#being behind on ongoing content is suffering

[chompe-diem]

normal naddpod fan: *on the edge of their seat for the next episode*

me, who just started eldermourne and is weeks and months away from being caught up on main campaign content: FUCK i cant look at the naddpod tag anymore by the end of this week

[mraprilfools]

Rating: E

Pairing: Adam x F!Reader x Vox

CW/TW: Dub-Con, Adam being Adam, What Adam considers Infidelity and also being a petty bitch

Word Count: 6.6k

Summary:

After being called in to work during Extermination Day of all days, you get stuck alone in a room with your boss who has discovered your personal social media accounts and found the contents... disagreeable. Adam ends up crashing into the room with intents to exterminate the two of you. In a desperate gambit, you make a deal with the angel to save your lives. This deal happens to involve Vox watching!

Vox x Reader x Adam smut

A/N: Dedicated to @redvexillum! You asked for Adam, and well I had to sneak in another of your favorites too. I hope you had a nice Vacay, and I'm glad you didn't stay away. ❤️

Sample below the cut, read the full work on AO3!

Going to work during Extermination Day always sucked. The little hand and its endless march bringing the big hand to Zero was like a mockery of your fate. And you’ll be knee-deep in work because the company will suffer if people spend a day at home hiding. It was the absolute worst! You were “essential”. Your job was “essential”. So you had to go to work. Why?

Because Vox is a fucking asshole that’s why.

Well-- that wasn’t the full truth. That snitch Papermint had found your internet handle where you vented about your job including some unflattering drawings of your boss taking it like a bitch from behind from Valentino. You felt proud of those sketches personally and thought he looked hot. Vox on the other hand…?

Well, you were now stuck in an office writing an apology letter out with him hovering over your shoulder with the stern glower. A claw tapped against the wooden surface of the plywood desk, cheap and liable to break if you so much as put a little weight on it. The shit he had you writing felt utterly demeaning, sending you back to your years in detention. Your boss was smirking, jabbing your paper where you’d looped your d uncleanly. It almost resembled a b and after writing the same sentence twelve times you were getting quite tired of this.

“Come on Doll, you call that professional? Start over and try again. Or I might not think you're being sincere about your apology.”

The punishment felt like something directly out of detention too, you were left to write the following 50 times:

‘I will not draw porn of my boss getting railed’

Meanwhile, there were the screams of the damned being permanently erased right outside. The fluttering of golden wings passed by the windows, ignoring the two of you. The glass was one-sided, at least according to Vox who didn’t even fear that the building would be infiltrated. Or he felt confident enough that he could escape.

Probably using you as the meat-shield, asshole.

Your wrist was starting to ache after your fifth line repeating the same sentence. Vox in his impatience began to walk around the room, hands clasped behind his back as he went to inspect the window and the ongoing yearly genocide outside. With as much care as you could muster, you focused on making every letter come out perfectly. This wasn’t going to stop you, little did he know. You’d just make a new account and draw him pregnant next.

Spite kept you going. Each hate-fueled scrawl on the page made the vision of absolute depravity clearer in your mind. Pregnant Vox in a muumuu, But juuuust before the image became crystal clear…

The silence shattered.

Broken glass scattered everywhere, and the desk you had once been hunched over was smacked and slammed against the door blocking your only way out. Sprawled out in a tangled heap was your boss and an angel with massive golden wings dressed in a pristine white herigaut. The once muffled chaos became clear as a bell. The screams of the damned offered to the uncaring void rose to a crescendo. Without a place to hide, you smacked your back against the wall watching the massive angel shove off your boss’ mechanical body and rub his masked head.

“UGH! The FUCK, I should stop drinking and flying. Who the hell put this TV here?” The angel’s face was different from the usual executioners. For one, he was male. Second, his face was shrouded in black glass with a holographic yellow face. He stared at the back of Vox’s head, rubbing the back of his head. His skull rotated and his shoulders rolled as he took in the sight of where he landed. It didn’t take long for his eyes to lock with yours.

[spleelover06]

Why I prefer Yo-Kai Watch over Pokémon

I have mentioned before that I prefer Yo-Kai Watch over Pokémon, and if you're interested in knowing why, here are the reasons why I do:

1: It's interesting how the YKW anime doesn't always just focus on the main protagonist as it also focuses on what some of the other characters and Yo-Kai do more. Pokemon pretty much focused too much on Ash Ketchum for over two decades despite having different friends from different regions. We mostly never get to see what Ash's friends are up to.

2: The side characters in Yo-Kai Watch don't get replaced every couple of years, and it feels like the crew behind the franchise actually gives a damn about their characters, unlike the Pokemon franchise, where they constantly and commonly introduce new characters and rivals and then replace them with new ones every now and then, which I did find pretty cool at first, but now it's gotten old and annoying, and I just wish they'd stop with that.

3: I find the Yo-Kai Watch fanbase to be more sane and less toxic, and it isn't around the same level of how toxic and annoying the Pokemon fanbase is, which is why I left it and also kinda regret being in it. The shippings in Yo-Kai Watch aren't really taken as seriously as the shippings in Pokemon, and there isn't really any shipping wars happening in the Yo-Kai Watch fandom, at least from what I've seen. Plus the fanbase behind the YKW games doesn't seem as bad either.

4: Yo-Kai have more personality and can make more noises and say far more than just their name, which makes it easier for me to know what each Yo-Kai is individually like.

5: The episodes in the YKW anime feel more of my style as I have always personally preferred episodic shows over shows with a lot of ongoing storylines and with the whole to be continued thing which I can find really annoying.

6: The Yo-Kai Watch games, to me, are more enjoyable than the Pokemon games are because there's more exploration to do, there's lots of content in both before and after finishing the game, the cutscenes don't really take up space during my time playing it and they are at least more interesting (especially since there are ones where they speak with voices), and the graphics, soundtracks and settings looks great to me.

7: The storylines in the games and anime are better, plus I find Nate to be a better protagonist than Ash. Nate acts more like a person in the real world with actual personality and it's interesting to see how he can see creatures that other people can't in a non forced way. This goes for Hailey Anne as well because both characters are quite relatable for people in the real world. Ash on the other hand just travels through participates in Pokemon leagues over and over again, and the show can mainly suffer from having him as the main character since it's mostly through his perspective, and the plots mostly involve him and even have him there even if he's just there not doing much (what's the point of even doing that?).

8: There aren't as much gender stereotypes used in Yo-Kai Watch as there is in Pokemon. What I mean by that is the fact that Ash's female come out as either girly girls that participate in stuff that makes them wear dresses and do elegant/graceful stuff with their stuff, or tomboys that want to accomplish something strongly just like Ash. Not only that but all of Ash's' companion's personalities and traits in Pokemon can blend into one-another, resulting in them lacking true individual personalities. Meanwhile in Yo-Kai Watch almost every character is shown to have their own personalities even if they share some traits with each other, showing that there are no gender stereotypes overused.

9: Yo-Kai Watch isn't afraid to leave the status quo like how Pokemon mostly is because we get to see Nate go through different challenges and plots as the series continues, while before season 25, the Pokemon series was too afraid of leaving the status quo to the point where they had to keep Ash going to different regions while keeping him at the age of 10 with Team Rocket stalking him. There are no excuses why they had to keep on doing that other than being afraid to leave the status quo.

10: There's no overuse of clichés in YKW, like Nate having feelings for Katie does not become so forced for example as well as how not every episode plot has the good ending we'd all sorta expect to happen. Heck, the premise seemed pretty original to me also. While in Pokemon, it's about a new trainer becoming a champion and/or Pokemon master overtime and encountering/defeating evil teams in every single region, and this is one of the reasons why I left the fandom. The whole premise just seemed really clichéd to me and it's something that the Pokemon anime was too afraid to change it up more until the horizons series came (I'd say it's more tolerable than the original anime).

And that's me done with explaining things out about why I think this way. I've tried to think the opposite of this when I was younger but I fully failed to do so and went back to my original thoughts on the two franchises. There's just too many Pokemon, games, seasons/episodes, movies, altered storylines and characters from the Pokemon franchise for me to give a damn about them while Yo-Kai Watch gives out all of that stuff in a way where they're not overdoing it and that makes the series more interesting. If you think the other way around, then I can handle that opinion of yours. This pretty concludes what I wanted to say here and I hope y'all understand what I felt like saying here. If you do, thanks.

[landinrris]

Ok since all of the other Norrix fics have been asked about and that's my #1 ship, I vote for "May 2024- Martin’s Birthday" :)

Ah this thing that was supposed to be finished like two and a half weeks ago and is suffering from missing-first-scene syndrome because I can't figure out how to start it (even though I know what I want the scene to be).

Anyway, this is supposed to be a small fic that revolves around Lando and Martin spending Martin's birthday together. Lando goes through the day with him, trying and failing to figure out what to post for him, and keeps coming up empty. He eventually posts those two stories- one accidentally and one on purpose.

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One of the best things about visiting Martin in Amsterdam is the quiet boat days through the canals. No one bothers them like this even if he’s sure plenty of people know what Martin’s boat looks like. The privacy never ceases to astound Lando even nearly two years in.

