamour/quick magic to put the skull/mask on (like Dr Facillier in "Friends on the Other Side") as a way of saying "You're f*cked" to her opponents.

I'm excited to see how your drawings go!

[-the two monkeys are basically the only ones not panicking at this point, them and Guanyin once they're on the scene.]

Wukong and Macaque are def panicking, though its more an excited kind of panicking. Nezha and MK are def screaming. Guanyin is the only one with a cool head the entire time.

Pigsy is good at pretending he isn't worried, but he ends up tearing apart the campsight's kitchen in a hurry to make enough food for everyone. Especially when DBK and PIF realise what's happening, and are posted incase Wukong's baby causes as much trouble for him as Red did to them.

[I like to think that she wouldn't have his six sensitive ears because she didn't actually have the genetics for it, but her appearance could still be pushed so her ears do still glow a little.

even if their aren't six ears, the instant Macaque sees her ears glowing he would not be able to stop himself from squealing with joy and practically side tackling Wukong as he is incoherently babbling about how much he loves her.]

Oh gosh, Mac and Wukong just see Yuebei for the first time. She's still kinda gross, having *just* busted out of her thin ambiotic shell. Her fur dark... And her little ears glowing?! Both monkey parents are sobbing, especially when they learn that Yuebei was unconciously trying her best to look like Macaque's baby with the limited genetics available. Wukong has multiple centuries of love to dish out, and Macaque is catching up fast.

[he def let Guanyin know before hand so that if things did go wrong they'd know the tapes/letters were there to give to his infant.]

Guanyin has a secret stash in the Southern Ocean of all the letters and tapes (and even some drawings of what she might have looked like) Wukong ever made for Yuebei, in case he wasn't able to give them to her in person. Yuebei ends up finding them when she's a moody teenager, mad at her baba for something stupid.

Pre-series; In absense of any other godparent... I bet Wukong would have trusted Yuebei with Guanyin if possible. The goddess would have gladly taken the infant had Wukong not survived the birth, though it would pain her for many centuries to come.

[but to make a good thing angsty, what if she also has "bad noises" that she associates with certain things...] + [...and what if she also isn't that trusting of macaque at first because she also only ever "heard" him when he was in the process of trying to hurt her baba and his friends] + [...luckily yuebei seems to warm up to him quickly when she sees him and Wukong being cuddly and reconciling.]

ooohhhh :(

Wukong walks in after letting Mac take care of Yuebei while he was out, only to come back to see both of them crying. Yuebei is doing this sort of furious wailing while Mac just looks defeated.

Macaque: "She hates me!!" Wukong, picks up Yuebei: "No she doesn't plum. She cries at eveything." Yuebei: *calms down at sound of Wukong's voice* Macaque: "No! She started crying when I tried talking to her! And when I tried soothing her it just got worse and worse and-!!" (*Wukong places a soft hand on Mac's cheek, quieting him*) Wukong: "She'll warm up to you. Just be patient." Macaque: *leans into Wukong's hand, still crying." Yuebei: *looks confused before slapping a fat little hand on Mac's face in mimicry of her baba. chirping with delight* Macaque: :')

Once the relationship between Wukong and Mac improves, so does the baby's reaction to Mac's voice (symbolism). She finally starts to associate the "bad" voice with her bama, and soon it's not a "bad voice" anymore. Though there probably is a weird bridge-point where Mac has to put on silly accents/voices when he baby-talks to Yuebei or else she'll get mad at him.

[c'mon Azure, if you're gonna hold a super strong baby that already doesn't like you the least you can do is try and keep her happy and preoccupied. he's got no one but himself to blame]

I can just imagine Azure is too preoccupied with his plans for the Celestial Realm (and plans for Wukong), and fails to notice Yuebei getting more and more fussy as he holds her (poorly). Her face contorts like she's constipated and slowly gets redder and redder with anger.

Yellowtusk immediately notices and warns Azure to let the cub down so she can at least crawl and inspect her new surroundings. Peng laughs at the thought of letting "the hatchling" decide the terms of her imprisonment.

Then Peng feels a tiny, but powerful, hand grab their wing feathers...

Yellowtusk leaves before the carnage reaches him.

[livingmydreamlife5555]

Checking up on my shifter mooties, got some questions for you to answer if you wanna! Its to help with connecting to your drs and remembering we are literally in our drs rn cus ik it's east to sometimes forget that fact🤫

🐦‍🔥 :: What is your government name in your dr and what are some other names you go by? Do you have any nicknames?

🩷 :: What does your bedroom look like?

🎀 :: Do you have a routine to relax and wind down? What do you do after a long days work.

💌 :: Show me some of the food you are most excited to eat in your dr like desserts, meals all that stuff

💋 :: If you have one, whose your s/o and what do yall do to spend time together? (Your s/o can be platonic like your bestfriend for this!)

