#john during the hiatus

[weirdmageddon]

the shift in lore literacy in homestuck’s fandom

i was thinking about how the people who got into homestuck after it ended—whose interactions with the comic are in a static, archived state, not an ongoing thing—missed out on information that was more common knowledge in the fandom at that time. i don’t know if this is true since i’m not on tiktok, but i wouldn’t be surprised if it was. the fandom certainly isn’t the same as it was before.

ive found that many people reading homestuck now simply do not understand things in homestuck that were common knowledge back in the day, with calls for “homestuck literacy classes to become mandatory” in response to baffling takes because so many people just now seem to have glazed over the comic without absorbing important plot points, and i think i know why this may be. i ended up writing a post reflecting on my time with the comic, my perspective and how ive seen this change. i still think and write about homestuck because it still fascinates me. earlier i quote retweeted that call in my thread talking about the temporal relativity of dave and rose’s god tier ascension in the green sun, saying “my homestuck literacy is 100% so guess im doing my part as a teacher by pointing out whatever i think is really cool about it”. this post im writing now started out as a reply to this tweet i got in response.

i joined the fandom in 2013. i was 11. i had been aware of it since at least late 2011, early 2012 when my friend ryan in fifth grade told me to read it but i couldn’t get past the first few pages. i remember writing a journal on deviantart around this time (late 2011-early 2012) that was mocking people who typed like gamzee, which ironically was very karkat of me. and i remember someone on flipnote hatena i was following was making flipnotes with the alpha kids.

i dont know what caused me to flip the switch into reading it but 2013. i got into it somewhere between april (i think closer to april—i remember it being quite a span of time between the last update before HOMOSUCK dropped.) this was the most recent page the comic, meaning there was no > [S] ACT 6 ACT 6 at the bottom.

i got into it during a pause in updates, which looking into it, was the year 4 megapause. i wasn’t sure of the month until seeing the news post detailing the reason for the hiatus and the status report of the comic’s development at that time. pretty cool i could narrow it down by referencing the dates of those updates and the news post to correspond with the pause!

according to readmspa, the year 4 megapause was a 59 day hiatus from Apr 14, 2013 ==> (EOA6A5) running to 12 Jun 2013, [S] ACT 6 ACT 6. then for a few months there were the first updates that i was apart of the fandom for.

and what an exciting time during the story get into the webcomic! when the updates resumed in june, part 4 of homestuck had begun. here was a glimpse of the updates in that span of time before the next hiatus began in october.

that hiatus was none other than the gigapause, the longest hiatus in the comic, which started october 2013 and lasted for a YEAR, and i already posted about what happened on the date of return.

but here were the main events happening in the story at the time i first actually got interested in it. i wasn’t aware of the full context of them then like i am now, but i was looking at the most recent updates anyway with interest:

the alpha kids just emerged as god tiers from their slabs in derse and prospit, blown up by the condesce and caliborn / lil cal-possessed b2 jack noir.

the journey to the new session started 24 hours after jack called an early reckoning in descend—for context that was about when dave entered around midnight central time and before jade even entered. it’s pretty easy to forget that side 1 of homestuck basically happens within the span of a single day—and at this point in the story, the 3 year journey (which was also 3 real life years) had just ended. john and jade emerged from the other side of the yellow yard through the fenestrated plane on LOMAX. john’s real body was asleep upon arrival in the new session, while his dreaming projection out in the dream bubbles came across vriska’s ghost ship to learn lord english lore with vriska and aranea, and go on the treasure hunt where they found the ultimate weapon at the X mark out in in the furthest ring. in the dream john stuck his hand in the juju, started warping all over canon which removed his real body from the ship on LOMAX. he zapped around for a while but eventually zapped back to LOMAX, now awake, completely out of the loop of what everyone else is up to, and bored as fuck. what was everyone else getting up to while john was asleep?

jade was now once again within the domain of the green sun. im pretty sure her space god doggy essence comes with the power to sense what was anywhere within the domain of the session since her face looks like she arrived at that spot with intent (and she literally has jack noir’s exact powers from bec’s prototyping. also this panel). she immediately dispatched b2 jack to the edge of the incinisphere, defending the newly god-tiered jane and jake. i think even if they weren’t in any danger, she would have warped to them instantly anyway because she COULD now, and i can imagine she wouldve been sooooo eager to meet everyone. even davesprite comments about her rapid departure.

the pre-scratch refugees arrived during the only time serious shit ever went down in the nobles’ months-long inert void session. the condesce used her freak psychic bronze-cerulean powers to commune with jade’s bestial side and mind controlled her, which is super dangerous as someone with the powers of a first guardian. she then used jade’s powers to corrupt jane with the tiaratop. no funtime meetup allowed!

the trolls’ meteor with rose, dave, and the remaining trolls was pulling up into the new session with no way to slow it down. grimbark jade warped there once it was in the incinisphere and took active control. she warped everyone off the trolls’ meteor and sent them to LOMAX.

as john was losing his mind on LOMAX waiting for everyone, the meteor crew warped in. after 3 years he finally reunited with rose and dave, and at least saw the trolls in person. close curtains, end of A6A5. this was the newest [S] flash page at the time, one of my first impressions of this comic, and still one of my favorite flashes. knowing the context of the flash in the story only enhances the retrospective joy i have at getting into the comic at the time i did because it’s such an anticipated moment in the story for everyone, while for someone with no context of the story it was still enjoyable.

so that’s what was going on plotwise when i joined the fandom.

from this time, through those few months of updates and through the gigapause, i was familarizing myself with the characters in the story and overseeing the state of fanbase, getting myself acquainted with the story and wrapping my head around everything.

at that time i found that a new-ish group called colab HQ who were producing a let’s read homestuck series on youtube. hearing the voices and the pacing of it like that really, really eased me into it (maybe it was my adhd that gave me trouble actually starting it?). i caught up to a certain point using lets read homestuck and from that point was able to continue with the comic on my own, and by the time the gigapause came to a close i was fully caught up. i remember the rebranding of colab hq into voxus about a year and a half after i discovered them.

but.. back to the main point of my post. even these posts from hussie’s tumblr exist in archived states. how many new fans know about hussie’s old tumblr? i don’t know, unless theyre a new fan that must scour the internet for more deep more dives on homestuck and its fandom as a whole. but since hussie deleted his tumblr (it exists archived now on homestuck.net which, alongside from the unofficial homestuck collection, has nearly singlehandedly kept the most important relics of the fandom and lore archived), that page is not an active part of the fandom now, because it’s gone. it’s a pile of bones. it’s not living and breathing. it’s in an archived state. the whole thing is already there. homestuck and its fandom history is something you now binge instead of slowly consume and meld with as it comes out. it’s now this rapid information intake that you might forget about if you read it now instead of engaged alongside it. you’re not surrounded by people actively talking and theorizing about developments anymore. the ability to have those sorts of conversations during the ongoing development of the story reinforced concepts, ideas, and lore over and over as we tried to make sense of it.

being in a fandom when the author is still delivering the story is like nothing else. it allows you grow alongside the characters and engage meaningfully with the media and people in the fandom space around you. it feels like you’re participating IN the media itself, especially if you’re interfacing with the creator. it’s in always having something to theorize or talk about and speculate. and people become very aware of these sorts of forgotten story facts because they were applying the logic of the newest official post from hussie into making their sburb ocs or something and share resources and discussion posts about “what just happened in this update?? recap????” it was this cultural osmosis thing. i think this is why homestuck literacy is now at an all time low, at least from what i can see on twitter.

reading homestuck then vs now is like the difference between serialized shows with spaces between episodes to discuss stuff and time to reflect and learn and become attached to the story, narrative, worldbuilding and its characters, vs the netflix model where it’s all dropped all at once and people forget about it after binging.

at this point in time im getting the sense that “homestuck elders” now are no longer just people who were there since 2009-2010, but now also people who were there while it was still updating, probably stretching into 2014-2015. there are many sources of lore that were common knowledge in the fandom at the time that, since becoming susceptible to the deletion of content and link rot, and with the thanosing of mspaforums, are no longer accessible at the source. and a lot of people moved on after it ended, especially following the epilogues, the kate drama, and the whatpumpkin-sarah z drama, leaving a void of information behind if not for archivists and people such as me who continue to keep old facts relevant in discussions. my friend has called me a fandom scholar before and seeing this post i think i get what they mean.

EDIT: there is a series of video essays ive watched multiple times (because theyre that good) and they are exactly what modern fans need to see more of. they really help contextualize the comic and the themes present in it help you appreciate the basic fabric of homestuck a hell of a lot more. i highly recommend them and encourage any fan of homestuck to watch them, or someone considering getting into homestuck to watch the first one.

i think this is arguably as close to the “mandatory literacy class for homestuck” that person was talking about as you can get, especially the first video.

additionally, there is also the website https://rafe.name/homestuck which is essentially a sparknotes for homestuck and can help you follow developments in the comic itself.

[johnwickb1tsch]

John Wick x You │Tarasov's Daughter

You are the eldest daughter of Viggo Tarasov. You’re smart enough to take over the family business, but you’ve always been overlooked because you’re a girl (their loss). But John Wick sees you. In fact he saw a lot of you, once, when he’d been your bodyguard for a brief time during a turf war back in the day. You’re not sure who seduced who really, but you’ve never forgotten the feeling of his big hands digging into your hips or his teeth in your shoulder while he fucked you against the marble top of your bathroom sink, watching you go to pieces for him in the mirror. Maybe he was even your first! You seethed with jealousy when you heard he left the Underworld to get married to a nice normal American lady and settle down in domestic bliss. You were actually allowed to DO that? No one in this life ever really got out. You can’t help but think that you could have made him just as happy as some boring middle-aged photographer. Helen. What a stupid name. So when the shit hits the fan after your dumbass brother Iosef disrespects John Wick (and kills his dog, what the actual fuck?) you wonder if John will come after you.

Pick your poison: Canon!John Wick │ Dark!John Wick │ Yandere!John Wick

18+, all the warnings, dead dove do not eat! Predator kink, size kink, kidnapping, dub-con, brat taming, dark!john, mean!John, yandere!John , jesus fucking crist tumblr u have broken me…🙃

Canon!John Wick

John doesn’t hurt women unless they are really REALLY giving him no choice (Looking at you, Perkins!). But you are the means to his end, so he doesn’t hesitate to take you for bait for Iosef and your father’s men. He is raw and back in full predator mode after taking a hiatus for five years. Of COURSE you piss him off, and when you try to escape he snaps. He still calls you moya milaya printcessa (my sweet princess)tho while he fucks you against the wall with his hand on your throat. When the idiots your father employs do finally come for you John kills them all, and your brother, and your uncle after taking back his car. He lets you go, and a part of you forever wishes that he’d kept you…

Dark!John Wick

You were always such a fucking brat back when he had to watch over you, and finally he can get his revenge. When you mouth off he undoes his tie and uses it to gag you, something he’s always wanted to do, and as you watch him whip off his belt with such calculated flourish you are practically sliding off your chair. He bends you over his knee, the way someone should have a long time ago, and he taunts you when he finds you’re soaking with slick in between whipping you. Is it just you, or is he not hitting you half as hard as he could tho? You don’t know and you don’t care, you’re 98 percent sure you’re not getting out of this alive, so you at least want to die having had his magnificent manhood inside you one last time. You are delirious by the time he soothes the welts on your ass with the light touch of his fingers. “Are you going to be my good little girl now?” he demands as he tosses you on the bed like you’re just a ragdoll. Like he wants to hear your reply, he removes his tie from your mouth.

