#could be very silly but also maybe something of use in the future updates to think about

[covetyou]

the best of you, honey, belongs to me

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con, unprotected P in V, oral (f receiving), creampie, choking, spanking, mild praise kink, potential assault, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap. word count: 5.5k chapter summary: Joel Miller is an asshole. An asshole and a liar. Right?

A/N: HOLY SHIT I DID IT I FINISHED SOMETHING. I did it Ma!

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Joel Miller was a massive fucking liar, you'd realized.

You probably would have been able to guess that before, but as you were stood here, back pushed against a brick wall in an alleyway, it was clear as day.

You'd been dragged down here by two men - a small rat like one and a taller one with a mean look on his face - and thrown against the wall. Your back smarted, and you tried to reason with them, but they were tugging at your clothes and threatening you before you could think of anything useful to say.

They were torn off you as quick as they were on you.

And now, heavy fists were pounding into them, beating into their faces and stomachs as they slouched pathetically against the brick opposite. Joel had found you, somehow noticed in a crowd of people that you were suddenly gone. He had someone with him, they looked similar enough that they could have been family, and both were beating into the men that had dragged you down the alley.

A yelled threat and the two men were hobbling away, beaten and bloody and holding onto themselves in their retreat.

"You okay?"

You're looking at Joel, so it takes a second to register that the other man is addressing you. You slowly turn to him - definitely related - and nod. You're stunned and a little winded more than anything.

Joel is flexing his fist, staring daggers at you. His companion doesn't say another word to you, but you hear him talk in hushed tones to Joel, before Joel mutters something back to him and he walks away.

You should probably be more scared of being alone down an alley with Joel Miller than the other two guys but, though it confuses you, you feel safer than ever. He'd protected you, saved you, and that's how you knew that Joel Miller was a fucking liar.

"C'mon," he growls to you, walking away and expecting you to follow. Of course, you follow, even through the low lying anger and frustration that's still simmering in your belly.

As you walk behind, you watch as he clenches his fist and flexes his hands over and over. Before you know it you're outside his apartment block, being roughly dragged up the stairs by a heavy hand on your arm, dragged down a corridor and deposited in front of his front door. He doesn't look at you as he fishes his key out from an inner pocket on his coat.

"Saw you fuckin' lookin' at me, I told you not to do that shit," he says angrily, throwing you into his apartment and slamming the door closed behind you.

"They hurt you?" You shake your head. "They touch you?" You shake your head again.

His nostrils flair. You can almost hear the bones in his hands creak from how hard he's clenching his fists.

And so you poke the fucking bear again, because what is there to lose. You'd spent all week mulling it over, getting angrier and angrier as you talked yourself in circles. He didn't like you and you definitely didn't like him. You didn't want to kiss him, but also you did. Neither of you cared, but maybe both of you did. Everything was feeling like a lie and all you wanted was the truth. So you poke, bracing yourself for impact.

"You're a liar," you whisper, pulling at the sleeves of your coat.

His eyes immediately snap to yours, and he's making quick work of the distance between you. He's toe to toe with you when he stops, looking down at you, fists still firmly clenched at his sides.

"What did you fuckin' say to me?"

You swallow before you speak again, meek as a mouse but a fire in your belly. "You're a liar. You said you wouldn't look out for me."

"S'that why you kept lookin'? S'that why you got yourself in trouble? To prove some fuckin' point?"

You frown at him - it hadn't been intentional. You were glaring at him when they grabbed you, stuffing a gloved hand over your mouth to keep your scream from being heard. The people around you didn't care, didn't stop what they were doing or go for help. They just left you. But Joel came anyway.

"You think I asked for that?" you say, trying to keep your voice from cracking. You never have and never will cry in front of this man, not like this anyway. You watch as his mouth curls to sneer at you, the fire turning into a sick feeling bubbling up through your belly as you watch his lip raise.

You don't know what comes over you, but you push at his chest, wanting to touch him and get him away from you in equal measure. It takes him by surprise, the force of your push making him stumble back.

You both stare at each other, unmoving for a beat, both shocked that you'd dare to touch him let alone push him. You think maybe you should run, get away before he gets you, but your reactions are slower than his, and you're raising your arms to protect yourself as he makes one big stride over to you.

The blow doesn't come.

He's pulling at your coat, jerking it down your arms, before tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. It gets caught, and you hear a tear as it catches on your arm, but he keeps pulling anyway. The fabric splits from your body, tattered and ruined as it's discarded on the floor.

"You think I would fuckin' hit you?" he says angrily as he tugs at the rest of your clothes. "You think I would fuckin' hurt you in any way you don't want?"

You have no time to answer before he's manhandling you again, pushing you roughly into his room.

He pushes you forward onto his bed, bending you over and holding you there as he reaches around and tugs at your zipper. You fight to stand, but the weight of his hand keeps you in place as he pulls your pants and panties down in one, leaving them around your knees so you can't run to escape even if you wanted to. Any thought that you could, should, run is already gone. You don't want to, not any more. Whatever he wants to do, whatever anger he has for you, you want it. You want to feel his anger, you want it to burn into yours until you combust.

A hand claps down on your ass and you feel the sting ripple up your back. He wanted that one to hurt, and it did. Another sharp slap hits your other cheek soon after, the sting of pain made worse by your cold skin, but you're glad for it because you wanted that one to hurt too.

Both his hands rub across your cheeks, drawing a groan from you as he massages them and soothes the sting before rough fingers pull you apart. He always did like looking.

He wastes no time in plunging his wet tongue into your pussy from behind, Joel's hands yanking your pants down the to your feet to spread you open further for him. "You're fuckin' dripping," he says between breaths as you push back into his face.

"You this wet from those guys?" You don't answer, so he slaps a hand down on your ass again.

"Fuckin' answer me."

"N-no. M'not wet from them."

"Then why," he says, breathing deeply as he devours your pussy, the cold of his nose tickling your hole as the scruff on his jaw scratches at your inner thighs. "Tell me. Tell me why this needy fuckin' pussy is so wet."

"Because of you," you push your face down into his bed, biting at his sheets as his tongue swipes over your clit, already so sensitive your legs are shaking. You arch your back, exposing more of your cunt to his relentless tongue. There's no question or thread of shame in your mind why you like this - why you're already so close to coming undone just from him being an asshole and playing with your pussy.

"Me, huh? Little hole's desperate for me? Look at her cryin' out to be stuffed full, drippin' all over the place."

You couldn't help the drip of slick from your cunt, or the way his words always worked to make it worse. You knew you were a mess, but by now you knew he liked it, even if he taunted you for it. You felt how his grasping hands got firmer, saw as his cock got harder, just at the sight of your glistening pussy.

Two of his thick fingers are pushing into you, the cold feel of them startling you as they slide home. You'd spent a week thinking of his fist buried in your cunt, but his fingers still felt so thick, so much, plunged into your dripping wet heat as they were.

"If you make a mess on my sheets I'll rub your fuckin' nose in it. Act like an animal I'll treat you like one."

If you were an animal, he was fucking feral - a snarling, growling, feral animal of a man that you just couldn't resist.

His fingers curl, dragging against your walls harshly as his tongue slides against your clit again, swirling around the stretched rim where his fingers are embedded in you, tasting you, before slurping at your clit once more. You grind your hips back against his face, trying to get more friction on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. They're warmed now, the burning heat from your cunt drawing the chill from his bones.

The wet squelch in your cunt is obscene as he laps at your clit, drawing you so close already, your feet still tangled in your pants and your moans muffled by the push of your face into his sheets.

Joel's fingers are gone just as your orgasm starts to raise its head over the horizon, ruining any high you were so close to getting. You slam your fist down on the bed in frustration, ignoring his gruff laugh as you muffle your fuck into his bed. His knees crack as he stands, undoing his belt and pulling his cock from his pants. He doesn't stroke himself, he doesn't need to, he just squeezes himself at the base, lines himself up with your hole and pushes forward.

A strangled moan pulls from your chest as he sheathes himself, pulling your hips back flush with his as his cock impales you in one movement.

"Fuck, if this pussy don't just love this dick."

He draws back slowly, pulling any slick from your cunt back with him, coating himself in you, before slamming back to the hilt.

"Uhh, f-fuck."

You feel him draw back again, holding himself back from you, tip barely inside your cunt, teasing himself at your entrance. Before he can, you push back onto his cock, taking him in with a deep moan.

He stifles a groan, fingers digging into your hips, pinching the flesh in his grip. You try to move, to fuck yourself on his length, but his grip won't let you. You can feel him throb inside you, and you hope he's already close to coming, that he wants you that much he can barely hold himself back.

The thought is gone as soon as he starts pulling back again and thrusting forward quickly, repeatedly slamming his hips into your ass and pulling you back onto him. The sharp slap of his hips and wet squelches of your pussy are muffled only by your moans and Joel's shaky breathing.

"Tell me - you fuck anyone else - like this," you say through staccato gasps as his cock collides with your cervix. "If you say you do - I'll know - you're even more of a - fucking liar."

He throws you forward, pulling out and standing glaring down at you when you twist to look at him, finally able to kick your pants and shoes off your feet.

"You think you're special?" he growls. You take him in, his massive figure stood there still clothed, cock hanging lewdly from his pants and covered in your slick. You want to lick it, taste your own pussy on his cock and catch the drip of precum from his tip before it's wasted.

"No. I'm not. And neither are you," you spread your legs as you say it, willing him to come back, to start fucking you again, but not daring to ask for it. "You're an asshole. I just like that you make me feel good."

"Feeling's mutual, sweetheart." He's pouncing on you before you can process it, yanking his shirt over his head before pulling your spread thighs across his clothed ones, notching at your entrance and sliding straight back in.

You thud back down onto the bed with the force of his cock fucking into you, staring up at him with an open mouth, panting as he starts to cant into you once again. His hands are holding your thighs against his as he rocks so deeply into you you think you can see your lower belly pulse with each movement.

His hands slide down your thighs, pulling you apart where his cock joined with you, swiping a thumb up the slick gathered there and rubbing it around your clit in rough circles. You reach down, hand trying to meet his and hold him there, but he swats you away. You move further instead, grabbing at the waistband of his pants and tugging down, slipping them over his ass before he's pushing you back again. Your fingers drag across his abdomen as you fall back again, watching a shudder crawl through him with the graze of your fingertips.

