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[tmae3114]

*skids into the room and slams a folder down on the table*

SINCE I AM HAVING TIMELINE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AGAIN, I WANNA ELABORATE ON A THING FROM MY DIAGRAM OF THE MQ/DF/RESET SITUATION BECAUSE IT IS BOUNCING AROUND MY HEAD AND I WANNA INFODUMP ABOUT THIS SPECIFIC ELEMENT OF THIS ABSOLUTE MESS OF A TIMELINE SITUATION (AFFECTIONATE)

SO

I specified in my diagram that “before the Reset is inaccessible by standard means of time travel”. I wanna elaborate on that because I have EXAMPLES. I hope you’re ready to learn precisely how we know that for certain.

1. Clarification of Terms

Okay, so, to be entirely and fully clear here, when I say “before the Reset is inaccessible”, I am referring to intra-timeline time travel. Meaning, from within a Dragonfable timeline, it is impossible to access the Mechquest timeline which became that Dragonfable.

I say “a” because the Artix Entertainment multiverse is A Mess and we know that there are a ton of different versions of all of these timelines. Not only does The Inn At The Edge Of Time tell as much in-game in Dragonfable but AdventureQuestWorlds (relevant here bc we are discussing multiverse) is canonically a result of DF, AQ, and MQ timelines getting merged into one and we know that those timelines all still exist outwith AQW’s existence. For every version of the DF timeline that exists, there is a MQ that preceded it.

However, for sake of clarity, I’ll be using “the” to refer to the DF timeline for the rest of this post, because even if these factors almost certainly apply to all the timelines in terms of mechanics, I am specifically working with The Actual Timeline We Have Experienced (i.e. canon Dragonfable)

The effects of the Reset are, to use a term that @cyraen-ae reminded me exists, retrocausal. If you were to, say, travel back in time five thousand and one years from A Hero Is Born, you would not find yourself in MQ a year before the Reset happened, you would find yourself five thousand and one years in the past of DF. Thus, “before the Reset is inaccessible via intra-timeline time travel in a DF timeline”. (That is too many uses of time related terms right next to each other. I’m going to just say “intra-timeline travel” after this.)

Hopefully that’s clear because I am now moving on to THE EXAMPLES.

We have three specific quests which I will be pointing to today. They are Yulgar’s First Date, Frostval 2014 - A Tale of Two Timelines, and CyseRedux.

2. Intra-Timeline Travel Cannot Access Pre-Reset

We know this because we see it happen.

Hello, Yulgar’s First Date, thank you so much for serving as proof here, I love you for giving us a solid canon example of how this works.

So, during the events of Mechquest, the hero is fully grown. Whether they’re in their late teens, early twenties, or older than that, it doesn’t really matter. The signficant detail is that they are clearly and visibly Not A Child. The hero had a childhood in the MQ timeline and was Not A Child at the time of the Reset. They are Not A Child in the fixed point in time. The hero enters the DF timeline as Not A Child and, if we looked at this purely linearly, was never a child within DF.

But! As mentioned earlier, the Reset was retrocausal. The hero did have a childhood that, as far as they or anyone else can know, they experienced in the DF timeline.

In Yulgar’s First Date, Cysero gives the hero some Time Cake to allow them to travel twenty years back in time. This also equips the Kid armour. While it’s possible that this is a random side effect (it is Cysero, after all), Occam’s Razor would suggest that this is just the age the hero was twenty years ago.

And since we know that the Reset took five thousand years to complete and only ended at the start of Book One, we know that this specific point in time is one in which the Reset would have been on-going, if it were accessible.

So! Intra-timeline travel cannot access the Reset or reality as it existed before it.

3. Wait, But Then, What About The Times MQ Did Show Up Via Time Stuff?

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED. THE ANSWER IS SHENANIGANS.

To be specific, the two instances in which MQ related stuff shows up from Time Stuff are instances of non-standard time travel. One is explicitly inter-timeline (multiple timelines are involved) and the other is...... Cysero Did It (and is also inter-timeline. They are both inter-timeline. Though the inter-timelineness of the latter may not be relevant.)

So, A Tale of Two Timelines. The Artix of an AQW timeline (we do not know if he was canon AQW) got a wand off of a Time Travel Fairy and promptly started trying to bring different timelines together so all the heroes could hang out at Frostval. He also destabilised a bunch of timelines because he was merging them together. During these timeline merges, a bunch of MQ stuff showed up, including various characters having elements of their MQ appearances for periods of time.

However, as established, this was a case of timelines being merged together and, also as established, there is more than one MQ timeline.

Therefore, this was not the before-the-Reset of the Dragonfable timeline being brought forth but rather a separate MQ timeline being brought in.

And that brings us to CyseRedux, in which Sys-Zero shows up in person and shares a bunch of nods with Cysero. This would suggest that they are aware that they are the same person. However, this quest also features Blatant Breaking Of AE Multiversal Rules and Four Other Cyseros, so there’s A Lot Going On.

So. Here’s the thing. CyseRedux features DF Cysero, AQ Cysero, AQW Cysero, Sys-Zero, and Actual Real Life Staff Cysero In A Background Cameo.

It is explicit AE Multiverse Lore that there cannot be more than one instance of a person in a timeline at a time. If you jump to another timeline, your counterpart gets yanked to your timeline until you return. This comes up in A Tale of Two Timelines, for a DF source, but also comes up in the AQW Mirror World plotlines.

CyseRedux is a case of Cysero blatantly and flagrantly breaking this rule. Because Cysero gets to break any and all rules of reality as he wishes and it’s great.

Which means that we have two options here. The AQ and AQW Cyseros are from other, separate timelines. So it would be logical that the Sys-Zero who shows up is also from a separate MQ timeline. However, he could be from the DF timeline’s pre-Reset MQ, without it presenting a problem to the impossibility of intra-timeline travel across the Reset, because Cysero is already breaking the rules.

4. Conclusion

I just infodumped to you for over a thousand words about timeline mechanics in a bunch of indie flash-based video games and it is currently past four in the morning in my timezone. I have Special Interest Brain so badly.

[margowritesthings]

A Job Well Done

pairing: Arthur Morgan x reader (f) word count: 4944 words warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexually explicit, oral (f giving), rough oral, a little choking, a touch of voyeurism, explicit language, it's pretty much a blowjob fic authors note: idk what to say... this started as a little drabble because me and my fiancé love having a little smoke together at night and.... well, here we are I guess?? i hope you enjoy you lovely lot, and if you've asked to be tagged and you're not please let me know!! I have a new system for keeping track of my taglist and I may have lost some requests in the transfer

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You pull Arthur’s jacket tighter around your shoulders, settling into the old wooden chair while it creaks beneath you. Thanks to being in the middle of the Lemoyne swamps, it isn’t too cold despite the moon hanging so high in the sky above you, the jacket is more for comfort. From where you sit, you can see near the whole camp, watching lanterns flicker off incrementally as each member of your makeshift family retires for the night. A few of the boys stay up, drinking by the fire, their voices muffled and distant in the thick air.

It’s been a week to the day since you last saw Arthur, before he left to track a rather sizable bounty down and attempt to cushion out the camp funds, and God do you miss him. The days feel so much longer, nights so lonely you’ve considered saddling up and finding the bastard yourself just to bring him home sooner. Comfort can be found, though, in the ways Arthur’s presence has bled so deeply into your life that his physical being doesn’t even need to be here. 

His smell lingers on the jacket he left (the one he wore every day before he had to leave just so you could wear it when you missed him), that perfect mix of tobacco and whiskey and something so ineffably Arthur that you soak up every time you wrap it around your frame. 

He’s there in the routines you've built your lives around, intertwined as they are, the ones you can’t shake even if he’s not beside you. The cup of coffee in a morning, his so much better tasting than yours but you try anyway. The first morning after he left, you made two, ending up giving the extra to a very grateful Abigail to save face.

There’s a nightly routine, too. The one where you get ready for bed, then climb through the window to meet him on your balcony. He’s always there waiting with a cigarette hanging from his lips, patting his lap ready for you to crawl on. He’ll drag a match across his boot, (or sometimes the bottom of yours, if you’re still wearing them) lighting up the smoke before handing it to you. You’ll pass it between each other, catching up on your days, limbs entangled just how they should be as you watch Shady Belle fall asleep around you. 

Without him, those routines bring you comfort, grasping onto the remnants of your cowboy until his safe return. That’s why you’re sitting in this spot, pulling a cigar out of the little tin stash box Arthur left behind. Normally it’s just a cigarette, you could never survive a cigar a night and have the throat to tell the tale, but there’s something inexplicably Arthur about this brand of smokes, something you’re seeking tonight. 

You pluck a match from the tin, striking it against the table beside you, never having gotten the knack of igniting the thing on your boot as effortlessly as Arthur does, and light the cigar between your lips. The all-familiar woody essence dances across your tongue, your tired muscles relaxing from the first few tokes. 

It’s just you, the moon and the crickets as you sit on the balcony, Arthur’s smoke between your lips. You wonder what he’s doing. He should be sleeping, but knowing him he’s probably up planning, or doing exactly what you are right now. You pray he’s safe, hasn’t been gotten by the law or worse, gotten himself killed. You can’t let yourself even think about that, the very idea bringing a tremble to your limbs. To combat the sudden spike in anxiety, the next time you bring the cigar to your lips you drag in just that bit more smoke, letting it soak down your spine. Not nearly as experienced in smoking as Arthur, you cough a little, but you recover much quicker than you used to. 

Memories of that first time, of Arthur offering you the little brown stick and you nervously nodding, bring a little smile to your face. Oh, how you spluttered, Arthur giving you his drink on instinct, only realising that the whiskey burn would do the opposite of help once it was too late. You’d have been in your right mind to be embarrassed as hell, but by the way he chuckled as he rubbed circles around your back told you that he found it nothing but adorable. 

You sit there for a few minutes, basking in the precious peace so seldom found nowadays and taking a drag every now and then, the smoke riding a sigh from your lips. Your eyes slip closed, trying to shut off as many senses as you can to really connect with that smell and taste, imagining him emerging from your bedroom window to be here with you. 

He’s much less graceful than you are, often catching some part of his person on the windowsill when he climbs out onto the balcony. So many nights spent patching up little holes in his pant legs, right where that out sticking nail used to be in the frame before he ‘bested it in combat’ (i.e. pulled it out with a hunting knife and threw it ceremoniously in the lake). 

Manifestation is a powerful tool, you’ve always believed that, but you still nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a large hand grasp your shoulder just as you imagined, Arthur’s gruff, hushed whisper tickling the words “hey, sweetheart” into the skin of your neck. It takes you a second to catch your breath, heart racing from the shock before everything registers and reality sets in. 

