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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: thisapplepielife! @thisapplepielife has 37 works posted to AO3 in the Stranger Things fandom and 24 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @thisapplepielife:

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind

Take the Money and Run

You Oughta Know

Never Not Mine

Let the Boy Be Merry

"They are my favorite Corroded Coffin writer. I found by accident their fic “Tuesday's Gone With the Wind” and loved everything they wrote since!" -- Anonymous

Below the cut, @thisapplepielife answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Steve Harrington. I found myself not connecting with S4 when it premiered, and decided that I probably just needed to rewatch the other three seasons again first, since it'd been a while between seasons. Well, Steve was always my favorite, but I left that re-watch with his voice fully lodged in my brain. So, I had to write something for him, just for myself. That was You Oughta Know. We all knew Eddie identified as a runner, and that just felt like the story to tell. Then somehow, for some unknown reason that I still cannot possibly explain, I decided to actually post it. I still don't know what possessed me to do that, honestly.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I love a good second chance fic: A divorced couple that eventually rekindles. A missed first chance that they get to take another crack at, later in life. I also like a good heartbreaker of a fic. I know, I know. Don't get me wrong, I still love happy endings, but I don't require them. Break my heart. Do it.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Slice of life? Is that considered a trope? I know I like to write about things we all deal with in real life, from the small and inconsequential: a mattress with a bad spring. The delight of clean sheets. Or the bigger: the real life heartbreak of unavoidable loss and grief.  And older Steddie is my favorite, I think. I love to spend time writing for them. These boys that turned into men, who made a full life together, and it's great. Maybe not perfect. But they wouldn't trade it for the world. That makes me happiest.

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting by badpancake is the one I think of that grabbed me first, and did not let go. I still need to read the final part of the trilogy! My fic TBR is so, so long because I definitely struggle with writing and reading at the same time. I know there is amazing work out there that I've just never read yet. But I look forward to it, absolutely. It's just something I've never figured out how to manage well. Joining Tumblr has helped that immensely, though! Reading the shorter fics here has been wonderful, and I've enjoyed it so much. There are amazing things being posted every single day! And I gotta say that don't start (too late) by Ark is one of the best "first time" fics I've ever read in any fandom. Eddie's inner voice is wonderful. I believe every word he thinks while he experiences this brand new thing with Steve.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

It's not brand new to me, but there's a found family one that I've been tinkering with for a very long time, and that excites me.  And I do love events for tossing me situations or prompts to write for that I may not have thought of, independently. @steddiemicrofic especially has been so, so fun. I think it was the very first event I wrote for on Tumblr, and the challenge of having a very limited amount of words, but still trying to make it feel like a whole story has been told, has been a blast. Thanks to @wynnyfryd and @steddieas-shegoes for challenging us all each month!

What is your writing process like?

I don't outline or anything. I just write, and edit, as I go. And I'll edit obsessively. I'll tweak and change small things over and over, ad nauseam. And even then, I know I still miss mistakes. But my mistakes are my own, I have no beta, because I kind of like being solely responsible for anything I write. Right or wrong. Here it is, take it or leave it. I also talk things through things in my own head a lot, especially dialogue, or I'll open a document, and just see where that takes me. And if I'm writing a long fic, like Tuesday's, I write totally out of order when scenes come to me. I wrote on every single year of that fic all at once. Then kept writing until they'd stitched themselves together into a full story. That's my last part of writing. Putting in the transitions from one scene to the next, when needed.  Sometimes ideas are more fully formed before I start putting words to the page, and other times I literally just start and figure it out as I go. There's one fic I wrote for Steddiemas last year where I sat Steve down at a mall food court and then just started writing. I had no idea what that was going to be. (It was Eddie turning up as the Mall Santa.)  Also: Research, research, research. I love the research aspect of writing. I'm curious in general, and if I can even think to look something up to see if it's true, or of the right time period, I will. And I like to add mixed media to my fics. That was a huge part of Take the Money & Tuesday's. All the newspaper articles and such. I felt like they were needed to make it feel like this really happened to these characters we all love so much. I did newspaper articles all throughout writing Tuesday's. In fact, I think that main article, the one at the top, was written and designed very early on in the writing process. They weren't all done at the end, they were done as the story needed them.

Do you have any writing quirks?

