#and here are my Thots on the subject

[blue-jacket-blues]

really really long speculative piece about huxlee industries business practices and what might have happened after gabe and hux were taken into the fog 👇 down here

Certain clone lineages are more susceptible to random mutations than others - the J15L19 model, for instance, was long known to be particularly "glitchy" among Huxlee's internal science board. For reasons that were never quite understood by the scientists responsible for fine-tuning its DNA sequence, clones synthesized using the J15L19 "mix" often displayed signs of psychological instability, no matter how many modifications were made or additional narratives inserted into the subject's memory. J15L19's dominant personality trait, reckless courage, often became more of a liability than an asset. Having a J15L19 on any particular mission often meant shelling out lots and lots of money to replace said J15L19 when the subject's recklessness inevitably got him killed over and over again.

The Dvarka incident was the final nail in the coffin for what had already been a struggling "product line". Hux was methodical in his destruction of all potential communication systems aboard the Caracas III, and by the time the project managers responsible for overseeing the Dvarka colonization mission realized that something had gone wrong, it was far too late to do anything about it. All attempts to reach the crew via satellite communication failed, and the Huxlee investigation teams sent to Dvarka to try and understand what had happened were unable to land on the planet's surface due to atmospheric storms and "a strange black fog" hovering over the Toba Landing site. The investigators were able to remotely hack into the Caracas III's security camera systems and were forced to piece the events together from the little footage they could obtain.

What they observed was this: six crew members lying dead in their bunks, one charred husk in the cabin of a crashed transport vehicle, and two dismembered crew and one deactivated HUX unit lying in pieces in the cloning hub. Extracting weight data from the Caracas III's incinerator strongly suggested, but did not definitively prove, that the four remaining HUX units were incinerated at some point several days before the Caracas III was abandoned. Notably, the one remaining crew member was a J15L19 model, the fourth model sent to participate in this particular mission.

With more time and a full ground investigation, the team might have been able to figure out what actually happened to the Caracas III. But the truth was never uncovered in full. With upper management and Huxlee's shareholders breathing down their necks, the investigation team composed a theoretical incident report that eventually became the accepted version of events to explain the Dvarka incident: the missing J15L19 unit was a poorly-synthesized, psychologically unstable clone subject who had been manufactured at the last minute to replace his similarly defective predecessors.

The narrative was as follows. For reasons unknown, this particular clone went rogue following a complete psychological breakdown. As the team's engineer, J15L19 would have known how to deactivate the four missing HUX units and likely did so in quick succession to eliminate the greatest potential threat to his impending plan. Then, still using his mechanical knowledge to his advantage, he sabotaged Michael's transport vehicle and left him to crash and burn.

J15L19 took advantage of the confusion and grief that followed Michael's "accident". He then sabotaged the life support systems in the middle of the Dvarkan night to try and kill off the entire crew in one fell swoop, only for his plan to be foiled when Dmitri and Sarah survived the attempt. With his plan foiled, it was theorized that J15L19 then took a more direct role in his crewmates' destruction, luring Sarah out into the jungle and butchering her by hand. Dmitri met a similar fate after putting the pieces together, too little too late. Ultimately, J15L19 succeeded in his unknowable mission. After massacreing the entire crew, Huxlee reported that he fled from the Caracas III and ran off into Dvarka's wilderness, where he was presumed to have either died of exposure or by his own hand.

This was the official explanation given for the Dvarka Incident, and while it got the shareholders off Huxlee's back, it failed to satisfy literally anyone else who spent longer than a few minutes reviewing the facts. For instance, no sufficient explanation was ever given for HUX unit 13's presence in the cloning hub on the night of Dmitri's murder. The little footage that made its way out of Huxlee's containment and into conspiracy circles always displayed the unit as it was found: slumped over and fully deactivated beside the empty cloning hub, lying near Dmitri's butchered corpse.

If J15L19 had secretly destroyed all of the other HUX units without drawing suspicion from the other nine members of the crew, why did he fail to incinerate unit 13? The cobots were programmed to work alongside the human crew and defend them from physical threats. Had unit 13 discovered J15L19's plan, it would have followed its programming and immediately stopped him - and as the team's engineer, he would have understood this fact better than anyone else on the Caracas III. Leaving unit 13 alive would have been a very, very stupid decision for someone looking to massacre the rest of the crew. Not exactly the actions of a methodical criminal mastermind, as Huxlee insisted J15L19 was. On the rare occasions where Huxlee Industries actually addressed the Incident, this discrepancy was explained away under the "defective product line" story. J15L19s were psychologically unstable and unfit for production, and the J15L19 responsible for the deaths on Dvarka was so far out of his right mind during his murder spree that understanding his thought process was impossible.

Conspiracies would circulate for decades to follow, long after the J15L19 lineage itself was brought to an end and the final extant units destroyed. The last J15L19 in existence was quietly euthanized by Huxlee Industries lab technicians on April 8, 2326 following the completion of its terraforming mission. His death revitalized interest in the Dvarka Incident and inspired further discussion on the ethics of human labor unit cloning practices - unsurprisingly, human cloning was a highly controversial practice. Despite this, clone labor would not be outlawed on Earth for another 54 years, and certain loopholes in the Constitution on the Rights of Artificial Persons allowed deep-space manufacturing hubs to continue producing clones as late as 2387. The second-to-last clone labor unit produced by humankind died of natural causes in the year 2483.

The last remaining clone labor unit may never get to die a natural death.

[yujateaandpi]

Gravity Falls Thirty More Years AU and Art Masterlist

Here's all the pages of the comic in order plus some of the other GF stuff I've made. I'll keep updating this list to make it easy on y'all.

Edit: I have a new tagging system! All asks will be tagged #thirtymoreyearsau without spaces, and all comics and fic updates will be tagged #thirty more years au with spaces. If you want the whole story together, then you can filter using this tag on my account! Filtered link here.

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Thirty More Years AU Comic:

Page 1

Pages 2 and 3

Page 4

Page 5

Page 6

Page 7

Pages 8 and 9

Page 10

Pages 11 and 12

Pages 13 and 14

Prequel Multiverse Mini Comic

Epistolary Prequel Companion/ Dipper's Diary Entries:

"Dear Mabel, I Miss You"

Answers to Common Questions:

What is the Thirty Years AU?

A Gravity Falls fan story and comic about what would happen if Mabel and Ford both fall into a leftover multiverse rift at the end of summer. They experience a week of silly adventures but return to a world where 30 years have passed and Dipper + co have aged without them. Told as both a comic and a companion fic.

2. How old are the characters?

Answer

3. When does the story take place relative to the show?

Answer

4. Where's Bill?

Answer

5. Where else can I read the comic? Will you distribute it on a site?

Releasing it on my Instagram (but Tumblr gets the pages earlier cause y'all are special). As for releasing it on a site, answer here.

6. How many pages/ how long will the comic approximately be?

Subject to change, but here's my answer for now.

7. How often will you post/ when will you post again?

Here's my answer for now, but if there's delays between posts please don't spam me with questions on when I'll post again. The updates will come when they come and I'm trying to keep this flexible.

8. Is this Drifting Stars AU/ Other Similar AU?

Answer

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Other Fanart

Twin Glare^2

Kitten Sweater

Pines Pines Pines

Happy Birthday Twins

Gravity Falls The Odyssey AU

Sona Shenanigans

Fiddleford to the rescue

mystery trio eizouken

twins in time mini comic

F-fiddlestan…🥺

Stan Pines Mini Character Analysis Essays

Apparently I do this a lot, so collecting them in one place:

Poll thots

Rough and tumble little Stanley

Stan Appreciation

that magic 8 ball man…

off topic Billford thots

off topic Fiddleford thots

off topic Fiddlestan thots

off topic Emma May thots

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part two

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soundtrack: lavender haze - taylor swift pairing: footballer!bradley x popstar!reader synopsis: you and Bradley go on a date. they say the wrong things --or right things-- and surprise each other as they get to know each other better. warnings: language, so much unresolved tension, mentions of character deaths, fluffy heartfelt stuff, but also like sexy stuff 👀 notes: i had so much fun writing this! special shoutout to @gretagerwigsmuse who had to deal with my annoying thots at all hours. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated as always. happy reading! <3

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Subject: Guest Attendance Confirmation From: management@annabels.co.uk

Dear Madam,

Thank you for confirming your information regarding your upcoming visit to Annabel’s.