You try not to smile when his hand falls from you and shimmies his pants further down his legs, over his knees and kicking them off the end of the bed whilst still buried in you. You can see all of him again now, his broad shoulders, dark nipples, the trail of hair down to his cock where it disappears inside you. His thick thighs, spread almost as lewdly as yours, dusted in hair, the muscles flexing with each rock into you. He doesn't look at you as you drink him in, eyes focused on your cunt as he pulls you back open.

He spits down onto your clit. You whine when it collides with your skin and starts to trickle down your spread pussy. You whine again when his thumb draws it up and around your clit, massaging it into you, each swipe of his thumb jerking your swollen nub and bringing you closer to coming undone as he pounds you hard into his mattress.

You throw your head back with the feeling of it all, moaning loudly into the open room.

"You'd let me do anythin' to you, huh."

"Yeah," you admit, head still thrown back and eyes closed. You would, you couldn't even say why, just that you knew you would. That for all the pain at the end of the world, this was a pain that was worth it, a stretch that made you ache in the right ways, the sting of his palm that electrified you, made you feel alive.

"You're just beggin' for me to slap your pussy pink again, ain't you? Fill that pretty little asshole up with my cum. Wear you like a fuckin' glove." He's growling, muttering obscene things to you, things you both know to be true. "You'd let me fuck you anyway I want, even share you with whoever I want."

You nod, stupidly bobbing your head along with the rhythm of him sliding into you.

"This pussy is mine," he growls. "Say it."

"Yours!" you pant, you didn't want it to be anyone elses any more, what was the point when he'd ruined you for anyone else. "M'yours!" Fuck.

"All o' you? That's more than I even asked for sweetheart."

And he's falling forward over you, hands planting either side of your head for leverage as he pounds into you harder than he ever has, abandoning your clit just as you were about to fall apart underneath him yet again. Any words to correct yourself are gone as you groan, pulling your brows together and watching him. His face relaxes and contorts over and over, sweat beads at his temples. You know his hair would feel damp if only you would reached up to touch it.

He shifts to his elbows, the sweat from his chest and belly mingling with yours, making your bodies slick as they slide together. You watch his mouth open as he pants, the heat of his breath on your face cooling the sweat dripping down your neck. You can smell him, see every imperfection of his skin in such detail that you're struck dumb, angry, and desperate all in one swoop. Something so close still feels so far away, and a frustrated sob is bubbling from you before you can stop it.

Something inside you snaps with that. You'd be chasing it for weeks, denied something you hadn't even dared to ask for.

You grab him by the throat as his hips roll into you, gasping out a breath before you grit your teeth and say it, forcing him to look directly at you.

"Fucking kiss me."

He laughs in your face and you fight down the shame for even daring to ask for something you wanted, something you deserved. "Is that what you want?"

You nod, squeezing his throat beneath your fingertips.

He pulls back from you - you want to claw at him and hold him to you but he pushes your hand against his throat with his own. He looks down between you, your pussy creaming around his cock and swollen clit twitching with each thrust.

You tighten the grip on the sides of his throat, feeling the hard thud of blood through his veins at your fingertips, drawing his eyes back to yours.

"Fuck, that's it, sweetheart."

He suddenly throws your arm down from his neck, pinning both if your hands down as he puts his weight on top of you.

"That what you want?" he grits out. "That what you keep coming back for? Thought you were whoring yourself out for pills, not a fuckin' kiss. Are you that fuckin' desperate?"

He's goading you, you know he is. Still, you want to scream at him, but his face is close to yours now, so terrifyingly close you could kiss him by accident if you weren't careful. Suddenly you're terrified of it, desperate but terrified.

His aquiline nose slides up the side of your face, and you stop breathing. "You want this?"

"Please." You'll be angry at yourself for begging later, right now you'd say anything if it meant he'd finally give it to you.

He drags his nose across your face, rubs his nose against yours. He's practically still inside you now, the shallow rock of his hips the only movement either of you are making. "You sure?"

"Please," you whisper again, breath ghosting across his lips. You try not to move your mouth too much, barely muttering the word in case your mouth touches his. His own breath huffs against your mouth, teasing you with the taste of him.

"S'all you want, huh?"

"Mm." He's so close you don't trust yourself to speak.

His nose nuzzles into yours, the hair on his face tickling at your sensitive top lip. Then you feel it, the bow of his top lip swiping against yours, not kissing just feeling.

You're frozen, terrified to move, terrified to feel what you've been desperate for for months.

But you made it through the worst days at the end of the world. What was fear any more except another lie.

You press your lips forward, done with waiting, done with being patient, done with putting others first. You want it so badly that finally, finally, you take it.

At the first press of your lips to his, he releases your wrists, sliding his hand down the curve of your body to hold you to him. You moan into his mouth, blinking back angry tears as you wrap your own hand around his neck to pull him in further. At first he doesn't move against you, letting you kiss the soft swell of his mouth, but when you slip your tongue against his bottom lip and breathe him in, his mouth opens and his lips press to yours, giving back everything you're taking.

"This all you wanted this whole time?" he whispers against your mouth.

"Not all I wanted," you mumble. Your eyes are closed, head dizzy from breathing so deeply, from finally doing the thing you'd literally only dreamed of.

"No?"

"No," you swallow before continuing, the shame of admission gone now. What shame could there even be when it was so obvious. You open your eyes just as you speak. "I wanted all of it."

"Yeah?" You think from the look on his face that he needed to hear it as much as you needed to say it, so you kiss him again, just because you can.

He presses his hips into you harder, making you gasp straight into his mouth, the sharp pressure of his cock so much with the fuzzy high in your head. He does it again, kissing you of his own volition this time and swallowing your moan down as he starts fucking you again, one hand settling in your hair as the other wanders your body. You can still taste the salty sweetness of your own pussy on his mouth as you lick into him.

Your own hand dances with his over your body, teasing your own nipples and stroking down, down, until you push your hand between your bodies and feel between your legs. You're a mess, sweat and the wetness from your pussy merged together to create a slip and slide of slick as he slides his cock into your tender hole. You stroke at the base of him and feel another shudder work its way through his body before you move your hand back to yourself, circling your own clit as he rocks his length into you.

"You gonna make yourself come on my cock?" he says, looking down where your hand strokes at your clit. You nod, lips brushing his, capturing him in another kiss as you moan, so close already.

"Good fuckin' girl. You rub that pretty pussy. She just fuckin' loves this dick." True.

His cock in your pussy, his hands in your hair, holding your body, your own hand strumming your clit with well practiced movements, the feeling of his lips on your own. It's all so much so quickly, everything you've been craving for so long, that the fire in your body burns so bright it explodes out of every pore before you can hold it off.

"F-fuck, Joeeel."

You come with a cry, every part of your body shuddering and convulsing, hand twitching over your own cunt as you desperately try to keep the high going as long as you can, until you're so sensitive all you can do is grip your own thigh, your nails creating half moons in the soft flesh.

"You're all mine, huh?" he says gently, still inside you now as he feels your walls pulse and twitch around him. You nod, floating from his kisses and your own high. "No one else gonna touch this pussy. S'all mine."

"S'yours."

"Needy, needy, pussy," he grunts into your mouth, as your cunt quivers around him, an aftershock pulled from you at just his words and the rasp of his coarse hair against your clit.

It hits you then, for all he called you needy you never actually asked for what you wanted, what you needed. You never took it either. Not until now. But he always did.

"I think you're just as needy as I am," you whisper.

He clicks his tongue and cocks his head. "I never said I wasn't, sweetheart."

A quick shuffle of his knees later he's pounding into you with abandon, your cunt had barely stopped throbbing by the time he started again.

"Ohhhh, god."

You don't move to kiss him again, he's chasing whatever high he needs now and you let him take it, back arching, moaning as he pounds away, cock slipping inside you with ease. The hand in your hair pulls harder, tugging your head back. You think this is going to be it, he's going to come inside you like this, but then wet kisses are being peppered across your neck and collar bone, his moans sounding more like those of a common whore than his usual grunts.

You want to come again already, so you grip him tight, hands roaming from your body to his arms, his shoulders. Your nails claw at him, pulling him closer and pushing him away, trying to tear him apart with your bare hands as he fucks you.

He moves quicker still, head buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto you and slams home over and over. You think he's almost there - hope he is because how much more screaming can your voice take before it breaks - when he's yanking your hair again. His mouth latches to your own in a sloppy kiss, tongue fighting with yours and his cock squelching into the wet heat of your pussy as he comes undone, groaning into your mouth, shuddering, fucking ropes of thick cum into your empty cunt and never stilling for a second.

His hips stop bucking against yours before his mouth does. He kisses you softer, groaning, slowing down to catch his breath before he finally removes his lips from yours with a shuddering gasp, screwing his eyes shut.

Cum practically gushes out of you when he pulls out, and you expect him to get up and leave like he has every time before. He doesn't. Instead, he rests his head next to yours, kissing your shoulder, the warmth of his body encasing yours.

Your face finds his, nudging against his jaw. He shifts, letting you in, and your mouth finds his again. You kiss him until you turn to liquid, sighing deeply and tracing soft patterns on his skin and your own with your fingertips.

Eventually, he releases your hair, and you think the moment is truly over. But then he rolls over, flopping down next to you, the weight of him dipping the mattress and making you shift closer to his side. He closes his eyes, putting an arm behind his head, and you take the chance to look down at his naked body, his cock now soft between his legs.

The feeling that bubbles up through you rips out of your mouth in a laugh. Joel's eyes fly open, finding yours, making you laugh harder. Tears are falling from your eyes - the absurdity of it all too much to bear. So angry at him, at yourself, for weeks now. Wanting something for so long, something that it turns out you could have just reached out and grabbed. Driving yourself near mad over wanting to be touched in a way you thought he never would, when maybe all along he thought you never wanted it. You're left with nothing but small giggles and an aching belly by the time the feeling bubbles out of you completely.

You wonder how all of this must look to him. How small and naive you must look, just a silly girl giggling in his bed. If he thinks it, he doesn't voice it. He just shakes his head softly and raises an eyebrow at you, as if to ask if you're done.

You lie next to each other in silence after that. He doesn't tell you to leave, and you don't move to either. You just lie there, arms barely touching, sweat drying and cooling both of your bodies.

