#also this is late as fuuuuuuck

[spicygambles]

can't stop thinking abt ur doc and beef comparison... they really are like opposites. Also ik u said the herding dog x lamb x wolf was more for grumdoc dynamic but i think it could apply to the beef, doc, mumby one as well. Especially cause one would assume beef is the herding dog and doc the wolf - only to be quite caught of guard that theyre wrong when beef gets his hands on mumby ehehe.. :3

Okay... I'm ready

Anon, you know me, I like my cheerful bubbly men to have that certain pinch of danger, that touch of obsessive, I mean- how many is it now? With Scar and Impulse, Grian, to a certain degree and they're just the specifically cheerful ones (Xisuma doesn't count, not yet). But Beef? VintageBeef himself?

I do write him as someone with a lil something slithering beneath his handsome, beaming smile, but when you categorized it as hunger, anon I have to say, it all started to make sense.

It's easy, I think, to look at Beef at a distance, see his charming smile, the excitable way he talks, his bouncy bubbly personality and take that as face value. Just as easy to disregard the sharpness of his canines and that look in his eyes, everything he's buried under the heavy layers of restraint and self control.

He knows himself, knows what he's capable of and only a handful of people have scratched the surface of it. But he loves his friends y'know, from the past and all through the present and he knows himself, what he's capable of and he's spent so much time reigning himself in, moulding himself until the danger is all but gone and love's the only thing he's capable of offering.

That doesn't mean his teeth aren't sharp though.

So! The herding dog and the wolf are friends and they spent a good chunk of the past together and they know- eh I'd say most of each others capabilities. Where does our lovely lamb fit in?

Well, Mumbo has a certain... magnetism around him, even with how aloof he was in the beginning, how rare his interactions were (we've talked about this before and will do in the future), but its in both Beef and Doc's nature to be drawn to him.

It only really started during season 5, just... surface-level stuff, a budding curiosity. It felt like both of them were at the cusp of something significant. But there were many other distractions, a lot more games, and they both left early so it didn't really go anywhere in the end.

Season 6 came and Grian did his thing, now Mumbo was a little less avoidant and a little more present. Doc was there, his eyes now looking at Mumbo, rapidly growing fonder, but Beef wasn't and Doc had let his guard down.

Season 7 and Beef was back! Doc, caught in the joy of the reunion didn't even think to put his guard back up and honestly? He didn't really need to at this point. Beef had spent the season away further dulling his claws after all.

But again, that damn curiosity, not to mention the fact that Doc had already sated his.

During the welcome back party Doc had taken it upon himself to catch him up to things he missed, talking his ear off as he eagerly listened. But as the night wore on and their supply of alcohol dwindled, Doc's tongue got looser and looser and the man is talkative when he's drunk.

Who knows how their conversation steered towards Mumbo as they huddled closer and closer, Etho and Bdubs already conked out for the night, maybe Doc just recognized his past hunger brimming on the edges of Beef's cordial smile, but he spared no detail and that made that age old curiosity burn.

Beef would then find himself subconsciously stalking Mumbo, keeping his eyes pinned on him like he was prey. Time passed, the honeymoon happens and maybe this is why Beef was like that, so sure of himself, so... in the know. Maybe the honeymoon wasn't as spontaneous as it could've been even... who knows.

I just think it's funny that the wolf only got to the lamb because the herding dog barked when he wasn't supposed to.

[eggs-can-draw]

Discord notif on my phone went off in the silence of the booth between scenes. Loudly. All my confidence is gone

[yoditopascal]

Hi!! I love your writing. I have a request for a Jason Todd smut involving the Batmobile!!

Thank you so much!!

Ahhhh thank you sm that really means a lot 🤧

And sorry for the late reply I’ve been super sick lately! Anyways I hope you like this!

This contains smut so minors pls DNI

“This is a bad idea” you said breathlessly Jason trailing up the side of your neck leaving wet open mouth kisses in his wake.

“Do you want to stop?” He asked lips grazing your ear as he came up for breath

“No way in hell.”

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned diving back down to your neck biting and sucking as he trailed down to your clavicle and chest.

What started off as a joyride in the Batmobile turned into something so much more when Jason put his hand on your thigh and gave a light squeeze.

It was date night and Jason had just gotten back from patrol. Tossing his helmet to the floor Jay quickly changed his clothes and dragged you out of your cocoon of a bed to spend time with him. By now most places had closed except for the diner around the corner from your apartment. Grabbing a quick bite of breakfast the two of you wandered around downtown for a while not wanting the night to end but also not knowing what else to do.

That’s when Jason got the bright idea to take you to the Bat Cave. He knew Bruce would still be out patrolling and dealing with his own brand of bad guys so the cave would be damn near deserted. Once you guys got there he was pleasantly surprised to find that Bruce had also left the Batmobile behind for the night too. It had taken some talking into but eventually you caved in and agreed to take the car out for a spin with him.

Cruising around Gotham in the Batmobile, as you found out, had been a blast!

Jason would switch between speeding and drifting, every time he accelerated you would grip his thigh or he’d grip yours, the adrenaline working yourselves up, which is how you found yourself parked on top of a hill overlooking the sleepy city as you made out and he worked at getting your clothes off.

Jason lifted up your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns along your skin as he dragged them down to the hem of your pants, playing with the waistband before tugging them down your legs.

Lifting you up by your hips, he drags you down the leather seats until your legs were draped over his shoulders and your clothes core was just below his face, his hot breath fanning over your thighs as he kissed and nipped at them causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He said teeth grabbing at the hem of your underwear dragging them down your legs.

You moaned softly at the first drag of his tongue. Your legs tremble around him as he drags his nose and tongue up and down teasing you.

You clamp a hand over your mouth muffling a particularly loud moan as he presses his mouth against your clit, sucking on it before pulling away and flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles and spelling out his name around it.

Jason pulls away pulling your hand from your mouth as he pushes in a finger.

“I’ll stop right here right now if you try and keep yourself quiet again.”

Watching you through dark lashes, he slowly begins to move his finger in and out of you, curling his finger against your gummy walls until he finds the right spot. You let out a strangled half-sob as he leans back down pressing his mouth against your clit again, sucking and flicking at the hard nub.

Fuuuuuuck,” you rasp out, reaching for his hair. He knew you were getting close, he could tell from the way your walls pulsed around him as he added another finger.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your orgasm building. “Please, right there!” You choked, eyes closing as you threw your head back.

“That’s it baby, just let go for me.”

You stifled a sob as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Jason doesn’t stop as he holds your trembling legs wide open as he works you through it.

“You alright?” He asks with a chuckle as he finally stops.

