#if any of the above applies to you and we are mutuals then go ahead and kick yourself out that door because you now mean nothing to me.

[autistic-fuckwad]

at this point i am genuinely not going to be subtle with it: if you genuinely believe trans men and transmascs experience no or little to no oppression OR experience privilege by being a trans man please take the next exit on ramp 7 to Get The Fuck Off My Blog <3

tags because i know you some damn terf is gonna run in here pretending to be a trans ally and start screaming that i hate trans women so you are now forced to read them in the main post body

[calisources]

CHILDREN   OF   THE   NIGHT.   a   collection   of   quotes   and   scenarios   about   vampires.   change   pronouns/names   as   you   see   fit.   These   were   all   taken   from   different   sources   of   fiction,   both   in   literature   and   audiovisual   media.   all   known   triggers   for   vampire   media   apply   (blood,   death,   murder,   gothic   horror, obsessive love   and   more).

SENTENCES AND QUOTES. change pronouns and names, locations as you see fit.

"I took mythology a lot more seriously since I’d become a vampire."

“None of us really changes over time; we only become more fully what we are.”

"A vampire, like a lady, never reveals his true age."

"How do we seem to you? Do you find us beautiful and magical?”

"The strength of the vampire is that people will not believe in him."

"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!"

"The blood is the life!"

"Loving the monsters always ends badly for the humans. It's a rule."

“When people see good, they expect good. I don't want to have to live up to anyone's expectations.”

“Love is a vampire’s greatest weakness. And we are not weak.”

“You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.”

“For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.”

"I'm not human. And I miss it. I miss it more than anything in the world. That is my secret."

“I'm in love with a woman I can never have. The point is I'm in love with her and it's driving me crazy. I'm not in control.”

"Your life is pathetic. Your after-life doesn't have to be."

"Life sucks either way, Jeremy. At least if you're a vampire, you don't have to feel bad about it if you don't want to."

"You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure and even a little danger."

"Sometimes the world turns good people into bad people."

"People have been after me for a thousand years, but I'm always one step ahead."

"Mother made us vampires. She didn't make us monsters. We did that to ourselves."

"Perhaps one day, in a year or even in a century. You'll turn up at my door and let me show you what the world has to offer."

"Do you have any idea how rare love is? In a thousand years, I have found it but twice, and when I have, I have honored it."

"You're a vampire, sweetheart. I don't think you'll ever be okay again."

“When you feel the blood rush in, you tell yourself that you’re gonna get through it; that you’re strong enough.”

“You’d be surprised how easy it is to forget the past, Elena.”

“I wanna rip into your skin. And I wanna feed on your blood. Under your skin.”

“I just want one taste. That''s all I need. I just want one taste.”

“There’s the briefest of moments before we kill, where we literally hold their life in our hands and then rip it away, and we’re left with nothing.”

“Do you know the secret to immortality?”

“The vampire bond. There is no human equivalent.”

“He was my mentor, my murderer, my maker.”

“When was the last time you drank blood?”

“Left you with a bit of a craving, didn’t it? One day that craving is gonna grow.”

“That's cause you took my life! I got nothing. I lost everything. I lost my brother. I lost my family. About to lose the last fucking thing I care about.”

“And then I watched you pull over and drain a dog. And run down an alleyway for two more rats. This is not a life!”

“Hunting is an art. You have the power to subdue anyone you want, but sometimes restraint is your most powerful weapon.”

“What does this taste like to you?”

“There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. You can't imagine the emptiness. The void.”

“Vampires are killers. Apex predators whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment. The ability to see a human life in its entirety.”

“Don’t underestimate the allure of the darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.”

“End of the day, human life is just a means to an end. Our means to our end.”

“A mutual law of nature is the strong always take from the weak.”

“It’s better to have a flawed life lived than wasted rotting away in clay.”

“Hatred, a pure and perfect hatred that’s greater now than the day I first took your life.”

“A thousand years of history isn’t going to write itself.”

“I can’t be killed.”

“I’m the monster lesser monsters fear.”

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

"You don't know what you are asking of me. To drink from you."

"You need blood, take it."

"To walk with me you must die to your breathing life, and be reborn to mine."

"I love you, Stefan. We will be together again. I promise."

"You loved me once, you will love me again."

"I made him. Did you know that?"

"I never compelled your love. It was real, and so was mine."

"What did you think was gonna happen? She would look at you, see your real face and give you a kiss?"

"I could swap this life of shame. Swap it out for a dark gift. You just have to ask me for it."

"Vampyrism is, by definition, an afterlife."

"I'm not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not."

"A man damaged by his demons and those demons are not dormant, they are hell-bent on killing me and everything I find beautiful. And you, you are beautiful."

"You are stronger now. Meaner. Sexier."

"They are like vampire royalty. The oldest among us."

"He is the original hybrid. Half vampire, half werewolf."

"We both know I could snap your neck and do my nails at the same time."

 “Viktor. The oldest and strongest of us. That night, he made me a Vampire. "

"Stop fighting who you are."

"I'll tell you what I know about death, Camille. Death dances silently in everyone's shadow, and she doesn't give a damn."

"Turns out, I have complicated feelings for a monster."

ACTIONS AND SCENARIOS. Add a +reverse for the inverse action. Change names as you see fit.

[YOU ARE NOT HUMAN]: sender figured out receiver is a vampire and confronts them.

[FEEDING HOUR]: receiver finds sender feeding on someone's blood.

[WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER]: sender touches receiver's vampire face, showing they are not afraid.

[YOU NEED TO]: sender offers their blood to receiver.

[ECHOES OF THE PAST]: receiver is a doppelganger/looks like a person the sender knew in the past.

[DEATH AND THE MAIDEN]: receiver and sender can't be together as one is immortal and the other is a vampire.

[MY MAKER, MY LOVER]: sender is receiver's sire and they reunite after centuries after.

[BOND]: receiver is senders fledgling and sender can feel them.

[ELIXIR]: receiver is hurt and sender, a vampire, feeds them their blood.

[SHARING]: sender tempts receiver to share a meal of blood.

[HUNTING THE HUNTER]: sender is a vampire hunter, and they found receiver.

[THE INVITATION]: receiver receives an INVITATION to stay at sender's gothic/ancient manor.

[DRACULA'S BRIDE]: sender wants receiver to be one of their wives/lovers.

[BLOOD FAMILIAR]: sender is a vampire familiar, a human bloodbag under receiver protection. receiver finds out another vampire had bitten them.

[CRAVING]: sender tasted receiver once and craved them again.

[INVITED]: after bring invited inside, sender shows up at receiver's home.

[LICK]: sender licks receiver's blood remains from their mouth.

[LAST RESORT]: receiver has to turn sender into vampire because they are dying. sender wakes up in transition.

[ANCHOR]: sender calms receiver down after receiver went on a bloodlust spree. sender reminds them their humanity.

[RIVAL COVENS]: sender and receiver are from rival vampire covens and they talk in neutral ground.

[HUMANITY]: sender is human and because of them, receiver is starting to feel humanity again.

[I'LL BE YOUR GUIDE]: receiver is guiding sender through the early stages of vampirism.

[RIVAL SPECIES]: sender is a werewolf/witch and receiver is a vampire. they fall in love/ally with each other.

[DHAMPIR]: sender is a half human, half vampire who just had their first taste of human blood. receiver finds them.

[REFLECTION]: sender looks in the mirror and finds out that receiver has no reflection.

[howthesleeplesswander]

PLOTTING CALL! Hey there, everybody! Go ahead and like this post if you're a mutual who's interested in plotting some kind of interaction between our muses! Whether it's a specific thread plot, a dynamic between characters, a pre-established relationship—any or all of the above! Just click that lil ❤️ and I'll pop into your IMs soon so we can chat! ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ

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Doesn't matter if we've interacted before or if it'd be the first time, so please don't be shy!

If you have a specific idea in mind, great! But that certainly isn't necessary—I'm happy to discuss and figure out what we'd like to do together!

Thanks for reading and to all those who are interested! (❁´◡`❁)

[rumplefuckingstiltzkin]

That's not to say that building this deck has no purpose whatsoever, if you know what you're doing when it comes to the win/loss/draw rules.

MTG comprehensive rule 616 provides for establishing an order in which to resolve replacement effects, as mentioned above by rylehtaxidermist. You first check you see if any remain applicable, then must apply one, then must check to see of any remain applicable, then apply one, then check again, until no replafement effects remain. But since you'll have an inexaustible supply of Doubling Season replacement effects waiting in the cashe, this becomes a loop without end.

104.4b is the MTG comprehensive rule that declares mandatory loops without end to bring the game to a draw.

This can be a good thing if you pull off this combo with Telepathy on the field and one or more Battlegrowth in hand (or any other way to get one more token out or put a +1/+1 counter on a creature). The key is transparency; letting your opponent(s) know that at literally any time after Step 4 above, you can choose to declare the duel a draw for all participants, as long as you kept some arbitrary number of Treasure Tokens around. Foolish not to, as we have already established that infinite Treasure Tokens minus, say, five hundred Treasure Tokens is still infinite Treasure Tokens.

Smart players will force your hand, but foolish ones might scoop, or let you win via alternative means once you have demonstrated this chokehold of mutually assured destruction.

If you're among friends and running any kind of constructed tournament, or in an official one that allowed Un-set cards, you'd be doing everyone in the match a favor by triggering three drawn games (equivalent to a drawn match) because no player involved in that match walks away with a loss. Even if you tie every game you play, you will still land higher in the rankings than anyone with even a single game loss and no wins, and if you can, say, Channel Fireball your way to victory even once, you then put yourself ahead of a significant percentage of the winners' bracket.

This method has the additional benefit of forcing draws without having to go to time, as slow play or stalling can garner you punishments in official tourneys.

I know Exalted 3rd Edition is just using "uncountable" as a game-mechanical term of art because saying "infinite" would clash tonally, but I kind of love the idea that some baddies can punch you so hard that they inflict a non-countably infinite number of levels of damage. I'm not sure what inflicting non-countably infinite damage would look like in practice, but I'd like to see it.

[just6f]

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[theenderwalker]

re: DSMP "unsolved mysteries"

I've seen lots and lots of posts about the "unsolved mysteries" on the Dream SMP that focus on the TNT on top of the prison and the missing nukes. One of those I am very confident was implied canonically to be Ranboo, and the other I'm confident in my theory that it was him. Putting it under a read more bc its fuckin Long, but its worth the read! Word count: 2482

First: TNT at the prison.

This was implied to be Ranboo across a couple different streams, albiet subtly. I'm not surprised it went a little bit under the radar, but it's simply untrue to say we have no indication of who it could be.

This point doesn't hold true across everything of this nature, and if it did, it would be a dead giveaway, but I think it's relevant here for a couple reasons: Ranboo was online at the time of the explosions. Tommy tends to reflexively open the tab menu during his lore streams, almost as a nervous habit, so we saw multiple times that Ranboo was online, and would seen it have even if Tommy had chat turned off. Online at the time were Sam, Dream, Tommy, Foolish, and Ranboo. Foolish could not have been the culprit, as he was live at the time. In the case of this incident, it would have to be manually triggered by someone. Afterwards, when Tubbo was doing his "interrogations", his first bit of evidence was checking who was online when it happened. For these reasons, I feel this is a valid point for this incident.

That night, Ranboo was live on the SMP. This stream is notable for most people because it was when Ranboo did the odd code in his inventory, that read "He is in control" (or he is in control of me, if you count the to do list). Many people focused on this as a indication that Dream controlled Ranboo to set off the TNT, but this line of thinking was abandoned over time, especially as we saw the implication that the message was actually referring to the Enderwalk, talking about Ranboo stopping himself from doing anything to save Tommy from the prison during that week. However, other details in that stream also hinted it was Ranboo. Most notable to me was Ranboo reading chat or a dono asking him what he had done that day, and him answering that he had "probably gone mining," with some uncertainty. Later that same stream, he went down into his mines , found no ingots in the furnaces, and commented "maybe [he] didn't go mining", and that he wasn't sure what he had done that morning. This comes across to me as an indication that he had a blank spot in his memory that day--that he had been Enderwalking. He drew attention to this here, where he otherwise wouldn't, because it implies he was Enderwalking while he was visibly online, on Tommy's stream, where he would have been able to set off that TNT.

Ranboo was one of the only people on the server with a positive relationship with Dream, of any sort. It is true, especially at this time, that many people had negative opinons of Tommy, but Ranboo was the only one who didn't outright hate Dream... in his Enderwalk state. (with the sole exception of Punz, if you think the vault confrontation was staged, but that's definitely theory territory.) Dream has repeatedly stated that he finds Tommy "fun" and enjoys fucking with him. Tommy was locked in the prison after Ranboo could no longer visit, so assuming he has no supernatural means of communication with Dream (which is likely, as we have no real indication otherwise), he would have been acting without instruction. What better way to help Dream out than getting him his 'plaything' for at least a week?

Alternatively, you could frame it as a distraction or a break in/out attempt... which also doesn't make sense for anyone but Ranboo. Either way you frame it, Ranboo is the only person who makes sense without having to stretch their relationship with Dream into something it isn't.

Tubbo's investigation was the only real in character investigation into this incident we saw. He started out investigating people who were online, which is why I believe it's uniquely relevant to this incident. As I mentioned earlier, Foolish's alibi was that he was live. Ranboo's alibi was that he was mining. If you recall, the day Tommy was locked into the prison, Ranboo acknowledged that he did not know what he had done that afternoon, and that he distinctly had not been mining. This investigation didn't get much further than this because Tubbo refused to acknowledge that Ranboo could have done something like this. Because Ranboo has hidden his enderwalking so well, no one has any reason to believe he would do something to intentionally hurt one of his friends, or to help Dream.