“If you fill me up with that big beautiful cock of yours.”

He laughs at you, and you get the feeling he’s delighted by your sass, even in this cruel mood. “You don’t get to make the demands anymore, milaya.” He slaps your thighs apart and goes down on you, licking you relentlessly, bringing you to the edge again and again but never letting you cum.

“Please, please, please,” you beg and tears stream down your face as finally you watch him undo his pants. He has utterly broken you.

“You always were such fucking whiner,” he hisses, pulling your hair hard as he plunges himself inside your swollen cunt. You hate him for how good it feels as he fills every last inch and corner of you, and if you ever get your hands free you’re so going to make him pay for this.

Yandere!John Wick

John always carried a torch for you, but you were so off limits. The boss’s daughter. A sure death sentence, but it almost would have been worth it. He’d thought about you constantly for a good long while, your beauty and your body was burned into his brain, but then he met Helen, and that fire smoldered to red hot coals he kept in the back room of his twisted black heart. But when Iosef starts shit there is absolutely nothing to stop him from taking what he’s always wanted. He’ll make you his perfect little pet, one last bit of revenge against the Tarasovs for disrespecting him after all he’d done for them.

When you see him materialize from the shadows in the mirror behind you, you try to go for the gun you keep in the top drawer of your vanity. You’re half certain he’ll kill you for it, but you’re y/n Viggovna Fucking Tarasov, and you will not fucking beg like your little bitch of a brother undoubtedly did. You’re not surprised when he manages to disarm you in the blink of an eye. You wait for the blade in your throat or the gunshot in your gut but he just holds you in those inexorably strong arms, looking down at you with those burning dark eyes. He’s so tall, he’s so much bigger than you and that always turned you on.

“You’re mine now, printcessa.”

You know you’ve always been his but you hate being helpless. He kisses you hard, unforgivingly, possessively, and you try to bite him but he knocks you out with a headbutt. Ouch!

You wake up in a luxuriously appointed room that you just know in your gut is now your new prison. Wick is no fool. There are digital locks on the doors. There are windows that you know will be unbreakable. Your hands are bound above your head, and though you try to worm free it’s impossible. After a while John enters, straddling you on the bed. Even though your legs are free his weight pins you down, you are trapped, and you’re embarrassingly certain he can feel the heat that’s pooling between your legs for it. His face is covered in cuts, his knuckles are torn. He’s been through Hell, but he came out the other side, the way you begrudgingly knew he would. “Your family’s dead,” he tells you. “No one’s coming for you.” He doesn’t really seem to take any joy in it, his handsome face stoic as stone. “You belong to me now, and I hope your father rolls over in his grave every time I defile you.”

You try not to enjoy it while he rails you into the soft mattress, or when he touches you while he does it, his long fingers so exacting. He is a master of manipulating the human body, for pain or for pleasure. You think he makes you cum out of ownership over anything remotely tender, but he makes you see God so often it almost feels like he cares about you. He becomes your dark deity, the altar you worship on, even if just in the deepest depths of your heart. You still have some pride.

You still try to fight and still try to run, even though he punishes you every time. Maybe you’re made bold by the fact that he hasn’t killed you, where he killed everyone else. They were kind of assholes though. John kept you, after all, and you can’t fault his taste. You think he secretly loves the chase, maybe even admires you for fighting him when there really is no hope. He loves reminding you who is in charge though too, and on nights when he’s in a particular mood you know you won’t be able to sit without feeling it for a week.

[tippenstoepens]

Prettiest Girl in the Room

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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You couldn’t hold it against Joe. As an adult woman, you knew better by now. Kisses don’t come with strings attached and just because a person kisses you, doesn’t mean they want to spend the rest of their life with you - especially if that kiss happened while both parties were drunk.

Which Joe made pretty apparent when he didn’t call you the morning after your kiss. Or the three mornings after that. Or the three months after that. All you had heard from Joe was his reaction notifications from the cast group chat when someone would send a Twitter meme made of the show. Everyone fancied one of Jackson’s character screaming “Well, you can shove your ham up your ass!” 

“Joekeery loved an image”

That’s all you got. 

You went about your life the way you always did between gigs: waitressing during the week, babysitting your friends’ kids on weekends, and sending out the odd self-tape in hopes your career wasn’t over before it had even begun. It was a nice, simple life. Not every actor was fortunate enough to afford a roof over their head in New York City, no matter how many doubles they worked. You consider yourself spoiled rotten every day. What could possibly be missing?

You didn’t date. That was probably part of the problem. That’s what made Joe’s silence ache so deeply. You wondered if it would change anything if he knew that the most action you had gotten in months before the kiss was getting catcalled in the streets. A simple kiss meant the world to celibate, touch starved women like you.

Maybe you should be the one to call him… And maybe you should crawl on your knees begging him to pay you a modicum of attention with “DESPERATE” written on your forehead in red Sharpie just to put the icing on the idiot cake. 

He popped into your mind way more often than he was welcome. At the grocery store when one of the songs he always played in the makeup trailer started harassing you over the intercom. In your kitchen when you removed fish bones from your salmon. In bed when you were trying to… Well, that’s no one’s business. 

“Guess who has two thumbs and just got renewed for a second season,” the director bubbled in the group chat.

“Oh, I love this game,�� David texted. “This show. Our show got greenlit.”

It was time to shake it off. Not just for the sake of the show, but for your own sake. It wasn’t healthy to dwell so much on the past. 

On the first day back from hiatus, the producers and director had the cast sit for a table read of the first few scripts they had written. As Joe’s TV wife, you’d expect to be sitting next to him considering most of your scenes were together. Maybe you should talk to Joe and clear the air before the table read started. Yes. That’s the mature thing to do.

You arrived twenty-five minutes early - which is on-the-dot on time in the acting world. Joe wasn’t there when you arrived. Or ten minutes after you did. Or five minutes after that.The anticipation of Joe’s arrival was turning your stomach into knots. He was usually punctual. Surely, he wasn’t tardy because of you.

“Any word from Joe?” The director mumbled to his assistant. 

“Haven’t heard from him,” they replied.

You began to worry. Was he skipping out on the table read because he didn’t want to see you? Had his avoidance of you gone that far? He’d have to get over it eventually. He had a contract to fulfill. Just as you began your descent into a catastrophizing spiral, the clock struck eleven and Joe jogged into the room - beads of sweat forming at his hairline. “So sorry,” he panted. “Traffic was terrible.”

“It’s okay, we wouldn’t get started without our golden boy,” David teased. “I hear he’s up for sexiest man alive this year.”

Joe blew a short raspberry in response.

“Alright, alright, let’s get right into it, shall we? From the top of episode one.” The director chirped, no doubt relieved that he didn’t have to read Joe’s lines for him. “Interior. The Henderson bedroom. John and Jane Henderson lie in bed, covered only by their silk bed sheets. They’re snuggled up together. Post-coitus is implied.”

Say sike right now. You had never done a scene like this with Joe before. Never! The Henderson’s didn’t even have a scene like this in their honeymoon episode.

Of course this would be the first scene on the first day back after your first time seeing Joe after your first kiss. It was fan service. Every girl, guy, and person wanted to see more of Joe’s skin these days. But why did you have to be dragged into it?

You turned to look Joe in the eyes as you would have at any other table reading. Normal. This is normal. Business as usual. But it didn’t feel as easy as it was before. At first, you struggled to make eye contact and when you finally did, the intensity of his gaze made you blush a bit. Only a bit. The show must go on.

“That was amazing, sweetheart,” he scooped the line off the page and met your gaze again. 

God, the script writing was really going downhill this season, huh?

You sighed contently as the script dictated. “You’re tellin’ me!”

The whole cast chuckled.

The rest of the table read went on without a single hitch. After the ice was broken, things weren’t nearly as awkward as you dreaded they would be. The cast went through the entire table read five times before the lunch break. The first thing you did with your free time was approach Joe.

“You didn’t call.”

“Neither did you."

Fair, but not really because Joe was the one with a booming career and Joe was the one everyone tuned in to the show for and Joe was the one with most of the power in this dynamic and Joe was the one who initiated the kiss and infinitely many other reasons that he was to blame came to mind before you finally came to the conclusion that you didn’t call Joe because you were afraid of the possibility of rejection. What if you followed up only to find out that he wasn’t interested in you? Your low-self esteem convinced you that reaching out to a person like Joe was asking for embarrassment.

“So what now?” The rough exterior melted, revealing the vulnerable little girl inside that just wanted a boy to like her back.

“Well, that’s up to you,” he shrugged.

Not necessarily the answer you wanted. You just stared him down until he said more things.

“If it was just a drunken kiss, I understand. We’ll never speak of it again. We’ll keep things professional.”

“And if it wasn’t?” You murmured while making sure to avoid eye contact lest you be made a fool of for saying that.

“If it wasn’t… I’d like you to have dinner with me," he blushed. "Some time. If you… I dunno if you have free time- Well, of course you have free time, but I meant- If you want to have dinner,” he stammered and stuttered.

“I’d love to.”

Joe sighed in relief. “Great. Do you like Italian?” He smiled a bashful, closed lipped smile and it made the corners of his big, brown eyes crinkle.

“I love Italian.”

“I know a spot in the lower east side near Ludlow. Friday at eight? I’ll pick you up if you like.” God, his eyes.

The submissive in you wished he would stop worrying about what you like and make you do what he liked. The romantic in you found his sheepishness so charming.

“I’d like that,” you beamed.

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[lick-me-lennon22]

Beatles X ADHD!Reader Headcanons

(Hello, everyone!! I apologize for the short hiatus, I've been going through a lot following my 21st birthday as well as some family/work troubles. I also want to give a happy, happy 84th birthday full of peace and love to the one and only Richard Starkey!!! ☮️💞☮️💞☮️💞 As always, please let me know if anything in this post comes across as offensive or insensitive, and take what resonates with you :) I'm glad to be back and hope you all enjoy this post!!)

