#and they decided to move out to the farm as a project together

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In desperate need of stardew Gem and Scar fanfics

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The Permaculture Spiral Garden - A Great Starting Point

There is probably no other structure as popular for illustrating Permaculture in practice as the Herb Spiral. Okay, I guess I could mention the lasagna sheetmulching method or also the cob oven that tends to be the first hands-on project at a typical Permie intro session. But when it comes to showing how landscape design, zones and sectors, stacking functions, and efficient use of space and water come together in one unique structure, the Spiral Garden is unbeatable.

Turning Theory into Practice

In typical Permaculture Designer Certificate courses, but even in brief intro weekends to Permaculture, there tends to be a lot of theoretical discussions. Since the numerous design principles can be applied to any climatic region, from the tropical to the subarctic, and on any scale from the humongous to the tiny, the practical aspects of the ideas can easily get lost. That's where a good hands-on application comes, where the participants get to move around rocks and dirt, while realizing how much it ties in to the concepts they've just discussed. This way the apparent "main purpose" of "building something to grow all your kitchen herbs on", becomes a neat side feature.

Adjust Your Landscape!

The first thing to realize that landscape is welcome to be modified and adjusted to bring out the best in it. Clearly, while it is important to work with what's there already, it doesn't hurt think about mounds and valleys. And before you bring out the excavators for your large-scale farm, it makes sense to start small… say on a circle of 2-5 meters (6-16 feet) diameter. In other words, the Spiral Garden is a hill with a spiral shaped surface, leading down to ground level, or further down into a water hole. It can be made out of rocks, bricks, concrete debris, or anything else you have lying around that can hold your soil.

Design According to Your Scale

Looking around for existing Herb Spirals it's easy to get confused. Some are so big you can actually climb on them (that is, you have to in order to reach what's growing on top). Others are so tiny that you may not even want to step on them. The question is: which size is the right one for you? Since this is something you will have to decide almost daily in Permaculture, it doesn't hurt starting out with this important question.

Organizing Your Spiral Garden

While there are seemingly endless types of Spiral Gardens, there are a few things they all have in common: They all start out with a region on the top, where water is bound to run off right away, leaving the soil relatively dry. This area is also the most exposed to the wind. Keep this in mind when choosing the plants that are going to live here. Ideally, the spiral should start sloping toward the East from here. Delicate plants that benefit greatly from the morning sun will appreciate this region. As the slope continues toward the South and West, it becomes more suitable for sun loving species. Finally, as the spiral reaches the ground level in the shady Northern part, it will be perfect for herbs that prefer less sun, more shade and more water, since the soil tends to be wetter here. (Note: This is for the Northern Hemisphere. In the Southern Hemisphere North and South are reversed.) To make full use of the runoff water, many people add a small pond at the base of the spiral, where additional aquatic plants, such as watercress, can be grown.

The given illustration offers a good number of herbs for a nicely diverse kitchen. Depending on what else you want in your Herb Spiral, you can add it in the most suitable region. Mint and lemon balm love the cooler, shady part with more water. Lemongrass is great in the sunny area, and tarragon and estragon prefer the dry top of the spiral. Of course, the idea is not limited to kitchen herbs. For maximalists, the same theory can work with a mountain you might want to terraform into a spiral farm. But right now I'd prefer to stay small scale.

Plenty of Benefits (That's Why It's Permaculture)

As explained above, the main purpose of the Spiral Garden is not only to increase your gardening area by making use of the vertical, but also to create diverse climatic conditions, which do make a difference on the smallest scale. But as Permaculture tends to be, there are many other benefits to it. The structure itself offers great habitat for numerous animals, such as frogs, salamanders, lizards, but also pollinating insects, and of course others that may not directly benefit us, but by feeding on others they all add to the stability of our ecosystem. The structure itself will suppress weeds and make use of material that you're not likely to use elsewhere. Finally, depending on the size and location, it will be an ideal place to grow all your kitchen herbs right where you can access them most easily.

Some Things to Keep in Mind

When building the structure, make sure it will contain the soil in a nice trough, slanting slightly inward. That way bits and pieces that fall off will roll towards the center, until contained by the main mound.

Make sure the slope is always nice and gradual, avoiding sudden drops where the water can rush down quickly, eroding the soil.

If you're going to walk on your spiral, include a separate walkway that won't compress good soil. Most importantly, it should be sturdy enough to provide stability and make access safe.

Don't forget that while the structure is important to keep the soil in place, it is the soil that you'll be growing plants in. So it should have a good depth of 20-50 cm (8-20 inches) throughout the entire spiral. This can be the trickiest part!

Apply your own observation to which plants do better in which parts of the spiral. Also, with time you will find many other plants growing in it that you didn't plant. Before removing them, consider how much they actually bother your herbs, and whether their benefits may not outweigh their drawbacks.

Go Out and Build Your Own!

I hope this brief overview got you inspired to go out and try building an Herb Spiral yourself! I would love to hear your experiences with it!

Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 108 (New Year, New Friends...)

New Year's Day. A time of hope and renewal: this is how Heather and Conrad chose to meet the changing year. Unfortunately, a new year still meant trying new foods with Lavender was a chore, but this morning, Conrad forged ahead with a jar of peas.

Outside, Heather worked away at an easel she'd always ignored. But Ash's interest in art, and her friend Spencer's recent raves about the pastime, must have encouraged her to give the artistic outlet a try.

Before she left with Neal to return to Henford, Daisy checked in with her daughter while she painted what looked a little like an abstract olive.

"How have things been for you and Conrad lately?"

"They've been good," she said, but a hint of trepidation marked her voice. "He's still stressed, but the police detail's doing their job discreetly enough Ash hasn't noticed them - even after that prank call."

"Conrad will figure it out. Something will crack the case open. New year, new hope. Right?"

Heather nodded. "Right."

Inside, Lavender glanced up at her father with betrayal after they both learned she disliked mushy peas, so he switched to a more reliable plate of Oaty-O's - which she got all over her face, instead.

"You're a mess," he laughed, lifting her from her high chair to clean her up.

That evening, Ash returned home from San Myshuno, and he answered the door for a local boy doing a town survey for a school project. His name was Isaac Harms and he was much bigger, but Ash was outgoing, and he answered the boy's questions about local activities for kids until his parents called him inside to get ready for bed. Ash had school in the morning, and the young genius needed a good night's sleep before he returned to school with his friends on Deadgrass Isle.

(Isaac glitched out using an adult tablet totally autonomously and I wanted to share it because it's so weird, but I'm treating it as canon because he's five or six years older than Ash and I wish we could have kids who grew taller over time, or just a preteen stage. But I recently downloaded redheadsims preteen body preset so we'll see how that works out when I have sims the right age.)

In Henford-on-Bagley, Heather's sister Hazel greeted the new year alone at the Gnome's Arms. Her wife, Nicola, had gone to bed early after grading papers all night, but they'd spent most of the holidays together - and hated it. Hazel needed a night out.

Without her.

She ordered a screwdriver from the pub owner and bartender, contemplating her life as she thumbed the rim of the glass.

"Is this stool taken?"

A pretty blonde smiled when Hazel snapped out of her ennui. "No. No one's sitting there," she stammered, as the blonde held out her hand.

"My name's Suri. Suri Romeo."

"Hazel Nesbitt." (It's actually Moody-Nesbitt but oh.)

Suri glanced at her ring finger. "Is your wife here tonight?"

"No...She's sort of a homebody."

"And you're more of a...body magnet?"

Hazel nearly spit out her drink as her lips curled into a foppish grin. "You're not from around here, are you, Suri."

"I'm from San Myshuno, but my mother was from Henford and I moved here recently to learn how to be a great chef from my grandmother Clara."

Hazel perked up. "Clara Bjergsen? My parents took me and my siblings to her farm-to-table bakery after each one of our graduations. It was tradition."

Suri smiled. "I'm sorry I never met you there. I came out to stay with them and work a few summers while I decided being a chef was my calling."

Hazel laughed. A calling. Suri seemed young - twenty-one. Hazel was only 24, but at Suri's age she'd just started at the mayor's office. She was a newlywed and the rest of her life seemed so exciting. But it hadn't panned out as she imagined, and now she was here, sitting in a bar imagining what it would feel like to pin Suri against the wall and- ...She stopped herself.

"I hope this doesn't seem too forward, but I'd like to give you my number. Maybe you could show me around Henford sometime. As a friend."

Hazel smiled, and they exchanged numbers just as she spotted the local reverend and her sister's old friend, Everett Pancakes, come in from the cold. "Hey Laura! Got any leftover cottage pies for the church bake sale tomorrow?"

The bartender finished mixing a drink and smiled. "I'll give you three cottage pies if you'll also take this fish pie off my hands. I'll never say no to a Finchwick Favour, but I'll never eat one of those pies, either."

Everett laughed. "Hand it over. If nothing else, we'll feed it to the llama."

With Suri's number in her phone, what would be unhappy Hazel's next move? ->

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NOTE: Hazel's next move will have to wait for the Cozy Celebrations posts. Originally planned them for one day on Christmas Eve, it's now three days long instead of too much at once, and starts on Sunday! We're hanging with the Nesbitt-Gordons for the rest of the week. Tomorrow is reserved for Lavender to become a toddler, and Conrad gets a phone call...

TOWNIE TREE NOTES: Sofia Bjergsen says hi! Suri's mom was actually at the Gnome's Arms this same night and I pretended she wasn't. But Suri is the daughter of Sofia and Sergio Romeo, granddaughter of Bjorn and Clara, niece of Elsa. The Bjergsens have been in the save this whole time and, until now, haven't crossed paths with the Nesbitts.

Sofia moved from Henford to San Myshuno as soon as she graduated high school but never quite made it. But she's happy, and raised three children with Sergio in an apartment in the Fashion District. She and Sergio are nearly empty nesters now, with Malachi graduating high school soon-ish; Suri is the middle child, sandwiched by brothers Camden and Malachi.

[vodika-vibes]

Happy 500!

I would request a sapphire with Rex in autumn, a season of change, Rebels Era time frame.

Thank you!

Forever Is A Long Time

Summary: Years after the end of the Clone Wars, you and Rex have managed to make a life for yourselves on your grandparent's old farm. Autumn always brings its own challenges, but that’s not always a bad thing.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x Former Jedi GN! Reader

Word Count: 934

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. You have been warned.

Prompt: Sapphire - Wise Love

A/N: Full honesty, I've never seen Rebels, so I decided to play around with everything. I hope you like it!

You think you love autumn.

You love how the world bursts into a wild array of colors, how the miserable summer heat settles into something tolerable, and how everything is pumpkin or apple-flavored.

Lazily, you stretch your arms over your head, able to feel Rex’s shirt creep up your thighs as you reach up, though it falls back into place as your arms fall back to your side. 

Speaking of Rex, where is he?

You turn your head away from the window that looks out at the orchard, to focus your attention deeper into your home. He hasn’t gone outside yet, though you know that he plans to work on his speeder today. Your handsome Captain seems to think that having a working speeder will make the harvest easier.

And he’s right, it will.

But you’re not going to tell him that.

“Rex?”

“Back here, mesh’la!” He calls from the back of the house.

Curiously, you push away from the kitchen counter and follow his voice through the halls until you reach the back hallway which leads to the mudroom. 

“What are you doing?” You ask as you settle on the bench that was built into the wall, your head tilting to the side as you try to figure out what, exactly, he’s working on.

He glances at you, a grin on his face, “What? You can’t tell?”

You scrunch up your nose at him, and then glance at his project. It’s some kind of electronic device, based on what you can see. But what you don’t know about computers and mechanics could probably fill several archives. “I give up.”

“You didn’t even make a guess, cyare.” His voice is dancing with amusement, and you make a face at him.

“Oh, I dunno…Is it a comm?”

“Close, but no.” Rex focuses on it for a moment longer, snapping a few pieces together, “It’s the old radio that your brother gave you.”

“The radio he broke in a fit of temper? That radio?”

“The very same.”

“Huh.” You move off the bench so you’re able to lean on Rex’s shoulder to peer at his project, “Why are you fixing it?”

“Because it was broken,” He replies simply.

You nudge him gently, “Come on, Rex. It’s been broken for years.”

He glances at you and then sets his tools on the ground so he’s able to tug you onto his lap. You release a startled noise as he settles you comfortably on his lap and leans in to press his forehead against yours.

His dark eyes scan your face, and you aren’t able to stifle your soft giggle as you reach up and press your hands against his cheeks, your fingers gently brushing his beard.

