#i've been immersed in stuff lately

[expectiations]

https://www.tumblr.com/expectiations/761756220818325504/reading-fate-the-winx-saga-vol-1-dark-destiny?source=share

Beatrix's sisters are Isobel and Darcy (mentioned at the end of season 2). The author even admitted this, but she changed it because she doesn't own the rights to the characters of Icy and Darcy (bad excuse) she doesn't know how to write, because she admitted that she could have done nothing. The second volume will probably rewrite the sisters' part due to complaints.

Also, haven't you noticed the inconsistencies it has with the series? The second season makes it clear that no one can enter the Realm of Darkness, no one can do it. And we have two characters entering it like it's nothing.

And if they don't rewrite the Beatrix sisters thing, they'll probably do it in a third volume. So no, Beatrix and Bloom aren't sisters. It's just a stupidity from an author and a publisher who don't know how to write, which will most likely change in the third volume, if there is one.

Oh thank you so much for this! My whiplash was valid.

I do remember Beatrix's sisters on the show as I recently finished season 2 when I read the comic. The inconsistencies were glaring but as a friend pointed out, I have too much optimism. I was like "???" the entire time but also "maybe the author has a point or something in here" which was why these pictures were at the forefront of that post.

I know the inconsistencies were there but I also had too much faith in the author. Something along the lines of "surely they must have a reason for giving the green light to the production of this material" but apparently not 🥴

Besides, as a Farah (and Silrah) girlie first and foremost, I will always grab at straws of any indication she's existing out there somewhere, disregarding how s1 ended lmao don't even get me started on how she died. It's on sight for those mfs who wrote that wtf ending for her.

Yes, yes, I know we had to lose Farah to get Rhaenys blah blah. I can still complain about the shoddy writing though. I love FTWS but I can also understand why it was cancelled lol

[creatediana]

"The Duke of Somerset 2" - a(nother) drawing of the actor Brian Deacon in Henry VI, Part 2 (1983) directed by Jane Howell, done 1/29/2024 in about 10 or 15 minutes with one piece of willow charcoal and no erasing

[chiropteracupola]

hm well if you must have the characters in your nineteenth-century novel call each other by their first names, then it is nice when they happen to have first names that are very easily taken for surnames

[arcadequeerz]

@fullmoondagger

I'm up to anything really! Somethin silly, something serious, horror related, am up 2 absolutely anything d:p Podcast, YT Series, or TV Series- i just need somethin new to check out.

[lunarmochi]

what i've been up to lately

i finished the interior of my base!

i have a very specific way i like to organize chests, so it was hell getting this storage system finished. i had to split up my system so i utilized as many chests as possible, but even then, i still have some left LMAO

also grinding for all that glow ink. genuinely such an annoying thing to grind for. you have to find a big cave, then search for large bodies of water, and sometimes there aren't even any glow squids... it's a whole thing

i made a little lava farm under the stairs, too. i think it's pretty cute! c: i like how compact it is

i've also been exploring a lot. i feel like 70% of my time on minecraft is spent down in caves LMAO

also found a weird water glitch recently, while searching for stuff.

[screampied]

hi vegas how are u!!!!!! i was curious, are there any fics (like porn WITH plot kinda fics) that you would DIE ON A HILL for? i've been on this fanfic kick lately and after reading every single one of ur DELICIOUS works i need more!!! love u and ur writing sm i hope you have the best day/night <3

hi nonnie im doing okay !!!! i hope you’re doing well also 🙂‍↕️🫵 ack ur so sweet thank u sm u too :’) FUCK YEAHHHHHH. i probably don’t have many but i can name a few of my fav pwp driven fics for yew !!!!

AU REVOIR, O HEAVEN by @satoruhour is literally chef’s kiss. noooo joke reading that entire fic from start to end was like i was watching a movie. YOU GOTTA READ IT. veryyyy immersive, and there’s a follow up part two which tops the cake !!!!! this is literature right here mmmngh

DYING FOR YOUR LOVE by @staryukis was an INSANEEEE READ. i love a good zombie! au ‘n if ur into stuff like that this is totally up your alley. also the ANGST IS TOP TIER. i genuinely read this in one sitting and it DIDNT DISAPPOINT. logan has a masterlist i believe for more works like these id rec also !!!!

HEARTSTRINGS & BULLETS by @sttoru IS A MUST READDDDD. i literally got hooked on the first chapter, the tension build up is amazing. toji ‘n reader getting introduced to each other — the difference in personalities, I LOVED IT. literally once you start, it’s immersive and the flow is YUM. again, also felt like i was watching a movie / netflix show. karina also has a masterlist for this series i’d rec checking out for more !!!

FIVE HUSBANDS by @kingkonoha are you kidding. the way the endings of each chap would have me off the edge of my SEAT. this is an attack on titan! au and i think tay said it’s based off the book ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’. this series is soooooooo good, i literally live for the drama. it’s completed, and i can’t wait to give it a reread bc it’s AMAZING.

these are all i can think from the top of my head for now !!! 🏌️‍♀️

[xiaominghao]

Nothing

Genre: Fluff.

Pairing: idol!Chan x reader.

Warnings: none.

Yuin's note: I wrote this short drabble to warm me up a little, I've been thinking about all the hybe stuff and it makes me anxious, hope it helps someone out there too ;3;

"y/n" Chan's voice resonated in your chest. A soft "hm" from you made him understand that you were listening. "I like doing nothing with you."

"What does that mean?" You lowered the phone and leave it away while a giggle escaped your lips.

"Work has been really hard lately." Chan sighed with a sad gesture, so to comfort him, you started to gently stroke his hair. "It’s getting really stressful. That's why I like coming to your apartment, it’s so quite"

"And there’s not work to do" Your playful voice made Chan laugh.

"That's right, I don't have any obligations." Chan wrapped his arm around your waist in a warm hug, resting his face against your neck. "And I get to spend time with my favorite person".

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a small kiss on the top of his head; his hair had a soft fruity scent that made you smile.

"I see you still buy the same shampoo as I do," you whispered, curling a strand of his hair between your fingers.

"You might think it's silly," Chan's voice sounded low, almost fragile. "But... it reminds me of you; it comforts me when I'm away."

His words were kind of… Painful to hear. You had always assumed that being physically apart was hard for him, but it was at that moment that you truly knew. You breathed slowly and deeply, small tears appeared at the corners of your eyes and you wiped them away before he noticed, although he seemed too immersed in the moment to realize.

"I think it's sweet," you rested your face against his hair, your gaze wandering as you stroked his back with your thumb. "In fact, I’ll copy you; I’ll start buying your perfumes."

Both of you laughed softly, in unison. "Ah, I love doing nothing with you."