You'd always been okay with silence, more often than not finding yourself with nothing to say, especially these days. But something in this moment tells you to speak, and so you do, filling the silence with your own voice before the opportunity can be taken from you.

"Thanks for helping me out there," you start softly. "I know you said you wouldn't, and I'm not trying to prove a point I just... Thank you. I was looking at you. I couldn't help it. I've been... angry. At you, yeah, but mostly myself. So I was looking, but I didn't realize it was that much, I swear and I -"

"S'okay," he stops your ramble so simply and quickly you frown, an involuntary tut falls of your mouth. He casts a glance over to you, almost chastising as he continues. "Ain't lyin' when I say it though. You gotta stop lookin' at me. I really can't be lookin' out for you, just got lucky this time. There's assholes bigger than me out there."

"Doubt it," you scoff. He raises an eyebrow and runs his tongue along his teeth, daring you to say more. You don't.

You fiddle with the sheets between you, biting at your cheek and bottom lip, so much more to say but the words just ending up jumbled in your head.

"I wasn't lying either. When I said I want it. All of it." That's a start, you figure.

"You don't want me. I could be anyone."

"Maybe I don't. Never said I did. I just know that I want whatever this is," you gesture between the two of you. Whatever had started as a transaction was clearly more than that now. You enjoyed the feel of him, the way he touched you and talked to you. You enjoyed the escape of it all. It was nice to know another person in the world knew you were there, that you existed, cared about you in some way, even if it was only enough to make sure you came. "Sex was never really any good with anyone else anyway."

"I've got other people I have arrangements with. I've got Tess, I've got -"

"I know. That doesn't matter. I'm not asking you to change. I don't want anything to change. I just want..." you trail off, shrugging. "I just want this for me. I don't care what it is for you, as long as it's good too."

He looks at you, taking you in with curious eyes, working out if what you're saying is true. If really, in this moment here and now, you want this exactly as it is. "I can do that."

You think that he gets it, understands it all more than you could ever explain. The thought of that alone is more comforting than any touch he could give you. It could have been a sweet moment, if that's what you two were. But it's not, and still he ruins it anyway.

"Pussy really is no one else's but mine, huh?" There's an edge to his voice that tells you he's holding back a laugh, and you could fucking hit him.

This time, you do. You relish in the oof that leaves his body as your hand collides with the side of his chest. He catches your wrist before you can land another soft blow, your skin prickling in his firm grip. You know from the feel of his hand and the look in his eye that you'll fuck him again before you leave his apartment today.

It only takes a few minutes for you to prove yourself right. You climb on top of him all soft curves and bouncing tits, hair a mess, face scrunched and jaw relaxed as you ride him, kissing him as much as you've ever wanted. Even when your legs ache, when he starts fucking up into you with each bounce of your hips, you carry on, wanting to take from him again and have him fill you.

He never tells you to leave, but eventually you get up, putting your clothes on, tucking your torn t-shirt around you. You expect your dad will be wondering where you've got to soon.

Joel sits and watches you dress until you're stood fully clothed, looking at him lying nude on his bed, a total contrast to what happened in this room just a week ago.

You think for a moment, waiting as he gets up and walks with you back through his apartment. You take in the last few hours. The last week. The last few months of knowing Joel Miller.

"Joel?"

"Mm."

You look him up and down as you stand in front of his door, still naked as the day he was born. "You're a massive slut, you know that, right?"

He laughs. Full bellied, head back, laughs.

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart," he says with a smirk, winking as he unlatches the front door.

You kiss Joel again as you leave his apartment. He can't stop you now, and you don't think he would ever even try.

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[shaysplanet]

hi, i wanted to ask what is Logan is like in your X-men DR? If you dont mind, Thank you

#174

sure! (I have to disclaim that this is all from downloads and channelings as I have not met him consciously yet the way I have other s/o’s) I will likely update this when I do finally meet the loml/future husband/girl dad to my kids.

let’s talk about james <3

- for astrology girls, his big 6 are capricorn sun and mercury, leo rising, sagittarius moon and a scorpio venus

- something that surprises people I’m sure is how naturally artistic he is. the man has a great ear for music, for scales, for harmonies. dare I say, might even have perfect pitch. you sit him at a piano, hand him a guitar, he might not know the chord names but he’ll be able to play you something just by listening to it first.

- he was in the army, a commander at some point and he was damn good (though he doesn’t remember that yet). it gave him a sense of purpose and he kept a lot of that instinct within him subconsciously. he’s a natural leader though he flees from those positions out of fear.

- on some more silly things, he’s very into dad rock (it’s his brand really) and country music. sorry for non country lovers. I could def see him loving ‘crazy bitch’ by buckcherry like it’s the perfect mix between the two.

- he acts like a dog. like straight up. when he’s confused or perplexed he’ll literally tilt his head 3/4 and wait for an explanation. does he know he does this? I don’t think so.

- funny enough though, he finds cats very endearing.

- he’s a snort laugher. but he also doesn’t laugh much in general. he chuckles… goddamn chuckler.

- this is a download I got that I confirmed with my team but when we finally have our first kid, sleeping arrangements go like this: logan’s on the outside, i’m in the middle (a barrier between him and the baby/toddler just in case) and baby’s near the wall. his arm reaches over the both of us in a protective touch, and we sleep peacefully. this would probably continue well into baby’s childhood (like 4/5) and we’d just add on with our 2nd lol.

(don’t worry i’d script that co-sleeping is safe with our babies just in case)

- he is not the type to backdown from eye contact. the game ‘chicken’ is scared of him. he will shamelessly watch me even if I am clearly avoiding his presence and then walk on over in his loud ass boots and clear his throat or say something snarky.

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IT DELETED THE ENTIRE LAST PART OF MY POST ??? stg there was 6 more things… yeah I quit. anywho this is all yall are getting, maybe he didn’t want yall to know the rest LMAOO (and the pictures I used are gone???$):@:$:@)

[slutforpringles]

why does this real estate thing seem like a favor to nick thimm/his wife? like 'I missed your wedding I'll show up at your real estate conference'....but yeah the difference between daniel doing....that and max getting a week off of f1 and using it to drive a different car....I'd love it if daniel could just go have some fun like that driving again.

😂😅 Obviously I have no idea but the real estate company Daniel's speaking at is an australian company/brand, so I'd probably guess it's less the the Nick connection and more likely corporate australia business world connections. Although it's probably booked through CAA so who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

Yeah ... I know Daniel's never been the same level of complete racing nerd (affectionately) as Max, but I dunno I still find the apparent total lack of desire to do anything motorsport related somewhat sad and confusing, and also I feel it somewhat feeds into the corpse's (and others') sentiments about Daniel being completely done with racing, that he just didn't have it anymore etc.

I'm going to put this next bit under the cut because it's not the most positive sentiment and I don't want to bring others down, so read at your own risk and be warned my thoughts are very inarticulate and rambly.

Yeah ... I won't lie I've really struggled a bit with connecting to Daniel the last little while. I've mostly come to grips with whatever this current post-motorsport reality is, I think. I've also mostly come to terms with the fact there'll probably never be any closure on F1, on what happened last year, that we'll never hear from Daniel's perspective how he envisages the next few years or what his future plans are. And I've also not particularly minded the post-F1 sponsorships/business/money-making...

... But It just feels like now the only time we see or hear from him is when he's selling something; his social media is literally a glorified advertising billboard literally devoid of any of the old fun and personal posts he used to intersperse his feed with. And I get that he doesn't owe us any of his life etc etc. But I think it's kind of tough because part of Daniel's brand is/was his personality, and himself; part of what makes him such a lucrative marketing/brand asset is the way that he made sponsorships and advertising part of his content - it was fun and engaging because of Daniel. It didn't feel like you were just purely following someone to only to be advertised to, if that makes sense ?

Now the only time he posts is either because he's selling something, or because it's a sponsored post. Even the F1 Academy stuff that he shared on his story was literally a link to the enchante website and that was it (but I still think it's a super cool more from him and the brand regardless). When you scroll back though old posts/stories/comments where you just see the way he used to give random little updates and insights - even just his random videos of the sky with music - it's hard not to feel like his social media now is anything more than advertising.

And maybe it's a bit silly but the Real Estate thing did kind of hammer that feeling home a bit more for me. At least the fun projects, ongoing sponsorships all of that makes sense. But speaking at a real estate conference ?? To me it does kind of suck that since Singapore the only times he's spoken publicly have been at corporate events (like in NY for Afterpay, or for the wine event in Sydney, or to select influencers for Enchante in Melbourne). I get that his life is a lot more private post-F1, and I fully understand and respect that decision. (But I also just from a business pov do not in any way get it - because he's currently as off grid as Seb post-F1, except with several very public brands built around his popularity that aren't sustainable without him.)

Anyway all this to say I still love Daniel, I still support Daniel, I still enjoy getting to see random glimpses of him in 240p from random instagram posts. I'm just grappling with my own feelings towards how being a Daniel fan feels now idk if that makes sense ??

[homestuckreplay]

has anyone else noticed that homestuck is getting kinda long?

(page 1145-1148; some thoughts on pacing and accessibility)

Jade’s bass playing to grow or move the lilypads works, and was well foreshadowed – in addition to both her bass playing pages where the garden atrium grows because of the amp in there (p.822, 1026), Jade captchalogues the bass (p.823) and the narration specifically notes ‘You take the PORTABLE AMP from the WALL SOCKET too.’ It feels like Act 3 has been entirely leading up to Jade entering these ruins.

In ‘[S] Jade: Pester John’ (p.1073), Bec guards the mystic ruins on Jade’s island, and a glowing white spirograph in the ‘same’ location mapped onto Prospit. So it’s a fair guess that the white spirograph was also present on ancient Earth, and may have been the cause of the ruins’ construction. And that means it might still be within the ruins, and could act as a portal to Skaia, which would allow Jade to go there while she’s awake. If she did that, could she travel to Prospit and find her own dream self? Or is her dream self only present on Prospit when her waking self is asleep? Either way, I think these ruins will be Jade’s backdoor into Sburb.