You nod unable to fully answer him just yet. He chuckles at you again.You watch mesmerized as you catch your breath as he pulls his shirt over his head first, then goes to pull his pants down but not off all the way, just enough to free his hard dick from the stuffy confines of his boxers.

“You ready for me?” He asks, stroking himself as he lines himself up in front of you. You nod still not fully able to use your words just yet and both watch as he sinks into you.

“Shit,” he hisses. He gives a few slow calculated thrusts, just to be sure you're well adjusted to him before he picks up the pace.

“Fuck me Jay.” You begged wanting more than anything for him to go faster, harder, anything to feel more of him against you.

“Whatever you want, baby.” He said before kissing you and locking in.

You were moving together now, a hard rhythm of skin against skin filled the car as Jason fucked into you and you tried desperately to match his pace. One hand threaded through his own while the other clutched clumsily to his back, nails desperately digging in, Jason had an iron grip on your hips as he bucked into you, neither one of you wanted to let go of the other.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He hissed into your ear burying his face against your neck, his pace becoming harsher, you were having a hard time meeting him thrust for thrust now, both too lost in the ecstasy of it all.

“Jay, please!” You scream as your orgasm washes over you once again, nails biting into his shoulders. You curl your arm around his neck and he presses his forehead against yours, the car rocking with the efforts of his movements.

“Fuck!” he grunts, kissing you hard as he comes. He continues to thrust into you roughly, hips twitching as you card your fingers through his hair, holding onto him as he spills into you.

Pulling away Jason looks at you, a crooked smile settling on his lips as he leans down to kiss you one more time.

“Oh my god I can’t believe we did that!” You squeak embarrassedly voice going hoarse from screaming.

“What? It’s not like it’s the first time we did this.” Jason chuckles, going to pull up his pants and handing you your clothes.

“No, I mean here! In the Batmobile!” You cried as you get dressed in a hurry, you could only move so fast though as the bonelessness of being fucked senseless had started to set in.

“What if Batman finds out?” You asked biting your nails. Jason lets out another laugh as he leans down to kiss you one last time before whispering in your ear. “Fuck, Batman.”

[mrstsung]

My rankings for shang tsungs.

These are just my opinions.

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1995 shang tsung: come on guys. How can you be a mk fam and not like him?! He's the og. The shang tsung. Everyone literally imitates his shang after this movie. Not even joking. But yeah top tier for a reason.

Mk11 shang tsung: the closest 2nd his cary reprisal of the character in mk11. Good lord we will never get that ever again! He wa sso damn good in that game. The story being mid as it was,he was worth it all. Unf i love him sm

Mortal kombat legends shang tsung: underrated as fuuuuuuck! Like if the script didn't suck and they gave him more time and didn't cheapen him out. He would've been the best shang tsung in animation. Honestly,im so damn mad man! Them jammies. I want them.

Mortal kombat conquest shang tsung: also underrated. This shang had everything against him and he still kicked ass and was boss as fuck! Pulled no punches. And yet all the punches.

Mortal kombat 9 shang tsung: classic. How can you not love him. He's lower on the list because he dies so damn stupidly. Ugh.

Mortal kombat 21 movie shang tsung: cool shang. But not nearly as good as he could be. But he's higher because he at least is intimidating like shang. And has the charisma and charm still.

Mk12/mk1 shang tsung: *sigh* low tier only because the story sucks and his narrative in the story sucks. He should've been given a better narrative. If he had some intimidation factor to him. If alan lee was given more than crumbs. Maybe maybe he would've been higher. Shang is smarmy yes but not "THAT" smarmy. Like he has grace still,it feels like a joke and not actually something interesting added to the table enough. Alan i love you but no. I feel like he needs to not copycat mk11 shang aka cary hiroyuki tagawa. And honestly try to be his own shang tsung HONESTLY. I dont feel his shang being genuine enough to believe it. But also he's still cute so he's lucky. But i still can't place him high because his shang hasn't earned it. And honestly it's hard to replace cary. He set the standards sooooo high for me. So any other shang is good just always missing something. But then again,the writers suck. So not his fault. Still there can be hope....maybe....if nrs and wb like quit being weenies.

Og comics shang tsung(aka the crappiest version imho and for good reason): the og comics were before anything established so it gets forgiven for that. But it's not very kosher so....yeah. bottom tier. Entertaining,yes. Good? No. However....it is mk history,and is important to know your roots. So still important to read.

Honorable mentions: mk legacy shang tsung. Honestly deserves a spot because it's refreshing and cary once again reprising his role. But i can't have a full analysis yet. I have to watch his version there in full,tho i heard it wasn't good till he showed up so....i dunno maybe I'll try to find the episodes with him in it and see for sure. But bald shang is interesting af to me. Another honorable mention is defenders of the realm shang tsung. Ah the cheesy cartoon. A guilty pleasure of mine. Mk shouldn't be a kiddie cartoon but it did. But ironically it had more love put into the character development than any of the games every did. Especially sonya. Weird af. But welcomed. Shang tsung was exactly what you'd expect,bad guy got beat up. And only in like 2 or 3 episodes. Lol. But eh,it is what it is. He was fun.

That was my tier list. Now i didn't go into detail too much as it's late here. But this was also for fun too.

[inkedcat]

hihi!

i loved your fic on laurance hehe <3 could i request one with gene and/or zenix (either mcd or ms/seperately)?

if that's okay with you, of course! have a nice day or evening :)

GENE (my street)

a/n: so i do want to apologize first for the extremelyyy late response (this was requested back in april, around there, and yes, i am exposing myself for being negligent of this account)… so hopefully this makes up for it!! also thank you for the very sweet request, and i don’t really know zenix that much so unfortunately.. no zenix…

cw: nsfw, perhaps ooc, late *falls down to my knees in devastation* ————

perhaps it had been the extra fun or tipsy feeling of stumbling into your home—that was completely innocent and warm looking, unlike what gene was feeling right now. he just felt a hunger for you that felt as if it couldn’t be tamed.

i mean, who could blame him?!

you were laying so prettily on your bed with the shirt he had worn tonight. which had been taken away from him, making him realize that he had no shirt…

oh but you just looked so ravishing, he couldn’t be mad at you. never.

especially since he was now prepping you to be with him tonight, in your bed. he was on top of you, staring down at your figure as your chest heaved with each hitch of a breath you took. ragged breaths left your kiss-swollen lips and it stirred something inside of him.

monstrous, some would say.

“i’ll take such good care of you,” he mumbled against your skin, nipping at the exposed collarbone from under his shirt you wore.

“gene,” you sighed, whispering his name so deliciously that it made his mind fuzzy for a moment. or was that the mountains of beer he had drunk..?

