#but it may be brought up in the future!!!

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Plans, Updates and News!

The Future (and why that's a little scary)

Hello everyone! I hope you are all safe and well.

I wanted to make a post to keep everyone in the loop of where I'm at personally and what that means for the future of my creations, and also give an exciting update!

How about the update first! After some concerns brought to my attention via this post. I decided to change the MC's best friend (Lakota's) name. I received a lot of feedback with reassurances that it was okay to keep this as his name, but at the end of the day, I realized it still has the potential to do harm. That's not what I'm about. Even if most people feel okay with this, someone out there may genuinely not be. The name is easy to change here, and it's not something I feel comfortable trying to justify or anything like that. It hurts me and readers less to change the name than it could by not changing it.

So, I had subscribers on Patreon and Ko-fi vote on a new name! I chose a list starting with 7 names. Voters narrowed down the selection to a top 3. The first 7 were: Kuno, Thamir, Emre, Lailoken, Kalei, Avi, and Asa. After the first round of votes, we narrowed it down to: Emre, Lailoken, and Kalei.

And the winner is...

Emre!

The name will be updated in a future patch!

Up next, I'll give you a heads up on future developments. Here I'll dip into a bit of my personal life. I'm not dipping too far for my comfort zone, and I might put a few things...delicately. But I want you to know what's up and where my head is at right now and why.

So, the second IF is likely not going to happen right now - I think (more on that below). I am not writing this to "stir the pot" or create fear or debate, but it's no secret that things in the States are super not okay. This happens to be where I am. My future is feeling rather uncertain and unsteady and some days I am just scared and not just for myself and loved ones. I am not going to go into all the little details, but my time is already at a premium with working full time and my personal life, and that free time is about to get a bit more narrow in the next 6 or 7 months.

I am prioritizing God-Cursed and Subscriber benefits and have decided that now is not the time to start a second project. I would rather focus on getting GC updates out if my extra time will have more limitations.

Now, the reason I said "I think" it's not going to happen is that - frankly - I'm at risk for suddenly losing my job. Yaay, go me! Part of what I do is funded through the federal government. I'm not employed through them directly, but no money for social services means I'm out of work. If this happens though - I'll have the time for a second project! Yaay???

My partner and I have some emergency plans in place for all kinds of things that might happen be it job loss or something much worse. If this happens, I will prioritize and expand my subscriber benefits to help us survive financially until more work can be found. I am already looking for a new job since the uncertainty is...difficult.

So, if I do find myself with extra time and still employed, I will work on a short story-based IF instead where you can romance 1 character per story. It will be much easier to produce than a fully plotted game. It will likely be a subscriber-only project, but full stories should be released at once (fully interactive with optional spice of course). If I lose my job, you can expect details on a new public IF shortly after, lol.

Okay, moving on to happier things...March is like...here. And March is Duri-month on Patreon and Ko-fi! Around the middle of the month you can expect a cute extra story featuring our favorite demigod for the "Crows" tier and a spicy extra for the "Ravens" tier. I anticipate posting around the 15th or 16th.

Here's a sample!

Currently chapter 6 sits at around 15k words and the first section of it is done (just needs some editing and the like). I'm also making my way passage by passage in previous chapters to improve grammar, word choice, coding, etc....

Anyway, I think that's everything! Take care and be safe!

~Lunan ^_^

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Rin relationship headcanons bc i had a brainrot <3

A/N: i mighve mentioned some of the hc in the past but that just means im still as delulu as i was back then. pensive emoji

Warnings: none; established relationship, gender neutral reader. i mightve forgotten some stuff, so forgive me if its not as canon-compliant as id like it to be (but i tried) ;w;

Word count: 1,7k.

Rin:

At first, Rin's a bit shy of initiating physical contact; sure, he does hold your hand and hug you, but feels a teeny tiny nervous about kissing you. Reassuring him that it's perfectly fine and you don't mind it at all (or admit you don't have much experience either) gives him some hope for the future.

If you're the one to feel insecure about your (in)experience, Rin's here to embrace it and give you the same reassurance back. He reminds you that there's no need to rush and do everything with your own pace. But hey, if you wanna practice kissing, he's all ready. A bit too much ready...

While Rin may not realize it, he's ABSOLUTELY starved for your attention and physical contact, which actually is his love language. He likes to be all over you, but not in a overbearing way; he still wants to give you the space you need, but if you let him, even the lightest touch makes him happy! Even if it's barely a kiss on the cheek when both of you pass by on the True Cross hallway, a high five (seriously he doesn't gaf), or a quick hug, he'll be satisfied.

In private though, he's absolutely glued to you, as long as you let him. Rin grew to like giving you back hugs especially; while having no clear preference himself, he just really wants you to return the hug. His tail often finds itself tangling around your limbs, depending on your current activity, rarely around your waist - not often though, as it often ends up in him falling over because you're getting up from your seat and both of you forget it's there 😭

He's so, SOOOO desperate for physical contact, again, but also so cute while doing so; while hugging you from behind, he often nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving tiny butterfly kisses, and tiny kisses here and there. He closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the moment, the fact that you're here, that you're his, and that both of you managed to live through the hell that Satan brought.

Rin's sense of smell is definitely more sensitive and stronger than any ordinary human - perfumes more often than not irritate his poor nose, so he actually prefers your natural smell (and so does Demon!Rin - but we'll get to that...). Not only having you close makes him safer, but once his body starts remembering your smell, he's able to somewhat locate you or at least, know that you're somewhere in the area, even if he can't see you.

Rin's very supportive when it comes to your hobbies and takes them very seriously! He doesn't care if they're cringe, he'll save money for months to make sure he gets you something you like! Especially plushies or small trinkets, he notices them the most. No matter how much you worry about him potentially laughing at them, more often than not you find him snuggling with them in his bed. Rin also gives them their own space, so you can find them quickly if you want to take them home.

*imagining Rin hugging a huge cinnamoroll plushie. We'll be back shortly*

Much to Rin's surprise, Yukio finds himself starting to like some characters himself, giving you the perfect opportunity to have a bestie to talk with. (You can't convince me Yukio's favorite sanrio character isn't Keroppi. PS: Rin's favorite is Little Twin Stars, because they remind him of himself and Yukio.)

While Rin does enjoy going out for dates, he also doesn't mind staying home and doing.. well, nothing. He's content just laying on top of you and having you play with his hair - he lets out soft whimpers once in a while to let you know he isn't sleeping (yet). Usually, he also has your hands intertwined and rubs his thumb up and down soothingly on your skin.

If you want to learn how to cook, he's so, so understanding about it. He doesn't care if you burn meat to the ground 17 times, he'll explain it to you again. I mean, Mephisto's paying, so.. either way, he'll always be supportive of that part of you and willing to be the taste tester! Sometimes he writes down your favorite recipes, so when he's away, you're able to make your meals by yourself!

His notes always have some sort of kissing emojis (Meph cannot deny the influence anymore):

"good luck cooking, babe! (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)"

"make sure to leave some for me (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥",

"don't add too much salt, it's not healthy!! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)"

If you wanna try skincare on him, he's all in! In fact, Rin has no clue about any of it, he's probably washing his face with just water - but good God, when you start washing his face with that fluffy brush, putting some masks on and massaging his face (or at least trying, he'll appreciate it too), while he has his head on your lap - he starts to drift off to heaven, probably.