[natsaffection]

Mafias Mistress pt. 3 | N.R

MafiaBoss!Natasha x CivilianYounger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), Gore, guns, heavy BDSM themes, restraint to a chair (sexuell), Begging, multiple orgasm, strap on (r receiving) oral and fingering (r receiving) overstimulation, passing out during sex (Natasha’s Intension)

Word Count: 5,1k

A/N: next chapter will be the reveal 0.0

As you immerse yourself in your work as a journalist, you prick up your ears at the rumors about the presence of mafia gangs in the area. The rumors of danger and intrigue sent a shiver down your spine and aroused a feeling of unease that you couldn't quite shake.

Your colleague Jake leaned over from his desk, a worried look on his face. "You've heard about all this stuff, haven't you? It's crazy what's going on right now... mafia activities? Here?"

You nod and frown worriedly. "Yes, I've heard things too. To be honest, it makes me a little nervous." Jake's eyes widen with curiosity. "You don't think it could be related to your recent investigation, do you?"

You shrug, a worried look darkening your features. "I'm not sure. But I can't shake the feeling that there is more to this story than meets the eye."

With a heavy sigh, you turn back to your computer, your fingers flickering over the keyboard as you scroll through the latest reports. The headlines were emblazoned with violence and corruption, painting a grim picture of a city in turmoil.

But amidst the chaos, your thoughts turned to the task at hand. You waited, determined to uncover the truth behind the rumors and shed light on the dark underbelly of the city's criminal underworld. And as you delve deeper into your investigation, you know that you are treading on dangerous ground and risking everything to get to the bottom of the truth.

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In the cozy confines of your shared apartment, you and Natasha moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, the pleasant scent of herbs and spices filling the air as you prepared dinner together. The soft glow of the candlelight warmed the room, bathing everything in a soft golden hue.

As you worked side by side, chopping vegetables and stirring pots on the stove, Natasha couldn't help but notice the concentrated frown on your forehead, a telltale sign that something was on your mind.

"Is everything okay?" Natasha asked in a low, worried voice as she looked over at you. You took a moment to steady your hands before continuing your work. "Yes, everything is fine," you said in a tone that was not to be disdained.

Natasha raised an eyebrow questioningly, her gaze lingering on your worried expression. "You seem distracted. Is something on your mind?" You sat, put down your knife, and turned to Natasha. "I... I was doing research for work... and found out a few things that... I don't know..." you admitted, your voice sounding uncertain.

Natasha's curiosity was piqued. "Research? About what?" You hesitate, unsure of how to broach the subject. But when you met Natasha's eyes, you knew you couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. "It's about the recent increase in mafia activity in the city," you confess, your words hanging heavy in the air between you.

Natasha's expression darkened, a shadow cast over her features as she processed your revelation. "Mafia activity?" she repeated, her voice tight with concern. You nod solemnly. "Yes. It's been all over the news lately. There have been reports of violence and corruption, and... and I wonder if there's more to it."

As the heaviness of your words washed over her, Natasha's mind raced to the dangers lurking in the shadows. She knew the risks of getting caught in the criminal underworld all too well, and the thought of you being caught in the crossfire filled her with a sense of dread.

"Y/n," Natasha began, her voice sounding concerned as she gently touched her cheek, "I don't want you to get any more involved than you already might be. It could be dangerous..." But your expression hardened, your eyes meeting Natasha's with steely determination. "I have to, Natasha," you insisted, your voice firm. "This story needs to be told. People deserve to know what's really going on out there."

Natasha felt panic rising within her, the fear of losing you to the dangers lurking in the shadows threatening to consume her. She knew she had to do something, protect her lover from the dangerous path they were determined to take.

"Y/n, please," Natasha pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as she gripped her hands tightly in her own, "You don't understand. It's not safe out there. You could get hurt, or worse." But you stood your ground, your resolve unwavering in the face of Natasha's pleas. "I know the risks, Natasha," you replied, your voice remaining firm despite the turmoil of emotions raging inside you.

"I have to," you insisted, your voice unwavering. "This is my job, my responsibility. I can't just walk away from it." Natasha felt a wave of frustration rise within her, her instincts urging her to assert her dominance over you and force you into submission. "Y/n, I won’t-!“

A wave of emotion washed over Natasha, causing her to step back and reconsider her course of action. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and push aside the overwhelming urge to assert control over you. She knew she would have to be gentler and more understanding if she wanted to convince her to abandon her dangerous endeavor.

"Y/n," Natasha said quietly, her voice free of the earlier sharpness, "I know you want to make a difference. But there are other, safer ways to do that. Please don't put yourself in danger like that. I couldn't bear to lose you." As she spoke, Natasha reached out to take your hands in hers, her touch gentle and comforting. And in that moment, she knew she would do anything to protect the person she loved, even if it meant standing by and watching them leave the fight.

With a forced nod, "You're right. I'm sorry." Your words rang hollow, even to your own ears, but you knew you had to appease Natasha for now. Natasha's expression softened, a hint of relief crossing her features as she squeezed your hands gently. "Thank you, Detka," she murmured, her voice laced with gratitude and concern. But as they stood there, locked in a silent embrace, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that was gnawing at you. You knew you were lying to Natasha, knew you couldn't just run away from the truth you were seeking.

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As tensions in the criminal underworld continued to escalate over the next few weeks, Natasha was faced with a difficult decision. The other gangs became increasingly aggressive, making small but calculated moves to undermine her authority. It was clear that they saw her refusal to accept her offer as a sign of weakness and were determined to use it to their own advantage.

With each passing day, Natasha felt the pressure mounting, the weight of her responsibility tightening like a vice on her shoulders. Blood stained the streets, a grim reminder of the violence that lurked just beyond the city's facade. The stench of death hung heavy in the air, a constant presence that lingered in every shadow, every dark alley.

Natasha gathered Maria and a select few men she trusted most and called a meeting, the dim light casting eerie shadows across the room. As they entered the room, their faces grim and determined, Natasha felt a surge of pride rise within her. These were her allies, her comrades, and together they would face whatever challenges lay before them, no matter what the cost.

"Thank you all for coming," Natasha began, her voice low and commanding as she addressed the group. "As you know, the situation has become increasingly tense over the past few weeks. Our enemies are growing bolder with each passing day, and it is clear that they will stop at nothing to see us fall."

She paused, letting her words hang in the air like a death sentence before continuing. "But I refuse to let that happen. We have worked too hard and sacrificed too much to allow our enemies to dictate the terms of this war. It's time to show them that we are not to be trifled with and that we will fight tooth and nail to defend what is ours."

A murmur of agreement ran through the room, the tension palpable as everyone in attendance prepared for what was to come. Natasha could see the fire in her eyes, the hunger for vengeance that mirrored her own.

"we will strike in the morning," Natasha declared, her voice cold and unyielding. "We will show them no mercy or pardon. They brought this on themselves and will pay the price for their arrogance." Her words hung heavy in the air, a silent promise of the carnage to come. Yet amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of hope, a chance that peace would reign again.