It is our pleasure to host you for your dinner reservation on the 23rd of March, 2023, as a guest of our member Mr. Bradley Bradshaw. We hope that you have a wonderful experience dining and entertaining at the Club with us.

In order to ensure your positive and memorable experience with us, we kindly ask all members and guests to be aware of a few key rules of the Club:

DRESS CODE. We encourage individuality and style in your smart attire. After 6PM, gentlemen are required to wear jackets. Read the full dress code guidelines here.

PHONE & PHOTOGRAPHY. As a Private Members’ Club, we kindly ask Members and Guests to refrain from taking photographs within the Club’s premises. Posting content to your social media from your visit to the Club is not permitted. Phones must be kept on silent at all times and are only permitted for use in limited areas of the Club.

For guidance, read the Rules & Bylaws of the Club here.

If you require further information or assistance, please do not hesitate to reach out through this email address or by phone at +44 20 7946 0011.

Thank you and see you soon.

Best wishes, Maude Adams Floor Manager.

***

You’re not sure why you’re bracing for something to go wrong.

The restaurant is rife with opulence, with rich chartreuse and bronze walls and Japanese-style paintings over classic British architecture. Bradley booked a little corner booth just off the fireplace, the privacy still granting a nice view of the grandiose bar across the room. He pulled up your chair and told you that you look beautiful—a good three or four times, and it feels just as genuine as the first. With your show and his training the next day, you both had to pass on the booze and settle with some green tea to go with your food. Conversation flows effortlessly, exploring easy topics like your shared love of old movies, the Venn diagram of your music tastes, the novelty of the sport that he plays…

“Okay, but how did you get into soccer—I mean, football?” You smile sheepishly as you correct yourself. “Sorry. Wouldn’t wanna get maimed to death by the locals.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” And then he takes a deep breath as his finger toys with the condensation on the side of his glass. “It’s… uh, my dad, actually. He bought me a soccer ball for Christmas when I was like 2 and… it’s most of the memories I had with him, playing kickabout in the backyard.”

“Oh?”

He smiles—diplomatically, all things considered. “He died when I was 4.”

Your face falls. Fuck. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry…”

“Nah, don’t be. It was a long time ago. And I feel like he’s with me every time I step on the pitch.” Bradley nods, ever so reassuring. He’s had enough ‘I’m sorry’s’ for every time his dad comes up in conversation, and he doesn’t want you to feel obliged to do the same.

“But hey, I think it’s wonderful… that he’s right there in spirit with you every game.” You smile back, trying to save this slip-up in conversation. “And I bet your mom’s really proud of you, right?”

To his own surprise, he chuckles. It really is true that tragedy plus time equals comedy. “I mean, I like to think so.” He notices your questioning look, and realizes he needs to let you in on the joke too. “My mom died when I was 17. Cancer. I moved out here and lived with my godfather. Got scouted for Arsenal.”

And there it is.

You’ve been so worried about all the external factors going wrong, that you didn’t consider that the faulty one might be you. 

The clinks of plates and cutleries suddenly become so loud. The subtle piano playing over the speakers sound garbled, like you’re underwater. And the salmon sashimi in your mouth tastes like lead now. How the fuck does lightning manage to strike twice?! 

“I’m sorry, I…” and now you can’t even muster up a proper apology, because what do you even say?! The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a lame excuse, “I… thought it was a good idea not to Google you.”

His heart catches at the sight of you, all wide-eyed and dumbstruck. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you, but he thinks he might have just fallen in love with you there. Foot in mouth and all.

But you… you think you must’ve looked so stupid right now. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“No, no, no. It’s alright!” Bradley quickly interjects, that twinkle of amusement in his eyes still lingers. “I appreciate it, actually. I’ll take awkward moments with you over anything else you can Google about me.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Of course. I mean… it’s not like you killed them, did you?”

There’s a split second of silence, when you meet his playful gaze, and his mouth pulls into a grin over your petrified look, and then… the tension simply melts away in a sigh of tentative laughs. The garbled underwater music has come up to the surface, the dining noises dissipates, and everything turns back to normal… ish.

“Anyway, what about yourself? How did you get into… all of this?”

“Oh, it’s all I’ve ever known, really. Pretty sure I sang before I knew how to talk. I was always pestering my mom about ballet and piano lessons and living room concerts… I was that kid, you know?”

The image makes him smile, and it sends butterflies to your stomach. “Your mom must’ve been thrilled.”

“Eh.” You shrug flippantly, and that non-answer is enough of an answer for Bradley. “But she knew I was stubborn as hell, and she’s better off letting me tire myself out than trying to stop me, so…”

“But you didn’t.”

You shake your head. “By 5, I was on Broadway—”

His jaw falls open, and he looks at you like grew a new head. “I’m sorry. Five years old?”

You raise your hand in defense, not wanting to oversell yourself. “To be fair, though, it was mostly luck. My mom was working in the theater company and they needed a kid, so I volunteered to stand in—I mean, naturally,” you roll your eyes at yourself, “And they liked me. So they put me on. But I didn’t have to do anything but pretend to be asleep while the adult cast carried me around.”

“Still. That’s more than most people can say. You continued doing it afterwards, right?”

“Mm-hm. Stage, commercials, TV, the occasional movies… anything I could get my hands on.”

Bradley studies you with this look of awe—not an unusual reaction, he’s sure; it’s a pretty impressive feat. But he also catches a lost sense of melancholy in the way you say it, and he can’t help but ask, “Did you have a childhood at all?”

And your heart catches. That’s something nobody ever asked you before… “What do you mean?”

He pauses, realizing he may have inadvertently touched on a sensitive subject with this line of questioning. So he tries again more carefully. “I just meant… you’ve been working most of your life. Did you ever just get to be a kid?”

“I…” you trail off, considering your answer. You want to say yes, of course you did, but the little sting in your throat makes you question yourself: did you?

And with the soft look in his eyes, you know he knows the real answer to that. Both of you do.

It’s alarming how disarming he can be, and you would hate it… except you don’t. At least not enough to make you run off. “I guess, being in that kind of environment, I didn’t really know how to be a kid…? If that makes any sense.”

Bradley nods, understanding. He’s not entirely sure how to respond, but he wants to be empathetic.

“I went to school and made friends for a while, but…” Normally this would be an uphill point in your story, but tonight… this part is tinged with distant sorrow. “I got a record deal when I was 15, and suddenly I was living in LA and working in the studio or going on tours and… I just wasn’t a kid anymore.”

It breaks his heart, the thought of a childhood lost on you like that. “Wow. You really have lived a life, haven’t you?” He can’t resist but reaches out for your hand. 

The touch makes your heart catch, and it feels overwhelming. It feels like you’re gonna burst, so you chicken out with a lame joke. “Haven’t slept in 22 years.”

Bradley can’t help but smile at that, squeezing your hand three times in comfort. And just like that, the bubble bursts and the world continues on its axis once again. He finishes his last slice of tuna tataki and washes it down with his konacha.

“You know, for how much you’ve done since you started out, I thought you’d be more… Hollywood.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Hollywood?”

“Okay, that came out wrong,” he admits bashfully. “I just… you’re very down-to-earth. And real. I guess I expected more, like, an attitude?”

“Oh? I can have an attitude…” you smirk coyly over your tea, “...if you can handle it.”

Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of him. It’s insane how easily you switch from being sweet and vulnerable, to flirty and borderline devilish. But he wasn’t born yesterday, and he knows he’s well-equipped to handle this back-and-forth.

“I think you’d be surprised by what I can handle.”

Oh, here comes the fun part. “Is that right?”

He nods, leaning into you a little bit from across the table. “I think you’d find a lot about me surprising.”

If the whiff of his Tom Ford Black Orchid catches you off-guard, you don’t show it. Instead, you mirror his body language, propping your chin on your knuckles for good measure. “Like what?”

God, he really wants to kiss you… but it’s way too soon, and he doesn’t know how you feel about public displays of affection. “Like… I’m a pretty decent cook. And I like reading.”

