#i will be dropping off the map wednesday you will not see me i WILL be busy. with. d une

[mysticarcanum]

the thing is like. im a dune guy now. there's just dune in my brain now. i can't believe it took me so long to watch these movies just because my dad likes them and my dad generally has shit taste. im going to be reading the books posthaste to become even more of a dune guy. i can't believe i spent all these years not being a dune guy

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

52 and/or 63 from that drabble prompt list please! love your stuff <3

from these prompts

“It’s simple really,” Lily says, spreading her various scribbled-on parchments out on the table between the three of them.. “Like taking sweets from an ickle baby.”

“That’s just plain devious, Evans.”

Remus clears his throat. “I think,” he glances toward James then looks back to Lily with a polite smile, “we would enjoy hearing this plan.” He smile grows. “Not that the build-up has been anything less than delightful.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “Your sarcasm and lack of appreciation for proper story-telling has been noted, Lupin.”

“I appreciate your story-telling, Evans,” James points out, smiling proudly at her.

She raises an eyebrow at him. “You do know that my willingness to get naked in front of you has nothing to do with your false flattery, right, Potter?”

Remus makes a miserable sound. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand?”

Lily winces apologetically, but James just grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. It’s not as if Moony and the other lads aren’t used to this by now. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his fingers drumming lightly against the wood. His gaze is steady on Lily, a mix of amusement and admiration. Lily catches his eye significantly, then glances away.

“Right. Anyway.” She aims a puff of air at her fringe, so that the hairs scatter away from her eyes. “They cut through the South Courtyard on their way back from the library, every night except for Wednesdays, because of—”

Remus nods in understanding. “Slug Club, right.”

“So if we do it Tuesday—”

James sighs, shifting in his chair, his brow furrowing with impatience. “Evans—”

“No, hush, I’m not done.” She waves him off, determination lighting up her features. “If we do it Tuesday, it’ll be easy. A quick Disillusionment charm for the two of you, I’ll be around the corner waiting for the signal and—”

“That’s not going—”

Remus kicks him under the table, shooting him a warning look. “Let her finish, Prongs.” James slumps back into his chair, but otherwise motions for Lily to keep talking.

“Thank you, Remus. This is why you’re my favourite.” She sends a sharp glare toward James. James, her boyfriend, who has been sitting here for an hour  like an angel listening to Lily’s ridiculous plan to try and get back at Mulciber for his hexing of Mary last week. “We won’t leave him without any of his clothes, of course, because that’s more of a punishment to the rest of Hogwarts than it is to Mulciber, but—what do you think?”

Remus taps his fingers along the table, considering. “I think it’s a good starting place.”

“Are you open to some feedback?” James asks, leaning forward.

Lily shakes her head, self-importantly. “Not at this time, no.”

He tosses his head back and laughs. “Evans.”

“Don’t ruin this for me, James. I swear I—”

“It’s not that I don’t love to see you plotting and planning to give it to Mulciber,” he says, then laughs again at the offended look on her face. “No, seriously, it’s a good thing Moony is here because, the effect it has on me, Evans…the ideas in my head right now just simply aren’t appropriate for the library.”

“Thank you so much for your restraint,” Remus says dryly.

“But?” Lily demands, her sharp gaze fixed on James.

“But,” he continues, dropping his voice even though they’re practically alone in here this early on a Saturday morning. It’s why he and Remus are the only ones who responded to her owl, while Sirius and Peter opted for a lie-in. “We have an Invisibility Cloak. And a map. We—”

Lily hits the table in front of them, shaking her head fervently. “That’s cheating!”

James scoffs. “How is it—”

“Careful, Lily,” Remus hums lightly.

“Is that what you think? All these years?” James yelps, his voice rising in pitch. “You should be impressed. Who else in this castle has—”

“I am impressed by the map, James, and you know it. Magic that advanced…” She smiles cheekily. “It’s at least half the reason I’m dating you. But it just puts all your ridiculous pranks in a new light. When you consider the fact that you’ve had an easy way of becoming invisible—”

“Take that back!” James insists. “It’s still impressive!”

Remus leans back in his chair, smirking. “I told you, Lily.”

“Look,” Lily tries for an appeasing tone, but it only serves to make James pout further. His own girlfriend thinks all those brilliant pranks were only accomplished by cheating? What kind of cruel world is this?! “You are very intelligent and I—”

“Stop talking to me like I’m six,” he mumbles, folding his arms over his chest and sticking out his lower lip.

Lily and Remus lock eyes across the table for a moment, then immediately burst out laughing. The sound is loud and unabashed, echoing through the otherwise quiet library. Lily’s shoulders shake with mirth, her eyes shut tight, while Remus leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he tries to catch his breath.

“What?” James demands, scrambling to sit up straight again in his chair, eyes darting between the two of them. “What’s so funny?”

“Have I mentioned how much I like having you around, Lily?” Remus says through his laughter, completely ignoring James. “Merlin, it’s so much better when there’s someone else to humble him.”

“I hate both of you,” James says, glaring. “And, Lily,” he purses his lips, haughtily, “your plan is rubbish. I’m not helping you.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose for good measure, because he means business.

“Okay,” Lily snorts loudly, leaning back in her chair with a mock-serious expression. “Damn, Potter. I’m truly gutted. Honest to God, I’m not sure how I’ll ever recover or find the will to go on.” She turns smoothly toward Remus. “You’ll help me, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

James makes a sound of indignation, his face reddening further. “We’re not friends anymore, Remus.”

“Shame.”

“And Lily?”

“Yes?” She lifts an eyebrow, daring him to say something equally scathing.

“You and me,” he says, struggling to commit to the false threat while she’s looking at him with those eyes, bloody Merlin and Morgana. “We’re…we’re…”

“Uh huh?”

“Well, I am…not very happy with you right now,” he finishes lamely.

She grins at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m sure the feeling will pass. Just as soon as I’m naked again.”

[deanwritings]

Capeesh?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: So excited you're back! Can I request a protective/jealous!Dean x reader fic with an established relationship? Vibes of "don't touch her" would be much appreciated 😅

Summary: A fun night out at the bar takes a turn for the worse when a handsy patron approaches the reader.

Word Count: 1,928

Warning: Descriptions of violence & self defense related injuries. Cussing, if that bothers you.

Gif:

A/N: Years ago I went to a gym with my dad and the trainer/owner, this HUGE muscle head and really sweet man, gave me a free self defense class, which I still keep in mind to this day and peppered into this story.

And Happy New Year's y'all!

You lean against Dean as you take a sip of your beer, Dean's hand resting against your waist as you both politely listen to Sam as he shares a new piece of lore he learned during your latest hunt. You nod along, slightly intrigued with what Sam's found, but really wishing he could have saved the shop-talk for a time you weren't trying to unwind. Your body was still sore from the arachne fight, and you could use a break from all things hunting, even if it was just for a night. You can't see Dean's face from your vantage point, but if you had to guess, your boyfriend was likely staring his brother down with a straight face hoping he'll shut up.

You tip your bottle back again, but are disappointed when only a few drops trickle out. You give the bottle a little shake as you look through the brown glass, confirming with yourself that it was in fact empty.

You place the bottle down and step away from Dean, his hand falling from your waist. At the movement, Dean looks down at you and frowns.

"Be right back, need a new beer." You tap the glass as your straighten up from the high-top table. "Anyone need anything?"

Both brothers shake their heads and you make your way over to the bar, thankful for a break from the earful of arachne lore.

It's a fairly busy evening for Wednesday night, most tables occupied and the bar itself swimming with patrons. Luckily, you eye an opening just big enough for you to squeeze into and you step into the space. After a few moments, one of the bartender spots you as you rest your hands against the slightly sticky bar top and gives you a nod as he pours a blue liquor into a cocktail shaker.

You purse your lips as you look around the room, the crowd mostly older, with a few twenty-somethings mixed in. It seemed to be the only bar in town when you had Google Maps a spot earlier, so you weren't surprise that this seemed to be the local's go-to pub.

Your gaze falls back to the bar, taking in the bottle labels on the tiered shelves as your nails tap against the wood beneath them.

Jameson. Crown Royal. Bacardi. Bacardi Tropical. That's a new one.

