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[glittergroovy]

[talesof-old]

nightly studies | c.w.

pairing(s): charlie weasley x male!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, blowjobs, slight edging, very slight voyeurism?, sharing an apartment, shower sex, needy reader, reader has a penis, not proofread or edited, i don’t know what i’m doing i wrote this in one sitting

word count: 1.7k

a/n: so originally the request was for while charlie and reader were at hogwarts but that would make them underage so i changed it so they’re working at the romanian dragon reserve

i did change the request just a tad, so i hope that’s fine!

masterlist

charlie weasley + smut

You’d been listening to Charlie talk about the characteristics of the Antipodean Opaleye for at least thirty-five minutes. You glanced at the clock on the apartment wall and grimaced.

23:49.

You shifted in your seat, pants rubbing against your dick in an unforgiving tease, leaving you nearly gasping. It couldn’t be helped; Charlie was most attractive when he talked about the things he was passionate about, and one of those things just happened to be dragons. The two of you had been studying for the newest addition to the Romanian dragon reserve for hours at this point.

One glance over at Charlie solidified the inkling that stopping for release would not be an option. You sighed, grabbing your previously abandoned quill and marking the notes sheet you’d made.

“-and it’s got to be one of the prettiest dragons I’ve ever seen.”

You nodded along, finishing your note about adult breeding habits. At least someone was getting ducked down.

A gentle hand touched your thigh, high enough that you nearly jumped out of your skin. “You alright, love?” Your face burned but you hummed, nodding at the redhead. He leaned closer, head just inches from yours.

“Are you certain?”

You rolled your shoulders back and spared him a glance. His eyes glittered in the soft candlelight, which under any other circumstances would have you kissing him like a starved man. He jerked his chin towards your papers. You huffed, handing him the pages with words still damp from ink.

“Blimey, you’ve gotten far more done than I have.” You shook your head. A soft smile fought its way to your lips; of course Charlie Weasley didn’t have to write any of the information down, he was Charlie Weasley. The other dragonologists didn’t joke about him being the Walking Dragon Encyclopedia for nothing.

“Not all of us can keep all of that information in our brains.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The stubble on his chin rubbed against the sensitive flesh of your face, reminding you of a much different place you’d like to feel it. You shifted in your seat again. The boner you’d been rocking for what felt like an eternity seemed to grow more sensitive with every moment. If you glanced up, you might’ve noticed the all too knowing smile on Charlie’s face.

Silence fell over the both of you, save for the scratching of quills against parchment or the clinking of metal in ink pots. It droned on and on, echoing like a drum in your ears. Charlie, potentially intentionally (and infuriating) oblivious, dutifully wrote out the notes he imagined he’d need later.

A part of you hated him for it.

The other part of you ended up winning, however. A quick glance at the clock told you it was twenty past midnight. Your shared roommate’s shift ended in just a little over an hour.

“How much longer you got?”

Charlie’s brow furrowed in mock innocence as he flipped through several pages then turned to you.

“Dunno, maybe a chapter?”

You clicked your tongue. “You have fifteen minutes. Please come to the bedroom when you’re done.” He simply blinked at your request; a borderline plea for him to follow.

“Love, you know I love you dearly, but why…?”

You stacked your own books neatly, putting a lid on your ink pot and organizing your paper. His expectant words had you gnawing at the inner part of your cheek.

Heat spread across your neck. Was he really going to make you explain yourself? Truly?

Instead, you stood.

In moments, Charlie’s face was beat red, though the shit-eating grin on his face let you know he was far from embarrassed—or surprised. You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and shuffling to the bedroom.

“Be there soon as I finish, love. Don’t get started without me.”

His words turned firm. You bit your lip, closing the door behind you and undressing quietly. Night shifts sometimes ended earlier than normal due to the overlap of shifts, so there was a chance your roommate Sasha would be back at any moment.

You crawled into bed, clad in nothing but underwear, body nearly trembling with anticipation. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your eyelids despite the tension that seemed to snake through every inch of your being. Sleep would come quickly tonight.

Your cock ached at the lack of touch, enough that you seriously debated starting without your boyfriend. Time dragged as you laid among the soft sheets. Another glance at the clock.

00:52.

You groaned, head flopping back onto the pillow. Privacy was rare to come by these days, especially at the Sanctuary. Both of you loved your job with every fiber of your being, but damn if it didn’t sometimes get to you. It was like being in school all over again.

The door creaked open and Charlie’s sheepish smile instantly had you raising a brow.

“Sasha’s back.”

You nearly wept.

“Come on, I’ve got an idea.”

Charlie crossed the room to tug you from the bed, all but dragging you into the bathroom. The cogs in your brain slowly but surely started turning. A grin spread across your face.

“Shower sex? Really? Well you sure know how to seduce someone.” Charlie shook his head and wrapped his arms around you, peppering your face and neck with kisses. You hummed at the affection, tracing over the burn marks on his arms.

“Need to drown out the noises, rather not have him walk in on the two of us.”

Your dick throbbed at the idea of potentially getting caught. Charlie turned, switching on the shower and letting it warm up. In the meantime, you stripped down completely with him following suit, both nude in the chilly bathroom. Your cock slapped against your abdomen as you waited for the water.

“Remind you of anything?”

You laughed as you conjured up an image of the prefect bathroom.

“Perhaps one too many fond memories.”

He reached a hand under the water to test the temperature. With a nod, you were stepping into the rather small shower cubicle. He settled behind you, nipping at the skin of your shoulder as he reached around you to splay a hand over your abdomen. You clamped your mouth shut to avoid the keening noise that would’ve erupted from your throat.

“Careful, love.”

You leaned against the wall, desperate for stability as his hand lowered, gliding over skin until he gripped your cock at the base. You bucked your hips, the sensation too much and not enough. Red hot pleasure nearly blinded you as Charlie fondled your balls, your legs trembling at the sudden assault.

“I’m too tired to shag. Give you a jobby?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

He was down on his knees in an instant, lips smacking before he turned you to face him. He leaned you against the wall, legs just barely parted for balance. Charlie guided your cock to his mouth, lips parting as he took you in. You gasped, already far too close from how long you’d waited. He inched you further into his mouth until you were as far as you could go. Your eyes rolled back as he gave an experimental suck, his tongue warm and soft against your sensitive flesh.

Pleasure coiled in your gut like a spring. If he wasn’t careful, you’d blow a load quicker than a virgin.

“Charlie-“ You weren’t even sure what you were going to say, especially as he drew back and began licking at the veins of your dick. Warm water pelted against your side. You choked, reaching a hand out to the wall as he kitten licked all the way up the length of you. He paused for a brief moment, long enough that you looked down.

His hair was halfway in his eyes, sipping wet as he regarded you like something divine. Your knees went weak.

“Beautiful.”

His lips attacked themselves to your balls, already taut from holding back a rapidly impending orgasm, and you used your free hand to cover your mouth.

He grinned, moving to lick one long stripe on the bottom of your cock to the tip. Your hips bucked against his face. He loosened his jaw, careful of his teeth, and allowed you to sink back into his warm hole.

You shook, teetering on the edge of climax, though you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed.

He sucked, bobbing his head up and down as if daring you to cum in his mouth. You moaned loudly against your hand, trembling like a baby fawn as you felt your balls tightened and your cock pulsed. Your hips involuntarily jerked, sending you deeper into his mouth. The tip of your dick hit the back of his throat, and instead of choking he sucked hard.

Just as you nearly fell over the edge, Charlie pulled away. You whined, tears filling your eyes at the denial. Reasonably, you knew he was trying to wear you out. But you’d rather cum right now. Charlie rubbed his cheek against your thigh, far too tender for what he’d just done.

“Don’t be mad, lovely.”

You inhaled sharply as your climax slowly faded away.

He pressed kisses to your inner thighs, alternating between sucking hard or gently licking at the skin, desperate to mark up your skin. He gripped your legs, his fingers digging in as he returned his attention back to your cock.

Your chest heaved as he sucked on your head, running a tongue over your slit. Your hands splayed across the tile of the shower, unsteady in their search for solid ground.

He took you deeper, your abdomen tensing as you rapidly approached your orgasm once more. Your body ached with desire. He bobbed his head, each motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Late nights always heightened your sensitivity.

You bucked against his mouth, moaning as he swirled his tongue around your shaft.

Charlie hummed, and all of a sudden it was too much. You cried out, white flashing across your eyes as you came. Charlie swallowed, throat still massaging you through your orgasm. You whined weakly, panting as your vision returned. Charlie slowly pulled you from his mouth, patting your thigh as you groaned. He wrapped his arms around you. You leaned heavy against him, body shaky.

He kissed you hard, salty cum still on his tongue as he did. You moaned against his mouth, almost desperate to have another go at the taste of you still lingering.

A bang on the bathroom door had you jumping in his arms.

“Are you two done now? I need to take a piss!”