“Arthur?”

He’s here.

“C’mere, darlin’.”

You fly out of your seat, the rickety old thing nearly splintering under the force, launching yourself into his open arms to burrow yourself into him.  Every part of him consumes your senses and you drink it all in like an addict. The smell, the real thing, much more of that Arthur essence than the whiskey or cigars, probably because he forewent breaks in his journey for those little pleasures to get back to you sooner. 

He seems to be taking you in as much as you are him, inhaling long through his nose and sighing it out contentedly, feeling whole again after so long without you in his arms.

“I missed ya’, beautiful.” He says softly into your hair, holding you tight against him, his knuckles brushing up and down the small of your back through layers of clothes you’ve stolen from him. 

“I missed you so much…” You mumble into his shirt, hardly able to breathe through the wall of hard chest muscle you’re pressed against, caring even less. 

It’s only then do you remember the cigar, forgotten and abandoned, smoking away on the table propped up on a jar lid turned makeshift ashtray. Most of the boys don’t bother with one, and neither did Arthur, until a fateful night a few months before you started dating when you first handed him the jar and told him you read something about birds and rabbits eating the butts of cigarettes. He kept the little piece of junk right next to his bedside, waiting for you to find it after that first night together. 

Arthur spots your momentary pull of attention, pulling his chest away to raise a brow down at you with a little chuckle rumbling his chest.

“Having a fancy smoke of a night, are we?” 

A cheeky little smirk- Arthur’s favourite, actually- tugs at the corner of your lips, waiting patiently for him to kiss it away.

“The smell reminds me of you…” you play coy, earring yourself that kiss when Arthur lifts you up to his height, kissing you softly, letting his world and yours fall back into place together. 

“Well I’m here now, angel. Wanna sit? Could do with a nice cigar with my girl to celebrate a job well done.” 

You’re eager to nod, heart fluttering at the prospect of getting to sit with him and hear all about his trip. He untangles from you to sit down first, patting his lap for you to crawl into. You fit perfectly together (you should do, you were made for eachother), head resting on his shoulder, legs splayed over his thighs with your arm draped over his shoulder. The cigar has gone out, so Arthur strikes a match so expertly on his spurs before shaking it out and placing his hand on the small of your back for support. You lean into him, watching him take puffs of the cigar and feeling the tiniest bit of tension leave his joints. He looks so natural with a smoke between his teeth, commanding an air of power with each movement he makes. Smoking doesn’t suit just everyone, you think, but God, does it suit him.

“We’re celebrating? You got the bastard, then?”

“Sure did,” he says, smoke spilling from his lips with each syllable. Arthur looks you over again, drinking in the dearly missed view, before kissing you on the forehead and flipping the cigar between his fingers to offer it up, “Eventually found him up in Fort Brennand, but he weren’t alone. Nearly lost a damn eye, but luckily only Woffard had to be brought in alive, so I dropped the other bastards and ran.”

You hang on his every word, your hero. You know he’s downplaying the fight, the danger of it all, but he does it so that you don’t worry every time he’s gone. It never works, and you always do, but you love him for trying. 

“Oh, Arthur, I’m so glad you’re alright…” You coo, pressing a hand to his cheek, feeling the weeks worth of stubble scratching against your palm. He nuzzles into your touch, not unlike a cat, and your find yourself keeping your hand there to mindlessly play with his hair, tipping his hat off to put on your own head. He chuckles, reaching to adjust it on you.

“Course I am, couldn’t leave you here all alone with this buncha’ fools, could I? Besides, someones gotta bring home the bacon around here, and you know Marston’s too trigger happy to bring a bounty in alive.”

“So you got the full price?” Your eyes gleam, the proudest smile on your features as Arthur nods and shifts both your weights for a moment to pull out a stack of bills and smack them on the table dramatically.

“You’re damn straight I did, baby.”

Of course he did. Arthur never fails, and God knows how much the camp needs this right now, freedoms diminishing by the day as Dutch makes more enemies and plans jobs that just seem to keep going wrong. But you don’t want to think about that right now. Right now, there is only you and Arthur, and the promise of a whole night spent with him uninterrupted. You hand him the cigar back, along with a stolen kiss, and he takes another mesmerising drag. The way he holds it, every so often tipping the ash into the first gift you ever gave him, it does things to you that you just can’t explain. It’s just a cigar, and yet you’re pressing your thighs together tight to futilely subdue the tightness coiling between them. 

“I’m so proud of you… I always am.” Unkempt locks of hair are twisted between your fingers, your face so close to Arthur’s you can pepper his cheek, temple and lips, whenever not occupied, with little kisses, Arthur’s hat sometimes tipping up against his forehead on your head. The two of you are always like this after a few days apart, unable to get enough of each other or keep your hands off one another. You shift your weight to access him better, catching his bottom lip between your teeth to press a long, tender kiss there. He hums under you, hand splaying under your jacket to grasp at your shirt. It’s seconds before you feel it, that hardening that nudges up against your thigh, prodding and reminding you just how much Arthur has missed you.

You pull away from the kiss, just enough to raise a teasing brow at how sensitive your cowboy is to your touch. He shrugs, unashamed, with that cheeky grin and those glistening eyes directed right at you. 

“What? I missed ya…” His words are accompanied with a pinch of your ass, which makes you writhe on top of his stiffness, the friction dragging a low growl from deep within his chest. 

“I can see that, cowboy… I missed you too. I missed you more.” You emphasise, nipping at his lip again and splaying your fingers across his chest. He rises to your touch, and you feel him stiffen more so under you. It takes a second of manoeuvring, but you’re soon straddling him, hovering above him like the angel he sees you to be. From this angle, with the moon behind you, you’re glowing. 

“You absolutely did not, you little siren…” He growls again, pulling at the flesh of your ass so that you’re grinding against him, the friction of denim against denim igniting you both and burning so wonderfully. 

“Oh, yeah? I can prove it.” There’s a little cock of your head, a raise of one teasing brow as you start to slide off him. He looks confused, disappointed, even, until your knees rest on the planks of wood on the balcony floor and he instinctively spreads his legs to give you the space between them. Your fingers splay across his thick thighs, and they tense under your touch, as does Arthur’s jaw. He’s starved after a week without you, clearly trying to reign in a control he’s struggling to possess. There’s no wonder, having his girl knelt before him like this. 

“You wanna take this to the bedroom?” He growls out, abandoning the still smoking cigar in the jar lid. You look up at him, peeking out from under the rim of his hat. 

“No.” You reach for the cigar, taking a few drags yourself before flipping it in your fingers just like he did and placing it between his teeth, “Finish your smoke.”

A distant laugh captures Arthur’s attention for a second, reminding you both just how close you are to the other gang members. You’re somewhat hidden by the railing, but if they looked in your direction, Arthur is fully visible from the chest up. A simple bob of your head- and you’re planning on plenty- would bring you into view. 

The look Arthur gives you when he quickly diverts his attention back from Marston and the others is downright feral, especially when your hands reach for his belt buckle. Nimble fingers make quick word of the obstruction, and you’re soon pulling Arthur’s thick, long length out from his jeans. He groans at your very touch, involuntarily bucking his hips up into your hand. 

You laugh, the sound a tempting little giggle as you tell him “Patience, cowboy…” 

He almost snarls in response, clearly having been goddamn patient enough over the last week where all he could do is fuck himself with your name on his lips and the thought of you knelt just like this between his legs at the forefront of his mind, always. 

Just as you lean in, when your soft lips trace over his rosy, swollen head, he pulls you back by plucking his hat from atop your head and throwing it to the side. He rests the cigar between the fingers of his free hand to free his mouth to speak to you.

“Need to see you while I fuck that pretty little moutha’ yours, angel…”

His words soak through you (and soak you through), and you just can’t wait a second longer, needy to have his cock deep down your throat, desperate for the burning of your lungs and the stinging in your eyes when he loses that control he so often vehemently clings to. 

Unable to wait a second longer, you run your tongue from base to tip, feeling every vein pulsing under your muscle and eliciting a deep groan from Arthur. When you finally take him in your mouth, his hand reaches to cup your cheek, following you down as you take as much of him as you can. 

“Fuck.” He groans, fingers reaching to tangle in your hair, scratching at your scalp. He’s probably louder than he should be, your eyes flickering to the general direction of the others as a warning, but they soon snap back to your cowboy, an intense eye contact burning at your skin as the head of his cock bumps the back of your throat. Arthur never takes his eyes off you, guiding you up and down his length and bringing the smoke to his lips. The tip of the cigar flares a deep, fiery orange, and smoke billows from his mouth with each laboured breath you coax from him. The way he’s sitting, fingers of one hand pulling at your hair, controlling your movements, and the other limply holding the smoke, he exudes a power many seek to master but never quite get. It makes your heart swell and your cunt throb for him, knowing on your knees before him is the only place you ever want to be, knowing only you inhabit it. 

You can taste Arthur, his salty essence leaking from the pure ecstasy you’re providing and spit pools in your throat, mixing with it and dribbling down your chin. Arthur catches it with his thumb, guiding you off his cock to push the digit into your mouth and let you suckle from it. You do, hungrily, adjusting on your knees to better take Arthur deep down your throat and-

“Arthur! That you?” 

Marston. 

For eyes widen at each other, Arthur instinctively pushing you a little lower by your shoulder to keep you out of sight. John hasn’t seen you, and you’d like to keep it that way, being in the incriminating position you are between Arthur’s legs. 

You spot the irritated sigh, the twitch of Arthur’s jaw as he plasters a fake friendliness onto his features and peers over the balcony to see his brother standing on the clearing below. 

“Sure is. Whatchu’ want?”

Straight to the point.

“We didn’t hear you get back. How long’ve you been here?”

All that tension you’ve worked so hard to dissipate comes back to Arthur’s form with a crashing force. You can almost hear his plea for just one second a’ goddamn peace, merely by the way he sighs before answering. 

“Not long, thought I’d try and sneak past you fools and get some shut eye.”

Subtle, cowboy.

Ever oblivious, or simply not caring, John continues, “How’d it go, then? You got the bastard?”

He has you pressed against his thigh to hide you from sight, cock standing to attention right beside your face. It’s too tempting, especially with a none the wiser Marston stood right below. When your tongue darts out, hovering above Arthur’s twitching, aching cock, his eyes flick down to you, warning residing deep in his eyes. You take it as less of a warning, more a challenge.

You wouldn’t.

Oh, but I would.

And you do. You lift up, just enough to fit the head of his throbbing cock past your lips and slide the whole length in. It bumps the back of your throat, but upon hearing Arthur’s strangled, poorly hidden groan, you can’t seem to stop yourself.

