#backchat

[27dragons]

Hiii I‘ve been loving seeing you more on my dash lately, been following you and reading your fics for like six years now and truly no one else’s works have filled my bookmarks as much as yours (and Tisfans of course).

One of yours was the very first winteriron fic I ever read and it had me fall in love instantly, haven’t found anything else like them since. I love that you found your writing muse again, and I know it’s been a long time and a lot of the fandom has fizzled out. But I just wanted to pop in an ask if maybe one day you could see yourself writing MCU again?

In any case, it’s been a lot of lovely years with your writing and you’ll make (and are making) a lot of other new people incredibly happy with your amazing skill and talent for words, worldbuilding and characterisation <3

Hey there! I'm so delighted that you've enjoyed my fics so much!!! It really means a lot to me.

The tldr is that yes, there's at least a slim chance that I might write winteriron/MCU again one day. There is a whole stack of partially-written WIPs still in my writing folder that I can't bring myself to archive and retire.

I'll admit that my enthusiasm for MCU faded a lot when they killed Tony off. And then a massive surge in my depression (thanks in part to COVID and then tisfan's death and then my mom's) all but extinguished my ability to write. I had a creative burst for about 3 months in 2023 with Sandman and the Dreamling ship that resulted in about a dozen fics, but the one fic that I managed to write in 2024 (which was winteriron!) felt like pulling teeth to finish.

But I'm still reading some winteriron fics (and the occasional stony), so it's not entirely dead to me. (For that matter, I did quite a few winteriron/MCU ficlets with my Countdowns here on tumblr in both '23 and '24 - check my "countdown to 2024" and "countdown to 2025" tags if you missed those.)

It's just that winteriron is closely tied to tisfan for me (even before we were writing together, she was always my beta reader), and it's hard to think about it without her. (Also, I've written SO MUCH winteriron, it's hard to come up with any scenarios that I haven't already done, lol)

The Arcane/Jayvik bug has bitten hard, and it's such a relief to know that I can still write, but I'm still waiting to see if this will fizzle out again after a few months like the Dreamling stuff did.

If I do keep writing, there's a pretty decent chance that I will eventually come back to winteriron, at least occasionally. If nothing else, I'd love to one day finish the fic that tisfan and I were working on when she had her stroke.

But I expect it will take a while. If you asked because you're considering unfollowing/unsubscribing so your inbox and dash aren't cluttered with notifications for a fandom you have no interest in, then I promise I won't be offended if you want to do that and just set yourself a reminder to check back in a year to see what happened. I've made that decision myself a few times, and I know it comes with a sliver of heartbreak and guilt. But I understand that not everyone will want to follow me everywhere that I go, and that in no way diminishes my appreciation for the love you've given my fics in the past, whether you just clicked kudos or left a comment on every chapter.

Thank you again for this very kind note. I'm so happy to have given you something you've enjoyed so much.

❤️💛

[wurds-fur-nurds]

Whimflibberdash (noun) /ˈhwɪm-flɪb-ər-dæʃ/

The captivating allure of something fleetingly desirable, often accompanied by a sense of nostalgia for what was once prized.

A lively and irreverent exchange of witty or cheeky remarks, marked by a playful yet poignant undercurrent of longing.

"Her voice, a cascade of whimflibberdash, wove together charm, mischief, and the wistful remnants of bygone days."

[remembering-the-future]

Your Future Desires Just Became Obsolete.

Forget everything you thought you wanted—desirableness has evolved. With NeuroEcho™, the world’s first AI-integrated emotional interpreter, your ambitions, crushes, and cravings are now curated in real time. This isn’t some quaint algorithm spitting out suggestions based on yesterday’s scrolls; this is pure synaptic alignment. Using erstwhile traces of your neural pathways, NeuroEcho™ resurrects your deepest, forgotten desires, blending them with cutting-edge predictive technology to craft an experience that feels both profoundly nostalgic and tantalizingly futuristic. Desire isn’t just a feeling anymore—it’s a feature.

But let’s talk about backchat. You know, the delightful, rebellious quips that once only happened in witty conversations or late-night texts? With our patented AI BanterPulse™, your devices now talk back—sharper, funnier, and more attuned to your personality than your best friend ever was. No longer limited to mere commands, technology engages you in a dialogue that’s equal parts charming and challenging, ensuring every interaction is an event. Call it snark with a purpose; BanterPulse™ doesn’t just enhance communication—it makes it unforgettable.