You laughed quietly, resting your head against Charlie’s shoulder.

“We need to get our own place.”

+++

[perkeia]

Twisted Roots AU Masterpost (Work in progress)

Approximately 10 years after Weirdmaggedon, the Pines family and Gravity Falls have seemingly moved onto bigger things. Healing from the past, or ignoring it altogether, they've set new milestones and made headway on new beginnings.

No manner of growth is going to distract from the fact that old, and new threats are still lurking. Bill might be gone, but the Nightmare Realm's tether to the world remains firm.

Sequential pieces

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Journal Entry 1

Part 4 (wip)

Part 5

Doodles and other things

Dipper and Pacifica bonding

The nicest anomaly

Mabel reference

Pacifica reference

Dipper Pines - age 23

-Graduated highschool at 17

-Took a 'gap year' traveling with Stan and Ford. Ford managed to work this into counting toward Dipper's degree.

-With Ford's help, Dipper, at age 21, earned his PhD in computer science. (Don't think about it too hard, considering the main theory for Ford is that he completed his first PhD in 3.5 years EEK). Dipper studies biology on the side.

-Dipper moves to Gravity Falls despite Ford's advice to keep climbing the academic ladder. He buys his own little place in the woods, within a short distance of the Mystery Shack (belonging to Melody and Soos). He begins his own research, and continues Ford's. Though he may not have a fancy degree for Biology, he studies it in his spare time.

-Interested in computers, film, drumming, and ghosts. Big ghost hunter this one. Don't let him tell you about his old youtube channels. Also taken up the job of ensuring Bill stays out of Gravity Falls.

Mabel Pines - age 23

-Graduated highschool at 17

-Bounced around different areas of study before settling on Paramedic. She completed her certification at 20. (Did NOT do summer semesters like Dipper).

-Started her own yarn and craft business at 19, 'May & Hogg Threads - It'll give you stitches!' which is doing insanely well.

-Mabel doesn't have plans to move to Gravity Falls, and despite missing her twin, has decided CA has more opportunities for her.

-Interested in crafts, scrapbooking, adrenaline rushes, ultimate frisbee and loves her grouchy old pig.

Pacifica Northwest - age 24

-Basics as they don't come up often. Graduated at 18, got her bachelor's in business at 22. Currently debating going to fashion school.

-Though she maintains her own Tailor shop in Gravity Falls, she works at Sally's Diner on weekends to spite her parents.

-Interests include thrifting, archery, sewing, singing and hiking (she'd die before admitting that).

Bramble

'Journal entry 1 WOOP. Can't believe I get to be the one to write this, definitely thought one of the others had gotten here first. Guess they're just too slow. Can't blame them though. I'm pretty fast.

But back to that stupid demon(?) Bramble. It doesn't seem to have a physical form like Bill did but ------' (the rest of the entry is unreadable. Covered in what could be glitter glue, or Mabel juice. A final note is scribbled on the bottom of the page.)

'I'll rewrite it later.'

[ninigummysmile]

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞́

Summary: Everyone thinks Rosé is naive, but you discover that she's not so innocent when you read her diary

Sub!Rosé x Dom!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 1.700

You are not one of the most studious students, who gets the highest grades and who manages to answer all the exercises. But you don't do too badly either, you have relatively good grades, an average student and you do what you can to pass the year.

That's why you're not in Rosé's circle of friends. She is an exceptional student, who gets top marks in all subjects and is always praised by teachers as an example to be followed.

You've watched her from afar and like everyone else, you can deduce that she's a sweet, kind girl who tries to help however she can. And that's why there are people who take advantage of her, leaving her with a reputation for being naive and trusting others very easily.

Do you really believe that she is the exception to "the quiet ones are the worst", because as someone who doesn't go to parties, just studies and dedicates herself to it and usually doesn't react to certain mean jokes made in class can have a polluted mind?

You snap out of your daydream when the bell rings and slowly start to pack up your stuff, briefly saying goodbye to your friends, you get up and sling your bag over your back when you spot a small book under a chair. It probably fell when someone was putting his stuff away and didn't notice it missing.

You pick up the little book and on the first page it says “This diary belongs to Rosé ” in a pink glitter pen.

Thinking it disrespectful to pry into someone's life in this way, you keep the diary with the intention of returning it first thing tomorrow morning.

During the afternoon you tried everything in your power to forget about the damn diary kept in your backpack. What could be more in those pages? Probably just reports of what her days are like and important memories she doesn't want to forget...

You know you'll be invading her privacy if you read something that personal, and you feel bad just imagining yourself reading it. But you were always so curious, stubborn and that when you want something you go to the end. You decide that you will only read the first few pages with the certainty that there will be nothing dark and if you start reading something too intimate, you will stop immediately.

You place the diary on top of your bed and after long minutes staring at the cover, you open it again to the first page and read the small name again. “Rosé”. You're about to learn things about a classmate that you've never seen speak openly about herself to others.

Turning to the second page, the title “Thought 23” appears large. You realize that this must be the second version of a diary. In cursive it reads:

“Today she was biting the top of her pen while she was concentrating on paying attention in class and I couldn't help but imagine that same mouth biting my nipples.”

You stop for a second wide-eyed and trying to decipher if that's what you just read. Does Rosé, the innocent, sweet, kind girl just write that kind of thing when no one is around?

Your eyes automatically return to the paragraph and continue:

“With your hands trailing all over my body while your mouth plays with my breasts. I already imagined her beautiful lips on all parts of my body, especially on my pussy, but I can't deny that the sight of her swallowing my breasts must be magnificent.”

You swallow hard. So Rosé imagines herself with another girl? And it's not just thoughts, to begin with there are more than 20 and for her to write, they are more than imaginations, it's a desire that she unconsciously wants to really happen.

On the third page, a new title, “Thought 24” occupies the first lines.

“Y/n. It's all that occupies my mind. Y/n, Y/n and Y/n.”

That's what you read? Does Rosé think of you? Is the diary about you? Are these imaginations all about you?

“Y/n, who has a pretty face when she's trying to solve an exercise and I wonder if that's the same look she has when she's about to come. With her furrowed brows and a little pout that makes me want to kiss it away.”

Your breathing quickens and you are momentarily dizzy, absorbing that the diary concerns you. The book is not all complete, looking for the last filled page, you find “Thought 32”. You ponder whether from the beginning this is about you or what page it started from.

After reading everything, you don't know how you're going to return the lost diary, you don't even know if you can look her in the eyes and pretend you don't know anything.

The next morning, you hope to find the blonde hair in the hall before you enter the classroom because that way it will be less embarrassing. You catch them from afar and when she approaches you say “good morning”.

“Good morning” she replies with the same shyness as always and staring at the floor.

“Can we talk?” she nods and you walk into a room that you know won't be used during that time of day. You take the diary out of your bag and hold out your hand for her to take. “I found it yesterday under your chair, I believe it fell and you didn’t notice”

You can see her cheeks flush and her hands grab the material quickly putting it inside her bag. “You read?” her voice is weak and full of shame.

“No” you reply and take a deep breath. “Yes, I read it” you confess. “I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have, but my curiosity increased tenfold when I found out it was a diary!"

She doesn't know what to say, she just wants a big hole to form around her and swallow her whole. She mentally already makes plans to change schools and not need to look at you ever again. Maybe she'll even move out of town.

“You know…” you break the silence. “When I read all of this stuff you write about me, I couldn't deny how wet I was. I didn't know these thoughts would make me so excited”

You can see by her face that her mind is completely blank and you can't hold back a little laugh. “C’mon, baby. You're not going to play innocent now, are you? This same person standing here in front of me is the same person who wrote so many impure thoughts about me”

“I didn't think you'd ever know about all this” she says quietly, but you can hear her.

“But now I know. So, just ask me, your wish can come true”

“Serious?” you smile, she is very cute.

“All you ever had to do was ask me. You don't know it, but you always had me in the palm of your hand” you tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and slowly your lips meet. What started out as a gentle kiss quickly turns into a fierce and battle for dominance.

You separate with shortness of breath and you command “sit at the table”. She obeys and opens her legs for you to position yourself between them.

The buttons on her uniform are undone one by one and the fabric slides down her arms, your hands deftly unclasping her bra. “Is this how you imagined it?” you ask before biting down on one of her nipples and she throws her head back.

Trying to put as much of her breast in your mouth as possible, your hand that was playing with the other one starts to explore and slide over her body, exactly as described in the diary.

You make her lie down on the cold table and unzip her skirt, tossing it beside your feet. You see her stain marking her wet panties and without a second thought, your tongue licks her entrance over the thin fabric. She tries to suppress her moans by biting her hand, but you can still hear her whimpers as you circle her bundle of nerves.

You remove her panties and almost groan at the beautiful sight. “That's the most beautiful fucking pussy I've ever seen in my life”

Rosé can swear this is just another one of her dreams and that when she wakes up she'll have to relieve herself, but when your tongue teases her clit and her eyes roll back deliciously, she's sure this is really happening.