“Y-uh… Yeah, I got ‘em…” 

It’s impressive, how he can just about hold a conversation despite his cock being so far down your throat his balls rest on your chin. 

You can’t see John, but you can only imagine how his head must tilt and his brows must pull together at the strange response from Arthur. 

“You alright, brother?”

He won’t be.

You blink up at Arthur, feigning an innocent, near angelic expression as you inhale through your nose and push him even further into you. You hum, low and quiet, letting the vibrations pass through him. Arthur whimpers, instantly knocking any and all sounds you’ve ever heard from top spot and replacing them as your favourite in the whole world. 

“I-I’m fine. Just tired.” He tries to hint again, to no avail. His fingers are digging into your shoulder with a bruising force, that control slipping bit by bit with every passing second, every little movement. Tears prick at your eyes, that burning in your lungs you’ve been reaching for finally igniting. You’re stuffed with him, feeling so full that it’s hard to breathe. When you go to release him, to be able to gasp for precious air, you realise you can’t, Arthur’s huge hand holding you right in place with his palm flush against the back of your neck. Revenge. 

“Where’s the Mrs?”

A raise of a brow. You’re not married, but everything is so naturally right between you and Arthur that the gang just seem to have defaulted to that. It makes you beam, wanting nothing more than to be this man’s wife, the kind of wife that makes him cum down your throat while he has a menial conversation. 

“S-She’s- fuck…” When he grips harder at you, you gag around his length, tears now streaming down your cheeks and mixing with your spittle and the little bits of precum that leak out from Arthur. “She’s in bed. I-I better go check on her, a-actually.” He whimpers again, fingers now gripping into your hair to keep you in place. You’re not sure how much longer you can last like this, struggling to breathe, overflowing and, God, so wet for him. 

John sounds unconvinced. You’d giggle, if you could.

“Alright… Well, g’night, brother.”

Arthur barely manages a grunt, and you can feel his thighs tensing and twitching from the sheer effort of not bucking his hips up into you and giving the pair of you away. He stills, most likely waiting for Marston to fuck off already, before he rips you away from him and pulls you to your feet, gripping your aching jaw with force enough force to keep it open. 

“You goddamn siren.” He isn’t mad. He’s trying to be, but you know Arthur far too well, and he’s burning with a fire far hotter than mere anger. Need. 

The mischievous glint in your eye is all you can offer for response, what with his iron grip on your face, but you do manage to slip your tongue out and lick the pad of his thumb, tasting the mixture of fluids still lingering. 

It’s all getting too much, knowing what you just did and who you did it around, hearing Arthur unable to string a sentence together because of you. You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life, so desperate for a release that you’re pathetically writhing in Arthur’s hold. He notices, forced anger on his features replaced with a cockiness that only comes from knowing he’s regaining the power in the situation. 

Your cheeks tingle when he releases you, sitting back in the seat and leaning back, one elbow resting on the arm of the old wooden chair and picking the cigar back up. God, you could ride him in that chair till morning, if you thought the wood wouldn’t splinter under the force. 

“You gonna finish what you started, my little siren?” He asks, taking an especially long toke from the smoke while he waits for you to drop to your knees before him. Your cunt throbs, screaming out for his attention, but it would seem your antics have earned you punishment. 

Your knees hit the wood with a force, though an involuntary whimper escapes you, hips grinding pathetically against nothing. Arthur notices, smirking like a goddamn cheshire cat at his little wanton whore. 

“Patience, angel.” Your own words echo back to you like a slap in the face. You definitely deserve this.

The grip you had on the power in this game you’re playing with Arthur officially disappears when his hand snakes around the back of your neck, grasping at your hair and winding it around his wrist like a leash. You have to tilt your head so the tugging at your scalp is a mere burn rather than a sharp pain, but that’s just where he wants you. 

“Now, little siren, I’m gonna teach ya’ some manners, and you’re gonna finish what you started, alright? And if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll think about getting that sweet little cunt of yours off…”

It’s all it takes, the promise of Arthur’s fingers deep inside you while he sucks on your clit just how you like it, lapping up your juices like a man starved, and the defiance in your eyes dissipates. Arthur bends you to his whim, messy, sloppy putty in his hands as he drags you onto his weeping cock. You’re all but drooling for him, leaking out of the corners of your mouth when he slips into you. Your scalp tingles with the pull, especially when Arthur involuntarily tightens his grip with a hiss of his breath. His tip bumps the back of your throat, but he doesn’t stop even when you’ve fit all of him in that you can.

“Fuck, good girl, just like that baby girl…” he groans, and when you open your eyes to look up to him, he is watching you with a gaze so intense you feel like it could tear you apart. The tension burns between you, coiling so tight the chirp of a nearby cricket could snap it. 

There’s an unspoken question in your eyes when you start to nearly choke on his length of when you’ll be released, but his eyes darken, “Come on, baby, you can take more, can’t you?” 

He seems to register your fear, but it phases him little. It seems more a challenge, really, coaxing him into rocking his hips into you, pushing you even further onto his cock until you feel it start to breach past your throat in a way you didn’t even know possible. You splutter, wriggling and writhing as you try your hardest to breathe through your nose. 

“Shh… good girl,” he coos, a ravenous look taking over your usually so lovable cowboy. You’ve pushed him, and God do you live for it. “Not much further… wanna see you take all of my cock, alright? You gonna do that for me, angel?” 

You can’t nod, but it isn’t much of a question, not much choice available with your limited movements and the way Arthur has completely commandeered your body. You’re irrevocably his, body and soul. 

It doesn’t feel possible to fit more of him in, your throat burning for relief that won’t come until Arthur is satisfied, but when he bucks his hips into you, you feel his base press against your nose. He groans hard, the noise initially from the sensation of having your throat wrapped around his cock, but when he sees the sight of you, tear stained and gagging on him, the moan is pulled out into a noise of pure ecstasy. 

“Good girl… my good fuckin’ girl.” 

His thumb rubs lovingly over your wet cheek, a sensation you cling to as the corners of your vision get fuzzy. Fuck, you’re not sure how much longer you can hold out, but you’re so desperate to feel Arthur’s spend trickling down your throat, feel him lose control and moan just for you that you’d honestly be willing to die for it. 

Your expression, complete with lust-fogged, watery eyes, and beautifully flushed skin, teases the last of Arthur’s restraint like a razor thin blade against that final thread. When it finally snaps, you’re allowed one gasp for air, before he’s thrusting back into you hard. You can feel him stiffen, even more so than before, as his hips splutter into your mouth and he starts to tumble over the precipice into that realm of pleasure that only the two of you share. 

“F-Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna-” But he interrupts himself with a visceral, primal groan, the vibration of it shattering the both of you. You take advantage of his practically inebriated state to regain some of your own anatomy, managing to swirl your tongue around his pulsing head inside your mouth. The hot, salty spend blooms across your tongue at that, Arthur guiding you by the cheek to bob up and down on his cock while he paints your throat white. His moans are a melody you’ll never tire of, animalistic and vulnerable all the same. 

It feels like it never stops, Arthur’s spend filling your mouth up and leaking out from the corners of your lip. You can hardly stay still, writhing your needy cunt against your own heel, desperate for a reward you’re earning when you look him in the eye and swallow it all down. Pride blooms across Arthur’s features, saturated with a love that warms you from the inside out. His thumb caresses your face softly, wiping the tear tracks as you finally release his cock from your mouth and he guides you to your feet, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then nose, then lips.

“My good girl…” He coos, barely above a whisper as you breathe each other in, both as breathless as the other. Your throat aches, your jaw burning, but you’d do it a thousand times over to experience what you just did all over again. 

“Now…” He splits the sentence with another kiss, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “Get on inside, sweetheart, I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.”

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences Roundup 2024

Thanks for the tags on your writing round ups @run-for-chamo-miles, @drowninginships, and @emeryhall! I just got back from a weeklong trip and instead of doing laundry, I'm joining in on the roundup fun.

FIC I moved from lurker to active fandom participant this year with a bang. I posted my first fic ever for EGF and have basically been writing or posting non-stop since then. I wrote/co-wrote 5 fics this year and clocked in at 101, 725 words.

Kill Em With Kindness - rated T, 6.5k, Watford-Era, getting together fic

When no one seems to care that Baz is sad, Simon steps in to help. The only reasonable explanation for all Simon's kindness is that he's trying to kill Baz, right? (My most popular fic as measured by kudos.)

Knock Your Socks Off - rated T, 4k, Watford-Era, 7th year fic

Baz steals Simon's socks. Simon blames the sock monster. Chaos ensues.

The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch - rated M, 42k, Addie LaRue AU, a truly epic romance

Told in two alternating timelines that span from 1700s Hampshire all the way to early 2000's Washington, DC, this fic follows Baz as he spends centuries searching for the love of all his lives. (This was the fic that convinced me I could write long and holds a very special place in my heart. Is it angsty? Yes. Is it some of the most beautiful prose I've ever written? Also yes.)

The Boy Next Door - rated M, 47k, and they were neighbors AU, a coming of age romance

When Simon moves in with his gran, he decides to befriend the mysterious boy next door. He changes both their lives in the process. (My most popular fic by literally every other measure.)

The Reason for The Season - rated T, 1.6k, text fic, co-written with @thewholelemon

Dev and Niall make a list. Holiday hijinks abound. (A bday gift for @mooncello)

ART I do not currently have a great way to track my dolls and searched my Instagram to do the math, only to realize I hadn't posted every doll I made either! (If anyone has a good art tracking system, I'm open to ideas.) If my count is correct, I clocked in at a grand total of 35 dolls this year, including:

10 Simons

15 Bazzes

2 Pennys

2 Nialls

2 Devs

1 Mage

1 Fiona

1 Agatha

1 Shep

The picture below shows my earliest dolls, where I was still experimenting with style and form. As you can see, many of them are quite flat. (Fun fact: All of these dolls--including their clothing--were made before I owned a sewing machine.)

Going 3D was actually an accident, but we have the Watford Baz and Simon below to thank for it! After committing to 3D dolls, I kept evolving my pattern---improving joints, proportions, and adding details like ears!---until we reached my most current iterations.

Now every doll has their own special pattern that takes into account their canon proportions, where available. Notice Baz is tall and slender where Simon is extra fluffy!

I did not include any of the dolls I created for COC 2024 since I assume everyone has seen them already, but I linked the master post in case you missed a day.

Finally, in addition to dolls, I also created 2 plushies (a merwolf and a bunbaz) plus 12 finger puppets this year.