As Natasha's words hung heavy in the air, a tense silence filled the room. Yet amid the silence, Natasha noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. One of her men reached for the gun tucked into his waistband, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Instinctively, Natasha's hand reached for the holster at her side, her senses on high alert. "Don't even think about it," she growled, her voice deep and dangerous, looking the would-be attacker in the eyes.

The man froze, his fingers hovering over the gun, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I-I was just..." he stammered, his voice getting quieter as he searched for an excuse. Natasha's gaze bored into him with unrelenting intensity, her own hand ready to draw her gun at a moment's notice.

As you entered the room with your usual cheerful demeanor, your eyes roamed over the assembled group, pausing briefly at the tense expressions that greeted you. You felt the palpable tension in the air and frowned in confusion.

"H-Hey, everyone.." you greeted, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty as you took in the somber atmosphere. "Did I interrupt something? I-I'm sorry!"

Natasha's gaze softened as she met your eyes, her heart aching at the sight of her innocence in the midst of her world of shadows and violence. "It's okay, I thought you were coming later? Did something happen?" she said in a soft voice as she stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I thought I'd surprise you by coming early..."

But even as you said those words, Natasha couldn't shake the unease that was gnawing at her insides. She knew she couldn't keep you in the dark forever, couldn't shield you from the harsh realities of her world. "We're almost done here, wait for me in the living room, okay?"

As you looked around the room, your eyes lingering on each person in turn, Natasha felt a surge of protectiveness wash over her. She would do anything to protect you, to keep you safe from the dangers that lurked right outside your door. And as she met your eyes once more, she silently vowed to do whatever it took to protect the person she loved, even if it meant facing her own demons.

A few hours later, as the last of her colleagues left the room, Maria stayed behind, watching Natasha with an unreadable expression on her face. Feeling the unwavering gaze of her right hand, Natasha straightened her shoulders, preparing herself for the conversation that lay ahead.

"Natasha," Maria began, her voice soft but firm, "who was that person earlier? And why is she here?" Natasha's jaw clenched slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes as she intruded on her personal affairs. "It's nothing, Maria," she replied curtly, her tone brooking no argument. "Just someone passing through."

But Maria was not so easily deterred. She stepped closer to Natasha, keeping her gaze unwavering as she continued to pursue the subject. "I know you," she said calmly. "You don't just bring anyone to our meetings. There's something you're not telling me."

Natasha's grip on the edge of the table tightened, and her frustration bubbled to the surface. She had always appreciated Maria's loyalty and discretion, but there were some things she just couldn't share, even with her closest confidant.

"Maria, I said it's nothing," she snapped, her voice sounding annoyed. "Believe me, it's better for you not to know." But Maria wouldn't let up. She leaned closer, her eyes searching Natasha's face for signs of weakness. "Natasha, eyes don't lie, you know?" she insisted, her voice soft but insistent.

For a long moment, Natasha wavered, torn between her desire to protect you and her loyalty to Maria. But in the end, she knew she couldn't hide from the truth, not from someone who knew her as well as Maria did.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha gave in, her resolve crumbling in the face of Maria's unwavering determination. "Fine," she conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. "That... She's important to me. More important than anything else in the world.”

Maria’s eyes softened with understanding as she received Natasha’s confession. “I understand,” she said quietly, her tone full of compassion. “Thank you for trusting me. I won’t press any further.”

Maria also made her way to the exit, but just before she did she turned back to Natasha, "And Natasha?" Maria began in a soft but determined voice. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to protect her too. Whatever it takes."

Natasha's eyes flickered with gratitude as she met Maria's, a wave of relief overtaking her at the certainty of her right hand's unwavering loyalty. "Thank you, Maria," she murmured in an emotional voice. "That means more to me than you know."

With an approving nod, Maria reaffirmed her commitment to her cause and her determination in the face of all the challenges ahead. "We are in this together," she said firmly and with conviction. "And I'll be damned if I let anything happen to either of you."

With a final nod of approval, Maria said goodbye and stepped out into the night, leaving Natasha alone in the dimly lit hallway.

Natasha took a deep breath to calm her nerves, turned around and walked back into the living room, where you waited with a worried look on your face. Despite the gravity of the situation, Natasha couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth as she saw your concern for her.

As she approached, you smiled sheepishly, your attempt at cheerfulness not quite hiding the underlying tension. "I'm sorry for storming your meeting," you began, your voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "I hope I didn't cause too much trouble."

Natasha shook her head, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she sat down next to you. "Not at all," she reassured you, squeezing your hand in a gesture of comfort. "You know you're always welcome here, no matter what."

You let out a nervous giggle, the tension in the room easing a little as you made light of the situation. "Yeah, well, it's not every day I walk into a room full of serious-looking men," you joked with a playful glint in your eye. "I thought I'd stumbled into a secret society meeting or something."

Natasha laughed at your joke, grateful for your ability to lighten the mood even in the midst of uncertainty. "Believe me, it's not as exciting as it sounds," she replied wryly, her tone laced with amusement. "Just a bunch of old men fighting over territory and power."

You nodded in understanding, your expression softening with genuine concern. "Well, whatever it was, I'm just glad you're okay," you said sincerely, your eyes meeting Natasha's with unwavering support. "And if you ever need someone to look after you, you know where to find me."

The warmth from your words washed over Natasha like a comforting hug, filling her with a sense of gratitude and reassurance. Natasha couldn't help but find your concern endearing, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she leaned closer to you, your bodies almost touching. "You're sweet when you try to protect me, you know," she murmured, her voice low and husky with desire. "But I think I can take care of myself, darling."

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at Natasha's words, your heart pounding in your chest as you met Natasha's intense gaze. "I-I know," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"But I... I just can't help but worry about you."

A playful grin tugged at the corners of Natasha's mouth as she leaned even closer to you, the heat of her breath mixing with yours. "Well, if you're so worried about my safety, maybe you should show me how much you care for me.." she teased, her voice dripping with desire.

Your breath caught in your throat at Natasha's suggestive words, a shiver running down your spine as you felt the heat of her closeness. With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you stand up from the couch, your movements fluid and deliberate as you rock your hips in a subtle but unmistakable invitation.

The air crackled with electricity as Natasha's eyes darkened with desire and her pulse quickened at the sight of your sensual movements. A devilish grin spread across her face. "You look tense. Let me help you relax." Natasha stood up and walked past you.

As your bright eyes questioned her, Natasha reached for one of the long silk scarves lying on the velvet sofa. "Do you trust me?" she asked, raising a piercing green eyebrow. You swallowed and nodded hesitantly.

Clicking her tongue over her teeth, Natasha slowly approached you and wrapped the silk around your delicate wrists. She tied the young woman up, tied her up in that moment. Your breath caught as the silk tightened around your skin and the knot bound you securely to a chair.

