#but that's how it ended up happening again lol

[rosenclaws]

arghjsw what abt prompt 45 and 76 from fluff list, drunk! au with the worst!wolverine?

“Will you stay the night?” “Kiss me like you mean it.”

warnings: drinking, reader throws up twice lol, he calls u princess once

wc: 1.3k

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"Holy fuck, what did Wade put in this?" You shout to Logan who was only standing a foot away from you. You don't even realize you're shouting. In your defense you were...pretty drunk. You had to be if you wanted to talk to Logan like this.

Sober you could barely get a few sentences out without feeling like an idiot. He's just so intimating and he's got this wall built around him that feels impossible to break.

"I don't know princess." Logan says with an amused look on his face. You were completely hammered and Logan found it very funny.

"I should go ask him." You lean on him, patting his chest and leaving your hand there for a little too long.

Sober you would be mortified. As you take a step you stumble and Logan is quick to catch you. The look on your face worries him as you grab onto his shirt.

"Hey, everything okay?" Logan asks.

You try to answer him but feel a rumbling in your stomach. Fuck. You push against Logan's chest and bolt to the bathroom. Whatever Wade put in that punch didn't sit well with your stomach. As you empty your guts into the toilet you feel a hand on your back.

"Logannnn." You whine as you sit back on the floor. Thank god you were wasted because this would be utterly mortifying.

"It's okay, I got you sweetheart." Logan chuckles as he takes a towel and wipes your mouth.

"Wanna go home." You say with a pout. "

How much did you drink?" Logan asks while shaking his head, a small smile on his face as he bends down and helps you up.

You wrap your arms around his strong neck and groan as he lifts you off the ground. He's half carrying half dragging you back to your apartment. Listening to all your drunk rambling with a smile.

"You're so handsome, like it's not fair. Fucking 200 year old hot guy." You boop his nose and he just raises an eyebrow at you.

"What?" You ask innocently.

"Nothing." He replies. He thinks you're absolutely adorable.

As you reach your door you try and get the key in the lock but struggle. Logan tries to take them from you but you end up dropping them instead. Both of you reach down for it, hands knocking against each other. The alcohol running through your veins blocks any sense of embarrassment and impulse control you have. You just look into his pretty hazel eyes and you can't help yourself.

You kiss him.

It's quick. Just a peck but you do it. He's stunned as you pull away. Silence between the two as he grabs your keys and unlocks your door. Your stomach starts to churn, not from nausea but from the lack reaction from Logan.

He's gentle as he brings you to your bedroom. Helping you brush your teeth and stepping out of the room while you change. He comes back to you snuggled up in your bed.

"Everything alright?" He asks and you nod.

"Wait!" You call as he starts to leave, your hand reaching for his wrist.

"Will you stay the night?" Logan hesitates.

"I don't think that's a good idea sweetheart," Logan sits on the edge of the bed, brushing your cheek with his hand. "

M sorry for kissing you, I just don't want to be alone." Your emotions were haywire as tears slip down your face. Logan sighs and relents.

As you bury yourself under the covers he gets on the other side, laying on top of them fully clothed. He crosses his arms as you roll over to face him.

"G'night." You mumble as sleep takes you without much fight.

Logan doesn't fall sleep as easy. His mind is too focused on the kiss. You kissed him and if he was being honest he hopes you kiss him again. A part of him worries this was just drunk you talking. That it was a mistake that you'll pretend it never happened come sunrise. He can only hope you feel the same when the alcohol is gone.

-

Waking up to a pounding head is not how you wanted to start your morning. You roll on your back and feel something strong and sturdy blocking your path. Looking over your shoulder you see Logan. Asleep. In your bed. What the fuck. You immediately roll back over. The memories of last night coming to you.

Oh fuck, you kissed Logan. You kissed. The man you've been harboring a crush on for the last few months. Your stomach rumbles and it doesn't take long for you to realize what it was.

Throwing the covers off you scramble to the bathroom. You barely notice waking Logan up in the process as you're a little preoccupied. After you're done...you know. You brush your teeth and leave your bathroom.

To your surprise Logan is gone. Maybe he left to avoid the embarrassment of what happened. Or maybe he just hates you know. As you trudge to your kitchen you find him rummaging through your drawers. Water and Advil sitting on the counter.

"Where the fuck is your bread?" Logan grumbles as he slams a cupboard door shut.

"I don't have any." You groan as you grab the medicine.

"Was gonna make you toast but..." He trails off, not sure what to say. You shrug and sip the water.

There's an awkward silence that settles over the room. Do you talk about it? Or do you pretend it never happened. It was killing you, he wouldn't say anything and you just needed to be done with it.

"Look Logan, I'm really sorry for last night. I shouldn't have kissed you like that and I, I just hope I didn't make things weird." You say, noticing how Logan almost...deflates? Like he's sad by what you had said.

"Don't worry sweetheart. I get it, it was the alcohol. If you want to forget it, consider it done." He gives you a half smile and he seems to close himself up again. Was he disappointed? The way he phrased things, if you wanted to forget.

"Do you want to forget it?" You ask shyly.

If you're reading this wrong it could implode the friendship you had built with Logan. But if you were right, oh god you really hoped you were right. He sighs and walks around the counter. You feel yourself grow nervous as he stands between your legs.

"No. I don't want to." He confesses. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in his words.

"I don't either." You whisper. Logan smiles and takes your chin in his fingers, his eyes growing softer as he admires your face.

"Good. Now that you're sober, you can kiss me like you mean it." He growls, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, smashing your lips onto his in hot kiss. He groans as you tangle your fingers into his hair. He lets go of your chin to grab your legs and warp them around his waist.

"Fuck, this is better than I imagined." Logan says as you pull apart.

"Logan..." You pray this isn't just some dream, that you're really here in his arms.

"Yeah sweetheart?" He hums as he buries his face in your neck.

"I really like you..."

"Yeah? Couldn't tell when you drunk kissed me last night." He teases. You huff as you let go of Logan who doesn't like that one bit.

"Not funny," He grins as he picks you up with ease, damn that super strength is hot.

"I like you too, a lot." He growls.

He heads to your bedroom, hell bent on showing you just how much he really likes you.

[strwberri-milk]

hii never requested before so lmk if this is wrong somehow, but im curious on how you think the boys would be if they realized you were experiencing medical malpractice. (negligence, failure to diagnose, etc.) i would like all the boys, but if not, doing only zayne is fine! (most curious for him just cuz he’s a doctor lol) tysm :)

All of them are incredibly angry on your behalf. He can't believe you're going through that, being hurt by someone who's meant to help you. You'd been seeing this doctor for a while, so of course you trust them, thinking that they were doing what was good for you. However, your lack of progress started concerning you and you ended up secretly getting a second opinion, dismayed when another doctor told you that they had no idea what your primary physician was doing.

Sylus and Rafayel want to absolutely decimate your physician's practise, and will do so behind the scenes. They don't want to drag you into the situation, but wants to do something about it. He uses his money to expose the scummy things your doctor did, making sure that their professional reputation is tarnished.

Sylus goes a step further, aiming to have their credentials revoked from them as further punishment for what they've done to you.

Rafayel doesn't go that far since he doesn't care - unless you want him to - but regardless, they're both going to spend a bunch of money getting you a private doctor.

Zayne and Xavier decide to come to your appointment to see what's happening. He judges quietly, observing what your doctor does and taking mental notes of it.

Xavier not having a medical background means he decides to ask more questions about why or why not your doctor won't do certain things, asking them to record everything to a tee on your chart. He makes it very clear that he's not impressed with their work and should expect a call from a medical board very soon.

Zayne doesn't reveal that he's a doctor until he decides things have gone too far, telling your doctor to their face how unprofessional they are and that he's going to see to it that nobody falls for their trickery again. His judgement is widely respected amongst the community, therefore making it incredibly hard for your doctor to continue working the second he brings up the slightest doubt against them.

[things-about-cars-in-posts]

The MOMENT I laid eyes on that rollbar I thought "Huh! How Caterham-like!", lol. Turns out I know my favorite car well.