It's hard to quantify dolls like fics, especially since almost every doll before COC did not have a dedicated tumblr post. However, here are some fun art stats:

Most Popular Art Post: The Watford Map

Most Popular Doll: FIONA!

Second Most Popular Doll: Felt Smut (Look @emeryhall! Dragonboy Simon is indeed the sexiest given that this is my duplicate of your doll!)

I also had three art collaborations this year:

Baz and The Prophecy - Doll and Tapestry, a COTTA collaboration with @iamamythologicalcreature

Ballet Baz and Disco Simon - a CORB collaboration with @melodysmash (Read the fic she wrote--Body Language. It is as adorable as these dolls!)

Watford Advent Map - a tapestry made for COC 2024 with help from @rimeswithpurple

While it has definitely been a fabulously productive year, I think my greatest achievement has been all the new friendships I've fostered because of fandom. Y'all bring me so much joy, and I am so happy I found this little corner of the internet.

I am currently drained of all creative energy (I can't imagine why!), so you may not hear from me for a while. However, I promise I am still around---likely catching up on all the fic and art I've missed while being a literal word and doll factory. With all that said, if you have an idea and wanna collab in the new year, I'm all ears and tons of fun!

Hellos and high-fives for the last time in 2024! @alexalexinii, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @aristocratic-otter, @arthurkko, @artsyunderstudy

@best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @bookish-bogwitch, @confused-bi-queer

@cutestkilla, @emeryhall, @facewithoutheart, @harrie-leithillustration, @hushed-chorus

@ic3que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @katatsumuli, @larkral, @letraspal

@martsonmars, @messofthejess, @mooncello, @noblecorgi, @orange-peony

@raenestee, @rbkzz, @roomwithanopenfire, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee

@stitchyqueer, @supercutedinosaurs, @talentpiper11, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @theimpossibledemon

@valeffelees, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold

[calaisreno]

Re-Read Recs: Victorian Edition

Thanks to @totallysilvergirl for pointing me to this post by @acethatlovesdinos asking for more Victorian Johnlock. Your timing is great; I was just compiling a list of Victorian setting fics for my next RRR post!

If you go searching specifically for Johnlock in a Victorian setting, part of the problem, as always, will be finding things. As admirable as the AO3 tagging system is, when you're searching for something specific, you still have to dig a bit.

Many people, myself included, assign all their Victorian stories to the fandom tag "Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle."

But some writers add "Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle" to all their stories, including those set in BBC or other adaptations, because they wish to attribute the characters' creator.

And some do not use the ACD tag at all because their stories, even those in a Victorian setting, are inspired by the BBC adaptation and imagined with those characters.

There are other tags: Victorian, Victorian Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Victorian Holmes/Watson, Victorian Johnlock.

(My own approach: readers may imagine whatever actors they prefer; I tag by the setting. Even so, I've tagged stories set in the 1920s and 1820s as ACD, even though these are outside of the Victorian Era.)

There is no one-click method to separate out all the stories, and only the stories, where Watson and Holmes are together in a Victorian setting. AO3 lets us use tags however we wish; it's a folksonomy, a collaborative system. For the number and variety of stories contained there, it is the most practical method.

You can search an individual author's works, filtering and sorting by kudos, hits, relationships, tags, and other things. You can search anyone's bookmarks in the same way. (I'm always surprised when people don't know this!)

If you search my works, for example, you will find 60 stories in the Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle fandom. A couple of those are tagged 'timetravel,' so if you don't want that, you can exclude that tag. If you don't want any stories with Mary Morstan married to John Watson, you can exclude John Watson/Mary Morstan under Relationships.

However you search, if you filter your search results by hits or kudos, you will find that stories in the ACD/Victorian Johnlock category have many fewer of these. AO3 went live only a year or so before BBC Sherlock began to air, and it was one of the top fandoms for many years. There are a huge number of stories in the BBC fandom.

But there are dedicated and talented authors who have been writing Holmes/Watson for a long time, and today I'd like to point you towards a few of them. Here are some of my favorite re-reads:

Memento Vivere - @mydogwatson - The life stories of Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes and John Watson. An alternate history.

My Gentle Sin Is This - janeofarc - It takes a near miss for Holmes to realize that he cannot imagine his life without Watson.

Missing Pages - @PlaidAdder - a group of interlinked short stories (most between 2000 and 7000 words) which tell the story of how Holmes and Watson really came to be separated at the Reichenbach Falls, and how they found each other again

Missing - @Random_Nexus - Holmes is missing. Watson is trying to figure out where he is and what happened.

Oubliette - gardnerhill - A series: a treatise on love and grief. Watson is kidnapped by a gang; Holmes must find him before it's too late.

Laphroaig in the Lumber Room - wordybirdy - Holmes & Watson discover a bottle of Laphroaig inside the lumber room at Baker Street. A drinking game of truth results in intimate confessions.

All of these authors have written many excellent Victorian Holmes/Watson fics. But there are many more you should look at if you want to read more of our boys in their original canon setting. I think I will have to write a Part 2 for this post!

Thanks for reblogging!

@totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes

@redmondcollege @raina-at @7-percent @lhrinchelsea

@a-victorian-girl @ghostofnuggetspast @friday411

@meetinginsamarra @inevitably-johnlocked @copperplatebeech

[cho-aaacho]

(HC's) Bocchan Boyfriend! Gojo Satoru

Masterlist

Tags : Soft Gojo, Melancholy Gojo, Violinist Gojo, Secret Love, Forbidden Love, Backstreet, Boss/Employees relationship, Showering together, Kissing, Gojo is madly in love with you.

A/N : Bocchan means "Young Master."

You two have known each other since you were little. Because your dad is a head butler at the Gojo Clan. You've been living in Gojo mansion since you were three.

Although he was raised as a wealthy, old-money, and spoiled cute little boy, but he treated you better than he did to anyone else.

Perhaps because you are the only person of the same age in the mansion as him, or he just feels lonely?

He enjoys playing the violin, and he has a practice room. When you catch him playing the violin, you may see a different expression on his face. Serious, melancholy, with delightful finger motions.

He'll sometimes let you judge his performance, identify a few flaws in him, and then invite you to his music room. You'll be sitting on his favorite couch, listening to his violin performances.

His favorite instrument is Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.

He loves afternoon tea, and you are the only person he trusts to take care of everything: tea leaves, sweet macarons, and cake. Don't worry; he has you!

Reading books by the window is also his favorite thing. His bedroom is on the second floor, so when you're in the garden, you can see him there, bathing in the rays of sunshine. Caresses his sweet silver hair.

He reads two books a day and spends like 4 hours reading them.

He wears a ring matching his two best friends, Suguru and Shoko. He also introduced them to you, saying they were the best things in his life.

When test week arrives, you'll often find him sleeping in an unexpected location, such as a kitchen table, living room, or fountain, because he enjoys studying and doesn't want to miss out on his school scores.

And you will approach him, covering his body with a blanket, you don't have the heart to wake him up.

"Thank you for always supporting me. I don't know what would happen to me if you didn't lend me your hand."

"You've been nice to me since we were kids. We aren't family at all, but you and your father are better than the Gojo clan itself."

"I always love your tea, and I don't want anyone else to replace you! Promise me you won't stop making tea for me."

"I've just realized the reason I'm still living in this mansion is because of you and your father. I hate this family and its hierarchy system. They always force me to do something."

Your relationship with him is more intense when he realizes that he's in love with you. Not only does he enjoy your tea, cake, and the way you treat him every day, but he loves you because you make him feel free; you make him view things in a new light. 

It's because of you.

"During all those times I was acting as just your friend, in reality, I had wanted to get closer to you."

He loves to hug you while you make tea, and he would say, "Keep holding me tight."

Secretly loves to kiss you. Kissing you while you are asleep, watering the flower, cooking or anything else.

Sometimes when the head of the Gojo clan is not around, you'll sleep with him and cuddle.

...or maybe showering together.

When the head of the Gojo clan learned of your relationship with his heir, he separated you from him and transferred you to another Gojo mansion in a different prefecture. 

Although you didn't want to leave Gojo Satoru behind, you accepted it. Because you are just you, after all. You will never be his.

He didn't know about that; initially, he thought that you had left him because you were bored with him or because you were already married to someone else.

He forces himself not to believe it, filling his head with the thought that you were studying abroad. But the head of the Gojo clan makes it worse by telling him a lie about the reason why you left.

"They already have a good life, Satoru. After all, they don't come from a royal family like ours. Just forget about them."

It hurts him, to be honest.

When he learns the truth, he goes insane and punches everyone and everything in the mansion. He threatens his father and the rest of the Gojo clan.

"Do you think I'm a rag doll that you can play with? I have a right to choose someone in my life, not you. You are not me, and I'm not you!"

"Let us exchange these rings, forget about everything, and run away. I'll throw my Gojo name."

He couldn't stop himself from hugging you when he finally found you. He pouring his sadness and longing into your presence. Despite his sadness, he tried his best to act strong.

But when you say, "Welcome home, Bocchan," he cries aloud.

Hey... I just want to say thank you for following this "boyfriend" series! I might be adding more characters in the future.

[millylotus]

Duke's cousin Jay

His full name is Jayden Jackson, he's Doug's older sister Patricia & her husband Heaven's son.

Jay's always been a competent guy, physically inclined like his maternal grandpa and just as smart as the rest of his family. But the Thomas have never been particularly well off, so Jay never really got the chance to properly expand on alot of his talents and stuck to what would get him far quick enough & cheap enough.

One of those things was the Army.

After the loss of his parents in the bombing of Bludhaven he had nowhere to go. He wasn't going to bother his Uncle & Aunt, who where raising his baby cousin and caring for Granny Luci. He needed somewhere quick and cheap. He had nowhere else to go.

Nowhere to go but the Army.

At first they where going to use him like every other boy who'd lost people to attacks like the one on Bludhaven. Trauma riddled and gunning for revenge on anyone they where directed at, but Jay just didn't want to be a bother, and being useless was being a bother.

They saw just how good Jay was and in no way where they gonna lose such a useful asset. He learned quick & adapted to everything they put him through. And all those things they put him through where important, so important that Jay was put on teams that required code names and red tape for everything.

When Doug & Elaine went missing & Duke was put in the system Jay wasn't even aware until two years later, and even then he couldn't leave because he was still "fighting the good fight".

Eventually he gets a break, a couple months and with a payout on the bounds he'd stay quite and no one would get hurt. He ran to Gotham, got an apartment and found Duke living with the Waynes.

For a second he thought maybe Duke wouldn't want to live with him, the extravagance, the comfort, it was all Jay had ever dreamed of for his family. But his little cousin jumped right into his arms and suddenly Jay has split custody with Bruce Wayne of all people.