“An athlete who can read? My, my…” you smirk teasingly.

Bradley laughs. He walked right into that one. But he’s not ready to admit defeat yet. Instead, he makes use of that bedroom voice girls like so much to push the point further. “That’s right. I know how to use the washing machine, too.”

You bite your lower lip and sigh, shuddering a little from his low rasp but definitely playing up the dramatics. “You do? Mmh…” 

Jesus. If that’s you faking it, he can’t wait to make you all wet and needy for real. “And you wanna know the best part?”

You meet his gaze, and for a moment, the lustful tension is real. “Yeah?”

He leans in just a little closer, head tilting as if he’s moving in for a kiss. Maybe if he throws it out there… “I can put together Ikea furniture.” 

You throw your head back and feigns a quiet but dramatic moan for your one-man audience. “Oh my gosh, I think I just came in my pants a little.”

Fuck. He really wants to make you come now. With his fingers, his tongue, his cock—

Your gaze drops to his mouth, the stupid 80’s pornstache you’ve never been into before this, the soft inviting lips underneath. The ball is in your court now, and you know he would kiss you earnestly if you close the distance…

But you burst out laughing instead. Bradley releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, although your bright laughter doesn’t deter him from thinking dirty thoughts about you. If anything, it just makes you ten times hotter in his eyes.

“Well played. That was a good one,” Bradley concedes, his face turning just a little bit pink.

“We should probably stop before the staff kicks us out for having too much fun,” you lean back into your seat, looking around the restaurant, making sure no one is listening. Squeezing his hand three times as the next course arrives… not entirely putting the kiss off of the table either.

Bradley recommends the vanilla mille crepe to close the meal, and you come up with the idea of sharing a slice. The dessert arrives, a lush little golden brown thing with thin layers of cream in between, so simple and so intricate at the same time. He lets you take the first bite—insists upon it, actually. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.

That, and he wants to watch your face twist in pleasure again. Eyes fluttering closed, chest falling in a sigh, lips parted ever so slightly... God, he can’t wait to be the one responsible for it.

“Amazing, right?” He beams at you, very pleased with himself.

“Mm, it truly is,” you hum in agreement, watching him take a bite. It gives you a naughty idea… “It’s so amazing, I might just hijack this whole thing.” You jokingly pull the plate a little closer to you.

Bradley playfully holds the plate back, looking faux offended. “Hey! Come on. You know I’m a little bit stronger than you, right?”

“Please. That’s never stopped me before.” 

“Really?”

“I have my ways…” your finger reaches out just enough to touch his, just slightly.

Between that and your eyes darkening in mischief, Bradley fights hard not to turn into goo under your slightest touch. He bites the inside of his cheek to contain himself. “You’re really making me earn this, aren’t you?”

“Why? Girls never gave you a hard time before, Mr. Big Time Football Man?”

He laughs. “No. But you’re probably the only one giving me this hard a time for a bite of dessert.”

“Is that all we’re playing for? A bite of dessert?” you smirk, egging him on.

“What else do you think we’re playing for here?” He takes a second bite, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

You take another bite and lick the cream off of your fork. “I don’t know. A bite of… something else?”

Ah. So we are interested. Bradley is unfazed as he gently warns you, “Careful. I might take you up on that.”

“Good. I was hoping you would.”

The tension rises as reality sinks in. You both want to fuck, and looking at the trajectory of the evening, there’s a good chance you will. And it sobers you the hell up, pulling you both straighter in your seats. Sharing the slice of cake in quiet civility. Keeping a completely respectable distance, as if worried you don’t trust yourself not to climb over the table and kiss him senseless. 

But the game… oh, the game is on.

“I don’t know about you, but… I was thinking maybe a few bites, though.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, yeah. I intend to explore every part of this… dessert.”

You stop chewing for a moment. There’s something so hot about how he says it so casually. “That’s… very optimistic of you.”

“Not optimistic enough to decide if kissing you out here was a good idea,” he admits sheepishly.

“Why is that?”

Bradley shrugs. “Just a hunch.”

He’s right, of course. He didn’t choose an ultra-exclusive, members-only establishment with a no-phone policy just for kicks. He sees the security detail that follows you around, lurking at a safe distance—from back at the club. And tonight, you’re traveling light with just two bodyguards, each strategically posted near you and the exit, but it’s still more than he’s ever encountered. There’s no way you would risk a first kiss in public, no matter how discreet the place is. No matter how much you like him.

And you like him a whole lot.

“Tell you what…” you put the fork down as quietly as you can. This is the moment of truth. “I’ll let you kiss me all you want back at my hotel, hm?”

Bradley’s eyes light up instantly. He takes a moment, not so much to consider his options, but to process what’s about to happen. “I would like that very much, yes.”

“Alright, then. Shall we?” you smile brightly, flagging the waiter for the check.

“Uh, yeah. Totally. We shall,” he stammers a little, recovering fast enough to snatch the check and slips his credit card in the tab. Barely addressing the waiter as they walk back to the till.

It all happens so fast, and you whine in complaint. “Oh, come on!”

“What, was I supposed to let you pay or something?”

“You were supposed to let me pretend to fight for it, at least…” you huff.

He smiles in amusement. You are so adorable, it makes his heart fucking swell. “Okay. Next time I’ll let you pretend. I’ll even give you a little pushback for good measure, how about that?”

“Perfect.”

“Now, let’s go back to your hotel and… I don’t know, pretend you have to try really hard to resist my charms.”

“Yeah, okay.” You chuckle in agreement. This is really happening. Wow. And just as the excitement sets in, another point of concern pops up in your head, like a really annoying notification. “Did you drive here or…?”

He nods. “You wanna take my car?”

“No, I got a car waiting for me…” you smile apologetically, glancing at her bodyguard. There’s no way they’re gonna let you jump into some guy’s car. “And there’s gonna be paps out front…” Here comes the tricky part. “Would you… mind if we… go separately and meet up at my hotel?”

Oh. Bradley’s face falls a little upon realizing that he can’t just walk out the door with you. He sees how this works. You don’t want the media to jump on this first date, and it’s actually a smart move. Besides, what’s a few more minutes to a whole night of complete privacy? “Sure, no problem.”

You nod tentatively. Well, that was surprisingly easy… “And just to be clear, this has nothing to do with you. It’s just… this whole thing can be a circus, and I don’t want you to deal with anything you didn’t sign up for.”

He smiles at you. Bless you for being so thoughtful, but it does make him wonder if other people have had trouble with it. But maybe that’s a question for another time. “Hey, I totally understand. We’ll just meet up at the hotel and leave it at that.”

“I’ll text you, okay?”

You squeeze his hand gently before you get up, making your way out of the restaurant. Powering through the camera flashes as soon as you walk out of the front door. Giddy because you know something these vultures don’t.

Meanwhile, Bradley sits. Waits. For one minute, and two, and three. Looking at people walking in and out, wondering how inconspicuous he would be if he walks out now.

And then…

His phone buzzes.

[sofasoap]

Sofasoap's Call of Duty Fic Rec

Always wanted to make a list of my very subjective CoD fic rec list, and also I promised my good buddy @groguspicklejar ( famous author of Beloved series) a list of fic recs, let me list some of my beautiful mutual's and some amazing writers and artists so they can go binge read.

Edit : I'll keep adding artist/writers on as I go. When my brain cells is functioning.

@saltofmercury -Let's start off with the mother of my Mini MacTavish. The one who made me fell in love and hit the nail in the coffin for CoD fandom.

If you are into König, her " Break-in" series is a must read. check out her Soap fics too :) Masterlist

@floral-force - My bestie! delicious Simon/Ghost fics.

American Hospitality is my favourite. Or honeypot is guarantee making you crave for more :)

Check out their Mando fics too :)

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world - You want slow burn? check out lovely Bear's "The Roommate Series". Wonderful progression of relationship between Simon and his room mate. Your Friendly Neighbor Soap and Shy reader, OH SO CUTE.

@deadbranch - Spy and Cold war style fics? You are in the right place. The killing moon and Dying sun series. Gut wrenching.

or check out the light hearted None Taken ( personal favourite!), threesome fics? Goth style Reader? Check out their MASTERLIST for full list of goodies.

