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Smut Headcanons - Furina & Navia

A/N: While I have the Furina stuff I promised (smut + relationship + parenting headcanons) ready, I decided to split them up in three posts to go with another character. This way, the reader can enjoy exactly what they want. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Nothing, just vanilla ice cream here.

Furina de Fontaine? Yes, of course she is nothing if not the best at this whole “sex” thing! There are hardly any things she struggles with less than marital fornication, she'll have you know! 

Please go easy on her. She has no idea whatsoever. 

While it's true that throughout her long life she had read through many explicit books and brochures, mostly without pictures, her lack of personal interaction with the male body leads to her being quite clueless the first few times around. She doesn't really know how to please you, more - she barely even knows what she likes herself.

It's natural for gods to be less sexual than humans, which is all the more unfortunate for Furina. She kept the lifespan, but was left with a human set of emotions and needs that was doomed to wither over the centuries. But not all is lost - now that her days of godhood are over and she could finally become human - with a human lifespan and the ability to fully express her emotions. It will take time, but, with enough practice, she'll catch up. 

Communication is key. Don't hesitate to “order” her around. Tell her what feels good, what doesn't, what you'd like her to do and more. Furina will follow your example and share what she can - although the storm of moans and whimpers should serve as more than enough of a pointer. 

Furina is surprisingly confident in the bedroom. When she finds something she likes, she'll definitely let you know. She will, between shivering and gripping the sheets, encourage you or give you some pointers, as much as her state will allow. She's not scared to initiate and when she does, she always goes in with a plan. Knocking her off balance with some teasing of your own is sure to leave her in tatters though…

Furina is quite the fan of plays and works talking about romance, so her view of the subject is much closer to “making love” than to any other way to describe sex. As such, she enjoys plenty of prep before the main event - a romantic dinner, some proper foreplay, some teasing beforehand… She enjoys working yourselves up to the main thing. Getting in the right mood is a must for her, and when she's there, there's no keeping her hands off you.

Don't let her outspoken and loud way of carrying herself fool you - the closer you get to her, the more shy Furina becomes - especially if no clothes are involved. She'll have you believe that it's completely natural for a small girl like her to be intimidated by a taller and far stronger man, unwilling to openly state that she happily lays back and lets you do whatever you want to her most days. 

On the occasion that she has something specific in mind, it usually involves a bit of dressing up - she's quite fond of theater, after all. She can afford costumes and dresses galore, both for you and herself. It does take quite a bit of time, getting herself perfectly dolled up for the occasion, but it's no problem - seeing herself so disheveled, undressed and messy after you're done with her is totally worth the effort. 

A nice session of light play-acting is Furina’s favourite way to spice things up. She can be whoever you want - a damsel in distress, longing for the body of her noble knight, an actress getting some more hands-on rehearsals, or perhaps her favourite - the shy, freshly taken bride. Furina never parted with her wedding dress and takes it out for a spin, from time to time. It fits her perfectly, and thanks to Chiori’s expertise in material selection, is also easy to clean from… certain substances. 

But sometimes all Furina wants to do is let loose, be herself and just get some lovely, passionate pounding. Doggy no doubt has its bonuses in that regard, but she’d much rather see your face twist in pleasure as her slick hole pleasures you to completion. She enjoys missionary the most, with her hands clasping around yours for support or desperately clinging onto the sheets below. Furina is all about kissing, so expect your mouth to be occupied, and remember - nothing is hotter for her than you looking her straight in the eye as you nut inside. She won’t complain if you boast about how much you’ve filled her up - after all, you’re quite the lover, and it’s only right for you to be proud of what you can do to her. 

Don’t be alarmed if you find Furina shedding a few tears while her guts are being rearranged - that’s just how she responds to overstimulation. She doesn’t want you to stop any time soon, of course… But a kiss and a squeeze of her hand would surely motivate her to take you further in! 

She spends a lot of time grooming herself to perfection, with most of the time going towards shaving herself. She enjoys nice, smooth skin everywhere below the neck. Furina does mind hair, and you would make her very happy if you kept yourself like that as well. Why would she want to have all this nasty hair obscuring the goods? 

Furina is aware of how unlucky she is, to be created with not much of a cleavage. She tends to be hyper aware of her deficiency - or at least that’s how she views it. Your girl tends to skip out on nipple or boob play for that exact reason. She’s yours, and so is her body - if her body can’t offer you all it should, she’s not a good wife, is she? She would love you to be able to slide your cock between them and fuck them to completion, but they are, unfortunately, very flat. Over time, however, your love and encouragement helped her dismiss these harmful beliefs of inadequacy. So much so that she's grown to cherish her form.

She's proud of what she has, and loves to show herself off with expensive sets of lingerie. Unlike, say, the extendable cutlery she bought, these come in use regularly. She always picks those one size smaller to accentuate the nice fluff around her thighs and belly - a woman must have some plush on herself, after all! Couple that with long gloves and thigh highs, one darker and one brighter to match her eyes of course, and you've got yourself an outfit Furina feels beautiful in. 

And desired, too. They are nice, yes, but not as much as the feeling of you stripping them off her. She likes passion, and very much enjoys seeing you lose control of your desire for her. Don't hold your moans, say whatever comes to mind - even if it is her name over and over and over again, she will listen intently and whine your name in concert. 

The bed’s your stage, while you and her play the main roles. 

For her, you are the main attraction of the show. You and your glorious, male body. Navia? She's a big fan of that. 

The straight posture, the beautifully flat, strong chest, these powerful arms, the big hands, the meaty calves… You're incredibly handsome, so why wouldn't she spend her nights worshiping and touching you? 

When it comes to herself, she doesn't mind most things. Sure, she likes being the center of your attention, but being the receiver excites her much less than giving. While she'll take a long while to cum with your tongue, just sucking you off is enough to make her squirt on her fingers. Sex is all good, but she'll be more passionate if you just lay back and let her do the work. 

Let her take the lead - here, you're the star, and she's more than eager to see you enjoy yourself. Navia loves servicing you and bringing out those delicious, deep moans and sighs. She gets absolutely soaking at the thought that it's all the doing of her skillful hands and abundant body. 

Navia Rich cleavage, fat butt and a spacious pussy - Navia has it all, and you're more than welcome to help yourself. She'll be thrilled if you make good and frequent use of her, as - surprise surprise - women have needs too. It's unfair - why can you be absolutely horny for her, but it's improper for her to drool over you? Well, that's how it is in public, but behind closed doors, you're game. 

Navia is the unchallenged queen of handling your manhood. Learning about you, memorising the shape of your cock, adjusting her insides to fit you like a glove, learning where to touch to make you shiver… It was great fun, and Navia enjoys having the chance to explore you further with various kinks. She's not going to say no to anything when it comes to your hefty package, that's for sure. 

While not having much for herself, Navia owns a host of toys to use on you in the sheets. Would you like her to tie you up? Maybe edge you with a pocket pussy? How about tying the base of your cock for some extended sessions? Whatever you want, whatever you need, she likely has it in her collection - and if she doesn't, it won't be for long. All she needs is your word.

Navia is known for her positive and energetic approach to her role, but every girl needs a pick-me-up once in a while, doesn't she? Navia won't mind if you come over and sneak with her into a closet or let her get under the desk for some naughty time~

Nothing turns her on more than your pleasure. Seeing your hand tighten around the armrest as she edges you, feeling your hand push her head up and down as you use her throat as a toy or hearing you struggle to get all the cum out when she milks you for all your worth is something she greatly looks forward to. So much so that, if you give her this privilege, she'll whip out a Kamera to keep that moment for years to come. 

Of course, it will be focused on you. She wants to capture what she loves the most - your pleasure. She'll let the Kamera roll as you rail her into the bed, capturing all these lovely moans and expressions of bliss, as well as your grunts as you selfishly chase your own pleasure, uncaring if she will handle the pounding. One of her favourites is recording your balls as they slam against her cunt in doggy or missionary, capturing your voice and the obscene noises her pussy makes as your fuck her to completion. She'll return to them when she’s away, rubbing and fingering herself to the image of you in careless, primal bliss. 

That's another thing she loves to see - primal lust. The sight of you senselessly and violently fucking a toy is her favourite thing to get off to, especially that she knows she's going to be the toy next. Be rough with her - she can take it. Just don't you dare go silent on her, now! You have a voice, so use it - moan, whine, sigh and growl for her. Navia wants to know just how much you enjoy using her body. 

But sometimes she's in a more needy mood, especially when you've been quiet the last few times around. Navia knows that there's nothing worse for a guy than denial, so she'll strap you down and play with your dick, edging you without pause until you cry and beg for release. Or, alternatively, she'll work your head and prostate, forcing you to give up everything in your balls to her. The longer it goes on, the more you struggle, and the more frantic your pleas become. Music to her ears. 

Navia finds it so hot when you act needy, even when it's as simple as asking for some attention. Want a handy? She'll give you a helping hand, no questions asked. Need your balls emptied with some mouth work? Navia is on the case. You're in need of a quickie? Feel free to bend her over and yank those panties down - she's on the pill, so cum away. Be ready to zip down your fly for her too - sometimes, a quick suck can really lift her spirits. When she has a day off, expect lots of messing in the sheets. 

