#i still need to work on my fan apprentice

[th0rnback]

Do you have any headcanons that tend to translate into your writing?

Oooooo, that is a good'un. I’ve been in this fandom so long sometimes I forget what is headcanon and what’s canon 🫠

Buuuuut, I’m sure some of these might be shared with lots of folks, yet off the top of my head:

⭕Edward wears gloves not so much to hide his automail, but to soften it. Metal joints pinch. He learned this the hard way when shaking someone’s hand. It genuinely upset/embarrassed/made him self conscious for a while after that event. ⭕Alphonse always like the barn cats since he was small, yet moreso after Trisha’s death. He liked to entice them into the house of an evening for the warmth and comfort. The house didn’t feel quiet so empty when filled with a patter of paws or rumbling purrs.

⭕Ed’s an ugly crier and he is SUPER self aware of this fact, while he is trying to ‘keep a stiff upper lip’ he also has the worse poker face known to mankind (which I guess can be canon? Because the sweet bean was a mess at Trisha’s funeral, howling at the sky with snot) ⭕Al, even when human and back when kids, is the better liar. He’s got a good poker face (even without the helm) and the street cred of polite sweetness.

⭕Roy hides it well and because irony is key: Roy gets anxious around horses. As a kid a mounted MP’s horse nipped him and Chris presumed this is why he is still Not A Fan of the hooved beasts…. In reality, watching a group of Ishvalan’s get trampled when the cavalry arrived on scene made him realize how terrifyingly powerful such animals are (cue his anxiety over FoM!Ed being so tiny around an animal with hooves bigger than the kids skull)   ⭕ Riza doesn't like being ignored. She can deal with it, but it does make her hackles rise. There is something about being so blankly disregarded she finds as rude yet know, deep known, its because she spent too much of her youth with a father who barely spared her a glance, absorbed in his work... until he suddenly was like ''yo lovely daughter, need to borrow that skin on your back for a second'' ⭕Riza is very good at leg sweeping, hip checking, or just thwacking the back of Roy's knees because when he came to live as her father's apprentice at their crumbling rural manor house, she took great joy tripping him up in the corridors to the point it became a game.

⭕Havoc was nominated for first aider training for their unit. He drew the short straw. Hated every second of the weekend long training he got shoved into. The team make frequent jokes they were hoping to improve his experience, as his dating life is piss-poor and doing CPR would be is only form of ‘kissing’.

⭕ Riza’s a tea-a-holic (which could be canon? Girl be drinking tea in a lot of manga panels). She likes tea due to the variety of scents and finds the method of brewing/preparing it as a form of decompression/keeps her mind blank and hands busy because there are only many times she can dismantling and cleaning her service weapons to a pristine condition before someone presumes she has OCD.

⭕Roy isn’t very good with the scent of fatty meat being cooked. He can deal with it, but sometimes, on The Bad Days™the scent can send him reeling. (This was mostly inspired given how my paternal grandfather was a tank-man during ww2 and my uncle had the horrors of playing with flame throwers in other dumb-mens-wars and neither of them could cope with the smell of smoked bacon of fat-heavy meat).

⭕Fuery is blind AF without his glasses…. Probably me projecting like hell as poor sighted dweeb with thick glasses and also how I HATE that characters in fiction get their glasses off and can FUNCTION DURING CHAOS??? LIKE, NO. EVERYTHING IS BLURRY AND SCARY. MATE, I ONCE LOST MY GLASSES IN THE AMAZING MAZE OF MAIZE AND I FELT LIKE I WAS IN THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. Also, during a paintball match, I had to forgo my glasses because the eye protective googles didn’t like me wearing them, so I was just blindly taking people out and running into trees, but that’s another story. Rant over.

⭕Maes & Gracia had experienced pregnancy loss before they finally had Elicia: its why the two of them cherish her so much

Annnnnd... I'll stop. Otherwise we are gonna end up with a sickeningly large amount and I fear I'll bore you. 💖

[chuuruu]

stuff I never posted here i think

[incorrectbatfam]

Do the batfam read fanfic of themselves or each other? What kinds do they read?

Barbara: *at the Batcomputer, trying not to laugh*

Dick: What is it?

Barbara: Nothing. It's just... I found people's fanfictions about you.

Dick: Me?

Barbara: All of you.

Jason: What are people saying about me?

Barbara, reading the author's note: "I wrote this because there isn't enough for my soft baby Red Hood who did nothing wrong uwu."

Jason: *gags*

Steph: Ooh, what about me?

Barbara, reading another author's note: "Sorry for not updating, the Joker kidnapped my entire family and I had to escape via the sewers where I lived amongst Scarecrow's mutated experimental rats for three months (also I had homework). Anyway this chapter is a fix-it because there is way too much Spoiler slander out there."

Steph: Damn right there is.

Barbara: Duke's one started in 2015, is a million words and counting, and at some point became a crossover with Spider-Man, Naruto, and Super Mario. There's also fan art.

Duke: Fuck yeah.

Tim: What did I get?

Barbara: A lot of crossovers with Danny Phantom and a bunch where you're Selina's apprentice.

Tim: Meh, could be worse.

Barbara: Damian has a bunch of crossovers with something called Miraculous Ladybug. There are also a ton where your ages are reversed and Damian's the first Robin.

Damian: I'm not touching either of those with a ten-foot sword.

Dick: Wait, we still haven't seen mine.

Barbara: *types into the search bar*

Barbara: The top three are all original character inserts. There's the main character being sold to the Wayne family, a reader-insert love triangle with Nightwing and Red Hood, and one where they're a new adoptive bat-sibling... that also ends in romance.

Dick: Ew. Forget I asked.

Barbara: The shipping can get worse, trust me.

Harper: Do I wanna know about mine?

Barbara: Don't worry, no one remembers you. Or Luke, Kate, Bette, Helena, Jean-Paul, and most of our non-Gotham friends. Or me and Alfred, unless it's convenient. Actually, it's kinda skewed against us ladies overall.

Harper: I'll take the misogyny for once.

Cass: And me?

Barbara, reading the first line: "Hi my name is Cassandra Wu-San Dementia Raven Wayne—"

Bruce, walking in: What are you doing?

Barbara, quickly closing the tab: Working on a case. The Riddler's at it again.

Bruce: Well, I need to use the computer. It's confidential.

Barbara: Of course.

Everyone: *leaves*

Bruce: *checks over his shoulder*

Bruce: *logs into Ao3*

Bruce, posting: This is a domestic no-capes universe where the bats are one big happy family. Feedback is appreciated.

Cullen, the first comment: Seems out of character.

[mooishbeam]

『♡』 Obey Me

♡ featuring: kaeya x f!reader

♡ summary: you learn your lesson for disrespecting the calvary captain wc: 4.1k+ (i am so sorry)

♡ cw/tw: wax play, humiliation, degradation, sex toys, dacryphilia, rough sex, hard dom, overstim, orgasm torture, edging, bondage, squirting, pet play if you squint, kaeya is kind of an asshole, pet names (dove, pretty girl, sweetie)

notes: idk how the word count did that I'm too silly. feral kaeya does something to me tbh. n e way I promise a shorter one next time hehe. art by ttalby_ on ig <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Kaeya isn’t used to feeling like this.  

The interesting days of tasks and adventitious missions superseded his need for activities outside of the Knights of Favonius. He often stumbled—more so, needlessly interjected—into petty situations. He lived for theatrics, an audience to indulge emotion and intimacy in its most vulnerable state. A man who solves the problems of the public before his own knew neither authentic nor genuine connection. Kaeya was well aware of how easily he made hearts swoon, with a silver tongue and attractive timbre, a mask imperceptible. When you arrived as an apprentice for the 6th Company, he assumed you’d be just as easy, just as captivated. You were anything but. You barely acknowledged his existence for the first year, and he’d be wrong to say your lack of dalliance didn’t chip away at his self-esteem. 

Something egotistical in him wanted your attention. Romantic prospects were dispensable to him, but you had to know who he was. After all, who doesn’t love the Calvary Captain?  

Just for fun he told himself, as you became the first person to turn him flushed and sow seeds of doubt surrounding love in his heart. Kaeya finally managed to achieve your regard and all you asked for was his name. The audacity of you, to ask the captain who he is? He nearly busted out laughing. He gently held your hand and kneeled to kiss it, maintaining eye contact throughout. 

“Kaeya, my dear.” 