Rin looks like young God next morning, sparkles around his face and all - Renzou teases him about it, until he pokes his cheek - and then immediately pestering Izumo to do the same for him (she almost slaps him with a book) 😭

Oh, he's ONE MILLION PERCENT catching feelings for you if you're his childhood friend. Especially if you weren't afraid of him in the past, that's a given. You're Rin's first ever crush, then some time passes.. and he becomes unsure of his feelings, thinking you'd be happier with Yukio anyway, I mean, he's smarter anyways, right? That's what causes him drift away from you and yes, he becomes infatuated with Shiemi, and then you come back at his ass again, and he realizes his heart never moved on from you. He does feel guilty confusing both Shiemi and you, but he just knows. Rin knows it's you. Once he feels you in his embrace after a particularly tough battle, he knows he has his whole world in his arms and confesses to you shortly after. (why do i wanna write a longer piece about this.,,,)

Rin loves, loooves when you cradle his face. He nuzzles into your arms and places his own hand against yours, but his eyes get that soft look that has you almost tearing up because of how genuine his happiness is.

He tends to forget about his tiny horns, so beware. He'll be fine with teasing, but only asks you to not put clothes hangers if they ever grow.

If Rin ever overhears you praising him or just talking about him in a good light to your friends, he's about to start crying - poor baby, his heart almost bursts. He's painfully aware most people are wary of him because of who he is or in fear of getting hurt, but hearing you defending him or gushing about him to others is possibly the most heartwrenching thing that day. This is probably one of the memories he'll never forget.

His body is so warm, even without the flames. Rin's down for cuddling anytime, but during winter, you don't even need any other kind of heating besides Rin. He pushes you against his chest when you sit in between his legs, takes your hands in his and either has his head on your shoulder while you watch a movie, or pepper your cheeks or temples in kisses.

Run away from him when it's summer tho 😭

Encouraging Rin to let Demon!Rin out once in a while leaves Rin a bit confused. At first, yeah, maybe, MAYBE if the demon part of him behaves well, he might, but what if he causes rampage? By the end of the day Rin agrees, but at first - just around you. Demon!Rin on the other hand, is a delightful nuisance - he does recognize you, but since he hasn't claimed you as his mate yet, he appears to be slightly more distant.

Actually, you have to teach him basic human behaviors - no, Rin, you can't throw a table at someone who "looked in a bad way" at you. No, Rin, you can't jump through the alleys in stores instead of walking. Some of those are so basic it's funny, but it's better than convincing him to not kill the cashier, because they had no change 😭

As you can expect, Demon!Rin is extremely possessive of you. He doesn't like anybody near you, especially at the beginning, when he's figuring out who's acceptable for him. Has probably bit Shima's head at least once. Attempted to do the same for Bon, but he slapped him with a verse. The worst out of all is Amaimon, whose new fun is riling Rin up by pretending to flirt with you, only to cause a fight between them and get almost burned to a crisp 😭 Mephisto's intervened once, only to learn Amaimon's asking for it every time, so now he cheers for Rin instead. That doesn't help, but you have free popcorn every time... I guess.

Demon!Rin appears to enjoy slightly different traits in his significant other, than the human one. He's fond of sarcasm (human!Rin doesn't mind, but he just doesn't say it back lol), he likes when you challenge him and stand your ground. Likewise, he also provokes you too, trying to find your limit - it's harmless though, he literally just wants to get on your nerves for no reason, lol.

His behavior as time goes on does get better and he's able to somewhat exists with human!Rin in peace. Usually, the demonic side lets him do most of the work and comes out when he's bored or misses his mate.

Speaking of mating, demon!Rin is definitely marking you. The bite is somewhere between your shoulder and neck, it's.. almost like a permanent bruise, because well, it's his first time. Mephisto eyes it in curiously, commenting how messy it is and then giving him subtle tips on how to do it properly. Rin just leaves the room 🚪🚶‍♀️

Poor human!Rin freaks the f out when he sees the bruise for the first time, cuz like WHAT IS THIS and WHERE DID IT COME FROM 😭 you have 30 seconds to reason with him before he tames the demonic part of himself probably until forever 😭

If you ever admit you have a thing for his teeth, he'll probably freeze, laugh and pass out. In reality he's fine with it, more than fine - Rin's flattered that you like his demonic features, and since your confession, he makes sure to take care of his teeth even more. Moreover, with your consent of course, he's willing to gently mark you if an opportunity comes. Ekhem. (Demon!Rin: I used to pray for times like this)

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Use Me (Loki Love Story) Ch.10

Summary: Loki shows up at your brothel with an offer. What could go wrong?

Requested song inspiration: Use Me by Johnny Blue Skies & Dove Cameron & Diplo

You looked at him a moment, seeing how his eyes studied yours while you stayed silent. You knew he still longed for you to stay, quite frankly you were growing fond of him as well.. but what were you to do..

‘’Loki..’’ you said quietly, glancing back behind you to gaze at the waters, the land, the palace.. Asgard.. ‘’look at all this.. you have a life that waits for you.. a destiny- a throne and people.. I grew up as a maid.. a whore..’’ he seemed to flinch at the word while you looked back at him. ‘’is that all I am to be in this lifetime? I want a fresh start.. to see if I could be more.. who I am.. perhaps Midgard would be a good place to search..’’

‘’..you wish to live amongst mortals?” he asked quietly, surprise in his voice more than anything while his hands slowly moved to hang at his sides.

‘’where else am I to go?”

Loki shifted in place, his eyes dropping down briefly while he took a breath. ‘’you could always stay..’’

‘’and be what?” you asked quietly, your shoulders having slumped while you felt your bottom lip tremble.

‘’..Y/N.. I don’t know if you love me back.. but if you could search your feelings and have any ounce.. any fraction of feelings I have for you back.. I swear by the gods I will make you my queen when I have the throne..’’

His voice was a whisper yet his eyes had gotten deadly serious. His posture had returned, the posture of a prince making a royal decree.. a royal proclamation.. a promise, before you. Your eyes had widened, heart thundering in which you were sure he may be able to hear. You? A queen? A maid- a being who came from no royal blood or high lineage.. to sit beside the throne at his side.. you..

‘’..Loki that’s-.. that’s impossible..’’ you shook your head and turned away, feeling his hand suddenly grasp yours, turning you back to him swiftly while his other rose to cup your cheek.

‘’no it’s not Y/N- I’ll.. I’ll prove it to you..’’ he promised, his eyes as wide as yours with hope while yours rose to meet his, furrowing your brow while your hand clutched his.

‘’..how?” you whispered, desperation in your eyes while your mind spun. ‘’I am not of royal blood.. there’s no way Odin would allow-‘’

‘’he will… I’ll make the announcement- after Thor’s coronation..’’

Your body froze while you looked up at him, stiffening with this sudden news. ‘’Thor’s.. what?”

Loki’s body seemed to tense as much as yours while he briefly looked away, drawing a breath as if to regain himself before his eyes met yours much gentler this time. ‘’..Odin has chosen Thor to be worthy for Asgard’s throne..’’