@brewed-pangolin The president of "Soap Squad" club.

Fireside Whiskey - personal favourite. Soft and thoughtful Soap is just heaven. Kati's page is full of wonderful Soap deliciousness. check it out if you want some Soap fun.

@writeforfandoms  - Jen jen jen jen jen. Multifandom talent. AU Prodigy. But let's focus on the CoD here, Puppy Love - Price and puppy? can't go wrong with that. Born for Greatness and Howlin' For You Shifter!AU is my latest obsession here.

@random-thot-generator - Kris, The princess of Thotland and Thotlandia. Their latest work: A Patient Man - had me all hot and bothered. Sweet sweet Rudy. OH how can you be so sexy.

@jynxmirage, Jynx!!!! the one I blame for falling into Top Gun fandom. but that's not the point :P

Communication is Key - my current obsession :) Soft caring Price, oh give me this Captain price any day...

@as-is-above-so-below  - Oh Gezez, Simon X OC ( Freya ) fic The Captain is utterly brilliant. Angst, suspension, Thirst, smut... you name it, you get it.

@roosterr - my Fellow Nikolai fanatic, check out her "guardian angel"

series, action action action and of course, love story :)

@siilvan - another one of my fellow Nikolai fanatic, Aqua Regia

series , Nikolai the flirt, sexy flirt , complete with smut * smirk *

@homicidal-slvt - How can I forget the spark to my Lastochka series?

and one of my biggest supporter.

Check out their creative CoD Headcanons and full list of CoD works that will guarantee satisfaction.

@nrdmssgs - to round off my Nikolai fanatic club , and also brilliant artist, A heart full of pity series is one of my latest obsession featuring good old Nikolai.

@captainpriceslover - my crack fic inspo buddy ( miss you a lot!!!). the one gifted me ideas of Soap dispensers lol.

aiaigasa (相合傘) - featuring our TF141 sweet boy, Gaz, had my heart melting.

@starstruckmiraclekitty  - You want H/C and scenarios? * falling out of the bag * here is the place to go. :)

@random0lover - you want soft fluffy Soap? Hot Chocolate & Hoodies, you want angsty type of story? Open Wounds and War Paint

you get all with Kat!!!

@lethalchiralium , how can I forget Keri! ( I knew I forgot someone.. argh )

The Happiness series, don’t let the title fool ya (well it does bring you happiness reading such talented writing) this story is like washing machine, throws your emotions all over the place, let you grip onto your chair, wanting more.

@mistydeyes so many awesome stories to choose from! My current favourite is "choose your flowers, carefully" Good old Gaz x reader story, and one of my favourite trope - childhood to lovers 🥺 please go check it out!

Now , Some brilliant artists:

@shkretart - This utterly utterly talented person, Price and Nikolai and Simon, will have your nose bleeding within 0.1 seconds.

@ave661 - out of this world 3Drenders always have my eyes popping out of the socket.

@nrdmssgs - mentioned once, should mention again, beautiful art :)

@wombywoo - TF141 boys in their dress uniform? YES PLEASE.

@namedlunagoddess - another 3Drender goddess. OH CHECK OUT HER Sowa Team fic if you are into Gromsko, its HOT SMUTTY DELICIOUS FIC.

@hffhifjou - You want rugby boys? You get rugby boys :) and football. and all sort of deliciousness :)

I am sorry If I miss out anyone. after 13+ hours at work I am exhausted.

[runawaydr3amerao3]

🎙️Idling In the Impala and 🌈 @supergaysupernatural

It's time for a new episode of the @idlingintheimpalapodcast with Kasey and Sandra! 🥳 This week they have an interview with the hilarious, lovely, talented AJ aka @supergaysupernatural aka Imagination_creation over on AO3.

AJ's writing (primarily Sam/Dean and John/Dean) isn't for the faint of heart (nor are some of the subjects covered in this episode! 🤭), but I thoroughly recommend checking it out—just heed those tags, people!

Along with her fic writing, the interview covers subjects like: how personal experience can soften your views of conflicting characters; getting caught writing gay incest porn in your highschool science class; and how seeing yourself reflected in a show like Supernatural can make feeling isolated a little less lonely.

But like all Idling episodes, there is so much ground to cover and never enough time! AJ is thoughtful, funny, and intriguing, and it was so nice hearing another Aussie accent on the podcast. I'm rapt we finally got to listen to S&K pick her brain. I always knew it would be an interesting landscape. 👏😁

Listen Now: 🔴 YouTube 🟢 Spotify

You can also check out the Tumblr post for episode timestamps if you want to tune in to something in particular:

Oh, and here's a puzzle for you. We couldn't quite decide on a word in the Idling In the Impala discord server, but what do you call someone who's not quite a John-sympathiser and not quite a John-apologist? I liked John-thot, personally. 😏 I mean, AJ will fight you for him regardless of her own feelings, but a label might still help. 🙃

Don't forget that likes, comments, and subscriptions on YouTube and Spotify are super helpful for the podcast in battling the algorithms. They also support Kasey @sam-is-my-safe-word and Sandra @talltalesandbedtimestories to continue bringing us this excellent content, and content creators keep the fandom turning, so let's show them all the love we can! 🫶🥰

[sweatandwoe]

I (and I'm sure a lot of us) would go feral if you wrote original monster content. I'm talking climbing the walls, screeching, hissing, bite bite biting feral. I wanna smooch the cryptids. The gonsts. The lil funky guys in the gloom under the moon. Please. One day. I loaf you sweaty for that thot alone

🩷

why not, let's do a little test run

MDNI - Lich x GN!Reader. Reader getting overstimulated, Skull Fucking (not in it's original context), Necrophilia maybe? Idk he's a lich and consenting, Oral Reader receiving, Fingering Reader recieving, Boning (this is linked to the fingering). Dacryphilia mention at the end.

-

"You can do it, my dear. What's one more little death?"

One more might actually lead to your actual death. But your lover was always so very thorough in his work, and you were never one to complain about helping him research. Well, not usually.

But now there are tears in your eyes, and you're starting to ache. It was bordering on painful now. "I don't know if I can."

The man, if he could still be considered that, peers up at you. Eyes a cold flame, ice blue lights dancing in wide, black sockets. His head is solid bone, a skull staring up at you. Long fingers, notched and thin, pause inside of you.

"Oh?" The skull leans forward, jaw moving. The little muscle left along the bone helped to stretch it out and let a shadowy tendril slip out; the ghost of a tongue. It hovers there, curling and flicking like smoke though it was far weightier than that. You knew from experience, and you can hear a chuckle when your legs tremble. "Would you like to make good on that assessment?"

Fuck. The tendril moves up, flicking along your sex while his fingers continue moving, searching and pressing inside you. He's determined and you can only grasp one hand onto his shoulder, gripping his robe, while the other roams over chilled bone. His true name spills from your lips, forbidden and complex but your tears are starting to slide down, warm and fat along your cheeks.

He doesn't let up. The ghost of the tongue does not mean he can't speak, even if it's busy. The lich's eyes light up with each word and let each of the following sentences hang in the air before sinking into your skin. "Such a good assistant for me. Helping me explore all kinds of death. How many ways we can achieve this one, the little death before it breaks you?" There's a pause, before he crooks his fingers, pressing them against that one spot to make you keen out. He chuckles, warm and full of delight while his gaze rakes over your body. With a single movement, he's pressing forward his skull right against you, letting the cold bone hit your inner thighs. "I think after this one it will be five? Is that correct, dearest one?"

You're panting. Nails dig into bone while your teeth dig into your lower lip. "That's c-correct, Gar-"

"I think that will be enough for today then. Just one more, my dear." He doesn't wait. The tendril is no longer flicking against your sex, but rather engulfing it. Sucking and licking, it feels wet and warm, a wonderful contrast to the coldness of his natural form. His magic was always so warm.

Tears continue to leak, you're so tired, but you can give him one more. One more and you will be done. He will treat you so well if you give him one more. You force yourself to relax, to let his ministrations guide you through, but you're cumming with a sob and grind of your hips against his head.