You can swear that you would spend hours eating her out, in all possible positions. She tastes sweet, her swollen clit makes you want to devour it, and her beautiful, tight hole contracting around nothing makes you want to make her come over and over again just to see her contracting around air, just asking for something to fill it more and more.

You insert two fingers and they are swallowed by her soft and tight walls. The sound it makes when you move them in and out is pornographic and addictive.

Your mouth goes back to sucking on the bundle of nerves and you're determined to make this the best orgasm she's ever had.

Her legs begin to shake violently and when her eyes slam shut, you know your reward is coming. When her juice comes into contact with your fingers, you help her through orgasm before pulling them out and cleaning them with all the thirst in the world. Her pussy twitching, begging to be filled again, almost makes you come back with your fingers, but you settle for cleaning it with your mouth, knowing she must be overstimulated.

You bite and mark her thigh as her breathing returns to normal and she can come back to reality.

“There you are” you comment helping her to sit down.

“That was amazing”

“Yeah? How did you imagine?”

“Even better” she says and you smile.

“Good, because you can expect more like these. I want to make every page of that a fact and not just a thought” you wink and help get her clothes back on.

[queerwelsh]

🏳️‍🌈2024 PRIDES 🏳️‍⚧️ BALCHDER 2024 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 Again, here's a schedule of the Prides that will be happening in Wales this year! Eto, dyma amserlen o'r digwyddiadau Balchder yng Nghymru blwyddyn 'ma!

  April/Ebrill: 20 April/Ebrill - Pride in Aberystwyth/Balchder yn Aberystwyth @prideinaber (Instagram, Facebook + https://www.prideinaber.co.uk/)

  May/Mai: 12- Colwyn Bay Pride Bae Colwyn @togetherforcolwynbay 18 - Swansea Pride @swanseapride (Insta, FB + Twitter) +18 -Balchder Machynlleth Pride @balchder_mach_pride (Insta + FB)  

June/Mehefin: 1 - NPT Pride, Port Talbot @nptpride (Insta, Twitter + FB) +1 - Torfaen, Pontypool Park https://www.torfaenpride.co.uk/

+1 - Bridgend Pride 13-16 - Pontardawe Pride @pontardawepride (Insta + FB) 15 - Barry Pride @barry.pride (Insta, Twitter + FB) +15 Pride Caerffili @pridecaerffili (Insta + FB) +15 Llandeilo Pride @llandeilo_pride (Insta + FB)

+15 Rhyl Pride, The Bodfor (The Bodfor FB)

16 - Cowbridge Pride @cowbridgepride (Insta + FB) 22 - Big Queer Picnic @bigqueerpicnic (Insta, Twitter + FB) +22 - Pride Cymru, Cardiff @lgbtpridecymru +22 - Flint Pride (Flint Pride FB group) 23 - Ystrad Pride Picnic (Ystrad Pride FB) 29 - Abergavenny Pride @abergavennypride (Insta + FB)  

July/Gorffennaf: 6 - Hay Pride @hay.pride  https://www.haypride.com/ 13 - Llanelli Pride @llanellipride (Insta + FB) 20 - Monmouth Pride Trefynwy @monmouth.pride.trefynwy (Insta + FB) +20 - North Wales Pride Balchder Gogledd Cymru @northwalespride (Insta + FB) +20 - Pembrokeshire Pride @pembspride (Insta + FB) 27 - Wrexham Pride Wrecsam (FB + Twitter) +27 - Brecon Pride Balchder Aberhonddu @breconpride (Instagram)

August/Awst: 3 - Glitter Pride @glittercymru (Insta, Twitter, Facebook) 10 - Caldicot Pride @caldicotpride (Instagram) 17 - Merthyr Pride @merthyrpride (Insta, Twitter + FB) 23rd-25th - Cardiff Trans Pride @transpridecardiff (Insta, Twitter + FB) - CANCELLED until 2025

31 - Balchder Caerfyrddin / Carmarthen Pride @carmarthenpride (Insta + FB)

  September/Medi 7 September - Pride in the Port Newport @prideintheport.newport (Insta, Twitter, FB) 28 September - Tywyn Pride (Facebook)  

Let me know if I've missed any! Do click through to the individual Prides' pages for more details - they also may need more support! Gad i fi gwybod os mae unrhyw un ar goll! Ac edrychwch ar dudalennau'r digwyddiadau Balchder am fwy o fanylion - efallai mae angen cefnogaeth arnynt!

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 173 & 174

Welcome to Weeks 173 & 174

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 45 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Peanut - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Not normal photos - @nekoannie-chan

Impossible - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

The Sanctuary of Hope - (Jake x Reader) - @peyton-warren

Grumpy Sandwich - (Ari x Reader x Curtis) - @adulting-sucks

His Silly Princess - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Payback is Sweet - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Neglected - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Baking Cookies - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That - Eating Pie - @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis and Honey Autumn This or That - Misty Mornings - @/sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Temporary Job - (Ransom x Reader) - @navybrat817

Just a Dream - (Nick x Reader) - @/navybrat817

Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 1) - @levans44

Tipsy, smutty headcanons w/ cevans characters (pt. 2) - @/levans44

Glitter - @/nekoannie-chan

Do not read - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Oh What A Night - (Jake x Reader) - @adulting-sucks

In Sickness and In Health - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Just What I Needed (3) - (Bucky x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Jackpot - (Curtis x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Bloodbath - (Ari x Reader) - @/stargazingfangirl18

Leather jackets and love - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @holylulusworld

Heart of a Wolf - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Collared part 23 - @spnexploration

His Inheritance - Part 26 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Just Right - Chp 8 - (Steve x Reader) - @darsynia

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 22 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Let You Down - (Ari x Reader) - @navybrat817

missing you - (Bucky x Reader) - @nickfowlerrr

Bound To You - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Undead - @/nekoannie-chan

Something else - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Competition - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Kiss Me If You Can - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Surrender - (Ari x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Without a Single String Attached - (Bucky x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Teacher's Pet - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Cause That's When I'll See You Again - (Ari x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

His Inheritance - Part 27 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 24 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Collared part 24 - @spnexploration

Halloween Nightmare - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

[aley-nag]

Bumpy road, pretty result

Whoaaaa. This one...

The next fanfiction I bound was Cinder and Smoke by @thelittleblackfox. I lover their work to pieces. They write incredible thought out Stucky!AU's with a lot of fantasy aspects or really good scifi and I wanted badly to do one of their fics, but waited til I was a little happier with my results and could make a pretty cover. We decided together on this one and I started formatting... And then I stopped for a long while because Word is the devil.

Cinder & Smoke is a western!AU and just about the most romantic thing I've ever read. It has yearning and a little angst and a very distinct vibe that feels like Fernweh and wilderness and change. Go read it!

I worked on it between June and December 23 and Christmas was the only reason I finished it this quickly, but I did not want to leave it unfinished for the turn of the year.

Sadly I don't have a lot of pictures, but when I'm finished with my copy I'll post some more.

Now we'll come to the journey it was to finish this!

It started out rather uncomplicated, because I thought I had gotten the hang of formatting and then, when I tried adjusting the font and overall look of the text body Word kept killing the italics. And I googled and tried and experimented and I just couldn't get it to stop. I was so frustrated, oh god. It put me off a little and I had to leave it for a while. When I came back around to it I found a slightly butchered solution, that works though so I won't question it. After that formatting went smoother and I was able to bind it. I used paper from that same supplier that fucked up my paper order for the covers from the notebooks. But only after I had it printed I noticed that it was cut crooked and wouldn't cleanly fold in half. I despaired a little, said fuck it and hoped it wouldn't be to noticeable. I think it's alright.

Binding went really well and I think that's the cleanliest job I did to this date.

Did the endbands by hand to match the color scheme I was aiming for. Because of the title I wanted to invoke fire and used primarily black and red for the coloring.

Then came the cover. First of all, don't use black bookcloth. You will see every. single. mistake. Also dust and glitter... I brushed this thing so often, you wouldn't believe it.

And I tried different vinyl. I couldn't find the right shade of red I wanted, it's a little hard to source it around here so I went an entirely different route and used golden glitter vinyl. What I didn't know until after I plotted the design: The glitter has texture. I couldn't see a single cut-line. I had to keep the picture open to work along the edges and not rip the letters. Still lost all of the i-points 😭

The flower was pretty easy though. Glueing it on was also quite hard because it just wouldn't hold and I got glitter everywhere. Which let to more brushing but I'm afraid mailing it destroyed all that work :D

Anyway. I am sooo happy with how it turned out I instantly forgot about all annoyances and was able to mail it before the end of the year and that was a really satisfying last project, so all is well :)

This was also the first time I had the idea of choosing a little icon for the author's penname because most of the time I don't have enough space for the entire name. I reworked all of the other books to accomodate that.