A man brushes besides you as he steps into the very small space that had been open on your right. You look up at him and frown, quietly expressing your annoyance at the invasion of your person space. You get it's crowded, but the guy could have just waited behind you or someone else until a space opened up.

Rude much.

But rather than be turned off by your vexed welcome, the man just smiles down at you.

You huff and roll your eyes, looking for the bartender, his back to you as he appears to be serving two cocktails to a pair of older women.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The man next to you raises his voice over the noise of the crowd, leaning in towards you to make sure his question is heard.

His smile is still plastered over his pale face, his blonde hair shaggy over his forehead. You just glare up at him, your annoyance growing as it appears the man is incapable of reading social cues.

You see the bartender approach you, and you turn your shoulder away, squaring yourself up to the bar.

"Just a Bud Light, bottle, please." The bartender nods at you and turns to squats down at the fridge casing all the bottles.

"How about a name?" Warm breath tickles your ear, and your shoulder scrunches up at the sudden closeness as your stomach tightens.

The bartender places the beer back in front of you and asks a question with his eyes.

"The Winchester tab, thanks." The guy nods and and punches the drink into the POS.

You turn to walk away when that pestering voice calls out again.

"Winchester, huh?" You take a deep breath and turn to face the thorn in your side. "How about a first name?" His elbow leans against the bar and his eyebrow is raised at you. His grey t-shirt stretches across his chest at his position and he continues to smile at you.

He's looks like the poster boy for punchable assholes.

"Since you seem to be too dumb to figure it out on your own, let me spell it out for you." You smile tightly at him. "I'm not fucking interested." You feel your eyes crinkle along the edges as your lips tighten.

Finally, his smile falls, and he straightens up.

"Cunt," he spits.

Ah, there it is.

"You know it." Your forehead rises as you raise your beer and take a drink before turning on your heel.

As you approach your table, Dean is standing at attention, his jaw tight.

"All good?" You come alongside him, your shoulders brushing.

You look up at him and smile, genuinely.

You weren't surprised he was watching the interaction. Dean usually had his eye on you if you weren't by his side. You weren't sure if he knew that you knew he was always watching. When you first started dating, it had bothered you. It made you feel like Dean thought you couldn't handle yourself. But the more Dean opened up to you, you realized that it was just a part of Dean he was never going to shake; he had to know that his loved ones were safe, no matter where they were. A lifetime of losing everyone you've ever loved will do that to a man.

"Nothing I can't handle." You bump his shoulder and his body relaxes with a sigh. His jaw loosens and his smile returns as he throws his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side.

Another two beers later, ones that Dean insisted he get, your bladder was uncomfortably full, and you excused yourself to the bathroom.

The bathroom was in the very back of the bar away from the crowds, and as you washed your hands, you took a moment to appreciate the quietnesses. You loved bars and going out drinking with Sam and Dean; it was one of the few normal things you did in your lives. But it was nice to take a break from the noise and masses to reset before you threw yourself back out there.

After drying your hands, you take a moment to readjust your ponytail, a few hairs having gone astray from Dean's hand playing at the nape of your neck.

You shake your head at the thought with a smile.

Once you're all set, you exit the restroom, your eyes looking down the narrow and dimmed corridor when a hand wraps around your bicep and twirls you around.

You smile at the movement until your back is thrown against the wall, your head bouncing off the wood on the impact.

Before your vision catches up with the rest of you, you already know whose body heat is radiating in front of you; not your boyfriend, sneaking up on you for a private make-out session, but a scumbag barfly who had been harassing you early.

"Maybe next time you won't be such a bitch," whiskey wafts over you. Your nose scrunches and you turn your head away from the smell, but fingers wrap around your chin forcing you to look into his dark eyes, his pupils dilated and eyes wildly jumping back and forth as an elbow lands heavy on your windpipe.

You glare at him, your heart rate calming as you take a breath.

This asshole has no idea who he was dealing with.

"And hopefully this time you'll learn your lesson," you wheeze out as his elbow digs into your throat, restricting your breath.

He cocks his head at you and before he can react, your right hand flies to his fingers wrapped around your chin and you grasp his thumb. With a swift surety, you snap his thumb back with a sickening crack. A howl leaves his throat as his hand and arm fall away from your body. He begins to back away, his eyes looking at his broken thumb in horror, but you grab onto his shoulders, driving his body back to yours as you ram your knee into his crotch, nothing but a strangled cry and a lone tear in his eye as his knees hit the ground and he doubles over.

Your chest in heaving as you look down at the pathetic man in front of you; his good hand holding his bruised boys and his mangled hand cradled against his chest.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice echoes down the hallway. You turn towards the shadow racing towards you, and Dean is illuminated in the dim light above you as he reaches your side.

"What the fuck happened?" His forehead is wrinkled as he takes in the battered man in front of him.

"Like I said," you glance toward the pathetic excuse of a man whimpering on the ground. "Nothing I can't handle."

Dean's eyes find yours before they quickly scan over your face, then your body, making sure you were actually okay.

"C'mon," his hand lands gently on the same bicep that had been grabbed just a few seconds ago. "Let's get out of here."

You and Dean turn away but a rasped voice calls out to you.

"You psycho bitch! You'll get yours."

You just shake your head and continue your way back to the table, but Dean stops beside you.

"Dean," you say in a low warning. His head glances back slightly over his shoulder.

"What'd you say, douchebag?" Dean ignores you as he turns around and you reach out to him, though he brushes you off as he stalks towards the man picking himself off from the dirty bar floor.

His eyes find Dean, and he squares his jaw.

"I said," the man rolls his shoulders back. "Your girl's a fucking psycho and I'm pressing charges."

You're a step behind Dean, and before you can reach out and stop him, Dean's got the man pinned against the wall, holding him up by his t-shirt that looks like its about to rip.

"Press this, dick," Dean growls as his fist whips into the guy's nose. Blood spews as Dean drops him and he crumbles to the ground, tears now streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the gruesome stream flowing over his lips.

Dean squats down the the man's level, his finger his in the man's face.

"Touch her again, and there will be no one to press charges, capeesh?" Even without knowing Dean, anyone with a brain could tell it wasn't a question.

"Fuck you guys!" Blood sprays as the man yells.

Dean just rolls his eyes and stands up, taking one large step to your side.

"How about we call it a night?" Dean smirks down at you, unaware of the splatter on his flannel as he throws an arm around your shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan to me." You arm wraps around Dean's waist, your fingers only reaching the far side of his back as you smile up at him.

The two of you take a few synchronized steps before Dean glances over his shoulder again. You watch him closely before his eye face forward, a proud smile on his face.

Dean's elbow closes around your head as he pulls you into him, his lips pressing against your temple.

"Nice job, sweetheart."

A/N: Sorry, I really wanted to have a badass reader with Dean coming in for assistance vs. Dean coming to save the day. Figure if the reader's a hunter, she can definitely handle a handsy guy on her own. Protective!Dean is just a bonus. Hope you enjoyed, anon!

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[firstprincehornyramblings]

Hello and happy Sunday morning. <3 I was absentee Wednesday but I am glad to be back and in the writing swing. Thank you to @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag

Let's jump right into it, I have three WIPs I'm working on at the moment, in various states of completion, so I'll give you a little taste of each, under the cut so it's not SO obnoxiously long.

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Hairstylist Henry and his least Favorite Client

“That’s what you’re focusing on right now, making it to the employee section?” Henry asked, tugging Alex’s shirt over his head and tossing it on the table alongside the jacket. “Well, that depends,” the brunette began in a coy tone, his fingertips gently untucking Henry’s dress shirt, “Am I allowed to undress you too?” “Well, you can’t very well fuck me with my clothes on, can you?” “Oooh, I’m getting laid in the employees only room. I bet you bring all your boys back here,” Alex hummed, tugging Henry’s shirt off and draping it over the clearly assigned clothing table. “You’re making me regret it and we haven’t even started yet,” Henry tutted, obviously playful. His hand slipping between them as he ran his fingers over the growing hardness under Alex’s dress pants. “Christ, I missed having your cock in my mouth,” he panted, already dropping to his knees.