John

John is intrigued by your unique perspective and view of the world

He admires your creativity and often finds inspiration in your spontaneous ideas

He encourages you to channel your energy into your passions - whether it's music, art, or any other creative pursuit

John understands that you may struggle with focus at times and offers gentle reminders or helps you create strategies to stay organized

He'll support you through restless nights by staying up and chatting with you, plagued by his own insomnia, and helps you get your energy out

He also understands that you may thrive in an environment that may seem chaotic to others, but embraces the unpredictability and encourages you to express yourself freely without fear of judgement

John greatly values your honesty and openness about your challenges

He shares his own vulnerabilities and struggles with you, creating a bond built on mutual understanding and support

He enjoys engaging in deep conversations with you, exploring different topics and learning from your point of view

You two often have late-night chats that range from philosophical discussions to whimsical flights of fancy

He appreciates your ability to jump from topic to topic, finding it refreshing and inspiring

John absolutely loves to collaborate with you on creative projects, whether it's writing songs together or brainstorming ideas for new ventures

Your spontaneous and unique ideas often lead to innovative and unexpected song lyrics or artistic projects

During times when you feel overwhelmed or distracted, John offers a supportive presence

Whether it's through gentle reminders, offering reassurance, or simply listening as you ramble about your latest hyperfixation, he provides unwavering comfort and understanding

Paul

Paul is naturally a very supportive and nurturing partner

He is exceptionally patient and understanding during times when you become distracted or overwhelmed

He also thrives on creating structure and routine, which helps you manage your symptoms effectively

He'll collaborate with you to create adaptive routines and to-do lists that accommodate you, designing schedules that provide flexibility while ensuring important tasks are completed without stress

Paul helps you channel your creative energy into organized projects

He enjoys planning songwriting sessions or artistic endeavors that allow you to streamline your enthusiasm and ideas

Paul listens attentively when you ramble and infodump about your hyperfixations

His optimism and positivity uplift you, helping you feel more confident and capable in managing your ADHD

He always makes it a point to celebrate your achievements, big and small, recognizing the effort and determination it takes to accomplish tasks despite your ADHD-related challenges

Paul is very attuned to your emotional needs, offering comfort and support during moments of frustration or overwhelm

During periods of self-doubt, Paul makes sure to emphasize his belief in your abilities and resilience

He will also take the liberty of decluttering your work and living spaces, as well as locating items you may have misplaced, wanting to keep you from experiencing additional stress

He will often pick up your medication for you (if applicable), and always reminds you to take your meds

Paul helps you set clear goals and prioritize your tasks

He suggests therapies and coping mechanisms, helping you to make informed decisions to improve your daily life

George

George appreciates your spontaneity and creativity, and feels it aligns well with his laid-back personality

He encourages you to explore different hobbies and interests, recognizing your potential to excel in various creative endeavors

He values your insight and often seeks your perspective on music, philosophy, and art

George appreciates your ability to share your experiences openly with him, even when your thoughts are racing or your emotions are intense

You bond over using music as a form of therapy, playing acoustic guitars together or listening to soothing melodies that help calm your mind and enhance your focus

George enjoys spending quiet moments with you - whether it's meditating, enjoying nature, or simply existing and decompressing together

He loves to escape with you to peaceful, natural settings where you can both unwind, connect with one another, and find inspiration in the beauty of your surroundings

He provides a calming presence for you, helping you feel grounded and supported in moments of overwhelm or distraction

George notices small details about your behavior and mood, which helps him recognize when you need gentle reminders or space to recharge

He always respects your need for personal space and quiet moments

George, of course, introduces you to and walks you through mindfulness practices and meditation techniques that help you center yourself and manage your ADHD symptoms more effectively

He supports you in setting boundaries and encourages you to prioritize self-care

George shares his passion for health and wellbeing with you, encouraging activities like yoga, journaling, and nutritious cooking, which promote physical and mental balance

Ringo

Ringo embraces your spontaneity, finding joy and solace in your playful and creative nature

He values your unique talents and perspectives, always taking genuine interest in your hyperfixations

Ringo encourages you to express yourself freely and to always embrace your quirks and unique strengths

His humor and warmth create a positive atmosphere where you feel accepted and cherished for who you are

His lighthearted approach helps alleviate day-to-day stress and pressure

Ringo finds great pleasure in making you laugh, and appreciates your own playful sense of humor and view of things

Ringo is naturally flexible and adaptable, which helps him to navigate your changing moods and interests with ease

He recognizes that your ADHD may lead to shifts in your interests or priorities and remains supportive and understanding in these moments

Ringo enjoys planning outings and activities that cater to your interests, making sure you're both engaged and having fun

He savors moments of comfortable silence and parallel play with you, where you can simply be together without constant need for stimulation or conversation

He deeply appreciates the peace and connection found in these quiet moments

Ringo creates a safe space for you to express yourself creatively however you see fit - whether it be through doodling, writing, or other forms of artistic expression

Empathy is a huge aspect of his support, as he also struggles with ADHD symptoms and navigates his challenges alongside yours

He provides a comforting and understanding presence during times where you feel frustrated or overstimulated

Ringo offers a calming and positive demeanor, as well as unconditional support, reassuring you that you are not alone in managing your ADHD

[blogstandbygo]

Whispers of Highgate - a Sherlock fic for All Saint's Day

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60248353

During his hiatus, Sherlock is chased into the Paris Catacombs, with unexpected consequences.

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[agent-cakeshroom]

Thinkin about a Trolls au where Brozone never split. This is also under the assumption that during the scene right before going out to perform, they were not at home. They still fought, but as they're yelling at each other Grandma steps in and separates them to let them go clear their heads. Clay bursts into tears as his emotions crash down on him, and he runs out to go home. Spruce(no name change yet obv) quickly follows after shooting JD a dirty look, telling Grandma he'd go soothe Clay. Grandma picks up Branch, and Floyd offers to go gather her things so they can head home too. John Dory is still reeling, and blurts out that he's going to go stay with a friend. Before anyone else can say anything, he's hopped out the window. Grandma decides to leave him be, and heads home with the youngest two.

By the time they get back, Clay has cried himself to sleep in the room he shares with Floyd, and Spruce is dressed more comfortably while slumped over at the kitchen table. Grandma sets Branch in the high chair and gets to fixing them up some hot cocoa. Floyd grabs out the jar of shortbread cookies, and passes some to his brothers as he sits next to Spruce. No one says anything until they're all sitting and nursing a mug of cocoa. Spruce apologizes to Grandma out of habit, but she waves it off. Talks about how they're teenagers and children, that emotions are bound to explode. She talks about how JD should be back by tomorrow, and they can all try to work things out then. Eventually they all head to bed, Spruce in his shared room with JD, and Branch with Grandma.

Next morning, they all wake up late and John Dory is in the kitchen whipping up breakfast. Clay wakes up first, and just stops in the kitchen doorway to stare at his eldest brother. JD's eyes are puffy like his, and he looks like he'd barely slept. Without saying a word, Clay simply sits at the table to wait for the rest of their family. Floyd is next, still half asleep, and curls up in the chair next to Clay while leaning on the middle brother. Spruce is close behind, wearing a sweater he stole from JD's closet, but decides not to explain himself since no one was paying attention anyway. Last is Grandma carrying a sleepy Branch, setting him in the high chair just as food finishes cooking. She helps JD set out plates and dish out the food before they both sit, and the family eats in silence at first.

Eventually John Dory speaks up first, apologizing to Clay. He doesn't look at his younger brother, or anyone really, but they can all hear how close to crying he is. He apologizes to Spruce as well, and then Floyd. He tells them that he'll try to stop being so bossy, and he won't force them to do anything they don't want to. He says he loves them all the way they are, and he never should've tried to change that just for the band's image. He apologizes again, and tries to lighten the mood by commenting on his tears getting in his pancakes. It's gets a small laugh out of his brothers, and Branch pipes up with his own apology. He tries to say it was all his fault the concert was ruined, but all 4 brothers jump in to reassure him it wasn't his fault. John tries to explain that Branch is just a baby, and if it's anyone's fault it's John's. Grandma praises them for trying to work things out, and then tells them to hurry up and eat. Their food is getting cold.

Obviously all their problems aren't solved there, but it leads into John Dory announcing that Brozone is going on hiatus. They're taking a break to focus on their personal lives. He's terrified of the audience reaction, but fans were surprisingly supportive. Clay focuses more on school, and even starts sharing about his sad book club. Spruce focuses less on working out all the time, and instead convinces Grandma to teach him how to bake. Floyd starts writing his own songs, and has JD double check them just in case. John decides to ignore anything he wants to do, and focuses more on helping his brothers. Grandma notices and tries to get him to go and be a teenager, but JD refuses.

Timeskip to Grandma still getting eaten. Clay was off at sad book club, Spruce was inside trying to make lunch, and Floyd was working on songs with JD. Spruce hears Grandma yelling and screaming, and as he starts to run outside he hears Branch scream too. He barely catches a glimpse of the Bergen walking away with his Grandma, and he wants to collapse and wail but he can hear Branch crying from the ground. Spruce hurries down to his baby brother as JD and Floyd finally burst out of the pod. JD forces Floyd back inside, and crashes down beside his brothers to drag them back into the pod. He doesn't know what just happened, but he knows they're safest inside. Once inside, the older brothers see Branch's colors begin to fade and panic. Spruce explains that Grandma was taken just before bursting into tears himself. Floyd starts crying right after, and JD can feel himself start to shake. But seeing his brothers so distressed, the oldest manages to shove back his feelings and take all three brothers to his and Spruce's room to cuddle and process. Clay arrives not too long after, unaware, and JD tries to gently break the news to him. Clay is distraught, screaming and stomping before deflating into JD's arms.

FAST FORWARD AGAIN. After that JD starts helping with the tunnels to escape, and let's Spruce take on more responsibility over their younger brothers. When the time comes to escape, JD is in charge of carrying Floyd while Spruce carries Branch. Clay tries to stick close, but stops when he hears Viva yelp in fear. He glances back at his brothers, just in time to catch the horror in their faces as a pick axes smashes down between them. Clay is flung back, and smacks into a startled Viva. JD and Spruce are frozen for a moment, but rhe screams of their youngest brothers kick them into gear as they start sprinting for the exit. Floyd is hysterically crying and flailing, trying to reach out for Clay while Branch is inconsolable.

Viva and Clay end up in a similar situation to canon, the only difference is Clay is more soft and in tune with himself. He still enjoys boring stuff, but he's not as adamant about not being fun. The other four try to settle down in the new village with a new pod, but the older brothers catch Branch attempting to dig his bunker on multiple occasions. One by one they give in and help, and eventually the bunker is built with an extra room for Clay just in case. Branch isn't fully gray, but his color is severely muted, and his other brothers aren't much brighter. Floyd is the only one that really actively sings, but JD and Spruce will hum to themselves or to their brothers. Branch refuses to sing at all.

[oodliedoodlies]

could you perhaps hcs about your no breakup au, if that's okay?

ABSOLUTELY!!

No Breakup AU Headcanons

ROSIEPUFF IS A GOOD WOMAN GOOD GRANDMA

John Dory has some complicated history with viva. They got really close due to their similar positions of lots of pressure being in the public eye with familial responsibility.

John still did his dramatic “goodbye forever!” Exit, and then went to viva to say the same. She was able to talk him down and get him to come back to his family.

They may also co-parent an accidental baby they had, but they are not together

After the blow-up, they took a hiatus from performing to figure out internal issues… then Trollstice happened

The putt putt trolls were not cut off from the rest during trollstice. The would-be putt putt trolls all managed to get out with the main group all together.

So this makes Viva the current Queen of Pop!!

Brozone brothers get therapy during hiatus, much like the other trolls after trollstice. Lots of domestic teenager interactions for this au between the main pop cast!!!

The alternative name to this au is the Bandmanager au, simply because My oc, Slate, becomes their bandmanager soon after their official reunion.

When Brozone starts performing again, they decide to move forward as four (to give bitty b more of a proper childhood).

During THAT era of the four of them, Branch met Trickee, hype, and Boom, and started writing songs with them. Just some silly kids doing a hobby.

Also clay was… emo as hell… during his teenage years. Black clothes, hair down, tons of piercings…. The works. He wanted to be “the deep one” and argued with JD for SO long about it

John eventually caved

I think the rock apocalypse happens before the events of the first movie… which makes things interesting and I’ll need a WHOLE new post for that.

That’s when branch, Trickee, Hype and Boom meet Ablaze.

This is also how Floyd finds his rock identity early on

Bruce met brandy on a tour to Vacay 😈

Several years later they’re engaged 🤭

Here’s a few just to start off cause it’s kind of a large au. 🧡🧡🧡

[mikeywayarchive]

Mikey Way: “I was borderline terrified a lot of the time My Chemical Romance was active. I was learning the bass in front of 20,000 people every night!”