He's nothing but praise, sliding his fingers out once your orgasm ends. "So wonderful to see. Such a good test subject." The tendrils from his mouth descend back in, but not before letting it roll over your thighs like a final caress or a soft kiss. He stays between your legs, gently rubbing over them with too-thin and rough fingers. Bones pet your flesh, and you don't mind it.

Finally, he lifts himself up, to stand and get you a glass of water that he had kept nearby. He dips the cup himself, and you know there is no option here but to drink. Heavy mouthfuls are quick to come as you realize your thirst. When he pulls away, turning to set it down, your fingers run along his robes. "Thank you."

The lich chuckles, thin arms wrapping around your body, until he can settle behind you. Having you lay over him, the robe helping to smooth out all the hard lines of his body. "I should be thanking you, my dear. I've learned so much." He shifts beneath you slightly. "Was it too much?"

You consider the fact that you just had the equivalent of a talking skeleton eat you out and finger you open until you wept. Surprisingly, no. "It wasn't that bad. Just got too..."

"Overstimulated?" You nod and he hums. "Perhaps next time, we can have some longer breaks in between. That may help with preventing some tears."

You gaze at him, meeting the blue flames of his eyes head-on. "But you like the tears."

His hand dips, feeling along your waist and then your stomach. He can't grin anymore, but you could sense it in the next few words. "Perhaps I should keep going then?" Boney fingers dip lower, following the line of your hip, hovering over your sex once again. "If you have no objections, of course, my dear."

You pause, thinking. "One minute break? And then you can get another one."

His teeth press on the crown of your head, the whisper of a kiss he couldn't give. "Of course, my dear."

You smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his jaw. "Thanks, Garbear."

Gary sighs, no air pressing through the slightly parted teeth. "You're going down to thirty seconds now, brat."

"You shouldn't have let a human pick your casual name."

"Twenty."

You had an odd feeling it would be a long, but enjoyable night.

-

Thank you to @golden-rats for the name of the Lich

[buckets-and-trees]

Field Guide to Forestry

Here's the official guide to who I am, what you'll find around here, and the guidelines for being a good visitor to the forest...

UPDATED DECEMBER 2024

CHIEF FORESTER: ASPEN Elder Millennial/deep 30s, she/her

THINGS ASPEN KNOWS WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT Trader Joe's, Disney Parks, the Great British Bake Off, CBS Survivor, Houseplants

IN THIS FIELD GUIDE YOU WILL FIND:

↠ Maps & Masterlists: my writing ↠ Forest Rules & Regulations: my guidelines and boundaries ↠ Visitors to the Forest: my approach to asks, requests, and tagging ↠ Upcoming Expeditions: projects I'm working on ↠ Tree Classification: my current tags ↠ Tales of the Teller: more about me and my writing

↠ THE FOREST OF FICS latest & greatest, challenges and events I've done, links to my specific fandom areas

↠ Bucky Barnes Boreal Forest ↠ Steve Rogers Streamside ↠ Orchard of Other Marvel Characters ↠ Sebastian Stan Savanna ↠ Chris Evans Coppice

↠ I do not interact with minors. It's not safe for anyone under 18 in these woods, and I'm honestly more comfortable knowing folks are over 21 because of the nature of things around here.

↠ I do not consent to having my works translated or posted to other platforms. If I wanted to, I would.

↠ I will block at my own discretion. This is my forest, and I set the boundaries. Underage? Blocked. Pornbot pigeon? Blocked. Bigotted? Blocked. Rude? Blocked. Comments of only "more" or "part two" etc? Blocked. Just be a reasonable human over the age of 18, and you'll be free to roam the woods.

↠ ASKS Always open. I adore asks! Send thoughts, thots, questions, gifs, pics... Asks are NEVER a bother and you can ask about anything - questions about my existing works, stuff I'm working on, fandom things, my life... I'll answer within reason (no spoilers, I'm semi-open about my life but do keep some things private, etc). FULL DISCLOSURE: I'm not always prompt with answering them. Some have inspired fic or drabble ideas, and sometimes that writing goes fast, sometimes it goes slow, and there are a few that are sitting in my box that are "future" parts of current WIPs. But the hope is to always get to everything eventually.

↠ REQUESTS The only thing I'm actively entertaining requests for is my Cedar Trees Royal AU collection - but even these will be fulfilled subjectively and only as I have time and muse cooperation. Periodically I may host a request fest (as I did for my 300 follower celebration or for other occasions in the future).

↠ TAGLIST At the forest of fandom is exceedingly vast, I do not maintaining an official taglist. HOWEVER, you can follow @buckets-and-stories and turn on notifications to know when I post new writing. On this secondary blog, I reblog ONLY the initial posting of my stories (and not the reblogs).

↠ ASPEN'S 2025 BIRTHDAY BASH: 9 works to countdown to turning 39 ↠ BUCKY BOY BINGO 2025: 25 prompts from January 15-July 13th ↠ THE GREAT BUCKY BAKE OFF: a Bucky x Reader episodic story with a Great British Bake Off format (coming fall 2025) ↠ ASPEN'S HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA 2025: eight days of fics followed by one day of many, many fics (coming December 2025)

↠ FOREST NAVIGATION: field guide, masterlists, story collections ↠ AN ASPEN THING: when I post something more to do with me than anything fandom ↠ ASPEN MILESTONES: ONLY YOU CAN CREATE THESE FOREST FIRES ↠ ASKpen: responses to things from my ask box ↠ ASPEN IS WRITING: any commentary, sneak peaks, progress posts ↠ ASPEN WROTE SOMETHING: new writing post (fic, drabble, chapter) ↠ WRITER COMMENTARY: commentary either as a response to an ask or in a reblog ↠ OMG REBLOGGED THANK YOU: responding to or thanking people for reblogging my fics ↠ READING: my reblogs of other people's fics ↠ MY MOOTS: flailing about or responding to one of my mutual friends

↠ HISTORY OF ASPEN I grew up in a family that was steeped in all things stories: grandparents, aunts and uncles always telling stories at family gatherings; parents read to me before bed; watching too many movies and cartoons; staying up way past my bedtime trying to sneakily keep the light on to read and read and read; playing elaborate imagination games after school with my best friends (house, princesses, orphans, dance coaches, etc). I wrote my first story in my eighth grade English class where one day in the computer lab we were assigned to write a mystery that was at least one page. I loved it. My teacher said it was good...

That summer our family moved - mere days before I started my freshman year of high school - so that fall before I made friend friends, I read a lot and I started writing. I was desperate for the next Harry Potter book to come out, so I started writing my own... the next year I learned about fan fiction on the internet and that it was a thing. I was drawn into Lord of the Rings fanfic, then I wrote a Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic, and then I went back to Harry Potter and actively wrote in that fandom for around six years.

In college I majored in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing because while I was writing fan fiction, I was also occasionally dabbling with original fiction... the dream was to be a famous writer.

↠ WHY BUCKETS-AND-TREES Buckets because I thought I'd be writing almost exclusively Bucky and Trees because Aspen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

↠ ASPEN NOW In summer of 2022 I aggressively reclaimed HAVING hobbies in an effort to re-establish Aspen having a life outside of work. I love my career and I've worked incredibly hard to establish myself in the professional world, but... I needed to be more than just my work again.

So, again I write.

Throughout 2023 I started venturing out and participated in A LOT of challenges, which was so much fun in pushing my creative boat out into new waters. In 2024 I wrote nearly 300k and explored many tropes and themes that stretched what I thought I was capable of. So now with few to no excuses left, in 2025 I plan to DO THE DAMN THING and write a novel. I've always intended to, and I've got about five solid ideas I've been stewing on for years, but 2025 will be the year. ↠ MY WORK Primarily I'm writing MCU fan fiction - typically Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers; I have written some pieces with Sam, Natasha, Matt Murdock, Namor, and Wanda; I have some ideas for Thor, Carol, and M'Baku that I may or may not ever get around to. I've written for a slew of Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters and that's mostly where my muse lives.

I write a range of fluff, smut, soft-dark and dark. Nearly all of my work has mature elements whether that's stronger language, sexual situations, or mature themes. HEED THE WARNINGS FOR EACH WORK AND DO NOT READ IT IF IT'S SOMETHING YOU DON'T LIKE. If I miss tagging something properly in the content warnings, please send me a message or an anonymous ask and let me know.