Short paragraphs. I love 'em. You'll pry them from my cold, dead fingers. Also see: Long sentences.  Honestly, I do like to throw out the rules, a bit. I write by feel. How does it sound, to my own ear? If it works, for my character, my fic or just me in general, I'll use it. "Don't use two "ands" in a sentence." Okay, but sometimes I'm gonna when that flows the best. Or: "That's a run-on." Okay, but I like the way it reads. "You don't need a comma there." But, I like the way that it breathes, so it's getting one. All this is especially true if writing from someone's POV. I know I don't always think in proper grammar, and I don't expect them to either. I don't want things to feel hard to read, but I do want them to feel natural. If that makes sense. I walk around, pacing as I write or edit on my phone, as if the moving somehow lets me see it differently. I think it does! And I don't know if this is a quirk, but some of the characterizations formed while writing Tuesday's have stuck, hard. Gareth is Gareth Jones, and where you find him, you'll probably find Di. Freak is Goodie. Jeff is Jeff Williams. These things have been decided in my brain, and now I feel compelled to take them with me, fic-to-fic. I didn't intend to build a headcanon I wouldn't be able to shake, but here we are.  I feel like I can transplant Steve and Eddie anywhere, into anything, and be comfortable changing things up. But the Corroded Coffin boys are cemented, as they were created, for the most part. Maybe that's because I did have to do so much shaping for them. Steve and Eddie, we know. We're all working off a decent amount of canon content. Corroded Coffin only had a few moments on screen to help flesh any of us flesh them out into real characters. And now that I've made my choices, for good or bad, they're here to stay.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Finished, definitely. My three long fics were all mostly written before I started posting, and I still struggled to get the last part of All of Across the Universe out in a timely fashion. Tuesday's was posted over one week, one chapter per day, and I really enjoyed that fast schedule. It didn't give me any extra time to overthink the finished product. It was going out, and that was that. I had to trust that I knew what I was doing when I deemed it finished.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Tuesday's Gone With the Wind. I truly thought I was done after Take the Money and Run. And then this idea slapped me in the face, and I spent five months just lost in their world. These versions of the characters came so naturally, and they are still with me today. I feel like most of what I've written since then is shaped by those versions. Also, that was the last fic I wrote without anything else coming down the pipe. The last one before I joined Tumblr. The last one that had my full, and utter, undivided attention. It's really special to me, and I'm beyond grateful to everyone that has embraced it and recommended it to friends. I know it's got some scary warnings, but for those that have dove in and let me know that it spoke to you in some way, you've made me so happy. It spoke to me, too.

How did you get the idea for Tuesday's Gone With the Wind?

By watching the documentary "If I Leave Here Tomorrow" about the band Lynyrd Skynyrd. As I was watching it, there was an interview section where one of the band members spoke about their assistant road manager, saying: "He was like a bartender roadie. Where he took care of us really good, you know? Anybody who was sick, or needed a little more attention, he was just there for you. He was like the big brother, and sister, and your mama and everything." My brain whispered, Steve Harrington.  And that was that. Corroded Coffin were going to get Road Manager Steve Harrington, and he was gonna take care of them as they headed towards this unavoidable disaster. I wrote like 5k words the first night. It was just in there, waiting to spill out, somehow. And I think it's also an anomaly for me, but I'm fairly certain I started that fic with what turned out to be the opening. That first bit of Eddie's first interview section. I think that's where I started telling the story, and it held throughout. That's pretty rare for me. (Fun fact: I wrote all the interview bits in a separate document, and then just fit and tweaked them into the story, as needed. But not that opening. That was the launch pad into everything else.)

When writing Tuesday's Gone With the Wind, what was something you didn’t expect?

It's not exactly a Steddie answer, but - Gareth! Gareth Jones, my beloved. I wasn't on Tumblr when I wrote Tuesday's or any other social media in a fandom way. I was in my own bubble, doing my own thing. So, I didn't know the fandom had given him a fanon surname. I chose my own, and now he's just Gareth Jones to me, and always will be. He's also Eddie's best friend. I've pondered on more than one occasion on if Take the Money and Run would be different if I knew that first, lol. Just exploring my version of a character that had so little screen time to work off was incredibly fun. And has remained fun. Gareth is definitely gonna show up again in my future works. He's to Eddie, as Robin is to Steve in my head now and forevermore.

What inspired Take the Money and Run?

These lyrics from the song "Me and Paul" by Willie Nelson: Almost busted in Laredo But for reasons that I'd rather not disclose But if you're staying in a motel there and leave Just don't leave nothing in your clothes I had a literal shower thought that made me laugh. And thought, well, why are they even in a motel? Oh, they must be on a road trip. So, I wrote that little scene mainly in my head, but jotted it down, just in case, and assumed that was the end of it. But then I just kept writing it. Until I was knee deep in maps and mileage and research trying to figure this road trip out from a logistics standpoint. All because I thought it'd be funny if Eddie left weed in his pants and Steve got all put upon because of it.

What was your favorite part to write from You Oughta Know?

I loved getting to include all the fun 90s things, since that's when I was a teen, and can remember a lot of it very distinctly, first-hand. And I loved getting to use El's powers to look in on Eddie, so while they might not know where he is, they did know that he seemed to be doing okay out there in the world. Also, if I could go back and change one thing about it, I'd fix that I said Eddie's never had an acoustic guitar. I didn't notice his acoustic in his room until my re-watch. Oh well. This version of Eddie didn't, I guess, lol. (This might be from the second part, Eddie's POV. But still. It's my Roman Empire. I think of this mistake at least once a week and beat myself up. If I'd been on Tumblr at the time, I feel this would have never happened, because someone would have blogged about it, drawing my attention to it, surely.)

How do/did you feel writing Never Not Mine?

This one is heavily inspired by the Taylor Swift song imgonnagetyouback. It was fun to dig into a slightly angstier world for a bit. Because things don't always work out, or if they do, not always the first time around. I like to think they'll find each other again, in any universe, but they might not take the easiest path. They aren't perfect, and that's realistic.

What was the most difficult part of writing Let the Boy Be Merry?