Funnily enough, the Caterham Seven has been given a sleeker body before, by Caterham themselves no less, and this new year marks 21 years since that happened. And given the result was named Caterham 21, and specifically because Caterham had been making Sevens for 21 years by then, this would be a very funny coincidence if I hadn't planned it.

Okay, there is to say the name may also have been influenced by the goal of making something like the legendary Lotus Eleven racecar...

...but enough dwelling, let's get you a picture of what this thing looks like!

Oh, what's that there?

But that's my blogpost on it I wrote eight years ago, on the news section (bafflingly) of automotive publication Car Throttle!

"Wait, you wrote published automotive articles eight years ago?"

Well, not really.

See, Car Throttle did have an articles section, but at heart it was a car-centered social media platform. There were larger, more structured posts in the "Blog" community, and the editors sometimes picked the better ones and shared them in the Official Featured Articles Of The Staff Whose Job It Is To Do This section. And a couple of my posts were picked, which at my then tender age of [too young for unsupervised internet networking] was an inconceivable honor.

But then at some point they decided, I believe to quote the chief, their attempt "to make the Facebook for cars" was ill-conceived, because "the Facebook for cars was already Facebook", and the platform pivoted to just being a news outlet. And, infuriatingly, pretending they never were a social to begin with. Forget preserving the posts, we weren't even given a tool, a deadline, a warning for archival. Posting ability was removed and everything was just hidden and hushed away slowly and gradually enough to frogboil away all attention before deleting all those posts I and countless others poured heart and soul into.

Except the Editor's Picks - a layout change could make those look like proper articles and pad their offerings. Clicking the author name leads to a cryptic "Forum" section. No mention of upvotes -embarrassing memories- but the comments are there, they make it look like a visited website. Who's this blank circle? Can't click the username. Who are they tagging? Page wasn't found. How do all these commenters seemingly know each other? Good luck googling them. Now visit our shop.

So, in the spirit of fuck that, here is that article remastered for Tumblr - a platform that, for all its ills, refuses to shut its doors in the face of all sense and all the internet rowing against its model of a free, unalgorithmic feed where all forms of content are welcome.

Fair warning: you'll need to be up to speed with the story of the Seven itself. Here's the link again - last chance!

Caterham did something other than the Seven? Yep. This is the 1994-1999 Caterham 21, the only other production Caterham. It was pretty much a more comfortable, everyday-use Seven.

What's with that crazy silver look? That's the aluminum prototype. The production version was made out of fiberglass, and looked like this:

Hold up… Why do those taillights look familiar? Well, you know how it is with small sportscars... and when the design team cruised the motorway looking for lights that would suit the design...

And the parts sharing doesn't end there either.

And what about the interior? Was it comfortable? More than the Seven, of course (in the end, that was its goal): It had more creature comforts, such as proper doors, actual glass windows (which, as a trade-off, didn’t roll down), a dashboard that actually looks like the product of design work, and a soft-top you closed rather than assembled. Though comfort was still one of its weaker points.

Why so? Isn’t it a lot wider? Where did all the extra width go? Well…

Yes, this is for real. You could have a football match on those sills.

Engine-wise? UK car industry experts are waiting for me to say it - and indeed, the almost stereotypical Rover K-series engine (found from the Land Rover Freelander to the FSO Polonez and a wealth of little British sportscars in between) was offered either as a 1.6 (offering 1or as a 1.8.

Oh, yeah, and it had one of those cool forward-opening bonnets, since the whole front was a single piece so good luck with any other way.

Any specs? Plenty.

The 115hp 1.6 reached 60mph (for yankees, that's the same) in 6.4 seconds and carried on to 118 (for non-yankees, that's 190km/h). That's a pretty low top speed, but these cars were always oriented towards acceleration and lower-speed roads. If you wanted more though, the 1.6 Supersport upped the power to 138, lowered the 0-60 to 5.8 and reached 131 (210km/h). The 1.8 started at 122hp but its Supersport variant developed 138... and the Supersport R 190, rocketing to 60 in 4.5 seconds. But those are very rare.

How was the sound? Better than a Viper’s. At least, according to Mike Rutherford from this Men and Motors segment from 1998. If you want to spare yourself some ear-piercing music, skip to 2 minutes for the bold claim and some chatting with Jez Coates (Caterham’s technical director) about how they managed that.

How did that power get to the wheels? As standard, it had the Ford Type 9 transmission, the one you’d find in a MKIII Capri or a Sierra, though a Caterham-made six-speed gearbox was offered as an option. It also had a limited-slip differential, of course.

So, how was it like to drive? Probably better than the Seven: the chassis was 50% stiffer, the wheels were further apart and the suspension was tweaked for a better ride. And while it was bigger and heavier than the Seven it was based on, we’re still talking about less than 4 meters and 1500 pounds (for Europeans, that's about 1800 euros at today's exchange- wait no).

Oh, and then there was the GTO, a racing version with the Seven R500's 1.8l engine. Some specs? 230 hp, 0-100 in 3,8 seconds, and all in 1994.

And, as if it wasn’t mad enough already, it later received the Levante’s V8 - supercharged to 500 hp! In a car that weighs not much more than that in kilograms!

Wow, what a cool car! How come it failed to replace the Seven? That was never its goal! The production was already meant to be limited to 200 cars a year. Which of course, multiplied by the five years it was sold-

Lightnings strike. Thunders echo. Typhoons blow. Lotuses handle. But their quest to revive the Seven's ethos called for much more than coasting on that fact of life. They pushed aluminium manufacturing itself to new bounds to create a chassis less Seven tier rigid and more seven times that. The engineers' pursuit of lightness was so absurd that their own electric window mechanisms were lighter than their supplier's manual ones. The result was a beautiful mid-engined sportscar with proper development budget about as light as the 21 and only £200 more than its base version, which it beat in 0-60, top speed and being preassembled. Yeah.

It was the raw British performers' iPod. Compact, light, capable, yet refined, simple and comfortable to use... a great enough product to push its brand away from the edge of hasbeendom and towards a new renaissance, ushering in a boom of its category... which was really more a boom of just itself, given how few other real beneficiaries there were.

Sure, you could buy a Morgan if your tophat stayed on during sex. You could buy a TVR if your views on ergonomics aligned with The Joker's. You could even buy a Creative Nomad Jukebox. But then, you'd still probably want a car with a radio to plug it into. So, while yearly Elise production, targeting 750, peaked at 5000 (or, spot the theme, seven times that), not 50 Caterham 21s were ever produced. Of which just two were Supersport Rs. I told you they were rare.

But that still doesn't explain it, does it? Sure, the Elise might've made it redundant at best and even stolen its spotlight when first showcased in '95, but the 21 still had a full year when the Elise was but a rumor, so surely, at least for the briefest while, there was room to shine for the idea of a plusher take on the cheap, basic British sportscar recipe, ri-

Yep. The 1989, or 1990 depending on your address, Mazda Miata. The iPod of the British sportscar. And no, I'm not refuting my first use of this analogy. The original concept behind the Miata was putting the ethos of the traditional British roadster in a package so usable the everyman could have it not just as their weekend car but as their only car. The original concept behind the Elise was updated because of pesky regulations to, ugh, have doors. We are talking about two very different levels of commitment there - and by extension two very different breadths of potential customers. To clarify: the uproarious success of the Elise led to the production of a whole 55 thousand between its every variant when production stopped in 2021. That's half of all cars Lotus ever made in its seven decades. In 2016, Mazda produced its millionth Miata.

Yeah.

And sure, the 21 was much lighter and faster than the Miata, but those who wanted that enough to both pay a £3k premium and put up with an unreliable, temperamental handmade British car, but not enough to go for the even lighter and faster Seven were evidently... not enough.

Which is a shame, really, isn't it? However much I may love the Seven's looks, I'm not blind to them being... let's use "polarizing". To have something not just more conventionally attractive, but also much more approachable (you know, things like knowing you won't have to frantically fiddle with two dozen buttons if it starts to drizzle) could, for the right person, not just make the proposition more appealing, but be what pushes it into the reign of justifiability.

Right, it sucks for those people! Now that it’s a rarity, prices must be sky-high… Well, you’re about to be pleasantly surprised: those Caterhams you saw above are actually up for sale, and with prices that rival used Sevens, too!