He adjusts to civilian life about as well as he adjusts to that of a soldier, but not quite. Just enough that it doesn't register to him that Duke met him in the middle somewhere between soldier and everyday life.

He'll be back with the special ops eventually, but he has a couple months left with all the family he's got. And by god is Jayden gonna milk every second of that.

---

I generally think of Jay as an easy going if not a paranoid and really awkward guy

I've decided he has anxiety that he just isn't acknowledging right now

He's between Dick & Jason in age leaning more towards Jason

But ya know that's just how it is sometimes

He's not a very high emotions type of guy, most of the people in his family aren't

The most you'll drag out of him is an overprotective streak when it comes to Duke

He fidgets with his dog tags often

He knows how to kill a man in at least 50 different ways

He was the rookie for a solid 6 years before ending up as basically the middle child of his team

He's not sure how he feels about the Waynes but he's willing to take as much child support from them instead of indebting Duke to the army by using their money to care for him

When he finds out Duke is a meta-human he takes that shit to the grave, no-one is using his cousin

Same thing when he finds out Duke is a vigilante

He routinely cries to 16 Carriages by Beyonce

His favorite artists are Beyonce, Adele, & India Arie

He frequently goes to art exhibits and has tried his fair share at painting but is to embarrassed to really share it with anyone

Chronic resting bitch face he gets from his dad

The army aged him and people sometimes think he's Duke's dad

Knows things he shouldn't

Not tired all the time, but definitely more mellow compared to when Duke last saw him years ago, he smiled bigger back then

He's dated one person seriously in his life and that was a girl in high school

A fling there, a tent mate over here, maybe even on old friend who might come back, he doesn't really know

Once tried to eat his dad's belt as a kid

Got Duke hooked on sweets as a kid, much to Elaine's chagrin and now they're both sweettooths together

His favorite subject was art history

He reads plays a lot because they where just in abundance everywhere he went for some reason, and also because he likes dialogue a little more than heavy prose

Only has his GED, never really intended to go to college, now the army gets in the way of that

Figured out the We Are Robin thing quick, the Signal stuff not so much

Lets the WAR kids crash at his place even when he's dispatched

Doesn't like loud noises or the sound of guns

This ruined a lot of his fav trap songs for him

His fave color is yellow

He's jealous of Duke relationship with the Waynes and Robins sometimes, especially Jason, but by virtue of Duke just being a loving guy those feelings never really stick for long

One time he was babysitting Duke and the little man got him hooked on TMNT

He still has his Mikey mask, and Duke still has his Raph one

He's kind of just a guy sometimes

He's my one of my favs now

Jay Jack is just that guy, no excuses

[i-3at-s0ap]

Hey! Welcome to my blog!

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FUCK TERFS 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 THIS BLOG IS RUN BY A TRANSMASC!!!!! I LOVE TRANS PEOPLE (because a couple of TERFs are following me for some reason 🤢)

Info below the cut :3

He/they 🏳️‍⚧️

Bisexual, possibly demiromantic

I'm not going to share my real name here but people call me Rat so that's my name now lmao. you can also call me Soap.

Go check out my doll based side blog @custom-dolly ! (Even if you don't like dolls very much I also post doll houses which are more about the craft than the dolls lmao.)

I mostly post fanart, and I try my best to make all of them have an image ID, please tell me if I've forgotten :)

Drawing requests are OPEN right now, and I will...

Do ✅

- fanart for fandoms I'm in

- OCs (I'll need a reference pic)

- ships for fandoms I'm in

Not do ❌

- furries (I love y'all, the thing is I'm shit at drawing animals and furries sorry. I'm working on it lol)

- severe body horror

- NSFW (sex, kinks, you get the idea)

- Harry potter shit (fuck JKR)

- incest/large age gap/step sibling ships/pedophilia

I reserve the right to decide whether or not I draw something.

This blog has like no tagging system but here are the few I do have

#I-eat-art -> my art

#look at my suicide posting boy -> where I talk about my mental health, usually not super sensitively, feel free to block this tag if that kinda stuff upsets you /gen

#Rat in situations -> small drawings I make about my life, mostly goofy stuff

#fish woman -> the tag I use for my OC named Morwenna (she is indeed a fish woman)

If there are any trigger/content warning worthy things in my art/posts I will tag them as such, if you feel like there is a warning missing please tell me!

Avatar of the Hunt 🐺

Fandoms:

Dungeons and daddies 🎲

Arcane 💣🌈

Hermitcraft ⛏️📺

The Magnus archives 📼 👁️

Dungeon Meshi 😋🍲

(and kinda Camp Here and There but not really pls don't follow me if you are expecting CHTH stuff lol)

DNI:

Transandrophobes

Swifties

Racists

Fatphobes

anti-Semites

Homophobes

Transphobes

Ableists

TERFs

Zionists

Transids

Detrans/misgendering kink blogs (if you've detransitioned but you're not transphobic I love you btw)

Pedophiles

People who think "narcissistic abuse" is real

Bigots

Pro eating disorder/thinspo blogs

You get the idea

[waitmyturtles]

Wandee Goodday: I'm caught up and I love this show and here are my thoughts AND! (aka, In Which I Partly Ruminate On Golf Tanwarin's Thematic Overlaps Between Wandee Goodday and The Eclipse)

(Thanks to the homegirls @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm for catching me up on @bengiyo's wonderful meta round-up here!)

Through @bengiyo's round-up linked above, I *think* I'm caught up on what was going around the Wandee Goodday fandom last week; I myself, because of LIFE. EVENTS. fell behind two episodes, and only caught up with this generally fabulous show last night, and I wanna bust a couple words on it.

I surprised myself a couple weeks ago by having a touch of Wandee brainrot at week TWO, which is generally absurd, but I'm still stuck on the theme of medical observation and how that theme has permeated this show so far. More on this in a second.

Out of transparency, I also want to note that I'm coming off a close rewatch of Golf Tanwarin's The Eclipse for my Old GMMTV Challenge project, and not just because of LIFE. EVENTS., but also because of some deep thoughtfulness that has surprised and delayed me in my review of The Eclipse, I can't help but recognize that there's some thematic overlap between The Eclipse and Wandee that Golf's getting into -- a coincidence that I'm absolutely loving and screaming internally over.

(As an aside, I've been working forever on my Eclipse piece because I'm struggling with the meaning of having a huge debut branded ship in FirstKhao helming that show, and what that meant for GMMTV in 2022 and its BL future. I'm not feeling that same branded ship pressure here in Wandee, especially as Inn Sarin and Great Sapol were both separately established actors who joined GMMTV for this project, and the future of this ship is unknown at the moment. That's a part of the reason why I love Wandee -- I don't feel fandom pressure about the ship, per se, at this moment, but I might be missing hype on the tag.)

While the stories between The Eclipse and Wandee are clearly different -- the ways in which Golf offers commentary about internal and external homophobia, ESPECIALLY vis à vis macro-level interactions of micro-level humans in systems like boarding schools and hospitals/medical systems, is deeply thrilling for me. I admire Golf as a former politician, Thailand's first transgender member of parliament who was unceremoniously kicked out for economic concerns (and likely their affiliation with the Future Forward/Move Forward parties). As someone who's been around the way with smart politicians, I'm not surprised that this is a space in which Golf lives -- the space in which they explore how homophobia is expressed at macrosystemic and micro-emotional levels.

In The Eclipse, Golf explores:

social pressures to conform to hetero-social standards

the internal destruction that those pressures cause to individuals

how that internal destruction impacts the ways in which young high-school men interact with each other, and develop social and/or romantic bonds, and

how that internal destruction also impacts general social group dynamics, and how individuals police themselves and each other into conforming to the hetero-social standards dictated by the environment around them.

There are many, many issues with The Eclipse, but generally speaking, Golf weaves between the internal and external, the micro and the macro, in that show, cyclically, to depict very messed-up young men fumbling through their experiences of social conformity and love.

As I've been writing my Eclipse piece for my OGMMTVC, I have referred often to @bengiyo's FABULOUS post from the Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse days, about how some of The Eclipse fandom was concerned for the stability of AkkAyan vis à vis their romance in OS2. As Ben writes, these fictional boys were messed TF up. It was natural, in OS2, to witness their continued fumbles as they still confirmed their love for each other. The conflation for "real" affection between First and Khao aside, this demand for clean-cut romance dominated the fandom discourse at the time of OS2, and it wasn't aligned with what I think Golf's messaging about the emotional states of the boys actually were.

We're certainly NOT THERE (YET) in Wandee Goodday by way of romance. We're squarely in the midst of Wandee's, Yak's, and Ter's very clear emotional and competitive fumbles. We're only at episode 4, and what we've gotten is just a tremendous amount of information about the internal and external struggles these very messed-up dudes have (and to confirm here, we know Ter is Satan/Dr. 666 Devil, we are literally told that, and I'm so thrilled for Podd to finally get the role he deserves, amirite @lurkingshan).

We are seeing similar social conformity pressures from The Eclipse to Wandee by way of the hospital setting -- long a globally misogynistic and highly pressurized environment that humans have played destructively in. Ter being an absolute ROACH with Dee's feelings is so apropos. (Oh, and Ter clearly not being committed to Kwan? That girl's gonna go AWF, I swear.)

We're seeing the same pressure by way of boxer Yak going public with his bisexuality, and taking an ENORRRRRMOUS risk in faking a relationship with Wandee, in front of titchy hospital staff who will likely narc Yak out to the media.

[I think this is a slip of the show, by the way. I don't think Yak is dumb enough to not recognize this risk despite his empathy to Dee, and I really wish the show would spend more time on the risks that Yak takes in showing public affection to Dee at the hospital. I think the show can actually take some time to explore the risk that Yak is taking, because it would simply illuminate the continued themes of homophobia and its ever-presence in the sports AND medical settings that Golf is exploring. (And separately, the meaning of having Yei and Cher helm the boxing gym means so much to me -- literally as a sports fan!)]

@bengiyo's meta round-up also nicely covers the meta out there about Dee and his very conflicted and hypocritical behavior. It's no duh that Dee only has one friend. The guy is a fucking ant. A very cute and sympathetic ant! But he's cute (and hawt), sympathetic, an ant, AND a jerk, someone who is driven to "win," both against Ter and Yak. Dee might be an ant BECAUSE of the impact of what was likely an intense and complicated medical education, as many a former medical resident around the world may relate to! That's a macro-level systemic reference that I wouldn't be surprised Golf would be making intentionally.

Both Wandee and Yak could and should be more accountable to themselves and to each other vis à vis their feelings and the very complicated pressures they both operate under.