Crying while writing it. This one slapped me around a little while writing. Life isn't always as romantic as fic leads us all to believe which, the audacity, honestly, lol, but the kind of love and relationship in this fic? That feels real to me. Old, and familiar, and even as well as you know a person, you can't read their mind. You don't always get what the other needs immediately, you don't get how important things can be to them, but figuring out how to compromise is love. Real, lasting love.

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

This question was hard! I'm gonna pick two from Tuesday's: For the first, I cried while writing and then cried again while editing the scene where Eddie and Steve hash out how serious their relationship is, and realize they've kind of been on different pages. There are two scenes in Tuesday's that got to me, and made me cry while writing them, over and over, and I don't even know why. (The other is Gareth picking that fight with Steve. Yeah, yeah, I know. Neither of these parts are the saddest parts of Tuesday's. But they stripped me raw, for whatever reason.) And a second, more fun, favorite: I'm gonna go with the scene where Eddie's naked and tripping on mushrooms in the backyard while Steve hangs out with him, and Eddie thinks they've written "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. That was so fun, and just a feel good write, if that makes sense. That whole summer they spent at the lake I look back on writing fondly. They are so in love there. They are all happy. And this scene is carefree in a way that they won't always be, due to circumstances coming down the pipe.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I run @corrodedcoffinfest and I've got a whole list of planned pop-up events coming up over the next few months for that. Steddie is absolutely welcome, so if anyone would like a little more Corroded Coffin works in their life, consider coming to join us! I also finally updated my masterlist, so everything I've written for Stranger Things is finally gathered together. There's a lot that's still only on Tumblr and not on Ao3 at this point.

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

Thanks so much for including me and my works in this! And to the person who nominated me, thank you, thank you! You really made my day. It was fun to think about these fics again, and answer these questions. I've really enjoyed writing for Steddie, and I've also enjoyed making friends in the fandom. Thanks for welcoming me. Thanks for showing my fics love, and commenting or leaving kudos or reblogging. Just, thank you all so much. And I'm sorry if these answers were too long, lol. As a habitual "end notes" kind of writer, that's just the way I roll. 

Thank you to our author, @thisapplepielife, and our anonymous nominator! See more of thisapplepielife's works featured on our page throughout the day!

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[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #6283:

The problem with OP and that one reblogger in 766316347333427200 is that they resort to claiming misogyny for everything even remotely negative regarding female characters. You can't just dislike a female character in any manner, it has to because of misogyny. There is no other reason in their minds, it's because you hate women.

Are there fans that hate female characters because they are female characters? Yes, of course. As there are fans who hate male characters because they are male characters. They exist. There are assholes of every kind. For every post of someone shitting on a female character there is one of a male character. There are asshole fans in every single fandom. That is an undeniable fact.

Yet, whenever certain individuals like OP are faced with the fact that not everything is done out of malice, they clutch onto their safety blankets and screech "No! It is because of misogyny! It's everywhere! You're too stupid to see it!"

There is also this sense of entitlement whenever it comes to these people who always scream misogyny. They demand fans to stop writing about the male characters they do like to instead write about the female characters. The only way to prove you're not suffering from internal misogyny is to write about the characters they want you to write. Isn't that something?

And internalized misogyny is such a patronizing and degrading insult. It's virtually saying, "You're too stupid to know how sexist you really are, fortunately for you I know, so listen to everything I say to stop being so sexist!" No one is more sexist to female fans than those who go around spewing this kind of rhetoric.

As for there not being rules for female characters? Are you absolutely kidding me? In the writing advice tag, there are numerous posts about how to write supposedly good female characters, and each of them more restrictive and frankly misogynistic than the last. The blogger of that ask themselves listed of several rules of what not to write them as unironically.

OP and those who think like them need to stop calling large swarths of female fans sexists because we don't want to play with the same dolls they do.

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

Here is the linked ask.

[fiyaerrigan]

re: BuckTommy 8x06 and the Interviews

First point: I hesitate to say Oliver's response was biphobic

We don't know the man??? He could literally be bisexual (and guess what, it would be none of our damn business!) But within the context of "he has said he wanted change for his character and what he says in this recent interview directly contradicts that" I do have my gripes.

Second point: To me, the execution of this sucked.

Normally (as a resident Messy Bitch who likes seeing shit in her Complicated Fucked Up Life reflected in media) I live for drama and I live for narratives taking me wherever the wind takes them! but there was something so BLUNT and RAW about this that i cannot feel settled or satisfied with it (esp taking into account that, as noted before, this is a direct contradiction of what people IN the show have said they wanted for Buck) because it was SUCH a tonal shift from where they left off the previous episode.

I try to be gracious and remind myself that network TV has to deal with sudden changes that affect the way they go forward with planned storylines, but this was kinda ass, right down to the wire.

Assuming that it WASN'T a sudden change and that this *was* how they wanted everything to wrap up, I feel like it really could have been written with more consideration. It's one thing to pick up from where s7 left off and have their relationship in s8 be something along the lines of “we keep trying but it isnt working out” and then culminate in a breakup, but it's another entirely to break them up and...

