#edit for tag: when i say responsible i mean responsible for the war! NOT LIKE. responsible for everything ever haha.

[sacredashes]

thinking about how mythal is visualized with and connected to the moon, but elgar’nan describes himself as the lord of day and night and can literally control the sun and moon to cause an eclipse. her role in the evanuris as a peacekeeper, immortalizing her as mother and wife forever. how flemeth described herself as nothing “but a shadow, lingering in the sun.” how when the mythal fragment trapped in the fade describes solas’s regrets, it’s recollections “cultivated like a tree twisting to catch the sun.” elgar’nan being the main person described whenever talking about mythal’s first death. how she reveals herself primarily to women who are hurt and abused by men over and over throughout history, reliving betrayal after betrayal for centuries…

[avonne-writes]

The Proper Way to Wake a Lady

Fem!Gale x Bucky post-war married sex 😏 NSFW (duh)

My first attempt at het smut 🫣 wrote it in a fever rush tonight. Sorry for any typos, it’s 2 am. I will upload it to AO3 tomorrow. For @brotherwtf and @butdaddyilovehim99. Inspired by this post.

Edit: posted on AO3

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The blanket slips down over the hill of Gale's shoulder like a droplet of rain trickling down the window. A hand follows in its wake, warm and gentle to ease the shiver that runs down her body. It’s still early. She can tell from the sting of exhaustion under her eyelids and the darkness that calls her back to her dreams. A kiss presses to the goosebumps rising over her sleep-soft skin in the morning cold, and up it moves with damp, sticky heat to the crook of her neck, where a slow inhale whistles against her hair.

The next kiss seeks the spot behind her ear, then her cheek. The brush of a mustache tickles when those greedy lips move past her earring to adore the constellation of freckles under her eye. She curls up a touch tighter on her side when they move away, missing the sweet pressure, but she isn’t lonely for long. Fingertips climb up over her bare arm to the thin strap of her nightgown, teasing and confident like a musician's who's about to play his favourite instrument. They slip under the strap and tug it down.

"Mm." She hums noncomittally. She doesn’t mean to say anything with it except to show that she's awake and that she's not yet convinced she wants to be.

A low chuckle brushes the shell of her ear, rising to the challenge. Knuckles caress her naked shoulder, then that large, loving hand moves down her chest to cup her breast through the thin satin. Thumb against the bump of her nipple, tracing lazy circles over embroidery.

"Bucky." She makes a noise of protest, rolling back just enough for her shoulder blade to rest against his firm chest. There’s heat dripping down her body to pool between her legs, but she likes this tug-of-war they play when they have time to linger in their want. She only lets go of the rope when she knows he's gonna fall over and laugh at her in delight. "It’s not even dawn yet."

"Didn't know there was a curfew." He nuzzles her blond curls. His hand shimmies under her nightgown and caresses the swell of her breast, her nipple caught in the mischievous hold of his knuckles.

She can’t help but arch into it under the guise of a deep breath. Bucky's fingers squeeze and release around her in response, maddening. She puts her slim hand over his because she wants to feel him hold her, ring to ring. He traps her thumb with his. Tugging on the rope between them. She doesn’t let go yet. She wants to squirm to feel how hard he is but she holds herself back, keeps her voice calm, bites the smile on her lips.

"We ought'a talk about the proper way to wake a lady." Gale sighs in feigned exasperation.

Even in the dim, fuzzy-dark room, the flash of his grin draws her eyes as he flips her over to her back and leans down to kiss the last flutter of sleep from her lips. His mouth tastes like home, his mustache brushes her skin.

"I'm all ears, doll."

She stretches with the soft sound of a stifled yawn, her arms reaching towards the ceiling while he lays his heavy frame on her and tries to free her breasts from her gown despite her squirming. Unable to do it, he kisses the shallow valley between them through the fabric, then the skin bared by the deep neckline. He seems to pause at the lack of gold chain there, but then he must remember that the locket he gave her before he left for the war has been locked in a drawer with his dog tags since he came home three months ago. Perhaps, she will wear it again if it doesn't make him pale and misty-eyed anymore.

Gale lets her arms fall back and loop around his neck, feels his pulse under her fingertips. She scratches at the curls at his nape as he cups one of her cheeks and smiles into the kiss he presses to her throat.

"For a start, a lady's dress is sacred." She says, her even voice in contrast with the way her thighs slide open to bracket his hips. His cock presses against her through his pants, a barrier soaked through with her need in seconds.

"Yes, ma'am." He chuckles again, running both of his hands down her thighs to ruck up her gown and roll it up over her slender body. "I'm real careful."

It’s all a game. She never minds a small tear or a stretched satin strap if it means he still wants her with a passion that doesn’t let him wait. She can sacrifice a few hours to the sewing machine if it’s because he loves her a little too eagerly, with too much desperation for propriety. She wouldn’t have married him if she wanted someone rooted in the dull ground. She always wanted to fly.

The nightgown is off. He throws it on the floor along with his own shirt and pants. He still wears a pair of rosaries even at night, one for her and one for himself, and they dangle between her breasts as he leans over her on all fours. She opens her mouth to ask if he'll wear a third if what she feels to be true is confirmed in the coming weeks, but her words get caught in her throat because he dips down and seals his mouth around her left nipple.

She gasps and rocks under him with as contained a desire as she can keep it while his tongue is circling her bud. It’s hard to see anything in the darkness but she knows what he looks like when he sucks and nips at her like this, she knows the bliss on his face and the cheeky smile in the corner of his lips when he switches sides. Her small breasts used to be her insecurity, but he has always loved them, and she never once felt inadequate with him. The war changed a lot of things but not this. Not the hungry touch of his mouth on her, not the hand he entwines with hers on her pillow.

He smooths his other hand over her belly, lingers to feel her trembling muscles for a moment before he reaches lower.

Her free hand shoots down to hold his wrist right there between her legs, where he's ready to push his fingers in and make her fall apart. But that’s not what she wants, not yet.

"Gale. Come on." Bucky says in a whining voice, pressing little kisses all over her collarbones as if begging her to let him continue.

It’s just like the Bucky she knew before the war. She loves her John the way he is now, regardless of his scars and that new brooding shadow in his eyes, but she loves his past self too, and she likes to remind him that he hasn’t died overseas.

She smiles at the ceiling and drags his hand away, pressing it to her hip. "Second rule, never rush a lady, John, or she might bite."

Bucky laughs and lies down on her with his full weight. The hair on his torso rubs against her naked skin. He cups her face with both hands, fingers in her hair, and kisses her on the lips. He licks into Gale's mouth slowly, savouring every brush of their tongues, every encouraging stroke of her palms up and down his back. When she nips at him, they both snicker.

Bucky rubs the tips of their noses together. "All right, sweetheart. Tell me, what do I do?" He squeezes at her waist. "Wanna make my pretty lady happy."

Gale feels a hot flush run through her entire body. His pretty lady. She wants to clear her throat but she can’t, she's trying her best to show confidence and see the game through to the end. "Make sure she's relaxed and... prepared to wake up."

With the hand she uses to comb through Bucky’s hair, he feels him nod.

He gives her a playful peck on the cheek. "On it."

He trails his lips over her chest, his right hand sneaking back to her breast to massage it as he slides further down her body. Her legs move to close when he rises from between her thighs, not because she wants to hide but because she still hasn't quite grown out of the reflexive shyness, but he keeps them spread with his shoulders.

He mouths at her stomach, at the low curve of it that she hopes is more than an illusion of gain, then he kisses her hips, one after the other before he moves to her thighs. Holding them pushed apart, he sucks at the lean muscles on the inner side. He sucks long enough that she makes a soft, needy sound despite herself, sure that he’s leaving a mark. He doesn’t do the other thigh because he knows asymmetry excites her, makes her long for the completion of the sensation and will draw her pleasure out. She closes her eyes and fists the sheets in anticipation. When he brushes his thumb over her wet folds, her breath hitches in her chest.

"How does the lady want it?" Bucky teases, rubbing Gale's bent thighs.

Gale doesn’t care, she just wants it with all the shaking need in her belly, with a want she hadn't known before she met him, but she forces her voice to sound composed. "Slow and steady."

Bucky moans softly, which draws a quick smile to her face again. She has never slept with anyone else but him, but the stories she heard are enough to know that there aren't many men who take to this with Bucky's enthusiasm. He truly enjoys it, and she loves him for it so much. She loves how attentive he is, how clear about his own desires and patient with hers, and how he likes to pleasure her even more than being pleasured.

When he dips his head down and licks a stripe up the center of her, she arches, and her thighs twitch in his grip. He leans in again and stays there this time, with his mouth tight around her and his nose buried in her dark blond curls. His lips feel soft, but the pressure as he sucks is hard and relentless, and her hips roll against it in a confused rhythm, unsure if she wants more or if she wants to get away from the sharp pleasure.

He flicks his tongue and licks at her greedily, as if this was the very reason he woke her up, just to have her spread open and panting as he puts his mouth on her cunt. Gale covers her eyes with a hand and rubs at her bitten-sensitive nipples with the other, mindless with it. She's soaking wet, and the sounds of her pleasure mixing with his hums makes the need ache so deep that she feels like she can’t take it without losing her mind. She tries to tilt her hips away from his languid strokes, but he just grips her under her thighs and pushes her legs towards the mattress, pinning her immobile.

She can’t do anything but lie there and take it, and it's such a heady rush of relief that she feels her stomach tighten even before he gets a finger in her.

"John." She cries out. "Oh God."

"You taste so good." John groans and one of his fingers slides into her slowly, crooking in thick, sweet pressure while he sucks on her. It spears her deeply enough to hit her with that familiar feeling of fullness over and over again until she starts shaking and comes gushing all over his hand and face.

"Fuck, you’re gorgeous." He sighs as she's coming down.

When the rush of pleasure stops, she reaches for his free hand on her thigh, and he gives her a squeeze but doesn’t pull away from her core. He pushes another finger into her, thicker than three of her own together, and uses his thumb to keep pressure on where she's too sensitive for his mouth. He moves his lips to the thigh he hasn’t marked yet and completes the set. His chin and mustache feel damp from her pleasure as they move over her pale leg. She feels embarrassed, but this is her husband, and he wants her. He wants her so much. It’s okay to want him back.

With her face aflame from exertion and a newly building need, she rocks into the touch of his fingers and breathes a laugh of joy. "What a nice way to wake up."

"The best way." Bucky sounds like he's smiling as he twists his fingers inside her to make her moan. "I figured you might say, thank you, John."

Gale moves against his touch, chasing her pleasure. "Don’t count on it."

Bucky snorts in amusement. He lets her thigh go in favour of leaning down to suck at her oversensitive clit again, sloppy and loud. Gale shifts helplessly against the sensation, tugging at Bucky’s hair until Bucky has some mercy on her and starts crawling up her body. He sucks and licks at her like she's a feast, mouths over the sensitive spot below her belly button, the jut of her ribs, the underside of her breasts, her hard nipples and the sweaty slope of her neck.

She nudges his head up and kisses him tenderly on the mouth. For a moment, she wishes they turned on the lights, but there’s no use reaching for the light switch now.