A Halloween Costume Assignment Misunderstanding

The sight of Alex stepping out of the bathroom made Henry’s eyes widen as he stared on in awe. Alex was clad in perhaps the tightest outfit Henry had ever seen. It was a fireman costume, complete with suspenders, a shirt that hugged Alex’s skin so much so that his abs we’re visible through it, and pants so tight they had to be illegal. Perhaps it was because Henry knew the dimensions better than he knew the route to the grocery store, but he swore he could map out exactly where Alex’s cock begun and ended in those trousers. There certainly wasn’t the remotest chance that Alex had on any underwear. His dark curls were tousled messy, a week-old stubble on his face, and he’d smeared what looked like a bit of black eye shadow on his high cheeks and forehead to replicate ash. Henry was salivating. “Are you… David Bowie as a be- Oh! You’re David!” Alex laughed as soon as he connected the dots, “That’s really cute, baby,” he added still chuckling. “Oh my- fuck me, Christ alive, look at you, you look like a firefighter in a porno,” Henry sounded both exasperated and completely enamored, it was a feat. “And I’m… in a beagle onesie, oh that…” he stopped speaking words then, opting to audibly grumble.

Sugarbaby Alex <3

Alex watched the man stand up, he was tall, maybe a few inches taller than Alex, but there was no reason to admit that out loud. Blond hair that was cut neatly save a few stray pieces had fallen onto his forehead as he stood up. There were flecks of silver strands lining his temples, but he’d aged gracefully from what Alex could see. He looked mature, not old, or perhaps Alex just had the wrong idea of what thirty-eight looked like. Either way, he was confident it didn’t normally look like this, high cheekbones and full lips, a broad frame and thighs that looked thick even in dress pants. The closer this man got, Alex could see a tiny mole at the corner of his mouth, an identical one on his chin. Briefly Alex caught himself wondering if there might be any more perfectly placed moles somewhere else on this man’s body. Or maybe even a dusting of light freckles like Alex saw along the blond’s nose, maybe on his chest or shoulders. Alex couldn’t see much else, due to the dress shirt the blond had on, buttoned and tucked in neatly; covered by a sweater vest. Was the outfit what was considered casual in England? Maybe just in this house? Or was it simply because Alex was coming? Questionable attire aside, Alex could feel his heart in his throat. His hands felt sweaty, and it wasn’t the fireplace. His cheeks were warm, and he knew he must be blushing. See, the thing was, Alex had noticed men before, he’d even fooled around with them. But he wasn’t entirely sure that he was actually into them. Standing here though, in this room, locking his eyes on bright lighter ones, Alex knew one thing: he was instantly sexually attracted to this man. “Henry is more than fine, you can call me Henry,” the blond offered, interrupting the racing thoughts Alex had. Henry extended a hand to shake, somewhat awkwardly, like he didn’t think it fit the situation, “I hope your flight was well, I’m glad to see you made it.” “Ah, right, Henry, nice to meet you,” Alex managed smiling, even if it was certainly a bit nervous, “Uh, yeah, the flight was great. First class was really nice, thank you. I uhm- I’m glad to be here,” he nodded before reaching out to shake the other man’s hand. It was soft, warm, and slightly smaller than Alex’s hand. He fought a shudder, convincing himself that he didn’t feel electricity run up through his arm as their palms met.

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[bmodiwrites]

All the Pretty Girls

Hi friends! I've been off the map for a little while but I'm slowly trying to crawl my way back. I listened to All the Pretty Girls by KALEO this morning during my workout and never looked back. Here you'll find a bunch of mutual pining with a glorious resolution. Drop me a comment if you'd like to be on the tag list for the next part! There's always more Steddie drama to come...

“It’s uh – Eddie Munson,” Eddie says when he’s finally amongst the gaudy metal of their gym lockers. He’s almost shocked to see Steve there, sitting dejectedly, but Eddie recovers himself quickly. “You okay, Steve?”

“Why are you here, Eddie?” Steve asks, instead, ignoring the question completely. It’s hard to say whether Steve actually wants to know the answer but Eddie goes for it, anyway.

“I saw you weren’t on the court. I thought maybe I’d find you in here. I mean – I – “ Eddie starts to babble but Steve’s voice breaking through it stops him.

“It’s okay. I know you come to the games. You’re kind of hard to miss in the stands. Usually, when the home team makes a basket, everyone stands to cheer. You don’t. You sit on the bleachers and look uninterested. It’s ballsy as hell.”

Steve has perked up a bit and is sitting straighter on the cheap chair he’s been practically sucked into since Eddie walked in. His words are obviously real, obviously true.

Eddie does his best not to let his embarrassment show but it’s a difficult thing. Being caught out is something Eddie hadn’t even thought about. Gareth and the rest of the D&D guys only care if he misses a band practice so none of them ever questioned his whereabouts on Wednesday nights. Aside from Wayne, no other soul knows about Eddie’s secret fascination. Well, Wayne and now Steve.

“I never understood the tradition,” Eddie eventually says, trying for nonchalance. Though, the look on Steve’s face tells him he doesn’t buy it, so Eddie continues on. “Basketball isn’t as boring as I thought it was. You’re – y’know, good. Fun to watch.”

Steve’s smiling then, his white teeth gleaming in the shitty overhead light. The grin is devilish, almost a warning in and of itself. While Eddie recognizes that fact, he forces himself to stay strong, to stand before Steve and see what he might have to say.

“Well, you don’t have to come to the games, anymore. I quit the team today.”

Read the rest over on AO3!

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[liminalmemories21]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, and @paperstorm Thank you!

This is legitimately the only thing I've written recently, so more of what started here and continued here & cutting for NSFW content.

He jolts, not ready for it when TK moves lower, presses ice for a second to the thin skin of his perineum and then moans at the hot touch of TK’s mouth there.  TK sits up straighter, drinking from the glass, holding one of the ice cubes in his mouth for a moment before letting it slide back into the glass with a clink.  He watches and still isn't ready when TK bends his head to lap at the head of his cock, where he's leaking and wet.  He twists into it and TK teases going down a little further just for moment before he pulls off to take another drink, and then he slides his mouth down around Carlos's cock, cheeks hollowing, cold and then burning hot and it's too much sensation and not enough.  TK pulls off again slowly with a pop before reaching for the glass again. 

Carlos give up on trying to find a pattern in his touches - ice and then wet heat on his balls, the inside of his knee, the crease of his groin, a slow slick slide down his cock until the head nudges at the back of TK's throat and then an equally slow slide up until TK's sucking at the bundle of nerves under the head, tonguing at them while Carlos gasps for air, a slow hickey sucked into the corner of his hip where he'll feel it tomorrow every time he moves.  He loses himself in the unpredictability, letting his mind spin and wheel, the clutch of his hands on the terry cloth belt and the weight of TK's hands on his skin his only tethers.

He only registers that the glass is empty when TK straightens and drops it over the side of the bed to land with a soft clunk on the carpet.  When there's no touch that comes after Carlos forces his eyes open and lifts his head enough to see TK watching him.  "I know I said I wanted you to get loud, sweetheart, but this is kinda blowing my mind too."  He can't find words to respond and TK's gaze turns sharp.  "Hey, baby, I need you to talk to me for a second.”

He swallows around a dry throat and finds his voice for TK.  "Green.  I promise.  Green."

TK watches for another moment, assessing, and then nods, reaching for something in the sheets.  He shuffles a little closer between Carlos's spread thighs, running hands up them, and then there are slick fingers at the rim of his ass, not pushing, just petting, getting him used to the sensation.  "Ready?" TK asks softly.

He tightens his hands on the belt and nods, lets out his breath slowly as TK's touch gets firmer and then there's a slick finger in his ass, and it always feels different than he expects, than he remembers, always more.  TK waits, watching until Carlos's face smooths and he nods again, and then he moves, crooking his finger, finding Carlos's prostate with unerring precision, like he never has to look, like he’s drawn a map and X marks the spot.  Carlos arches into it helplessly, moaning deep and loud for TK's benefit, and then because he can't help himself.

TK breathes, "Yeah, there we are, sweetheart, I've got you, I promise."

And he does, he always does.  Carlos plants a foot, trying to push down on TK's finger.  "Please, I need more."

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[cyberdenizen]

THE NEW UNIVERSITY

This story can be found as a dedicated page on my blog: Here

This story features a number of kinks, primarily: Stalking \ Student-Teacher

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It was the first week at a new university… for both of them. He had just been starting as a professor, teaching a freshman intro to philosophy class twice a week. She had just been starting as a student, in a brand new world.