Today is no different save for the fact that Lando feels significantly less like death than he did last time he was on board. This time, he’s able to enjoy the nice breeze that comes off the water— gets to unapologetically watch the way Martin calmly steers the boat with one hand while his other rests along the edge behind him, fingers barely brushing the sleeve of Lando’s shirt.

It’s such bone-deep satisfaction made more so by how accomplished Lando feels and the fact that he gets to celebrate Martin’s birthday with him this year. Lando catches Martin’s eye and smiles, wishing he could lean closer to kiss him. All he trusts himself to do is tilt his head down in the direction of Martin’s hand as if to mentally lean into the touch.

“Should we get a picture?” Martin’s father asks in the lull of his mother updating everyone on an ongoing dispute with one of the neighbors. “I swiped the Polaroid from the living room.”

“Did you make sure it had film this time?” Laura asks from a few feet away, an allusion to something Lando doesn’t know the backstory of.

Her father throws her an unimpressed look. “I did, as it happens. Come closer so you can be in the shot.” He probably intends on gathering them around for an attempted selfie, but surely they deserve a family photo they can more easily post without worrying about too much information getting out.

“Here, let me take one for you all,” Lando offers. Predictably, he’s met with a chorus of protests, but Lando waves them off. “No, I insist. Get a family pic for the birthday boy.” He sees Martin roll his eyes at the mention of birthday boy but doesn’t pay it any mind.

It takes a little maneuvering to get them all situated, Martin’s mother taking Lando’s spot on his left while his sister and father are off to his right. They press in close to the center of the frame while Lando positions himself to take their photo. The sound of the shutter followed by the film being pushed through the rollers is satisfying. Maybe this should be what Lando takes up next.

He pulls the slide free from the rollers and presses it facing the bottom of the camera like Martin showed him once— when he’d laughed and said, “No, you don’t actually shake it, let me show you.” He hesitates on whether he should hand the camera back to Martin’s father or not.

His father does reach for the camera and photo but not to put it away. “Alright, your turn.”

Lando swears he almost falls where he’s standing, but he’ll blame it on another boat’s wake they rock through. “What?”

“Yes, your turn. Give them room, you two,” he motions to his daughter and wife. And then suddenly, there’s room next to Martin as there had been before. Only this time, Martin pulls him closer and settles his hand not on the wheel against the back of Lando’s neck. It makes Lando so incredibly warm inside, filled with an energy inappropriate for the time and place.

He can smell Martin’s cologne from this close and thinks about not moving away once the slide spits itself out of the camera. Martin doesn’t let him go either, content to let Lando relax against his shoulder while Martin’s father sits back down. They don’t say anything, but they don’t need to— the same thoughts are likely going through both of their minds.

A few minutes later, Martin’s father speaks up. “Oh, these came out lovely.” They pass the photos around, eventually getting to Martin and Lando.

It’s true, the photo of Martin and his family looks like a family should. Happy and pleased to be with each other to celebrate a birthday. The photo of Lando and Martin stops the breath in his lungs, but part of that might be because Lando’s not sure if he’ll ever get over explicitly couple-coded pictures of them together. Pictures where they aren’t going for an element of plausible deniability. One of Lando’s hands is resting out of frame on Martin’s thigh— decidedly not platonic.

“You were looking for a photo to post earlier, weren’t you?” Martin teases quietly, his head bent close to Lando’s.

Lando snorts quietly because yes, he had been trying to figure out a picture to post, but surely this was not going to be the winner if only because he hadn’t had coming out immediately after winning his first race (and on Martin’s birthday) on his Bingo card.

“Maybe I’ll save this one for the actual coming out if it ever happens, yeah?” Not that Lando ever necessarily wants to formally. But at the very least, it’s more open than he’s ready for people to see. People have seen enough of their relationship in the last month.

“That’s the post we’re joint-posing me and you kissing after the next win?”

“Yeah, we’ll save it for that one.”

Martin hums and turns to pull his phone from his pocket before taking a photo of each of the Polaroids even if he’ll likely only share one of them. He doesn’t keep it out for long enough to post— probably will once they’re back on land, but before he focuses his full attention back on the water, he leans closer to Lando and presses a kiss to his temple, so quick Lando thinks he hallucinates for a moment. The small and smug smile on Martin’s face is all that remains.

[aintgonnatakethis]

Hi Ian!

Thank you for the wip tag, I might gonna skip this time since it didn't change from the last one few days ago (I'm a slooooooooooooooooooooow writer 😁)

By the way, I'm curious about your :

Other SGU : Your Own Worst Enemy,

if you feel like sharing 🙏

Thanks for the ask @gioiaalbanoart! 😄

Content warning for Your Own Worst Enemy Answer: non-explicit discussion of sexual assault First excerpt: I would describe as non-explicit just-prior-to-the-event, but be safe Second excerpt: memories of child abuse Third excerpt: verbal and psychological abuse between partners but nothing sexual

I started writing this massive thing in 2022 and haven't posted any of it yet because I think I need to finish it completely first, due to the sensitive nature of the subject material. It's also quite heavy work to write as it's so serious and delves as deeply as I can into the trauma of Rush, Young, Telford, and Destiny all suffering from some form of sexual assault, varied in method, severity, reaction, and aftermath. So I have to be a very specific headspace to be able to work on it, which I haven't since *checks* a year ago!

It's also the first story I started writing with the aim of posting to AO3 (there was the 450k extravaganza I wrote while lockdown was ongoing to keep myself sane - with there being 2 vulnerable people in my house it was quite a bit longer than the official lockdown - but I never intend on posting that because the start requires a full rewrite due to me being off the pace quality-wise after years out. There are also a lot of other people's ideas in there. Basically I wrote it just for myself and have been rereading it recently and picking bits out that I think I can work into the current stuff I'm writing). Tangent over 😂

The starting premise of Your Own Worst Enemy is one I've seen used a few times: foraging on a planet, Young gets dosed, attacks Rush. I wanted to take that in different directions than I'd previously seen written, and focus heavily on the 'sometimes you never recover' angle. So I highly doubt it'll have a happy ending, but there's so much focus in media and fandom on recovery being something everyone always "succeeds" at and I'm just like… It can be messy, one-step-forwards-two-steps-back, angry, destructive, dangerous… Basically I want all four of them to be the most IMperfect victims they could possibly be.

First excerpt is from right at the beginning. I have Telford-being-the-hero disease. (Read: so does he, he desperately wants to be the Big Hero, even if he'd scoff if someone said it out loud.)

There's a flicker of movement from the stairs, the shadow coalescing into a human shape. Rush's heart leaps in his chest. No one on the ship likes him but surely they won't walk away from Young raping him, no matter how much blind loyalty the man somehow inspires. When the man's face finally comes into the light it's Telford, his eyebrows raised high in surprise but a light smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Rush heart sinks. The sound of a zipper comes from behind him and Telford's eyes follow the movement, not even sparing Rush a glance. He probably thinks this is what Rush deserves, what he's got coming for all the shit he makes Young put up with. He chokes back bile as Telford turns away to make his way back up the stairs. "Help me!" Now Telford looks at him for the first time, pausing with one foot on the stairs. He looks unsure, his forehead creasing as his eyes dart back and forth between Rush and Young. Please, Rush thinks, for the love of god please. "Hey, Everett," Telford says casually, his foot coming back down off the step. Thank you. Thank you.

Second excerpt is quite a ways in and won't make a bit of sense out of context, but it's one of the bits I'm most proud of. 😊

Something is wrong. He can feel it, a creeping horrifying sensation beneath his skin, as if his veins are being slowly plucked like violin strings. Spaghetti-like tubes slither into him, dragging and clogging and taking up space that should be empty. He feels his heart stutter as if from very far away. "It's important," a voice whispers to him. There is grief wrapped hard around the words, a loneliness that slips into the edges of his consciousness and sinks its claws in deep. It is too hot and he is a child shivering beneath his blankets, terrified. There is nowhere to go, he knows. He is going to die here. "Doctor Rush?" Don't move. Don't make noise. Maybe they'll forget he's here. Maybe it will go differently this time; the black mould on the ceiling and the inlaid bricks and the metal grates and the sand hot in his mouth. He is an adult and yet he is also twelve sitting in a car unable to escape as his mother tells him she wants to kill herself. He thinks a part of him will always be in that car, knowing he has no control, that he will be powerless and weak and dependant forever. He wants freedom. He wants to do something about it. If she wants it so damn badly, his mind whispers, then give it to her. He would be better off. He would be free. "There's so much work to be done. I know you understand." He does understand. No one else does. They can't. They don't have the framework. He's built for this, it is his purpose. "I don't want to be alone, Nicholas." He stares at a chalkboard and doesn't move. The phone rings and he doesn't move. A man appears in his house and he doesn't move. The man sits next to him and says, "You'll feel this way for the rest of your life. But I think that's okay." Rush doesn't agree. He's held stationary and he's cold and he can't breathe. There are too many dangers lurking in the dark, too many possibilities of pain, too few ways to extricate himself. His fists hurt from trying to beat his way out. There's blood on his hands and his brain sparks with pain. They stare at him and he asks for help and they don't react. There are hands on him, poking and prodding and pinching. Terror, in the bruises on his face and his hips and his chest, over his heart and inside deep where no one is meant to see. It would be so easy to do it again. They could leave him behind. They could show him who's actually in charge. There'd be no repercussions for them. No one cares enough to put themselves in the firing line for him. "It's important," she says. She doesn't want to be alone again, drifting in the dark depths of space. He understands. He doesn't want to be alone either. He inhales water and he inhales air and he inhales vacuum.