Morning sex? Yes please! She'll gladly have you wake up to lewd sounds of slurping and her lips wrapped around your cock, if you'll let her. And once you fully wake up, you'll get to feel her ride you in the rays of the morning light. 

She's the type of girl that loves cum. Expect lots of positive encouragement to blow your load, no matter if it comes quickly - it's a compliment for her doing a great job, right? When you finally give in to her talented ministrations, she'll make sure to put on a show for you. Each part of her (except the hair, cum is quite annoying to get out of there without taking a shower) is fair game when it comes to coming. If you feel like giving her a mouthful, she'll swallow it up and show you a clean mouth as proof. Her favourite spot, though, is the face - it might mess with her make-up, but its warmth and smell feels so naughtily good on her face, and she'll make sure you're watching her gather it up and lick it off her fingers with a proud, smug smirk.

Navia isn't a fan of condoms, not at all. She’d much rather take a pill or slap on a patch than wrap you in rubber. Besides, Navia always wanted to have plenty of kids, so when the time comes, she'll passionately encourage you to knock her up. Having her stomach swollen with a baby - that you put into her, which she will make sure to praise you for - makes her feel beautiful, even if she has to buy bigger clothes. Luckily for her, she can still suck your cock with a big belly, so it's not much of a problem in that department. 

With Navia, it's cowgirl all the way. Not only do you get to see her tits swing and her beautiful face, but you also get a taste of her excellent riding skills. She likes this position as it allows her to see your face contorted in pleasure. She will adjust the pace and depth to better milk you, or keep you on the edge of orgasm and enjoy seeing you lose your mind to pleasure. 

Thanks for reading!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Knight König who, after bravelly defending the castle alone and saving all the beautiful young maidens, is now *gasp* alone with them!! You and the rest of the young ladies are not even married yet and this whole horror of a siege came :(( you had to be locked inside the maiden tower with the other ladies, praying to the gods that someone strong would defend you, and here he was!! The giant knight from the north from whom you were always herded away 'because a brute like him has no business with fine young ladies like yourselves' :((

Imagine König who is for the time being the only male in the small castle, the foe has been defeated but any kind of help will take days to arrive :( During the fighting his mind was on slaying all the enemies to defend the flock of the frightened ladies but now...??

He's the only male among a dozen of maidens!! And these poor does are so scared in their tower on comfy beds of furs with all the supplies...so many warm, soft bodies to keep him warm and 'aid him to help his wounds', so many broad hips and breasts to grab and squeeze for comfort...oh and they are so ready to share all the supplies with him!!

I mean...who's to say that a war hero doesn't deserve something good too? :D

GFDFSSSS first I was like "gangbang medieval style yeehaw let's gooo" but then I had another quick idea (in all honesty writing gangbangs make me blush furiously lmao I'm weak!)

CW: Fear of SA, mention of blood, boners galore, dubcon groping, period typical attitudes, gender roles etc.

Knight!König asking you to wash him (because he was seated next to you at this one feast and now he's obsessed...)

König, who never had time for women because he was always on duty, whose best chances for a wife were an old widow or some soiled woman, whatever that meant... Probably some lowly lady, for a lowly knight like him. His family must hate him because they keep him from having even that: instead, he gets shipped off to this outpost of a castle that houses hundreds of soldiers and only a few women. Even they are kept under lock and key most of the time, and it's no wonder... A man like him shouldn't even be dreaming of dipping his dick in the pretty soft things of the Maiden’s tower.

König, who even to his own surprise, finds himself victorious after weeks of siege. Who's left completely unchecked and alone with a flock of scared fawns, poor does who are now gathering together for warmth and safety. They only have tiny daggers and iron scissors as their weapons against an armed knight, knowing they’re not always safe even from their own men – especially after a battle.

Even the strongest, most valiant knights get tired during a siege, turning into starved animals after a few weeks. A soldier fresh from war is the worst thing, having his cock up after bloodying his sword, they usually need to have a woman as soon as possible. A victorious knight, finding himself winning against all the odds, would surely prefer to fuck every single one of the soft cunts locked up in the women's tower...

So König, who batters the door and orders the frightened women to lift the baulk, only gets screams as an answer. They finally open it when he says he's tired after a fight and only wants to rest for a bit, puts on his most charming smile as the huge wooden door creaks open, and meets the ladies with a wide grin despite having blood all over him, stands proudly in his full height with his sword still drawn, a path of entrails and cut limbs behind him – why are they still screaming? He saved them! He should be given a royal welcome!

König, who finally gets the women to calm down a little when they notice he is not about to rape them on sight, who wipes his sword with one of their finest, freshly dyed wools (rude!). Who sheathes his weapon and smiles again, suggesting that they help him out of his plate and give him a wash – he’s earned that much, no?

König, who eats from their bowls as if he has never even seen food, who gawks at their tapestries with curiosity, who tries to stare down their necklines and catch a sight of those beautiful, round, plush tits. Most women quickly rush to heat the water to escape the possible groping about to ensue, while you are left with the task of getting him out of his armor.

The straps are small and endless, the armor consists of dozens of different parts, and he just keeps on grinning widely while you’re at it, giving you odd compliments and passages of courtly love with his mouth full of food. Some of his ramblings are straight out of a troubadour’s song, but you don’t believe a word he says, especially when his heated stare is fixed on your exposed neck, the collarbones so frail, the cascading wool that reveals your wrists as you try to pry your way under the heavy, bloodied pauldron.

Of course he remembers you, down to the minutest detail because he got to feed and take care of you at last winter's great feast... Someone had fucked up and seated you next to him in their error, and he heedily took advantage of the situation. He even managed to have a grope at you when the lords and ladies weren’t watching because they were so drunk.

He was drunk too, intoxicated by the strong ale and the shy stares you granted him. You didn’t do a thing when he pulled you closer and practically fed you some deer off your shared plate, tried if you'd fancy a date or a sip of wine while keeping you tightly tucked in his lap. He couldn’t get enough of you: your tiny gasp when you felt him grow hard, your whimper when he stole a soft squeeze of your tit… Your shy ghost of a smile as you demurely called him “Sir” and told him to stop before he gets you both into trouble. 

Ever since that night, he has dreamed of you when pulling out his leaking cock. Sinned until he felt embarrassed to go to the chapel and yet again confess that he has defiled himself with his hand and thoughts of you. Ever since that night, he has wondered whether you are giving those whimpers to someone else nowadays…

But here you are, in the tower, taking off his plates and using all your strength to get him out of his chainmail. Why haven’t you been married off yet? Why aren't you making blankets and throws at some fancy lord's castle by now? You have the perfect hips for delivery, it's practically a sin to keep a woman like you locked up in a military fortress…

And polite curtsies and shy, downcast eyes won't save you now, you know that.

How can you say no to a knight, ordering you to give him a wash? “Do him the honor,” he says, while anyone can see he’s already hard.

There’s nothing the others can do but put up a curtain and leave you two to your featherlight privacy. He doesn’t even bother to undress behind it, simply flaunts that monstrous thing between his legs for everyone to see before giving you the honor of strolling to the steaming bath. A soft silence fills the tower as the knight, tall as a legend, hairy as a beast, climbs into the small wooden tub with a grunted sigh.

You, the maiden he picked, can only look in horror as he grows even harder under the hot water. The thick erection soon juts above the surface, the dark curls framing the base of his cock now floating lusciously underwater, the dark hair covering his full balls, too. Either he's just big everywhere or then he's been too busy during the weeks of the siege... The amount of times you've seen him abstain from meat in this castle is ridiculous, and you always wondered if he ate fish because he liked it or because he had defiled himself in his lust.

He's an animal, but having a woman is not a sin as foul as throwing his seed on the ground... And here he is, strong thighs spreading as far as they can go to give room to the astounding erection he’s having just from the prospect of your touch.

The knight leans back in the tub, looks at you with a drowsy, soft smile, and tells you not to be afraid. The thick, throaty voice leaves your knees completely weak.

“Ach so... Have you ever touched one of these before?”

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15 Christmassy fics to read (or reread) this month

This rec list is for @annakendricks who sent an ask about Christmas reads and also dedicated to @lettersbyelise for supporting this idea 💜 Despite the winter blues, December will always lighten up my mood with the holiday spirit. This month has been pretty hectic for me but I can’t wait to get some time off and indulge my fave Christmassy rereads. Come and join me if you like! Here you’ll find a little bit of everything: soft and contemplative, smutty, crack-y, movie AU, holiday romance and even Gen fic, which is not my usual fare but fit the theme perfectly. Pick your flavour and Happy Holidays!

🎄A Christmas Happenstance by Only_1_Truth (E, 5.5k)

The Hogwarts School for the Gifted and Supernatural had classes year-round, but the dormitories emptied out regularly on holidays as if the students were suddenly becoming allergic to the walls. Both humans and non-humans mingled freely in the surrounding town of Hogsmeade. Draco Malfoy, however, isn't feeling in the mood after a rather spectacular break-up.

🎄A Charitable Christmas by Alisanne (E, 5.6k)

Hermione’s plans to raise money for war orphans do not meet with Harry’s approval. Fortunately, Draco steps in to help him come up with a much more enjoyable strategy.