By Gregory Adams ( Bass Player ) published June 9th 2023

The reunited emo kings’ low-end ranger reveals why he swapped out his signature Fender Mustang for a sparkling new signature Jazz Bass, learning bass in arenas, and how he overcame insecurity about his chops

Full interview under cut:

My Chemical Romance’s reunion has seen bassist Mikey Way thrumming through the high pomp punk of The Black Parade and Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge favorites with a familiar rhythmic fortitude, but keen-eyed band obsessives have probably noticed the musician is no longer sporting the snazzy, silver-flake Squier Mustang signature model Fender built for him back in 2012. 

The good news is that’s because, as Fender have just formally announced, Way has a brand-new – but just as glammy – Jazz Bass out now. There’s a good reason why Way’s made the switch: the Jazz Bass is his first love.

Though he started out on guitar, Way got the hang of a four-string in the mid ‘90s while playing a loaned-out Jazz Bass in his pre-My Chemical Romance project, Ray Gun Jones. He upgraded to a silver-finish Jazz of his own by the time MCR started touring in the early ‘00s, but a trailer mishap led to that instrument getting smashed to pieces on a highway.

Way tells Guitar World that he eventually became obsessed with the short-scale sturdiness of a Mustang bass guitar as My Chemical Romance were writing their 2010 full-length, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, after fooling around with a model Duff McKagan had left at North Hollywood’s Mates Rehearsal Studio. By 2012, Way had his Squier model in stores.

It was during the downtime after My Chemical Romance went on hiatus in 2013, though, that the stubbiness of his Mustang became a little hard to handle.

“I stayed away from playing bass for a little while, which is natural – I was just decompressing,” Way explains. “Then, sometime in 2014, I picked up the bass again, to get my chops back, [but] I noticed that the Mustang felt strange to me.” 

After reaching out to the folks at Fender, Way got a grip on his playing by stretching out on the longer-necked Jazzes they sent him. Way’s take on the Jazz Bass is outfitted with ’70s-style single-coil pickups, and a thinline “C”-shaped maple neck the bassist says is super-speedy.

The finish is silver, of course, but Way also wanted an aesthetically inkier black pickguard. The headstock, likewise, pops with its matching gloss-black finish.

Speaking with Guitar World, Way gets into the glam and grunge gods who inspired his love of a good sparkle coat, overcoming performance anxiety, and why a steady attack wins the bass race every time.

What were some of the musts when it came to designing this latest signature?

“I’ve been obsessed with the sparkle finish as far back as I can remember. Growing up in the ‘90s, the silver-flake [finish] was big in alternative music. Chris Cornell had the Gretsch Silver Jet, [Daniel Johns] from Silverchair had one – [with] the imagery the Smashing Pumpkins used, they liked sparkles.

“Ace Frehley, of course, was big into flake finishes, and as a kid, you love the larger-than-life, comic book world of Kiss. [And there’s] David Bowie – the glam rock stuff. That flake finish makes me think of so many different things, but that’s why I love it so much.

“I remember being younger and going into stores and seeing a flake finish and being like, 'Oh my god, that’s an expensive [looking guitar] – I can’t afford that, let alone play it.' It was almost intimidating.”

One aesthetic difference between your Mustang model and this Jazz is that you didn’t throw a racing stripe on this one.

“I thought about bringing it back and keeping the continuity. Maybe somewhere down the line we’ll throw a racing stripe on this. The thing with [seeing a] racing stripe was always like, 'This player is a badass!'”

Is there a psychology behind removing the racing stripe, then?

“The psychology behind it is that I forgot about it. When My Chemical Romance was talking about doing reunion shows [in 2019], I’d contacted Michael Schulz from Fender and was like, 'Is it OK if I make a new bass for this [next] era of My Chemical Romance?' I wanted to take my past and bring it to the future – taking my Mustang and melding it with the Jazz Basses that I loved so much. 

“I tried to have my cake and eat it, too. I wanted the thinner neck, and I wanted the silver-flake, but I wanted it on a Jazz Bass. They knocked it out of the park immediately.”

Getting back to how you used to admire those silver-flake guitars in the shops, you actually started out as a guitarist, right?

“So, the story goes that my brother [My Chemical Romance vocalist Gerard Way] had a Sears acoustic guitar when he was 10 years old. We would take a shoelace and make a strap, and we would stand on the couch pretending we were in Iron Maiden. And then it got real around ’93-’94, which lines up with the rise of alternative music. You started to see people that looked exactly like you, and they were playing guitar. They were playing Fender Strats! 

“My brother got a Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue. I found it not too long ago, and Michael from Fender hot-rodded it. That’s how I cut my teeth – that Mexican Stratocaster [was] my first foray into really trying to learn how to play guitar. I would watch bootlegs of concerts, and watch [guitarists’] hands and fingers – Thom Yorke, Billy Corgan, Noel Gallagher, Jonny Greenwood. I would watch what they were doing. It all started from that.

“Bass came out of necessity, twice. Me and my brother had a band called Ray Gun Jones, I guess in ’95-’96. It was kind of Weezer-ish, or us doing a surf-punk thing [with] a little bit of pre-mid-west emo. At the time we were really into Weezer, Jawbreaker, Promise Ring, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Sunny Day Real Estate. 

“[Ray Gun Jones] needed a bass player, so my brother was like 'Hey, do you want to play bass for my band?' I was already a huge fan – I’d always tag along to practices. The ex-bass player let me borrow their bass. We had 4-5 songs, and I got the rudimentary from that. In that era, everyone was like, 'I want to be a guitar hero,' but I realized I had a natural knack for [bass]. I picked it up right away. 

“Then, with My Chemical Romance, it was the same thing. My brother was like, 'We need a bass player,' and I was like, 'Well, this is familiar' [laughs]. 'Here’s the demo; learn these songs.' They weren’t terribly difficult.”

Was that bass you had borrowed a Fender Jazz?

“Yup, I’ve only ever played Fender. I’ve tried tons of other basses from other companies, but it always feels alien to me.”

You mentioned studying the playing of Thom Yorke or Billy Corgan through those bootleg vids. Were there any bassists that you treated similarly, to understand the mechanics of bass?

“Matt Sharp from Weezer. I tried to ape him in the beginning, but my attack sounds vaguely reminiscent of a Smashing Pumpkins recording. I would learn Siamese Dream and Melon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, and the Blue Album [the band’s 1994 self-titled debut] by Weezer. Those were the three albums that I put the most time into learning. That’s in my DNA.”

How about from a hyper-local perspective. If My Chemical Romance started out playing New Jersey basements and VFW halls, where there any bassists from that scene that inspired you, or that you appreciated?

“Yes! We shared a rehearsal space with this band called Pencey Prep – that was [MCR guitarist] Frank Iero’s original band. John McGuire was their bassist, and he let me borrow his equipment all the time. He taught me fundamentals, and gave me pointers – he taught me a whole heck of a lot. 

“I always respected Tim Payne from Thursday, I loved his attack and stage presence. And when I’d watch Gabe Saporta from Midtown, I thought 'This dude is the coolest guy in the room.' He’s got this calm, cool, and collected [presence] that you can’t fake or learn. And then Eben D’amico from Saves the Day – brilliant! 

“I would try to learn Saves the Day basslines. They were pretty complex [compared to] what most bands were doing in that scene. Most bands in the post-hardcore scene had simplistic basslines, but Saves the Day did not.

“There’s also Ray Toro, the guitar player of My Chemical Romance. Not only is he truly gifted at guitar, but he’s truly gifted at bass and drums – Ray can do everything. He was instrumental, early on, with showing me the ropes. Ray gave me lessons when I was a novice. I can’t thank him enough for that.”

What kind of pointers was he giving you?

“He showed me proper fretting, or [how to maintain] a steady attack. I got a really great compliment from our front-of-house guy, Jay Rigby. He told me that I’m one of the very few bass players that he doesn’t have to go in and tweak the volume [for]. 'You’re steady, throughout.' I think that’s something that Ray Toro instilled in me: the consistency of attack. 

“It’s funny thinking about it, but I was such a novice going into My Chemical Romance that I would bring myself into an anxiety-ridden state of, 'Oh my god, we have a show tonight; I have to start practicing right now.' I would be practicing four to five hours before we played – I’d play the set [in the green room], and then I’d play it again. Other bands would be like, 'What are you doing?' I was so neurotic at that point, because there were so many people around me that were beyond gifted. 

“I got pushed into the deep end; you’ve got no choice but to figure it out. Ray and Frank are so gifted that I had to keep up. I didn’t want to ever do the music a disservice.

“That brings me back to the simplicity of the early My Chem basslines. The first album [2002’s I Brought You Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love] was me learning the bass, and somehow [producer] John Naclerio recorded me and said, 'You did a great job,' which I did not expect. 

“I thought I was going to go in there and they were going to have to do some studio magic, or someone would come in and play [my] part. I thought of the worst-case scenario, but I went in and did it. I played the bass seriously [enough] by that point.”

What are you generally looking for in a My Chemical Romance bassline? 

“What makes it for me is if I do a fill, I’ll only do it once. If you listen to [the band's 2022 comeback single] The Foundations of Decay, any fill on there I only do one time. What’s interesting about The Foundations of Decay is that it’s very loose and run-and-gun. We went in and punched things in for timing, which everyone in the world does, but the meat of that is first-or-second take. Which brings me to someone else who was very instrumental to my bass playing: Doug McKean.

“He’s no longer with us, unfortunately, but he was our engineer from The Black Parade [until his passing in 2022]. He was always a huge cheerleader for me – he instilled confidence in me. He was always good at getting a killer performance out of me.”

What are some of the biggest My Chemical Romance bass moments for you?

“I’ll say that fill in on Foundations. No-one saw that coming.”

There’s a YouTube video out there of someone playing their favorite Mikey Way basslines, some while using your signature Squier Mustang, but one standout in particular is The Black Parade’s The Sharpest Lives.

“What’s funny is Sharpest Lives has a bass solo, and I was terrified of it. I had performance anxiety [through] the 12 years before we broke up – I don’t have it anymore. Somehow when the band got back together, a switch in my brain [got] flipped. [But] while My Chem was active, I was borderline terrified a lot of the time.

“I’m playing with people far above my skill level, I’m playing [on bills] with bands where their bass players are way better than me, [and] our shows were getting massive. We were playing arenas! So not only are you learning the bass, but you’re learning the bass in front of 20,000 people every night. It made me tweak a little, but I think it shaped me into what I became.

“That solo gave me anxiety. It was when we were playing the biggest venues of our career, and it would break for the solo [Way starts singing his ascending bass lick]. I practiced it relentlessly, then it [became] second nature. Later on, it [became my favorite part of the show.”

You’re already playing the Jazz signature in your live show, yeah?

“It’s what I use for the live show. Basically, Fender built [it] for the reunion, and then we made a couple tweaks for when we release it.”

Was there a learning curve at all towards transferring My Chemical Romance songs you’d written on a Mustang onto the Jazz?

“There was Planetary (GO!), a song off Danger Days. I’d guess you’d say the whole thing is a disco beat. It’s dance-y – [Mikey starts singing an octave-popping bassline], I do that for the entirety of the song. I was very happy that I only had to do that on a Mustang, initially [because of the shorter scale]. But going back to what I said, [after] I took a little break, [I] went back to a Jazz Bass. 

“I missed the room, or the way my hand went up and down the neck. I wanted to go back to that, so I jumped back in and felt right at home again.”