She hugs Bucky tight and angles her hips up for him. "I'm ready, hon."

Bucky's breath rushes out through his nose against her cheek. She feels his hand move between them, rubbing, searching, then that quick, sharp pain that turns into aching need immediately as he pushes into her. He fucks her with slow thrusts at first, staying deep inside and barely pulling back, letting her get used to the wide stretch of it. As he picks up his pace, he gives her messy kisses and presses their foreheads together.

"Let me -" He draws the words on her lips with his own. His hips snap forward desperately, pushing a high-pitched gasp out of her. "Let me come inside again. I wanna give you a baby. Please. Oh, Gale, let me."

You already have, Gale almost tells him, but she can’t be sure yet, so she just nods and kisses him, and says yes a dozen times over as he starts losing himself to the pleasure, fucking her with enough force to make the bed creak. When Gale cups his face, she can feel that his eyes are closed and his eyebrows are drawn together as the bliss of it builds. She's not there yet but it doesn't matter - all she needs now is to feel him let go.

She pulls one of Bucky's hands to her breast and his forehead to her shoulder, and she whispers into his ear. "I love you so much, John. I want your baby, you can give it to me, I want -"

With deep, shuddering moans, Bucky thrusts once more into her and comes, deep inside where she rocks into it. His body tenses, then relaxes in her embrace, a heavy weight for her thin arms but she will never not be strong enough to hold him, she swore that when he first came home and felt like he would never be a whole man again. She can feel some of that same helplessness in the way he hides his face in her neck and strokes her hair in the afterglow, but she also knows that he’s getting better.

After a few minutes of quiet cuddling, she nuzzles his cheek. "Final rule is, if you wake your lady, never fall back asleep before she does."

He laughs and lifts his head to look at her. His smile could light up even the darkest room.

[selencgraphy]

— 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒

PAIRING: platonic!loki laufeyson x f!reader x platonic!bucky barnes

TAGS: fluff, prank war, mutant!reader, canon divergent, he/him pronouns for loki

A/N: one more lost selencgraphy fic that i came back and edited a bit :) just a little silly goofy fic with favs! happy reading <3

WORD COUNT: ~2k

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You were growing tired of the repetitiveness of how the tower looked. Of course you were grateful for Tony providing you a place to live, but the interior design could use some touch-ups. However, when you ran the idea by the man himself you didn’t expect him to start on it immediately. “I know I told you I wanted to make some changes but maybe a little heads up next time?”

“If I remember the conversation correctly, I remember you said you wanted—no, needed this to happen, so I’m just doing what you asked me to,” he shrugged.

“I- Ugh, can you at least tell these guys to clear out for just a couple minutes, so I can grab some of my stuff,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

Tony quickly waved for the crew he hired to clear out for you. Entering your room, you grabbed some clothes, your laptop, a pillow and blanket and stuffed them into a small backpack. After making sure you had everything that you needed to get through the day while they worked, you headed out back past Tony into the main area of the floor. As you walked out, Loki was stepping out of the elevator. “What is this?”

“I talked to Tony about some things that I wanted to change about my side of the floor, and he decided to not procrastinate for the first time in his life,” you retorted, raising your voice slightly at the end of your sentence for Tony to hear. “Meaning that I gotta crash out here for the week, or until they’re done.”

He hummed in response and suddenly waved his hands. To your right, green light flashed over the couches as Loki conjured some of his stuff, some more pillows and blankets, and a movie projector. “Sleepover?!” you gasped.

“Sleepover,” Loki confirmed, a grin growing on both of your faces.

“I gotta invite, Bucky,” you say as you go to grab your phone, but he stops you.

“Already done, darling.”

Unfortunately, the sleepover couldn’t start until later that evening because it was still Friday meaning everyone still had work to do.

You, Loki, Bucky, and Wanda all were given second chances with your places on the team. Like Bucky, HYDRA had controlled you for decades, using your abilities to further push their agenda. They’d managed to get their hands on other mutants, but you were the only one with your kind of powers that HYDRA was able to get their hands on. A pyrokinetic.

To them, you were their purifier. The one who would “bring their goals to light.” Despite your differing abilities, the two of you were partners. Then you and the Winter Soldier were sent on a mission to take down Captain America and his associates.

Everything was going smoothly until your masks fell off mid-fight. Steve had recognized the both of you. Old friends from a time you were all taken from. Despite the brainwashing, Steve had triggered something in your brains that caused you both to become disoriented. When you regrouped with HYDRA, vague memories of your old life filled your mind. Despite their efforts to keep you under their control, you and the Soldier- Bucky were able to break free. Eventually you and Bucky found yourselves back with Steve and worked with the Avengers to try and atone for all the suffering HYDRA had made you cause. After months of work with the Dora Milaje, the Russian trigger words could no longer bring forth the Winter Soldier and Pyro.

A few years later, Thor returned to Earth along with his brother, Bruce, and a few thousand Asgardians in search of a new home. Thor had ensured the rest of the team that Loki was no longer the man they had met initially and that Thanos had compelled him to do all those things.

Like the ones before him, he was given a chance to atone for his previous actions with a place on the team. Eventually, you all were able to become comfortable amongst the rest of the Avengers. Steve had been one of your closest friends before HYDRA had taken you and Bucky so you tried to reconnect. Rebuilding that friendship after all these years was hard, but you all made it work. It took the rest of them a while before they warmed up to the new additions but soon enough, everyone came around. Living in one place helped with that a lot. Routines were built and stuck to. The Avengers had become a true family.

Of course, some were closer than others. You, Bucky, and Loki were the closest. The three of you became inseparable at some point. Tony was willing to let you and Loki live on the same floor in the tower, but called for at least a little separation. Bucky took the floor beneath yours and shared it with Steve. With the renovations to your part of the floor, the chaos that erupted when the three of you were together was about to get much worse.

A secluded sleepover with only the three of you was the least of the rest of the team’s worries. Most of the time, the separation between the three of you kept things pretty calm in the tower. Putting the God of Mischief, pyrokinetic, and super soldier together sounded like an amazing idea for missions, but in a normal setting? Utter mayhem.

At first, the pranks were contained between the three of you but later you learned that you all worked better together. 

Growing up with you both, Steve already had a taste of what you were capable of in terms of pranks. He also was very familiar with that look on your face when you were about to prank someone.

Finishing up your tasks for the week, you walked into the kitchen to grab a quick snack before brewing your devious plans. Walking in, Steve was busy at work making dinner. Looking up he noticed you enter and greeted you. As he looked at you, something worried him but decided to pay no mind to it at first. His first mistake.

“So what’s cooking, Stevie?’

Turning away from the stove, he turned to answer you as you took a seat across the counter island. “I,” he started, “am making spaghetti. Do not eat too much before dinner.”

You both let out a chuckle as he returned back to his pot. “So any plans for the weekend, Mr. America?”

“Hmm, nothing much. Probably gonna do the usual, you know. Hit the gym, maybe sketch a little.”

Finishing up the noodles and sauce, he placed them on the counter to let them sit before he called for dinner. You still hadn’t moved from your spot surprisingly. But instead of snacking on some fruit, you were now leaning back in your seat, eyes closed. Studying your face once again, a subtle look on your face caused worry to fill him once again, he just couldn’t pinpoint why. Unfortunately for him, you had been planning some pranks for the weekend. Noticing the lack of noise from the cook, you opened your eyes and were met with the blonde man staring at you. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just been a while since we’ve just been like this. Just us two hanging out.”

“Yeah…”

“You remember when Bucky had to go stay with his sisters for the day, leaving us stuck at my house.”

You hummed. “You cooked us spaghetti that day too.”

A silence fell between you two as you felt the nostalgia.

“Alrighty, we don’t want the food to get cold, why don’t you let the team know dinner’s ready?”

—

Not long after you left the kitchen to alert the team, you realized that going through the tower and letting everyone know one by one was going to take forever. “F.R.I.D.A.Y?” you called out.

“Yes, Y/N”

“Could you let everyone know that Steve is done cooking?”

“Of course.”

Before returning to the dining room, you decided to go back to your floor. As you exited the elevator Loki was exiting his room to meet with the rest of the team. “Darling,” he greeted.

A smile grew on your face. “Good, you’re still here. I got some ideas that I want to run by you.”

The two of you finally joined the rest of the team in the dining room a few minutes later. Unfortunately for you, Bucky had already begun eating. You tried to catch Bucky’s attention, but he was too busy trying to stuff his mouth. Luckily for you, your trio consisted of a god who could read minds and communicate telepathically. Turning to Loki, you subtly pointed to your head to signal him to read your mind. He quickly caught on and his voice appeared in your head.

What is it, darling?

I wanted to tell Buck the plan, but he’s already eating... Could you do it for me?

Loki’s abilities always came in handy whenever you wanted to do something like this. Unbeknownst to everyone else, you could have full blown scheming sessions or just conversations. He lightly nodded as you both continued to grab your food. The three of you have done this so many times that Loki randomly popping into your heads didn’t startle you anymore. After a minute, you noticed a faint smile on Bucky’s face. Suddenly Loki’s voice popped into your head again.

He told me to tell you, and I quote, “You are a fucking genius, doll.”

You slightly smirked as you ate. The rest of the team has no idea what’s about to hit them in the next few days.

—

“WHAT IN THE FUCK?”

The weekend had already begun and everyone was doing their own thing. Steve, of course, was doing his normal routines as usual. Luckily for you, you knew that schedule by heart and so did Bucky. You both snuck into the gym just before he got in and set everything up. Hearing Steve’s shout signaled that your plans were more than successful. Everyone who was still in the tower ran over to the gym to see what was going on, Tony arriving first. “Woahhh Cap, what’s with the lang- HOLY SHIT-”

As everyone piled into the gym, they were all met with Steve drenched in water and covered in flour. No one could keep themselves from laughing. Tony looked up to the ceiling where two buckets were placed, both tilted over after releasing their contents. “Looks like someone set you up, Cap,” he said through broken chuckles.

Steve thought for a moment before slowly turning his gaze to two people in the room. You and Bucky. “You two-”

“What?” you asked, raising your hands to emphasize your innocence.

“Don’t ‘What?’ me, Y/L/N. I knew you were up to something.”

You turned to Bucky, a face of guilt and slight fear on both of your faces to Steve’s rage. “Run?” he whispered.

“Run,” you confirmed. As the two of you bolted out of the gym, Steve chased quickly behind you. “I fucking hate you two!”

As you both rounded the corner to the kitchen, you passed Loki who hid behind the wall of the open door. Once you two cleared the doorway he quickly poured oil onto the floor. Suddenly, Steve came flying into the room. Literally. As the rest of the Avengers caught up with you all at the sound of Steve crashing, Tony couldn’t help but double over and die of laughter. “Oh my god!! F.R.I.D.A.Y?”

“Yes, sir?”

“The security cameras got that, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“PERFECT!”

As Steve gathered himself, he let out a groan. “Why do I always have to end up at the other end of your pranks?”

“Because that’s how it’s always been, Stevie,” you remarked as you patted his shoulder and left the room.

Before Bucky left the room behind you, he whispered to Tony, “Please send me that footage.”