“go ahead,” your lips move in a hypnotizing manner, his eyes caught on every single movement you make.

“go ahead..?” he furrowed his brows, smirking.

“yes,” you breathed out. you pinched his arm, making him yelp. “are you gonna keep me waiting?”

“fuuu…” he trailed off, narrowing his eyes before realizing. you’re soaked and so was he. “no, of course not.”

“good,” you smiled innocently, batting your lashes at him. your hands were doing quite the opposite though, going down to seductively take your panties off.

exposeddddd.

gene immediately went to take his pants off, his belt coming off first and he put that aside—just incase, you never know—and finally he was free.

it wasn’t long till he was finally able to push in, your arousal being a good self-lubricant for his condom-covered dick because safety first. the hard thing was not going ahead and thrusting with all of his might into your pussy that felt too good to be true.

if only..

but as the gentleman he was, he waited for you to relax. your hands gripped the shirt you wore, your body suddenly feeling too hot for this environment. and with a smile, you took off the shirt.

fuuuuuuck. what mere human gave birth to this divine being..

“[name],” gene dragged your name out with a deep moan, a grunt leaving his lips as he thrusted deep into your heavenly hole. “you should kiss me..”

“why would i ever kiss.. you?” you gasped in between your words, groaning as he gave another thrust.

“because you looove this dick,” he giggled, his lips brushing against your neck.

“it’s a bit small, don’t you think?”

he gave another thrust, making you moan. even if you tried your hardest to hide the pleasure he gave you, it was impossible.

“you win,” you pout, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him down. you capture his lips in a passionate kiss, the dark locks soft in between your fingers.

“and i shall remain..” he nipped your bottom lip, a whine escaping your throat. “victorious.”

another moan came as he thrusted deep into your pussy, the lewd sound making you blush. “mm, sure..” you rolled your eyes, but got quickly distracted with his incoming thrusts.

“holy shirt,” you arched your back, your chest meeting his. you close your eyes shut, a string of super real curses leaving your lips.

“yeah, go on,” gene smirked, grunting and groaning with each thrust. his hair got tugged on with each slap of skin, the pain going straight to his groin. “take it..”

“mhm-“

“why are you so pretty?” gene mumbled against your skin, your teeth gently gnawing at your neck for a second before he pulled away to cure it with his ‘healing’ kisses.

you whined, your pussy fluttering tightly around him. he gasped, his dark hair falling to cover his teal eyes. “warn me next time to be prepared for a ravishing night like this..”

“who said-“ moan “-that there was a next time..?”

“your reactions,” he smooched your cheek, peppering kisses all over your face. he went down, trailing his lips down your neck with a deep inhale. “you just can’t get enough of this..”

you opened your mouth to retort but the only thing that came out was a sob. your thighs tightened around his waist, one of your hands gripping onto his shoulder.

“see,” he breathed heavily after also finding his release. his thrusts slowed down for a moment, using it to stare down at your flushed body. “can’t get enough..”

“i guess i can’t..” you pressed a kiss to his lips, moving his hair out of his face with a gentle hand.

[running-with-the-feels]

Can I have some t4t subscorpe please tundra 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS

T4T! T4T! T4T!

Kuai Liang, waking up achy and groggy: Why do I feel so bad?

Hanzo, exiting the bathroom: We're on our period

Kuai Liang: Fuuuuuuck

Hanzo: I thought T was meant to make it stop? Why did it come back? What god have I pissed off this time?

Kuai Liang: Idk but also idc, get back in bed and cuddle me

Hanzo: go put your pad on first or you'll stain the sheets and eb annoyed about it later

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Hanzo, glaring at Kuai Liang:.....

Kuai Liang, shaving his stubble: What's wrong?

Hanzo: What kind of magic face wash did Johnny give you?

Kuai Liang: Pardon?

Hanzo: Why does your beard grow so fast!?

Kuai Liang: Yours doesn't?

Hanzo: NO! My ass hair grows like weeds but my face? Nothing!

Kuai Liang, laughing so hard the razor slips and nicks him: Ow, shit

Hanzo, jumping up with the first aid kit: Serves you right for mocking my pain

Kuai Liang: You know I love you

Hanzo: Never doubted it

Hanzo kisses Kuai Liang on the forehead

Hanzo: I love you too

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Rivalry era

Hanzo, walking into an abandoned shipping port:.........hi

Kuai Liang, startled to see him:.......hello

Johnny, running up: Sorry I'm late here's your stuff! I'd love to stay and chat but I rly gotta go, don't kill each other, bye!

Hanzo and Kuai Liang look at each other, then at the vials in their hands, then back up at each other

Hanzo:.....huh

Kuai Liang: I won't tell if you don't?

Hanzo: Deal

Kuai Liang, turning to leave: See you at our next battle then

Hanzo, embarrassed: Can I ask a favor first?

Kuai Liang: Depends on the favor

Hanzo: Can you......Can you hold my hand?

Kuai Liang, baffled:.....?

Hanzo: I hate needles and I'm due for my shot today, could you just-

Kuai Liang: Oh! yeah sure, no problem

(next time they fight, they're both pulling their punches and neither wants to admit that things have changed)

Lemme know if y'all want more!

[doasyoudesireandlive]

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pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor break down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut

word count: aprox. 2k

a/n: This is a fic inspired by something that happened to be at work lol. Hope you like it! Beta read by myself and english is not my first language, there will be mistakes.

thank you lovely @late-to-the-party-81 and @navybrat817 for the hype on this one! <3 <3

Humming along with the song playing in your headphones you jump into the tractor. The winter snow is turning soft, and rain threatens to pour down. Every road in your town polished with ice, and you’re out spreading sand on the roads to make it possible to drive. You back the tractor up, hearing a weird clonky metal sound when you put it in drive. “That’s not a good sound,” you mutter to yourself. Suddenly the machine is tilting forward. You climb out, and see that something is broken, making it impossible to drive any longer.

You groan “Fuuuuuuck.” There almost no traffic, so you suddenly feel very alone. Fishing your phone up from your pocket, you call your supervisor. After explaining the problem the answer is “Sorry, but I’m in the other side of town. But why don’t you give Steve a call? I’m sure he’ll help you out. And Y/N? Just go home afterwards.” You sigh and hang up the phone.

You didn’t really know Steve that well. He was ridiculously handsome and one of the landscapers at your firm. Usually driving around in a wheel loader, or in an excavator, or showing off his broad shoulders while doing some manual work he made your knees go weak. 

Your finger lingers over the call ID, but you make the call.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve” a dark, but kind voice answers.