"Natasha, what are you doing?" you whispered amusingly, your eyes shining with a seductive mix of fear and excitement. Natasha's lips curled into a playful smile. "You'll see, Detka. Just relax and let me take care of everything."

She hovered behind you, resting her fingers on your neck and gently massaging away the remaining tension of the day. The sensitive skin there grew goosebumps under Natasha's feather-light touch. You let out a trembling sigh, your eyelids fluttering.

Natasha's fingers danced over your shoulders, your soft moan guided Natasha's fingertips. It felt as if an electrical impulse echoed through the room, binding them together with an invisibly frayed rope. Her touch grew bolder, caressing the rise and fall of your chest.

"O-Oh..," you hissed through your teeth, your eyes trained on the fireplace as Natasha's hand slipped under your silk blouse.

The scorching touch of her fingers made your skin glow and her thoughts evaporate. "Relax, just let it take you," Natasha whispered hoarsely, her teeth scraping against your ear. You felt your resistance melt away, leaving you completely. Your head fell back to hit Natasha's shoulder, and you sighed again.

This time you surrendered.

Natasha's hands moved further down, sliding past your navel. She could feel your stomach clenching in anticipation. Natasha's fingers dipped beneath your lace underwear and she giggled darkly at the feeling of the soft, damp curls greeting her.

Natasha teasingly ran her fingers over your most intimate flesh, noticing every shuddering exhale, the way your whole body clenched with desire.

"Should I keep going?" she murmured in your ear, her breath hot and heavy. "Or would you rather I make you beg for it?" Your voice trembled. "K-Keep going..."

Natasha giggled, a low and sinful sound. She slid two fingers inside you, gasping as Natasha began to explore your depths. You clenched around them, muscles fluttering around her invading fingers.

Natasha began to pump them in and out, drawing a whimper from you. Your bodies moved in unison: the thrust of Natasha's fingers, the arch of your hips.

Natasha increased her pace, relentless and raw. Enjoying the intensity between them, she pulled at your earlobe with her teeth and murmured, "That's right, baby. Ride my fucking hand.”

“Oh God, yes!” you whined. Your body shook and trembled, your nipples stiff and pressing against the soft fabric of your silk blouse. The pain between your legs was sharp and insatiable. You needed Natasha inside you…now.

“Natasha, please!” you screamed helplessly, writhing against your bonds. “Fuck m-me! I need you inside me!!”

Natasha slowly pulled her fingers out of you, eliciting a moan from the bound woman. She pressed soft, long kisses to your neck and murmured, “Patience, darling. I promised you would like it.”

As she slid lower, Natasha teased and teased your pert nipples with each tantalizing breath. But that wasn’t enough. She dropped to her knees and pulled your lacy underwear down, past the curves of your hips and thighs, until it landed in a whisper-soft heap at your ankles. And then Natasha leaned forward.

Her breath was hot against your body, moistening the sensitive skin that cried out for touch. Anticipation licked at your limbs, your muscles tensed with inexhaustible desire.

Without further ado, Natasha's tongue made contact, swirling around your already stiff clit. The deliberate, sensual act elicited a loud gasp from you. You clenched your hands into fists as best you could while she was still bound, your toes curling in the delicate heels you wore.

The sweet feeling intensified as Natasha flattened her tongue, devouring every inch of you. You couldn't hold back any longer, your orgasm washed over you, a raging wave of pleasure that took your breath away.

"Oh, G-God!" you screamed, unable to suppress the cries that escaped your lips. Release washed through you in waves, every muscle in your body tensing before relaxing deliciously. The orgasm left you shaking and staggering, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

You breathe in gasps and raise your head to see Natasha grinning proudly. Before you could fully compose yourself, Natasha stood up and began to undress.

"You want more?" Natasha purred, unbuckling the belt of her pants. It fell to the floor with a sensual whisper. You nodded desperately as you looked at Natasha's fake cock, already drooling. Natasha was not only powerful, she was also captivating. Once she set her mind on something, she was never going to be stopped.

Natasha towered over you, commanding and captivatingly dominant. The sight of Natasha's bare chest, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, ignited a corresponding hunger in you. With a mischievous grin on her lips, Natasha unclasped your bra and tossed it aside to expose the stiff tips of your nipples.

She immediately lowered her head and took one into her mouth, teasing the other with a flick of her thumb. You arched up from the chair, your back arching with a ragged gasp, "f-fuck..!"

Natasha didn't let up. She continued to suck and tease, giving each breast equal attention before moving further down to taste the sweetness of your desires.

You squirmed in your bonds as Natasha's tongue entered you, exploring every inch as if she was memorizing the contours of your body.

Her teeth gently grazed your clit and a wave of pleasure washed over you, making you cry out in ecstasy. Natasha was relentless in her assault, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again before sending you plunging headfirst into release, a release so intense that the world around you faded into insignificance.

Your cries of pleasure echoed through the living room, bouncing off the walls and mixing with the distant symphony of horns and traffic from below. Your legs trembled, still bound to the chair by the silken bonds. Each new sensation catapulted you higher than before, and Natasha showed no signs of stopping. If anything, she became even greedier as she feasted on your most intimate flesh.

"Please," you finally pleaded, your throat raw. "I can't take it anymore. I need you inside me, Natasha." Natasha grinned, relishing the power coursing through her. She released you from your bonds and threw you onto the nearby couch.

Your breath caught as Natasha paused before entering you deeply, filling you with a moan of relief. The feeling of possession was intoxicating for both of you, your bodies melding together in raw, unbridled passion.

Natasha couldn't help but growl as she began to thrust, her hips slamming into your body with such wild pleasure that the couch slipped millimeters beneath them.

You lost yourself in a haze of pleasure, your spine arching as Natasha continued to thrust into you, your shared breaths ragged and blending into one. With each thrust, your orgasm tightened inside you.

Your bodies slammed together, raw and unyielding, and you screamed Natasha's name, pushing her closer to the edge.

Natasha could feel it building between you, the tension radiating like a living thing. Her thrusts became erratic, every muscle tensing as she surrendered to the maelstrom of pleasure that consumed her. Every nerve ending in her body hummed with life, pulsing with ecstasy as she gave up control and collapsed on you.

Her breathing became labored, your soft gasps mingling with Natasha's hoarse breaths. Natasha could taste the faint salt of sweat and the sweetness of your desire mingling on her tongue.

Her hands roamed possessively up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps. With a sinful smile, she gently caressed the curve of your hips and sank her fingers into her lover's soft flesh, squeezing and kneading it lightly as you whimpered under her touch, trembling with exquisite sensitivity. He thrust again,

"Shit, Y/n," Natasha moaned. "You're so fucking hot and tight, baby. I can't believe this is all mine."

"O-Only y-yours," you gasp in response. Natasha continued to pleasure every sensitive inch of you as if it were her own canvas.