By the second class, he had already known well what kind of student she would be. When all the students introduced herself, she said she was very studious, but very sociable and talkative… as she rambled on. Her head rarely down, as she scribbled notes and stared at him as he taught. Even when she turned her head to whisper to the student next to her, her eyes were forward. She always raised her hand to answer or comment. And always looked disappointed when she wasn’t called on.

Towards the end of the second class, the professor walked through the room and placed a copy of the study plan in front of each student. By her row, he was walking behind the students, and appeared to drop two small items as he leaned over to place hers down, she was looking up at him, as if waiting for him to speak. As class ended, and the students began to pack their bags and funnel out to their next class or to get lunch, she walked up to the desk at and placed her hand on it. “I think you dropped this, sir.” She said somewhat coyly. Her hand lifted, revealing a small pack of mints. “Oh yes! That’s quite alright, I have more, keep them if you’d like.” He responded softly, gesturing his hand. But all he thought was “Good… it worked.” “Oh… thank you.” She stutterred slightly, shyly. “Now, don’t you have another class to get to?” He inquired. “No, I was going to get some lunch, I don’t have anything for another couple of hours.” She answered. Good, he thought as she walked out of the room.

He sat in his office, eating his lunch and looking down at his phone. A map of the campus and surrounding area opened. A small blue dot moving slowly, stopping where a local pizzaria is, and staying for about an hour.

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Come the next class, he asked her to remain for a few minutes after. “I know you’re a very… eager… student,” he began, “but I do need to let other students answer from time to time.” She looked extremely disappointed, slightly hurt even. “Listen, you’re a very good student so far…” her eyes glistened and her mood perked up with his words, “I’m not trying to discourage that, but I can’t always call on you.” Disappointment crossed her face once more.

After she left, he packed his belongings and went to his office, checking his phone. This time he watched as the dot travelled towards a lecture hall. Only free after on Thursday, he thought quietly.

And so Thursday came. He did not hold her after class this time. After the students departed, he waited, checked his phone, then set out. Following behind the dot on his screen. He just so happened to get lunch at the same restaurant as her. “Oh, hi sir!” She said surprised, seeing him walk towards an emtpy table with his food. “No one was able to join you today?” He asked, she was alone at a table. “I… didn’t ask anyone.” She replied shyly. “Do you want to sit with me?” He sat, they chatted, and after about an hour, they were off their separate ways once more.

Days passed. The two encoutnered eachother many times in the halls on Friday and Monday alike. And then, Tuesday came. She stayed after of her own accord this time. She asked some interesting questions, barely related to the class content, masked as if inquiries about her education thusfar. Then, Wednesday, and more ‘random’ meetings in various halls and stairwells.

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Thursday again. And once more he happened to encounter her, this time enroute to a cafe. “Oh… sir!” She was surprsied. She stopped, he stopped. “Is everything alright?” He asked. “Sir… is this… also yours?” She asked holding out a small tag, the very one he had used to show her on his map. He closed her hand around it, and looked at her without a word… he was caught. He pushed too much, too many ‘chance’ encounters. “W…what kind of student did you want me to be…” She was stuttering, her face bright. She wasn’t running away, she wasn’t calling anyone… She just stood there, her hand still in his as she held the tag, looking up, waiting. He sighed, looked around, then said “I’ll get you your lunch and we’ll chat in my office.” And so they did… And as soon as his office door closed, he put down the bag with the food, and gripped her chin. “You asked what kind of student I want you to be? You don’t stop staring me down, do you look at all your professors that way?” “N…no sir, I promise!” She was flustered, face bright red. His leg pressed between hers, her skirt lifting against his thigh. “Well then, your answer is, I don’t want you as a student.” he grunted, “I want you as a… let’s call it ‘teacher’s pet’.” She yelped slightly at his words, nearly melting in his grip. Her bag slipping from her shoulders, thudding to the floor. He could feel the leg of his slacks dampening, wetter, wetter, soaked through. “S…sorry sir… I…I…I’m j…just a little pet…” She stammered, eyes glistening, looking into his, heart racing, breath heavy, soaking herself with his leg pressed between hers.

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She did not make it to her next class… Though she did make it to the following… Her socks and shoes still damp with now cold piss. Cum still dripping down her thighs, leaking from both her ass and her cunt. Her mascara running slightly. She attempted to clean herself up before leaving his office, but it was clear she had been pounded. He kept her panties, having used them to gag her as he had his way with her over his desk. Now they sat, balled up in the corner of his desk. He promised to wash them and return them after the next time she had class with him, and instructed her not to wear any that day so that he could put them on her himself.

[unfriendlyamazon]

wip wednesday dragon edition

i haven't been writing as much thanks to being wildly depressed but i did start the next chapter of dragon!jou after erasing it three or four times. nothing exciting yet i just want katsuya to explore the world.

The library to the white castle stank of dust and yellowed pages and tanned leather. Men in white robes moved through the stacks, organized by some arcane secret known only to wise men. The white stone curved around it, stairs rising and sloping both towards the sky and beneath the ground. At tables, scholars spread out maps and materials, murmuring their theories to themselves. Amid all this, a single shape stood out. The purple robes of the wizard were a little too long for his short legs, and he occasionally paused to pick the fabric up from underneath his black boots. His hair coiled out in all directions, shining like a star.

Katsuya crouched low as he followed the movement of Yugi through the library. In the shadows of the tall alcove, he curled up, tail wound around his torso, red eyes unblinking. The wizard walked past the bookshelves and scholars, past the star charts and stained glass, and he came to small mechanical lift. Katsuya bound across the top of the shelves as the metal doors clanged shut, and he slammed down onto the top of it as it descended. He scrabbled to stay on, curling around the metal chain that allowed it to descend. The lift carried them both down, bypassing two other floors, and then clanging to a stop at the third. Yugi struggled a moment to open the metal gate, and then he stepped onto the stone floor. This room was smaller and darker, the shadows making it hard to see how big the room actually was. A circular table was laid in the center with green chalk marks etched across it. Katsuya’s ears twitched as he heard the wizard messing with glass bottles and thin wands. He slowly descended from the perch as the wizard removed a large bound book with two metal clasps holding it closed. He hefted it onto the table, unlatched it, and used both hands to open it to its center.

“What are you doing?” Katsuya said.

“Fuck!” Yugi shouted and jumped straight up. He slapped his hands down over the book pages. “How did you get in here?”

He pointed to the elevator and sniffed around the wizard’s shoulders. The book was drawn in ink, showing elaborate arrays and summoning circles. The perfume of dark magic poured off of it, earthy and dark like the underside of wet leaves.

“I don’t know if you’re supposed to be here,” Yugi said, folding his arms around the book to close it. “I think Anzu was looking for you.”

“Yeah, I’m hiding from her.” He sniffed closer to the wizard’s tome. “What is this?”

“A book,” Yugi said quickly, pulling it away from him. “An old book. My grandpa gave it to me. Do you wanna see?”

Katsuya nodded. Yugi breathed out, letting the book drop back onto the table, and he opened it again.

[goldenamberhoney]

Induction

Warnings: Kidnapping (Not exact kidnapping; like the one from Wednesday in the Nightshades)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Addams!fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday rejects the Nightshades but Y/N accepts after a certain someone’s begging.

You had followed Wednesday to the statue, a book being held by Poe immediately drawing your attention to it. “Wednesday, look,” you said, kneeling down to see under it as you pulled out a notebook. “S…N…A…P. Snap. Tw…twice,” you said, writing it all down as you stood up, Wednesday looking a you with a half-proud expression. You stood back, the girl lifting her fingers up and snapping her fingers, the sound echoing.

Immediately, the statue rumbled as we walked through, climbing down the stairs as Wednesday followed you. A book caught your attention as you flicked through the pages, your eyes landing on a tear in the book. “Found it,” you muttered, Wednesday immediately grabbing the book. “Well done, cousin,” she said, touching the tear gently. That was, until, a bag was thrown over your head and you were dragged into a chair.

As much pleasure as it brings you to be in this position, not knowing who you were under the vulnerability of. “Who dares breach our inner sanctum?” a voice asked as the bag was pulled off of your head. And just like that, your hopes were dashed as you looked into Bianca’s eyes. “You can take the mask off, Bianca,” Wednesday said. “Actually I preferred you with it on,” you said as she scoffed.