“Um, yeah, hi. Its Y/N. Sorry to bother you, but my tractor seem to have broken down. You mind come picking me up? And maybe have a look at it? To me it looks like the something is broken, so I’m stuck here.” You nervously bite your lip, hearing Steve talk to someone in the background.

“Sure, honey. We’ll come right away”

You give him your location, then thank him and hang up the phone. It’s a bit chilly but pulling your woolen hat on and stuffing your hands down your pockets helps with keeping warm. Minutes pass by and you’re starting to feel abandoned. Why aren’t he here yet? Glancing at your clock you see that it’s been 40 minutes since you made the call. You walk around in circles and complain, when a silver pick-up comes your way. The car pull over and you can see that Steve is the driver. In the passenger seat is Bucky. Of course, Bucky is there with him. They’re practically attached to the hip. Bucky is one of the machine operators at the firm, his main machine being the road grader.

They stop the car and step out and towards you. Steve is a sight in his jeans and plaid shirt, dirty dark blonde hair and baby blue eyes. Bucky is also painfully attractive, in an all-black outfit with his messy dark brown hair and lapis lazuli blue eyes. They chat a bit back and forth, as they reach you.

“Hi fellas, thanks for saving me” you joke with a big and apologetic smile on your face.

“No worries, sweeth… uh Y/N” Steve blushes and looks down at the ground. Bucky chuckle and wink at you, and Steve give him a shove. Clearing his throat, he looks up at you “So… What’s up with your tractor?”  You show them the tractor and they talk together in hushed voices while they look it over and it end with both of them just looking at each other.

“It needs to be fixed at a workshop, I can call rescue now, but it’s cheaper to wait until after the weekend.” Steve looks at you, hands in his pockets and feet shuffling nervously. “We could give you a ride… if you want to of course, it’s ok if you don’t want to I understand just….” You chuckle and end Steve’s nervous rambling.

“I would love a ride, thank you.” You beam at him, making a deep blush rise to his cheeks. Bucky is leaning against your tractor when Steve signals him to get in the car. You are sandwiched between them, their big frames taking up the small space in the car. “Sorry. I’m afraid it’s not very spacey..” Steve give you a small smile.

Before you can even answer, Bucky drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I’m not sorry at all, doll. Shame it’s this roomy” he wiggles his brows and make you laugh out.

 You shudder, the waiting in the freezing weather made you cold. Steve’s hand come out to touch your hands and cheek. “Jeez, you’re really cold. Lemme just…” He cranks up the heat in the car. As you’re driving you cuddle up against Bucky, his warm frame helping to get the warmth back in you.

“You little shit, Barnes” Steve mutter out as you sigh contently against Bucky’s side.

“You wanted to drive remember – you wanted to be the one to drive to her rescue” Bucky argue back. A teasing smirk appear on his face

“Don’t pout Stevie, you still get to be the ‘hero’” Bucky say while making air quotes with his free hand. Steve glares at Bucky, and huff out a curse.

“You’re both my heroes,” you say, leaning away from Bucky. You lean over and drop a chilly kiss on Steves cheek. A cute flush creep up Steve’s neck and he clear his throat and looks over at Bucky.

“Hey! Why do he get a kiss and not me? I’m the one warming you up here! He just drives!” Bucky tries to sound offended but fails miserably, the playful gleam in his eyes giving it away.

“Oh right, oh right.” You laugh out, dropping a sweet kiss on Bucky’s cheek as well.

“Ha! There you see, punk!” Bucky looks very proud and pull you against his side, the shit-eating grin he’s sporting making you laugh.

The rest of the trip goes by quickly, both men joking and talking to you, and Buckys body heat making thawing you up.

“You wanna come inside for a bit? We’re making lunch.” Steve’s baby blue’s gaze hopefully into yours. “Of course! I would love to. If I’m not intruding?”

“Stop talking nonsense, doll. Let’s go!” Bucky grab your hand in his and brings you in to a lovely house. The hallway is light and roomy, the walls decorated with photos of Steve and Bucky together. Holding hands, and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. You look between Steve and Bucky and you mentally slap yourself for the stupid kissing in the car. Of course! They were a couple!

You pull your hand back from Bucky’s grasp and walk further into their home. Steve goes into the kitchen and you can hear him washing up and starting to move pans back and forth in there.

“Anything on your mind, doll?” Bucky whisper in your ear, his warm breath and velvety voice making heat lick up your spine. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you manage to croak out “Nothing special, no. Just… Your house is so lovely. It feels so homey here” you smile, kicking yourself mentally for believing that they really wanted you. Bucky’s smile beam towards you as he guides you towards the sofa and gesture for you to sit down. After fetching you a soda, he helps Steve in the kitchen, their playful banter heard all the way to the living room. A few minutes later lunch is ready.

“Come sit, lunch is served” Steve say with a proud and warm smile on his face. A wonderful smell fills the room and the most delicious chicken soup placed on the table. All three of you enjoy the meal, the conversation flows and it feels like you’ve been friends forever. After two servings (Steve practically force-feeding you the second cuz “You stood there in the cold, better not get sick”) you thank them for the wonderful meal. Bucky and Steve once again direct you to the couch and you observe them fondly while they tidy.

It’s easy to see that they love each other. They do a good job keeping it casual at work, but in retrospect you don’t have a hard time believing that they are a couple.

Steve pull you out of your thoughts when he sit down beside you. “You feeling ok? Warmer now I hope?” his soft gaze makes your heart beat faster in your chest and you almost beams as you nod your head. “Good, I’m glad” He say before looking uneasy for a moment. He straighten his back, then lift his arm to wrap it around your shoulders. You stiffen for a second, making him hesitate. However, when you melt into his embrace, you can hear him sigh and feel him relax against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you feel arousal growing in your abdomen.

A part of you felt shame. They were taken. Both of them! By each other!

A warm body sit down beside yours, caging you in. Its Bucky, leaning over and embracing you and Steve in a hug. Your heartbeat is picking up, and you can feel your panties getting wet. Bucky release you, leaning over and pulling Steve’s face towards his own. Bucky and Steve meet in a filthy kiss, right in front of your face. You can’t even breathe, the moment so filthy, arousing and scandalous. Your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest and your panties are ruined. A quiet moan escape your lips and Bucky break the kiss. You look at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh babygirl… You like the show?” Bucky smirk, putting on fake innocence. You look at the men in front of you. Bucky looks like the chesire cat, and Steve looks like he’s wrecked all ready.

“Anwer him.” Steve’s voice whisper out, low and broken.