Third excerpt. I'd paste it here but I think this answer is already long enough 💀 This is why I'm so slow answering asks for this game fwiw. I need to ramble and infodump or I'll die.

WIP Name Game

[dollar2host]

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[adelaidedrubman]

johnjess + maximum mary may inconvenience

HI STELLA THANK YOU so. this technically maybe still counts for the prompt since probably about five sentences of it actually are nsfw. but it did in fact turn into a full fic of them being annoying so for that i am sorry to everyone, especially mary may (although she’s spared directly bearing witness to them today)

summary: john and jessie go for a joy ride.

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: explicit sexual content, physical violence. not mutually exclusive, per usual they cannot decide if they want to beat the shit out of each other or fuck so they go back and forth. john busts in his pants as decided by the voters. widowmaker slander. mary may suffering implied.

It was a particularly tacky chess piece they currently warred over, Jestiny thought, even by his standards. 

Certainly not worth all the pawns left bleeding out on the board as the two remaining players resorted to wrestling head-to-head for it. 

From the migraine-inducing neon pink blending to blue gradient to the flames reaching out from the gaudy chrome plated grill to the proud design of a bald eagle screeching over stars and stripes decorating the sleeper cabin, well…

It was an extremely ugly truck. 

“O-Oh, fuck me, I want —”

But he looked extremely pretty shoved against the side of it. 

“I want you to hand over the goddamn keys to this piece of shit,” she grunted in interruption, willing herself to stay focused on the mission she’d set out to accomplish despite feeling just what he wanted very clearly along the front of his jeans as she thrust her hands into his pockets in search. 

His chest heaved against hers as he drew in a breath to speak more sharply, as if suddenly reminded that he was being thrown against the side of a semi-trailer as part of an ongoing struggle between their respective militias over the vehicle and not simply for recreation. “Well, I want you to give up on these childish games and face the gravity of your — Oh, fuck —”

Despite the rekindled contempt he nonetheless hiked a leg up as if appeasing her demand, the rubber of his shoes squealing against metal siding followed closely behind by a jingle of keys falling easily from the baggy confines of his pocket, with no added tightness reaching the backside of his jeans. 

She caught the keys in her palm, throwing them to the opposite hand then reaching up to grip the back of his thigh and hold it in place as she gave the keyring a spin around her finger — leaning in to press lips against those pursed in some limbo between spitting out insults and cooing honeyed pleas, kissing him slow and deep, as if she could literally savor the victory from it. 

The irony of giving a victory kiss to the very man whose defeat she celebrated was not lost on her. 

She gave a soft snort of laughter at the thought as she pulled back, playfully brushing her nose against his in parting before darting to the side to hop up the running board and throw the driver’s side door open.

As she climbed inside she couldn’t resist tossing her head back to catch a parting glimpse of the oh so satisfying look of incredulity fixing itself on John’s face, jaw dropped and brow pinched downward and eyes bulging as if in bewilderment that she would have the audacity to actually use the keys she’d spent so much effort wrestling him for. 

He remembered his faculty for language first, his jaw twitching to speak. “I hope you enjoy just how excruciating the realization of the complete futility of your actions is going to be!” He remembered his faculty for movement next, darting forward to wedge his shoulder against the doorframe before she could pull it to shut. “That every sin you’ve committed has done nothing but deprive the righteous and deserving of —” 

She kicked the door outward so as to pull it in again and slam it shut on his shoulder. “This is what you fuckin’ deserve!” She kicked his battered shoulder to send him tumbling to the ground. “And I hope that was fuckin’ excruciating!” 

She slammed the door shut as she turned the key in the ignition and waited for the truck to slowly rumble to life. 

She paused a moment before reaching for the gearshift, instead throwing her hand to the left to crank the window down. She leaned her head out of the window, glancing down at him one last time. 

She also had to admit he looked very pretty bruised up and bloodied and on his knees, trembling arms grasping in a feeble effort to crawl his way up the side of The Widowmaker. 

She licked her lips, hanging her arm out the window to slap her palm against the side of the door before raising the hand in an exaggerated wave of ‘goodbye.’ 

“Happy fucking trails, John!” she called through the window, shoving the gear into drive and ramming her boot down onto the gas. “I’m hauling out!”

A blur of dark blue shot across her periphery as the truck slowly crept forward, quickly materializing as freckled and black inked arms flung over the ledge of the window just as the vehicle slowly lurched forward past the opening garage door and rolled along the short gravel drive. 

“I hope you don’t mind extra cargo!” 

He dove through the window, flinging his body across her lap as he landed, just as the grill of the truck crashed through the chain link gates. 

She clenched her fists against the wheel as she felt it slip unexpectedly to the right beneath her fingers, flexing her arms to resist the force of intruding hands jerking it in an effort to steer the truck away from the path back to town.

“You’re gonna end up as fucking roadkill!” she shouted as she yanked the wheel back towards the left with one hand, the other loosening its grip long enough for her to swing an elbow down to land between his shoulder blades and knock him to the floorboards. “Either from you crashing us and getting us killed or else from me bashing your fucking brains out on the pavement!”

“Oh, yes!” he cried with sarcastic enthusiasm, craning his neck to look up at her from his place landed at her feet. “There’s that wrath, that insatiable need for senseless destruction! That relentless bloodlust driving you to —” She thrust a hand downward to bunch in his hair, yanking him up by it to intercept the conspicuous creeping of his hand towards the brake pedal as he rose. “Oh, yes,” he repeated lower and more breathy as she tightened her grip, a rosy flush spreading along his cheeks and making her suddenly process the familiar position of his head at her lap. “Th-There’s — that feels —”

She briefly lifted her foot off the gas, just long enough to swing the leg outward to hook around his neck and guide his head between her thighs properly before planting back on the accelerator. 

“God, you make me so…” he trailed off with a defeated whine, concern over their big rig tug-of-war seeming to melt away with his wilting into the caress of her fingers along his scalp, hands abandoning any effort to wrestle control of the truck in favor of working at the buttons of her shorts and pulling them down past her thighs. 

She willed her eyes to stay open and focused on the road as she allowed her head to fall back with the dizzying glide of pleasure flooding from the press of his mouth against her. 

“See?” she hummed, weaving her last remaining thread of composure into her words to lace them solid despite the tremor threatening to slip into her voice. “Doesn’t it feel better to be where you belong and behaving instead of being a fucking problem for once?” 

She could feel the electricity of bright blue eyes shooting open to lock onto her face in response just as tangibly as she could the slide of his tongue, the thrill it sent shivering through her just as powerful. So powerful she couldn’t resist sparing a quick glance down to meet his gaze, stroking her hand along the top of his head and down the nape of his neck in encouragement and delighting in the upward furrow of his brow it drew. 

It was a sight so lovely it caused heat to flare, the drumming of her pulse to ratchet up to a heavy pounding, a harsh thudding that almost seemed to shake the frame of the truck itself as — 

She realized with a forward jolt the thud she felt did not come from the cavern of her chest, but from the collision of the grill of the truck with a hastily placed roadblock of eggshell white vehicles she easily plowed through. 

A body bouncing along the windshield to leave behind a smear of blood and spiderweb of splintering glass was perhaps one of the best wake up calls a girl could get that she really shouldn’t be doing what she was doing at the moment. 

And getting road head from a murderous cult leader decidedly numbered among things Jessie shouldn’t be doing. 

He seemed to reach a similar realization in the same instant, giving two heavy blinks before once again grabbing for the brake and steering wheel just as she lifted a foot to kick him back towards the passenger’s seat. 

But the sharp jerk of the wheels to the left sent her flying across the cabin instead, her skull knocking against the glove compartment as she landed. 

“Ah,” John sighed with sarcastic pity, giving her an exaggerated shake of his head as he hopped up into the seat. “Perhaps that will teach you the importance of wearing a seat belt.” He clicked his into place with a dramatic flourish of his arm in punctuation. “Since you refuse to learn anything else.”

“Why you fuckin’ —” she only briefly paused to cradle the aching side of her skull before lunging forward, hands shooting towards the straps of the seat belt. “We’ll see how much good a seat belt is gonna do you!” she shouted, fighting to keep her balance despite the stars dancing along her vision and the further bumpy careening of the car to the right as John hurriedly spun the wheel to reverse their course. She mustered her strength to snap the seat belt taut and pull it against his throat, fists pulling the ends they bunch around towards the headrest to cut off his air. 

With a choked gasp he brought one hand to the seat belt to claw at the strap and pull it away — the other hand rushing to join it a second later when the force proved insufficient, leaving the wheel clear and unmanned. 

Jestiny quickly seized the opening, finally releasing the seat belt to instead wrap her hands around the steering wheel and pull herself forward. 