You were surprised to find him waiting for you outside the headquarters one day, handsome navy strands haloed in confidence, a delicate flower and perfumed letter in hand. Kaeya watched you read it in silence, his poem dedicated to you, requesting a date. You couldn’t help but smile at his charm, despite his sweaty palms as he awaited your answer. An accumulation of the little things; the bouquet of roses he bought you weekly, so you’d always have a fresh one, making sure you were always hydrated, his ability to make you laugh in trying times. You were both full of adoration, though he wouldn’t admit how invested he was. The only person who glimpsed the truth was Diluc. Kaeya rambled in his drunken stupor at the tavern, and Diluc sighed at the overdramatic sonnet. “My heart beats for her like no other. Will this be my fate? My Greek tragedy?” he mumbled through hiccups. 

As your relationship blossomed, work withered. An emerging problem reared its ugly head. Your assignments consumed your daily life and dwindled the moments spent with Kaeya. In the beginning stages of dating he understood, exuding nothing but patience and encouraging words. He didn’t expect you to drop work for him, and he was willing to accommodate the hectic schedule. Romantic gestures were limited to light caresses or kisses, clandestine sessions in abandoned alleyways. Frequent dates reduced to a couple a week, then a month, then none. The worst instances were when you assured Kaeya you’d arrive, only to call him a couple hours later with a tired apology, still stuck at your office. You promised him you’d make time for yourself and practice self-care, but it was evident you weren’t listening to his advice. You were no stranger to quickies, kindly offering them to Kaeya if he ever needed “destressing”. But the captain was never a fan of rushed affairs. He wanted desperately to share extended time with you, and you had none to give. It became easier to lie than to admit how overworked you were. 

Kaeya didn’t come to headquarters today, but you recall the conversation from the previous night. 

“Mm, I’m missing my little dove. Think you can come see me?” he said, tilting your chin up to meet his loving gaze. 

“Of course. I don’t have a lot of work tomorrow so I should be done early.” 

“Great. I’ll make dinner for us. Be at my place by 8, okay?” You agreed to the timeframe. 

Now that you’re comprehending the incomplete documents strewn across your desk, you regret your conviction. You shouldered the weight of everyone in your division. It’s getting close to the date, and you’ve barely scratched the surface. You fumble for concentration, anchoring down to finish the rest of the list. You make haste and shove the papers at Hertha. I still have time to get there you thought. Glancing up at the clock as you dart out the building, your eyes widen at what it reads. 10:15 pm. 

Fuck. You’re running now, skirt bouncing and bag rustling, navigating busy streets with an uneasy mind. Once again you promised, and once again you broke it. How could you be so careless? You catch your breath when your hand contacts the door. You relax before giving a few light knocks. The door swings open.  

Kaeya’s hair is free from its usual constraints, draping down his back and shoulders, wispy bangs hugging his sharp features. He’s clearly pissed reclining against the doorframe. He stares at you with his arms folded in front of the parted button down that peaks into the muscular, scarred chest underneath. 

“Kaeya, I-” 

“Get inside.” He turns and walks to the kitchen. You follow him inside and take note of the cold portion of a beautiful plate—presumably your meal—sitting on the table. He swishes the nearly finished red wine before taking a sip. You search aimlessly for an acceptable excuse while he leans against the table with his hand, glass in the other, eyes trained to the floor. Each second of silence simmering makes your stomach knot tighter, and he lets you stand uncomfortably.  

“I’m sorry, I... There were a few roads closed in the area. I had to take a different route.” you fib. He gazes at you, panning up and down before forcing a sarcastic smile. 

“How unfortunate. Are these the same roads that made you three hours late?" His jaw tightens. 

“It was pretty busy today-”  

“I’m feeling generous tonight, so I'll give you one more chance to be honest.”  

You sighed. “I’m so sorry. There’s been a lot of work lately. It’s not fair to you to deal with my problems.” He scoffs deeply, downing the rest of the glass and sets it on the table. 

“If this isn’t working for you, I understand.” 

“Oh? Are you suggesting a separation? Not even the gall to try and make it up to me?” he sneers. 

“You’re handsome and people like you. It’s not hard to find other options.” 

“If it’s not hard, why is the one thing I truly desire so difficult to hold? A petal drifting unpredictable wind, too quick to grasp.” He starts stalking towards you, relaxed but seemingly irritated. The contrast between his words and actions unnerves you. 

“How many times must I tell you to take care of yourself, to not let them walk over you, to come to me if you need help?” He gets to you and snakes his calloused hand behind your neck, a firm grip. Yearning lips are inches from yours, his hair tickles your eyelashes. 

“Why can’t you just listen to me, (Y/N)? Hmm?” He’s lenient, but you feel a shiver up your back and heat pooling in your stomach, nonetheless. 

“I’ll try harder. I promise.” you say, barely above a whisper. The pad of his thumb swirls your cheek. 

“I won’t entertain promises. Show me your dedication.” 

“What do I do to prove it?” A sadistic grin grows across his face, and lips graze your ear, sultry voice coiling around the shell. Your breath stalls. 

“Tonight, I’ll eat you up slowly-” Kaeya peppers soft kisses between the words against your jaw. “-savoring every. Little. Bite.” He trails down to your neck. You're melting in his hold, grabbing his robust arms for anything to stabilize you. "And when I’m picking you apart, and there’s tears in your eyes and you’re begging and you can’t take it anymore-” He drinks up your anticipation, an amused chuckle from the shudder prickling your skin.  

“-you’ll sit there and obey me until I'm done. Like a good pet.” 

You’re stripped of everything besides your underwear in front of the restlessly eager man. Standing in the center of this candlelit room, you feel miles away from him as he sits fully clothed on the edge of the bed. He’s lax, legs spread with a nonchalant posture; they invite you to kneel between them. Sex with Kaeya was never like this. Though infrequent, your back-alley blowjobs were done with kindness and haste. It was one thing for Kaeya to ogle your mouthwatering figure, another in the humiliating state he constrains you to. Your hands are bound by leather handcuffs that clip to a chunky black collar on both sides, limiting the movement of your wrists to just centimeters away from your face. You could move if you tried to, but the collar locked and tightened around your neck the harder you struggled. In the middle was attached a dangling leash, empty of its owner.  

The vibrating lace panties he put you in buzz agonizingly low against your clit, sending gentle bursts to the butt plug filling deep, foreign space in your body. You’re glutted, chafing your thighs together to numb the sweet ache dotting your core. 

“C’mere dove.” Kaeya orders, his finger curls in a guiding motion. You take one step assuming his entreat, and he retorts with a tut. 

“Aht aht, dogs don’t walk. Get on your knees and crawl to me.” Embarrassment overcomes you as you drop to your knees from the filthy demand. It’s degrading, having to crawl without the use of your arms. You scuffle with balance, and he takes pleasure in playing with the controller. Your rocking rear and wobbly legs find rhythm on the floor through the violent highs and lows of vibration. It was harder due to the position you stumbled in; the bullet teases you in the right spots. You finally reach him, resting your head on his knee, exhausted for what’s to come. He merely pats your head and uses the other to stifle the smug smirk. 

“Good puppy. Look at me.” Suddenly, he wraps the leash around his hand and pulls in taut. It snaps your eyes to his lustful expression, a thick aura that encapsulates you, suffocates you in his command. Kaeya zips his pants down to spring his throbbing cock free, a dark brown gradient to the mushroom tip.  

“Suck. If you let anything spill, I’ll punish you” he cooes. You lick the pre come away, fixating on the sensitive tip. His breathy sighs show appreciation. You lick in circular motions around it before lolling your tongue and taking all of him between your lips. His girth makes space in your mouth impossible until the head presses the back of your throat. “Ugh, fuck” he groans. Kaeya stands and pulls the leash towards him, enough to nuzzle your nose against his pubes. You gag and slobber over his balls from the constant pressure in your throat, and he keeps you there, watching the tears ball in your eyes, unfazed by your retching pleas. He keeps a firm grip on the back of your head.  

“Can you take it?” It’s almost mocking, as if he can’t see the mascara that smears your cheeks and your sweaty, breathless figure. You nod anyway, eager to please. He hums approval before pulling out completely and hammering his length down your throat. His heavy balls smack your chin at a savage pace, and strings of spit connect your puffy lips to his shaft. It’s barbaric and your throat is raw from the impact, but he chases his high. You’re absolutely powerless, your hands can’t even push his thighs back. However, subconsciously it felt nice, to be out of control, at the mercy of someone else using you for their impulse. The whir in your soaking panties feels richer now, tangling in your lower back and clouding your senses. All you smell and feel is him, it was like you never worked a day in your life. Like you were made for this, and this alone. Obscene noises come from your squelching mouth and Kaeya’s broken moans. Fuck and yes are all he can handle through constant whimpers, and you feel him trembling toward his release. He tilts your head to get a better view of you, spit and tears mixed with strands of hair stuck to your skin. You were a mess. But his eyes are solely on you, drenched in adoration and pure love for your trust in him.  