Have Tommy's character interactions *still* be intertwined with Eddie (when it would have been more of a soft exit thing to treat Eddie's friendship in the same "implied presence" way they do with Hen and Chim rather than giving them scenes where Tommy and Eddie interact directly) as recently as the previous episode. Like at that point you've established an additional relationship for the guest character to have with the main cast, and given that relationship more recent screentime than any of his previous friendships, which THEN makes his departure have multiple fallouts to address

Have Buck be on the verge of a momentous confession when said breakup happens, because GOD that just hurts

From a writing perspective, you're leaving loose ends that are (imo) not going to really lead viewers to sit well with the story going forward?

On a personal level, even if (by some miracle) we still end up with Buck in a queer relationship despite the looming storm for LGBT media in the US, I'm probably not gonna be able to look at whatever relationship happens after this without feeling some sort of sting. I'm all for writers planning out stuff to happen in advance, but they could have spelled out the end for Buck and Tommy in SO MANY ways that would have been less bitter.

Like, fuck. Even if it WAS a sudden change, there are ways that this COULD have worked decently even *with* a single episode to wrap up the BT relationship.

You could have Put Tommy On A Bus for [insert serious reason that Buck can't argue with] here and that (at the very least) would soften the blow bc at least the loose ends are explained by "oh, *no one* who's close with this character is able to interact with them" and that would have hurt slightly less?

You could have killed Tommy off and that would have been INFINITELY better than this IMO because at least sudden death seems more realistic an ending (as far as the weewooverse is concerned) compared to "these two characters break up but somehow we're supposed to forget that he's also friends w his ex's bff and there are Ramifications (tm)."

Hell, I'm not big on Buddie but it could have brought Eddie and Buck closer via grief bonding, if that's what the writers wanted? idefk.

Overall, this Sucks.

I'm gonna try to stop looking at my weewoo tags for the time being and focus on stuff that brings me joy (like content from old fandoms where I Haven't Been Hurt Yet lol) and spend some time away from the show for a bit.

Honestly, for me, s8's main sticking points were the BT relationship and whatever the fuck those two had going on with Eddie. My personal sticking points for the entire series (found family vs. blood family juxtaposition, breaking the cycle, and group hijinks) don't seem to be the focus in s8 thus far so I'm not too keen on watching the show as intensely as I have been, going forward. Hit me up if they bring Chris back or if the 8x06 interviews are smoke and mirrors (though I don't think they are) but otherwise I'm gonna go back to weewoo-ing through dashboard osmosis.

I still have BT and weewoo plotbunnies in my drafts, and I don't see myself abandoning those completely! I think, after some time, I see myself coming back to that creative space, even if I'm not following canon super closely. Of course, my ass never finishes anything, so whether I finish and post those WIPS is another thing entirely.

Peace out, friends?

[cardinalcanis]

Not this time

Summary: Elric and Lion meet again after being apart fighting across Imperium Nihilus, the distance and time making them crave each other more than anything.

TW: smut, fluff, yes I joined the breeding kink gang, ftm character,

Word count: 3009

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@sinistermojo @beckyninja @justallll

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“Easy with those hands Big Guy, you do not want to jank my hearing implant out again.” Joked Elric as Lion’s calloused hand had pulled him closer, his growing arousal demanding more of the cadian’s skin to make contact with his. “Maybe that’s what you want, if I can’t hear you I can’t be told to stop.”

There was a time when the colonel wouldn’t have lowered his guard half a second inside that strange forest world Johnson could travel through. But there they were, naked under void kissed canopies. 

“No answer to that?” he teased again, only receiving a pretending to be oblivious grunt from Lion. 

His Big Guy liked to keep secrets, but the primarch’s body was such a talker and Elric loved conversing with it for hours. The Lion was laying on his back, a landscape of blonde hair carpeted his muscular body just as the grass did the ground beneath him. Elric was straddled over one of Lion’s thick thighs and now being dragged to rest his full body over Johnson’s while he continued fingering Lion El’s hairy hungry cunt. 

The sound of the man’s wetness threatened to overshadow the nearby stream’s, coating his buttocks and shaky thighs. Elric observed Lion’s chest expand as his breath deepened, an excited nipple right at the perfect height to be taken into his mouth, throne it would be an act of heresy not to dig his face and suck on those godly pecs. His teeth biting into the pale skin made Lion’s hole tighten around his fingers, making Elric increase the intensity in which he assaulted the growing tender spot inside Lion. On the outside he kept his thumb massaging the swollen clit, already overstimulated from having been driven to climax several times already. 

“Soldier… ahh… Elric…” fuck, it had been six months since last time they saw each other, how much he missed having his name being grunted and moaned by the primarch. Yet Lion was trying to keep restrain.

“Such chaste sounds still, what do your other lips say?” Lion had started to rock his hips along Elric’s fingers, helping to finger fuck himself and full on grinding his clit on the soldier’s palm. “Look at that, your mouth needs to learn from them.” He teased the wanting giant. 

“Soldier I… I think I need to pee.” The First said, making Habermas smirk as if chaos had possessed him. 

“No, you are not peeing yourself.” He would have caressed Lion’s hair reassuringly, but his left arm was trapped with the primarch’s touch starved need to have him held close. 

“I know when I’m… ah…” 

Elric felt the man tense under him, fighting the new unknown feeling, wrestling the natural reaction to keep rocking his hips along Elric’s fingers. The Colonel in response increased the intensity once again, making a weak whimper emerge from Lion’s unwilling mouth. 