Steve, with his super hearing, still caught it though. “DO NOT SEND HIM THAT FOOTAGE!”

[pyxisastronautica]

@dog-tagged

E: Apologies for the delayed response, I had my own duties to attend to, as well as wishing to confer with Romeo, X-ray, and Uniform on some of the details. I want to provide you proper context before I provide the example I brought up earlier.

We will start at the 6th century P.E.- P.E. standing for Post-Exodus, the period after the invention of lightspeed travel where humanity had the means to begin establishing colonies on other planets and began to actually leave Earth in large numbers (well after the invention itself, admittedly, early endeavors at colonizing terra nova were...difficult). It was around this time when what were once small scientific Martian outposts had turned into proper cities.

They were nowhere near the size of what Earth's cities were by that point, but they were well established and contained enough that they didn't need constant contact with Earth anymore. This in turn led to movements cropping up that encouraged colonists to establish identity away from their terrestrial origins. These movements often failed- it is a very hard sell after all to cut ties to what was at the time the only planet known to natively harbor life, and where it grew more easily than anywhere else by a large, large margin, but at least one found success.

This movement and its ensuing revolution was, unfortunately, the result of a multi-corporation alliance seeking to shuck off government regulations entirely. Withdrawing all the capital they could possibly take with them from Earth, and using a very effective propaganda campaign, they persuaded many of their employees to break their national ties. What ensued thereafter was a drawn-out guerrilla war in what was still mostly underground cities at that time.

That multi-corporation alliance- branded at that time the "Martian Independence Coalition", or the MIC- actually did win its war of independence, and in time, Earth's nations began to recognize it and resume trading with it.

You are probably wondering when I get to the part that's actually relevant to ethics surrounding the use of cell cultures and gene editing. It's about now, actually.

You see, as time went on and technology progressed, the means to propagate not only small bits of tissue or organoids or even scaffolded organs, but whole and entire organs became possible- the process of incorporating them into whole humans becoming much easier since they are, well. Genetically identical to their hosts.

Earth governments began running into issues with this technology on a societal level as to whether or not the organ in question belonged to the company that made them, or to the individual who possessed them. Many settled on the sane decision of saying that transplanted organs- even those grown in a lab- belong to the patient once they are properly attached.

But the MIC did not, and it became standard policy to freely offer replacement parts to employees (employees who again lived in a place where their employers set what safety standards they did and did not have, and as such were frequently subject to injury and infection)- on the condition that they take on debt for it. Debt that would be viscerally collected on if they ever attempted to step out of line.

In that way, as X-ray tells me, Hades current state of affairs with cybernetics is unfortunately similar.

History repeated itself many times in this regard, and this was not even the worst that it had ever gotten. Suffice it to say that when it became possible to clone whole humans, there were those who, to escape their debts, sold their genomes and thus the rights to...anyone...or anything...created with it. I will not go into this further, as it is an extremely sordid chapter of history.

It ended eventually, at least. That part of it.

Somewhere along the line, a door was opened that could not be closed. It was opened by the inventions of people who dedicated their whole lives to saving others'. Who likely believed that their works would never be bastardized in the way that they were, or thought that the lives that were saved would outweigh any cost.

And it did save many, many, many lives, in fairness. By the time we were created, R3DBPs- rapid 3D bioprinters- were standard and able to repair almost any physical wound or loss of blood on the same day as it happened, as long as the patient's medical records were on the ship they were being treated on. A critical thing for our arkships, as humanity is, compared to what it had once been, an endangered species where every life is all the more precious.

Again, I am not telling you all of this to discourage you. I exist because of the technological advance of mankind into ethical territory that was previously unexplored and frankly probably...at least a little dubious. But I look back on the world that led to my creation and it is bittersweet: I love to exist, I am happy to be what I am and what I was made for.

But so, so, so many were lost on the way here. Billions I will never get to see, who died in peace or in pain. I walked through the ruins of what once was, some parts looking like it had never been, and am filled with a profound dread and awe.

If you read nothing else, if you care about nothing else, know this:

All that has ever been made has drawn upon the knowledge of what was gathered before. All that will ever be made will be drawn from that pool, too. When you add to it, know that you do not know who will draw from what you put in, or why, or when. Do not be afraid. But for the love of all the living, be wise. And if it can be at all helped, have compassion for those who follow after you.

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- I’m happiest when it’s raining outside and I can just curl up with a good book with a cup of hot chocolate or coffee <3

- I’m part of multiple fandoms so you’ll find reblogs (and maybe a few of my own writings) of all sorts here :)

- If you decide to follow me I would greatly appreciate if in your bio it could indicate that you’re over the age of 18. Whether it’s a simple 18+ or even if it says MDNI (minors do not interact)

Find info about my writing by clicking ‘keep reading’ :)

Also here are the tags I use if you’d like to block any (I reblog a lot and I know that annoys some people)

#random0lover replies

#random0lover is kinda flabbergasted

#random0lover horny tings

#random0lover relates

#random0lover writing struggles

#random0lover things about me

#random0lover emotional dumps

#random0lover my writing

#random0lover polls 📊

#random0lover message to followers <3

#random0lover smut reblog

#random0lover angst reblog

#random0lover fluff reblog

#random0lover rambles ♡

} Masterlist

Key for works

Fluff = ✨

Light Smut = ☀️

Smut = 🔥

Smut with hard kinks = 🔥💥

This includes CNC (CONSENSUAL non-consent), intense bondage, knife play, gun play, pet play, intense impact play, fear play. I think that’s it but more may be added.

Angst = 🌪️

No Comfort = 🥀

Fem!reader = 🌩️

GN!reader = 🌨️

AFAB!reader = ❄️

No Reader Insert = 🍄

• Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

🌩️☀️✨] A Day for First’s and Adding A Second

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x wife fem!reader, slight NSFW, established relationship, pregnancy mentioned, you and Simon have a son, fluff

🌨️🌪️✨] TF141 x gn!reader That Was a Military Kid

-Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, angst, fluff, reader is mean and dealing with a lot emotionally, talk of parental death, established relationship, Simon is understanding and caring

-mini series-🌪️🥀🌨️] Open Wounds and War Paint

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, Angst/No Comfort, blood, reader death(?)

-part 2- 🌪️🥀🌨️] Her Past is Their torture

- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader, SFW, Angst/No Comfort (yet), nothing to serious for this part but make sure to read warnings

• Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

❄️✨] Johnny Mactavish Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)

- John ‘soap’ Mactavish x afab!reader, SFW, marriage, pregnancy, fluff

🌨️✨] Hot Chocolate & Hoodies

- John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x GN!reader, SFW, Fluff

•Captain John Price

❄️✨]John Price Head Canon’s - dad edition (kinda)

-John Price x afab!reader, SFW, marriage, pregnancy, fluff

🌨️✨]Captain John Price Head Canon’s- SO that has Tourette’s Syndrome

-John Price x GN!reader, SFW, reader has Tourette’s Syndrome, John is supportive, fluff

🌨️🌪️✨]TF141 x gn!reader That Was a Military Kid

-John Price x GN!reader, SFW, angst, comfort, reader is emotionally dealing with a lot, established relationship, John’s a sweetheart, talk of parental death

• Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

-empty

•König

-empty

•Everyone

🍄✨]Bar/pub owners!141, Los Vaqueros, König, and Kate Laswell Head Canon’s

-SFW, fluff, alcohol mentioned, drunk people mentioned, harassment mentioned, ghostsoap mentioned one time, blood mentioned once

} Random One-Shots

These will be anywhere between 1,000 to 1,500 words

🔥🌨️] “What do you want?”

-Male!dom x GN!reader, Smut, NSFW

} Things I absolutely refuse to write

Be aware of clicking the words in purple. The links lead to possibly NSFW things or topics that may be triggering for some.

- Watersports (what is this?) (not judging just not my thing)

- Pedophilia 😡

- Scatophilia (what is this?) (not judging just not my thing)

-Cannibalism (only time you would probably ever see this is if I’m writing an apocalypse fic but it would not be an important part of it)

-anything involving dead bodies or animals (I mean this in a sexual manner (like kinks people have) as this is absolutely disgusting and horrible)

} Things I’m not exactly comfortable writing

This is not to offend anyone as I would never judge anyone for their kinks! This is me just trying to set some personal boundaries <3

- age play

I have nothing against age play (as long as everyone is playing a legal age). I went through some childhood trauma that makes writing it hard and I would prefer not to write it for my own mental health <3

-CBT (what is this?)

Once again nothing against anyone that enjoys this! It’s just really not my cup of tea and I don’t want to offend anyone or spread any misinformation by writing it incorrectly!

-Tentacles

I myself have read a few fics like this but I don’t ever really see myself writing it. I don’t frequent in erotica like that so I really wouldn’t know what the hell I would be doing 😅

-Electro stimulation (what is this?)

Honestly never heard of it until I started looking into different kind of kinks. It’s definitely an interesting one but not something I could see myself writing.

} A Small Warning

I reblog and not very often but sometimes vent about sensitive topics. This can range from SA (what is this?), Abuse may come up at times (mainly mental and emotional), Childhood Trauma can often come up even if I do not go into detail, and things that probably piss me off or make me angry.

That’s all for now but more may be added as time goes on! If you read all that thank you so much <3

Requests are open

Please read the things above before sending in a request. Thanks my love 💕

[grimeysociety]

20 questions for fic writers

technically my sideblog @youthereader was tagged by @indulgence-be-thy-name - thanks bb ❤️; and like Em I'll be answering for both accounts

How many works do you have on ao3? youthereader - 4 grimeysociety - 171

What's your total ao3 wordcount? youthereader - 17,245 grimeysociety - 2,299,669

What fandoms do you write for? MCU - almost exclusively Darcyland, a teeny bit of Stranger Things and RPF (Cillian Murphy characters mostly...I've barely begun though)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? I can only answer this from grimey so... The Comeback Kid Among Wolves Damn, I'm In It I've Got My Love To Keep Me Warm Heart to Break

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not? I always reply to comments unless they're the rare dickish one (I delete those, that's always fun). I reply to everything to thank people for interacting in the first place. I like it when I get a reply from authors, too. I'm very grateful.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I think it was one with Shieldshock and hacking, post-Infinity War, so everyone was dusted except for Steve and Darcy. It was kind of Schrödinger's ending because it might have been happy? I left it open (and I won't ever tell the 'real' ending).

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of mine do. I can't help it. Especially since the 'happy ending' tends to be because of sex. I mean...

Do you get hate on fics? A couple times but it was really insignificant and swiftly deleted.

Do you write smut? If so, what kinds? I write it all. Kinktober was kind of my 'thing' for a few years, as in, some followers looked forward to it each October. I rarely don't have some form of smut in a fic. The filth is fun, and so is the intimate erotica type of stuff. The fluff is great, but I have actually written one that had no response whatsoever and I think it went a little too far for my regular readers.

Do you write crossovers? I think some of my Darcy fic count so I'm going to say yes. I've written her with most Chris Evans characters, like Ransom Drysdale to name one. It counts, right?

