#it just makes me so happy to finally have things formatted this way. its much more enjoyable

[markrosewater]

Hey Mark, I just wanted to say you've always seemed like a really cool guy. I've played magic for over 4/5ths of my life, since the early 2000s when I was only five years old, I even met most of my long time friends through it. But I think I finally feel alienated enough by it to drop it entirely.

I always enjoyed every aspect of this game, from the deckbuilding, to the flavor, to the color pie and the possibilities it presented. I loved the fantasy of it, of planeswalkers and wizards, dragons and castles.

Universes Beyond really was the end of it, all the way back then. When i heard the announcements I was terrified, I knew where it would lead even then. I loved the world of Magic, and it feels silly to say about a card game but I truly felt immersed in the world when I played, even with the different planes, everything cohered to an internal set of rules that seemed unbreakable.

For a while I continued, our local scene created a variant format that banned Universes Beyond cards so I was able to ignore them, but then came Neon Dynasty. It felt strange to me, like it was breaking what I had come to expect out of the game. Most people disagreed, said it was still Magic enough, but I wondered just how far it would be pushed before Magic lost any identity of its own, anything that separated it from Fortnite or any other crossover soup known entirely for the things it borrows rather than the things it is.

When I saw the first spoilers for Duskmourn, I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back. When I play at the table with my friends, I enjoy the fact that all the cards feel like part of one larger universe. And when I see cards with televisions and smartphones in them, with modern clothing and internet references, I just can't fit them together in my mind. It seems like a cool world, much like a lot of the crossovers are cool worlds, but I play Magic for well... Magic. If I wanted to play Fallout or Warhammer 40k, or watch Insidious or Walking Dead, then I would. But when I play Magic, I want to see magic.

And it's canon, just as canon as Innistrad or Alara. We can't excise it like we can Universes Beyond, and if we can't, then what's even the point of trying to "protect the tone" with those bans? What tone are we protecting, that's already been shattered from within?

More and more it feels like the game just isn't for me, doesn't want the kind of player that feels strongly about cohesion and immersion. And that's fine, it doesn't have to cater to me, and the current approach seems to bring in more people than it drives away. But it still just makes me sad, on a deep personal level, to give up on what has been such a major part of my life.

In all likelihood, I'm an outlier, and you could easily say that Magic getting even broader in what it covers is only a positive thing. Take my critiques only as the lamentations of a single person. But when you can put anything in a piece of media, when there's no unifying idea of what is and isn't possible, then it just starts to feel meaningless.

I'm sorry, I know you'll probably never read this, I mostly just needed to get it off my chest- and you're the closest thing to a human face Magic the Gathering has. Thank you for all the work you've put into it over the years, and I'm sorry that I can't enjoy it anymore.

Thanks for writing. From a big picture, Magic excels at creating variety and does poorly at consistency. The core idea of a trading card game is we make lots and lots of pieces you can play with and then you, the player, customize your game as you see fit. History has shown us, the wider we spread the potential of what Magic can be, the more people find something they enjoy and are attracted to the game.

Think of it this way. Each player has a different sense of what Magic is to them. There's no cutoff point where we make the majority of players happy. In fact, for many players, it's the ever-expanding quality to the game that they enjoy most.

This does mean though that we might make choices that don't connect with what you personally enjoy, and I respect that. If Magic isn't providing what you want out of it, that's okay. My only recommendation is don't get rid of your cards. Many Magic players rotate in and out of the game, and the number one complaint I hear from players who rotate back in is them having gotten rid of everything when they rotated out.

Magic might not be what you need right now, but maybe a few years from now you've changed in ways which makes it something you will enjoy. Or maybe Magic will evolve in a way that speaks to you. The only constant I know is you and Magic will both change. Just leave yourself the possibility of reconnecting.

Thanks for playing all these years, and I hope to see you again.

[unofficial-underfell]

Hey guys, I've been thinking about making this post for a long time and I think its finally time I do so. After realizing that some of my last work was done over a year ago, I don't think I can really ignore it anymore. While I haven't quite thrown in the towel on this quite yet, it's pretty evident to me and I'm sure to everyone who still follows this blog that my fervor for the project has drastically decreased. And has been kind of dead for a while. The comic has not been a priority to me, or posting online much at all actually. I did some soul searching and found that I'd started relying on outside approval for my art instead of doing art for the sake of wanting to tell a story and express myself throughout my work. I have limited energy and depression and sometimes it feels like i get such little progress done even though it takes all of my energy. While I'm trying to go to the gym more and build better habits my energy levels and mood still have a lot to be desired, and I'd rather use the limited energy I have to work on something I'm more passionate about.

I've been trying to grow my skills and absorb more stories and I've moved around a lot and started to listen to what I really felt, and I found that a lot of the art I want to focus on deals with heavier and more mature topics. I do love this story, and all of the characters and I feel like I could make a really clever subversion of what is expected from an Underfell comic. But I feel like in these uncertain times with the world and with all of the stuff going on right now, I'd like to use my energy to work on stories that hit closer to the things that I feel are important. So that's why I've not been posting much.

I'm working on a book, and I've actually got quite a lot of progress done on it, but because of all the horror stories online about people stealing author's original works, I'm kind of holding off on publishing any chapters before I can copyright the first draft of the novel. So my online activity will still be pretty scarce for a bit, though I'll still post occasionally on my @cosmicpixel01 account. I'll try better to not be so radio silent though lol. Even if that means I'll post something boring about my dog or books I'm reading just so everyone knows I'm still alive.

I don't want to call it quits on the story. But I also feel like you guys have been kept waiting to see what happens for a really long time, and that makes me feel so guilty. I will try to finish up the pages I have in the works, and I'm probably going to switch to a different format that is some drawings, some writing to finish the story. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to finish it the way I intended for you guys, even with all of the support and kind words and even the fanart that I've kept in a folder on my desktop. I am letting a lot of you down, but I feel like the radio silence is probably more irresponsible than just going out and saying something. And I'm sorry I've kept you all waiting for a not-so-happy update on the blog.

I hope that some of you will continue to follow me for some of my other exploits and see whatever other things I have going on, but I understand that you all followed me for Undertale so I don't want you to feel any sort of guilt if you decide not to. I'm just happy you all supported me for so long.

I'll try to work on this blog again soon, and if anyone has any questions, my asks are open, though I'll probably keep the asks private. Until then I hope everyone stays safe out there. And from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

-Avery

[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

[signanothername]

The way u format ur drawings and comics are SO GOOD its so easy to read but I can get SO MUCH FEELJNG FROM IT it's my favorite thing ever pls don't explode 🎀

Oh my god thank you so much dygdgdgdh

Formating is something that I actually get a bit anxious about during the arting process, especially for comics that have a lot of dialogue

Cause other than making sure that the art and dialogue are easy to follow along, i need to account for differences in how people perceive said art and dialogue, a lil example of this is this lil panel

Most people are going to read it like this:

however people are different and i know there are people who tend to read it like this:

So I try my damn best to make the dialogue is easy to follow along so even people who usually read dialogue the second way, actually read it in the first way (aka the way i intend it to be read, whether I succeed or not isn’t something I’m aware of but I sure do hope so hahaha)

And I also love to experiment with panels to see how to make the comic look a lot cooler while still maintaining simplicity and its easiness to follow along

Here’s a quick example of the same page but after playing around with the panels, the first is the og page look, the second is the final page look (you’re lucky to see a page from an unreleased yet to be finished comic dbhdhdhdh)

Needless to say comics are hard to make but still are very fun

Knowing my comics are easy to follow yet they still get the feelings i want across makes me happy actually so thank you for telling me that <3333

Dw would never explode just for you 🫵❤️🌷✨

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 26 – ROM-COM

Sugar on Top by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 17,732 Tags: No Powers AU, Baker Steve, Meet-Cute

Summary: When Tony's relationship turns out to be a recipe for disaster, a chance encounter with a Brooklyn baker serves up something sweet.