Okay, that was eight years ago, but from what I've been able to tell any time a 21's gone on sale since then the price has closer to the first figure than the second - when not lower still!

And that's the end of the article, engagement prompts aside. That transition from small edits to a whole new section was pretty jarring, eh. Writer improves after third of life. More at 7.

Anyhow, here's your first post of the year - and here's to one more year here on Tumblr, making the kind of content every other social platform welcomes as merrily as the plague.

Thank you all for sticking around for it. Means a lot.

Scoperta, 2024, by Camal Studio. A sports car based on the Caterham Seven is to be offered by Turin-based design studio. The cars will cost €150,000

[accio-victuuri]

cpn catch-up: of interview clues, mushrooms, flowers 🍄🌸

at the rate cpns are raining down on us, you only blink and boom you missed alot. lol. so this is my attempt at catching up before weibo night comes in tomorrow.

gege had a really good interview for his portrait magazine interview! it’s nice to know his thoughts on certain topics. he is definitely calm and in a good space. the next month/s will be chaotic for him due to loch promotions but i’m confident he can deal with it 🫶🏼

for his wonderful interview, i wanna list down a few cpn-y points…

1. in the beginning he was talking about what changed and he said he was more composed/calm and self-focused. adding that before he was conscious of what others thought of him, but now, he relies more on his own judgment. this is ( atleast to me ) exactly how yibo has been lately, especially with being calm. you can totally see that during live events and in just the way he expresses himself.

yibo has always been someone who didn’t care much about what others think of him, and i’d like to cpn that this kind of attitude transferred to xz. their relationship also influenced that, they are secured with who they are so none of the outside voices matter anyone.

love that for them!

2. both of them exercising for strength and not necessarily to be thin.

3. i like how fans are playing up the real life yizhan AU of xz as a bakery owner and yibo as a race car driver.

4. there was a part of him talking about his best when he experiences challenges in acting. that kind of drive, they are so similar! they are not afraid to do things over and over again till they get it right. and no matter what happens, they know they did their best.

5. when xz said that he is lucky and happy 💕

of course there are a lot of factors that contribute to that. i will not disregard his own growth as a person from his personal experiences cause he went through ALOT for the past five years. but it surely helped that he has someone on his side to help him.

there may be more but as a fan this was such a good interview. proof that he is happy with where he is right now, it’s not perfect. he still has fears of failing but his disposition is so much stronger now.

from something serious, let’s move to clownery. the mushroom in the loewe shoot 😂😂😂 if you saw their ig post about yibo that was included. makes us think of the mushroom that wakes up at 4:00 AM

do they know about this? HAHAHAHAHAHA!

and lastly, yibo sent a flower arrangement to Hu Jun as a gift for his play. and we noticed that one of the flower/s is the same as what xz received before. is it a type that he likes to send for congratulations?

-END.

[city-tickles]

Giving and Receiving some End Of The Year Tickles!

Hi!

It was the end of the year and I had a rough month, so I wanted to close out my December with some tickling fun at one of the parties in NYC. Here's what happened.

First, I got a pedicure because that was long overdue. It normally isn’t that ticklish, but I definitely let out a grunt or two during the scrubbing lol

(What a great pic this is lol)

I got to the party early, which is good because even though they were still setting up, people were already getting their girls. The girls I wanted from last time were already busy; unfortunately, that’s how it stayed the entire night. Luckily, I ran into this girl named Kat, a beautiful l, slender Black and Hispanic woman. I recognized her from last time because I remember her loud laugh from when she was getting tickled.

I approached her and we started talking. She asked me what I was into and told her tickling. Her eyes darted back as she was not in a tickling mood. She let me know she hadn’t done a tickling session in a long time. Then she recognized me as the person who brought stocks to these parties. I let her know that if it helped, I also enjoyed being a lee. Her eyes lit up as a mischievous grin came upon her face. She was intrigued because she didn’t usually get to tickle someone at these parties. 

At these parties, there isn’t a lot of space, because other sessions are going on next to you so at first there wasn’t a room. Thankfully, we found a spot to play and she assigned roles. I put on a blindfold and since we were trapped under a protective sheet, She was the “spider” and I was the “caterpillar” in her web. Before we started, she had me take a deep breath in and out a few times. Then the last time. she started tickling when I started taking them, which made me laugh while inhaling and exhaling. She started going through all my spots, taunting me the entire way, commenting on how ticklish I was and how sensitive the spots were as I laughed my head off. 

Then, she had me raise my arm up one by one, and spider tickled from my hands down to to my armpit and attacked there. I wish I could tell you everything she was saying because she was a 100% a trash talking ler. Teasing every reaction and asking if I was ticklish there in certain spots and pretending to be shocked. 

She also tried some of my tools on me which included @ticklingduck’s little device and his big scalp device on my feet, legs and knees. After that, she went full on scribble attack on my sides and ribs and underarms where I’m laughing so hard. We found out we were laughing too hard because the manager told us to take it to the back of the room because we were drawing too much attention lol

After she finds a spot for us, I pack up my tools (which were a lot), grab my coat and walk to the back where we can play some more. To save time, I had to put my shoes on with no socks. It was very brief but also a tiny fantasy of mine to be vulnerable to be tickled that way

We get to the back and she puts me in the stocks. This time we don't use a blindfold because she wants me to see what she is going to do me. This was a bigger test for me because I think I react better when I don't see what's going on. She had me do the breathing technique again while scribbling all over my feet, which caused me to laugh and made her only tease me on. "C'mon! It's just breathing." After that she really worked on my feet with a variety of tools, the TicklingDuck scalp massager and other device, the vibrating feather, flossing ostrich feathers between my toes, her OWN HEELS and of course scribbling with her fingers and spelling out her name on my soles.

One of the things she did before we moved places was ask me questions that I would've had no idea what the answer was because never discussed it! First she asked me what her favorite color was, which I knew the answer, then she asked me what her other favorite color was, which I didn't know and she tortured my upperbody some more. She continued this, asking what her favorite animal was, and tickling more when I tried to figure out the answer. 

All while she continued to tease me as the caterpillar caught in her web. 

She then gave me a break and told me to check out how much I was sweating, which us both laugh, before going back to it. She used the vibrating feather device on my knees and a little on my upperbody before focusing more on my upperbody with her fingers. She attacked my sides, tummy and underarms vigoruosly all while teasing how ticklish I was and saying "Tickle tickle tickle" along with otther silly but cute noises and phrases, loving every mninute of it. 

After that, she gave me even more suprises when she began to spider tickle my palms and was surprised they were ticklish. She didn't stay there long, but she continue to spider tickle down my arm trying to get to my armpits, but kept stopping along the way because she found some ticklish parts I didn't even know about. She got to my biceps and OMG were they sensitive! I am not a super fit person so I don't really think about my biceps but they quickly moved up to a top ticklish spot because it was almost unbearable to have her nails dance along that area while she giggled and told me she loved finding new spots that people didn't know.

Then she began gently tickling my neck and chest (another spot that I didn't know was THAT ticklish) before digging into my underarms further driving me crazy. After givin my upperbody and feet a few more attacks, she asked me all the questions again, which I got the answers right, except for another one that wasn't in our conversation, which made her torture me some more before she let me out the stocks and have a break.

As I caught my breath, we got to know each other more and talk tickles. We had some time left, so she told me she would let me tickle her feet, but fingers only. The reason she was reluctant before was she had some lers that went too far and did not participate in any aftercare or concern for her, so it turned her off leeing for a bit. I was very grateful and appreciative she would give me the chance, so I made sure not to take advantage.

I took her heels off and put her cute, tiny feet in my lap. I complimented her dark blue pedicure, which she appreciated because others thought it was a different color. Then I began to gently scribble on her soles, which already had her jumping, screaming and snorting. Rather than ask her questions, I would talk with her and use that as part of a reason to tickle her. For example, she went on vacation recently, so I would ask her about the trip, and say things like, "It's good to relax. Put your feet on the grass. I bet it felt something like this" and then would gently tickle to simulate feet on grass.