“I want this pretty face on me when I come” he whines and speeds up his thrusts before spurting hot, creamy ropes down your throat, painting your mouth white. He twitches wildly on your tongue till rest, and his guttural moans echo in your ears as you hollow your cheeks to suck him clean. A satisfying pop emerges when you free his tip, and he recollects himself. He somehow looks completely untouched, besides the sheen of sweat; the poise of a prince. 

Once Kaeya comes to his senses, he eyes the evidence of wetness that soaks through your panties, along with drops of pre come you failed to notice. Truthfully, you tried hard to avoid spilling anything, but the sensations in both your back and front were dizzying. He drawls a dramatic sigh, and loosely fiddles with the leash. 

“Didn’t I say not to spill anything?” His words are methodical, weaving enough vitriol to make your blood still at the upcoming punishment. “I’m sorr-” 

“You made a mess. Clean it.” He drops the leash and waits. What you assumed to be a towel clean-up was quickly refuted as you felt the tension of his boot press on your upper back. With just enough weight, he forces your body down towards the fluids, arms crossed. You lick it up without complaint. “Good puppy” he praises. 

Kaeya picks you up as if you’re featherlight and sets you on the edge of the bed on your stomach. You can’t see what he’s doing, and the silence frightens you. Immediately, the judder of the bullet increases significantly—not enough to make you come, but just enough to torment. You attempt to sway from undying heat between your legs, yet the static overtakes. Unbeknownst to you, the butt plug begins to vibrate, as well. You whine and arch your back involuntarily. You finally hear a deep chuckle from Kaeya. His fingers graze your sopping underwear. 

“So naughty, you got like this just from sucking me off?” He pushes the bullet harshly against you. You mewl from the feeling. “Please Kaeya, it’s too much.” 

“Shh, I know, I know. We still have a long way to go.” he soothes. He spreads your ass to reveal more area, and he’s hushed to an alluring whisper in your ear. “(Y/N). I’m going to spank you. And each time I do, you’ll count. One, thank you. Two, thank you. Up to sixteen. Understand?” 

“Yes” you rasped. 

“Good girl.” 

Kaeya massages your backside and prepares a slap. His palm crashes sharply on one with a resounding crack. Blazing surge sprawls across the whole cheek, but you manage to stay afloat. “One, thank you.” He promptly delivers another, a staggering strike to match the other cheek. “Two, thank you” you hissed. He kneads the smoldering dough in his hands and smiles at the juices stuck to your inner thighs. 

“Such a pervert. You’re not enjoying this, are you?” he teases. The lines of pleasure and pain blurred for you long before. The crackling fire of his hand swatting your ass makes you cry out. He’s brutal, and the grip you have on his sheets colors your knuckles white. You endure delicious thwacks with a tender bottom all the way through thirteen. Your malleable mind forgets to count past that, forgets your place. Kaeya feigns hurt. “Am I that forgettable? Should we start over?” A shudder trails down your back. 

“M’no, Kaeya ple-ase. ‘M sorry.” you stammer. He swipes your tears with his thumb and licks it. “I’m touched by your tears” he groans. He moves back to your searing bottom, digging crescent shaped indents into the welted flesh with his nails. 

“Do you know why I had you count to sixteen?” 

“N-no...” 

A low hmph. “That’s the number of dates you missed.” You go pale for a second. “It won’t happen again, Kaeya. Please!” you beg. The need for release ruins your rational thoughts, and he can taste your desperation. “Please what, dove?” He plays ignorance. “Tell me exactly what you want.” He caresses your face lovingly, despite his cruelty. 

“Wanna come, I need it so bad, Kaeya.” His name rolling off your tongue in lewd fervor makes his length constrict in his pants. You’re putty in his presence, and he delights in molding you to his wishes. 

"Are you worthy of it?" he taunts. Fresh tears brim your eyes, and he can’t fight back the snicker in his throat. He walks away from you, and you’re left alone until you feel the mattress give way under his knee. What little sight you had in front of you is robbed by the silky black blindfold pulling stiff on your eyes. “Too tight?” 

“A little.” He loosens it a bit and kisses your temple. Suddenly, a sphere makes contact with your lips, and you open. The ball gag secures around the back of your head, and you’re already salivating from the stretch of your jaw. 

“You know what, I’ll let you come.” he lulled. You can’t hear the malicious tinge in his words, and he swiftly turns both vibrators up to a harrowing speed at the same time. A strangled moan gets caught in your throat and you quiver and lurch over. He spanks your sore behind in response. 

“Keep your back arched. I want a perfect view” he husks. You use the stamina you have left to stay in that position. Your hips are unconsciously rutting against the bullet, and the ecstasy lapping at your swollen clit sends trails of fire up your stomach. Kaeya watches the saturated outline of your convulsing vulva, the honeyed, muffled moans unending and palms his erection.  

“I’m sorry, this must be so hard for you” he soothes. “Almost as hard as it was for me to hear you lie so blatantly.” Kaeya wasn’t a man that held grudges, but he took amusement in your reactions. All he can think about is breaking you, with each touch and kiss; so that you travel through heaven and hell, drowning in desire until he carries you out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you come hard, hole fluttering around nothing with electricity squirming in your bones. However, the pressure doesn’t stop, it seems to vibrate faster as you buck and cry. “Oops, wrong setting.” He turns it up higher, the bastard. It rips through your orgasm, already approaching another and you can’t take the sting. “Tell me if it’s too much” he sneers. Your hands jolt and snap back to the collar.  

“I’ll turn it off later, I’m kind of busy right now. You know, work and stuff.” What? He wouldn’t leave you like this, right? Undecipherable noises bounce around the gag, but none persuade him. Footsteps get quieter, then the door shuts.  

You can’t look or beg for Kaeya, and tears begin to stain the blindfold. Buzzing roars in your ears, your limbs are too weak to hold up and you can barely breathe. Your thighs shake from sick passion, and you come undone again over the persistent toys. The twenty minutes he was gone felt like hours. Your muffled sobs are uncontrollable, come cascading down your legs and spit dribbles from your lips. You aren’t sure how many times you came before he got back.  

The Archons must have shown mercy; the vibrations stopped. You hear that suave voice resounding in your brain. 

“I think you’ve earned a break.” he says, freeing the panties from you. The plug steadily glides out of your pulsing ring, and he removes the blindfold. Kaeya is the first thing you see, and for a moment he shines like royalty. The gag comes off and you’re babbling Kaeya’s name over and over like a chant, a devoted disciple. He cradles your face and hushes you. 

“It’s okay, I’m here.” He flips you on your back. You’re in a daze gazing at him but his attention is lowered to your spread legs, slabbering at the slippery aftermath of his abandonment. 

“Beautiful. A living work of art” he whispered. His mask dissolves before you. He reaches for one of the red candles glowing vividly on his nightstand and returns with the wax-leaking stick. You share a soft kiss, warm and pure while he tilts the candle over your chest. He’s careful with the course and allows it to dance across your breasts, down your sternum and above your pelvis. Each crimson plop and fleck are its own singing thrill, but your awareness is diverted to his wanton kisses, the nips on your bottom lip. Heat reignites your core. Once he blows out the candle, he smudges French kisses down your neck, tracing the pattern of the wax to subdue the burn. “You’re flawless” he breaths against your nipple. He sucks one while pinching the other, the occasional bite on your slightly bruising skin makes you wince. He slides off the bed and starts stripping with an insatiable thirst that longed to be inside you, shirt and pants thrown about. In one swoop, he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge.  

“If I uncuff you, will you behave?” You nod frantically with the clinking metal, and he detaches the restraints. He brings your legs over his shoulder, and you feel the cockhead prodding your slit. Kaeya sinks his tip into you, and you’re suddenly overcome with frenetic throbbing that ripples through your hypersensitive clit. “W-wait, Kaeya-” You don’t have nearly enough strength to protest when you grab his wrists settled on your waist—he’s determined to fuck it out of you. “Mm, just a little more” He’s craving, his veins rub your walls all the way to the base. With his balls flush, he pulls out and drives into you. The first pump sends a flaming shock through your body, an abyssal fall you succumb to. You can’t register the erotic screams or pleasant shock of Kaeya as a stream of liquid coats your bodies and drenches the sheets. Your hysterical sobs and innocent sorry’s are music to his ears, better than any melody in Teyvat. He rubs circles on your lower belly and starts again at an unrelenting pace. “I-I can’t Kaeya, ‘m coming so hard.” you wail, writhing from the deep strokes coaxing your g-spot. Your stomach quakes and you grip him like a vice, he can’t stop the feral urge. “Fuck- aww, sweetie. I know, I know. Can you do another one, for me?” He tries to keep his composure, but his voice is bordering unhinged, dying to see you squirt again. Kaeya's chest pins yours and he pummels your cunt with your shaky legs locked around him. Your nails latch onto his back and you weep into his shoulder. The emotion is too intense; your heart thrums viciously in your ears.  