Nearly all of my stories feature a reader insert. Reader is typically female, but when the reader is gender neutral I will designate accordingly! Striving to write an inclusive reader as much as possible, but if I stumble, please send me a message or an anonymous ask and let me know how I can grow.

[suusoh]

Your post regarding Johan and Anna being a yandere for one darling intrigued me so much and I just wanna know what you think would happen if, say, their darling prefers one twin over the other? For instance, the darling prefers Anna over Johan, and vice versa. I personally think that if the darling prefers Anna, then Johan would sorta emulate himself to be a bit more like his twin sister (and I imagine him having an identity crisis low-key 😭) — what are your thots?

my friend do you WANT him to break down??? His whole source of trauma is having their mother pick between them 😭😭😭. This would absolutely not end well for all parties involved. But I do understand the angst factor. Let's say darling prefers women, he may just have to pull the wig out (jk jk). If this was Pre-Rurenheim, he'd have no problems playing dress up for you. He doesn't have his own identity so he doesn't really care. You like Nina? Well you're just in luck now you'll have another her. They're the same person anyways. But if this was post monster I don't think he can subject himself to that same trauma again of living his whole life as his sister's alternate/being just one half of a person. If you prefer Johan on the other hand, I think Nina would be more understanding about it. Even if she was also yandere in this scenario. She thinks her brother deserves nicer things now (you). She doesn't mind taking a back seat for now since she was able to live a good life in fairness to him. She was actually able to have a nice foster family and some friends. So she'll support it. As long as you don't forget she's here too! Her brother can't have all the fun of course.

yandere ANNA on the other hand (i'm so sorry. if this is confusing ToT Nina and Anna are different. Anna is if nina was the "monster" instead of johan ), would feel slightly upset and jealous and might even find you picking between them redundant. She's practically the same as Johan or even better, what does he have that she doesn't? This is dumb. Either don't pick between them or pick her if you had to. Their mother obviously picked her to give away, they picked her to prod and experiment on, so why can't you pick her this time? Proceeds to guilt trip you. to summarize: picking favourites between yandere johan and nina? Therapy needed picking favourites between yandere johan and anna? World War 3.

[myownwholewildworld]

get to know your moots!

hey hi hellooo! thank you so much for the tags @yxtkiwiyxt & @joelmillerisapunk, you lovely people 🥰 loved reading yours!

what's the origin of your blog title?: honestly, i can't remember 🥲 been using it over a decade now and i fear it's not even gramatically correct lol but cba to change it...

favorite fandoms: the PP fandom, obvs. at least the one i brain rot over the most. have also been head over heels for norman reedus - istg i still have a real size poster of him somewhere in my wardrobe.

OTP(s) + shipname: if you go far back enough in my blog, you'll see i was a diehard olicity defender (from the cw's arrow). i also shipped (as a parent/child relationship) bethyl (from twd).

favorite color: used to be red, now leaning towards green.

favorite game: league of legends (my undoing) and the sims 4. sometimes stardew valley.

song stuck in your head: the road to dundee - the corries (currently giving me The Thots™)

weirdest habit/trait?: been thinking real hard about this one, i can't think of one, how boringgg

hobbies: writing, listening to music 24/7, being a potato.

if you work, what's your profession?: senior analytical chemist.

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?: a vet. but i'd spend my days and nights crying over strangers' pets.

something you're good at: arguing. you should see me at work lmao

something you're bad at: paying attention 😅 i blame my adhd for that.

something you love: i love the sense of community we all have cultivated here.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: so many things, but my special interest is scottish history. catch me on a good day and i'll explain in detail why mel gibson's "brave heart" is the worst fucking movie of all times.

something you hate: hypocrisy.

something you collect: a lot of shit, honestly. i collect merch from different fandoms (twd, hp, star wars, lotr, disney...)

something you forget: if i've locked my car. even when i'm sure i've locked it 10 times in a row, i'll still go back and double check.

what's your love language?: huh? what's that? if i had to choose, i'd say acts of service.

favorite movie/show: uh-oh... uhmm... that's so difficult. i'll say outlaw king and the lion king, but i have a hundred.

favorite food: burnt cheesecake. and i'm lactose intolerant 😭

favorite animal: horses!

are you musical?: oh yeah...

what were you like as a child?: a crybaby. now i am an angry crybaby, but a crybaby nonetheless.

favorite subject at school?: natural sciences.

least favorite subject?: maths.

what's your best character trait?: i'd say that i like to help people as much as i can, even when it's detrimental to myself sometimes.

what's your worst character trait?: i guess i'm my harshest critic. oh, and the impending doom social anxiety brings upon me (anyone else thinks everyone hates them? yea, welcome, please, come in)

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: a specific coworker. being a woman in science sucks sometimes...

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: assuming we are talking famous people, robert the bruce and rosalind franklin.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): i recently compiled a list of my fav 2024 fics that you can read here!

npt (and sorry if you've already done it!): @iknowisoundcrazy @gothcsz @almostfoxglove @baronessvonglitter @inept-the-magnificent @whoaitspascal87 @heartpatch

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

✨get to know your moots✨

thank you for tagging me, lovelies: @itwasntimethatdidit40 @ace-turned-confused @thundermartini @toomanystoriessolittletime 💛

what's the origin of your blog title? blog name: the tumblr name generator made the most perfect name shortly after me getting my adhd diagnosis. blog title: a line from love you like a love song by Selina Gomez, catch me changing it again soon-ish when I find another good line

favorite fandoms: fandoms as in 'including most of the body of work by a person': Pedro Pascal for sure, Jake Gyllenhaal, too, especially here on tumblr and fairly new Aidan Gillen; fandom as in 'normal' (lol): lotr

OTP(s) + ship name? I'm really bad with ships 😅 if they give me a ship I like I'll stick with it: Joel+Tess(+reader aka me), Dave+Carol(+reader aka me), Marcus A.+Lucilla(+reader aka me)

favorite color: they are all cool as long as it's not brown, sorry not sorry brown

favorite game: DnD (I'm not a gamer, unfortunately, I'd be hyperfixating and lose touch with reality 😭)

song stuck in your head? Go Girl by Pitbull (don't ask)

weirdest habit/trait? cricket feet before sleeping, wearing sleep socks til I'm sweating my tits off

hobbies: thinking thoughts and thots, listening to music all day every day, writing, worrying

if you work, what's your profession? wife, looking to be hired for real tho

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? rich wife/girlfriend and author

something you're good at: doing the dishes, making chicken noises, bottling up my feelings 💁🏻

something you're bad at: accepting compliments and praise

something you love: compliments and praise

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: i could talk you dizzy with a tailored pep talk until you're either feeling completely pumped and loved by the universe or want to gag me

something you hate: racism, ableism, ignorance, blotches of wet food touching my hands while doing the dishes, yuck

something you collect: grocery lists from strangers (not yet, but I always wanted to. 2025 is my year! 💪🏻), ideas, screenshots

something you forget: names and dates, all of them

what's your love language? parallel play and penguin pebbling, random acts of kindness.

favorite movie/show: dear god... Lotr, prisoner, silence of the lambs, Indiana Jones, Mad Men, SatC, Gilmore Girls and probably a gazillion more

favorite food: legumes in any shape and form. Italian. Indian.

favorite animal: I love them all, I swear. But dogs, mice, birbs and cows especially.

what were you like as a child? Shy, well behaved, awkward. Aka autistic and traumatized ✨

favorite subject at school? German literature, history, Latin

least favorite subject? physics and chemistry

what's your best character trait? I'm really good at putting myself in someone's place and trying to understand where they are coming from

what's your worst character trait? Self isolating to cope with ✨everything✨

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? More chocolate, I would want more chocolate

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? I'd like to meet my granny as a young child and give her a little comfort during the ww2 air raids in Germany.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): i really like Good. Things. Take. Time. by @oonajaeadira (and I have catching up to do with it omg 🙃)

npt: everyone who wants to yap!