🎄A Hippogriff for Christmas by @xanthippe74 (G, 6.4k)

Draco is desperately trying to fulfill four-year-old Scorpius’ dearest wish for Christmas: a visit with a real Hippogriff. Harry is desperately trying to be left alone, safely tucked away from the attention of the wizarding world as Hogwarts’ Keeper of the Keys and Grounds.

🎄Surviving the Horde by FleetofShippyShips (T, 7k)

Draco has managed to avoid Christmas at the Burrow for ten years, but not this year.

🎄Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (G, 10k)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.

🎄Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

🎄break the bad luck in my life by seaworn (E, 12k)

Draco and Harry are both brooding on Christmas Eve.

🎄All Roads Lead Home by @dracogotgame (G, 15k)

Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.

🎄Love All Lovely by @shealwaysreads (T, 19k)

Draco comes home for Christmas, and discovers that sharing is the best way of celebrating old traditions, and new ones too.

🎄Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🎄I'll Floo Home for Christmas by jadepresley (T, 39k)

The Ministry Christmas party is the biggest event of the year and Harry absolutely does not want to plan it, and he certainly, one hundred percent, does not have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

🎄The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas by @bixgirl1 (E, 39k)

When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess. What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him.

🎄December Never Felt So Wrong by @maesterchill (E, 50k)

'Twas the month before Christmas and sixteen year old Draco Malfoy had never felt worse. His attempts to kill Dumbledore were failing and, as usual, Harry Fucking Potter was a constant thorn in his side. All that suddenly changed when Draco woke up 15 years in the future and discovered that not only was he allegedly shagging Harry Fucking Potter, he also had thinning hair and a five year old son, and no fucking clue how he got there.

🎄A Room Up There (And You In It) by @the-starryknight (T, 59k)

When Preservationist Draco Malfoy was assigned to work on Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was excited to delve into the gorgeous Black family antiques. His excitement quickly ended when something in the House decided it did not like his presence one bit.

🎄All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl (M, 61k)

Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.

[maxwell-mtv]

New Year, New Deal [Morris x Farmer!GN!Reader]

[Author's note: I think I'll make it my tradition this time of year to make a reader insert fanfic. This year is New Years for all my homies just vibing tonight! May this year be better than the last!]

CW: Alcohol

Fanfic below the cut!

Huffing, you rush through the silent plaza of Pelican Town. Carrying your bag over your shoulder, you made a note of the bustling saloon as you passed it from afar. That's where all of the locals joined in celebration for the end of another year.

You were invited, as the farmer who had steadily returned the local economy back to a healthy place. But your rushing wasn't so you could make it to the festivities at your earliest time. 

It was to meet the last person anyone would assume you'd want anything to do with. A man that anyone in town would assume would be your enemy, all things considered. And while you could understand why they may believe that, you left your affinity for the man a secret.

Getting to the entrance of the JojaMart, you tug on the doors. 

Locked.

Checking your watch, you supposed you should expect that; after all, it was nearly midnight! Just a half hour to go and all would start over again, in a symbolic way, of course. 

Taking out your keychain, you fiddle with the line up before landing on the odd one out. Inserting and jerking your wrist in a hasty turn of the key, you waste no time locking the door behind you with the same reckless attitude.

Can't have anyone seeing you entering the building this late at night!

"Morris!" You holler to the vacant store.

For just a moment, you think maybe he'd gone home without giving you a call first. Then again, if that were the case, you would have crossed paths with him on his way to catch the last bus of the night.

But what you found, entering his office, was something completely beside expectations.

Hunched over his desk with his face smushed peacefully against his folded arms was Morris, passed out. Snoring softly, every rise and fall of his chest would leave his glasses teetering on the bridge of his nose. It was almost cute, in a weird way, he never looked so at peace.

It was a shame to wake him, though you knew he'd be upset if you let him sleep into the new year. Tapping his shoulder does nothing, so instead you opt to leaning over a bit more to grab his shoulder firmly and shake. "Hey, Morris..." you say, unsure of yourself. 

"Hm?" He stirs, but not nearly enough to be considered conscious again. 

Smiling softly at your small success, you speak softly. Gently. "It's almost the new year, I brought some spirits to share."

All he can say, or rather groan, in response is a huffy "herumph".

Rolling your eyes, you shrug and start unpacking your bag. Cheap hats, mini confetti cannons, and noise makers galore. Sparkling grape juice, homemade wine and spirits, and finally, some sweets to munch on in case either of you became peckish. "I guess I'll have to have all these spirits alone and to myself..." You sigh dramatically, awaiting a more lively reaction from the middle aged man.

Nothing. 

Grumbling, you quickly get fed up and bring one of the noise makers to your lips. With all your might, you blow, a horrid sound of the tiny horn sounding off in the crammed office space.

He yelps, jolting up and looking around frantically as he adjusts his spectacles. Landing his sights on you, his surprise turns to aggravation. "Really?"

"Really." You confirm bluntly. "You need to get a better sleep schedule, sir, I tried waking you up every other way!" Crossing your arms, you watch his usual teasing smirk return to his smug face.

"Oh yeah?" He challenges.

"Yes..."

"Even tried using a true love's kiss?"

Suddenly the usually chilly office ran warm and your cheeks flushed bright red. "Who are you, sleeping beauty?"

"From how you've described me in the past, I'd say so!" Morris swivels in his chair. He was always so cocky, even behind closed doors.

Jumping to your own defense, you point an accusing finger towards him. "Hey! I don't recall saying you were a sight for sore eyes!”

"You didn't have to. Your actions speak louder than words!" He stands his ground.

Flabbergasted, you sputter over a response. Who was this guy? To dare to make such outlandish accusations?

"Listen here, you tubby, snobby, little-"

"Easy, easy, you're already so wound up! I'd hate for you to waste all your energy on bickering with me."

Growling, you slam your palms on his desk and cast your shadow over him. "I would never find the most hated man of Pelican Town attractive! That would be a death sentence for my reputation!"

He sighs, clicking his tongue and shaking his head disappointedly. For a moment, you thought you'd won. "That's too bad for Pierre, now isn't it?"

Stunned, you yourself were almost too tired to snap right back at him. 

"Close your mouth, farmer, you won't catch your lunch like that in my store."

"Listen, you-"

"Language." He warns.

"Whatever... Why do I even bother with you?" You scoff, finishing setting up everything on the limited desk space before you.

"Because you fell in love with the one man they'd have you believe couldn't love."

"Yeah, sometimes I wish I'd believed them..." You say without thinking, forgetting who you were with. 

A hum of intrigue, Morris leans in with his chin resting in his palm. "Oh? And do tell, why's that?"

"Because you're so... so..." you struggle to form a cohesive reasoning that wasn't just a generic lie. 

"Because you have to hide your love for me in the dead of the night?"

"Not in the slightest..." You snarl.

"Then what? You hate how I can leave you speechless? How I manage to throw you for a loop? How I keep you on your toes and make it so much harder for you to fulfill the legacy the locals thrust onto you from day one?"

"I wouldn't say they put anything on me."

"Right..." He rolls his eyes. "And I wasn't assigned the role of the irredeemable prick from the day Joja broke ground here..."

Absent-mindedly, you open a bottle of spirits and grab a glass from the liquor cabinet Morris had hidden in the back corner of his office. "Well, you know, people will always assume one thing or another about those they don't know."

"Of course. So, tell me hero, how's that Community Center coming along?"

You remain silent, pouring your drink and another for your partner, who stands to hover over you. Nearly feeling his body heat, he leans in and smiles. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were prolonging the inevitable."

Spinning on your heel, you cut the man's advances off, pushing his glass into his hands. Storming back to your own seat, you take a sip of your homemade delicacy and relish in your craftsmanship. 

Morris follows suit, taking his throne yet again to look down at the drink you made him. "You know, it's been three years since you moved here and yet you've only fixed a couple rooms in that building."

"You've been checking my progress?"

"I'd hate to lose my favorite customer." He replies, bringing the glass to his lips. You watch as he stares longingly at the drink. "You make such wonderful liquor..."

It may have been your own tired mind playing tricks on you, but it almost seemed to be he wasn't talking from a place of personal gain. "Oh, right. Like I ever buy anything from you."

He laughs bitterly, still keeping his eyes low. "No... I suppose you don't."

"And I never will."

"Nope."

A moment of silence creeps between you two as you both tease the idea of speaking first. Still, between some sips and awkwardly avoiding eye contact, it's Morris who once again speaks up.

"I don't think you want me to leave either."

"Weird to say that since you're like a parasitic leech on this town."

Morris chuckles at your half-hearted insult. "You know I'll be leaving if you ever rally the town against me."

"I know, I don't want to..." You confess softly.

"Is that why you don't touch the one thing that would quickly unite everyone against us?"

You pause. 'Us'? The word echoes in your mind before concluding he must have meant "us" as in the company as a whole. "You already know the answer to that..."

"You know, I would take you back to the city with me." The offer feels too good to be true. And it is.

"I can't leave the farm."

"Why not? Have you done much with it? Wouldn't you rather be free from it all? I'm sure I could make it worth your while." Morris attempts to sway you with a charming tone.

Mixing it with his usual unnerving smile, it was a sour concoction only you were susceptible to. 

"I don't think you understand. I can't abandon my grandfather's farm like it's some plot of land." You stand your ground. 