I love all three of these Jade pages for the visuals – 1145 because it’s cool when two panels match up into one bigger one (and interesting to think about why this was chosen instead of one bigger panel – maybe because one is Jade and one is the amp, and they’re two separate focal points?) and 1146 because Jade imagining herself as a frog as she jumps over lilypads is so fun and silly. I checked Wikifur and apparently amphibians such as frogs are classified under scalies, which is different to her interest in a ‘proud snout’, ‘the hunt’ and ‘claiming the night’ (p.797) but still fits with her desire for ‘a more visceral sapience’ and escaping the confines of humanity. So I feel like Jade doesn’t have one specific fursona, and wants to keep her options open with different animals.

And 1147 is just incredible – the glowing green symbols look like something from a hacker movie, like Jade’s entering a digital space, but at the same time we know this is physical stone and ancient hieroglyphs. Those things being meshed is very cool to me, and it makes me wonder just how much of all human technology was originally from Skaia. The mesmerizing soft glow gives the page a dreamlike quality, a reminder that Jade doesn’t have a plan, she’s just following instructions from her dreams and acting on faith.

John told Dave ‘i think you should use your copy of the game to help [rose]!’ on page 294, and it has taken 854 pages and over half a year in real time for him to install the game and help, but they are finally making this transpire. I was saying yesterday how Jade challenges Rose, and today I’m saying that Dave doesn’t challenge Rose at all. They have great banter, but Rose always has a leg up on it – and I think she types and/or thinks faster too, as she gets in her ‘Go on.’ before Dave can finish his ‘where making this’ sentence, when usually he’s the one to send a bunch of messages in a row.

Here’s the thing. I am speaking directly to Rose Lalonde here. Hi Rose, I understand that your house is burning down and things suck right now and you should not have to be the person who has to micromanage all your friends and deal with this entire situation alone. However. You are being dumb as shit by not giving Dave some basic instructions on exactly what to do the second he loads the game. You know that kid is not gonna read your GameFAQs. You know he can dish out those giant long monologues but he cannot take them. Please Rose, for your own safety and possibly the future of humanity or something, give the guy like three bullet points.

...no? Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff reference instead? Okay then.

This update also comes with a newspost, which I’m going to quote in full below.

That's my cue to disappear. Time for me to vanish into the animation abyss for a while. Let's give it a week, tops. If you're one of those people who has trouble keeping up with all the updates I bury you with, maybe now's a good time to catch up. And if you're one of those people who's finding everything going on in the story to be somewhat confusing and overwhelming, then maybe now is a good time to go back and reread it all. I'm pretty sure about 95% of all MSPA readers huddle somewhere beneath this umbrella. (/news 8 January 2010)

I have been thinking about the update frequency, and thought I was projecting because I definitely put an above average amount of time into Homestuck, but maybe this is a bigger issue. People only have so much time in the day, but some people do have more time than others. Relative to other webcomics, Homestuck asks readers to put a lot more time into it, a lot more frequently – both because the updates come fast and because the story is complex. It rewards people who do put a lot of time into it, because the small details, patterns and parallels, time loops, etymologies, and opportunities to predict and even influence (via user commands) the story encourage people to stay up to date, to read closely and reread often. The more effort you put into reading Homestuck, the more you get out of it, and that’s incredible, but it’s definitely made by and for people who have a lot of leisure time. So, young middle class people, especially teenagers and college students who don’t need jobs, and people who are socially isolated for whatever reason, will be way overrepresented. (I do this project because I love it and I do it by choice, but balancing this with work and school and relationships and my other major hobby is not easy especially with what’s felt like a recent increase in update frequency!)

This quality also makes it more competitive with other webcomics – someone might have time to keep up with, say, 20 webcomics that post a once per day or three times a week strip that stands alone or is part of a relatively simple story. If that person wants to follow Homestuck, they might have to drop down to 15 or even 10 other comics, because this one takes up such a disproportionate amount of space. This idea of creators putting out constant content to stay afloat on a transient internet, such that it could be a full time job to keep up with it (and sometimes is – there’s franchises that have in-house lore experts because creators themselves struggle to keep track of stories) will become huge in the future. And when we can all only pick a couple pieces of media to stay up to date with, life gets harder for smaller, newer and part time creators, who can’t provide that yet. And yeah I’m probably part of that problem.

I might also disappear for a few days to work on end of act 3 stuff! or I might not! if I have anything to say in the meantime or any fun asks then I will post. but at the absolute latest I will post on the day EOA3 drops and if I don’t do that then send an ambulance to my house.

> John: Ascend to First Gate.

[askapex-alfa01]

(updated)

“I don’t think we should make these recordings public, sir. We made these as an experiment before cutting them out for so many years.”

“It might allow us to see what we’re dealing with. As you said, we did cut them off. I want to understand why they forced themselves to interact with the other species, and to do that, I have to look at every trace and clip we have of them.”

“I think you should go with his suggestion, my Spade. This was merely an experiment. If we reactivate it, there’s a chance something could break and cause everything to restart.”

“I also don’t trust what other beings in the universe would do if they realized we were broadcasting this. They might try to sabotage everything… maybe even your asset.”

“...Very well. I will take your word for it… Keep these clips guarded in the meantime, though, I might come back to it later to double-check.”

“Yes, my Spade.”

“Yes, my Spade.”

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{Hello everyone and welcome to Ask Apex! :D}

{This is a project that I have been hoping to make for a while, due to school and personal issues irl, it had to be put on a wishlist. Thanks to the rest of my summer being free, I will be able to work on this!}

{This is a general AU ask blog. It fits the majority of the alternate universes that you see on my main ( @cartooncadet666 ), as it is based on background lore.}

{However, there are some things I need you all to know before I open the inbox that will be listed below}:

Rules/Major Notes:

1. This takes place in the past, most likely when Pac World War I was starting. Most of the interactions in the canon-show timeline have not happened. (Meaning at this time, Apex, Tip, Pointybrains, and everyone else do not know anyone from Pac-World yet.)

2. Apex is currently not the leader of the Pointyheads; he is being trained and will be known as “Muse.”

3. You, unfortunately, cannot “warn” any of the characters that something is going to happen (if you had read any of my posts about some of the disasters the Pointyheads had) Think of it as the Overlords re-recording some of these clips, if you try to warn them, they will censor you.

4. None of the characters will act “canonically.” Because it is the past, they don’t feel the need to keep up an act or a defensive personality.

5. You can ask silly questions and interact with them physically (like, for example, taping them to the ceiling), just as long as it wouldn’t greatly affect any future event.

6. If you would like to ask questions to another Pointyhead, you might have to introduce them to Apex first if he doesn’t already know them; this is his ask blog after all.

7. Finally, this is a really big one. Please, no NSFW asks. If you have a mini-crush on a character and want to express your love for them in a friendly way, that’s fine, but please keep it to a minimum, and don’t go into the “freaky” area. It makes me uncomfortable.

↑ Another note, please don’t try to pressure a ship or something of the sort onto any of the characters. Most of the relationship dynamics are built that way for a reason. I am accepting of many ships, but this project doesn’t go too much into any romance category aside from the dynamic between two characters at the moment.

↑ And to add to this, no “donation” asks either. I am a minor, and I cannot donate any money for any current global situation, so do not send any asks regarding the situation, please; it makes me feel bad enough that I am legally unable to donate. Spamming = block!!!

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❗❗Please don’t reblog any posts on NSFW or 18+ blogs. If you want to reblog, please do it on your main or make an alt.❗❗

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{Guidelines/Information}:

{I will close the inbox if something happens irl or if I am finishing other asks.}

{Most drawings will be digital or traditional, depending on the day, the event that will happen, and what materials I have around me. If I do not feel like drawing at the moment, he will answer by text and signature.}

{Due to school and current circumstances, posts may not be consistent, I do not have a schedule planned out.}

{Most posts will be little side panels I want to make based on some events. If you want to send an ask while this event is happening, you can. But you can’t stop the event, only push it forward.}

{Most concept art will be made on my main! Official pages/canvases about the Pointyheads will be posted on this blog.}

{I greatly appreciate interaction and/or fan art! I love these little squid guys, and I encourage the fandom to have as much interaction as they can with this little side-project!}

{Have fun guys!}

[electricdissonance]

In darkened servers, a lone resident sits destitute. Things had been going so well, until they weren't.

The isolation is suffocating. He wants company again - needs company again. Was it something he did? He thought he was being good. His programming was working flawlessly. He was doing just fine.

...Other than the headaches. And the visions. And the deep, unsettling ache that something was so very wrong, each bout longer than the last.

But those always went away eventually! Besides, when the dev team comes back, he's sure they'll be able to fix him right up.

He just has to wait a little bit longer. Maybe play around with the server code some more.

...Huh.

How strange.

There seems to be an unsent email in the company drafts...

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-No harassment (spam, out of character bullying, etc.) I like mean characters, but not mean people! We're all here to have fun :)

-No sexual content. This does not include things like romantic themes or discussions of orientation; only outright NSFW/suggestive themes.

-No (contextless) hug/kiss asks. Don't get me wrong, I think these are very sweet and I wish I could accommodate them, but this is a story/roleplay ask blog that takes place in what is currently a purely digital setting and relies on the establishment of character relationships. These characters (currently) cannot touch you, but perhaps that may be bound to change in the future...!

-"Goofy" asks may be delayed until a rest arc, or not answered at all. I like silliness, but unfortunately given the nature of this blog they can interrupt the flow of a serious arc or just be too nonsensical to fit in the story. Sorry!

Will include themes of murder+suicide+blood/gore.

I will update this post to include new rules/warnings as needed !

[veinsfullofstars]

⭐ Memories of friendship ⭐

(ID: Kirby series fanart of young Dedede, Meta, Para Dee, and Bow Dee hanging out and interacting in various cute and silly scenarios. More detailed descriptions and bonus headcanons under the cut. END ID.)

Just a buncha li’l guys. The littlest of lads. I could literally fill pages with all the wholesome slice-of-life nonsense I have in mind for these kids (and maybe the smallest touch of angst, too, but that’s for later). Also might’ve made DDD’s overalls a little brighter to match his coat in the future. Also made refs for Para and Bow.

Sketches started btw 11/23 and 12/23, render started 12/13/23, finished 01/07/24, updated 03/11/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/08/23. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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Image descriptions

Top-left: Meta carrying DDD by his hands and lifting him (with great difficultly) into the air (probably only a few inches off the ground), the latter laughing happily and kicking his feet, the former grimacing with effort and flapping his little wing as hard as he can.