I continued to do this with every answer she gave me. One part, where we sped things up was I found out she was into metal music, so I would scribble up and down her soles and under her toes pretending to do fast songs or spell out an artists name. Each time she would laugh loudly, swearing, snorting and making cute noises.

At one point, I found out her right foot as more ticklish than her left one, so I gave her a choice which one for me to tickle, she said the left one and expected the right immediately, but I went for the left. She told me, "I thought you were gonna go for the right!" And I replied, "I'm a man of my word, but if you want me to! I will!" Then started to attack her right foot, as she tried to get away, but I had her in a gentle ankle lock, so she wasn't able to move!

I did this sporadically for 20 minutes since she needed breaks every few minutes. During those breaks, I'd gently caress her feet and legs and make sure she was feeling okay, and reassuring that she's doing an awesome job. Eventually, our time was up and we talked about how much fun we had, and how we would definitely do it again in the future.

She is in NYC and does sessions and doesn't mind getting a shoutout, so if that is something you are interested in, especially if you are lee leaning, let me know and I will tell you who she is. If you are a ler, she might not be as eager yet.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story!

[ghouly-boiiiii]

Coming back to Ghoulcy after a long break. Upon rewatching the show again, I honestly feel more strongly than ever that there's gonna be some canon Ghoulcy in the show at some point...

But I wanna clarify what I mean by that...

If that happens, obviously that's gonna create a bit of a love triangle between Lucy, Max and The Ghoul. And honestly, the triangle's probably gonna end up being pretty one-sided. Like I can't say whether I think Lucy will develop feelings for Cooper. But I definitely think its setting it up for Cooper to start having feelings for Lucy. And I think Lucy and Cooper might bang, just because Lucy is one horny lady with not a squeamish bone in her body lol.

Of course, that would definitely complicate things between her and Max even more than they already are. (You know, her dad being the one who blew up Max's home, the fact she offered to have him live in the vault with her but probably won't want to return after what she's learned, Max now being a knight, etc.) And who knows whether they will find each other and end up being together in the end, but...

Whatever the case, I don't think there's going to be a happily ever after for anybody. Not for Lucy and Max and definitely not for Lucy and Cooper. But it's certainly an opportunity for a lot of interesting drama and frankly, as someone who's been playing the Fallout games for 10+ years, I'd honestly be kinda disappointed if there wasn't some kind of human/ghoul relations going on. I mean, it's no more weird or ridiculous than any other absurd piece of lore in the Fallout universe. It's absolutely on brand 100%.

And if you think they won't do it just because they're worried about what people think... I would argue, they incinerated puppies in the beginning of the second episode... I don't think the show gives a shit about how anybody feels lol. The people making it are obviously passionate about the games and being true to the universe they're expanding upon. They've already fully embraced the dark and quirky elements and tone of the games. And they seem pretty cool with the Ghoulcy shippers too haha. So no, I don't think it's delulu to think there might be at least a little somethin' somethin' happening between Lucy and Cooper. Even if it's Cooper just pining hopelessly over her. Obviously, I could be very wrong. But I don't think I am. We'll see what happens, though. I'm sure I will still love the show even if it doesn't, but damn it would be fucking rad if it did lol.

[aquarines]

i really do hope we get sam reid in the writer's room, because i don't know if i can take any more lestat slander from some of the writers. the whole point of tvl is lestat telling his side of the story to louis. it's a love letter to him, explaining everything he couldn't while they were together. lestat isn't perfect, of course, but he's also generous and giving and awkward with some things. some of the writers have bought into the lestat self-hate, thinking that's who he actually is. hello!!! the man hates himself, thinks he's irredeemably evil, and in so doing, ACTS that way! hello!!! he isn't!!! it's been shown time and again from other characters that he's pretty great, if not a little insufferable at times. he is scared of being unloveable!!! WHEN HE IS SO LOVEABLE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, HE IS WORTH THE OCCASIONAL ANNOYING SHIT. you could spit in lestat's face, call his mother a whore, and then STAB him, and if he loves you he'd say "aww, someone's feeling grumpy : )" and then just keep going. THAT'S WHO LESTAT IS. (hi i have a cold and im thinking about him and all the missteps that happened in the show so far regarding his character).

heyo, sorry for the late(ish) response, and i hope you feel better now <333 drink some ginger and lemon tea, it always works for me (also lessen smoking if you do because it worsens the symptoms lol i speak from experience)

i basically agree with everything you wrote, like samuel is a true lestat understander in a way i feel some iwtv writers are simply not

like i wonder how they're going to adapt that part where he claims he seduced magnus and that's why magnus raped him into vampirism, if they take everything he says at face value

and yes his never ending tenacity and hope is one of his main traits, like he's literally "always turning the worst of a situation into something good" character embodied and it's what helps him survive all the shit anne puts him through in every book

like he got turned into a monster non-consensually and said "okay i'll be the best (i.e. the most a monster could be) monster you've ever seen"

also he simply does not give up on people no matter what they do to him!!! which is a coping mechanism but it's his whole thing!!! aaah i hope they translate this well on screen

yes he's a bit insufferable and does dumb shit some times (maybe a few more times) but what book or show character didn't?

anyways i love him your honour and i need tvl to be perfectly adapted or i'll be writing a strongly worded email to rolin jones (jk)

[wings-of-ink]

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to pop in and say hey and give some updates. They're all very mild, but I feel like I've been quiet lately so I wanted to pop something out here for you so you get a feel for where I'm headed.

I have some asks that have piled up and I will be chipping away at them here and there. I had a weird week that I am recovering from, and my mind has been super unfocused lately. I'm doing better now, but had a bout with a few days of insomnia and anxiety. I am already a sleepy-sad mess in the winter, so this does me no favors. I'm popping in when I have some bursts of energy. Your asks and comments have made me smile, think, and get pumped for the days to come though, so I thank you for that. ^_^

Even though my energy is down, I am still finding enjoyment in working on some of the extras! Even if I can only work in short bursts, it's helped me find some respite. I have worked out a short-form character creation for the Cursed Birthday extra. I also have that outlined. My goal is to have that released by the end of this month!

I still plan on opening a Patreon soon, but I have kept putting it on the back burner as I focus on just making it through this time of year, lol. I am just so stupid-tired most of the evening when I have free time and am very over it. In future years, I'll be working ahead during the other seasons and then take a solid block of time between December and January off. I vote that we hibernate.

Before I open up Patreon, I want to have some work banked up and ready to go. Part of the benefits will be voting on what you want to read, but I need to have some basis to go off of for that and content to put out in between. I'll post some teasers and samples so you can see if the extras I have in store will tickle your fancy. I have a running list of both SFW and NSFW extras I'd like to write. Someone asked me earlier to spill (leak) some of my tea on these, so I will happily share a few things I have cooking in my noggin.

Regular (mild) Extras: * A series of stories about being "snowed in" with each of the ROs and how they spend the day with MC. * Each RO will get character-specific stories, featuring cute and romantic moments for things like Zahn's birthday or baking cakes with Oswin.

Spicy Extras: * A series of tales that are erotic dreams that the MC has while traveling with the group. Anything can happen here. * Each RO will have stories featuring spicy content relative to their character's desires. For example, in the first month of Patreon, Oswin will be featured in the spicy tier. The story is titled, "Honey," and is interactive. You can use your imagination. (shout out to the anon who already read my mind and called me on this, lol)

**Addendum** I remember what else I was going to include here so I'm editing. I have some corrections (typos and grammar and such) and a patch for Zahn's moment in Chapter 5 to put through but I cannot get the itch "Butler" application to work on my laptop still. I can't patch without breaking saves all over again. I am trying to find another computer I can do this on so I don't break saves just for a patch.

I think those were the main bits I wanted to touch on (hell if I actually remember, lol). I am recovering from my weird week and am happy it's the weekend. My new kitties are doing fabulous as well. They are very cute and keep me on my toes. Oh, and Arlo knows how to open doors, so there's that. Miles, who was very shy at first, has become a sweet little socialite too.

Arlo just looks grumpy, but he is an absolute ham.

Miles likes to lay with his feets dangling.