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes and it's still up lol

Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had a couple translated into Russian but can't recall which, it's been a few years.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I had someone ask me to ghostwrite their fic ending and then when they weren't happy with what I'd written they said 'no thanks' and haven't spoken to me since, does that count?

What’s your all time favorite ship? I will never be able to decide this, sorry. It's been years and I can never pinpoint it. Literally hundreds of thousands of words written over the three particular ships I'm thinking of and there's no way. There's just no way.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? The Americans. It's been nearly 2 years since I updated and I think it's been forgotten about anyway, so that's me off the hook.

What are your writing strengths? I can't answer that. I have no idea.

What are your writing weaknesses? My pacing is the worst. I repeat myself. I don't think I'm consistent in any way. I get impatient and hardly edit sometimes, which bites me in the ass later. I am bad at a lot of things.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've done it and it's fine. It's my average high school level French, but it's passable. Literally I passed high school French.

First fandom you wrote for? Kingdom Hearts

Favorite fic you’ve written? The Comeback Kid because it seems to be everyone else's favourite, too.

I will tag @sarahbeniel & @aimmyarrowshigh

[sorcerous-caress]

I saw you got the Mass Effect collection a while ago and wanted to say a little fun fact that there’s some OG Baldur’s Gate references in ME2 and 3 because Bioware made the first two BG games. I won’t say what they are for spoiler reasons but one of them you’ll get right away. Hope you have fun with ME! It’s one of my favorite RPG franchises

I answered this ask 4 different times but each time tumblr refuses to post it and it comes back to my inbox- I don't even know what to do anymore bc I had to rewrite a long response each time.

If this one gets sent through, I'll try to edit it on the browser to include my actual answer.

Edit: it worked this time around, just my luck.

Okay so, I've never played ME before or heard anything about it, so I'm going in fully blind. I made an earthborn war hero vanguard character.

Bc I like earth, I like being a hero and I like mele characters.

I put the difficulty at vetran so I can add more spice, I might regret it, probably.

My name is shepherd? Like are they sheep and I herd them or? Is this a Mary and the little lambs situation.

Game started and man that is one hot alien, like a zebra! Oh wait that's just white paint on his face-

Why are people being mean to him :( and oh I get dialogue! Hell yeah i will defend my alien friend.

Racism against aliens? In my human galactic civilization game? More likely than you think.

I'm walking around the ship and talking to people, man these guys are really mean to the alien. If Nihlus turns out to be a traitor I wouldn't even blame him, I'd be one too if people talked this much shit behind my back.

Also corporal Jenkins!!! He is so precious omfg. I will protect him with my life and we will spend our honeymoon watching his favourite spykids movies <3

He is talking about being a hero and awful a lot tho- kinda worrying.

A nice small detail is the npc gaurds saluting to me when i walk by, since I'm a commander and all. It's really nice!

Okay I talked to the hot alien again and I think i have a shot with him! Let's fucking go!

We're on the planet, hot alien isn't with my team but hey! At least Jenkins is here.

I'm trying out weapons, I like lance so far. I have shit accuracy so fast fire rate makes up for it. But the controller layout is really confusing, there are 4 different buttons to switch to different weapons but the crouch had to be the awkward joystick press, why?

.

Jenkins died.

:(

:(((((((((

I'm killing everyone I meet.

Rip babygurl, you would've loved lego batman.

Also I can level up now, I'm not sure what any of those skills do or what any of those words mean so I'll throw all my eggs in the charm and intimidation basket until things become too hard to kill.

Maybe then I'll look up a guide and curse my past self.

I met Williams, she seems nice and I let her tag along on my team. I miss Jenkins </3

So far I'm really having fun tho and enjoying the game! Do you have any tips or recommendations? I'd love to hear them. I genuinely am clueless and just waddling around gawking at the surprisingly good graphics for a game this old.

Here is my character btw! She is nb in my heart <3 still I'm glad that we even get the choice to be a woman. The character edit screen reminds me of dark souls character edit.

[that-one-gay-hufflepuff]

Hi! 👋🏻 I’m @that-one-gay-hufflepuff

My side blog with things that stick out to me is @cool-shit-20079

Things I like:

HAZBIN HOTEL I NEEEED SEASON 2 (and Helluva Boss)

Star Trek (so far I’ve seen og. series and the movies for those, tng, and I’m starting ds9)

Star Wars (love it but haven’t watched in a while, seen all (and I mean all) up to when Asohka came out minus the 2ds and kids shows)

STARKID (AVPM, Hachetfield Universe but haven’t seen nightmare time, currently obsessed with NPMD)

Ride the Cyclone

Some Will Wood Music (I/Me/Myself, Memento Mori, and 2econd 2ight 2eer)

Many musicals including Heathers (movie and musical), Rocky Horror (Picture) Show, Reefer Madness, Avenue Q

Harry Potter (duh) but I dont support JKR or buying anything that profits or benefits her

Riordan-verse but mostly MCGA (Alex✨)

Super-Powereds Series by Drew Hayes (plus Corpies)

GOOD OMENS (book and tv show)

Heartstoppers (graphic novels and tv show)

Stranger Things

The Martian by Andy Weir

The Uninvited (small band)

DND/TTRPG/Worldbuilding

THE ALPHABET MAFIA

Plants :)

Cool Random Facts

Shitposting

Art (especially queer art)

Skulls :))))

Shortened version of things ab me:

Im neurodivergent

Bc of that I may be weird in response to social interaction

I use they/he and fall under many lgbt categories

Using tw/cw is very important to me, feel free to tell me if I forgot

No politics unless people must be warned

I may share my art, writing, or dnd stuff :)

Things ab me:

I’m nuerospicy (neurodivergent) and I have been diagnosed w/ adhd, social anxiety, persistent depressive disorder, and sensory processing disorder. I’m waiting to get a referral for an autism screening (is that the right word?) and currently am balancing meds. Edit: I HAVE THE TISM✨

Bc of social awkwardness I may be weird if I get called out/talked to but still feel free to comment bc it makes my day :D

I use they/he pronouns, Im panromantic omnisexual and polyamorous but may be questioning toward sapphic, also still questioning my gender but am probably at least trans (somewhere under the trans masc/nb umbrella) demiboy (partially but not totally male-aligned/adjancent) and somewhere on the queer spectrum. I also have a lovely gf, @jojoisfruity (she/her) :). No real segway but we are t4t and I love herrrrrr :333333. (fyi our relationship is closed rn so plz dont)

I try to put tw/cw on things but if I dont feel free to reblog with the correct tag (general tw for my blog: cursing, possible slurs but only if I fall under them, ex. f*g, f*ggot, tr*nny, qu*er, d*ke, etc.)

I try to not involve politics on my blog at any cost unless people are in immediate and severe danger and must be warned so please tag things 🙏

I’m also into writing, art, and dnd so I may share :)

Ships :))))))):

Hazbin/Helluva- favorite-huskerdust/angelhusk, not really a ship but aroace/demiace alastor hc, Octavia x Luna, kind of qpr radioapple? Idk-, Stolas x Blitz

Star Trek- favorite-daforge, garashir, quodo

HP-(forget the name but serious x remus)

Riordanverse- favorite-blitzstone

rtc-nicha, multiple versions of richie x jane/penny including mtf Savannah hdcs

INEFFABLE HUSBANDS/WIVES/PARTNERS NEED I SAY MORE

DNI:

misogynists

TERFs

homophobes

transphobes

racists

ableist

pro-lifers

NSFW

etc.

[compacflt]

hey i just wanted to thank you so much for all of WIP Wednesdays and other insights into your writing process (from tags to answering asks) that you've posted so far. i'm a huge fan of wwgattai and debriefing, and everything new that you post is so wonderful. the amount of work that you've put into this is astounding, and the results (from what i've been able to read and otherwise glean so far) are incredible. all of this to say - i love your writing, i love to hear about the writing process and your thoughts on the characters and the universe. it's really special to be able to read and follow along, so thank you so much

(also i have not ever had a fic alter my brain chemistry the way that this has. the fic has had me in its tractor beam since october - literally cannot stop thinking about it, truly some amazing stuff)

ugh this ask means so much to me, thank you. i could talk about the process for this fic for literal years, mostly because it is the bane of my actual existence!!!!!! i was not supposed to care about this series at all!!! ‘when we get around to talking about it’ was originally just a 10k one-shot bouncing back and forth between charlie & ice’s povs as they try to figure out their equally extremely fraught and difficult relationships with maverick. the “we” in the title was supposed to be mav and charlie! it was originally more about mav’s relationship with women than it was about ice’s relationship with men—obviously that idea didn’t pan out! (it’s why there’s so much residual sexism in the story actually, i was originally trying to highlight the differences between ice & charlie as men and women… mav’s sexism in the original top gun is my least favorite thing about that movie and it really stuck with me) & ‘debriefing’ started out as just extra dumb little one-shots that didn’t make it into wwgattai (specifically just venice & the smoking weed scene) with no connective tissue whatsoever to the original fic. like. both fics were written out of order and without an outline, which… is why trying to fix their gigantic structural issues is such a bitch for me right now.

i can trace back every problem im having with the story back to one (1) day (august 14th) when i wrote both wwgattai chapters 7 and 8 without planning or thinking about the consequences of certain actions. i don’t want to get too deep in the weeds but there are so many mistakes i made that day that ive been paying for for months (for instance, the factual inaccuracy of ice & mav’s fucked-up ranks, the soft squishy landing of pulling roosters papers, CHOOSING TO MAKE ICE RESPONSIBLE FOR THAT [because i hadn’t seen TGM for two months at that point & forgot what happened in the movie], not actually going into what it means for ice to be at the top of the american war machine, not bothering to ask how it’s even possible that one motherfucker can be this far up his own ass for thirty fucking years…) idk. like, when i wrote 90% of this fic i didn’t care about it, but now i… really do. idk why, but i really do. and im paying for the mistakes i made when i didn’t. which is why the edit is taking so long.

but stuff like this keeps me going :’) thank you <3

[kvothe-kingkiller]

Edit: No longer looking for Alpha Readers but I’m keeping this up for posterity and info

I’m looking for alpha readers for an ongoing fantasy project which I am currently releasing chapter by chapter. I’ll also make a post when I finish it in case you are the type to prefer to read it in one go. 

You do not need to have editing skills or experience. I am only looking for basic commentary.

Blurb: In an unsteady time of peace following a generations-long war, Mila, an 18 year old farmer, finds herself unexpectedly thrust into the world of nobility upon discovering she can wield a power thought only to be possessed by the upper class. Struggling to find her feet in this new environment and shunned by those around her, she juggles learning about her abilities, her identity, and the truth of the war behind the propaganda. When her equally ostracized mentor gets a tip about a plot to assassinate one of the country’s leaders, it’s down the dysfunctional teacher with a shady past and his apprentice who can barely control her powers to prevent the country from falling back into conflict.