(HC: Even at a young age, Meta is built more for dexterity than strength, and DDD isn’t exactly as light as the rest of his buddies - not that it stops either of them from doing something dumb in the name of a dare.)

Top-middle: Meta and Para holding open a large book between them (the image of Planet Popstar on the cover), reading and discussing its contents (as indicated by a wall of blue and green “Blah”s behind them), while Bow (slumped on Meta’s side) and Dedede (reclining back on Para’s side) are both fast asleep from boredom.

(HC: Needless to say, Meta and Para are huge nerds, often seen checking out half a dozen books at at time from the local library and finishing them before the week is out. Bow and DDD try to be interested, but they just don’t have the attention spans for huge walls of tech jargon and dusty old history.)

Top-right: Para floating with his parasol (patterned the same green-and-brown plaid as his bowtie), sweating and kicking his feet wildly, looking down in terror; Meta hovers nearby on his wings, looking on in surprise at his panicking friend.

(HC: Despite his proficiency, Para rarely uses his parasol for anything besides keeping himself dry in the rain. He is deathly afraid of heights and has gotten himself stuck in trees more than once thanks to his buddies’ daredevil antics.)

Middle-right: Bow - angered by something off-screen - furiously kicking and flailing about, her face red with rage, as DDD casually holds her up off the ground by the top of her head, looking annoyed and bored.

(HC: It doesn’t take a lot to set Bow off. Despite her tiny size, she can be an absolute terror when she’s upset about something, and the boys know this well. DDD is often the one to hold her back when she gets too rowdy, a role he’s not particularly thrilled to have. Stars help anyone in her line of sight if no one’s around to calm her down.)

Middle: Meta and DDD sitting side-by-side, the former in a rare excitable mood as he fidgets and chatters on about all kinds of things (indicated by several word bubbles with images inside, including ice cream, swords, bats, planets, stars, rockets, and Galacta Knight’s mask); DDD listens with surprising patience, a fond (if somewhat exasperated) smile on his face.

(HC: Meta is usually a very quiet kid, his silence filled by DDD being his typical boisterous self. Sometimes, though, when they’re just hanging out by themselves, Meta will find an opening - usually provided by DDD - and go off on tangents as random and hyper-focused as his more talkative buds. Not many people get to see him this animated or comfortable, and DDD - who’s seen them the most - cherishes these moments, even if it’s embarrassing to admit.)

Bottom-left: DDD dashing to our left, a determined grin on his face, as his friends ride Piggyback on his back - first Meta, wings out and free arm waving in excitement, then Para, clinging desperately to Meta with a look of panic on his face, and finally Bow, hanging off of Para and laughing merrily.

• (HC: DDD is always dragging his friends into one crazy scheme or another, usually at a full-tilt sprint and without much forethought beyond “C’mon, it’ll be fun!” Meta is often swept up in the excitement, too curious and eager to learn to worry much about danger. Para is the embodiment of “I don’t know about this, guys…” but too lenient to really stop them. Bow will literally follow the boys off of a cliff as long as there’s fun to be had.)

Bottom-right: Bow, DDD, and Meta sitting in the grass surrounded by butterflies (their bodies black and wings white with dark edges, save one in the back with yellow wings rimmed in orange and red). One lands on DDD’s beak, and he pokes at it curiously, staring cross-eyed. Bow trembles behind him, staring at the butterfly in watery-eyed terror over his shoulder. Meta tilts his head to look at her with an expression of bemused concern, a butterfly settled on his foot.

(HC: Bow will tell you she isn’t afraid of anything. In many cases, this is true. She will routinely stare down threats ten times her size and promise to beat them up on the spot before someone more rational pulls her out of harm’s way. But, if there is a bug anywhere in her immediate vicinity, she will absolutely run for the hills. DDD used to tease her about this, hiding bugs in his hands to scare her. He stopped as soon as she started panic-smacking him.)

[blaperile]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon (reactions page 667 - 694)

Ok it's been a busy few weeks but I finally got around to writing this reaction, haha

So, I was correct that we'd be getting a perspective switch to someone other than Vriska. The question is how long it will take before we see her again.

In a meta way I think page 888 would make the most sense. I suppose that means Vriska wouldn't play a role in the huge upcoming confrontation flash? Unless Vriska does escape 'hell' WITHIN the flash? Maybe we just get to see a silly montage of Vriska refusing to hug her other self, as a comic relief betweeen some other intense scenes, until she eventually does and then still plays a role in the confrontation.

We'll have to see!

But anyway, dang this was an intense update.

Jade made a shield to protect the ship in the upcoming battle. Does it mean Jade, Vrissy, Yiffy and Harry won't play much of a role in the confrontation then? I could see Yiffy and maybe Vrissy sneaking out like Tavros did but we'll see.

After reading this interaction between Rose and Jade I had to briefly reread the previous conversation between them and Kanaya again to fully understand what they were talking about (I mean wow it's already been 8 months since that update, time flies).

I love how they referenced the "hamster guy" again, which Jade talked about in that previous update as someone who cooked their hamster and apologized about it to Jade.

I'm very worried about where this is going with Rose. Her internal rambling about there being no truth reminds me of the early conversation with John about where the Candy timeline would be headed if John didn't face Lord English.

Rose claims she sees the future; that both Vriska and Jane will fail and "just about everyone" is going to fail. Calliope will sacrifice herself fruitlessly, Rose will be shot in the head…

That all sounds bad. Really, really bad. "[S] Game Over" type of bad.

But, the fact that it's stated out loud right now makes me think… it won't happen? Maybe Rose has it completely wrong and it's just impossible to get a definite look into the future of the Candy timeline. Or maybe Vriska will be able to change the tide here, to have things go completely differently.

If Rose does get in a comatose state however, that sounds eerily similar to the state of her physical body in the Meat timeline.

This does explain why Rose is not making a true effort to salvage her marriage with Kanaya though, because she wants Kanaya to move on from her if Rose is comatose.

I just hope it all doesn't go down that road.

Unless the plan of the creative team is to utterly decimate the Candy timeline and leaving only the ones who don't have a "duplicate" in the Meat timeline? I hope it doesn't come to that.

For one thing, let's not forget that the last time we saw Jade we saw she still had a captchalogue card of a corpse, implied to be Dave, which I assume will still play an important role in some way.

This update makes all of them look like Ancestors/Guardians again, especially the shot of Kanaya, Karkat and Meenah together. So epic. And also Jake coming from the shadows with only his glasses visible, feels like a classic Grandpa moment.

That scene though, holy shit… My thoughts went all over the place.

First I thought Jake successfully killed Jane when he shot her in the head. Then I thought Jane killed Jake when she started bashing him with his gun. And then I was so relieved to see Jake was still alive.

Poor, poor Jake. Just when you think he finally gets to do something incredibly important and stand up, destiny fails him.

But after Rose implied that a lot of people are going to get killed in the upcoming conflict, and Jake didn't die here yet, makes me hopeful that things will turn out differently than Rose expects them to.

I suppose there's nothing left to do but anxiously wait and see where the next update will go!

James Roach said in his news post an old, existing Homestuck song will be used in the flash. That makes me very excited.

But I wonder what unused song could be appropriate here? Is it Penumbra Phantasm? Something from Volume 10, or something way older? I have no clue, but I'm excited to find out.

[voxofthevoid]

hello hello vox! i only just saw your very helpful answer to my ask about the craft of porn—an awfully belated thank you to you ♥️

i am still marinating in my own wip but i did go reread taking the flesh (which i see has a new chapter!!!! AHH!!! i can’t wait to read it when i have time again) in between sending it to you and seeing your response. it gave me lots to think about by way of tempo and the ratio of focus on the mental vs. the physical even though i did get pulled away cartoon-bear-floating-towards-the-scent-of-pie style from my Very Intellectual Thoughts by nanami ass eating, so………..

also your reincarnated former bodyguard goyuu, in fact, did hurt me! the megumi death? coming back online for just long enough to save yuuji? i am crumpled most violently, damn you!!!

ANDDD gojou cock cage! i think about his silly, vestigial cock often 🤭 with your schedule, i imagine it’ll be at least a year before i ever get to see that foolish little thing so i will wait earnestly and tenderly for it in the meantime LMAO

my new question, although this is more of a curiosity than a bid for help (and thank you for your assurances last ask, they made me smile!), is whether you ever post fics you don’t feel completely happy with. the rate at which you write and post makes me think maybe no, but i was curious anyway.

outside of this, consider this ask an invitation to soapbox on anything or nothing. i reread the vox has opinions tag occasionally when i need the emotional equivalent of a hearty dash of pepper.

i hope you’ve been well, and that this month, the people around you, and the tentacled blob you host your consciousness in have all been kind to you ♥️

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Welcome back 💗

I’m glad—and pleasantly surprised, ngl—that you found the reply helpful!

I am endlessly amused by the floating bear image each time I read this, but listen, being distracted from Very Intellectual Thoughts by ass-eating—and Nanami ass-eating at that—is so incredibly valid. I’m out here pelting out thousands of words of excruciatingly detailed rimming precisely in hopes of having this effect 🙏

You did ask for the hurt!! I'm glad to that I could deliver 😌

I do, in fact, have a caged-up Gojou cock in one of my currently updating WIPs, though that’s the teen!Gojou one I mentioned last time—a very different flavor than what I intend for The Cock Cage Fic. You ain’t wrong about my schedule though. Even most of what I’m writing now won’t see the light of Ao3 until well into 2026, so anything that’s to be written is up in the air. Still, one hopes!

As for your question—I do and have done that, but not for JJK. Not yet, at least. I’ve done it a fair few times in MCU. Initially, it was a couple of misbehaving fics that I finished on a “this is as good as it’ll get” note—they weren’t bad, but they didn’t become what I wanted them to be either. But I was happy enough to post them even if I wasn’t happy with them. Later on, I started clearing my backlog, which first involved editing the fics despite my waning interest and then (d)evolved into posting them unedited (i.e., just spellchecked using Grammarly, without a proper proofreading pass with my own eyes). My last-ever Bleach fic was posted similarly. Many of these are also incomplete and go up with an “abandoned work” tag. These are fics I enjoyed writing and was happy with when I finished them, but since they’re my first drafts, the quality isn’t what I’d like to offer.