‘’but.. but you said-‘’

‘’the throne will not go to Thor. You’ve seen his destructive side, other’s I’m sure have as well. I know Odin will soon see the truth.. sooner or later..’’ there was something hanging between them, an unspoken conversation in a way that could be felt yet not dared brought up. How could Loki predict this..

‘’..when is the coronation?”

‘’tomorrow.” ‘’tomorrow??”

Loki nodded and moved both his hands to cup your cheeks, his knees bending down to accommodate his height a bit to look you in the eyes, his nose almost ghosting against yours. ‘’after the coronation.. I will ask Odin to make an announcement.. in front of all of Asgard.. for you to be my queen.. no matter how long it will take..’’

Your hands reached up to grasp Loki’s wrists while his forehead pressed to yours. This.. this was crazy.. Thor was to be deemed king tomorrow- yet Loki had a prediction that things might change.. was this a god of mischief ability to see some sort of future? The sense the energy or vibe of things that was to come? You weren’t even sure if you wanted to take on the role of queen- or know fully well your feelings towards Loki.. but perhaps.. just perhaps.. you could learn to love him as he did towards you..

‘’..it will be my honor my prince..’’ you whispered, hesitation in your eyes while you almost felt your legs shake.

..something wasn’t right.. yet you had little time to try to think over things when you felt Loki lean forward to brush his lips against yours, causing your eyes to flutter, as did your heart. Was this love?

Finding no objection, Loki used his hands on your cheeks to pull you firmer against his lips, a hum leaving his mouth while he tilted his head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. Your mind and body seemed to become puddy, closing your eyes while your fingers tangled themselves in his raven hair and one of his own hands snaking around your waist to pull you right up against him.

You had a tingle and pressure appear between your legs, slicking your thighs the more he kissed you and ran his tongue against your bottom lip. With a nip, the gasp he brought out of you gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and explore. This made you moan against his lips, your hands now gripping his shoulders while he groaned and leaned more forward, close enough where you felt his erection press up against your groin.

His grip got just a tad tighter, almost possessively pulling you against him as if you were to disappear before he quickly pulled away, taking a step away while his hands quickly grasped yours before you could ask what was wrong. ‘’..not right now darling.. I wish to do things properly..’’ he whispered, lust having blown his pupils while his voice was quiet and trying to catch his breath.

Your breathing was shallow as well, your legs like Jello while you looked up at him with hidden surprise but understanding. ‘’alright.. tomorrow?’’ you whispered and you could see the bulge in his pants twitch at your question in which he nodded a bit quickly.

‘’tomorrow.. as soon as I tell Asgard who you belong too..’’

~

Loki set down his mug just as hard as the others, faking a smile while he focused on how the alcohol made him relax and tuned out Thor’s victorious speech.

‘’my friends! It has been quite the wait but it is finally time! Asgard will soon have continual peace and we shall make much more adventures together!” he slurred, most of the table who could understand him cheering and smashing empty glasses.

With another hard laugh, Thor plopped down back in his seat, clearly out of breath and nudged Loki a bit to hard on his shoulder. ‘’brother! Celebrate with us! The big day is soon upon us’’

‘’I am happy for you brother,’’ Loki gave a grin, his disappointment for not being chosen first hidden while he raised a glass for another maiden to fill it. ‘’much is to take place tomorrow.’’

‘’indeed, I’ve even began thinking beyond the throne to what I am to decree first and set place’’ Thor grinned, reaching forward to rip off the leg of a boar and took a generous mouth full. ‘’even to whom I wish to make heirs!”

Loki paused a bit, swallowing slowly so he wouldn’t choke while Thor brought up the personal subject shamelessly. ‘’oh?” he smirked with fake interest. ‘’the god of Thunder has finally decided to settle down?”

‘’well, if the mrs doesn’t know, it won’t hurt her if I decide to have some fun once and awhile with another’’ Thor chuckled, making it hard to know if he was joking or not while Loki tried to turn his mind elsewhere and tune him out again.

He had currently left you to your own chambers tonight, wishing to respect the precious time apart before tomorrow- almost as if not seeing the bride and leading up to the honeymoon. He couldn’t help but grin to himself, already feeling his cock twitch at the thought of having you tomorrow, on top of celebration to showing you off to Asgard. Maid or not, you were his and he would demand that respect to those who would have a problem with it.

“Y/N.’’

The sound of your name brought Loki out of his thoughts and turned his head back to his brother, his eyes giving a brief look around the room as if you had entered but didn’t find you. ‘’what?” he asked Thor.

Thor mainly waved his hand mid sip before he slammed his cup down enthusiastically with a grin, mead running a bit down his chin. ‘’she looked the part with a bit of adjustments, no one would even know she’s a maid.’’

Loki felt his heart stop while he starred at his brother, suddenly feeling completely sober while his hand clenched his cup. ‘’what are you talking about?”

Thor flashed a little annoyed look for having to repeat himself and began speaking while taking more bites of the meat. ‘’Y/N, that maid girl who came back full time around here. She looks good enough to bed and even would look good amongst the throne. I’m gonna make her my queen once my coronation is over with and let father know my first decree- a king could make anyone his queen. No one is to low for the position.’’ Thor grinned pervertedly and gave Loki another nudge with a wink. ‘’or any position.’’

Loki hardly heard him at this point, his ears seemed to ring and everything seemed to be moving extremely far away from his vision. He could practically hear his own heart while the mug fell from his hands, hardly hearing the cheering, let alone seeing another servant setting down another drink as if he had intentionally asked for another.

Thor was going to make Y/N his queen.. making the announcement before he could tomorrow.. Y/N was his.. his..

His chair screeched against the floor as he stood, cape fanning out behind him as he began moving before Thor got a grip of it, making him turn briefly with a blank look. ‘’brother- the festivities are hardly over! Where are you-‘’

‘’I require rest for the big day tomorrow brother.. you drink for the both of us.’’ Loki smirked, Thor giving a chuckle and a shrug before releasing him and standing up for his next useless announcement.

Loki turned back and his expression instantly dropped, hurrying out of the room where his stomach twisted and his mind spun.

There was much to do before tomorrow..

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[vvickydisc]

hi. Hope your day is good, your many ribbuns AU has good me wondering on what lore is behind them, even if its little, also your art in general is amazing. Like seriously your talent is good

oh my god thank you so much <333 please feel free to ask anything about them!

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In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[ahalliance]

the chances of florence angle droit seeing your qsmp french fanfic on ao3 are low but never zero

[skeletalheartattack]

"BLJ" actually stands for Biden Long Jump <isnt sure if youre aware of mario 64 speedrunning technique backwards long jump

and if joe biden was put into half life 2 he'd do an "ABH", as in: Accelerated Biden Hop

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idk if it's just like my own attitude or w/e but it's soooo funny to me how different me & my family are re: making plans for the future. like we were out for mother's day and my sister brought up that we've talked about traveling to italy with our mom (who loves italy but has never been able to go). but our mom is 70 now so like if we want to do it we really have to do it within the next few years before she starts getting too elderly to travel a lot. and there was a lot of hem-hawing and stuff before i was just like. okay let's just do it. a year from now? no? too soon? okay two years from now. we're doing it in early summer to avoid the big summer crowds as much as possible. let's talk to our cousin who literally lived in italy for 20 years to see who she knows we could stay with. i'm going to peek at dates and literally write this down in my calendar and we're going to have planning meetings about it all next year or else.

idk man. my family can really hem-haw around big future plans especially as a group, but i'm very much okay let's do it. i've got a date. i bought the tickets. i'm done thinking about it, time for action.