“Yes. I like it.” I mumble out, afraid to meet their gazes. “Look at us when you’re speaking” Steve’s voice sounds like the crack of a whip. Your look up, meeting their stare with newfound bravery. You even tilt your shin up, making Steve huff out a chuckle.

“Good girl.” A shiver run down your spine, arousal making your breath shallow and fast. Steve’s hand come up to cradle your face. “May I kiss you?” He whispers against your lips, almost touching. You lean in, closing the distance. The kiss is soft and sweet, before it turns need, rough and downright filthy.

Steve is ripped away from you, Bucky’s hand firmly planted in his hair. “Enough, it’s polite to share” Bucky’s hand slide from Steve’s hair and lands around his throat, squeezing softly making Steve choke out a moan. Bucky’s looks at you, his stare hungry, like a predator hunting down its prey.

Closing in on your face, he crashes his mouth to yours, kissing you breathless. It’s different with Bucky, he’s not soft and sweet, he’s filthy right from the start. Your hands travel up to his hair, pulling on the messy locks. Soft lips and scratchy stubble moves down your throat and you moan into Bucky’s mouth.

Steve’s hand travel down your body, sliding down into your panties. He moans out when as he slips a finger into your pussy. “Wow, baby… You’re so wet” He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you push Bucky away to catch your breath. A guttural moan escape your lips, when Steve’s fingers fill you up. Bucky takes a hold of your work pants and panties and rip them off in one smooth motion. He sits down on the floor between your legs, his mouth inches from your clit. The coolness of the air and Bucky’s hot breath against your bud makes goosebumps appear on your body.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight.” Steve’s voice is gruff and low. You look at Bucky between your legs and he smirks and blow air right onto your clit. When you gasp and whine he simply licks his lips and trail his hand up Steve’s thigh. You look at his hand, how it trails all the way up to the big bulge in Steve’s lap, threatening to burst the zipper any time now. He expertly opens the button and the zipper and wrap his fist around Steve’s impressive length.

At the same time as Steve moan out, Bucky licks a stripe up your pussy. The tip of his tongue dipping in beside Steve’s fingers before circling around your clit before sucking the nub into his mouth. Your orgasm come crashing down on you, so intense you almost black out for a second. Steve’s fingers working over your g-spot prolonging your orgasm while Bucky eats you out like a starved man. You push them away with overstimulation, making Bucky whine.

“Hey, I wanted more” He looks at you, pouting. You’re too fucked out to say anything, the aftershocks of the orgasm making you feel like you’re floating. “Come here, Buck.” Steve grabs a hold of Bucky’s hair and pull him into his own lap. Seeing Bucky straddle Steve makes heat flare inside you, the sight was suck a turn-on. Steve takes the fingers he was fucking you with, and hold them in front of Bucky’s face. “Here you go, sweetheart” Bucky takes the fingers into his mouth without any hesitation and moans loudly as he licks them clean.  

“That’s enough, Angel.” Steve coo, as he pulls his fingers out of Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s tongue come out to lick his lips. Steve and Bucky meet in a kiss, and it’s the most sexy thing you’ve seen in your life. Two big beefy men, tongues fighting for dominance and hips rolling, rubbing their cocks together. You look at them with big eyes, and moan with them when they cum.

They hold on to each other to catch their breath. Bucky is the first to look at you. “I wish your tractor broke down sooner, doll”

You laugh loudly and mumble “me too, boys. Me too.”

taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

[davekatgood]

hey, just so you know, every time i open a post from this blog one of the recommended posts is an underage nsfw fanfic

im not judging you for it or anything because it was 10 years ago and i noticed you were a kid when it was posted, so im just telling you in case you wanted to delete it, since i. saw some anti-proship posts on your main yknow

https://www.tumblr.com/davekatgood/134899966281/keep-it-down

have good day

oh right also the about page link in your bio doesn't work

re: my link not working: FUUUUUUCK i will fix that eventually but i dont have my laptop rn and i dont feel like fussing with it on mobile

re: everything else:

this is actually something i’ve been thinking about a lot lately; the morality of writing/reading about teenagers having sex with each other. no abuse is taking place, it’s just.. teens being teens lol.

on top of that, well.. i haven’t really Said this publicly anywhere yet but i suppose my obscure sideblog that i rarely use is a great place for it: i don’t really care about anti/proship stuff anymore. like i just kind of got tired of caring, and i also think i was wrong for a lot of opinions i used to hold on the matter. i never even identified myself as an “anti” because i always saw the topic with more nuance, and frankly i myself have some kinks that ur typical anti would call me a proshipper over lmao.

my current opinions are just.. i find incest and adult/underage depictions disgusting, personally, and i make sure to avoid seeing that kind of thing as much as possible, but i don’t really care what other people do, as long as they aren’t actually being abusive in real life. i’m actually mutuals with a bunch of people who ARE into that stuff now and i just block the tags like i truly don’t care and find it to be none of my business. the idea of it still makes me uncomfortable but my discomfort does not equal morality and that’s my own problem, yknow? if you look at my byf on main you’ll notice i removed the part where i said not to follow if you’re a proshipper/ship incest etc. but idk honestly this is something i for sure think about a lot and get into thought loops about what’s “right” and i don’t really know for sure and i know i never will. so i guess im just taking the path that allowed me to be a little less angry all the time.

and as for a depiction where both characters are underage? i REALLY don’t care. i don’t find that weird or disgusting because it’s just.. idk… how it is?? lmao? idk how to explain this any better. teens have sexual experiences with each other. can we, as adults, not draw from those experiences in our art?

[fightaers]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: bellaaaaaaaaaa. bella for short

PRONOUNS : she/her but they/them if ure unsure is also coolio

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : bad on all front, but discord slightly less so

NAME OF MUSE(s) : god, i have so many. feel free to browse <3

BEST EXPERIENCE : when i first entered the animanga rpc i had a really, really good time from the get-go ngl. for a while, right until my revival in 2024, i was sort of more into the 'western / live action' side of the rp media, and i kept remembering how much of a good time i had in the animanga rpc, which triggered my interest in returning.

my other best experience is basically when i learn from my dearest mutuals then how not to be afraid to project ur muses' voices into their narration, which allowed me to have incredible fun with exercising different mindset and speech patterns and/or different dialects since!