“You’re my pretty little fuck toy, hmm?” he stutters through thrusts. “Just lay here and take my cock. Quit your job. Be mine entirely.” Loud plap’s accompany his silent plea, and you feel another orgasm boiling. His palm pressing on your womb makes you incoherent and he chuckles. “Aw sweetie, it feels too good?” he mocks. You touch foreheads. You’re both teeming, waiting for each other. “Give it to me. Come on my cock like a good slut” he demands. Wave after relentless wave splinters you, and the gushing sprinkler covers him exactly like he wanted. Kaeya moans at the sight. “Shit, ‘m coming.” He pursues his sputtering hips, shooting thick globs that greedily crowd your sex.  

Kaeya breathes heavily as he comes down from his peak twitching inside. You still tremble sporadically in his arms. He rubs your back, placing calming kisses all over your face. “You alright, pretty girl?” You’re edging on unconsciousness. He stays with you until you gather responsiveness.  

When you wake, the collar is off, and you identify concern in his eyes. “You weren't this scared when you were killing me” you murmur quietly. Kaeya flashes a genuine smile. “If you died from good sex, that’d be quite the compliment on my part.” He props you into his lap facing him, and you're reposed on his chest. He pats your hair, staring off into nothing and everything. 

“I’d much rather have you in pieces. Because I’m the only one that can put you back together.” It was a passing thought, one that shouldn’t be said out loud. It churns in your gut, and you aren’t sure why. 

“You worked so hard today. Let’s take a bath, okay?” 

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

A 2024 Film List

At first, I thought I could do a regular top 10 film list for 2024, but after a reconsideration, I realized it's not really possible.

First, I stopped logging every movie that I've watched. I used a mubi account, I don't have letterboxd and it felt like a chore. I regret it slightly, but nothing can be done about it now.

What I will do is to stick to films released in 2024 and to which I had access to this year. That means that I won't include The Brutalist, Queer or Babygirl, etc., as I haven't watched them yet.

It is also a list that includes well-known titles. This year has been one in which my desire to explore unknown areas of cinema dwindled significantly. But this is not the post in which I ponder about what the reasons might be.

This is the list of significant films watched in 2024 that made a notable impression, in no particular order.

Conclave (dir. Edward Berger)

I doesn't fill in the gap left by The Young Pope, nor it captures the absolute camp and absurdity of the Vatican world, but it comes close nevertheless. It has the intrigue to capture anyone's attention and the good acting from veteran actors that can deliver a memorable performance.

All of Us Strangers (dir. Andrew Haigh)

I remember how much I had to wait to be able to watch this, but it finally paid off. Andrew Scott should have won a lot more awards for it and he is such a sensible actor who can portray a man dealing with depression and loss and how it shapes one person forever.

Maria (dir. Pablo Larrain)

This film is for fans of Larrain's trilogy of films made about 20th century notable women. It's for those who want to see a more than decent comeback of Angelina Jolie. It's for those who like Maria Callas and could pair it with another documentary about her that came out in recent years. It's for those who would like to see a fictional incursion into 70s Paris without anything looking like a theme park.

La Chimera (dir. Alice Rohrwacher)

This was perhaps the only one which made me think of european art cinema in the most obvious way. From the story, to how it was directed, but most importantly, to the cinematography. It is a meditation on art and our relation to it, but also a nod to mid-century Italian directors.

Anora (dir. Sean Baker)

I did have some higher expectations from Anora, simply considering its Palme d'Or win. It might leave my mind the moment award season will be over, but in the context of an American cinema that produces less and less good mainstream films, Anora stands out. Adding a comedic tone helped in moving away from the usual stereotypes associated with a certain nationality and something fresh, considering that American film and tv still focuses on only a villain/spy archetype.

The Apprentice (dir. Ali Abbasi)

To this day I condemn Variety and anyone who refused to have a one on one talk with Sebastian Stan because it would have touched on the topic of The Apprentice. Not just because it is ultimately a work of fiction which should not impose any problem, but particularly because of its subject matter. Evil and in this case, an examination of its origins and what made that man who he is, is something that should not be ignored. Instead, it needs to be addressed head on. It needs to be understood and The Apprentice did it. Perhaps it tried too much in the span of 2 hours, but I admire the attempt. And Jeremy Strong once again proved its calibre.

The Substance (dir. Coralie Fargeat)

Was it too on the nose? Yes. Is this a theme explored in so many movies with a feminist twist? Yes.

But it was fun, it was well made, it brought a dose of body horror for us fans who are lacking in any new Cronenberg film. And it was also fascinating for me to see Demi Moore back with such a role.

Longlegs (dir. Oz Perkins)

It includes a serial killer with a supernatural twist, of course this film would be on my list. I don't particularly seek out horror fiction, but it's a nice surprise whenever something really good comes out. And Nicolas Cage had a unforgettable part, as one of the scariest antagonists that I've seen in years.

Trap (dir. M. Night Shymalan)

This might seem like a really odd choice, considering all the other films on the list. But I do want to point out that even in the case of a film with faults in its script, unrealistic scenarios or characters, it can still be a fun viewing experience. It is ridiculous, like many of Shyamalan's movies, but I do think the backlash against Trap has also been over the top. I loved seeing Josh Hartnett behave like the worst serial killer, making the dumbest mistakes, but also getting away with it every single time!

Red Rooms (dir. Pascal Plante)

This was the only horror film that actually had a deep, visceral impact on me and which made me feel uncomfortable long after it ended. A psychological horror that doesn't show much of the actual atrocities that had happened, but its impact comes from the examination of fangirls obsessed with serial killers, but also of those who lack any sort of empathy and whose fascination with such criminals borders a very problematic line.

Special Mentions

There are three films in the special mentions category. Their inclusion has nothing to do with my opinion regarding their value or if I enjoyed them or not. It has to do with the fact that they stood out due to their directors commitment to do something different through cinematic language. Not just for the sake of it, but because it served their stories and their vision about cinema as an art.

1. Megalopolis (dir. Francis Ford Coppola)

2. Emilia Perez (dir. Jacques Audiard)

3. Do Not Expect Too Much From The End of The World (dir. Radu Jude)

[mousetoe-wc]

Welcome to my Australian fanclan Bottlebrushclan! Back, back, back when I was first coming up with these characters there was actually three fan clans Gardenclan, Hollowclan and Duneclan but the other week I had this idea instead!

Basically each of the three camps have roughly the same population size as a clan in the real series but these camps/clans work more as neighbouring towns then warring factions.

Moving freely between the clans territories and having relationships is normalized, loyalty is still a bit of a thing but in more of a “our football team is better than yours” or a “our towns food is the best” kind of attitude.

I also started using that one leader naming convention that I’ve mainly seen used in rewrites, Star “name” cause I think it’s neat! Also the healer’s are called Doctors now cause I like the sound of it! The Leaders, Deputies and Doctors are part of the Bottlebrushclan council that work together whenever needed.

I actually have already drawn the characters of Gardenclan/camp years ago if you wanna see, a few names changed tho. Another thing is that Bottlebrushclan is located near the Coast of Western Australia!

The Camps of Bottlebrushclan

The Gardens camp is situated in and around an abandoned house with bush to one side and fields to the other. The house has a massive garden all around it including fruit trees, garden beds and the garden camps most important source of food and trade, The Chicken Coop, where the cats have been farming chickens and eggs for generations now.

The Dunes camp lives right next to the beach and source of food and trade is ocean related such as seafood, seabirds, seaweed and salt, you have a flea outbreak? Get in the ocean. The main thing all the cats sleep under is an abandoned old wooden boat, I might make it two boats or maybe a canoe. They make a lot of contraptions to catch fish! They even collect and use bait.

The Hollows camp is located in a dense section of bush a bit away in a protected forest, its main camp is a carefully planned area to protect them against things such as bushfires, snakes, birds of prey and feral pigs. I haven’t fully thought their camp through yet tho, but they do live near a road which they check almost daily for road kill, if the animal is too yucky to eat they use the meat to farm maggots, which they eat and trade to the other camps (Garden camp for the chickens and Dune camp for fish bait.)

Character info underneath vvv

Tuckerpaw (she/her) - Named after the Tucker tree! She’s an only kits and her mum Rosemoth is very protective of her since her father died a little bit too protective and it’s starting to get on the nerves of Tuckerpaws mentor Minteyes.