He hums, swirling the drink and taking another sip of it before muttering "I see". Your stomach drops for a moment as you find yourselves at a crossroads. 

Glancing up to the clock, you find it's now a mere five minutes until midnight.

Following your gaze, he speaks up again. "I guess I'll just have to present my counter offer, then."

Finishing your glass, you feel the world begin to dance around you. "Shoot."

Putting down his glass, he interlocks his fingers and leans over the desk and you follow his lead. "I propose a challenge."

"Shoot." You say.

He takes a moment to let the anticipation linger. "If you cannot complete that Community Center within the year like you claim to want to do, you join the Joja family once again." 

This sends you reeling. "What? That's ridiculous! I already worked for Joja once-" 

"Not working, simply... corroborate." He corrects you a sly tone. He thinks he's so smart. 

"Oh, so what? You want me to marry in or something? W-What else could you mean?" Your cheeks flush and your speech hastens. 

Morris's eyes glint at your argument. "Actually, I was going to suggest you sell whatever you have left and join the JojaMart membership program. However, marrying into the business doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'll take it." 

"Wha- No! I can't just- You cannot- WHAT?" Flustered, you struggle to form a coherent statement to protest his own. 

"Cold feet? Let me let you balance this wager. What could you possibly want if you do manage to finish that dilapidated eye-sore?" 

It takes you a moment to consider, but you eventually come to a solid proposal to counter his own. "If- no- when I finish the Community Center and you're inevitably driven from this town with your tail tucked between your legs, you quit your job, admit defeat, and move in with me on my farm!" 

Now it was Morris's time to blush. "My, my, you sound so sure of yourself that you could manage such a task! But I see that as only being fair considering that you joining us would mean giving up that little country bumpkin dream you have for that silly plot of land you call a farm." 

"So then, it's settled!" You rejoice, ignoring his woven insults. "By this time next year, we'll see who moves in with who." 

"Deal. Now, it seems inappropriate considering the risks at stake here to simply seal this with a casual handshake." Morris stands from his desk, circling so he stands over you. Casting out his hand, he offers to pull you to your feet. Taking the chance graciously, you stand and are immediately pulled close. So close, you could smell his cologne and feel the heat he gave off. But it was the firm and reassuring way his arm wrapped around your waist that made you unable to meet his gaze. Noticing this, he takes your chin and gently guides your attention to his enchanting crimson eyes. 

"I think it's best to seal this deal with a kiss." He says warmly, softly, tenderly. 

"Only seems appropriate." You softly concede.

With that, your lips meet and you embrace each other passionately as the clock strikes midnight. So thus began the new year, with a new deal, and a new goal in mind.

[lgbtpopcult]

November WLW entertainment rundown

TV

Love Senior the series, first episode drops on YouTube November 8.

Scott Pilgrim November 17

Black Cake: Season One Premiere – November 1st

Beacon 23: Season One Premiere – November 12

Movies

You’re Not Suppose To Be Here, November 4, Lifetime

You’re Not Supposed to Be Here,” which premieres Nov. 4, stars Stause and Diora Baird as a lesbian couple babymooning in a remote mountain town. Developed from Lauren Caster’s concept, “You’re Not Supposed to Be Here” follows pregnant couple Zoe (Stause) and Kennedy (Baird), who are offered a vacation from their stressful lives when Kennedy’s boss gives them a key to a cabin in the woods. When they arrive, however, they are met with less than welcoming arms, prompting Zoe to sound alarms of homophobia, which Kennedy attempts to tamper down.

Books, Games Music etc

That French Summer

Reeling from a very public scandal, Delia Holland takes refuge in a run-down French chateau. She’s determined to stay out of the lime-light, to rebuild her life, and most of all, to be happy. Guillotining her husband would be the icing on the cake, if only she could find him.

After an accident and a surprise breakup, Paris Bennett finds herself alone on her longed-for French vacation. Her characteristically immaculate plans have fallen apart, and she’s barely holding herself together. Plus, the novelty of being Paris in Paris is rapidly starting to wear off.

But when a thunderstorm brings the two together for a night, something begins to sparkle. Delia’s heart starts to fill with happiness again, and Paris suddenly finds that her carefully laid out plans aren’t as necessary as she thought.

Grumpy neighbors, interfering English teachers, a housekeeper who’s more than she seems, a battered car, an even more battered moped, rats and spiders galore, and a chateau that could fall on their heads at any moment come together to prove that the perfect love story doesn’t have to be perfect at all. Sometimes happiness is there for the taking, as long as you can persuade yourself to choose it.

This Bed We Made

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1243850/This_Bed_We_Made/

"February 17, 1958. Sophie's shift at the Clarington Hotel begins like any other — until she opens the door to room 505 and a crimson light comes out…" Does that appeal to your curiosity? If so, this noir investigation full of guilty pleasures and a nosy maid is perfect for you. And of course, you’ll be able to form all sorts of bonds with the hotel guests you usually work for.

Available for: PC

~The Summer Romance Bloomed From A Lie~

This is a story about finding love to overwrite the feelings for the one they held dearest. A girls love visual novel about summer, love and adolescence.

3 Nov, 2023 https://store.steampowered.com/app/1575980/UsoNatsu_The_Summer_Romance_Bloomed_From_A_Lie/

[trashbag-baby666]

High rise au - what's John's journey with alcoholism like?

Angsssstttt my favorite flavor mmm.

Some background, Johns been drinking like a frat boy since he was basically 16. Never one to shy away from a party or just simply stealing alcohol from his parents. He quickly earned himself the life of the party title while in high school. So the partying and drinking kind of became his crutch of normalcy among his peers in bum fuck Wisconsin.

In college, in Gales eyes John’s drinking was manageable. Coming from the home he did, Gale has his own opinions on it. He ultimately chalked up John’s drinking habits to just being young and stupid. He wasn’t yet dependent on the substance, yet he had some messy moments, various fights, and hangovers galore. Lots of nights of Gale basically holding John up while they walk back to their apartment.

It’s a few months in after they move to New York that John’s drinking turns from social to something darker. Gales job is demanding of his time and John begins to feel isolated, struggling to find his footing. So he did what any chatty Wisconsinite would do and found a bar nearby and made that his evening activities. He’d sit at the bar and drink and chat with the bartender and other locals. Except it became a nightly thing, then a daily thing. When John wasn’t working he was at home drinking, waiting for Gale to come home.

Previously mentioned here, John’s first mental break scares Gale out of his mind. His opinions on John’s drinking shifting drastically.

Gale had gotten home late from work and John wasn’t home. Which sometimes wasn’t totally out of the norm, except John had left his phone and keys. Frantic and worried, Gale finds himself pulling his shoes back on and going on the hunt for John. Checking all of his usual bars and corner stores, eventually finding him slumped over in some alleyway with a black eye and his own puke all over his shirt.

This prompts John’s first inpatient visit, he agrees to go and then once he’s there he’s begging to get out. The detox for him is rough, the first 48 hours were the worst for him. Shaking, chills, nausea, a pounding headache. He could barely sleep in the uncomfortable beds provided in the facility, he spirals himself into thoughts of Gale left him here to leave him.

Gale visits every day, he sits with John holding his hand telling him how proud he is of him.

After John gets out the road to his first stretch of sobriety is rough. He continued to struggle with withdrawal symptoms and feelings of guilt for putting Gale through that. As he starts confronting his deeper issues Gale really becomes his rock. He gets him to join an AA group as well, he goes with John to his first couple meetings.

There were relapses in John’s journey, where the weight of sobriety felt unbearable and he slipped back into old habits. Gale learned how to set boundaries at work and how to support John.

Over the years John goes to inpatient a few more times, some for his mental breaks and some for detox. With therapy and time, John really starts to understand the root causes of his drinking and his need for validation.

At the events of the series John’s been sober for about two years.

[thedanniannie]

Fully Enamored - Itachi Uchiha POV fic

You're getting ready for a date night with Itachi. You saved your nicest outfit for tonight, and let's just say Itachi is OBSESSED...

✨️fluff/praise GALORE✨️

Gender neutral reader

(This is written as a POV from Itachi, so while I imagined him, feel free to replace your mental image with any introverted fictional character who has big feelings but can't communicate them to save their life)

Also itachi putting his hand over his mouth is purely an idea from my friend, Ezra. She told me she saw him doing that so you wouldn't see him smile or biting his lip, and it was do hot I had to include it.

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"I'm almost done!" they project from the hidden space of their bathroom.

"Don't feel rushed my love. I can wait."

I take my place on the freshly fluffed couch. Examining the usually cluttered coffee table, I can tell they must have lost track of time from cleaning their apartment. It must have been entertaining, to be present to watch them fumble with the unfolded laudry, to watch their eyebrows scrunch together when they organize their belongings, and to look over at them as they curse to themselves for letting their space become so hectic yet again. They did well, the home is spotless. It doesn't bother me to wait for them in the living room, their choice of decor was like a museum. The walls a collage of photos and paintings from family and friends. The coat rack was tipping with more jackets than a single person could need. The shelves filled with trinkets, and I could recognize some of the items from second hand shops and art fairs we had visited together.

Perfect, it was so perfectly them. I could gaze at these walls for days. They were generous with their personality, to me, to their friends, and to their home. But no matter how generous they were, no amount of them could satiate my need for them. Maybe there was a slight lie in what I said earlier, I can't wait. I need to see them now.