“How did you get down here?” Xavier asked, looking at you. “Rowan showed us,” you said, not looking at the boy. “Left pocket,” you said as Xavier took the photo out of her map. “Tracked the watermark and then I solved the riddle,” you said. “Wait, there’s a riddle?” Kent asked, confused, “I thought we just snapped twice,”. You scoffed. “Well aren’t you the brightest of the bunch?” Wednesday asked as you sniggered.

“The Nightshades are an elite, social club. Emphasis on elite,” Bianca said. “We have roof parties, campouts and the occasional midnight skinny dip,” Yoko said. “Last I heard, the Nightshades had been disbanded,” you said. “Yeah, the group kinda lost its charter 30 years after some normie kid died,” Xavier said, shrugging. “Weems looks the other way as long as no one makes any waves,” Yoko said.

“What are we gonna do with them?” Divina asked, as Xavier stood up. “I think we should induct them. They have a legacy,” he said, pointing to our mother. “Let me save you the trouble, I’m not interested in joining,” Wednesday said, making Yoko frown. “You’re seriously turning us down?” she asked, confused. “Can you believe it?” she said, sarcastically as Xavier turned to you. “Y/N….you as well?” he asked, a look of almost sadness on his face. “I…” you said, not knowing how to respond.

“Untie her,” Bianca said, pointing at you. “I freed myself 5 minutes ago,” you said, dropping the rope. “It’s upto you, I’m leaving, Y/N,” Wednesday snapped as you turned to follow her. Xavier stepped in front of you, his hand blocking your way as you glared at him. “Y/N, please,” he said, hands on your shoulders. “Why?” you asked, the word more of a statement than a question. “If it means you’ll stop ruining my coat,” you said, brushing his hand off of your coat and walking away, so he couldn’t see the smile on your face.

A/N - What the hell is this. It’s so bad 😭😭😭

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Day 4: Handmade

There’s a crooked piece of tape on one side of the gift, and it’s driving Chrissy crazy. Two months of work, her first piece of the semester, an A+ from Mr. Morrow, meticulous gift-wrapping, and a crooked. Piece. Of. Tape. 

Miss Kelly would say she’s fixating on things she can’t control, but Miss Kelly didn’t wrap the damn present.

“I have something for you,” she says to Eddie upon entering the trailer, pushing the crooked tape down, as deep as it will go, into the locked cell where she keeps her mother, her ex, and her failings. 

Eddie, who has been home for hours because Hellfire doesn’t meet on Thursdays, looks intrigued. Cute, too, sitting on the couch, surrounded by notebooks, regular books, and graph paper he’ll use when he’s ready to make maps for the next campaign. 

“What for?” 

“Valentine’s Day,” she says.

The color drains from Eddie’s face. “I thought you said we weren’t doing presents.” 

“We’re not. It’s just a coincidence. Besides, it’s Wednesday, and Valentine’s isn’t until Friday, so… technically, it’s not.”

“You just said it was.” 

“Please don’t be so pedantic, Edward,” she said primly because he always laughs and wrinkles his nose like a startled hamster when she uses his full name. 

“Gross. Now I’m getting you something.” He puts his notebook to the side and holds out his arms. Chrissy settles on his lap with her backpack clutched to her chest. “So, what’d you get me?” 

“I didn’t get you anything. I said I have something for you.” 

“What, like a kiss?” 

“No, not like a kiss.” She unzips her bag and produces the rectangular package. The crooked tape is so, so visible to her, but Eddie doesn’t see it, and that’s not exactly why she’s fallen in love with him, except it kind of is? He’s the type of guy who sees over the trees to the forest, and that helps her remember there’s a way out when she’s lost in the woods. 

“Whoa, heavy,” he says as he takes the package. “Can I open it?” 

“That’s the idea.” 

He grins. Rips into the paper like it’s nothing to reveal a plain, wooden box. Pine, six inches by four inches, with dovetail joints and a hinged lid, cured with paste wax and presented without comment. 

Well, with a bit of comment. “I thought you could put weed in it, or your little figures, or whatever. I know it’s not that big, but I only had so much time, and—”

“You made this?” he says as his fingers run across the wood. Lift the lid. Peer inside with an awestruck grin. “Holy shit, Chrissy.” 

“It’s no big deal.” She plucks at a loose thread on his shirt. “You know I’m taking advanced shop.” 

“No, dude, it is a big deal. This is like… professional.” He looks at her, a grin on his face. “I’m gonna keep all my best stuff in here.” 

“All your best stuff,” she echoes, then laughs. “Like what?” 

“Like I’m gonna cut my heart out of my chest and drop it inside, probably.” 

“Hmm. I don’t know if the finish would stand up to bloodstains.” 

“Condoms, then,” he says with a grin. “And those panties I stole off you the first time I ate you out.” 

“And that’s your best stuff?” 

“Buddy, it doesn’t get any better.” 

The girl was doing well in advanced shop! Her skills are perfect for a handmade gift.

Thanks to @amandaashplease for running the show!

[totally-not-deacon]

WIP Wednesday!!!

Tagged by @dalishthunder, and gonna bother @bokatan, @bardic-inspo, and @throughtrialbyfire!

So uh, I don't have writing in the traditional, fanfic, sense. But I DID get it into my head to work on giving Follower!Marasa a little gimmick. Thinking once a day, at an inn, you can give her some form of alcohol in exchange for a long-winded, rambling, (probably) intoxicated story. Some about her, some things she's seen/done, some just lore related stuff she's found interesting. Definitely gonna have that exaggerated, "the fish was THIIIISS big" kind of energy.

I'll go ahead and give you the (VERY rough) draft of the first story, and the only one actually partially in the CK now.

(BOLD is the Player response)

What, you want a bedtime story, now? Fine, how about this.

You ever been to Cyrodiil in the autumn? Gone stomping though the Great Forest to see the pretty leaves? Don’t. It’s cold. It’s wet. And it’s miserable. So imagine you’re me – you’ve been marching since the Dawn era, it’s raining, and you were dumb enough to drop your day’s rations in the mud almost twelve hours ago. As you can imagine, we were having the time of our lives.

But all of a sudden – like you’ve been blessed by the Gods themselves – the clouds part, and your superiors finally tell everyone to start setting camp. You could kiss them for this. Well, if you could reach, that is. And if you didn’t value your life. Yeah, best to hold off on that one, actually.

Anyway, we all go about, setting up tents and whatnot. Takes forever, the whole ground feels like it’s nothing but rocks with a thin layer of leaves on top. Not one of us was gonna sleep comfortably. Not that any of us cared at that point, could have strung us up by the necks if it meant we’d get a break from the officers barking orders.

Can we come back to this later? [EXIT]

Wow, alright. I’m sure we can come up with a time that’s far more convenient for you.

Are you going to get to the story part soon?

Okay, rude. As I was coming to, before being interrupted, these weren’t just rocks under the soil. They were bricks. We were setting up camp on top of some old town, or something. Wasn’t on any of our maps, so it must’ve been gone for a long while. Lots of places got wiped out during the Oblivion Crisis, so it was probably just one of those. Didn’t stop a few of the others from trying to scare some of the new recruits with ghost stories. One of ‘em kept saying something about the dirt, I think? I have no idea.

As luck would have it, I think I found the one flat spot in the entire clearing. The second that canvas was up, I was out. Surely I’d sleep straight into morning, right? Wrong.

Was it the Imperials?

Was it the – who is telling the story? That’s what I thought.

I wake up all of a sudden, it’s still dark out, almost dead silent. But I knew something was up. It felt like there were eyes on me, from – from all directions. I’m thinking we’re about to be ambushed, but I can’t even reach for my sword. In fact, I can’t move at all. It was like being paralyzed, but this was no spell. At least, I don’t think it was. So I’m stuck there, waiting for what surely must be the Imperials about to storm from the treeline at any moment. But that’s when I hear it.

Whispering.

At first, I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It felt close, really close, but I couldn’t make out the words. It didn’t sound like it was coming outside the tent, or even, gods forbid, in the tent but… but beneath it.

Now I know you’re making this up. [1]

Look, I know how it sounds, but for once I’m not messing with you!

How much did you have to drink? [2]

Dead sober, sadly. We were all still pretending to have some level of decorum within earshot of the officers.