Rex’s eyes crinkle with the strength of his smile, and his arms tighten around you, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” You reply, grinning widely. 

He tugs you into a gentle kiss that turns into several gentle kisses, pulling even more delighted laughter from you. When he kisses you like this, you feel like you’re back at the start of your relationship, all those years ago. When he was a Clone Captain, and you were an Archivist at the Jedi Temple.

“I saw you looking at the radio the other day,” Rex says lightly, “So I decided to fix it.”

“You did?”

He bumps his nose against yours, “What? You think after all these years I can’t tell what you’re thinking?” Rex teases lightly.

“Of course you do,” You murmur in turn. “I was considering throwing it away, though.”

“Well, now there’s no need.”

“Rex,” His name is a laugh, “We have so much stuff.”

“Well, seeing as neither of us had any stuff when we were younger, I think we have just enough.” He adjusts you on his lap and focuses his attention on the radio again, snapping a few more pieces back together, before putting the whole radio together and standing it up.

And then he flips the power switch, and soft music fills the hallway.

Familiar music.

You recognize the tune immediately, it's the song that was playing the day that Rex confessed to you. The song that was playing when he proposed. The song that you danced your first dance to.

“Well now,” Rex grins at you, “Seems like fate.” Gently he nudges you to your feet and then stands up to tug you into his arms. “May I have this dance?”

You beam at him, “You can have all of them.”

He spins you in the narrow hallway, before pulling you flush against him. His expression is soft and warm and for you and you alone. 

“Tell me, cyare.” He murmurs as the pair of you sway to the soft music, “Is this what you expected from life?”

“No, I didn’t.” You snake your arms around his neck, “But this is so much better than I expected.”

“That right?”

“I’ll spend forever in your arms,” You whisper to him.

Rex chuckles, “Forever is a long time, cyare.”

“And I’ll happily spend every minute of it with you.”

He kisses you then, slow and deep, “You spoil this old clone.”

“Well, someone has to.” You reply against his lips.

His grip tightens around your hips, “Do we have plans for today, cyar’ika?”

“Nothing that can’t be put off for a couple of hours.”

“Good.” He lifts you as if you weigh nothing, and then carries you into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him as your giggles fill the home you built with Rex.

Forever might be a long time, but in your opinion, it’s not nearly long enough.

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[cakerybakery]

@sir-tater-of-the-tot That continuation of the Cow Adam story

Milk Snake Part two.

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The bell around Adam’s neck jingled, interrupting his nap.

He loved to lay in the sun-dappled shade of the apple trees. Adam always felt calmer being out in the fields as the fields around the farm had soft, warm grasses and flowers. It was the perfect spot for taking his pregnancy naps in.

A little miffed, he tapped the cowbell on his collar and answered the call. “What do you want, snake?”

There was a playful hiss as Lucifer answered. “You. But for now I’ll settle for seeing what you want for dinner. I’m at the grocery store getting snacks with the kids for tonight. Figured I’d see if you were craving anything we might not have at home.”

He must have slept through Lucifer taking their kids out. Adam’s annoyance at being woken up dissipated.

Lucifer was a good dad and partner, taking the kids to run errands and letting him rest when he needed it, and checking to see if he wanted anything. It made his pregnancy hormones gush love and affection for his little bull.

The farm was more of a hobby than a full-blown working farm. They had some chickens, fruit trees, and berry bushes, and grew some vegetables in the garden, but it wasn’t like his first go-around with kids. They didn’t need the farm to survive. Often just purchasing items instead of making or growing them and relaxing in the small village not far from Pentagram City.

Adam hadn’t liked raising the kids in the city. The hotel had quickly proved to be too cramped for life with a baby. Not to mention, the city was full of violence and mayhem that often attempted to destroy the hotel. And when they moved to Lucifer’s place, that wasn’t exactly kid-friendly either. Half abandoned and overrun with Lucifer’s projects didn't leave much safe space for toddler. And of course too many people wanting to know more about who he was and who the new prince was.

As Finn got older and when he was pregnant with Holly, Adam really started to crave wide open spaces. A quiet place to be left alone and call home. Somewhere safe to grow their little herd.

And growing their herd they were.

The twins in his belly kicked. He already had names picked out. Beckett and Robin. They weren’t sure if the twins would be boys, girls, or one of each. The names seemed gender neutral so Adam had decided on them. Adam had been too excited to wait to find out the genders for Finn and Holly, but having one of each already, Adam was happy to wait this time.

Last fall, when she and Finn were both finally in school, and Holly hadn't been in the nursery for a few years. Adam had decided it was time for his little bull to breed him again.

When they had dropped the kids off at school on the first day and then hurried home, Adam brought Lucifer to his favourite spot in the little meadow. They both had something they wanted to talk about.

Lucifer dropped to one knee and asked Adam to marry him. Every single thing about the moment had been perfect. The weather, the leaves only just turning, trees full of crisp fruit. His handsome milk snake with the brightest, shining eyes looking up at him hopefully with an equally shiny rock the size of a fucking blueberry.

Adam said no.

He’d been married twice already and had no plans or desire to do it a third time.

His little milk snake had been so upset. That cute little bottom lip quivered, his shoulders slumped, and his voice got quiet.

Adam pointed out they lived together, had children together, and that Adam had dragged Lucifer out there to see if Lucifer wanted to breed him again.

They were as together as they could be. What did Lucifer want, to put a collar on him?

He was surprised, because the way Lucifer's dick popped up at the idea, it was a miracle that it didn’t tear the old bull’s pants clean off.

Adam had to agree to wear a collar when seeing that display. Just for sex anyway.

The conjured leather collar with ‘Morningstar’ embossed on it and a shiny golden cowbell had been oddly hot.

Especially when Lucifer made himself a matching one.

During Adam’s pregnancy with Finn, Lucifer had started keeping his normal form more bull-like. Adam liked Lucifer’s cow ears and horns. He really liked that thick cock. As a shapeshifter, what form he took never really mattered to Lucifer. He had kept himself mostly like how he had been as an angel purely because he didn’t really care. Lucifer's switch to the more bull-like appearance was because it drove Adam wild.

Lucifer had barely had the collar on himself when Adam tackled him down into the grass and dirt to make out. Their bells clanging together as Adam started to tear into Lucifer’s clothing.

His little bull looked so good. Maybe that was the cow sinner part of him talking, but Adam couldn’t wait for Lucifer to fuck another calf in him.

He easily stripped his little bull. Not like Lucifer was going to put up a fight. And swallowed that cock down.

Lucifer always did like the vision of Adam's head in his lap and ass in the air. His little cow tail moving as Adam bobbed up and down that dick.

Adam liked how Lucifer looked at him like Adam was a sex god sent to hell just for him.

Kneading Adam’s large tits, Lucifer had moaned about how he couldn’t wait to drink Adam’s milk again.

That wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, Adam encouraged it. He produced so much milk that without Lucifer, it would go to waste, or he’d be in pain. He still donated while he had milk, but that took time, and he’d rather feed the baby, put them back to bed, and pass out at night while Lucifer helped himself instead of pumping.

“If Daddy Bull wants milk, he better cum in Mommy Cow.” Adam pulled off Lucifer’s cock to tease him.

“Oooh, I love it when you talk like that.” Lucifer leaned down and kissed him. “I can’t wait to see you round with another calf, my pretty golden cow.”

He helped Adam strip down, had him turn around, and teased his little tail before kissing Adam on the back to activate the spell.

Lucifer conjured lube and was quickly able to prepare Adam.

Mooing happily, Adam’s bell clanked as he fucked himself on Lucifer’s fingers.

After nearly a decade, Adam was no longer embarrassed by the mooing, especially since his little bull couldn’t stop himself either.

Speaking of, Lucifer’s moanful moo as he replaced his fingers with his cock in Adam’s ass sent shivers down Adam’s spine.

His breasts swayed, his bell clanked, and Lucifer was hitting just the right spot inside of him. Adam was in heaven.

It all felt right in the universe. He was made for this. To be impregnated in a field by his bull.

He had to wait ten thousand odd years to get here, and he was going to spend at least ten thousand more enjoying it. Perhaps he’d slow down on the baby-making by then, but it didn’t mean he’d stop enjoying getting wrecked by Lucifer’s large cock as he feels the sun and shadows playing across his back. The grass tickling his heavy breasts and the warm breeze blowing over his bare skin.

Every thrust inside him made him moo in pleasure. Lucifer wrapped a hand around Adam’s cock, and the electricity tingling his spine bounced around his brain. His mind was melting.

His brain and cock dripped with pleasure.

“Cum for me, Adam.” Lucifer groaned. “I need my pretty mama cow to squeeze my cock dry.”

He mooed Lucifer’s name and came.

Lucifer let out his own loud moo. He gripped Adam hard and tensed before sighing and peppering Adam’s back with kisses.

They cuddled under the trees, and Adam forgot all about his collar and bell. They were still wearing them by the time they realized they had whiled away the day naked in the meadow as though it were Eden. Having sex and eating from the trees and bushes. And they needed to rush to get dressed and pick the kids up at school.

“Adam?” Lucifer’s voice came through the bell and pulled Adam from his memory.

“Hmm? Just thinking. You know, I could go for something salty. Can you bring me home some chips?”

He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily through his nose for a minute.

“Sure thing! Okay, my little imps. Mama wants some chips. Let’s go to the chip aisle!”

Adam could hear Holly start to chant out, “Chips, chips, chips. Getting Mama some chips!”

And Finn scoffed. “You’re such a baby.”

“Am not!”

“Oh no,” Lucifer groaned. “I better go. See you soon, Adam.”

“See you soon.” Adam repeated back, and the bell returned to normal.

Huffing, Adam hauled himself to his hooves. He placed a hand on his large belly and felt one of the babies kick. Then the other kicked in response.

“You two better not start fighting. One sibling fight at a time, please and thank you.” He hummed as he walked, and the rocking settled the babies down. “It won’t be long now, and you two will have all the room you need.”

He had to pause at the fence on the way back to the house. Adam gripped the wood hard. Now that he was up and moving, the contractions were coming faster.

“Yeah,” he rubbed his belly. “Not long at all.”

It really was nice of Lucifer to take the kids out while he laboured. They’d known since the morning that the twins were coming when how they were coming appeared.

Adam had gone out to the field to nap and rest since the contractions were still unsteady and only once an hour or so. But now they were closer together, and they had maybe a half a day at best.

Every pregnancy is different, every delivery is different, but Finn and Holly both came quickly once the ball started rolling, and Adam had no reason to think this time would be any different.

He gathered up the clean linens he’d set aside a few weeks ago and settled in the time-out stall Lucifer built in the living room.

It was just a small area they sent the kids to calm down in when they’d been misbehaving or throwing a tantrum. Where they could be in a quiet space, still close to everyone, but not be overwhelmed by being overstimulated by the rest of the family.

There was already a soft daybed on the ground so a toddler can climb in and out on their own. Plenty of room for Adam to rest.

The two walls, one half wall, and wooden baby gate made the cow part of him feel secure and safe.

Adam texted the midwife, and she’d be by shortly. For now he enjoyed the last bits of peace and quiet for some time.

The midwife was a sweet but tiny cat sinner.

He could hear her cheery voice as she and Lucifer were coming into the house.

She steered the old bull to go put away the groceries he had picked up and to wash his hands before joining Adam.

Lucifer gave him an apologetic look as he was ushered towards the kitchen.

“I dropped the kids off with Charlie. How are you doing?”

Adam mooed. He hadn’t meant to, but a contraction started, and it popped out.

“Ahh. That bad. I’ll make stew then for dinner. To give you energy.”

A couple of contractions later, Lucifer was at his side as a clone made their dinner.

He held Lucifer's hand, and Lucifer kept his mind occupied with jokes and things that the kids did. Lucifer told Adam about the bitch in the parking lot at the grocery store that tried to take his spot.

Adam laughed at the idea of Finn and Holly both flipping some demon the bird, and it quickly turned into a moo as another contraction hit.

The little midwife checked him, but Adam felt the switch into active labour. The contractions were more intense and painful. He gripped Lucifer tight and bellowed out a moo. His hoof pawing at the ground.

It was a killer contraction that left him panting and mooing softly for comfort.

Lucifer petted his head and told him he was doing a good job.

He needed to move a bit, so Lucifer helped him up to his hooves for a moment. There was a gush between his legs, and Adam felt a little relief as his water broke for at least one of the twins, and he no longer felt as much pressure.