She threw an elbow back to jab into his stomach and knock the breath he’d managed to suck in right back out as she lowered herself to sit atop his lap in the driver’s seat, stomping a foot down on his to jam on the gas pedal as she spun the wheel to its limits to send the the truck in yet another full reversal. 

“Jessie,” he hissed out hoarsely, hot breath falling against her back through the thin fabric of her t-shirt as he continued gasping for air. “You need to get the fuck up right now and let me drive this monstrosity back to its rightful place.”

Seems like he recovered fast, unfortunately. Freshly strangled and he still couldn’t shut up.

But at least they could agree on the monstrosity part. 

“I think I’ll stay right fucking here,” she chirped in reply, scooting back and side to side in a pantomime of settling into place. “Bein’ my seat cushion may be the first useful thing you ever do in your fucking life.”

Although she could feel as she shifted against him that there was very little cushion to be found — sharp ridges of hip bones cut towards conspicuous hardness straining as tightly as ever against denim. 

He recovered fast. 

“You are the most stubborn, infuriating, obstinate…” he panted against her shoulder as he buried his face into it, hips flexing beneath her in unsteady rhythm, “impossible, difficult —”

“Hard?” she offered, flashing a smirk towards the rear view mirror so he could see it as she set a pace grinding back against him. “To deal with?”

He humphed in complaint, leaned forward and reached to settle his hands at the wheel beneath hers, barely peeking over her shoulder to look through the windshield. “You have —” he drew in a sharp breath. “No idea — what the fuck you’re doing. You —”

“I have a pretty fucking good idea,” she replied with another wriggle of her hips, a rush of satisfaction swelling inside her as she felt firm pressure drag along the seam of her shorts and moved to cover his hands with her own to easily overpower his weak efforts to turn the wheel and resume their struggle.

“Fuck!” She felt fingers flex beneath hers with a final tensing of his muscles — followed by broken cry and a frantic, uncontrolled upward buck of his hips as his grip broke from the wheel completely to instead wrap arms around her waist, burying his face against her back as he clung to her, entire body shuddering beneath her. 

But his shaking was quickly overshadowed by the rough bouncing of the truck itself — her brain belatedly taking stock of the fact the wheel had been jerked sharply to the left, the sudden absence of his resisting force giving her no time to ease back her own and resulting in her steering the car off the road entirely. 

“Fuck!” she shouted in turn, attempting to jerk the wheel back in the direction of the road only to have the bumper meet the ledge of the ditch they’d swerved into — the arms wrapped around her waist all that kept her from flying from her seat again. Instead, she merely banged her head against the steering wheel as they were thrown forward, a harsh screech of metal against metal filling the air. 

She lifted head pulsing with pain to see the view of a solid wall of dirt greeting her, topped off with a mangled length of guardrail impaling the hood of the truck. 

“Well, now nobody gets it,” Jessie grumbled in defeat, kicking a boot against the door in frustration and crossing her arms over her chest. 

John slowly blinked bleary eyes to open, trailing along the length of the windshield to assess the damage before settling on her face. 

“I hope you’re satisfied,” he huffed, smoothing a hand over his hair as if it could help him to regain some composure. “This is the fruit of your labor,” he said, waving a hand at the wreckage in front of them. 

“Not as satisfied as some of us, maybe,” she scoffed, nodding down at his lap. 

He cleared his throat, turning his head away from her. “It was a very bumpy ride,” he said. He kept his gaze down, fingers slowly moving towards her waistband. “But I can make it up to you, if —”

“Oh, you’re gonna,” she spat back firmly, shifting in his lap to face him and shoving a hand against his collarbone. “Not like we’re fucking going anywhere,” she added with a roll of her eyes, sliding off of his lap and between the seats, pulling him along by the wrist towards the sleeper cabin behind them. 

Maybe they could get some use out of this stupid, hideous truck. He did recover fast, after all. 

And looked very pretty kneeling on the floorboards.

[behindthewox]

Suggestion: Bug Report

There will always be bugs. The war to fix all the bugs is an endless one and let's be honest, it's a war that can't be won: there will always be bugs. But we can minimise the damage by fixing the most devastating ones and repair whatever can be repaired whenever possible, and even if the war can't be won the battles are worth fighting. This war is not fought with human lives after all, the only losses we have to mourn is inconveniences, annoyances and digifictional things that don't work.

Digifictional is not a word, I know, but it should be: a combination of digital and fictional, which is what our site content is. What it lacks in material value, it makes up for in emotional value.

The war is ongoing, constantly fought behind the scenes. At least I assume it is, all I have to back it up is a few site leaders mentioning that Dan says he's working on bugs. No one really seems to know what's going on backstage so assumptions is the best we've got at this point. That's what happens when you keep people out.

With the renewal of the changelog, we have an opportunity to start a new practise of reporting on what bugs exists, which bugs are being worked on and why some bugs haven't been fixed yet. A bug report, basically, confirming that while yes, there are bugs, the bugs are being worked on. It's admirable of Dan to fight the battles on his own in the dark without anyone ever knowing, and I can understand that it's no fun to admit that there are bugs and even less fun to admit that the bugs are winning. But if no one knows he's trying, all we see is the bugs that aren't fixed and it's easy to assume that he's just ignoring it.

It's far more valuable to be seen as doing something than to hide your failures. It's better to look proactive than hiding in dark corners where no one can see what you're doing. For all we know, he might just be twiddling his thumbs and playing mobile games, and that's not a very good look for our main hero and knight in shining armour, whom we expect to be out on the battlefield tackling code that we don't understand.

I've probably said this before and I will probably say it again (and again, and again): appearances matter and people's perception of a person is not to be underestimated. If you're a leader of any kind, you want to keep up a good appearance and you want people to see what they expect to see in a good leader. The more positive associations people have with their leaders, the more forgiving they will be when that leader messes up or fails.

So here's my advice: a weekly or monthly Bug Report could be very valuable for Dan and the Mugs. Show some humility in acknowledging that there are bugs and some bugs are harder to defeat than others, show that you care and you're working hard for the community's sake, take some pride in the bugs that are successfully defeated, and throw in a bit of humor for additional positive associations. The users don't need to know what's going on behind the scenes, but it will make users to feel more included and better informed, and people will be far less likely to assume that bugs are just being ignored and no one cares enough to fix them.

While writing this I had an amusing image in my mind: Dan, dressed like a medieval knight in full armour, mounted on a rubber duck, riding into battle against the enemy army of endless code. If someone volunteers to draw this absurdity, I nominate it to be used for all Bug Report posts henceforth!

Why a rubber duck? It's an old trick among programmers: in order to find the mistakes you explain your code from start to finish, and you will likely stumble across your mistake in the process. And instead of torturing your significant other, best friend or pet turtle with code talk, you get a rubber duck to be your listener. It doesn't have to be a rubber duck, but the less sentient your listener is, the less headaches they will suffer. Unless it's a plant, in which case you're practically giving it a spa day.

[denimbex1986]

'There will be no fresh helpings of The White Lotus, The Last of Us or even Emily in Paris beaming into front rooms when summer fades. Nor will a screen version of the musical Wicked, starring Ariana Grande, be showing in your local cinema in the spring. And all shooting on Gladiator 2 in Morocco is likely to be indefinitely paused. Already, the wails are almost audible.

On this, the first weekend of the American screen actors’ strike, the level of frustration registered by film and TV drama fans around the world has dwarfed earlier reactions to the equivalent writers’ strike, running since the beginning of May.

Since negotiations collapsed in Los Angeles on Thursday, the gloves are off in a fight over the way the streaming services are seen to be pushing down pay and investing in the use of artificial intelligence in production.

And if an industrial relations struggle benefits from a dose of charisma, then the battle to secure the income of the talent behind a large proportion of the world’s streaming content suddenly has much more of the right ingredient. On Friday, George Clooney became the latest celebrity to back the campaign. “Actors and writers in large numbers have lost their ability to make a living,” the actor said, going on to speak of “an inflection point in our industry”.

The recognisability of many of the faces now taking a stand, from Clooney to Margot Robbie and Brian Cox, compared to their counterparts inside the writers’ rooms, has brought the Hollywood dispute to the top of the international news agenda. Productions involving leading American talent, stalled in many countries ever since work on scripts has been prohibited, will now probably grind to a near standstill. And the actors say they are prepared for a long fight.

Among them is Barbie star Robbie, who has stepped out of promotional events, and Oscar winner Susan Sarandon, who argued this weekend that “the issues of streaming and AI are things that have to be dealt with now”. “We’re in an old contract for a new type of business and it’s just not working for most people,” the actor told reporters in New York.

Sarandon’s words follow a protest move in London on Thursday when the stars of the new Christopher Nolan film, Oppenheimer, walked out of the premiere. Emily Blunt, Cillian Murphy and Florence Pugh left with Matt Damon, whose new production company with Ben Affleck is also set to suffer, he said. The cast had the support of the British director Nolan, who has spoken of the moment being ripe for action. Monday’s red carpet event ahead of the New York premiere of Nolan’s film is also cancelled. “In support of the ongoing SAG strike, the film-makers of Oppenheimer will instead screen the movie to celebrate the crew and craftspeople who contributed to making this film,” said a statement from Universal.