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : uhhh this is pretty specific to my experience and quite particular — thus i hope to elaborate it well — but i highly dislike when writing partners tried crafting our threads into only benefiting / leveraging their own muse(s) rather than it being a collaborative effort for both our muses' character development. this happened to me only ... twice so far ? so it's quite rare considering i've been writing for ten years, but i'm suuuuper sensitive about this.

so for example right, what usually happens is me and my writing partner would talk about our muses and we see common ground and where we could expand on a point of conflict. both our muses then benefit from this point of thread because the narrative we've written ought to challenge their perspective, and this can be driven with angst, drama, whatever genre this can be explored in etc.

now what i'm pointing out specifically is when the writing partner would only try to have their own muse's emotions and challenges on the forefront of the plot, with no consideration to mine, which i think defeated the purpose of roleplaying in entirety because roleplaying especially is supposed to be a collaborative effort for all writers involved. but no, it's their muse's pain that's significant. it's only their suffering that outweighed everyone else's, and my character typically is became an "affirmation" or a "booster" to their muses' experience.

i have a few turn-off's but this one is definitely one of the highest.

MUSE PREFERENCES: oh maaaan, i've written characters from sooo many ranges. typically it's whoever tickled my brain at the moment <333 but lately i do realise i'm often drawn to

(1) outwardly soft-looking people (2) have crazy dedication value; sometimes absurdly loyal to a cause / person (3) most of the time they're brown-haired and/or dark-haired (4) a lot of them give earthy and/or green vibe

and if it's the opposite, it's either someone struggling with their temper and/or have their viewpoint challenged or exploited. don't believe me, check out my western multi as well to see where i'm ticking the boxes. ( i'm on hiatus there but still. look at the muses. )

PLOTS OR MEMES : fuuuuuuck. i'm super bad with first-time plotting not gonna lieeeee. listen, my attention span's crap. my method is usually this: we plot minimally ( usually to establish the timeline and/or where our muses stand ) and then i prefer winging the first thread, usually to gauge the pace of the writing, ur muses' thoughts and/or reactions so mine could bounce off of yours, and then i'd rain in your IM / discord to yap my way into ur heart 🫶 i looove when my mutuals would yap at me right back. i love substances, and i love context. i love knowing what my partners want to achieve or what they're satisfied / dissatisfied with so we can work around that. so yes, thread > plot > memes.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : wish i'm a short-replier. born a long-replier. working on making my paragraphs more concise though. that's on my 2024 writing bingo for sure!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when i want to 💀  and i have no idea when. usually when i'm rested enough so if i'm dead tired on friday, there's a chance i'll still be ghosting the dash on saturday. i try not to........ push myself so hard on my availability, which is why it's important i stress out how i am a low-activitiy blog, because i know that even if i push myself when i don't want to, it won't work. my brain would dead-ass refuse to cooperate.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : i'm definitely flawed, which is something i like exploring with my muses, because i think i've tried so hard since i was 15 to be perfect. that isn't to say my characters and i share the same flaw, but unlike in real life, exploring my characters' area of weaknesses and how that can have its consequences is perhaps a catharsis for me since i could safely navigate it within a narrative i could ( somewhat ) control. it's freeing. writing has always been freeing in that sense.

tagged: @dynmghts and @ingen1um ( u sexy people muaah <3 ) tagging: @fighterbound , @bladedhunter , @kiigan , @senjufound and whoever that wants to it !!!!!

[griled-chese]

steel also lol

late as fuuuuuuck to answering this any way hell yeah mutual mutual respect

[thornswoggled]

chapter 104 stream of consciousness.... GO!

looove love love all the little attentions to chises fashion. her little patchwork flats are particularly cute, and i love the oversized off the shoulder sweater over the shirt

uncanny valley to watch elias successfully exchange social pleasantries with adults

ohhhh fuck i know chise is sweating bullets right now. "are you guys mad at me because i bwew up a nuclear weactow? because i, because i was fucking awound?"

can it be said that chise is lying when she says "i dont know about this red dragon" ? she KNOWS theyre talking about her, right? if she doesnt understand how she did it or what happened while she was transformed, maybe it doesnt count as lying...

what the fuck kind of phone case is that

more lessons in english geopolitics for the student of dubious citizenship

does this story about the two dragons imply that theres going to be a white dragon to match chise? i doubt it, but what a convenient headache she got from hearing that

also, just noticed chise is actually sitting in a chair instead of on the floor like she usually does

"i guess wales has a similar history" everyone shut up chise is waking up to englands colonial history

"where people of different races live together in harmony" yamazaki has NOT! watched the news lately

a little confused by all this dragon talk. so, the dragon of wales is representative, but its also real, but it represents social conflict, which is also real, but if those dragons, which are real, fight in real life, it would cause problems in society, even though, those problems in society, are represented in fiction as dragons. chicken and the egg situation. does the dragon represent conflict or is the conflict caused by the dragon? still not a weaker plot point than all of ghost and witch

chise is afraid to admit that she doesnt get it either. im not afraid. ill loudly say it. chise get behind me. i dont get it!!!!!!

not certain why yamazaki describes jaspers arrival as the catalyst for the plot moving along when it seems this conversation is closer to arc 3s call to action

i know elias is sweating bullets too because he cant lie either. like "fuuuuuuck my wife has to do this investigation and we cant tell them the truuuuth, fuuuuck this suuuuucks"

really cute pair of panels of elias mulling his options over. super expressive

elias correcting himself and saying "chise's not the only one i care about anymore." WOW!!!! REALLY STRANGE to hear him say that out loud, but we clapped. we cheered, even. thats growth! im capable of applauding him when he earns it

who is the dark silhouette among the people elias cares about? its not lindel, or keith, or rahab, or angelicas dad. WHO IS THAT?

"elias is lost in thought!" PLEASE i love it when he experiences a smidgen of growth and chise is O___O about it its so endearing

"hes communicating with me" PLEASE??? she kills me

oh good more things elias is being told without us being allowed to know what it is

chise is extremely concerned about underage drinking

it cannot be overstated that i love this outfit shes wearing

oh god dammit dont let her drink shes gonna tell you something she shouldnt. or maybe not. unless...?

zoey saying "i feel clear-headed" man you look bad actually

okay so my interpretation of jasmines earring is already wrong

i forgot about the critter the st georges found. or i guess, i didnt forget... but i had no idea how they were gonna reintroduce it. this thing looks very dragon-like. i wonder if it could be the "white dragon" ? is chise gonna have to fight this thang

[titleleaf]

Black Phone!!! (For the positive meme.) Or Longlegs since I saw you reblog that post from me

YES... I am going to give you the double feature here... these films have a nonzero amount in common even as Oz Perkins goes considerably further off the beaten track.