How many Jazzes are you bringing on the road?

“I bring two basses out, [but] I stopped even switching [during the set]. This is a testament to Fender craftsmanship – that thing stays in tune. It’s got the four-saddle bridge, and it stays in tune so well. I’m a little neurotic so I’ll tune every few songs, but if I went five to six songs you probably wouldn’t even notice.”

What does it mean to you to now have a fully-formed Fender signature model – as opposed to the Squier – and with the body shape you began your career with?

“It’s really a dream come true. It’s funny, in 2002-3 we started touring across the country. I had a Mexican Jazz Bass, but [the band] were like, 'You have to use something with better electronics; better wood. Step it up!' So, I went into the Guitar Center on Route 46 in New Jersey, and at the time Fender had released a special Guitar Center edition that was silver-flake. 

“It always bugged me that the pickguard was white – it threw me off, aesthetically, and I was like, 'I’m going to change that pickguard one day.' So, I got that, and I was using that for a while. 

“We were out with [Boston emo quartet] Piebald – it was one of our first cross-country tours ever – and one night someone forgot to close the trailer door. We’re driving on the highway, and half the contents spilled out – unfortunately, my bass was a casualty of that.

“But Frank Iero, and his heart of gold, jumped out on the highway in the middle of the night and tried to recover [the bass]. He was like, 'Maybe we can fix it!' I’ll never forget him doing that. He got a chunk of it – it’s in one of our storage units.”

For more information on the Limited Edition Mikey Way Jazz Bass, head to Fender.com.

[therealsaintscully]

saintscully's completed Johnlock fics - a master post (Aug, 2024)

Since I'm a bit stuck with some of my WIPs, here's a list of my completed ones, ordered by most recent to the oldest:

On Hold (E, PWP, 1 chapter) John is on hold with the bank. Sherlock empties the teapot into the flowers.

things we can't untie (T, Friends to Lovers, 1 chapter) John moves back to Baker Street on the last day of summer.

Simon (or: Love Calls You by Your Name) (M, Established Relationship, 1 chapter) John bumps into Simon. The Simon. Five times in one night Simon.

Life and Death in Sunderland (M, Happens during Sherlock's hiatus, 1 chapter) One last sip, one last over-the-shoulder glance at the ghost. It’s still standing there when he leaves, forever staring out into the water. ***Life and Death's companion piece, written from Sherlock's POV during his hiatus, is I Have Not Lingered (M, 6 chapters).

Plus One (G, TSOT fix-it, 1 chapter) More precisely —and more to the point— Sherlock was staring at the man’s arse, hanging mid-air like a denim-clad piñata.

Mark Your Calendars (M, Friends to Lovers, 1 chapter) John happens upon a box full of Sherlock’s old yearly planners.

Erosion (E, Friends to Lovers, 12 chapters) Sherlock's father falls ill. James Sholto is back in town. John has to navigate the consequences of crime, illness and death and their impact on his frayed relationship with Sherlock.

The Fight or Flight series, made up for Fight or Flight (M, TST fix-it of sorts, 10 chapters) - This is the story of John and Sherlock during Mary’s months away from London, continued by Detours (M, Post-TFP, 12 chaptes) - John has to examine everything he thought he knew about Sherlock, himself and their relationship in order to win his rightful place yet again.

[stackslip]

CAN YOU ELABORATE ON TLT BEING A HOMESTUCK FANFIC‽‽‽‽‽

i'm exaggerating a bit, but taz muir was a well known homestuck writer who wrote under the username urbanAnchorite. her fic the serendipity gospels is one of my fave fics ever, but was never finished and it's only by book 2 of tlt that i figured that the clear allusions to it in book 1 weren't just cute little nods but that she'd expanded on some of the ideas/concepts and worldbuilding of the serendipity gospels. to name a few:

the ninth house cult is heavily based on the juggalo church muir wrote/expanded upon in TSG, from face paint to the rituals and a lot of the accompanying prose

act 2 of TSG takes place mainly in a spaceship that serves as "cathedral" of the juggalo cult, and is described to be covered in bones that have been painted in many colors--which is close to the description of the mithraeum

act 2 also features the two main characters being much younger people mentored/manipulated into horrible acts by an old man who is thousands of years old and bickering with his other thousand year old friends/enemies, who seem to share knowledge and understanding that neither the two protagonists do but also deeply resent one another. hard to not read a parallel to john and the lyctors here!

to elaborate on this bc i just realized it: it is heavily implied in TSG that the dancestors (older people thousands of years old) went through a universe reset and built the empire in the image of their own trauma and anger, which would v much parallel what happens to john on earth and how he "reset" humanity

less of a homestuck thing and more of a taz muir thing: said old man is v much grooming the main female character and making her life miserable during the entirety of act 2

a lot of the story takes place in the background of the trolls' empire being a horrific imperialist force that the main characters were originally very excited to join and become a part of, with one of these characters in particular daydreaming about becoming ground troop for invasion while also holding a terrible secret that would have precluded him of doing so anyway. p neat parallel to gideon's own thing here

act 1 and act 2 of TSG are from two different pov characters, with a drastic shift in prose style and understanding of the situation/world when the pov shifts. which v much echoes how tlt has worked so far. part 3 was barely started before it went on hiatus, but it followed the same pattern.

speaking of, the prose of act 2 of TSG definitely feels very close to harrow the ninth's prose. you can just open the fic and check the first chapter of act 2 and how it's written, and you'll see what i mean. there are differences--the prose of TSG act 2 is more inflected with southern usamerican evangelical speak, i think? i'm not american so i can't quite 200% tell

there is an external armed resistance to the empire's violent imperialism and resistance that was supposed to be the focus in act 3 of TSG, which never happened. nona the ninth did, though, and it follows that structure.

there are also eldritch horrors that threaten the entire universe--homestuck's own horrorterrors--that are in the background of TSG and implied to be an important part of the future plot that we never saw. tlt has the ressurrection beasts

taz muir's worldbuilding around the blood castes in og homestuck that she elaborates on in TSG also somewhat parallels the way the houses function in tlt

iirc there's also worldbuilding around space travel in tlt (such as the obelisks? i think that's the name? and the use of necromancy to power them) that parallels taz muir's own take on how space travel works in the troll empire, using psionics and draining them dry in a similar way

i think the necro-cav relationship 'ideal' is based around how taz also interpreted moirallegiance in not just TSG but all her homestuck fics, down to how its legal implementation and the idealization of it vs its role in troll/houses imperialism and the reality of blurred lines in "expected" relationships. i'd love to hear taz's discourse on troll romance

i also think the necro-cav relationship parallels the other legal pairing explored in TSG--legislacerator and subjugglator.

there are probably more parallels i am missing--i need to reread TSG soon, as i haven't in a while. there are elements i'd say are more like, how taz herself elaborated on the bones of the worldbuilding of homestuck and then made it her own thing, which is rad as hell. other elements are more fun nods, such as gideon's aviator glasses being shamelessly stolen from dave homestuck, and a lot of gtn's prose feeling very homestuckey. it's def not like, just a little rewrite and boom, you get the locked tomb! imo it's more elements of plot and worldbuilding that were interesting enough to develop into something of its own and that taz made into something new, along with other elements of other stories (such as lolita and umineko) being woven into it. part of why i enjoy tlt so much is its "collage" aspect, taking elements taz thought interesting in other stories, or using these elements to purposefully evoke specific feelings/moods to construct or obsfucate certain ideas.

[baurbiediv]

midsummers

pairing ➔ jj maybank x gf!pogue!reader

warnings ➔ reader got that STRAP ON HER, reader basically pulls a S1E01 jj move at the boneyard that will forever be classic, fic takes place during S1,E05, mention(s) of a gun, reader is not playing around with y’all, and yes i used the dialogue from the show, and yes i altered it???

synopsis ➔ what happens when the reader happens to be in the wrong place at the right time?

a/n ➔ not proofread per usual

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midsummers.

the annual island club party. you never understood what it was and why it was so special, yet every year kie attempted to drag the entire group with her in an effort to keep herself sane during the kook event.

this was the year that kie was able to get you to join along with her.

the one time of the year where every kook princess ever got dressed up in pretty silk dresses and wore weaved flower crowns that almost identically matched the dress.

“i’m not too sure about this guys. i mean what if something goes down and we’re not there?” pope questioned, he said tapping his foot on the creaky floorboard of the chateau porch.

“i mean me and kie will be there, nothing too much to worry about. we’re both responsible!” you piped in earning a nod from kie.

jj spoke up from his spot on the small seat, “look, in the event that something happens, someone’s gotta have something on them.” he said, pulling the gun out off his pocket, waving it around in the air.

you leaned over and snatched the gun out of his hand, proceeding to tuck it in the waistband of your shorts, then turned back around at jj then looked at him as if he was stupid.

john b pointed at you, “see jj, that’s exactly why you shouldn’t do that.” he said before laughing, causing jj to dramatically roll his eyes. “look j, you can’t just do that,”

you said mimicking his previous actions with your hands, which made everyone else but jj laugh. “but the guns safe with me. i promise.” you said as everyone nodded and carried out with the rest of the plans.

-

the day of midsummers had crept up on you.

and quite honestly, part of you was excited for it, the other half? not so much, an uneasy feeling had rested in the pit of your stomach.

something inside was saying that about to tonight was going to go down, but clearly you couldn’t pin point your finger on what exactly it was, and so you easily decided to brush it off.

kie had practically begged on her hands and knees to get you to stay over her house, saying that it was ‘important so she wouldn’t lose her mind’, if that wasn’t one way of asking to get ready then you don’t know what was.

sighing loudly, you flattened the small wrinkles in your dress with your hands. the silky fabric feeling smooth against your hands.

kie came bursting into her room (like it wasn’t even hers to begin with), “hey y/n? you almost ready —,” she blurted out before seeing you standing in front of the full body mirror in the corner of her room.

“dude, you look amazing!” kie said excitedly before running over and hugging you, which made you smile brightly before hugging her back.

“this almost wants to make me go full kook! almost.”

-

the amount of fancy suits and rich entities that surrounded you was quite literally starting to give you a headache.

trying to enjoy yourself was going well until the amount of kooks that bumped into you and eyed you like you were the one to blame.

chugging down a shot, sarah found you clearly lost from kiara even though you two arrived together. “you’re by yourself huh?” sarah said leaning against the counter.

you playfully smiled at her, “i don’t know how though, kie magically disappeared and that’s how i ended up here!” you laughed.

“look, if you see her tell me!” patting her shoulder before walking away to find the bathroom.

-

during your hiatus from the main venue, jj was trying to not make himself too noticeable as he tried to slip a note to sarah, but in the midst of trying to get away, he was a little too late.

rafe caught up to him and turned him around, making sure jj faced him.

“i’m wonderin’ if you could get me a mai tai my friend.”

“yeah pogue, how about you make that two?” kelce piped in.

“well i’m on the clock right now, you guys look spiffy.” jj blurted out in an attempt to buy himself some time to escape his situation.