They haven't gotten there in their intimacy yet because -- like Akk, Ayan, Kan, and Thua, they're fucking messed-up dudes dealing with homophobia at internal and external emotional levels due to the pressures of their homophobic macrosystemic environments in which they operate!

The social conformity pressures of the worlds in which Dee and Yak live are messing them up so fucking much that they're both acting like bumbling dillholes.

Is it DELIGHTFUL TO WATCH? OMG, YES! I'm obsessed! I LOVE THEM, YER HONOR.

I LOVE WATCHING COMPLICATED HUMAN BEINGS BE COMPLICATED. THIS SHIT IS COMPLICATED!!!!!

Fucking Dee stringing Yak along? YAK GOING ALONG WITH IT? Kickass Taem sees the necklace around Dee's clavicle and KNOWS what Yak's heart is actually doing/saying. Yak may even be "making up" this whole Situation with Taem to jealously win Dee over, maybe?, but we also know Yak actually is attracted to Taem, and so, fuck, THAT'S MESSY AND COMPLICATED, and also, oh so real! Fuck Dee, man! We've ALL BEEN STRUNG ALONG, hello song break, Dee, get it together, you jackass m'fer:

In other words, ha! People act like jerks when their micro- and macro-levels, their internals and externals, are out of sync and whack, and they don't have the emotional toolboxes to deal with it. There is so much mess-mess-MESSY-mess-mess, escalandos, poopy-woopy-shit all over the place in this show, and at least for right now, it's just delightful to watch it happen and unwind (as opposed to The Eclipse, when Akk's repeated stalking of Ayan just got a little tired after episodes 4 and 5, it was like, dude, Akk, if you're saying you don't like him, just stay the fuck away, on GOD. ANYWAY).

Who has the emotional tools to deal with this complicated-ness? Dr. Kao, Drakey-poo, Drizzy!

Dr. Kao, our OBSERVATIONAL asexual BFFFFFFFF, is shown, literally, helping dyads through their issues. He's addressing binaries on binaries -- a couple coming at sex from two different perspectives, and creating compromise between them.

I love, love, love this inclusion of this observational commentary. Kao is depicted at creating communication and compromise against a topic (sex) that he himself has a complicated relationship with. He is shown, professionally, keeping his shit out of the needs of his patients in order to help them with their medical goals.

Kao is practicing, in essence, a transcendence of sorts -- transcending his micro-personal issues with sex in his practice to help his patients achieve at least happiness, if not at least compromise and satisfaction, in their lives.

I appreciated seeing that the client couple in the show wasn't necessarily trying to "win" against each other. They just had different issues about sex that they were working on -- TOGETHER.

The competitive triad of Dee, Yak, and Ter is certainly not there yet. 666 Devil Ter will likely shake up any delicate balance that Dee and Yak MIGHT achieve. But Dee and Yak, a hopeful binary dyad that we are cheering for, are caught in all of their personal and professional competitions themselves, and are nowhere near transcendence at this moment.

The mess, right now, is making sense, within the script. Things can certainly go awry via the script, as my elder friend @bengiyo has warned me regarding Thai BLs these days. But as of right now, I'm finding this mess delightful, because it's VERY real, to me, against a standard of people acting like bumbling, intentional, and unintentional assholes, and living in worlds of emotional complications that are very difficult, in real life, to unwind from by way of macro-social pressures -- except with time, grace, patience, and eventual maturity.

[redactedshapes]

Personal Art Blog + Sharing Policy

I've updated my self-hosted blog with all of my art (there're very few missing posts that I will be uploading in the coming months)

Since it's a static site, I've yet to look into implementing a search function that will not be mercilessly spammed by bots.

In the meantime, I'm using a Tag system. You can find them all here:

https://www.valentinapaz.com/blog/tags/

I've made some specific tags for certain niche categories, for example:

The system is not as robust as Tumblr's archive.

But it is a central, personal archive that I have zero intention on deleting, changing urls or placing behind a login wall.

Therefore, no link rot and no account needed to access it. Just, a bit clunkier to browse. AND! NO NOISE! NO NOTIFICATION, NO STATISTICS, NO ENGAGEMENT TRAPS FUCK THAT NOISE.

And most importantly:

From now on, please feel free to share my artwork to Discord or with your friend, just remember to include a link to my website.

Yes, that goes for Remedy's official servers.

(I'm in the main server myself but I have very little energy to post or interact there >_>;)

Either link the blog post with the specific art or share the art file as long as my watermarked url is visible + a link to my homepage (www.valentinapaz.com)

Please DO NOT REUPLOAD my art files to social media, like twitter, reddit, instagram, pinterest, etc. For public or social media sites, I'll be grateful if you just share a link instead.

If you're going to link to my art elsewhere, please make sure it's my website and not one of my social media profiles. We have all seen the volatility of these sites these last few years, and how fucked we are regarding discoverability.

There's very little a regular person in the internet can do help artists when social media sites fuck up, but contributing to my site's SEO and discoverability by pointing to it instead of to a myriad of profiles, is a small gesture but a super helpful gesture in the long run. My commission info is always one click away, and boy does that business takes a hit with each migration. I don't like to advertise often, so this a less annoying way to have that info easily accessible.

Thank you ❤️

[void-botanist]

WIP Intro Tag: Nicea

I am finally posting my intro for the WIP intro tag @anoelleart started over here! Since I first introduced Nicea over a year ago, it actually makes sense to do it for WIP intro tag.

Nicea takes its name from the Nicea, a starship from Antarac star system. To date, she's only gone on shipping trips within the neighboring systems that make up Argoh locality. But when she intercepts a message from her previous captain, Cady, who supposedly died warp racing ten years ago, the Nicea's crew prepares to take her across the galaxy to bring him home. And she's a sturdy vessel, but two hundred light years is a long way. Still, her crew has to make it—failure is not an option.

Genre: space opera

Setting: locality space, a galaxy full of people, some of whom are magical, and some of whom have enabled the current age of interstellar travel.

Core cast:

Declan Ruse [40, he/him, human]: Cady's husband & co-founder of Nicea Shipping. Currently the "shadow captain" of the Nicea, because of course he's the boss, but he hates talking to customers. He's the reason failure is not an option, because he can't imagine spending any more time apart from Cady.

Isabel Hendriss [36, she/her, human]: Rodney's sister & Spinder's best friend. Under Cady she was the load specialist of the Nicea, but she now serves as the registered captain, with her duties mostly being talking to people. She's been planning to leave the Nicea to start her own music career for a while.

Rodney Hendriss [33, he/him, human]: Isabel's brother & Declan's right-hand man. He was an afterthought on Cady's crew (read: cabin boy) but now he's the navigator, computer systems guy, and all around Knower and Organizer of Things. What he wants most is to be needed, especially by Declan.

Tristan Scherie [47, she/her, human]: Cady's friend & Bo's best friend. She's always been the pilot of the Nicea, even though Cady was also a pilot. She feels guilty for going on this trip, because it's dangerous and she runs the risk of missing her own wedding, but she needs to absolve herself of the guilt of indirectly causing Cady and Bo's "death".

Spinder Callawel [35, he/him, human]: Cady's uncle & Isabel's best friend. Years ago, he made a pact with Cady to become his ship engineer one day when Cady had a ship, and that's what he is still. But now he's bringing the ship back to Cady while he grapples with fears of death and also of telling Isabel he's in love with her.

Cady Thilta [40, he/him, human]: Declan's husband & Spinder's nephew. He was once the Nicea's captain because of his determination to become a space business owner, and now he's stranded because of his love of adrenaline. He sent the Nicea a message almost ten years ago and is still holding out hope it arrived.

Bo Eveldan [60, they/he, ferasca (dragon person)]: Tristan's best friend. They were never a member of the Nicea's crew, but they are a warp witch, and more than happy to take their favorite pilots warp racing. In retrospect, that might have been a bad idea, but at least he's here with Cady.

Progress: first draft, currently 31k words

Tags: wip: nicea, set: locality space, any of the characters' first names prefixed with "c: " (c: Declan, etc.)

I've only posted it in snippets so far, but you can also find a few scenelets of things that happened before the events of Nicea in my scenelets wrapped tag.

I'll leave an open tag for anyone who wants to do a WIP intro!!

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[revcnqe]

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖘 / 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘

system of a down ⛧ tool ⛧ the clash ⛧ metallica ⛧ bruce springsteen ⛧ billy talent ⛧ pixies ⛧ nine inch nails ⛧ disturbed ⛧ deftones ⛧ rage against the machine

𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘

the grudge (tool) ⛧ here comes revenge (metallica) ⛧ i did what i did for maria (tony christie) ⛧ revenga (soad) ⛧ cigaro (soad) ⛧ running the world (jarvis cocker) ⛧ i'm a wanted man (royal deluxe) ⛧ oats in the water (ben howard) ⛧ hurt (nine inch nails) ⛧ karma police (radiohead) ⛧ freak on a leash (korn)

𝖖𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘 / 𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖘

wear the grudge like a crown ⛧ eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, a life for a life, it's my burden of proof ⛧ cunts are still running the world ⛧ my sweet revenge will be yours for the taking, it's in the making ⛧ well, that is a matter of opinion and I do not give a fuck about yours ⛧ blast off, it's party time, and where the fuck are you? ⛧ hello darkness, my old friend, i've come to talk to you again ⛧ there'll be things you never asked her, oh how they tear at you now ⛧ you’re an insane, degenerate piece of filth, and you deserve to die ⛧ pardon my french, fuck those fuckers ⛧ it's a day that i'll never miss, the most loneliest day of my life ⛧ this isn't a democracy anymore ⛧ you're all fucking welcome ⛧ worth dying for, worth killing for, worth going to hell for

𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖒𝖘 / 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖘

the boys ⛧ the punisher ⛧ kill bill ⛧ i saw the devil ⛧ oldboy ⛧ taxi driver ⛧ dredd ⛧ the crow (1994) ⛧ the hateful eight ⛧ django unchained ⛧ v for vendetta ⛧sin city ⛧ mad max (2015) ⛧ road to perdition ⛧ john wick ⛧ from dusk till dawn ⛧ pulp fiction

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

the man himself - billy butcher (the boys) ⛧ frank castle (the punisher) ⛧ marv (sin city) ⛧ seth gecko (from dusk till dawn) ⛧ vincent vega (pulp fiction) ⛧ tyler durden (fight club) ⛧ walter white (breaking bad) ⛧ rick grimes (the walking dead) ⛧ wolverine (logan)

tagged by: @chaoticjoke (ty!) tagging: @h-a-unted (maeve and/or any muse of your choice!) @vikasgarden @heartofglass-mindofstone @thesmartassdetective @dear-diary-of-disaster @exsecrabar @arasanwar @gottesgrauen @ravishingnemesis @verflcht @vasted & whoever wants to

[voxofthevoid]

Chiming in to say i like when people just use one general tag!!! When i want to read a ship i hate having to search thru 2-3 different tags i always end up missing stuff. If it matters that much just stick to fics thats specify top!character and bottom!character. Not to mention how useless it is when the characters verse.