Side A

I did not expect to even enjoy The Black Phone, but whooo, I love that damn movie. The OG Joe Hill short story doesn't do much if anything for me -- it reads like a King rehash, which isn't great, and the big fat clown stuff is way too on the nose -- but the conceit of the fucking ghost phone rules and the film takes that and runs all the way to the fucking bank with it, it's awesome. I love stories about multiple victims of the same person (the same phenomenon, the same experience) finding each other and connecting, and I love ghost stories where the ghosts need to be avenged, but I also love stories about the intergenerational transmission of trauma and the bond between siblings and the way boys learn how to be men in a sick society. I love 1970s period pieces made with the involvement of people who actually lived through the 1970s and I love period piece horror and I love Ethan Hawke bebopping all over the goddamn place playing a loathsome character, a wounded beast, and I love Mason Thames playing off that Big Dramatic Baddie while managing to keep in focus the skin-crawling dread of managing an abusive adult's emotions and the grief of recognizing the vulnerable child-that-was within the monstrous adult who is, right now. I also love that the ghosts all get to work together to kick that guy's ass. It's so great. Gore makeup also wonderful and scary.

Side B

Fuuuuuuck, Longlegs. This movie did a fucking incredible job communicating a tone of intense dread and uncertainty, and while there are films that do that kind of thing basically just 'cause, it used that oppressive vibe in the service of telling Lee's story (and Ruth's) in the manner of a really bad dream. David Lynch's films are hit-or-miss for me but I've been thinking a ton lately about the way his films use surreal elements to communicate emotional themes on a level that isn't necessarily rational, stories that don't make conventional sense about experiences that don't make conventional sense either, and I think Longlegs knocked it out of the park wrt telling this story about a character whose trauma is a blank space on the map to her, who can't be certain of anything about herself in light of that. I love Lee Harker to pieces and the film's narrative unfolding made me love Ruth too (not in a backhanded way at all, but the last third of the film radically recontextualized how I felt about Ruth in a really positive way) and I love Carter (fucking agonizing!!!) but I also kind of relate to... you know... the title character. The point where I was like "oh no, I get it, I get where this is coming from motivationally" was a big oof moment. Also the soundtrack was pure bangers.

[numetaljackdog]

what i'm listening to 4/10/2024

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Limp Bizkit - Clunk: clunk. clunk clunk. clunk. clunk

Limp Bizkit - N 2 Gether Now feat. Method Man: it's backkkk and arguably never left. this didn't begin as a favorite of mine from lb but there's just so many good lines and it's so fun. discretion is advised for the blood of virgin eyes; we're limping on the track with the method

Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World: perhaps one of the greatest little riffs ever conceived and also btw i am a nirvana fanboy 😁

Emma Blackery - Blossom: mostly just putting this in bc i don't think i've ever had the chance to talk about how much i adore this song. easily emma's best track, i so wish she would make more that sound like this. it fits her voice so nicely and it's just so breezy and catchy and cute..... summer's a-comin'

Suede - Animal Nitrate: this goes so insane i can't believe it took me this long to find it. and i may be prone to homosexuality... but anyway this just *sounds* sooo good, the crunchy production and the riff and the melody and oh! chef's kiss!

Staind - Mudshovel: revisiting an old favorite! i so wish to perform this song live someday.... i could make it even better. and i wouldn't be a republican about it either

Ice-T - Big Gun: PENIS ALLEGORY!!!!! and VIOLENT WOMEN!!!!!! i need to watch this fucking movie so fucking badly

Limp Bizkit - Back Porch: genuinely one of lb's best songs but completely slept on bc of its placement down at the bottom of gold cobra of all things god help us. also a returning winner from a prior WILT

Sonic Youth - Death Valley '69 feat. Lydia Lunch: sonic youth good. this song in particular hits me every time as if i'd never heard it. gay

Korn - Twist: i've taken to my funny bit of unpromptedly doing the rrh na oom rah dah nn rah mm dah oom rah dah thing in the middle of conversation

Eminem - Just Don't Give A Fuck: i will confess to having a little eminem moment these past days 🫣 but this one is genuinely so good i love his early scrappy shitty music. he just don't give a fuuuuuuck

Sublime - Santeria: this has always been my favorite sublime song bc it's so pretty-sounding and summery and it's about tracking a guy down and shoving a gun in his mouth

Big Pun - Beware: the beat is crazy but admittedly the main appeal of songs where guys say a bunch of words really fast will always be the part where the guy says a bunch of words really fast

The Decemberists - Down By The Water: mostly kind of over the whole radio alternative indie folk pop rock whatever shit but this is so prettyyy and melancholy and i love the harmonizing bc i love harmonizing

Powerman 5000 - Nobody's Real: my friends and i have been watching this music video over and over, it's so fun..... pm5k at their peak was such a cool band with all the visuals and cartoon antics. plus this shit is catchy as hell

DANGERDOOM - Sofa King: i previously thought i wasn't much of a DOOM fan, though i certainly respect the craft, but these days i think it might just be that his most popular material, the stuff people always recommend, just doesn't hit for me as much as his other stuff does (and hopefully will continue to, the more i listen). g

Twin Method - Flawless: these guys were too late to the nu metal game to really get their due (not to mention they were british; that was never a big spot for the genre) but i would posit that they were damn good for a 00s-era entry in the nu canon. this is their "big" song and it holds up pretty good!

Fudge Tunnel - Grey: checked this one out bc lol funny name but they're kinda legit. speaking of british alt metal. i almost wonder if they were on the other side of things, a little ahead of their time...

Blue - All Rise: heard this in an uber and it's been stuck in my brain ever since. i do love boy band r&b, AND i love a courtroom drama, so really i han't go wrong here. lots of brits in this installment i'm noticing

[october-faye]

Episode 6 of Partner Track.

Episode 5 was the best one so far. Will they keep up the momentum and stick the landing? Or was it too little, too late?

Wait. Why am I asking? They got cancelled.

So I suppose the question is, has the show done enough (and will it continue to do enough) to make me glad I went back and finished watching it?

The gang (Ingrid, Rachel and Tyler) plus Tyler's boyfriend are having brunch. Ingrid's voiceover is talking about how one kiss with Jeff has sent her world into a tailspin.

She's drinking expensive mimosas in a cardigan. If this is her idea of chaos, sign me the fuck up.

Rachel tells them about her boat adventure with Paralegal Justin, leaving out the part where they fuuuuuucked. Tyler is suspicious, but the conversation swerves to Dan Dan, the Child Man... Manchild. Whatever.

Marty has called a staff meeting, and Ingrid assumes it must be about Dan's antics.

Rachel asks Ingrid about the kiss with Jeff. Ingrid is torn between the fun she has with Nick and the intensity of what she has with Jeff. Ah, the eternal dilemma between the cerebral and the physical. She barely knows Jeff. Maybe he's also fun when he's not being a d-bag?