Festivals and fan events are threatened too. Organisers of the Toronto International film festival still hope it will go ahead in early September and have told the BBC: “The impact of this strike on the industry and events like ours cannot be denied. We urge our partners and colleagues to resume an open dialogue.” The Venice festival schedulednext month is also in jeopardy, and San Diego’s Comic-Con could be held without its main attraction – celebrities.

On Friday, more than 160,000 members of the Screen Actors Guild-American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (Sag-Aftra) stopped work, joining the 11,500 members of the Writers Guild of America in the biggest strike for more than 60 years. Both writers and actors were negotiating with the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers over residuals, the payments made when a show or film is repeated. Streaming services such as Netflix have large audiences because of their big libraries of films and shows and yet they pay much less in residuals than broadcast television.

Actor Fran Drescher, the serving president of Sag-Aftra known for her role in The Nanny, claims responses from studio and streaming bosses so far have been “insulting and disrespectful”.

Her sentiments have been echoed by Cox, the Scottish actor behind Succession’s ruthless Logan Roy. “If our residuals go down, it means our health insurance isn’t going to be met,” he said on Friday. “The streaming services have shot themselves in the foot because they’ve said, ‘We’re going very well on this front.’ And when we called them to task and said, ‘What about our residuals, what about our money?’ everything kind of closes down and … you know, it’s not going to happen.”

Cox also attacked plans to use AI programming to replicate talent. “There would never be an original voice,” he argued, citing the British writer behind Succession, Jesse Armstrong, and Mike White, the creator and sole writer of The White Lotus. “It would be some kind of copy monkey of the show. And that is unacceptable.”

If screen talent is now playing its part to the full, then the tough-talking industry moguls are also getting into character. On Thursday, ahead of the strike, Walt Disney CEO Bob Iger told CNBC that stoppages had come at “the worst time in the world”. “There’s a level of expectation that they have that is just not realistic, and they are adding to a set of challenges that this business is already facing, that is quite frankly, very disruptive,” he said.'

[great-kung-lao]

Lately there are times when I feel melancholic about the past. There were so many things I have been passionate about.

Mortal Kombat felt like my everything, but it turned into something unrecognizable by today and I'm no longer invested. I'm hollow towards something I liked very much and the worst part about it is that it's not me, it's Mortal Kombat being in the hands of wrong people that don't care about the fans that came before. If it was a me problem, that's something that can be fixed, but I can't fix how others treat Mortal Kombat. I was excluded by modern version of favorite universe. It is what it is.

DC Universe and comic books in general. Ever since Thor movie I was hardcore into following these interconnected universes. It was exciting. But everything was ruined by too many cooks in the kitchen. Characters and stories stopped being cosistent. When DC Rebirth happened I was actually following every ongoing title, but that reboot was also ruined, especially Superman when Bendis took the charge. Man of Steel movie wasn't followed up how I would've wanted it and ever since Zack Snyder started spreading that particular nonsense about cucked Superman, I was done, I'm out. I don't want to suffer anymore through these incosistencies, constant reboots and dumb author visions. Another chapter I left behind.

Couple of years ago I became huge fan of Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus. Those books actually made me passionate about reading again and ever since I have filled my personal library with lots of exciting new books that brought me joy upon reading. But then I learned that Rick Riordan killed Jason Grace in Trials of Apollo and all my passion evaporated. I can't be excited about this franchise anymore because there is only pain to look forward to. I have finished all PJO-verse books accept Trials of Apollo series, because I don't want to have something else be ruined for me again. If I can't control how people do their franchises, then I will control where I'm done with it. Heroes of Olympus has perfect ending and that's where it ends for me. Jason and Piper are together and live happily ever after towards that vision of them old together that Jason saw in Blood of Olympus book.

Star Wars? It ended on Return of the Jedi. This franchise has one of the biggest falldowns in history and I'm afraid it will never recover.

I'm sure there was something else, but I just don't remember anymore because it was most likely ruined as well to the point of no return.

I feel melancholic because it feels like I wasted myself on something that didn't appreciate me back. All my emotional investment wasn't payed off. I payed money for something that didn't deserve it in the end.

I'm afraid that my other favorite things might let me down as well. Though I will always appreciate what I love about those things as they were in the past, I will never be excited about something new and it makes me sad sometimes, because that time when I was emotionally invested was great thanks to people that I connected with thanks to those franchises, but these days we barely chat or don't chat at all and I miss that.

Always be on guard and keep in mind that content you love and enjoy belongs to corporations and is produced by other people and there might come a day when they do something irreversible to the thing you like. Try not to dwell on it too much and move on. Read fanfiction, look for fan art and join a community that concetrates on the good parts of your favorite thing. Find yourself a safe space. It helped me a lot.

[themovieblogonline]

Warner Bros. Discovery Takes HUGE LOSSES

The WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes are holding back Warner Bros. Discovery's annual profits. The company is about to be hit by a massive loss that will potentially cause it to lose millions of dollars. Studios conforming to despicable strategies to repress writers, workers, and other behind-the-scenes artists are now going down with major annual earnings at stake. Right after the beginning of the WGA strikes, AMPTP had multiple opportunities to compensate those who are the heart and soul of the entertainment industry. Billions of dollars generated from these projects were going straight to the bank accounts of these businessmen and no questions were asked. However, it seems rather ludicrous that the studios couldn't foresee the tumultuous financial wave ahead of them. SAG-AFTRA strikes then joined WGA on July 14, prolonging the duration of this perilous swirl. In a recently held media giant, David Zaslav revealed that the expected yearly earnings of Warner Bros. Discovery will be around $10.5-$11 billion. A huge loss ranging from $300-$500 million is being observed. This also echoes the negative impact of several halted films and television shows in the industry due to the utterly  Warner Bros. Discovery is now convinced that it will suffer from the setbacks of the ongoing strikes. It wrote: "While WBD is hopeful that these strikes will be resolved soon, it cannot predict when the strikes will ultimately end. With both guilds still on strike today, the Company now assumes the financial impact to WBD of these strikes will persist through the end of 2023." In retrospect, these losses could've been avoided most gracefully if the logical demands of the protestors had been met on time. Studios need to drop their selfish agendas and practice inclusivity to benefit the driving forces behind the content that brings extra millions to the house by becoming trendy and impactful. At this time, depriving audiences of their favorite TV shows and shoving developed companies into the pits, seems the opposite of 'professional'. We'd love to know your thoughts on this so leave a comment below!   Source: Variety Read the full article

[pratibha191]

Buy And Sell YouTube Channel

Buy And Sell Youtube Channel 

Undoubtedly alluring is the idea of purchasing a YouTube channel that has already been earning money. Put yourself in the position of a seasoned creator who has a loyal following and a reliable source of passive revenue. It's important to understand the potential risks connected to this practice, though. First off, buying a YouTube channel directly violates the terms of service for the website. The organic growth process that creators are expected to go through is something that buying a channel essentially avoids. YouTube is committed to encouraging authenticity and openness.

A purchased channel could also have unintended consequences. The audience that has been built up might not be interested in the new direction of the content, which would result in a drop in subscribers and engagement. Authenticity and audience engagement are

Motives behind selling a YouTube channel and potential ethical issues

On the other hand, for a variety of reasons, producers may think about selling their popular YouTube channels. Financial considerations frequently have a big impact. A popular channel might fetch a high price, especially if it has a sizable following and is well-monetized. It's also possible for content creators to feel depleted or out of sync with their work, which makes the idea of a sale alluring.

But there are moral issues raised by this. An audience puts their faith in a content provider in addition to their time. This trust could be betrayed if a channel is sold without being transparent or without ensuring the audience's ongoing satisfaction. While creators are entitled to make decisions regarding their careers, a sudden change in ownership may leave viewers confused.

The Legal and Financial Dilemma

The buying and selling of YouTube channels is legally ambiguous. Purchasing or selling channels is prohibited under YouTube's terms of service, as was already mentioned. Anyone who conducts such transactions does so at their own risk. For breaking these rules, channels risk being demonetized, suspended, or possibly permanently barred. Furthermore, navigating disputes and conflicts resulting from such transactions can be extremely difficult in the absence of a clear legal framework.

The situation becomes even more difficult with monetization. The likelihood that a monetized channel will produce revenue determines how much it is worth. However, if the channel's audience, content, or engagement suffers as a result of a change in ownership, this potential might swiftly disappear. so the true

The Long-Term View: Establishing Genuine Relationships

The long-term advantages of real connections and genuine material must ultimately be evaluated against the temptation of purchasing or selling a YouTube channel. Real connections between creators and their fans are the lifeblood of YouTube. Since the creator has taken the time to learn about the preferences of their audience, hone their content strategy, and cultivate a devoted following, channels that have been created from the ground up frequently have a more solid foundation.

The hazards and moral issues surrounding these transactions should be taken into account by the creators. Aspiring YouTubers would do better to embrace the process of organic growth, value their audience's trust, and produce content that has a lasting impact rather than concentrating on quick fixes. This could require more time, but the payoff is a more enduring, satisfying, and successfully

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[splathousefiction]

Joyful Stick: Mods And You

Good day my lovely deviants. Welcome back to Joyful Stick. Miss our last entry? You can read it here. As you can probably tell, it’s been quite some time since that. Before getting into our main topic I’m going to explain why.