There was the need to push, and Lucifer held him steady as he bore down and pushed with each contraction.

Adam couldn’t feel anything but the contraction as he breathed quickly to keep oxygen going to the babies and pushed.

It took a couple of good pushes, but their baby was out and caught by they midwife.

Laying down to rest, Adam let Lucifer go so he could assist with the afterbirth process.

Half the pressure was gone, and he could breath much easier.

“Come on,” Lucifer said to the baby.

“It’ll be okay.” The midwife said reassuringly as she did something just out of sight. “There we go. The airway is clear.”

There was high-pitched scream, and Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed. “Thatta girl.” Lucifer praised the baby and brought her over to Adam after a quick check-up.

She had Adam's golden spot over her left eye and Lucifer's white skin. She was scrunched and looked angry. Kicking when her hooves were touched. Her chubby hands were fists.

Adam brought her to his chest. Compressing the tissue so she could get as much as possible in her tiny mouth. She latched easily, and Adam winced as a contraction hit.

There was pleasure as hormones flooded his brain as the sight of his baby feeding from him and pain as his body got ready to push out another baby.

After ten minutes she pulled off and fell asleep. Adam handed her off to Lucifer to put down safely in one of the baskets prepared for the babies.

“Robin.” Adam decided. That one felt like a Robin. The midwife wrote it down along with the other information from the birth.

Another contraction hit, and Adam knew Beckett was coming.

He bellowed, and Lucifer helped him to stay steady once more. This one came much quicker and didn’t need their airway cleared, so Adam was soon holding their boy. Adam touched the light brown spot on their boy's fuzzy ear. He was as perfect as his sister.

“Hello, Beckett.” Adam was relieved from the loss of pressure inside of him, even with the small, stinging contractions he felt when Beckett nursed.

The midwife finished up, made sure everything was out that needed to come out, and said she’d send someone around in a few hours to make sure the littles were doing well before she took her leave.

Once they were alone, Lucifer fed him some of the hearty stew he’d had his clone make. Then, when Adam was ready, he helped him up to shower to wash off the blood and other fluids Adam preferred not to think too hard about, before tucking Adam into their large bed.

Lucifer brought up the twins, and Adam's chest ached. He was already filling with rich yellow colostrum. More than the twins could ever eat.

Waiting patiently for Adam to settle down and be comfortable, Lucifer hovered close by until Adam undid the top of his clean maternity nightgown, exposing his breasts, and welcomed his little bull to turn into his little milk snake.

The snake slithered under the covers and wrapped himself securely around Adam. Cuddling him close, before latching onto an exposed breast as easily as a babe.

Adam mooed with relief as his breasts were drained. Lucifer drew the fatty milk out of one breast and then the other. Pulling off, Lucifer licked his serpent mouth, searching for any stray drops. When no more milk could be found, he settled into his little bull form. He curled up against Adam, resting his head on Adam’s chest.

“How are you doing, darling?” Lucifer asked.

“Sore, but good.” They’d added two more to their herd that day; Adam was pleased. Perhaps the next ones would come a little sooner. He was already missing having his belly full of babies.

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Project "If Oda Won't Give The Rest Of The Whitebeard Commanders Personalities And Backstories I'll Do It Myself" continues

Blamenco is fourteen the first time he meets a pirate.

He’s also fourteen the first time he kills a man, since the second thing happens about a minute after the first. It’s hard to say who’s more surprised by this, Blamenco or the pirate, but later he’ll look back and figure it was probably himself, on account of the pirate was dead, and dead men can’t be surprised. Dead men can’t be much of anything, really. That’s sort of the whole thing about being dead.

Here’s how it happens: He’s in the woods gathering mushrooms with Lana, the pretty daughter of old farmer Scratch. Supposedly Scratch ain’t his real name, but Blamenco’s never heard nobody call him anything but, and usually when folks get an odd nickname they like to tell the tale of how it came to be. Blamenco’s never heard that neither though, so he figures probably the man’s name really is Scratch and folks just say it’s fake to give him a hard time for it.

Anyway. Scratch’s youngest daughter is two years Blamenco’s senior, pretty as a daisy, and sick as a dog more often than not. Seems every time the seasons change or the the rain comes down too hard or a pig farts within a hundred miles of the Scratch house poor Lana’s laid up in bed wheezing and coughing into her handkerchief. Makes her unfit for field labor, but she finds other ways to be useful. Old Scratch comes to the family farm once or twice a month to make trades and get drunk on the porch with Grandpa, and most times he’ll bring baskets and scarves and all sorts of other things Lana made while she was holed up in bed. Grandma sends him back with fabric and good thread and any leftover rattan or willow they might have laying around.

On the days when Lana is feeling well enough to move about she likes to find herself chores to do, and she’s real stubborn about it and won’t listen when her family all tell her she aughtn’t push herself, so it’s happened once or twice that Lana went off on her own to gather herbs or berries or to check hunting traps or what have you and then didn’t come home quick enough and a whole search party had to be whipped up to go and find her wherever she’d collapsed all fevered and exhausted, and that’s where Blamenco comes in.

It’s improper for a boy and a girl to be off alone in the woods like this, but their families have been friends for a good long while now, so nobody’s looking sideways at poor Lana for tromping through the woods with Blamenco at her heels, and he’s big and strong enough to pick her up and carry her back home if the need arises. Stubborn enough to make her take breaks and rest, too, which is more than can be said for Lana’s own brother, who’s bigger and stronger than Blamenco by a good bit but who’s too soft on her by far.

Blamenco doesn’t mind it. The weather’s nice out, all cool and crisp this time of year, and for all he and Lana can hardly seem to be in the same room together without bickering he likes her company, and she likes his. One of these days he’ll even get her to admit it.

So he’s following her through the woods, holding her foraging basket for her and giving her a hand when she needs to hop across a creek or climb over a log or lift up some heavy thing to check underneath. They’re playing Would You Rather, spinning silly choices out of the air to pass the time, and Lana’s got him stumped between licking peanut butter off a hobo’s foot or getting locked in a cage with hungry tigers, and he’s so focused on trying to decide which of those awful things he’d have an easier time enduring (he’s leaning towards the tigers) that it takes him a good while to notice the heavy footsteps tromping through the woods towards them.

He doesn’t think much of it, at first. It’s clear from the sound that whoever it is ain’t used to these woods — branches are crackling and crunching all under their big clumsy feet — but there’s hardly a reason to assume the worst of somebody just for doing some exploring, or maybe the poor fella got lost and is wandering confused trying to find his way back to the path, so Blamenco slows and Lana does too, and they both turn to see who it is causing all that racket.

And then, well. Blamenco knows for sure the man must be lost, ‘cause he certainly don’t look like the sort who belongs in the woods. He’s dressed all fine in a yellow frock and gold rings on all his fingers, and his hair’s even got gold chains braided into it. Damn near every bit of him is sparkling with some kind of pretty thing when he comes all stumbling past the tree line and lands flat on his face on the ground. Blamenco doesn’t think he’s ever seen so many fine things all in one place before, and certainly never all on one person. Lana’s eldest sister Marnie got married to the tailor’s son at the start of the year, and she looked like a real princess at her wedding, but this man probably could have bought her whole dress with just one of the baubles in his ear.

So of course when the man shoves himself upright again Blamenco bows, ‘cause that’s what you do with royals and nobles and rich folk, and says with all his best manners “Good afternoon, sir. Are you lost?” at the same time as Lana bursts out laughing.

Lana don’t mean no harm, but man gets all puffed up offended by it, and Blamenco’s not sure what she’s laughing at anyhow until she points to the ground and Blamenco looks and sees the man’s fancy brocade boots all caked in mud. “Sorry!” Lana gasps, not sounding as sorry as she probably should. “Sorry, just — your nice things are all ruined, sir! What are you doing out here? You didn’t wear hiking boots?”

It ain’t just the boots, ‘neither. The man’s got sticks and leaves all in his hair, and his pretty frock coat is torn like he’s snagged it on something. Blamenco can see why Lana’s laughing about it, all those fine things all done-in by a walk in the woods. They crawled right through a blackberry thicket to get to this clearing, and other than some snarls in Lana’s long hair neither of them are the least disheveled from it. Fancy things may look real nice, but they don’t seem to be all that practical.

That’s about where it all starts going wrong. The man doesn’t seem to take kindly to being laughed at, even in as harmless a way as Lana did it, and he looks angry. Angrier maybe than Blamenco’s ever seen just about anybody who wasn’t the bad sort of drunk. “No,” He says, all seething through his teeth about it. “I didn’t wear fucking hiking boots, you bumpkin!”

He’s slurring a little when he says it, and when he comes stomping closer Blamenco catches a whiff of strong rum off of him, so maybe he is the bad kinda drunk. It’d explain why the man is stumbling confused through the woods in the first place. He comes to a stop in the little clearing and gets his first proper look at Blamenco and Lana and his face does something Blamenco doesn’t like. Something kinda like how the tailor’s son looks at Marnie, ‘cept instead of all warm it’s cold. Cold and hungry.

The fancy man stands up tall and tries to brush some of the debris off himself. It don’t work well — he’s got prickers all stuck deep in his yellow coat, those ain’t coming out without tweezers and a good sharp little knife. He swaggers a step closer, and stumbles a little one the next. It’s early in the day for a man to be this drunk, but maybe nobles don’t have to worry about their chores getting done like working folks do. Either way, he misses the first time he reaches for Lana’s face, which is good, ‘cause Lana doesn’t much seem like she wants him touching on her.

“Hey now,” Blamenco starts. The man talks like didn’t even hear him. “Well well,” he says, all deep in his chest. “You’ll have to forgive me, lovely, I didn’t realize I was speaking to such a beauty.”

Treating somebody nicer or worse based on how pretty or ugly they are is a dumb thing to do, but Blamenco maybe only thinks that ‘cause he’s ugly. Lana never talks much about looks — her own or anybody else’s — but she’s probably the prettiest girl Blamenco’s ever met, and she turns plenty of heads when she’s feeling well enough to go to town. When Blamenco goes with her to carry her bags and hold doors for her people laugh at the way they look together, with her all slender and beautiful and with her long dark hair looking like spun silk and him all pale and fat and following behind her like a troll. Lana always gets real angry when she hears people talking like that, and then she yells at them and tires herself out and has to go lay down with a cool damp rag over her eyes, but Blamenco’s never minded it much. He knows how he looks, and he’s not one to get all bent out of shape at being the butt of a joke. Folks like to laugh, and he’s an easy thing to laugh at. He laughs at himself too most days.

Still. There’s something about the way this man calls Lana beautiful that Blamenco doesn’t like, and that’s unusual. People are always calling Lana beautiful, and Blamenco’s always agreeing, but the fancy man says it like he means something else and more and more Blamenco’s starting to wonder if maybe he aughtn’t just scoop Lana up and take her home, even with this man still lost in the woods and her mushroom basket only half-full.

The fancy man says “What’s your name, pretty?” He tries to touch Lana’s face again. Lana backs away this time, and Blamenco gets a hand on her arm and pulls her behind himself. The fancy man blinks like he’s just remembering Blamenco even exists, and he looks at Blamenco with his face all twisted up and sour, but people look at Blamenco like that all the time, so he doesn’t take it to heart. He hopes Lana won’t try to yell at this man like she yells at the people in town, though.

This fella doesn’t seem like he’d take it well.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Ummm I thought about it and maybe this is what happened in Eden before the extermination days? Let me know if it’s good haha

In Eden:

Adam confused upon seeing all the angels surround Lucifer. Lilith and Eve tried to grab into him as he passes but he shrugs them off.

Adam: w-what’s going on?

Lucifer: Adam! You’re here!

Sera: Do not address the first human! You have betrayed fathers will!

Lucifer: shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!

Sera: Lucifer you have been found guilty on trying to corrupt humanity

Lucifer: corrupt!? Is that what you’re calling it!? It wasn’t corruption! I just wanted Adam!

Sera: You tried to give him the apple of knowledge before he was ready, before any of the humans were ready!

Lucifer: I love him!

Sera: you almost damned him!

Growling, Lucifers white wings begin to turn red. He turns to Adam who had come to close in his naive innocence

Lucifer: Adam! Adam! I love you! I love you so much! You can trust me okay! The other angels they lied to you, they’ve manipulated you! I’m the only one who’s looking out for you!

Adam: I don’t understand. Why are you hurting Lucifer?