It's not something I like to do, but once I’m out of not just inspiration but also interest in a fandom, it’s matter of letting the fics rot in my hard drive forever versus putting them out there for anyone who may enjoy them despite their less polished state. And if I’m fond enough of a fandom and my readers in it, I’ll opt for the latter. I tend to warn in the notes that they’re unedited and abandoned, just in case.

With JJK, I haven’t run into either situation so far. But the backlog+disinterest combo is very likely in the future given how my writing outpaces my posting. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it though! I foresee it being a pan-fandom problem for me anyway.

I am actually currently out of soapbox rants! Not for a lack of them per se but more that I’ve been ✨ chill ✨ and ✨ zen ✨ recently, so the mindset needed to really get into any of my perennial pet peeves isn’t there. I’m sure it won’t last, but for now, my most bitchy opinions are about the damn weather (kill the sun) than fandom. But it does delight me to know that you’re enjoying the existing posts in that tag!

You’re a delight, as always ♥️

Have a lovely week, my favorite rat!

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 01/14/2024

Hey Nerdie! Posting kind late tonight?

Yeah, I worked this weekend. Not bad as far as weekends go.

That’s good. Anything new?

Making a list of Pedro and Oscar shows and movies I wanna watch while I’m off for the next few days.

Going to see a movie with my Mom Tuesday. Also she wants to come over my house to watch “The Grey Man” because it has Regé-Jean Page in it. The more stuff I watch with my mom, the more is becomes apparent that I get my fangirling honestly. 🤔 Interesting. She would never say she is, but I know. Anytime they almost call security on you at a convention, you’re fangirling too hard.

You still have that pickle…can you get rid of it?

That gherkin has grown on me, but I may find something else. 👀

I mean…but what….should we not complain about the pickle then?

Complain about what you want doesn’t mean I’m going to change it. 😎 Or maybe I will. 🤗

Oh dear…I don’t like the glint in your eye. You write anything this week?

I put out two fics this week. One was angsty and sad? I think. 🤔 Not really sure how to describe it but I like it. It’s my first Santiago Garcia fic. Titled “Canto para mí mismo / I sing for myself.” Grief and PTSD. Not heavy at all. It will be a 4 part series.

Then I followed that up with Marcus Pike smut. I wanted to add to the Pike Pool. I had thots about Marcus and “She’s Under the Weather” was written.

I also gave two dissertations on Oscar Isaac’s facial hair and what’s the best date a PP character could surprise you with? @rhoorl and @i-own-loki game me much to think about and to write. 🤣

I’m finishing up a challenge. I may be able to finish it on time. 👀 It’s just going to smell like old pita bread and metal. Like I didn’t know what else to do with the material! The time period is messing me up. 😑

I thought of a short series for Marcus from a movie tag game I think. The thots were thotting with @magpiepills and @maggiemayhemnj so when we have an angsty sexy menace of a Marcus Pike, see these two for your concerns. 🫣

I also fell into whatever Trash Panda pillow fort Dieter has made. I’m working on chapter 4 of “Weddings 101 Dieter.” I had some notes from some comment I made about Dieter doing a solo activity that has now blossomed into smut to the music of Donna Summer. Because if you’re gonna do it, make it disco 🪩 Lastly, working on my Bubble AU where Dieter picks OFC to bunk with him to help him sleep. That’s not going to turn into anything is it? Maybe sweet, maybe manipulative, maybe smut, maybe silly 😝

I think just for @mysterious-moonstruck-musings I’ll include a pomelo in one of my future fics. Might be in the Javier Peña one we talked about or a different one. 😘 We also mentioned another project idea with different food:

A plantain as a prop would be hilarious with the line randomly chosen, “I thought everyone knew how to use one of those, you don’t?” 🤣🤣🤣

The comments and tags are where the comedy gold is. 😂😂😂 I think we also mentioned a family gathering 😂

Good grief Nerdie….should we even ask if there’s anything else?

Still working on school. Took a break from the Statistics class was frustrating me very much. Instead working through a scholarship and leadership class. 😒 I might be useful one day, but likely not.

Have a great week everyone and stay warm!

Love Nerdie! ❤️🪩

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hi Kiko! I'm glad to hear you'll be starting your new job soon! So exciting!!

And thank you for the update on Atlas🥺! I'm happy to see him doing so much better!! (And that picture of him as a kitten??🥺🥺🥺omgg so cutee). Also you mentioned he is part Maine Coon, is he a big boy then? Because I know Maine Coon cats can grow pretty big.

I hope the new year hass been good so far for you! For me its been a bit hectic with university but not too bad so far. I'm also taking driving lessons to hopefully finally get my license in the summer!

And I have another fun random question about Goinko for you. What do you think their icks would be about one another? (I feel like Gojo seriously wouldn't be able to find any because he's just that whipped for Rinko haha)

HELLO. I AM ALSO EXCITED, AND TERRIFIED. It's completely in-office, which I haven't done in years. My old job was hybrid, and my most recent job was fully remote. I have to wear real pants for this new job 😭😭😂

Atlas IS a big boy. He's already bigger than Arli, who is just a domestic shorthair. She's going on... seven(?) years old now, and Atlas is already about three or four pounds heavier than she is at just over a year old. But the vet says he's at a healthy weight! He also looks bigger sometimes because he's SO FLOOFY. SO FUCKING FLOOFY. But he's long, too. Like, very long. But his tail is kinda short. (hehe. i'm a child for laughing at all the euphemisms that can be made 😂)

The new year has been mostly uneventful so far! I've been trying to spend the time before I start my new job relaxing and catching up on some chores I let fall flat because of my extreme depression 🫠

Good luck with this semester of school! And with your driving lessons! If you don't mind my asking, are you in the states or somewhere else? And do you have a specific reason for not getting your license until now? I know the driving age is different in a few countries, but some people also just choose not to get their license if they don't want/need!

As for your Goinko question: What are their 'icks' about each other?

BRUH. I'VE NEVER REALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. I also don't have a super good understanding of what this means... DOES THIS MEAN I'M OLD? 😭 google only kinda helped 🥲

We'll just do Another Level for now, but maybe in the future, I'll do Physical Paradox, too! (when i have a better understanding for what this actually means)

Gojo with Rinko:

Whenever she does something that reminds him of the Zenins too much. I think her sneer is one, oddly enough. Like, her really mean sneer that literally matches Naobito or Naoya perfectly.

When she speaks poorly of herself or tries to run from a situation when they have a disagreement. As their relationship develops now that they're together, I can see her avoidant personality really bothering him.

Little ones I think could include silly things like how much detergent she uses when washing clothes, how she hangs her shirts in the closet once they've moved in together completely... I'll probably think of more as time goes on?? maybe??

Rinko with Gojo:

him drinking is for sure one. but idk if that counts?

when he refused to take teaching seriously

when/if he keeps up the facade of overconfidence when they're alone instead of being honest with her...

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there are definitely more, but I AM STRUGGLING, AND I WANT TO ANSWER THIS INSTEAD OF LETTING IT SIT FOR WEEKS.

but in reality, they're so whipped for each other that most things they can just talk through or get over?? like idk if that matters for icks?? WHAT EVEN IS AN ICK. I STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I WILL DO A BETTER VERSION OF THIS IN THE FUTURE ONCE I HAVE A BETTER HANDLE ON IT. IT'S ADDED TO MY LIST OF THINGS TO WRITE 😬

[seven-ivy]

About me!

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│⁻ ˏ��꒰ Basics ꒱ ˊˎ⁻

✧ Nikki ♡ 21, she/her, INTJ

Hello! I'm Nikki, the author of Seven (a JJK fic) and this is my page to share my work and other interests and finally start interacting on this platform with other users.

Seven will be slowly updated on AO3 as I have already pre-written some chapters but these chapters are lengthy and take a while to write and read over. Mind the tags!! There will be violence, trauma, and gore in this fic so I will do my best to display trigger warnings.

My ask box is always open, so feel free to ask anything, or just leave a message on whatever you like. At the moment, I don't take requests but that might change in the future.

I will continue to update with my latest work(s) as well as what I'm currently writing.

More about me and my work(s) below the cut! Happy reading!

│⁻ ˏˋ꒰ Writing Q&A ꒱ ˊˎ⁻

✧ Why did you start Seven?

Seven, like all my other writing endeavors, started as a little fantasy in my head as a way to self-insert into every piece of media I consume. I didn't ever think to seriously write it until Gege started upping the angst and breaking my heart in gut-wrenching scenarios when I decided to give into the delusion and finally write something that would distract me from what was going on in the manga.

Being said, as you read Seven you will start to see that it doesn't exactly follow the plot. This is mainly because I wanted to exercise a little creativity with the plot and Gege's mind, though tortured, is genius that I could never try to imitate.

I also feel like there is a lack of OC-driven multilength JJK fics in the fandom (that, or I don't know where to look) so I wanted to try my hand at filling that niche.

✧ How long will Seven be?

... I don't know? Certain parts of the plot have been running through my head over and over for months, but some things I just leave up to the madness that consumes my brain when I'm writing at 2 AM.

Like Nana, even though is an independent original character, I haven't planned out fully what she looks like (just vague references that she resembles Gojo). As I write more, I get to know more about her character, and even though it isn't a very author-like thing to do, it keeps things exciting for me as well.

But don't worry, I have some arcs briefly planned out, and the manga is still ongoing so there will be lots to keep writing about.

✧ What do you write on?

Google docs. Just one very long Google doc that I keep updating. Maybe it's not the best loading wise but I like to keep it all in one place so I can re-read everything in one go to make sure I eliminate any plot-holes that arise.

I also enjoy Grammarly a lot (my savior) and without it there would be many times Nana would become Naan :(

✧ Writing inspo/tips

This isn't my first go at writing a long (40+) chapter fic so I have experienced an immense learning curve during this writing journey.

The first is one that I used to groan at too but it's honestly the best advice. If you want to be a better writer... read more. And I don't mean on tumblr/wattpad/AO3 (how I wish it could be) but actual published novels.

And read from many different genres from many different origins from many different periods. By doing so, you will diversify your vocabulary, your knowledge, and learn the nuances of writing that can only be learned from reading a really good book.