Canonically, there isn't much evidence outside of Ranboo's comments to the audience because the characters absolutely cannot find out that it was Ranboo. He cannot be revealed as a traitor, narratively. Not yet, at least. So all of the evidence has to be directed towards the audience, which leads to it falling into subtext more often than not. The Enderwalk arc has the potential for an absolutely disastrous reveal at some point, where others discover exactly what he has done. It's unlikely that something like this will be confirmed explicitly until that point, but I believe the details I have explored above are foreshadowing, and will be explored again at this reveal. This point applies to the nuke, as well--perhaps even more so for reasons I will explore below.

Second: The missing nuke.

This one treads a little more into theory territory, but I think some of the subtextual implication is in this one too, it's just a bit further apart. Instead of being implied in streams the day of the incident and one week later, these implications are a little bit further out. I don't think I'm necessarily stretching by making these connections, though I can see why someone may think it's a stretch.

Ranboo was not online during this stream. This is why I think that's only conditionally applicable to the last point--Tubbo does not check tab habitually, and he had chat turned off intentionally. The tab list isn't necessarily canon to this stream. If we go by that, Jack Manifold is physically the only person who could have taken the nuke. The only other people online were Philza and Foolish, who were both live. Since this wasn't taken into consideration for the investigations, it's not relevant here.

Out of character, Jack took the nuke. Jack did not stream his perspective of this incident, he hung behind when Tubbo went ahead to start building the silo, and when the two came back together later, it was gone. This was intentionally done, as Jack usually streams his perspective for lore like this. If he had been the one to take the nuke, we likely would already know. His secret plans are not a secret from the audience, they are a secret from other characters--this leads me to think that in character, he did not take the nuke.

Very few people knew about the nukes, so we already start with a pretty small pool of suspects. One of these people was Ranboo. Even if Ranboo did seem to forget what Tubbo told him, the nuke would have been taken while he was Enderwalking--y'know, when he remembers everything, or at least remembers more.

The backbone of this theory, and the reason why I even began to consider it, is that Ranboo has a very solid and clear motivation to want the nuke. Ranboo has been helping Dream. The nukes were made specifically to be a deterrent/protection against Dream. If Ranboo takes one of the nukes, Dream now has access to that nuke, and the playing field has been re-balanced. Essentially, it's creating Mutually Assured Destruction between them. To take it one step further, only one of the nukes went missing. Tubbo was left with one nuke, and Ranboo and Dream have one nuke. Why not just take both? Well, leaving both parties with a nuke essentially ensures neither side will use it. It protects Dream, but it also helps to maintain (a semblance of) peace. Neither side can use their nuke without the other retaliating in kind. This leads to tensions, but prevents outright warfare from either side. It's not pretty, but it aligns with Ranboo's broader goals of keeping the peace.

So we've got the motivation, it makes sense. But that's not enough to make the claim on its own. What's the evidence?

This is a touch convoluted, so I get why it doesn't necessarily come up in relation to this as evidence often, but it's pretty solid to me. Especially compared to how vague most of Ranboo's subtext can get.

It's in the lessons! The highest number of lesson we were given was 94, though when Ranboo was repeating it outloud, he said 93. He later clarified saying 93 was intentional. This stream was on April 23rd. 93 days earlier, to the day, was January 20th--the day Dream was locked in the prison. 93 lessons for 93 days. If we take this to imply the lessons were daily, starting when Dream was locked in the prison, each lesson corresponds to a specific day. March 26th was the day the nuke went missing. 67 days from January 20th is March 27th, the day after the nuke disappeared without a trace. Neither Jack nor Tubbo had any real leads on the nuke. Lesson 67, the day after the nuke was stolen... "Leave no evidence of what you have helped with." This EXACT thing is why the nuke is so hard to pin down. There was no real evidence left. This lesson lining up so closely to the nuke's disappearance is not a coincidence. Further, at this point Ranboo no longer had contact with Dream. He had locked himself out of the prison and couldn't visit. If the lessons are daily, the things he writes down are things he's figured out for himself. The lesson being the day after the nuke was stolen makes sense, when framed like that. He stole the nuke, left no evidence, and wrote that down because it worked.

All of the hints/foreshadowing for the eventual reveal of where the nuke disappeared to has to be done in retrospect, and it has to be either from Ranboo, or from some other source that knows more than the characters. Which leads into my second bit of evidence: the Tubbo Texts. Across like, a week of streams (starting on April Fools Day), spooky half transparency cryptic text appeared on screen periodically, that c!Tubbo was unaware of. Those texts have never been explored in canon, it seems that none of the characters are aware of them or of their contents. So they are posed directly to the audience. The second one in particular stands out to me here:

"Quick, I don't have much time. Stay away from the North. A strange metal weapon washed up. It poisons the nature, the water. No it's not. That's it, we are leaving."

The 'strange metal weapon' seems to refer to the nuke, the poison being the radiation. Geographical direction is rarely paid any mind on the server, but north is distinctly the direction of Techno, Phil, and Ranboo's house. I think I remember Ranboo telling Sam he lives "up north" while trying to visit the prison. The arctic commune is the only notable northward location. The nuke disappeared, and reappeared in the north, in the direction of Ranboo's home. The rest of the texts refer to the north as well. We don't know where Ranboo's base of operations is in the Enderwalk, but we can assume he has at least one, and we can assume the nuke is hidden there, if he has taken it. If Ranboo has taken the nuke, it makes sense for it to be in the North.

Ranboo has proven he can take things without any evidence left behind. Remember his first beacon, that disappeared like, a day after he set it up? He never tracked it down, just replaced it. Within a couple days, he made a comment about his pickaxe durability being suspiciously low... maybe because he was using the stolen beacon to mine far from his home base so it wasn't noticeable that he had been mining. That's beside the point. I mean this to say, he knows how to take and hide things, he knows how to keep secrets, and he almost definitely has at least one secret base we've never seen onscreen.

So maybe Ranboo took the nuke, maybe he set off the TNT at the prison, that's cool, but why have they abandoned the plotlines? Why have we never gotten more explicit answers? Why won't they come back to it?

Ultimately, it seems a lot of these plans have been pushed back and delayed for one reason or another. Beyond that, an untimely reveal of either of these things to other characters would be a huge letdown. The arc seems to be building to a catastrophically large reveal, and each thing that gets revealed before then makes it much less impactful. Keeping it subtle towards the audience, while still offering some hints, stops a certain degree of the chat spoiling "metagaming" we see sometimes, that makes some streamers have to fully ignore their chats during lore streams.

This part is very much my own opinion, but I don't believe the missing nuke plotline will be resurfacing until after Dream is out of prison. Ranboo has no reason to reveal he has it until it will be put to use, either as a nuke or as a threat, and that won't happen til Dream is out of the prison and the nuke is in his hands instead.

The TNT on top of the prison will be an insanely gratifying reveal if it comes out with the rest of the enderwalk stuff. Any of this taken out of that context just kinda falls flat. So people know Ranboo set off the TNT, or know he has the nuke. How does that propel the plot? Ranboo won't do much of anything about it. People will distrust Ranboo, sure, but they won't know the depth of the issue, and that just makes the reveal frustrating. It will be revealed in time, I'm sure, but I think the enderwalk arc has to reach a climax first, or it's just disappointing.

I agree with the general frustration that these plotlines appear to be dropped or greatly delayed, but it's a symptom of a bigger pacing issue than solving either 'mystery' on its own will fix. And the answers aren't as obfuscated as they first may seem, it just takes a little digging!

[davidpastrsnack]

on the way - pierre-luc dubois

a/n: this is just pure self-indulgent filth. i'm so sorry, i need jesus or something. anyways please let me know what you think! oh and go listen to on the way by jhené aiko. also there’s one little easter egg in here and i'm dying to see if any of my very specific fellow whores pick up on it.

word count: 2.7k

It sounded like an intriguing idea at first, but now nearly a week and a half later you were struggling.

No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, it wasn’t happening. Your mind was stuck on him. His intoxicating scent, his large frame that made you feel so tiny, his soft beard that your thighs had suffered at the hands of more times than you could count.

Sex with Pierre had always been an adventure, one you had no complaints about, but this was your idea to keep things interesting. The season was long and exhausting, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have moments when you missed the excitement of those first touches early in your relationship. In hopes of getting that feeling back, you challenged him to go his entire road trip without getting off. It was a mutual deal, the same applying for you too, but on day nine you found yourself caving.

Pierre was scheduled to come back tomorrow, if you could last only twelve more hours you would make it, but you just couldn’t. You had been keyed up for days, and if his texts were any indication of how he was doing Pierre was feeling the same. You felt horrible, the guilt already washing over you, but it was too late. Your mind was made up as you laid yourself down on the bed, back resting heavy against the pillows.

What harm would it cause? Pierre would never know… right?

You were wearing one of his t-shirts, the hem resting on the middle of your thigh as you slipped your hand beneath it. You trailed it up to your torso before gently massaging your breast, your other hand outlining the lace of your panties.

You were already so worked up just from your wandering imagination so it didn’t take much to get a reaction out of you. Your fingertips ever so softly brushed against your covered clit, the moan you let out embarrassingly loud. Your shirt was now bunched up across your collarbone as you continued, your middle and pointer finger rubbing soft circles across your throbbing nub.

You could feel your wetness pooling through your panties, your breathing already hitching as you quickened your pace. You finally stopped teasing yourself, instead slipping your hand beneath the fabric, a loud sigh escaping your lips as you felt your bare wet pussy for the first time in what felt like months.

Your chest was heaving as you slid two fingers inside, curling perfectly against your g-spot with each motion. But before you could get any closer, you pulled them out and leaned onto your side, opening your nightstand drawer to grab the small bullet you used on nights like this alone.

With one simple click, you felt the steady hum of the vibrator against your palm, a soft fuck leaving your mouth as you pressed it against your clit. The sensation was overwhelming after getting yourself so close just seconds before.

So overwhelming that you didn’t hear the clicking of the front door opening.

Your back arched off the bed with a deafening moan, your toes curling as you felt your high approaching. You gently moved it back and forth against your swollen clit, the sounds in the room obscene as you got closer and closer. But just before you could let yourself fall off the edge, you were interrupted.

“Well, hello there.”

Your eyes flew open and legs clamped shut when you heard him. You scrambled to sit up, putting in your best effort to look like you hadn’t just been caught doing exactly what it looked like you were doing, even though you knew there was no point.

You pulled the shirt down over your body, backing yourself up to lean on the headboard, your head hanging down in shame. Pierre was standing in the doorway, still in his game-day suit, his tie undone and top buttons open.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he spoke, his voice stern.

“I- I’m sorry,” you stuttered, “I swear I didn’t before this, I just- I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

Pierre stepped closer to you, throwing his suit jacket across the room, not even caring that it was now in a wrinkling pile on the floor. The room smelled like sex, the scent of your pussy filling the air as he stood over your body still struggling to catch its breath.

“We decided to leave right after the game instead. Thought I would surprise you but clearly you’re already busy.”

“Luc…” you whispered, “I didn’t- I couldn’t help it.”

“Oh babygirl, you’re going to have to do better than that and you know it,” he chuckled, his gaze turning towards the bullet resting against your thigh.

You swallowed heavily as he stared down at you, the lust behind his usually soft blue eyes making you timid.

“What’s this, hmm?” he questioned as he ran the smooth material between his rough fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again.

Pierre didn’t respond to your desperate apology, rather he switched it on, smirking as he felt the vibrations run through his hand.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

You gulped again, hesitant to do what he said because you knew exactly what you were in for.

“I said lay down,” Pierre repeated, this time harshly pushing your knees open causing you to fall back.

You gasped at the sudden movement, the cool air hitting your hot core making your body shutter.

“Oh, babygirl,” he groaned as he took you in. Your pussy was glistening in the dim light, clearly swollen from what you had already done. Your nipples peaked beneath the soft material of his t-shirt, the Blue Jackets logo resting just above your left breast. Your cheeks were bright red and your hair was sticky with sweat against your forehead.

Without waiting another second, Pierre pressed the humming vibrator against your inner thigh, slowly dragging it closer to where you needed him.

“Luc,” you wined, desperately wishing he would give you something, anything.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he spoke, “I don’t think you're in the position to be making requests, do you?”

You resentfully shook your head, mumbling, “No.”

“Sorry what was that?” he continued, moving the vibrator to your other thigh making your legs tense up in shock.

“No… daddy.”

Pierre smiled above you, finally deciding you deserved some relief. He removed the vibrator from your leg, pressing it right against your throbbing clit. The cry you let out was music to his ears, his suit pants already growing tighter.

“Fuck, fuck,” you moaned, the sensation overwhelming your body as he increased the speed with a click.

“Feel good, princess?” He questioned.

You frantically nodded, your legs started to shake beneath his touch.

“You really want to cum don’t you?”

“Please, daddy-” you choked out, “Please.”

“Too bad,” he growled, pulling the bullet off you.

You whined immediately at the loss of contact, feeling your high slip away and out of your grasp. Pierre stood up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders as he watched you writhe below him.

“All those nights I was alone and thinking about you I never did anything about it,” he mumbled, “You think that was easy?”

He paused waiting for your response, waiting for you to lift your head from where it was buried in the pillow. He emphasized his question with a hard squeeze on your hip earning a squeal from you.

“You think I enjoyed ignoring my cock, babygirl, hmm?

“No,” you whispered, your breath hitching as he kissed up your thighs.

“No, but we made a promise, remember?”