Sera: stay back Adam, it’s for your own good

Adam: but lucifer has never hurt me

He moves closer towards the Angel. Lucifer seeing as it might be his wonky change grabs into Adam wrist

Lucifer: I love you Adam, don’t you see what they’re trying to do ? They’re trying to keep us apart!

Adam jumps as the ground below them begins to grumble away. He struggles to keep himself on the grassy ground of Eden.

Lucifer: remember what we talked about!? Remember what you said!? You told ME you don’t want to be controlled and dictated! That you don’t want to be used as a farming cow!

Adams eyes beginning tear up, growing wide with confusion. Lucifer is beginning to tug him down into the pit with him. It gets to the point where Adams on his knees at the edge of the hole.

Lucifer: You said you wanted to be free!? If you come with me now you can be free with me!

Adam is extremely overwhelmed and confused. Lucifers fingers are beginning to grow into black claws and are now piercing into Adam flesh. Horror struck Adam as horns begin to project from Lucifers head and a stream of blood runs down Lucifers face.

Lucifer: I love you Adam. I meant what I said about teaching you what love is…

Using divine magic, Sera intervenes in the nick of time and is able to save Adam from being dragged into the pit with Lucifer.

Adam is traumatised, confused and terrified at what just happened. He sits back on his knees as the ground closes up and eventually the angels return to heaven. Lilith and eve approach him in matching confusion.

Adam frowning while rubbing the bruising in his wrist: I don’t understand

Eve: me either. What did lucifer mean by all of that?

Lilith: I have an idea on how to figure it out

I guess it was liliths idea to share the apple that Lucifer had tried to feed to Adam, Adam refuses it but Eve eats it. The two girls are banished from Eden but Adam decides to go with them encase they need help. He does father children with both of them but there’s no romantic love between them. Adam becomes more of an uncle as Lilith and Eve grows to love one another and raise their children together as a family.

Still scared from what happened years ago in Eden, Adam keeps to himself. He doesn’t entertain relationships or love because lucifer frightened him that day. He has permeated scaring in his wrist from lucifer trying to take him to hell with him.

Once Adam dies and goes to heaven, he just wants to be a hermit and live in his room. He’s that socially awkward guy lol it was going great! Until word accidentally gets out to Lucifer that Adams in Heaven now and he has a shot!!

Cue unreasonable demands during the Hell and Heaven meetings and almost childish tantrums lol

Adam one day being taken to the headquarters of heaven by Emily. They meet sera waiting for them in the corridor. She appears annoyed, tired and stressed but she relaxes when she sees him.

Adam: um why do I have to attend this meeting?

Sera: it…let’s just say it’ll help everyone of you begin to attend these meetings Adam..

Adam confused

Emily smiling and eager to see what happens

On the other side of the realm, Lucifer is cockily sitting in the meeting chair and legs crossed on the table while looking at his claws.

Lucifer: wonder how they’ll deal with my new demands? It’s just a matter of time before I see my darling again ~

He glances at the thick red scroll sitting on the table with a crooked smirk. Unraveled it was almost the length of the whole pentagram city.

Lucifer: can’t wait to see sera’s face when she sees that

Lucifer you little shit lmao Him throwing the biggest bitch fit until he can see Adam again is the best thing I love that for him.

He almost got Adam to fall with him.

Bet he's still mad it didn't happen and that Sera was the one to stop it.

Is that scroll a list of demands? Damn!

Lucifer sitting there all smug as finally gets to see the love of his life again

[dancingtotuyo]

All Farms…

Javier Peña

Summary: Javier has to decide what to do with the ranch

Warnings/Tags: grief, loss, hurt (no comfort?), ranch/farm used interchangeably here.

Notes: I started this on Christmas after walking my grandparents farm which happens to be the same farm I lived on for the first 7 years of my life. My grandparents are getting older which has sparked a lot of conversation with what will happen to the farm when they're gone. Fast forward to now, I'm currently processing a lot of feelings this Easter weekend. I lost my step dad last year. He was a farmer too. After his cancer diagnosis, all of us kids (there are ALOT of us) came home for Easter. It was the last time I saw him look like himself and the last time we were all together before he died. In my processing, I started working on this piece again. It's one of those things I need to put out into the world for me. I hope for anyone else going through something similar, it brings you comfort or makes you feel not quite so alone.

Peep the cow picture. I took that one myself at Christmas :)

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All farms have a graveyard. One of lost memories and stories. Typically along a ridge or tree line, piled-up equipment that was never sold or broken beyond repair sits in overgrown piles and sunken earth. The old family car. The beat-up sports car or pickup truck each son or sometimes daughter inevitably thought they could fix only to spend hundreds of fruitless hours with one glory ride before it went haywire. Scrap metal torn from barn roofs pile up. Every tire imaginable is half buried in the earth. No farmer dares to clean out the graveyard. The moment you do, you’ll find use or need for the items thrown out. 

The Peńa’s graveyard sits between scattered trees at the bottom of the hill. Javier rarely makes his way to that side of the farm. They don’t use that space for cattle since his dad downsized the herd. He pretends there’s no reason for it, but it’s more than just broken down cars and scrap piles to Javier. It’s a ghost town of memories. 

There’s his mom’s ‘62 Ford. The one she drove his whole childhood. The vehicle that took them across town, to Sunday services, and hosted their many road trips. It’s where his Mom feels most tangible, her soft voice playing in his head singing to the radio. 

His first truck. The one he’d spent months fixing up, he kissed Sally Jones on a Saturday night and done much more with Vanessa Reyes. He’s proposed to Lorraine in that truck, driven past the church in it too. 

Chucho’s first American Harvester sits further back. His dad is so proud of that machine… or he was. 

The ache grows in Javier’s chest as he stands at the edge of the graveyard. He begged Chucho for years to clean this up. His dad always waved him off, stating that he would get to it someday. Except, Chucho didn’t make it to someday, and now it is Javier’s responsibility.  

His fingers twitch, desperate for the feel of a cigarette between them. Nicorette gum sits in his breast pocket instead. He’s working to quit again, picking the worst damn time to do it, but that’s life. 

He should probably bring the tractor down to pull everything out. It’s overwhelming with no good place to start. Digging around down there will only dig up the memories. Javier can’t deal with the memories right now, so he leaves the project for another day. He only needs to clean it up if he decides to sell the ranch. 

The house is quiet when he walks through the door. Javier is used to the subtle sounds of life- the coffee pot going, the tv running on low, Chucho’s boots on the linoleum, but it never comes. It won’t ever come again. 

Javier kicks off his boots, lining them right next to his dad’s. He hasn’t moved them. He’s not sure he will. 

He heads for the back of the house toward his room but stops at his Dad’s door. It’s shut tight as he places a hand on the wood. Javier hasn’t gone in there since picking out clothes. It’s a strange thing to pick out clothes for a dead man. How does one pick out what someone will wear for the rest of eternity? 

His hand lands on the knob, and it gives way with a squeak. The same squeak that used to echo down the hall, waking Javier up before the sun to let him know it was time for chores. Javier is flooded with the comforting scent of his father. It envelopes him, pulling tears into his eyes immediately. The bed is fixed just as Chucho had left it before he went out and started the chores just as he always did. Except that day, almost a month ago now, Chucho Peña didn’t return to the house. 

He collapsed in the field. He was already gone when Javier found him. He died alone and that hurt almost as much as the fact that he was gone. 

A thin layer of dust covers the surfaces in the room. He should clean it, but would it lose its smell then? In here, Javier feels surrounded by his father. The closest he can get to him. His room, the one he shared with Javier’s mother, is perfectly preserved. 

Javier dares to ease onto the bed and look at the world from Chucho’s perspective every day as he woke up. On the dresser, there’s a photo of his parents when they first started dating, and one from Javier’s high school graduation. On the bedside table, there’s a book with a bookmark halfway through, a picture from his parent’s wedding day, and another of Chucho on the tractor with Javier in his lap. He couldn’t have been older than two at the time. Javier traces it with his finger, wishes he could remember that moment, wishes he could go back in time and relive it all, even the bad days, and treasure it all, ask his dad more questions, called him more often.

Javier lays down on his parents' bed. Chucho’s scent is thicker here with Javier’s head on his pillow. Big, hot tears fall from the corners of his eyes dampening the pillow. He rests his hands over his chest, letting his eyes close. Javier can hear his voice now, his laughter, catches a hint of his mother’s as well. It’s Javier’s job to carry on their legacy.

All farms have a graveyard. One of lost memories and stories. No farmer dares to clean out the graveyard. When a tractor kicks the dust or that farm use pickup can only be stripped for parts, Javier follows in his father’s footsteps. He lays them to rest between scattered trees at the bottom of the hill.

[alittledizzy]

this a big ask and feel free to ignore but you seem like the right person to come to.

can you give like a dnf overview for those of us who know almost nothing but are sooo curious (minecraft? face reveal? queer?)(i follow for dnp lol)

Okay so... I'm gonna try and do a bullet point overview and for the purpose of not getting in the weeds I am not going into the controversies. I'll be happy to discuss that part - OFF anon.

Dream and George met on a Minecraft server when Dream was 16, George was 18/19 and became best friends.

When Dream decided to start youtube when he was 18, he asked George (and Sapnap) to come along with him. They both said yes.

In 2019, George started talking about moving to America. At the time Dream lived with his girlfriend, though they broke up by 2020. (George and the girlfriend did not get along. But that's also a whole other can of worms because she fucked Dream up pretty badly with consistent cheating and verbal/physical abuse.)

Plans for George to move to the US got more concrete and at some point over 2021 became him moving into a house with Dream and Sapnap.

Dream also came out multiple times in this general period of time. He came out in a post on reddit, on twitter, and on a stream. He does not explicitly state that he's bisexual, but he does explicitly state he isn't straight.

Sapnap had already moved in with Dream for Dream's protection since he was being swatted pretty regularly. Dream had plans for a face reveal but people were stalking and harassing him both to 'reveal' him and also because at this point the Kiwi Farms targeted attack on him had gained a lot of steam.

Speaking of: George used face cam pretty regularly, but Dream did not face reveal. Based on things he's said it seems pretty clear he was trying to lose weight but at some point set the goal of face revealing once George was in America because he wanted George to see his face before anyone else.

George applied for his Visa and would have had about a 6-9 month wait, and then was denied. He had to apply a second time, and wait another extended period of time, which put it September 2022 when his visa finally was approved. This means they'd known each other for seven years and he'd been trying to move to the US to live with Dream for three years at that point.

George arrived in the US and Dream posted his first video with a face camera on. George posted a vlog meeting Dream irl for the first time, which is a great starting point for a watch.

In terms of the ship stuff: they've always had a heavily flirtatious relationship and Dream is open about how attractive he finds George. They've acknowledging having a conversation about if they'd date or not.

Once in a while Dream will reiterate that they're not dating, and we know he spent 2023 having a variety of hookups but no confirmed relationships. (Which lines up with his long history of women that flirt with him complaining he'll be great to them and make them feel good but always says he doesn't want a relationship.)

2023 was pretty wild for them in terms of nonstop travel, events, and making very little content besides Dream's music. So far in 2024 we've seen a complete 180 of that and Dream and George have noy traveled at all, staying at home in Orlando together. (Sapnap has traveled and spent time in LA, but alone.)

This is partially due to controversy, I'm sure, but also seems to be just in line with a rededicating of themselves to Minecraft and content impending. They're working on a project that hopefully will come out soon.

Right now in terms of what they've publicly told us, they're just in the category of Super Not Normal About Each Other. Here are a few of the Not Normal things that are just fun from a shippy pov:

Before George moved, they were open about living most of their life on a call together. This includes sleep calling and staying on the phone while taking showers.

One of Dream's early videos was gifting his friends money to thank them for supporting him. He gave Sapnap and another friend $500 each. He gave George $5000.

Dream took 'am I in love with my best friend' quizzes on stream twice with George on the call and neither treated it quite like a joke.

Dream sent George an oversized Dream hoodie which George has worn repeatedly and even admitted to spraying with cologne before he'd put it on. Dream took pictures of George in the hoodie (a private call, not one fans were in on) and then later shared them saying they were the cutest pictures of George ever.

The first time we really got to see them interact irl at length was a stream they did around Christmas. Here's a supercut that just really shows the vibe between them.

Initially in late 2022 Dream was wearing a very specific chain. At some point in January 2023, George started wearing that chain (the specific one Dream used to wear) and has not been spotted without it since.

At one of his concerts Dream described George as a friend he just met a year ago that he's so in love with.