Reasons why I love it: Everything about this fic just makes me so happy. It's fluffy and soft and everything I need when I'm having a not-so-good day. Tony and Steve are both so lovely, and the way they deal with their long-distance relationship just makes me really happy. They truly deserve each other. If you like romance and schmoop, this fic is definitely a must-read!

The Three-Date Opportunity by Annie D (scaramouche)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 18,308 Tags: Getting Together, Unrequited to Requited, Avengers Tower

Summary: Tony gets three dates to win over a skeptical Steve. Three, no more and no less.

Reasons why I love it: The whole premise of this fic is already so much fun. It really feels like this could be the plot of a romantic comedy. Tony's masterplan for flirting with Steve is really adorable, and I love the way it all gets flipped on its head towards the end of the fic. It's wonderful, and if you haven't read this one yet, I hope you give it a shot!

Double Exposure by shetlandowl

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 25,868 Tags: Actor AU, Friends to Lovers, Pining Steve

Summary: After a brief stint in the third installment of the Captain America franchise, Tony Stark was brought back to reprise his role as Iron Man in the fourth Captain America movie, Avengers Assemble. Tony had spent most of his twenties becoming a household name as a rising star in Mexican telenovelas, and Avengers Assemble is his breakout role on the big screen – and, more importantly, his introduction to the mainstream US audience. Even after the movie is completed, Steve and Tony’s friendship remains a source of support that they instinctively rely on for encouragement and guidance. Tony’s fearless approach helps Steve break out of his comfort zone, and Steve’s solid grounding helps Tony focus on what matters. This promotional tour is a new experience for Tony, but with Steve’s help, his learning curve isn’t so steep. Steve’s learning curve, on the other hand, is life changing.

Reasons why I love it: Steve's internal struggle with figuring out his feelings for Tony is so good! And oh my god, the puppy interview is the cutest thing ever. In general, the interviews and show excerpts are super fun to see, I love the non-linear storytelling format. And the moment that they finally get together is absolutely perfect. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

[demigoddessqueens]

First of all I just wanted to thank you for letting me know your requests were open. It makes me so happy to see people still giving Ezio the love he deserves! I don’t usually go for a lot of the more cliche lover tropes but I can’t stop thinking of Childhood best friend Ezio x reader.

What comes to mind is reader and Ezio having a strained relationship prior to his family’s execution due to readers newfound romantic feelings for Ezio and his infatuation with Christina. But once Ezio’s world is flipped on its axis after the murder of his father and brothers that he would seek reader’s help and comfort as he escapes Florence and trains to become an assassin.

I think at first he would be too shaken up and focused on revenge but after a while he would come to realize that he likes the reader. Maybe he would confess then, or perhaps after he kills Uberto.

It’s up to you to decide how you want to write all of this and what format (if you choose this request at all). You definitely don’t have to use my ideas if you don’t want to either, honestly I’d just love to see any type of Ezio x childhood best friend reader content. Thank you so so much for opening requests and for reading this 💗

Speaking my language with the Ezio angst!!! I need moar 💕💔

MASTERLIST 10

You cared for Ezio so much and it hurts. Growing up close with the Auditores was filled with the happiest memories of you, Frederico, Ezio and Claudia together, welcoming Petruccio, but your feelings always ran different with Ezio.

It left you dismayed at the unrequited feelings, and you felt your heart shatter when you heard of his late escapades of getting chased out with Christina.

Yet nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that struck when you heard of what happened to Giovanni and his two sons, your closest friends. There wasn’t time to grieve as you would have liked now that targets were on you and your family’s back, and you had to leave much of what you knew behind.

Only you didn’t expect to see Ezio at the same place of refuge at the end of things. He mentions that he was able to send a final goodbye to his father (with the help of Christina) but you ignore the pangs at your heart. You mourn along with him at the loss of the life you once knew together.

Being friends of friends (or family) of Assassins come with the perks of protection, but nothing you know of is ever the same again. Getting adjusted to your new life leads to unexpectedly wielding a blade, despite the constant wounds

Still, Ezio is there to see you grow and change as you both reach your respective milestones well into adulthood.

When Leonardo comes to see you both, it’s a much needed reprieve you didn’t realize you needed. A sense of normalcy despite all the heartbreak, and you realize how much you miss Ezio’s smile whenever you laugh at each other’s jokes.

Things feel…different. Upheavals so young and facing through them together does bring you closer. You and Ezio talk of the nightmares, seeking revenge, but try not to forget the good times as well.

In his quest against those who wronged him and his family, Ezio still thinks of you. You bring a tether and one close to him who knows what he’s feeling, going through.

There was one time you swore you felt him kiss you when you fell asleep at one of the desks, but you never brought it up since

Still, you heard of the visits he had with Christina and you didn’t think it would still affect you but jealousy works in mysterious ways. The day he lost her was the day you saw something shift in him, beyond the grief and pain from before.

He’s more urgent, stringent on whenever you go on missions or gather intel, and always wants to be by your side. Even Claudia begins to notice the change in her brother

It starts to annoy you at first, Ezio always hovering around you and whenever another person (let alone man) talks to you

“Ezio, this has gone on far too long now! Why are you always hovering near me?!”

“BECAUSE I WONT LOSE ANOTHER! Not those I CARE about!”

Speechless.

You don’t have anything to retort, especially since he still has more to say

“I’ve lost more than enough in one lifetime, and I can’t lose you too. I care for you…maybe even more than that.”

You can only hug him for now, but come the next day there’s still more to say

[acatbyanyothername9]

The horror in Husky and his white cat shizun

One thing that strikes me as I re-read 2ha is that Meatbun is in my opinion incredibly skilled at writing horror. And i don't see much discussion about it except in a general hand wavy "it's dark" way. People tend to focus more on the "noncon" between Taxian-Jun and Chu Wanning than the other things.

There's so many things that didn't jump out to me as much during my first read but that are just glaring now. In my opinion it also makes the moments of happiness and the few truly good people stand out all the more.

As meatbun put it in chapter 68 : "it turned out that the most disgusting thing in this world was not ghosts or demons, but those cowardly, worthless beasts who wore human skins and hid in the crowd, willing to say and to do anything in the name of their own survival. At the end of everything, they would say, “I only wanted to live. I’m pitiful and powerless—I’ve done nothing wrong.”

This incredibly bleak world view that humanity is inherently selfish in Ehra makes a lot of sense when you realise it's a horror novel (among other things)

Examples under the cut, in no particular order

There's the psychological horror stuff that's linked to the whole flower business (mind control, mind rape etc.) Being forced to forget all happy memories while all the bad stuff is ramped up to eleven so you keep living in anger and pain wihtout any reprieve what's so ever.

There's the body horror of the Zhenlong Chess Formation which control corpses or dying people. Once the illusion is broken at Jinchen Lake, the bodies explode and taint the whole water red. There's the crucified members of the Feathered Tribe at the bottom of the Abyss also used for the Zhenlong Chess Formation and that's not even mentionning the bridge that allows the BBBF to go back to the Demon Realm (not going to go in details but let's just say it's an ENTIRE UNIVERSE worth of corpses)

From chapter 43 : "With the removal of the last rock, the illusion shattered. The fuban exploded, its blood diffusing into the water like the haze of fog. Near simultaneously, all the monsters and creatures in the market stiffened for a split second—before drooping bonelessly as their bodies festered, saturating the lake’s water with a miasma of blood.

The lake was dyed a red that rapidly deepened as more and more blood seeped into the water. First, things in the distance became hard to see, but soon, the immediate area was clouded over as well, and finally, scarlet filled their vision to the point that they could no longer even see their hands in front of their faces."