Binding Details

Body Text: Garamond, 11

Half Title/Chapter Heading: Gold Lines Trial, 20

Full Title: Carnivalee Freakshow, 48

Word Count: 57.197

Pages: 232

Paper: publishing paper A4, 90g, 1,5x volume (from the retailer from hell :/)

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 23: The One Where You Get To Peg Sniper (Pegging)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Literally exactly what the title says

Tags: Pegging, edging, slight dom/sub moments, begging, praise, straps, lube, aftercare

Word Count: 3.6k

The Masterlist

The afternoon hours had grown to become your favorite part of the day, and your habit of spending said hours with Sniper was no small part of that. You weren’t sure when exactly your friendly relationship had become something more, but details like that didn’t exactly bother either of you. The point was, you were together, and after the workday it was common to find the two of you either in Sniper's van, or in your private quarters. The latter was where you found yourselves on this day, Sniper’s head resting in your lap while you read a book, barely paying attention to the plot as Sniper had been staring up at you for the past twenty minutes.

It was a look you were familiar with. He wanted to say something, but was trying to work out just how he wanted to say it. Every time you glanced down to meet his gaze he simply gave you a smile, as if he was just admiring you. However when your eyes returned to the page you could see his expression shift in your periphery into a look of intense concentration.

“I have something for you,” he finally said, slowly, as if he was still choosing his words even as he spoke. You watched him as he sat up from your lap, tilting your head curiously. Setting your book on the nightstand, you watched as he got up from the mattress. He stood awkwardly for a moment, seeming increasingly nervous before finally kneeling down and reaching for something beneath the bed.

You didn’t bother to question why he had hidden a gift for you beneath your bed. Sniper could be strange like that at times. Besides, it had obviously worked. The inconspicuous black box he retrieved had apparently managed to be so bland that you had completely overlooked it for however long it had been there, as if it was designed to direct your attention away from it.

He handled the box awkwardly, as if he was hesitant to open it. “It’s actually for the both of us, something that we could possibly try out tonight?” His fingers tapped the lid of the container, fidgeting at the edges one more time before he finally conceded, pushing the still unopened box towards you with an expectant look.

You tried not to be too suspicious at his odd behavior. Still, you lifted the lid carefully. You were unfortunately familiar with the concept of a glitter bomb, mostly thanks to Scout, and while you doubted Sniper would ever pull a stunt like that, a few too many pranks had left you with a habit of being cautious with inconspicuous boxes. What you eventually revealed was most certainly not glitter, although the possibility of it being a prank wasn’t entirely out of the question.

With wide eyes you gazed at the contents of the package, the inside of which was lined with plush velvet, clearly meant to protect the medium sized strap on within, complete with an adjustable harness. The whole setup came in a simple, matte black, the same color as its box. While you looked on in surprise, Sniper mistook your expression for distress, his panic spiking as he desperately tried to run damage control.

“Now, you don’t have to do anything with it if it makes you uncomfortable,” he stammered, his fists clenched at his sides and his body as stiff as a board. “I don’t need this, it’s just something I wanted to try out, but say the word and I’ll drop the subject. I’ll never bring it up again-”

“I’ll do it.”

Sniper looked surprised, but immediately perked up when he realized what you had said. “Really?” he stammered, his voice a mix of shock and elation.

“Yeah, honestly I’ve always been a little curious,” you admitted, your face going a bit red.

“Oh.” Sniper stared ahead for a few moments, shifting from foot to foot, seeming unsure of how to proceed. He gave a nervous laugh. “I didn’t expect you to agree so quickly.”

“I’m surprised too.” You took the strap from him, running your fingers over it. The material was smooth and had just enough density to be firm, yet comfortable. It was clearly high quality. “Usually you’re so dominant, I didn’t think you would be into this.”

“Well, sometimes I like to be pampered too,” Sniper said, practically drooling as he watched you examine the toy.

“Oh, Mundy.” He shuddered at the use of his name and you smiled. “If you wanted me to take care of you, you should’ve just asked. Now how about you undress for me?”

He certainly didn’t need to be told twice. Sniper began to remove his clothes hastily. You found his eagerness to be endearing, and you began to disrobe as well, although at a much more gradual pace. You were going to take your time with this. If you were going to be in charge tonight, then you had the right to tease the gunman just a little.

Sniper watched, already nude and laying back on the bed as you dropped one item of clothing after another, eventually taking the strap out of its box and fitting it around your hips. You adjusted the harness, making sure it was snug and secure enough while also not being too tight. You hadn’t intended for this part to be sexy- in fact it was a little awkward as you worked out how the harness would fit- but to Sniper it was the most alluring thing in the world.

You caught him staring and his face went red. Trying to distract himself, he quickly sat up and began to look through your bedside drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube that he anxiously fiddled with. “Enjoying the view?” you asked, swaying your hips a bit and drawing his attention back to where it should be, on you. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak coherently as he felt his mouth go dry. His normally steady hands were shaking slightly, and whether it was from anticipation or nerves, he didn’t know.

“I’ll warm you up, just let me know if anything starts to hurt, alright?” you said, making sure that Sniper knew what your intentions were with every move. The last thing you wanted to do was suddenly thrust him into something brand new with no warning. You took the lube from him, popping the cap and slicking up your fingers.

“I will, darling.” Sniper leaned back, giving you room to climb onto the mattress with him. You situated yourself between his legs and Sniper watched you with a conflicting blend of anticipation, anxiety, and arousal.

As you pushed a first finger into him you could immediately tell that he was quite tense. You were met with some resistance as you tried to thrust in and out or curl your finger, even with the lube. “Deep breaths, just relax,” you whispered between gentle, chaste kisses. You felt his breathing slow, growing more steady as he followed your advice. It seemed to work, as you felt the tension ease enough for you to add a second finger.

It was when he finally began to moan that you felt confident enough to start curling your fingers, watching closely for any signs of discomfort. However Sniper seemed to be taking this all very well, clearly enjoying himself if the sounds he was making were any indication. It made you wonder what sounds he would make once you were thrusting into him with the strap. The thought sent a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck, doll,” Sniper moaned, squirming a bit beneath you. “You’re doing so well.”

You smiled, although you tried not to let the praise go to your head. “Don’t compliment me too much yet. We still have to get to the main event.” You looked him over, the blush having spread from his cheeks to down his chest, soft pink even dusting the tips of his ears. He clenched his jaw, not in discomfort, but in an attempt to stifle little gasps of pleasure. It was a sight that made you fairly confident that he had been prepared well enough for said ‘’main event.’

Sniper made a soft sound when you removed your fingers, something that you could’ve sworn was a whimper. He bit his lip when he felt the tip of the strap pressed against his ass, slick and cold from the lube you had spread on it in generous amounts. You had figured that too much was better than too little. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, after all. You glanced down at him, meeting his eyes with a tender look, and he nodded, giving you all the permission you needed.

A slow thrust forward made Sniper’s expression twist slightly. It was not done out of pain, but rather the involuntary reaction of someone experiencing a sensation so new to them. His body tensed, and you had to pause a few times to let him relax again before you finally went still, hilting inside of him. You didn’t move, waiting patiently for Sniper to adjust to the feeling of being filled, watching his chest rise and fall with deep, steadying breaths. You rubbed circles over his abdomen, feeling his muscles relax beneath your touch as he eased into the experience.

“Ready?” you asked after a few moments, looking at him with a soft smile. He gave you another nod, and you began to move. It was difficult at first. Thrusting into another person was much different than bucking your hips to meet someone else’s as they fucked you. Thankfully, Sniper was as patient with you as you were with him. It took a bit of trial and error, but once you did get the hang of it, you found that you were surprisingly good at working your hips the right way. At least, the way Sniper was reacting certainly seemed to be a positive indicator.

“Fuck, that’s- holy shit!” he gasped in broken sentences and half baked words, almost as if a raw stream of consciousness was flowing from his lips intercut with breathy groans.

“Are you alright down there?” you asked, smirking as you watched Sniper, splayed out beneath you, clutching the bedsheets in his hands.

“Yeah, this is good,” he said, hesitating for a moment before continuing. His face was so very red. “Just be gentle with me, doll. Please?”

Fuck, he was adorable like this. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this feel good for you,” you reassured him, leaning down to give him a quick peck on the lips before resuming your slow and steady rhythm.

The gradual pace was comfortable and offered some unique benefits to you, as you were able to take in all of Sniper’s reactions, to see what particular angles really made him squirm in delight. Such little details may have gone unnoticed at a faster pace, but at your current rhythm, it was easy to make observations. You noted every little moan, every twitch, every time he clutched the sheets or arched his back. It was all vital information to you. You wanted to make him feel good, and knowing this would help you do just that.

“Fuck!” A sudden and quite loud cry from Sniper had you all over him, scanning for any signs of pain. However, all you were met with was a slightly annoyed look, one which clearly wondered why you had stopped. Perhaps it wasn’t discomfort that had caused him to react that way.