Their feet begin to move and I hear the light switch click. I wrap two fingers to cover the corners of my already upturning lips before cocking my head to meet their eyes.

The three seconds that I got to look at them felt like an eternity. An eternity that I was happy to be prisoner in. Their beauty caged my heart, my soul, and never did I wish more than in this moment for a key that could unlock this cage to never exist. Their walls were a gallery, and they were the Louvre. They deserved to be seen by the world, for everyone to know how it feels to be drunk on their ethereal grace, and to be lost in thought by meeting them. But at the same time the world doesn't deserve them. I don't even deserve them. A being so beautiful, even a divine creator from above is in shock and awe. A drug that no parental figure ever warned me about. I look at their eyes, their fly away hairs, their lips, fingertips, the dips in their skin, they way they're fumbling with their belongings right now and the energy I feel shoots up my veins, and it makes me feel dizzy and idiotic. They're excruciating, and it scares me enough to want to run away. It's torturous to sit here and not let myself slip into an uncontrollable and maddening love sickness, that is if I wasn't already. I fear I am all consumed.

"Do I look fine?" They ask me with that insecure and inquisitive tone. Such an aching tone to hear.

But I'm no better. Every time I finally form the words to remind them of their beauty, eventually I find the words are not enough. They're beyond words, but my stomach turns sour when I bring myself out of their trance and the only pathetic sentence that can come out of my mouth is...

"Yes... you look wonderful darling..."

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Can you do the mob boys reacting to their teenage daughter sneaking out the house/ rebelling?

Mob! Leo

He knows a little about rebelling so he's not totally surprised when he catches his teen daughter sneaking out

but he appreciates guts more than anything

and it was a pretty ballsy move for his kid to defy him like this

she thinks she's being so slick as well, waiting for him to go to bed and creeping out

"And what plans do you have at this time of night? He better be worth the grounding you're about to get"

aannddd she knows she's done for

but she's gotta try, y'know?

with the most innocent look and a sweet as pie voice she turns to him like:

"Daddy, I'm just going out to see a movie with Claire. You remember her, right? No boys or alcohol, just a movie"

he's not fooled

"Oh really, open your bag then?"

time to drop the act

"fine. How long am I grounded for? "

he tells her it's forever but she knows it'll be like a week as per usual

stomps back up the stairs muttering about how she can't wait to move out at 18

Mob! Raph

ok but he's such a big softy

like his daughter could get away with murder, both figuratively and literally.

but he doesn't like her doing anything that could her hurt, like walking around the streets of New York late at night....

he catches her shimmying down a drainpipe out her bedroom window

she's super slow at it so he just goes downstairs and waits for her

"I told you no"

she half jumps out of her skin

she really didn't think he'd know she was doing this

"But dad!"

"I said no, it's 11:30 at night, I don't want you out at this time"

"I'm just going to a friend's house, please? Her dad's picking me up and everything, he'll drop me back too!"

puppy dog eyes galore

he thinks about it for a minute

"I'll drop you off. And pick you up. And if you aren't there, I'm sending your body guards out for you and they will embarrass you in front of your friends. I'll make sure of that"

"Thank you, daddy!"

big hugs

he makes the guards embarrass her anyways as punishment

Mob! Mikey

Oh god he's such a wild card as a parent

but also such a massive push over as a parent

like his kids really aren't used to being told "no"

but when he says "no" he fucking means it

so when he catches his daughter with a bottle of raspberry vodka in one hand and his car keys in the other... shit is about to hit the fan

she hears it before she even realises what's happened

the bottle of vodka smashing on the floor

then there's what he says

because Mikey doesn't yell, he actually gets real quiet when he's angry

"Is this what I fucking get? for raising you, caring for you, protecting you? this blatant disregard for my rules and wishes? Who are you sneaking out to see? Because I fucking swear that if it's the boy you've been making eyes at all semester, he won't make it to school on Monday or ever again. Do you understand?"

he sort of realises he fucked up once she starts balling her eyes out and shaking

after that he clams down and they go back inside for some daddy/daughter rebuilding trust.

she's fine the next day but never sneaks out again

Mob! Donnie

one dad you do not want to fuck with

he plays the long game

he see's her sneak out, and follows

obvs he's super discreet and she thinks she's gotten away with it

until her and her friends are drinking and partying and dancing, until they feel comfortable...

then he strikes

armed guards knock down the door, guns pointed in everyone's faces

there's a bit of a scuffle (drunk "hero" teenage boy trying to show he's a big shot) but he gets knocked out pretty quickly

then Donnie appears

he grabs her by the hair, pulling her face close to his and hissing that it's time for them to leave

in the car on the way back, he's eerily calm

she's trying to do damage control, lot's of "i'm sorry" and "it'll never happen again"

"Oh, I know it won't"

she's confused

"I don't want bad influences on my daughter. so you're going to a private school and I've been assured, it's very strict. Your friends are all going to fail their classes and get kicked out of school and they will be made to know it's your fault and I expect a 5000 word essay on why this was such a bad idea in my hand by Wednesday"

she just sobs

after the essay is handed to him, he "forgives her" and doesn't continue with his plan.

but she never does shit like that again.

[aimportantdragoncollector]

I remember the One for All is a Charisma Enhancer headcannons and have had more thoughts, here you go:

One for All as an intelligence Stockpiler. Izuku gets it from Nedzu. Nedzu was a normal rat before receiving one for all. The power is intense. The two tear down society, all for one is defeated by sheer brain power.

One for All as a wisdom stockpiler. Life lessons galore, Izuku knows the meaning of life and distills the truth of the universe. Izuku manages to realize that everyone’s motives are stupid. He can’t convince anyone of this though, since his charisma is terrible.

One for all as a dexterity stockpiler. Agile, good with ranged weapons, sneaky. Eraserhead is perplexed at how this random child is out stealthing him. All of the previous holders are alive and were just in hiding thanks to mad ninja skills.

One for All as a stockpiler of foresight. Izuku can low key see the future, can tell what’s going to happen based on vibes, and how reacting certain ways might influence that. Nighteye is jealous, his quirk is terrible in comparison.

One for all stockpiles attractiveness. All Might is the number one hero because he’s the most popular and sells the most merch. It just makes Izuku unbelievably handsome. Aoyama is jealous. Izuku becomes an idol, and takes down All for One with the power of friendship.

One for All stockpiles weakness, so it’s actually just a terrible curse that makes someone terminally ill like Yoichi. Yay.

One for All stockpiles stocks. It makes you really business savvy. Izuku may not be a pro hero, but he’s going to make bank.

One for All stockpiles luck.

Haha this is really fun!

Stockpiling intelligence might be arguably dangerous. I'm reminded of Taravangian from the Stormlight Archives, who has fluctuating intelligence and locks himself up when he gets too smart because that's when his ideas go too far.

Pocketramblr has a great OFA stockpiles beauty AU at https://pocketramblr.tumblr.com/tagged/ofa%20stockpiles%20beauty%20au

Luck is perhaps the most useful ability of the bunch. And it explains the usual protagonist knack for being at the center of all events.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

Someone asked for bl recs and since I'm still new in the fandom I decided to just give a short breakdown of the ones I have watched. Including horniness level. Red flag level. Where to watch. Etc.

Love In The Air

Horny level: 5/5

on iqiyi (subscription)

Two young college students get involved with two older men who illegally race motorcycles.

Plot and acting could be better but it's charming and the lead couples work really well together. Notable for very horny sex scenes. (There's never talk of lube though, but that's every show I've seen so far)

Significant number of red flags that somehow turn green, if you're into that.

Red flag rating starts at like 4.5/5 and then drops exponentially and somehow gets genuinely cute and supportive?? By the special episode those red flags are whipped lol.

Each couple gets about half the season dedicated to themselves.

This gif made me watch it.

Kinneporsche on iqiyi

Horny level: 4/5

Look it's just good. it was popular for a reason. Excellent chemistry, fun and engaging plot. Great action scenes. The theme song slaps.

Product placements are more noticeable than others.

The new head of a crime family low key kidnaps a man to be his bodyguard. Fun tropes ensue. These two are so horny for each other. It's also genuinely funny.

One side couple is very cute and sweet (mostly) and the other is red flag central, not safe, sane, or consensual.

There are a lot of interesting and well done family dynamics going on in this, which is what actually taught my attention.)

Cutie pie series

Rated, like, R probably

Horny level: 4 out of 5 ??

One of the classics, I guess it helped the genre blow up at the beginning of COVID and had a Moment.

Free on YouTube, or the uncut extra steamy version is on iqiyi. (The "censored" YouTube version is still pretty steamy though, ngl.)

Arranged marriage tropes galore. Broken engagements. Not-so-secret identifies. Miscommunication. Age gaps and height differences. Truly a gay regency romance told in the modern times.

People either seem to really like this or hate it. (The people who dislike it usually say they don't like the power dynamics at play.)

I didn't dislike or especially like it the first time I watched it but the second time it was really fun. It's kitsch. You've gotta embrace the kitsch and you'll be fine. A good casual watch.

Flags aren't exactly green but could definitely be more red.

Pretty decent acting, which gets better over time.