From chapter 76 : "Thousands of crosses stood at the bottom of the abyss. To every one was bound a member of the feathered tribe, entirely naked and drenched in blood. Within each of their mouths was stuffed a lingchi19 fruit, and these were what emitted that piercing red light. From above, the collective blaze of these thousands of fruits had easily been mistaken for flames burning deep within the abyss."

There's the existential horror that Hua Binan had Mo Ran almost kill EVERY SINGLE PERSON in the first timeline and basically wanted to do a bis repetita in the second one just so the BBBF could go back to the demon realm. Let's not even get in the whole Heavenly Rift stuff which is basically the fantasy equivalent of a hostile alien invasion where anyone could die at any moment if the rift is not sealed.

There's the horror of a mother forced to cannibalised her child while her husband is made to watch only to be later lynched by the very people he was trying to protect. Which speaking of this family! After being lynched, Chu Xun also digs out his now still heart so he can give his spiritual core to protect the survivors that stayed with him and tried to protect him. Keep in mind this whole tragedy wouldn't have happened without the selfishness of one single person.

From chapter 68 : "Chu Xun’s body slowly lifted its hand, which had not yet gone stiff, and under the control of his spell, it grasped the knife buried in his chest to pull it out. Then—

“Gongzi!” The people around him cried out with grief, their voices twisted and hoarse, soaked with tears. “Gongzi, what are you doing?!”

With his own hands, Chu Xun ripped open the gash in his chest, dug into his flesh, and grabbed his no-longer beating heart. Slowly, inch by inch, he tore it out.

[glazedsnail]

Fanfic time fellas

Misery Loved Company

ShanexOCFarmer (♀️) 18+ / swear words/substance misuse/explicit/suicide ideation/mention of abuse.

Part 1 is there, part 2 here, and there is part 3

Alsoooo - Sorry 'bout the formatting, I know it's weird but I'm trying I swear!

I'd also like to share a screenshot of the Pelican Town fair of my husband and our son a while back when I was still playing the game and not writing about it like a weirdo.

How stinking cute are we. Imma frame that thing.

Could the rain cool me down? I’m surprised it doesn’t evaporate at the touch of my skin. What about Shane?

‘Your farm. Now.’

‘Yes, sir.’ I reply, half jokingly.

‘Good girl.’

Dear…Fuck. I feel the fire between my legs, the sticky lust ready for him to defile every inch of me.

He stands up, grabs his bag, my basket, and helps me back on my shaking legs. He then hauls the blanket over our head. The way from the beach to my farm seems uncharacteristically long. I just know we both glanced at Elliott’s cabin, the saloon, Harvey’s clinic. But why would anything be open and, moreover, free for us to fuck like animals? The light emanating from the farm, transformed into a halo by the heavy rain, feels like a beacon of salvation. Shane throws everything in the mud and swipes me up, carries me towards the door and pins me against the wall, legs wrapped around his body. I blindly reach for the doorknob.  His tongue plays with mine in a mix of groans and deep breathing, punctuated by some swear words and oh so delicious moans.

Once inside, he throws me on the couch like I’m nothing. I watch him undo his belt, biting my lip, thinking about all the bail of hay he must have hauled away on the ranch to be able to carry me like this. He’s now done to his tight underwear and I try to undress.

‘Don’t move.’ He commands, growling.

He joins me on the couch and pulls my trousers down. I let him do, I’d let him do everything and anything he wants to me. My dirty strawberry juice stained  t-shirt is falling on my panties I long to get rid of. His stubble grazes my stomach as he makes his way to my breasts. His warm lips play with my nipple and I’m about to explode. I couldn’t even feel his hand reaching my hip. I gasp as I feel his fingers on my thigh, the palm of his hand on my panties. I bite my lip as he presses his fingers in between my swollen lips, still prisoners of the now damp cotton.

‘Mmh.’ he whispers in my ear ‘You’re already so wet’. He looks at me, at his complete mercy. 

‘Good girl’ he groans, massaging my clit under the cloth, looking straight into my pleading eyes. A sleazy smile spreads on his face. He finally gets rid of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock raised towards his belly button, pre-cum sticking to his messy happy trail.

Something takes over me. I. Need. It.

I push him to the armchair on the other side of the room. He knows. No surprises. He shuffles down and spreads his legs, inviting me.

‘I’ll be your good girl’ I say in one breath, falling on my knees, between his warm open thighs. I look straight at him, intently kissing his inner thighs, slowly making my way to the main meal. He's breathing heavily, and passes his hand softly through my hair. I slowly lick the shaft, stopping myself from reaching the top. He groans in frustration and his hand grabs my skull, shaking,almost begging for me to take him whole. I keep eye contact as I put the tip between my lips and swirl around with my tongue. Then I finally let it slide, guiding it all its way to my throat. 

‘Oh fuck!’ he exclaims, grabbing the back of the chair.

That's it, I think to myself, let yourself go. Let me take care of you, let me show you how much I want you, your everything. 

‘Good…Girl…’ He manages to utter in between groans, still playing with my hair.

I've never quite performed like that. All I want is to please him. All I am in this instant is a machine built simply to satisfy Shane.

‘F-Fuck, stop!’ He lifts my hair and grabs me by the chin. I let his slobbered up cock out of my mouth. He brings me up to his lips. 

I'm now sitting with my wetness against his tweaking rock hard dick, his face buried in my breasts, and let him gather his senses.

‘You're not allowed to make me cum’ he whispers in a raspy voice. ‘Not yet.’ I shiver at the sound of his command. ‘Not before I can feel your pussy.’

I gasp as he grabs my ass and slides my panties down. Before I can say a word he rams himself inside of me in a grunt and I simply cannot help but scream.

‘Fuck..’ I manage to articulate. ‘You feel so…Ha!’ 

He laughs, grabbing my waist to help me up and down his wet cock. I sink my nails in his shoulders, feel his warm wet breath on my chest. A shiver goes through my whole body as I cannot help but bring out primal pleasure sounds. He stands up, keeping himself inside of me, and lie me down on the rug, slowly restarting fucking me. I’m on another plane of existence. Each and everyone of his strokes deliciously hit my walls perfectly. He must feel how much my insides are slowly milking him, begging him. Slowly falling on me, he softly caresses my lips with his, and smiles, as if to prepare me for his next move.  Now planted on his knees, he lifts my hips and starts pounding into me. My squeaks are now proper screams. ‘Oh you like that don’t you?’ He asks between his teeth. I only manage to nod. I do, I fucking do. He pounds me like I’m nothing but a ragdoll. Sweat is dripping from his forehead and he clenches his jaw, concealing a growl. I almost choke once he accelerates, incapable of fathoming how good his cock feels inside me.

Now I can no longer feel my toes curling. The heat is reaching my legs, my core, my whole body. I let this fantastic small death take me entirely. My body shakes, I can’t control anything, every part of me belongs to him, I’m but a slave to his every movement.

I hear myself scream his name as I fall back on the rug. Through my blurred eyes I see Shane smiling triumphantly. He bends back down to kiss me. I try to find my breath again, and even remember where I am. ‘Shane…’ ‘I’m not done with you.’ He growls, flipping me over, on my knees towards the couch. He mutters under his breath, slowly caressing the shaking skin of my thighs, the wetness of my crotch and legs, admiring his work. I use the couch to turn to him. He looks back at me in amazement, softly caresses my arched back, touches me so delicately like I’m the most fragile artefact in his universe, quickly forgetting how hard he was penetrating me just a few seconds ago. He pulls his sweaty hair back in a stroke. It immediately falls back down on his adorable face. I’m smitten. Completely lost in the contemplation of this man who just gave me his everything and who I want to please and satisfy for the rest of my life. ‘I know a way you can make the view even better.’ I say, swaying my butt slowly, realising just now how much of a slut I actually am right now. ‘Fuck me’ I hear myself plead. ‘Use me.’ That’s new. ‘ Use me to make yourself cum, Shane.’ Never ever those words had left my mouth. Normal me would be so embarrassed right now. He gulps, gently placing his warm hands on my hips, and insert himself inside me once more, in a delightful groan. I grab the old couch cushion so hard that my nails tear into it. He slowly plays with my inside, heavily breathing, trying to make the game last, knowing he already won and brought me to my knees. I can’t help but move my hips towards his, picking up the pace. ‘Well, aren’t you a little slut.’ Fuck I am, and I’m his. ‘Shane’

He slaps my butt before I can continue.