[sketchtastrophee]

old art again!! this time a rough animation of sawyer and yarnaby 😎 (looks better if u click to view 😭)

im working on a short ppt animation rn. im thinking i should post it to my youtube channel, though im not sure if people here would see it. i think i can link videos on here?? idk

okay I'm gonna talk abt more chapter 4 stuff.. this time about prototype's previous identity.. ch4 spoilers and also a theory below..

hiding the solo yarnaby under here LOL

people theorized 1006 was elliot, which was recently disproven in the chapter 4 tape where poppy refers to elliot as her dad and wishes he were there. in the same tape she addresses prototype as a completely different person. also recall that elliot died in the 90s, meanwhile prototype met theo in 1989. so yeah, they aren't the same person

I've also seen people say rich is prototype, which cannot be true either. in a ch4 tape he speaks to one of the employees under his supervision. the kid mentions his coworkers joking about him going missing. before the bbi, it would not make sense for this to be a common rumor at the company, which means this tape had to happen after harley was hired in 1990; at a time when the company would have a reason to silence people

prototype existed in 1989 at the minimum, but considering he says "it's always been about you and me" to poppy, he's likely the prototype of HER. she's elliots daughter, she died in the 60s, meaning prototype was probably created around that time as well.

this means that rich can't be the prototype because he was human long after prototype was made

if you want my take on who prototype truly is, i'd say his identity doesn't necessarily matter. i don't mean to say his origins aren't important, just that his name and specific role in the past probably doesn't mean anything in the long run. i've never believed he was elliot or rich, and maybe in the future i'll be proven wrong but for now i'll tell you the theory i've had since june of last year

elliot's daughter dies in the 60s. he divorced his wife in 1930, so his daughter is probably in her 30s when she dies. she gets sick or injured, maybe she's actively dying or already dead by the time elliot begins his research. he looks for ways to bring her back, but it doesn't work on the rats (as he mentioned a note in the 2nd chapter)

so what does he do? he tries it on something bigger as he said he would: a human. of course he's not going to try this experimental method on his own daughter, even if she's already dead, so he finds someone else to use it on. we know that elliot wasn't evil or anything, so it's unlikely he killed anybody to use for the experiment. considering the orphanage isn't open yet (it opened in the 70s, not the 60s), prototype probably wasn't an orphan child either. if i run with my simple version of the theory, elliot may have dug up a body in a graveyard and used that. maybe a fresh one, who knows. he tried it, it worked, then he revived his daughter with the same method.

this is likely what harley wanted to know about in the chapter 3 tape (the "i learn something new about you every day" one), and also what prototype is asking harley to figure out in the ch4 tape they're both in. in that case, sawyer never actually figured out how to revive people with the poppy substance. sure, he can transfer people into the toys, but he can't bring anybody back to life

more reason to believe prototype and poppy are of the same "batch" is because it seems they are the only two who don't need food. it's outright stated about him in the ch1 trailer, and insinuated with her saying the "toys will starve otherwise" when she's talking about how nasty them eating humans is. she refers to them, not herself. her and prototype are probably the only 2 who were ever brought back from the dead, which circles back around to his monologue and gives meaning to the "it's always been about you and me, poppy. what we are". when i heard him say that i felt like my theory was lowk confirmed 😭😭

no guarantee this is right, but it's been my guess for a long time

[starkwlkr]

the girls are fighting!! | toto wolff

an: because i’m seeing oasis this year, i thought it would be nice to make this pls don’t hate me, i love the spice girls!! (i only know one of their songs) fun fact: the original idea for this was that the reader was a grunge singer from the 90s but ever since the oasis reunion was announced that’s literally all i can think about

oasis member!reader

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[backtothefanfiction]

First Impressions | Joaquin Torres

Summary: the first time Sam introduces you to Joaquin

Warnings: flirting, fluff, playful banter

A/N: I fell in love with this man during Falcon and the Winter Soldier. Completely forgot about him until I watched the new Cap the other night. So here’s this little before going to sleep drabble. As you will quickly be able to tell I love the idea of a Carol Danvers niece reader given the whole air force thing. Hope people enjoy. May write some more in the future.

Joaquin was smitten the second you walked into his house. When Sam said he was headed over with “some new recruit” he hadn’t expected you. A roughed up baseball cap on top of your head, faded baseball jersey, baggy oversized jeans and sneakers, dripping from head to toe and almost shivering.

“What happened?” Joaquin asked Sam as you tentatively stepped through the sliding door, not wanting to drip too much on this strangers carpet.

“He dropped me in the lake.” Your voice blurted out, completely unamused, shooting daggers at the still newly appointed Captain America.

“Yeah, well, still better that than a 40ft drop onto hard ground.” Sam retorted.

“Or you could have just not dropped me at all?!” You stressed, hands raised in the air, still in complete disbelief over this turn of events. “That’s the last time I’m ever flying with you.” You muttered and you saw Joaquin let out a little chuckle over the situation.

That’s when you really took him in. The guy who Sam sung the praises of. His supposedly best recruit, not that he would actually tell him that.

“Come on, I’ll get you a towel.” Joaquin said, leading you upstairs and to the bathroom.

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything I could change into, do you?” You asked him, as he handed you a couple towels.

“Umm, yeah, of course, I’ll just go find you something.”

You didn’t wait for him to return before you whipped off your clothes and immediately jumped in the shower to wash the murky lake water off of you. You were grateful that it was an old tub and shower curtain situation and not one of those see through glass cabinet shower situations, not that it didn’t stop Joaquin from blushing when he came back into the bathroom a few minutes later with some clothes in hand.

“Oh, sorry- I didn’t realise you were- I’ll just leave these- uh- yeah.” He rushed out before quickly shutting the door again.

He hesitated a moment as he stood with his back to the door, his brain fixated on the small glimpse he got of your naked back from behind the shower curtain. He could feel the flush in his cheeks. The smile that threatened his lips. He fought to hide it as he went back down to Sam in the kitchen.

“So who is she?” Joaquin asked as he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee and passed it to Sam before picking up his own previously discarded mug to finish.

“She’s a Danvers.” Sam said, as if the surname alone held a lot of weight, but Joaquin still didn’t bite. “As in Carol Danvers… Captain Marvel.” Sam said, walking him through it slowly until Joaquin’s face began to flicker with recognition. “Carol’s her aunt. Before she became Captain Marvel she was one heck of an Air Force Pilot. Kid saw what her aunt did and decided to pick up the mantle.”

“And she’s good?” Joaquin fished, a flame for the woman upstairs really taking hold as Sam kept adding more fuel to the fire.

“Yeah, she’s fucking great. Best female pilot I’ve ever seen.”