This is the tech renaissance, where desirableness meets the delight of discourse, and erstwhile becomes tomorrow. Whether you're craving a perfect partner, a perfectly argued debate, or the perfect pair of shoes, your tech anticipates, converses, and delivers. The future doesn’t just know you—it’s you, amplified. Don’t just live—banter, desire, and thrive in the new age of digital companionship. Welcome to NeuroEcho™. Welcome to the end of ordinary.

[rainesol]

Nobody plays into the fact that Trey is a sassy little bitch sometimes and it makes me sad

[27dragons]

Yes and yes and yes! Not 100% their look but definitely their style.

...Why did we never write those two dancing after the first book? (I mean, we mentioned it a few times, but didn't actually include a scene with it.) What were we thinking????!

[rachiller]

Also my manager went THROUGH me for a shortcut because I asked him an innocent clarification question when he asked me to do something, like to the point C (who loves him) is now mad at him for how unreasonable and insane it was (she was in the room like 🫢 as it happened). Later in the evening I did approach him like “listen about when you tore me a new one earlier? I was asking a genuine question. Like, I was not privy to the information you were privy to so I needed more information to follow through” anyway he looked a bit ashamed and kicked puppy about it all and I did tell him that I do understand he’s stressed but that it was unnecessary

[mrghostrat]

i bring you my one offering for every fandom: Twitch Streamer AU!

edit: there is now a fic :)

i see your "two teachers at the same school who none of their students realise are married" and raise you "two polar opposite streamers who none of their viewers realise are dating/living together" 😩🙏

i also accidentally drew these at 4k so enjoy these high res wallpapers i guess!! (1 + 2)

i have headcanons:

aziraphale is a variety IRL streamer: cooking, baking, crafts, chatting etc. he's on a bob-ross level of respect and admiration for how sweet and pleasant he is to everyone

crowley streams whatever can be a conduit for mischief: from toxic PVP gameplay, to IRL chatting streams out in public places. he's primarily a gamer, but people watch him for his horrendous personality.

they rarely hang out in each other's chats, but that's just happenstance. one is usually sleeping when the other is live, otherwise they'll have their screens open and lurk

crowley never bans trolls; they’re half his content. he enjoys backchatting and riling them up. his streams are notoriously chaotic because of little moderation and his rapidly shifting attention span

aziraphale’s mods ban trolls very efficiently, but he wouldn’t see their messages anyway, because chat always moves too fast for him. that’s not to say that he’s got a hyperactive chat; even slow mode would be too fast for him. he only ever catches every 5th message.

aziraphale is SO bad at reading chat, it's become a meme within his community that if he reads out/replies to you, you have been Chosen and need to go buy a lottery ticket asap

anathema mods for crowley, which mostly means just hanging out and insulting him when he dies in-game

newt is aziraphale's most revered mod, because whenever he tries to simply purge a mean message, he somehow accidentally IP bans the account. he's invaluable for managing troll attacks

their mods know they're together, but silently watch everyone lose their minds over the steadily growing conspiracy for their own personal entertainment

[27dragons]

I mean, tbh, same? I don't know if the Sandbridge series is my very favorite thing that tisfan and I ever wrote, because what I like at any given moment shifts a lot. But it's definitely got a solid place in my Top 5.

(I can tell you it was high on tisfan's list, too, though her absolute favorite thing we wrote together was Bucky Barnes Got Married.) 😁

@27dragons: mentions nights in sandbridge exactly one (1) time

me: ah yes, time to go spend the next few days rereading the entire series and doing nothing else

[27dragons]

I am LOVING your little WinterIron Christmas snippets! Thank you so very much <3

Anon, you have no idea how much that means to me, truly.

Depression has been hitting me hard the last few months (I think my meds need to change tbh) and it's been hard to get excited or invested in much of anything, even though the winter holidays are my favorite time of year.

So knowing that the effort I put into these silly snippets is very warming and validating. :)

[artyandink]

———————————————————FRAT.ᐟDICK THOUGHTS ᝰ.ᐣ

PROCEED WITH CAUTION, LADY KILLER AHEAD.ᐟ

You're fixated on Dick's oral fixation. You'd known him since you were kids, he'd always be running his mouth with backchat to authority figures who weren't Alfred, or humming in awkward silence, or making those beatboxing noises. You name it, he did it.

It extended to his frat boy days, and oh, was that the #1 lady killer at Gotham U. Letterman jacket that matched his hair, not to mention the cherry flavoured lollipop he had permanently jammed in his mouth, rolled over his tongue, between his lips, like a toothpick on steroids but it tasted like cherries— see what he did there? With the cherry thing? No?

Wow, tough crowd.