Palepaw (they/them) - Doctor Darkrose’s apprentice and adopted kit! They fit right into the family and are loved very much. Palepaw has a love for magpies and will often be found feeding them. They are the oldest out of the apprentices.

Fairypaw (he/him) - Fairypaw is named after fairy penguins! He was born with out his left front leg because of complications his mother Skippyfoot had while pregnant, his original name that I gave him was Mistpaw but the I decided I wanted to make the clan Australian and I couldn’t pass on the chance to name him after the fairy penguin.

Pipipaw (she/her) - is a quiet but not shy little cat, like her brother she was born smaller than average, her original name was Sardinepaw. Her design is the one I’m most unsure about so she’s still on the drawing board.

Wetpaw - ???

Webpaw - ???

Star Honeytoes (she/her) - Is the youngest of the leaders and is a bit of a nepo-baby oof. Her mother was the leader before her and so was her great-grandmother… and her great-great aunt… but she doesn’t really want to continue this tradition and her only living relative in the garden camp is her grandmew Bumblepatch, if she ever has kittens she probably wouldn’t encourage them to become leader.

Peaclaw (he/him) - is mad Honeytoes was made deputy and then leader over him, Honey isn’t the best at planning but she has the personality and good people skills, she made Peaclaw the deputy for his planning skill (and because she felt bad) but truth be told he was never good at working cooperatively with clan mates, his two littermates aren’t the closest to him on account of his nasty attitude lately and we don’t talk about his history with Potatopad…

Peachleaf (she/her) - Peachleaf is probably my oldest warriors OC! She is my baby <3 also she is girlfriends with Darkrose! Her mother Cloversong lives with her in Bottlebrushclan the Gardens camp, while her father Momo and two littermates Cupcake and Muffin live as house cats. Is good friends with Honeytoes before and after she became leader.

Star Numbattail (she/they) - Runs a tight ship in her clan, there are many dangers living in the bush and she refuses to let her clan be eaten up by them. Gets along with the other leaders but the camps of the Garden and the Dunes are far away from the Hollow camp so it’s hard to ask for assistance all the time.

Coppershine (xe/xem) - Snarky little shit but unfortunately xer good at xer job, there’s no getting rid of xem lol

Darkrose (she/her) - Comes from a very big family, adopted Palepaw as a kit when she found them on the side of the road wrapped in a green cloth, has a parent/older sibling relationship with Palepaw.

Star Coralskip (he/him) - Old man Coralskip! A jolly old man and is the oldest leader, his mates are Pinkshell and Gullweed and his daughter Sandmask just had two kits!

Tussockwatcher (he/him) - looks scary but is actually a great deputy, his mother Jellyfisheye is very proud :3

Gullweed (xe/him) - chill guy, is Coralskip’s hubby. Would probably smoke weed if he was human.

[jayinserenity]

So, @wyrm-clangen's recent moons have been living rent free in my head, and as the #1 Seedgorse fan I needed to write something about him in all of the recent sadness. So Wyrm, here's that thing I asked for notes for.

Seedgorse woke slowly, he'd finally managed to doze off for a bit once he'd gotten Stemkit to stop fussing and sleep. He was grateful, once again, for their clan's tunnels and the ability to keep everyone warm throughout the harshness of leaf bare. Rainmask and his patrol had come back from the last patrol reporting storm clouds moving in fast. Riftstar had set the healthy warriors to work preparing for a possible blizzard, those who weren't already working on the quarantine tunnel. 

Shifting in his nest slowly, he blinked his eyes open and tried his best to avoid waking the ball of kits curled against him. As he blinked the sleep from his eyes he felt a fond smile blooming on his face as he looked down at his litter. Little Owlkit, his quietest, was snuggled up with Larchkit, her sister's muzzle pressed tight into Owlkit's neck fur while Stemkit had wrapped herself around Larchkit, tucked between his tail and her sister's back. 

Wait

Seedgorse bolted upright, suddenly fully awake, not concerned with how Stemkit woke with an upset mewl and the whole litter was suddenly in an uproar, waking Marcy, Turtlefreckle and several of their kits. But none of that mattered because Where was Timberkit?

“Seedgorse? Honey you look terrified what’s wrong?” Marcy’s voice was still creaky with sleep as she tried to fully come to wakefulness. Turtlefreckle turned from his own litter at her words, and Seedgorse met his gaze and saw a spark of his own fear in them.

“Timberkit isn’t here.” 

“Neither is Pricklekit.” He stood then, brushing his tail over his daughters comfortingly as he moved from their nest. Behind him he heard the older kits fussing.

“Oh stars where are Heron or Burdock!” Marcy bolted out of her nest, her and Nightkits’ voices joining the cacophony but Seedgorse was out of the tunnel then. The commotion had alerted Swiftstream on guard duty.

“Problem?”

“Some of the kits are missing- my daughter is missing-” The younger warrior’s hackles raised and the tom was moving in an instant, bolting into the warriors den to wake the rest of the clan. Within heartbeats Riftstar was in the main den organizing search patrols. Wheatpaw and the other healthy apprentices were already scouring every nook and gap they could find in the tunnels, searching for any hiding spot. Daisypaw, mask in place, was standing at the edge of the quarantine tunnel talking to a harrowed looking Fiercechasm, relaying to the rest of the ill cats to check their tunnel thoroughly. Turtlefreckle and Marcy had the kits gathered, asking them if they’d seen where their sisters had gone, or knew anything. Any possible answer for what could be happening. He couldn’t believe it, he’d only fallen asleep once the whole litter had been sleeping. Timberkit had been sound asleep-

“Seedgorse.” He startled from his… he wasn’t sure what to call it, a daze? Shock? Whatever it was, Riftstar’s voice was gentle, and his eyes held worry as he looked at Seedgorse. “The search patrols are getting ready to go out. Fogtail, Marcy, Fidgetpaw, Icypaw and Rookrise are watching the kits, Fidgetpaw will keep them busy and you know the others would rather die than lose another. Do you want to stay and watch them or-”

“I need to find her.” Riftstar didn’t look surprised, merely nodded solemnly and lead the way to the exit tunnel. Stepping out into the storm that had descended, Seedgorse saw his littermates, Frostprance and Sprucepaw waiting for them and several rapidly disappearing trails of pawprints. Riftstar didn’t need to give the order for the patrol to fan out. They paired up and the pairs stayed withing sight or sound of one another as they started to search. 

Heartbeats turned to minutes, turned to hours as Seedgorse and Riftstar searched. Silent but for an occasional call for any of the missing kits. He could faintly hear Bea and Water doing the same. But with every passing moment the dread wrapping around his heart tightened further and further. The weather was getting worse, the light sprinkle of snow merging with a driving freezing rain as a proper blizzard threatened to envelope the patrol, Star the territory, entirely. 

But the dark had descended on them, Riftstar called a halt, gathering the patrol in a copse of pines near the edge of the Twolegplace. Seedgorse’s entire body was on alert being so close to the creatures again, and he fought every hair on his pelt not to think about his poor little Timberkit being in one of those metal nests. Having those hairless paws on his baby.

“We need to return to camp.” Riftstar’s voice was raw when the patrol finally all gathered, and Seedgorse whipped around on the older tom in fury.

“What?!”

“Seedgorse-” He faintly heard Beaverfleck mew behind him but he was already looming over Riftstar. The elderly leader didn’t rise from where he sat, merely watched as Seedgorse stalked closer.

“Are you suggesting we just, what, go home? Snuggle back up in our warm nests while our kits are out here freezing to death?!” He snarled, feeling the start of tears prickling at the edge of his eyes and trying to harness the rage to avoid the desperate fear trying to overwhelm him. But then Riftstar looked up and met his eyes, and that rage was replaced by surprise at the sheer hopelessness in his leader’s eyes. Since he was a kit Riftstar had always had hope. Even when he spoke of his lost mate, he hadn’t seemed this helpless. 

“Seed, please.” Frostprance’s voice was soft when she broke the silence, he faintly noticed Riftstar turning away, hiding the tears in his own eyes, as he turned back to the rest of the patrol. Beaverfleck’s tears were visible, ready to fall, looking like she couldn’t figure out if she should go to him or not. Waterstep, while not crying like their sister, was visibly devastated, and that same helplessness he saw in Riftstar was reflected in his brother. Frostprance, their sister in all but blood, was sitting, her tail wrapped close around a shivering Sprucepaw, and while she looked calmer than any of them, it wasn’t hard to see past it to the heartbreak. Sprucepaw looked terrified, shivering from the cold as well as the fear as he tucked closer to the warrior. 