[lyrakanefanatic]

so i think lyra and grayson won’t end up together at all. their relationship is wayy to predictable it just won’t happen. Rohan and Savannah definitely won’t either due to the betrayal Rohan is planning later..but you see in the grayson family they have a thing for latinas (it’s a genetics thing) so savannahs gonna go for lyra, and they will connect perfectly because well they can both relate on their dads dying from the hawthorne family (avery’s basically apart of the hawthorne family). okay and the. grayson going to probably walk in on them making out so he is gonna go for savannah’s man rohan, and that’s not only gonna make savannah jealous but also jameson. jameson is going to be so annoyed and he is going to have revenge sex with brady to get rohan back for cheating on him. rohan will be INSANELY jealous and agree to a foursome between him, grayson, jameson,and brady and will decide who’s the best. he then will choose brady and leave jameson and grayson. I know it’s a long theory but personally i feel like this is the route this story is going if you don’t believe me just look at the interacations between the characters, it’s quite evident. quite a stretch of a theory if i do say so myself but well i know i’m right so why bother defending it. let me know your thoughts! x

okay so ur 100% right and anyone with a different opinion is wrong!! 🥰🥰

although i personally think that in the end rohan will choose jameson, as dear old jamies his one true love and brady (TRAITOR TO MY BABY GIGI 🤮) could never compare. (he is fineee tho 🥰😜)

i wonder how jameson and grayson will recover from this love square (??? idk what else to call it foursome idk LOL), and if their brotherhood will ever be the same 😔😔. but then again they had a foursome so idk if we can rlly call them brothers anymore??? grayson and jameson wtf i guess blood isn’t the only thing you two are sharing

thank you anon for gracing me with ur theory, and if ur reading this and disagree…… don’t. 🥰😊😇

also can rohson make a comeback please. im not done shipping rohan and jameson yet.

[project-lumen]

Stray Concepts By Us Crazies LOL

Hi-hey-hello, my Lumenfolk! (thats what im calling you sillies now) (PLEASE DONT JUDGE ME FOR THAT,,)

So just for any missing context of any sort, I copy pasted some scraps of notes about LUMEN :D idk I just felt like it. Warning it might be a lot of scrolling so umm beware!!

If I remember to do so, this MIGHT be updated!!!!!

CHAPTER NAMES:

CH 0: The Watchers' Apprentice

CH I: Curse Of The Desert

CH II: A Tale Of The Honorable

CH III: Wicked Witch Of The Moon

CH IV: Ticking Whispers

CH V: A Rather Lonely Sunflower

THE LOST PAGES: April Is For Apocalypse

CH VII: Of Cards and Cars

CHAPTER ∞: Our Will Be Done

Chapter 0 is an introduction to the main plot, as WC is really excited to see how the Life Series goes. Chapter ∞ is the very end.

Both take place in the Watcher Realm

Throughout all of Chapter 1 (AKA Third Life), the player solely plays as Grian. At the rare times in which he sleeps/is alone, the Watcher Child visits Grian, only confusing him further ("Get out of my head, please!")

After Grian jumps from the cliffside at the end of Third Life, the WC joins the Watchers again. At first, it seems like they're cheering that Grian won and that the Life Series were a success. But at the end of Chapter 1, after the celebrations, it is revealed that the WC doesn't approve of the Life Series as much as before Third Life.

The WC vowed to make sure the player they chose from their tarot cards would win. They plucked another card from the pile�� "THE STAR".

Chapter 5, Secret Life, has the most Watchers moderating and controlling it because of what happened in April (The Lost Pages---Real Life's Malfunction)

Chapter 6, Wild Life, will be the LEAST controlled by the Watchers. This will be because of one of the two undecided reasons:

Option A: The Lifers (aka mainly Grian) broke the system and caused the Watcher Realm to malfunction

Option B: Same as Option A, but it was the Watcher Child who did it.

You can change the background plot as Watcher Child; for example, in Double Life, maybe Watcher Child causes Scar to realize that he's literally being cheated on and he goes to join the Broken Hearts Club!

The Watchers have many forms, but two that stand out are specifically:

Creature Form:

The Watcher takes up the form of a humanish creature, but it still looks alien. It has no face. The watchers' talking sprites will be represented via Eyes.

They will be differentiated by the shape/form of those eyes.

Pure Form:

Lovecraftian Cryptid. Never goes well for mortal eyes.

If you see it, you will probably go blind.

REAL LIFE'S PROMINENCE EXPLAINED:

Real Life would be a "failed experiment" of the watchers, hidden to the world and erased from all the memories of the lifers---all except Cleo.

See, while you're playing through the game, it'll be a free roam world whenever you're in the middle of a quest which requires you to go somewhere. Hidden (but also more out in the open) around the Secret Life map will be these torn out papers from an unnamed Watcher's journal, who was documenting how Real Life went. So the player is aware that these papers exist, the first one will be given to you, and you'll have a side quest to find the rest.

Once you collect all the papers, you go on to complete Secret Life (as Scar, since the Watcher Child is watching from his perspective, like how they do with all the other winners). When Secret Life is over, you'll be notified of an option in the MENU to play Real Life, aka The Lost Chapter. Real Life will have an old timey, brown worn down filter to it, as you will be playing through Cleo's Memory---the only other live proof that Real Life exists.

The reason that A. these papers are torn out from a journal and B. only Cleo remembers Real Life is because remember, Real Life was a failed experiment. (Remember how Real Life really only lasted one episode? That's why it was failed---it wasn't prolonged, and to the Watchers, it wasn't very entertaining, either)

The Watchers thought that the failure of Real Life was a clear weakness to their everlasting power, so they simply got all of the Lifers and removed their memories... but before they could end the series, Cleo had already won. The main and number one rule in The Life Series of Experiments (I literally just made that name up on the spot) is that all winners, no matter what, will remember the series they won. So they forgot that they couldn't erase Cleo's memory.

So, Cleo is not bound to the Watchers like the other Lifers are. And thus, she remembers.

[bambisworlds]

there's a man in the woods PREQUEL

when bambi accepted her bond with rhysand, a mating frenzy ensued (2,431 word count).

content warnings, mdni 18+

f!reader, bambi!oc, mate!rhysand, possessive!rhysand, oral (f. receiving), slight wing play, p in v, unprotected sex, rhysand is pussy drunk and obsessed with bambi, some primal mate stuff, this is basically what i wanted to happen in ACOMAF lol, let me know if i forgot anything x

my masterlist (the other parts to the fic this is based on is on here)

There was something oddly empowering about seeing the most powerful High Lord in existence with his face between your legs. There was little in Pyrinthian that could ever bring Rhysand to his knees voluntarily, but Bambi could bring him to his knees whenever she desired. She could ask him to kneel for no apparent reason and he’d do it instantly. 

When Bambi offered him a freshly baked cupcake, accepting Rhysand as her mate, he ate it without hesitation. He practically inhaled the dessert, hardly taking the time to chew it. It could’ve been a moldy, rotting piece of food and he still would’ve eaten it without hesitation. He wanted Bambi, he would do anything to be hers. Hell, he’d eat a dead rat if she’d asked. He wouldn’t have cared.

Bambi moaned shakily as she looked down at Rhysand who was kneeling between her legs with his mouth working feverishly on her cunt. The tray of remaining cupcakes was forgotten on the dining table, the only dessert he wanted to taste was Bambi, who could barely stay on her feet. It was as if Rhysand miraculously knew exactly how she liked to be eaten out and all the sensitive places on her body, or maybe that was a perk of being mates. Perhaps your bodies just responded to each other perfectly because your bodies were created to appease the other.

Rhysand’s hair was a mess, strands falling in front of his eyes as he ate her out with fervor, her leg tossed over his shoulder and her panties resting beside him on the floor that he had ripped off of her with a snarl mere moments ago. He felt high, utterly drugged off the taste and smell of Bambi. His mate. His. Mate. She was addictive, perfect, beautiful, transcendent, and overall very tasty. The finest ambrosia. If he was told tomorrow his only source of sustenance to keep him alive was Bambi’s arousal he’d be happy as a lark. At least then he’d have an excuse to have his mouth between her legs three times a day. He wasn't sure if he could ever be out of arm's reach of Bambi again if he was honest.