(This is adult fantasy, not YA)

tags/highlights/themes: non-european-based fantasy world, adult fantasy, many queer characters and relationships (including aces), discovering sexuality, struggles with mental health and addiction, physical disabilities, dealing with trauma and taking responsibility, race relations, eat the rich, government propaganda, political intrigue, war is for money, war hurts the most vulnerable, etc

more info under the cut but if you’re interested or have questions, please DM me

(scroll down for info about setting, plot, and characters. content warnings and ‘rating’ under plot)

General Info:

Like I said, no experience needed. All I want to hear about is what you like/dislike, what is clear/unclear and any theories you have (for foreshadowing). You can be as detailed as you want or you can leave a single sentence comment for each chapter, anything helps. 

This is a first draft to be clear. I want alpha readers so I can make large changes to plot before rewriting everything for the second draft. On one hand it’s still fairly rough, on the other hand you don’t need to know anything to help. I just need opinions on plot and pacing and characters and foreshadowing etc etc. Again I am still writing it, I usually do ish a chapter a month sometimes faster sometimes slower. The chapters are usually ~10k, and I already have 27 out. (it is long)

This is going to be done through google classroom (yes, google classroom) because I need it to be inaccessible to anyone not invited and because I want people to be able to comment without being influenced by others and google classroom was literally the only thing I could find to do that for free. This does mean that whatever name you have on google will be seen by me and possibly others, just as an fyi. Also I have to add you to the ‘class’ but I can send you the prologue first if you want to try-before-you-buy (tho be aware the prologue is a bit more action packed than the start of the plot)

misc. pros for doing this: it already has art! because I do be an artist as well and I only ever draw my characters because motivation be finicky. Also, if you get through the entire thing I’ll do a commission for you (for free). plus I’m always looking for art ideas so if you say ‘it would be funny/cool if x did y’ then chances are I will actually draw it lol. also, free book ig?

Setting: 

Magic: Low fantasy with scarce/rare magic. The magic is called forging and is basically element magic but I wanted to explain all the hand movements people do with those so I incorporated more rules and ‘science’ to make it more rigid. there are ten basic ‘facets’ (air fire water stone earth wood iron copper blood bone) and people can be born knowing any number, or special different ones, but it gets exponentially rarer with more facets. the magic is genetic and mostly confined to the upper class and has become a way of oppressing the lower class. this actually gets addressed rather than mentioned then ignored (cough, korra, cough)

Culture: The culture of the main country, Odrad, is based on african, middle eastern, and mediterranean cultures, with a bit of southern asian. However most of that is simply due to the setting being dry and hot, and so developing dark skin and loose clothing and making most things out of stone and plaster due to the scarcity of wood. Religion is polytheistic based around an all mother type goddess and the god of the sun with the biggest festival being the start of the wet season. Other important countries include Acrait, the biggest on the continent, which is more south asian based, and Sheiro, which is steppe-type culture. Odrad is an ex-monarchy ruled by a council that has morphed into capitalism and feudalism’s horrid little baby with ‘nobles’ controlling everything. 

Queer Culture: First of all I use the word queer a Lot lol so if you aren’t into that, might not be for you. There is oppression since I am one of the queers who prefers an overcoming story than a setting with no oppression, but it is similar to current western culture in the sense that it’s not Horrible (so no like legal death sentences for gay sex etc), not As bad as it used to be, is worse in rural areas, and is rapidly changing in the cities. for the most part people hide their queerness but there is underground culture. Most of the characters are queer so there’s a lot of rep including ace and nb

Plot:

So far, it is Long. I am 200k words in at chapter 27 and probably only halfway through and this is only the first book. A lot of the first bit is just Mila’s struggles at the school where she’s learning forging. It is taking a turn into much more political intrigue than I planned but I’m leaning into it. so just know that its long and not just constant action, there is a lot of downtime since I enjoy my character interactions and developments and fluff etc. 

It is very R rated. Mostly due to dark subject matter, blood/gore etc, and lots of swearing (I come from a family where they’re just used as emphasis words really lol, so that’s somewhat leaked in...and it’s a first draft so I can’t be bothered to spend that much time removing them). There is a Lot of discussion around sex but no actual sex scenes. It has many things which could be triggering so just lmk if you want me to warn you about anything specific. It is dark and has dark themes, however, it is not a grimdark vibe, the vibes are actually fairly light all things considered. The characters have a lot of bantz and mess around and have fun, so it’s much less constantly serious than most ‘dark’ adult fantasy. I wanted to make them more relatable as people rather than just ‘whatever badass magic user’ (they’re actually mostly fairly pathetic pft)

General CW list: violence, gore, emotional abuse, abusive relationships, child abuse, sexual harassment, bullying, homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism, frank depictions of mental illness, alcohol/drug use, addictions, intrusive thoughts, self harm, suicide ideation/attempts, war, war crimes, torture, mind control

CW list of things mentioned and discussed or that happen but not shown directly ‘on screen’: rape, pedophilia, forced pregnancy

Characters:

I’ll just give a very brief (and not great) description of the main three

Mila: (pron. ‘mee-luh’) the MC, disaster lesbian but more in a cringe fail way than a messy bitch way. tiny (4′10) but v powerful, just can’t quite use it yet. country kid way behind on the times. needs a break so badly

Ardev: imagine if you gave a wet rat the power to take over the world but he couldn’t be bothered. gay/ace and has so many things deeply wrong with him. short king

Endel: the only competent one. bi. BDE. femme. a slut. perfect at everything. his biggest flaw is that he likes Ardev. also has things deeply wrong with him.

thx for reading and again, DM if you’re interested or have questions <3

[narrowtriangle33-blog]

Conservatives, even when all of the facts are in your face, you still deny the reality of systemic racism.

"I mean really? What in the hell makes a group of people with a history of enslavement , genocide and apartheid in order to achieve what they have belive they have been so sucessful that they can lecture others. Without enslavement, genocide and aparthied, whites in America would have very little, if anything." "People in this forum have the opinion that blacks should do things like whites and if we do so, we can make it in America. So then what we need to do is orchestate a bloody coup, confiscate all property owned by whites, jail all whites who oppose the coup, write a new constitution that declare citizenship and it's protection only for non whites, make whites chattel for the forseeable future, make it illegal for whites to reald, own property or access information and create laws where if whites get out of line they can be beaten and killed." "Because this is how whites have done it." "In another forum, I stated that the root cause of the problems blacks face is white racism. One of the whites there decided to say this: “The root cause of the problems faced by most blacks today are people like you who misidentify or ignore the real problems they face to further their own personal agendas.”" "'This is another of the long, long line of idiotic comments made by right wing whites. White racism was determined to be the problem 53 years ago by the Kerner Commission."

""What white Americans have never fully understood but what the Negro can never forget--is that white society is deeply implicated in the ghetto. White institutions created it, white institutions maintain it, and white society condones it."" ""White racism is essentially responsible for the explosive mixture which has been accumulating in our cities since the end of World War II."" "But the excuse will be made about how that was 50 years ago, and that stupid ass song will be sung titled, "That was in the Past."" "On February 26, 2018, 50 years after the Kerner Commission findings, the Economic Policy Institute published a report evaluating the progress of the black community since the Kerner Report was released. It was based on a study done by the Economic Policy Institute that compared the progress of the black community in 2018 with the condition of the black community at the time of the Kerner Commission. Titled “50 years after the Kerner Commission,” the study concluded that there had been some improvements in the situation blacks faced but there were still disadvantages blacks faced that were based on race." "Following up on this, Richard Rothstein of the Economic Policy Institute wrote an op-ed published in the February 28th edition of the New York Daily News titled, “50 years after the Kerner Commission, minimal racial progress.” It had been 50 years since the commission made their recommendations at that point, yet Rothstein makes this statement: “So little has changed since 1968 that the report remains worth reading as a near-contemporary description of racial inequality.”" "So 3 years ago the same conclusion was made. "The root cause of the problems blacks face is white racism."" "On October 24, 2013, the Kellogg Foundation sent out a press release about a report they had done entitled, “The Business Case for Racial Equity”. This was a study done by the Kellogg Foundation, using information it had studied and assessed from the Center for American Progress, National Urban League Policy Institute, Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies and the U.S. Department of Justice."

“Striving for racial equity – a world where race is no longer a factor in the distribution of opportunity – is a matter of social justice. But moving toward racial equity can generate significant economic returns as well. When people face barriers to achieving their full potential, the loss of talent, creativity, energy, and productivity is a burden not only for those disadvantaged, but for communities, businesses, governments, and the economy as a whole. Initial research on the magnitude of this burden in the United States (U.S.), as highlighted in this brief, reveals impacts in the trillions of dollars in lost earnings, avoidable public expenditures, and lost economic output.” "The Kellogg Foundation and Altarum Institute In 2011, DEMOS did a study named “The Racial Wealth Gap, Why Policy Matters”, which discussed the racial wealth gap, the problems associated with it along with solutions and outcomes if the gap did not exist. In this study DEMOS determined that the racial wealth gap was primarily driven by policy decisions." "“The U.S. racial wealth gap is substantial and is driven by public policy decisions. According to our analysis of the SIPP data, in 2011 the median white household had $111,146 in wealth holdings, compared to just $7,113 for the median Black household and $8,348 for the median Latino household. From the continuing impact of redlining on American homeownership to the retreat from desegregation in public education, public policy has shaped these disparities, leaving them impossible to overcome without racially-aware policy change.”" Harvard. "“Racial inequality in the United States today may, ultimately, be based on slavery, but it is also based on the failure of the country to take effective steps since slavery to undermine the structural racial inequality that slavery put in place. From the latter part of the nineteenth century through the first half of the twentieth century, the Jim Crow system continued to keep Blacks “in their place,” and even during and after the civil rights era no policies were adopted to dismantle the racial hierarchy that already existed.”" "HOUSING DISCRIMINATION AS A BASIS FOR BLACK REPARATIONS, Jonathan Kaplan and Andrew Valls, Public Affairs Quarterly" "Volume 21, Number 3, July 2007" "McKinsey and Co. “It will end up costing the U.S. economy as much as $1 trillion between now and 2028 for the nation to maintain its longstanding black-white racial wealth gap, according to a report released this month from the global consultancy firm McKinsey & Company. That will be roughly 4 percent of the United States GDP in 2028—just the conservative view, assuming that the wealth growth rates of African Americans will outpace white wealth growth at its current clip of 3 percent to .8 percent annually, said McKinsey. If the gap widens, however, with white wealth growing at a faster rate than black wealth instead, it could end up costing the U.S. $1.5 trillion or 6 percent of GDP according to the firm.”" "Citigroup" "Cost Of Racism: U.S. Economy Lost $16 Trillion Because Of Discrimination, Bank Says" "Nationwide protests have cast a spotlight on racism and inequality in the United States. Now a major bank has put a price tag on how much the economy has lost as a result of discrimination against African Americans: $16 trillion." "Since 2000, U.S. gross domestic product lost that much as a result of discriminatory practices in a range of areas, including in education and access to business loans, according to a new study by Citigroup." "Specifically, the study came up with $16 trillion in lost GDP by noting four key racial gaps between African Americans and whites:" "$13 trillion lost in potential business revenue because of discriminatory lending to African American entrepreneurs, with an estimated 6.1 million jobs not generated as a result" "$2.7 trillion in income lost because of disparities in wages suffered by African Americans" "$218 billion lost over the past two decades because of discrimination in providing housing credit" "And $90 billion to $113 billion

in lifetime income lost from discrimination in accessing higher education" "Why this is just a bunch of liberal jibberish to to blacks in order to keep them voting democrat. Those aren't the problems, what we conservatives tell you is the real problem. Why if you just had a father in the home none of this would happen." "Black Workers Still Earn Less than Their White Counterparts"

"As employers in the U.S. tackle issues around racism, fresh attention is being given to the racial wage gap and why black men and women, in particular, still earn substantially less than their white counterparts. Nearly 56 years after the passage of the Civil Rights Act, "we find equal pay for equal work is still not a reality," noted Jackson Gruver, a data analyst at compensation data and software firm PayScale."