“you know, uh, i got a couple of orders ahead of you, so why don’t you guys go ahead and wait by the bar?” jj suggested, hoping that they’d actually listen to him.

but of course, rafe didn’t like that answer, “but until then, help yourselves to hors d’oeuvres.” jj said now walking backwards in a poor attempt to run away.

rafe scoffed as he brought his friends over with a simple hand motion, “hey guys, jj’s gonna serve us some hors d’oeuvres.” rafe said now hot on his trail. “we’re actually gonna follow you in here just to make sure.” rafe said, chasing jj through the door.

meanwhile you were still on the hunt for the bathroom, seeing so many hallways that lead to literally nowhere.

much to your knowledge, you stumbled upon a door and you pushed it open, not to sure on where you were you looked to the right of you and opened the large brown door and walked in then groaned, you were in the goddamn men’s locker room.

of course you out of all people would do something this stupid. you cursed yourself mentally before hearing multiple voices suddenly come in, quickly putting your ear on the door.

“hey, man, what are you doin’ in the locker room?” a voice all too familiar voice said, rafe. you rolled your eyes before hearing more footsteps and grunts. “wow that’s a cute outfit.” another voice said, jj.

you wish how badly you could’ve sighed out loud right now, you wanted to help him, scratch that, you needed to help him.

only god knows what rafe and his friends were planning on doing. kelce came up behind jj and put him in a chokehold. at this point in time, you were peeking through the small openings of the door.

“hold him still. what — what do you think? a four iron, right?” rafe said cracking his knuckles.

“alright hold his head still. i’m gonna line this up.” he said.

“very rafe of you. five on one?” jj said trying to get out of kelce’s grip.

“if you could please stop talking? it’s very disrespectful, i’m trying to hit a ball. learn. your etiquette my friend” rafe said, getting ready to punch him.

“come on.” jj said still wriggling

in one swift motion, you took the gun from out the holster of your dress and opened the door. sliding the barrel of the gun back and placing it on the back of rafe’s neck.

jj looked at you, “y/n?” he said.

the entire room fell silent, “look rafe,” you said before laughing, “i don’t think your friends would enjoy seeing your brains splattered all over the floor now would they?”

you said out loud, rafe kneeling down with his hands in the air while you were waiting from a response from his friends, nothing.

“look y/n, you seriously have no idea who you’re messing with.” rafe said, sounding very confident in himself you scoffed as you put your index finger on the trigger, “shut the fuck up and let me repeat myself. do you think your friends would like seeing your brains splattered on the floor? yes or no!”

this time putting more emphasis in your voice, and pushing the muzzle of the gun harder into his neck.

hearing various ‘no’s’ coming from the boys, “didn’t think so.” you muttered, suddenly you pointed it at kelce, “let him go.” you spat and he complied, letting jj out of his grip.

you slyly put the gun back under your dress and making your way over to jj, and grabbing his hand leaving rafe and his friends behind and dumbfounded.

jj was hollering, he was so proud of you, “that’s right! that’s my girl!” he screamed, you slapped your hand over his mouth and laughed, “too loud j!”, before finding your way to john b and finding the others

-

“i mean you guys should’ve seen it!” jj said as he re-enacting the entire scene, pope was shaking his head, shocked at everything he was hearing.

“y/n, no way you pulled a gun on the rafe cameron.” pope said.

you sat up brushing your shoulders off, jokingly, “i did! but i mean look. i wasn’t about to let jj get his ass jumped by a bunch of kooks.” you said as jj stepped in.

“now now, i wasn’t letting them jump me, i was just .. stalling.” he said which caused you to look at him at the side of your eye,

“yeah. sure. okay jj.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph, what about some John appreciation fics?

In the sense of John being a good boyfriend, being a good person, a good doctor, a good soldier or something like that

can be johnlock or not!!! thanks

Hi Nonny!!

YOU'RE IN LUCK!! I've lots of John-fics where the author treats him with so much love! I have a whole John Section on Page 4 of my Fic Masterpost! Here are those fics:

John During the Hiatus

John During the Hiatus Pt. 2

Past Sholto / John (Mar 2019)

Past Jolto (Nov 2019)

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt 6 (March 2023)

BAMF! But Insecure John

John Has a Beard

John’s Friends Find Out About Sherlock

John’s Friends Find Out Pt. 2

John’s Internalized Homophobia

Internalized Homophobia Pt 2

Mute John

Soldier John (May 2019)

Soldier John NOT before ASiP (AU)

BAMF and/or Soldier John (July 2020)

BAMF and/or Soldier John Pt. 2 (Nov 2022)

Army-Related John Fics (Sept 2020)

John’s Dog Tags

Slutty John

Pining John

Pining John Pt 2

Pining John in S4

John’s Giant Junk

John Chooses Sherlock Over Mary

John’s Red Pants

Clueless / Oblivious John

Not-So-Oblivious John (Updated June 2023)

John Plays an Instrument

John at the Surgery

Possessive / Obsessive John

Angry/Cranky John

Insecure John

Three Continents Watson Fics

Post-Divorce John

POV John First/Second Person Pt. 1

POV John 3rd Person Pt 1: Fluff, Humour & PWP

POV John 3rd Person Pt 2: Whump & Hurt/Comfort

POV John 3rd Person Pt 3: Angst, Angsty Fluff or BAMF John

Specifically Jealous John b/c of Other People (Apr 2020)

John’s PTSD

Trash John

Gay John

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Not EXACTLY what you're looking for, but John is the primary character in all of these stories and we love them all for it! :)

If anyone has something that they want to suggest, please do!

[eowynstwin]

Do you have any recommendations for longer cod fics with plot?

Yeah, plenty!

A few from @391780 (and their ao3) (if you decide to explore their other fics PLEASE read the tags first, early writes some very dark work that may not suit you):

The Arrangement

The ad reads "Looking for a woman (25-45) to enter a discreet and unusual arrangement, with monetary compensation. Must fill out application and send photo.", and for some reason that you can't even fathom yourself, you apply. AKA John Price, who knows better than anyone what a liability having a spouse or partner is, decides that the only way he's going to find a beautiful soft woman to put up with his absurd schedule and dangerous job is to simply hire them.

the space in between

a shortcut through a construction site at night leads you to a run-in with john price, leader of the local crime family. (or, mafia Price romance with a desk jockey who didn't sign up to be a crime boss' obsession or sole confidant)

Into Your Veins

Ghost is a vampire during a zombie apocalypse, sent on a mission from Price to recruit you to join the little gated community of survivors that he's rounding up. You're a survivor who just wants to be left in peace to tend your garden and occasionally clear out your moat and booby traps of the undead. Neither of you gets what you'd planned on.

Then we have milk0 on ao3

Incompetent People

You share a group chat with your team and you sometimes wish you didn’t. (or, a very fun fic that started as a group chat piece and has evolved into a poly 141 romance. Otherwise known as my favorite fucking trope ever. The reader character has such a fun voice, I adore this fic.)

Next of course is @ceilidho (emphemeron on ao3) (same deal as with early—read their tags if you explore more of their fic, they also write darker work)

take me home, country road

You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au

Following up with @alittleposhtoad (smoggyfogbottom on ao3)

"it's gonna get me by the end of the night"

A year after the attack on the Urzikstan embassy, Stacy Davidson struggles to move on. Whumptober Prompt: No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.” Shadows | Stalking | “Who’s there?” Note: I picked Gaz x OC because this ship doesn't exist on ao3, and I wasn't sure how to classify it for searching purposes. Stacy has a minor role in the game!

oh bury me not on the lone prairie

You are a doctor on the frontier, recently widowed and left to fend for yourself. You cope by keeping a strict routine, one that is threatened by the arrival of four strangers one hazy summer night. (141 western AU)

a handsome stranger on a cold autumn day

You work at a small-town library doing the same thing day in and day out, until a handsome captain approaches your desk.

rounding out this list is @lunarvicar who is on hiatus but still fully worth reading. (you can find them here on ao3)

exit row

ghost is that hot guy at the airport you wish you could talk to. good thing your seats are next to each other on the plane and you can fantasize alllll you want. (or, you hook up with Ghost in an airport and meet, months later, after you join the 141. he is not happy about it. or is he?)

to the flame

Moth has barely escaped her first captors, but tumbles headfirst into the care of the 141. She has to decide whether to trust them and their prickly leader, Captain Price - who also happens to be the sexiest motherfucker she's ever met.

a stranger at the table

tudor era AU. John Price is an old friend of your new husband's, come to help on the farm for a season. Your vows are tested in ways you could never have imagined.

All of these I've listed are multichapter fics, but every single author's one-shots are just as good. I highly recommend reading those too!

Now I'm just going to list a few writers who you really should just take the time to go through their masterlists, because you can't go wrong with anything they write.

@yeyinde

@peachesofteal

@moondirti

@charliemwrites (dark fiction, be aware)

@ohbo-ohno (also dark fiction)

honorary mention of @guyfieriii who has removed most of her cod fiction from tumblr due to a frankly disgusting amount of harassment, but I'm sure if you ask her very very nicely she'll send you where you need to go. (seriously. be nice. or you'll see me in your bedroom holding a knife at midnight)

P.S. if you're reading this, and i've expressed love for your work in the past, but you are not on this list, it is NOT intentional exclusion. It is my absolutely horrible memory. I love you and please link your own work if you'd like!

[princessbunnib]

Cxm Cadet

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: Simon makes erangments to bring one of your dirty fantasies to life.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & John 'Soap' Mactavish X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, MM4F, Foursome, Choking, Dom Simon, and Soap, Creampies, Come Eating, Oral |M| Receiving, Manhandling Reader, Degrading, Possesive/Jealous Simon, Breeding Kink, Clothed Male Naked Female, Anal, Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Recording/Taking Photos Of Y/n During Sex, Simon With A Daddy Kink, Flirtatious/Cocky Simon, Begging, Facial, Come In Mouth.

Author's Note: Smut is very long to make up for my hiatus<3. I'm back now Bunni's.

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You walked into your shared house with Simon and John walking in behind you. The three of you had went to a bar. Originally Simon was going to go without you, but he invited you to join them out of nowhere. You had a small crush on John for a while now so clearly you accepted with a smile on your face.

Simon for sure knew about your attraction to the both of them. Part of him was jealous about the idea and it did rise up some insecurity in him but he chose to not focus on it that much. All it took was a conversation for you to tell him that you only wanted him. John was just there for you to look at, nothing more. Also, who wouldn't want to sleep with their boyfriends friends? It's a well known fantasy.

You stumbled into the livingroom as the room seemed to be moving along with you, you found yourself fallen over the arm of the couch and face down into the cushion, your back forming an arch as you giggled thinking about the fun times that occurred earlier in the night.

Your body felt warm inside, the alcohol swimming through your bloodstream kept your nerves low, relaxing you and making you not so on edge.

You sighed heavily in relief not aware of the two men who were staring at your ass as your skirt had slipped up your hips. Your panties were now on display. They glanced at eachother for a breif moment until Simon decided to speak up. "Uhm sweetheart, have you forgotten that you're wearing a skirt? We can see your panties..." He chuckled, standing behind you and holding your hips, continuing to take in the view of your round clothed ass.

"Mhmmm~ I think so... is that a problem?" You asked looking back at him.

He smirked and shook his head. "No baby, it's not..." He then motioned for John to walk over to you aswel. The both of them staring down at you. Simon behind you and John standing in front of you.

You looked at Simon, then John. You noticed something was different with them. Usually Simon is more so the conservative type, he doesn't like to be outright with his sexual escapades. Especially because they all include you. The side of his personality that you receive in the bedroom is completely different from who he is to others.

"Why are you guys surrounding me like this? I hope this ends the way that I think it is... Have I said how much I've wanted to fuck John before?" You smiled letting your mind to think lewdly.

Simon pulled you off of the couch and stood you in front of him.