“So you looking to set her up with a pair of wings?” Joaquin asked, even though he had a hint of jealousy to his tone. He enjoyed being the only person other than Sam who had access to the now not so secret military wings, but he also couldn’t deny the new found need to go flying with you on a sunny afternoon and treat you to a picnic on the top of a mountain or something.

“We’ll see.” Sam said sceptically, but Joaquin knew from the way Sam had even brought you to meet him he thought you had what it takes.

“What are you two girls talking about?” You asked as you came striding back into the kitchen in a pair of Joaquin’s joggers and his old air force T-shirt. You were using a towel to squeeze out your hair and Joaquin couldn’t deny you looked right at home in his house, wearing his clothes.

“Lover boy here was grilling me about you.” Sam joked, taking in the way Joaquin looked at you.

“Was he now?” You asked feigning interest and playing up to the little bit in order to embarrass him, but as you sat across from him at the table and really took him in for the first time, you couldn’t deny he was handsome- and if the T-shirt he gave you had anything to say, you definitely had a lot in common to bond over.

“Uh- um- no- I-“ Joaquin began to stutter bashfully.

“It’s all cool dude,” you reassured. “I know he’s just messing. You really shouldn’t let him rile you up like that.”

Joaquin sighed before he leaned in closer to you, “How do you stay so calm around him?” He asked as if Sam wasn’t there and you had all the secrets.

“Eh, when you grew up being told about your badass aunt with actual super powers, some guy in a read white and blue bird costume is nothing.” You joked.

“Hey!” Sam pointed at you, “don’t you dare turn him against me or I’ll drop your ass in the lake again.”

“So you admit it! You did it on purpose.” You said, slamming your hand on the table animatedly.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. What are you gonna do about it?” He asked back, but you didn’t say anything more. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You rolled your eyes at him before fixing them on Joaquin instead as Sam’s phone began to ring. You both turned your eyes on him as he checked the caller ID. “I need to take this.” He said, before getting up and dismissing himself, stepping out the back door to take the call outside.

“Would you like coffee?” Joaquin asked to break up the silence the two of you were left in.

“Umm, yes, that would be great.” You said with a smile and he got up to pour you a cup full from the pot.

“It looks good on you.” He said as he came back over a moment later and handed you the mug.

“What, now?” You said confused.

“Uh, my shirt,” he said with a shrug, as he committed to the statement. “It looks good on you.”

You couldn’t help but blush slightly under his gaze. He was cute and confident and oddly endearing. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he sat himself back down. “I guess I’ll keep it then.” You joked.

“The only way you’re keeping that thing is if you were my girlfriend.” He replied, half as a joke, half as a way of informing you just how much that shirt meant to him.

“Well I guess you better ask me on a date then.” You smirked playfully as he took a sip of his coffee and he almost choked as he spat it back into his cup. But before he could say anymore, Sam came back through the sliding door.

“Alright lovebirds, you can stop having your meet cute moment now, we gotta go,” he said to Joaquin.

“And what about me?” You said indignantly, feeling a little put out.

“He’ll be back in time to take you out on a proper date later.” Sam retorted, marching back through the house to get his shit from where he’d left it by the front door.

“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” You asked, completely brushing over the rest of what he’d said. “I don’t even live anywhere near here!” You stressed. “You just brought me here and now you’re gonna up and leave me here!” You said indignantly.

Joaquin froze in the middle of the hallway next to you, looking from his mentor and back to you as he tried to keep up with what’s going on. He felt conflicted. “I mean, can’t she just come with us.” He offered. “I mean, you brought her out here because you wanted to see what she could do. So I say let her.”

Sam looked between the two of you slowly, before he conceded. “Uh, fine. But if anything happens with her it’s on your head.” He warned but you were both smiling.

“So, is this technically our first date?” You ribbed him as he began to usher you out the door so he could lock up.

“We’ll see. Depends if you like it or not.” He mused and you had to admit, his cheeky smile did make you swoon.

“And if I don’t?” You asked with a playful twinkle in your eye.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured you with just as equal playfulness and innuendo, “you will.”

[pippin-pippout]

For those following the SAG and WGA strikes there’s new shit a-brewing, this time targeting background actors (aka extras).

Some may know that one of the issues SAG is fighting is that studios want to take virtual scans of background actors and use them in perpetuity (meaning forever) without any additional compensation to those background actors. So you would just see a bunch of AI generated humans in future movies based off of a background actor that worked one day.

This is already shitty because working as an extra for 3 days on a union set (if you receive a union voucher each day) is one of the main ways to qualify for SAG eligibility. This means that a lot of actors working background do not yet have union protection and likely do not have an agent or manager to protect them. Disney has already allegedly told background actors to do this on the set of Wanda Vision: https://www.avclub.com/wandavision-background-actors-say-disney-scanned-them-1850709900

Here’s where it's worse.

There is one main company that supplies background actors for major union and non union productions. Central Casting. They love to brag about their very long influence in the industry - in old movies dating back to the 40s you can hear jokes about hiring extras from Central Casting.

Central Casting has been including an electronic document for all actors in their database to sign as part of onboarding. Signing it gives Central Casting the right to use your images, your videos, and YOUR LIKENESS in perpetuity, forever. They would OWN your likeness. Instead of it being a studio supplying the AI background actors, it would be Central Casting instead.

Receiving any work from Central Casting in the future is conditional upon signing it. No signature = no extra work = no extra income for union actors trying to make health insurance minimums, no union extra work for pre-SAG members.

SAG already reached out to Central Casting to tell them to stop. Central Casting refused.

Edit to say: this is not new. It’s part of actors onboarding and is called the Photo, Image, and Video Release. It’s phrased to sound like you are just giving them permission to use your image and video for CC’s website and promotional purposes. But the actual language is much broader. It's only recently being brought up as a point for discussion because some casting directors (who are generally supportive of the strike) started pointing it out.

Central Casting is owned by Entertainment Partners which is also a giant software conglomerate and owns a lot of the software used to organize background casting and pay actors. https://www.ep.com/company/about-us/

[steddieprompts]

Steddie. 910 words. friends to lovers but they have to fight about it first.

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“No, it can’t be Wednesday, that’s when Max has therapy.”  Steve sighed, bent over his planner and chewing on the end of his pen.  He felt like a bedraggled father of seven.  He kind of was.

“Well, it can’t be Friday, unless I skip therapy.”  Eddie responded, also bent over his planner, though his was just a spiral notebook.  Steve could never grasp how Eddie managed to keep himself organized with just that.

"You're not skipping therapy," Steve rubbed his temple, “What about Thursday?”

“Steve, come on, that’s when Coffin has practice. After Doug gets off work, remember?  He has to teach Mike the baseline for the new song or we’re never gonna be ready for our show in May.”

Steve let out another sigh.

“You can’t move it?” Steve asked

“Oh, I can move band practice but you can’t move your practice with Lucas?”

“I can’t help that we have to rent a batting cage!  It was the only slot they had!”

“What happened to basketball?  When did he start baseball?”  Eddie asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, I get shit if I can’t remember when your band practices, but it’s fine if you forget an entire conversation we had about him playing both? Fucking double standards.”

“Well shit I’m so sorry Steve!  I can’t know every little thing all seven of these shit-heads are doing at all times.  Besides, when was the last time you came to one of Will’s campaigns, huh?  Or does D&D not matter as much as sports?”