"Last year, PayScale analyzed differences in earnings between white men and men of color using data from a sample of 1.8 million employees surveyed between January 2017 and February 2019." 'Among the findings, Gruver reported: "Even as black or African-American men climb the corporate ladder, they still make less than equally qualified white men. They are the only racial/ethnic group that does not achieve pay parity with white men at some level."' "The study found that black men had the largest "uncontrolled pay gap" relative to white men, when comparing the average earnings of black men and white men in the U.S."

"On average, black men earned 87 cents for every dollar a white man earned. Hispanic workers had the next largest gap, earning 91 cents for every dollar earned by white men."

"To put that in perspective, the median salary of a white man in our sample is $72,900; the controlled median pay for black or African-American men is thus $71,500," Gruver said. "This suggests a $1,400 difference in pay that is likely attributable to race."" "So daddy lives at home and the family still makes less than whites. Because:" "NWLC calculations, based on the U.S. Census Bureau's Current Population Survey for 2016, revealed that when comparing all men and women who work full time, year-round in the U.S., women were paid just 80 cents for every dollar paid to their male counterparts. But the wage gap was even larger when looking specifically at black women who work full time, year-round—they were paid only 63 cents for every dollar paid to white, non-Hispanic men." "Stephen Miller, Black Workers Still Earn Less than Their White Counterparts, www.shrm.org/resourcesandtools/hr-topics/compensation/pages/racial-wage-gaps-persistence-poses-challenge.aspx" "So a white working couple will make 90 cents on every dollar while a black working couple makes 75 cents. To allow you to understand this reality a white female worker makes 80 cents on every dollar a white man makes. White females are demanding equal pay and rightfully so." "And you black folk really need to start taking education seriously." "Black unemployment is significantly higher than white unemployment regardless of educational attainment" "The black unemployment rate is nearly or more than twice the white unemployment rate regardless of educational attainment. It is, and always has been, about twice the white unemployment rate; however, the depth of this racial inequality in the labor market rarely makes the headlines." "Over the last 12 months, the average unemployment rate for black college graduates has been 4.1 percent—nearly two times the average unemployment rate for white college graduates (2.4 percent) and equivalent to the unemployment rate of whites with an associate’s degree or who have not completed college (4.0 percent). The largest disparity is seen among those with less than a high school diploma: while whites with less than a high school diploma have an unemployment rate of 6.9 percent, the black unemployment rate is 16.6 percent—over two times the white average." "The broader significance of this disparity suggests a race penalty whereby blacks at each level of education have unemployment rates that are the same as or higher than less educated whites." "Valerie Wilson, Black unemployment is significantly higher than white unemployment regardless of educational attainment, www.epi.org/publication/black-unemployment-educational-attainment/" "African Americans are paid less than whites at every education level" "While the economy continues to improve and wages are finally beginning to inch up for most Americans, African Americans are still being paid less than whites at every education level. As you can see from the chart below, while a college education results in higher wages—both for whites and blacks—it does not eliminate the black-white wage gap. African Americans are still earning less than whites at every level of educational attainment. A recent EPI report, Black-white wage gaps expand with rising wage inequality, shows that this gap persists even after controlling for years of experience, region of the country, and whether one lives in an urban or rural area. In fact, since 1979, the gaps between black and white workers have grown the most among workers with a bachelor’s degree or higher—the most educated workers." "Valerie Wilson, African Americans are paid less than whites at every education level, www.epi.org/publication/african-americans-are-paid-less-than-whites-at-every-education-level/"

"But to say white racism is the cause of things no matter how much proof we show your white asses, you have some kind of idiotic ass excuse, like we are blaming whites for our failures or;" "We misdiagnose and ignore the "real" problem to fit an imaginary agenda racists in tha white community invented so they can deny how THEY are the root cause of the problem." "You right wing scrubs are always talking about responsibility." "Take some instead of running your mouths."

[canichangemyblogname]

You're going to say my posts were condescending? Wait until you read this one.

You're going to block me and then continue to tag me in unrelated posts so that I can't even respond?

Can you not take the heat?

I explicitly agreed with you that George Lucas does not have good writing. And then said that you're still asking him to TELL you things that are already there for you to see. Like the fact that there were conversations we were not privy to as fans that happened between people like Bail and Yoda, Obi Wan and Bail, Obi Wan and Owen and Beru, Bail and the Naberrie family, Bail and Padmé, and Obi Wan and Padmé.

You claiming the Naberrie family was completely uninvolved and kept in the dark is a head canon. There is no in-movie evidence to suggest this happened.

Hell, I could claim that Kenobi is being paid under the table in the new TV show because we never see him negotiate pay and present documents to his employer. Is there evidence for this? No. Is there anything to suggest this isn't the case? Not technically... but there is a lot of evidence people could use to refute my claim. A lot more than I would have to defend it.

I suggested that the pop-cultural "the curtains are just blue" hot take is a cancer on media literacy. That's not a dig at your intelligence. That's a fact. A dig at your intelligence would have been telling you that you're illiterate, which I never did.

I said you're asking George Lucas to hold your hand through this, which isn't a dig at your intelligence. Saying you need your hand held would be a dig at your intelligence. But as this has been explained to you several times, now, yah... it seems you need your hand held. Is that calling you stupid? No.

Hell, you're clearly smart enough to misrepresent people's arguments.

But, judging by how you took my "lets not compare Leia's adoption to the Catholic Church's hand in genocide" to mean "the Jedi are indigenous," yah... I'd say you do lack comprehension skills.

You should really ask for a refund on that degree.

It's not condescending to suggest we don't compare two magical space children getting adopted to avoid being found by a magical space emperor to a literal genocide. It's not condescending to tell you not to use a public abuse trial that people literally turned into a "fandom war" to discredit someone.

And it's certainly not condescending to tell people to stop fucking tagging me in their fucking posts.

Oh, it's also not condescending to defend black and brown creators who do character redesign art that makes characters black or brown like them. And it's not condescending to remind you that George Lucas was inspired by Samurai films.

There isn't a single condescending thing in either of my responses to you. I asked you not to disrespect me. I asked you not to call me a bitch. I asked you not to misrepresent my arguments.

When I come in and say:

"There is no evidence to suggest Jedi kidnapped kids."

And your response is:

"I never said the Jedi deserved to die."

That is misrepresenting my argument. Because I literally never said that you said those things. I took screenshots of your posts before you changed them to edit the parts that made little sense in the context of everything we were discussing.

Your replies to my posts sound like a scripted response. Like you expected me to say a couple things you've heard before and your go to was "I never said!" So, you were woefully unprepared when I came back with, "I never said you said."

I have given you patient piece of evidence after evidence, including reminding you that the Jedi- Obi Wan and Yoda- were Anakin's legal family and thus had every say in the fate of those kids.

And your response is that I called you a racist and a DV apologist and a child hater? When none of those left my damn mouth?

I'd like you to point me to where I called you a slur. Because I know that I wasn't the one throwing bitch around.

I give you a well-rounded argument and your response is to suggest I must just want to fuck Obi Wan Kenobi? Kenobist?

Because I certainly do nothing but defend Bail Organa or Obi Wan Kenobi on my blog (/sar). I've certainly never reblogged or written posts that criticize Bail Organa for voting for the Clone Army (/sar). Or written posts criticizing codywan fans for their fucking whitesaviorism (/sar). I've certainly never made a post talking about how we need to stop infantilizing grown men (/sar). And I've always maintained that the Jedi order is perfect- actually perfect- in every way (/sar).

If you wanted to bring up the ethics of adoption- and closed adoption in particular- then write that post. If you think there are inherent consent issues in adoption, then say so. Make that argument. But do not compare the adoption of magical space children to real life adoptions. Especially considering that OUR real life history of adoption has a checkered past with race and genocide.

By comparing two magical white space babies to what has happened in our country and in our adoption systems- mostly to black and brown children- you downplay the horrors of genocide.

You aren't even addressing my main points anymore. You're attempting to garner sorrow when you've realized that the take you committed yourself to defend tooth and nail might not actually be the hot take it is.

And look who's actually trying to call in the cronies to defend her:

What? Can't make an argument without having a gang to jump someone with?

@gch1995

[writing-in-april]

Erotica Explained

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Spencer’s POV)

Summary: Spencer discovers his girlfriend’s writing.

A/N: Hey Heyyy- this is my twenty-sixth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! It’s based on this request- and I did end up using a small snippet from one of my other fics! Sorry this ones out late too lol had a very difficult day. Feel free to leave me an ask here (I promise I don’t bite) Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sub!Spencer, Unprotected sex, A little bit of grinding, A little bit of overstimulation, Creampie

Main Masterlist Word Count:1.7k

I don’t use technology often, if I can help it I don’t use it at all. But, I had to use it right now, there was something I needed to look up on the computer. It wasn’t for a case or anything, I was just too curious and too impatient to wait to go to the library.

Because I don’t use technology often at all, I didn’t own a personal laptop. The only one I regularly used was the one I was given at work, and that was done begrudgingly. Though I couldn’t use that one right now as I was at my apartment I shared with my girlfriend. My girlfriend however, happened to have a laptop that she wouldn’t mind me using.

When I opened up her laptop, it was already unlocked with a tab already opened. My eyes unintentionally quickly glazed over the page, my eyes widening as I flitted across the page. It was some sort of story, one that contained things that made me blush. At the end of what was visible without scrolling down it read,

His fingers twitched at his side when you blew cool air onto his length, you sneered again, “If you touch me I’ll stop.”

My own trousers started to grow a little tight after reading that, then confusion made its way into my face, wondering what in the world I was reading. I clicked around, not really knowing what I was doing and I fell into a wormhole of reading. It wasn’t until I glanced up to see who owned the documents it all clicked together. They were my girlfriend’s stories.

They were her stories about a slew of characters that already existed in other media, the first one I had read even happened to be about a Star Wars character- Poe to be specific. Once it all clicked together I slammed the computer shut, feeling like I had invaded her privacy. Then I swiftly got into a cold shower, ready to freeze my arousal and wash off my shame.

—-

My foot was tapping even crazier than normal as I sat next to my girlfriend. We had decided on a night in, choosing to order take out and watch a few movies on a rare night off for me. It was her turn to choose, and unsurprisingly she chose Star Wars.

“What’s wrong?” She asked me when I started to basically vibrate when Poe came onto the screen. I couldn’t keep it in any longer, the guilt was eating me alive sitting here while I watched a constant reminder of what I read.