Joyful Stick was a series I originally started as a “warm up” for my other projects, such as fiction stories and editorials. In a similar way, Jack’s Sack also filled this role. Both series kept me writing and engaged with my craft. Both also kept me more engaged with the larger NSFW community as well. Thanks both to support on patreon and gifts, these respective series more or less could continue in perpetuity if I wanted them to. There was always the promise of a new entry either weekly or bi-weekly. Except there was one problem.

I got bored.

Sex toy makers do go through trends and changes with their products, but it’s a long wait for new models to go from an idea to being available. This often meant I was left reviewing extremely similar toys, with little to add to the conversation or recommendation from the previous review. Though I found alternative means with which to generate revenue from them (like fansly), these reviews rarely “popped” and often were ignored in favor of the other content I created with the toys. Quite a few of you enjoyed watching me/hearing me use them over reading a review, and I can understand why. The last entry of Jack’s Sack was in April of 2022.

As such, that series won’t be returning. Any toys sent to me will be reviewed on my fansly in either audio or video form as per request of the person that sends it. These reviews will be behind a paywall, available either a subscription or a one-time purchase on my fansly page. If you’d like to see that series continue, I suggest following me there.

Joyful Stick had the opposite issue. With two major platforms supporting a wide variety of NSFW releases (that being Steam and Itch.io), there was a veritable ocean of content from all kinds of creators. However, curation and coverage of these titles is extremely rare. While I’m well aware I’m hardly alone in covering adult games, these kinds of discussions are in the niche. I can’t name anyone else off the top of my head that does these styles of reviews. Likewise, the NSFW/Adult game community suffers from a major issue-that being an ongoing bout of “hentai-itis”. It made finding games that had quality writing and gameplay exceedingly difficult. Many titles started to become a slurry of indistinguishable characters and engines before my very eyes.

The only review I actually remember well is the one I did covering Ghost of Tsushima. A title that, while mature and incredible, notably wasn’t pornographic in nature. Following that was my review-cum-editorial of Bloodborne PSX, which also notably wasn’t a porn game. Both of these reviews stay in my mind more so for what I personally-as a player-gleamed from them rather than what they were able to accomplish. Both are great, go play them-but their existence in my life brought more than any RPGMaker title with giant tiddies ever could.

I found it extremely difficult to write anything for this review series that matched that level. So, I got jaded. Burned out. Bored, and disinterested.

As December came in 2022 and I was going through a depressive episode, I began to ask myself what I truly wanted from my creative endeavors. Addressing the obvious, growing gap in my writing was first and foremost. It had been months since I wrote anything, even longer for series like Joyful Stick. I thought back to those prior reviews-and the answer became readily apparent.

Joyful Stick is returning, as made obvious by this entries existence. However, it’s no longer going to focus just on the games themselves. I always felt a bit shameful measuring anything with arbitrary metrics of  “buy or don’t”, as I felt it cut into the artistic endeavors of the developers. Rather, I’m going to focus much more on what the title itself is trying to say, along with my personal reception and the communities.

I absolutely, positively will review anything gifted to me. This includes Non-NSFW/Adult title. If I feel as strongly about something as I did Ghost or BBPSX, you can expect a write up on it in due time. I’ll try to veer towards coverage of NSFW/Adult games, as there’s not nearly enough done for them. But I am no longer going to limit myself to those only.

So.

Got something you want me to check out?

Drop me a line, and if you’re so inclined I’ll give you means to gift me it.

As always, I’ll gladly answer questions on twitter.

Now without anymore delay…onto our review.

One Thick Robot Changes Everything

Haydee is not an great game.  

Not really.

It’s not terrible, but rather something a bit worse-exceedingly average and simultaneously aggravating in ways too familiar to even draw inspired criticism. It’s a third-person shooter that has enemy variation you can count on one hand. There’s minor puzzles and platforming, which are either brain-dead simple or inherently crafted so badly that asking for a guide would be meet with a sneer before someone tells you to “get good”. It’s three hours long and feels twice that.

But Haydee had exactly two things going for it-Haydee herself, the tit-ular character, and Steam Workshop accessibility.

Haydee is a faceless, curvaceous robot with her assets on full (if tasteful) display. Her upper body is covered in white-plated science fiction clothing meant to simulate combat armor. Her long legs and ass lead to the floor running free of a blue-tinted singlet. Yes, every part of her jiggles as well. While not an especially inspired design, Haydees presentation launched a thousand Source Film Maker videos and several careers. If we’re to make an argument on whether that design was inherently sexualised or not, I think therein lies the answer.

Players get to gaze and look at Haydee through an over-the-shoulder camera which can be rotated freely with the mouse. Her movements are likewise exaggerated, requiring additional button presses to make her squat then get back up, haul herself over platforms and more. The water effects in the game are a far cry from sensational-but getting Haydee wet predictably adds an appealing shine to every part of her.

It’s no wonder then that I heard about the game through the porn first. Before I was even made aware that Haydee had a steam page, I watched her deeply impregnate several Dead Or Alive girls, tit fuck several men and jerk off folks with her ass cheeks. Her design, albeit horny, was just “sci-fi robot generic” enough that I had no idea what she could have been from. Upon finding out there was an entire game with this character, I purchased it the moment it went on sale.

And.

Well.

Yet, Haydee continues to be something I come back to every so often specifically because of the community response to Haydee herself. The reaction to a character who was realistically “thick” and proportioned right at the front stage of a game garnered the title enough success that a sequel was released. I’m not purchasing the sequel and have zero interest in playing it. A community of fervent supporters also began cranking out mods, reskins, new levels and more within the same month of the titles debut.

Which lead to the discovery of one of the greatest collective efforts of archiving I have ever seen.

Nude Mods, Censorship And More

Nude mods and alterations which add sexual content to games aren’t a new concept.

I remember reading a preview for Morrowind in an issue of PC Gamer in middle school that very specifically joked about “the harem of nude, big tiddy mages” available through community efforts-and that was the specific reason I bought the game. A Gameshark code to make Kasume in Dead or Alive 2: Hardcore nude was available at some point when I was a freshman. With sweaty palms, I fervently typed in fifty lines of code to get a character model with as much anatomical detail as a barbie doll. Someone had legitimately sat down and figured out how to remove her layers by reverse engineering that specific part of the game and building a code to alter it. Rumors of a “nude mode” in the original Tomb Raider are almost as old as I am.

These aren’t new concepts, but industry and platform reactions to it absolutely are. It’s a mixed bag of ethical reasoning-fighting sexism in the industry and creating safe environments and platforms for everyone is always a good thing. Puritanicalism is not. Some companies fumble this, others don’t. There’s no right answer saving abstaining, which in of itself can be particularly insidious.

Steam handled this a few years ago by announcing they would allow any content that didn’t represent a direct threat to it’s user base, adopting the “new grounds rule” of “everything by everyone”. Except this wasn’t a hard and fast rule-Red Candle Games infamously had their title removed after place holder art was left in by accident. Similar layers of censorship have also occurred with other titles, often after pressure was applied by the public or a government entity.

In regards to adult titles, Steam has a hypocritical stance. Titles themselves can often have any number of NSFW/Adult things or themes within them (over half the games purchased for this series were on steam). However, things uploaded to the Steam Workshop abide by a totally different set of Terms of Service. Quite specifically, adult content is more or less forbidden, with uploaders and creators resorting to clever titles, hiding what’s actually in the file or altering the mod with minimal censorship to abide by Steams rules. Most of the time users simply circumvent this by going to larger, more lenient mod databases such as Nexus.

The Haydee community had a radically different idea.

For all the obvious reasons, Haydee is a title that had an abundance of sexualized content in it’s mods. Total reskins, posers, levels mimicking BDSM dungeons and more abounded. Of the most wild I personally saw was a “barefoot sounds” mod which…made Haydees bare feet sound like bare feet. An overwhelming majority of these were pulled from the Steam Workshop, often without notice to the creators. As the last seven years of my life have been devoted to sexual entertainment, I can’t even begin to quantify how devastating de-platforming can be to an individual or team.

While these were often dual uploaded on other platforms, the Haydee community decided to fight back in a unique way. As the Steam Discussion features for games has a totally different terms of service from either Workshop or Steam itself, they created a thread with a google-drive archive of every single mod pulled as a result of censorship.

As of this writing, it’s over twelve gig and features over two hundred mods.

It’s single handedly one of the most ambitious community efforts I have ever seen for what is otherwise an un-extraordinary game, the direct response of attempted censorship. The mere fact this is pinned at the top of the community board featuring content in flagrant violation of Workshop’s TOS lays bare how pointless crusades against such content actually are-and made me come to the following realization.

Censorship in of itself is a pointless practice compared to efforts like proper age gating and other means of restricting adult content. Removing adult content from your platform does not stop people from being horny. As a sex worker, we’ll either exist in spite of your TOS or because you directly allow us to. One is going to be a much bigger pain in your ass than the other. As sex workers and adult content drive a sizable portion of website traffic in all cases, adjusting the TOS and allowing us to ethically conduct business is paramount to maintaining your own.