The entire song Spotlight which everyone immediately associated with George, to George's embarrassment and pride.

And there's obviously way more... but I feel like this is a good starter kit for Them.

[drewharrisonwriter]

One Day at a Time - Ch. 9: Farmer’s Market

Pairings: Dave York x Female Reader

Series Summary: A man washed ashore, with no memory, and no name, finds a home and a life in the middle of nowhere.

Author's Notes: This story has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment to see the light of day. It wasn't until recently that I found the inspiration to finally finish the last two chapters, thanks to the incredible Keri @absurdthirst. Her story, "Washed Up," struck a chord with me—it had such a similar plot and concept to what I had in mind, and it reignited my passion to bring this piece to life. Keri's writing has been a constant source of solace and inspiration, and I'm endlessly grateful for her creativity and the way she crafts stories that speak to the soul. If you haven’t checked out her work, you absolutely should!

Warnings: Please be aware that this story contains elements of violence, explicit sexual content, and pregnancy. Additionally, there are medical inaccuracies throughout—because I don’t work in the medical field, so please take it all with a grain of salt. Enjoy the ride, and thank you for reading! 😊

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As the months passed, the farm began to settle into a new rhythm. The initial shock and loneliness after Dave’s return to his old life had slowly been replaced by a sense of determination. You were carrying his child, and that gave you a reason to keep moving forward.

With the demands of running the farm becoming more challenging as your pregnancy progressed, you realized you couldn’t manage everything on your own. Tom, your long-time farm hand, had been reliable so as long as you do the morning chores, but even with his help, there were tasks that required more than what you could offer in your current condition.

That’s when you decided to hire an additional farm hand. Nick came highly recommended by a neighboring farm. He was younger, strong, and had a quiet demeanor that immediately put you at ease. From the moment he arrived, Nick proved himself capable, quickly integrating into the daily operations alongside Tom. The two of them worked well together, allowing you to focus more on your work, your health and the upcoming birth of your daughter.

With Nick and Tom managing the heavy lifting, the farm continued to thrive. The vegetables grew strong, the animals were well cared for, and you found yourself with enough energy and time to focus on preparing for the baby’s arrival. One of your projects was turning Dave’s old bedroom into a nursery.

You spent hours each day in that room, painting the walls, arranging the furniture, and folding tiny clothes. It was therapeutic, in a way—a chance to focus on the future, even as the memories of the past lingered in the corners of your mind. As you worked, you often found yourself talking to the baby, imagining the day you would finally meet your child.

One afternoon, as you arranged a set of small wooden blocks on a shelf, you spoke softly to your growing belly, a foot poking out of one side. “Your daddy used to sleep in this room, you know? He’d probably think it’s good that we’re turning it into a nursery.”

You paused, running a hand over your belly, feeling the slight flutter of movement. “I wonder what you’ll be like… I hope you have his eyes, and his smile. He had a nice smile… when he used it.”

The baby kicked again, and you smiled, placing both hands on your belly. “You’re getting strong, little one. I can’t wait to meet you. I hope you like the farm. It’s quiet here, but it’s a good place. You’ll see.”

Meanwhile, your weekends were spent at the local farmer’s market, selling produce and other products created from your humble farm. The market was bustling with activity, filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of fresh produce and homemade goods. It was a welcome distraction from the solitude of the farm, and you found yourself looking forward to it each week.

It was at the market that you first met Rob. An older man with a kind smile and a gentle demeanor, Rob had a way of making everyone feel at ease. He reminded you of your stepfather, who had helped raise you and had long since passed on. There was a warmth in Rob’s eyes, a quiet strength that drew you to him, and before long, you found yourself looking forward to seeing him every weekend.

But beneath Rob’s kind exterior, there was something more—something you couldn’t see. Rob knew more about you than you realized. He had been watching, observing from the shadows, long before you ever went to DC. Rob wasn’t just a friendly face at the market; he was Robert McCall, and he knew that Dave was still alive.

McCall had always had a way of uncovering the truth, and Dave’s supposed death had been no exception. While everyone else believed Dave York was gone, McCall had his doubts. He had tracked the currents, studied the tides, and pieced together the clues that others had missed. When he finally traced Dave’s path to your small seaside town, he knew it was only a matter of time before the past came knocking on your door.

As he got to know you, McCall’s suspicions were confirmed. He saw the way you talked about the man who had been in your life—the man you believed to be just a lost soul who had washed ashore. McCall knew better. He knew that Dave York was more than just a survivor; he was a man with a past that couldn’t be outrun.

Despite his suspicions, McCall had kept his distance, waiting, watching. He knew Dave would return eventually. Men like Dave didn’t just disappear—they always came back, drawn by the ties they couldn’t sever, the connections they couldn’t forget.

One Saturday at the market, as you and Rob chatted about the latest harvest, “You’ve done well for yourself,” Rob said, his tone as warm as ever. “The farm’s thriving, and you’re about to be a mother. It’s no small feat.”

You smiled, appreciating the compliment. “It’s been hard work, but it’s worth it. I just want to make sure everything’s ready for the baby.”

Rob nodded, his eyes glinting with a hint of something unreadable. “You’re strong, that’s clear. But strength comes from facing what’s ahead, not just what’s behind.”

His words lingered in the air, and you felt a momentary unease, though you couldn’t pinpoint why. “Thanks, Rob. That means a lot.”

As you walked away, you felt a slight shiver, as if sensing the undercurrents of something you couldn’t quite understand. But you shook it off, focusing instead on the tasks ahead—preparing the nursery, running the farm, and getting ready for the arrival of your baby.

McCall watched you go, his mind already a few steps ahead. He knew that Dave would return, and when he did, McCall would be ready. But for now, he would bide his time, keeping close, waiting for the moment when the past would catch up with the present.

Next Chapter 👉🏻

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Why Didn't you Ask?

Okay, so, from my lovely friend @mrsarthurmorgan7 I have a request with chubby Arthur and chubby reader, which of course I LOVE writing, I always love to write something inclusive like that, especially considering I'm a part of the chubby girls.

The premise is as follows: (Modern) Reader sees Arthur chopping wood and gets a little...worked up. Arthur comes in to clean up and happens to notice.

SO...I'm excited, let's get started!!

Warnings: Chubby Reader, Chubby Arthur, NSFW 18+, Female Reader, fluff, Modern AU, female self pleasure, go to confession for sure after this one, vulgar language

You and Arthur had finally moved in together. It should have happened quite a while ago, but the both of you had been...well, not shy, but apprehensive.

Arthur loves you, and you love him, but the both of you have had some bad luck in life, neither of you blamed the other for being a little...nervous.

But now that the two of you had finally moved in together, it's been absolutely lovely.

You love waking up next to him, even if it's by a loud phone alarm alongside a grumpy Arthur.

He loves it too, not having to travel so far to see you anymore, being able to come home to see you, it brings a smile to his face no matter how shitty his day may have been.

The house the two of you decided to spring for was...in short, Arthur as a house.

It was a nice ranch house, white siding with a brick entrance way, a covered porch, and two stories. Plenty of land too, Arthur was so excited to finally have room to work on some project cars.

Not that he'd had the time or money to buy them just yet.

Right now he was outside, working by himself, chopping wood for the coming winter.

Though it was hot as hell right now, at least eighty five out.

You'd brought him some water earlier, which had earned you a quick kiss on the cheek, and a tap on the ass as you walked away.

You sat on your covered porch with the fan going, rocking on one of the rocking chairs the two of you had purchased.

The book in your hands was keeping you busy, or at least it had been, until you looked up and noticed your boyfriend had removed his shirt and tossed it somewhere else.

Arthur was a chubby man, in the best way possible.

That 'farm strength' people always talked about. He had some fat on him, but his arms and back couldn't be trifled with.

You always got so mesmerized by the way his arms moved, and christ, the size of his chest drove you nuts.

That coupled with the body hair he had, so deliciously placed, not too thick, not too thin...

You seem hypnotized, the book forgotten in your hands, as you watch him swing the axe down onto another piece of wood.

The muscles of his shoulders, and biceps move so fluidly god...you could imagine his forearm around your throat...that voice of his in your ear....

Each swing of the axe you watched his biceps flex, when he turned slightly you could see his back too...and you couldn't help but think about how his back felt under you hands, your legs around his waist..

Everything about him was so....enticing. it always had been.

You cross your legs, and dog ear your book page, placing the book down on the little table in-between the two rocking chairs.

His hands were massive, even just on the axe handle, they were massive.

They always felt...so...so good all over your body, your hips, your thighs, your neck...

You swallow and shuffle again, your thoughts beginning to get to you, the images of the two of you in bed starting to flood your mind like the plauge.

"Christ..."

You mumble to yourself, every movement is mesmerizing, the little grunt he gives with the swing of the axe and then the toss of the wood.

You wondered briefly how long he'd sit there and cut wood.

He swings the axe again, grunting as the axe slices through the wood.

You again cross your legs, and after a moment or so you quietly get up, and head inside.

You didn't want to bother him, not while he was working, but you could feel the wetness gathering between your legs.

It hadn't taken much for you to get that slick...

You head upstairs to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Normally you'd put a towel down on the bed, but at the moment you couldn't care less.

You open the bottom drawer of your side table and pull out one of your favorite toys, that had honestly been a gag gift at first but quickly proved to be...quite fantastic.

One of those stupid 'clone a willy' things, that you'd surprised Arthur with, it was meant to be kind of silly, but, you'd used it one time while he was at work, and it was...fantastic, if filled you up just as well as he did.

You climb onto bed, and shuffle out of your bottoms, tossing them to the side without care.

You start slow, teasing yourself with just your hand first, gently running your finger over your slit, easily at first, no harsh movements.

You don't want to dive in immediately.

Your fingers continue like their travel, slowly, just barely slipping past your folds, just to collect some of your slick.

Finally you slowly push your fingers in, two at first, you play with yourself, wanting to get yourself prepped for the toy.

It was just as big as Arthur was....you'd need just a little bit of help..

Soon you add a third finger, shuffling your hips up against your hand, trying to muffle moans as you help yourself.

You curl your fingers, feeling your inner walls, curling faster and faster, your clit brushing against your palm, small whimpers coming out of you.

Finally you can't take it, and reach for the toy, you fingers are replaced with the tip of it, then you slowly push it further in, stifling a moan at the size.

Arthur would have been better.

Even though it was his cock...He'd be better. His voice, his body...he would have been better.

You begin to move the toy, pulling it out and pushing it back in, slowly at first, before you begin to speed it up, rocking your hips up against it.

You try to be quiet but you can't stop the moan that escapes your throat.

"Arthur~" You moan his name, your free hand going to your breast, shoving it under your sports bra.

You were too far gone to really hear anything, so you missed it when the door closed as Arthur came in.

Didn't hear it when he called your name, curious as to where you were, and certainly didn't hear it when he climbed the stairs.

He however, did hear you.

He was smart enough to understand that wasn't a call for help.

Arthur opened the door slowly, not wanting to startle you, and he was absolutely floored with the sight he saw.

Hell if he had his phone on him he would have been recording you.

Your legs spread wide on the bed as you fucked yourself relentlessly with a toy, the toy of HIS cock.

He felt a sudden rush downwards at the thought. Out of all the toys you had, you'd picked the one that was a direct clone of HIM.

He pushes the door open further and that's when you realize he's there.

You gasp and close your legs instinctively, your hand still keeping the toy pressed deep inside you.

You try to pull the covers over yourself with your free hand only for your wrist to be caught by Arthur's hand, your face flushing as he looks down at you.

"Now Darlin'...why'd you wanna go and cover up such a beautiful sight for?"

He smirks at you, pushing your hand down to the bed, leaning down and kissing your throat, he smells of sweat from working outside, as well as a faint scent of his cologne.

His lips graze your ear as he speaks quietly.

"Shoulda asked Princess....you know I always love makin' you scream...Up here shovin' an imitation of my cock into you when you can have the real thing."

He sucks at a sensitive spot right where your jaw and ear meet, murmring against your skin.

"Legs spread like a whore....jus' for me, and you were gonna let me miss out on it..."

He chuckles quietly.

"Tell me Sugar...what'd I do this time that got you so wet?"

You swallow, your face, throat and chest red.

"S...sorry, I should have..."

You start to apologize, Arthur's smirk was not making things any easier.

"You should have what, Sugar?"

"Should have asked..."

"Shoulda asked..."

He smiles and you feel the bed shift as he climbs onto the bed over you.