“Yes,” you moaned, squirming as his beard tickled your skin, “I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah?” Pierre spoke into your skin, just inches away from your pulsing pussy.

You nodded, your head falling back as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit before you heard the strum of the vibrator again.

“Show me how sorry you are.”

After mere seconds he had you right on the edge again, his thick fingers guiding the bullet over your clit in soft circles. Your legs began to shake and your hands had a death grip on the sheets.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, “Fuck daddy, please, please.”

But you should have known better because as soon as Pierre recognized that you were right there, he pulled away once more.

“I don’t think you deserve it,” he deadpanned as you stirred in frustration, your hands tangling in your hair as the tingling between your legs burned.

You were so desperate you could feel tears pricking your eyes, your overwhelming need to release the only thought on your mind. Pierre rubbed gentle circles onto the crevice of your hips, his mouth laying wet, hot kisses across your chest and neck while he waited for your body to come down.

“Luc, please,” you whimpered, your voice rough with desperation, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“You gonna be a good girl for daddy, hmm?” he asked, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear, your eyes fluttering shut at his suddenly soft touch.

“I promise,” you whispered, looking up at him with your most innocent eyes, “Please.”

Pierre slid down your body, this time running his rough pointer finger through your soaking folds before turning the vibrator on. You sighed loudly as he teased your entrance with it, your clit pulsating in anticipation before he finally connected them again.

“Fuck,” you cried out, your legs wrapping around his broad back while he lay face to face with your pussy watching it flutter in pleasure.

“Luc, I can’t…” you whined knowing you couldn’t last any longer as you shook beneath him.

“Go ahead, babygirl,” Pierre murmured, “Cum for me, be a good girl for me.”

The relief you felt was astronomical as one of the most intense orgasms you had ever had exploded within you. Your back arched off the mattress and one of your hands reached for his still-damp curls, the other digging into the sheets like your life depended on it. His name fell from your lips like a chant, his cocky smirk only growing as he pushed the vibrator into you even harder.

“Fuck, Luc, I-” you screamed, the realization that he had no intention of letting up anytime soon hitting you.

Your body continued to tremble as your second high ran through your body, the pleasure becoming too much to handle. You moved one hand down to try and push his away, but your strength didn’t even compare to his.

“No, no babygirl. Now that I let you cum I’m not gonna let you fucking stop,” he growled, not moving or lessening his pressure one bit.

Your body shook like it never had before, the buzz between your legs so strong it was numbing. You felt terrible for your poor neighbors, but there was no way you were able to control the obscene noises spewing from your lips.

“Hold it,” you heard, his words snapping you out of the trance you were stuck in.

“I can’t- daddy, please,” you begged.

“Hold it,” he repeated, this time grabbing your wrist and guiding it down to your pussy.

You gave into his order, taking the vibrator between your fingers as he pulled back.

“Don’t even think about it moving it.”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt another high overcoming your body, more tears burning from behind your irises. You heard Pierre’s belt clink, followed by him kicking his suit pants off.

Your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation, waiting for him to come back as you laid spread out in front of him, quivering as your body wracked with pleasure.

“Fuck, so pretty, baby. Just for me,” Pierre groaned as he lined up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds.

You both audible sighed when he pushed into you, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he bottomed out. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust before he began snapping his hips against yours, quickly finding a relentless pace.

Pierre knew he wasn’t going to last long with the way you were fluttering around him already, the constant purr of the vibrator forcing you over the edge endlessly.

“Shit, babygirl,” he growled, his grip on your hips tightening, without a doubt leaving an impression you would feel and see for days to come.

One of your hands snaked around his back, your nails digging into his shoulder blade as he hit your g-spot perfectly. You wanted nothing more than to drop the bullet and tangle your other hand in his hair, but you didn’t dare risk upsetting him even more. You were already so spent, you didn’t know how much more of his wrath you could take.

You knew Pierre was close with the way his hips were stuttering and his cock was twitching inside you.

“Please,” you moaned, “Fill me up, daddy,” you encouraged, rubbing the vibrator harder side to side against your clit as you chased your… well you honestly couldn’t remember what number it would be.

That was all Pierre needed to hear before he was spilling into you, the sudden warmth pushing you into your last orgasm of the night. A string of swears fell from his mouth before he collapsed on top of you, his arms caging you in while his head was tucked beside yours.

You struggled to find the off button, moaning a sigh of relief as the buzzing finally started to subside.

Pierre didn't move, rather he stayed inside of you for several minutes as you both came down. You ran your hands through his waves, a soft smile gracing your face as you heard him hum in content, nuzzling his face even deeper into the crook of your neck.

Your body was so physically and mentally drained that you started to doze off just like that, only coming back to consciousness when Pierre spoke.

“Hi,” he whispered, smiling as he lifted his head to meet your gaze.

“Hi,” you laughed, leaning up to press a kiss to his pink lips.

Pierre melted against your mouth, one of his large hands cupping your face as he showed you just how badly he missed you.

“You good?” He pulled back and asked, running his thumb across your flushed cheek.

Pierre knew how to be rough, but he also knew just how to take care of you after. No matter how filthy things got, he was your soft, cuddly boy the second it was over.

“I’m great,” you replied, smirking as he chuckled at your words.

Pierre pressed a kiss to your forehead before he pushed himself up on his forearms and finally pulled out, shushing you when you winced at the abrupt loss.

“Shhh, you’re okay, babygirl,” he cooed, stroking up and down your thigh.

Your body was so weak after everything, still shivering as he touched you, even in such an innocent manner.

Pierre laid on his side beside you, pulling you into his chest while resting one of his heavy arms against your torso.

“So when did you get this?” he asked, gesturing to the vibrator.

Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment and you turned your body to hide your face in his shoulder. You never had any intentions of showing it to Pierre, but of course, he found out anyways.

“Um, I- I don’t know, a little bit ago?”

“Don’t be shy, pretty girl,” he laughed, “I plan on making good use of it.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words, “As if you haven’t already.”

“As if you didn’t enjoy it,” he jested, throwing you a wink when you rolled your eyes at him, “Bath or shower?”

“Do you think I can stand in the shower right now?”

“Bath it is,” Pierre snickered, lifting you from your spot in the mattress, the imprint of your tired body leaving an impression. He carried you into the bathroom bridal style, peppering your face with kisses in between giggles before starting the water.

It was good to have your boy home.

[darlcng]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍  𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthere  is  no  place  like  𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆  !

[  CLOSED  !  ]  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍  𝐁𝐋𝐃𝐆  is  located  in  soho  ,  new  york  city  and  is  a  small  six  -  story  building  with  a  fair  rental  price  ,  focused  on  young  adults  .  ms  .  fairmon  ,  the  owner  of  the  building  and  the  landlady  ,  is  a  wealthy  woman  who  inherited  the  building  from  her  parents  ,  a  couple  that  was  once  big  in  the  real  estate  industry  in  nyc  .  as  ms  .  fairmon  has  no  interest  in  earning  more  money  yes  she  is  already  rich  enough  ,  she  decided  to  put  the  units  for  rent  with  a  friendly  ,  very  attractive  price  ,  in  order  to  help  struggling  tenants  .  

the  group  is  an  appless  ,  small  discord  roleplay  revolving  around  the  tenants  of  the  fairmon  building  and  their  lives  .

i’ve  been  wanting  a  small  and  chill  place  to  develop  my  muses  for  a  while  now  ,  so  i  decided  to  go  ahead  and  try  to  make  my  own  one  .  if  you  have  any  questions  ,  concerns  or  suggestions  ,  my  inbox  is  open  !  if  you  want  to  send  your  app  ,  please  use  my  submit  box  .  thank  you  !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲  :  an  appless  ,  small  discord  roleplay  with  chill  activity  ,  focused  on  the  lives  of  the  tenants  of  fairmon  building  .  it  is  a  safe  environment  &  diversity  is  highly  encouraged  .  we  focus  on  literacy  ,  but  one  -  liners  and  text  threads  are  completely  fine  .  there  will  be  a  board  (  aka  a  confessional  thingy  )  where  tenants  can  speak  their  minds  anonymously  .  and  ,  of course  ,  there  will  be  a  groupchat  with  all  tenants  .  template  cred  goes  to  cibby  (  @ gunshzt  )  .

#  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒  .

one  .  basic  roleplaying  etiquette  .  muns  must  be  above  the  age  of  eighteen  and  muses  /  faceclaims  must  be  over  the  age  of  twenty  .  no  godmodding  ,  bubble  rping  ,  ooc  drama  or  discrimination  will  be  tolerated  here  .  since  this  is  a  small  group  ,  everyone  should  be  welcoming  and  treat  members  respectfully  .  should  you  have  any  problems  with  a  particular  mun  ,  please  message  me  privately  .  you  don’t  have  to  be  my  mutual  to  join  ,  but  that’d  be  nice  !

two  .  this  is  a  group  focused  on  character  development  so  some  sort  of  literacy  is  a  must  .  while  you  don’t  have  to  write  five  -  paragraph  replies  ,  paras  are  encouraged  !  

three  .  interest  checks  will  be  held  weekly  to  make  sure  everyone  is  still  interested  in  the  group  .  you  have  twenty  -  four  hours  to  react  ,  otherwise  you’ll  be  removed  .  if  you  need  a  hiatus  ,  please  let  me  know  and  we  won’t  remove  you  from  the  group  !

four  .  banned  faceclaims  are  those  deceased  ,  who  do  not  wish  to  be  roleplayed  ,  anyone  below  the  age  of  twenty  ,  and  it  includes  :  tiktokers  ,  youtubers  ,  kardashians  /  jenners  ,  biebers  ,  kj  apa  ,  cole  sprouse  ,  camila  cabello  ,  ariana  grande  ,  ansel  elgort  ,  ester  exposito  ,  nicola  peltz  .

five  .  you  may  apply  for  two  muses  at  first  and  you  can  apply  for  a  third  and  a  forth  ones  after  a  week  of  consistent  activity  .  additionally  ,  if  you  have  four  muses  ,  at  least  one  must  be  of  color  ,  body  diverse  or  trans  .

six  .  please  keep  in  mind  that  when  applying  to  a  specific  apartment  ,  your  muse  might  have  a  roommate  .  if  you  don’t  have  a  preference  for  a  certain  apartment  number  ,  please  put  [  N  /  A  ]  on  the  apartment  number  part  of  the  app  and  your  muse  will  be  paired  randomly  .  we’ll  have  a  limit  of  four  apartments  with  no  roommates  ,  so  please  specify  if  you  don’t  wish  to  be  paired  up  and  prefer  your  muse  to  live  alone  .

#  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  .

(  faceclaim  ,  age  ,  pronouns  )  fairmon  building  welcomes  you  to  your  new  home  ,  [  FIRST  AND  LAST  NAME  ]  !  here  are  the  keys  to  [  APARTMENT  NUMBER  ]  and  we  hope  you  have  a  good  time  here  .  we’ve  heard  that  you’re  a  [  AGE  ]  years  old  [  OCCUPATION  ]  from  [  HOMETOWN  ]  ,  is  that  right  ?  you  look  very  [  POSITIVE  TRAIT  ]  ,  but  also  a  little  [  NEGATIVE  TRAIT  ]  ,  and  your  last  landlord  told  us  that  [  RUMOR  /  SECRET  ]  .  i  wonder  if  that’s  true  !  anyway  ,  go  ahead  and  make  yourself  comfortable  !  (  ooc  name  /  alias  ,  age  ,  pronouns  ,  timezone  ,  url  ,  triggers  *  ,  links  *  )

*  triggers  and  additional  links  to  pinterest  boards  ,  bios  ,  etc  are  optional  .  any  additional  information  will  help  me  have  a  better  feeling  of  your  muse  and  might  help  me  understand  if  they’re  fit  for  the  group  .

#  𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍  (  23  /  48  MUSE SPOTS  &  14 /  16  MUN  SPOTS  )  .

faceclaims  :  alisha  boe ,  anthony  ramos  ,  anya  taylor  -  joy  ,  arón  piper  ,  evan  mock  ,  florence  pugh  ,  henry  golding  ,  hugh  laughton  scott   , jeon  somi  ,  logan  lerman  ,   lorenzo  zurzolo  ,  madelyn  cline  ,   madison  bailey  ,  manu  rios  ,  minatozaki  sana  ,  nico  hiraga  ,  richard  madden  ,  vinetrria  ,  yara  shahidi  .

apartments  :  101  ,  102 ,  201  ,  202  ,  204  ,  301  ,  303  ,  401  ,  402  ,  404  ,  501  ,  502  ,  601  ,  602  &  604  .

#  𝐀𝐏𝐏  𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓  (  02  )  .

faceclaims  :  park  chaeyoung  &  christina  nadin  .

apartments  :  103  &  404  .

available  apartments  :  101  ,  102  ,  204  ,  301  ,  303  ,  401  ,  404  ,  502  ,  601  ,  602  &  604  all  have  one  spot  available  &  103  ,  104  ,  203  ,  302  ,  304  ,  403  ,  503  ,  504  &  603  are  empty  . 

[elizabeth-mitchells]

follow you to the beginning (just to relive the start) - Sam/Deena  - Fake Dating AU

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Peter (Fear Street Part 1: 1994), Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Simon Kalivoda, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Deena Johnson & Kate Schmidt, Deena Johnson & Simon Kalivoda, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Simon Kalivoda, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Peter (Fear Street Part 1: 1994), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Canon Lesbian Character, Slow Burn, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Best Friends, High School, Angst, Humor, Fluff, First Love, Eventual Happy Ending, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mutual Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Sam and Deena are next-door neighbors, and they inevitably and enthusiastically become best friends... until childhood gives way to tragedy, grudges, and regret.