You felt your inhibitions slipping through your fingers like sand. The calm of Natasha's relentless pursuit awakened an insatiable hunger within you, an unquenchable burn that no ordinary man could ever quench. Only Natasha could make you feel so strong, desired and adored.

She was the mistress of your body and knew exactly which buttons to push and when. Every cell in your body ached with electric tingles as Natasha took command and squeezed you into her couch.

Natasha leaned down and nibbled on the soft skin of your neck before whispering, "I want you to scream my name. I want you to beg for more and never forget who you belong to."

You arched beneath Natasha, whimpering in anticipation. Your heart pounded against your chest and your breathing was rapid. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Natasha's fingers moved to the top of your thighs with an unbearably light touch.

Natasha's grin widened as she dipped her fingers between your wet folds and found your clit swelling with need.

She began to circle them with just the right amount of pressure, drawing a moan from you. "God, yes," you breathed, lifting your back off the couch.

Natasha increased the pace of her fingers, pleasure writhing deep in your belly. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, your breathing becoming more and more ragged as you clung to Natasha's shoulders. "A-Ah, Natasha!" you screamed again as release washed over you.

But Natasha wasn't done yet.

No, she wanted to keep driving you to the edge until there was nothing left but pure, unadulterated pleasure. She slid down your body, kissing and licking her way down until she reached the soft curls between your legs. Natasha inhaled deeply, savoring your musky scent before diving in with unbridled abandon. She swirled her tongue around your clit, enjoying the gasps and moans that escaped her friend's lips.

Natasha's fingers penetrated further into Di, who writhed in pleasure and pushed back against her lover's hand. With her free hand, Natasha reached up and ran a finger over your nipple, stiff with desire. She pinched it playfully between her fingers as you moved your hips, desperate for more. Natasha increased the rhythm of her tongue on your clit, enjoying every gasp that escaped her lover's throat. You were close, Natasha could feel it.

She penetrated her lover deeper, feeling your muscles tighten around her fingers as you came ever closer to another explosive climax. Natasha swirled her tongue faster, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Natasha curled her fingers inside you and hit the sweet spot that made your body tremble and twitch with pleasure.

"N-Natasha!" you screamed, your voice hoarse from the intensity of her climaxes. "I-I can't... I can't a-anymore!"

But Natasha wasn't done with you yet. She continued to pleasure you, driving you to the brink of insanity with every flick of her tongue and every thrust of her fingers.

Your legs trembled violently, your toes curled as you felt another orgasm building inside you. It was too much, too intense, and yet you never wanted it to end. A sinful grin spread across Natasha's face as she watched you fall apart under her touch. Her power was intoxicating, addictive, and you surrendered to it willingly.

As the intensity of their lovemaking reached its peak, your senses were overwhelmed, your body succumbing to the overwhelming waves of pleasure that washed over you. In a dizzying whirlwind of sensations, you felt yourself slipping away, your consciousness sinking into the depths of blissful oblivion.

With a soft moan of ecstasy, your body went limp in Natasha's arms, your breathing shallow and unsteady as you surrendered to the ecstasy of their shared passion. As Natasha continued to move in a primal rhythm, your eyelids fluttered closed, your mind drifting into a hazy, euphoric fog.

For a fleeting moment, you teetered on the edge of consciousness, your body flooded with a feeling of weightlessness and euphoria. But as the sensations overwhelmed you, you lost touch with reality and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

As Natasha felt you go limp in her arms, a wave of concern washed over her, her heart pounding with fear at the thought that she had pushed you too far. With gentle hands, she cradled your unconscious body against her chest, her touch tender and soothing as she whispered words of comfort into the silence of the night.

Despite the urgency of the situation, she couldn't help but linger by your side for a moment longer, enjoying the calm that surrounded her in the silence of the night.

With a soft sigh, Natasha gently pulled away from your embrace, careful not to disturb your sleep. As she stood next to the couch, a twinge of guilt tugged at her heart, knowing she was leaving you behind once again, without explanation or reassurance.

Natasha brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, her lips lingering on your skin a moment longer than necessary. "Forgive me," she whispered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I'll be back before you know it."

With a heavy heart, Natasha turned away from your sleeping form and made her way to the door, her steps purposeful and determined. As she slipped out into the cool night air, the weight of her responsibility was upon her once again, driving her forward with a sense of urgency that brooked no delay.

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[osakanone]

Crew attire cosplay?

Lately I've been thinking a lot about "what would separate mecha crew equipment from that of a tank crew, or a fighter crew": A lot of military surplus stuff is already really close to what we're going for, and I realized "Motorcycle boots look a lot more like mech pilot stuff than military boots do", which got me thinking what other odd equivalences exist.

The one which really surprised me was how famous mecha live action SF Gunhed used a wetsuit as a stand-in for "generic scifi bodysuit", and that it worked weirdly well, actually?

"Why not latex?"

Latex rips too easily in contact with straps and hard elements, overheats far, far too easily despite having the looks. Thin neoprene works. really well.

So I kept exploring.

One thing I did seriously debate is other than rappelling equipment, would a pilot need something like a rigid knee-brace for hard landings to protect the ACL when they disembark from the robot which is common with high impact parachute equipment.

Some varieties also include counter-weighted springs which make it harder for you to close your knee, but make lifting heavy things on your back and climb much much easier during the ascent phase.

That led me towards Deck Crew helmets, which meet the hood requirement, and of all things, chin wraps which are really unobstructive and you can eat and drink while wearing one pretty comfortably (I say this as someone currently stuck wearing one)

So what we're looking at here is the HGU-24 and HGU-25, often worn by deck crews because it gets along just fine with the famous MCU-2/P AKA "Millenium" mask famous with drone communities as they're designed to be worn together.

Its literally the exact same mask with a minor paint adjustment.

"What's the difference between a drone and a pilot?" "One wears AXENT and latex, the other wears HGU-25 and neoprene." "Anything else?" "Drones have less sex and do as they're told"

Its got the bash-plates you want for an ejector-seat, but it also has the padded foam you want for an impact element, and if it latches properly and the jaw mechanism is well made enough, you could probably include a hans mechanism attached to the jacket which locks into a socket in the pilot's seat to stop a pilot from breaking their neck in a collision.

What do you guys think?

Any suggestions? What I'm really curious about is what you think pilots would remove, customize or alter for practical or decorative purposes.

This is basically the result of roughly a year of casual research into pilot attire, outfits and looks.

The helm and the hood seem to be where the most manual cosplay stitching and 3D printing work is likely going to be required, with the wrap and helmhood.

Addendum:

I've not gone into waste management systems (UCL/FCL human-factors engineering stuff with internal and external recovery systems), since I'm looking at this mainly as an attainable costume or ensemble.

Edit:

I am learning some of you use aquatic mecha and find this unsatisfactory.