Known for some of the best kissing scenes in the genre tbh. Tongues everywhere. So much tongue. Very soft. Mouths on titties. Gotta respect the dedication.

(It has a sequel series called naughty babe that is equally silly that I enjoyed more because somehow the leads have a chokehold on me. They're the second couple in this. )

Seems like there are continuity errors but the books are just Like That I guess.

Love by chance

Free on viki rakkuten

Horny level 2/5 (pg-13, fade to black love scenes)

Formulaic but cute. Popular kid falls for lower class schoolmate. Rich assholes. Wholesome family moments. Really annoying side characters (one in particular )but the main couple is very sweet for the most part.

Good acting.

Red flag rating 1/5. (For normal teenaged possessiveness of the main couple.) The others? Who the hell knows.

I actually got really invested in the main couple and then they got nerfed in the second series and I rage quit. Continuity errors galore. I was rooting for you Tiffany.

(there's a surprise brother/brother ship plot that doesn't really go anywhere)

Two worlds

Horny level 3.5

Iqiyi

Starring the side couple from cutie pie. (Still in the chokehold) fun alternate reality plot that is actually pretty well done. The fantasy element could be stronger but the relationships are all interesting. Some really beautiful visuals. Naked painting sessions ala Titanic.

After Khram's beloved Phupha is murdered, something happens and Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, three years prior, Khram and Thai had been in love. However, that Khram was killed by Thai's dad. One day, Thai drives by a road and finds someone in the middle of the road. The face of that person stuns Thai because he looks exactly the same as his lover from three years ago. What will happen next?

Cave sex. That's what happens.

Some crazy shit happens in this one. It's a little hard to explain. Editing could be clearer. Acting is pretty good, and noticeably improving. The side couple is childhood friends to enemies to lovers which is fun.

I'm half convinced this was made because fans saw the nipple action in cutie pie, so they said"you want nipple action? We'll give you nipple action." And they went for it. But seriously, their scenes are very well choreographed and very sweet. (And really long.)

Pretty red flag free. Other than some light kidnapping. (Gotta have a meet-cute somehow)

I have to watch this one again tbh. (I have a bias with this one for some reason)

The sign

Free on YouTube.

Horny level 3.5/5 (I have a feeling others may rank it higher)

Psychic powers. Past lives. Snake men. Bird men. Soulmates. Gender fuckery. Crime mysteries. If those things interest you, you'll like it. Very good acting. Likable cast of characters. (Side characters you actually care about.) funny and goofy at times. Great action scenes. I was pleasantly surprised, and this is another one I think I may rewatch. I hope these two do more work together.

Red flag free except for That One Obviously Evil Handsome Doctor Guy

Only friends

Free on YouTube

Horny level: 4/5 a love scene in every episode so far.

A queer friend group in their 20's what could go wrong? Friends with benefits. Pining. Fucking by proxy. Past illicit relationships. Everyone wants someone other than who they have. Dysfunctional alcoholics and manipulative assholes. Various confusing love shapes. I've only watched a few episodes but already those two have got me fucked up.

Many flags of many colors

Love sea

Iqiyi

Horny rating: 5/5. (So horny )

A lonely, closed off romance author is sent to a beautiful island to work on his book. There he meets an annoying yet charming local who has been hired to keep him company. His back gets blown out. What will happen next? I expect they'll fall for each other and it'll be really cute but first it's gotta get messy.

Staring the second couple from Love In The Air

They are the epitome of black cat/golden retriever energy and it works for them. Great chemistry. Their acting is getting better. The script is better than LITA I feel like. The first episode is kinda awkward. The second episode is pure spice. The third is oddly sweet. It's still airing so idk.

There's a lesbian side couple that's heading towards the fake dating trope with added power dynamic fuckery so that's fun.

Red flag level: well, at this point I think it still technically counts as prostitution so ...

Aaaand I've got whole lists of stuff saved ranking from "I'm gonna cry" to "I'm horny" to "I'm horny and I'm gonna cry" which I may do later as I get through them ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

... I am now realizing that these are mostly MAME works, who I guess is known for being problematic but idk, I'm having a great time.

[bothendsofthequill]

A Timid Ticklee Finds Their Voice

By Both Ends Of The Quill

"Awwwhahahawwwww, I never knew you had such a precious laugh!"

While you've been visited by your guardian angel before, this night is a first for you both. Bristle has taken it upon himself to comfort you through recent insomnia, a full body spoon ensuring a peaceful slumber, especially with those wings of his. Tonight, however, the rabbit arrived earlier, proposing a way to tire you out before you attempt to doze off...

Bristle tickles up and down your sides as his magic pins your arms next to the pillow. "Is it too much?" He asks as gentle yet firm digits tickle around your ribs.

Joyous laughter pours out of you, and you find yourself blushing as you shake your head.

While trying to move closer and nuzzle your neck as his paw traces your opposing side, his ears get in the way. One of them manages to cover your mouth for a second and you try to blow it back at him in spite of the giggles.

"Oh! Sohohorry." Bristle chuckles, bringing himself upright. "Didn't mean to give you a mouthful of fur. Guess I'll have to make it up to you, huh?" He shows off his claws with a snicker.

You gasp, recoiling and pulling on the restraints slightly.

There's a moment of confusion, but the bunny's eyes widen as the implication hits him, his magic immediately letting you go. "O-oh goodness no, buddy, I would never!" Bringing forth his right paw, he unsheathes his claws. Instead of coming to a point, they end in a dull, orb-like tip, with not a hint of sharpness to speak of. "Being used to these makes me forget s-sometimes that claws are not usually pleasant to the touch. I'm so sorry for scaring you." He retains a worried gaze, ears lowering. "I would never hurt you, you know that, right?"

A smile accompanies your nod as you hug Bristle silently, angling yourself downward to nuzzle into his shoulder.

The bunny reciprocates with a relieved and oddly high-pitched chuckle, rubbing his paws up and down your back. "Do you, uh, want me to give these things a try?"

Giving a tight squeeze, you nod even faster, basking in the softness that is this angelic bunny.

A single "claw" drags down your spine, feeling rounded to the touch. It's even smoother than a fingernail, and damn, is it ever tickly!

An eruption of squeals muffled by fluff is music to Bristle's oversized ears, and one look into your tickler's tender gaze elevates what little anxiety you still hold.

The angel moves to your ribs again, gently stroking his claws up and down all of them with a playful smile. "My favourite piano!"

Silliness like this always makes you laugh harder, and his neck fluff is met with your face once more.

Your oh, so precious nuzzles prompt his fingers to dance in between your ribs. "Can't forget the black keys! Always so under-appreciated..." Neglect for sharp and flat notes in musical composition fuels the contempt dripping from Bristle's voice as he utters the latter sentence, despite the fact that he knows nothing about music.*

Every spot he touches from your ribs to your sides elicits bright laughs, squeaks, and squeals, filling your bedroom with blissful song. Minutes feel like seconds when you're being treated to endless giggles galore, but even more so as Bristle digs into your ribs, making you throw your head back in laughter.

"Coochie cooo!" Bristle teases while falling to the bed with you, taking the opportunity to straddle your hips. No time is wasted encasing you in magic once again, this time securing the whole of your arms and legs. His claws skitter down to your belly where they drag slowly and aimlessly. "Does it feel good?"

You can hardly muster a nod for all the jumping and wiggling you're doing; this whole night is turning into a ticklish daydream. The way your hyper-sensitive tummy is being touched and traced to no end is all encompassing, and the tickling isn't even intense yet! Bristle applies a little more pressure to give louder laughs, but it's the grace of every stroke that's melting you so. The fuzzy tickler laughs with you, squeaking as he finds new soft spots to try and teases that make you blush. Yet somehow, through all the hugs and tickles and teases, he always returns to a simple question when trying a new spot or method: "Does that feel good?" Bristle almost always asks. No matter if you're laughing so hard you have tears in your eyes, or there's nothing more than a snicker to be heard, he makes sure. Moreover, you feel him slow down for a moment as he does so, giving you a chance to nod or shake your head. It's all so subtle, but very deliberate. Maybe that's why you were more open to letting Bristle tickle you and take full responsibility for your body like this: he... cares. He loves you.

"Yehehes, that's it! Just like that!" Bristle exclaims, tail wagging like crazy as he smiles your way

Are you doing something different? You can't tell for sure. All you know is that his paws are speeding up and the claws are beginning to scribble across your tummy. You laugh harder and close your eyes, taking in the sensation, but it's not long before everything slows and Bristle simply rubs your belly, chuckling to himself.

"Need a break, cutie?" His voice is higher than it was before, dripping with giggly mischief.

Panting moderately, you nod.

Bristle grins, pointing his finger at each of your arms and drawing circles in the air as the magic releases you. Meanwhile, his other paw reaches for one of the glasses of water on the adjacent nightstand. "Here you go. Drink it all, laughing dehydrates you more than you think.”

"Mmmhm." you agree, sitting up and chugging the whole glass while recalling how he didn't point at your limbs to restrain them in the first place. This cheeky rabbit did the whole abracadabra thing for style points! You suppress a smirk, placing the glass back down.

Bristle giggles, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "You know you completely let go just then, r-right?"

You cock your head. The hell does that mean?