Also, westerners (specifically in this case americans) have been using smushed ship names forever. I remember telling my millenial current sister in law about a ship when i was younger and she was just like, hold on did you brangelina (brad pitt/angelina jolie) them? LOL

I appreciate the chiming in!! And boy, do I have thoughts on this 📢

I understand and appreciate the utility of both top/bottom/verse tags as well as top-name-first ship tags—but only as optional systems. Now, this is already the case on Ao3. Every ship name permutation gets linked to the one alphabetical-order ship tag, and additional tags are by default optional. What you have are people trying to make top/bottom/verse tags mandatory, often by being obnoxiously loud about it, but with the ToS itself backing you up, it's relatively easy to tell them that you won't, in fact, be implementing their preferential system on your fics.

But top-name-first ship tags are a different matter, in that they split the ship entirely into two permutations (or more, when verse couples get tagged with double-ended versions like goyuugo or sasunarusasu), regardless of whether anyone's getting penetrated. Like you've said, it makes searching itself a pain (unless the site allows "OR" operators), and on top of that, what are the criteria for tagging fics/art without penetrative sex—in a manner that doesn't come with unfortunate implications, such as sex position doubling as a personality trait (regardless of canon personality, that is) or one position being considered the default? The latter is what I mostly see, but I've run into the former plenty too. You do get people tagging both ship names instead for non-sexual art, but the practice varies widely, and non-penetrative sex still tends to go into just one tag, unless verse tags are being used.

That's not really a system I'm interested as a fandom-wide usage. It clearly works for plenty of people, good for 'em, but my response to anyone trying to impose it on me is—well, you've seen what it is 😂

Plus, I think it's good for people with strict top/bottom preferences—and I am one, both IRL and in terms of fiction, so I'm not looking down on anyone for their sex tastes here—to do their own curation, be it via sticking solely to top/bottom tags like you said or using the handy CTRL+F function on untagged fics. Is it 10% more effort? Yes. That's the point. Ao3 tags are wonderful, but some people seem to be using them as a substitute for any effort or curation on their own part, and I firmly believe that makes for a less pleasant fandom space that's rampant with entitlement and worse.

Also, yes, agreed on the smushed names being pretty prevalent and longstanding in English—in and outside of the US, I'd say. My country is pretty damn far from the US, but we make portmanteau English terms like crazy and have for years.

[dndeceit]

A bit late for "new years" stuff, but thought I'd put out a little about my fic writing plans for the next year...

(Plus some miscellaneous other plans. This is a journal post.)

I've got two stories right now tied neck and neck for being the first new fic of the year.

One is the sequel to "Nails in the Coffin" which I've been working on more or less since I posed the fic (or longer, technically, since Nails sat finished for almost half a year before I actually posted it). That one's going to focus mainly on finishing Logan's arc and actually seeing Thomas deal with moving forward and how he learns to cope with the whole...vampire thing, but there's plenty of the other sides as well.

The other is an expanded version of a prompt I filled last year. So the cute little one-shot I originally finished has grown about five more chapters and is a lot less cute and a lot angstier (though, still, with a nicely hopeful ending).

The rest of this is stuff I know I'll work on but can only hope I'll finish:

For the Fallout AU, I have three fics I'm focusing on. One picks up with Virgil and Janus after "But Someday the Sun Will Shine" and one follows after "Crawl Out Through the Fallout" (where Marcus continues to be best boy and Virgil gets a much needed hug). I've also made significant progress in a fic that will cover Roman and Remus's backstory (which is a lot of fun to write because the first one so far that ties in directly to the actual games).

Some others that I might wind up working on if the mood strikes me:

A pre/sequel to "A Game of Tea and Dragons" where we learn how Roman met his questing companions and what happens after the curse is broken.

The proper sequel/third entry in the Party Games AU with Janus figuring out how to handle the werewolf nonsense (and also how to deal with his friends insisting on being there for him every step of the way).

Part two of "A Kiss by the Sea", moving ahead with my original plans for that fic (i.e. actually getting to the Roceit in the Roceit fic that was requested).

My Among Us AU, which is probably going to be the next "big" project just as soon as "Salt for Salt is finished with.

A cute and creepy gothic horror/kiddie horror story focused on kid!Logan uncovering a supernatural mystery.

Two fics that were scrapped versions of prompt fills because I realized they were missing key parts of the request, forcing me to start over again. (I liked what I had, but if it wasn't what the requester asked for, better to start over and do these versions later).

Other plans outside of writing:

I'm finally getting back into the mood to play (and possibly run) DnD. I won't go into detail, but I was dealing with quite a bit of burnout before, which was keeping me from playing. A lot of factors were involved, including issues with the business choices of the people at WotC, the primary GM in my group wandering away from DnD (but not really sticking to any of the new systems he tried), an eventual friend break-up in the gaming group with said GM, and a lack of interest in learning the new edition (new 5e? 5e2024? whatever it's called). But I've finally joined one of my friends' New5e games...

I've recently been drawn back to thinking about the Ravenloft setting (which was a much earlier hyperfixation of mine). I'm...cautiously excited that, after so many years of playing 5e, now that my friends are a bit more experienced, they're open to the idea of playing 3.5e. Which means that I won't have to do as much conversion to actually run a proper Ravenloft experience.

Ravenloft the setting is a whole different animal than has been presented in the 5e materials, and I'm looking forward to exploring that version of the Land of Mists again...

(Let's just hope that this energy doesn't wind up distracted toward a Sanders Sides Ravenloft AU, because the last thing I need is another WIP...)

If I get this off the ground I might start doing campaign journaling here, but if I do I'll have a tag so that those following me for Sanders Sides and Fic Rec Fridays and the like can block them.

[caritobbg]

Coffee Disaster — P2

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Reader

Summary: She confessed in the middle of the storm. Will she be able to forgive him?

A/N: And finally the second part is here! I'm more than happy for all the love you gave to the first one ❤️ it's been so many years since I had fun writing!!!! I hope you're ready for the next one 🤭 I've got lots of ideas in my head 👀

Tags: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @themorningsunshine @aquanova99 @mads-weasley @alexsoenomel (if you wanna be tagged, feel free to ask!! ❤️)

TW: panic attack - sad reader - Steve cursing (😂)

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

++ Y/N I already received the coffee bags, I'm downstairs.

>< perfect Stevie! I'm coming!

After making it clear to Bucky and Tony to behave accordingly, Y/N left in search of Steve. She wasn't going to leave him with those bags alone, even if he had more strength than she did because of the serum coursing through his system, she wanted to help load the goods.

Steve: ah! there you are -smiling- she's our barista -talking to the delivery boy who was unloading the bags.

Y/N: hi -shaking hands- very good.... What we've got here - checking the papers and signing the delivery sheet - might be missing.... -counting the order- no, nothing is missing - satisfied-...

Delivery man: yes, that's all - putting the delivery note away - I can go now.

Y/N: yes, that's all - taking one of the trolleys - thank you very much!

After they both checked that each bag was in perfect condition, they made their way to the entrance where they met Sam arriving from his morning jog.

Sam: -squealing- new coffee?

Y/N: good morning Sam -smiling- yes, it's a new coffee I want you to try -loading one of the three bags onto the trolley

Steve: sure you don't want me to help you with that? -Y/N gave him a murderous look - okok - raising his hands in surrender - I just want to help.

Y/N: Just carry those two bags -laughing-.

Sam: Bucky was over there this morning? -following them- he told me he was going to get some breakfast first, but then he never showed up.

Steve: weird of him -"surprised"- he never skips...

Y/N: Yes, he was having a coffee and he told me he wanted to talk to me about something -turning to look at him- do you know what it was?

Sam: No, not at all -bullshit- he didn't tell me anything at all.

Y/N: Steve? -looking at him- do you know what Bucky wanted to talk to me about?

Steve: neither -yeah, right- not as far as I know, no.

Y/N: ok.... -arriving at the freight elevator- I just thought it was weird to see him so... Dubitative -shaking her head- it's not like him.

She remained silent in thought. That man had been on her mind from the first moment he said, and I quote, "I like your espressos as much as your name", which, feeling embarrassed, he began to stammer, but to her it was one of the nicest compliments she had ever received in her 27 years of life.

Steve: Speaking of Bucky, have you told him yet?

Sam: Tell him what? - knowing the direction of this conversation - wait a minute....

Y/N: what I....? - understanding the question - oh no... Steven....

Sam: do you like Barnes? -surprised- SERIOUSLY YOU... -his next words came out as a mumble- mmhmdndkcbsm

Y/N: -covering his mouth- do you want to shout it louder so the whole tower can hear you -between her teeth- yes, I like James -letting it out- does it show that much?

Steve: A bit -elbowing him in the ribs- sorry to be honest - rubbing his ribs

Sam: And why didn't you tell him? -exasperated; he was tired of listening to the dreaded winter soldier complain and go on and on about her.

Y/N: Sam -closing his eyes- the chances of Bucky liking a girl like me are slim to none -opening the lift grate-

Steve: Y/N, you have to tell him once and for all -arranging the bags- you don't lose anything by doing that.

Sam: Cap's right, take a chance, what's the worst that can happen - shrugging his shoulders - you don't know until you try it

Y/N: - tired of everyone telling her the same thing - look, I don't want to ruin my friendship with Buck, ok? If he doesn't feel the same way I do I'm not going to force the relationship - exasperated - I'd like to be more than his friend, but it's impossible for him to love me back

Sam: ok missy, you don't need to be like that - raising his hands in surrender next to Steve - I'll let you two go on your way, I'm going to take a shower and then get a coffee

Y/N: I'll get it ready for you -saying goodbye

The little trip up was in total silence, not uncomfortable but.... You could tell there was tension about the topic discussed earlier.

- What if they are right? Does Bucky like me? But I don't want to ruin our friendship! Fuck! But if I don't tell him it would be worse... Okay, stop it Y/N! You're going to tell him once you're alone. Trust yourself and everything will be fine -

Steve: What are you thinking? -looking at her sideways; he couldn't read her mind like Wanda, but he knew it was related to his best friend - you're too quiet and that scares me.

The lift doors opened, revealing the desolate corridor of the emergency exit.