"Oh Gods!" Bambi squeaked as Rhysand's tongue managed to find her g-spot and her legs gave out. Rhysand didn't miss a beat, backing her up so her lower back was pressed against the cupboards and he lifted her other leg over his shoulder. His hands cupped her bottom, keeping her positioned against his mouth. Bambi was taken aback by his ability to hold her up so effortlessly, but between his immense power and the mating frenzy beginning to wash over him, she supposed she shouldn't be shocked, "R-Rhys," Bambi tried to speak as she began to slip. Rhysand pulled his head back from between her thighs, his hair mussed and chin covered in her slick as he lifted her up and onto the counter.

He hadn't spoken a word since he accepted the cupcake. He had simply launched towards her, kissed her as if she was his only source of oxygen, and somehow ended up with his tongue inside her pussy. 

Bambi looked down at him, panting heavily, as he lifted a finger and traced it through her slit. His pupils were blown, his purple eyes now nearly pitch black as he watched his finger move through the crevices of her pussy, "Rhys?" Bambi spoke breathily, as she looked down at him. His eyes finally lifted up to her face, the eyes that had looked so beautifully purple moments ago were now dark and hungry. Frenzied. For a moment she wondered if she had somehow accidentally poisoned Rhysand with the cupcake and he'd gone insane, but Azriel had once explained the mating frenzy to her before. So this must be it.

Rhysand had been so cheerful and lighthearted, happily assisting her in baking the cupcakes, but he hadn't known she had made them with the intent of accepting him as her mate. The easy smile on his face as he mixed the batter together had made her stomach flutter, now her stomach was doing wild backflips and somersaults as she looked at him.

"Yes, love?" Rhysand smirks as he looks up at her, pressing a hot open-mouthed kiss to her clit, making a show of suckling on the pearl. The look on his face made a shiver run down her spine, that and the purposeful graze of his canines against her sensitive folds.

"You... you look..." she murmurs breathlessly.

"In love?" he guesses, that damned smirk returning to his face as he placed another kiss on her clit.

"No, I don't..." she could hardly form words as she looked at him. He was so beautiful. She had always found him unmistakably attractive before, but now that the mating bond was accepted between both of them, he looked angelic to her and borderline ethereal. He was so. Fucking. Perfect.

"You don't have to think, or speak," Rhysand says huskily as he slowly rises to his feet. He rests both hands on the countertop beside her hips, his nose now nearly bumping against hers. Rhysand practically purred, his eyes fluttering shut as he nuzzled his nose against hers before leaning back only enough to meet her eyes, "My mate never has to lift a finger. Especially when I make love to her." Bambi exhaled shakily, feeling more slick seep out of her, and Rhysand smiled devilishly as if he could smell the new wave of arousal. Which he likely could. She once found Rhysand extremely intimidating, and not in a good way, but the way he currently had her caged in on the counter made her pussy throb.

Rhysand leaned even closer until his breath fanned against her ear, "I can smell you," he purred into her ear. She could hear the smile in his voice, "The second I step into this townhouse all I can smell is you," he groans, nuzzling his face against her neck, "And I love it."

"Mor always says she can smell you on me. The three of you," Bambi says with a tremor in her voice, unable to keep her tone steady from Rhysand's overwhelming presence, "She says it's annoying."

"It's not annoying," Rhysand practically moans, pressing himself firmly against her so the obvious bulge in his trousers pressed against her core, "You're gonna smell like me forever now," Rhysand pulls back so his nose nudges against hers, "I'm gonna fuck you for weeks straight and all you'll smell is me," he says lowly and an involuntary squeak escapes Bambi.

Cauldron save me, this is the most attractive man I've ever met. She thinks, and Rhysand smirks down at her.

Why thank you, little one. Rhysand answers back in her head and Bambi's cheeks turn deep red. She pressed her face against his chest, hiding the embarrassed flush painting her cheeks, causing Rhysand to groan. Any proximity to Bambi right now was enough to make him finish in his pants. But no, he needed to finish inside her. His precious little mate.

It seemed the frenzy was beginning to affect Bambi too as her hands snaked up to grip the front of his tunic and she nuzzled her nose against his neck to breathe in his scent with a submissive whimper. Rhysand sighed shakily, his eyes rolling back from the sound she made as a nearly ridiculous amount of precum leaked onto his briefs. 

“Darling…” Rhysand mutters, his hand resting on her lower back as she snuggles against him with another little whimper. A blissful smile tugged at Rhysand’s lip with a disbelieving chuckle, he wanted this since the moment he met her. He wanted her to want him, truly want him. He wanted her to be dependent on him and needy. He wanted this sweet little angel to be utterly desperate for him. He didn’t want to be alone in his struggle, his cravings, “Hold on for a moment, sweetheart,” Rhysand soothed as he began to unbutton his tunic. 

Bambi's eyes had begun to well with tears of desperation, her body screaming at her to be one with her mate. To have his seed inside her. Bambi’s lips parted with a breath of admiration as she smoothed her hands over his chest and abdomen, her pupils now blown out as well. It made Rhysand’s smile grow. She was always so shy, which he always found adorable, but she was even more adorable like this. All wide-eyed and horny. 

Bambi was so distracted by the tattoos spanning across Rhysand’s chest she hardly noticed his wings appearing behind him. She made a sound of surprise as she finally noticed his large wings draping down his back. He only showed her his wings once. She practically cooed in delight, reaching out to caress his left wing and Rhysand inhaled sharply, his hand gripping the countertop so tightly it cracked. 

“Darling… save the wing play for when I’m inside you,” Rhysand gritted out as he lifted Bambi up and her legs wrapped around his waist. She nuzzled her nose against his neck with a contented purr as he carried her to his bedroom.

“You smell good,” she hums happily and it brings a grin to Rhysand’s face. He liked seeing her like this, relaxed, affectionate, and needy. He always wanted her to be needy for him. He never considered himself a needy lover before, but he found himself bending over backward just to get Bambi to look at him or smile at him. He craved her attention and touch above all else.

Rhysand passed Cassian in the hallway, whose eyes immediately went dark as he smelled Bambi's arousal. None of them had fucked her yet, they were taking things slowly until she was sure she wanted to theirs. So, even a whiff of Bambi's slick was enough to make Cassian's mouth water. Rhysand snarled at him with a growl, quickly carrying her into his room and kicking the door shut behind him. Cassian reigned himself in, knowing he'd have his chance with Bambi eventually.

Rhysand laid Bambi down on his bed and he immediately followed, hovering over her with his wings flared protectively as if he was keeping her safe from Cassian's possible advances. Rhysand could feel the delirium washing over him, that animalistic desire to keep all other males away from Bambi, even Cassian, and Azriel. He couldn't think rationally, his mind wouldn't accept the knowledge that they were her mates as well, right now at this moment Bambi was only his.

Bambi made that adorable whimper again and it nearly brought Rhysand to his knees, his wings twitching in a mix of arousal and affection. His breathing was ragged, the scent of her surrounding him completely as he began to unbutton her top with trembling hands. As he pushed open the blouse, one that Mor had gifted her, he groaned lowly and his cock twitched in his pants. He had never seen her fully naked before, not before today anyway.

"My beautiful, perfect mate," Rhysand drug out the words as he spoke before leaving a trail of reverent kisses across her breasts. He kissed lower, nuzzling his nose against her soft stomach and his wings twitched again happily. He had never felt so complete. All he would ever need was her. As Bambi's fingers tangled in his hair he was brought back to his senses, his mate needed him. Needed his cock. And he'd never deny her. Rhysand hastily reached down to undo his trousers, pushing them down along with his briefs before crawling over her.

Bambi gasped softly as his cock rested between her folds, she couldn't help herself and looked down. Maybe she was biased since he was her mate, but he had a perfect cock. The perfect mix of girth and length. Bambi shivered in anticipation as Rhysand began to leave open-mouthed kisses on her neck, his large body hovering over her like a human shield as his wings flared behind him.