[roguelov]

K.kkkkk I've had a delicious Thot. Imagine cockwarming dream on his throne just relaxing, and either his subjects or people from other realms come in for an audience unexpectedly and he just has to deal with whatever they're here for, listening to their complaints/requests/monologuing all while having you wrapped around him so nicely

NOT GONNA LIE THIS IS MY FAV THING

Like it started out as a little fun until Dream said he must deal with requests so you try to leave (thinking that’s what he wants) until he grabs your hips and sink you down on his cock

“No, you can stay right here, my love,” Dream purred.

“Dream,” you gasped as he adjusted him.

Your back slumped into his chest. Your head dropped back onto his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“Relax,” he whispered into your ear. He smirked to himself seeing how responsive you are. “Subjects will be here soon.”

Your body flushed thinking of people seeing you. You squirmed. Dream’s hands gripped your hips tightly.

“Don’t worry, no one will see a thing. All they will see is their king and his precious mortal on his lap.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“Now, behave and sit still, yes?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Good girl.”

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

I made y’all an ice cream cone. It’s one scoop Boba x reader and one scoop Fennec x reader. If you enjoy it, I’ll make you a whole sundae.

THOTS UNDER THE CUT.

Boba Fett - or at least the person she supposed must be Boba Fett - along with his menacing entourage and a masked man in chains entered the antechamber unannounced.

“I’m here to see the mayor.”

Her eyes widened and a furrows appeared between her brows. She tried to scroll through her data pad, but she was reluctant to take her eyes off of imposing figure of Boba Fett.

“Do you have… an appointment?” she asked in a small, hesitant voice. She’d always been able to hold her own, but this broad man had a powerful quality that made her feel like shrinking against the wall.

“I found one of his stray pets. I’m here to return it to its master,” he growled. She swallowed.

The Majordomo, that gladhanding little worm, appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Apologies, Lord Fett. I did not see your litter arrive,” he offered as he dipped his head apologetically. “The mayor is indisposed but I’m sure we have an appointment available some time late next week…”

He moved behind her and, as he reached around to take the data pad from her hands, placed one of his palms on her ribcage. This one was step too far. She could tolerate his leering for the sake of keeping herself fed and housed, but she would not be subjected to groping.

“Get your hands off of me before I slap you back into your mother!”

The majordomo jerked back with a stunned expression on his face.

“You want to see the mayor?” she said, looking directly at the Daimyo. She grabbed a key card from a rack on the reception podium, walked defiantly over to the locked door to the mayor’s office, and swiped the card over the locking panel. The red light turned green and the door opened.

“His schedule just opened up,” she said, throwing the key card back onto the podium before turning to walk past them all and out the door.

“I quit!” she shouted over her shoulder.

…

He sent Fennec to find her. He needed an administrative assistant and she had moxie. Fennec tracked her to a hole in the wall cantina drinking cheap, adulterated spotchka. The Daimyo’s job offer included a generous salary and a private living quarters, but she knew to be suspicious.

“Does the Daimyo know how to keep his hands to himself?” she asked warily.

“If he doesn’t, I’ll cut them off myself.”

Fennec’s assurance was enough for the moment. She accepted the position and found herself packing her belongings the following morning to make the short hike up to the palace. As she was leaving and turning in her key for the cramped little room for which she paid exorbitant rent, Fennec arrived on a bantha to collect her.

“I though you’d have more possessions.”

“I’m flattered, but I’m also poor.”

Fennec chuckled and gave her a leg up onto the bantha. She rode astride behind Fennec, holding her around the waist as the bantha plodded along.

“You’ll like working for the Daimyo,” she said over her shoulder. “He’ll keep you out of trouble.”

“Does he keep you out of trouble?” she asked coyly.

“He couldn’t even if he tried.”

They were both silent for a while. As the bantha climbed the hill towards the palace, Fennec spoke to her over her shoulder again.

“You made him laugh, you know. With what you said to the majordomo. He couldn’t stop talking about it.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised.

“He think you’re gutsy. The Daimyo endeavors to surround himself with gutsy women, apparently.”

…

“You’ll be free of unwanted advances,” offered the Daimyo, sensitive to her unease with the possibility of being taken advantage of by men holding power over her. “I ask for loyalty, but loyalty is meant to be reciprocated. You are now under my protection.”

“Thank you, Daimyo,” she said, still wary of him.

“You have nothing to fear under Boba Fett,” said Fennec in an unexpectedly soft voice that momentarily caught Boba off guard. Fennec warmed to few of the palace staff, Boba thought. She must like this one.

Boba liked her too. He had now doubt that she would at least try to make good on her threat of violence against Mok Shaiz’ majordomo. Now that Boba knew what a lecherous pest he was, he might just find an excuse to feed him to the rancor. Boba was certain that his new assistant would fit in just fine with his motley crew. Fennec was certainly fond of her, and although he found her striking as well, he had the good sense to leave her be. If she decided to climb into his bed, or Fennec’s, all the more reason to keep her safe.

…

This was originally going to be a one shot but now it’s a whole thing.

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update - 12/31/2023 - New Year’s Eve

Hey Nerdie! Looking forward to the New Year?

Hello! And yes I am, new beginning can be scary but fun. I’m looking forward it.

You have any lessons that you’re going to carry into the new year?

*Is shocked that she is being asked for advice*

Er…Not sure if you should ask a Hornado Hooligan for life advice, but I’ll do my best.

Skip number four if mentions of mental health, depression and/or suicidal ideation are triggering for you.

1. If you love something, keep doing it. Writing, singing, dancing, reading, walking, edits, watching TV and movies of a certain man with excellent hair, large hands and a prominent nose, painting, playing an instrument, whatever gives you peace and joy.

2. Write the things you want to write, all fanfics are self-indulgent. It’s encouraged, we all want to read all the things. Lord knows all my fanfics are and I would not have them any other way.

3. Find a lovely group of people to nerd out with, chat with, cry with, and have plenty of belly laughs with. The Hornado Watch (to which I am the resident hooligan who inspires many a giggle) has been saving grace for me this year with their support and care in just these last few months. 🥰

The following does contain mentions of mental health and suicidal ideation.

4. On that same note if you don’t feel quite right, mentally or physically, you should tell someone you trust and seek out help. My personal battle with mental health has been ongoing for roughly half my life, it’s hard to remember a time I didn’t feel depressed. I had been managing with medications and drowning myself in work but that will only stave the dark edges off for so long.

It was earlier this year, about August and September when I re-joined tumblr after one of my younger patients who saw my water bottle all Pedro’s characters’s stickers all over it and asked if I read any of the Fanfiction about him because that patient read Loki fics on there. I hadn’t and was surprised to note that my Tumblr log-in infor still worked. I was going through the motions of life and felt hollow to the point where for the first time since high school I had thoughts of “if I wasn’t here, would everything feel okay? Would it stop? If I don’t wake up, and everything stayed black it would be fine.” Then came the insomnia where I just wanted to sleep maybe forever and my body wouldn’t allow me as a special kind a torture. At least that’s how I thought of it at the time.

Oddly enough my first fics were posted between September and October so I was trying to work out the feelings I had which helped some but wasn’t enough so thankfully I was able to find a doctor who’s listen to me when I said my meds aren’t keeping me even keeled any more and started me on a new medication which has been working well for me.

Since then, I’ve enjoyed writing up a storm on all sorts of subjects that I’ve thought about, wanted to explore and just thought, “don’t see that anywhere, let’s do it.”

I’ll keep writing as it really does help keep me sane and interacting with all you lovely peeps 🐥 as it’s often a highlight of my day. 🫂

Especially my Hornado Watch group, I’m your resident hooligan and weather report expert. I predict more flooding and downpours of thots with some support mixed in there. A high chance of fluffy feelings and rainbows in the clouds ⛅️❤️

Stay warm, safe and see you in 2024! 💚

Love Nerdie ❤️

[proudthepridecore]

Portal incorrect quotes

Caroline: *walks into GLaDOS's chambers* GLaDOS. I heard you call Wheatley athat, what does that mean?

GLaDOS: a term for a thot-ful person, Caroline

/later in the lab\

Caroline: hey, Henry. Can you hand me a beaker?

Henry: sure, here ya go

Caroline: thank you Henry, you're such a thot

Test subject: /spits out water\

☆☆☆

(This isn't supposed to be accurate to the actual game. Don't harass me. I thought it'd be funny.)