Y/N: I'm going to tell him -surprising the blondie next to her- I'm not going to waste any more time, I can't take it anymore and I need to confess it to him.

Steve: FINALLY! -relieved that one of these lovebirds is taking the initiative- I'm sure it's going to be fine -walking with her towards the cafeteria

Y/N: I hope so...

- Well, I've made up my mind. Now there's a problem: how do I tell him... "Bucky, I've liked you ever since I set foot in the tower and I can't get you out of my head"... No, not that. Let's see... And if I try with THE song that...? Nope Y/N cut the crap, if you're panicking about being heard singing, you're not going to sing to him! .... -

Steve: What the...

Y/N: Steve, what's wrong? What the... -tables smashed - m... My... -chairs smashed to smithereens- My cafeteria... -her imagination was trying to make her think it was a nightmare-no... Nononono... WHAT HAVE THEY DONE!??? THEY DESTROYED MY CARIMALLI! -seeing how her espresso machine, less than a year old, had been left in ruins- DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SAVED TO GET IT!!!?????

Y/N's mind was racing a million miles a second as he watched everything she had accomplished vanish in just 30 minutes. 30 minutes in which she left Ironman and the Winter Soldier himself alone, confident that nothing was going to happen.

Tony: Y/N/N/N...

Her mouth began to move, she had started to speak, to scream, but couldn't hear a single word that was coming out of her. She felt her body shaking, chest getting tighter and tighter, she recognised the signs of the panic attacks she used to have as a child and cursed herself for having one right now.

Bucky: are you okay? -were the first words that pierced her ears.

Y/N: No... -wanting to pull herself together but to no avail- I don't want to be spoken to or sought out by...either...either of you...I need to leave. Steve... I don't... I don't feel well.

She got out of there as best he could, leaving Steve to deal with the two destroyers. She was surprised to see that she had made it to her room in less time than she thought and let herself fall to the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Study and work at something worthwhile and give you a lot of income" - "What are you saying? Why are you so hell-bent on fulfilling that stupid dream?" - "You're going to starve to death with your coffee shop". Many people throughout her life said those three little phrases: bosses from previous jobs, some members of her family, friends.... She thought, thought and kept thinking about all these things. Always said that one day she would fulfil her dream and be one of the best baristas in NYC.

Y/N: help... - heard footsteps of someone running and coming through the door - S... St...

Steve: Y/N -taking her by the shoulders- Y/N. what's wrong with you? Talk to me! -she was trying to say even an "ah", but her throat started to close up even more and more to the point where her eyes started to close from lack of oxygen- shit.... - thinking fast - Y/N - putting one of her hands on his chest - doll, I need you to take a deep breath with me, okay? Can you do that? - taking big gulps of air for her to follow him; she nodded - okay, perfect... - they both stayed on the floor for a few minutes but....

Y/N: Steve - trying to stand up - Steve... I can't... - fading away

Steve: F.R.I.D.A.Y, tell Banner that Y/N is having a panic attack - taking her in his arms - tell him it's urgent!

Grateful for the serum coursing through his circulatory system, he arrived just in time. Bruce was already on the scene and all set up.

Steve: Bruce! - trotting over - please, you've got to help her!

Bruce: Rogers, take it easy - trying to calm him down - lay her down - checking her vitals - I'll put her on oxygen and we'll see how this goes. Let's let her rest and get oxygen to her whole body.

The supersoldier paced back and forth worriedly waiting for his friend to wake up. Bucky was the only one who could calm her down in these situations and make everything alright, but this time he was one of the ones who provoked him.

Nat: Steve -making the blond turn around- what's going on? Why is Y/N unconscious?

Steve: Bucky and Tony, it happens

Bruce: What? What did that duo do now?

Steve: They destroyed the cafeteria -hardenening his jaw-

Nat: Come again? - incredulous - Rogers, you're kidding, right?

Bruce: How? - speechless

Y/N: I left them alone for 30 minutes - making everyone turn around; she was finally awake- Steve helped me take up an order and.... - trying to sit down; Bruce stops her -

Bruce: lean back for a moment and take a deep breath

Y/N: - doing what the Incredible Hulk was telling - when we came back - teary eyed - it was all smashed to bits....

Nat: Ok - that was all the confirmation she needed - I'll be back in a moment.

Steve: Nat...

Nat what? - innocently - I'll go and have a chat with them for a moment.

Y/N: Nat, don't worry. I'll make them suffer myself - still weak

Bruce: Y/N... I'm scared when you say things like that

Steve: Me too...

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As the days went by, things didn't change. Bucky and Tony were still cleaning the room, Y/N wasn't talking to them, she even put up a sign warning everyone who was responsible for the lockdown.

Y/N was sitting on a stool in the avengers' kitchen. She was staring at a painting with lots and lots of pictures of coffee shops, espresso machines, furnishings, everything she had always dreamed of. She made that collage with.... You know who.... Her "best friend". She was still on her mind until Nat approached her and gave her a half smile that faded as she saw her impossible crush step out of the lift.

Bruce, who had expected what was about to happen, called the red-haired woman over to leave them alone and, in passing, listen in on the conversation.

Bruce: Natasha, I don't think this is the right thing to do - tucked in a corner -

Nat: Stop whining - looking through the corner of the door frame and, after a few minutes - oh shit... - turning to see Bruce - this isn't going well.... You're right, let's go.

Y/N: I liked you...

Stiff. They froze where they stood. Everyone knew that there was some tension between these lovebirds, but they never imagined that in a situation like this one would confess

Bruce: But... What? - whispering - now you have to let him know?

Nat: Hide! - between teeth - someone will come out and see us!

Indeed, Y/N came out of that very door and, miraculously, without seeing them. Nat looked out and saw James Buchanan Barnes standing there, still processing Y/N's words as they were.

Bruce: Nat - tapping her shoulder - look.... He's more than determined to fix all this - watching as he lifted the damaged painting out of the rubbish -

Nat: These two are destined to be together no matter what.

Bruce: - getting out of there - come on, we have to help him - as Natasha followed him - I want to kill him, but he needs everyone's help if he's going to get her back.

Nat: - surprised - who are you and what did you do with shy Banner?

Bruce: - laughing at the surprised Natasha Romanoff - tell me you don't want to do the same.

Nat: Good point. Shall we tell Steve and Wanda? - as they skipped up the steps as fast as they could to get to Tony's office - they're probably going to want to be a part of it.

Bruce: Yeah - catching his breath - let's get on with it.

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1-12 Femme Fatale XD

okey dokey let's do thissssss

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I am very neutral on Femme (but leaning towards like!) because, on one hand, I do enjoy the episode that she was in, and I think she was a really fun and unique character, but on the other hand... I mean, it's hard to do much of anything else with her except have her be cranky and misandrist. ☹️ That coupled with the fact that she's, like, one of three female villains in the show is a bit of a bummer.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

She would probably hate me saying this, but her outfit is fire and her hair is beautiful. I'm honestly very jealous she can pull that whole look off (even though she apparently stole it... I mean she did it very well!).

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

She was just in one episode! 😩 It's like how it bums me out that Sedusa was in, like, what... only three? Poor ladies.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I dunno, but boy, it would really be interesting to see if they'd even consider bringing her back in any other potential reboots that might pop up... 👀

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

There have been occasions where I have cursed the entire population of men under my breath (but, hey, I think that's the sort of thing everyone's guilty of at one point or another, we aren't all perfect). Unlike her though, it's definitely not something that's seriously integrated into my belief system like it is in hers.

...I think we also totally agree that Townsville needs more cool lady villains. 🤣

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

...does the fandom really do a lot with her, really? I have seen some really cool fanart/cosplay of her, and I've read a few funny little fanfics she's starred in that were pretty good.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Maybe underutilizing her? The problem is that she's in an episode that's... well, it's not super controversial or anything, but like I said in my first answer, she just kind of gets pigeonholed into a certain role by the nature of her villain concept. I think a lot of people also misrepresent the episode that she's in and kind of say it's about things that it's not. The world is definitely made up of more shades of gray than in a cartoon show about kindergarteners who fight, but there's still some good stuff you can take away from Equal Fights.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

I do not think that would work out because she'd probably keep pulling stuff like... continuously missing rent and having some huge sob story about how it was the patriarchy's fault that she couldn't pay it, since that's her usual over-the-top MO in her episode. Left dirty dishes in the sink? "Oh, you want me to clean them up like some submissive 50s housewife?!" Trashed up the bathroom? "Well, be grateful I didn't leave the seat up like some man!" I think I would cry.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

[imagines the arguments the two of us would most likely get into ten seconds into even meeting each other] ...probably not.

11. Would you date this character?

If I wanted to have one of the most toxic relationships of my life? Yeah, sure. Otherwise, heck no!

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

That she and Sedusa are frenemies with a fun-filled but ullllltra toxic relationship where they occasionally go on crime sprees with one another (maybe letting Princess Morbucks tag along now and then) and also argue about the best ways to take advantage of all those idiotic men in Townsville. 😆

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last song: Energy by Fire Tiger because, goddamn, 80s music was something else and a contemporary band with an 80s style??? Killer. amazing. Give me more.

favorite color: A really dark purple or dark orange, I can't make up my mind!

currently watching: literally on the tv right now Scream Queens, but started watching Brilliant Minds when it began and have now gotten many in one of my servers hooked and watching them lose their minds is almost as much fun as watching the show!

currently reading: Vampire Boys: True Tales From Operators of the RAF's First Single-Engined Jet.

last movie: Last night rewatched MI4 because Ghost Protocol really got that Benji/Ethan falling in luuuuurrrvveee thang going on, but that I saw for the first time recently Tombstone. I don't know how I didn't watch it for so long but Val Kilmer was fucking robbed of a nomination and the resulting Oscar. but in general I don't truly need a movie to be "good" or "award worthy", I just need it to make my brain feel like pop rocks so the viewing habits are ...eclectic.

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet and salty together! But I have a super unhealthy love of salt but due to oddly enough unrelated issues, developed insanely high blood-pressure (gotta love a previously undiagnosed lethal heart condition while your doctor tells you you're fine!!) I've had to largely give up salt and I miss it sooo much

relationship status: single and not remotely caring to mingle.

current obsession: Tie between The Boys In The Boat and Top Gun because boys in boats and boys in planes. ~~i come from a family with a long military (largely naval) history and a bunch of pilots so its an illness I can't help it. Freud's ghost has been contacted. Apparently my call is very important to him...

last thing you googled: what the accident down the end of my road was about/caused by because shutting off the entire road system around it, managing to go fast enough on my road to flip not one, not two, but three cars onto the roof????? THE FUCK YOU DOING AT 7 AM!?!?!?