"Jesus Y/n, you dress like a fucking whore..." He groaned pressing your hips onto him.

"Exactly, I would be lying if I said that i haven't fantasized about bending her over and fucking her in the shortest skirt she owns." John said holding your throat and staring at your body.

"Oh wow- well I do wear them for easy access when Simon needs to fuck me for stress relief~" You said biting your lip at him.

You grinned placing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, he groaned and held your waist to pull you close to him but Simon refused to let you go.

"Why fight over her when we can both have her at the same time? I'm sure she wouldn't mind... isn't that right princess?" Simon stated, turning your face so you could look up at him.

"Really? When I asked you the first time you were upset with me." You said slightly getting excited.

"I know... but I can be a bit possesive over you baby... I'll allow it as long as I'm apart of it." He stated before lifting your shirt to expose your breasts that sat perfectly in your bra, further peaking John's interest in the situation.

"You don't have to just stand there, use her however you'd like... she loves being manhandled too, so don't be afraid to toss her around a bit."

"Am I allowed to come inside?" John asked lifting a brow.

"Don't ask me- ask her." Simon responded with a light shrug.

You giggled with a smile, your mouth was nearly watering at the simple thought of their cocks being forcebly stuffed inside you. "Yes you can... I want so many loads of come tonight~♡"

"See? She's such a whore I wasn't lying when I've told you some stuff that she's into..."

You squeezed your thighs together at the sound of Simon's voice. He was confident in what he said, stating how well he knew your body fed his ego. He then looked down at you, demanding your full attention by hodling your face tightly. "Since you're itching for come... do you want me to start off like usual?"

"Yes~" You grinned receiving his hand on your head.

"Good girl..." He said before looking at John. "I'm sure you want her to yourself also so we'll take turns at first then have her all at once... do whatever you need to do in order to preform and come in once we're finished. Got it?" He stated while crossing his arms.

Simon's dominant but yet caring nature turned you on the most. He had order over the agreement but still made sure to keep your interest in mind. Fuck, you have to suck him dry when you get the chance.

He deserves it.

This wouldn't mean anything after everything was said and done. You told Simon that you would like something like this just once to know what it felt like.

He loved you a lot and wanted to make you happy regardless of how he felt. But to make sure the two of you stayed on the same page, he decided to control the situation. After all, you were still his girlfriend. But at the same time. There was nothing wrong with a moment of sharing.

____

Simon sat you on the bed while crossing his arms. Standing tall and confident. "Y/n, before we start are you still okay with this?" He said lifting your head up by your chin with his index finger.

"Yes... why do you have to ask?" You responded softly. Holding his hand with both of yours so he could caress your cheek.

"Well because I don't want to force anything on you, I know you've said that the idea of this happening would be something you'd be into, but people change their minds at times." He explained.

"I'm not changing my mind... I want you two to do anything you guys want to do to me..." You stated, pulling him down to you.

He towered over you pulling his mask off to kiss your lips, moving your legs apart and caressing your inner thighs. "Alright, whatever you say then baby... no matter what I say to you tonight, I want you to know that I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too Simon..." You responded kissing him back and bucking your hips into his.

He leaned up and pulled your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room. He squeezed your bare breasts in his hands and kissed down your stomach. Looking up, watching you moan as he pinched your nipples.

"Mmmh~ a-ahh~" You whimpered biting your lip to suppress your sounds while Simon took your panties off with his teeth. Making sure to be slow in the action, your body tensed up as the cold air hugged the most vulnerable parts of your body.

Your nipples standing up against his fingers, clit twitching at the feeling of his skin. You moaned, attempting to close your legs but couldn't due to Simon being rough with you.

"Such a pretty pussy... it'll look even prettier with come dripping out of it... don't you think so baby?" He asked staring down at you. "Y-yes~♡" You nodded covering your breasts in embaressment.

He chuckled and pinned your wrists to the bed, placing small bites on your skin. "Don't try to cover up now... you're acting like you weren't throwing yourself at Soap like the slut you are..."

"I wasn't throwing myself at him..." You loosely denied.

"No? You weren't? If that's the case then why do you keep clenching your thighs together hm? You're just imagining how tight your pussy will clench around his cock aren't you?"

You didn't asnwer which made him grab you and pull you down the bed, making your head hang over the edge. You looked at him from an upside down angle, watching him unbuckle his belt and groan feeling the cold buckle touch his sensitive semi hard cock.

"You don't want to be honest with me I see... that's alright, just lay there and be a personal fleshlight for me then... I like you better when you don't talk anyways."

"Simo-fhmmghhh!" He cut you off by thrusting himself info your throat. Placing his hands on the bed watching your breasts bounce along with the movements of his thrusts. They looked more fuller considering you were laying down. He winced feeling your throat clamp down repeatedly. You hit the shits panicking due to the sudden action of no air coursing through your lungs.

Simon threw his head back, thrusting faster. You closed your eyes as his heavy balls hit you in the face roughly. He placed his hand on your throat and squeezed it gently, feeling himself inside you, forming a lump.

"Don't panic baby, breathe through your nose... nghh~ fuck, you're throat feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock... almost feels like I'm fucking your amazing pussy..."

Your eyes watered as you attempted to get used to his speed. He was using you like no problem, he must have had some pent up emotions he needed to let out.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck... moan on my cock so I can feel it... oh god it's so good~♡"

You placed your hands on his hips for support and hummed clenching your thighs together, slightly bucking your hips to feel friction from your thighs touching so closely.

"Yes yes yes! Fuck! Just like that my beautiful princess... your daddy's good girl aren't you? Taking me inside with such pride... only good girls get to feel my cock destroying their throat... awe you won't be able to talk for a week~"

You rolled your closed eyes into the back of your head, you made a swallowing motion with your throat, pulling his tip deeper inside momentarily before loosening your girp. Simon gasped at the top of his lungs and covered his mouth feeling embarrassed by your ability to make him use such a submissive tone.

"Ahh~♡ agh~ ngghh... ahh~ shit...mmm"

You repeated this action once more, then again, and again, and again, and again. Simon was a moaning mess by now, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He groaned trying to gain control over himself again but failed to. Your hands snaked up his shirt and felt his toned body. Your fingertips gliding through his happy trail.

You pressed your hands into his stomach, feeling it cave in as he let out another moan. "Ahh~ mmfffhuck~♡ St-stohppp~ nghh." He whimpered knowing exactly what you were doing.

You wanted to embaress him, you found his submissive sounds very attractive. His raspy tone would change in octivs when he moaned for you. It was rare that he'd moan this loud, his weakness was always sucking him off.

You could ask him for anything if you'd suck him dry in return when he needed it. Your face has even managed to tighten up and become a tad slimmer because of the jaw only 'exercise.'

Simon didn't want Soap to hear him. It's was already crazy enough that he was sharing his girlfriend with him under her command. He didn't want him to know how he sounded sexually. He wouldn't let Simon hear the end of it either.

He grunted and swatted your thigh, stinging pain rushed your skin making you whimper. "I said stop you f-f-ffucking w-whore... aghh~ fuck~"

He held your throat with both hands. His veins protruding from his skin. You moaned loudly with him still buried in your mouth, placing your hands on his forearms and holding them. Sometimes rubbing them as a form of affection.

He always loved when you'd touch his arms and torso. You appreciated his toned and massive physique.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna come inside your throat... are you ready to have daddy's come splurg inside?" He asked only to keep thrusting harder.

"Ahahaa~ I-I forgot you can't talk as of now... too busy sucking me for all I've got... keep taking it my good little girl... you're such a behaved princess for me... FUCK~♡"

His balls slapped against your face one last time. He groaned loudly and pulled your lower half up from the bed and buried his face into your thighs to muffle the sounds of him climaxing.

He hummed aggressively onto your clit flicking his tongue back and forth. Your legs began to jolt in his grasp. His come still shooting inside, stuffing your throat and making it's way out through your nose.

Simon thrusted quicker before his load was completely out. His balls tingling on the inside, telling him he had finished fully. He wrapped his arm around your waist keeping you off of the bed, he began to suckle and kiss on your clit loudly. Penetraing you with his long middle finger. You moaned feeling his cock slip out of you and rest on your cheek, his erecfion trying to diminish but doing the complete opposite.

"Oh god~ Ohh god~ aww fuck~♡" He moaned softly. Focusing on your lips gliding against his shaft while he still trusted outside of your mouth.

"Kiss my fat cock... fucking worship it like I'm a religion you pray to every night..."

You attempted to swallow his load while simotainiously fulfilling his request. Your glazed lips meeting with his blush red tip, collecting pre-cum on the them. You licked his inches but received a slap on the thigh as a form of 'discipline.'

"I said kiss it... don't suck or even try to get a taste you fuckin' cock hungry slut..."

You whimpered again. Watching Simon pull his belt back together while sighing heavily. You felt absolutely disgusting and used up. He didn't look at you much, you tried sitting up but was pushed back down to the bed. "Oh no no no, you aren't done doing your job yet princess... you still have another man out there who wants you to do what you do best and be a toy for him."

"Huuttt ihh hak heathhhh hoekiky~" You tried speaking but due to his come still swishing in your mouth. You couldn't speak clearly.

Simon lifted your head up from the bed staring at you. "Swallow it... daddy can't understand you princess." He ordered. You licked your lips clean and swallowed the rest. You could feel his semen partoly dripping out of your nostrils while the rest dripped back into your mouth.

"What did you need to tell me baby?" He asked speaking in a soft tone.

"I was saying I couldn't breathe... but I'm okay now..." You said wiping the corner of your mouth.

"Alright baby, do you need a break? Are you okay? I didn't go too rough on you did I?" He asked. You shook your head and opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

"I'm heady~ I whanntt hore~♡"

(I'm ready~ I want more~♡")

"Perfect... stay just like that, I want to take a picture so I can jerk off to it later when you're not here for me to fuck." He said before taking his phone out of his pocket and turning the camera flash on, pointing it at you.

____

You sat on the bed naked. Simon had cleaned you up after he was done taking many pictures of you. He had got you water and gave you a while to regain composure. After a while passed he came back into the room without his shirt, mask still on but this time accompanied with gloves and his black army pants.

"You're such a good girl for me you know that? I love you..." He softly stated. Kisisng your forehead and pulling his mask back down.

The bedroom door then opened and in came John.

"Now that you've had some time to rest, we're going to take turns with you... so continue to be a good girl for me and we'll come inside you, or wherever you want us to."

You nodded not wanting to admit how turned on you were. Simon chuckled pushing you in John's direction. You fell onto him, your chest pressing on his.

He groaned holding your hips and slapped both of your cheeks making you yelp.

"Oh shit... can I fuck her ass?" He asked only for Simon to shrug.

"Dunno... ask her, I'm not the one who wants to do that right now am I?" He stated caressing your body and pulling you upwards.

You could feel John growing under you. His erection pressing against your lips as he payed attention to every detail in your breasts. One was bigger than the other but he was completely into it. There was nothing you deemned as an imperfection that would stop him from needing to fuck you.

"Can is fuck your ass?" He asked lustfuly, placing his hands on your hips and forcing you down to feel his intimidating length.

Simon pulled your hair roughly so you could get out of your head and be present. "Yes!~ please I need you to fuck my ass!" You said loudly due to the small adrenaline rush.