‘Shh… Good girl. My own little slut.’ The sound of his cock slowly coming and going inside my wet pussy echoes with his words. I am his own little slut. He spanks me again. I never knew this could feel so good. Each time I try to take the initiative he punishes me. Commanding me to keep at his pace. But quickly the punishment feels like delicious treats. ‘I know how to treat disobedient little sluts like you.’ He says behind clenched teeth. He grabs my arms, letting me bite into the couch, pounding into me, riding me to his own salvation. It can’t be. I can’t come a second time.

And still I do. My legs shake with all their might, my screams muffled by the couch, tears running down my face. Shane removes himself in a grunt. A deep moan fills the room as I feel his warmth covering my skin. I can barely move. Out of breath. Shaking. My ass covered in Shane’s cum dripping down. ‘Oh wow’ I hear him say. ‘You weren’t wrong. This is so hot’ He adds between long breaths. I want to turn around and kiss him, but I’m too anxious about depriving him of the view. He groans, struggling to stand up.

‘Where are you going?’

‘I’ll be right back, don’t move.’ He says, planting a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

He comes back with a towel and slowly pat out the mess. Tenderly, thoroughly. Each stroke feels like a caress on my very soul. I think I love this man. Once cleaned up he pulls me towards him and we sit on the couch. Still out of breath, in a whole new state of mind. The sound of the rain is finally reaching our ears. I’m thankful I don’t have any close neighbours. I nestle into Shane’s extended arm. He grabs my chin and kisses me. The smile…His smile… I nuzzle, content, into his neck. I never felt so fulfilled in my entire life. His calm breathing and arm wrapped around me tell me he’s probably the same. I want to stay like this forever.

He starts shuffling in his place and groans. ‘Is everything ok?’ He chuckles

‘Yeah, it’s just…Y’know I’m probably too old to make love on the floor.’

I laugh.

‘My knees are killing me’ I say, nestling more into him. He squeezes me against him in a laugh. My heart skips a beat as I repeat in my head what he said. I can’t help but giggle. “Make love” he clearly said. “Make love” I repeat again and again in my poor tired brain. I let out a long satisfied sigh.

‘You ok…Huh’

I sit up, eyes wide open.

‘Fern, my name is Fern?’

He bursts out laughing, and blush, slightly embarrassed.

‘No. I mean, yes I know’ He scratches the back of his head, still laughing. ‘I was looking for, I dunno, a pet name? Since we’re, y’know.’

I gasp.

‘We ARE a couple, aren’t we?’ 

He chuckles.

‘I mean, it’s fucked up that you’d want that but.’

I slap his arm.

‘You stop that this instant!’ I sit back up and kiss his red cheek. ‘So, pet name, heh?’

‘Muffin?’

‘No.’

‘Boo?’

‘Yoba, no!’ ‘Honey butter?’

‘What the fuck?’

‘Sweet meat?’

‘Ok, now you’re just having fun.’

‘Biscuit? Jam?’

‘Are you hungry?’

‘Oregano? Thyme? Sage?’

‘Shane you’re just listing herbs.’

‘Safran!’

‘Shane! Stop!’

No please don’t, your smile, your laugh, being so silly, so comfortable with me. Yoba, fuck’s sake I love him.

‘Heh’ I start again once we stop laughing. ‘You can always call me what you called me earlier.’

His eyes widen as he remembers.

‘Oh damn Fern no, you’re not, you’re not a slut. It was, you know.’

I can’t hold my laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so flustered.

‘Not so brazen now are we?’

‘I’ll show you brazen.’ He replies, pinning me down on the couch.

Sadly the phone starts ringing.

[foundry-fabrications]

Happy Halloween everyone! It is with immense pleasure and excitement that I present to you a labor of love, the long awaited rework of Flesh & Bone! Originally, I had intended to release this shortly after the absolutely stellar remake of Dead Space, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. So as to not repeat my last mistake with big projects and arbitrary deadlines, I took things nice and slow, took my time to give this work the true love and attention it deserved. Anything for my beloved Dead Space.

And I couldn't be more pleased with the result! Well, I can always be happier. There's always something I wish I could have added or done differently, but I won't dwell on that. "Don't let perfect be the enemy of done".  But it makes me so happy to see it in its full gorey glory after all this time. But that enough preamble, let's get into the changes from the original!

Being the result of a 3-week mad rush to release on time for Halloween, the original brew has a LOT of problems. I forgot a lot of details and made a lot of mistakes just by the nature of not having enough time to do it justice. Having had, what, 2 years, between now and then has given me a lot of time to hone my skills as a creator and figure out exactly what I wanted to do for the eventual rework.

The first and most obvious thing is the aesthetics. Flesh and Bone was the first time I ever tried to make a Homebrewery theme from scratch, so I had a LOT to learn in a very short timeframe. I got it most of the way there for what I wanted to do, but it still had a lot of issues, namely a lack of integrated stat blocks. Formatting was also just awful. I just couldn't get them to work quite right, and they always looked super off, so I elected for images instead. Since then, I've made my Xenomorph supplement which used that initial test as a starting point, and I was able to fix a lot of the issues I ran into. I also want to change the overall look of the theme itself. When I designed it, I was going for a design mix based on the Dead Space wiki and the holographic UI from the games themselves. The result was...not the most legible. I've taken a new approach with the rework, made everything MUCH more readable, and borrowed heavily from the aesthetics of the 2023 remake.

As for the contents themselves, turns out there were a bunch of really cool necromorph variants that I just completely forgot about like the Twitchers, those reanimator swarms from DS3, and the Ubermorph. With that last one in particular, I reworked the old Hunter into the Regenerator with Hunter and Ubermorph variants, like I have with the Slasher, Spitter, and now Twitcher. In general, most of the necromorph forms were in dire need of reworks up in one way or another, especially their descriptions. I pulled almost all of that text directly from the Dead Space wiki, and it showed real bad. Again, 3 weeks, all panic. All the descriptions have been rewritten to be more in line with my other writing.

I also removed that section at the beginning about the Markers. I originally included it to give context for the rest of the brew, and I just really wanted to talk about the Markers, but the more I looked at it that section honestly added very little to the rest of the brew that couldn't be done in other areas. And let's be real, the Markers are SO IMPORTANT to the Dead Space universe that they really need their own dedicated brew. So, I pulled that section out, and it will go in said dedicated brew another time.

And the final change is I actually included some form of boss necromorph this time! I hadn't planned to, but I started thinking more and more about it, and I was also asked by one of my lovely patrons about it, so I gave in and made stats for really the only Dead Space boss worth talking about: The Hive Mind. I actually had fun writing it, working out its abilities from both the original and the remake, as well as taking some creative liberties and giving it some fun new abilities as a result of it being a Nexus necromorph.

So that's everything! I hope this gruesome creation of mine brings you as much joy and terror as it has to me. Stay safe, stay spooky, don't forget to love each other, and m̵̧̈́ͅa̴̜͑̍ḳ̵̍ë̷͍͇́ ̶̖̾̏u̸̪̅͜s̷͙̟̓ ̷̬̩̒w̸͇͘h̶̠̳͆̽o̶̻̺͂̀l̴̛͍̦e̸̡̡͗. See you next time.