When Rhysand finally sunk into her, Bambi's hearing went out, as if her whole world narrowed down to the feeling of him inside her. The strangled gasp that escaped Rhysand drew her attention. He was blinking rapidly, his chest heaving and wings twitching wildly. A ragged moan escaped him and he nearly collapsed on top of her, all the strength in his body diminishing as he weakly held himself up. Bambi was too far gone to ask if he was okay, her eyes fluttering shut. But then something snapped, all the muscles in Rhysand's arms and back coiled and he inhaled deeply.

When Bambi opened her eyes again, Rhysand's wings were taut in almost a defensive position you'd hold in battle. All of his strength returned to him and he growled lowly against his neck. The frenzy.

Before she could comprehend what was happening Rhysand had Bambi pressed hard into the mattress with his body, pounding into her like he would die if he didn't keep his cock stuffed all the way inside her. The force of his thrusts shook the bed, and her body bounced up the mattress. And Cauldron did she love it.

"Oh Gods…" Bambi muttered breathlessly, her eyes rolling back and hands clawing at his sides. If this is what it felt like to have sex with your mate, she'd become an addict. It felt heavenly as if their bodies were designed to complement each other perfectly. He filled her in a way that made her drool and babble utter nonsense.

Rhysand's face was buried in the crook of her neck. The sounds coming from him were desperate and completely unrestrained, two things Rhysand had never been. He was always put together and in control, yet here he was making equal sounds of whimpering and growling as he fucked her. It was clear it felt just as heavenly to him as it did to her. His grip on the sheets on either side of her head was so strong his fingers had dug into the mattress.

It seemed to go on endlessly, yet Bambi kept wanting more. Rhysand showed no sign of stopping, even as the legs on the bed snapped and they went tumbling to the floor. Rhysand's hands snaked beneath Bambi's head protectively in a flash before they hit the ground and he kept fucking her as if nothing had happened. His wings flared, protecting her from anything that might fall. Even as the bed posts fell he kept thrusting into her, grunting and moaning unabashedly. He didn't stop for hours.

if you have any requests including the people on my masterlist please comment them below any of my posts or in my submissions!! (check here: about my blog  to see what things i'm not comfortable with in regards to requests <3)

[thewistlingbadger]

I'm annoyed that the many issues with canon Timebomb due to the rushed way the show handled the pairing have started to seep into the fanfic sphere too - namely, Jinx's mental illness being downplayed, Ekko having no personality, relationships or individual motivations outside of his relationship with Jinx and the Firelights being non-existent.

It's got to the point I actively seek out fics published between S1 and S2 over newer ones. They are more likely to nail Jinx and Ekko's characterisation and their dynamic where even the show's writers couldn't.

As someone who doesn't ship timebomb I completely understand your take and it is VALID. Timebomb as a concept is very interesting because theoretically you have these two childhood friends that lost each other only to be reunited later in life as enemies on opposing sides. That is some really compelling groundwork for a romantic relationship! However, the show doesn't really do anything to actually frame them like this. We rarely get to see Jinx and Ekko interact in the whole show, let alone exchange any dialogue with each other.

The timebomb "content" in season two feels misplaced and undeserved because it IS. The only time we've seen these two actually together in a meaningful way in s1 is their fight one the bridge. That fight made it clear that these two have a history that the audience isn't privy to and this one scene is the entire foundation for arcane! timebomb. Ekko has an entire episode in season two that is NOT dedicated to expanding his character, NOT dedicating to elaborating on his relationship with Jinx, but an episode that is dedicated to exploring an alternative reality where Jinx grew up to be a different person. We spend all this time with Ekko and Powder and then the show acts like their dynamic is somehow transferable to Ekko and Jinx by showing us that somehow when Ekko went back to Jinx he was able to reconcile with her and save her life and get her to fight one last time.

To me this makes no sense because episode 7 really didn't show us anything illuminating about Ekko or his relationship with Jinx. It didn't explain what happened between them, or why Ekko would have romantic feelings for Jinx. We go the whole show without ever actually getting any context as to what happened between them, so the nature of their relationship is truly a mystery. Ekko doesn't go through any major development in that episode, he stays consistent throughout the whole time. Ekko in general is unfortunately a character that goes unexplored throughout the whole show. We don't know much about who he is as a character and his goals, motivations, or reasonings. This same issue occurs with The Firelights. We know they're a group of rebels, but what do they ACTUALLY want and what are their plans to achieve their goals?

Ultimately it was decided that none of this mattered because instead of using the groundwork laid out in season one, season two only had one thing in mind: their end goal. And that end goal consisted largely of fan service, which is why we got a timebomb kiss. Not because it added to Jinx and Ekko's story (the kiss wasn't even between Jinx and Ekko lol) but because the ship is popular and they knew a kiss would make fans happy. A large part of the fandom is very happy with the fan service they received in this season and now they are, predictably, running wild with it. Timebomb has become even more popular than it already was and most of the content is very sweet in nature. I'm glad that shippers are fed and enjoying themselves. However, I cannot look past how the adoration for the ship has made people turn a blind eye to what was established prior to season two. The Firelights are important to Ekko, and Jinx killed many of them over the span of several years. Jinx was born with mental illness and her illness impacted her everyday life. Ekko and Jinx seemingly have a complex history that needs to be unpacked before they can even ATTEMPT to be on good terms again. The last time we saw Ekko and Jinx in s1 they LITERALLY tried to kill each other! This is a relationship that deserves and NEEDS time to be understood.

As for Jinx's mental illness being downplayed? 100% true. In season one Jinx's mental health was vital to the story the writers were trying to tell. They didn't want Jinx to seem like a manic, Joker-type character. They wanted her to be someone the audience would simultaneously pity and fear. But in season two, the end goal was to have Jinx reconcile with Vi and be a hero. To the people behind season two, this wasn't possible without stripping Jinx of everything that made her a fan favorite. Season one was all about rejecting the past and embracing who you truly are and what you've become. Jinx's final action in season one is sitting in the Jinx chair, proclaiming she has changed, and then nuking topside. But in season two, Jinx answers to the name Powder and says "Jinx is dead." In season two, Jinx becomes completely pacified and is no longer a murderous criminal who struggles with daily hallucinations. The erasure of her mental illness and identity has led fans to come to the conclusion that she was never really "that messed up" to begin with, all her problems were because of Silco and now that Silco's gone, she's better. This view is incorrect because we see Jinx have meltdown before she even meets Silco AND arguably Jinx reverting back to Powder isn't inherently a good thing. Powder isn't inherently the "better" version of Jinx. The fact that she even reverts at all goes completely against the message of season one and Silco's dying words, "Don't cry. You're perfect."

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further answers to questions 16-27 below~ 💀💚🏹

16. What do they find most physically attractive about the other? Emmrich loves how big and soft and solid Caul is, and he has a huge soft spot for his nose and beard! Also his clever tinkerer's hands, especially when ink-stained :3 For Caul's side, he could watch Emmrich gesture with his hands all day, he fucking loves them and how elegant they are! He also loves the little creases next to his eyes, his eyes themselves, and especially his arse. Less poetic, that one, but very very true lol.

17. What do they find the most attractive about each other's personalities? Emmrich loves how Caul is honest, blunt and no-nonsense. His clarity of sight and how sharp he is; he finds it extremely refreshing. He's also incredibly soft for Caul's poetic soul, how he can find beauty in the smallest thing. Caul loves Emmrich's eloquence, his endless curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and how unbelievably kind he is.

18. What are some things that remind them of each other? Any time Emmrich smells gaatlok, he thinks of Caul. Any time he catches sight of the pure, fresh morning blue sky he thinks of Caul's eye; the deepest darkness of the Necropolis reminds him of Caul's void-eye. Gold reminds Caul of Emmrich, which is a bit of an obvious one! Also the scent of moss and skin-warmed leather; ink and the smell of books.

19. Does either of them have any form of non-verbal communication that the other is aware of? Oh yes, Caul's ears are extremely emotive and he can't always control their reactions - Emmrich picks up on this very quickly, though he's far too polite to call attention to it of course (also he thinks it's exceptionally cute). Later on, once Emmrich's seen Caul's tail, he also begins to pick up on how that moves with Caul's body language too.