When you started moving again you focused in on the area that had given you such a strong reaction, and your efforts were rewarded instantly. Sniper moaned beneath you, and this time you most definitely heard some whimpers. It seemed that bottoming made the normally quiet man very vocal.

“I’ve changed my mind, darling,” Sniper said, and you immediately began to withdraw, thinking he wanted to stop. However, a sudden, bruising grasp on your hips stopped you in your tracks. Sniper was shaking his head frantically. “No, no, you didn’t let me finish. I’ve changed my mind about you being gentle.” He looked up at you, eyes wide with a kind of animalistic want. “I want you to fuck me into the bed with all you’ve got.”

You went bright red, unable to deny how very tempting that sounded. Still, you had to proceed with caution. It was very likely that the adrenaline was simply going to his head. “Easy now, we’ll work our way up to that,” you said. Sniper gave an impatient whine in response, another sound you had certainly never heard from him before, but your answer seemed to placate him nonetheless. With a satisfied grin, you began to wonder just how many pretty sounds you could get Sniper to make for you.

Under the guise of being gentle, you started to experiment, going agonizingly slow and purposefully brushing his sweet spot with the head of the strap, never hitting it directly. He trembled with every stroke, and soon he was begging for you to go faster. Oh, you could get used to this. You didn’t even realize that you were smirking until Sniper pointed it out.

“Fuck, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he said, an accusatory glint in his eyes. You had a feeling he was trying to be intimidating, but it didn’t exactly work when he was so flushed and needy beneath you.

“Maybe,” you said, before your dominant persona dissolved with a guilty laugh. “I’m sorry, I had to! When else am I going to get an opportunity like this?”

Sniper murmured something under his breath before responding. “Well, if you fuck me well enough, you’ll have plenty more oppurtunities to do this in the future.”

“Really?” you asked eagerly, eyes alight and a wide grin spreading across your face. Sniper couldn’t hold back a laugh at your overexcited reaction. You really were adorable to him, even like this.

“Absolutely, doll. Now, are you going to treat me rough, or do I have to provoke you?” You didn’t get the chance to ask what that meant before a harsh smack fell on your ass, making you squeal. You regained your composure quickly, glaring down at Sniper who wore a notably guilty expression, as well as a stinging red palm. He chuckled. “I like that look on you. Now, don’t you want to put me in my place?” Suddenly, you were far less willing to be gentle with him.

“Fine,” you hissed, still feeling a bit of residual sting from the smack. “If you want to act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like a brat.”

Sniper groaned as you grabbed his hair, pulling back until his neck craned upwards. Your free hand gripped the headboard for leverage as you began to fuck him hard and fast. The moans that spilled from him were like music. You couldn’t deny that you were amazed that he was taking this all so well, given that it was his first time being pleasured like this. Of course, you deserved a bit of credit too. If those sounds he was making were any indication, you apparently had a natural talent for fucking once dominant men into sweet submission.

Finally, you aimed right for that sensitive spot you had located before, hitting it hard and fast. Sniper nearly convulsed beneath you, almost making you worry you had given the poor man an aneurysm until you heard the desperate cascade of “oh fuck,” and “don’t stop,” shouted in rapturous desperation. You growled low in your throat, an animalistic noise that you didn’t know you were capable of, and in a streak of cruelty, you stopped moving, pressed right against Sniper’s prostate but refusing to move.

“No, no, no!” The protests were immediate. You could have sworn you heard his voice break as he begged and squirmed. “Keep going! You can’t stop now-”

“How about you show me some goddamn manners,” you growled, leaning down close to his face. “Say please.”

Sniper faltered slightly, feeling a chill run through his body at the sight of you looking above him, drunk with power. He was eager and more than willing to submit to that power. “Please,” he began, voice barely above a whisper before he cleared his throat and spoke with conviction. “Please don’t stop, darling. I need you to keep fucking me.”

You didn’t say anything for a few agonizing moments, dragging out the tension before finally leaning down to place a kiss on Sniper’s cheek, so warm beneath your lips. “That’s a good boy,” you whispered against his ear, feeling his body shudder against yours. You didn’t give him much time to recover, as the moment you were sat back upright, you resumed your former pace with little preamble.

With a firm grip on his thighs, you aimed for that particular area that would have him trembling in your grasp. Sure enough, you felt him begin to shudder and whine when you finally hit the spot. He was whimpering again, gripping and pulling at the sheets as you struck his prostate repeatedly. You knew it would turn him into a desperate mess before long, and you loved to see it.

“Do you like that?” you asked, a wide smirk spreading across your face. You never realized how satisfying it could be to dominate someone like this. No wonder Sniper enjoyed it so much when you begged and whined for him.

“Yes! Fuck, I’m close!” Sniper was barely able to get the words out, but it seemed his ability to string together coherent sentences was still intact.

“Already?” you asked, enjoying how his blush deepened even more as you teased him. “I bet you would come hard if I stroked your cock right now. Would you like me to do that?” You got a frantic nod in response, but that wasn’t good enough for you. Sniper had just proven he could speak well enough just a few moments earlier. “Use your words, Mundy,” you said, using a line he had said to you countless times before.

“Please! I need you, doll!” Sniper keened, all too eager to obey, even as his pleading was interrupted by his own moans. “I need you to touch me, bloody hell, please!”

As hot as it was to watch Sniper writhe and moan, it was that sight that finally pushed you to have mercy on him. You reached down and grasped his cock, letting the precum that had dripped down his shaft slicken your grip. You stroked him hard and fast, trying to keep time with your thrusts. He shuddered and tried to buck into your hand, his movements growing more frantic. You watched as his back arched suddenly and felt him spill over your hand and his own stomach. You didn’t stop moving until his whole body trembled beneath you. Pleasured moans turned to pained whimpers as you overstimulated him. If you weren’t careful, you could get addicted to being mean like this.

“I love you, doll.” It was that which finally gave you pause. Sniper wrapped his arms over your shoulders, his voice shaking as he spoke. “I love you so much.”

Your hips stilled and you leaned down, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you too,” you sighed. “I’m going to pull out now, alright? I’ll go slow.” Even with the warning, Sniper couldn’t suppress a pained gasp as you withdrew, still quite oversensitive. “Such a good boy,” you said, looking him over as he lay completely helpless on the bed, thoroughly spent.

You had done that to him, and you didn’t know whether to feel ashamed or proud. When you moved to get off of the bed he whined in a way that reminded you of a distressed puppy. It was almost enough to make you curl up next to him right then and there, but you knew that there was more to aftercare than just cuddles.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to get you cleaned up a bit,” you promised, pacing over to your dresser drawer to grab a few washcloths you had stashed away for moments just like this, although usually the roles were reversed. You worked quickly and Sniper’s eyes drifted shut as you cared for him. He heard the click of buckles as you removed the harness and strap, giving it a quick wipe down as well before placing it to the side to be cleaned thoroughly in the morning. The washcloth was tossed to the floor along with the pile of discarded clothing, and finally, Sniper felt you settle into bed next to him.

“Thank you, darling,” Sniper said, once he was confident he could speak without stammering. “You’re so good to me.”

“I like making you feel good,” you said, giving the exhausted gunman a soft smile. “We definitely have to do this again sometime.”

Sniper made a soft noise of agreement as the allure of sleep began to overtake him. Silence fell over the two of you. You began to let your eyes drift shut, assuming Sniper was already asleep until you felt the bed shift and he turned to face you. “Are you alright?” you asked, suddenly alert and ready to get him anything he needed.

He gave you a bashful look that you could just barely make out in the darkness. “I’m fine, I was just wondering, could you hold me? Just for a little while.”

You didn’t hesitate to shift closer to him, wrapping your arms around him. The extra height he had on you wasn’t much of an issue while in bed, letting you easily act as the big spoon for once. “Of course,” you whispered, lovingly peppering kisses along his jaw as he settled into your embrace, both of you comfortably entwined and drifting off to sleep.