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[drbased]

I personally don’t know if what I experience can be described as OCD but what I do feel is that my whole life (or at least since I was a teenager) I’ve been in constant panic mode collecting experiences and viewpoints and judgments and trying to access the One True Way To Be, where all my logic and morals could finally be 100% consistent. And it got worse and worse over the course of my adulthood, resulting in me further and further eroding my entire sense of self, ultimately desiring to be a robot designed to Do The Correct thing. And now it’s in me, my psyche feels permanently disfigured by it. It reached the point where I was Uncomfortable almost all of the time - everything I did, I had this sense that I wanted to do something else. Work was hell, socialising was hell, hobbies were non-existent. I destroyed everything that allowed me subjective personhood; I was so fundamentally embarrassed to be alive. It was the driving focus of my depression, of the formation of my symbolic state - I wanted to be comprehensible by something bigger than me. I’m the tree that falls in the woods and I don’t exist unless someone hears me.

Fighting that urge to submit to some sense of objectivity is a near-constant and exhausting struggle. I still don’t know exactly how much of me is authentic, and I feel these desires for actual destructive behaviour because it’s something that goes against the grain. Yes its embarrassing but that’s the point, it’s an exercise in telling myself it’s ok that some random person things you’re cringe. You can throw your phone across the room, you can smoke 100 cigarettes in a row, you can have a public breakdown. I’ve conditioned myself out of perspective, everything about me is equally embarrassing and ridiculous. I’m Wrong all the way down. I’ve made myself a form of mentally ill there isn’t even a word for, and now I know how to break myself out I have this self awareness that makes it even worse. It’s like not knowing where the line is between eating healthily and binge eating, and yet somehow you also know when you’re binge eating. In finding a way out I also found out a way to torture myself further.

I put this stuff out there because since I already found someone else like me, there have to be more of us out there. Maybe not people who get it entirely, but people who get it Enough. I just want whatever this is to be Known. Even if it’s the Right thing to do - to make meaning out of my suffering - I also sorta went about it the Wrong way, by writing it on tumblr, by making bold statements about the nature of psyche, by having actual trust and confidence in myself. And I think I’m happy with that, at least.

[thesiltverses]

Hello! Just wanted to say, and hopefully this isn't an odd compliment to receive, how much I adore the episode titles of the silt verses. One of my favorite things to do after I get someone to listen to tsv is point out that the episode titles make a poem when you read them back to back. It always tends to blow their minds and I get great satisfaction from seeing their reactions. What I especially love about them is how they can stand on their own and reflect events of the episodes while still connect with one another to make a bigger picture so to speak. (For example, how Faulkner and Carpenter's reunion episode in s2 is titled "But We'll Never Be Rid of Each Other" to reflect their relationship as two people that can't seem to untangle themselves from each other, for better or for worse ((and how this title hangs over the episode ominously when contrasted with how happy their reunion makes listeners, as if just waiting for events to come)), but then connect it to the next title "My Song, My Sorrow and I" and it slightly changes the context where it feels more like it examines the characters' various complicated relationships with their gods)

(Though, on a tangent, speaking of episode titles and how they match each episode, I think constantly about "One Final Fall From Grace" with Faulkner and how it's the episode where he loses all but one of his acolytes, idk there's something about it that gets me so bad/pos)

I was wondering how you go about deciding on episode titles? Has the poem already been written out since the very beginning of the show? Is episode order dictated and determined by said finished poem? Or am I overthinking how each line fits each episode? What made you decide on this format compared to I am in Eskew's episode naming convention? Sorry for such a long winded question! I just cannot overstate how much I adore the episode titles, sometimes I'll go back and read everything all over just to hear the words.

Thank you very much!

So the plan was always roughly along the lines of:

Season 1 titles begin by trying to outline a kind of epic poem, then get distracted by describing its hold over the poet

Season 2 titles are about the poet's yearning to be free from the poem, but ultimate acceptance that their fates are entwined

Season 3 is about the realisation that the poem will outlive the poet.

Beyond that, there's generally plenty of flex and it remains a semi-spontaneous act of play - like you say, I might think I have something in mind and then realise at the last minute that another line works better for the themes of the ep (and sometimes there's no thematic relevance at all and it's just filling in a necessary rhyme to keep the whole thing going).

This leads to imperfections and a bit of a shaggy-dog story feel - if I could go back without confusing everyone, I'd correct the very first ep title to 'First I'll Sing Of Revelations' so the terminology is consistent - but I like imperfections, and I like shaggy dogs.

As to why? It just felt like a different way of being playful; the Eskew titles were fun for me because of their simplicity (I have vivid memories as a very young kid, not being old enough to be allowed to watch the video-tapes of Blackadder II, all of which had really evocative, teasing single-word episode titles - 'Head', 'Money', 'Potato'. So I'd just sit back on the floor and imagine what those meant.)

But for TSV, it felt appropriate and fun to begin with these trappings of epic storytelling and religious verse in the episode titles, and then gradually pan outwards to show that it's more of a story about being entrapped by stories and the impossibility of escape.

[gleefullypolin]

Bridgerton Season 3 Review

Ok I sat on it for 24 hours. Watched the episodes about 4 times through...I won't say how many times I've watched the carriage scene because it is an obscene amount of times! So we'll skip that. Either way I'm more focused on the fact I LOVED so much that I don't hate much. in fact why oh why is everyone so focused on parts they hate? I love what we were given in 4 episodes. I wish we could have 22 episodes, but alas we were not so I will cherish what I have. But I guess that's not what I'm here to talk about.

I'll start with the part that EVERYONE seems focused on...

Things I didn't like. (cause damn is anyone ever happy anymore?)

Too many subplots! damn...it was all over the place for a while. While I like the Mondrich's I tired of them quickly. It felt like there was too much of it. And I just didn't need to keep going back to it. Yes you're in society, no you don't want to be. Ok I get it.

Split season - I hate this format. I thought it would be good to have a break in between and I’m cursing it because it ruins the flow and I don’t ever want to do this again! Part 2 YOU MUST MAKE HASTE

But yes that's all I hated.....I said there wasn't a lot. Because I truly didn't hate this season!

Things I didn’t love or hate

Fran – I haven’t read her book so I was taken by her story with John. They were sweet. It took me a moment to get into what was going on. I loved her scene with Pen. I like that she was nervous and unsure where to go or what to do and that John was a serene moment for her. It seems sweet but again…a subplot that felt like it was taking up too much time in this season that needed its own season to ruminate on.

Ben – color me still confused on what they are doing with Ben’s story. I am still waiting for them to figure it out. I love Ben, I love his sweet nature and his giddiness but I am still not sure what they are trying to do with him and again, wasn’t sure what was going on.

Debling – Ok so why is he here. Well quite simply because I didn’t hate him. He wasn’t awful. He was very nice and lovely to Pen. I was very happy when she finally told him she didn’t like grass. That line alone was adorable. But the part I didn’t love was in the pieces where he was going away for 3 years, and he expected her to be there to take care of his home and yet have no other attachments, and no love. He quite clearly told her he had no space for love. He had many other things and was a busy man, so love was not really on his agenda. Yet he expected her to remove that from her life and have no attachments. I am happy he released her because he knew she had an attachment already and couldn’t be a woman with none, but I thought that was pretty harsh to expect a lonely woman. So to me Colin was right, he was too particular.

Things I thought worked well!

Sending Kate and Anthony on Honeymoon – I get it. Everyone wants to see them, but I felt they needed to go because the space was already crowded enough with everyone else’s stories, so to set up the season, something needed to go.