This efforts of the Haydee community reminded me of the countless times a “NSFW Purge” has been rumored to occur at some point on twitter. Except SWers, porn and more make up so much of Twitter’s traffic that there were internal talks to simply allow us a platform of our own within twitter’s ecosystem. Getting rid of us would have killed the site, just like tumblr.

Censorship isn’t the answer, ever. Rather, it’s a band aid on an issue to show investors and nothing more.

-j

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]

I got a message on one of my various social media platforms, that asked for anonymity, but also said I’m free to use the information.

I dithered for a while on whether to post this or not. But this person sent me this info, because they were worried the information remaining secret would cause more hurt / disappointment. So I’ve decided to make this post after all.

I’m not posting screenshots and I’m not going to copy/paste the message verbatim. Paraphrased, these are some things I just read:

Rusty Quill has run out of money.

They overpromised and now can't keep up.

The hiatus was not to avoid crunch, but because they couldn’t pay their staff.

“A lot of” staff is currently going unpaid because of bad financial management from RQ. People’s income is actively suffering.

Shows that were on hiatus are being pulled.

TMA2 is a desperate attempt to bring in some money in order to cover debts and bail out already ongoing productions.

Anon is worried that RQ is overpromising yet again.

RQ is not being honest with “the world”, whether that means “its fans”, or also its staff, is up to you. However, saying the hiatus is for staff’s welfare is a downright lie and Anon wants this to be known, even if RQ is probably unhappy with this information being publicly known.

Anon has pointed out that they want people to be aware of the facts before throwing money at TMA2 - money that will be used to bail out bad financial decisions, rather than producing good new content for a show they love.

Anon fully acknowledges that remaining anonymous makes them less trustworthy, but they don’t want to get anyone into trouble. (Neither do I. This is my mudslinging, by the way. Treat me like a rabid fan and ignore me if you’d rather not be involved in all this drama. Which is very fair and valid of you.)

Part of my response was the following:

I wish you, Anon, all the best for your personal and professional future. Please take care of yourself first and foremost. No company - not even one founded and run by friends - is worth working yourself to the ground for.

By the way: Personally, I’m really happy to see everyone’s tags on the reblogs I’m currently getting. Some people have said really nice things about RQ shows and the respective people behind them.

But please make sure that your love and support goes to the people who need it, not to me. And make sure it goes not just to people whose voices you know, but also those working behind the scenes.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Could I request a Bucky Barnes x reader smut? Basically she and Bucky have been together for some time and maybe it’d be a little angst where the two are talking about the future and Bucky not thinking he can ever have a normal future? Which would result in soft smut and later reader being revealed as pregnant so Bucky finally gets his family

I’m Home

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | based on the request ^^

Warnings | angst, smut, oral sex (m receiving), fluff, pregnancy, mentions of death

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

The Wilson’s boat rocked sturdily upon the water, swaying as the boats worked aboard. Your hand held the weight of a silver spanner, twirling it in your fist as though it were a knife, thinking of the long road ahead of you. Sam had the shield now, that was a good start, but still, there was a ways to go until the world recognised him as the captain that he was meant to be.

There was so much destruction ongoing in the world, what with the flag smashers, and whomever the power broker was, and surely, you knew on the shallow surface, that there would be masses more problems to arise. It was exhausting, to know that there was no end to the war on earth, and that you were surely going to be fighting the threats until you could no more.

Bucky felt the same; he had just gone from one war to another, losing everyone that he cared about along the way. Steve had given everything up to finally find peace, and yet, the two did not share the same opportunity. An escape was never laid at your feet, instead, the pair of you were trapped in the cycle of cruelty, being blended around in a shredder by reality.

“Hey.” A voice confiscated you from the lonesome containment of your thoughts; it was Sam’s hosting sister, Sarah. I’m her own way, though you doubted that she would never admit such a thing, she was a hero. She had become a widow, and not to mention she remained a stable mother to keep her boys afloat, as well as nurturing half the kids that lived within close proximity.

“Hi Sarah.” You put the tool down, giving her your ample attention as you stood, tugging your fingers into the loops of your jeans as you stepped out of the boat, and onto the dock. “Anything I can help with?” It hadn’t passed your attention that Sam and Bucky had disappeared, but not into ash like last time. Instead, they had walked off in the direction of the house, most likely meddling about with a ball, in the back yard with Jim and Jody.

“I just came to let you know I’ve made the sofa up for you and Bucky. Are you sure you’ll be all good, I could always kick Sam outta his bed and make him sleep on the living room floor?” The two of you had nightmares, if you were to be separated from him for even a night, it was certain that the pair of you would greatly suffer. That was something you didn’t want to burden any of the Wilson’s with, screaming in the middle of the night because flashes from your past struck an unconscious nerve.

“All good, and thank you Sarah. You didn’t have to let us stay here, we both appreciate it, a hell of a lot.” One thing that you had learnt throughout your years was to show gratitude. The smallest amount shared had the ability to spring up moods, and had even set you on a much more heroic path than the one that you had been originally been placed upon.

“You’ve earned your stay.” Sam’s sister shrugged with modesty, acknowledging the help that you and Bucky had not only given to Sam, but to her family’s legacy. The two of you had aided with fixing the old wreckage that had now returned to the form of a boat, keeping it afloat rather than permitting it to sink from the quarrels that Sam had with himself regarding fixing the damned yet meaningful port of transport.

“This life you have, it’s great. I get it’s not easy, but it’s beautiful. You have two wonderful kids, that you’ve done such a great job raising, and not to mention, these community that you have is so loving and kind, even to us outsiders.” The pair of you had paused outside of her front door, speaking. “Sam is lucky to have you, he truly is.”

“Well, maybe one day this life could be something similar to what you’ll have.” The sister of your friend smiled, though your mirroring expression retracted. In a stumble of thought, you shook your head, not believing that possibility. This all was... perfect. That was something that you had never had, nor would you think that you’d ever be permitted such a peaceful lifestyle.

“I don’t think that would work out.” You sincerely mumbled, feeling the sad swelling in your chest at the prospect of all the luxuries that life had denied both you and Bucky of. It wasn’t fair all the same, but the two of you were used to being denied human rights, let alone the simplicity of nothing more than a life together. “As nice as it sounds, me and Buck aren’t really cut out for all this I suppose.”

“The world does not choose who can and cannot have a family, there’s always a way. Just because you haven’t had the most ideal line of story does not at all mean that you can’t make it work, from as much as i know, you two deserve a life together, that doesn’t include being shot at, or shooting at other people. Sometimes, you’ve just gotta go for it, and hope for the best.” She gave you a final nod, before heading inside, and you trailed after her into her her residency.

The two of you went your separate ways, and there, you saw Bucky, sat up on the sofa, his hands clasped together as his eyes stared towards the tan bag, that concealed not the shape, but the Stars and Stripes of the infamous shield. It was much a relief that it was no longer in Walker’s toxic clutch, however its presence, among other things, were taking a clear toll on your boyfriend.

“You ever feel like we’re stuck?” The air was tense around you both as he spoke solemnly, it diverting to match the mood of his question. “Like we’re us, and I love us, but it makes me think that it’s it. Just me and you, on this path for the rest of our lives, never getting a compensated break, nor an average person’s future. I want this, what these people here have, not the combat that is aided by this metal arm, or the associations that stick to us like life lines.”

“All the time, it’s on my mind James.” With a sigh, you came to sit beside him on the couch, resting your head against his bionic shoulder. “I ever wonder if there’s a timeline of you and me where there’s none of this ruckus, we just have a nice little house in a quiet and accepting place, and maybe a kid or two in the future.”

“I’d give anything up for that.” He looked at you, almost wide eyed, as his hand slithered down onto your knee cap, rubbing small circles as he wore a blunt and endearing smile upon his infatuating lips. “I mean that Buck, that sounds...”

“Perfect?” He asked, leaning closer as he grabs your chin with his wondrous fingers, his nose brushing alongside your own as his puckered lips fell upon yours, earning a small hun of content from within you. “Because you’re perfect to me, and no matter what life we are encased in, I want to share it with you. I want stare at the night sky and watch the moonlight illuminate the side of your face, and the stars reflect in your entrapping eyes, that I want to look into like a medium’s orbs forever, because that is how I will see the future that I ever so hope for.”

“How long have you been working on that one Barnes, because you are usually not that smooth?” A small laugh erupted from your mouth, but you were quickly silenced as you felt a cold metal hand slither up and beneath the back of your tank top, rubbing along the seam of your spine, as his lips ran down the column of your throat, evoking small and delicate whimpers out of you.

“Shut up doll, because I really want to fuck you now, and those words leaving your mouth are making it kinda hard to concentrate.” A furrow imbedded between his brows, as you tilted your head at him, a smirk proclaiming your expression as you pulled the material over your head, and reached behind yourself to unclip the back of your bra.