And you won't shut up about how the coolant mass flow rate lets you do really wild shit with your weapons my "land-loving" platform even can't dream of

While I am jealous by your sheer tonnage and the output of your reactors, I've got you covered.

Behold: Immersion suits.

They also make surprisingly good sleeping bags, even if you're on water.

They're literally designed to keep you alive if you're forced to abandon an oil platform, and are known to include a radio and even rations and a water filter.

[metanarrates]

ive been keeping track of who counts as a "character" and who doesn't during this reread, and after chewing on it for a few days, I think I know why this (after the seeming destruction of murim) is the point where we first get explicitly shown that kim dokja now is considered a character. I talked a little bit in past posts about how he's acting more like the constellations lately and also about how being in a metaphysical superposition where he is both an insider and outsider to the story works as a metaphor for a lot of his psychological problems, but now I'm going to synthesize those. here is what him being a "character" now tells us:

-the previous arc was concerned with kim dokja's responsibility as both a literal parent and as a story creator, and now this present arc is concerned with his position as a constellation. putting him as a character further immerses him in the story as an agent of change - he's got problems accepting the ways hes already impacted the story, and this is just another pathway by which his impact on the world is cemented. he's now part of the framework that drives the scenarios. he is a constellation. and that makes him part of the story. which makes him a character.

- sort of a follow up to the first point: orv sets up a lot of dichotomies in its first act that slowly get deconstructed over the course of the novel. I've talked about it frequently before, and will talk about it.again whenever it comes up, but this is another crack in the face of incarnation/character vs. constellation/reader. the constellations have slowly been shown to not be as aloof from the stories as they appeared initially. by this point, its obvious that they are both agents in their own stories and are subject to the larger scenario system. by saying "kim dokja becoming more like a constellation is one of the things that reveals him as being a Character" the story is also saying "constellations are intrinsically part of the Story." this isn't the biggest instance of that dichotomy being deconstructed, but its worth flagging as one of the major undercurrents of pretty much everything having to do with the constellations. also goes without saying that this dichotomy is intrinsically linked to kim dokja's self perception as discussed above. theres metaphors on metaphors here.

-being a character previously has been shown to be contingent on someone no longer having knowledge of twsa. (in asuka ren's case, it was no longer having knowledge of peace land.) once the world of the novel has moved past your last knowledge point, you cease to become a reader and now become a character. I talked previously about how the revision texts have built on the theme of a story moving past your understanding of it, and since they're a big mechanical component of the story, it makes sense that we get the lack of understanding mechanically cemented now. its a big clear signpost that says YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND TWSA LIKE YOU BELIEVED YOU DID.

-all of this stuff is also fueling kim dokja's anxieties during this arc about who he is and what his place in the world is, which also got literalized very recently in the Who Is The Real Kim Dokja game. he's now a bit more secure in the idea that identity is not provable or immutable, but that security also prompts him to ask more questions about himself. and he gets a literal answer to those questions in the form of seeing his attributes window, but he also gets the most ominous fucking effect from it literally called Gazing Into The Abyss. one anxiety about his identity and place in the world cured! a bunch of newer and scarier anxieties now appear! he's inching closer to the monster at the end of the book: the knowledge of what exactly he is and what exactly his position in the world is. becoming a character just puts him another step closer to that truth.

-something else I've talked about before also is how the character/noncharacter dichotomy is something that tends to seemingly flatten and dehumanize the Characters in the equation. becoming a Character is usually framed as a loss. it's something kdj doesn't want to have happen to han sooyoung. because of that, you have another unsettling effect for the audience. kdj is perhaps The most humanized person in orv. what does it mean to suddenly be a character? what is he losing? is he actually losing anything? what are the effects of this? does the character/noncharacter dichotomy mean anything? these and further questions will also continue to drive the novel forward.

my general impression is that both the literal rpg-mechanics of orv and the plot don't seem to consider this a massive change in the same way that becoming a constellation or gaining a modifier are considered massive changes, but I wanted to highlight it as much as I could, for the sake of my own notes if nothing else. it's an interesting little element that fuels a lot of the various arcs at play in the story. I didn't want to skip over it considering how much attention I paid in my early notes to the idea of there being a character/noncharacter dichotomy. it's definitely a topic that will come up again in the future.

[nina-ya]

Law Helping You Relax

Pairing: Law x Reader CW: None WC: ~750 A/N: gasp 2 posts in one day?? Who am I??? LMAO anyways I've been drowning in work lately and I just want Law to pull me away and help me relax sooooo thats where this came from :) Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

“You look like you can use a breather,” Law’s voice breaks your focus as you feel calloused hands gliding over your shoulders. Despite the disruption, you persist, continuing the work you’ve been immersed in for hours now. 

The raven-haired man sighs audibly, shifting behind you. He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he insists, “That’s not a suggestion. You need a break.” One of his hands clasps yours, halting your work, while the other hand starts massaging your shoulder, easing the tension that has built up over the hours. 

Succumbing to the allure of relaxation, you sigh in contentment. “Since when are you one to advocate for a break? I always see you working nonstop.” You ask, locking eyes with him.

“Do as I say, not as I do.” Law retorts, voice laced with a playful undertone. 

“Fine, but only for 5 minutes,” you concede, allowing the sensation of relaxation to envelop you completely. 

Law continues the motion of massaging your shoulder, the tension relieving with each touch of his. He then pauses somewhat abruptly, as if struck with an idea. Without warning, he firmly grasps your arm and hoists you up from where you were sitting.

“Huh? What are you–” Your protest was cut off as he began to pull you out of the room. “Wait, but I’m not done yet,” you continue, lightly resisting his pull.

“Last time I checked, I still have 3 minutes of your time, so come on,” he retorts, a determination evident in his voice as he guides you onto the deck of the submarine. He leads you towards the railings before sitting down. He taps the spot next to him, silently urging you to join him.

You hesitate for a moment before complying, sitting down next to him. He immediately pulls you into his side, his warmth enveloping you. 

As if he can sense your thoughts, he speaks up, his voice low. “You needed a change of scenery. You’ve been cooped up in there all day. I bet you didn’t even know it was nighttime until I dragged you out here.”

"I’m not ignorant, I knew that it’s night. It’s not even that late anyways, it’s barely 11” you retort, trying to assert your awareness. 

An amused smirk tugs at the corner of Law’s lips. “3,’ he stated simply.

“What?” you ask, puzzled by his ambiguousness. 

“It’s 3am. You’re about four hours off,” he clarified, amusement evident in his tone. 

You sit in stunned silence for a moment, the realization sinking in that Law is right. You indeed have lost track of time and now you are suffering the consequences. Your earlier declaration of just a five-minute break has faded into the background, as exhaustion creeps up on you. Law seems to take your silence as some sort of victory, leaning his head back against the railing as he gazes up at the star-studded sky above. 