“Seed, we won’t find her like this. I’m so sorry.” Frostprance’s words were gentle, but it was the final stone removed from the pile. All of the emotions he’d been trying to mask with rage tumbled through Seedgorse and the tears started to fall. He felt himself start to sob as his siblings, his leader, and Sprucepaw clustered around him. They’d return to camp later, and Seedgorse would have to explain to his remaining daughters that he didn’t know where their sister was, didn’t know if they’d ever see her again. But for this moment, all he could do was lean into his brother, tuck his face into Beaverfleck’s fluffy neck fur, damp with her own tears, and let Frostprance and Riftstar gently groom him as he let the utter and complete devastation wash through him. 

[krems-chair]

Did Someone Say Running Back to Fiction to Cope??

It's probably safe to call this Me Losing My Mind over Veilguard 5/??

One of the things upsetting me the absolute most is no mention from the Inquisitor about Varric's death. Perhaps the most integral storytelling mechanism and all around champion of reluctant heroes has been taken away from us, and one of the people he was closest to doesn't feel even a little compelled to discuss him with his apprentice?

I'm still a little dumbfounded, clearly.

Even if we as fans didn't deserve better, Varric deserved better. I've always believed that the better the character, the better a death they deserve when it's their time to go.

So anyways. In my smooth pea brain, I can't reconcile a world in which Lavellan shows up with her unconditional love blazing without first confronting and resolving the fact that her love has led to the death of one of her closest friends. So it's back to the drawing (writing?) board to soothe my disappointed soul.

I saw a version of Varric's letter to a Solas-mancing Lavellan that was datamined and ran with it.

One: All the Words Unwritten

Charter,

Yes, the trail went cold, but we haven’t entirely lost it. Solas left us a little farewell note. So I’m not giving up just yet. Maybe it’s gullible of me, but I know the Inquisitor feels the same: Solas isn’t too far gone to save. And she’d never forgive me if I didn’t try. But I don’t think I’m wrong here. Solas didn’t have to warn me and Harding off the chase when he could’ve killed us like the others who came after him. I don’t think he wants to do this. So, I’m taking the chance. Tell the Inquisitor…tell her I’ll bring him back.

—Varric

Her first tear spatters onto the parchment. The final sentence becomes an ink-stained massacre, and she throws it far away before she can lose any more of the handwriting she’ll never again see waiting for her above the seal representing his best friend’s house. Her palms bite into the unsanded wood, welcoming the bite of pain as she shoves back from the recovered tree stump she’s been using as a desk.

“Inquisitor.”

Morrigan’s voice doesn’t register, hardly rises over the sound of blood rushing through her ears like an open wound. Gods, wrong comparison . But there it is, playing out against the darkness of her eyelids every time she blinks to try and stem the flow of more tears. The wound in Varric’s chest, gushing with no one to hold pressure over it, to ensure the rise and fall of his sternum until help could arrive, no one to watch his back because the woman who did it best is no longer able to. This too, is her fault, and there has hardly been a conversation in the years that followed where she hasn’t looked into Varric’s quieter, sadder eyes and wanted to beg him for a forgiveness she knows he’d have frowned at her for needing. 

It had been her job to keep him safe now, her promise to Hawke that the choice to become another martyred hero in Ferelden’s bloody history wasn’t in vain. And here was the proof at last that she was every inch the fantasy-addled fool bards wrote about when inspiration ran dry. Here was the proof that her hope was a mantle, weighing down everyone around her until there was nothing left but blurred ink and bloodstained pages in the famed Inquisitor Lavellan’s wake. 

[wc-confessions]

Alright I have a feeling this might get some people mad but I think it might need to be said, I think some people in this fandom are getting a little too...I guess "restrictive" (for lack of a better word) on what others ship. I'm all for pointing out a ship is weird or gross but I think people are getting a little silly about it

(Disclaimer: NO, IM NOT A PROSHIPPER, I ACTUALLY THINK THAT STUFF IS PRETTY NASTY)

In any other fandom, doing shit like shipping cousins (of any kind) would be weird, but this is Warrior Cats and literally nobody can keep track of who is who's cousin or aunt or distantly related half-nephew or whatever. It especially gets me when the characters are only related through some family tree bs and most people wouldn't even know they're related in the first place

As for ages, most people apply the logic that if the characters met while one was an adult and the other wasn't, then it's weird. Which I can mostly agree with, but the issue is that it makes a whole lot of ships supposedly weird

(Although I think one thing we can all agree on is that mentor x apprentice ships are odd. Get out of here OneWhite and TinySparrow)

Y'know what here's some examples of ships that would supposedly be weird to ship in the fandom's eyes if we apply all of this:

TawnyFeather (second cousins)

BrackenSorrel (Brackenfur has his warrior name by the time Sorreltail is born)

MothPool (substantially interacted while Leafpool was still young)

IvyFern (like, third cousins?? And Ivypool was a warrior before Fernsong was even born)

BreezeHeather (Second cousins?? Retcons made Ashfoot and Onestar siblings)

BlossomThorn (like a 6 year age gap where they were in the same clan)

WhistleFrost (Whistlepaw got the Whitewing treatment and is around Splashtail's age)

Does anyone see a problem??

My point is that Warriors has such a strange way of doing things and pairing cats together that almost every ship is gonna have something strange going on. I think there are lines to be drawn (for example everyone knows that Cloudtail and Squirrel are cousins so shipping them would be weird), but if not even a character knows who they're related to and ends up marrying their first cousin then how are the fans supposed to care

This also applies to ships that would literally never work out in canon but could have an interesting dynamic, like DarkTiger (yes guys, I know that they're first cousins and Darkstripe was his apprentice-but keep in mind that those are both re-connect as hell and never even mentioned in book. I'm pretty sure most people think of it as a one-sided thing anyways) or HawkMud or fucking OneFire or whatever

I have a lot to say but that's the gist of it. These things have nuance, especially in a series like this where everybody is related and nobody even knows it or characters age kinda weird

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[dead-freight]

was tagged by @futuristicdoormats789 to list 9 books i want to read in 2025! i don't know if i'll have all 9 for you... longtime fans will tell you that mech is a terrible reader. i started house of leaves a year and a half ago and still haven't finished it. but i'll put down a list of the books on my nightstand that i'm hoping to get around to soon lmao.

House of Leaves (in progress) - yeah i'm still working on this one. i love it but i fell off last year during the summer and i really need to pick it back up.

Assassin's Apprentice (in progress) - literally the exact same story with this one T_T

Madhouse at the End of the Earth - i was so excited about this one. i bought it and it's been sitting here next to my keyboard for about a week. this one got talked about at terror camp and all the terrors seem to love it so i plan to start it SOON but i'm fighting against myself about that. anyway

May We Be Spared to Meet on Earth

The North Water - somebody mentioned this in TESS months ago and it stuck in my memory as a title i wanted to have... i don't know anything about it i'll be real with you. but i have it now and it's on my list.

This Is How You Lose the Time War

Fahrenheit 451 - trying to read some of those more well-known classic literature books. saw it at the bookstore and felt compelled.

uhh i'm bad at tagging people so if you see this feel free to do it and tag me but @wolffwood @monstroe1izasue @wormsinperil @thepaleelf i'm curious if any of yall have a list... no pressure tho <3

[octuscle]

I'm 21 and working on building sites. It's a really hard job but school wasn't my favourite. I'd likte to work with my hands. Sometimes we're working besides or in direct view of these big advertising boards seeing the young models for calvin kline, tommy hilfiger and so on. Then I dream to be a model myself like them. Ok, it's not working with my hands but withy body. Is there a chronivac model agency helpping me change my job?

Well… I'll see what I can do… I mean, you don't look bad… But I'll see what I can do.

When you look at the big billboard across from the construction site the next morning, you can't help but reach into your pants and massage your cock. Fuck, the guy in the photo is already an extremely handsome guy. A bit smooth, a bit effeminate. But he certainly gets every chick. And every guy. Fuck, that makes you so horny. You need to jerk off urgently on the porta-potty. But now to work. And if you don't work, at least drive the apprentices. The job as foreman has its advantages. If need be, you can let others do your work.

During your lunch break, you can get a salad at the deli around the corner. And a large mineral water. And after lunch, you do a few pull-ups on a scaffold. The other guys here could really do more for themselves. Only hard work does not form a perfect body. And smoking and drinking beer don't help at all. Anyway, it's not your business. Everyone as he wants.

After work you go to the pool. It's just part of your daily routine. Relaxes the body. Challenges your body. Shapes your body. And since you don't usually get to it in the morning before work, you shave after your hour of freestyle swimming and apply body lotion to your body. You save the styling of your hair. Just a hair treatment. You will now eat a bowl and drink two liters of water. And then to bed. Eight hours of sleep is your minimum.