By the time they make it to high school, Sam and Deena are still next-door neighbors but also sworn enemies... until high school introduces bigger threats that they will need to face together.

Faking a relationship might be a bad idea. But it might be the only way for Sam and Deena to understand their shared past and their feelings for each other.

Chapter 1:

Sam and Deena became best friends during one perfect summer day when they were seven years old. In Shadyside, however, perfect days weren’t meant to exist. The only reason little Sam Fraser finally had the time and freedom to spend time with her next-door neighbor was because her parents were caught in the first big fight of hundreds more to come. A part of Sam would associate both events as one and the same for a long, long time. The beginning of her friendship with Deena and the downfall of the Fraser family. In contrast, Deena was living some of the best days of her life. Days that she would treasure and idolize, perhaps more than she should have, for many years to come. Her mother was alive, her father was sober, her little brother was safe in their hands. She had all the time in the world to go out into the backyard, lay on the ground, and look for shapes in the clouds. She had been doing that for a while then a shadow suddenly appeared over her.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked. Her voice was still trembling slightly from the way she had run out of her house crying. Her eyes were red and she had a runny nose, but she looked genuinely curious to understand what her neighbor was doing.

Deena didn’t reply at first. She couldn’t. She was too shaken by the impact of Sam’s first impression on her. It wasn’t the very first time they met, of course. But their parents were usually hovering above them. So far they had never been alone together. They were very different kids, it was easy to tell with just one look. Not just physically, with Deena’s wild mane of curly brown hair and Sam’s being straight and blond, Deena’s brown eyes being warm and guarded meanwhile Sam’s blue eyes cried out her every emotion. It was also about the way Deena was thrown on the grass, comfortable and taking as much space as possible in her slightly oversized clothes that she picked herself, as long as they were in sale, while her mother fondly chuckled and followed her around the store in spite of which gendered aisle her daughter got lost in. Sam was the complete opposite, in her bright pink clothes that were always too loose or too tight because her mother didn’t care to bring her along when buying her clothes and it was made all the more noticeable by the way in which Sam stood tense and awkwardly, uncomfortable from head to toe, her feet restless as if ready to run at any given moment.

The silence between them had stretched out for too long, but Sam was good at waiting. Deena moved to a seated position and took a better look at the girl in front of her. “Fraser,” she blurted out. She couldn’t remember her neighbor’s name, but she knew her parents were Mr. and Mrs. Fraser of the constant frowns.

“Um, Johnson?” Sam tilted her head. She didn’t understand this game of calling out each other’s last names.

“I’m Deena,” the brunette said and jumped to her feet, not bothering to brush away the grass stuck to her clothes.

“Sam,” the other girl offered her hand.

Deena laughed, but she was troubled. She wanted to laugh so much more. There was this weird girl in front of her, obviously a second away from bursting into tears again, probably from the weight of the glittery pink ribbon on her head, and she was offering Deena her hand in greeting. However, her laughter died in Deena’s throat. The instinct to tease was, for once, overpowered by something new and somewhat unfamiliar. She didn’t know it was protectiveness, she didn’t understand what it was at all. She only felt a pull on her heart that wanted to make sure her neighbor was okay.

So, Deena shook Sam’s hand. She invited her to lay down with her to watch shapes in the clouds. She didn’t laugh at Sam, she made it her mission to make Sam laugh. Unknowingly, with that innocent handshake, they were starting out together the greatest adventure of their lives, with all the glorious ups and devastating downs that it would include.

It was still early, they had the entire day ahead of them, and under the clear blue Shadyside sky, the world was all theirs. 

They started lying down on the grass, side by side, looking up at the clouds. At first, it was perfect, and fun. Sam’s stomach started aching from how hard she was laughing every time Deena pointed out at the sky and said “That one looks like a butt.” And then Sam would point at a completely unidentifiable cloud and say, “That one looks like a robot.”

“What?!” Deena laughed wholeheartedly. “No, it doesn’t! You weirdo.”

Sam’s laughter dimmed. “Do you think I’m weird?”

“No!” Deena scoffed. “Isn’t that like a compliment?”

The blonde hummed in response. She hadn’t considered that the other girl was just as inexperienced at talking to other girls her age.

For a moment, there was silence between them. Enough silence for Sam to remember the deafening noise of her parents fighting, blaming each other, blaming her, blaming the town. Before she could stop it, Sam was crying again.

“Sam?” Deena called her name. She moved to a seated position and placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder gently. “I’m sorry. I really don’t think you’re that weird.”

“That weird?” Sam chuckled through her tears.

Deena laughed along with her, but she still looked out of her comfort zone dealing with her crying neighbor. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” Sam wiped her tears away, willing herself to regain her composure as her mother always told her to do. “I just… cry a lot. My dad says it’s because my mom doesn’t have feelings and I have to cry for the both of us.”

“Okay,” Deena nodded, not knowing how to put into words how wrong that sounded. Then she noticed a single blade of grass stuck to Sam’s pretty blonde hair. “Hold on Sam, you have grass on your head,” Deena said, and reached out to take it off.

However, Deena’s hand on her hair made an idea light up in Sam’s mind. She gasped and grabbed Deena’s wrist, holding her in place. “We should make flower crowns!”

“What?!”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to do it,” Sam smiled teasingly.

“Of course I do!” Deena scoffed. She was happy to see Sam smile, but she was second-guessing her previous statement about the blonde not being weird. Plus, it turned out not even Sam knew how to make flower crowns. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed. 

The two girls ended up hiding behind flower bushes between their homes. Sam had entertained herself weaving the prettiest flowers she could find in Deena’s curls. Meanwhile, Deena was content pulling blades of grass and unceremoniously letting them fall on Sam’s head. Deena couldn’t understand how Sam could be unbothered by the game. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Sam didn’t have many friends. In fact, not too long later, Sam whispered, “You’re my first real friend.”

Deena beamed upon hearing the words. She was happy with her parents and baby brother but, secretly, she had always wished for a friend, a girl like her, and here she was, finally. “You’re my only friend too,” Deena replied, a little shyly.

“Really?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“Yeah,” Deena chuckled.

The blonde hummed thoughtfully. “I think that makes us best friends,” Sam said.

“Oh yeah?” Deena asked. She received a confident nod in response. That made sense to her too. “Then we should celebrate.” She jumped to her feet and offered her hand to Sam, who didn’t hesitate to follow.

The day was long, and there was so much they were dying to show each other. The hours passed by in a sun-bathed blur of childish laughter. They did everything and nothing, jumping without reason, running without destination, rolling in the grass, picking flowers, climbing trees, scratching their knees, and jumping back up into made-up games and fantasy scenarios that they hadn’t ever had a chance to share with anybody.

There were a thousand little moments that years later they would wish they could have immortalized some way. When Deena showed Sam a spider and Sam ran away. When Deena hurt her finger with a thorn from Sam’s mother’s rose bushes, and Sam kissed the afflicted finger and promised she wouldn’t tell anybody Deena cried.

When Deena started climbing the tree at the back of the backyard, Sam started freaking out. “Deena! You’ll hurt yourself!” Sam repeated many times. Deena was thinking Sam sounded older than she really was when she was worried.

“I won’t,” the blonde scoffed, getting comfortable in what actually was a really low branch of the tree. “Besides, if I fall you can catch me!”

“I can try!” Sam said, throwing her arms around her. “But you’ll probably crush me and then we’ll both be dead!”

“Hey! I’m not that heavy!”

Deena’s protest, unfortunately, made her lose her balance. For a moment, she was hanging from the branch of the tree, feeling her heart on her throat. But then Sam’s slender arms were holding on to her legs, as tightly as the little girl was capable of. Deena smiled brightly. She felt surprisingly safe, even if she knew that Sam wasn’t strong enough to literally hold her up. “Sam, let go, it’s okay, I got it,” Deena let her know.

Sam stepped back to let Deena land on her feet, but a second later she was back, wrapping her arms around Deena’s torso this time, holding just as tightly if not more. “You scared me,” Sam mumbled, her voice muffled by the way she had her face pressed against Deena’s shoulder.

“It’s okay,” Deena said. She let her arms fall limply at her sides. She still felt out of her depth with Sam, even after one of the best days of her life. Her instinct told her to make fun of Sam, who was moved near to tears. But her heart stopped her for unknown reasons. Instead, she let her cheek rest on top of Sam’s head. At the time, Deena was taller. “It’s okay,” Deena repeated. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m your best friend, remember? I don’t think I’m allowed to leave you now.”

Sam chuckled and finally dropped her arms. Deena felt a chill at the loss. “Do you promise?” Sam asked.

Deena frowned a little, but continued to smile. “I promise,” she said, finding it increasingly difficult to say not the blonde girl that had stumbled into her personal space earlier that day with tears still in her eyes.

“Okay,” Sam exclaimed. She leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on Deena’s cheek. She was so excited it nearly threw both of them off balance, and when she pulled back, they were both blushing. But they moved on quickly, that day. Sam took Deena’s hand and started leading her to a different spot in the wide and free space behind their houses. “My mom told me about a spa. It’s a place where they put mud in your face to make you pretty. We should try it.”

“I’m already pretty!” Deena protested.

“Yeah, you are,” Sam shrugged. “But maybe it can help me.”

“You are more than pretty, Sam,” Deena frowned.

That made the blonde girl stop in her tracks. “Do you think so?” She asked Deena, and the brunette nodded enthusiastically. Sam was thoughtful for a moment, but eventually shrugged, and tried to continue with her plans, clearly not completely believing the other girl’s words. She was stopped by Deena a moment later, refusing to go further.

“Hey, you didn’t make the promise too,” Deena pointed out.

“Oh! You’re right,” Sam nodded, very seriously. “Okay then… I promise to always be your best friend, and to never leave you, and… um, is there something else?” She looked up at Deena for guidance.

Deena grinned at her. “No, that’s it. That’s cool.”

The two girls started laughing again, and continued with their games for a long time. They did end up playing with the mud, and then tried to wash it off, creating a bigger mess, with the hose they found behind Deena’s house. 

Toward the end of the day, when the sun started to set, both girls were well aware that their parents would be coming out at any moment to call them back home. They chose to end their first day as best friends exactly how they started it. They lay on the grass in the backyard in between their houses, and they looked up at the infinite sky above them. There weren’t many clouds anymore, but the first stars were showing up in the sky, and they were more than happy to count them one by one. 

That was how it started. One perfect day, and dozens of them just the same. Sam ran away from her house to the backyard every time her parents were having a fight. Deena made her laugh until Sam couldn’t remember crying for anything other reason than pure joy. Sam picked the prettiest flowers she could find and gave them to Deena, and hugged her especially tight every time Deena fell down from the tree she loved to climb. From the Johnsons’ window, Deena’s mom watched them fondly, happy that her daughter had a friend. From the Frasers’ window, Sam’s mom watched them with a frown on her face, upset about Sam ruining her clothes. But they never had reasons to stop them from having fun, they didn’t have any reason to put barriers between their daughters. And the two girls couldn’t imagine a world where they would be anything but the best of friends.

Much like everything in Shadyside, their perfect days would soon come to a bitter end but, even then, it wouldn’t be the end of Sam and Deena’s story.

[tenthgrove]

Sorbet and Gelato Drabble- The Foundling in the Woods

(Cut for length. Child Reader, parental relationship)

This is a very strange forest. The leaves above you gather so thickly you cannot see the sky above them, as though night suddenly fell as you stepped in. They are tall trees, even taller than the temples at Arigento your father took you to pray when the hunger began. They are spindly and twisted, like looming figures staring down with malice. With the worst ones, the ones whose branches hang out in great arcs over you with an impossible stillness, your little legs run across the forest floor to get to the other side of the shadows as fast as you can. You are deathly afraid that one of those trees is going to fall on you.

You do not know this forest. It is very different from the outlying woodlands your father takes you to hunt in the summer. You do not know this forest and you are scared.

Why did father leave you here? Were you one of your older brothers you would understand as they are big, and strong and capable, but you are not yet five years old. Maybe he saw a god and fled in terror- your aunt the priestess says there are a number of gods and spirits who live amongst these trees, but now you think about it your father did not run at all. He just left.

You continue on through the woods nervously, scrambling over roots and standing on stumps to try and see more of the route ahead. If there really are gods in these woods, or at very least hunters, maybe you will find a house eventually to rest in. You are small, and could easily slip through a window and under a bed so you are not found. That way they would not be angry at you. You hope the gods have food in their houses as well, because you are starting to feel hungry.

A wolf howls in the distance. It is not the first time. You are scared because the wolf-howls keep getting louder and louder and you cannot hear the human voices that would suggest they are hunters’ wolves. You start to walk faster. Maybe if they are like the dogs in your village they will not bother you if you aren’t afraid. But you are afraid. Will they notice?

Another sound comes from the forest. A low, angry snarl. A flash of silver darts between the leaves. You run.

Many paws bound against the ground as your chase begins. You look behind yourself briefly, terror only growing each time you see the number of angry, snarling wolves behind you increasing. Your breaths are sharp, panicked little whimpers that grow louder as your chest starts to hurt. You’ve never had to run like this before, and it’s painful. But you know if you stop they’ll catch you.

A giant oak lies ahead of you, bark withered with age. You are not very good at climbing but you can manage it when the trees are bumpy like this one, so maybe if you try, the wolves will go away.

Arriving at the base of the tree, you halt in terror. Wrapped around the lowest branch is the biggest snake you’ve ever seen, big blue eyes and coal black scales and teeth bigger than your own that are sharp as blades. The snake hisses, rearing up as it unfurls itself from the branch. Behind you the wolves close in. You scream, and fall to the ground.