"I-I saw it, heard it too." Bristle grins wider. "There was a moment where you seemed lost in thought before your laugh got even more effortless." His voice just keeps rising in pitch while he looks away shyly, and the grin turns to an overjoyed smile. "You sounded so happy a-a-and overcome with joy a-and..." he covers his cheeks with his paws, wings flapping and ears almost flopping, "...it was so fucking precious!! Eeeheehee!!" He squeals.

You look down at the bed, biting your lip and shyly giggling along. Are you really that adorable? Goodness...

Bristle takes a deep breath, worried he may be overbearing. "S-sorry, buddy." His right paw rubs the opposing arm. "S-seeing my ticklee's cares melt away is the best p-part of my job and-" He stops. "I... haven't told you about that, have I?" Modestly, he tucks his wings back behind him and clears his throat. "M-my fellow angels and I traverse the worlds looking for people in need of help, in any way, for any reason. You know that, right?"

You nod, propping yourself up with your arms and listening intently as your heart rate slowly returns to normal.

"W-well, not all of us specialize in every issue. Some guardian angels focus more on defense of their protectees from physical danger, and some are better at emotional assistance. Even within the latter, though, some angels aid like a therapist would in this world..." Bristle's ears once again lower bashfully, "...and I'm sure you cahahan guess what I lean towards."

"Mmmhm!" You snicker. Judging by the deep conversations shared between you two during those sleepless nights, he was a lovely therapist, but there was never any question as to where Bristle excelled.

"My peers don't cahall me the angel of tickling for nothing!" The rabbit places his paws on your sides and gives a playful squeeze.

You flop back on your bed with a yip, and before you can even process a single giggle, Bristle's magic is putting your arms right back where they belong.

So these are his true colours, huh? It’s not as if he hasn’t been open to you, but fleeting glimpses are all you’ve seen of this overly playful side until now. In hindsight, it must have been hard to withhold given how strong it obviously is. He may be calling you precious, but watching Bristle's heart glow with a love for tickling is simply too cute.

Your shirt is raised with a single claw to let Bristle fawn over your delicate tummy.

Heck, when he swirls that same claw deep into your belly button and you howl with uncontrollable bellows, he's just as helpless to the squeals as you, struggling to keep still as his tail wags and his wings flap and his voice echos almost as loud as yours, "AhahahahwwwwwEEEE!! I knowwwwww, ihihit tickles so muhuhuch, right? That's my good tickle pet, that's my precious bean!" But yet somehow, he always ends with the same sentiment. “Are you hahahaving fun, cuhuhuhutie?" His finger slows, and as you meet his sparkly gaze, you remember something: you were embarrassed by your love of tickling, ashamed even. Simple nods of assurance have proven difficult throughout all of this. But that ticklish feeling in your belly button is stalling, and Bristle's eyes are begging for an answer, and your heart and mind are screaming the truth at him but your mouth. Just. Won't…

"Yehehehes!! Ihihi lohohove ihihihit!!"

The tickling stops, and you can feel your face glowing bright red. Did you say the wrong thing? Did it come out as intended?

One look at the dumb fucking grin on your guardian angel's face answers that question. "Ahaha! Awwww!!" Bristle's claw swirls even faster inside your belly button, with his other paw squeezing your side frantically. "Ihihi'm so glahahad, sweetie!!"

You jump and laugh hard. So, so hard. In fact, this is the most ticklishly vulnerable you've felt in your entire life. Bristle knows each and every way to make you sing, but every method feels so relentlessly loving and caring, down to the last touch laid upon your delicate skin. Even when he is a little rougher, digging into your ribs and sides with reckless abandon, that’s exactly what it doesn't feel like: reckless. Bristle’s paws sure can be unpredictable and chaotic, but never frightening. Those squishy beans and dulled claws couldn’t hurt a ticklee if they tried, but they can, will, and are filling every note falling from your lips with more emotion than a choir of hundreds could convey.

The bunny full-on straddles you now, nuzzling with cuddly intent and planting a few kisses on your forehead as the tickles carry on. "So soft, so sweet, sooooohohohoho precious!!" He squees. "I'll keep you safe forever, my tickle pet~."

Laughter comes so easily when you lower all defenses: straight from the heart, no filter, no shame. Only euphoria. Tears of joy begin to fall down your cheeks, and that's when you feel Bristle easing off. It's sad to feel your heaven come to an end, but wonderful as it is, euphoria is fucking tiring.

Your magic restraints unravel to make way for the bunny’s embrace. You feel him squeeze, but then loosen the hug and rub your back instead. You appreciate him letting you catch your runaway breath.

"I love you." He murmurs.

You hug back with your final squeak of the night. "I-I... I-I lov-"

Bristle backs up and strokes your cheek. "It's okay, you don't have to-"

You place a finger over his mouth with a shake of your head. "I l-l-love you... -t-too." You reply.

With wide eyes and a quivering lip, your guardian angel opens his arms and wings for a somehow even more encompassing hug, which you practically throw yourself into. Soft spoken and a little choked up, he whispers, "I am so proud of you."

From his softness, both inside and out, to his wings and fur and even having claws that are suited for almost nothing aside from giggle giving, Bristle really is the Angel of Tickling. No. He’s your guardian angel, first and foremost, he would correct you. Protector first, lover second, but not too far behind, truthfully. The two are more intertwined than you could have ever imagined...

[Author's Note]

*Thisisntaventfromtheauthorwhoisalsoamusicianwhatareyoutalkingabout?

[yanderes-galore]

Alphabet thing I'm talking about: https://www.tumblr.com/yanderes-galore/694826177262682112/i-believe-op-reblogged-you-can-use-this-so-should?source=share

Fandom: BioShock

Character: Sander Cohen

Pairing: Platonic.

Type of Fic: prompts from an A-Z list.

(Required for prompts) Prompt numbers and what list they're from: T3 and V3

Sure! I made this by adapting the plot ideas you gave me in private so I hope this did well :) Sorry it's not exactly like the plot you gave me, after the first line I just went with it-

Prompts Here

Yandere! Platonic! Sander Cohen Prompts T-3 and V-3

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”

“If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?”

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied stalking, Threats, Violence, Manipulation, Unhealthy power dynamic, Neglect, Starvation.

Your luck was questionable at best. Cohen had always been one for holding events for various things. Usually it was to display his newest work of madness or to look nice for the papers.

Rapture always had questionable forms of entertainment ever since Adam was invented.

Cohen's newest event was to pick someone at random to learn under him. It was a lottery based event to spread his knowledge on the arts. You had only ever been to one Cohen show and left feeling... strange.

It never was your thing once you realized how intense his whole art exhibit was.

Despite this you somehow managed to get a certain letter sent to your residence in Rapture. A fancy invitation declaring you a winner. Confused you end up opening it...

Only to find out you won an event you didn't even know you were partaking in.

The moment you read the word 'Cohen' you felt your blood chill. You originally thought you could ignore the invitation to this, ask for another winner. Although you quickly began to fear what the man himself may do if you already didn't comply.

With your fate manipulated out of your hands, you accepted the offer with a fearful grin.

Working under Cohen never managed to ease your fear. As his newest muse and newest songbird to work under him, you felt under pressure. Cohen is a perfectionist.

Even though Cohen hasn't harmed you yet during your... internship (?), you fear the idea of it. He is one who finds pain the purest form of beauty and is rather apathetic towards suffering. You've heard the stories.

Like some sort of predator, it was like Cohen could smell your fear.

Cohen was not blind to your shaking and stuttered responses. Ever since he laid eyes on you he thought he could make you something greater. Even when you didn't know of his presence yet.

The first step to perfecting you was to stop all the nerves. How could you ever make art alongside him if you shutter around him? Your nerves make your art suffer.

He takes note of how you struggle to find your own muse under him. Your music is a bit too off-key and your art is too rushed and bland. A good mentor must encourage their student, no?

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”

It sounds like encouragement to those who don't know Cohen. However, you've been around the madman enough to catch the vaguely threatening tone he gave it. He's willing to be as patient as he can with you, but you aren't going to stop making art until he's pleased.

Cohen is the type of man to make you work until you're tired and hungry. He's harsh, claiming to you that your suffering will make your art shine. All you can focus on is the fear, the fatigue, and the hunger that permeates through your gut.

The concoction of feeling makes you nauseated with stress around Cohen. In an attempt to appease him you practice your skills. You try instruments, you try different art forms, you begin to wonder how you even got into this mess.

It's when you push yourself to the point of being irritable and passing out that Cohen relents slightly. You're given enough food and water to survive yet you still struggle and he looks at your art with slight intrigue. There's improvements, he smiles.

"There! The struggling pain you feel is what you need your art to embody! You're getting the hang of it...."

He treats your pain as something that must happen to make something pleasing to his eyes. He wants you to bleed for your art, he wants to feel your emotion in it. To him, this means you get it.

He just needs to push you more.

Harshly, with frenzied arguments and threats, he molds you into what he wants you to be. Your art improves even with your struggling form. Despite your condition, Cohen both encourages you yet disciplines you.

In a way you are his newest piece of work.

He both treats your suffering as good for art yet acts like he has just enough care for your well being. When you aren't suffering due to your needs not being met, you're threatened with being shocked or covered in plaster. Cohen is hard to predict... being here is a struggle to survive.