“Big Guy, Big Guy, focus on me.” 

As if it was that easy, Elric himself struggled not to ram himself inside such a perfect cunt. Fuck how easily he could slip in now with how wet it was, it would stand no opposition and welcome his cock in its warmth. He had begun to instinctively hump Lion’s thigh as he failed to control his own arousal. Many men would have seen being the first to claim Lion as a source of honor and pride, Elric found that fetishization as a way to hide lack of skill and insecurity, in fact it filled him with rage knowing that said beauty has been left unworshiped and unfed for so long, not because Lion’s desire to be so but the insecurity he would lose something that would make him less valuable as a partner. 

He kept the pace despite Lion’s stubborn pleas, he had stood shooting non stop for days, there is no way he would allow his arm to falter in this battle of will. 

“Big Guy please, relax for me, it is not a bad feeling.”

The man’s stomach and leg muscles began to twitch, a familiar sting of nails drawing blood kissed Elric’s back as Lion’s grip possessed him. At least after one broken rib he has learned to measure his lust directed strength. 

Forest green eyes met warp cursed purple in a plea for release, the pale face was flustered, aroused red lips parted into a moan that was a bit higher and nasal than the normal deep commanding voice. Vulnerable and exposed as that quivering pussy spread like a flower ready for his picking. 

“Soldier… I am going to… but I am peeing.” whimpered Lion in a weak attempt to look like he was still under control.

“It is not pee, relax and let it happen.” He answered in a soothing tone almost being swallowed by the intense lewd rhythm of fingers ravaging a cunt lost in lascivious desire. “When you feel it coming, I need you to push a bit, not too hard, just as if you know, were going to pee. Trust me.”

A sober Lion would have found twenty mistakes in that argument already, but this wasn’t him, the stern giant was downed and unshielded. Elric took pride, as any cadian shock trooper would, in his job at taking down beings that dwarfed him in size. His people’s blood had been tempered by generations by the Eye of Terror, nothing no matter its size could break him, it would be brought to surrender. Be it fuck up the daemon prince or fuck a stubborn primarch, they will break before he does or die trying. 

The force of spasms became stronger, remaining firm on top of Lion was similar to riding an untamed wild beast. 

“Remember what I told you, okay? Now Big Guy cum for me, your brave Soldier is back home between your legs, give him the hero's welcome only you can.” 

The struggle finally broke, the giant’s body surrendered to one single purpose: the pressing sensation between its legs. Desperately grinding on and driving Elric’s fingers deeper, harder. The orgasm came with a long shaky moan followed by a stream of liquid running between the colonel’s fingers. He pressed on no matter how hard Lion buckled and twisted, calling for the rain two more times before the primarch yanked his hand away. 

His Big Man howled and panted, rolling to the side to wrap his body around Elric’s like a child in fetal position. Face nuzzled on his neck as a soft wimpey purr accompanied every exhalation.  

“You should have told me the fuck you were going to do.” 

“Complaining? This fast? And I thought I had done a good job.” he teased before capturing the man’s lips with his, that mouth still tasted like Elric’s own cock and cum from earlier, in exchange Lion could enjoy the flavor of his very slick on his. “Big Guy, it’s been so long…” 

“I missed this too.” Lion kissed him again in the lead of lifting Elric up with ease and setting him up on a sitting position, back resting on the nearby tree. “And this even more.” He continued getting over Habermas’ lap, legs supportorting on both sides, controlling the weight so he is not crushed. 

What a beautiful sight, being almost killed by orcs was worth every second if it meant getting back to this. Johnson rubbed his drenched sex against Elric’s aching shaft; he wished he had bigger hands so he could squeeze more of Lion’s ass in them. Even at the outside he could feel the cunt still twitching in post orgasm spasms, he needed to be inside before he’s driven insane. His thoughts seemed to have been read as the tip of his dick parted the entrance open. 

“No, Lion El’, wait…” it took so much of him not to stretch that hole open in one thrust. Elric tried to move and get a hold of his casted away pants. “The cond…”

“No.” Lion’s tone was stern, demanding, and in its depth a masked desperation. “I want… “ he paused, ever so proud to admit what he truly ached for. “I need you raw.” The desperation bled more through the facade. 

“Alright, just be ready so I can pull out in time you wouldn’t want to…” 

“I WANT TO!” His words were more of a plea than an order, that tone hurted Lion’s pride to use “Elric, my Soldier…”

Gently, he brushed Lion’s pale gold hair strands away from his face and behind and ear. Having a full view of his shameful expression. The primarch responded with the same gentleness when he took hold of both of Elric’s hands and placed the palms over his lower belly.  

“Lion, my Big Guy.” This face was new, sex always made the cold and calculating Lion a bit dumb, but the new development was very entertaining.

“It has lurked on the edges of my mind for a while, distant and passing quickly… ah…” Lion was getting back to the composed leader tone, nothing the painfully slow caress over his clit wouldn’t fix.

“You were saying?” In contrast to the Lion, Elric’s tone wasn’t hiding his intentions. 

“These six months… mhmm…” a deep moan  right from his center intruded him mid sentence. “It has moved to the front, Elric… ah…” his body arched at the constant touch and the rubbing of the wanted dick across his cunt. “No matter what I shove in me… shit… you damned clown, you get what I want, do it or I will… ah…” he barked with his usual temper before surrendering back to the feeling. 