You are not bitten.

One of the wolves starts to whimper and scream behind you. The rest seem to be running away judging by the sounds their paws are making but you dare not look to see. The wolf that was in pain goes quiet, something large slumping to the ground. You dare to peek.

The blue-eyed snake has its enormous body wrapped around the wolf, teeth sunk into its neck at the base of a trail of blood. When the wolf is still, the snake removes its fangs, clear venom still dripping from its mouth. You get up and start to back away slowly, but the snake notices. It doesn’t attack like you fear it might, only moves towards you slowly.

You try to run. It’s only natural after what you’ve just seen it do. The snake is quicker than you are, getting in front of you in seconds and wrapping itself around your feet. You scurry to a stop so you do not fall over, and the snake does something strange. It reaches up for a low hanging branch and pulls off a small, white flower. It rears up so its head is at your height, as though offering the flower to you. Nervously, you take it, and the snake lies down, satisfied. You don’t think it’s going to hurt you now.

Exhausted from your run and the hours of wandering in the forest, you sit down. The snake circles itself around you once, forming a protective ring around your body. You pet its scales. They are smooth and cool.

Some time later, you fall asleep.

____________________

The first thing you are aware of when you wake up is that you are not being held by the snake anymore. There is still the sensation of its scales under your hand but the creature holding you is larger now, warmer, and with hands of its own that trail through the softness of your hair. Has a person found you?

“Excuse me, mister? Could you please help me find my father?” you ask.

“Hush little one,” the man replies. “We’re working on it right this moment.”

Satisfied with the answer that your father may be returned to you soon, you relax, and lie content in the man’s arms. You soon realise why it is you thought you could still feel the snake in your hand- he is wearing a long-sleeved tunic made entirely of snakeskin. You wonder why he would choose to do that.

Another man steps out from behind the trees. It is still dark, more-so than before you fell asleep. And yet, you can see this man as clearly as a summer day. He is blond, youthful and husky with a woven weight tunic embellished with gold. Is he a rich man? Where are all his servants? He wears a cloth armguard that weaves itself as he walks, string extending from nowhere as it darts between the trees. He doesn’t seem to notice you awake.

“Sorbet, I have searched this entire forest and found not a single trace of mortals. Other than this child! There’s no way one that small could have wandered this far alone, especially with all the wolves around! Sorbet, this can only mean-”

“Gelato, save your anger. We both know what has happened. All that matters is we found them in time,” the man holding you intercedes. He sighs deeply. “It disgusts me as much as you, but humans have been doing this since time immemorial. In some kingdoms it is routine, when the child is deemed weak enough. Any attempts to return them to their family will not end well.”

“I know,” the golden man sighs. He snaps a twig beneath his feet and steps closer. “I’m still hunting them down after this,” he maintains.

“In which you will have my full support,” the one holding you agrees. There’s a hint of joy in his voice as he accepts the proposition. Still holding you, he stands. He passes you over into the golden man’s arms.

“Though it’s hard to tell on such little interaction, they seem a very sweet child. I’d wager they would do very well with us. Furthermore, our current standing with Athena should make it very easy to procure some artefact to immortalise this child, so now is as good a time as any to take them in.”

“Good. After Tithonus I’d rather not go through Zeus,” the blond man agrees.

“Who would?” the other snarls.

The next thing you know you are lifted into the air, the two men flying high above the canopy with you in their arms. The forest grows smaller beneath you.

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At the deepest part of the forest. There is a house. It is a large house, grander than any king’s but empty, aside from two, now three, lone inhabitants.

Sorbet and Gelato do not sleep that night, not that their divine bodies have any need for rest other than their own pleasure. They remain awake for the sake of their child, who sleeps soundly in their new chambers, thanks in no small part to the healing serum applied to the many scrapes from their forest expedition.

Gelato traces his finger in a circle across their tiny palm. Sorbet sits across from him, checking frequently the temperature of the sheepskin pouch they filled with hot water to keep the little one warm. It is a very cold winter, after all. They look between each other, a silent acknowledgement for the mutual adoration for this sleeping little stranger. It’s a moment so… human.

It is not an act uncommon, amongst the gods, to take in a mortal child. Many are raised to be great heroes, to spread reverence of their patron’s dominion across the human world until fate comes to claim them. Sorbet and Gelato have no such wish for this child. They simply want you to feel loved.

[rouiyan]

𝘌𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘚 [ 𝘫.𝘫𝘩 ]

⧏ extra follow-up scene for someone to bring home ⧐

synopsis — jaehyun is your brother’s best friend, smart, good-looking, and above all, yours.

✧ medstudent!jung jaehyun x (fem.) reader (featuring older brother!johnny) ✧ established relationship au, college au, brother’s best friend au

✧ genres : fluff, angst ✧ word count : 1.6k ✧ disclaimers : discussion of fears, food.

you tilt your head to the skies outside. they're darkening, fast, and you wonder if your ride will be here in time to resuscitate some of the liveliness that has left your soul. surely enough, exam season proved to be the death of you and winter break was the single strand of hope you were holding out for. sighing, you tug the curtain back closed and look to your phone for the nth time that day, your lockscreen comes up blank.

fingers drumming against the handle of your suitcase, you busy yourself with roving your eyes over the lengths of your apartment once more in search of anything you might've missed. another short sigh is uttered and cut off when the rap of knuckles sounds at the door. you're rushing all of a sudden, how did you miss his car pulling into the parking lot when you've just barely parted your eyes from the window?

checking the peephole, something that should be second nature to any female living alone, is long forgotten as you swing the door open just as a second rap is about to ensue. the man on the other side is who you've been needing to see for the whole duration of the afternoon and the weeks leading up to it.

"hey, sorry, i got caught up with a bunch-"

an 'umph' replaces the rest of his words as you fling your arms around him. jaehyun reciprocates well, wrapping his own arms around your frame and bringing your bodies close, a tight-lipped kiss placed on the left of your forehead whilst mumbling into it, "missed me much?" a chortle of sorts escapes your own mouth, muffled by the thick fabric of his jacket, "been thinking about you all day." 

he gives your shoulder a pat, reminiscent of a 'bro pat,' and pulls from you, "we gotta get going, babe." you leave your fingers entwined with his as half of your body reenters your long-forgotten apartment to retrieve your suitcase, of which he takes charge of not a second after. your eyes are on the sky, once again, when the two of you exit the complex, and jaehyun can only question your glances. "something wrong?"

you don't mean to lie to him, but most certainly the words that tumble from your mouth pay no mind towards your sentiments, "nothing, i'm good."

but jaehyun knows you better, likes you more, than either of you are willing to admit. he lets the first half hour of the drive sit in silence. he understands that whatever's sitting on your mind will come to him when you need it to, he knows that you'll share. jaehyun looks over at the cross of your legs and the elbow propped under the window and head propped on your hand. in the faint light that lingers of the sun, he can make out the creases of your brow, the quivering demeanor that sits under the composure you let show. your boyfriend reaches a hand over to your left, lifting it from your lap, finger by finger, and into his palm with tenderness. 

you remove your stare out the window and onto him, his dark hairs falling into place across his forehead, head bobbing to the thrum of whatever song was playing in the background of your thoughts. he squeezes tight at the hand, and really, that's all you need to timidly, reassuringly, voice your worries.

"i'm not scared of the dark."

jaehyun waits for you to go on and, when you don't, shifts some of the weight of the conversation onto his shoulders, "i figured as much."

you find your voice a little while after, "and i'm not scared of driving either," musing along to your thoughts and allowing them to be aired aloud as they come, "it's just...things happen in the dark, and well, things happen all the time, but in the dark- you really don't know much when driving."

he's more just trying to nudge you along at this point than actually curious. "are you scared of hitting someone or being hit?" it's that feeling that comes when you care for someone, and when that someone is in the midst of opening up to you and the only thing you can do is receive them well, to reciprocate, to engage and make them feel heard. jaehyun loves the feeling of being the one with whom you open up to.

"both, i mean, what isn't there to be scared about when you're going 60, 70 miles per hours with little to no idea of what's in front of you?" a small, oblique smile etches on his expression, though facing forward, at the way your fingers halt their little trembles and the way your body is now aligned inwards, in his direction rather than out, towards the window. ever so diligent in choosing his words, he's also a great deal prudent in pronouncing his tone placidly when he supports, "perfectly rational."

kicking off a sandal, you hike a leg up onto the passenger seat, tucking it under your thigh and resting your and his entwined hands atop, "you think so? jieun always tells me it's dumb." 

"that's just because it doesn't apply to her, not because she doesn't think it can't apply to you." you wonder how your boyfriend articulates himself so well, even as his eyes are set forth and his other hand swerving the car into the lane beside. you nibble, unconsciously, on a fingernail, also looking out into the vast night before you. "then why did you say it's rational? you're fine with driving in the dark." you can't see a thing but you can hear jaehyun's low chuckle reverberate above the consistent hum of the engine and the whipping of wind, "because unlike your best friend, i have enough heart to pay regards to your fears."

at the lilt of his voice, you revert your sights from the black ahead and onto him. jaehyun doesn't look back; he's driving after all, but the little smile that plays on his lips tells you enough. "hm, i'll have to bring that up to her." there's this back and forth that passes between the two of you, something under the current of your conversation and something that you'll only pick up on when remembering back to this episodic memory. it's sure to be episodic. 

jaehyun doesn't respond, not for awhile, and you know him well enough to understand that silence is also a love language of his as well. it's a month that you've known him. you wouldn't say it felt like years, there were still years worth of things to discover about each other. rather, it feels like the only thing you understand, mutually and in the undercurrent, is that whatever it is that's playing between the two of you isn't just something in the moment, it's the knowledge that it'll be of the long run ahead.

it's like the feeling of when you first meet someone and you already know that they'll be your best friend. like the first chord of a song that you just know you'll never get sick of. the first whiff of a cologne that you know you'll never mind inhaling for the rest of your livelihood. the first month of a love you know will never fade, no matter the years, the miles apart, the fights, the fears.

you wonder if this is what it feels like for everyone else in the world whose first love is also their last. at least, this is what it feels like for you.

your eyes are on the moon when jaehyun breaches the silence, "you know, i'm sorry about today." head snapping to him at the sound of him speaking, you're pleased to see the moon so lovingly glints in the strands of his hair, his irises, the rings on his left hand, and his hand on the wheel. "what do you mean?"

the seeming afterthought of his seems to have been thought out quite well, for he answers almost instantaneously, as if it were at the tip of his tongue, waiting, "for picking you up late, of course." and though you are unrehearsed, you discern and voice your answer in a similar pace, "no, i'm glad you did."

"why is that?"

"because if you didn't then...we wouldn't have had the talk." 

this time, the smile that lights his features is in the crossroads of knowing and loving, understanding and reminiscence for a scene that passed less than an hour ago. jaehyun's hand is now clammy in yours, or yours in his, and he squeezes your palms together then, mortifyingly gross but somehow tolerable in the hands of only each other. a silly smile etched on your face, you glance down to note that the rings that clutter his left hand are absent on his right and that your left hand is bare of any such accessory whatsoever.

he catches the gaze and his smile morphs into one of adoration, affection, unadulterated fondness as he muses, the sound of his voice almost getting caught in the bleakness of silence, "a few years, love, i'll put something on that finger of yours, a few years."

and in a few years, indeed, johnny stands while jaehyun sits beside him. a fork is clinked to the rim of his champagne glass and the gazes of a hundred or so guests turn with intrigue in his direction. he really could go on about how his sister, the bride, had come to this point in her life where a ring would be slid on that finger of hers by none other than his best friend. he could go on about the pumpkin pie, the blanket, the text, the hand soap, the yogurt, the game night. but he doesn't.

instead, johnny, best man to the groom, jung jaehyun, simply announces into the echoes of the reception hall, "i called it."

copyright © 2020 rouiyan all rights reserved.

✧ end note — about an hour later than promised but it's all good (i'm supposed to be on a break anyways, remind me to never say that again because it will probably never hold true). anyways, i hope this tied it all together a little neater than i had left it; i'm quite pleased with how it turned out hehe. okay, have a splendid day, i'll see you around!