Surprisingly Cressida and Eloise – It gave some depth to Cressida I wasn’t expecting. I still hate her, do NOT get me wrong. It gave depth and I felt sorry for her but damn she’s still gross and not my cup of tea. She’s still out to get Pen at every turn and she’s quick to be evil regardless of knowing better. Evil parents be damned, I don’t care for her. I did looove how she turned the gossip piece on El when she wasn’t the one who spoiled the news about Pen/Colin and it was actually El who did it. I thought that was a great learning moment for El.

The Brothel scenes – I KNOW I KNOW! Shoot me, tar me, boil me. Whatever, fandom curse on me. I thought they worked and were needed. I felt they did a great job with Colin and showing that he went away to become this society man or what society expected of him. His façade that he pushed and portrayed demanded him to play this part and he played it well. And it ate at him. And the two scenes could not have been more different if they had tried. It was a turning point, the breaking point in his armor and they did a great job with it.

Cocky Colin/Colin with his Buddies Scene - I know many hated this Colin, but I love this facade he played with because it wasn't our Colin and we were supposed to see that, because we didn't get our Colin until he was with Pen more. That was the whole damn point. But I truly loved the scene with Colin and the assholes at the bar. Where he so clearly called them out and realized that the whole charade was simply that and what was the entire point, because he couldn't find it anymore. Kudos to Luke, it was a great scene and the period was added when he shunned them at the Queen's ball.

Violet/Colin Staircase Moment – Really great moment between mother and son. The whole time I kept saying, damn is anyone going to notice that Colin is spiraling. Mom is really focused on her daughter, but no one seems to notice that Colin is a mess. Colin points out to El that Pen has no father to guide her, well neither does Colin! Another point of showing that Pen really is his anchor and without that he is adrift. But this scene was beautifully done as she finally called out to him and sent him in the right direction.

Colin’s change after the kiss – This was really before Debling was in the picture. He was really there following her like a lost puppy from the start, but any suitor he was very interested in how she felt about them but his interest started to change after the kiss. The scene under the tree was very nervous energy, very off his Axis from what we had scene from his bravado in any other scene so far and this was from ONE KISS. He was Colin again.

Eloise – Oh how I was so back and forth with my tears between Pen and El and Colin. My God my heartstrings. I was angry then sad then torn. I don’t know how I’m going to feel in episode 5. Am I angry, excited, freaking terrified at what is coming next. Probably all of the above. But they really played with our emotions and I’m just not sure how I feel yet so more to come on this.

Things I adored!!

Chaos Colin – Bribing a maid for alone time at night, sneaking off with head nods at balls, meeting under the shade of a tree, sneaking off to the drawing room to set up a pretend ball, flirting with your bestie at the market while recounting your first meeting, chasing after her everywhere she goes, eye fucking her in front of the entire ballroom while trying to get your damn thoughts to catch up, fucking interrupting a goddamn dance to tell her not to marry someone, chasing a carriage down in the middle of the Queens ball to make sure she didn’t get married, ravaging her like the Queen she was in the carriage, and then damn proposing like a madman! I mean….I’ll take that every day!

Penelope Fucking Featherington You Queen– Our pining came from the Bridgerton side this year, not Penelope. For most of this season, she stood her ground, she had her purpose and she went for her plan and stuck to it. She has been in love with Colin Bridgerton since she graced our screen and he was staring her down like a madman and she stayed her course. You go girl!

The Featheringtons– Most of my fun came from their scenes. I could have peed myself when they asked what got inserted. But their scenes were hilarious, and I truly enjoyed the comedy they added. I am anxiously awaiting the Colin/Portia scene in Part 2 because Mama has got hers coming. I was up and down with her and ready to beat her by end of episode 4. I cannot wait to see where this goes.

The Carriage Scene – Did you really think it would not be on here? Because hot holy damn. Nicola winning the battle to touch his hair was so important because Pen did in the book, and it set off fireworks. Did you see the way he watched her like he was marveling at her reaction. Like it was air just to see what he was doing to her. I mean if you’ve read the book you know he likes that and it’s something he quite enjoys, well show Colin enjoys it too, that and biting her lip. But the laughing after…that’s where I live now. That was Pen and Colin and everything I wanted to see. It was perfection! And his face after, his resolve to marry her, Luke put that all out there in 5 seconds, you could see him walk through that decision in his head and then the line was delivered masterfully and here we are now needing to sit for a month to wait to see what fresh hell and heaven await.

And I AM READY FOR IT!

[namu-the-orca]

HELLO PEOPLE i just wanted to say that i read all your hashtags on your reblogs and honestly they bring me so much joy thank you ♥ thank you for being here and thank you for enjoying my art and thank you for marveling at the wonderful world around us together.

@fuckblast first off thank you for the follow ♥ and i am really glad you like the painting as much as i do!! but most of all thank you for feeling these feelings with me. Like on one hand what an amazing life to live in the open ocean diving to dark depths where other mammals rarely go and to see all these things that would be so beautiful and alien to us. but at the same time how awful to perhaps be torn apart by a killer whale on any given day.

@softomon WAAAAA YOU GET IT - to have escaped death only to realise you wish for nothing else.... that single line is the main reason i picked these lyrics to go along with the painting ;w; also i am very happy you liked my dream marshmallows too!!

@handbellanon thank you for your insight regarding the layout! this is a painting i have struggled with for SO LONG it kind of messes up your view of it. and after finally finishing this version, i saw the old one again and went "huh". but i have to say that now i am preferring the current version more! also yeah don't you love how in your dreams things can clearly be (not) some thing but at the same time your mind knows they are definitely (not) the thing.

@purplesaline hooraayyy another one for the current layout! i am glad it works out this way and you are right, all the fins in front may have been more distracting than interesting. loool i love the sperm whale x beluga vibe. friend shaped they are for sure! and it makes me really happy that you noticed all those tiny details like the blue edges!! i have to admit i mostly added them to make the painting pop and look edgy and cool because i see other cool artists doing it too and i love how their art looks haha. and the eyes!!! i made them slightly off putting on purpose, glad it shows >:D

@lesbiangelbaby yeaaaa show some love for our butch mountain lion!! here they are in the flesh. i have been trying to find the original source but no luck unfortunately :( however i did find out its a well liked meme format in Japan and Russia so there's that. im really glad some of these scribbles are meaningful to you (and others) as well ♥ they were to me too at the time but sometimes now, reading back, they come across as kind of corny. so i am glad others are able to connect to them as well

[ten-shi-fandoms]

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

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CW: Bachira Meguru x Reader, mention of biting (He bites your cheek-), Bachira being a bit goofy, licking of tears, pre established relationship (Bachira is reader's fiancee), Reader had a bad day, Characters are aged up (both have jobs and live in a apartment together),Comfort scenario

Authors notes: Hi! Still working on request! Also I'm going to be making banners soon for my Material lists so be on the look out for that^^, this scenario is written in a different format than my usual content but it is still gender netural! Tell me how you all like the new (test) format!

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Things just weren't going right.

It was just one thing after another.

You and your co-worker got into a fight about one of your projects and it almost ended up in a fist fight.

At lunch you were told to stay behind and check over some things before you could even think about lunch. Which ended up with you not eating lunch at all.

Even your boss was being a dick, by making you do way more work than you were supposed to and you weren't getting paid for it.

You ended up working four hours longer than your normal shift. By the time you left the sun was gone, the sky was dark and not even a single star was there to light up the sky.

You couldn't even rest on the bus home because you had to stand infront of a screaming child due to the bus being full.

You were exhausted, you just wanted to hurry and get inside your apartment away from the biting cold of the Autumn season.

You fumbled with your keys almost losing them when you tried to open your apartment door.

Finally when you opened the door you met not only with warmth but also the smell of sweets. You glanced around making note of the apartment being covered in pretty red and pink decorations that laid hazardedly along your walls, window, couch and even the tv.

As you continued to walk, the smell of sugar seemed to get stronger until you glanced into the kitchen.