Dots of light freckle the region above, a beautiful and somewhat uncommon sight to behold out at sea since the submarine is usually submerged underwater. You follow Law’s gaze, taking in the breathtaking sight before you. As if on cue, a shooting star streaks across the sky.

“Make a wish,” you mutter softly, feeling the weight of the exhaustion settle upon you. “I don’t know about you, but I wish I could just finish this work already,” you continue with a deep sigh. 

“I’m pretty sure your wishes don’t come true if you say them out loud,” Law remarks, his eyes still fixed on the twinkling heavens above.

“Since when do you believe in that stuff?” you ask, curiosity coloring your tone.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “It comes and goes,” he replies cryptically, as if he is lost in thought. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes with a soft chuckle at Law’s comment, finding his puzzling statement amusing, Snuggling closer into his side, you welcome the comfort and warmth he provides. A gentle breeze dances across your skin, prompting you to instinctively try and seek warmth in Law’s embrace. 

Law notices this, and he reaches out, opening his captain’s coat to drape it over you. Pulling you even closer, he envelops you in a newfound warmth. What had started as a five-minute break has morphed into a much needed respite. As you nestle against him, your breathing gradually slows, the rhythmic rocking of the ship beneath you lulling you into a sense of calmness. Sleep soon embraces you, Law’s arms holding you throughout the night, helping you escape in the dream world before facing what the next day might hold.

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Organic Fresh Delights Grocery

Sim File Share

Welcome to Organic Fresh Delights, your one-stop destination for all things fresh and organic! We're committed to providing the highest quality organic goods sourced directly from our local farmers and fisherman offering a vibrant selection of vegetables, fruits, premium cuts of meat and fish. We also have an array of products ranging from lush plants to food, drinks and essential household items. Step into our store and immerse yourself in a world of freshness, flavor, and sustainability.

Price: 72,780 Lot Size: 25x25 Lot Type: Visitors Allowed Store Content: Click here CC Used: Click here File Type: Package Min. Required Game Version: 1.42 Packs Needed: The Sims 3, Late Night (floor), Pets (buydebug object), Ambitions, World Adventures (food register, gate from ATS3)

Hi everyone! I was going to share one of my older builds from years ago but I found out that most of the objects I used for that lot were in sim3pack format and most of the CCs I transferred over to my current setup have been converted to package files, which messed up the appearance of the lot. So, I've recreated it this time and I'm sharing a new grocery lot: the Organic Fresh Delights Grocery!

Click on the ’Keep Reading’ below for more information and pictures on this lot.

For the rabbit hole, I placed it in an empty stockroom/office and have also locked the fire escape door and fence at the back of the lot so that sims can only enter the door inside the building. This was the only option that worked during playtesting so that sims can enter in and out of the rabbit hole inside the room only. If you want to open those doors though, you can do it by editing the lot and click CTRL + Shift + Right Click to choose the unlock option. Due to the lack of windows on the first floor, I have placed a lot of buydebug lights and it may be too bright during the night so you can adjust it by enabling “testingcheatsenabled true” and “buydebug on” after. 📣This lot is a bit CC-heavy, as I have used more cc compared to game objects and these are not included on the download file. I’ve compiled a list for those interested in downloading them separately (please click the links above or go to WCIF Navigation page). The Late Night and World Adventures expansion pack is required due to the build items used in the lot but I'm not sure about buydebug items so Pets may be required as well. 📣There are two CCs that I was unable to locate the original link namely: mtk_signdoors and Public Signs - CAStable both from Macthekat. I tried the direct links and it doesn't work anymore so I had to check using the Wayback Machine site and was able to find her Terms of Use from the old site, Pink Rabbit that states "All our products is shear-friendly - just make sure to give proper credit. You may include my work in sims packages if you want to" and "You may include my stuff into almost anything – it would be nice if you mention my name, but I can live without it. You may share my stuff." With those terms, I have re-uploaded them to sfs and if there is an updated TOU from the creator (or if you are Macthekat) that states otherwise please do let me know and I will take the links down. 📣If you want a functional grocery store in your gameplay, you can use Ani's Sell From Inventory mod. I have used a few storage or chest-like CCs and a food register from ATS3 that you can use. If you prefer Ani’s Savvier Seller instead, you may have to replace most of the items and use ATS3 Savvy's Seller Collection set instead. You can also check out Mookymilksims guide and tutorial video for realistic function shops using Savvier Seller mod. It is very easy to follow and has detailed instructions to help you out to make it work! Let me know if you experience any problems on your end.

[thankskenpenders]

I'm a huge fan of Ian, but one criticism of him that I've seen that I kind of agree with is that he sometimes falls into "look how much I know about Sonic" in his writing. For example, a number of references in Frontiers like Tails namedropping Dark Gaia out of nowhere. It's a nice change of pace from Sega not knowing where they wanted to go with Sonic for like a decade, but it might be too far in the opposite direction. What do you think?

There's definitely a thin line between Ian's love of references and lore and lyric quotes being fun and grating, yeah. I think he tends to do it well, choosing things that will support and enhance the story he's trying to tell rather than just dropping random references for the sake of it, but sometimes it can kinda make me roll my eyes and go "okay, Ian, settle down buddy." He readily admits that sometimes he just really wants to play with all the toys in the toy box.

I think an example I might point do would be some of the Classic Sonic comics for IDW. The Tails special in particular felt like it relied very heavily on Ian being excited to use the Witchcarters again, and to use Flicky Island as a setting, but I felt like the story left me wanting a little more beyond just "this obscure old stuff is back again." (The art in all the Classic stuff is phenomenal, though, of course.)

Frontiers absolutely is jam packed full of references, but I think it works there because acknowledging and building off of decades of continuity is one of the main points of the story in Frontiers. It's part of a greater effort Sega has been making to acknowledge Sonic's legacy after much of the late '00s and early 2010s were spent being kind of ashamed of that stuff and trying to streamline the series. Frontiers, meanwhile, wanted to look back on all those past adventures and their inconsistent writing and figure out how to wring some proper character arcs out of them, so that the cast can reflect on those arcs and figure out what they want to do next. Mining hit-or-miss old material for a compelling throughline like that has always been something Ian's excelled at - it's literally what he did to the Archie comics when he started out - and having the characters acknowledge their past adventures is a part of that. It gives us a sense that Sonic and co. really have gone through a lot together, and that those experiences have shaped who they are today.

It's also worth remembering that a ton of more casual Sonic fans aren't as immersed in the state of the canon or Ian's referential writing style as we are. When Frontiers came out you'd see people say stuff like "OMG, Sonic mentioned Jet the Hawk!! I didn't know Sonic Riders was canon to the main series! I loved those games!" That kind of reaction is probably a big part of why those references are there. Sega wants fans to know that Sonic DOES have continuity, unlike a series like Mario where every game and sub-series is kind of its own thing, and that all the old stuff still matters. And if that's what you wanna do, then Ian's the guy for the job.