"You saw me out there, swinging the axe, watchin' my arms hmm? My chest...I know just how much you love my chest, you love my arms...Bet you were thinkin' about just how nice it'd be to have my hands on your throat..."

He grins, his hand gently gliding up over your breast, then over your collarbones and before you realize it his hand is around your throat.

"Thinkin' about just how good I pound you hmm? That toy ain't good enough...Might feel like me but it don't move like me."

You shake your head.

"No it doesn't...it's not as good as you Arthur..."

He smirks his other hand moving down, pushing your legs apart, though, rather than removing the toy like you expected, you watch as he grabs the base of it, and slowly pulls it out before slamming it back into you.

"I think I'll fuck you this way for a bit, hmm? Make you beg for the real thing."

"Arthur~"

"Mmm...you always sound so pretty when you moan for me like that Princess..."

He starts to pump the toy in and out of you, finding a pace as he hovers over you.

"This one must be your favorite yeah? Some...imitation of the real thing, the closest you can get when you can't get me...So desperate for my cock and you don't even bother to hide it...Bringin' that kit home...Tellin' me you needed me hard so you could make it..."

He smirks, shoving the toy back into you roughly once more, making you moan loudly.

"You remember that Sugar...remember how you made me sit there, hard while you made a copy of my cock, made me sit there, watch you put on a show so I could stay that way while the mold hardened....Remember just how well I fucked you after that?"

"I do..Ye..yeah..."

You breathe out quietly, remembering, exactly what he was talking about.

"Remember how good I had you screamin'? Yellin'; 'Arthur! Arthur! Oh God Arthur, don't stop!' had you beggin'..."

He keeps his pace going, pumping the toy in and out of you, listening as he drags more moans out of you, you feel like you're getting slicker by the minute.

"Arthur please...please-"

You whine, reaching your arms up and wrapping them around Arthur's still bare shoulders.

"Please what Darlin'?"

"I need you...Please I want you...not the toy I want you...please, please...please-"

You murmur over and over again, already you've seemingly become incoherent.

"Want me? Be more specific."

"Please I want the real thing..please Arthur, I want your cock, I want you inside of me, please~"

"Atta Girl..."

He grins widely, and you watch as he pulls the toy out, making you groan at the sudden loss.

He's quick to unbuckle his pants and shove them off.

His dick is already hard, and you can feel it against your thigh as he finishes getting his pants off.

He doesn't take his time, in fact he's lining himself up with your heat as quickly as he can.

You moan quietly as he slips in, it's not a huge difference, considering the toy was him, but the feeling wasn't the same, not when it was actually him.

He pushes all the way, until you're full up to the hilt, his heavy sack pressed against you.

"Arthur...Art..."

You mumble, moving your hands up over his chest, threading your fingers through the chest hair there, looking towards his happy trail.

"I know baby...I know...feels good don't it?"

You answer simply with a soft whimper and nod.

"You're so good to me Arthur..."

You manage.

"You're good to me Sweetheart, lettin' me be so deep inside you right now..."

He leans down and kisses the center of your collarbone as his hand tightens slightly around your throat.

He begins to rock against you, out, in, out, in.

It's slower at first, but it's not long at all before he's thrusting his cock deep inside you at a pace that makes you scream.

"That's it Princess...make the neighbors hear it, who's fuckin' you good?"

He growls in your ear, his face a massive, shit eating grin.

"You Arthur, you!"

"Good Girl."

"I am, I am, I'm a good girl, yours Arthur, your good girl-"

You ramble on as he pounds into you, a hand on your throat the other on your hip, his pace relentless.

"Lookatchu... look at those fuckin' thighs...God I love those..."

He squeezes your hip, then moves his hand to your thigh, grabbing it tightly.

"You were any smaller I don't think I'd like this as much...Love the way you look like this, beggin for me, ramblin' on like you don't know who you are, those thighs of your hooked around me..."

You moan as he continues to talk, your legs doing just as he describes, hooking his legs around him.

"Perfect shape...love how soft you are...makes fuckin' you so much better."

You lean up, shoving your face against his neck, kissing him there, trying to keep the moans at a minimum.

Arthur's pace never stops, a wicked smirk on his face every time you call his name.

Pretty soon you feel your stomach tensing, that pleasure building up in your heat, and like a sudden burst you're squeezing around him, shaking as your thighs close around his hips.

His name slips through your lips as you feel his hips begin to get erratic, the pace changing up.

"Fuck...Princess...Princess....I'm...shit..."

"Fill me up Arthur...Please, I want it, give it to me, I want it..."

"Christ woman..."

Arthur groans deeply as his hips stutter and he presses his forehead to yours a cacophony of groans and moans leaving his lips, your name too as you feel the warmth of his seed against your inner walls.

The two of you breath heavily for a moment, eyes closed.

Arthur chuckles quietly and smiles.

"Ask next time Sweetheart...'specially if I'm home."

"Yes sir."

"Atta girl."

[bomberqueen17]

sewing other things

OK so. I have talked about the Loftus Bralette so much on here that one could be forgiven for chuckling gently when i said I should sew other things. But I do actually have several other projects I've been wanting to work on. And i have actually cut some of them out.

Also when I was last at the farm my niece brought me some of her t-shirts and said "I really like this one can we cut it apart and re-sew it bigger so I can still wear it", and I remembered that her BFF's mom, who works at the farm twice a week doing the books and managing store inventory, owns a serger she didn't know how to thread, so I texted her to ask if I could borrow it and indeed she had accidentally unthreaded it and there was a stuck lever and needed me to fix it anyway, and maybe I mentioned that on here but I did actually make my niece a couple of tunics while I was last at the farm. Including hand-sewing a whole bunch of details on the last one while the family was driving on a road trip one weekend.

So I brought all that stuff home with me and was hoping to get to work on it this week. All I've sewn has been the bralettes but I still have today. We'll see what I can get done.

I measured Farmkid and she's ten years old so her shape isn't the same as that of an adult woman, but she's five feet two and like 130 lbs, and some of her measurements put her in a women's size 12. So. She expressed interest in a garment I wear frequently, a Studio Tunic from Sew Liberated. I printed off the pattern in a size 12 and have assembled it, but I'm stuck deciding what fabric to use for her. I should decide that today. She's ten, her favorite color is ostensibly yellow but she mostly wears pinks and purples, she's a grubby kid who wipes her hands on her shirt and always winds up with stains on the belly of her shirt still, and she wants this tunic I think largely so she can cram her tablet into the pocket and go climb trees while listening to audiobooks on speaker. So I want a bright color but not too pale, and I want a tough fabric but not unbreathable, and I'm just. Deciding, still.

Probably what I should do is use some undyed fabric I own, and then bring my supplies and let her tie-dye it. I have a couple other things I could tie-dye, or will by then. That would be a fun bonding activity. I don't know if I'll have time to do it this trip though. So maybe I'll postpone the project and ask her for help once she's on summer break. (Good luck catching her, kids these days have so many summer camps.) As a bonus I bet I could loop her BFF and BFF's Mom in on the tie-dyeing, they're both into that shit.

Hell we could do ice-dyeing, the farm has a 1000-lb ice machine that is very frequently turned on (weekly for the market, biweekly for chicken processing-- there could be ice available at pretty much any time lol).

So anyway. I know she wants me to make a tunic out of a trio of large-print cat shirts she's outgrown, and she wants to wear it for her 5th grade moving up day ceremony, and I looked at it while I was home but I haven't done it yet. I need to get my shit together.

What I might do is print off a size 12 version of the t-shirt pattern I own, it's just that it's designed for busty women because I'm a busty woman, and she's Not, yet (oh, she will be. soon. but not yet.) so I have to kind of. Well, I own a pattern for a swing tunic that's close to what she wants actually. Oh, I should just print that one off. (The joy of the Cashmerette Club subscription patterns is that you get all the sizes, 0-30, and I've now made a couple of them for smaller friends, because like. I mean I own the pattern! PDF patterns are so great because you can reprint them in the smaller size instead of trying to trace it off. I never ever got the hang of tissue paper patterns.)

Yeah here this one, the Wexford Top/Dress, would be easy enough to kind of carve out the bust curve a little and make it fit a kid, because it's not meant to be that fitted. I'll just sort of use that as a general guideline and then make the cut-out-and-patchworked t-shirts fit into that approximate silhouette. The way I made the other tunics for her, I just used a shirt whose neck and shoulders still mostly fit her. But these cat shirts she's thoroughly outgrown, so making a new neck/shoulder area would be best.

Orrrrrr.... I could use one of the zillion old t-shirts of mine that I've saved to cut up. The neck/shoulders of a fully adult-sized garment are no longer too big for her. That's easier.

I also have a bunch of garments I want to make for myself, as I don't seem to buy clothes much anymore (I can't bring myself to pay $40 for a dress off the clearance rack that won't fit me and will mostly be polyester and won't be that interesting and will pill the first time I wash it). The Club's latest pattern is a skort/shorts/skirt dealie, and I need more shorts all the time-- I've largely given up on underpants and just wear boxer-briefs or anti-chafe shorts and I just don't see the point now of wearing a pair of panties and then shorts over the top under my skirt. Like. Just wear the shorts! So being able to choose the materials and print and look of that would be pretty great. And the Cashmerette one is inseam-less, like my favorite anti-chafe shorts are.

So I have cut out a pair of just the shorts in a clearance cotton mesh from Dharmatrading, and I even have the correct elastic for the waistband, so that kind of rules. I will sew those up as soon as I get a chance. I would like to make several skorts as well, probably from synthetic ponte or something, but my ideal would be to get some decent merino/nylon jersey and do a few from that. You never see merino skorts but I would wear the shit out of those.

I also have a lovely underpants pattern from the Club from ages ago, and while I rarely wear underpants of that style anymore, I would like having some cute matchy ones to go with the bralettes. Also, I have a shitton of foldover elastic, and I suspect I could use foldover elastic in some of the bralettes I want to make, so I want to get proficient in its use, and there are directions for applying it in the underpants directions, and it seems like a good way to practice. So I cut a muslin of those from the same cotton mesh as the shorts, and just have to sew the pieces together.

I also want to make myself more pretty dresses, and I have parts of a new Studio Tunic for myself already cut out, but not the rest.

And I recently made myself the button-up shirt from the Club, I know I posted about it on here. And I wanted to immediately make myself several more, and I got out some fabric and prepared it and cut out one pattern piece and then ran out of time. So yesterday I finally cut out the rest of the shirt from this fabric, a print from Mood covered in tiny dinosaurs. So I have that all ready to go in a plastic baggie too, just waiting for me to have time to sit and sew it. (Once I do that, I would really like to make myself a dress version of it from the cool green not-quite-seersucker I got from that remnant bolt at Promenade Fabrics in New Orleans.)

AND. i also have resolved to make my BFF, the one in Rochester who I lived with for a bit in the pandemic, with the little kids-- MM-- I am going to make her a sloper, before I see her next weekend, or maybe while I see her next weekend if i don't get to it in time argh, and I am going to at least try that on her and figure out approximately what shape she is so that I can put together a master pattern for her to make herself dresses from. I took her measurements ages ago, and she's a 14CD bust, a 16 waist, and an 8 hip in Cashmerette's sizing, and so I think just making a sloper with those sizes all graded together will be a huge start. And then we can mildly tweak the fit for her frame, and-- the thing is, she's always buying custom dresses on Etsy because what she wants is very specific and not usually available in stores, and then the dresses come and don't fit her so she has to get them tailored, and then they were just made of cheap quilting cotton from Joann's so they wear out after she washes them a few times, and she's had to add on pockets anyway because they didn't have them.

So I just feel like if I could get her a paper master pattern that fit her... heck i could even just make her dresses if *I* had the pattern. It would be easier and more efficient. I could do the basic construction and then turn over the pockets and embellishments to her, which is what she does anyway. So that's my goal there, and we'll see if I can reach it.

Anyway. If only I didn't have to work at all and could just sew all the time. I am not the first person to say this, LOL.

I have a lot of irons in the fire but at the moment am trapped under a cat so those irons are not going anywhere.