Then what happened? [3]

Finally, someone actually listening for once!

… [cont.]

So as you can imagine, I did not do much sleeping that night. I was already packing up by the time the sun started to rise. Couple of others were already up as well, and I think we could all tell. None of us had to say it. Funny thing was, we were all spread out through the camp, but somehow we all heard the same thing.

Once it looks like we’re about to move out again, I look back to where I had my tent that night, and I see one of the new recruits walking my way. And then… I didn’t. Guy was gone. Apparently fell through some rotten boards and down an old well.

Rotten boards your tent was on top of.

Uh-huh. Someone threw a torch down, trying to see how far down he was, but… it never seemed to reach the bottom.

Aaaanyway, take a stab at where they were lol

[graythursday]

the batman (2022) timeline of events

i wanted to map out the timeline of events in the movie. i’ve seen a couple people do this but i don’t think it’s ever been exact and i wanted to do it myself. it’s as perfect as i could make it but let me know if you have any suggestions.

thursday oct 31st

- riddler kills mayor mitchell (very late at night)

friday nov 1st

- batman goes to the mayor’s crime scene (dawn)

- bruce and alfred solve the first part of the riddle (drive) - (morning/mid day)

- batman and gordon solve the next part of the riddle (thumb-drive) - (afternoon)

- batman goes to the iceberg lounge, talks to oz, and meets selina (night)

- annika is kidnapped (night)

- riddler kills commissioner pete savage (revealed at night)

- batman goes to see the commissioner with gordon (night) (this could even be the early hours of nov 2nd) (this scene is fuzzy because no time of day is indicated in the script and there are no windows to guess the time in the scene)

- batman goes to see joker in arkham (night) (this could be the early hours of nov 2nd or the night of nov 2nd) (this scene is also fuzzy bc it’s not technically canon as it was cut from the film)

saturday nov 2nd

- batman and selina infiltrate 44 below (night)

- riddler kidnaps colson (night)

sunday nov 3rd

- gordon & batman talk on the rooftop (pre-dawn)

- the mayor’s funeral (day)

- colson gets blown up (afternoon)

- selina arranges a drops buy that gordon and batman are present for & annika is found in the back of kenzie’s car (night)

- car chase scene (night) (this could even be the early hours of the 4th)

- alfred is injured in an explosion targeting bruce (night) (again, could be the early hours of the 4th)

monday nov 4th

- bruce searches for answers while alfred is in the hospital (early morning—afternoon)

- batcat meeting + kiss on rooftop (sunset)

- riddler’s video on the waynes & arkhams releases (night)

- bruce goes to see falcone (late at night)

tuesday nov 5th

- bruce goes into his parents room for the first time in years (dawn)

- bruce goes to see alfred in the hospital (night)

- selina has kenzie on the roof & they find out falcone is the rat (night)

- selina goes to kill falcone (night)

- riddler kills falcone (night)

- riddler is caught (night)

- riddler and batman talk in arkham (night)

- riddler’s bombs go off and the last part of his plan goes into affect (night)

- the city is flooded (night)

wednesday nov 6th

- “the city’s underwater.” (sunrise)

- batman helps people to safety following the flood (sunrise)

- batman realizes what he must become; hope

- riddler meets joker (morning)

- selina leaves town/batcat goodbye (dusk)

[fountainpenguin]

Recent 'Fic Progress 'n Stuff

I'm in a very busy period of my life right now, so updates may become sporadic, but here's some news I have for now!

Fandoms discussed: MCYT, Total Drama, WordGirl, Fairly OddParents

MCYT - Typically updates Tuesdays

- Aiming to post something for the Pixels Imperfect series on Tuesday, but don't be alarmed if it doesn't happen.

-> I'm in this weird zone where my chapter for Herobrine's Guide to the Between Dimension is complete except for the map I'm almost done with, but I'm having some artist block getting the map where I want it, so... I might hold off a bit until I'm happy with it. It's not bad, but I'm struggling with clean-up and labels.

-> Really good progress on my next Dog's Life chapter. In a weird zone of hesitating over whether I'm going too far with X or Y. Needs more attention, but I'm really happy with what I have so far. Very exciting! I did some doodles that I'll post under the cut :)

-> High likelihood of skipping this next Tuesday of posting, which gives time to let Collector's Fee sink in anyway (Plus I did a double update for Dog's Life at the start of August for its anniversary and that was probably too much for me), but we should be back the week after :)

- Herobrine's Guide will go on hiatus after Chapter 14 (the next chapter to post is Chapter 11) because that's where the buffer runs out. At that point, we've finished all world lore (except the Hels stuff that goes in the Additional Info final chapter). That's where we enter the bestiary, and they're huge chapters I want to ensure are consistent all the way through. So... I need to finish all the bestiary chapters before posting the first one :'D. A lot of work is done, but a lot still left to do!

-> Since I've been posting Herobrine's Guide during Dog's Life's intermission, we just won't have Tuesday updates for a bit. I think I'll switch to finishing The Candles We Light (and Should Regret) & Top 10 Hanahaki Life Hacks (#8 Will Shock You), which I started during Guess the Author.

-> Comparatively, they're shorter projects and it would be nice to finish them instead of leaving them hanging. That should work well, but we may have a period of no Tuesday updates during this adjustment period.

- Dog's Life is still on soft hiatus through to January or February 2025. It's between Sessions 2 and 3 right now and that hasn't changed. At this time, it posts once a month (although as mentioned, there may be a slight delay in the next chapter, but we had a double update on August 1st, so no surprise :))

-> When Dog's Life resumes, it will most likely be once every two weeks instead of every week. I really enjoyed posting weekly, but I have to admit it's A Lot. I was able to do that when hyperfixating on it as the only fandom I was posting consistently for, but I'd like to roll it back for 2025. Considering I post chapters above 10k words, I think it's fair; weekly updates was a lot. Final decision will be made when we actually reach 2025!

- We know Grian's working on Life Series Season 6 and that he said it would be a while. When that drops, I expect to do liveblogs and maybe one-shots depending on inspiration.

Total Drama - Currently updates Wednesdays and Saturdays

Life of a Loser is getting close to its end! Once it's done, we'll switch to posting one TD 'fic a week (probably) until they're all posted. Leaning towards posting on Wednesdays or Thursdays. Subject to change.

You can subscribe to the Riddle's Drama AO3 series if you want those emails. If you are only subscribed to Life of a Loser but you want to continue seeing more of my TD work, now is a good time to subscribe to the series, as basically everything from here is one-shots.

Reminder: I wrote these works between 2013 and 2016. I'm moving them to AO3 for archive purposes. You can leave comments or send me Asks if you want to chat about these works or their worldbuilding, but my knowledge of the show ends after Ridonculous Race; I didn't watch Total Dramarama and I don't know anything that came after it.

My Total Drama works will continue posting for the rest of 2024 and into 2025. I don't anticipate writing more works for this series, although if I had infinite time, I'd be interested in finishing the ones I started and left unfinished (because Leonard, my beloved).

WordGirl - On hiatus

Still on hiatus for now! Was hoping I'd be able to post more for it before the end of 2024, but that was pushed back by a very busy summer, which led to me not getting the Frayed Knots buffer where I wanted, and Frayed Knots has priority.

These works are not discontinued (I've been working on Factor It In since 2018 and I'm not dropping it now, lol). They're just on break, because I'd prefer leaving them on break and returning with a buffer over random updates.

I do have some one-shot drafts I've been sitting on, and I might clean and post those, but my attention's pretty divided between IRL, MCYT 'fics, and FOP right now, so this isn't super likely.

Factor It In has a serious vibe, as it's a realistic exploration of superhero life and biology, and there's also, like... no death or serious injury in it. I'm currently interested in things that are either wackier or angstier, but I look forward to coming back to it when I'm ready to be serious again. I genuinely like these 'fics a lot, including my WIPs, but it's an exciting time for FOP fandom right now and I want to enjoy it :)

If you want updates for my WordGirl 'fics, you can subscribe to Heroes' Journey or 28 Million Degrees. And you can always send me Asks if you want to!

Fairly OddParents - AO3 updates on Fridays, plus I've been posting on the blog any day of the week

- New cover arts for Frayed Knots and Origin of the Pixies are done! Their new announcement posts will go up soon, as I wanted to get all the 130 arc covers done first (for reverse tag scrolling purposes).