“I’m sorry my Lord Lion, your orders are too vague, I need specifics.” He tilted his head to the side and pushed the hair away so Lion could see him clearly lower the hearing implant’s sensitivity. “And I think you pulled me a bit too hard, you’ll have to say it louder, shit’s failing again.” 

Lion closed his eyes and sucked his lips followed by a heavy swallow. Large pale hands followed the contours of his chest upwards, then cradling Elric’s face, it fit just right in one of them. Lion El’Johnson was found mute helpless, biting his lower lips while teary eyed. 

“Tell me what you want and it's yours. I live to serve you, Big Guy.” There was no sarcastic flavor to the words, it was loving and understanding, maybe he had pushed too hard knowing how bad Lion is with vulnerable feelings. 

With the care someone picks up a glass piece, Lion turned the implant’s sensitivity back up, his gaze lingering on Elric’s eyes. 

“My sons already call you father, I want to make you one proper.” Elric felt how Jonson pressed his hips harder. “You’ve made love to me, you’ve fucked me… I need you to breed me.” 

“Lion” They’ve had this discussion briefly before, the responsibilities of their lives, the constant danger… they had decided not to take the risk. And yet Lion El’s plea triggered something in him. “Are you sure we are in the right state of mind for this discu… Ah… throne…”

The primarch’s hips became more pressing on their demand, their rock abandoning the gentleness they had been keeping. 

“You don’t get it, I’ve finger fucked myself to tears of frustration these last months…” his voice was fully broken and meek, almost a whisper “every cell of my body is screaming, I cannot discuss in another state of mind because I am unable to get out of this one until you pump my womb��”

Elric was right, that sweet sweet cunt presented no opposition to him. It welcomed him between its silken walls with such ease, even the thickest part of his cock that used to be a bit of a problem got in during that same thrust. Emperor, why did you make your son’s pussy so divine? Lion was also over the moon at his first taste of raw dick. He didn't remember him riding with such delight and intention, Elric smirked as he considered that the great strategist had planned and practiced for the moment he could drain him dry. 

“Soldier… my soldier…” Lion’s body didn’t lie to him, he’s been wanting this for so long that now he has it, there is nothing more than a pure display of euphoria “I love you soldier… please breed me… look how much your cock loves me it stretches me so good… ah… this is meant to be.”

Those were the moans he missed so badly. Lion was designed to hyperfocus on one single task, leaving everything else at secondary or just shut off. And when the task was ‘cock’ the results were as witnessed.

“Lion El’Johnson saying please and being cute.” He teased “If I would have known all I needed to do to make you be nice is shove my raw dick in you I would have done it so long ago.” Lion gripped the tree behind Elric, helping himself with balance and to pivot to make the thrusts even deeper. “If I had done so from the start we could already have a little soldier of our own, he would have been almost two if I’m not wrong.”

His own hips were getting numb out of Lion’s weight but stopping left the vocabulary the second he rammed himself all in, his man mewling like a cat in heat with every push against his cervix. 

“Do it now, please, whenever you want to force it into my hole, raw cock, please… ah… everyday… please don’t pull out until you put a child in me… or two…” 

Elric had joined the careless whimpering and grunting, sex is supposed to be careless, messy, to turn you so dumb you only knew the person you were with was the best thing in the world. 

“You’ll get so big.” He said, pressing on Lion’s sweaty stomach. “Swollen full cum and later children.” 

Lion squeezed hard around him followed by a quick trembling and groans, his lower body felt even wetter as a result of the bigger man making a mess all over him, pooling slick juices over cinnamon skin. Elric managed to fist the demigod’s blond hair making his eyes roll back lost in cock drunk bliss. 

“Big Guy your cunt’s so good… ah… I’m making you pregnant today… and the day after… no more fucking only breeding for you.” 

The drooling mess on top of him had lost the ability of speech relegated to a series of simple words. The air rised hot with the bare stench of fucking, the relief he had been containing for so long arrived in a delicious wave of pleasure. Every single muscle ached at the titanic effort of holding that giant mess of a man in place so he could properly fill him up, one deep trust after the other he was taken over by the unparalleled bliss of releasing himself inside his lover’s warmth. 

Elric howled and kicked as Lion kept riding him with renewed vigor after his climax, he was so tender and sensitive after cumming yet his man’s focus was lost to the one and only purpose of draining the cadian dry. He spotted a malicious grin on the Lion’s drooling mouth, the ever petty primarch was claiming vengeance for earlier.  The human couldn’t tell how many times he came or if it even stopped to be sure, once his whimpering and gasping stopped he found himself lying beside Lion, a gentle breeze making loose leaves fall over them. 

Elric fully silenced his implant and leaned into him, intertwining their bodies like the tired man does with a warm bed full of blankets, wanting nothing else to distract him from each other’s unaltered twitches and breaths. The drumming of Lion’s hearts, his breath on his face, the smell of their previous arousal, the map of textures in their skins; hairy patches meeting flesh with barely a bit of fuzz, old scars sharing their stories with new ones, firm muscle pressing against fatty pouches. 