[symphonic-scream]

Okay hear me out

Persona 5 Stardew Valley au

So we've got the animal seller, Haru, who's parents divorced when she was young. She spent her teen years in the city with her father, but once an adult she decided to live with her mom, and has fallen in love with country life

Makoto has lived in town her whole life. Her older sister left to have a fancy city job, and thinks Makoto is wasting her talents and smarts by staying to keep up the family tradition. Makoto knows someone has to protect the town, and gladly draws her sword to do so. She trains by cutting down trees for the local artist and for town projects

Ryuji is a former golden child. He was going to be a star athlete, but an accident took it from him. He's not really doing anything at the moment, just working on loving life again. His Ma is the bus driver

Shiho moved to town after a similar incident to Ryuji, only she puts all she is into work, to have a place so when they're adults, her girlfriend can leave her family behind so they can be together. She only recently took over the carpentry business from her mentor, and her girlfriend Ann helped expand the business to include furniture and house decor, with design input

The pub in town in Leblanc. While the owner, Sojiro, specializes in coffee, he'll accept local foods to make dishes by request of the townspeople. His daughter Futaba is a recovering shut in, and his wife Wakaba runs the town clinic, with her med student Tae

Yusuke appeared one day, having sold all he had to find a font of inspiration. He fell for the valley, and at first lived in a tent near the mountain. Makoto, who nearly mistook him for a monster, invited him to stay on her family's property. He mostly paints, but does sculptures for order from the nearby city to pay his share of living costs

The town blacksmith is named Munehisa Iwai. He's the broody type, but cares for his son a whole lot. He's just, not good at showing it. He often requests things his kid would like

The town store used to belong to an older man, but he passed it on to a wayward boy and his younger brother, both whom he met by chance. The boys, then in foster care, lived with him until he became too old and ill go run the store. Akira and young Morgana still keep the Velvet Room running, even if old man Igor is living in Hospice

And, the mayor, Lavenza. She's very new to the position, which used to be Igor's. She's hoping to improve the town a lot, and is caring for her younger twin sisters

A strange man lives on the beach, with a strange talent for fishing. Goro doesn't talk about who he was before he moved there. It's behind him.

The library is run by Hifumi, who wants to reopen the museum portion after her parents sold the artifacts to keep it from closing. Hifumi thinks a museum would inspire tourists to donate,

And, finally, our farmer.

Sumire feels lost. Her sister died, her parents can't speak to her without crying, and she feels, trapped, so she impulsively quits her profession. She finds a letter from her grandfather, with the deed to a farm. Needing a reset, she leaves the city and life behind to live in a small town in the valley, where no one knows her, or her sister.

To clear things up, Makoto and Ryuji both grew up in town, have been friends the whole time. Futaba has been in town since she was 6, Hifumi was born there, and Akira and Morgana have been there since they were 14 and 6, now about 21 and 13. Shiho and Ann were in Ryuji's class at school, since they had to travel to a nearby city for school. Haru moved there when she was 18, Yusuke and Goro appeared around 19-20.

Anyways. Talk to me about this

(I'm open to any ships for it pretty much, but I will say I have Okujima in it.)

[jedimandalorian]

A sneak peek at one of my @sabezraweek projects:

Neither of them had noticed how the Noti had gathered to watch them from a distance, pointing and giggling amongst themselves. Some hopped up and down and hugged one another, happy that their strange, tall guardian had found himself a female of his own species to woo, for surely that is what this must be. He was preparing a meal for just the two of them to share, along with intimate conversation. Then, the Noti decided, he would ask her to share his pod, and if she accepted, perhaps there would be a wedding to celebrate, and eventually some little human younglings to join their tribe, or so they had hoped. Their dear friend had been so terribly lonely for so long.

Ezra and Sabine heard none of this, of course, because they were far too deep in a conversation about the adventures of a farm boy from a planet with twin suns who became the Jedi who defeated Vader and his Emperor (or so it was said), as well as the adventures of the brave Rebel princess that they had both met so many years before. She was a Jedi, too, and had fallen in love with and married a Corellian smuggler. They sat very close together, huddling under Ezra’s worn, handwoven blanket of sherpiru wool, eating their vegetable stew and sipping on hot tea as the sun set behind the mountains, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange that was reflected by the still surface of the lake for a fleeting, glorious moment.

The Noti scrambled to their pods or pretended to make themselves busy around their own campfires as the two humans washed their bowls and cups, kettle and stewpot in the lake water and put out their campfire. As the two arrived back at the largest pod in the caravan, there were a few more whispers and giggles among the Noti. They had overheard part of the humans’ conversation, and a few of the Noti were able to decipher what it meant, translating it for the others. What they heard went something like this.

“First you make dinner for me, then you ask me to stay the night. I think this is moving pretty fast for a first date,” Sabine teased, and Ezra’s cheeks darkened with embarrassment.

“Sabine, you know that I would never take advantage of—”

Her eyes danced with mirth as they met his. “I know. I was only teasing.”

He opened the pod door for her and followed her inside. Ezra was surprised that young Froto had gone to stay with the Longshell family for the night, leaving Sabine and Ezra alone in the pod, except for Tota, of course, who had gone hunting in the foothills, had his satisfied his hunger and thirst for the night, and was already curled up in a big ball of fur at one end of the pod, leaving plenty of space for Ezra to lay out his bedroll for the night.

The pod door closed and the Noti heard no more after that.

[armpirate]

Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 1

MASTERLIST || Next

Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events. 

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with. 

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months. 

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate. 

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position. 

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel. 

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was. 

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it. 

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself. 

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

Y/n was looking at all of her things, piled ones among the others, at one of the corners of Lizzie's guest room. All her life, ever since she decided to move to the big city, were inside those bags and the three boxes she carried all the way from Abbey Wood to Fitzrovia.

Three weeks back, everything she carried inside was well displayed and placed in the house she shared with Andrew, a place his parents bought for him so he'd have somewhere to settle and start his family -a family that she thought they'd start together when he asked her to move in three years into their relationship. With every day that passed, a future with him seemed to be closer and brighter, and the sound of giggles and small feet running around the house kept sounding louder. She didn't think that she'd hear those giggles and smiles so soon, nor that they'd belong to her -then- boyfriend and the waitress of a restaurant they kept going to -with the excuse of the chicken being extremely good to go somewhere else.

Disappointment and sadness were soon replaced by rage when she remembered exactly when she found them out, and how she was dying to run back home because one of the projects she had been working hard for was handed to someone else instead of her. She ran back to their shared place, looking for comfort and peace, and instead she found betrayal and... mess. All she could see was the dust that her whole life falling to pieces was creating all in front of her eyes, as she fought her need to cry.

—It's not what it seems —he yelled—. I didn't expect you to be so early.

Yeah, because she was actually convinced she'd spend the night celebrating the new work with her new team, instead of running to the earliest bus stop that'd get her back home to such a horrible scene.

Of course she was the one to blame for being early, and not him for being a cheating bastard.

She had dealt with all of his flaws for the past four years because she loved him. Every time he avoided going to one of her business dinners because he didn't think he'd be useful there, she let it pass. Every time he changed their romantic dinners to meet with his parents, she agreed to it. Every time she mentioned a future together and he dodged the conversation, she excused it with how young they were. They were still twenty five, there was no point in rushing it. But reality hit her that day. He was never planning on a future with her. At least, not a serious one. He kept her around because she just allowed him to do everything he wanted, with no questions or doubts from her side.

She kept eating all of her feelings and thoughts, because she thought a relationship was all about sacrifices and seeing the person you love happy. But if that was the way she was going to be repaid, she didn't want any of it anymore.

She stopped dreaming of a happy married life, she stopped looking forward to forming a family, and she was almost going to accept that she'd be stuck in that job position with shitty tasks that didn't require her brain to work too hard, for the rest of her life.

All effort has its reward? Fuck whoever said that, because clearly it wasn't the case for her.

She wiped the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks, moving the reverse of her hand over her skin. Angry at Andrew, angry at her company, and especially angry at herself. Because it was her decisions that brought her where she was in that moment.

Interrupting her internal rant, Lizzie knocked on the door, and after all she got was silence from the inside, she opened it carefully. She silently sneaked in and sat next to her friend, not saying a word, just trying to comfort her with her presence and a hand rubbing her shoulder.

—What did I do wrong? —she sobbed, trying to breathe deeply to stop her own tears— What was my mistake?

—You did nothing wrong —she assured her—. You were always too good for that asshole.

Despite being cordial around him, Y/n could tell how little Lizzie liked Andrew. It was on the way she looked at him after he dropped one of his dumb comments about Y/n's work, or how she'd look at him whenever he left the place they were all in. It was even in the huffs when her friend mentioned how she got a simple text from her boyfriend.

—I gave him four years of my life —she kept ranting—. I was even willing to give up on my job because I thought the problem was on me spending too much time out. And he did that shit.

Lizzie wrapped her arms around her, letting Y/n's head rest on her shoulder while she was encouraged to cry hard, to let out everything she had inside.

She remembered how she had to convince her on keeping the job when she showed up at the pub with puffy eyes, how she spent hours trying to get inside her friend's head that the problem with her boyfriend wasn't on the eight hours she spent working, or on those day long trips she sometimes had to make to visit some potential clients. The problem was on the person her friend had chosen to spend four years of her life with.

—You'll get over this —she assured her—. You'll get out of this stronger than before, and you'll meet someone that...

But Y/n caught her off, raising her head to look into her friend's eye while shaking her head constantly.

—No —she answered—. Maybe all of this is a sign on how I'll end up dying alone —she mumbled.

She knew she was only saying that because she was hurt at that moment, but what could she tell her? That she was wrong? That she'd have to eat her words when she crossed paths with the right person? She was there to cheer up her friend, not to create a dumb argument over something that didn't worth it.

Lizzie thought her friend was only saying anything that came to her mind at that point, but Y/n genuinely meant it. Going through all of that heartbreak, she realized she didn't know who she actually was, she lost the essence she had when she first stepped in college, before meeting Andrew. Thinking of love, after she had been so sure of it, was such a scary thought during that time.

—I actually came because I think I have good news for you —Lizzie finally said.

The light weight on her shoulder disappeared as Y/n lifted her head to look at her friend with a confused look. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, wondering what could be those news about and hoping it wasn't something that could dig her hole deeper on the ground.

—You know we're all the time receiving job offers, right?

Lizzie was working in one of those temporary employment agencies, and she usually came up to her and their other friends about curiosities on those companies or the vacancies they were offering. In general, it was information that floated in the air when they entered the topic of their different companies, which directly connected to badmouthing their bosses and their inability to lead a team properly, or the entitlement that came so naturally from some customers.

—I received one that's exactly what you've been looking for.

Whenever there was a vacancy as an assistant of any kind, or administrative, Lizzie always had her friend as the first candidate that would pop up in her head. At some point, it even turned into an involuntary action to attach her friend's resume along with several others that showed interest in the offer.

—A CEO is looking for an Executive Assistant that could help support him on his daily tasks.

Y/n's lips were puckered as she sat straight on the bed, moving the reverse of her hand over her cheeks to wipe the dry tears left on her skin.

The news was nothing new. Her friend always came with her with that type of opportunity, that always ended up with her not being called, or being rejected after the first interview.

—Guess where?

—Can't you just say what's so special about it? —Y/n tilted her head, lacking so much energy she thought her body would be knocked out at any given point.

—It's in Korea. Usually we only receive offers from companies in Europe, and most of them are based in England. It was weird, but I instantly thought of you when I saw it.

Which was a surprise to no one. Her friends had known her long enough to know that anything related to South Korea was a soft spot for her. That was what happened when she started showing a little too much attention to those groups and short dramas. It was also that made her an easy birthday girl, her friends always knew what to get her -or, at least, always got a close idea of what she wanted.

—Good, I guess —she shrugged.

—You don't understand it, don't you? —her friend sighed— You should apply for it.

—Apply for it? —Y/n calmly asked— For a job in Korea? —Lizzie nodded at her questions, making it clear that was exactly what she meant— I don't even speak Korean, at least not further than those random Duolingo sentences and some random words that got to me.

—Always so pessimistic —Lizzie huffed—. What's that thing that will get you to find a job?

—Good network? —Y/n answered, as if it were obvious.

—The attitude, dumbass —she sighed, throwing her head back as she stood up—. You don't speak Korean well, but with the attitude they won't even notice.

—I really want whatever it is you smoke —she rolled her eyes—. You do realize that, as much as I go there with the best of the attitudes, they'll notice the small detail that I don't speak their language. You know, which is quite a vital detail if I'm going to work as an assistant for a Korean man… in Korea.

—Just leave that up to me.

—Last time you said that I almost ended up milking cows' tits.

—I still don't understand why you didn't go —she muttered, getting up from the bed.

—You don't understand?

—Look —Lizzie interrupted her—, let's fill up your resume a tiny bit, enough to get their attention. A bit of Korean, a bit of Japanese, a bit of Chinese...