[kbsd]

not sure if you’ve answered this before, but what’s your process look like when you make an amv? i’m just curious and in constant awe of ppl who can make videos like you do :)

hello all!!! i have answered this before and i have a vid help tag with other asks i’ve gotten about stuff like this! but i’ve gotten several more messages along these lines so i’m just going to answer a bunch of them together (under a cut since i love to ramble about editing lol). i do just wanna say i’m definitely not the authority on video editing and obv everyone has their own techniques!

edit: i just finished typing all this up and it’s SO long so sorry in advance LMAO god bless anyone who reads this entire thing

so i work in news tv and we have a very specific workflow for writing scripts, sourcing video, producing, and editing. i’ve just applied that to making amvs! for every video i make, i copy the song lyrics into a google doc and adjust them to match the song i’ve cut (i often will trim songs for time and/or content purposes). then i start planning! i’ll mark down what clip i want to use for each lyric next to that line, and any sound bites i want to use (with episode numbers!). i’ll color code between video and sound bites and lyrics, so my scripts end up looking something like this (for my honeybee amv):

doing the planning ahead of time makes everything much easier when it’s a video that spans the whole show or involves a lot of sourcing, like honeybee or sports analogies. that way when i get to the actual editing process, i already know what i’m going to do and have a game plan. for videos like happy ending or believe it or not, where i’m mainly just pulling from a few episodes, i can just plan it in my head as opposed to writing it all down, and produce as i edit. obviously i do make in-the-moment decisions while editing—sometimes a shot doesn’t work the way i thought it would, or i go where the video takes me—but planning ahead definitely helps. i know some people use spreadsheets as well, with columns for lyrics, video clips, and sound bites if applicable. once you find a system that works, it actually goes pretty quickly.

as for sourcing clips themselves/finding clips within episodes, i talked about that here and kind of here. the short version is that transcripts are a must, and the supernatural wiki is hugely helpful by cataloguing all the hugs, prayers, phone calls, etc. in the show. gifmakers that tag episode numbers on their posts are your friends. it gets easier the more video you make—that’s another huge reason i make the google docs for each video (even the ones i plan in my head, i end up going back and making a loose script with episode notes just for reference). if i can’t remember where something is but i know i used it in another video, i can easily reference past scripts!

i also cut all my videos in the same project in premiere pro, so i can flip between them easily. instead of checking a past script, i can just go to the video sequence itself and copy the clip i’m looking for! this was especially helpful when i match cut together the 5x18 and 4x22 wall slam shots for my bestie video, and then stole it from myself for honeybee hahaha. at any given time i have at least 8 sequences open:

because of the sheer volume of videos i make, it’s worth it for me to download the entire show—i have all 327 episodes in HD, plus deleted scenes. if you think you’re only going to make a few videos, i’d start with scene packs. you can usually just google “destiel [or whatever ship/character you’re looking for] scene packs” and there will be any number of ones you can download. if you need other specific scenes, you can always download/torrent individual episodes or screen record netflix (that’s what i did before i got HD download links). i’m happy to share my links if you DM, but be warned it’s a lot of disk space (about 500GB on my hard drive). someone also compiled every destiel scene, downloadable here.

having every episode already loaded in premiere for all my projects also makes it a lot easier to source clips. once i use a clip in a video, i’ll put a marker on the episode file, so that after a while i have most of the important scenes/lines marked to easily find them. to give you an idea, this is my episode file in premiere for 12x10 lily sunder has some regrets (markers at destiel scenes, the car fight, hot girl cas, etc.). markers are the green tabs along the bottom:

premiere also lets you color code and name markers, so ONE DAY i will go back and color code them all. the ones above are all the same color, but in a perfect world, i’d have a myraid—for destiel shots like hugs, touches, looks; for important pieces of dialogue; for action shots; etc. but for now this works ok for me, so that’s a project for another time!

between detailed scripts, one giant premiere project, markers, the wiki, and my own memory, i have so many points of reference that i can usually find any clip i need in about 2 minutes max. sound bites are often harder to start out, or tiny specific shots i haven’t used before, and that’s when i turn to tumblr gifsets or beloved mutuals to crowdsource. but if you’re as obsessive about marking/keeping neat scripts as i am, it gets easier and easier with every video you make. that’s part of why i’m able to cut videos together so quickly. (also i want to stress i do this for a living and have to produce/edit a new piece for my show every day so i’m used to it. and compared to constantly updating content/sources and news that changes every day, 327 highly documented episodes that never change are much easier to handle hahaha)

this is all great for me since i make so many videos and plan to continue doing so, but if you’re only making a few, this level of work isn’t worth it imo. really it’s all about developing a system that works for you. whatever you do with episodes/sourcing, though, i cannot recommend planning things out in a script ahead of time enough. 

everything i just mentioned is producing, though. for the editing process, i usually do it in this order:

music first. any parts i want to cut, i make sure it all sounds smooth

then soundbites. i usually try to weave them into the lyrics—i have characters talk in breaks between lines or instrumental sections as much as possible. i’ll sometimes go so far as looped/extending an intsrumental part to make room for the soundbite i want there lol. if i do have dialogue over a line, i do the sound mixing/levels at this point as well to make sure everything is audible/one doesn’t overpower the other. (also i always include the video that goes with these bites when i drop them in, and decide later if i want to show the character speaking or have other clips cover the dialogue)

once i have all the audio locked in, then i bring in all my other video clips. sometimes i edit completely chronologically, sometimes jumping from section to section—it depends on the song or how i’m feeling

double check sound mixing. i usually listen to my videos through a few times, with headphones and without to make sure it’ll sound good no matter how people watch it

once i have picture and audio lock, i go through and color correct my clips. i’m basic and just use lumetri color in premiere, and usually just play with brightness, saturation, temperature, and tint until i like it

render and export! :)

i always have several audio tracks, but i try to keep my video tracks condensed. i’ll drop clips on a V2 level, and edit a section there, and drop the whole chunk down to V1 so i know it’s finished. that way when i leave and come back i can know where i left off/what’s done/etc. to give you an idea, this is the timeline for my what the hell video:

i always render as H.264 with high bitrate, and make sure to check “render at maximum depth” and “use maximum render quality” for the best quality. i’m sorry, but i don’t know what the equivalent options are in final cut, imovie, kdenlive, etc. i post on youtube mostly so i don’t have to sacrifice quality, but usually just using a lower bitrate will get you under the tumblr file size limit and it’ll still look good.

as for the anon who asked about “polishing”: first of all, thank you!! second of all, it’s in the details. all of this is a matter of taste and my own insanity, but here are some little things i always try to do:

after i color correct, i blur out any credits from the starts of episodes. i use gaussian blur for this, but really any blur tool works

as much as possible, i avoid clips where we see a character’s mouth move but don’t hear the words. in tv/film we call it “lip flap” and i just think it looks messy. also i’m trained to avoid it at all costs at work hahaha. it’s more for serious videos that this matters a lot to me (e.g. i think i did a really good job eliminating lip flap in my happy ending amv)—for comedy videos i don’t sweat it as much

i put audio fades on the start and end of every single audio clip i use, even if i don’t think i need it, to make sure everything sounds smooth

i use markers for timing, especially in action-y videos like what the hell. i’ll put a marker on the clip i’m using at the exact moment a punch lands, and in the song on the beat. if i have the magnet/snap in timeline tool on i can just easily snap them together instead of having to spend time finagling it

this is such a small thing but i dip/cut to black for a tiny bit at the start and end of every video. this way if i post with tumblr video player, there’s black between the loops, and it gives you a beat before the video restarts. i do this even on videos i post on youtube, just because i think it looks nicer/more professional

this is 1,500 words so i’m going to stop myself before i pull something. if you have follow-up questions feel free to ask and i’ll continue to add them to the vid help tag, but any more questions about sourcing clips or my process in general i’ll just link this post going forward. anyone who made it this far, i am sending to a telepathic kiss. thank you for reading and happy editing!

[vanilladyfics]

Fighting Fate - Ch 1

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Ship: Sir Nighteye x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, Mutual Pining, Office Romance

Warnings: Suicide Themes, Slight Sexuality, Yandere if you squint

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note:  I needed to get this out of my head so I can focus on other projects.  This story takes place after Eri’s rescue where nothing bad happened.

Summary: Nighteye’s quirk predicts his assistant will die before the night’s end, but he’s not about to accept fate this time around.

Do not repost.

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Mirai Sasaki was a hero first, man second.  His greatest strength as a hero came not from his precognition, but his control.  A control that, lately, has been slipping.  As a general rule, Sasaki only used his quirk for his hero work.  He only had one shot at it a day, so to waste it on something personal would not only be unprofessional, but could put himself and the people he had sworn to protect at risk should an emergency arise.  And yet, he wanted to use it on you.

Sasaki had no problem with you when you first started as his assistant.  Sure, there were times you needed to be reminded to smile, and his jokes didn't always land with you (which was on you-- his delivery was flawless), but everyone had those days.  Midnight was partially to blame.  Her recent jokes about his tickle torture machine being used for foreplay had been fresh in his mind the first time you needed it to be reminded to smile.  Sasaki had dismissed her comments easily enough.  There was nothing inherently sexual about tickling someone into submission with their hands bound above their head, helpless and vulnerable.  Their hysterical laughter turning into gasps and pants as they struggled for air.  Thighs clamped tightly together as they desperately tried to avoid wetting themselves, begging for release.

Then he put you in those cuffs, saw you writhe against the machine, and he understood.  Seeing you thrash about, pulling against your restraints, your shirt coming untucked from your waistband as you struggled, Sasaki felt... something.  He turned the machine off in a panic the moment he diagnosed what he was feeling.  Kayama was right, and he was a fool.

He hadn't put anyone in the machine since.  He considered taking it down and retiring it all together, but it served as an effective warning that his office would be full of smiles.  Still, he couldn't look at it the same way-- couldn't look at you the same way. He barely looked at you at all, actually.  Each time he did, his mind went to unprofessional places.  He made a point not to treat you any differently from his other employees.  He bought flowers.  Not for you.  For the office. It just happened that the logical place for them was on the front desk-- your desk.  The treats in the break room you liked weren't for you, but for the team.

Technically, Sasaki never instated a rule against dating subordinates.  He managed all of his employees directly, and never thought about any of them romantically, so the thought never occurred to him to implement one.  Asking out his assistant might be legal, but he morally couldn't put you in a position where you might fear for your livelihood.  The right thing to do would have been to get you a job somewhere else, wait until you were settled, and then make a move... but then you'd be so far away.

Sasaki couldn't stay in this limbo between courting and ignoring you forever.  He had a few options.  He could ignore the feelings, keeping you at arms length just to keep in his life.  He could throw all sense of propriety aside and ask you directly, risk losing you completely and forcing him to find a new assistant.  So he decided. If four-o-clock hit and he hadn't used his quirk for the day, he'd use it on you.  If he saw your future together, it was fate, morality and propriety be damned.  If you ended up with someone else, he would be a man step aside.

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You winced at the pounding in your head, forcing yourself to smile despite the pain.  You couldn't let anyone see you frown in Sir Nighteye's Hero Agency.  The last time you did, you were stuck in that HR nightmare of a contraption until you nearly wet yourself in front of Sir Nighteye himself.  You flushed at the memory.  You needed to get out, and this new influx of emails only confirmed it: Job applications, for your position.  He had caught you looking down once and had been acting strangely ever since.  Now you know it's because he had been sneaking around trying to replace you. You double checked Mr. Sasaki's schedule before confirming the interview times for this first batch of applicants.  You should have seen it coming, but it still hurt to have to help pick out your own replacement.  You saw their resumes.  Many of them had a better education and more experience than you.  They'd be a much better fit at the agency.  They probably wouldn't have to pretend to be happy.

You checked the time.  Four-o-clock.  One more hour and you'd be free to go home and cry yourself to sleep.  You paused.  No.  You still had to pick up groceries, reach out to your doctor about these headaches and starting your medication again, and figure out how to respectfully decline this last arranged marriage meeting.  Somehow, you doubted “Sorry, I but I still have a thing for my boss even though he wants to fire me” was going to cut it.  You added 'apply for jobs' to your mental to-do list.

Mr. Sasaki walked in.  You plastered your best smile on your face to greet him.  “Good evening, sir!”  You would play ignorant.  If he wanted to be sneaky, so could you.

“Good evening, [Y/N].  How are you?”

“I'm doing well... Sir?”  He was looking you in the eye for the first time since the tickle incident.  It felt strange somehow. Serious.

He cleared his throat, pulling a business card from the inner pocket of his blazer.  “Make sure to update Edgeshot's contact information before you leave.”

Your fingers brushed against his as you accepted the card.  “Right away, sir.”

He looked in your eyes, and your future played out in his mind like a strip of film: The stranger harassing you on the train ride home, stepping over the candidacy pictures of potential suitors someone slipped under your door, answering a phone call and arguing until you hung up and threw the phone against the wall.  The tears. The bathtub.  And then...

Nothing.

“My office.  Now.”

Icy dread washed over you as he closed the door behind you.  Just how much had he seen?  You stood at attention under his unnerving gaze.  The man was as handsome as he was intimidating.

“Tell me what's going on.”

You floundered for an answer. “Just... work.”  His grip on your arm tightened.  You winced.  He had to know you were lying-- he clearly saw something in your future he didn't like.  You had to give him something.  “I went ahead and scheduled the interviews for the assistant position next week.  Thank you for my time here.  I'm sorry we weren't a better fit.”

Oh.

He let go of your arm.  He only put out that help wanted ad to be prepared in case you left the agency.  He should have considered your reaction when you found out.  Stupid.  So incredibly stupid.  He was usually so thorough.  Sasaki sat at his desk.  He needed to think, and he couldn't do that standing right next to you.  When he saw your timeline cut short, he never thought he might have contributed to it.  He could change the future.  Fix it.  He'd seen it done before.

“I'm not firing you.”

“It's okay.  I didn't take it personally,” you lied, reminding yourself to smile.  Always smile.

You clearly didn't believe him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell you why he was looking for a new assistant.  Now wasn't the time for a love confession.  How could today have gone so wrong? He needed a plan.

“What are your plans for this evening?”

Was he asking you to stay late?  You shrugged.  “Running errands.  Groceries.  Dinner.”  File for unemployment.  “Normal stuff.”

He nodded, threading his fingers together.  It didn't sound like you were planning on ending things tonight, but he wasn't an expert.  His hero work centered on fighting external threats, like villains or natural disasters, not civilians who were a danger to themselves.  He should let an expert take over, but could he really entrust you to a stranger?  Could he convince you to talk to a crisis center when you couldn't admit anything was wrong?  Would the shame push you over that edge?  And why were you still smiling?

He needed to buy time, and for that, you wouldn't be leaving his sight.  He looked into your future again, but it remained unchanged.  The last push seemed to be that phone call, but he couldn't make out who it was from.  It didn't matter. “Give me your phone.”