I did these two first and I think they're my favorites <3 These will replace their existing covers in their respective 'fics, and these are the posts that will be linked to when discussing these projects (Ex: I need to clean my FOP 'fics page and these will go there).

Reblogs always appreciated for cover / announcement posts, but no pressure! These are messy 'fics and not to everyone's tastes.

- I've committed to the name City Lights AU for my New Wish works. I'm REALLY excited for the "arranged marriage & not in love but we're going along with it anyway because this is what we do as upper class kids" trope I've set myself up with... for reasons...

- The AU guide is complete and will be posted after I finish Hadley's full sideblog profile, as I want her to be linked on it.

- I... emotionally cannot post Hadley's profile until I clean the freakin' blog, because I HATE what the update years ago did to bullet points, so I'll see if I can make some time for the sideblog. I have to go back and change them all to indents with dashes, like I've been doing in my posts over here... and I still have to fix all the broken masterpost links (which broke during the same Tumblr update from years ago). Gonna be a pain, but...... :'D The things we do for love.

- I went through my drafts and it looks like I do have some lore and reference posts that can be cleaned and posted for the sideblog, which would be nice; I have more to work with than I thought.

I can also do things like post the Fairy School Schedule on the sideblog instead of on a Google Doc. Up until now, it was relying on the doc for color coding (for ease of reading), but now we have color-coded posts, so it can go on the blog directly. - Also ?? it turns out I never actually compiled my multiple posts on Fairy aging into a single post, and thus the detailed info never made it on the sideblog. -> I compiled an age chapter for today's "So, You're Studying the Cloudlands..." update (i.e. I'd had the development charts there as placeholders since the start, but I really wanted actual info too) and that will become a sideblog post in the future.

- Somewhere in the depths of my literal 2,400 drafts on main blog is some sideblog stuff that I saved as drafts here instead of there, and one day... I will find it. But we'll talk about that again after my A New Wish liveblog is done.

I'm also going to change the sideblog's mentions of Riddleverse Classic to Cloudlands AU, now that it has a real name. Just... finally coming back and power washing everything before I risk posting anything new that attracts new eyes while the blog is messy, haha.

Technically the term Riddleverse 'fics covers all my AUs, so some mentions will stay (like things that say "contains Riddleverse spoilers"). However, this should make things more clear.

I had a lot of self-censorship internalization and general nerves when I was working on the sideblog back in the day, but I'm a lot more "cringe and free and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem" now than I was a few years ago, so it'll be nice to move on from those memories and learn to enjoy the blog again.

- I also feel happier with my art and writing styles now compared to where I was in recent years. Looking forward to blowing the dust off and polishing stuff nicely! I'm not going to try to keep future profile arts consistent with the old arts, so it'll be what it'll be.

Heavily leaning towards redesigning my adult Chloe, as I was never that attached to her, and I want to slightly tweak my Timmy and Cosmo to better fit my current art style. Debating whether to add Anti-Wanda's scars. Also need to do a scar ref for H.P. since he has a huge one on his cheek I rarely draw because I always seem to draw him facing the other way, sdklj... Someday...

- I had a lot of IRL stuff happen in recent years that was similar to things happening in my FOP 'fics and I wasn't able to truly enjoy them for a while. A New Wish brought back a lot of my excitement for the series and I feel like I'm healing a lot in regards to being able to enjoy FOP :)

I'm excited to share the arc guide and start outlining 'fics.

- As previously mentioned, I've cleaned the 130 Prompts summaries page so it's up to date with 2024 plans. Also, I've finished all the arc guides and made a new cover image for the project!

- I'd like to kick off Arc 3 of the Prompts with a piece about Dale shortly after "Nectar of the Odds" - "#96 - You Deserve It." The piece after that will loop back to the "Am I adopted?" drama Poof went through in Arc 2, and it'll be fun! I'm really excited :)

- Frayed Knots is high priority, but it's also a massive project requiring lots of brain power, so it'll be nice to sprinkle lighter one-shots in between.

- Great progress on Frayed Knots! Things are really coming together. Might post one chapter soon, but the next few need more attention. Still hoping to build a proper buffer, but it's a slow process.

-> I... think I'm going to take the plunge and commit to dropdown chapter warnings for Origin and Knots, the way I do for my MCYT multi-chapters :'D Will this be exhausting and require a lot of rereading? Yeah, but it makes me feel less self-conscious (and it helps me quickly check each chapter to confirm I know what's in it). So... That'll be going on in the background, but expect it to take a while. It will not be fast.

-> Next chapter gets a standalone E-rated version, like we did for "Cageflight" back in the day. As previously stated, Frayed Knots maintains it's T and/or mild M rating despite now being classified as Not Rated; E-rated content will always be posted separately. And this one's pretty intense, so prepare emotionally before reading.

/whispers loudly - It's the big "raised in a culture where sex is done for ceremony" vs. "longing for passion and ready to ask for it" clash we've been waiting for... I finally am happy with my blocks for this scene. Just pulling it all together. It feels SO FUN to finally write the ceremonial bits of their culture as a proper ceremony explored onscreen. It's always been hypothetical... sdfljksdflkj...

This chapter is called "House of Cards." The standalone will be titled the same, and these are the AO3 series that will get the email notification:

Rainbow Train -> Not in the 130 Prompts

Red Train -> Suggestive / explicit

Orange Train -> High fantasy (Deep-dive into Anti-Fairy culture)

Subscribe or ignore at your preference, but there's your heads up. And obligatory reminder that this is a 'fic about a protagonist who has hypersexuality and we explore that more now that he's an adult than in the earlier chapters when he was younger.

Anti-Cosmo being hypersexual, bipolar, pan, AND ace, AND carrying trauma from a past life, and VERY confused about attraction, you will always be famous to me <3

As we know, Origin of the Pixies is all the way up to the war chapters, so it's on hiatus until Knots catches up. From there, we'll alternate between H.P. and Anti-Cosmo POVs through the war! Very exciting.

Knots still has to get Anti-Cosmo through his first meeting with Cosmo (who still has to hit Wanda with his car in line with "Cosmonopoly"), then through godparenting schooling & into a high rank in Anti-Fairy World (in line with his appearance in the truce flashback of "Balance of Flour"), but we're getting close!!

Also as previously stated, I might get around to posting some sensual / sexual stuff for FOP that I wrote as character studies and warm-ups back in the day, but...

I cannot emphasize enough that these delve into really heavy topics like consent violations, setting up a plot about being underage and desperate that will later crash and burn, and sexual trauma, and they're not necessarily sexy or fun to read, so just... [obligatory I Write Trauma & Morally Gray Characters In 'Fics For The Show About Trauma & Morally Gray Characters reminder].

But I do think there's really interesting stuff in here in terms of character studies and I wouldn't mind having them available, if for no other reason than because I've lost them multiple times and would enjoy having a place to find them.

-> Those all go in Red Train and Rainbow Train. Again, subscribe or ignore at your preference. They are not part of the 130 Prompts (which are strictly G and T works).

-> These are certainly not necessary reads in order to "keep up with what's happening" to the characters. Anything you need to know for their plot arcs is in their G and T stories. This is just bonus stuff for people who're interested in... The Horrors.

That's all I have to say for now! Thanks for reading!