You couldn’t even concentrate on your work, probably because Dick was sitting across from you — your best friend since childhood — with that damn lollipop, looking pointedly at your neckline as if you were some sort of snack, but that wasn’t new. Everyone was a snack to Dick, and vice versa, because you’d sometimes be dragged to a frat party by him and his mouth’d be interrupted by some random girl for five minutes to suck face.

Though you weren’t surprised, it was feeding his fixation.

Even though you were clearly the studyhead to his frat king, it didn’t stop him from sliding up the bed next to you, taking a peek over your shoulder at your work, a small grin on his face, clearly trying to distract you. “C’mon, sweetheart, m’bored.” He drawled, looking up at the time— what was it?

5:47 in the evening. This’d take ten minutes.

Your stern look did absolutely nothing to get the cheeky look out of his eyes, the cherry lollipop being pulled out of his mouth with a slick pop and he chucked it behind him, landing it in the bin easily. “Just go to a frat party, Dick.” You sighed— as much as you were his best friend, you wanted to actually pass your major, thank you.

“There’re none on.” He smirked, his hand running through his already messy hair before it closed your book and pushed it aside, and then he dropped the question. “Make out with me.”

Holy shit, what?

Next thing you knew, his hand was on your cheek and he was kissing you, pressing himself up against you, yanking off his jacket and throwing it aside— why were you undoing your shirt? He wasn’t even helping you, it was just how his soft lips pressed against yours eagerly and turned you into a slut for him in half a second, which he endorsed by kissing the valley of your tits.

One second, two, three and his lips were on your inner thighs, your head thrown back the moment his tongue licked a straight stripe up your pussy and your hand buried itself in his hair.

He was sucking your clit by 5:57.

“Fuck, Dickie—” Fuck him and his oral fixation.

@aliyahwritings @svnriseblvdd @faiszt here’s brainfood

[lyssa010387]

I'm suddenly looking forward to my daughters telling me I'm "cringe".

Oh, you want Cringe, little lady? I'll give you fkin Cringe. Fun fact. When you were born, you came out of my girly bits. Yes. You did.

[hotchtits]

i know people think hotch wouldn’t have deleted evidence for spencer like emily did but i think we forget how often hotch literally just does whatever the hell he wants…

- doesn’t report spencer ‘s serious addiction problem

- gives spencer a gun despite him not passing his certification training

- openly backchats his Section Chief

- calls up the italian government to rescind a priest’s diplomatic immunity

- fakes emily’s death

- lets morgan escape from the interrogation room in 2x11

- has connections that go all the way up to the attorney general and frequently uses those connections

…and everyone else just kinda deals with it?

idk maybe he wouldn’t have deleted evidence but, and especially after elle, hotch has a track record for bending the rules when it comes to his team

[angelxcz]

Brat tamer! Toji who has you shoved into the mattress, foot sitting on the back of your neck as he grinned. “Come on. Where’s that backchat now hmm?” He teased gruffly, amusement heavy on his tongue as he pressed harder into you. “Thought you wanted to be a fucking brat. Look where that got you.”

You mewled, tears staining the sheets as you were fucked into oblivion. Your cheek smushed against the soft fabric as his cock pierced your gummy walls deep. Hammering roughly into your g spot until your cries turned into sobs.

“You can take it. Bratty little girls like you just need a little roughening up don’t ya?”

You whined out a cry, body shaking as he gripped your wrists behind your back. Forcing your back to arch as you nodded, “mhm— ngh- just how i.. how i— oh f-fuck..”

“Come on slut, spit it out.” he growled, his thrusts getting hard and fast as he bullied your cunt. Your moans gaining volume as his thrusts become even hardee

“Nghh— just h-how i like it.. ahh.” Glassy eyes rolling back as your toes curled, your boyfriend’s hips still slamming into your tender flesh relentlessly.

“That’s my fucking girl.” He groaned. “One step closer to me letting you cum.”

[dollerinna]

SHUT UP AND LOOK PRETTY :: B. BUTCHER

─ 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝚑𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝚑𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑏 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝚑𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛’ 𝑐𝚑𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑦

𝓑illy butcher ੭୧ fem! brat reader ┇ oral m! receiving

BILLY BUTCHER was a bastard, and he wore it like a badge of honor. But you? You didn't cower under that withering glare. If anything, you met it head-on—sharp-tongued and reckless enough to dance on the edge of his patience until he snapped you back into place.

"Mm... I swear, assholes like you always have the biggest di-" The words slurred off your lips between each languid stroke, slow as honey sliding off a spoon, spiked with just enough venom to make them sting ever so sweetly.