You start your next working day with a selfie. In the morning there is no dust on your skin. That's how your followers like you. A little bit the guy from the construction site, a little bit the dreamy boy. Before you even put your phone back in your pocket, you have two dozen likes. And a scolding from your foreman. Maybe the diva can lend a hand. They're real rednecks. Somehow you don't belong here.

During your lunch break, you go through your messages. Strike! An invitation to a casting. Your big dream comes true. This is your ticket to the red carpet to the world of the rich and beautiful. But first you have to raise a wall. You are still dreaming your dream.

The next morning you ask yourself whether you should have learned a real job. Get up at 4:00 a.m., an hour at the gym, and at 6:00 a.m. the first photo shoot. You have to laugh at yourself. What kind of real job should you be doing? You have everything you always wanted. Living in hotels and airports. Tons of followers and fans. You're booked solid for the next 14 months.

But sometimes it's really exhausting to be yelled at by a photographer in the morning sun, to finally look a little bit dreamier. But what won't you do for $1,000 an hour?

[bonniethebookbunny]

Now I'm onto Loki! It kind of becomes a fic outline under the cut and I may or may not writ it. In the mean time anyone else can.

This has been rattling around my brain forever: we need more asgardian!reader and alien!reader. Recently I've been finding it difficult to imagine Loki with anyone from earth unless it happened pre-Thor.

I'm a big fan of Loki not being the the villain in avengers. I like to think after Thor left him on Svartalfheim Loki didn't go to Asgard. He left the nine realms all together to a realm that had either never interacted with Asgard or had a neutral relationship with them. On that realm he heals and meets reader who works at the royal library he frequents.

For asgardian!reader I lean more towards the relationship starting in their teen years.

asgardian!reader who is the child of a lower ranking lord and lady of the court and met the princes when they were all young.

asgardian!reader who drifted more towards Loki as they were also learning magic

asgardian!reader who became an apprentice to the head archivist of the royal asgardian library and archive and sees Loki as their best friend

From here on it kinda becomes the outline for a fic

most people who saw them together thought they would marry once they became of age

once they both come of age they have to maintain a level of distance because of their positions to maintain propriety but it's still clear to everyone around them (except thor and his friends) that they have feelings for each other

Loki fully intends to get permission from Odin and reader's parents to begin a courtship as soon as possible

of course as Loki gains a reputation as a liar and trickster people start to pity asgardian!reader and tell them they deserve better but they don't let that get to them

when Loki finally asks Odin for permission to begin a courtship he is denied because "it would not be right for the younger prince to be married before the elder." but in reality he doesn't want to risk Loki getting reader pregnant and having the baby look like/be a jotunn.

loki is upset and continues to push until Odin outright forbids him from breaching the topic of courtship with him again (Frigga tries to get him to change his mind but in the end doesn't fight much because she thinks Loki will get over his first love)

asgardian!reader is devastated but settles in to wait for Odin to change his mind

ofc course the rest of asgard isn't aware of this and once they pass the age when most courtships are enacted thinks Loki is leading her on which only makes his reputation worse

at this point the warriors three become somewhat aware of what's going on: they think Loki is playing a cruel prank on asgardian!reader which leads to more hatred forming between them

before the coronation asgadian!reader who is now a full fledged archivist goes on a diplomatic mission with their coworkers and they don't comeback until a month after Loki fell into the void

when they hear about what happened to Loki they rush to Frigga who happens to be in the presence of Odin and once Frigga confirms the truth (including the whole adopted thing but reader doesn't care about that) they breakdown

Odin feels a tiny bit guilty but not enough for him to regret his decision to block the courtship

asgardian!reader who spends the next few years mourning Loki. they don't find out about Loki being alive until his supposed death on Svartalfheim which would have been their last straw if Loki hadn't accidently revealed himself (either through something he says or does) almost immediately after he started impersonating Odin

they secretly prepare the nine realms for Thanos

Thor: Ragnarok happens basically the same with asgardian!reader staying on asgard to sort of spy on Hela

once asgard is truly destroyed asgardian!reader and Loki sort of stop caring about what's proper and spend all the time the can together, they sit close together hug each other in the morning and before going to sleep, basically anything without kissing each other in front of everyone

of course most of the asgardians barely notice including Thor and his friends but Bruce and Brunnhilde? they notice almost immediately

asgardian!reader and Loki help the remaining healers take care of the sick and injured

thanos doesn't find them (yeah in my head those first few minutes of infinity war don't exist) so they make it to earth 6 months later

The UN is very involved in situating the asgardians in norway, they have a trial for Loki who tells them everything about Thanos and what he's done to prepare the nine realms for his appearance

earth isn't happy that Loki is there but someone made the good point "We have to look at the bigger picture. Earth is stepping into the wider universe and we have to consider how it would look turning away the asgardian refugees."

knowing they can't imprison him they give him a modified house arrest: he can't leave the settlement without explicit permission and an escort and the avengers are going to monitor him for 6 months before they swap out with UN officers.

through out all of this the avengers and the UN have learned about all the royal family drama through spying and Thor unknowingly giving them info and have come to realize the picture everyone has painted of Loki isn't the most accurate

one morning everyone is eating breakfast in the temporary food hall (asgardians, avengers, UN officials, construction volunteers) and Thor, Lady Eir and some random advisor are talking about doing something to raise moral amongst the asgardians and Tony is like "shame you're not getting married point-break. people love a royal wedding" then Eir is looks at Loki then reader and says "a courtship would have the same effect"

when asgardian!reader joins them Loki's asks them on the spot

thor is confused because he didn't think Loki actually had feelings for them and asks why he's only asking now Loki responds "the allfather forbid me from courting them. something about it reflecting poorly on the family if the younger prince was married before the older."

asgardian!reader adds on "But Odin is dead and Asgard is gone. His word is no longer law."

[idrellegames]

Hello !! I am a huge fan of your game. I will likely buy your Patreon, that is if I'm not short on money anymore. I do have a couple of questions, if that's alright!

1) I've been playing the game on Itch.io, and currently there's only two episodes. I was wondering if episode 3 is out (or even more of them).

2) If it is, is it only playable on your Patreon?

3) Which Patreon subscription allows you to play the game?

4) If it does happen, when would it be fully released to the public? Would it be downloadable?

I'll be waiting for an answer! I've never been so hyped for a game before haha. I NEED to play it ASAP. Wayfarer is genuinely amazing.

Lots of love !!

Hi there!

To answer your questions:

1) Is Episode 3 out?

Yes, but only partially. Episode 3 is in development and the alpha version is playable on my Patreon.

Because the alpha build and the public build share meta data, if you have a public build save you can load it directly into the alpha build and pick up where you left off. You will not need to replay from the beginning (with one exception - saves from June 24, 2023 and before will have errors).

Episode 3 is incomplete and not all routes are playable at this time. Currently, the alpha build only contains content for the following variations:

Aeran's romance reconciliation

Aeran's friendship reconciliation

Breaking off your friendship/romance with Aeran at the apartment

Aeran's low romance (if you do not go to Melchior's party and return to the apartment)

Sleeping with Veyer

All other Episode 2 endings (Melchior, Kit, drunk route, etc) will lead to an Under Construction page.

There is approximately 480,000 total words in the Episode 3 alpha build (individual playthrough count is unknown as I won't be calculating that until the whole episode is finished).

2) If it is, is it only playable on your Patreon?

Yes! The alpha build is only playable through my Patreon.

3) Which Patreon subscription allows you to play the game?

The Recruit tier. This also gives you access to full sneak peeks of WIP content and the Wayfarer Patreon discord server.

If you're interested in other Wayfarer bonus content (such as the short stories), those come with the next tier up, Apprentice.

4) If it does happen, when would it be fully released to the public? Would it be downloadable?

Wayfarer Episode 3 will not be released on the public build until the Episode 4 alpha is finished.

At this time I am still working on Episode 3, so it will still be a long wait. My goal has always been to get the alpha build to a state where it is always one full episode ahead of the public build; unfortunately Episode 3 is a beast of an episode, which is why the public build hasn't had an update in a couple years and it may be another one before it is updated.

I am not releasing a downloadable version of the game until it is finished. Keeping it online only during the development process makes patching and updates much, much easier on my end.

If you want to play offline, then I'd suggest downloading the game with the itch.io desktop app. However, fair warning - the app does not always play nice with HTML games and you may run into some save and display issues.

I hope that helps!