[outlandish-dreamer]

I've been feeling kinda down lately, but can I request some headcanons for Cg!Hobie with spiderman!regressor!minor!reader who's trying to get into punk culture but feels like they're copying him? im sorry if im way too specific :c

(can I be 🕸️anon, please?)

Of course 🕸️that's not too specific at all! I'm sorry it's taken me a minute to get to, but I hope you're feeling a little bit better :) And I hope this is okay!!

Given that he's Spider-Punk, he'd have immaculate music taste and once he gets to know you, shares it with you too! It's something you bond over, even if you're not exactly into the subculture just yet.

He casually recommends you some bands like the Bad Brains, or The Muslims, just because it's stuff he thinks you'd be interested in. You give 'em a listen and after just general interest, you find yourself falling deeper into the culture as a whole. It's not just about the music of course, so you delve a little deeper into what it actually is.

Once you do though, your kind of unsure of what it means to you. How to really immerse in it. So much of it resonates with you and you want your own perception of it, but you're not quite sure where to start. That doesn't mean you don't have a good example though! Hobie's a ton of inspiration.

I can imagine that when he finds out, he's nothing but supportive. Like, he gets genuinely excited, eyes lit up and everything. He has someone who's into the same thing he is? Hell, yeah he'd be into it. "Wait, really? Thas' amazin'! No, really. You think I'd lie to ya? Pfft no chance mate. I'm just excited we got somethin' in common!"

He'll try to hang out with you more often now that he knows you're both into the same thing! Not only is it something you can both talk about, but it brings you closer.

He doesn't mind at all if you take inspiration from him or "copy" him. He knows it's not the easiest to figure your way out with this sort of thing. He wants you to have your own thing, but he's cool with it either way. Even giving you some advice and especially helping you out whenever you need it.

Brings you to his shows and even teaches you how to play if you're interested! (Or if you play a different instrument, you play together) If music's something you bond over that is. If not, he finds other ways to share it with you/get into it.

Fuck societal and gender norms, you two do whatever you want. The more people who're just utterly confused, the better because hey, it's not their life!

And fuck capitalism too, in every way. You pirate, help out those who need it whenever you can regardless of their "status," and just do/be whatever you want. That's the whole point of it anyway, and Hobie couldn't be happier to do it with you.

And really, you both are like two peas in a pod. Different yeah, but always there for each other. You're friends! And being a part of the same subculture only brings you closer together. Even if you weren't, you'd still be close, but it's just nice to have that. Plus, Hobie's got someone else to relate to and he wouldn't trade that for anything 🖤

[olderthannetfic]

Do you have any idea why authors of multichaptered works INSIST on putting things like "Good news! We're about X of the way to the end folks" and "Sorry folks! I keep thinking it's almost done but then a new chapter happened and it's not going to be done as soon as I thought"? Like, are they fishing for compliments? Like, the fic is getting read. It has subscribers. Ppl are leaving comments. Do they think ppl WANT it to be over? I mean, these are writers we're talking about. So they were naturally readers first and presumably still are. So the concept of fellow readers not wanting what they enjoy to end shouldn't be such a novel concept to them! So why remind us and remind us and remind us that we're closer to the end? If the chapters are already numbered, we can see it thanks! We don't need a reminder! And if the chapters are written like "5/?" we don't WANT to know when the story is going to end! And the apologizing because there's more story? It's so unbelievably infuriating I have often just closed the tab because I was so mad I didn't want to read anything by someone so moronic (or fake-modest or fishing for compliments) anymore. So many writers seem to absolutely have no awareness or understanding or respect for the concept of a reader being immersed in a story. In published multichaptered books, you don't find little author's notes full of unfunny self-deprecating jokes and anecdotes and life updates at the start AND end of every chapter. You're immersed in the story and eagerly going from chapter to chapter. But sure, chat about anything and everything under the sun and completely break the hold your storytelling had on me! Author's notes are not a chat room. It's for stuff that affects the story or a heads up about a tag that hadn't been in the tags until that specific chapter but warrants a warning. Ugh to be honest lately I've completely stopped reading author's notes. From weird "haha see what I did there" after the most achingly written pining and temporary heartbreak scene, to smug and inane and ridiculous declarations of "X and Y switch because I believe in equality" as if it's a moral issue instead of a very real life preference for many men who sleep with men, author's notes are just idiotic most of the time. I will only read them by authors I trust, who will add a quiet few lines about the translation of a Latin phrase, or a link to pictures of a real-life place they featured in a poignant scene. Otherwise they just make me wring out my hair and who needs that. And for the crowd that LOVES to get offended: No I don't mean this is gospel. I mean this is MY experience. And since I'm clearly not one of a kind because no one is, there's bound to be others like me. So authors who WANT to keep ruining the mood they managed to craft can keep doing it -- most of their readers probably don't mind! The authors I trust though (the ones whose notes I will read, and whose notes have never ruined the mood for me) never do that anyway. But this is a heads up to those who are interested in finding out what makes SOME readers tick, because there's a first time learning about something for everyone. Thanks for letting me vent!

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[anghraine]

One of the more peculiar things about my current academic existence is that it's like—

me (to my best friend): It feels kind of strange that I've always had so many ties to people who are much more literary than me. There are all these people I know who keep ending up at "I discovered True Art and now I'm too good for Star Wars" and I'm just thinking, "damn, couldn't be me."

best friend: ...you have a PhD in literature.

me: True, but not their kind of literature!

best friend: It's still a PhD in literature. Do these people have that?

me: Well, hmm, maybe not, technically. But I've never been all that interested in major experiments with form and style—doing that stuff myself or reading the kind of literature that focuses on pushing those boundaries. I've always cared more about popular literature that prioritizes immersion and world building and just getting people to care a lot about characters and plot and such, not the really prestigious stuff.

best friend: You literally teach Shakespeare.

me: Well, I decided not to study the things I love most so they didn't get tainted by academia. And anyway, I still focused on popular literature from my eras. The seventeenth-century stuff I was writing about made a lot of the late Victorians very angry because they thought it was crude and cravenly appealing to unrefined common tastes instead of True Art. The novel in Austen's lifetime was even more of a low-prestige popular form at the time, especially the female-dominated genres, which were most of them, and she took care to identify herself as a woman.

best friend: I know you did get into academia through Tolkien and then didn't study anything close to that.

me: I couldn't let them ruin him for me! And besides, I know that Shakespeare and Austen are about as prestigious as it gets now, but for me they've still got that pop culture media energy, you know? Though sometimes when people make sweeping pronouncements about artistry and literature that don't make sense for anything in English published before 1700, I have to fight the temptation to be ... that person.

best friend, laughing: You mean pulling a well akshually? At least you have the credentials. You could even do it like "well actually, *obnoxious cough* as someone with a PhD in this subject..." now. You spent years earning this! Tell a few people Well Actually as a treat and then go watch Star Wars.