Again, I don't care. There is nothing stopping her from taking Jeff out for a spin except her insistence on staying in a relationship she's already emotionally checked out of. Yawn. Next.

Tyler tells her to tell Nick the truth. Rachel and Tyler's boyfriend Anthony (I felt bad always calling him Tyler's boyfriend, so I looked up his actual name) tell her not to, saying it would only make her feel better, not Nick.

The opening credits have a song with the chorus 'Why would you give it all up?' repeating over and over again. Subtle.

Nick is making his own pasta. I just want this man put out of his misery.

Ingrid wants to throw Rachel a thirtieth birthday party despite being told not to. She starts telling Nick about what happened with Jeff, but she punks out. She gets distracted after tearing open a bag of flour and frosting herself like a cupcake. Then she goes into Nick's wardrobe (for some reason) to clean up and finds... dun, dun, dun! An engagement ring! She snaps a pic and hides it again.

Dump him! Please. I feel like I'm watching the hunter slowly line up the shot that kills Bambi's mother.

[queercelestialhoneybee]

7,9,12,13,20,21,22 for the Pride asks!! i know this is late and i'm also still figuring out mine, but i wanted to ask these!! happy pride month!!

first of all, thank you for the ask! i love asks and ask games bc it’s a chance for connection — something we’re all striving for 🥰

7. Are you the “token” queer person in your family? A: i would say for the most part yes. i have a step cousin who is gay and it is very nice to hang out with him, and i have a baby cousin who is trans but he is not out to family yet, so i am the token queer of the rest of the family.

9. When did you realize you weren’t cishet? A: i started questioning things during the pandemic. i had a good queer friends around me and i felt comfortable trying things out finally, and i finally felt like i wasn’t performing gender. i could just wear clothes i liked and that was it. so freeing

12. Name some queer artists or bands you like the most. A: i put together a pride playlist for this month and i immediately put “All The Things She Said” by t.A.T.u on there, Betty Who, Queen, Tracy Chapman, Janelle Monáe, and “Revolution Lover” by Left at London (ofc the classic pride stuff is there too and i tried to include as many queer artists as i could)

13. Do you choose to reclaim slurs? Why or why not? A: i do reclaim slurs bc in queer history, there is record of our ppl taking slurs and using them proudly like saying “yeah so what? what are you gonna do about it?” and i think that’s a rlly great mindset to have. i’m not gonna force other ppl to do so, but if anyone tries to police what i call myself, we will definitely have words.

20. Do you feel like you “fit in” with the queer/Pride community overall? A: when i was younger, definitely not. now? more so. it is kinda hard with some of the older generation who don’t seem to “get” nonbinary and asexuality and all that, but that could also just be where i live being more conservative - sometimes it’s hard to tell. i’m still trying to break into the younger (like closer to my age) crowd. i have a couple young queer friends, but it would be nice to have that community. transportation is my main barrier there

21. What message would you give to your younger self? A: fuuuuuuck thats a great question. i mean i know i wouldn’t listen to this, but my message would be: don’t try to conform to what you think ppl want from you. wear what you want, be what you want, do whatever wild crazy shit you want bc literally no one cares! it’s okay! and stop judging out loud other ppl for things you don’t understand. you can write that shit down but don’t say it out loud cuz that shit will get you in trouble

22. How do you usually celebrate Pride month? A: i used to live in NorCal, so i would go to a couple small Pride events throughout June. however, now i’m in the southwest and it’s so fucking hot that we don’t celebrate Pride until October! i’ve been trying to incorporate some sort of pride into my wardrobe every time i leave the house, though.

hey evan, thanks again for the ask! i appreciate you, and i can’t wait to see your answers!!! Happy Pride! 🩷❤��🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[little-elf-wanders]

I just realised my f!hawke is actually trans so happy transition Riko Hawke! Riko was made when I was younger, and only ever wore boys clothes and went by he/him. I was obsessed with tomboy aesthetics and things involving women disguising themselves as men, so Riko was a character I made elsewhere with all of that - he's also a werewolf but like, you can only do so much in Dragon Age. (Shoutout to me being genderfluid without knowing it tho, surprise babes.) I chose f!Hawke because at the time, m!Hawke's muscle mass was intimidating for the idea of Riko and Riko has a very 'I'm just a tomboy!' mentality back then.

Riko just wasn't shaped like that, either, and I couldn't justify him as this big gruff dude so I chose f!Hawke. Personal preference has me preferring androgyny in most of my creations - not all but most - it becomes apparent more recently in my writing that isn't published here that I have a favourite way of making characters. I've always thrived to confuse someone and get "Boy? Girl?" because fuuuuuuck gender stereotypes and their boxes and it's fun to explore that through characters, especially since I still don't fully know myself yet - if you're reading this ramble, I'm 31 and I still don't know, so if you're like me and you don't know how to word it, it's okay. I only JUST now cut my hair and had it shaved and the confidence that alone has given me. I'm personally not trans, I couldn't commit, but the journey was important to go through because it did make me realise some things. And that you won't know all the answers or it won't always be so obvious within yourself. It took years of writing to express myself and gaming and media and research to even figure out this much. Some know immediately, but to those who don't, just know you'll get there. Be kinder to yourself about this journey.

I discovered it belatedly.

And despite my playthrough using the fem body, he's still a man to me. At least he fully transitioned in the ten year gap with Fenris. So I can look at DA2 and even DA:I as his beginning when he didn't realise, just like I didn't realise either. (all the hints were there I'm still laughing about it) I imagine when he reunited with Fenris after Inquisition - because no I didn't leave Riko in the fade - they went travelling, he likely had a good talk with Krem too. Potentially. If not, he at least became aware with the lightbulb 'wait, you can do that?' moment and I believe he's on his way to being who he is now.

So despite this recent revelation (because truly it is recent, the non-dragon age version of him just had that moment of '...oh.' like a few months ago) I won't be retconning him to be male from the jump because that feels like a cheap way of lessening his actual build up, and while it won't ever be shown in game, I'll know and can have that for me. As I got older, I've longed for things to slow down. Not every road to this needs to be so certain. Everything is so intense and fiery when you're young, and I envy those who can just know themselves and be so unapologetic about it. I saw others be so sure and it made me very unsure, you can get lost in the sauce. But don't match your pace to others, I made that mistake and got even more confused. I was always a person who preferred the peaceful walk over a running sprint. (We need both types in this world honestly) So I think I'm pleased with this decision. Both for Riko and myself.

I'm making this mostly for me, but also in case anyone had these extremely late realisations with their characters/themselves and felt it might be odd to change things now. You don't need to so long as you know the story and how things came to be, you can also retcon to your hearts content, that's the beauty of fiction. You get to decide.