“I went to the last one!”

“It was last week Steve! No, you didn’t!  You were with Hopper researching trucks!”

“Well shit, I guess I’ll just buy a van that barely runs like you!  Then we’ll really be able to get the kids where they need to go!”

“Do NOT bring my van into this!”

“You brought my truck into it!”

“Fuck you!”

“Well fuck you too!”

Steve slammed his planner shut and stood up from the table, his legs hitting the side and sending the salt and pepper shakers clattering over.  Eddie Shoved the table back, but Steve had already stepped out from behind it, halfway to the trailer door.

When he slammed the screen door behind him, the damp, spring night air hit his overheated face and he slowed, one foot hanging over the first step off the porch.  He stood there, looking out at the mist hanging in the trees, catching the last rays of the setting sun, and took a deep breath.

This was stupid.  He and Eddie were supposed to be planning a birthday party for Dustin.  They had started off so excited about it.  It was going to be Star Wars themed.  They found a bakery that would decorate a cake with R2 and C-3PO.  They had already bought decorations at Melvald’s.  Eddie had even gone as far as creating a one-shot Star Wars themed campaign, which was a feat.  Eddie was a nerd but he didn’t dabble in Sci-fi as much as Dustin.  So, he and Steve had rented all three movies and watched them until 2 in the morning, taking notes and planning.

All of that had gone fine.  Great even.  He and Eddie had never been closer, and Eddie was worming his way into Steve’s heart with how much he cared about the kids.

And that was it, wasn’t it.  Between them, they cared about the kids so much that they wanted to make sure everyone was covered. Everyone was involved. Ever since Eddie had joined the party things had gotten easier.  Mike had his place in Corroded Coffin.  Max had Steve to help her with her therapy.  They both took the kids to the arcade on Sunday nights and went off in the corner to play pinball, laughing about stupid things that happened in high school and talking about what they wanted in the future.  Planning to move out of Hawkins together if it killed them.

Things were better with Eddie.  Steve felt so much more connected, so much more wanted because of him.

Somewhere in the trees a cicada started chirping.  Steve took another deep breath just as the door opened behind him.

“Steve?”  Eddie’s voice floated out the screen door.  Soft with a hint of some deep emotion, too mixed to put a name on.

Steve turned around to Eddie with his hand on the door, skull and cross bone pajama pants and the warm glow of the living room lamp behind him.

“I’m in love with you.”  Steve finally said, somewhere between resigned and amazed, barely having time to process the revelation himself.

Eddie was out the screen door as fast as his damaged legs could carry him, wrapping his arms around Steve and pressing his face into his neck.

“Been waiting for you, Stevie.”  Eddie pressed into his skin, voice thick with emotion.

“Took me a minute to catch up.”  Steve replied with a derisive chuckle.

Eddie pulled back and pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips, quick and warm before smiling.  “Worth the wait.”

“Sap.”  Steve grinned before kissing Eddie again.

When they finally broke apart Eddie grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him back into the trailer.  “Come on, lover boy, we’ve got a birthday to plan.”

“Lover boy?”  Steve deadpanned, though he couldn’t stop a stupid smile from growing.

“Would you prefer stud muffin?”  Eddie asked as Steve shut the door, “Or sugar lips!”  Steve’s laugh could be heard through the trailer window, mixing with the cicadas in the growing night.

[mrstevenss]

Hey!! Just wanna share my opinion on the TikTok ban here. Put on your tinfoil hats cause I’m gonna sound nuts when I say this but I think it’s all a huge publicity stunt for trump

LISTEN LISTEN I just don’t think that it’s a coincidence that everything’s been happening just TEN DAYS before trump gets into office. Basically what I’m saying is there was some kind of deal brought up that would make it look like tiktok- one of the most generally beloved platforms on earth (especially in america)- would be getting banned, obviously throwing everyone in a panic JUST so trump can come in and save the day so everybody will love him. Remember this is the same guy that wanted it banned years ago. Remember this is the same guy that will and has blatantly lied to his audience just for brownie points. Trumps ENTIRE business model is just saying what people wanna hear. THAT IS WHAT THIS IS!!! He’s taking the easy route of doing something that he knows everyone will unanimously agree is a good thing to do in order to make him out to be a hero IN ORDER TO GAIN SUPPORTERS

Yes yes I sound like the insane liberal here but this has literally happened before. There’s allegations of Ronald Reagan making a deal with Iran to keep hostages until he was in office rather than before when Jimmy Carter was president so that the event of the hostages being freed could be in HIS name since, technically, they were freed during his term

This event created a whole term - “October Surprise” - and BY DEFINITION is “a news event that may influence the outcome of an upcoming November election, whether deliberately planned or spontaneously occurring”

Compare this to the Trump and TikTok situation- the ban being set to go into effect on the 19th, just coincidentally a single day before trump gets in power, setting up the perfect heroic entrance for Trump. Guys, these people aren’t stupid. They know what it takes to be president, they know how to get support, get votes, give the people what they want- but not too much of what they want, because they need to make sure they always have an excuse for why they didn’t do what they “said” they’d do. Just listen to how ambiguous Trumps is about tiktok-

“Start thinking about tiktok”

“Maybe we’ll keep it around”

“My decision on TikTok will be made in the not too distant future, but I must have time to review the situation.”

“We’ve discussed TikTok”

“It has a special place in my heart”

So far he has NEVER said that he WILL save TikTok, but he’s hinting towards because that’s JUST ENOUGH of what the people want. Enough to make people cheer him on but little enough for him to take it back sometime later and not look like a complete liar

Or maybe I’m just inhaling too much aluminium foil particles and it’s making me insane

[munsonmuses]

Emperor Geta x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, gladiatorial combat, animalistic tendencies, uhhhg there’s a breeding kink. This was not proofread.

Word Count: 2.3k

Authors Comments: Iiiii was a major Roman Empire nerd as a kid, so if there’s stuff you’re like “that seemed specific” about? I promise you the research was done and I had to consult my notebooks from when I was a teeny tot (like a young teen). And yes, thumbs up signified death because it represented an upturned sword for combat, and the thumbs down signified sparing the loser, by turning your sword down to sheath

The light fabric of the linen chiton you wore felt like chains, the beautiful gold brooches holding it in place and the belt that rested low on your waist like the shackles. Leading you to a life you’d never wanted. To a future you knew you’d loathe so deeply. This wasn’t the life you’d dreamt of as a young woman. Bringing peace to an empire, marrying a man who was made perfectly for you by the gods.

All of these opportunities had been ripped from between your fingers. Your life slipped away the moment you’d heard that Emperor Geta had set his sights on you. He was callous, pompous, the human equivalent of a promenading lion. He thought nothing but the best of himself, and believed he deserved things equally as good. One of those things being you.

Your finger delicately worked on adjusting the raw leather straps of your sandals. The stephane felt like it was weighting your whole body down, veil swishing against your nape, sending chills down your spine. That the earth may swallow you whole in one fell motion was a wishful thought as you carefully examined the large hall.