Before the last syllable could fully form, Butcher's hand twisted into your hair with ruthless precision, the sharp tug startling a gasp as your head was wrenched backward.

"Oi- shut it," He barked, voice fraying at the edges with that gravel-pitched snarl that somehow managed to make everything sound filthier. His grip stayed merciless, anchoring you in place. "Ain't payin' you for yer backchat, love."

The faintest curve pulling at the corners of your mouth only spurred him on, his fist cinching down with a bruising authority as he dragged you closer. The swollen, darkened tip of his cock grazed against the contour of your bottom lip—hot, heavy, and unapologetically solid.

"Think you can sass me with a mouth full of cock, eh?" Butcher's eyes darkened, a harsher, more bestial gleam flickered to life within his stare, eclipsing that familiar glint. "Proper bird knows how to use her mouth without gettin' cheeky, so get back to it."

You didn't hesitate. The weight of him, already swelling between your teeth, carried a palpable heat that bled from his skin akin to smoldering coals, thickening the air to the point of where it felt ready to suffocate. As you took him in deeper, your lips stretched around the rigid girth, inch by delicious inch, until your throat tightened with the strain.

The raw, uneven rhythm of his exhale shattered the silence, strong digits threading deeper into your scalp. "Fuckin' hell...” Butcher's groan teetered on a gritted growl, his free hand bracing against the nearby wall. "That's it. Take it all, yeah?"

The hum vibrating within your vocal cords earned another guttural sound from him, the tip of your tongue tracing the buzz of a prominent vein along his shaft. His hips jerked forward in shallow thrusts, pressing further down until the head of his dick nudged the very back of your soft palate, stretching you to the brink.

He wasn't gentle. But then, you hadn't expected him to be.

"Big cock's a bloody curse," he muttered, each word fracturing under the weight of his breathing as you swallowed around him, the spasmodic clench of your muscles forcing a tremor through his stance. "But it don't mean I’m gonna start slowin’ down like some limp-dicked twat, whisperin’ sweet fuck-all in yer ear.”

His pace quickened, each thrust driving deeper as precum spread over your tongue like a rising tide of molten wax that refused to ebb—fiery and stifling, branding you from the inside out with every throb that followed. Even then, his fingers in your hair remained taut, locking you in place as if afraid to lose the burn.

"Least you've got some talent," a grunt rumbled from the well in his chest, thumb tracing a mocking semblance of tenderness along the delicate skin of your temple. "Might keep you around if you behave."

Butcher wasn't bluffing—he would keep you around. But only if you learned fast not to bite the hand that fed you. Or in this case, the cock that kept you on your knees.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Here’s one I don’t see enough of is Carmy using toys on his partner 🥵👀 like imagine him using a clit toy whilst fucking

ohhhhhh yeah.

smut warning!!

“Stop fuckin’ squirmin’.”

You look up at Carmy, his usually bright blue eyes turned all dark and stormy.

“I can’t-”

“Yes you can, honey. Yes you can.”

His hips glide back into yours so the two of you are pressed together fully. He reaches over to the nightstand, picking up your toy and pressing it to your clit. He doesn’t turn it on, just lets it sit there as he thrusts out and back in again.

“You want me to turn it on? Hmm?”

You shake your head, then nod, then shake your head again.

“Use your words, babe.”

“Yeah, Carmy - please.”

He chuckles, pressing the button to kick the toy to life. You try and wriggle away but he anchors your hips to the mattress with a heavy hand, pressing down firmly.

“You wanted this, honey. You’ll take it like I know you can.”

You’re overwhelmed in the best way. There’s so many sensations happening, your mind in overdrive as the room spins. You take a deep breath, focusing on the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm body against yours.

After you’ve adjusted, Carmen starts moving his hips again, laughing when you whine.

“Come on, bratty girl. You’ve been running your mouth all day, haven’t you? Where are all those fighting words now, hmm?”

You so desperately want to backchat him, to put him back in his place. But you can’t.

Not when he’s hinging his hips into yours, pressing the button on the toy to increase its vibrations. The pressure and the angle is all so perfect, he’s got you on the edge already.

“You close, baby? Yeah, atta girl.”

The praise throws you over the edge, back arching as you tighten around him.

“Count it, honey,” he murmurs against your lips.

You blink up at him, trying to process what he said.

“Count it.”

“One,” you whimper.

“Good girl. One down. Four to go.”

[yourplayersaidwhat]

DM: And what has [Ranger] learned from this experience?

Ranger, who has just been hit with Power Word: Stun and put through a stone wall: Uh, consequences aren't real and I can backchat an ancient fiend whenever I like?