20. What are some ways they behave differently around the other? Caul loses a little of his sharp edge, his aggression softens and he's less on guard - especially after Emmrich's finally seen his leg, seen all of him. It's like night and day to watch him with Emmrich and with others (outside of the Lighthouse crew ofc). Emmrich has a tendency to get distracted looking at Caul, especially if he's working on his guns, reading or writing. He also subconsciously leans towards him, and he can't stop himself from touching Caul's arm to help him up some stairs, or opening doors for him; just little physical touches and gestures all the time.

21. Who is more physically affectionate? In what way do they tend to show that affection? They're both as bad as each other! They often walk arm in arm together, Caul loves to wrap his arm around Emmrich's waist or press his hand to his lower back; Emmrich will hold Caul's hand, and find any excuse to be touching him. And they're both terrible for snatching kisses! Oh, Emmrich and Rook are lagging behind? Don't bother going to find them, they'll be in a doorway somewhere like teenagers. Disgusting.

22. How often do they argue? Who is usually more ready to compromise? Caul is incredibly stubborn and self-sufficient around his disability and when he's in pain, he becomes argumentative and prickly-sharp. In the beginning, Emmrich was likely to be overbearing with trying to look after him, and they had a little argument about it, but after that (and The Argument...) honestly they don't really tend to argue so much. They're kinda on the same wavelength, but for compromise it will often be Emmrich.

23. Who is more likely to become jealous? Do they act on it, or keep it to themselves? Caul, by a long shot unfortunately, and he's likely to make very pointed comments about it, tail lashing and ears like cat helicopter ears. But the Dead-Eye has a hell of a reputation, so honestly it doesn't happen often lol. No one wants to meet their end at an impossible distance in the night.

24. Who is more likely to protect the other when there is danger? Caul again, but only just! He's incredibly protective and will push himself too hard to make sure Emmrich doesn't get hurt. On the flip side, Emmrich always has one eye out for Caul and a restoration spell on the tip of his tongue, and will use his nastiest offensive spells if he sees Caul in danger.

25. Was there ever a moment where one side was weak and the other had to be strong for both? After Caul returned from the Fade, he was bowed by so much grief for Varric and Harding, and surviving that place left him wracked with pain. Emmrich is his rock in that time, knowing how to help him finally come to terms with the unknown grief for Varric, and the fresh, bleeding grief for Harding. He also helps Caul see that he can still continue with their mission, that he's not still stuck in the Fade and that he's real, that their relationship is real.

26. If they were to buy a gift for each other what would that gift be? They're both quite big gift givers as mentioned further up, but Caul buys Emmrich a beautiful, fine golden net of body jewellery to wear as one of his, accented with emeralds. He puts it on Emmrich and then gets to watch as Emmrich rides his cock >:3 Emmrich buys Caul a beautiful blank notebook for his poetry, and an enchanted pen to match, one with ink that flows constantly and never needs filling.

27. What would they consider to be an ideal date? A stately walk among some beautiful nature followed by a delicious meal and then curling up together in front of the fire to read with a very good glass of wine. And then finishing the evening off with a long, slow fuck of course.

Cos I've been doing this over on bsky and I wanna have it archived~

Questions 1-8 answered below!

They met during the first scene where you recruit Emmrich! Because Caul is a Crow, he's never had opportunity to meet him before, and none of his contracts took him to Nevarra

Caul's first impression was "oh the skull thing is cool" and, internally, "thank the gods, someone who's my age" lol. Underneath that he was attracted, and that increased when he saw Emmrich working his magic round the Necropolis during that first quest. Necromancy intrigues him! On Emmrich's side, he was surprised that this imposing, solid and quite dour Qunari needed his help, but delighted to find someone who showed an interest in his work and a respect for the dead, despite his career as a Crow. The good looks helped, and he found himself needing to know more!

Caul realised when he caught himself watching Emmrich one too many times, and then it was cemented when his thoughts turned to poetry around him. Their casual, fun flirtation was just that until Emmrich's kindness just seeped into his soul and didn't let go, and he realised he was Serious. Took him a while, but not as long as Emmrich, who thought that their flirtations were just that - fun between colleagues, nothing more. He realised the terrifying depths of his feelings after one battle where Caul got properly injured then finally relented and let Emmrich use healing magic. During which time, Caul also lets his guard down enough to let him finally see his scars - mostly his leg - which he keeps hidden. Relieved that Caul wasn't going to die and overcome with emotion at the trust he's showing, Emmrich admits to himself that his feelings are real. And scary......

The first move went as the game - Emmrich turned on the charm & kissed Caul within an inch of his life against that beautiful statue of the eternal lovers. It went very smoothly, Caul was already smitten & their tension was insane by that point - if Emmrich hadn't made the move, Caul would have!

Oops I answered this in #4 by mistake fkcmck I'm gonna skip ahead!

They were very handsy and physical before they finally fucked properly! The first sexual contact was Caul giving into his post-battle adrenaline high and sucking Emmrich silly, Emmrich sat on his desk and Caul in his chair just completely going to town and not stopping even after Emmrich came. For full sex it'd been building for a long time, but they never had time or the right moment. Emmrich finally sent everyone else on errands with strict instructions to not bother them, then fucked Caul gentle and slow in his huge comfy bed with scented candles and flower petals everywhere 💚

Their first date was as in game, Emmrich laying on a beautiful meal and wining & dining Caul with the full weight of his charm. Caul brought him flowers & a beautiful Antivan-made knife for ceremonial use & quite flustered Emmrich for a moment, then they kissed for like two hours in the moonlight.

Caul, without a doubt. Emmrich can't bring himself to admit it, let alone speak it out loud - he's afraid of the depth of his feeling, of what feels like an insurmountable gap between them (a Crow & a Watcher, who are they trying to fool?) & he's especially afraid of his mortality. Caul's a romantic type as is Emmrich, but he expresses it through his poetry & he'd given Emmrich enough of it by then to make his feelings clear, but he'd also never really said it outright until The Argument & even then it's only to accuse Emmrich of being scared to admit it. When he returns from the Fade prison, when they're alone in the Necropolis, he tells Emmrich just how much he loves him when they kiss, and continues to tell him while they fuck in the sarcophagus until Emmrich's flushed & whimpering, gazing into Caul's eyes as they make love

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Poorest Little Meow Meow - Loser's Bracket Round 9: Kenta (Pit Babe) vs Zongzheng Huaien (Meet You at the Blossom)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Kenta: Morally questionable: Kenta participated in human trafficking, attempted to murder his first love, kidnapped his brother, convinced multiple people to sabotage Babe’s car on separate occasions, killed his own father Pathetic and or pitiful: Kenta’s tits are so big because they’re full of angst. Did he enjoy any of his crimes? No, but he did them anyways because he had been groomed into a tool from a young age. Was not given the privilege to leave the house as a child. Had a tragic unfulfilled love. Physically and emotionally abused by his father repeatedly throughout the show. Cries in the bathroom when no one is looking. Referred to as a dog by multiple people. Gets on his knees and begs for his father’s forgiveness for not being evil enough, but still gets stepped on and told he was never seen as a son. Saves the heroes of the story and ends up alone and discarded at the end.

Zongzheng Huaien: This feral cat went from pushing his excitable puppy boyfriend away to nearly razing a brothel to the ground because his beloved was there. He got his poor naive boyfriend to agree to forgive him for any misdeed, then promptly knocked him out, kidnapped his adopted sister, got him and his parents arrested and nearly executed, enabled a spiteful frenemy to torture said boyfriend and hit him with a curse so devastating it is literally killing him from the inside out, then shows up wearing the jewelry he pretended to hate when it was given to him expecting to kiss and be loveydovey. He has said that he will have Xiao Bao no matter what, willing or no, and he will torch the earth otherwise. He is a beautiful idiot who was abused by the man who brought him up and never knew love; now that he has fallen ass over teakettle in love he is going to make it everyone else’s problem. I love him so much.

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summer of junior year 06/11

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the leverage team would have had a games night… once. everyone cheated so much and in such increasingly extreme ways that all mentions of monopoly are banned in their headquarters (this makes talking about marks who monopolize the market very confusing)