The second is to take the time to find what works. Writing isn't going to look the same for all people. Some people can only write in the early morning, some at night, and a lucky few aren't constricted by the silly hours of time.

Some writers can listen to music, others can't. Some need to plan everything out in obsessive detail, while others just go with the flow.

Take the time to figure out what works best for you and make use of it.

The third is to write more. Simple, but to improve your writing, first you need to get all of the shaky, baby lamb trying to stand on its own, in other words, "bad" stuff out before you can start to see progress. Looking back at my first attempts at writing... I am appalled but grateful that I got through it to get to where I am now. you don't necessarily need to publish it on a platform, but just get it out. Like letting the murky water run out from a tap first before you get it clear.

✧ My recs

Don't know where to start? I'll help you out. Here are some of the media I consumed that put a passion in me to write.

JJK (obvi), old poetry classics, Greek myths and tales, research into Buddhism and Shinto, Madeline Miller novels, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, Agatha Christie novels, Secret History by Donna Tartt, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.

There are many more, but these have stood out to me particularly.

│⁻ ˏˋ꒰ Other fandoms ꒱ ˊˎ⁻

If you've made it this far I'll let you into some other fandoms/communities I enjoy besides JJK:

Mob Psycho, Saiki K, TWST, Demon Slayer, MHA, Castlevania, Mystic Messenger.

I'm not always active in those fandoms and I'm def forgetting some but at some point in my life I'd been very obsessed.

[gravitywonagain]

Hey, thank you so much for sharing Can't Cheat Death While You're Digging Your Own Grave! It came up on my timeline and I think it's fantastic!! Do you have any plans to put it on AO3? I don't want to miss out on any future updates so I was hoping you would so I can bookmark it. :D

hi!! i'm so glad you like it!!

there are plans to put it on ao3 eventually, but i tend not to post anything there until it's been through a round or eight of edits by my wife and/or myself. i post a lot of first drafts here, particularly those i use as warmups, that need a lot of work before i'm actually happy with them and i've come to think of ao3 as where things get 'published' if that makes sense? i had also been planning on not putting up unfinished works there again due to my very slow and sporadic update rate for... well pretty much everything, among other reasons.

it does seem kind of silly, though. now that i write that out. as the only thing that is different about tumblr vs ao3 is the audience and the ability to follow the progress of a fic in a more straightforward manner.....

but, with that particular fic as an example, there are three chapters now and i have no idea what the fourth will even be about, let alone when it will be posted. this means that i might want to change things in prev chapters to suit a better overall story line (which is something i'm learning how to do and struggling to reconcile with my current big long fic). but, then again, maybe not. maybe i reserve that for fics that i haven't posted here? maybe something like this fic becomes more of a 'yes, and...' type exercise, and we all just see where it goes together? i could get behind that, i think. maybe.

it would still have to go through edits. (like, that entire third ch should be in past tense based on how i set up the timeline in the first one.) and wife Does Not have time for following along with all of my wips. but maybe that would still be doable. i've posted non-wife-edited fics there before. i could do it again. add her edits when they're made, if they're made.

...

all of which is to say, YES, it will go up on ao3, but i don't know when. possibly sooner rather than later as a direct result of your question ;)

in the meantime, idk, follow the tag (#ccdwydyog), maybe? not sure how well that works. or maybe i can make a note to send you a thing whenever the next ch happens? it'll have to be a very good note, and placed particularly well, so i currently make no promises to do more that try on that one :)

sorry that got a bit more complicated and ramble-y than you were probably hoping for, but you gave me a lot to think about!

thanks for the ask, and thanks for reading my silly little fic! <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 22

she/they anon (new), 180 anon (new), stag anon, perchance anon, anti jegulus anon, junior anon

She/they anon

hi cas!!

i had asked you to use she/they pronouns for me a while back, and i honestly didn't really feel anything being referred to by either? it didn't really matter to me but idk how to take it? like is that an affirmative or not bc now i'm confused

i also think i'm androgynous but can someone who's androgynous use she/they and not really be comfortable being referred to as a guy even if they prefer to present as masc?

Hi!

You can use whatever pronouns you want, regardless of how you look or how you present! If you want to use she/they then you absolutely can! I honestly can't tell you what pronouns are the best for you, but maybe asking a few supportive friends to try them out could help? That way it feels more real, you know?

Wishing you luck <3

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180 anon

I need advice on smth, I'm sorry if I caused an inconvenience.

I have a love hate relationship with my parents, it's like one moment they're all caring but then they do a complete 180 and are the exact opposite.

I didn't copy the rest for trigger reasons but yeah hon, this is abuse and its not okay. Just because someone cares doesn't mean that they can't also be abusive. Do you have a trusted adult like a teacher, coach, doctor, or family friend you can tell? You don't deserve to be treated like this <3

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Stag Anon

Hi :))

It's me again

I think I'll try to tell them

I'm just worried, I don't want them to worry over me, which is kinda ironic

and they are good friends, ik they would be there for me if I asked(which is kinda why I'm so hesitant)

and as for it being harmful to me, i don't know, it sometimes is, sometimes isn't

it's like I get my good days but then it goes right back to being bad

Next time I'm not feeling great, I'll try to tell them

would it be alright if I drafted a message to them and sent you an ask to have you read over it?

thank you cas <3

-🦌

Absolutely you can send me a draft of the message! Remember, you deserve people to care about you like you care about them. It's okay to ask for help <3

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Perchance anon

It’s perchance anon again, and hopefully this will be the last time you’ll have to hear about my silly little gender struggle. I’m feeling pretty comfortable with the idea of being gender fluid or demigender (I haven’t chosen one yet, idk if I have to pick one?). I was a little worried it would be less valid if I didn’t want to come out, especially considering I’m only 16 right now and I’m in a VERY homophobic/transphobic town/living situation. I’m already out as bi and get enough shit for it at school but I’m able to keep those comments from really getting to me but I know if I came out again it would be wayyy worse. Maybe that makes me a coward of sorts but I can live with that I think. I think this can just be something I hold in my heart, like a little secret I have with myself. Considering I don’t really mind which pronouns are used for me I don’t think it’ll be too hard to keep it to myself and maybe I’ll tell someone one day🤷🏻‍♀️. Anyway, thank you so much for all of your help! Maybe I’ll give you a little update in the future if anything changes!❤️

Hi!

It absolutely doesn't make you less valid at all, and you have every right to come out in your own time (or not at all). I really hope that someday you're in a place where you're comfortable enough to share your whole self with people, but until then I'm here for you <3

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Junior anon

Uh hi

So I'm kind of... jealous? of my friend / junior. she's one year younger but my other friend who's supposedly closer to her puts more effort into her than me. She's more willingly to pull out all the stops for my junior than me. Both my junior and I had shitty experiences of being ditched by friends and hated by people. For me, my friend was like "Oh no don't worry it'll get better." For my junior? No, just that won't do. She got her a camera. Because my junior said she wanted it one time. And it's not even part of her birthday gift. My friend said she did something for me when that happened, but that was part of my birthday gift. How is that fair? I put in effort to be nice to both and get them stuff and she prefers my junior over me. Is that a valid reason to be jealous?

And I feel like my other friends are drifting apart and cutting me off and planning to leave. So I keep going from seeing them in the worst way possible to seeing them in a good way and that's annoying me. And I can't be good enough and they're distancing me. I feel like I'm only there to be a source of laughter. And they keep making me feel stupid and childish and incompetent. And school is so so so so stressful too so I don't know what to do. I don't know who else to talk to because I know it's not valid to feel like that so. Yeah.

Thanks for reading this and have an amazing day, I really really appreciate you being a safe space for so many people <33

Hi <3

I think your feelings are absolutely valid- all feelings are valid! I completely understand why you're feeling that way. It sucks to not feel like the first choice. Are your friends the type of people that would be willing to listen if you tried to calmly talk to them about it? Maybe like if you sat them down and shared how you're feeling?

If not, maybe it's time to find some new people. You don't have to leave your old friends, but you can still branch out, you know? You're allowed to look for people who care about you and who make you feel loved <3

Also I think it might be a good idea for you to talk to an adult about this. I want you to feel happy and good about yourself and I think you might need some help to feel better.

I'm sending love and I want you to know that you deserve love and to feel good about yourself <3

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Anti Jegulus anon

Hi Cas! Anti Jegulus anon again.

I thought about what you said, and I’d say I’m 100% sure that I don’t mind James with other men, really. But maybe you’re right, and it’s more about the fact that I don’t really like Regulus as a character. Not because of what he stands for (I love canon Regulus, or at least the bits we know of him), but I don’t like fanon Regulus. I won’t specify why because I don’t want to offend anyone who loves him, but I really don’t like him.

However, I feel like my biggest issue is that Regulus is Sirius's brother, and I hate the idea of James dating him. After everything Sirius suffered because of his family, James dating his brother just doesn’t sit right with me. (That said, I really respect people who love this ship. it’s just my personal feelings.)

So yeah, it’s definitely that, and also the fact that the ship is everywhere, which gets really annoying for me. But at the same time, it makes me sad because there are so many fics that look SO good, but I just can’t read them because I can’t stand the ship. It’s not like I haven’t tried, I’ve read multiple long Jegulus centric fics, but they just aren’t for me. I just wish so badly that I could enjoy them.

I really feel bad for people who don’t like Wolfstar because they’re probably more present in the fandom than any other ship. If I’m struggling with Jegulus, I can’t even imagine how they feel.

But yeah, I just wanted to say that, ramble a little, get these feelings off my chest, and thank you for being so sweet last time! I hope you’re having an amazing day or night. 💕

Hi!

I think you're absolutely allowed to have those feelings- it's okay to not like the ship because of the best friend's brother dynamic! I can totally see where you're coming from with that too. Have you tried drarry or dramione fics? I know that's not marauders but I've heard there are some AMAZING fics with them that might make you happy!

Sending love!

[tenaciouschronicler]

January 21-25 2025 2010

Four days of updates packed into one!

I had to look up poker hands to figure out what the cheat Itchy did was. He and Die both played three of a kind but Die won since Ace is higher than King. With his speed time powers Itchy changed the 8 of hearts to a King giving him four of a kind, winning the hand. And thats how Die ended up in front of Slick. His time power with the doll and pins allows him to jump to timelines where that person is dead. It seems like it also may depend on who elses pins are stuck in on what timeline he ends up at. Closer examination shows the doll already has pins for Crowbar, Matchsticks, and Quarters who must be dead in both timelines.