Cohen hurts you, yet then he whirls around like he cares. He tells you all artists must struggle. You're lucky he's here to help you, he claims while you shake in his grasp.

“If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?”

Cohen says with a threatening grin, like you aren't suffering by his hands. He's just here to keep you alive while he molds you into his perfect work. In truth... you winning his little lottery event wasn't by chance.

He picked you. Your fate was decided by him because he saw you just once. Ever since, he's decided to make you a wonderful artist just like him.

From the start, Cohen decided you and him would be wonderful. You'll both make great things together.

Meanwhile, you just hope you can get by and survive... regardless of how you got into this.

[lavenoon]

Okokok hi!

How would the boys (Eclipse included) feel about s/o 'borrowing' a a piece of clothing (like a shirt) or accessories to wear and/or making an effort to match his outfits?

Alright lets go! I'll default to "shirt" in the scenarios but the sentiment applies to basically everything lmao

Sun: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: For the sake of whatever is getting you out in public, lets assume he doesn't see it until you already are out and about, because otherwise, y'all would be late. He'll still fuss a little, just for show - what else is going to give him the excuse to lean down and purr a low little "darling, you could have just asked" if not the fact that your collar absolutely needs to be fixed right now? Frankly, wearing his shirt is an ego boost he doesn't need - or absolutely does. Superficially, he'll be the worst peacock about it, because there you are - wearing his shirt in his colors while out with him, immediately showing everyone you meet that you're with him. But deep down, Sun is anxiety galore, and he lives for the reassurance that you chose this, that you like where your relationship is going, and that this is what you want. He'll love to indulge, not to worry <3

Which is to say. If you so much as breathe that you wanted to match him? Good fucking luck. This man is going to be barely contained glee at the prospect of getting to coordinate outfits with you - what kind of power couple you'd be! And to think that you might even want to add to your wardrobe just to have something that would match something of his? Goodbye, he's ascended, and then returned with a vengeance because he has to treat you now, as much as he can - do you want a whole matching dress/ suit? would you want just one article to match - perhaps a jacket, or shirt, or a scarf the color of his tie? Or the more subtle claim - cuff links and collar pins and necklaces, he's all for it, and you'll have one hell of a time trying to get him to be calm about it. Have fun!

Moon: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: Whelp, there goes Moon! Gets about halfway through a tease before the reality of the situation hits him and he just crumbles into a flustered mess. He'd love to be smug and tease you about raiding his closet for a shirt - he usually opts for basic t-shirts in solid colors, so it's not even that special. But it's his and you chose it specifically, and now you're wearing it and once you're done wearing it it'll end up in his closet again and then he'll wear the shirt you wore and - best to not continue, he's already about to combust. Already prefers not being the one handling public stuff, so he'll let you take the lead and just turns into your backpack on legs to occasionally hide his face under the pretense of giving you a nice little head nuzzle, and some very quiet mumbles of "the color suits you, you should wear it more often" <3

Now, if you went and told him you'd want to match him, specifically? Man's just bluescreening for a second there, whoops. A fumbling mess and definitely the most low key about matching among these three, because he gets flustered to hell and back at the thought of attracting that kinda attention. He loves the sentiment, don't get him wrong! But if you keep it to at home/ the neighborhood, his processors will thank you for not overheating. However, once you express that said sentiment? He'll start just putting his nightcap on you, with more or less vague excuses or deflecting compliments of "you look cute" depending on his daily shyness level. And sorry, did the temperature just dip? No? Too bad, he's already stripping out of his jacket (while stealing a glance if you're looking) and draping it around you, because "you looked cold" - cuddle him some more, because he's currently heating up from fluster, and it'll be win win!

Eclipse: Stealing his shirt to wear it out in public: Oh my god, you've killed him to death. His casual clothes are often very baggy, and he already has to buy larger stuff to cover his entire torso. Honestly, his reaction is twofold - on the one hand, he's just melting and cooing over you, just so absolutely in love and just an excited mess that you'd want to wear his clothes. On the other hand, he's very interested in what you do with the extra sleeves. For a long sleeved shirt, they'd probably tie around nicely like a waist belt? For that extra ~pizzazz~ - or tuck them into a high-waisted skirt or pants (skirts you can also steal from his closet. I wouldn't recommend the pants). As always, very touchy about it, looking with his eyes isn't enough! Propriety be damned, you better be somewhere where cuddling is possible because that's what he wants to do, and now <3

And if you as much as insinuate that the purpose was to match him? This guy is the king of cheese and proud, and he'll wear all the embarrassing couple's stuff with you - he'll love couple's shirts (both just, normal shirts but you each get one of the same, or the "if lost return to [x]" "I'm [x]" type of stuff), he'll love matching accessories (of which he already has many, and is happy to share - all except his sun and moon eclipse necklace), key chains, anything! He loves the idea of matching, and a non-negligible part of him basks in that validation that you want to be seen with him, associated with him, and want to broadcast that to people even more than just going out with him! You aren't ashamed to love him so openly, and as someone who might get a bit self conscious if he's the only one being openly affectionate and cheesy, it's balm to his soul and he'll love to go all out!

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Just picking up a few odds and ends

At Turkey to Go!, whose menu centers around Minnesota turkey, the usual presence of The Goofy Guards (Yippy, Yappy and Yahooey) around grilled turkey drumsticks was bound to ensue ... as well as Yappy acknowledging that their offering tourists an opportunity to try their hand at fencing on the Ocean City, Maryland boardwalk was modestly successful, though some visitors admitted it was "a little difficult to find" mixed in among French-fry stands and T-shirt shops. "We had to be pretty much our own salesmen," Yappy frankly acknowledged.

Staying with Turkey to Go! for the moment, two that found the pulled barbecue turkey, with some barbecue sauce in the bargain, rather tasty were no less than Ruff and Reddy. Reddy, for his part, couldn't help but wipe much of the sauce and juices from Ruff's mouth every now and then.

On at least one rather damp night of the Fair, among such as were at the cream puffs stand by West End Market were Super Snooper and Blabber Mouse--"but mostly for the coffee," as Blabber was quick to add. But though messy, you just had to admit there were some others, like Mildew Wolf, who couldn't resist the cream puff's lure--as much as swapping diving-related tales galore.

One thing we found amusing about Penelope Pitstop--she can't resist especially open-air markets, and especially West End Marketplace at the Fair. In particular the stands selling Watkins Products ("just to stock up for myself," she remarked, adding a few affectionate remarks about growing up on Watkins spices) and steampunk crafts. Oh yes, and one of those ice cream waffle sandwiches.

Just how many of us couldn't resist those SPAM sandwiches from underneath the Grandstand ramp ... or the wild rice cheeseburgers from the Food Building ... not to mention the Orange Treet with bananas, said to be a favourite of Magilla Gorilla, Peter Potamus, Autocat and The Bungle Brothers, to name but a few?

Wally Gator: "Key line pie on a stick ... now THAT takes the pie for tweaking around an old Floridian favourite of this alligator, don't you know?" (Though Wally G. does acknowledge the lime juice used "is probably a wee bit on the tart side of preference.")

So Shaggy and Scooby are sharing a bucket of Fresh-Cut French Fries ... and along comes Pepper, Dottie, Woofer and Whimper from the Clue Club, who are invited to share along a rather substantial bucket.

Try not to laugh: Loopy De Loop introducing the Cattanooga Cats to poutine tots, and the feline band finding it rather new, but "interesting." As well, "ze good wolf" couldn't help but feel intrigued by the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" enjoying the occasional sort of dive experience in some remote "swimmin' hole" back South, with Loopy relating tales of his own diving escapades with fellow wolves Hokey and Mildew.

Perhaps the most interesting new taste such as Doggie Daddy was bound to share with Augie and Spike with his son Tyke: Dole Whip. (Which is fresh fruits done up in soft-serve manner.) Both, admittedly, looking for "healthier" options to ice cream and frozen custard.

And what more could be said about breakfast at the Hamline Church Dining Hall of ham loaf fame, which our interesting little crew tried out one morning of pancakes with sausage and rather generous on the coffee, free refills even?

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[qqueenofhades]

…mind dropping a hint about the new fic??!

Aha. I am trying not to say TOO much because I am attempting to avoid enabling myself when I don't really have time to work consistently on ONE fic, much less several. (As I said: yes, I know. This has never stopped me before.) Plus, this is a project where the mystery is a key part of figuring out what's going on. But, because I am excited and want to share a few tidbits to hopefully also excite you, here are some details:

The title is 'the unknown and static strange'

It's an AU or is it?

There is a complicated relationship to canon, let's put it that way.

Professor Hob Gadling is an art historian and museum curator with a mysterious past.

Possibly mysterious even to him.

There is a lot of academic nerdery and also an international scavenger hunt.

Also a murder mystery, but not in the usual way.

Who is the King of Dreams figure in these illuminated manuscripts and why does Hob keep finding them?

There are Tropes. Not saying which Tropes, but oh boy, Tropes.

Also, A Twist.

Academic mysteries and intrigue galore.

Does this sound like My Jam, you say? Why, yes. It does.

Stay tuned.

I plan to finish OMM first but yes, I wrote 2k words of chapter 1 yesterday and Thinky Thoughts Were Thunk.