Credit goes to my best freind for the quote.

[inposterumcumgaudio]

Uncle Jack & Foggy Jack

So if you're asking about both of them, I'm assuming that's because you're into the idea that they are one and the same.

I don't dislike the concept, but I like it much more for that the game seems to push that notion while simultaneously giving you nothing to substantiate it and, at times, even giving you details that seem to contradict it than the idea for its own sake. Good shit!

It's another one of those things you'll never have a canon answer for!

And frankly, I've never really found the question of whether Uncle Jack is Foggy Jack that interesting. It's a little contrived, a little obvious, a very basic bitch story. The most famous man in town has a mental breakdown and becomes a serial killer? And he somehow does this despite being instantly recognizable by everyone? And also he's doing this while he's still filming his show every day and looking all normal and shit?

Too, the whole Foggy Jack thing intrudes on the natural predisposition of fledging fanartists to make serial killer OC's.

Foggy Jack also exists as an urban legend in the town in a way I think predates even the toxic fog (and I was given a separate ask about this as well so I'll save my thots about that for then!)

But suffice to say, because I do not find the whole Uncle vs Foggy Jack thing compelling and I'd never really devoted much thought to it, I struggled to think of something interesting to say about it. The only chapter I ever wrote about the subject was actually about why Ollie's surface-level investigation of the crime scene in "A Pomaceous Puzzle" did not arrive at the correct conclusion. It simply doesn't fit the MO.

However... in reviewing what we know concretely about Foggy Jack from the main game, I actually did arrive at a fascinating new theory.

Because we think of this as a duality, do we not? Uncle Jack is one side of the coin, Foggy Jack the other. That's why you asked about both.

Let us go over what we know for sure about Foggy Jack, that was reported in the game, to separate out the unreliable information given in "Lightbearer". There are only two sources of "solid" information about Foggy Jack in the main game:

In "The "O" COURANT - Article 3", we learn that five Wellie women - Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes, Mary Jane Kelly, and Mary Anne Nichols - have been found hacked to pieces in the streets. All of these women are named for real-life victims of Jack the Ripper.

Stated in the above and reiterated in "Interrogation Report", these murders seem to take place on particularly foggy nights. "Interrogation Report" also states that the witness, Daniel Dunglass, reported that the apparent murderer's face looked "oddly familiar" to him.

One further piece of information that we learn in Ollie's act is that Foggy Jack apparently kept a hideout in the Gardner House, at least until plague wastrels overtook it. We know this from the suitcase which contains a cleaver and the "Mystery Note" with the only the phrase "I'm afraid you've come to the end of your time" on it.

And here we learn that Foggy Jack has some interest in Margaret. And that makes sense if he's actually Uncle Jack.

But... what it's it's not a duality.

What if it's a triptych?

What if it's not Uncle Jack, but someone who would have us come to that conclusion? Someone who would want us to think Uncle Jack is avenging his murdered daughter, but is in fact trying to frame him for it?

Why, who would have motive to do that?

Who indeed.

But DJ, you say, that's crazy. You play through Ollie's entire act and not once do they ever imply that he could be Foggy Jack.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of stuff they don't imply through his act, ain't there?

And just like with Uncle Jack, the details don't say anything conclusive but consider.

Ollie is said multiple times over his act to have periods of lapsed memory, both due to the Oblivion he took and excessive drinking. Margaret mentions specifically in both "The Camp of Thine Enemies" and "Cache as Cache Can" that Ollie has trouble remembering things due to his drinking. And it's an interesting coincidence that Ollie also "vaguely remembers" leaving himself a cache of supplies in that quest and its the same sort of vague notion that leads him into Gardner House where he finds Foggy Jack's suitcase.

He's also in deep denial about the limits of his morality and how far he'll go to see traitors get theirs. Still, killing innocent women just to make Uncle Jack look bad? Surely not! Maybe Ollie ratted out a little girl and got her chased down and murdered, but he's not a serial killer!

Then again, if there's one thing Ollie hates, it's a collaborator. Deutschland Über Alles special and all. And you know who about the first people to start collaboratin' with an occupying force are?

Prostitutes.

All of Foggy Jack's not-hallucination victims are named for the "Canonical Five" of Jack the Ripper's victims, all known prostitutes. Which, sure, maybe that's just the reference, but we actually meet Elizabeth Stride before her apparent death. As Ollie. At the Jack O Bean Club, where she works as a cook serving a bunch of collaborationist traitor lovers. She has no love for them, calling them toffs and wankers as she does, but she does also muse aloud to herself about it: "Take the job, she says. You'll never have to suck another cock, she says." Which sounds an awful lot like a thing a (former?) prostitute would say, making it two separate issues to Ollie, really. And why else would a fine upstanding Wellette be out on the streets at night anyway? That's how Foggy Jack gets you!

And for my most tenuous point: remember that guy from the Interrogation Report? Daniel Dunglass. I looked his ass up and

Reminiscent!

Dunglass (the character, not the actual guy) also says that the murderer's face is "oddly familiar" to him. Uncle Jack is familiar, but not oddly so. Ollie isn't exactly a nobody in town, but he's definitely odd looking in a world that conformist.

And as long as we're drawing specious connections, Daniel Dunglass (the real guy, not the character) was a Scottish medium famous for levitation and speaking with the dead. You know who else does a lot of that?

But... even if Ollie is Foggy Jack, I don't think he killed the constables at the apple tree. Which means there's copycat killer pretending to be the guy who's pretending to be Uncle Jack pretending be urban legend Foggy Jack.

[jbfly46]

After hours, nigga

Late night creep, nigga

Better get ya motherfucking weight up, nigga

We finna go play with them hoes

Money 17

Boy how much you really making cut the shit and stop the faking

Bake a nigga now he bacon, scrambled eggs we breakfast making

All these niggas think they Satan save it nigga why you playing

He look dead look how he laying, switch the subject fuck it man

Pull up doing the best I can intelligence is dominant

Every time I smoke a blunt I reminisce my innocence

Nowadays I flip and break a fit a little bit too quick

I tried to be more rationale but my pride ain't having it

I don't know what else to do you come for me I fear for you

Fuck him, her and you and you I give no fuck bout any fool

Look at you, you dressed in jewels but what you bring is silly dude

I'mma keep it real and true but know your place and keep it cool

5 on the dot

Eyes on the twat

Eyes on a thot

Her eyes on my knots (Money)

Two in the mornin' Who tryna bone

Who tryna joan (train)

Crew made of stone

Racks after racks (Money)

Blunt after blunt (Jeffery)

Cunt after cunt (Bitches)

Stunt after stunt

Nigga ye' ain't gotta ask

Know I got them packs

Clients turn to rats, that's why I don't sell jack

Okay, I walk in a bank, bitch, my cup full of drank

When my nose get runny, bitch, I got a Louie hank

We ain't pouring out the bottle, bitch, we pouring out the pint

All these fucking diamonds on me could've bought a fucking Wraith

But I said fuck that shit, I got a mil in the safe

For you niggas playing pussy, bitch, I'm coming where you lay

Bitch, I went to jail bundled out

Got out clean slate

Told all my hoes don't come home again got my cake (Money)

Bankroll Rico pimp ya fucking bae

Took ya ho to the bay, she selling pussy by the lake

All my hoes, yeah, they get that lease, 10k for a day

Bitch, they breaking all you sugar daddies every damn day

Ass in my hand

Flantasy Flan

Rope around your wrist

Tan minivan

It's four thirty and I'm Dirty Dan

Unsanitary, bands hit the fan

Nigga, 5 in the AM

Don't give a damn

Uh, here we go again

Red Bull and gin

Nigga gone like the wind

Left with her friend

Never talked again

Hundreds don't bend, nigga

He thought he could pull my bitch

But uh uh, I think not

There's a difference in my texture, my nigga that you ain't got

He say Debbie is the wifey but squad say she a thot

I'ma tell you what I'm not about to do is sit and rot

Ayy, every day I pull up andalé without a damn delay

Hold up wait

What the fuck you say we headed towards your way

Ridgeway, Kirby Parkway hit the state escape

Yo' bitch wanna set a date, I threw that shit the other way