“Are you really sure about this?” Elric said, breaking the silence, his glance upwards to read Lion’s lips. “We can still talk to the apothecary for a morning after brew.”

‘It looks like you are the one who’s not sure’ Jonson’s lips spelled.

“We were dragged apart for six months, it has never been this long, but it can get longer.” He started to rub his man’s stomach tenderly. “I want to be in my children’s lives, Lion, not leave you to the work like some deadbeat.” 

‘The fact you are worried about that makes you no deadbeat. Maybe they’ll just learn earlier to skin a pelt than to assemble and disassemble a rifle, but they would never doubt you love them, like I never doubt you do to me.’ 

Elric buried his face on Lion’s chest and chuckled, hiding a slight fluster. The vibration on it made him aware he was speaking again.

‘You’ll be a good father.’ He didn’t need to perceive the tone to understand the firm belief the speaker had in his words. 

“Big Guy, I’m a guardsman, my job is to die. How good of a father is a corpse?” 

Lion pulled him into a lazy yet loving kiss. 

‘Trust me on this soldier, can you do that?’ 

Trust is a word that took them both to be able to use on each other, even had times in which it almost fell to pieces. Elric looked down at one of Lion’s hands that was resting on his leg, a crude polished metal ring on it, Looked more like someone snagged and shaped a piece of scrap from a wreckage than proper jewelry quality metal. He placed one of his hands over it, an identical ring on one of his fingers. Trust.    

“Just this time, don’t make it a habit.” 

They smiled at each other, knowing full well the extent and dangers of their responsibilities. He has lived his life for duty and will end it for it, Elric thought about maybe he could allow himself a bit of selfishness. 

[untitledgoosegay]

re last reblog I do see fanfic culture pushing/replicating a certain model of "what trauma looks like," "how trauma works"

this is a problem across all areas of society obviously, but transformative works are, well, transformative. they're about crafting and modifying narratives where the fan-creator sees a flaw or a lack -- often for the better! don't get me wrong, I've done my fair share of "I take a hammer and I fix the canon," it's the main thing that gets my creative gears spinning -- but what happens when that "flaw" is simply a narrative not conforming to popular expectations?

some people just don't get PTSD from events that sound obviously traumatic. they're not masking, and they're not coping; they just straight-up didn't get the permanently-locked stress-response that defines PTSD. they walk away from a horrible experience going "well, that sucked, but it's over now." some people do get PTSD from events most people wouldn't find traumatic. we don't really know why some people get PTSD and others don't. but fandom has an idea of events that must be traumatizing, of a "correct" way to portray trauma. you see the problems with this lack of understanding in e.g. fans pressuring the devs of Baldur's Gate 3 to add dialogue where the player character badgers Halsin about his own feelings on his abuse -- because he must be traumatized, and his trauma must fit a certain mold and presentation of sexual trauma, under the mistaken impression that anything outside that narrow window is somehow "wrong" and disrespectful or even harmful to survivors.

take, for another example, the very common trope of a traumatized character who hates touch or sex "learning" to like touch or sex as a part of their healing process. certainly that can be healing for some people; other people will never like, or want, touch or sex, because of trauma or because they just don't. the assumption that someone who doesn't want sex or doesn't like to be touched must be traumatized, must be suffering from this perceived lack, is seriously harmful -- to asexual people, to people with sensory issues around touch, and to people for whom healing from trauma means freedom to refuse sex or touch.

and there's a secondary trope, one that's slightly more thoughtful but ultimately repeats the problem -- that once someone has learned that their boundaries will be respected, they'll feel it's safe to soften those boundaries. once they feel safe refusing touch or sex, they'll feel comfortable allowing it on their own terms. but many people don't, and many people won't! many people will simply never want to be touched, and never want sex, and they are not suffering or broken or lacking because of it. the idea that proving you'll respect someone's boundaries entitles you to test those boundaries -- the paradox is obvious, and yet this is something i've seen hurt (re-traumatize) people i care for.

people are imperfect victims. people don't heal in the ways you expect. many people have positive memories of their abuse, of their abusers. many people hurt others in the course of their trauma, in ways that can't easily be unpacked in a 5k oneshot. very few narratives of trauma and recovery actually fit the ones put forward by popular children's media and romance novels -- which are the ones I most see replicated in fandom spaces, because they provide the clearest narrative and easiest catharsis, and so they're easy and soothing to reach for.

that's not necessarily a bad thing! i am not immune to goopy romance tropes. i am not immune to teary catharsis. not every fic has to grapple with ugly realities. but there's a problem when these narratives become predominant, when people think they're accurate and realistic depictions of trauma, when the truth of trauma is unpleasant and uncomfortable, and doesn't fit any single narrative, let alone one of comforting catharsis

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Your evil murder kitten's mask has slipped and you can see how deep she is drowning in fear and paranoia.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I've said it before, I'll say it again, and I'm sure it won't be the last time. I AM SICK AND BLOODY TIRED OF THESE MFS, HALF OF WHO DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT CURSED CHILD, BITCHING AND MOANING ABOUT AN ANGSTY TEEN DARING TO BE AN ANGSTY TEEN, I WILL FIGHT THE LOT OF YOU