Doodles for the upcoming Dog's Life Chapter 41 and/or 42 depending on where I cut it

Mild spoilers depending on how good you are at deciphering these out of context:

[galpalaven]

wip wednesday

It’s been getting hard to find alone time now that Saoirse is a real part of the team. It wasn’t something he’d really thought much about, at first. They hadn’t been busy for a while, what with tracking Murphy from one end of this god-forsaken planet to the other, so he’d forgotten what it was like to get missions regularly. Of course, Saoirse takes it all in stride, brown eyes glimmering and eager with the temptation of new information with every new mission they get assigned. More often than not, she can be found camped out in the library in her down time, making her way through Nate’s fuck-off huge collection of books from the dawn of time. He doesn’t find her there this weekend, though. Today, she’s curled up on her bed, wrapped up in a soft throw blanket, watching a movie on a laptop set up on the end of the bed.  Mason almost feels the urge to leave when he pokes his head in after she called for him to come in — something about the domesticity of her sitting on her bed in her pajamas with the summer rain beating against the window by her head feels… private. It feels private and he feels like an intruder for half a heartbeat. And then she grins that fucking grin that makes his stomach flip with excitement, so happy to see him that her entire face has lit up, and that thought dissolves into the air like smoke.  “Hey, sweetheart,” he says, leaning on the door as he closes it behind him. “You busy?” Saoirse shakes her head. “No. Just taking advantage of my day off. I haven’t been able to unwind in a while.” Mason nods, eyes drawn to the laptop as the characters in whatever movie she’s watching start screaming bloody murder. It makes him smirk a little — of course she’s into horror movies. Why wouldn’t she, with her non-reaction to finding out that vampires are real? “You want me to leave?” “What? No!” Mason smirks as her eyes widen and she sits up, one hand reaching toward him as if to stop him (despite the fact that he hadn’t moved). “No, I — I haven’t seen you much lately outside of missions. Stay. Please.” Raising an eyebrow, Mason lets his head tip back a bit as he pushes off from the door, languidly closing the distance between them. Her eyes dilate as she watches him get closer, heart picking up speed. The temperature of the room starts to rise as Mason rests a hand on the headboard, leaning over her, letting his gaze drag across her features. There’s an openness about the way she looks at him when they’re alone like this that’s intoxicating, and he smirks down at her when she bites at her lower lip with anticipation. “And how much of me are you wanting to see?” he purrs, excitement stirring in his chest at the way she squirms on the mattress, eyes dropping to his lips. Her smile softens just a touch, dark eyes coming back to his as she says, “I always want to see as much of you as you want me to see. Though, I do have my goals.” He snorts. “Goals?” Saoirse nods, grinning as one hand settles high on one of his thighs. “Someday, I’m gonna know exactly how many freckles you have and I’ll be able to draw them from memory.” She pushes herself into a sitting position, shifting until she’s sitting on her knees, sliding her hands up his chest until she can wrap them around his shoulders. “It’s like mapping the stars. I want to draw constellations on your skin.” Mason’s heart stutters in his chest, breath hitching as she saves him from struggling for something to say by sinking her lips into his. She kisses him softly, fingers sliding through his hair.

writing some fluff in between working on the first chapter of my rewrite ;w;

[gilgamish]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @tallmatcha and @kookaburra1701 for tagging me 💖

(From the same fic as last week’s WIP) Summary: After a near-death experience in the Great War, Theryssa, scarred and battered, decides to finally live as herself, but when the Emperor asks that she serve as the Imperial Battlemage, head of the Elder Council, an old friend from her adventuring party drops by with a very strange request. 

Word Count: 746

On a drizzly Second Seed noon, somewhere in a chateau on the cusp of the Dragontail mountains, Theryssa of Alcaire received her promotion to High Chancellor of the Elder Council, and responded by going straight back to bed. 

The rain fell harder now with a murmur of summer’s thunder. She marveled again at the shape of her hands, at how soft they were becoming, how small. Just the other day out of curiosity, she tried putting on one of her old gauntlets again, and it slipped right off, clattering to the floor as if a child was fleeing from a stranger. On days like these, she still thrived off that delight. She had to. 

Wincing her eyes shut, she broke out into a cold sweat. Her abdomen felt alive like a parasite was there twisting, pinching, and pulling all the muscle and skin and scar tissue it could find. Her guts writhed, as though remembering that time they had come out once. They were like little eels, gleefully trying to flee outside of her abdominal cavity, but there hadn’t been any pain then, not even as she pushed them back inside. That came later. A year and a half later, her body still remembered the spear that lanced through it, and on days like these, it thrashed and screamed.

Silver lights filtered through the pale drapes; rain pelted against the window panes. The Emperor’s note on the vanity would rot with the other letters on her desk, and she would stay here in the safe, miserable dark. 

That was, until someone knocked on the door. 

Theryssa turned her back to the door, nestling deeper into the sheets, but not getting any warmer in damp bed clothes. Cold silk kissed her skin. One of the scullery maids had the wrong room. Must be. Her steward, Yorric, wouldn’t permit even the Emperor to see her now. But then, there was another knock on the door, and the knob turned, unlocking without a key. She startled upright. 

“Thaussarel,” rasped a familiar voice. Dynvalas Fels, formerly of House Telvanni, swept into the room. His glamor taken off, vampiric eyes gave him away, as did his robes— a delicate, tasteful combination of dark finery and ebony metal. He looked the part of a courtier and wizard in one. 

“It’s Theryssa now.” 

“Theryssa.” The door slid shut, blocking out the light from the hall. Dynvalas’s eyes glowed like coals in the dark. “My dear, you’re better at being a vampire than I am, hiding here in the dark, all by your lonesome.” He lit the storm candles by her window. Theryssa leaned back against the small mountain of pillows on her bed. Dynval stopped by her desk that was buried underneath its stack of unopened letters. “Ah, so that’s where my letters have been going.” He held up one of the many unopened envelopes, then dropped it back into the pile. 

“You’re here now.” 

“I heard frightful things about your injury. I had no idea if you were still alive, but news of your death never reached me. You never wrote me back. I got worried.” 

“Cyrodiil’s been under duress of late. I imagine the couriers couldn’t reach you anyway. ” Which didn’t even begin to touch the absolute calamity that was the province: cities scorched and plundered, villages wiped off the map, and countless other settlements crushed underneath the heel of the Aldmeri Dominion. Still, Theryssa hadn’t a mind past the fog of pain that clogged her every other thought. Of all the cruelties that Titus could have handed her, marching an emissary up here, throwing this appointment into her lap, demanding she mend a broken, bleeding empire was the worst. Though, her pride wouldn’t let her admit it. 

“Indeed it has,” he said amiably, standing by the nearest window. Theryssa longed to join him. She winced, her side springing up with another jolt of pain, and it tingled from her hips to her feet. She sank back into the one other, most tolerable position she could sit in. 

“Please sit.”  Theyrssa gestured at the space on her bed. With that, he stiffly sat on the side of her bed. She said, “Do you see now?” The front of her robe was open, revealing a swathe of her chest, her stomach. Even that small sliver of skin was marked by the deep, sunken scars, and the rest of those scars were raised, angry, twisted flesh. Only tiny patches of smooth, golden skin remained.

[gregorygerwitz]

you know i had to order catering at work for a staff meeting yesterday, and i didn't know until it came that they just used a doordash delivery person for catering, not their own dedicated catering delivery. so this poor guy showed up carrying 4 big boxes of catering, stacked up past his head, all by himself. i felt terrible and wish i had tipped him even more! (but i didn't have any cash and he also literally ran away lol, because he was double parked)

anyway your poll and last ask got me thinking, do they tell you the size of the order with doordash. like did this guy know what was waiting for him when he picked up the order?

(sorry i have a couple friends who work uber but no doordash so you are my source 😊)

No problem at all!

I actually like explaining things like this, especially because so few people know how this works if they aren’t actively delivering for these services. And they’re all different! I used to drive for Postmates, before Uber bought them, and their formula for pay was GARBAGE - I regularly made ~$5 per order INCLUDING TIP back then.

DoorDash is so much better, in that respect. I actually took screenshots of a stack I did this morning (no personal information/map/anything is included, I cropped them), to give a better demonstration of what, exactly, we see.

Firstly, in the context of what all is in the order - no, we don’t see it beforehand. That’s how I ended up getting a catering order last Wednesday, actually! I get in the habit of taking ANY order offered to me, because money is money and I need every penny right now. And I delivered 5 bags + drinks to a call center for someone who bought lunch for their entire floor - and it was a lot but that’s the order I ran into a friend from elementary school during, and they left a good tip.

We get this - where the pickup(s) is/are, an appropriate distance we’ll drive and time it will take, as well as the delivery deadline for the last drop off. That’s it. We get a map that shows where things are relative to the pickups, but that’s hard to really look at in the 30 seconds we have to accept the delivery.

Then we don’t get told how much we get paid, or how much people tip, until after we finish the delivery/stack.

This screen breaks down how much I’m getting paid, and from where. So, if this rate was consistent, I’d be making ~$21/hr, but that math only checks out if I consistently have orders or stacks, and if people tip.

That $10.76 is only a fraction of the $65 I’ve made so far today (and this is a Good Day), but even those little $2 tips really add up!