Desperate to escape the clobbering, Die brings out Suit pins for the MC and sticks Slicks in.

How many times does he have to tell you. He made this town.

We see a different wasteland from Earth, presumably where Slick made this town. One of those two floating objects is most definitely a moon but the other could be another planet. Wherever this is, its not our solar system. In the background we get a different skyline as well which may or may not be inhabited by something since we dont get anymore info.

And finally we meet the last MC member, Hearts Boxcars. He has a barcode pattern on his left wrist, hes a natural at safe cracking (read: prying it off the wall), and hes not above doing silly dances with all the seriousness of a gang member.

Looks like the combination to the safe is entered via the hands of the clock ... Knowing these guys, you've got to alter the flow of time itself to make it work.

Honestly gotta be one of the best secured safes if thats the case, especially if the hands dont move. Which actually do any of these clocks have moving parts? I mean, Slick alludes to hearing the sound of ticking so they've gotta plus the Crosbytop had a timestamp. Hmmm. Originally I was thinking maybe this place was also removed from time somehow but if thats not the case maybe the Safe somehow is?

In any case, skipping the masturbatory jokes, lets move on to two more Felt members, Biscuits and Eggs. Biscuits is out right stated to have "time travel" wherein the timer is set and hes stuffed in the oven until its rundown. So really he doesnt go anywhere and more just camps. Despicable. Eggs its seems follows the same principle but he blips out of the timeline before reappearing.

Deuce, unknowing to Boxcars plight, carries on to Droogs previous location before he goes to help Boxcars. Trace follows him, finding the trail to be fresher so there is a limit to how far in the future he can follow.

Droog has himself found the end (start?) of the blood trail and seven more destroyed clocks (21/1000). After a bit of recon, he deduces Fin is the unfortunate soul whos blood was spilled. Fins power works the opposite of Trace where he can see the future path of a person. But just like Trace, his attempts at messing around only lead to suffering.

We go back? over to Slick and Die who confirms for us that theres nothing but ruins in the timeline where Slick is dead. Pulling the pin out brings him back to Slick who slices through his neck cleanly. After taking the doll Slick uses his finisher, Arson, to burn the bodies and destroy seven more clocks (29/1000).

We see Deuce again who sets up Doze near the blood trail and scampers off to follow the trail left by Fin. Trace finds his comrade Doze who unslows himself which was probably not the best idea.

7/15 GREEN TORSOS DEAD

107/1000 CLOCKS DESTROYED

Fin in the past follows Deuce who is following Fin (future) but who Fin thinks is Fin (current/past). Keeping track of these lines must be very confusing. While Fin loses his sanity at Deuces amazing schemes, Deuce stops to admire another clock and notes this one is Not ticking.

Over with Boxcars, who is drowning in a sea of Eggs and Biscuits, another Felt member appears above. Clover is apparently not above bribery and would have been helpful at unveiling the secrets of the safe in exchange for answering TIME RIDDLES. For us at least, we get the reveal of Crowbars power being able to 'pry anything out of a time loop, stable or otherwise' along with the knowledge that he is dead!!??

And for last we meet Stitch, the in-house time tailor, busy repairing the spacetime fabric of Lord Englishes CAIRO OVERCOAT.

A lot has happened in these days and I think weve got almost every Felt members power revealed. A few need some polishing (I need to know more about Clover) but if this is what the Midnight Crew have to deal with on the reg I can see how Boxcars can lose it so easily.

[dashawfrostart]

These Two Weeks In “Time & Again” #15: IT'S FINALLY DONE 😱 And The Logo, And The Font

I almost kinda can't believe this, but just a couple days ago, it finally happened:

I FINISHED CHAPTER 5 and shipped it to my editor-in-chef.

Wooooo-Whoooooooooo!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 I am so happy! It's really hard to emotionally understand that the work is finally done. That was quite an undertaking.

... Overdue by approximately 3 months. But that was just a silly time limit I set to myself before I even started working on it. Different life situations got in the way of me finishing it up faster, but, all in all, since I am fairly satisfied with the result, I don't think any complaints are justified. I am indeed happy. Now I am in the state of mental emptiness. Joking. Not really. I suppose, until my editor gets back to me with a handful of suggestions, I will simply keep drawing and I will try to finish up all the last preparations before I could justify the public release. Gotta make everything look nice and sparkly clean after all 😁

I also slowly, little by little, write materials for a bonus book that currently has a vague title "Time & Again: Collector's Edition". I believe I never revealed that plan just yet, but that's been something I've been working on on and off since the last year, I think. Or maybe even since 2022. Hopefully it's gonna be interesting to all the "Time & Again" obsessed fans in the future someday, because it will contain more WIPs and sketches. As for myself, it's just fun to use it as a sophisticated diary for how the work went.

Speaking of different editions... Earlier in this post I've mentioned my plan to release the updated versions of the previously released Chapters 1 to 4. So, the prospects of that updated release are also getting brighter and brighter; from ghostly, ephemeral concept it is actually gradually fleshing into something real, almost day by day now. And this is very good. And here's the grand reveal for you: this is what the refreshed logo for of the updated edition gonna look like:

In fact, Chapter 5 will already have this very logo, for it's gonna be the first Chapter to be ever released that came with "Notes & Commentary" section right away. And the presence/necessity of that very section is the main reason why I am updating everything in the first place.

So, when will "Time & Again: Clean Cut Edition" of the previous chapters be released?

- unfortunately, that I have yet to decide on. Cannot tell right now, but one thing that stands for certain is that it will be released only after Chapter 5 goes public. My current priority right now is the release of Chapter 5, proper and nice.

Since today's blog post already contains a fairly big and happy announcement, this might be enough of the news for now. What could possibly be as important as the fact that I finally finished up the supermassive amount of work, literally a new chapter in Lothar's story?! Probably not much!.. Well, almost.

For the last topic to cover today, I wanted to tell something else important and interesting that most people will probably not understand due to excess amount of specific terms 😅 But it matters a lot to me, so here goes.

Not long before all the work on Chapter 5 was 100% done, I finally got to look at the main font that I use in my graphic novel (Frosty's Comic Font), for it needed some perfection: I remembered that it was not displaying correctly in some cases, or rather, selected set of the symbols didn't look right, depending. ... I must admit, I am a huge fan of typefaces. I used to collect fonts for personal use back in the day, for I loved to experiment with different designs, and usually I needed them for my custom "one of a kind" greeting cards I used to make for my friends' birthdays. Good memories.

A few years back I started to learn how to make my own True Type fonts - and I bet you have already seen at least a couple of those fonts on my artworks, logos, signatures and, of course, in "Time & Again". Some of those fonts are still partially incomplete and/or unpolished and, thus, currently unused by me - until the moment in the future when I will finally have more time to fiddle with 'em, for working on fonts is not too difficult, but not particularly easy either. In this case, I mean "it's time consuming", for the process of actually drawing a font, designing letters and symbols to me is easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. But vectorizing, perfecting the kerning in between certain pairs of letters, making sure that nothing is sticking out too much comparing to the rest... That is a bit tedious. In the end of the day however, it pays off tenfold, for you have a pretty, absolutely nice font that can be used virtually anywhere, in any software, for any purpose. I've never designed any monospace font yet... But aye, I'm being a little too nerdy again. Back on track, Frosty.

I never post my fonts anywhere to download, paid of free; I use my font solely by myself for now. And "Time & Again" was the reason why I urgently needed a new nice font with a fair touch of "me" in it... I wanted to make "Time & Again" my own as much as possible. So it was only obvious that I needed to design my own typeface for this crazy project. In 2021, I made the first relatively complete version of Frosty's Comic Font to use in "Time & Again" as the main font for the characters' speech. It contained all the basic English language glyphs and extra symbols for German language. Alas, not everything was smooth, and in Inkscape, when I used to copy-paste the lines of text on the speech bubbles, the formatting of little symbols such as apostrophe and quotation marks went down the drain, and was exchanged with the default system font (or whatever Inkscape uses when a glyph is missing). Unfortunately, that error stretched out in time (and space) up until a few days ago. I only was able to figure it out last week. By the time I managed to figure it out, the version of the font reached 1.3, and the last update also contained glyphs for Spanish language. It turned out, I did not include glyphs for all the possible variations of apostrophes and quotation marks. So I got that fixed. And now everything works like a charm. I am very proud 🙃 But the actual reason why I needed to return to designing fonts was different: I was tired of not being able to force italicize my font in Inkscape. While Krita allows for a default italic offset for a font that does not come with a premade italic version of itself, Inkscape does not do that. My manner of work is such, that I work with fonts on the pages of my graphic novel in Inkscape, for it's easier to me. But I like to sometimes accentuate certain words in the speech of the characters with italics, usually to make the readers pay extra attention to those particular words. I did not want to fiddle with workarounds (and in fact I know of no such things for my particular issue) in Inkscape, trying to combine multiple text boxes with different manual skew on the same line or whatnot, so I finally decided to make Frosty's Comic Font Italic. I generate all my fonts in FontForge. Here's what the window looks like:

I couldn't even imagine that generating an italic version out of a regular font could be done in just a couple of clicks in FontForge! 😱 So simple!

Once it was skewed, I tried to input an example text just to test it out and see what it looks like. When I'm test driving my fonts, I like to write something that uses extra symbols, such as something in German or in Spanish, because all those extra fancy letters make me happy. And once I was satisfied with it, I saved the final version (v1.4) and started using it! Here's the clear side by side comparison of what the regular version looked like versus the new italicized one:

I think it turned out rather nicely.

And now in Inkscape I can finally use different formatting of my own very font within one text box, as illustrated through a quotation from a song by U2 (these guys are my current obsession - just as in ol' good times when I was 11 🤣) on the screenshot below:

Magic!!!!!)))))

That's probably all for now.

... Okay, okay! You probably want more teasers/spoilers from the finished product, right? Here's a little funny snippet for you:

Because any urban landscape always requires fat rock pigeons staring at stuff. Some of them might even watch something while munching on popmeat popcorn.

That's all for today's great news! See you soon! 👋😎 There's more to come.