(this is gonna be a bit long and probably incoherent so sit down and fucking listen to me 🔫 stick with me because I'm not just complaining about albus haters)

eVERYBODY wants cOoMmpllEeXx relatable HUMAN characters - and then SHIT themselves when the flaws a CHILD has isn't just 🥺 uwu im socially awkward and traumatised 🥺. that's why scorpius doesn't get this fuckass treatment, because his terrible human flaw is that he's a bit shit at conversation and gets sad about his dead mum (generalised understatement, but this post isnt about him. dont come for me i love him 🫶🏻)

god forbid albus, who feels unloved and unwanted (with valid evidence for a teenager), albus who feels completely out of place and outcast from his entire famously-close-knit family, ablus who is well known by the world by default via Harry and hates the attention and high expectations, albus who then gets targeted and bullied by his peers because he's not as perfect and brilliant as his father, albus who is then isolated from his one friend because Harry is making irrational ptsd fueled decisions, albus who tells Harry completely sincerely that he knows he's unlikeable but he'll try and change himself and be more like his siblings because he genuinely believes that's what Harry and everyone else whos had the misfortune of meeting him wants, albus who spends the entire play trying to prove himself and fix things via idiotic childish decisions BECAUSE HES A WHOLE UNSTABLE CHILD

god forbid that CHILD doesn't react like a patient, supported, well adjusted, level headed adult. god forbid he reacts outwardly. god forbid he reacts at all, my bad. clearly he should just sniffle a bit as if he doesn't feel suffocated and helpless by everything in his life, because obviously hes just a spoiled brat who doesn't know what real suffering is. god forbid he complains or feels anything negatively, or doesn't quite grasp that other people are struggling too because he is too busy trying so hard to deal with himself and his declining mental health the best he can with basically no support or understanding. god forbid he isn't completely perfect.

you all sound like some fucking boomer telling teenagers they don't know what real struggling is, they aren't mentally ill, they dont have any problems because they have a roof over their head, they should all go to war kids are too soft these days 😫😖😱 fUCKING‼️SHUT UP‼️

he does things wrong but he knows he does and he does everything he can to fix it! and he is fourteen!!! do none of you remember what being fourteen is like 😭😭 I swear half of you have got to be basically fourteen yourselves cmon man

cause I'm seeing this fucking pattern a lot recently. not just for albus, not just in this fandom, everywhere. ‼️ no one can fucking handle flawed characters anymore ‼️ the only thing any character is allowed to have wrong with them is trauma apparently, otherwise they have to be perfect, and I'm getting sick of it. characters and stories are meant to reflect real life, they're meant to help shape our world view, why are you expecting everyone to be fucking perfect??? what happened to nuance? what happened to understanding character development? you are all acting like characters and people are so black and white. either they're perfect or they're insufferable and evil. I won't lie, the most common victims i've noticed of this are women. but the flawed women are typically demonised, whereas the men are typically turned into uwu baby boys who actually aren't capable of doing anything wrong and then fanon goes nuts making them into ittle wittle victims. and I'm so fucking sick of all of it, I hate this. (obviously this is not a strict rule. Albus Potter, and also Albus Dumbledore now I mention it, are demonised beyond belief)

BRING BACK FLAWS AND BRING BACK NOT COMPLETELY WRITING OFF A CHARACTER BECAUSE THEY DARE TO BE HUMAN

I AM FED UP, ALBUS POTTER GET BEHIND ME

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I need to relisten to s4 so I can study them properly. put them in a little jar and stare at them. I only remember vibes

(edit: I also did colored versions here and here)

[seriouslycalamitous]

Guys I recently, at the suggestion of a couple friends, started watching the Life Series.

And this DesertDuo stuff…

Whew. It’s GOOD.

(And I have now been put in the difficult position of desperately wanting to write about it. BUT i’ve never seen hermit craft and i don’t have plans to, and I haven’t learned enough about the fandoms unspoken rules and stuff. I fear that I may slip up and call Grian taller than Scar and get jumped because I don’t know better-)

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[princeanxious]

I read @bamsara ‘s fic ‘Solar Lunacy’ and it single handedly catapulted me back into my fnaf brainrot and right into the sun&moon simp club, i’m weak for y/n and moon’s snarky banter and sun’s bright yet coy personality. I could and will continue to scream about these boys for at least the next week. (And i have plans to draw some of my favorite scenes from that fic👉👈)

[poppyseed799]

btw I don’t know if this is a thing anyone is thinking about but I’m not gonna stop drawing Jimmy as a canary. It’s a lovely bird. It’s still something that’s been really important to his series. There’s no reason to drop the canary headcanon just cuz Lizzie fell into the void.

[autistic-katara]

there r fics that make u insane (so amazingly good it’s removed ur sanity) and then there’s fics that make u insane (you need to fistfight the author for how they did a specific thing that caused u to rant for hours)

[quillkiller]

some of you should know how to tag better. please

[harudnae]

Sorry for disappearing, it will happen again

(but not before I post my latest fic)

[averlym]

HI I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE INTO ADAMANDI HOLY SHIT. Can’t believe so few people know about this masterpiece of a musical

:OOOOO hai i agree it is criminally (haha yknow bc there are crimes..) underrated!! and really brilliant!!! discovered it literally midway through the week and akdfjgsjhdsjhjgdf

have a doodle of the saints :3