[alessandro55]

Monte Carlo A living legend

Frédéric Mitterand

The Vendome Press, New York 1994, 176 pages, 80 phot.in rich duotone, ISBN 9780865659537

euro 60,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Monte Carlo, a city so opulently devoted to money and worldly pleasure that Queen Victoria refused to cast her royal eyes upon it, proves to have considerably more going for it than the two sensational pursuits just cited. Not only is the Principality of Monaco a tax haven for the high-rolling superrich: it is also a haven for the high-rolling superrich; it is also a haven for those who enjoy the natural beauties of the Mediterranean sky, sea, and air, even the science of oceanography at its most distinguished. On a more human scale, there are also, in great abundance, the wonders of superb Belle Epoque architecture, world-class ballet and opera, young people with lean, healthy bodies clad in revealing leisure wear, and mature ones with wit, charm, a generous spirit, and variable luck at the gaming tables. An ancient fortified site ruled by one of Europe's oldest and most enlightened dynasties - the Grimaldi - Monte Carlo abounds in history, no part of which is more interesting than the story of how Pierre and Louis Blanc transformed a tiny feudal enclave - sun-baked, rock-bound, impoverished - into the world's greatest gambling empire under the aegis of the famous SBM (Societe des Bains de Mer). Thanks to the grandiose vision of these entrepreneurs, a vision intimately linked to the development of travel by rail, Monte Carlo very quickly became a legend in its own time, along with several generations of legendary visitors and "residents" - everyone from Edward VII of England and legions of Russian Grand Dukes to Coco Chanel, Calouste Gulbenkian, Sergei Diaghilev and the Ballets Russes, Errol Flynn, Tamara de Lempicka, Karl Lagerfeld, Aristotle Onassis, Sophia Loren, and, of course, Princess Grace, now the most legendary of all the glittering people ever associated with the "Grimaldi Rock." All live again in Monte Carlo, and annotated album of irresistibly fascinating photographs selected from a treasure-trove archive assembled over the years by the SBM but never before opened for publication.

23/08/24

[genshin-impact-updates]

Web Event "Glittering Elixirs" Now Online: Take part to obtain Primogems and other in-game rewards!

What kind of interesting potions can we make out of these different ingredients?

Enjoy a novel potion-making experience with Paimon!

>>Click to Take Part in Event<<

〓Event Duration〓

May 11, 2023 – May 20, 2023 23:59 (UTC+8)

*Rewards cannot be claimed after the event ends. Please claim them in time.

〓Eligibility〓

Travelers who have reached Adventure Rank 10 or above can participate in this event.

〓Event Description〓

During the event, you can log into Genshin Impact daily, consume Original Resin, and complete other missions to obtain potion crafting materials.

After successfully crafting potions, you can earn Primogems and other in-game rewards based on the total number of potions crafted. During the event, Nahida and Cyno will also visit your booth, and gift you special ingredients. Complete the dialogues and obtain all of their ingredients to gain additional Primogems and in-game rewards.

〓Obtaining Ingredients〓

Travelers can obtain potion-making ingredients through the following methods:

1. Complete the following actions within Genshin Impact and the web event, including: Log into Genshin Impact daily, consume 40 Original Resin daily, and complete other missions to obtain the corresponding number of potion ingredients.

2. Daily missions refresh at 04:00 (Server Time) each day. Unclaimed potion ingredients will be cleared at the same time as the daily reset. Please claim and use the potion ingredients in time. Claimed potion ingredients will not be cleared.

3. After Nahida and Cyno visit the Traveler and Paimon's booth, they will deliver special potion crafting materials and normal crafting materials after the special dialogue is clicked on. Nahida and Cyno will each trigger two special dialogues and provide the corresponding potion ingredients respectively.

*You can only trigger dialogue with either Nahida or Cyno and obtain their potion ingredients once per day.

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[glittergroovy]

i might say something stupid - charli xcx

[foxes-that-run]

New Years Day

This song is bittersweet, placed at end to the album because NYE/NYD is an end and a beginning. Like Clean, this song is about moving on, but now with someone who stays. It was a surprise song when 1989 TV was announced. The subject and timing indicates it may have been cut from 1989. Also note the light up Anchor - like Harry's tattoo covering 'I can't change' in the World Premier video.

When Taylor performed it at the 2 June 2018 AT&T Secret Session in Chicago she introduced it by talking about Reputation being a 'bait and switch' that the album is about finding real love in the noise and learning who your friends are. Taylor Nation has a version of this with part of the intro by cuts Taylor off half way through a sentence at 24:38! They removed the part about a 3am icy swim (1:23)

"So... I found myself, um.. like 2 New Years Eve's ago I found myself in the midst of a very like incredible 3am moment where you think you are invincible and you end up like jumping in a pool in the winter and you feel super untouchable in that moment and the next morning you feel very fragile. And you're like this is love, this is what love really is. Like we all wanna find someone to kiss at midnight, that's cool or whatever But who is gonna want to hang out with me the next day? When you are like Advil or nothing! So this is a song about finding real love and finding someone to hang out with on New Year's Day."

WHY did Taylor Nation cut that? Is it because she sounds high? Because Joe was not there??? Inquiring minds need to know. The rest of their video is complete apart from a 8 second intro.

In her 1989 Grammy Museum talk Taylor talked about making 1989 sonically cohesive after Red didn't win AOTY on 26 January 2014. (6 mins) In other words, a song like New Years Day would have been cut to get AOTY. Harry and Taylors NYE kiss is well known and also in Question...?

Lyrics

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me from the night before, but

The first verse sets the scene of a morning after a party. On NYE 2013 they stayed in the Greenwich Hotel which does have hardwood floors in the suites and a lobby in which girls can carry shoes in. (I have always wondered about that combo!) Polaroids are a key theme of 1989.

(Chorus) Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

"Don't read the last page" is asking her muse to not close the book on them, to stick the relationship out through the hard and unfun times. There is a similar, or almost responding lyric in Death by a Thousand Cuts: "You said it was a great love / One for the ages / But if the story's over / Why am I still writing pages?" (Avoiding spoilers there’s also chapter references in a 1989 vault track)

Taylor is saying she will stay when it is hard and unglamorous. 'Stay' is in many HS/TS songs. Most recently in As it was "Seems you cannot be replaced / And I'm the one who will stay".

In the last lines of the chorus Taylor says she wants her muses midnights, meaning fun times, but that she will also be there to clean up the figurative and literal messes.

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The first line of this verse gives us a glimpse of what happened after that Times Square kiss, Harry squeezing her hand to reassure her, them both knowing it was going to be hard. This video captures them as kids, people were yelling their names and police to get to the car. This line explores both 1 night and what was part of the downfall of the relationship.

The second half of the verse is Taylor reiterating that she will stay, if he is the toast of the town or strikes out, meaning regardless of fame. In Sweet Creature, (Released 6 months before Reputation) Harry has a similar message "When I run out of road, you bring me home"

[Bridge] Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

In the Bridge Taylor entertains that they may not stay. “whose laugh I could recognise anywhere" is so beautiful, perfectly capturing holding someone so dear fearing them becoming distant.

[Verse 3] There’s glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me forevermore

After the bridge the first verse is repeated with 'you and me forevermore' instead of 'from the night before'. Making a vow to hold onto the relationship forever.

[Chorus] Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

Lost/scared/"you're" turning away becomes hard/wrong/"we're" making mistakes. This shows maturity. Rather than turning inward or away in a hard time they are supporting each other and accepting their mistakes.

In the context of the end of the Reputation album about drama and feeling alone Taylor is matured, looking ahead to a partnership.

[Post-Chorus] Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you And I will hold on to you

In the closing Taylor is imploring her muse to hold on, remember the good in them despite hard times and promising to hold on too.

New Years Day has Taymojis

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 123 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: https://mangaraw.org/Kono-Oto-Tomare!/123

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Side text: An unforeseen situation...!!!

Akari [thoughts]: The bridge---!!!

Chapter Title: Proof

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Sentarou [thoughts]: Akari...!!

Haru [thoughts]: Akari-kun...!!

Akari [thoughts]: Oh no, oh no, oh no

Akari [thoughts]: First of all, I have to fix the bridge...!

Akari [thoughts]: Why? I never had this kind of mistake, not even in practice

Akari [thoughts]: Why? Why now?

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Akari [thoughts]: Why...!!!???

Akari [thoughts]: The performance! What part are they playing now---...

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Akari [thoughts]: I can't rejoin...!!!

Akari [thoughts]: This is bad, this is bad

Akari [thoughts]: There is no gap for me to enter the song...!!

Akari [thoughts]: What do I do?

Akari [thoughts]: What do I do?

Akari [thoughts]: I can't, I---

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Sentarou [memory]: Calm down, Akari!!!

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Sentarou [memory]: Let me be super clear with you

Sentarou [memory]: You aren't playing alone up there!

Sentarou [memory]: We can cover any of your misses, no problem!!

Haru [memory]: Akari-kun, there's nothing to worry about

Haru [memory]: We are right here with you.

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Sentarou [memory]: You can do it!!!

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Akari [thoughts]: ---Calm down. If I just recklessly try to rejoin at this speed, I will mess it up

Akari [thoughts]: The tempo becomes gentler a bit later, so I will enter then...!

Akari [thoughts]: It's ok, I can surely rejoin from there!

Akari [thoughts]: Just a bit more

Akari [thoughts]: Eight, Seven

Akari [thoughts]: Six, Five----

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Sentarou: Heh

Chika [thoughts]: He's back... Sigh

Page 10

Keishi [thoughts]: Well handled...!

Sane [thoughts]: Daaaaaaamn---!!! These kinds of things also happen...?

Mittsu [thoughts]: That's rough...