—Liz, seriously... —she tried to get her friend to stop.

—They'll likely reject you, yes. But what if they tell you Korean isn't mandatory?

—Are you even hearing what you're saying?

Yes, and she was also aware that Korean was indeed a mandatory bullet point on the petition for the first filter. But Y/n had lost so much self-esteem during those three weeks, with her ex boyfriend and her repetitive job, that Lizzie thought something new and out of her routine would help her break out of that toxic cycle she had been in.

It was going to be a little distraction.

—Let's do this —she insisted—. We'll do what I tell you, and if they call you for an interview, you go. Enjoy it, have fun, have a first touch out of that shitty job you have, and come back to me when it's over.

—It's not going to work out.

—Y/n, you're a strong and smart ass woman, completely capable of doing whatever you have to do. You're able to learn new things by just observing for five minutes. You think a random person with four years in administration and a high level in Korea has that same skill?

—Actually...

—Shh, I'm speaking —she cut her off—. You can do everything you propose to do. Language should not be a barrier for your dreams.

—Perfect —Y/n finally nodded—. Really beautiful speech, but I'm not going to do it. Don't do anything with my resume, and don't send it.

At the same time Lizzie was nodding, pressing her lips together in fake annoyance, her brain was already working on what she was going to write down on her resume, and how she was going to place it to make it as interesting and tempting as possible.

San rested his head over the backrest of the long dark purple couch, trying to relax and disconnect from the long day that had been. Ever since Younsik left, all the work had seemed harder and bigger than before -maybe because, all of his usual tasks, were also added with the management of his own agenda, and having to answer calls and emails that before he didn't have to answer.

The air felt heavy in that wide room. The smell of sex and vice was so evident that he didn't need to look behind some of the curtains to know what was going on. Actually, some drowned moans and constant gasps made him completely aware of what was going on. He smirked, after he started to hear those familiar clapping sounds out of nowhere, tilting his head while he made his way to one of the doors.

The show was about to start, and he was actually curious on who'd earned that spot in the middle of the rounded bed, in between all those crystal bars that separated the viewers from those who were going to put on a show for them.

The lights turned off for those who were sitting on the leather chairs, and turned on for those who were behind all those bars. His mouth twisted in disappointment when he saw that they went straight to action. No foreplay, no teasing... He guessed they had gotten each other heated up enough to do it there in front of everyone. But still, it was disappointing.

The few times he had been on that stage, he made sure to put on a good show, acting as if nobody else was watching them, letting his deepest and filthiest ideas come to life every single time. But that was when he still had a partner he could do that with.

It wasn't like Hyori was a stable partner for him, but she for sure was someone he trusted and someone that understood what he liked. He kind of missed her, or at least he missed the connection and compenetration they two had while they were still fuck buddies -or whatever the hell they were. Despite that, he was still glad she found happiness in someone who actually fell for her and wanted her in every aspect of his life. At least that was what it seemed at their wedding.

Resting his back on the couch, he didn't take long to feel a pair of hands moving mischievously from his shoulder to his chest, attempting to go lower before they were stopped by his thick fingers around her wrists.

—San, c'mon on —the female voice begged behind him.

He tried his best at not rolling his eyes when he heard her voice. She always insisted, and she always got the exact same answer. But Misuk seemed determined on taking Hyori's place, even if he wasn't looking for someone to take that spot. Not because he thought of his past partner as someone important, but because he thought it was deeper than filling an empty spot. He wasn't looking for someone to be the exact same way as Hyori, or to do the exact same things. He wasn't even looking for the exact same type of connection. Because, if there was something that moved him constantly, it was the new experiences.

It had to be natural, primitive even... It was either that, or he'd rather be by himself.

Misuk understood his grip as another rejection, not needing to hear a word from him before she moved her hands away and walked a few seats behind him to look for someone else that'd pay attention to her.

When San focused again on the bed, and realized a second man joined the show, he couldn't avoid tilting his head and moving uncomfortably on his seat. Understanding that the show was taking a route he didn't like, he stood up and headed outside.

It was ironic, because he would love to share his partner's pleasure with the public inside that room, he'd test any limits that there existed, but sharing said person with someone else? He had to draw the line there.

After getting back all of his things, he was able to see the two missing calls from Wooyoung, clicking his tongue at the insistence of his friend, after being quite sure of why he was calling him.

—I've arrived well. Thanks for worrying —San rolled his eyes at the complaining tone—. Tomorrow I'll check the first filter and I'll start calling candidates for the interviews throughout the week.

He had tried to be the one in charge of picking up his own assistant, he had tried so hard, but he found himself way too exigent, maybe asking a little bit too much out of people. At the minimum wrong gesture, or weird tone on their speech, and San was already crossing their names off the list.

That was why he had asked Wooyoung to take the lead on the few candidates that also applied for the vacancy.

After almost making one of the candidates cry by his harsh words, San chose it was a better idea for his friend to take the lead on that matter. At the end of the day, he'd never pick up someone that didn't know how to work and also didn't give a good image.

Most of their selection process had been based in Seoul, with clearly no luck. Shortly after, Wooyoung suggested opening up to different locations, receiving offers from different parts in Asia, and randomly receiving others from other sides of the world. He kept insisting it was a good idea to hire well-positioned temporary employment agencies, to attract the attention from different people that could be interested. And after his idea did indeed work, and he started arranging interviews through Zoom and Meet, he ended up taking the bright decision of moving to some locations to hold those interviews in person.

He could only hope his friend used his sixth sense well, and picked up someone that could keep up with his lifestyle and the way he worked. 

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Pandafish rec list: Kinktober 2024

Kinktober is over for this year and with five months of work and some last minute scrambling, I managed to get 31 fics up this time as well! So for funsies I decided to do a little rec list for my own Kinktober of my personal favourites, and add some comments on the fics I choose in case anyone is curious about the little tidbits surrounding them :)

Thank you to everyone who's been reading and commenting, and let's look forward to the sequels currently being written and posted! Let's keep this alive for a fun few months ahead.

If you did like my Kinktober, please be a dear and reblog this post to give me some visibility out there! Every like makes me happy but as we all know, only reblogs lets anyone else see this <3

You can find the full Kinktober list on Ao3

All of these are tagged "Explicit" and if I haven't written out specific warning, they are either tagged as "No warnings apply" or "Choose not to include warning"

Day 3: Breeding/Lactation

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: What if...the Milk Farm had been set at an actual farm? Steve runs an idyllic little farm and tries to produce as much of his own food as possible. That's why he gets Bucky, a sweet little cow hybrid who produces enough milk for both Steve and the farmer's market. But he can't help but get very attached to his happy, affectionate cow hybrid, especially when they spend so much time in the hay together to keep Bucky bred and leaking with milk.

Of course I have to include this one! It's a What if...? version of the Milk Farm and it's farm-style and quite cute. Perfect for anyone who loves cow hybrids but prefers a softer setting than the factory of the usual series. I will uppdate Milk Farm eventually, because I have fun ideas, but currently I have some other projects I need to finish! I might actually do another fic in this setting because farmer!Steve is just...HOT

LINK: Breeding/Lactation

Day 6: Virgin Steve

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Warnings: Underage Summary: Steve, a high school kid who spends his afternoon reading in the garden and hides the fact that he likes boys, can't believe his luck when a hot, single man with a six pack and a hot tub moves in next door. Secretly, Steve watches him do laps in the pool and spread other men's legs in his bedroom at night. He's dying to know him better, but is convinced that Bucky Barnes only sees him as the kid next door. Little does he know, Bucky is watching him too

This is my Lolita/Boy next door love project. If I had infinite amount of time (which I don't) and bad judgement (which oh boy I do) then I'd just run away with this and make it another Orphan Darling epos. Actually, I still might. I will most definitely make it a few chapters longer, and I already have a part 2 lying awaiting editing.

LINK: Virgin Steve

Day 8: Can't get it down

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: There's a slight problem after Steve takes the serum - his erection just won't go down. The nervous scientists tries everything, until they realize there's really only one person who can help. A certain Sergeant, currently posted in Italy.

My 100th fic. My baby. My favourite <3 I know you shouldn't keep favourites, but I really like how this one turned out. All sass and a very flustered Steve. This came out of the idea that the serum must've done some freaky stuff to his dick, and it was a great chance for me to throw in a line that I most definitely think Steve would've dropped to any homophobic doctor daring to push him after the serum. LINK: Can't get it down

Day 7: Massage and Day 15: Nude Modelling

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary "Massage": When Bucky is recommended by the other Avengers to go see a masseur for his shoulder pain, he doesn't expect the experience to be so...intimate Summary "Nude Modelling": As an aspiring artist, Steve has been working on a project using nude models. Realizing he needs male models to get it right, he puts up flyers. Bucky, an insecure war veteran with a prosthetic arm, answers the call. It turns out to be something entirely new, for the both of them.

I am putting these two together because they came from the same place. They're a bit softer than the others and while they are still very much explicit, they focus a bit more on intimacy. I live with chronic pain and less-than-functional body parts, and I often use Bucky as a way to deal with that. Sometimes I just need to write comfort for him and especially for his disabled body. It's easy to read him as a super-serumed killing machine, but I think his character and body has a lot of other sides to it, and sometimes alleviating his pain also alleviates mine. That's why I wanted to include these fics in the rec list. I hope they can bring comfort to someone else

LINKS: Massage and Nude Modelling

Day 19: Demonfucking/Second circle of hell

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: The Second Circle of Hell was struck by a slow season, and it affected Steve and the others at the Bureau for Sinner Guidance and Lodgings. It seemed that whatever they were doing up on Earth level, it was not fucking themselves to death. Sadly, they were engaging in other sins than Lust. When would these people learn that the best afterlife (or afterparty as he preferred to call it) was in the Second Circle? Just as Steve was about to call it a day and go see if any of the Howling Commandos were down to get nasty tonight (he'd always had a kink for a nice, big police dog, who didn’t), there was a sudden knock on the door. Steve’s eyes flew to the entrance - and then his jaw dropped. Standing there and looking uncomfortable was the most gorgeous sinner Steve had ever seen. James Buchanan Barnes.

This one is all fun and no brakes. Entirely inspired by the series "Helluva Boss" (free on Youtube), I just needed to do some sassy Demon BDSM in the Second circle, aka the circle of Lust. You get me, right? It was also a fun chance for me to throw in a suggested take on heaven/hell. Hell is other people, you say? Well I say hell is heart-shaped buttplugs in furry demon asses and public gangbangs.

LINK: Demonfucking/Second circle of hell

Day 24: CBT

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Summary: Steve had always been a sucker for pain. Bucky felt as if people should know this by now. When he was a scrawny kid in Brooklyn, he picked fights with the bigger guys. After he got the serum, he went looking for aliens and whatnot just so he could have his ass handed to him. Hell, Steve had even fought himself . So it really wasn't a surprise that when their bedroom door closed, all Steve wanted was for Bucky to take control of him and give him that sweet pain he craved so much. They counted themselves lucky to have been brought together again in the 21th century, when ideas for BDSM scenes were so easy to find on the internet.

I've had this idea for a long time, folks. Cock & Ball Torture is such a FUN concept, especially with eager consent, and Bucky sure does have it from Steve. I wanna keep writing about their adventures in the BDSM-dungeon they have - the possibilities are endless! If anyone has any ideas for this AU, send me a DM <3

LINK: CBT

Day 28: Tentacle Sex

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tentacle monster Warnings: Rape/Non-con elements Summary: Hydra had finally done what generations had failed before them - they had captured Captain America. And they were all more than excited to watch their pet tentacle monster tear him apart and eat him. The only problem was that the monster seemed to take an entirely different interest in the naked super soldier thrown into its cave.

Oh boy. Anyone who knows me by now knows that there is a special, squishy part of my heart dedicated solely to tentacles <3 There was no way I was doing another Kinktober without including it again. At the end note of this fic, there is also links to my other tentacle fics, and I hope someone out there will find what they're looking for! This is a special kind of fic because while it is definitely non-con, there's also that sweet element of falling in love with the monster. It's a proper kind of Stockholm Syndrome, because that's actually where this entire fic was written. Give this fic a chance, and then come tell me if you want to read more about this tentacle monster and its favourite baby Steve Rogers <3

LINK: Tentacle Sex

And on that last note, go have fun, and hopefully we can do this again last year! Part 2 of "1950's Housewife AU" is up now, and part 2 of "Virgin Steve" is next!

All my love, Pandafish

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