His tone brokered no argument, and you handed it over without hesitation.  His thumb brushed over the screen.  It was cracked.  Surely he was paying you enough to have it repaired or replaced outright.  Sasaki frowned, considering.  No phone meant no phone call.  No phone call meant no tears.

He snapped it in half.

“What the hell!?”  You rushed to take the broken pieces from him, but he held them tighter.

“I'll buy you a new one.”

“That's not the point!  It wasn't yours!”

“I need you to work overtime tonight. You are not to leave this building, is that understood?”

Fate could be rewritten.  Sasaki would ensure you made it through tonight, even if you ended up hating him for it.

[destinyc1020]

Yes, his follow of N back in 2019 might have been a foreshadowing sign // yes, but so was O and even Z (second time).

With O, he followed her after they reconnected at a charity event early in 2019. That was the first hint. Then he visited her hospital. Second hint. She followed the brother trust account and applied to work for them. Third hint. But we were so busy focusing on tomdaya and when T is going to bisit the Euphoria set and what he’s doing in LA and Spiderman press that we didn’t see those hints then BOOM. It was like a slap in the face. Later on we saw those hints and understood how they connected.

With N, he followed her before filming cherry and she followed him and many accounts related to him. Some even thought she was his love interest in cherry. That was First hint. She has been in house before. Second hint. They constantly liked each other posts. Third hint. He came back from filming cherry and BOOM. There she is living with him. People wondered how on earth and when did that happen. But we were getting a lot of stories and rumors of him while he was filming cherry that we didn’t see those hints. And also the pap pics of Z and JE. But those hints between T and N were there but we just didn’t see it.

With Z (second time), now with Z we were able to detect the hints because not only we knew what a relationship between them is like, hut Z is famous and has her own fans that follow every little move she does so it was easier to see if their moves matched with eacb other. After winning emmy , T liked bunch of her pics and kept liking until her birthday and onward, first hint. He stopped liking N pics for a while, second hint. N and her ex connected, third hint. And then they arrived in Atlanta and it’s obvious something happened there. Maybe or maybe not anymore.

What I’m saying, there has always been hints but we are so focused on tomdaya or how to shut down antis and prove that tomdaya is back together that we miss hints. Then we get shocked when they appear with other people. Like right now, I’m keeping my eyes on T and N and their activity and T’a activity toward Z. That might be a hint that we wouldn’t realize until later. And maybe it’s not but we will be able to know that too. I just hope that we don’t get too carried away with T and Z and things they do (maybe to throw people off) that we miss real hints

I don’t know if I explained it well.

(I hope you have a nice, comfortable chair)

Anon, I understand what you're saying, but NONE of those things you mentioned above have even remotely happened with that model in Monaco (who has a bf btw), or the fan he met at the airport in France, or the fan who drove up to Scotland to see him, or with Sydney Sweeney, or with his co-star Ciara, or Sophia or ANY of the numerous other random women or models that Tom has either met, spoken two sentences to, or followed recently that fans have been smacking their gums about since late last year. 🥴 O and N were also friends of family or mutual friends of ppl close to Tom, so I think we need to also keep that in mind as well. 😏

And during the times that Tadia fans were pushing the Tadia narrative while Tom was in Atlanta with Z, it was CLEAR that he was spending time with Z, spending Thanksgiving with her, movie nights, talking about her in interviews even when her name wasn't even brought up, etc... and that's only what we KNEW. 👀

So why would we be focusing on a relationship that has clearly ended, when the patterns actually show that she might be dating her ex again, and he's spending time with HIS ex? Why make up these fanfics when the evidence isn't even showing that smthg is happening with them anymore, and hasn't since August? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Look, if you want to look at all of the MILLIONS of possibilities of women that Tom MIGHT be dating, then go ahead and be my guest. I'm not. You'll drive yourself crazy trying to figure out the numerous ppl Tom may or may NOT be dating imo. 🥴 Plus, I highly doubt that if you go to blogs that ship HunterDaya, or ship Tom with Sydney or any OTHER actress, that the ppl in there are presenting TOMDAYA receipts to their participants. 😏 So why do we have to be looking at every single possible option under the sun? 🥴 For many of us it's NOT that serious! We just like Tom and Z and know they used to date, and would love to see them maybe date again in the future. 😌 If not, we're perfectly happy with them being just friends. For many of us, the ship is just a fun, light-hearted thing cuz we love both of them (or at least I do), and it isn't taken so seriously. Some of you all I feel need to chill out lol.

I'll be honest, I try to look at the whole picture, but so far nothing Tom has done has even gone beyond what he was doing with Z, so why would I be focusing on millions of other phantom women when we don't even have any evidence of him doing (at the very least) what he was doing with Z in Atlanta? 🥴 In fact, he's been UNfollowing models, and has even stopped liking model pics. 👀

Listen....If more and more evidence points to Tom dating someone else, then of course I will suspect that he's dating someone else. But in the meantime, I'm not sitting up late at night with Excel spreadsheets and looking down a long list of possible names of women who he has come in 6ft contact with that I feel he might be dating. In fact, MOST (if not all) of the women that fans and antis have been blabbing about since Tom and Z landed in Atlanta have not come to fruition at all. Don't you see what a huge waste of time that is/has been?

Like I said, if you want to go ahead and do that, be my guest! Imo you're just gonna end up twisting yourself up into a pretzel, and it will prob all be a huge waste of time in the end trying to scramble and figure out who he's dating because you were heartbroken and "surprised" the last time. 🤪 Imo, you should wait for some REAL valid tea that at least trumps what he and Z have been doing 👀 before jumping to conclusions about every single girl he breathes next to.

Idk about anyone else, but I honestly don't care if he's dating a woman who comes out of left field. Who cares? 🤷🏾‍♀️ Being "surprised" doesn't worry me. I'm supportive of Tom dating whoever he wants as long as he's happy and they are a decent person. 😊 But I'm a FAN of Tom and I'm a FAN of Z, so of course I would love to see them work things out and be together again if that's what they want.

So no, I will NOT be suspecting that Tom is dating every single girl he comes in contact with (esp when it doesn't make any sense whatsoever). That would drive me bonkers. But go ahead and do that if you wish lol. 😅

Sorry for this dissertation, but I felt like I had to make some things clear.

[ohdearhiddles]

SUMMARY: You and Tom are friends with benefits, but no one knows that. He teaches you to play a game, but wants you to lose so he can take you away. Tom gets his way.

TITLE: Lace and Gravel

WORD COUNT: 3024 ((!!! so long))

AUTHOR NOTES/WARNINGS: smut ahead!! please only read if you are 18 and above!! rough/public sex and language warning!! i think that’s it? i haven’t written smut in a couple years so YIKES to me if this really sucks guys but i couldn’t help myself :)

Tom’s hand gripped your hip as he pulled your backside towards him. You felt his growing erection hiding beneath the fabric of his jeans press into the small of your back as his lips ghosted over the nape of your neck. The room was silent, all the noises around you had drowned out, and the only thing either of you could hear were the heavy breaths being exchanged in the midst of silence. Your hand was resting on the table in front of you while the other was caught in Tom’s grip.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, practically breathless from the arousal growing within you.

“And why shouldn’t we?” He practically growled at you, his fingers moving from your hip to brushing his fingertips along your outer thigh.

Of course, Tom knew you were right. You definitely should not be doing this, but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wanted. It’s not like you were going to stop him. You wouldn’t dare, not when he was already so turned on.

Tom and you had met a few months ago at a mutual friend’s party. At the time you had most definitely been somebody else’s date, but just one suggestive glance from Tom that night was enough for you to ditch your date to dance with the tall gentleman. Ever since that day, your friend group had considered the two of you to be good friends. Now, how good of friends, they would never know. If any of them had found out about the little affair, it would be more than just the usual gossip.

You had been quite adamant with Tom to keep your relationship, if you could even call it that, under wraps. At first, he completely agreed. However, as the two of you kept running into each other, finding a way to keep the growing sexual frustrations and longing glances at bay was becoming increasingly difficult, which was why the two of you were now in this slightly obscene situation.

Tom’s grip tightened as he ushered you to lean forward over the table. His body was practically molded against yours, hands now encapsulating yours as he pulled back your right hand with his before quickly jolting it forwards. A harsh clack resonated within the room and you were brought back into the reality of the situation. The feeling of Tom’s warmth left you as he took a step back, a subtle smirk on his lips as his eyes fell onto yours.

“Hiddleston, I thought you were going to teach her how to play billiards, not teach her how to lose,” a distant voice called as you were still mentally getting over the thoughts running through your head. You glanced over at the table to see a young man you had never met before pull the 8 ball out of the pocket in the far left corner. Indeed, Tom had just cost you the game when it had only just begun. Something in your mind told you that his goal was to ensure that no one wanted you to take part in the game in the first place just so he could drag you away unnoticed.

That part of your mind, of course, was completely correct in guessing Tom’s tactics. Judging by the look of feigned innocence and his hands in his air as a gesture of surrender, you knew that the playful attitude was much more than just getting you to lose. You shook your head, mentally noting that he liked to play dirty.

As you walked away from the scene, you felt Tom’s eyes bore into your back. This only made you put a little more sway in your steps, hips shaking in a way that would most certainly get more than his attention on you. When you reached the pub’s bar, you politely requested for a Black Velvet before turning to see Tom making his way towards you. His expression was determined in a way that you knew all too well, and as your cocktail made its way into your hand, so did Tom. And oh, how easily he always fell right into the palm of your hand.

He sat down, making a request for a simple bourbon. Your eyes followed his fingers as they tapped away on the counter. Your drink made its way to your lips as you watched him turn slightly towards you, his own drink pressed to his lips. You bit your lip, wanting to taste that bourbon on his lips. Eyes wandering up and down your body, Tom’s lips curled into a smirk, “Quite the show you put on there.”

“I have no idea what you mean,” you responded quickly, taking another long sip from your glass.

Tom let out a laugh, grinning as he spoke, “All the men in this bar had their eyes on your ass when you decided to put on that tiny show.”

You didn’t give a direct answer; in fact, you barely answered at all. A subtle grin behind the clear glass was all Tom saw in response to what he said. He knew that you put on a show for him, and now he was well aware that you knew that you would draw more than just his attention. Your eyes met his just to see lust begin to swirl within them like an uncontrollable whirlpool of intense sexual frustration within his usual gentlemanly behavior.

The two of you didn’t exchange any more words, instead, you both watched as everyone around you buzzed about, drunkenly laughing at anything said. Patience was key. After everyone had seen Tom practically dry hump you over a pool table, whether they realized that that was exactly his intention, it would be far too obvious for you two to slip away unnoticed regardless of how large the crowd was. Slowly but surely, people stopped approaching Tom, and your drink was nearing empty. The tall gentleman’s glass had already been emptied long ago by the time you finished yours, but he still held the glass as if it was full. His other hand tapped on the side lightly, a symbol of increasing tension within his body.

Without so much as a glance your way, he stood up and walked towards the side exit of the bar. A few seconds passed and you decided to walk out the front door. The chill air met your bare arms as the door shut behind you. From a short distance you could hear the sound of an engine roaring to life before Tom’s car rounded the corner. The window rolled down as he approached your shivering form, “Need a ride, darling?”

His voice was smooth and seductive as he spoke. Your imagination ran wild with just the small phrase. The offer was implying much more than an onlooker would be able to grasp, which was why his words were perfect.

“Please,” you responded, opening the car door to take a seat. As the tinted window rolled back up, Tom’s hand made its way to your thigh. The car ride was silent as he drove, and you took the opportunity to take a quick glance at your reflection in the overhead mirror, hoping you didn’t look as much of a hot mess as you felt. Your cheeks were burning from arousal, a sure blush creeping on your face from anticipation.

As you pushed the mirror back up, you felt Tom’s hand slide your dress up to the uppermost parts of your thighs, revealing a pair of black lace underwear. Your eyes traveled from his hand to his eyes where he was glancing back and forth from the road to your revealed undergarments. Tom shifted in his seat as he attempted to pay attention to where he was going, but his growing arousal was causing him to pick up the speed.

Although he knew he shouldn’t tempt himself further, Tom couldn’t resist pulling your thigh towards him, spreading your legs ever so slightly so he could access the space between them freely. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as his fingers grazed over the fabric separating his cool skin from your heat. A soft moan of desire escaped your lips as his fingers danced over the material, rubbing slow circles on top of your clit. The lace fabric was pushed aside and the cool air circulating the car made you squirm. Tom’s middle finger ran along the outermost lips of your heat. His eyes widened as he pressed the finger into your warmth, his tongue running along his lips.

“So wet for me already, baby?” He spoke as his finger pumped in and out.

You responded with a gasp as a second finger joined the first, curling up to apply pressure on your most sensitive point. Your moans only grew as he continued the joyous torture, but it seemed more torturous for him than it was for you. As you felt your high approaching you attempted to bring your own hand to help stimulate yourself. Tom caught sight of your attempts to relieve yourself and pulled his hand away immediately. The empty feeling made you squirm in your seat, a whimper escaping your lips.

Tom only clicked his tongue at you as his hand gripped your thigh, “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?”

Your eyes widened at his words, and you attempted to close your legs to apply some friction to your pulsing core. Tom’s grip was firm, though, and he wasn’t allowing any of it. He wanted you to writhe in your seat, he wanted to hear you beg for him to touch you.

“Please,” you whimpered, tugging at his fingers that were oh so very close to your aching core. You watched as his jaw clenched, the sound of your plea causing his erection to twitch within the confines of his pants. Reaching over, you placed your palm to the growing bulge, pressing down. His hips bucked up towards the feeling of your hand, yearning for your fingers to wrap around his member. Tom hissed, slamming on the brake as he pulled over on the side of the road.