“I’m sorry-“ She was about to open her mouth to probably ask me why I was apologizing, but I steamrolled over it by ranting, “I looked at your writing- the erotica you write. I- I think it’s about already existing characters? Which I hadn’t heard about before-“

She finally did get a chance to cut me off by calling out my name, getting me to stop my nervous rant, “Are you mad- that I umm am writing about someone who’s not you?”

“No! It’s natural to be attracted to different people even while you’re with someone…” I was already falling down into another rant, this time however I caught myself and found the point I had been looking for, “I actually think it’s kind of hot.”

“Oh yeah?” Her eyebrows had shot up almost high enough that they were up into her hairline. I flushed a little at that, feeling vulnerable under her gaze even though I knew she always kept me safe.

“I- um actually was wondering if you could do to me-“ The words died on my tongue when my eyes met hers again, and just by her eyes I could see that she knew what I wanted. She just wanted me to say it out loud.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Wh-hat I read- can you umm-?”

She didn’t let me stumble any longer, cutting off my stuttering, “You want me to do the things you read about to you?”

I nodded vigorously, but that wasn’t enough for her. She leaned forward, grabbing my cheeks between two of her fingers, then prompting me, “Use your words.”

I whimpered at that, remembering seeing it in one of her writings. I learned from the character, who had mouthed off in the fanfic, instead breathily answering, “Yes, I want you to use me like you wrote.”

Soon enough my clothes had been taken off by me as I had to follow her command to ‘strip’. She did so as well, then straddling me, starting immediately to grind on my cock. I moved my hands to her hips to try to get her to do something more, but they were quickly pushed off. She then pinned them above my head, leaning forward to whisper into my lips, “No you don’t get to touch unless I tell you too.”

“Yes, Miss!” I gasped out instantly, wanting to be perfect for her.

“Mmmm good boy.”

That made me keen even more, loving the praise she gave me a dash of, I craved her showering it onto me. She kept her course of action, grinding onto my cock until her own arousal completely soaked it. All it would take was for the head of my cock to notch at my entrance, she was so wet I could slip in easily. But, all I could do was wait until she let me have her. I’m sure if I begged she’d only smirk at me, so I kept my mouth shut and took what I was given.

She finally sunk down onto my cock, though it was excruciatingly slow. I tried to fight my instincts, keeping my hips flush with the couch so I wouldn’t get scolded for moving without permission.

When the backs of her thighs finally hit the tips of mine, I groaned unintentionally. She seemed to love it, starting to buck her hips enthusiastically at my response. My hands balled up into fists, knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping them. It was taking so much to not cum already, her hands pinning me and how beautiful she looked above me making it overwhelming.

“Awww are you already so close? You love getting used like this don’t you?” She goaded once she realized how much I was fighting my release with my squinted eyes.

It took me a minute to find the words, as all my mind could focus on at the moment was how she felt around me. My IQ was completely slashed to 60, but I did eventually get out, “Yes miss”

She sped up her pace at my words, alternating from grinding down into me hard and bouncing vigorously on top of me. When she lent forward to give me a bruising kiss, she swallowed all the noises I was making, until she dipped her head down to mark up my collarbone. It was all too much; I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.

“You’re such a good boy for me Spencer.” She gasped above me, writhing on my cock while she continued to bounce. It was getting so hard to bear, especially with more praise, but I wanted to wait until she came. She looked like a goddess, especially just as she was about to cum, which she soon signaled by saying, “Oh god baby, you’re gonna make me cum!”

All I could do was watch as she removed one hand from where they were wrapped around my own to rub circles into her clit. She tipped her head back, mouth dropped open in a moan, and thighs shaking as her orgasm washed over her. She shook above me for a minute, hips stuttering as she tried to continue the pace she built while her orgasm was ripping through her. Once she had come down from her release she then focused on mine, building the pace back up to be even faster than her original one.

“Go ahead and cum baby boy.” With one more swivel of her hips, I fell off the edge at her command, filling her all the way up with my release. She held my hands up above my head still and still moved her hips while I rode out my high. When she stopped her movements once I whimpered loudly out of overstimulation, she finally let go of my hands.

I let myself relax as she slumped over onto me, resting her head onto my still somewhat heaving chest. With my hands once again free I wrapped my arms around her middle, entrapping her this time.

Looking up I then noticed the movie was still going, completely unobstructed by our actions. It was towards the end of the movie already, telling me how long we had been going at it. Though I didn’t care that I missed it, I got to act out a partial storyline from it, even if it was a made up one. The movie could only hold my attention for so long, there was someone far more interesting with me.

“So are you gonna write some with me?” She giggled out while tracing her fingers up and down my chest, lingering over my sternum. Her proposition was an intriguing one for sure, especially now that she explained some of it to me. Though, I think my writing style is more suited for more of an academic setting.

I snorted a little, giggling a little myself, then brushing my hair out of my eyes so I could see them more clearly. When I tipped her chin up with my fingers and their eyes met mine, they were full of mischief. She was definitely trying to get me riled up again, but I had a quip back of my own, “I don’t think I’d be good at it- but maybe you’ll let me read from now on? I wouldn’t mind editing some as well, it sounds fun.”

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[senlinyu]

Thanks for the tag @simplifiedemotions

How many works do you have on AO3?

47

What’s your total AO3 word count?

994094. I feel like I've been edging a million words for like a year, and then writing nothing but minifics and one-shots.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Just two three. Harry Potter. Star Wars. Edit: And Avatar: The Last Airbender.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Manacled

2. All You Want

3. The Seduction

4. Love and Other Misfortunes.

5. Height

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I don't. When I started posting on ao3 I didn't realize it was a thing, and thought that if I replied that people would think I was doing it to inflate my comment count, and then by the time I realized that it was the polite thing to do, I was in really deep and had overcommitted myself with update schedules. And replying to comments gives me really bad anxiety for some reason, I feel really bad if my replies are repetitive, or like one person gets a longer response than someone else, and so then I start mentally spiralling and stressing about it, so I've just made it a rule that I don't need to reply to comments and prioritize chapter updates as a way of making it up to my readers. But I do read them all.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Manacled, that's the one that has hurt the most people I'd say.

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't. I find worldbuilding in one universe gives me enough stress without adding on a second one.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. Quite a bit of during the last year in particular. I have resigned myself that it's the inevitable consequence of having stories recommended outside of their intended audience, they start finding their way to people who are going to hate them. And I've never prioritized widespread appeal or catered to a particular readership, so it's not surprising, but still it does get to be a bit much somedays when it feels like I can't go anywhere without running into it. But I'm coming to terms with it... and I just stay off social media and keep my social circles small on the days when I don't feel like I can.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I have been known to. I don't even know what kind I write. I've done all sorts at this point. I've found that I don't tend to like writing particularly explicit sex in longer fics because I feel like it tends to distract from the focus of the story, but I enjoy writing smutty one-shots and shorter fics where I can give my kinks a full workout.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes... a couple times now. But so far its been something that's been pretty easily resolved.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. I've been meaning to make a spreadsheet for translations because I've been trying to get more organised about fandom stuff.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Dramione is what I always come back to in the end.

Whats a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Too many, tbh. I have so many projects that I've started and now they're languishing in my files and I just haven't found them compelling enough to finish or had the motivation to rework into something better.

What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know. I think my use of language is fairly vivid, visually/physically/emotionally. That's probably my main strength.

What are your writing weaknesses?

My sentences lean towards being too short and choppy all the time. I can't write first person that I don't despise. I get overwhelmed by large casts. And I can get too easily caught up in overanalyzing my plots and picking them apart and thereby never finishing them.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I enjoy it when there's a plot point to it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter.

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Ugh. Hard to say. I have a lot of fond feelings for Manacled since I am pretty proud of it and I kind of... grew up as a writer in the process of writing it. But that also makes it a kind of painful fic to reread because it's hard for me to see the story people love because I just see all the technical issues and things I could have done better.

A lot of my other fics are based at younger ages like Eighth Year (now I'm currently writing a 6th Year fic) where the framework and perspective of the characters is narrowed by their age, and so even though I like them and really enjoyed writing them, they have less of a sense of resonance for me personally. I have a really complicated fic that I've been developing for over a year now that has probably my most interesting Draco and a very complicated Hermione, and if I can swing it, it'll probably be my favourite because it kind of hits a lot of my sweet spots story-wise. But god knows when I'll get around to publishing it.

Tagging: @bourbonrain, @lovesbitca8, @monsterleadmehome, @im-a-monster-fucking-princess @akashathekitty @wordsmithmusings265 @katsitting @littlemulattokitten @jmilzwrites

[daughterdooley]

[ID: a photo of the toy soldier from the mechanisms, next to it are a variety of different clothing and accessory items that fall under the j-fashion style lolita.]

styling lolita coords* based on fictional characters i like part 1 of idk i'll be making these until all the pieces of my first coord get here so it'll probably be a lot.

full image description + piece names + notes under the cut.

*coordinate, or coord for short, means lolita outfit

[extended ID: a photo of the toy soldier, a white person wearing a cartoony black and red military uniform with a handlebar moustache drawn on, editted next to a bunch of clothing and accessory items, from top to bottom, they are a black beret with a red tartan bow on it, a light brown wig with strawberry streaks that falls just below shoulder length and has bangs, a military-esque tartan jacket with black lapels and gold buttons, a short-sleeved white frilly bib front blouse with gold fringe hanging from the sleeve hems, and a red bow lined with the same gold at the collar, a black dress with a waist tie and strap sleeves that has a white lace border depicting teapots and teacups, a bag shaped like a white and gold striped teacup with "angelic pretty" "tea" written on it, a pair of red and black harlequin print tights, and a pair of black heeled lace-up ankle-boots. END]

ok so. going to drop item names and then my notes on them going from top to bottom.

lief - 2017 tartan school series tartan school ribbon beret, notes: i hate lolita piece names so much it's unreal, at least baby*'s names actually make sense when put together. i have a lot of bitterness towards this piece bc i couldn't find a single other stock photo of this colorway even though i know they're out there

gothic lolita bible x angelic pretty - melty doll wig set, notes: ap uses this wig to model every single headpiece they've ever made and i think it causes a pavlovian response in me to glance around for a price tag to avoid looking directly at

excentrique - check napoleon jacket, notes: i mean for this to be worn open around the shoulders the way military lolitas tend to wear jackets, so the sleeves aren't covering the arms and the cuffs are on their own

angelic pretty - fantasy theater blouse, notes: oh angelic pretty bad stock photo era my beloathed

angelic pretty - napoleon cuffs

jane marple - tea party lace jsk, notes: i don't like the silhouette shown in the stock photo very much, if i were to actually coord this i think i'd pair it with a much bigger petticoat

angelic pretty - tea time bag

alice and the pirates - diamond tights (2012), notes: yeah the red is a lot darker in Literally Any Other Photo of these tights and is closer to the colors shown in the tartans, the exposure is just really turned up in the stock photos ig

alice and the pirates - clara short boots (2021)

ok so. for the ts i was thinking of finding the middle ground between classic and military styles, now, as someone whose personal style can only be described as "hime or bust" (hime: japanese for princess, hime lolita is a style i like to say is based around looking like you stepped out of a roccoco painting), which makes things hard because while classic and hime are comparable styles, hime has the styling conventions of ott sweet which is. very drastically different, and military lolita is more than a bit rare in the west, has nothing in common with the hime substyle, and something i personally steer clear of bc a lot? of military lolita stuff? is filled with red flags?, also i am nothing if not anti war i do not want to look at things fashioned after military uniforms. but i think i did manage to strike a balance with the classic mainpiece, military style jacket, cuffs, and boots, and lack of accessories which physically pained me.