John pulled you down to him, turning you on your back while you laid on his chest. He scoped your legs up into his arms, aligning himself with your tight ass. Your body tensed up. The nerves were getting ahold of you quicker than you'd like to. Just thinking about them fucking you at the same time was euphoric. Simon watched your expression as he stood inbewteen your legs. Using his cock head to play with your clit, his pre-cum dripping onto the small bundle of nerves.

"I wonder how wet you are sweetheart... be a good girl while Soap fucks your sweet ass alright?"

You nodded in response. He began to focus on pleasuring you while you focused on the feeling both of your holes stretching out to a bigger size before retracting to normal. Your back arched, a sharp hissing moan slipping out.

Simon groaned holding your ankles and thrusting forward. Penetrating your g-spot. You whimpered and whined as John's thrusts were gentle but quickly began to be forceful.

The bed was moving quickly, headboard hitting the wall even quicker. They thrusted out of synce with eachother but still managed to make it pleasurable for you. John had a tight grip on your waist, his nails digging into your skin while he grunted and groaned in your ear.

"Ahh fuck you feel so good... it's so fucking tight... does she usually like anal?"

"Fuck~ hah~ of course she does... I've seen her porn history... she's a real whore when you actually know her..."

"Oh yeah? I like the sound of that..." He responded, thrusts now picking up speed.

Your walls clamped down on both of them. Now managing to pull a long moan from them. Simon stared down at you and placed his hand on your throat, putting your legs on his shoulders making you feel deeper.

His glare was lustful with a slight gleam of jealousy. Watching your face scrunch up at the eyebrows while you pulled both cocks inside deeper. He wondered if he was making you feel this way, or was it Soap.

Either way, he made it his goal to fuck you senseless by the end of the night. "What a fucking whore you are... you're enjoying this so much aren't you? Nod your head so daddy knows."

"Mhmm mhmm hmm mmmmhm!~♡" You nodded quickly and felt your vaginal muscles clench and let go, pulsating over and over until Simon pulled his hips back.

He slipped out of you momentarily to take his glove off and apply pressure to your clit flicking his fingers in a consistent direction to pull more sounds if arousal out of you.

"Mhm that's right princess... give it all to me, I know it feels good... mhmm." He nodded taking pride in managing to keep your eyes and mind on him.

Your vagina continued to clench around nothing, John's hands snaking around your torso to squeeze and play with your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples making you moan louder while burying his face into your neck.

"God damn your so fucking sexy Y/n, I've wanted to fuck you for so long... your ass is so fucking tight~♡"

"I can tell she's going to come at any moment... she might even squirt for us... can you do that pretty girl?" Simon smirked staring into your eyes and rubbing your clit faster.

"Hmm- yhess~" You helplessly mumbled.

"What baby? Say it louder for me... nod if your going to come..." He said.

You nodded quickly with tears running down your cheeks. You received kisses on your inner thighs before Simon shoved himself inside you again. You cried out his name in pleasure and clenched onto him, staring down and watching them use you like a toy.

"Uhhuh... just like that baby, don't be shy, let it out... we want you to feel good... fucking come already~"

You threw your head back and made a loud cry of pleasure. Simon wiped your tears away and began to match his thrusts with John's.

"Mfgghhh- AHHH~ Yess! PLEASEE~♡" You whined not knowing what you were pleading for.

"Hm? please what angel? Please what? We can't do anything for you if you don't tell us." John chimned in, caressing your face and keeping your head still so you could continue to gaze into Simon's eyes.

"I want to come so badly! Please let me come... pleaseee!" You cried harder as the pleasure was too much.

Simon chuckled and gently slapped your face again. "Wow did you hear that Soap? She wants to come... isn't that just fucking adorable."

"I know- agh... I dunno if we can make that happen, do you think we can?"

"Unfortunately no... I wanted to take my time with her..." He responded with a sadistic tone. Placing his hands on his hips and thrusting slowly inside.

John matched Simon's pace and spoke into your ear. You cried pressing your hands on your stomach, the bulge that was there before had disappeared due to Simon not fully being inside you.

"Don't ahhh~ d-do this to me-- pleaseee I need- to come!"

With them in control of your body it's not like you could produce half as much pleasure for yourself so you could finish without them. They both then pulled out of you for a breif moment to see how you'd react.

"No no I'm sorry I'm sorry! Daddy please I need it!" You said.

"What? You're sorry? Aw baby that's not going to cut it... I guess you know what you did hm? You know I don't like sharing you with anyone..."

You continued to cry at your physical emptiness. John then pushed you off of him, then walked out of the room to clean himself up. You clenched your thighs together staring up at Simon.

"He'll be back... don't worry... you just keep focusing on that empty feeling. You want to be filled up so bad don't you."

"Yes, I'm sorry... how many times do I have to say that?" You asked furrowing your brows.

"Dunno... your so gorgeous when you're needy for cock... I have to figure out if you've earned it... so far not at all."

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"Oh god, fuck your pussy feels even better... she takes my cock inside perfectly..."

"I know right? She's such a good girl... Y/n make sure I can see your face... don't be a brat now or all of this will come to an end."

You laid on your stomach with John behind you, pinning your back to the mattress with a firm hold on the sheets as he thrusting inside your vagina. Whimpers leaving your mouth as you had enough but still had to keep going. Simon used his phone to record this lovely sight, the flash on and making sure to zoom into you to see your reaction.

"Don't act like you don't hear him now."John said lifting your head by your hair. You looked at Simon your mouth open along with your tongue sticking out.

"See? Wasn't that so easy... God you're so fucking gorgeous while letting someone else fuck you... how does it feel princess?"

"So~ ghood~♡" Your response was breathy and desperate. Simon then got onto the bed as John pulled out of you. Watching Ghost get under you and hold you close to him. John grabbed your hips keeping you at an arch, the two men looked at eachother and nodded knowing they were on the same page.

"Alright sweetheart, we're going to slide in now... in the same hole okay?" He said slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft to keep his erecfion.

"What? Wait it's going to hurt..." You said coming back to your senses.

Simon kissed your cheek then kissed your lips. "I know baby, you got this... we'll go slow, we'll also make sure you come this time..." He said looking into your eyes and reassuring you.

You sighed heavily and wrapped your arms around his neck. Burying your face into the sheets as they held you in place to slowly penetrate you.

"Here we go princess... if it's too much we can stop... I love you."

You moaned pulling the sheets feeling their tips brush different sides of your walls. Simon penetrating downwards while John penetrated upwards. You arched your back and threw your head back crying softly. Instantly receiving praises from the both of fhem.

"I know baby we're almost inside completely... your such a good girl, you deserve everything you want... fuck~"

"Ahh~ we're going to make you come all over us... you're so pretty angel, such a gorgeous body you have... oh my god- I'm in love~♡"

This overwhelming feeling started to feel good. You could sense all the pressure buidling up in your stomach as the steadily thrusted deep. Still spewing words of admiration to keep you interested in taking both of them inside. Simon pulled his mask up and began to suck and kiss your nipples. John guiding your hips back and forth to get you to do most of the work.

Both of them moaned your name loudly as you began to rub your clit and roll your eyes back.

"Haaggff~ I love you guys! It feels fucking amazing... I'm so stretched out... God fuck!"

"We love you too angel, your such a pretty slut... look at you taking every inch, I could fuck you all night..."

"Ugh~ so can I... shit I think I'm going to come already..." Simon huffed deeply before taking your nipple in his mouth again.

"That's all I want... fill me up so fucking deep so I can get pregnant and not know who the father is until the baby is born!♡"

"Oh fuck whatever you say my gorgeous wife to be!- Aghh keep clamping down on our cocks... sucking us in everytime we try to pull out."

John pulling your wrist behind you so you could be straight up. He stared at your ass as it jiggled matching the speed of their hips. You whimpered biting down on your lip wanting the knot in your stomach to collapse already. Simon sucked his fingers briefly to rub your clit with one hand. His other caressing your chest as he watched you take every inch.

Your figure was just perfect, the way it moved and sat up while you get fucked like the whore you were. You nodded and hummed knowing your orgasm was vastly aproching. Simon watched your expression change and held your throat while John held your head in his arms keeping you in a headlock and lustfuly speaking in your ear.

"Come for me, come for me, come for me, come all over me Y/n, your my beautiful angel... come.for.me." He spoke sternly while thrusting hard matching his last words.

"Ahhhh uhhh~♡ I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" You screamed at the top of your lungs digging your nails into Simon's bare muscular chest. He grunted using his phone to record you in the middle of your high.

You could see the flash on through your eyelids and opened your eyes, staring into the camera to finish your orgasm. Simon was watching you through the screen and felt his balls tingle for an uncomfortably long amount of time before thrusting one last time and shooting his semen deep into your womb.

The sudden friction against John's cock felt way better than he'd like to admit as Simon continued to thurst to give you every last morsal of his come. His nails dug into your skin while he threw his head back, groaning and fucking his come inside you aswel.

You grinded your hips taking both of their loads and feeling the substances trickle inside you, racing to get to your insides. They both slowly pulled out. John moving to the other side of the bed while Simon turned you onto your back quickly lifting your hips up from the bed and bending you like a pretzel to keep their semen inside.

"Simon what are you doing?" You asked sighing heavily after coming down from orgasm.

"You want to not know who the father is until the baby is born right?" He stated before kissing your cheek and caressing your face.

[224bbaker]

ma'am i'm afraid we're not sure if you exist. yeah. yeah, you married john watson who was written by arthur conan doyle, so it's kind of like a timeline thing, ya know? it's just reaaaallly tough to keep track of dates and places and names when you're writing a collection of short stories about a character you at best tolerate and at worst literally want dead. i mean, sure, technically john moved in with you after you got married, but chances are he's currently living at 221b like he never left. no, yeah, at least you do canonically die during the hiatus but that coulda technically been the other wife--yeah i'm afraid there's a lot of scholarly debate about how many there are. sometimes your husband's name is actually james, it's fine. you get it.

[yodawgiheardyoulikemecha]

Belated Anniversaries:

Mecha Press 1991 through 1993

Mecha Press was a sister publication to Protoculture Addicts, focusing on mecha anime after PA had become a general anime magazine (it had started as a Robotech fanzine).

The magazine was a wonderful resource for mecha anima fans (a large portion of western anime fandom in the '80s & '90s) with synopses and in-depth episode guides of various mecha anime series' (that could still be hard to come by in those days) as well as articles on related materials such as manga, novels, models, toys, and mecha-themed tabletop games like Mekton, BattleTech & Mecha!. And I would be remiss if I didn't mention that Mecha Press had excellent technical drawings & illustrations, by artists like Dominique Durocher, John Moscato, Alexandre Racine and Ghislain Barbe (@qosmiq).

The tabletop gaming material in Mecha Press stood out to me in particular, as I was just getting interested in gaming again after a hiatus during my teens. I credit Mecha Press with making me the mecha anime fan and mecha gaming fan that I am today.

Mecha gaming was obviously of great interest to the publishers of Mecha Press (IANVS Publications, later Dream Pod 9) as well, as they began creating their own mecha tabletop RPGs, card games and wargames (first Jovian Chronicles and then Heavy Gear). This interest in games eventually led to the undoing of Mecha Press, as it was discontinued when Dream Pod 9 decided to concentrate on producing tabletop games full time.

(Making this post now because, while looking back at old Dream Pod 9/IANVS Publications material in anticipation of the 30th anniversaries of Jovian Chronicles and Heavy Gear, I realized that I had missed commemorating the 30th anniversary of the publication of Mecha Press, the magazine that led to the creation of Dream Pod 9 and their games.)