It was egregious, how much gold one man could have. How many statues of himself an individual could bare to own. Slowly standing from the large chaise you’d been guided too and approaching one. tracing the curve of his nose, the apples of his cheeks. The manic look they’d managed to capture in his marble portrait, captured perfectly within the massive pupils. Scoffing lightly before hearing a laugh from behind you that caused your skin to pebble viciously. Turning around to face him.

The statue somehow didn’t manage to perfectly capture his mania. Pupils so wide they looked almost entirely black. A wolfish grin. His entire body reeked of need and want.

“You, are even more beautiful than Caracalla described…just look at you-“ his hands clamped down on your upper arms. Holding you in place as he hummed. “You’ll do nicely…” he murmured as you quirked a brow lightly.

You prayed that when you asked, he’d give you a different answer than what you’d been prepared for. Not wanting to surrender yourself to matrimony with a man so viciously bloodthirsty and self righteous. “What will I do nicely for, imperator?” You whispered as he let his eyes glaze over your body. Taking in every inch of you before nodding.

“Don’t be silly, you know what I brought you here for. I have chosen you to be my empress. Not Caracalla’s. Strictly my own.” He insisted as he moved a hand up to grip your jaw while humming. “You’ll take to the role with pride. A loving and affectionate empress…and you’ll give me my sons to lead the future of my empire once my time has come. Am I understood?” He questioned as you scoffed lightly to yourself. Fixing your rings and pulling away. Pacing the large floor of the hall as he kept his eyes on you. Ready to pounce if necessary.

“I am marrying you strictly for familial agreement. Through my loyalty for my empire and my dedication to my familial name…it has nothing to do with you.” You murmured as he sucked on his teeth lightly. You weren’t afraid of him, you saw yourself as an independent being, even a possible equal. An equal amount of hatred that matched his levels of obsession. Overall, he was clearly agitated by your lack of throwing yourself at him, the need for you to desperately present yourself to him. Though he wouldn’t push it. To get you out from under Caracalla’s thumb was difficult enough, so he’d take what he could get.

“Your chambers are prepared, you’ll be dressed for our wedding and you’ll smile. You’ll be grateful.” He ordered as you nodded, allowing the two women by the doorway to follow you out as you sighed in frustration to yourself.

These women were terrified to touch you, though they attempted to feebly conceal their terror as you hummed. Hair carefully arranged with an orange veil placed atop. Slipping into the white woven fabric of your wedding tunic, and slipped on orange sandals. Careful with them as you worked on fastening the knot of Hercules around your waist. Nodding slowly as you assessed yourself in the mirror.

It felt like lead lined your stomach as you approached the large garden, eyes meeting with Geta’s own. Your family and his court clearly anxiously awaiting your arrival. Your dowry had been exchanged, and Geta grinned delightedly at the sight of you approaching. Wringing his fingers, rings loudly knocking together as you frowned in mild fury. He was childish and cocky and self absorbed, albeit a bit handsome.

You stopped in front of him as the two of you read over the marriage contract. His eyes constantly flicking up to you as you lifted your metal pen from the inkwell. Scrawling your name with confidence as he followed suit. His hand suddenly clutching your left wrist as your head whipped to look at him. Geta removing the thick red stoned ring upon one of his fingers and slipping it onto one of your own as he hummed contentedly. Clearly awaiting reciprocation for his affections.

You carefully took his face, pressing a pursed lip kiss to his own plush pink lips as he cradled the back of your head and your waist. Satisfied with his win. Cementing your future with your new husband, as empress.

Your wedding was a few months ago, and in that time you’d been growing to know, like, and even love Geta. Although shrouded in cruel mystery, he did have a tender heart when it came to you. Gifting you lavishly, bathing you in riches and praise. You’d never gone to bed on an empty stomach, and you managed to share romantic pleasantries with him regularly.

You sat beside him as you watched a battle in the coliseum. Head perched on your fist in boredom as he smiled wide at you. The folds of your brooches and adornments complimenting the rich purples of your own robes. Your stephane crooked as his hand delicately reached up to adjust it. “Isn’t this delightful my heart?” He whispered eagerly as you scoffed in light amusement. Grinning lightly at him as you kissed his rings lightly.

“It’s alright. Gladiator fights have never…settled my nerves. If anything the bloodsport terrifies me…” you murmured as his own lips pulled into a tight frown. Though unlike usual, he didn’t have a smart or cold comment to make.

You carefully watched the two men fight, though you could barely call them that. Barely older than sixteen a piece as you chewed on your lip. The larger of the two slamming his sword into the smaller boys shield. Reminding you of the kind boys you’d known in your youth who had the whole world in front of them, stolen in war. Your heart heavy at the sight.

Geta’s eyes were trained on you. Noticing the paleness in your face, watering eyes as you left your chair to look over the edge of the balcony at these boys. Heart pounding in your ears as he sighed. He was furious, he was angry…love had “weakened” him, was what Caracalla had lamented before. But in his eyes, it simply made him better for you. Being weak for one’s own wife was impossible.

Your head whipped to look at him as the smaller boy was bloodied and bruised. Whipped to the ground by his foe as Geta stood slowly for the crowd to see.

He lifted his hand slowly, glancing over at you as his thumb rested on its side. He would typically give a thumbs up, signaling the death of the weaker boy…but instead his thumb dropped. The crowd gasping at the young man being spared at the Emperors command.

Geta’s eyes flicked to you one last time. Seeing nothing but adoration in them as he dismissed his co-contributors frustrated muttering, walking off with you to your shared chambers as he hummed in your ear.

“You’re welcome…” he whispered as you rolled your eyes lightly at him. Kissing his cheek lightly as you closed the large doors behind yourself.

With your back to him, you slowly worked on unhooking the brooches of your chiton, letting the fabric pool at your feet as you worked on removing your sandals slowly. Hearing his movements stop, eyes on you as you grinned lightly over your shoulder.

“You have shown such monumental growth…and kindness…and change, my emperor…” you whispered as you stalked towards him. His breath shaky and heavy as he carefully nodded. “I am so amazed by you…” you murmured as he watched your hands making work of the fasteners on his own tunic. It slipping down his shoulders as you smiled.

“I want…to reward you,” you murmured into his ear. Geta was a man who worked on praise, adoration and reward. He needed something for every “accomplishment” he made. This time you’d give him something more.

He let himself be lied back on your massive bed, his cock slowly hardening. Pressed to his stomach. Cheeks and chest flushed as you hummed lightly to yourself. He deserved this, even if it was simple human decency…it was a major turning point for him.

You kissed along his jaw, down his neck, his chest. Lightly nipping at his flushed skin as you worked lower and lower. Pressing kisses down his stomach and licking along the light indentations of his abs before finally paying attention to his desperate cock.

Already twitching lightly, Geta was not a hard man to work up. Lightly pressing warm, open mouthed kisses along his shaft. Tenderly massaging his balls as he whimpered lightly at your ministrations. Following your movements with frantic eyes.

He shivered lightly as he felt your lips lightly wrap around his tip. Lazily sucking and stroking the rest of his shaft lightly. Having used your kisses from earlier as a bit of lubrication. Stroking in time with your slowly bobbing head. Every few moments getting lower and lower. Relishing on the velvety feeling of his thick cock against your tongue. Finally taking your hand away and placing it on his hip. The other taking his right hand and leading it to the back of your head as he trembled lightly. “My heart…please-“ his whisper wasn’t much more than a breath.