Tsukaji [thoughts]: Now is just a matter of whether this incident will affect the rest of the performance or not----...

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*No text*

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Chika: !

Chika [thoughts]: This is the part Hozuki's Mom told us about before---...

Chiharu [memory]: "It sounded like a small stream glittering with light"

Sentarou [thoughts]: It's ok Akari, Haru.

Sentarou [thoughts]: Let's go together until the end!!

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*No text*

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*No text*

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San-baka [thoughts]: It's here----!!! Eidai's Specialty

Natsu [thoughts]: Incredible speed and sharpness

Atsumu [thoughts]: Amazing... He is a first-year like me, but even after such an accident

Atsumu: Amazing... Amazing.

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Sentarou [thoughts]: Next, the part that Akari has a hard time playing---...

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Sentarou [memory]: I... will definitely carry the Koto Club back to Nationals!

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Sentarou [memory]: So make sure to watch us, Grandma.

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*Not text*

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Sfx: Waaaaaaah

Sentarou: Fuaaaaah

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Granny: What a marvelous performance

Sentarou's Grandma: Yes... Yes!!

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Hiro: Wow... I feel like crying

Sane: UOOOOH Eidai---!!!!

Mittsu and Kota: Waaaaaah

Natsu [thoughts]: Such high level...

Atsumu: -----...

Akari's friend 1: Sniff Sniff, Akari you are amazing

Akari's friend 2: You worked so hard

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Akari's friend 1: E- Excuse me, Onii-san. There was a very loud sound in the middle of---...

Keishi: Aaah... At the time of moving the bridge, it fell.

Akari's friend 1: Is it something that happens often?

Keishi: No, I wouldn't say it is...

Akari's friend: If the bridge falls, does it mean that... They are disqualified or something?

Keishi: No, it doesn't but...

Keishi: It's unfortunate that something like that happened

Akari's friend 1: ...I see...

Keishi: ----But

Keishi: What did you think about the performance you just heard?

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Akari's friend 1: -----... It was...

Akari's friend 1: Super good!!!

Akari's friend 2: I'm super moved!!

Akari's friend 3: It was so cool!!

Akari's friend 4: I've got goosebumps!!

Keishi: That's all that matters

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Keishi: This is a competition so they need to keep a track of points and a ranking.

Keishi: ---But when it comes to music

Keishi: The things that it made you feel

Keishi: That it moved you

Keishi: That is all that matters

Keishi: Those 3 guys' performance, it was the best, wasn't it?!!!

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Akari's friend 3: Ugh...

Akari's friend 3: I'm going to join the Koto Club too!!!

Akari's friends: Eh?

Akari's friend 1: Why so suddenly...

Akari's friend 3: I mean the Koto Club is on the verge of abolishment! Even when it's this awesome. And when the Senpais graduate Akari will be all on his own.

Akari's friend 1: I got it, calm down

Akari's friend 4: I will join too

Akari's friend 1: You too??

Keishi: Haha

Suzuka: ...What a good brother

Akari: Fufu I am very proud of my brother

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Keishi: Eh!!!!? Whatcha say!!?

Akira: Nothing!

Komaki: ...Well--

Komaki: Eidai help up really well---! I was so touched---

Tsukaji: Yeah, me too

Komaki: But the accident will be a disadvantage, right? Will they give them negative points or something like that?

Tsukaji: No, there isn't anything like that in the rules...

Tsukaji: But, well... There is a school like Meiryou, that played a perfect performance without any mistakes---

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Tsukaji: So 1st place is no longer ---...

Akari: Hick

Akari: Uuuh

Sentarou: Don't cry, Akari

Akari: I'm sorr...

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Akari: I'm sorry, I...

Akari: 'You can do it'

Akari: 'It will be ok'

Akari: Even when you encouraged me like that

Akari: Even when these were the Nationals you worked so hard to reach...

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Akari [thoughts]: I ruined everything

Akari [thoughts]: Everything

Akari: I'm ...sor

Akari [thoughts]: If I were not here.

Akari [thoughts]: If only the senpais came.

Akari: Hick

Akari: I'm so-

Sentarou: You are really an idiot, Akari

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Sentarou: I didn't want to tell you but

Sentarou: "Sound of the Rapids" is not a song that a beginner should be able to play in just 3 months, to begin with

Haru: Yeah, it's a really hard song

Haru: And Akari, just in 3 months

Haru: It was your first stage appearance, playing at Nationals no less

Haru: You even kept the tempo with us the whole time. It's incredible.

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Sentarou: Just how much practice you did, and you put more effort than anyone

Sentarou: Sometimes you fail, and those efforts don't always pay off.

Sentarou: ---Despite that

Sentarou: After the bridge fell, you were able to hold up and play to the very end.

Sentarou: Because you worked so hard up to this point

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Sentarou: Be proud!!

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Haru & Sentarou: Our performance today, was the best we've ever done!!!

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Side text: Effort is not always rewarded. But how you got there will never disappear.

---Kono Oto Tomare! will be on a break next month---

[wrencatte]

"Still not doing whumptober!" I claim -- oh hey look, a little ficlet in the same world as majesty of lions!

...I wrote this at work again 😅

Whumptober '23 no 5 "It's broken."

It's a scene from a horror movie. That's the best way to describe it, to explain the sick fear and terror that yanks high then drops low, making everything sway, making him dizzy.

Titus's tail wags hard, like it's done a thousand times before. Excitable. And excitable for a dog his size means welts on shins and knocked over paperwork and canvases.

And then this -- Damian watches in muted panic, feet rooted to the ground as Titus's tail whips through the air at the perfect height to knock the contents of his bedside table to the ground. The lamp breaks, light bulb intact. The book he'd been reading loses the page he was on. The empty glass bounces with a dull thud.

The wooden figurine -- a delicate thing of a lioness and a small little bird that could be a robin but could also just be the promise of freedom -- hits the ground and --

Breaks.

The lioness's tail and raised paw snap. One of the bird's wings, both spread in flight, breaks off and skitters under his bed.

Titus freezes the moment the lamp falls, backing out of the room with his tail tucked and his ears back. He knows Damian isn't going to do anything to him but scold him in the low, almost Batman-esque tone he's been practicing, but he knows he's done something wrong.

Damian gently scoops up figurine and cradles it in both hands.

And sobs sharply.

Titus wavers at the bedroom door before he turns tail and scampers away. Damian doesn't notice, too busy gathering the broken off pieces of the last gift his mother was able to give him. He hasn't seen her a full year. She's alive, he knows this, but it's not enough to know. He misses her so much, and this was made by her for him.

Now it's broken.

There's glue in his desk drawer, he remembers. He carefully places the pieces on his bed and pulls open the drawer. It's organized in a very particular way which means glue -- all glue -- would be in the back right corner. Paper glue. Fabric glue. For some reason glitter glue. But no wood glue or even super glue.

Damian yanks the drawer out of the track and dumps the contents on the floor. He swears he had more glue than this. He does projects in his room all the time. There should be the right kind of glue in here! The other drawer gets yanked out and dumped, but this one is just his usual electronics when he's playing games.

He collapses bonelessly to the ground, throat burning and eyes stinging. The figurine is at eye level. Mocking him.

It's been a...rough couple of days and this? This is the straw that breaks the camel's back. Because Damian would normally be more level headed than this, he swears. He would've made Titus leave his room as soon as he saw how excited the dog was so this never happened in the first place. Or he would be remembering that there is an entire arsenal of different materials that would fix this just a few levels under his feet.

But he didn't and he doesn't. Instead, he sits on the floor of his bedroom and buries his face in his hands, and tries really hard not to cry too loudly. Defeated and helpless in a way that comes from this being that one thing, this one thing that just breaks him.

"Whoa," comes a voice, surprised and a little bit sad. Damian peeks out to see Jason at the doorway, dressed down in gym shorts and a hoodie that is definitely one of Stephanie's oversized ones. It's powder blue and says This Barbie is Tired of Your Shit in glittery pink.

It's such an eyesore and inappropriately out of tune with the moment Damian can't help but laugh even as he chokes on it.

The wrist brace and the compression sleeve on one arm and the wide pad of gauze taped down on his calf explains why Jason's hanging around in the manor in the first place. But how did he know about Damian's emotional turmoil...

Titus shoves his head between the door and Jason, tongue rolled out as he pants. Oh. Good boy.

Jason cleans up the fallen items and puts them back on the table before he takes a seat on the bed, the ground a bit much for him right now with the leg wound, and carefully picks up the broken figurine and its pieces. He drags a thumb over the lioness's back and hums softly.

Damian wipes his face roughly but doesn't get up. "It's broken," he wobbles out even though it's pretty obvious.

"Mom made it."

It's not even a question. Damian nods anyway. He watches as Jason puzzles it together, testing to see if everything lines up. There’s an extra piece missing from the bird's wing, leaving an obvious hole. That just makes Damian sob again and cover his face.