You frantically looked around to see that the two of you were surrounded by trees, and suddenly it was clear what his intentions were. He had taken the backroads towards your home for this very reason. Tom undid his seatbelt before stepping out of the vehicle. He opened your door swiftly, reaching over to undo your own seatbelt before pulling you from the car.

You stood before him, the wetness between your legs only growing as his eyes met yours. He grinned before taking a step back, “Take them off.”

Not knowing what he was talking about, you shook your head. His eyebrows furrowed at your dismissal of the command. So, he tried again.

“Take them off,” his voice was deep, demanding, and overall the sexiest thing you had ever heard. You nodded this time, hiking your dress up to reveal the lace panties once more. He bit his lip as he watched you pull them down your legs until they were on the gravel at your feet. 

“Now, bend over for me,” he spoke again, eyes following your every movement. You turned your back to him and pressed your chest up against the back of the car. Tom’s fingers brushed against your lips, applying pressure to the aching nerves that were readily exposed to him.

“So, so beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers pressed into your warmth for the second time that night. His fingers immediately curled, causing pleasure to course through your body. This continued only for a few seconds until his hands left you empty once again. The sound of his belt being undone and his zipper being pulled down could be heard from your position.

Tom grasped your forearms and folded them on your back, pinning you to the car completely. Your wrists were held in one of his hands as he pulled you back quickly, filling your pussy to brim with his cock. The sensation made you scream from how quickly it had happened. Tom’s hand let go of your wrists, bringing it to your face to cover your mouth before pulling out just enough so that his cock teased your entrance ever so slightly before sinking himself balls deep once again. He repeated this action three more times, each time causing your eyes to roll back and a muffled moan to echo in the darkness.

“So tight for me,” he grunted as he released his hold on your mouth, gripping your hips with all his might as he began to roughly thrust in and out of your core.

“Tom,” you moaned, “Fuck.”

The mixture of his skin coming into contact with yours along with the squelching sound of your wet folds being repeatedly pounded upon resonated all around your connected bodies. Part of you feared that an innocent person would drive at any moment, but the other part of you yearned for this public display to never end. The risk of being caught made you moan even louder as if you were daring someone to come see, daring them to watch this man dominate your entire being.

“Moan for me, baby,” he growled.

Tom pulled your body up, arching your back so that you were still partially bent over. He groaned at the feeling of your tight body wrapped around his throbbing cock, each thrust bringing him closer to his peak. The hand that once covered your mouth minutes ago, now rested between your thighs, slapping the skin right above your clit. The sensation caused another moan to escape you. At the sound, Tom pulled himself out of you.

His hands found your hips as he pulled your body up to sit on the car. Without even a second to waste, his cock was nestled deep within you once again. You leaned your body onto the cool metal, arching your back as Tom hunched over you to press a sloppy kiss to your revealed cleavage. The new angle allowed Tom’s cock to press firmly to your sweetest spot, his hard thrusts sending newfound waves of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck, yes, right there,” you moaned, your fingers gripping Tom’s shoulders to keep him in his place. “I want to cum, please make me cum.”

Your desperate pleas spurred the remaining energy in him on. His thrusts became faster, plunging deep inside of you while you writhed beneath him in pleasure. Beads of sweat were accumulating on his forehead as you watched his hand reach down towards where the two of you were connected. “Cum for me, baby. I can feel you clenching around me.”

The mixed sensation of his thumb rubbing against your clit and the feeling of his erection moving within you caused your legs to shake. You silently thanked him for not allowing you to stand anymore or else you surely would have collapsed by now. Your walls tightened around him as you reached your orgasm, curses and moans spilling from your lips as Tom continued to thrust deeply into you. His own string of curses fell from his mouth at the feeling of your convulsing pussy clenching around him. Tom’s eyes screwed shut as he felt his own high approaching quickly. 

Your hands grabbed at his hair as you spoke, “Cum in me, please. I want your cum in me.”

It only took a few seconds for him to sink himself deep within you, shooting his seed as he moaned deeply into the crook of your neck. The both of you breathed heavily, letting the euphoria settle for a bit before Tom decided to pull out. As his cum began to trickle out from your heat, he used his fingers to scoop it up before pressing it deep within you. Your head fell back at the sensation as he teasingly curled his fingers to touch your sensitive point before pulling away. His other hand still gripped your hips, not allowing you to get up just yet. 

When your eyes met his, he smirked, “Keep that in there.”

You bit your lip at the command, nodding meekly as if you hadn’t just had sex right off of a public road. As you hopped off the edge of the car, Tom fixed his outfit. Your underwear still laid on the gravel where you had left it, but as you picked it up, he pulled it away with a tsk.

“No, darling,” he smiled suggestively, tossing the material into the back of his car as he motioned for you to get in. 

Your eyes widened at his request, “But I still need to walk up to my apartment and it’s a little breezy outside.”

Not only that, but you were quite worried that Tom’s seed would begin to drip out of you if you weren’t wearing anything; however, the glint in his eyes showed that he knew that already. He softly spanked your backside, grinning mischievously, “I’m well aware, darling.”

“So you’re just going to make me walk with no underwear on?” You questioned daringly.

Tom hummed in response as you finally sat in the passenger’s seat. He shut the door quickly before making his way around to the other side. As you sat there, he began driving once again. It was almost as if nothing had happened for him.

The rest of the drive was quiet, and Tom kept his hands to himself for the most part, and when you reached the apartment complex, you were surprised to see that he had parked the car in the garage. You glanced at him questioningly, but he was already out of the car and opening your door like he had at the side of the road. His hand pressed against the small of your back as he led you towards the elevator, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“Why are you walking me?” You finally asked as the two of you entered the elevator. He pressed the button to your floor before turning to you and speaking. 

“I haven’t given you that ride yet.”

[worldbuildingworkshop]

Worldbuilding Tutorial #11: Example World A

Intro From this point on, I’m putting the example tutorials under a readmore so that they’re not taking up as much space. This will be an example out how to outline history, using World A; specifically, I’ll be using this world to demonstrate the sequential method I outlined in the tutorial portion.

Deciding Priorities: World A is an odd one to start with because it’s not one that lends itself well to history. It’s a world that roots itself quite firmly in the present, and the beings that live in it are by and large not ones to keep records of history. So I’ll likely be doing a bit more outlining than I would have done on my own, for the sake of providing an example. I’ll use this one to demonstrate the sequential development method, since that’ll work best here.

Check Your Notes: One of the other reasons this world lends itself well to sequential building is because it’s a late hunter-gatherer to early agricultural world so far as technological development goes. That’s quite early on in a world’s history. Societies are mostly structured as villages of extended familial bands rather than broader governments (with a couple of exceptions). That said, historical development in any world you’re making doesn’t need to reflect that of the real world - and because of the underlying metaphysical traits of this world, that applies here. Like I said above, it’s a world that roots itself firmly in the present and in terms of internal logic has less need for history than we do; it also has less need to progress the way we think of progress in terms of technological and civic development. These are all things to keep in mind.

That said:

Where To Start As mentioned above, most of the societies in this world are in a late hunter-gatherer to early-agricultural phase of development. What ties these regions together are similar cultural and environmental features rather than any sort of overarching government. There are the Seelie and Unseelie fey in the Misty Moors, who dislike each other; the humans in Region #3, who get along well with the Seelie; the humans in Region #4, who are at the moment largely isolated; and the elves in Region #6, who are hostile to everyone. 

So where does this go? One of the forces that tends to drive people to change is the existence of an outside threat. This can be anything from an outside invading force to severe changes in environmental conditions. Another force that has the potential to drive large changes is significant technological developments: writing, metallurgy, large sailing ships, etc. Often these sorts of development hinge on the discovery of a new resource, or on discovering a new way to use an existing resource - or, at times, a combination of both. 

That gives us options. You can pick one you like most or that feels like the most likely option; or, you can forecast them and pick the one that seems most interesting to you. For sake of example, I’ll demonstrate forecasting.

Natural Changes: As potential for large threats go, sweeping environmental change is quite possible for this world. There are two primary candidates: one is weather, one is geologic. In the case of weather, because this part of the world is at such a low latitude, a Great Freeze of some kind is very likely; this would drive most of the societies at lower latitudes up to warmer pastures - which, in this case, means that humans and elves move up into the Misty Moors. This has a great deal of potential for conflict between the Fey and Mortals, and is a possibility that stands to force some cooperation between the Unseelie and the Seelie.

The other possibility is geologic: a massive earthquake, or perhaps the emergence of a new volcano. Given that, in this world, the core of the planet is made of mana - and thus rocks are incredibly magically powerful - the fallout from such a thing is most likely to be a long-term positive despite short-term destruction. Based on the tectonic plates, either an earthquake or a volcano are most likely to occur along the northernmost side of this region - which is to say, in Unseelie territory. This likely results in an empowering of the Unseelie, who then turn that on the Seelie; who may in turn seek shelter with humans. This has the potential both for conflict and common cause - in that the greater contact with Fey will likely result in humans both fearing and hating them more, and learning from them and intermingling more. 

Invasion: Without the factor of a natural change - as above - the most likely source for any sort of invasion or large-scale conflict rests with the elves. One possible branch of this is looking to wipe nearby fey out as a way of proving themselves; another possible branch of this is expanding into less inhospitable territory, and thus looking to conquer humans. Both would not be out of the question either. 

Technological Changes: Because most of the magic in this world rests in the bedrock, a technological change to do with stone, metal, or gems is the most likely to result in a big change. The most obvious candidate here is metallurgy, because that’s the path we took in the real world: and in this world, that likely develops into the potential for magical weapons. Another less obvious - but perhaps more interesting - candidate is glassmaking. Glass would be inherently magical as well, and paves the way for technology to do with lenses and far seeing. Any of these technologies are likely to develop with mortals rather than fey. The “where” of it becomes more interesting from there: in that humans have the most access to the physical resources in either case, but the elves are more likely to discover how to craft both by dint of being magic-users and because of their emphasis on skill. 

None of these are mutually exclusive, of course - it is possible for more than one of these to happen, either simultaneously or in sequence. One of the things that is important to remember about this particular world is the importance of Fate; and the way that fate drives cycles in the world. As such, “most realistic” has little to do with it - it’s more about what makes sense for the world, and in this case the world is one possibility in a self-aware cosmos trying to understand the nature of life, and in this case the cosmos looking to understand the nature of life from the perspective of emotion.

What Happens Next Given the above, the most likely event to happen first is the invasion of the elves. Their emotions are strong - stronger than humans’ - and they have a great deal of reason to feel anger towards both humans and fey. Most likely, the world gives the elves a prophecy that it is their time to cause hurt in return for the rejection they were dealt; and the elves invade.

In the state that humans are in - so many scattered villages - this does not end well for them. The elves have a more organized society, access to direct magic, and an emphasis on honing skill; the advantages that humans have are numbers and greater physical ability, but those will only do so much without an ability to organize them. Many humans are killed; those who are not are likely colonized by the elves, which may take many forms. Other humans likely flee to the fey woods and the moors, which is likely to instigate another crisis amongst the fey on its own. Some humans are likely killed by the fey in turn; in other places, alliances are formed and lines are drawn against elves. From these alliances are likely to come more elves - born outside of the budding empire - who are in turn possibly either killed, leave to join the empire, or else become their own way of being. The conflict lasts for some years; then, eventually, settles out.

With the new lands that the elves have conquered, they gain access to new resources. Farming, plants, and agriculture is one facet of this; metallurgy and glassworking, as noted above, is another. This technology is likely kept and developed away from humans, who are involved in the labor to acquire these materials but not to craft them; and then used by the elves to enforce any boundaries between themselves and humans in society as whole. Humans are not stupid, and most likely work to steal this technology or else develop it themselves; but not before - 

Because each generation has its own prophecy in this world, it’s time for a new one. This one comes in the form of a volcano that erupts on the borders of Unseelie territory. The Unseelie, empowered, wreak havoc on the Seelie fey on the southern end of the Misty Moors and keep pushing into what are now elven conquered lands. This is a threat that the elves will not suffer, but most likely cannot stand up to; and, with the humans having stolen metallurgy and glasswork with intent to use them, the elven empire likely dissolves both from the inside and the outside at once.

This ends one of two ways. Either the empire crumbles into chaos as elves fight unseelie and humans and seelie, and the Unseelie end up on top; or, the conflict forces Mortals and the Seelie to work together. Touching back on this world as a way to understand life and emotion, the second option seems the way to go. 

Humans and Seelie is an easy alliance to make; and, with elves having lost their hold on humans, humans are able to use that as a great enough threat to the elves to force an alliance with them as well. Most of all, it seems likely that the key here is the elves: not the empire, but the elves born outside of it. By nature of being like but also unlike both sides, they have the potential to become intermediaries in ways that make the whole process work. The Unseelie are pushed back, their access to the source of the problem - the volcano - must be cut away somehow eventually, and life settles back into something that resembles where we started: only, a few steps ahead. This time, we have new resources and technologies; and this time, there is a greater organization and interconnection to it all; and this time, there is a greater understanding between Fey and Elves and Humans - for now.

After That... You’ve seen the process above; from this point, it is essentially rinse and repeat. What are the big factors that are most likely to induce a big change? Which ones are the right ones, and how do they play out - and how does that change the situation? You follow the trail for as long as it leads, until you find a place you want to stop for now and spend a little more time in; and that’s where your story comes from.

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So that’s the sequential method. I’ll demonstrate working backwards to construct a history in the next example with World B.