🫀 :: Show off your wardrobe style or your aesthetic

🐙 :: What are you most iconically known for I your dr? This can be multiple things

🦩 :: Describe your scent(s)

🥀 :: If you have any, what are your powers and your drawbacks/side effects

🌺 :: [Specifically for hero themed drs] Who is your favourite patrolling buddie(s), and do you prefer nighttime or daytime patrols

🍒 :: [Highschool/College themed drs like MHA] What subjects do you do and what extra curriculum do you attend? Also are you behind on your homework...🤨

Answer as many or as little questions as you like, and copy paste these into another shifters inbox! Have fun! Sending yall so much loveeee mwah mwah mwah

You are so so so right. We are in our drs right now, we've already shifted. This is totally a good way to remind ourselves (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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🐦‍🔥 :: My full government name is Jasmine Aurora Usagiyama. Some of the nicknames I have include Jaz/Jas from my big sis, Aurora from a lot of my cousins, or ironically princess

🩷 ::

The first photo is the lovely bed I wake up in every morning. The second photo and third is more features of my room. It's quite big as well. So imagine my surprise to how small the dorms were 😭

🎀 :: Most times, it's either me playing with my pet bunny, or reading up on a new language that I have to learn for my spells. I also love to play roblox or any other video games with anyone else in the class

💌 :: so I'm a foodie, no matter where I go. And I love to cook, so if I see something I like, I'm gonna try to find the recipe and cook/bake it!! Most times I go for something with more protein though. Here's a few that I made that I've enjoyed or most of my classmates can't stop asking me for 😭

💋 :: my s/o is Shoto, and I can't lie we've spent a lot of times in the kitchen while talking together. He loves my cooking, especially when I make Soba for him. But I'm trying to expand his taste to other food. We also spend together when we study, which in turn goes from a study session to us just playing games together. I love playing horror games with him, only because he always seems more calm then me, and I rather play it with someone else that can lead 😓

🫀 :: If I see anything cute and pink, it's going to my closet ❀(*´▽`*)❀

🐙 :: oh this is very simple (maybe, maybe not 😭). My mom's family is a very famous family known for their magic quirks called the Arcania family. They are famous due to the fact that everyone has a different aesthetic to their magic. Some can be set around from fiery, shadow-like, or stormy visuals all the way to having magical visuals that are all cards (for example, all they're spells are casted through cards) or even having a more celestial visual. It can effect how we look too depending on what we get for our magical visual (I can make a more detailed post if anyone wants more info)

So for me, my magic visual/aesthetic is more on the pink and whimsical princess vibes. Soft and pink like Disney princesses (hence my middle name Aurora) Once somebody in my family develop their aesthetic, it can never be copied or found again in another person. So I've also gotten the nickname 'Princess of Arcania' which doesn't mean I am a princess of some land 😭, it's just what I've been described like through the family. And I'm also known for being Miruko's sister, even though we have very different...everything. Our personalities, our overall aesthetic is all different, but we are very close <3

🦩 :: my scent consists of vanilla and strawberry, and whenever I use my magic, it leaves off the notes of these scents as well. So I love using them ♥︎

🥀 :: so I have two quirks - bunny mutant (like my sister) and my magic quirk from my mom's side called mystic manifestations. I'll probably make a more detailed post about it, but some drawbacks include ➩

Using up my mana is like losing my blood, but I can have more control over my mana and more in general through practicing, meditating, and pushing my past my limits

Because my magic flows through my blood, it kinda effects how I see the world. For me, I see more soft hues of pink, soft sparkles, etc! It gets worst when I have my drawbacks. Everyone on my magical family side has the same thing. We all have magic flowing through our veins, yet everyone’s magic just looks different (visuals and aesthetics, etc!)

Also due to my magic, I have a whole lot of side effects. There are normally harmless, but they can make me stand out. I'll probably make a post just on all of them because there are a lot, but here are a few ➺

Harmless side effects: Emotional pink, glittery sparkles appear whenever I experience strong emotions like joy, excitement, or embarrassment. My eyes or hands might emit a faint rosy glow during moments of happiness or creativity. Tiny heart-shaped puffs, starry bubbles, or glowing butterflies occasionally appear and float around me, especially when I'm feeling playful or dreamy. Objects might shimmer or glow when I'm particularly animated. My presence seems to make lights more warmer and comforting. I leave behind faint trails of sparkles when moving quickly or gesturing dramatically, like during an excited conversation. Food and drinks I prepare might swirl into heart or flower shapes without me noticing, etc!!

🌺 :: my favorite patrolling buddy has to be Uraraka. I love my girl so so so so much! She's so adorable, yet can get seriously when we have to fight or encounter villains. We joke a lot, or talk about anything in the between. She doesn't make me feel bad for my likes and the way I present myself. I'd probably prefer day time, only because there's no way for me to be all stealthy with my magic and all!

🍒 :: well some of the subjects that are specific to the hero courses are: Foundational Heroics Studies, Battle training, and Hero lessons. We take the general courses like Math, Science, English (which I don't really need due to me growing up in America), Japanese, PE, Health Class, and World history. (we do not have classes on Saturday, and they end at 3pm <3)

I attend the music classes, as I play in the band and orchestra (I play violin and flute, piccolo, trumpet, piano, and guitar) And I make sure to stay up on my home work, so I have free time for all of it as well

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Ask anymore questions, as I love to answer them all!! I'm already in my dr, I have already shifted, it is done