And the sight you saw made all the stress you felt go away almost instantly.

There was Bachira, you fiancee, who was supposed to be in a championship overseas humming along to a song as he placed what looked like freshly baked cookies covered in frosting onto a plate.

His bangs looked to be pulled into a small ponytail, the apron you bought him a few years ago wrapped gently around his torso and tied snuggled in around his hips, frosting was all over his hands and face a tall tell sign he had been munching on the cookies.

A small smile graced you lips as you walked behind him, your arms wrapping gently around his waist, you head laying on his spine, "Why are you home, mr egoist?"

Bachira paused, the small sound of humming that had filled the room stopped as he turned his head to look at you, his hands making you let go of him before he grabbed you spinning you around so much to the point you started giggling.

A large cheeky smile made it's way onto Bachira's face as he spun you around, his hands wrapped firmly around you his eyes closed as he laughed along with you.

After a few more spins, he put you down leaving you both panting while you held onto him as the room seemed to spin in your eyes and head.

Bachira snorted, his smile widers as you held onto him for support. "I got to leave early! After all we won the game!" his voice was full of charisma as it was back when you first met him.

A small wobbly smile made its way on your face, the worries and stress completely gone by the sheer love Bachira was showing you even though it was just a small act of affection, it made your heart swell.

"Well welcome back, I missed you." Your smile tightened a bit at how lonely you had been for the past month since he'd been gone. Phone and video calls didn't make up for the real thing.

Bachira just smiled more as he spun you around once more making you face the counter. When you looked at the counter there sat a plate of weird shapped cookies covered in pink frosting and sprinkles. Most of the shapes you couldn't maks out but you were for sure you saw a few dolphin cookies in the bunch.

"Do you like them? I made them all by myself! With some advice from Kunigami and Isagi of course!" Bachira chirped, his expression full of child like wonder as he stared at you for a moment, "Do you like them?"

You glanced a Bachira deciding to taste one before saying anything. You grabbed one of the dolphin shapped cookies taking a bite out of the surprisingly soft dessert.

A buttery sweetness filled your tastebuds as you took in the taste of the cookie.

It was a sugar cookie.

It was sweet and better than the cookies he had made in the past, definitely due to the influence of Kunigami and Isagi who you knew were pretty decent cooks.

You didn't notice tears welling in your eyes until you felt a wet liquid roll down your cheeks. Bachira tilted his head a bit, his hands coming to gently cup your cheeks in his hands turning you to face him. You could see a look of confusion cross his features.

"What are you crying for? Are my cookies that bad that they made you cry!" You giggled a bit at his small comment shaking your head the best you could in his hands.

"No it's just today was so awful.." Bachira's expression soured hearing you speak about your day. He went to speak before you intrupted him.

"But you made it go away.. You made everything that happened today wash away.. I'm so thankful for you.."

More tears fell down your cheeks, but instead of wiping them away Bachira leaned in licking the salty liquid off your cheeks the action causing you to squirm in his hold even dropping the cookie you held on the process.

"Bachira stop your being gross!" Bachira grinned happily at your reaction caging you between the counter and himself, biting your cheek pulling on it a bit making you hit at him in protest.

He laughed at your playfuls hits, laying his head in the crook of your neck practically wheezing at how hard he was laughing.

After a moment of laughing he took a deep breeath calming himself, as he looked up at you leaning away from your neck pressing his lips against yours trapping you in a soft kiss.

The kiss was sweet both figuratively and literally.

He kissed you so gently you felt like you were going to melt against him. The taste of the cookie tasted even sweeter as he moved his tongue into your mouth

Bachira pulled back a small string of saliva connecting you together only broken when he leaned forward to place one last peck on your lips.

He smiled cheerfully at you, his eyes closing happliy, his expression full of pure love. "Hapoy Valentine's Day!"

You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriends action.

"Yeah, happy valentine's day my love."

[beaker1636]

A Love Reunited - Ricky Smut/Fluff

A/N: I don’t know why my mind went towards a sappy fluffy cute smut but it did so hopefully you enjoy this anon! I didn’t edit this so they’re maybe some typos, also I upload via mobile so if the formatting is ever off I am sorry! Enjoy!

Edit: for some reason tumblr won’t let me add the imagine below the photo so it’s all wonky. Sorry!

Sighing you clock out at work and make your way out the door, extra glad it is finally the weekend after a long week, but also a little disappointed to be making your way home to your apartment alone. Your boyfriend Ricky is away on tour and unfortunately there is still about a week left before he can be home.

You decide to send him a quick message before you start the drive home, letting him know that you are thinking of him and miss him.

When you pull into your driveway you notice that you have a message so you take your phone out as you walk towards your front door.

“Good thing we got home early then,” you read.

You quickly unlock your front door when you got the message, looking up to immediately gasp. Wasting no time you make your way to where he sits on your couch, sit down on his lap facing him and bury your face in his neck. His arms snake around you, holding you to him tightly as you both sit there in the silence for a couple minutes to embrace and take comfort in being together again.

“Something came up and the tour ended a week early, so I decided to surprise you after work today,” he says softly in your ear, not wanting to let go of you as the two months you were apart has taken a toll on not just you but him as well.

“I missed you so much,” you mumble, trying not to embarrass yourself by happy crying.

The timer in the oven goes off, forcing you to separate from eachother.

“Go sit at the table, I will have dinner out for us in a minute,” he says kissing your forehead as he slips by you and into your kitchen.

You make your way to the dining room table ad smile when you see that there is a beautiful bouquet of flowers itting on it, and candles are lit around the room giving a romantic feel towards the meal, which melts your heart at the effort that he made to do something for you despite the fact you know he must be tired from the tour.

Rick comes out with your plates and then heads back into the kitchen to grab you both a couple of glasses of wine before he takes a seat next to you at the table.

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me, I know you must be exhausted after such a long tour,” you say as you start to eat the wonderful meal that he has cooked.

“I wanted to do something nice for you when I got back because this was the first tour we’ve been through together and I know it is a lot for you as well. I figured we have a nice at home date tonight and then we can spend the weekend being lazy and lying around together. After your week you probably need it too,” he responds back, reaching over to lightly squeeze your thigh under the table.

The two of you continue to eat, Rick telling you all about the fun and weird moments of the tour. Most of this he has already told you during your facetime chats but you still gladly listen to him as its been so long since you have heard him talk in person.

When you both finish eating you move closer to him so that you can give him a kiss, giggling when he pulls you out of your chair and onto his lap, not expecting the sudden playful moment.

“I’m so glad you are home, I missed you so much. I know you would never do anything but just knowing you meet so many fans makes me anxious, you never know what they could do or if you would meet someone better,” you admit shyly as you start to lightly play with his hair, loving the silky feel of it in your hands.

“Baby, listen to me. I don’t want anyone else. Noone comes close to you or how I feel about you,” he brushes your cheek with his thumb, which makes you look at him and making eye contact.

He leans down to gently kiss you again, but this time feels a lot different than any the two of you have ever shared with eachother. You can’t place why but you don’t question it, quickly giving in to the feeling and losing all sense of what is happening around you.

You can feel him smile in the kiss which makes you smile as well. Lightly Rick tugs on your lip with his teeth, your tongues lazily meeting. You can’t help but love how soft and gentle everything is right now. These slow sweet moments together are rare and you haven’t been able to have on in awhile.

His hands trail down your sides before landing on our ass and resting there for a moment before he pulls his lips away from yours just slightly.

“Why don’t we move this to our bed? You can show me how much you missed me,” he whispers, his breath ghosts across your lips making you shudder.

Rather than answering you get up off his lap and grab his hand, leading him out of the dining room and to your bedroom.

Both of you lay down on your sides facing eachother, lips quickly colliding with eachothers again only this time is more heated, both of you getting needy for contact that you have been missing.