“Kinda hard to concentrate, hun?” You asked nonchalantly as his gaze zeroed in on your bare breasts, his hands smoothing along your ribcage as he adjusted his grip of you so that he was palming at your breasts, and squeezing the nipples. “I want you in me baby, I’ve practically gone days without you inside of me.” Licking your lips, you reached down to palm your beloved through his layers, earning a positive groan from the former assassin.

“Hours, you mean. I fingered you on the road trip here.” Yes, that was true, however, it was only his fingers, not even the metal ones, and whilst you loved what they alone could do, he had to be discreet as you were sat on the back of the truck, which had carried the primary parts for the Wilson’s family boat. If you were to scream out, they’d have surely thought that you’d fallen off the back of the truck and pull over, or if they had much sense, they’d have noticed that there was more going on than two passengers sat side by side on the journey to their small neighbourhood by the docks,

“You heard me Barnes, otherwise I’m sure Sam wouldn’t have any problem if I came to his room in this state of undress that I am currently portraying.” Growling was never Bucky’s fortes, however the sound aggressively ripped through the tunnel of his throat, as he threw off his grey top, quickly unfastening his belt, as he awaited for you to strip the rest of your clothing before him.

But rather than doing so, as he stood before you, your hand had trouble resisting the sight of his cock that had bobbed to attention, and thus, you wrapped it around his toned flesh, giving it a couple jerks that had his head reeling back, before you tongued his tip, moaning to yourself at the taste of him invading your sensitive taste buds. “Love your cock.”

As soon as you said that, Bucky gently gathered your head in a ponytail so that it was free from bombarding your face, and groaned as quiet as he could as you sucked him in your mouth, running your tongue up the side of his shaft. “Is that a part of your dream world baby doll, the sight of my cock throbbing to be inching down that perfect little throat of yours?”

To answer him, you pressed your head down deeper, humming around him as your eyes ogled up at the sight of your super soldier, who was trying his hardest to keep his eyes open, and attuned to the sight of you. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, as you lightly gagged around him, pulling off him, and squeezing his balls, before running your hungry tongue along the middle of his sack.

“Always. It would be a dream if you made love to me right here and now though, I’m not sure I can wait any longer James.” Bucky took a long inhale, before ravishingly pulling down your jeans and panties in one go, and tossing you so that he was below your form, and you hovered over him, toying with his erect cock. “I love you so much Bucky, and I’m scared of what’s to come. I have a feeling that there’s gonna be a fight.”

“There’s always a fight doll face.” He rubbed his thumb soothingly across your jaw, pulling your hips down closer so that you were rubbing your slick folds against his standing cock. “But this is what we’re fighting for, the rest of our lives together. I’d be damned, one day after this, and if I were to die, I’d be a happy man. There’d be the memory of you to keep me forever happy in the afterlife, and not to mention, there’d be no more wars for me to participate in.”

“I’m not going to let you die Buck, even hypothetically. We saw how your little hypothetical synopsis went last time.” Tapping his cock against your clit, a breathy sound evicted from your lips, as you stared down at the two of you intimately touching, the sight alone making you more turned on and impatient. “No one is allowed to kill you, otherwise I’ll unleash hell on all their flag smashing asses.”

Giving him one last stroke, you guided his tip towards your entrance, removing your hand once you had him situated, so that you could rest it upon his sturdy shoulder, and sink down on him, the feeling of him stretching you being the most euphoric sensation that you had ever endured. Hushed moans ceased from the both of you, as Bucky’s hands gripped your ass cheeks, only adding to all of the pleasure that was erupting within you.

“Think your pussy is gonna kill me before anyone else does; your so tight.” His pitch had rose, as your fingertips danced along the left side of his handsome face, invisibly connecting the dots of his beauty marks. You allowed the pair of you to adjust for a simple moment, before you began to raise your hips, sliding up his super soldier rod, only to slide down it again.

The actions were repeated, as your own hands trailed down his warm skin, to drag down the golden lines of his vibranium arm, only to bring the weapon to your mouth, and kiss every black finger up, as you tried your best to muffle the moans that were hoping to reap free. “So fucking big, I love you and your cock.” You muttered, your sight turning blurry as Bucky realised that it was his turn to do the work, and thus, he thrusted up into you, making echoing sounds of your skin slapping together reverberate around the room.

“Love you more.” He gritted his teeth, pulling his metallic hand away from your numb lips, so that he could swirl the elegant digits around your clit, the action provoking whimpers to rapidly surpass your exterior, as you bit harshly onto your own lip, and screwed your eyes shut. “Cum for me doll, want you to cover my hard cock in everything you have. Come on baby, you can do it.”

Without much thought, as your mind was too scrambled to do so, you reached for Bucky’s spare hand, pulling it to your mouth as you sucked on his fingers as though you were blowing him. A low moan that was dialled down from the presence of his flesh digits, ran from your mouth, as you began to bounce your hips, chasing and eventually reaching your high. You came around him, pushing him too over the edge, his seed filling your walls, as you collapsed atop of him, huffing from exhaustion as you removed his salivated hand from the realms of your mouth, resting your head against his panting chest.

Stringed sighs fell from Bucky’s breath as he tried to catch his own breath. His hands rubbed your back, not only to comfort you, but also to subconsciously pull you closer against him, and his softening cock that was still inside you, and was keeping his cum plugged within your tender and pulsating walls. If life was easier, there’d be more time for this, and that, but for now, it was just every now and then. Maybe you’d win this fight and survive until the next one, but maybe, you’d lose and never battle again.

Life was precious, that was something that you had not only learned as an avenger, but also something that had been told to you by Isiah. That man thought that you deserved a normal life, no fighting, no super soldiers. He himself was the biggest yet silent critic of those with additional strength, but his opinion was never going to sway you, not as you stared out into Sarah’s backyard, and watched the man that you loved play with the boys.

They had the shield, and were whisking it through the air like a frisbee; dangerous, yes, but again, life could only amount to so much without an ounce of pain. A content and satisfied smile absorbed any pain on your face, you were enraptured with the sight of Bucky like this, he was like an uncle to these two kids. He was no captain America, that was for sure, but you didn’t want a man in Stars and Stripes, all you wanted was him to be at peace, and it was a fact unbeknownst to him, that you had made such an alternative to that.

“Still want all this?” Sarah emerged, a cheap yet formidable bottle of wine pursed in her hand, as she held two clear and tall glasses in her hand. You hummed, watching as she poured the thin red consistency into one glass, but as she went to fill the other, you held out your hand, shaking your head. The woman was confused, last time you had visited, and were entangled on her sofa with the limbs of your boyfriend and a shaggy old blanket, you had kindly accepted her offer.

“Sure do.” You sighed, staring out into the green abyss where Jim was hanging from Bucky’s arm like it were a branch. “How do you do this, this whole mother thing? I’ve never been able to wrap my head around how you make it look so easy, it’s just, you do such a good job.” Your palms rested flat on your thighs as you laughed at Sam ordering Jody to jump on Bucky’s back, as he fell down in faux defeat.

“It never is easy y/n.” She placed the open bottle down, along with the mismatched glasses, that were asymmetrical considering one was half filled and the other wallowed in emptiness. “But every step of difficulty is worth it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss their father, but they’re my priority. For Jim and Jody, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do, and you’d understand that if you ever opened yourself up to giving your life of heroism up to have all this.”

“I might have to.” Twiddling with your fingers, glancing up at your boyfriend, realising that he was in fact not looking over, you clasped your intwined hands over your stomach, smiling softly to yourself. “And maybe not having another option is the best option for me and Buck, because we don’t have to fight with ourselves over being included in our duties, we have new ones.”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” Sarah asked, resting her nurturing hand upon the tile of your shoulder, prompting you to turn your face towards her. There was a conflict in your eyes, it was something that she recognised her younger self having once worn. It was the idea of putting everything aside, all for a child, everything that she had ever known, so that she could put her baby boy first. “Does Bucky know?”

“He will.” You shifted your head down, unsure of yourself. This had been what you had wanted, and whilst you still envied Sarah for the role she had, you were hurt. A part of you wanted to be an avenger until you were nothing but a soul drifting in the abyss of non existence, another didn’t want to let the knowledge of being a carrier for a new future crumble you. “I just need a moment to tell him.”

“I’ve got it.” She sent you a wink, picking up the items she had brought out, before she called on Sam and the kids to come inside. Sarah had gifted you the opportunity of revealing the truth to your partner with no one else around; you appreciated that. As he stalked closer, you met him halfway, sinking into his arms as he hugged you.

“Looked like you were having fun with the boys.” You verbally noted, loving the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair. “You’re amazing Bucky Barnes, to me and to everyone. I just, don’t want you to freak out on me, I have something big, really big, to tell you, and-“

“Baby, I know.” He smiled, pulling back so that he could look you in the face. “I have super human senses, I heard their little heart beat for the first time yesterday. We’re having a baby, and I couldn’t be happier about it. In fact, I want to ask you if you’ll accept my question of making Sam the godfather.” You nodded, tears standing in your eyes, as you brought the man down for a kiss.

“Yes. But I’m not sure that he’ll be praising us for making a baby when we technically created him or her on the couch inside.” Bucky shook his head at you, kissing your forehead before walking inside with you, preparing to tell the Wilson family, that had along the way became your own, the good news- well, not the sofa bit.