[crackedhrglass]

omg hiii, im sending this on tumblr since the strawpage word limit is..not my favorite thing to work with BUT!! i love your jimmy, he is soo cute and I love the way you characterize him in your fics! srsly he's like,,, when I think of jimmy I think of YOUR version of him LMAOO

um but i was weonderin... can you perchance info dump a little more about ur version of jim, I need to know all the deets about him, he's too cute for me to stay away . LIKE, how was his at-home life when he was younger,? what made him get into biking? is his dad in the picture, was he ever at all??? does he like anything specific?? any hobbies besides yknow biking and all LOL?? did he have any exes?? anyone before stan? or was stan like completely his first relationship?

sorry for the tons of questions, hes just so interesting LMAO

i'm SO sorry this took so long to answer. thanks sm for such a nice message! i love when people connect to my version of jimmy, so asks like this make me so happy!! he's basically an OC atp since my i'm pretty sure my depiction is far from what AH had in mind, but oh well. i like him better this way lol, and i'm glad you do too <3

this was much longer than i thought it would be, so i'm putting it under a cut LMAO

the way i hc his childhood is on the poorer side, born and raised in texas, with a lot of siblings. he's somewhere in the middle, so he's often forgotten about, but his mom tries to make up for it once he gets a little older. they end up developing a tight bond and he takes care of her once he's in his 60's.

his dad abandoned the family a couple years after he was born, and their mutual strained relationships with their fathers is something he and stan bond over. he doesn't know if his dad's even still alive, but he has no desire to meet ever meet him anyway.

he always felt kind of lost within his own family which is why he gravitated towards the biker scene, and formed a "gang" with his closest friends as a sort of pseudo-family. stan constantly makes fun of his attire, but jimmy knows it's not that serious so he lets it slide (he also thinks stan's a piss-poor judge of fashion anyway lmao)

i also hc football as something that he and stan ALWAYS argue over (stan is a giants fan, jimmy is a cowboys fan). stan likes having a friend that he can actually shoot the shit about sports with since ford never cared for them and neither do soos, wendy, or the kids. jimmy is literally the only person who understands stan's obsession w football.

unlike stan, jimmy knew from a young age that he was gay, and never bothered having any relationships or hookups with women. he's had a FEW sporadic relationships with men, but nobody really clicked with him the way stan did. after stan, he never got into another relationship.

other hobbies are cars (ofc lol), as he's been working in auto shops since he was a teenager and manages his own as an adult. in the jimstan teen au, i hc this as the way he and stan meet! stan gets a summer job to help buy more supplies to fix up the stan o'war (ford could never be bothered to get a job lmao) and meets the hot, grungy apprentice mechanic from a different school.

i also see him as the type of guy that's prob amazing at pool. he takes stan to a bar for one their dates and stan tries to show off for him, but gets completely demolished by jimmy in record time lol

when he visits his mom, he likes helping her in the garden. stan's the only soul who knows about this. when she eventually dies, he refuses to sell her house and continues to maintain the garden in her memory, even planting some of his own flowers.

he's a SUCKER for pictures. he needs to snap pictures of EVERYTHING, he's such a sap for sentimental memories (he doesn't scrapbook, but i still think if he ever met mabel, the two would become fast friends). his apartment is covered in framed pictures of his mom, sporadic pictures of him with a few of his siblings, his biker gang, and of course, stan. after their break-up, jimmy takes those pictures down, but he still keeps them well-protected.

uses a LOT of products in his hair to get it looking as shiny and soft as it is. stan was in heaven during those first few weeks that jimmy let him crash at his place and use his shampoo, it was like he was a new man.

like stan, he started smoking as a teenager, though he always felt bad for lying to his mom about his habit. when she got sick, he cut back significantly.

def much smoother than stan overall, but still a huge dork. for the leader of a biker gang, he was usually very neat and punctual, not really one for breaking the law unless he felt it was absolutely necessary (when it involved stan, he was convinced more easily).

oh and this one i harp about all the time, but i really prefer a jimmy snakes that is completely detached from anomalies, the supernatural, or any other kind of gravity falls weirdness. i know this directly goes against the very, VERY little "canon" lore we're given of him, but i really prefer him to represent the side of stan's life that is more firmly grounded in reality and the mundane, more "normal" and domestic, while ford is the weird, fantastical side where he hunts monsters and engages in forbidden taboos.

thanks again for asking! i love talking about jimstan and jimmy in general!!

[thatawkwardmoth]

Ideally, if Scott and Emma had kids in the main comics, would you want Megan and Ruby to co-exist? Or do you consider them similar enough to be multiversal variants of the same person, a Cable/X-man or Hope Pym/Nadia Van Dyne situation. I tend to lean toward option 2, but it would be interesting to see them try to get along in option 1.

(But also writers need to remember Emma's actual original surrogate daughter, the Hellion Catseye. She's both a daughter and a cat, which is peak cuteness. She should get a chance to hang out with her posh cuckoo sisters and/or help her mom troll her current stepdad Tony.)

(P.P.S. Emma and the Cuckoos need to meet Tony's AI daughter Friday.)

I want them to coexist. Scott Summers is meant to be a girl dad, he's meant to have a large family. I love Megan, Ruby, Megan's siblings (the one named Alex goes straight to my heart, he and his brother might fight a lot but he loves Havok so much), all of them. Emma is meant to be a mom and not in the way where it's like "she's not fulfilled until she's a mom". Her biggest fear was turning out like her father (the way she acted with the Hellions and getting them killed, the small thought she had where she was like 'im just like him'). With Megan and Ruby both, their stories boast about an understanding mother, one who was caring. She was the White Queen to everyone else but she was the mom Hazel Frost never was. Attentive, caring, not just focused on image and perfection.

Like how she is with the Cuckoos. She's a little awkward because they're teenagers but multiple times she's seen worrying about them, caring about their feelings. When they didn't return home from the first Hellfire Gala when it was sunrise, when they approached her about becoming the new White Queen, when Esme told her about her and Nathan's relationship and she helped her through that.

And Catseye being overlooked is really annoying. Because they pulled this Emma and Kate like Emma has always had her eye on Kitty being her apprentice, even though they butt heads a lot in older comics. Catseye probably wouldn't have been made Red Queen but maybe someone on Emma's team of people at Hellfire HQ.

I honestly loved the things they did with Empath still working for Emma while with the newer Hellions team. She still cares about them obviously. They're all alive on Krakoa, there is a scene where Empath is being yelled at by them because he let Sinister use their team name.

I personally am not a big fan of the Tony Stark/Emma Frost thing. I enjoyed it when it was a fling but Emma is a strong fighter for mutant rights. AVX and the other superhero teams reactions (FF4) to Krakoa were very revealing, showing how the Avengers viewed mutants and mutantkind having another nation. Tony Stark can say he's sorry a lot but it doesn't change the fact that Emma canonically holds grudges, she's always waiting for a way to get you back. They're cute together but only if you ignore the countless times Avengers have slandered the mutants, even when having mutants on their team.

Meeting Friday would be adorable, I will admit.

Anyway, I'm rambling and frazzled from work so this might not make sense.

[triscribe]

Tagged by @crystalshard! Thanks!

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most Hits

Su Cuy'gar, Vod - Star Wars the Clone Wars & Jedi Apprentice crossover, time travel and canon divergence, etc etc "Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat."

2nd Most Kudos

Under Their Noses - Harry Potter, canon divergence And to think, none of the rest of it would have happened had Hedwig not decided to deposit her natural waste products atop Draco Malfoy’s head…

3rd Most Comments

Double Act - My Hero Academia, first installment of my Doubles AU and still one of my proudest accomplishments when it comes to actually finishing a fic In which Shimura Tenko grows up to become Kowasu, the Deconstruction Hero, unknowingly shaping the world around him as he goes. Featuring such changes as: Izuku developing a lot more self-confidence in himself as a child, the Todoroki kids getting themselves and their mother out from under Endeavor's control, Aizawa learning that young fans might not be such a bad thing, and Yagi having three very determined family members supporting him during his final years as All Might. Oh, and All for One getting hit in the face with a child's shoe; that's a very important thing that happens.

4th Most Bookmarks

A Familiar's Work is Never Done - Harry Potter, possibly my favorite one-shot ever (Have you ever read a time travel fix-it where a bird is the one to travel to the past? No? Didn't think so, which is why I decided one needed to be written.)

5th Most Words

Collecting Kids - Star Wars the Clone Wars, next generation with a BIG cast of characters both canon and original, highly self-indulgent Luminara slowly blinked, and the child peeking out from behind Gree’s legs blinked back.

And Fewest Words

A Quick Word - MCU, specifically Avengers: IW, and quite appropriately titled for this particular category A missing scene from Infinity War, in which Tony Stark doesn't like it when people hold guns to his kid's head, and takes a moment to let that fact be known.

And that's that! I'm not gonna fool with tagging specific folks, if this looks fun feel free to jump in!