One of his hands is resting on your hip as the other is in your hair, holding you closely to him. Slowly he pushs on you, letting you know that he wants you to lay down on your back which you happily do.

His hands teasingly rub the skin of your stomach which is now exposed from your shirt riding up slightly. Trailing his hands softly up your torso until they make their way back down towards the hem of your shirt, which he grabs and slides off of you, your bra quickly going with it while you blush.

The two of you have only been together like this a handful of times before he had to leave for the tour, so despite wanting it you still can’t help but feel shy when he looks at your body.

He gives you another quick soft kiss that is over before you can register that it had begun before they lightly start to ghost from your ear down to your throat. At the same time one of his hands moves to cup a breast, lightly kneading it before starting to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Even after all this time he still takes satisfaction in teasing you.

He know that he finds your sensitive spot on your throat when you gasp and tilt your head allowing him more access to continue leaving marks along the path, because you know that he has to be at that point.

Reaching inbetween the both of you you decide to unbutton his jeans, sliding them down slightly along with his boxers.

He adjusts so that he can kick his them off the rest of the way before his lips slowly start to trail down your chest, continuing to leave marks as you reach down to slowly stroke him, wanting to drive him crazy and tease him as much as he was doing to you. You know you succeeded when he lets out a barely audible groan which makes you giggle.

His lips wrap around one of your nipples, making you gasp and shift at the sensitive feeling, your jeans feeling a bit too constricting now.

He notices you shift and moves to unbutton them, pulling away from you slightly so that you can lift your hip, allowing him to remove them as well as your panties in one quick motion before sitting at your side. He reaches over you so that he can rub your clit but you grab his wrist and stop him.

“No, I-I just want to feel you tonight, please?” you beg, craving the closeness and the connection that you have been lacking out on with him.

His shifts so that he is leaning over the top of you again, his lips finding yours gently as he teases you slightly with the tip against your clit. When you give him an annoyed grunt he finally gives in and slips inside of you, both of you letting out a groan at the sudden feeling of pleasure that is coursing through you.

Hi thrusts get a little bit harder as he goes but he doesn’t get anywhere near as rough with you as he always has in the past. He wants to savor this moment with you and enjoy this feeling. He also feels the change between this act and the other times the two of you have been together.

Pulling away he locks his eyes with you as his hands find their way to your waist, flipping the two of you so that you are now on top.

“Ride me baby, fuck just like that,” he groans as you begin to rock your hips against his, you being inpatient and going a bit quicker than he was when he was on top and leading the two of you.

Knowing that he won’t last long himself after not getting any for a few month he reaches between the two of you, starting to toy with your clit which makes you look away from him, arching your back at the level it adds to everything.

He can feel you starting to clench around him, hear you letting out breathy moans that let him know that you are getting quick and when you do cum rather abruptly he is right behind you, spilling inside of you a couple seconds later.

When you come down you share a couple lazy kisses before you finally pull yourself off him and go to your bathroom to quickly clean yourself up.

When you return you quickly put your pajamas on, and notice that he has slipped into his boxers and is laying on your bed waiting for you to join him. You do so, laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him while he begins to lightly run a hand along your back. Both of you sit there quietly, processing what has changed between the two of you but not wanting to be the one to break the silence.

A few moments later Rick decides to be the one to break it, “Being away from you like this for so long made me realize something… well that and one of Chris’ weird peptalks helped me figure it out too,” Rick says softly, still rubbing your back softly.

You move so that you are looking up at him,” Hmm?” you ask.

“This is probably not the best time to say it, and totally is not what I planned to do but I want to say it. I love you, more than that I’m in love with you. I’ve never mised someone so much while gone, or worried about a girlfriend like this,” he slowly stops talking when he realises he is rambling.

“Rick, I love you too. I just was too nervous to say it and freaked out thinking it would freak you out saying it only four months into our relations,” you admit and then before giving him a second kiss lightly.

Suddenly realization hits you and you pull away with a weird look on your face.

“Wait, you confided in this with my brother before you did me? No wonder he has been really weird lately when we’ve talked and asking how things are going with you,” you say giggling slightly.

You lay back down, curling up in his side again, content to just stay like that the rest of the night.

“He confronted me about it, I will explain later, lets just go to bed,” he says, sounding annoyed.

You decide to just let the subject go but totally plan to ask him about it in the morning curious on what that could have meant.

The two of you continue to catch up on everything you haven’t had a chance to with one another before you finally start to fall asleep, feeling loved and cared for, more content in your relationship than ever.

[wetcatspellcaster]

Out of curiousity, do you have any tips for outlining and how to recover from burnout? 🫣🫣 I haven't been able to get words on a page for two months now.

hey anon!! I'm sorry to hear that.

unfortunately, I'm not the best person to ask about burnout, as I tend to try pushing through it and my current state of being (bad) tells me how well that's going for me lmfao. in response to that, my only things I can say is:

there might be a reason why you haven't been able to write for two months, and that's ok. sometimes the well runs dry and you have to wait for rain. two months is not very long and is not a personal failure.

when trying to get over burnout, i tend to pick something low-stakes, silly, and fun to begin with. either a sillier scene for a longer piece, or a piece that's disconnected from my other /serious/ projects. do something that doesn't feel like work.

As to outlining, I have a lot more advice there! so below the cut!

Outlining tips.

the way I outline my work is as follows:

I put all my big plotpoints in a document - the non-negotiables (e.g. in Pieces this was the soul jar, the nature of what ascendency is, the major character death, etc). these are the things that the story needs, to have internal consistency. if you don't have an end at this point, that's so totally fine, but it often helps if you do, because having an ending guarantees the most internal consistency of all.

I tend to outline the start first, and write to a point where I begin to get the tone of the story (in Pieces, this was up to Chapter 7, and the library, I think you can tell because there's a shift in action in this point), and then once I'm there I begin hammering down the specifics of the big plotpoints I mention above.

My outline is always literally bullet points. I start with bulletpoints of the story and its progression, and then as I begin to write in a chapter format, I might make smaller bullet points going beat by beat in a scene.

I try to give myself as much flexibility as possible, beyond the 'internal consistency' point. So while I may have bullet points for the story progression, I do not hammer down a chapter-by-chapter necessarily, because often as you are writing you find the natural breathing points/cliffhangers that will do that for you. If something ends up being longer, I am happy for it to become a chapter - same if conversation etc. that need to happen end up being too short to stand-alone.

Another type of flexibility is the ability to embellish and ad-lib. I typically outline in 'x happens' or "y talks to [side character]", or in lines of dialogue I want to include if I've been struck by inspiration. But the action is not necessarily determined (unless I've been struck down by visions) until I'm writing it. A classic was in Pieces I knew I need to have romance scenes in between plot happening, so I'd be like "something sexy happens" or "another confrontation here". Another example is I knew Orin was going to confront Astarion in an Honest Lie, and she had some goals (wanted to see if he was weak enough to be manipulated, etc.) but the holy water was added last minute when I realised I wanted more horror. Give yourself breathing room to embellish in the moment so you can have fun with it.

My final piece of advice is: know when and when not to stick to your outline! Pieces was my first popular fic as it updated, and a lot of the comments were positing things I wasn't doing. I kept to my outline then, because I knew that trying to change to please others would just fuck the story, bc the story had always been written with a certain ending in mind. So I just had to tunnel down, even if it made people unhappy - at least then, the ending wouldn't feel cheap.

BUT if you are having doubts or... if you're bored, which is the biggest writer killer, then maybe there's a way to spice up your outline. I know sometimes it's unavoidable (Iron throne, I'm looking at you), but try not to do the whole "I am writing to this one fun scene at the end"... you will probably get bored before you get there. Try to make every scene fun for you to write, if you can!!! Be silly with it, as well!