It feels like whatever's precious to him always breaks in some way. No matter what it is. An item. A person. Everything.

Jason hums again, drawn out and pitched carefully. It takes him a second to pinpoint the song he's meandering through, and when he does Damian can't help but smile. Shaky and a ghost of what it can be, but a smile nonetheless. Jason takes his hand away from his face, suddenly on the floor with him. There's pain pinched around his eyes.

"I can fix it," Jason tells him, then pauses, gaze flickering away then back. "Can I fix it?"

Damian exhales slowly. "Do you want to?"

"Yeah."

"I trust you."

Trusts him to know how important this is to him. Trusts him to do it right. Doesn't trust him to not send himself into a stress-filled mess about it though. They're still working on that aspect of his...former conditioning. Knowing when to stop. But it's important for him to know that he's trusted. They're still not sure where that one came from.

"I will finish...tomorrow," he says slowly, thinking on it. He grimaces as if he thinks that's too long.

"That's perfect. Thank you," Damian says sincerely. He could fix it himself honestly, Talia taught them both how to wood carve, but Jason being the one who fixes it, who offered with his own free will, that makes it seem right.

Jason smiles. It's almost like the smiles Damian remembers. "Any time, little bat."

[hezekiahwakely]

More detailed notes before the next episode drops. I should see if I can put my silly powers of trivia to work and help edit the wiki.

Transcribed below the cut:

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TMAGP#002 - Making Adjustments 1/23/24

Sam asking lots of questions 👁️

- What DOES DPHW stand for?

Incident - CAT3RBC1567-23092022-18012024 Transformation (full) -/- dysmorphic [video call]

Listed in transcript as a "case file"

- Accessed by FR3-d1?

Daria and therapist

Ink5oul on Instagram (they/them) -Dubstep -London studio -Livestreaming -Floral serpent tattoo on arm & neck

Daria's paintbrush design -Floral patterns -Unknown, glittering symbols -Started on forearm, then spread across body as she made more + more alterations.

Caught by roommate Sarah.

Gwen + Alice conversation - Breakroom CCTV

Gwen thinks Lena is planning lay-offs, overheard her on phone saying they're "expanding external operations."

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TMAGP#002 Notes con. 1/23/24

Alice thinks it more likely she'll "hire another Sam."

Alice barely speaks to Lena

Gwen desperate for respect, thinks Lena views them as disposable.

Alice's Phone Conversation

28th is payday

Brother, Luke, is in band: Dredgerman.

- Sam knows him

Sam researching the Institute!

Alice trying to dissuade him from getting caught up in this.

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TMAGP#003 - Putting Down Roots 1/28/24

Computers Malfunctioning

.jmj error (!)

Colin doesn't trust/believe in central IT.

- Doesn't like Alice humanizing the PCs.

Colin believes he's the only one who knows the most about the system.

- Believes it's malfunctioning on purpose.

Alice flirts w/Freddie lol

- Also thinks Robert Englund would have made a better Jack from The Shining.

- Horror fan?

Incident - CAT2C8175-03042009-22012024 Infection (full body) -/- arboreal [journal entry] (written by guest writer Graeme Patrick)

Seems to be a police evidence record/email? Gleaned by FR3-d1.

- Case: 1201/19 -Serial #: 72003210 -Collector: Special Constable Caroline Jennings 2911 -Routing to: South-East Evidence Storage - Lewisham

First journal entry dated 07/12/09... eight months ahead of this record (03/04/09)

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TMAGP#003 Notes con. 1/28/24

Dr. Samuel Webber

- Killed wife, Maddie -> cheated/possibly married w/Gerald Andrews

- Isolated and unappreciated by those around him (in his mind). Lonely driving someone into the arms of Corruption?

Aspects: bombed out church, jasmine, time distortion/separate dimension (isolated), dead whispers, infection, forgiveness/guilt free, love, blooming

Definitions

- Allotment - (British English) A plot of land rented for individual gardening/farming.

- Lock-up - (British English) A rentable garage (storage locker).

Alice gives correct categorization for this Incident (infection: arboreal)

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TMAGP#003 Notes con. 1/28/24

According to Alice, Sam has "wobbly... little stick legs" and "noodle arms." He is also a "cute wimp."

She wants Sam to go behind Colin's back (stirring the pot?) to IT

He says no and avoids getting involved in the following arguement. [sic]

He can stand up to Alice (wonder what their breakup was like).

Alice is a lot more nasty toxic and resentful than she lets on.

- How much does Gwen actually have to do with the upper class?

Does Alice also want to know what's up w/the PCs?

They're all coffee drinkers

workin' the night shift

Gwen has a party on the 27th (27/01/2024) w/old friend who made partner at a law firm. She feels envious.

[womanofwords]

Masterlist

OC dossier

Tobey’s Community Service (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: as penance for the many times his robots have destroyed the city, Tobey’s community service is to teach the basics of robotics to children. (This is a WordGirl fanfic.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Ghost Hunters Series (COMPLETE*)

Synopsis: two boys go ghost-hunting in an abandoned, dilapidated mansion and stumble across something amazing that changes their lives. (Based on a series of artworks by @shyticklemonster and listed in reading order.)

Ghost Hunting

Ghostly Vengeance

Ghost Tricks

A Taste Of Halloween Candy

*I will add to this series if @shyticklemonster makes more artworks for me to base my writing on.

The Offer of a Lifetime (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Hero and Sidekick stumble across a superpowered civilian and recruit them into the team. There’s just one problem: they don’t want to.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

High School (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Frustrated by their behaviour, Superhero turns Hero and Villain into teenagers and sends them to high school to learn some important life skills.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Glitter (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: Hero has always been a guy’s guy. That is, until he gets assigned the girliest female sidekick to ever live. The worst part is, it’s beginning to rub off on him, and that could spell disaster for his image! What’s a guy to do?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

STEM Kids Shenanigans (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: When the principal of Marbleton Secondary School created a STEM club for the best and the brightest, she expected prestige and respectability to come to the school. When the students heard about it, they expected it to be filled with nerds.

But the four members of the club find themselves making tight friendships and awesome inventions. They also find themselves in a war with the most relentless prefect to ever be a prefect.

Chapter 1: Making STEM Club

Chapter 2: Introductions

Chapter 3: Change

Chapter 4: Spice

Chapter 5: Trinkets

Chapter 6: Parent Observation Day

Chapter 7: Study Group

Chapter 8: Subtle Messages

Chapter 9: The Unseen

Chapter 10: Day Of The Pink

Chapter 11: Connections

Chapter 12: Slime

Chapter 13: Surveillance

Chapter 14: Public Opinion

Chapter 15: Flight

Chapter 16: Front Page Fallout

Chapter 17: Paint

Chapter 18: Melanie’s Cousin

Chapter 19: Bird’s Nest

Chapter 20: A Very Grounded Young Man

Chapter 21: Adult Supervision

Chapter 22: Matching Patches

Chapter 23: Gloves

Chapter 24: Layla’s Plants

Chapter 25: The Other Secondary School

Chapter 26: The Hated One

Chapter 27: Monitoring Melanie

Chapter 28: Feral Newspaper Hound

Chapter 29: Acting Out

Chapter 30: Bugged

Chapter 31: Checking In

Chapter 32: Stephan’s Black Book

Chapter 33: Engineered Dramatics

Chapter 34: Talking To The Sainsbury Girls

Chapter 35: Stashed Secrets Spilled

Chapter 36: Principal’s Office

Chapter 37: Celebrity and Confessions

Chapter 38: Apologies

Chapter 39: Unwanted Appearances

Chapter 40: A Proper Conclusion

The Poisoned Prodigy (COMPLETE)

Synopsis: When normal Vincent Song is invited to his best friend’s school’s end-of-year awards ceremony, his only real worry is whether or not his brother’s old tux will fit him. But when said best friend, Renaissance boy Patton Reynolds, collapses at the podium after drinking some tainted water, it’s obvious that he was poisoned.

Patton names someone just before he passes out and at first, it seems like the genius solved his own murder attempt. But something’s not right. It’s up to Vincent, described by his own brother as ‘the lamest teenage boy in the world’ to navigate a world of geniuses to find the true culprit and get true justice for his best friend.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Nerd Juvie (IN PROGRESS/ON HIATUS)

Synopsis: Marco, a troubled yet gifted young man, gets sent to the Lazarus Institute after getting caught drag racing on a bike that he made himself. The Lazarus Institute is a rehabilitation centre run by Dr Bertram Lazarus especially for gifted teenagers on the wrong side of the law, and for a while, it seems like everything is looking up. But when Marco stumbles across sinister plans for the residents, he is forced to question everything. Is Dr Lazarus the benevolent man everybody believed him to be?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Primary Objective: Friendship (IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1: Meeting Nikola

Chapter 2: School Enrolment

Chapter 3: School Shopping

Chapter 4: Nikola’s First Day

Chapter 5: Mom v Robot