*nickname for brand baby the stars shine bright, every piece has the same naming conventions as a fallout boy song

[tundrainafrica]

Title: Do you love daddy?

Summary:  

“Do you love daddy?” Luke repeated. His eyes were wide, he was probably reading into her soul.

Hange didn’t want to give him too easy of a time mind reading. “Of course I do,” she said.

“How come you never tell him you love him?”

Luke asks Hange a question and Hange reflects on it.

Written for Levihan Week 2021, Day 2: Confessions

Link: AO3

Notes:

Levihan Week Day 2 Prompt: Confessions, organized by @levihanweek.

I edited this half asleep to meet my own internal deadline for day 2. I hope it still suffices. Feedback is very much appreciated!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

There was a small forest near their house. In fact, Hange had decided on their permanent home mainly for its proximity from the park.

In the middle of the park was a small, small forest. But to Hange, it was ginormous. Or at least, what you would consider ginormous in an urban setting. It held adventure. It held mystery. It held some breathtaking liberation, something withheld from her during her years as a commander.

That particular weekend was a lazy weekend. It was just her and her son. For some parent-child bonding, Hange was ready to get lost in the forest. Before she could even dive deeper though, reality rammed into her in such an abrupt, yet such gentle and adorable manner. “Do you love daddy?” Luke asked.

With those words alone, Hange could almost hear the curiosity burning inside him. She kept her eyes trained ahead, focusing on the forest. The woods were small, the forest was only large enough for a few small kids to play some hybrid between tag and hide-and-seek. The trees were of a safe size, some convenient shape that framed their surroundings.

It was a beautiful view, something she didn’t see often, especially when cooped up in the office forty hours a week. She decided to enjoy it and let whatever answer to that question come organically.

Do I love Levi?

The forest held more than adventure. It held something silent and invisible. Along the way, she had suddenly become aware of the breathing of her son, the rustle of the leaves. He was only inches away from her. In surprise, she turned back to her son while attempting to conceal the discomfort. She willed herself to keep her chin up, her eyes a reasonable size and her breathing very much even.

“Do you love daddy?” The kid repeated, his eyes wide. He could probably read into her soul and she didn’t want to give him too easy of a time mind reading.

“Of course I do,” Hange said.

“How come you never tell him you love him?”

“I do.”

“Corbin says his parents tell each other they love each other everyday,” Luke said.

Corbin… Was that a friend at school? It was nothing more than a passing thought. If it demanded to be something else, Hange didn’t notice, her thoughts had embedded themselves into something a little more pressing. “Luke, you don’t think I love daddy?” she challenged.

The young boy cocked his head to one side and shrugged. “You don’t tell daddy you love him…”

Hange could have sworn she did. She found herself racking her memories for some hint to an answer, some hint to reassurance that would suffice for her son.

When Hange indulged that nostalgia, the trees blurred for a second, the greens extended beyond the frames of her view. The sky that wiggled themselves through the canopy as streams of light disappeared for just a second.

Why don’t we just live here together? They echoed inside her and with it, they sent a rush of confidence through her. “I love him.” She had enough confidence to introduce it as if it were a well thought out proposition. She turned to his son.

Luke narrowed his eyes. Through the years, he was starting to look more and more like his father. If Luke expressed emotions anything like his father, Hange could be certain, it was doubt written all over his face.

Luke didn’t believe her? Hange was in no mood though for a lecture. She was in no mood for a moment of introspection, especially when there were still lichens and moss around her she wanted to identify. “Let’s talk about that when we get home.”

The conversation was over. Hange walked ahead then into the forest and tabled that problem for later.

***

Children never forget.

Hange scolded herself for underestimating the boy and to add insult to injury, overestimating herself. She wasn’t at all ready for the talk, especially not in front of Levi. She had just indulged that bad habit of hers, that tendency to assume that a five year old would forget what the hell they had just said.

“Do you love each other?” Luke had asked. It came too out of nowhere, over half finished plates of homemade pasta and untouched bowls of soup.

Levi coughed violently then dropped his spoon. One hand flew to his mouth. “What the fuck.” It came out like a mumble, a second later, concealed by one smooth deep breath.

Hange was frozen, too frozen to even tell what had been her first reaction.

Levi composed himself quickly. “Why are you asking that?”

Hange had known him long enough to know though that he was raring to insert some curse into that query. “Of course we do” Her response was automatic. Still she found herself, flashing Levi a look.

He returned it with something unreadable, seemingly uninterested but with a sliver of surprise.

“How come you never tell each other ‘I love you?’” Luke asked.

“We do,” Levi said.

For a second, Hange was relieved. At least they were still in the same wavelength.

“When?” Luke asked.

“Sometimes… when you’re asleep,” Hange said. Once again, those words had been automatic, impulsive. They were a product of Hange's inability to process such complex emotions, especially with a five year old of all things.

It was a mistake, an utterly stupid mistake. How the hell Hange hadn’t seen through it, it was a mystery. Really though, five year olds were very unpredictable creatures.

Luke wasn’t sleeping that night and he was doing a shitty job pretending he was asleep. Their apartment wasn’t too small but the walls were thin enough that everything just went bump, sometimes the doors went creak.

Overcompensating maybe for her stupid move, Hange decided to just perk her ears up. listen closely and attempt to make sense of the sounds. A few reiterations later, Hange figured it out. Luke was walking back and forth from the bed to the door and he wasn’t doing such a good job. He bumped, he creaked, sometimes he whispered.

Eventually, Hange would have to come in and put him to bed herself.

Still, that could wait. “Levi. You wanna go back to bed?” Hange said, just loud enough for the sound to travel to the open kitchen. Levi was once again reorganizing the cupboard.

Levi looked back at her, his eyes sleepy and his expression just a little dumb. It was late at night and she couldn’t really blame him for his utter obliviousness and his apathy over the whole fiasco. He shifted his eyes towards the partially open bedroom door for a second, then he met Hange’s gaze. He made his way the few feet to the sofa. “Do you plan on doing anything about… that?” He settled himself on the sofa next to Hange and looked at her expectantly.

“He’s gonna fall asleep eventually.”

“I know the kid. If you don’t talk to him about this, he’s not gonna sleep,” Levi said.

“Talk to him about…” Hange was feigning obliviousness.

It didn’t seem to work with Levi though. “That love thing, whatever that is. I don’t know what even happened between the two of you.” Levi leaned back on the sofa. “But I want my son to get a good night’s sleep.

Hange sighed. “While we were playing in the park, he asked if I loved ‘daddy.’”

Levi turned to her, a deadpan expression on his face. “Do you love me then?”

Comically Deadpan. Hange couldn’t even make sense of it herself, the question, the reaction had come so abruptly, so unexpectedly that Hange had to look away for some space and peace, enough at least for her to come up with some sorry excuse of a response.

“Why? What’s so funny?” Levi pressed.

The more he asked, the harder it would be to answer. And Hange didn’t want to make a big deal of it too late at night. The wry grin on her face was all she could muster. “Sorry, it just came out of nowhere--- What the hell, why are you asking it like this, all of a sudden.”

“Because Luke was asking?” Levi answered matter-of-factly. Hange was starting to wonder, was she making a big deal out of those three simple words?

“There must have been a reason right? A reason we never really said those words...”

“Why don’t you?” Levi asked.

“It feels….” I love you. She echoed it then she moved her lips slightly, just enough to feel for herself how it should have felt to say it out loud. “Excessive?”

“Does it?”

“Well… People say it all the time but then they cheat on each other, they abandon each other, they fight and it just seems like… something people say to be dramatic.”

“Unless you mean it right?” Levi suggested.

“What if--- I just wanna prove it. I wanna earn and support the family. I wanna spend time with you and Luke and I wanna just commit to making the relationship work. I don’t wanna add any unnecessary verbosities to it.”

“Would it hurt to say it?” Levi asked.

“It feels tacky,” Hange admitted.

“Even for your son?”

Hange sensed the slyness, the amusement in Levi’s voice. The war freak in her wanted some retribution. Her mouth went faster. “Do you love me?”

Levi turned a beet red, a rare scene particularly since they had started living together. And before Hange could even confirm that it hadn’t been some trick of the light, he looked away.

Hange craned her neck, ready to take one peek.

Levi couldn’t look away forever. “Do I really have to answer that?”

“Why? What are you so scared of?” Hange didn’t bother to stifle the smile. She snuck it into her words instead as a soft chuckle. “You okay?”

Levi spun around, his head bent down. “You’re right. It sounds tacky.” He put his hand out, balled it into a fist and pressed it to her chest. “Other words just sound better.”

The hand was warm, familiar and with one gesture, Hange felt secure. “Dedicate your heart? So you said that because you love me?”

“I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I thought I was going to lose you too,” Hange admitted. “That’s why I invited you to live in the forest with me.”

“Back then, did you…” Levi raised his brows expectantly.

Love me? Hange took the risk. “Of course.”

“Then why did you stop yourself from saying it?” Levi averted his gaze. He hung his head back and stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s excessive, melodramatic,” Hange admitted. “Why put ourselves to that drama in the middle of the war?”

“But you still invited me to live with you in the forest.”

“Other words just sound better,” Hange said. She mirrored Levi’s tone of a while ago. She hovered her hand over his, and propped it.

Levi looked up once again. Their eyes met and once again, they connected. Like every other time before and Hange was looking back at those other words again.

“Other words just sounded better then.” Right, circumstances were different then. There were words that had just been off limits, too melodramatic, especially in the middle of the war.

The war was over. They were in their own house. They were basking in the peace of post war Paradis.

It could have been a force of habit that the words kept themselves in, even when Hange had opened her mouth to speak. “I love you,” she whispered. The words were heavy, they were looming and somehow when she let them free, some other tension she dind’t even know existed had broken free from inside her. She let out a laugh, too loud for too late at night. “I love you,” she said again, much louder that time.

“Me too,” Levi said. “I love you too.” His response was smooth, natural and not at all hesitant and Hange wondered how long he had kept it in or if he had ever even rehearsed it.

She grinned, gripped his hand harder and let out a long exhale. They were silent for a few seconds and in the silence, the thumps, the thuds were deafeningly loud. Hange studied Levi’s expression, the subtle smile that climbed up his lips.

There was another thud, a few more bumps and suddenly it was silent. On the way to their bedroom, Hange snuck a glance at the partially open door, looking at the lump under the bed, the movements even, the breathing peaceful.

Luke had fallen asleep. For Levi or Luke, or even for herself, Hange made one last gesture. “I love you.” She bent forward, planting a kiss on Levi’s forehead. “Sorry if it’s five years late.”