The lewd noises of you taking him deep down your throat, slowly sucking while hollowing out your cheeks. Obediently tending to his needs as you groaned desperately against him. Your free hand trailing downward to massage your own clit as he bucked his hips lightly.

“You tease me…” he growled out. “With your desperate hands, your heavenly mouth, your body on full display…you tear me into nothing but tatters of a man…and you relish in my desperation,” he hissed as you pulled your head off.

Stroking his cock lightly as you maintained eye contact with him. Your own blown out with need and want as you continued to tend to your own clit. Sensitive bud twitching under your small, circular motions. Geta’s eyes trained on simply you. Filled with nothing but love and obsession as he growled.

Taking your wrists firmly, he pulled your hands away from both of your own sensitive bodies. Working on lying you back as he pressed his lips to your ear. “You’re a temptress…and you’ll understand just how deeply I want for you…and you’ll give me my sons,” he hissed as he worked one of your legs up around his waist. Keeping one hand on your wrists, pinned above your head as he lined himself up with your wanting cunt. Slowly easing himself into you.

You could feel every vein, every curve. A desperate moan being ripped from you as you arched your back lightly. Geta’s soft laugh and heaving breaths the only other noise you could focus on. His mouth greedily kissing along your soft skin. Nipping at your shoulders and neck. Trailing down to your breasts. Lightly taking your left nipple between his teeth. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud while lazily rolling his hips. Breeding you on his terms.

“Fucking…mnghhh…you’re so good~” he mumbled between mouthfuls of greedy kisses. His thrusts short and swift. Though deep enough to give that knot in your stomach a bit of reprieve. Humming contentedly to himself as he watched your lust clouded eyes. “I can’t promise that you’ll be able to do much once im finished…” he murmured as he began to focus on his thrusts.

Deep and swift, pressing deep into your twitching cunt, your wrists finally free of his grasp as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Holding him close as he fucked deeper into you. “It’s a blessing, to get to carry the future of our empire. Thank me for blessing you…” he growled out as he held your hips firmly. Your moans in time with his thrusts as you struggled to form a single coherent thought.

“Fuck!…thank you, for allow-…allowing me to carry your heirs, and the future of Rome!” Your voice cracked between moans as he laughed lightly. Working on bringing you to your orgasm as he hummed.

Your body felt like it was ablaze, each thrust causing that knot to unravel further and further. Whimpering in desperation and squawking desperately before letting your head fall back. His name spilling past your lips before feeling that knot come undone. Mouth falling open in incoherent babbles as Geta fucked you through your orgasm. Making sure you were thoroughly satisfied and gritting his teeth.

Unable to hold himself back much longer, his thrusts became short and swift before he hilted himself deep within you and came. His own mutters just broken up syllables of your name, trembling arms, and weak kisses along your skin. His body collapsing upon your own as he pressed hot and gentle kisses to your skin.

“I love you…” he murmured, allowing his eyes to close as you lightly combed through his hair. Your own growing heavy as you sighed.

“I love you too…”

[epigstolary]

Welcome to Epigstolary, a place where I write about gaining, feeding, and all things fattening. My stories are usually at the higher end of the scale, with an affectionate emphasis on teasing, humiliation, and the consequences of extreme gluttony. If that sounds like your cup of tea, I think you’ll enjoy what’s in these pages, and I hope you’ll check out some of the stories linked below:

CONTENTS

Incubus — A shadowy creature has already made you eat yourself well past morbid obesity, and he’s not even close to being done with you.

Tough Guy — You may think you’re a man’s man, even if that waistline says otherwise. But your enabling partner’s happy to let you keep thinking whatever you want.

On Your Own — What does the future have in store for your superchub self without your feeder?

Real Talk — Your friend has some “advice” to share with you about your weight and habits.

Rebound — It’s easier to regain, and then some — as you’ll soon find out.

The Middle of Nowhere — Part One — A gainer who chooses an idyllic life in the country with their feeder might have gotten more than they bargained for.

The Middle of Nowhere — Part Two — How does a rural superchub handle dinner guests and a trip into town?

Lecture — You’re the focal point of a scientific teachable moment about the effects of hypermorbid obesity on the human body.

Deaf Ears — You haven’t been listening to your feeder’s warnings about your habits, and this is the result.

Step By Step — You don’t become a superchub overnight. But there are signs that’s where things are going.

Big Deal — It’s time you gave your feeder a talking-to after they get cold feet from your recent gains.

The Makings of a Glutton — What makes a superchub? A menu of food that’s terrible for you, apparently.

Too Much of a Good Thing — It may be wonderful, but the weight of your feeder’s affection is catching up with you.

A New Home — A newly-immobile superchub gets used to life in a facility meant to help them lose weight, but the caregiver who fed them that size has other plans.

Sedentary — Years of poor diet and too much time on the couch has made it harder and harder to get around.

A Normal Life — You consider a return to civilian life after years as a live-in feedee.

Out and About — Your feeder recounts their favorite things about taking you out and showing you off to unsuspecting, shocked civilians.

Wish Fulfillment — You awaken to find yourself the immobile superchub of your dreams, but how long will you get to enjoy it?

The Look — Your feeder wants to make sure you understand your situation.

Weakness — Your feeder confronts you with how your weakness for food brought you to your current obese condition.

Best Intentions — Unsuspecting bystanders gape, mock, and try to help as you begin mysteriously and rapidly gaining hundreds of pounds.

Enabling Delusion — You and your partner still think you’re going to lose the weight. Your friends think differently.

Center of Attention — Your popularity as a superchub influencer won’t save you from humiliation when your gains finally catch up to you.

Consumed — A poetic exploration of how gaining grew to dominate your life.

Expressions — A feeder recounts a gainer’s progress through how they react to their burgeoning body.

The Biggest Size They Make — You’ve been fighting your wardrobe for a long time, and now you’re losing the battle.

Morning — Nothing beats a cozy, comfy morning being spoiled by your feeder.

Excuses — You always have an excuse ready for why your weight isn’t a problem. But there are signs that you’re only fooling yourself.

The Deal — Your bodybuilding arrangement with a savvy gainer proves to be more than you bargained for.

Over The Edge — An admirer puzzles over how you let yourself get to the edge of the gaining abyss.

Just A Number — That’s all weight is, but yours has been going up alarmingly fast.

A Growing Problem — Your partner finally gets their concerns about your weight problem off their chest.

When, Not Whether — Gaining like you do isn’t sustainable. You’re heading for a crisis; it’s just a matter of time.

Realization — Your partner finally takes off the mask, revealing their inner feeder once it’s too late for you to do anything about it.

No Going Back — You thought you could experiment with gaining and lose the weight after you’d had your fun. You were wrong.

Trough — A shadowy feeder sets you up to eat like the farm animal you are, to see just how long you can manage.

Big and Tall — A rotund clothes shopper needs the help of a chaser sales clerk after a sartorial mishap.

Polite — You’ve gotten too fat to make fun of, but the polite restraint from your friends tells you everything you need to know.

Vignettes

You Ate

Beyond Your Control

Animals

Love

The Tailor

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